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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 31, 2009 16:18:30 GMT -5
ACW Proudly Presents: Ragnarok 2009
Saturday 31st January 2009 Schedule of Matches:
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Loser Leaves ACW Match Wayde Russeller vs. Sly Fox
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Hell's Kitchen Match Thunder Train vs. "The Chef" Leon Chase
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Steel Cage Match AC Evans vs. Jonny Hughes
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Dan White, The Royles and Duke Cogburn vs. Demon Inc (XS3, Punished Fox, Ken Dante and Maximus Dungeon)
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Danny Mainer vs. Fallen Souls
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Street Fight Mr. Red vs. Jason Freeman
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Scott Andrews vs. Henry McKaye
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Jonny Spade vs. Jack Jefferson
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ACW Entertainment Championship - Ladder Match Dave Tyler vs. Chris Williams
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Cheng's Final Match Jake Cheng vs. Josh Robertson
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ACW International Championship - Triple Threat Match The Macho Man RDK vs. Thunderkiss vs. Jake Steele
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ACW Heavyweight Championship Jay Zero vs. The Senator
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 31, 2009 16:19:56 GMT -5
Some shows have big, complicated openings. Ragnarok has the usual light show and pyro, but frankly there’s so much to cram in, it’s better simply to gloss over such things. We cut immediately backstage....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 31, 2009 16:22:12 GMT -5
OTA Segment: The Truth Credit: Steele Last Thursday, after finding out the shocking truth that the man he once hated, Dan White was his half brother, Jake Steele was dumbfounded. And it really showed for Monday, he was grumpy, happy, sneezy, doc, bashful, sleepy and dopey. Really the only thing missing was Snow White. Anyway though, Steele was feeling a bit different, he tried his best to just put everything away and avoid the truth at all cost, but after running into his newfound relative, he knew what he had to do. So, after all the electric currents left his body, Steele decided that he would call his parents, to find out what really happened…
As we fade in, Steele is sitting in a restaurant, by himself with his phone at his ear. He is calling now, and after a few rings the phone picks up. - Hello? Steele - …Momma? It‘s me, Jake.[/color] Mom - Jake?! I ain’t heard from you in a year! How you been?… Why the hell you ain’t call yo momma? You just done got famous and forgot about me huh? You know I had to change your dirty ass diaper boy? And cook for you, and clean the house? Steele - But momma… the nanny, and the cook and the maid did all dat.[/color] Mom - Oh yeah… well, when I got famous I didn’t just up and not call you. Steele - You had like six albums out by da time I was born…[/color] Mom - So? I still could have left you and your daddy, but I didn’t! Steele has to just sit back and laugh at his mom for a minute, who seems to be getting a little upset at how long it’s been since her and her ‘son’ spoke. Steele’s smile is quickly turned around though, as he called for a reason, and he has to ask her now…Steele - Yo Ma’… I gotta ask you somethin’. And I need da full truth, no bull, aight?[/color] Mom - Alright then, ask me. Steele - Am I adopted?[/color] There is a pause between the two lines. Steele leans onto the counter in front of him and waits as his mom stalls, before answering.Mom - Well… yes, and no. Steele - So what does dat mean then? I just happen to be from da UK? I just happen to be related to some dude who looks like Black Snow? And you and pops just happened to not tell me, right?[/color] Mom - I… I can’t tell you the full story. All I can tell you is my side, and why I never told you. Steele - I’m listenin’…[/color] Mom - The year it happened, your father came to me one night and he just kept saying how sorry he was and how big of a mistake he had made… He said he had gotten some women in the UK pregnant while he was away on a trip to promote my album. At the time I was furious, I almost left him. But he told me that he wanted to help raise the baby, even saying that we could raise you together. It took me ages to forgive him for it, but we were trying to have a baby for about two years and I never got pregnant. So we made a deal with that women, we would keep you, and raise you as long as SHE got to name you. Upon hearing this, Steele puts the phone down onto the counter and puts one of his hands over his face, not really believing or wanting to believe what he is hearing. This has to be harder for him than it is for Dan. Dan simply found out that the man he hated was kin to him, but Steele had to not only digest that, but now he has to know that the woman who helped raise him, the woman he would he take a bullet for… isn’t even his real mom. He takes his hand off of his face for a moment and picks the phone back up, his mom waiting for him to respond.Steele - Ma’… I, I got a big show later tonight. I gotta go.[/color] Mom - No… no, you listen to me. I may not be your mother, but I AM your MOTHER, do you understand? And, and just because you found out the truth doesn’t make that any different. I love you with all my heart and soul, and I don’t want this dwelling on your mind for too long. Because no matter the bloodline, I raised you and I am proud to call you MY son. O-okay? Steele can hear the woman he once called his mom’s voice getting softer, as she begins to cry. Steele himself is fighting back tears right now, but he doesn’t let his “mom” know it.Steele - …Ma’… I love you too.[/COLOR] That’s all he can say. He hangs up and gets out of the restaurant booth and slides his shades on so no one can see his face. He walks out of the place and goes to his car, getting ready to drive to the ACW arena for his match. This chapter of his life is far from over, but he has to focus on the two opponents who care nothing of his personal life. And focus, is just what he will do...
