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Post by Jake Steele on Feb 9, 2009 18:00:49 GMT -5
Monday Night Warfare 9th February 2009
Schedule of Matches: --------------------------------------
Jack Jefferson vs. Dave Tyler
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Jonny Spade vs. Jonny Hughes
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The Senator vs. Scott Andrews
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Danny Mainer vs. Thunderkiss
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Macho Man RDK vs. Rattlesnake - 30 Minute Ironman Match - International Title
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Post by Jake Steele on Feb 9, 2009 18:01:38 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Educating the fans Credit: Josh Robertson, Dan White
The camera opens up at ringside where the ring announcer Phillip can be seen entering the ring. He receives a cheap pop from the crowd as he raises his microphone to speak. Phillip: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome...Josh Robertson!
The boos are almost instantaneous as the camera pans over to the entrance curtain to show Josh Robertson burst through. Wearing a grey suit with a pinstripe shirt underneath. He makes his way out onto the top of the entrance ramp where he pauses to look around the arena before making his way down to the ring. He is treated no differently than usual; boos, and various other forms of abuse are the subject of the menu today. The rolls under the bottom rope, entering the ring before demanding a microphone. His demand is met and he returns to the centre of the ring where he lifts the microphone to his face and glances around the crowd again.
Josh Robertson: Tonight I'm not here to talk about purification or even why I'm not in a match. I'm here for one purpose and one purpose only...and that is to educate you people. You see, it occurred me at the weekend that maybe the reason you people enjoy this talentless form of "wrestling" is because you know no different. Well, Josh Robertson is a fair man, and I'd hate to be seen as ignorant so I'm here to teach you all about just what real wrestling is.
Robertson pauses as the crowd begin to boo. They clearly know what they like and being told what to do isn't one of them! Josh Robertson: So, let's start by actually finding out what the average joe in this arena knows about professional wrestling.
Robertson heads to the ropes before dropping down to the canvas and rolling underneath the bottom rope. He makes his way to the barricade where a presumably obese man can be seen standing with a RDK shirt on. Robertson points to him. Josh Robertson: Security, help this man into the ring.
It may be true that every fan at ringside hates the guts of Josh Robertson, but none of them are going to pass up the opportunity to step into an ACW ring. Two security members nearly as big as Thunder train help the obese RDK fan into the ring as Robertson stands in centre waiting to continue. Josh Robertson: So, pal, what's your name?
RDK fan: Rick Thomas, sir.
Josh Robertson: Alright Rick. How long have you been watching professional wrestling.
RDK fan: Since '04.
Josh Robertson: Right. First question; who created professional wrestling?
RDK fan: u-uh, Vince McMahon?
Josh Robertson: Please tell me you're not serious, Rick.
RDK fan: U-uh...
Josh Robertson: Suppose I should of saw that coming.
Robertson looks more than peeved at Rick's lack of knowledge while Rick seems to be confused. Josh Robertson: Let's hope you do better on this question; it's only professional wrestling if it is ACW or WWE, true or false?
RDK fan: ...
Josh Robertson: I don't have all freakin' day Rick.
RDK fan: ...true?
Uh-oh. Shouldn't of said that Rick. Robertson's eye twitches slightly and Rick looks to be more intimidated as Robertson becomes frustrated. Josh Robertson: Rick let me ask you something. Do you do anything apart from watch TV all day? Agh, anyway. May as well ask the final question even if the synopsis is already clear. Who has in your opinion had the biggest influence on professional wrestling?
?: Me.
Robertson looks confused as the crowd all pop knowing all that voice belongs too. The camera quickly pans over to entrance curtain where Dan White himself can be seen stepping out into ringside. He makes way out onto to the top of the entrance ramp as Robertson looks incensed at the interruption. Dan White: Sorry to interrupt your little thing you have going here, but 1 second longer and the crowd were all gonna throw up at having to listen to the shite coming out of your mouth.
Josh Robertson: You have no right to be out here Dan! This is my time, get your own you freeloader!
Dan White: Ha, isn't it funny people, the boy thinks what he says has any weight around here. Now, can I ask what making yourself look better than the fans is going to achieve? I mean mate, you already look like an asshole, you don't have to keep coming up with new ways to keep proving it!
