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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 5, 2009 16:52:34 GMT -5
Reserved Spot for FSX
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 5, 2009 16:53:04 GMT -5
”Ultimate Opportunist?” Credit: Danny Mainer, Thunderkiss ”Closer” by Nine Inch Nails hits the audio as out of the curtain wanders Danny Mainer to a thunderous chorus of booing and jeering from the audience. Instantly noticeable from the very second he walks out of the curtain dressed in ring gear and a poncho is two things. One, he’s got a HUGE smirk on his face. Two, he’s alone and Raymond King is nowhere to be sighted. Danny raises a black brief-case right over his head with a “TK” logo on it only it has been imposed on by a circle with a line through it to show an “Anti-TK” vibe to it. As he raises it over his head with both arms clasping the side the crowd know exactly what’s going down and begin to throw litter in his general direction as they know exactly what’s about to go down. Pyro shoots out of the stage acting with the glorious fan fare of sexual depravation that is NIN’s hit song.McNally: ”Well here comes Danny Mainer helping us kick off the first hour here in ACW! He has that briefcase with him too! Later tonight he faces off against XS3 but he’s come to address us now. What’s The Psycho Butcher going to have to say to us here tonight?”Edison: ”It don’t take a genius to work it out Maxy.”Danny then makes a bee-line straight for the ring paying little attention to the fans and anyone who has a scrap of common sense knows exactly what’s about go down. Danny Mainer is cashing in his TK match contract. This case has been preserved and kept in a fridge freezer for the last few months just so nobody find it. Larger then life, he leaps onto the apron of the ring and launches himself through the middle rope overburdened with thousands of kilograms of enthusiasm. Danny raises the briefcase once again as he heads towards Phillip Jones. Jones hands him the ACW microphone and Danny puts the briefcase on the floor at his feet in the centre of the ring. Danny then looks around at the heckling fans and clears his throat into the microphone.Danny Mainer: ”Whores and hobo’s, tonight is a special night for not just me but for society. In the past few months, I’ve gone through some of THE MOST grueling matches of my career to get to where I am now all since my big return a few months ago and not only am I exceeding ANY of my performances as The King of Vegas, I’m WINNING. I’ve taken down TWO former world champions since my return in the form of Andrew Hunter and Fallen Souls! I jammed a crowbar into Hunter’s arm and sent him packin’ back to Canada and as for Fallen. Well, I kicked his ass and then dropkicked him through a table!”The crowd boo loudly as they have a furious flashback to the unwritten match where Danny post-match dropkicked him through a table after Raymond King interfered and hit X with a chair as he went for an aerial assault costing him the match.Danny Mainer: ”See, I’m on a roll and the roll continues tonight when I take a big meaty chunk out of XS3’s credibility by breaking the big man into pieces dead centre of the ring. Now, for ACW historians you will ALL know that the last time I stepped into the throes of combat with him was at Omega Effect III. We had our disputes just like standard gentleman and of course we settled them just like you’d expect upstanding citizens to! How might you ask? By throwing me out of a second story window through a pane of glass of course!!! Tonight may not be a “real live street fight” like last time and it may not have Sum 41 giving me knife-edged chops but IT WILL be just as brutal and there will be just as much if not MORE blood shed then ever before. See X, last time you and I stepped into the ring you got a young, stupid, cocky Danny Mainer but tonight… hahaha. Tonight you’re not even getting Danny Mainer. You’re getting…”Danny begins to glow an onimous shade of red and he drops to his knees by the contract as an electrical spasm explodes through his body. His eyes burn ablaze as he stares deadpan into the audience.[GLOW=RED,2,300]ELECTRIC HEAD[/GLOW] Electric Head (Jashin/Mainer): [GLOW=RED,2,300]“Thunderkiss. You know who I am. You know what I want. There will be no more running, the time of atonement is at hand. Five years ago you made an unbreakable deal, a deal which you have managed to break two times. You are a clever, clever man, Thunderkiss, I will give you that. But everyone’s luck has to run out sometime and the clock has just hit midnight. I will not go away. I will not give you a 2nd chance. The only thing you are going to get from me is payback, payback for making me look like a FOOL! With this new vessel, my ends will be met swiftly for he shares the same hatred for you that I do. This time, there will be no help for you since you turned your back on those who came to your aid last time. Just like everything in your pitiful, useless life you managed to fuck it up! The writing is on the wall, your time is nearing it’s end. Make the most of the next few days for they surely will be your last...[/glow] The flames die and the red light flickers off as Danny returns back to Psycho Butcher status. Danny smirks confidently in the centre of the ring again. On that note he turns his attention to his briefcase.Danny Mainer: ”NOW! On to my final conversation piece of the night, the reason I have my Thunderkiss contract with me couldn’t be anymore obvious to even a brain-dead retard like Fallen Souls who is still no doubt in a coma after my dropkick through the table! I’m cashing in the contract. However, I want this set in stone because NOBODY will shove me out of my rightful place. See, TONIGHT in the ACW building I won’t be cashing in but next Monday it’ll be ME, Electric Head and Psycho Butcher DANNY MAINER versus THUNDERKISS in a No Holds Barred match up. Too long have we dealt with the cancer that is Thunderkiss, had we issued the chemotherapy sooner we could’ve had him long gone but like the WORM that he is he’s dug his way DEEP into the foundations of ACW by blackmailing his way into the highest paid contract in not just ACW but the industry all together! He has a no fire clause too but here’s the kicker. How can he fight and earn money if HE’S on the injured list?! That’s right, next Monday I’m taking my knife and I’m CUTTING OUT the permanent tumour that is RAPIDLY sucking the life out of ACW!”The crowd boo loudly at his declaration, especially the Kiss Army who begin to lob things towards the ring but most of them don’t even get as far as the ring ropes. Danny growls as his announcement was not reacted as was expected.Danny Mainer: ”All of you SHUT UP! Aiden has been ruining this industry for too long, he dragged me into this world of wrestling and how truly fitting it is that it’s ME that puts him out to pasture!!! He screwed my arm, my personal life and now he’s screwing the industry that I love more then anything else in the world. They say that payback is a bitch Thunderkiss and whether you’re watching or not, I hope that statement is RINGING in your ears as I CUT. YOUR. THROAT. In our match on Monday, you best be prepared because for the last time Aiden you’re GETTING. SENT. PACKING. STRAIGHT back to Vegas!””Closer” hits as Danny aggressively lobs the microphone at the floor. He quickly makes an escape from the ring and heads up the ramp as the screen turns to black.FADE
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 5, 2009 16:54:27 GMT -5
Segment: Throw Down! (Credit: Train/RDK)
ACW returns from a commercial break and right away "Macho Man" by the Village People plays over the arena! The crowd stands on their feet and the arena shakes as the ACW International Champion, Macho Man, RDK walks out from behind the curtain. The audience is even louder now as Macho makes his way down to the ring. With his title slung across his shoulder he goes through the ropes and enters the ring. He grabs a microphone and begins talking.
Macho: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YEEEEEEEEEEEAH BRUDAHS! I was lucky enough to keep this championship because of some weird ass stipulation our new commissioner, Jay Zero put in. But nevertheless the Macho Man is here tonight to explain a few things about himself over the past few months brudahs!
The fans begin chanting "MACHO MAN!" "MACHO MAN!" and RDK smirks but lowers his hands to get them to subside.