[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 31, 2009 16:22:40 GMT -5
”Psycho Entrance” Credit: Damian DeNiro and Danny Mainer. The scene opens in the parking garage of the ACW arena as Ragnarok has just gotten underway. A variety of vehicles are scattered throughout the open expanse ranging from the sleek vehicles owned by men like Jake Steele, to the beaters owned by guys like Danny Mainer. All of the sudden from behind the camera the loud roar of a high performance Shelby GT Convertible comes roaring through the open doors at high speed. The windows are tinted hiding the identity of the driver who obviously isn’t paying due attention to the road in front of him as he continues roaring towards “The Psycho Butcher” Danny Mainer standing in the middle of the road deep in thought. At the last second the almighty roar of the engine removes Mainer from his innermost thoughts as he leaps into the air and hit’s the top of the car. As it continues going forward Mainer rolls across the back and lands on the cement floor behind the vehicle. The car continues driving a littler further as Mainer shakes himself off and breaks after the car. The tail lights come on as a man steps out of the car, his face hidden in the shadows as he looks back at Danny Mainer. Mainer comes up to the car and with one swift motion kicks in one of the tail lights, an act that would cause most people to lose control but instead the man in the shadows just chuckles. : Dude if you’re trying to get back at me by wrecking my car, it isn’t going to work. I ripped that shit like twenty minutes ago for my grand entrance, so what did you think?The man chuckles as the face of Danny Mainer contorts with rage and he kicks the tail pipe in. Danny Mainer: "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!": "The better question is, who the fuck are you?"Danny Mainer: "I’m the man that’s calling the shots in this industry. I’m ACW’s star power and I’ll be damned if some little ingrate thinks he can try and run me over.": “You calling the shots. Are you for fucking real. I thought I passed you ten minutes ago, fuck weren't you the bum who tried washing my windshield four blocks back?"Danny Mainer: "No, I'm the hobo who'll be using your face to wash MY windshield if you don't watch your mouth and know your place. I'm not taking shit from some little piss-ant peasant. Go back to Vietnam you fucking loser.": “Know my place, know my place mother fucker? Let me tell you something, you ain't seen shit compared to me, You calling me a piss-ant peasant means shit.”Danny Mainer: “Clearly you’re so uneducated that you don’t even know who I am, but will that really matter? I’m going to turn you into soup anyways with the use of my girlfriend Sally. I hear people go great in energy drinks but what about with croutons and chilli’s?”With that Danny Mainer pulls out the large meat clever that he has affectionately dubbed Sally, brandishing it in front of the mans face. From the shadows the man steps forward, his head hooded covering his eyes in shadows, and the rest of his face covered by a red bandana. A tuft of spiked blonde hair peeks out from beneath the hood and a large silver chain emerges from beneath the bandana and ends with a cross that hangs just above his navel. : Look lil’ man. If you honestly think that you can scare me with your little knife then you got another thing comin’ to ya.Danny Mainer stares at the man without lowering his knife. : I see we have an understanding.Danny Mainer still stares at the man with a look in his eyes of fury, and Sally still held in a position that favours an attack at any instant. The man turns his back on Mainer and starts to walk away before stopping and turning around, the key’s to the car in his hand. : Oh, by the way. I need this parked.The man tosses the keys through the air before connecting with the shoulder of Mainer and then clattering on the pavement below. Mainer’s face takes an even deeper hue of red. As the man walks away though Danny doesn’t take this clear and obvious insult and takes the keys hopping into the convertible seeing it as an opportunity to take a free car. As he prepares to pull out he shouts one last message to the mystery man. Danny Mainer: ”Watch your mouth asshole or so be it, you won’t have one to talk with!”Mainer then pulls out the car park leaving the mystery guy to his own business smirking like a maniac as he drives off into the night. FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 31, 2009 16:23:49 GMT -5
Segment: What the Hell Are You Doing Here Family?!!? (Credit: Train) We open backstage with Chef sitting in a chair lacing up his boots. He is in his ring attire ready for the upcoming match against Train. This is probably going to be one of his toughest challenges yet and once he finishes lacing up his boots, he sits back in his chair. He lets out a sigh and tilts his head back. He knows what the consequences of tonight could bring. He knows that he may not ever see his family again. He tries not to think about what could happen to him and what WILL happen to Train. A knock on the door is heard. Chef stands up and looks at the door with his fists ready to fight. The door slowly opens up and in walks his wife and son. He lets his guard down and welcomes them.Chef: Oh, it's only you guys. Kelsey: Who did you think it would be? Chef: I'm not sure. I wasn't expecting you guys to be here. To be honest, I don't know if you guys should be here. Train could come through there and attack you at any moment. Jerome: I ain't afraid of him Daddy! I'll give him a one two punch just like you will tonight, right? Chef: One can hope-- I mean of course I will son! I'll teach that Train a lesson on what happens when you attack another man's family. Chef gives his son a high five then has him go to the other side of the room so that Chef and his wife can speak.Chef: Listen, I want you guys to go after you leave here. I can't risk Train finding you guys and hurting you and Jerome even more. I can cleanse Train tonight and I plan to do it alone. If you guys get hurt I just can't image what I would do. Kelsey: Leon, I'm sorry but we can't go anywhere. You have to see that it's very possible for you to get hurt very bad. If you go out there and he breaks your back I want to be here to take care of you right away. I don't want to sit somewhere and watch as my husband gets destroyed, knowing I can't do a damn thing for him. Chef: ... Kelsey: You know that I am right Leon. And if you go out there and Train comes back a bloody pulp, I want to be here to celebrate with you. Train won't hurt us, I promise. You know that I am right Leon. Chef: Yeah...I guess. But I really don't want you guys to be hurt. Promise me you'll stay back here, in this room. Kelsey: I promise. Now you go out there and get ready some more. Chef: I love you. Kelsey: I love you to. The two hug then Chef calls his son over. He gives him a big hug then lets out another big breath and leaves the room knowing what will happen later on tonight.
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Not quite.... Train emerges from seemingly no where and approaches Kelsey. Both Kelsey and Jerome let out a scream but it's too late. There is nobody to hear them. Train grabs her mouth to muffle her screams. He pushes her back against a wall.Train: You think you can give him CONFIDENCE? HE HAS NO CHANCE OUT THERE TONIGHT! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?With tears going down her face she nods. Jerome can't do anything but musters up the courage to punch Train in the back of the leg. Train lets Kelsey go, causing her to fall to the floor.Train: INTERNET TOUGH GUY, EH? WELL LOOK HERE LITTLE MAN, YOU'RE FATHER...HES A DEAD MAN! When I go out there tonight and fight him in that ring, his whole life will change forever. If he still has a life that is.Kelsey: WHAT DO YOU WANT? Train: What I want is for you guys to assure me something. Leon told you guys to stay back here, no you aren't going to do that. You are going to come down to the ring. You are going to watch in person what I do to him. And if you don't, I will come back here and I will hurt you twice as much as I'm going to hurt him. As long as you just walk out there and don't do anything, you'll be safe. But if you even TRY to hit me or TRY to do ANYTHING to hurt MY chances of winning. You'll be hurt...Understand?Kelsey nods with the tears flowing down her face. Train kicks the door in then leaves the room, smirking. Once he leaves, Kelsey gets up and hugs her son. The two cry together and realize that they must make a really hard decision in order to be safe.
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 31, 2009 16:24:11 GMT -5
Match 1: Loser Leaves ACW Match Wayde Russeller vs. Sly Fox (Credit: Wayde) "Me Against the World" blasts on the loud speakers and the crowd cheers as Sly Fox emerges from the back. He is wearing jeans and a white tank top with a very serious look on his face. Diamond is on crutches but she limps her way to the ring with her brother in a match the could make...or END...his career. Philip: The following match is set for one fall and has NO time limit. The loser of this match will be forced to IMMEDIATELY retire from ACW...Forever...Introducing first...being accompanied to the ring by Diamond Fox...SLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY FOX!The lights now go out and a single spot light hits the entrance ramp. Out comes Wayde Russeller to no music and wearing new ring gear. He is wearing a black eye liner around his eyes and has replaced his vest for a sleeveless long black trench coat with three spikes on each shoulder. He has fingerless black, studded, leather gloves on each hand and his boots are pure black. His wrestling trunks are black as well except they have a red coloring "splattered" on them made to look like blood. Upon his head is a black cowboy hat which also has studs in it. Philip: And his opponent...WAYDE RUUUUSSSSSELLLER!The fans boo as Wayde quietly slinks into the ring. He grabs the mic from Philip and throws him out. Wayde: Sly. I have an option for you. We do not have to fight like this. I see deep down inside your soul that you are not completely lost...your soul...is worth saving. If you agree to join The Faith, and let us save you and Diamond, we can cancel this match right now and you can keep your job.He throws the mic to Sly who looks confused. The fans start a "Kick His Ass" chant which seems to be enough for Sly.[/i] Sly: You think I need saving?? Man I thought you were crazy before but DAMN! Look at you Wayde. You have totally lost it. I'm gonna turn down this deal...and do you a HUGE favor by ending your career right now.He throws the mic back at Wayde who catches it with out even looking away from Sly. Wayde: I was wrong. Your soul is not savable. You must....perish. He drops the mic and turns to the corner to take off his trench coat. He then bows his head and lifts up both arms to the side in a prayer manner. As he does so, the ref calls for the bell. Sly decides not to wait for Wayde to turn back around and he runs at him full force. Just before impact, Wayde snaps his head up and...