Josh Robertson: You think you're a funny man do you, Dan? Huh? You're nothing better than the class clown of ACW!
White chuckles as the crowd boo Robertson who is becoming increasingly frustrated. Thankfully Rick has managed to make it back to his prior position at ringside. Dan White: I must be doing something right if even the gobshite in the ring can see it, eh? Believe it or not Robertson, I came out here to give you some friendly advice. You know, to help you look like less of a prick. You see these people sitting at ringside? Shouting at them and telling them they're shit isn't going to make them like you. It didn't work when you were the loser that got bullied at school and isn't going to work now either!
Josh Robertson: Screw you, Dan! I don't have to listen to this. Unlike you, I'm here to compete. I'm here to reach the top. Not mess around cracking jokes like you. Maybe that's why in 4 years you haven't been able to be the World Champion, eh?
Dan White: Hey, fuck you! You've been here what, 2 months? The only thing you've been able to do is beat Jake Cheng. You better start acting more in your place before someone beats you into it.
Josh Robertson: Heh, I'd like to see you try! Dan, you are nothing more than a glorified thug.
White begins take a few steps down the ramp as Robertson looks on. The crowd come alive as something looks like it might go down.
Dan White: Oh yeah? Let's see what a glorified thug can do once I have caved your fucking face in.
The crowd all pop as White breaks into a run down the ramp and slides into the ring where Robertson is waiting. Both men try to tee off on each other, but none of the punches are connecting that clearly. As White finally manages to get on the upper foot with a nice right to the body security rush the ring and try to break the two apart. Robertson manages to break away from his "minders" but is quickly seized again before he can land anything on his adversary. The camera slowly begins to fade to black as the pair engage in a stare from across the ring.
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Post by Jake Steele on Feb 9, 2009 18:02:09 GMT -5
Unfinished IndeedJack Jefferson/Jonny SpadeJonny Spade is in his locker room preparing for his match with Jonny Hughes when there’s a knock at the door. Jonny looks up, he clearly isn’t expecting any company, and slowly walks over to the door. He looks prepared for a confrontation of some kind; after all, unexpected company is rarely a good thing in ACW. He opens the door quickly and then he visibly relaxes, his body becoming obviously less tense, as he notices that it’s only one of the backstage crew. The kid, who can’t be more than 18 years old, is holding an envelope which he hands to Spade.Kid: I was told to deliver this. Spade: Oh, thanks. The crew member then leaves quickly, assumingly to go do something important but it’s more likely he’s slightly intimidated by being in the presence of such a legend. Spade shrugs and closes the door behind him. As he walks he opens the envelope and retrieves the contents – a DVD. The disc has no label on it which Jonny decides is rather strange. This doesn’t, however, stop him putting it in the DVD player and hitting Play on the remote. Jack Jefferson appears on the screen as Spade sits down to watch the contents of the DVD, he rolls his eyes at this development.___________________________________________________________________________ Jefferson: Jonny, last week you made a very stupid statement. You marched yourself down to the ring to tell me that we have unfinished business? That was not a wise decision, trust me, and I will definitely make you pay for running your big mouth. The camera zooms out and shows that Jefferson is sat on Jonny Spade’s couch, a satisfied smirk on his face. He picks up a rucksack and places it next to him, unzipping it.Jefferson: There’s something not a lot of people know about me Jonny, I’m a huge fan of the work of Banksy. I’m sure you’ve heard of Banksy, the famous graffiti artist. I’ve been brushing up on my skills but, naturally, I’m not as good as him. Let me show you what I can do. Jefferson stands up, taking a can of orange spray paint out of the bag, and walks over to Spade’s flat screen TV.Jefferson: This is a great TV, what is it – 32 inches? 40? Only thing is...it’s not very Jonny Spade is it? What’s that little name you like to give yourself...