Macho: The Mach has come back to ACW...and in a matter of weeks I've already proven I am still among the greatest in the business today! YEAH! The mach has persevered, layin' the smacketh down on every single jabroni ass that comes my way! The Mach took it to Steele, The Mach took it to Kiss! The Mach even took it to the FORMER ACW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION DAN WHITE! NEXT THING YA KNOW BRUDAH, THE MACH IS ON TOP! Through my former students being put at risk to being electrocuted in a chair...I have come through it all! MachoMania cannot die! I'll admit I was gone for a while brudahs...I was gone for a long while. The Macho Man had risen to the top of the sports entertainment industry and had lost his smile....sure, I was offered some television and movie roles....commercials, gigs...you name it. Mach turned his back on you...and he's sorry...BUT NOW THE MACH IS HERE TO STAY! YEAAH! FREAKOUT!
Macho is then interrupted by the sound of "99 Voodoo Problems" and the crowd lets out a huge boo as Thunder Train appears from backstage. He has a microphone of his own and stares down RDK.
Thunder Train: Enough talk Macho! Nobody gives two shits what why you returned or what you were doing during your time gone. What these people want to see is Thunder Train come down there and kick your ass and take your title!
Macho: DA THUNDA TRAYUN, WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM BRUDAH!?!?
Thunder Train: What's MY problem? What's YOUR problem Macho. You come back here after being gone for 2 and a half years and you get at title shot on your first match back! Then a few weeks later you get a rematch. What the fuck! I've been here nearly a year and I've not even gotten a shot for that belt, yet you get two.
Macho: It's all about paying your dues brudah! Once you are here a bit longer you'll understand what I'm talking about! There ain't no need to get pissay piss with da MACH!
Thunder Train: Oh please, don't give me that bullshit. I hung around Thunderkiss for four months, that should be giving enough. Besides, when you are as talented as me, it shouldn't matter how long you are here. I'm sick of you returning "legends" and I use that term loosely, coming in and taking my spots! I should have replaced Kudo in that match and you know it, these fans know it and everyone watching at home knows it!
This-this TV time here, it shouldn't be wasted on what you have been doing, it should be talking about what I did this past Saturday at Ragnarok! I mean, I took a man and totally destroyed him in front of his wife and his son. What exactly did you do at Ragnarok Macho? Oh that's right, you lost your match. And if it wasn't for Jay and myself, you would have lost that belt.
Macho: What exactly are you saying Train?
Thunder Train: I think its quite obvious Macho. I want MY shot at that International Championship. I want MY turn for that belt. And as Assistant Commissioner, I DEMAND you give it to me! I don't care about your shit with that pussy Rattlesnake, I want the shot!
Macho: Alright jabroni! You want your shot against the MACHO MAN!? I'LL GIVE IT TO YA BRUDAH! OOOOOOOOO YEAH!
The crowd pops loudly.
Thunder Train: Your damn right I do. And once I beat you for that titl-
"MACHO MAN!" "MACHO MAN!" "MACHO MAN!"
Thunder Train: AW SHUT UP! THIS IS SOMETHING ELSE THAT I WANT TO ADDRESS! MACHO LEEEEEEEAVES THIS COMPANY FOR TWO YEARS AND ONLY MAKES SPORADIC APPEARANCES HERE AND THERE AND YOU PEOPLE CHEER HIM LIKE HES GOD! Well ACW fans, let me ask you this, where was your God when OCW invaded ACW? Hmm? Where was your God when ACW was almost put out of business? That's right, he was out filming movies, not giving a damn what happened to this company. While people like me, people like Jay Zero, fought to keep this company above water.
Macho: BRUDAH BRUDAH BRUDAH, GO CRY TO YA MUDAH! OoOoH YEAAAH!
Thunder Train: Oh real funny Macho. But these people out here need to see the light. They need to see how big of a true sellout you are. How, when the money is enough, you'll leave ACW again for two years. And they'll chant your name for you to return, but really, why?
Macho: Because ACW runs through the blood of the Macho Man! And these fans know it to! OOOOOO YEAH!
The fans cheer loudly over the remark, but something is off. Sure, the reaction is loud. Sure, its as energetic as ever. Sure, it's what you would expect to hear after RDK says something, but there is one thing that's off...it can't be explained, not yet however. But that's for another day. "Macho Man" by the Village People kicks in and we see RDK raise his championship belt high above his head as Train stares him down while we fade out.
Fade to black.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 5, 2009 16:55:00 GMT -5
Segment: Clearing up loose ends Credit: Josh Robertson
The scene quickly opens up at the living room of an apartment. Almost as quickly as the scene faded in the sound of screeching brakes can be heard as a car comes to a halt outside. This is followed by the sound of footsteps quickly making their way up the flights of stairs until they suddenly disappear as the person comes to a halt outside the apartment door. The jostling of keys can be heard as the person searches for the correct key. Having finally found it the person inserts the key into the lock, turning it and pushing the door open to enter the apartment. It is Josh Robertson. Wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt he throws down the sports bag and jacket which were clenched in his left hand onto the sofa in front of him before turning around to close the door behind him.
Turning back around he is greeted by the vision of his apartment. This is the first time Robertson has returned to his apartment since Ragnarok and he still has the same look on his face - the one that shows we can't be sure what to expect of him now he's on his own. That sentiment rings true as Robertson walks through into the kitchen and the glint of something catches the corner of his eye. He instantly turns around and charges towards the object. It is a photo. He turns the lights on in the living room and holds up the photo to the light. It is of him and Bill Wright, seemingly from when he was few years younger. Suddenly Robertson's eye twitches and just like that something inside of him changes, causing him to slam the photo onto the floor and smash the glass into a thousand smithereens. Josh Robertson: Hmm, Nearly as much effort as it took in person.
Robertson acknowledges himself before heading towards the kitchen area . This time he makes it there and dashes onto his knees and reaches into a cupboard. He pulls out a cardboard box and quickly returns to the living room. Josh Robertson: Time to take out the trash.
And Robertson does just that. He quickly proceeds to grab a hold of anything that has a connection to Bill Wright from newspaper clippings, to other photos, to even christmas cards and throws them all into the cardboard box. He spends a good amount of time searching the apartment before being satisified that he has identified all the "trash". Next he decides he can't bear to be in contact with the objects anymore so simply opens a window and chucks the box and its contents straight out of the window! Talk about attitude, eh? There's a thud followed by the sound of a crash as Robertson returns to the living room area.
He turns on his PC and waits for it to load up before clicking onto the internet. He goes to ACW.com and enters in his user details to access the email system. He scrolls down and winces as he sees all the emails from Bill Wright, however this is a necessary pain as there is one he needs. He finds the one he is looking for, it is titled "The list". He opens it up and inside there is a list of various ACW superstars, from Jake Steele to Wayde Russeller. Now Robertson goes back to the site and looks at the roster page where a look of disbelief appears on his face as he compares it to the list. Josh Robertson: You have got to be kidding me, ugh.
A frown appears on the forehead of Robertson, followed by a series of frantic clicking. Josh Robertson: Sod it.
This time Robertson merely clicks ctrl + p - the shortcut for print. Sure enough, the printer sitting beside the computer bursts into the action and prints out a piece of paper. Robertson picks up the paper to have a look at it; he seemingly approves of whatever is on it and places it on top of his sport bag. He turns off his PC before heading into his bedroom.