The lights go out and nothing can be seen except the flashing of cameras, each fan trying to get enough light to see what his going on. One man in the front row some how got a police issued flash light in and tries to light up the arena but security quickly tackles the man and drags him out. Nothing is heard except A scream from Diamond and then...
Silence. The lights turn back on and Sly Fox is laying on the mat, bleeding profusely from his head. Wayde is over him with a sadistic smile on his face. Diamond is no where to be found. Wayde drops and pins Sly crucifixion style as the confused ref drops and counts.1...
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3 The match is over and everyone is dead silent in the arena. Wayde sits up and looks around at the confusion and devastation he has caused. Finally, after some serious nudging, Philip jumps back to reality. Philip: Here is your winner....WAYDE RUSSELLERWayde looks back one more time at Sly and blows him a kiss. He turns and starts walking down the entrance ramp that is filling with smoke. He gets half way up and stops, letting himself be covered in smoke. Once it clears he is gone. Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 31, 2009 16:25:12 GMT -5
28/01/09Jack Jefferson/ * The following video is a www.JackJefferson.com exclusive *\ - Enjoy! -This www.JackJefferson.com exclusive opens with the highly uninteresting sight of Jack Jefferson’s front door as cameraman Mike fumbles to find the door bell.*Ring*Mike can be heard whistling as he awaits a response but he clearly isn’t a patient man as he waits a mere five seconds before reaching for the bell once more.*Ring**Ring*After around ten seconds a fumbling noise can be heard from within as Jefferson opens the door. Jefferson’s expression isn’t one that screams happiness as he swings the door open. He is only prevented from being completely naked by a tight pair of boxer shorts, his eyes are near enough to being completely shut and his right hand looks like it’s glued to his face. I think it’s clear to say Jefferson’s a tad hungover.Jefferson: What? Mike: Er...can I come in? Jefferson doesn’t even bother to respond; instead he walks off and leaves his door open behind him as he pulls a crumpled t-shirt over his head. He flops onto the sofa with a groan.Mike: Good night I take it? Jefferson: Of course, I was celebrating my win against Jonny Spade. Jefferson smiles but then groans as his headache reminds him of its presence. There is a noise as a door creaks open and Mike whirls the camera round to reveal a topless woman leaning out of Jefferson’s room. She isn’t particularly attractive but she does, clearly, possess a good body.Woman: Er...Jack have you got any coff-- Suddenly, the woman notices the camera and screams before realising she’s on display and covers up, retreating into the room. Jefferson laughs to himself and turns to Mike.Jefferson: Not in my league, I know, but I was very pissed! Plus, she’s got a cracking pair on her, but I don’t need to tell you that huh? Jefferson laughs again at his own joke and turns to the woman as she walks out of his bedroom. This time she has clothes on, even if they do look a bit skewed and crumpled.Woman: Well, baby, is there any coffee? Jefferson: Erm...yeah there’s some somewhere, I think. Woman: Where about? Jefferson: Your place, so why don’t you fuck off home! The woman looks shocked, and offended, yet Jefferson just smirks, clearly amused by his own joke. The woman storms off, shouting back as she slams the door.Woman: You fucking pig! You were a shit shag anyway!! Jefferson: Heh, slags. They make up bullshit when you reject ‘em. Good idea with that coffee though. I need a strong dose of caffeine and some greasy food! Gimme a sec and I’ll chuck some jeans on, we can head to that Café round the corner. Jefferson disappears into his bedroom and Mike kills time by scanning around the apartment, seemingly focusing on the discarded thong hanging from a nearby lampshade. There is plenty of mess around though, an empty bottle of Jack Daniels left on the floor next to two shot glasses, one of which appears to be carrying a hefty crack down the side. Jefferson reappears, wearing the same t-shirt he pulled on shortly after answering the door and a highly creased pair of jeans which are most likely re-worn from the night before. He doesn’t seem to care though, and he heads straight for the front door without bothering to wait for Mike.
Mike catches up with Jefferson outside as he’s taking a couple of welcome gulps of fresh air. As soon as he sees Mike behind him he continues on his way. He doesn’t have far to walk as he rounds the corner and walks into a complete dive of a Café – this definitely isn’t Starbucks. He walks right up to the counter, where a man is stood wearing a grease-stained apron, and places his order.Jefferson: Egg, bacon, two sausages, beans, toast, and a strong coffee, plenty of sugar. He’ll have a coffee. The owner nods as Jefferson walks off to one of the many empty tables, placing his head on it as he sits down. Mike joins him momentarily afterwards and it isn’t long before the coffee’s arrive. Jefferson takes a large gulp out of his a lets out a satisfied sigh.Jefferson: This is exactly what I need, you got any aspirin or anything? My head is fucking pounding! As Mike shakes his head Jefferson doesn’t seem to be paying any attention, instead he is intently scratching his crotch. When he’s finished he slams his hand on the table and shouts across at the owner, he’s clearly not in the mood to be patient.Jefferson: Where the fuck is my food?! I’m dying of hunger over here you lazy bastard!! The owner responds only with a grunt, but nothing more. Jefferson scowls inwardly and takes another gulp of coffee whilst drumming his fingers on the table impatiently. It’s not long before the food arrives and Jefferson gratefully tucks right in.Mike: Wait, you didn’t order me anything? Jefferson sighs and shoots Mike an unimpressed look before tossing one of his sausages at him, splashing bean juice everywhere.Jefferson: Fine, munch on that and shut the fuck up. Jefferson turns his attention back to his food, which he devours at an alarmingly quick rate. He finishes by mopping up the bean juice with a piece of toast and licking his fingers in satisfaction. He then follows up by finishing off his coffee and letting a large belch escape.Jefferson: Aaah, that hit the spot! Jefferson scratches himself again whilst he goes to take out his wallet. Suddenly, a look of panic spreads across his face.Jefferson: Oh shit! Mike: What? Jefferson: I can’t find my fucking wallet. I bet that skank whore took it just to be a bitch! Mike: You probably left it in your apartment. Jefferson: Well it could be that too...but that’s not what matters, I’ve got no money to pay for this! You got any cash on you? Mike: Nada. Jefferson: Bollocks! Guess we’ll just have to bail! As soon as he’s finished his sentence Jefferson leaps up and bolts out of the door. Mike takes a little longer to move and nearly gets caught by the owner as he follows in Jefferson’s direction. The owner can be heard yelling profanity after Mike as he rounds the corner and nearly runs into Jefferson.Mike: Give me a bit more warning next time, alright? Jefferson: Yeah, sure, whatever. Seriously though, this is pissing me right off! Mike: What? Not having your wallet? Jefferson: Nah, the fact my balls are itchy as a motherfucker! A sudden realisation passes across Jefferson’s face. This is followed swiftly by a look of anger.Jefferson: That fucking whore! She’s fucking given me something hasn’t she?! Oh if I see her again I’m gonna beat her into the fucking dirt!! I’m gonna-- Mike: Calm down, you might just have itchy balls. I’d go get yourself checked though. Jefferson: Yeah, you’re right. Here, this Taxi’ll do. Jefferson sticks his thumb out to flag down the approaching taxi and motions for Mike to get in with him. Jefferson’s looking extremely worried as he tells the driver to take him to the Doctor’s.