“Ace of Spades”? I think that’s it. Let me customise this TV for ya! Jefferson turns his back to the camera and begins spraying away on Spade’s TV. When he turns back around the screen has an ace of spades sprayed right across it. Jefferson smirks, proud of his handiwork.Jefferson: It’s a little rough, I know, but it’s the thought that counts, huh? He laughs to himself before beckoning for the camera to follow him. He continues walking until he arrives at Spade’s bathroom where he seems to take pride in pointing out the fact he’s sprayed “Spade’s career” and an arrow pointing down into the toilet. He doesn’t stand around for long though, continuing through to Spade’s bedroom.Jefferson: This one I’m quite proud of, it’s symbolic. When you had the nerve to proclaim we had “Unfinished Business” you sealed your own fate. That’s what this symbolises. Jefferson points down to the floor where he has spray painted an outline of a body, like police draw in chalk. There is one obvious difference; the body outline has Jonny Spade written across its chest. It also has a crudely drawn goatee on the face. Jefferson sits down on Spade’s neatly made bed and stares straight into the camera.Jefferson: Have a nice day Jonny. I hope you enjoyed your own www.JackJefferson.com exclusive! Jefferson smiles and the camera stays on this image for a couple of seconds before the image cuts out. The screen is left to show nothing but static.___________________________________________________________________________ Spade, rage etched on his face, clicks the TV off and sits for a second, frozen. Then he roars and hurls the remote control at the wall, shattering it beyond repair, and stands up sharply, balling his fists.Spade: That respect-less mother fucker! He’s gonna pay for this! Spade storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him so hard the walls shake and a framed picture of Spade holding the tag titles alongside Gooey Garth falls off the wall. There is a loud crash as the glass from the frame shatters all over the floor but it is soon followed by silence. Everything is calm, until Spade gets a-hold of Jefferson anyway.
Fade to Black
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Post by Jake Steele on Feb 9, 2009 18:02:42 GMT -5
Segment: Done with it (Credit: XS3)
The opening of "Contractor" hits and the crowd turns to the ramp and begins letting out cheers for the man that's coming out to the ring next. XS3, dressed in a t-shirt, jeans and sneakers, comes down to the ring with a bad look on his face. As he walks down the ramp, he nods to a few fans before sliding into the ring. Once he gets a mic, XS3 pauses to rubs his hands together and begins to speak.
XS3: When I returned to ACW for oh, the fourth time or so, I came in with the mindset that things were going to be fine this time around. I kept reassuring myself that despite my wife's pregnancy, I'd be able to keep up appearances and be able to love doing what I do. Well, as far as right now goes, things are not okay. Things aren't fine. I'm having a hard time loving what I do when I've got a power hungry midget and his fat fuck lover coming after me because I didn't agree with them. How pathetic is that? That asshole comes in, takes over a stable that Jake Steele, Thunder Train and I put together and all of a sudden, he's got the balls to think I owe him something. Jay Zero, I don't owe you shit! Having you come in and take over ACW benefits no one! You interfering in my match was the straw that broke the camel's back. Jay, how fucking pathetic are you? You're so scared of Jake Steele, you had to ban him from the arena in order to prevent him from getting to you. You heard right, folks! Our world champion is a goddamned pussy who has to rely on abuse of power and the 900 lb lummox who I used to tag with!
XS3 looks on at the fans that echo the same sentiments as he does then resumes speaking again.
XS3: Folks, I'm going to share something with you: Thunder Train was and still is nothing more than a freeloader. His only contribution in the stable was eating while Jake and I were the ones doing all the work, getting all the title shots. Even when he was in his second reign as tag champ, I was the one doing all the work. I don't give a shit how many times he's been Entertainment champ on his own; this guy will do anything for his free ride. He leached off Thunderkiss for a little while then he came to us because he couldn't fend for himself any longer. And now guess whom he's with? That's right. He left Jake and I to go be with that egomaniac. I guess us feeding your fat ass and taking care of you wasn't enough, Train. I should've known that you always be wanting more and more. Well, in the end, it won't matter. Thunderkiss left you to die and soon enough, Zero will do the same thing. Have fun cozying up to the world champ again, James. Because once he uses you to get what he wants, the free ride is over. And you will have no one to blame but yourself for being so fucking stupid.
XS3 softly shakes his head, expressing disappointment for a man he used to call his partner. He then holds a hand up and looks on at the fans that have noticed a drastic change of moods in XS3 recently.