As we look at the piece of paper we can see that Robertson has simply printed off the acw.com roster page.
End scene.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 5, 2009 16:55:21 GMT -5
“March of the Tiny Man” Credit: Jay Zero, Thunderkiss [It’s the hottest ticket in town! All the boys and all the girls want to have seat within the office of ACW’s newest Commissioner, Jay Zero! So he wishes. Truth be told, the grumbles of his Commissionership are shaking the very foundations of the ACW arena. As much as people despise this change in leadership, there is one man who stands heads and shoulders above them - Thunderkiss. It’s bad enough to watch his former protege carry his title, now he has to stomach him having power within the ACW infrastructure. Already nauseous over these new developments, having just been summoned to Ginger’s office for a face to face with his new “boss” has him an inch away from vomiting.] Commissioner Zero: Ahh, look who we have here! Just the man that I pray to God every night that the next day I won't have to see! Thunderkiss! Welcome to my office! - While I may not WANT to talk to you, I need to. You and I got important matters to discuss so sit down and let's get this out of the way. Thunderkiss: You know, situations like these used to remind me of being called to the principals office. Now, it’s like going to a carnival freak show to see a midget. Commissioner Zero: Wow, hilarious. Pft, first I have to deal with Dan White, now I get the living man-child standing before me because he still has the hormones of a prepubescent schoolboy and has been charged with sexual abuse! Now sit down! Thunderkiss: I’ll stand. Let me save you and I some time. Ginger can’t fire me. Stephan Russo can’t fire me. Richard Paris cannot fire me. Whomever the newest flavor of the month is, which I guess would be you, cannot fire me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have more important things to do like watching my favorite DVD of all time, “The Best of BK London.” [Thunderkiss turns to the camera and gives it a big thumbs up, shattering kayfabe into a million pieces with his toothy grin. The ACW audience gets a good chuckle out of it; Zero does not share their sediments.] Commissioner Zero: What? You think I'm going to fire you? I was in this same exact situation earlier with Dan and once again, I'll say the same damn thing! Firing you is too easy! It just gets you right off the hook! So no, I'm not going to fire you Thunderkiss because quite simply, why should I have all the fun of ruining your career when you're already doing such a good job of it yourself!? No - see, instead of firing you, I'm "fining" you. As a matter of fact, I can dock you however much money I please! I think I'll start with - hmm... say, about Two Hundred and Fifty Thousand dollars! Thunderkiss: A quarter of a million dollars!? ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?! Commissioner Zero: Oh, now there's the pot calling the kettle black. Sure, I guess you could call me insane, but keep in mind that's after dealing with you for all those months! Now Kiss, the bottom line here is that ACW is already in enough trouble because of one man I already had to deal with tonight, - and now with this sexual harassment lawsuit on our hands we're even deeper down in a pile of shit! Honestly, I may be Commissioner, but I couldn't give a rats ass about you, or this entire situation with Charlotte if my company wasn't involved with it! Kiss, this is my business for the moment and I will not have you ingrates running it straight into the ground, you got me? So if its money she's trying to take from this company, well - heh, I guess we just got to find a way to get that, now don't we? And after the way you just reacted, I believe I found the way to get that money, and that's hitting you where it hurts most, - your bank account! Ahh, karma strikes! I guess it's what you deserve after becoming such a sellout, right? [Unable to stand the thought of Zero spending some of his hard earned money sets Thunderkiss over the edge. Barreling toward him, he wants nothing more than do his best impersonation of a trash compactor.] Thunderkiss: You little shit. You give me back my money right now or I’ll - Commissioner Zero: Ohhh, or you'll what? Hm? You'll sock me right in the jaw, here? Go right ahead Kiss! Do it, I dare ya! Punch me! Let's see how much more I can take out of your salary! Oh yeah, that's right, isn't it - I control it all! Well Kiss, truth be told, you're not AS stupid as you look! Sure, all those roids could have killed a brain cell or two, but I know for a fact that you're smart enough to figure out that not only can I take your precious money away, but I also have the final say in this business! Connect the dots, yet? See Kiss, let me make it clear to you. As Commissioner - I can make people, or I can break them. And if you dare to lay even a single finger on me, not only will I continue to take away your salary - but I will also make damn sure that you don't get close enough to even spit on this ACW World Title let alone touch it - EVER. AGAIN! So Kiss, let me ask you a question here: After the tables are turned and you're on your knees begging for me to save you - Whose the "tiny man" now? [Zero’s words put up a barrier around him that Thunderkiss cannot penetrate. He has won, for now.] Thunderkiss: Touche. [Thunderkiss takes one foot out of the door, then stops. The battle may be over but the war is not. He gives Zero some words to chew on, words that will linger the back of his mind for some time to come.] Thunderkiss: *Ahem* You win today, asshole, but know one thing. It may not happen today. It may not happen tomorrow. But be assured, one of these days I *WILL* make you remember this moment, and trust me brother, it wont be pleasant. ~!~SLAM~!~ [/B][/I] Commissioner Zero: Ahh, trust me - ... any time I have to make contact with you is unpleasant enough! [FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 5, 2009 16:55:50 GMT -5
Segment: Enough (Credit: XS3)
We soon cut away from whatever event just took place and we find the fans looking on, wondering what's going on next. Suddenly, a voice interrupts the silence:
No, Ric Flair isn't coming to ACW; this is the opening cry that leads us into Lamb of God's "Contractor". Upon seeing the man on the Alphatron, the fans collectively leap to their feet at the sight of "The Exemplar" XS3, the man who chose to save Jake Steele rather than turn on him. Donning his ring attire and a baseball cap, XS3 points to many fans as he walks down the ramp. He enters the ring and hops onto the second rope, raising his left arm in the air. As he grabs a mic, the fans notice that XS3 looks a little more pissed off and tense than usual. He quickly guides the mic to his mouth and wastes no time in saying what he has to say.
XS3: I've been keeping to myself for quite a while now. But I cannot contain my anger any longer. You see, prior to the start of 2009, I promised myself something. I promised I would be ACW World Champion before the end of the year. Well so far, the road hasn't exactly been promising. I got sidetracked by Dan White and I also got sidetracked by our world champion Jay Zero, running in and forcing me to turn on a man who I have an unbelievable amount of respect for, Senator Steve Phillips. Naturally, I expected that this month would start off better than last month. That's not the case either because my tag team partner and someone who I thought was my friend has abandoned Steele and I for Jay Zero, who simply loves to talk about failure. Here's the real failure: he didn't pick Jake and I off when he had the chance.
XS3 looks directly into the camera, specifically targeting Zero, as the fans rally behind the betrayed Canuck.
XS3: That's right Zero! Failure is what got me here! Failure is the reason why I'm still standing and breathing in the ACW ring! You know why I chose to brand myself as a Failed Artist? It was a tongue-in-cheek meaning, reminding me that building on failures and learning from mistakes would only lead me to success. And it has; I now can be called one-half of the third longest reigning tag team champions in ACW history. I know I don't have any good singles title reigns to show for it but hell, it's worth it. Oh my god, it's worth it. I would trade all my title reigns just to hold any ACW title once and it has happened. So tell me, Commissioner. How are you going to ruin a career that's already seen and done it all for the past nine years? Your bullshit is nothing new to me; you're a joke of a champion! I'd rather have Aiden Joseph as ACW Undisputed Grand Slam Champion of the Universe than see another one of your shitty matches!