~ Later That Day ~Mike is sat in the waiting room of the Doctor’s surgery; presumably he’s waiting for Jefferson to emerge. That assumption is confirmed rather pronto as Jefferson emerges with a Doctor by his side.Doctor: ...so you just apply it once a day and in a week you’ll be right as rain. Be more careful next time though! Jefferson: Yeah, sure Doc. Thanks a lot. As Jefferson approaches he’s beaming and looks extremely pleased with himself.Mike: You all clear? Jefferson: Nah, it’s crabs. Mike: Why you so happy then? Jefferson: Cos it’s only crabs. Besides, they’ll be gone in less than a week with the special shampoo the Doc prescribed! Mike: Yeah, I suppose. Right then, seeing as you’re fine, you wanna hit the gym? Get prepared? Jefferson: The gym? Why the fuck would I wanna do that?! I’m still hungover you fucking tard! Mike: Yeah, but you need to prepare for your match with Jonny. Jefferson: Hah! You really are special in the brain ain’t ya? I don’t need to prepare for Spade, I’m way outta his league. So I’ll tell you what, you go to the gym – you definitely need it – and I’ll head back to bed! Mike: Well we could do something fun. Like bowling? Or see a movie? Maybe we could check out the new Go Kart place?! Jefferson walks off shaking his head and laughing, leaving Mike stood by himself in the reception of the Doctor’s surgery for a few moments. He follows Jefferson out of the door but, as it would appear, Jefferson is already climbing into a Taxi, leaving Mike to find his own entertainment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 31, 2009 16:25:41 GMT -5
Segment: The Jack-O-Lantern
(Credit: Scott Andrews)
So it was finally time to get my chance at avenging my father’s death; Henry McKaye doesn’t know what’s coming. How dare he take the death of a good human being so lightly? No heart, no soul, or no brain? Either way he’s a major thorn in my side. I’m trying to figure this whole thing out, and all he can do is piss me off even more. I would have thought that the God of War would have strategically studied my past matches and seen exactly what happens when you piss me off.
My fury is unleashed.
My fury is unadulterated.
My fury is unmatched.
But being a complete prick, he probably didn’t bother checking that out.
Arriving at my locker room in my black leather jacket and denim jeans, I had my duffle bag over my shoulder; a little heavier than normal due to a few extra things being packed in there. I noticed the eerie ambience of the empty room as soon as I entered; it was too hard not to.
Don’t worry, Dad. I will catch your killer.
Moving closer towards the locker itself, I noticed a strange orange glow reflecting off the ceiling light. It was coming from inside the locker. I pull the door open to reveal a Jack-o-Lantern staring me in the face.[/color]
Scott: What the fuck is this? Some kind of joke?
This must’ve been in here since Monday; last Thursday even. I mean, I was too occupied with grieving over my fathers death to notice it before; perhaps a calling card? I can’t think about it now, I’ve got things to do.
I pick the Halloween icon up and toss it into the hallway; it’s no good to me, plus it’ll probably stink the room up even more if I leave it in there. Meh, I’ve got all night to figure it out.[/color]
Scott stands in the doorway, staring at the broken pieces as the scene fades out.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 31, 2009 16:26:14 GMT -5
Segment: YEAH! AWESOME FREEMAN IS BACK! <_< (Credit: Freeman)
And the first pay-per-view of the year commences. One of ACW’s biggest cards in recent history certainly promises for a great show, and the fans are most definitely excited. As the camera fades in to a backstage area, the fans are greeted with the sight of the Television Champion, Jason Freeman. He has a serious look on his face, and the fans instantly can see that they are possibly about to fall victim to one of his longer speeches.
Freeman: Before we discuss the events that will transpire tonight, I would like to start with a different matter. I would like to discuss the past month, and the significant lack of momentum that I had promised. Before I even start to talk about Red, before I even mention our match tonight, I feel this needs to be addressed.
It’s not that Freeman didn’t do anything to make an impact (he certainly proved that he would go any length to teach some respect to Red,) but in the scheme of things, he didnt do anything that would make good on his promise to make 2009 his year. Perhaps he is slowing down since the initial return? It is possible. After all, his initial intensity and drive could only last so long. Eventually you start to wind down, and lose that speed. Perhaps this is happening to Freeman?
Freeman: After defeating Dan White in an I Quit match, I had big words, and I made big promises. Now, you fans listen to me, and you listen to me good. I do completely intend to make good on those promises. I am a man with goals, and they are very specific goals, and I will make sure that at any costs every single one of these goals occur. Just as I came in with the intention of getting a match against Dan and defeating him, which I then managed to achieve, I now have one goal in mind. That goal is the International Championship that has eluded me since my return, despite the fact that clearly I deserved to win it. Despite the fact that clearly I defeated the champion Dan White just recently, in a non-title match. That title belt can only escape my grasp for so long before I finally snatch it and put it in its rightful place around the waist of Jason Freeman.
The fans boo his statement, obviously not agreeing about where the belt belongs, and at this Freeman doesn’t react at all. This is certainly more in touch with the Freeman that has been seen when he is at his most intense. Over time, he has seemed to develop back some of that cockiness that had characterized him in his earlier years in ACW, but now he is completely deadpan.
Freeman: Once again, I am sorry if you do not appreciate it, but that IS what is going to happen. And it’s going to happen as soon as I can MAKE it happen. I am willing to step back for a short while but as I said, when I want something, I get it. And as for tonight? Tonight I am stuck in a match with a man that quite frankly I shouldn’t be facing. First of all, he is not nearly in my league, and a nobody like him should not even be allowed to come within my sight. Second of all, I have no reason to be facing him, because he is doing nothing but slowing me down in my quest for the championship. Yet, at the same time, I must admit, I seem to be human at least slightly because I can just not resist to chance to destroy him tonight. I can not resist the chance to get my hands on him. And the reason for that is because he blatantly disrespected me.
The source of this blatant disrespect of course can be stemmed to when Red bumped into him accidentally in the hallway. Despite his apologies, Freeman apparently still is not satisfied. But Freeman knows inside himself that this isn’t just a matter of teaching respect. When they faced each other in the ring, Red did very well. In fact, he seemed to have Freeman’s number throughout the match. Part of that may very well stem from the fact that Red was enraged over Freeman’s actions towards his wife, but all the same, Red came close a couple of times to hitting possible match-ending moves. Then, when Freeman tried to end it with a chair, and possibly send a message, that chair ended up smashing him in the head. Clearly, Freeman is furious over what Red did to him, and now tonight in a street fight he has the chance to set things right.