XS3: Now then… There's one more person I gotta yell at: Danny Mainer. That's seriously the best you can do? You have the audacity to call my band nothing more than shitty noise? Look at your band, the Jungle of Violence! You bottom-feeders were so obscure, people would show up at clubs wondering why a bunch of toddlers were onstage playing Fisher Price instruments! And as far as your comments on my wife goes, it's fine. She's used to everyone and their fucking dog talking trash about her to get to me. What makes a difference though is that I actually had the courage to accept being a father! As far as you go, Mainer, you were lucky if your bitch even wanted to bring herself to look at your cancer-ridden face! Thunderkiss shouldn't have stopped at breaking your arm; he should've broken your dick off and shove it down your throat since you're so used to that feeling anyway. And while I can't stand myself to look at the guy, I will admit this: Thunderkiss is more man than you and has accomplished more in his career than you have in your life. And that in itself is sad.
XS3 brushes back his hair and takes a deep breath, knowing that he has said all he has had to say about Mainer... well, almost.
XS3: So Danny or Electric Head or whatever you want to call yourself, make a note that the next time we meet, I won't stop with a Shadow Step. I'm going to twist your scrawny body like a pretzel and kick the ever-living shit out of you. And as far as The Authority goes… As soon as I get my hands on you two, you fuckers are dead meat. You can push me around all you want; you're not getting me to submit to your will anytime soon.
XS3 lowers the mic and begins to hear the fans calling out to him and chanting his name. A flash of insanity in his eyes almost beckons to the fans, daring them to join him in his crusade. XS3 finally breaks his emotionless trance by letting his ever-familiar smirk creep across his face and he raises the mic back up to his mouth once more.
XS3: ACW… What I plan to do to the Authority… Is that unforgivable?
XS3 drops the mic, which causes a hissing sound, before peeling off his shirt and tossing it into the crowd. He looks on at the fans with a nod before heading to one side of the ring and taking his leave. Once he approaches the top of the ramp, XS3 turns and looks on at the people who would seemingly go to war with him. XS3 graciously nods and raises his left arm in the air before walking off.
Fade.
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Post by Jake Steele on Feb 9, 2009 18:03:01 GMT -5
Segment: Generic Interview Segment #5613423 Credit: Dave Shadow
As the camera cuts backstage again, we find ourselves in the middle of a dressing room, Mickey Cole standing in front of a camera with a microphone in hand. Dave Shadow’s personal interviewer looks more confident than he has in recent weeks, as he smiles at the camera, a hint of passion in his eyes.
Cole: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m backstage here in the ACW arena, where I’m hoping to get a quick interview with Dave Shadow before his match tonight against the “Jack of all Trades”, Jack Jefferson.
The door of the dressing room opens, as Dave walks in, dressed in a tracksuit and carrying his gym bag in one hand, his ring jacket in another and the Entertainment title balanced over his shoulder. He looks at Cole with a bit of a shocked look; it appears Dave didn’t realise that he’d be doing the interview.
Dave: Cole? Whats this?
Cole: Well, I thought you’d want to do an interview before your match with Jack tonight? You know. Get the crowd psyched out, try and gain some advantage over Jack in a war of words...
Dave: Jesus Cole, I appreciate the sentiment, but could you give a guy a chance to get everything ready first? I mean, I just arrived. Let me get something to eat, you know? Go to the toilet!
Cole: Sorry Dave. Well, since you’re here....
Dave shrugs and walks over to one of the locker room benches. He throws his bag down and hangs his title belt and jacket on a metal bar behind the bench.
Cole: Well, I guess then let’s start off with an obvious question. Last week you had a bit of a run in with two ACW superstars in the form of Jack Jefferson and Jonny Spade.
Dave: Well, ok. First you’ve got the “Jack of All Trades” Jack Jefferson, who had the guts to call me out last week. I admire him for that, and just like I said last week, I admire his abilities as well. He’s young, agile and very entertaining to watch in the ring. In most regards, he reminds me of myself. Except for the lack of respect he shows this company. See, he went down to that ring last week and started running his mouth about how he is the most entertaining superstar in this company. And for all I know, he’s right. But at the end of the day, I am the Entertainment Champion. Not him. Now, if he wants a title shot, then fair play. This title should do exactly what it says and be all about Entertainment.
Cole: Well, you two will have your chance to entertain here tonight, as you will be going one on one.