Some fans are split with this decision. The fans that dislike Zero approve while the booing fans boo because they never want to see Aiden Joseph ever again.
XS3: Now before I get to a man I used to call my best friend, let me address my opponent tonight. Danny Mainer, I see you're still trying to make a name for yourself in ACW. Hmmm, let me guess: you're going to go batshit insane tonight and talk about how your own insanity will lead you to get revenge over me after I threw you from a balcony through a sheet of glass. Mainer, you haven't even begun to realize what lies ahead tonight. The way our match ended at Omega Effect III was a playground incident compared to the beating you're getting tonight! All of the anger and frustration that's been building up this past month is going to be unleashed on your worthless carcass! The only difference from our last match and this one is that your incestuous little clique, the Republic of Hope, is gone. As soon as they realized what they I had done to you, they ran off with their tails tucked between their legs and luckily for the rest of us, they aren't coming back… Unless, of course, Ross Lambert wants to get his ass kicked again… and again… and again.
XS3 smiles briefly as the fans join in with the taunting and jeering of Ross Lambert.
XS3: With that in mind, let me tell you all of another reason why I'm so pissed off. Before coming into Ragnarok, I went to the doctor and found out I had a back problem. He said I was putting stress and tension on it. Then it dawned on me; it was two months of carrying a certain wide load when we were tag champs! Thunder Train, you worthless piece of shit, all you ever did was eat your weight in just about anything while I was busting my ass trying to keep the tag titles with our clan! How dare you choose Jay Zero over me after everything I had done for you! I actually considered you one of my best friends. Now? You're another pawn, a figure in the crowd and a rather large one at that. I guess being Thunderkiss' bitch wasn't good enough. You might as well change your name to Zero Train, since zero is the equivalent of the talent you've got, bucko!
XS3 practically spews the last line with enough venom to make people believe Rattlesnake is in the ring. Lol, see what I did there?
XS3: Now I can't make any promises. I can't determine what the outcome of this is going to be. But what I can do is assist my good friend Jake Steele in taking down the corrupt bastard known as Jay Zero. He can be commissioner all he wants but it still doesn't change a thing! Nothing will ever change except for one thing: Jake Steele and I are alive and healthy and WE'RE calling the shots on OUR own careers and no one else, not Jay Zero or Thunder Train, is going to persuade you to think otherwise. And that's not destiny. That's not fate… And no longer will it be the way it is. Chasing destiny is a lost cause. What matters to me now is annihilating the Authority.
XS3 lowers the mic for a second to listen on to the audience's reaction. For the first time in a while, XS3 feels rejuvenated and refocused. It certainly shows in his promo as the crowd rains down the cheers and "XS3" chants. XS3 then flashes his signature smirk before raising the mic up once more.
XS3: Now tell me ACW… Is that unforgivable?
A small contingent of the crowd marks out while the rest show their respect for a man who will seemingly follow Jake Steele into hell with him. XS3 points to some more cheering fans before opting to take his leave to prepare for Danny Mainer tonight.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 5, 2009 16:56:17 GMT -5
03/02/09Jack Jefferson/ * The following video is a www.JackJefferson.com exclusive *\ - Enjoy! -Jack Jefferson is sat on his black leather sofa. He has a serious expression on his face and he rolls his neck, clicking it audibly, as if he’s bored and waiting around.Jefferson: That thing turned on? Mike: Yeah, you’re good to go. Jefferson: Right, good. He stares into the camera in order to address the people watching.Jefferson: I want to talk about something that happened earlier this week. My website was hacked by some punks who thought it would be funny to change one of my videos to a Rick fucking Roll! Seriously, it’s 2008 anymore you sad little bastards. Stop jerking off and go find yourself a fucking life! You can see Jefferson is getting worked up but he pauses, taking a deep breath, and composes himself.Jefferson: Anyway, to you – my millions of loyal fans – I can only apologise. Following is the original video. The screen fades to black and then promptly fades back in again. We are still in Jack Jefferson’s apartment but it clearly at a different time. The light is a streaming in through the half-open blinds and Jefferson is sat, half naked, not on his sofa but at his kitchen table with a bowl of Coco-Pops sat in front of him. He turns to Mike, his mouth full of cereal, and begins talking.Jefferson: You know what I need? Mike: No, what? Jefferson: A car! I’m fucking sick of taking cabs everywhere. The drivers are so damn ignorant too! Mike: That’s not a bad idea, what you got in mind? Jefferson: Well I need something that exudes status, it needs to be a symbol of my standing in this world – I’m the best damn wrestling in Alpha Championship Wrestling and I need a vehicle which will show this. Don’t get me wrong – I don’t want a massive cock on wheels, I’m not Thunderkiss! Jefferson smirks to himself and a slight chuckle can he heard from Mike.Jefferson: I was thinking a classic Mustang, those things roar when you put your foot down! Mike: You want an old school Mustang then you want a ’65 Fastback, Cammer Engine – trust me! Jefferson: Whoa! Cut it with the technical mumbo jumbo. Anyway, since when were you Jeremy fuckin Clarkson? Mike: I been into cars since I was a little kid, it’s a passion of mine. Anyway, back to the car. I know a guy, called Jimmy, he owns a luxury car place and I think he’s got a couple on the forecourt. Only thing is, you gotta book to get a test drive, can’t just turn up. Jefferson: How long you gotta wait? Mike: Dunno, usually it’s about 2 weeks or so but seeing as it’s you I reckon I could get him to fit you in on Friday. Jefferson: Sounds good, set it up. I’ll leave you to it, I need a shit. Mike: Lovely. Jefferson smirks at Mike as he walks out of the room, a newspaper tucked under his arm. Mike, in the meantime can be heard dialling the phone.
Fade to Black.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 5, 2009 16:57:05 GMT -5
Segment:"The Challenge" (Credit: Rattlesnake/Macho Man RDK)
Just days ago a challenge was issued to the International Champion by Rattlesnake. The reaction from the crowd said it all. It's a match they all want to see. But will they? Will they get to see a match of epic proportions again? It's been almost 2 and a half years since the Macho Man RDK and Rattlesnake went head to head. For Rattlesnake's Farewell Tour, he wanted one more match.
"Beautiful" by 10 Years blares through the speakers as Rattlesnake walks out from the back. He walks down the ramp to the cheering fans, giving a few of them high fives as he passes. He gets to the ring and rolls in. The fans start to chant "Rat-tle-snake! Rat-tle-snake!" before he can do anything.
Once the crowd quiets down, Rattlesnake grabs a mic and addresses the fans.
Rattlesnake: That's the kind of welcome I would want anywhere I go. It means a lot to come back and do this the right way. It's because of all of you that I do this. I owe it to you. Each and every single one of you deserves this.
The fans cheer as Rattlesnake grins. He could always have the crowd eating out of the palm of his hand. Love him or hate him, he always brought an essence with him that just attracted anybody that watched him.
Rattlesnake: At Ragnarok, you all saw my special movie trailer. I have to admit, I had a lot of fun making that film. But the best news came after Ragnarok. The official website saw an increase of internet traffic. In the first 5 hours of being online, it received some 300,496 hits. That number is rising at an unexpected pace. I thank all of you for that.