Freeman: Red, you listen to me. If I were you, I would turn around right now. I would walk out of the building, and go on home. Do whatever you want, Red, but what I would advise you NOT to do, is to step in the ring with me tonight. You see, I’m telling you this for your own good, and because I want you to fully understand the consequences of what stepping into a street fight with me entails. I want you to understand my mindset right now. I want you to understand what I’m thinking. What do I need now? An impact once more, to propel me to another championship opportunity. What a better way to get that than by destroying you tonight, and then sending you out on a stretcher. What’s a better way to impress than to completely demolish, bloody, and batter you tonight. Now, Red, you have a chance to avoid this fate. All you have to do is just walk out of the building, but I know that I myself am coming ready to fight.
And nobody could look in Freeman’s eyes right now and say otherwise. Those are eyes that are INDEED ready to fight, and eyes that make the fans feel that if they were in Red’s shoes perhaps they would do just that. Perhaps they would turn around and get on out of the building. But all the fans know that Red is NOT going to do that. Everybody knows that Red will indeed be showing up to the match, and everybody knows that Red will be bringing a fight that will certainly exceed Freeman’s expectations. Red himself wants to get a piece of Freeman, and perhaps it is a miscalculation on Freeman’s part to provoke him further.
Freeman: Well, Red, I’m ready. So come meet your fate if you do so desire, and if not, I can’t think any less of you. It would only be the smart thing to do. Now, ACW fans, take a look at me. A good look. I am the man that will be the face of ACW soon enough. I am the man who will be at the top of this company by the end of the year. Mr. Red may be the next victim in my way, but there will be many more. How many? As many as it takes. I will not stop. I will not slow. I will not give up. Not until I am International Champion, and then after that…world champion.
And just like that the camera fades. With these strong words it seems that Freeman really has NOT missed a beat.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 31, 2009 16:26:47 GMT -5
Match 2: Hell's Kitchen Match Thunder Train vs. "The Chef" Leon Chase (Credit: Train) We return in the middle of the Hell’s Kitchen Cell being lowered around the ring. The crowd stands up and looks at it in awe as the weapons drip from the sides like some sadistic torture chamber, because it will be in a few minutes. Phillip stands in the ring and admires the cell as well before making the introductions.Phillip: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is the Hell’s Kitchen match! Now in this match, there are no disqualifications or count-outs. The only way to win is to pin your opponent inside the ring! Introducing first, weighing in at 360 pounds, THUNDER TRAIN Kuja Trance theme slow remix plays. A different theme for this obviously much different man. He makes his way down the ramp with his head slightly lowered. He ignores the crowd who is booing him intensely for his recent actions. Train enters the cell and slides into the ring. He raises his arms up the crowd, to much more boos than before. Phillip: And his opponent, from New York City, he is the Chef, LEON CHASE! The crowd raises to their feet and cheers as the opening cowbell of Nazareth’s “Hair of the Dog” plays. Out walks Leon with a smirk on his face looking at the crowd. He walks to either side of the stage and looks up and points. He slaps his chest and continues down the ring. He stands on the stage and raises his arms up, cuing the explosions of pyro behind him. He slaps a few of the fans’ hands then gets into the cell. His expression changes. He stares at Train and sees that this will one of his toughest fights yet. He right away grabs a cookie sheet from the cell and a chair. He slides the cookie sheet in the ring along with the chair. Then he slides in himself.*Bell Rings* Chef picks up the chair and whips it at Train’s head. A loud clunk noise is heard already as the steel goes bouncing off the head of Train. Train grabs his dome and backs into a corner. Chef charges him and begins to punch him. He gives several stiff shots in the corner as Train tries hard to cover his face. The ref tries to break up the shots and Chef listens to the ref and backs up a bit. He attempts to attack again but Train hits him in the stomach with a forearm shot. Train then throws Chef into the corner and begins to punch him. Train gives even harder shots and it takes Chef down to a sitting position in the corner. Train then begins kicking him in the face and upper chest region. He backs up and grabs the cookie sheet. Chef is slowly starting to get up as Train smashes the sheet over his head, denting it. Chef falls over and Train covers. ONE! TWO! *Kickout* Chef gets a shoulder up and Train seems amused. He stands up and drops an elbow on Chef. He then takes the cookie sheet and stomps on it to flatten it out. Train slides it under the head of Chef and exits the ring. He grabs a microwave from the cell and opens it up. Much to his disappointment, there is nothing inside. Nevertheless, he brings it into the ring with him. He grabs the top and bottom, holding it vertically. He then lines up Chef and looks as if he’s going to smash it against his head. Train drops out but Chef is able to roll out of the way at the last second. Train crashes the microwave onto the cookie sheet, breaking it. He stands up and sees what he has done to the microwave. Chef runs off the ropes and low drop kicks Train, sending him face first into the broken pile of microwave. Train’s head lands hard and Chef rolls him over right away. ONE! TW-*Kickout* Train throws Chef up off of him and sits up. He turns and stares at Chef. A few drips of blood flow down, but nothing major at all. Train smirks and grabs Chef, who stands up with his back to Train. Train grabs Chef from behind and attempts to back suplex him. Chef begins to punch Train in the face mid lift though and is able to use Train’s own weight against him. He is able to pull of a half-assed crossbody, sending Train down. Train falls hard and gets right back up. Chef was expecting this and lines up Train waiting for him to get up. He rushes Train and tries to clothesline him, he should have known better. Train stays standing, barely affected by the blow. Chef rebounds again, but to no avail once more. Train just laughs and kicks him in the stomach followed by lifting him above his head. Train walks over to the side of the cell and throws him against the cage. Chef lands hard on the outside, causing several objects to fall on top of him afterward, including several plates that break along his back. Train leaves the ring after him but doesn’t see Chef looking under the ring. He grabs Chef by the back of the head and turns him around. Chef is now holding a fire extinguisher. Chef sprays it in the face of Train, sending white stuff all over his face. Train turns around with a “OMGWTF” look on his face. He turns back to Chef and charges him. Chef holds up the fire extinguisher and Train’s head smashes into it. Train falls to his knees, holding onto the apron. Chef lifts him up and throws him into the ring, leaving his head on the apron. He picks up one of the shattered plates and smashes Train in the head with it. It breaks into even smaller