Dave: And I can’t wait for that. It’s going to be a real test of my skill and hopefully of his as well. May the best man win, and who knows. IF he wins, then I guess he’ll be at the top of the line for the next shot at the title I hold. I just fear that it will be a case of him being a Jack of All Trades, but a Master of None.
Cole: What about Spade then?
Dave: What about him? I’ve got no problems with Spade.
Cole: Well, last week, when you and Jack were talking, Spade interrupted you two and warned Jack he wasn’t finished with Jack. He said that he wants a rematch.
Dave: I can understand why he does as well. No matter what way you put it, Jack cheated to win, and if I were Spade, I’d want a rematch as well. But that doesn’t mean I have to worry about Spade. He’s Jack’s concern, not mine.
Cole: Any last words for Jack then?
Dave: Like what? “Jack, I’m coming for you!” “Bring your A game, cause I’m bringing mine!” “I’m gonna give you the beatin of a lifetime!” You want a cliché like that? I am coming for him. I am bringing my A game. And I do plan on giving him the beating of a life time. And I’m sure he feels the exact same way. This, my friend, will be one hell of a match, because I know I’m going to do everything in my power to win, and I know he’s going to do the same. This match....it’s going to be sweet!
Dave smiles and looks at the camera for a few seconds. After a moment, he drops the smile, and turns and runs off camera. Cole looks after him...
Cole: You ok?
Dave yells back from off camera.
Dave: Told you I just arrived! I’ve gotta pee!
Cole: Oh, right. Well, this is Mickey Cole. And Dave Shadow....has gotta pee!
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Post by Jake Steele on Feb 9, 2009 18:05:28 GMT -5
Segment: Name Your Segments, Freeman. [Credit: Jason Freeman, Jay Zero, and Thunder Train]
The camera fades in to show Commissioner Zero’s office. Sitting at his desk, Jay Zero, the ACW Champion, and now the commissioner, is talking with his assistant, Thunder Train.
Train: XS3 didn't stand a chance the other day!
Commissioner Zero: Uhh ya think? We destroyed him.
Train: I liked that. That was fun. We should do it again sometime. That would be funner.
Commissioner Zero: Yeah, well if you like that, then you're going to love what I got planned for Thursday.
Train: And what would that be?
Commissioner Zero: Well y'know, since we've already begun his punishment, I thought it would be best if we were to continue it. If he wants to keep runnin' his mouth about you and me and talking about how he's going to win the World Title eventually, then why not give him the option?
Train: You're actually giving him a title shot?
Commissioner Zero: Yes.
Train: --What the fuck? Why?!?!
Zero adjusts himself in his chair, looking up at Train with a smirk on his face.
Commissioner Zero: Train - I know the man can't beat me! I know he's going to try, and I sure as hell know that he will not succeed, - why? Because for one, Jay Zero is the Champion and he will not ever lose, two, XS3 is known for failure, and three, you're going to be at ringside with me.
Train: Ohhh. Heh Heh. I get it now. A little switcheroo?
Commissioner Zero: ...What?
Train: You know. Like, he'll be coming down to the ring, then you slide out and hide and I get in the ring and I work the match until the ending, then you come back in and I take off. It's a classic. Everybody falls for it. Especially stupid Canadians!
Commissioner Zero: .....Train, you're a 350 pound plus black man, and I'm a 210 pound Light-Heavyweight...
Train: ...Your point being? We're practically like twins.
And just then, there is a knocking on the door. Zero looks up, wondering who this could be, interrupting this very important discussion.
Commissioner Zero: What is it?
And the door opens. In walks…Jason Freeman. He regards Zero with interest, putting his hand to his chin, as if deep in thought. Zero and Train are not big fans of Freeman, so they look none too happy that he has entered their office. They don’t have the patience to deal with him right now.
Commissioner Zero: What do you want?
Zero glares at Freeman, who just holds his hands up, speaking slyly.
Freeman: Well hold on, let’s calm down here. No reason to start a conflict. I am in no mood to argue at the moment, so if you would just speak a little more politely, and show a little more respect, than perhaps we could get this over with.
Commissioner Zero: Alright, well for one, I am calm, and two, maybe you should try showing ME some respect. In case your keen eye hasn't taken notice, I'm the Commissioner around here and you will not talk to your boss with that kind of tone, got me?