I wanted to say that just to plant the seed of wanting to see that trailer again. But the true reason for me being out here is different. When I announced my Farewell Tour, I issued a challenge to RDK. The only times we faced each other was for the International Championship. It changed hands both times. We both have one win and one loss against each other. Some people have said that RDK is better than me. Others have said that I'm better than RDK.
After careful consideration, I issued that challenge. I thought what better way than to prove which one of us is better by breaking the tie we seem to have. So what do you say RDK? How about that match? Care to try and take the Snake one more time?
"Macho Man" hits the P.A system and to the sheer delight of the crowd Macho bursts out on stage, spinning around and flexing his Macho muscles. RDK points to the crowd and machos up before strutting to the ring. His championship sits perfectly around his waist. The Macho Man is truly a champion. Slapping hands with the fans, RDK climbs into the ring and locks eyes with the Snake.
Rattlesnake: It's been too long. The last time we were standing in this ring together, you beat me for the International Championship. But everyone is going to remember our Ladder match. That's one match I think about a lot. Consider it my breakout match. I faced the legendary Macho Man RDK for the International Championship. We all know what happened, but it's the one match that turned all eyes toward me. It solidified myself as one of the greats to set foot in an ACW ring. I wanted to thank you for that.
Rattlesnake extends his hand to RDK for a handshake.
Macho: I'm glad you feel that way brudah! We tore down the house in 2006, and lightning CAN strike twice! I have the title once more, and here you are, challenging the Macho One for one more match! The Macho can tell ya that you are VERY welcome!
Rattlesnake: So it comes down to your decision. Want to go head to head one more time?
Macho: Brudah! Of course! MACHO MAN VERSUS THE RATTLESNAKE ON MONDAY NIGHT WARFARE IN A THIRTY MINUTE IRON MAN MATCH, FOR THIS HERE INTERNATIONAL TITLE! THE TITLE THAT HAS SO MUCH HISTORY, THE MOST PRESTIGIOUS CHAMPIONSHIP IN THE BUSINESS TODAY! MACHO vs. THE VISION OF GREATNESS! OOOOOH YEAAAAH!
RDK shakes RS's hand and the two smile at eachother, very excited as the crowd explodes in cheers around them.
Rattlesnake: I expected as much. You were always someone I admired when my ACW career began. It's an honor to have one more match with you. Iron-Man? I'm game.
Macho: Me too brudah! You can bet I'll bring my A-Game! Farewell or not, you can still go out with a title if ya play your cards right! YEAAH!
"Macho Man" hits the P.A system and the two nod at eachother with a sign of huge respect for one another before the show fades out with the two celebrating in the ring.
Monday Night Warfare's Main Event? Only time will tell....
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 5, 2009 16:57:44 GMT -5
Match 3: Danny Mainer vs. XS3 (Credit: XS3/Authority for commentary) "Closer" hits and Dan-- er, Electric Head comes down to the ring with a scowl on his face. He enters the ring and looks towards the entrance ramp, wanting revenge on the man who threw him through glass at OE III. "Contractor" then hits and XS3 makes his way down to the ring, full of piss and vinegar for tonight's contest. He enters the ring and looks on at the guy he hopes to beat again tonight...
...but just then, "99 Voodoo Problems" by Jimi Hendrix/Jay-Z once again hits the sound system and XS3 jerks his head towards the entrance ramp. The Authority begins to make their way down the ramp to a rousing chorus of boos. Train furrows his brow at XS3, who holds the ropes open to dare his former friend to come in. Zero and Train instead head over to the announcer's table and put their "Authority" to use.Commissioner Zero: Hey, hey, hey! Hold on a second, bud! I believe you two are in our seats! Maxwell McNally What? Train: You heard the man, get da hell outta heeeere! Commissioner Zero: Seeing as how Train and I made this match, we feel the need to get a good front-row view of it! So beat it Max! Train: You too Edison! Before I eat you! RAWR!The crowd boos as the two commentators look back at each other, and then up at The Authority. 'Fast' Eddie Edison [/b]: Sheesh - looks like I can tell when WE'RE not wanted! C'mon Max. [/center] Train shooshes them on, urging them to move out of the way as the two put down their headsets and move over to the side, sitting down alongside Philip Jones at the time-keepers table. As the two are barely out of their seats, the World Champion and Train begin to push their way past, taking over the spot at the commentators table. They put on their headsets and get themselves all adjusted and ready to call some one on one action! Zero lays his World Title out on the front of the table now and then smiles at Train.Train: Oh yes sir, we promised you a horrible first-hour main event here tonight! HITMAN THE GIANT! OMEGA EFFECT! Commissioner Zero: Indeed we have Train! Now look at this! You got Danny Mainer, Mr. I-Belong-In-the-Loony-Bin and "The Failed Artist, Wrestler, Man, Husband, and Human Being" XS3! How sad... This ought to be a reaaal big one. Train: That's what she said...Bell rings. Electric Head (who will from this point on be called Mainer so it won't confuse the writer) and XS3 approach each other cautiously, with the possessed Mainer trying to gain revenge for what happened at Omega Effect. XS3 just smiles before wrapping his arms around Mainer and tries to re-enact the finish to their previous encounter sans the glass. Mainer manages to survive the Closing Moment by grabbing onto the rope and skinning the cat back into the ring. He turns around into a spinning side kick but when XS3 goes to hit a flying forearm smash, Mainer leaps up and hits a spinning dropkick that sends XS3 crashing to the canvas. Mainer then starts punching and kicking away at the prone XS3 but when he goes to follow up, XS3 sticks his foot up and kicks Mainer right in the... um... Mainer. Mainer stumbles back and XS3 gets back to his feet and grabs Mainer, nailing a half nelson slam and pinning for a two count. Commissioner Zero: Ohhh, so close, yet - so, SO far away! Train: What a tool.Commissioner Zero: Y'know Train, listening to these people cheer right now - I just got a real epiphany! Train: Oh Yeah? What's that champ?Commissioner Zero: Well, quite simply - this widely diverse crowd of rednecks, guidos, and white-trash simply seems to always favor the people that they can relate to the most! They see themselves in these people so that's how they decide who to cheer for! And in this certain case, it happens to be XS3! Train: Whoa - my-my mind... is... is FUCKED right now!XS3 then tosses Mainer into the corner and follows up with some Undertaker-style soup bones before throwing Mainer to the center of the ring. Mainer is drawn into a northern lights suplex but he manages to kick out. XS3 goes to pick up Mainer and whip him off the ropes. Mainer flies back, hoping to perform a crossbody. XS3 manages to catch him but Mainer has other ideas and he spins himself off of XS3 into the Bladers Sunrise DDT! Mainer covers but only gets a two count. Mainer picks up XS3 and hits an outside crescent kick then hits some knife-edge chops then finishes with a hurricanrana. Mainer then goes down and applies a hair pull camel clutch. The ref warns Mainer not to do so but XS3 has other ideas as he begins to stand up with Mainer on his shoulders. But Mainer looks down and hits a poke to the eye before nailing some shin kicks, a move he calls the Angry Pirate. Train: This is just great! I haven't seen XS3 get his ass handed to him like this since....about last Saturday! Commissioner Zero: Ahhh - it's moments like this that really make all my hard work as Commissioner worth while! Train: Yeah, all this Assistant Commissioner stuff is tiring to!Commissioner Zero: Stop saying that. Mainer then raises his arms to a chorus of boos but he cares not as he goes after XS3 once more, this time applying the Meat Hook. Train: Saying What?Commissioner Zero: The Assistant Commissioner crap. Train: Why? I'm Assistant Commissioner.Commissioner Zero: ...No. You're Assistant - TO - the Commissioner. Train: Pft, same difference! XS3 struggles to get out of the hold and he does so by rolling backwards and