pieces and Train holds his face and gets back into the ring. Chef follows after and covers. ONE! TWO! *Kickout* Train gets his shoulder up and it’s now apparent that he is bleeding. The blood gushes down his face as he blinks and tries to get his head back into the game. Chef doesn’t care however and puts Train into a sleeper hold, trying to cut off the blood flow to Train’s head. The blood gives a really gruesome sight as it flows down the arm of Chef and onto the mat. The ref grabs Train’s hand once and it falls. He goes for a second and it falls. A third time, but Train gets it up. As a matter of fact he gets a second wind so to speak. He beings to stand up, bringing Chef with him. Chef hangs on and soon he is off his feet. Train grabs Chef’s legs and swings him up onto his shoulders. He is in perfect OM NOM BOMB position but Chef is moving out of it. Chef is now only on one shoulder of Train and acting fast, Train throws Chef’s head into the turnbuckle, Snake eyes! Chef comes bouncing off the turnbuckle and back to him. Train runs off the ropes and big boots Chef in the head. Chef goes down and rolls out of the ring. He stands up and holds his face, bleeding from his nose now. Train slides under the bottom rope and grabs Chef’s head. He slams it against the cage wall and begins grinding it. Chef screams out in pain as his flesh is grinded away. Train throws him down onto the floor then raises his arms to boos from the audience. He picks up Chef, who is bleeding now also, and slams his head into the ringpost. Chef goes bouncing off the steel and sits down in the corner of the cell. Train props him up in the corner and sets up the steel steps in front of him then walks to the opposite side.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 31, 2009 16:27:28 GMT -5
Train lets out a quick jump then yells as he runs at Chef. He jumps off the steps and attempts to knee Chef in the face. Chef dives out of the way at the last second, sending Train into the side of the cage. Train holds his knee and Chef trips him, sending him face first into the steps. Train smashes down hard and lets out an “Oooh” Chef grabs the nearby cookie sheet and stares at Train. He lifts it up and attempts to destroy Train’s brain. Train gets up though and Chef hits the steel. Train then grabs Chef’s head and DDT’s him onto the cookie sheet and steps. Both men just kinda slide off the steps now and onto the floor. They both stay down for about 5 seconds then Train beings to move a bit. He lifts up Chef’s carcass and rolls it into the ring. He barely is able to slide in after but gets an arm across. ONE! TWO! THRE-*Kickout* Chef hardly gets his shoulder off the mat and rolls to his side. Train is still face down on the mat. He slowly begins to rise up, using the ropes for help. Chef is also starting to get up but is a little behind Train. Train gets up first and approaches Chef. Chef turns around and the two stare at each other. Chef acts first and low blows Train, to a big pop from the crowd. He then does a neckbreaker on Train. ONE! TWO! THR- *Kickout* Chef then slides under the bottom ropes and reaches under the ring. He pulls out a drawer and dumps it into the ring. Knives, forks and spoons all go everywhere. Chef gets a sick smile on his face as he gets in. He grabs a knife and steps in front of Train, who is now on his knees. Chef wants to add one more injury before he finishes this and attempts the Appetizer (R-15 Kick). He does a fast side kick to Train’s head, but Train grabs his leg and locks an ankle lock in. Both men drop down as Train gets a grapevine in, a surprising move for the Train to do. Chef drops his knife and now scurries for whatever he can find. He grabs a fork and beings to stab at Train’s arms. Train lets go of the hold and now his arms begin to drip a little blood. Chef rolls out of the ring and grabs his foot. He loosens his boot and checks his ankle and moves it around a bit. Train stands up and sees his arm covered in blood. He runs at Chef and suicide dives at him. Chef falls down however and Train smashes into the door. ~CRASH!~
Train breaks the door down and now the match has spilled onto the outside of the cage. “Holy shit” chants start. Chef looks over his shoulder and sees the door, who is dented in by Train’s head. Chef crawls out of the cell and looks at Train. He stands up and kicks Train, who isn’t moving. Just then his wife and son appear on the stage. Chef freaks out and runs, or limps rather, to see them. He tells them to get out of there before it’s too late. Suddenly, Train attacks Chef from behind and Russian Leg Sweeps him onto the ramp. He then stares at his family. Kelsey attempts to protect her son but Train just throws her down. He looks down at the boy and spits blood in his face. The crowd is shocked at what they just witnessed. His son is stunned in fear and Train grabs his arm. He takes him down to the cell and handcuffs him to the inside. He then drags Chef right in front of his son. “How do you like your daddy now?” he yells and he looks in the Caramel Clutch. Jerome has no choice but to watch his dad be destroyed like this. Train just smirks. He lets go of the hold and says something else to Jerome. Train turns around and picks up Chef. He begins to grind Chef’s head against the cell, causing his blood to flow down on top of his son. The crowd boos heavily at this point, not believing what they see. Train throws Chef down once more and enters the cell. He grabs a table from under the ring, except it looks more like a picnic table. He slides it into the ring and sets it up. It’s much bigger than it looks as it expands. What Train doesn’t see is Chef starting to climb the cell. By the time Train notices anything, Chef is halfway up already. Train hurries to set up the rest of the table and exits the ring. He climbs up after Chef and Chef awaits for him on the top. Train is now on top and the two men being to trade shots. The camera flashes are seen as the two battle 20 feet above the ring. Eventually Chef beings to get the upper hand. He performs several punches on Train then kicks him in the mid-section. Chef goes for the Molotov Cocktail and he actually lifts up Train above his head. But Train slides out and turns Chef around. He picks him up! OM NOM BOMB position! OH MY GOD!
~CRASH~ ~SMASH~
Train OM NOM BOMB’s Chef through the top of the cell, sending him down onto the table below, totally annihilating it. Chef is now totally not moving. The ref has no choice but to stop the match right there and then. Even though there are no rules, this is too much for Chef and he could be dead. *Bell Rings* Phillip: Here is your winner as a result of referee stoppage, THUNDER TRAIN! Kuja Trance theme slow mix plays but there is a chilling wind in the air. Train has a look of shock on his face but it slowly turns into a smile. He looks down at what he’s done and raises his arms in the air. He throws down the key to the handcuffs and they land on Chef’s chest. He climbs down and looks as Jerome cries as the sight of his father and Kelsey rushing by him to get into the ring. She un-cuffs Jerome and they both get into the ring, crying together. The cell raises up and EMT’s rush by Train, who is still standing at the bottom of the ramp. The EMT’s begin to move Chef from the wreckage and onto a stretcher. Train just walks up the ramp, still smiling. He gets to the top and raises his arms in joy.
The final shot we see is a tear of Jerome falling onto the chest of Chef....