Freeman: Ah, yes. Commissioner Zero…How could I have been so rude and disrespectful? My sincerest apologies.
Train: *Cough* FAKE *cough*
And there is no doubt from Freeman’s tone, that he did not exactly give this apology with all his heart. In fact, he seems to be mocking Zero, a fact which Zero decides to ignore.
Commissioner Zero: Whatever - if you don't want to treat your Commissioner and World Champion with the respect that he deserves, then maybe you ought to just turn your ass around, walk back out of that door, contemplate all of the times in the past that I've proved myself to be better than you, and THEN come back later. Maybe after all of that you'll treat me with some dignity and I'll consider whatever it is you have to say. So if you'll excuse us, we were in the middle of a conversation. The door is right over--
Freeman: Then let’s get this over quickly. Look, I’ll cut right to the chase. You’re in charge, so I guess you make the decisions around here now. Well, in that case,I’ll take my demands to you. Twice I’ve challenged for the International Championship, and twice I have been screwed out of it. Then, I finally get a match against the champion, but being that it is non-title, despite the fact that I won the match, I am still not the champion. Now at Ragnarok, I did what I said I’d do, and I defeated Mr. Red in a street fight after bringing his head down onto a chair so hard that he’s lucky he wasn’t taken out of action. Now, I think it’s time you give me what I want, and that’s one more shot against the International Champion. Me vs RDK.
There’s a pause. Freeman apparently is finished talking, so now Zero turns to Train and the two look at each other, and then look back at Freeman. They give no reaction for a moment, and then Thunder Train begins to burst into laughter. Zero tries to contain his own, but Freeman tilts his head and looks at them, showing no reaction about this. He waits for them to stop, and when they do, he speaks.
Freeman: I don’t exactly see what’s so humorous about this.
Train: And what do you think YOU'RE going to do to RDK? Talk to him until he taps? lolololololololol
Commissioner Zero: Hmm - actually, maybe we should consider this one, Train.
Train: What?! YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!</DonWest>
Commissioner Zero: No, no.. I mean, maybe we'll get lucky enough and he'll stub his toe on the way down to the ring on the steel steps and then we won't need to deal with him for at least until next year!
The two crack up again, and Freeman pounds his fists on the table.
Freeman: Silence, now! I see that I clearly am not going to reason with you, and I’m more than a little disappointed, but I should have expected no more. Soon enough though, you'll be out of here, and what you think will no longer matter. You know, though...you two have a great deal going on here! Thunder Train, the eternal lackey, gets a commissioner to give him what he wants, and Zero gets someone to help keep his little title reign. I’m so happy for you both.
Zero stands up, slightly annoyed now, Freeman having pushed him over the edge. He looks at Freeman, as if he’s about to yell at him, but then he just smirks.
Commissioner Zero: Freeman, Freeman, Freeman.... Fine. You want a match - you got one.
Huh? Well this was a strange turn of events…
Commissioner Zero: But not against RDK, no... Freeman, you want to talk to me that way? Then fine, you go right on ahead. But you keep in mind that as long as I AM in charge, I can do whatever the hell I want! So Freeman if it's an International Title match you're looking for, demanding that I shut up will never get you there! So for the mean time, I'll give you a "Warm up" match against an opponent that you've seen in the ring a few times before and should know very well by now. You're going one on one with the hungry one. Thunder Train!
Oh…Train stands up as well, and he walks forward towards Freeman, showing the huge size advantage. Freeman doesn’t back down. He stands his ground and glares at the both of them.
Commissioner Zero: That's right. This Thursday, the Giant will clash with the giant spaz once again!
But Freeman - this time...
What else could he possibly have to say?
Commissioner Zero: It's a TABLES Match!
Some of the fans give a small cheer at the prospect of seeing a tables match live on Meltdown, and in any case, they don’t really like either of the men involved, so at least they can enjoy watching them beat the hell out of one another. Zero looks at Freeman, but Freeman doesn’t seem nervous. He looks almost like he’s about to laugh, but all he does is turn towards the door.
Freeman: Fine. I'll let you enjoy your little commissioner run while it lasts.
Commissioner Zero: Oh, I will enjoy it. However you on the other hand will not. Heh. See ya Thursday "big" guy.
Train: Hey Freeman - got wood?