doing a jackknife pin on Mainer, who manages to kick out before three. Mainer gets back to his feet but XS3 catches him in time by hitting a successful Closing Moment. Mainer is hurled halfway across the ring and XS3 pauses to clear the cobwebs. Commissioner Zero: No - it's really not. XS3 gets to his feet and dares Mainer to join him. Mainer obliges with a kick to the hamstring, which XS3 catches and turns into a dragon screw. XS3 then hits Mainer with a sequence of punches before hitting a swinging spinebuster for a two count. Mainer is then brought into a double arm DDT and XS3 now ascends the ropes. He looks for the Ralph Klein Special but Mainer avoids it. Mainer goes to follow up but XS3 ducks under a clothesline and brings up Mainer, hitting a Burning Cradle for a two count. Commissioner Zero: Oh, what the hell is this bullshit? Train - go..! I've had enough of this! At this point, XS3 has had enough and he calls for the Shadow Step. Zero and Train shake their heads with disappointment as XS3 charges at Mainer for the move. Mainer sidesteps and prepares for the Psycho Holiday. He runs up to XS3 and goes to hit the move but XS3 hangs onto Mainer and manages to counter his finisher with a powerbomb. Mainer manages to roll back to his feet but he spots XS3 too late and is drilled into the canvas with the Shadow Step. XS3 hooks the leg for the 1-2-thr-- The ref is mysteriously dragged out of the ring! XS3 looks up and finds Thunder Train as the culprit, standing tall and looking mean! Just then, we see Jay Zero taking off his headset and standing up from his seat at the announcers table with a microphone in hand. Commissioner Zero: Uhh, yeah. Matt - y'know how earlier on tonight I said that your punishment would begin? Well, back then, Train and I only decided to put you in a match where we knew you couldn't win... but now, after I've had to deal with both Dan White and *ugh*, Thunderkiss backstage - I've gotten a tad bit cranky. And after coming out here to try and lift my spirits back up - I've been completely bored with what I've seen! So to spice things up a bit, I think it's only fair to increase your level of punishment, based on both the type of mood I'm in, and on the fact that you can't wrestle for shit! So ref, before you get your straggly ass back in that ring - you better understand that this match is now being contested under No Disqualifications! And that's the Commissioners order! The crowd is absolutely livid with boos as XS3 gets in a defensive stance and tells Zero and Train to bring it on. However, he is unaware of Mainer sitting up with a devilish grin on his face. He springs up and goes to attack XS3 with a forearm to the back. XS3 spins around and goes to knock down Mainer with a punch but Train has entered the ring and takes down XS3 with a clothesline. Train and Mainer continue stomping on XS3 as Zero enters the ring with World title in hand. Train and Mainer hold up XS3 and Zero starts yelling in XS3's face before backing up and blasting XS3 in the face with the title. XS3 crumples to the canvas and Train picks him up once more before holding him up. Mainer smiles and bounces off the ropes, nailing the Psycho Holiday with Train shoving XS3 down for more force. Fans are seen visibly pissed off and they begin booing as Mainer places a foot on XS3's chest. Zero throws the ref back into the ring and the ref counts the 1-2-3. Bell rings. Phillip: Here is your winner, Electric Head
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 5, 2009 16:58:08 GMT -5
Reserved Spot for FSX
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 5, 2009 16:58:24 GMT -5
Segment: Just to let you all know Credit: Josh Robertson
As ACW: Meltdown returns from a commercial break we quickly cut to the ringside arena. Everyone at ringside seems to be waiting in anticipation for the show to continue. Thankfully it does, however more than likely not in the fashion that many hoped for. Suddenly the entrance curtain is flung into the air as a figure dashes through it. The figure quickly heads out onto the top of the entrance ramp where its identity is revealed to the crowd. It is Josh Robertson. Wearing a nice black suit Robertson makes his way down to the ring with a piece of paper in his left hand, complete with boos of course. He rolls under the bottom rope and enters the ring, springing up in the centre. Robertson barks at poor Phillip at ringside for a microphone, however it does the trick as he returns to the centre of the ring with a microphone clenched in his right hand. He glances around the arena before lifting the microphone and beginning to speak. Josh Robertson: Last week I finally took out the trash, and in more cases than one. You see, it may have taken 2 months for it to happen but I was finally able to take care of Jake Cheng for good. I bet Jake thought he was going to get out of having to face me again by leaving, but fortunately for me and for this industry Jake is a greedy guy. He wanted more. He wanted to take my former mentor down with him. Who is of course the other case that I am talking about. At Ragnarok I managed to kill two birds - or pieces of trash in this case - with one stone, and do you know what? It feels freaking great! Finally this industry is free of Jake Cheng's disgraceful influence, and finally I am free of Bill Wright. Finally I can do what I came here to do. Finally I can purify ACW as I intended to from the start.
Robertson pauses, his face still holds the same expression that it did at Ragnarok after he drove his former mentor's head into canvas. There is no look of happiness on his face, not even so much a smirk. He remains serious and focused at the task at hand. Josh Robertson: Now that I have disposed of Jake Cheng it is time to move on to the next step, onto the next target for purification. Without my former mentor to hinder me I can assure you that from now on business will pick up. I guarantee it. Now I am much more experienced, no longer am I the same naive person that fell for the "tricks of the trade" that Jake Cheng was able to pull on me. I have been in this company now for over 2 months and do you want to know what I have learnt? The only thing I have actually learnt is that nobody that is on the ACW roster actually deserves to be recognised as a professional wrestler. None of them know what the principles of wrestling are, let alone show any sign of even understanding them. I have come to realise that I haven't come to purify ACW and rid it of the trash that it plagues; I have come to ACW to purify it from existence! Yes, you heard me right. ACW is nothing but an embarrassment to the rest of the industry. Previously I believed that this was a company worth saving so long as the trash was taken out if it were, but I now see that this is no longer the case. ACW is the trash.
Booing can be heard coming from all around ringside; the crowd clearly don't share the same views as Robertson. Robertson stops to raise the piece of paper in his left hand to reading level.
Josh Robertson: How about we take a look at just how many people I have to go through to achieve this:
- A.C Evans
- Danny Mainer
- Dan White
- Dave Shadow
- Fallen Souls
- Henry McKaye
- Jake Steele
- Jason Freeman
- Jay Zero
- Jonny Hughes
- RDK
- Scott Andrews
- The Senator
- Thunderkiss
- Thundertrain
- Wayde Russeller
- XS3
Josh Robertson: Quite the list, isn't it? But do you want to something even more impressive? Josh Robertson is the one that is going to single handily purify ACW from existence. I am going to beat each and every one of these men until they can't take anymore, and all because I'm the only god damn person left in this industry that actually cares about it. I mean seriously, Dave Shadow a champion? RDK a champion? Jay Zero champion?! All three of those guys are posers, all in it for the glory and making themselves look good, and that's just talking about the champions - how SAD is that? Well, you know what? As I work my way through the purification of ACW I am going to make sure the titles are given a real champion. I am going to make sure that the titles are given real prestige. I am going make sure that they end up around the waist of the best and only wrestler that this company has to offer. Me. People, you can complain now, but one day you will all thank me for saving this industry and showing you what REAL wrestling is like. You just don't know it yet.