Fade to black....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 31, 2009 16:28:11 GMT -5
OTA Segment: It's Over! (Credit: Train) Train's music can still be heard as he walks down the steps into the backstage area. All the crew members turn a cold shoulder to Train and avoid eye contact. Train lets out a sick smile that peaks through his crimson mask. He continues down toward his locker room, proud of what he has done here tonight. He opens up the door and gets inside. He sits down but the real Train slowly starts to come back.Train: I cannot believe you've done this.Done what? Completed the first step on a long journey of ACW domination. Train: I'm sorry it had to come to this. I really wanted Chef to finish you. But I know now that I must be the one to do it. I hate to do this.Please Train. You are done. It's over right now. Just accept that I own your body and you are now my servant. I can use you to do whatever I want to. Whatever I please. Just accept it and together we can achieve great power! Train: I'll never join you!Then...young Trainwalker...you will die. Train gets a strange look on his face then suddenly he jumps up and runs to the wall hitting it. He screams out in pain as the Doom tries to take over fully inside of him. He drops to his knees, screaming in pain. Nobody would dare enter the room to help him though as he hurts. He tries his best to get to the door but Doom just keeps holding him back. Sending him against things in the room, blood was everywhere. The walls are covered in it, his bags, his possessions, everything.HAHAHAHAHAHA! DO YOU SEE NOW TRAIN? I AM UNSTOPPABLE! Train: I...didn't want to do this....but you...give me...no choice...tonight you die....You are crazy Train! There is nothing you can do. Just accept it. Train: Oh?...but there is....Train crawls to his bloody bag. He pulls out another smaller bag and opens it up.What is that? Train: ...Chex Mix...CHEX MIX? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOBODY LIKES THAT SHIT! Train begins to eat the Chex Mix. With each crunch, the demon inside slowly begins to fade.WHY WOULD YOU HAVE THAT? NO! Train: THIS IS IT!Train finishes the bag and then suddenly, the screaming stops. Train stands up and looks around. Blood is still everywhere, but the Doomtrain is gone. Train drops to his knees and breaths heavily. Even Train isn't too fond of that nasty ass Chex Mix. He crawls to the door and opens it. He moves out of the room and some doctors see him.Doctor: OH MY GOD! THIS MAN NEEDS SOME HELP! The paramedics run over and set Train onto a stretcher. However, the stretcher sorta becomes a low rider and they have to crouch down to get it to move. They take him right away to a safe place to get him fixed up. Train may be hurt bad now, but he has finally gotten rid of something that has attempted to destroy his life for years...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 31, 2009 16:28:50 GMT -5
“Fifteen Minutes” Credit: Thunderkiss Two Days Ago. Los Angles, California *ding, dong* Anna Sommers: Who is it? Voice *front outside door*: Telegram for Miss Sommers. Anna: *Sigh* Why don’t you people find a real job instead of bothering me right in the middle of my - [She opens the door in mid tirade, hoping to berate yet another innocent message boy. Instead she comes face to face with her own personal nightmare sporting a grin ten miles wide underneath his distinguished handlebar mustache.] Thunderkiss: Hasn’t anyone every taught you how to use a peephole? I can give you a few lessons if you wish! Anna: *Gasp!* You - You - Thunderkiss: Me! Me! Now sweetheart, don’t say a word until you hear me out. Show no fear. There is no reason to feel any, I assure you.Anna: No fear?! No fear?! How am I not supposed to have fear with a lunatic standing in my doorway! What are you going to do next, Aiden? Blow up all of California? I can’t deal with this anymore! Just when I think I may have a normal life you show up at my door and blow it all to hell. Now you either turn around and head back to whatever filth ridden cesspool you now call home or I shall call the police! You know what? Forget that. I am going to call them right now. [Anna goes to slam the door; Thunderkiss sticks out his hand to prevent her from doing so. Her heart begins to race straight out of her chest as she connects her eyes with his. She has seen the wild look within them before and never has it resulted in anything rational.] Thunderkiss: Oh no you won’t.Anna: Please, just let me go. You don’t have to do this, Aiden. Just think about your son ... Thunderkiss: OH, I DO! That’s why I am here, in fact. Anna, I just want to see him. That’s all. Just give me 15 minutes with him and I’ll be gone. I promise.Anna: You are not coming near him! I have made it most clear, you are gone from his life. Look at yourself, Aiden. Do you really want your child to grow up like you? You are a liar. An egotistical, ruthless, bastard. You’d sell your own family out just to make a buck and come to think about it, you did! Just take one look at you, how many tee-shirts did you sell this week in that grubby truck stop outfit of yours? Thunderkiss: Excuse me?! Like you are some kind of role model?! Give me a fucking break! Just like every other slut these days you think you are entitled to things because of your looks. Forget what’s inside, as long as it can raise a dick or wet a pussy, that’s all that matters in life? Right? Eventually you are going to have to take a long look at yourself and realize that you can have the most perfect set of tits and a pristine face, but in the end we all end up in the dirt. What’s important is not how people remember how you look, but rather how they remember you treated them. What kinda lesson is that for Dillon to learn? [Her fade turns bright red to match his own. They say the truth hurts and right now both Anna and TK have been beaten to a pulp by it. Thunderkiss’ hand comforts his near exploding temples as his mind fumbles over what to say next. His mental anguish at maximum, he feels he can use it to his advantage and expose in inner turmoil to his one time lover. If she can see within, perhaps she can understand his plight.] Thunderkiss: Do you know why, Anna?Anna: Do I know why what? Thunderkiss: Why I left you?Anna: Because you are a man who only thinks about himself and that’s never going to change. You wanted to go play “wrestler” again and you did so at the expense of the ones that loved you. Congratulations. Thunderkiss: Heh. You know, I just find life so ironic sometimes. The one time I try to live my life for others I end up being the bad guy once again. Sometimes, you just can’t win. Anna, you won’t believe me but I left because I sacrificed everything I had to keep your heart beating. The money, the house even my son is gone because you were laying dead on the floor and I wanted you to breath once more. You don’t remember it and that look in your eye right now confirms to me that you think I am crazy for even telling you this. Anna: Oh, we are way past me thinking you are crazy. In fact, I thought you were crazy when you started talking to yourself and sleeping on the streets. This is a look of disbelief in our social system. I can’t fathom why you are still walking around in the general public. Thunderkiss: Anna, please. Just let me see my son. You can stand right by me all the time. I don’t care. I just miss him too much. [His words cut through her like a knife. His tone weakened and his eyes filled with sorrow, she sees him no longer as a danger but a man with a broken heart. Still, she cannot let her guard down fully. His recent actions are justification enough but the last few minutes have made her question his sanity. Be that as it may, she knows as a parent the pain she would endure without her child. She cannot bring herself to deny him of his role as a father any longer; her conscious will not allow it. With a hesitant tone in her voice, she replies - ] Anna: You have 15 minutes. Thunderkiss: Thank you. [She proceeds into the house; he follows. Together they march toward young Dillon’s playroom where father and son will unite for the first time in almost a year. He has beaten champions, won countless titles and is recognized world wide. Though all these accomplishments, there has been nothing that matches the pride he felt on the day Dillon was born. For the next fifteen minutes he finally gets to taste that moment yet again.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 31, 2009 16:29:47 GMT -5
Segment: Can we get some answers please? Credit: Dave Tyler
As we cut backstage after the last fantastic, amazing and epic segment, we see ACW’s resident interviewer Alan Elfdris standing in front of a dressing room door, microphone in hand and a smile on his face. He’s put on his best suit for tonight’s pay per view show, and his excitement is obvious.
Alan: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight ACW presents Ragnorak, and that means that we will finally crown a new Entertainment Champion, as Dave Tyler and Chris Williams face off in a ladder match. This match has been chosen because it will be nigh on impossible to have a draw between these two men. This will be their third official match up. Last month, at Winter’s Discontent, the two wrestled to a double knock out, resulting in the Entertainment title becoming vacant while another way was found to crown a champion. Following that....