As Robertson finishes he drops the microphone onto the floor and rolls out of the ring under the bottom. With the paper still clenched in his left hand he heads up the ramp still ignoring the boos of the crowd at ringside. The look of focus and seriousness has not been deterred one bit. The camera fades to black.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 5, 2009 16:59:06 GMT -5
Segment: My Mission Credit: Wayde
We come into a interrogation room located in the back of the arena. Five security guards stand around a table. At the table sits Wayde, hands tied with zip ties and breathing in a cold, calculated manner. He has his eyes closed and his head down as if he is in prayer. Leaning against one of the stone walls is a man in a suit and tie with a detectives badge on. He looks frustrated at just the sight of Wayde.
Detective: Wayde, I have all day. You have a tag title match tonight that I'm sure you don't want to miss, so why don't we cut the bullshit and you just tell me where she is?
Wayde sits, not opening his eyes, not shaken by the detectives authority.
Whom do you seek?
The detective chuckles a little and sits at the table across from Wayde.
Detective: You know who I am looking for Wayde. Why do you have to play games with me?
Believe me good sir, I do want to help you. Unfortunately I don't know who you are speaking of.
The detective slams the table and begins to shout.
Detective: STOP PLAYING WITH ME YOU DISGUSTING PRICK! WHERE IS DIAMOND!
Wayde now opens his eyes and slowly raises his head. He grins and heartless grin as the detective glares into his eyes.
Oh, so it is a tramp you are looking for? Well, I have no clue where Diamond is but take a stroll around the audience our there. The stench from their slutty cunts fills this arena.
Detective:Trying to change the subject? Not going to work buddy. Let me tell you how much trouble your in and then maybe you will talk. I have evidence that not only were you the last person to see Diamond, you beat her. However you know that already....you did on a live pay-per-view! I gotta admit, that took balls Wayde? I wouldn't expect that from someone who could do this to a woman
The detective turns on the t.v and plays the footage.
Wayde sits, still unshaken by the situation.
Detective: Now this tape right here...this gives me enough evidence to charge with kidnapping, assault, and attempted rape. I talked to the D.A and he agreed that if you just tell us where Diamond is, he will let you go on probation.
You think I want a deal? I could care less about your laws, your "justice system" I am my own judge...no man judges me.
Detective: Good, keep that tough guy thing going. This...Faith...group your a part of, do they teach you that? Be tough by beating women but pussy out in front of a cop? But I guess you don't really have a choice, your nothing more than A.C. Evans bitch right?
Now it is Wayde's turn to slam the table and jump up. Two security guards grab him and try to force him to his face but Wayde struggles and stands over the table.
I AM NOBODY'S BITCH! I follow Evans because I believe in The Faith! This world is stained by cunts like Diamond and assholes like you, it is our duty to clean the souls of EVERY man! We offer salvation, and if salvation is unreachable...then death!
He finally sits down but the security stands over him. The detectives face is twisted in confusion as he tries to understand The Faith as Wayde explains it.
We all have a part to play in this plan. Evans, he is our leader, he delivers the message. He tells us which souls can be saved, and which must be destroyed. And me? I am The Cowboy from Hell. After Evans delivers my orders I hunt down the souls. I save the ones worth saving, and send the ones not worthy away. Does that sound like a bitch to you??
Wayde sits for a minute and everyone is silent. Out of now where he starts laughing. The confusion in the room turns to fear as Wayde slows his laugh to speak.
It kind of makes you wonder doesn't it detective?
Detective: What's that?
When our mission is complete...where will you be? Will you be at our side...saved. Or will you be...
The lights go out.
Dead?
Nothing is heard for several seconds, then some banging sounds, a female scream, and then sobbing. When the lights turn back on the camera pans over the room. Five security guards now lay on the ground, blood dripping from various parts of their heads. The detective is no where to be seen.
The camera keeps panning over to the source of the sobbing. He goes up to the table where the most sickening part of all this is located. Diamond Fox lay on the table, sobbing, make up all over. Her jeans she was wearing at the ppv have blood stains by the crotch. The camera man notices something on her chest, right above the breast. At first, no one can make it out, however as he gets closer it becomes clear what it is. Right above her breast are two words carved into her chest. Two words that will now be the source of her nightmares, two worlds that she will never forget.
The Faith.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 5, 2009 16:59:24 GMT -5
Segment: Happy Anniversary. (Credit: XS3/TK)
Alternate Title: XS3 would've wrote a clever and witty segment title but he was listening to the new Lamb of God album (which is fucking awesome) so TK did it >.>
We cut into the back from our break and we see XS3 making his way down the halls. Having just put on a hard-fought match with Danny Mainer and having had a close encounter with The Authority, he appears to be in no mood for anyone else's bullshit tonight. As he walks down the hall with a newfound purpose recently set into his heart, he pauses upon hearing the sound of clapping. The camera pans over to reveal Thunderkiss.
Thunderkiss: You have a tough time with commitment, don’t you? First your wife. Then the Entourage and now the Road Steelers. You just can’t hang around long enough to see the job through to the end. However this time I can’t blame you. I would have ditched the tiny man and fatass months ago.
XS3 closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before slowly turning to face his long time rival.
Thunderkiss: You know, I just wanted to remind you of something before the real X and I go out and defeat those emo pricks, the Faith or whatever. All I know is that they have the world’s first emo cowboy and I can’t wait to watch him cut himself with his spurs.
XS3: Eat a dick, TK. I ain't in the mood for your shit.
Thunderkiss holds up his hand as if to reassure his rival otherwise.
Thunderkiss: Now, now, Matt. No need for your slitting wrist rage. Do you remember what happened two years ago? Since you have the attention span of an ant let me refresh your memory. You. Your wife. Your dead kids. Our little picnic in the ring. Remember? I sure do! I bet you two remember it vividly. I sure do. Hahaha, thinking of that rack in my face is getting me fired up for tonight! Woo, brother! Wooooooooo!
XS3 firmly manages to stand his ground as he lets out a small chuckle.
XS3: I wouldn't try and start anything with me or my wife right now if I were you, Aiden. I just came off a match against Danny Mainer and I've had to deal with the Authority on my case. The last thing I need is a big dumb animal like you giving me more reason to get pissed off. Now, are you and your lover going to go out there and beat Emo Lad and Alabama Man or are we going to have a 2-on-1 situation on our hands? Wouldn't feel good if the situation was turned against you, hmm?
A small stare down between the two occurs before Thunderkiss gently nudges XS3 aside and positions his tag title on his shoulder.
Thunderkiss: Well, thanks for wasting a half-an-hour, blabbermouth. Thanks to another one of your speeches we are going to have to cut the tag title match short! Instead of having fun and playing with our food, X and I are going to have to be all “get in, get out, get the job done!” You think I would have learned my lesson by now and just walked away. Anyway Irvine, have fun with Zero and Train and good luck; knowing you, you'll need it.
Thunderkiss then resumes his walk down the halls to make it to his match. XS3 disregards him and begins to head back to his locker room to cool off from the events of tonight.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 5, 2009 17:00:12 GMT -5
[glow=Blue,2,300]Don't Mess with the Girl[/glow] Credit: [glow=red,2,300]Mikaru[/glow] and Mr. Red
The scene opens, Mikaru walking down the hallway, nodding to the females, high fiving the ACW maintenance crew. He then spots a female he's never seen before and stops dead in his tracks, looking over his shoulder at her.
Mik: Hey...
The female turns around revealing herself to be Mrs. Red.
Mrs. Red: Hola. Como estas? I don't believe we have had the chance to meet.
Mik: I've never seen you around before, new?
Mrs. Red: No. I have been here for a while. I have had a match or two. Associated with a great wrestler.
Mik: Hm...odd...oh well...Tell you what...after tonights show...you and I head to a nice cuisine resteraunt I know in town. Trust me it's to die for.
Mrs. Red: That is really sweet of you but I'm afraid I can't do that. I am - -
Mik: You are what? You can't tell me that you are not interested. Look at me. I am afraid that I cannot name one lady that has ever said no to me.
A male figure suddenly appears next to Mrs. Red. The figure, quickly revealed as Mr. Red, glares at Mikaru. Mr. Red steps in front of his wife and sizes up Mik.
Mr. Red: You are barking up the wrong tree if you think my wife is going to betray me to go out with some freak like you.
Mr. Red steps forward intimidating Mikaru into stepping back. Yet Mikaru does not yeild
Mr. Red: Do you know what I do to people that try to take my wife from me?
Mik: No but I have a feeling you're going to tell me...
Mikaru said in a non-impressed tone, looking at Mr Red
Mr: Red: You are about to find out.....
Red pauses for a moment, trying to search for the words to use.
Mr. Red: What is your name?
Mik: Mikaru Daiety.
Mr. Red: What kind of Pokemon name is that? You are going to prove no match to Mr. Red. If you ever talk to her again, you know what? Just try it, I will let you see for yourself.
Mik: Pokemon?! Mikaru happens to have been in the Daiety name for over 200 Generations! Someone with the name Red wouldn't understand something like that would he...I'll see for myself alright, but I doubt I'll be impressed
Mr. Red smirks and eyes Mik up and down again. He then turns and ushers his wife down the hall, growling at her the entire time they are seen before turning a corner down the hall.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 5, 2009 17:00:46 GMT -5
“Singing in the Rain” Thunderkiss: Game Over # 4 Credit: Thunderkiss [It’s hours before show time and Joytoy is getting nervous. She has heard not a peep out of Thunderkiss since Ragnarok and her concern for her lover grows by the passing second. Just when it appears she will have to tell FSX to forfeit their first title defense, the Double Penetration locker room door creeks open and it waltzes all 353 pounds of Thunderkiss, acting as if nothing is out of the ordinary. Joytoy waits for some explanation about his absence but gets none, not even a greeting. Her curiosity quickly gives way to aggravation over TK’s apparent lack of manners and she gives him a healthy dose of what is on his mind.] JOYTOY: Kiss?! Where the hell have you been?! People have been worried sick about you! [Thunderkiss pauses and appears to struggle with the question. Joytoy watches on in bewilderment as Thunderkiss begins to slaughter the English language in his attempt to do so.] Thunderkiss: I-I ... uhh, I don’t know? JOYTOY: You don’t know? Oh baby, Did something happen to you? How do you feel? You don’t look so good. Kiss, come sit down.Thunderkiss: I ... ahhh... I feel .... ahhhh ...[The truth behind TK’s current state of mind can be found five days ago .... ] -120 HOURS EARLIER- Thunderkiss: ~Whuh .. Wh-Where am I?[In a scene reminiscent of a few weeks ago, Thunderkiss awakens to find himself strapped to a chair. However, unlike his electric chair fiasco, he finds himself as the victim and not the perpetrator. While it is hard to top the sinisterness of an electric chair, it has been done. Attached to Thunderkiss are electrodes which in turn are attached to several machines of unknown origin that tower over him. Even worse, his eyes are forced open against their own will. He cannot blink; he cannot shut them. The only thing shielding them from the dryness of the air is a pair of high tech goggles the likes of which he has never seen before. Needless to say this is a situation that is most unbecoming of him and he does his best to flee from it. The metal shackles attached to both hands and feet prevent him from doing so. Before his instincts scream at him to determine the cause of this predicament, the “puppet master” exposes himself saving him the trouble.] Richard Paris: My, my what a specimen you are. I must say Thunderkiss, your recovery time is astounding. It is a good thing that you are an abomination to humanity otherwise I would have reservations about this. Thunderkiss: ARGH! YOU WILL NOT HOLD ME! When I get out of here I will snap your back in two. While sucking your own dick may sound awesome, trust me, it’s going to hurt! Richard Paris: Oh? I won’t hold you? It looks like I’m doing a good job doing exactly that! Now shhhhh, big fellow, sit back and relax. This will be over soon enough. I promise. Thunderkiss: What will be over?! What the fuck are you doing?! What is this shit?! GET IT OFF ME! Richard Paris: I am just giving you a bit of a rewiring. It won’t hurt but it’s going to leave you with a nasty headache in the morning. Again do not worry, I’ll take care of that as well. You’ll never know what hit you, I promise. Thunderkiss: Heh... Hehehe...Heheheheahaaha![Inappropriate laugher fills the room. Taken aback by its onset, Paris stops dead in its tracks and inquires about its presence.] Richard Paris: Care to clue me in on what is so humorous? Thunderkiss: Why certainly, Dick! I was just imaging the stupid look on your face when I make you pay for every second of this. You aren’t the first to try to put me down, Paris, and you won’t be the last. Each and every time people like yourself have failed and failed miserably. Richard Paris: Not this time, Thunderkiss. Now just back and enjoy the movie. Thunderkiss: Movie?! What movie?[With a smile and a flip of a switch, TK’s vision takes a sudden and abrupt turn. Gone is the image of Richard Paris. In its place are pictures of tranquil locations and objects that have only one purpose - to sooth the soul.] Richard Paris: THAT ONE. [Image after image begins to filter into Thunderkiss’ brain, obliterating all others that reside within his mind. While he does his best to fight off this onslaught, his brain does not match his brawn. He is quickly subdued and submits to the machine’s will. Soon, everything this makes him special and unique is washed away like a small village during a monsoon. His childhood memories in Las Vegas, his journeys across the world seeking wrestling fame, his trails and tribulations while basking in superstardom .. these things leave him like snow thawing in the Spring. As this happens, his consciousness begins to be rebuilt. Within a matter of hours, who and what he is becomes erased including the proceeding events. What lies in it’s place is known only to one person, Richard Paris.] -THE PRESENT- [As we lift up and out of the cloudy veil of confusion now lurking inside TK’s skull, we now have a much better understanding of his delusional state; he cannot say the same. His mind still swirling in a tornado incoherentness, of he keeps his responses and statements as short and simple as possible.] Thunderkiss: Fine. I feel fine.JOYTOY: That’s good baby. Even still, you have no idea what you put me through! You could have at least called! I kept thinking you were laying dead in a ditch somewhere! Thunderkiss: Trust me, there is absolutely nothing to worry about. Nothing at all. *smile*[FADE]
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