The door behind Alan opens, as Dave Tyler walks out, dressed in his wrestling gear and wearing a beanie hat. He looks stunned for a moment, but it doesn’t take long for his smile to reappear on his face.
Dave: Alan. Whats up?
Alan: Well, Dave, we were hoping we could get some words with you before your big ladder match tonight?
Dave: Alan, as much as I appreciate the effort you’ve gone through to set this interview up, I’m afraid that I’ve got somewhere I need to be. See, its time for me to hit that ring and explain some stuff. You want to hear what’s on my mind? Go find a monitor.
Dave pats Alan on the shoulder and heads down the corridor away from him. Alan looks stunned, clearly not expecting to be blown off. He shrugs at the cameraman.
Alan: This should be interesting. Let’s find a monitor.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 31, 2009 16:31:22 GMT -5
Match 3: Steel Cage Match AC Evans vs. Jonny Hughes (Credit: Jake Steele) AAAAAaaaaAAAAAaaaaAAAAAaaaaahhhhhhhhh The murmuring of the assembled crowd is suddenly interrupted by the soothingly melodic female vocal that begins Spitfire by The Prodigy. The audience begin to boo as the synthesised beats of Spitfire play over the AlphaTron, the lights of the AlphaTron flash in alternating colours in time with the music creating an impressive visual. Suddenly the music picks up in a heavy drum and base beat and Jonny Hughes makes his way out of the curtain to a mixed response from the fans. He walks out towards the edge of the ramp and strikes a pose in perfect timing with a burst of white pyro and the opening lyrics of the song. ‘If I was in World War Two They’d Call Me Spitfire!’ Hughes confidently makes his way down towards the ring, casually slapping the hands of some of the fans who are positioned on either side of the walkway He stops as he reaches the end of the walkway and fixes his eyes on the ring in front of him, he makes his way to the steel steps and jogs up them and quickly enters the ring before climbing onto the top rope and posing for the fans, he leaps off the top rope and poses on the opposite corner before dropping off the top rope and removing his jacket and tossing it and his towel to the stage hand outside the ring as he waits for the start of his match.LOVE..YOUR HATE. YOUR..FAITH LOST... YOU..ARE NOW.. ONE..OF US! [/color][/b][/size] As the brooding and demented sounds of Miseria Cantare (The Beginning) by AFI spills through the arena. The fans begin booing loudly at Evans, who walks out from the back with Jeremiah Lynch by his side. Evans and Lynch walk down the ring slowly, not letting a single murmur by the fans get to them. They make their way to the cage as Lynch takes a step back and Evans begins walking up the steps. Evans steps into the cage slowly removing his coat, then turning around and handing his coat off to Jeremiah Lynch, who simply steps back and moves away from the ring. With his back turned, Evans falls victim to the angry Hughes, who zips up behind him and rams Evans’ head into the cage door just as the ref was closing it! Evans almost falls out of the cage as the bell rings off, but Hughes makes sure to pull him back, holding onto Evans’ hair as he rams his head into the cage again! Evans looks to be visibly getting angrier and angrier by the second, elbowing Hughes in the face before he can get another second of advantage in. Evans doesn’t let up as he thrusts his knee into the gut of Hughes and begins slamming his forearms down into Hughes back, totally relentless in the early going. “Fast” Eddie Edison: These two are just going at it here McNally! Maxwell McNally: Yeah and right now Evans is just taking it to his former follower. Evans continues on his assault, having Hughes up in a standing position now as he tries his best to make Hughes’ chest beet-red with hard Ric Flair like chops! Hughes holds his pecs trying to stop the pain from settling in, but Evans doesn’t stop. Hughes decides that he isn’t gonna let this kid go too far and responds abruptly with chops of his own! Hughes even gets a small “Woo” chant going along with the chops as now Evans is grabbing his chest in pain. With a few chops in, Hughes wraps his arms around Evans’ neck and throws him to the mat with a Headlock Takedown. Hughes props up to his feet and begins stomping a mudhole into Evans with kicks upon kicks to the face. Hughes follows it up with repeated elbows to the chest of Evans, trying to keep the young angry kid down. Simply unforgiving in his actions and no ideas of stopping, Hughes grabs Evans by the head picking him up to his feet. Hughes drags Evans over to the cage and starts grinding his face into the cage, letting the cold steel scrape across AC’s skin. Evans grabs the cage with both of his hands, hoping to push himself back and hopefully prevent his skin from peeling off. Hughes sees this and slams Evans’ head against the cage, which doesn’t seem to stop him from trying to pull back. Hughes smirks and grabs a fistful of Evans’ hair, tightly gripping his red and black locks as he pulls back and rams Evans’ head into the steel surface again! “Fast” Eddie Edison: This is just brutal McNally, Hughes is treating Evans’ face like cheese, and the cage is the grater! Maxwell McNally: Don’t talk so loud Eddie, Train may come back out here thinking there’s food around. Evans lets one hand slide from the cage as Hughes’ tactics begin to work. He isn’t bleeding yet but the shots worked and Hughes knows it. He pulls Evans all the way back from the cage to the opposite side. He lets a smirk over his face and begins to take himself and Evans running to the cage, which is reversed as Evans throws a foot up blocking it! Evans comes back with a elbow to the eye of Hughes and now he plans to make the briton taste steel, the bastard. Evans backs up towards Hughes wrapping his arm around his neck, and he takes him towards the cage. Then in a crazy show of athleticism, Evans runs up the cage and flips backwards… Sliced Bread #2! Evans makes a quick cover. ONE… …TWO… …THR-NO! Maxwell McNally: Very impressive use of the cage by Evans there. “Fast” Eddie Edison: He sliced the bread and spread the butter Maxie! Some of the fans stand on their feet from that last move as Evans rises to his feet, beginning to mock the fans and Hughes as he presses his face up against the cage and sticks his tongue through one of the cell holes, rolling his eyes to show that even though they boo he just doesn’t give a fuck. He backs up and drops to his knees, crawling over to Hughes as he moves his hand across Hughes’ face and grabs him by the cheeks. Evans begins swaying his head side to side before he slaps the spit out of Hughes! Evans doesn’t continue toying around with Hughes though as his expression quickly changes and he begins stiffly punching Hughes in the skull. In a 180 of attitude, Evans tries bloodying up Hughes with brick hard shots to the head. Evans then stops and drags Hughes up to his feet, before head butting Hughes which sends him stumbling back to up against the cage! Hughes tries to rest up against the cage but isn’t given much time to as Evans charges at Hughes with what seems to be a splash of some kid - which is stopped as Hughes lifts Evans up by the waist and throws him up against the cage! Evans’ forehead meets the steel once again, this time causing him to shed some blood as he staggers in the center of the ring. Hughes runs up against the ropes and damn near kicks Evans’ head off with a Yakuza Kick! Evans falls back onto the mat now and rolls over onto his stomach, as Hughes rolls him back over and pins. ONE… …TWO… …THR-NO!
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