He marches out of the door, Train goes back to the table, and Zero continues the conversation that was in process before Freeman entered the room, but the camera fades out before any of his words can be heard.
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Post by Jake Steele on Feb 9, 2009 18:05:41 GMT -5
Segment: Salvation Credit: Wayde
The city street is dark. A single street light flickers, allowing just enough light to get glimpses of the area. Smoke pours from the sewers creating a light fog over ground level. Little bits of trash blow around the street.
A man leans against one of the broken down building walls. His face cannot be made out because of the black cowboy hat dipped over his eyes. He is wearing a long black trench coat and jean pants. As we observe this seen and woman comes walking by. She is wearing a see through short dress the ends right underneath her ass. Her pink bra and panties are clearly seen as she walks and she has a pair of ripped fishnet stockings to top it off.
The woman passes the man leaning on the building and his head slightly tilts in her direction. The light flickers, momentarily going out, and when it turns back on the man is walking behind the woman. They walk like that for a little before the woman decides to stop and turn around. Although freaked out by the situation, she won’t miss her chance to make money. [/i]
You looking for a good time Mr?
The man takes a step closer to her.
You should really be careful who you say that too sweetie. My idea of a good time might be more than you can handle.
The woman steps closer.
For the right price…I can handle whatever you have to offer. So tell me…what’s your pleasure.
The man now takes a step even closer. He leans in and smells her neck as he moves his lips up to her ear. He softly whispers his answer into her ear..
Salvation.
The woman now chuckles nervously.
Well that can be expensi…
Suddenly the man grabs her arm hard and she yelps in fear more than pain. He lifts her arm up to her face so she can see the scars on her arm. Needle holes from her drug use and cuts on her wrist.
What are you d…
LOOK!! LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE DONE WITH YOUR LIFE! You were born into a loving family in California, you graduated from a great performing arts school and you were a top prospect for the next big actress. Did you take advantage of that? NO! You wasted your talent by getting involved with drugs! The more jobs you lost because of your rug usage the more you would cut yourself. Finally you get out of California to come to New York to what? Fix your life? NO! To become a prostitute. And a cheap one at that!
The woman stops struggling a little and looks at the mans eyes, tears building up in hers. A look of confusion crosses her face as she stammers to speak.
Who…who are you?
I am the Cowboy From Hell and I know your sould deeper than any man ever has. I have come to offer you a chance. A chance at salvation. A second chance on life. A chance to trade your life of drugs, pain, and sex for one of hope and Faith.
The woman continues to look into his eyes. His words hitting her heavy heart, she hangs on every word he speaks.
What if I say no?
The man lets go of her arm and fixes his jacket. He puts one hand gently on her cheek and the other on her shoulder.
Those who do not appreciate life do not deserve life.
The woman puts her hand on his. She feels the words he speaks her. She knows the right thing to do. She nods her head and Wayde smiles. He takes his arm and wraps it around her as the two start to walk off. The lights flicker again and when they come back…the two have vanished into the night.
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Post by Jake Steele on Feb 9, 2009 18:06:09 GMT -5
”Phenomenal Snowball” Credit: Chris Phenomenal/Danny Mainer Starbucks, the wondrous utopia of hot, frothy, caffeine-fuelled, drug-like addictive drinks is not the host of our scene but inherently the cause of it. Walking casually along the backstage with a coffee-injected spring in his step, Chris Phenomenal sips on his latte as he saunters along a corridor past row upon row of locker room doors as if he is the King of ACW, surveying his estate. He notes the name plaques on each door and gives them a nod of approval or a sigh of dismay as he reads the names upon them. It’s a star forged cast here in ACW and like the cynical sod he is, Phenomenal while sipping on the steaming hot cup of coffee tallies up the members of the roster like he’s part of the Pro Wrestling Inspection Unit. All is perfect for the Harlem Superman until suddenly…THUD! PSSSSSHHHHHTTT! Danny Mainer: ”OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH FUCKCHRIST!”Danny Mainer seemingly in a rush had barged straight into Phenomenal and got the worst of the coffee, some of it though had spilt onto Phenomenals’ white hoody, staining it brown and that hadn’t pleased him one bit. Danny drops to both knees and stares up to space, screaming himself hoarse to the heavens.Danny Mainer: ”NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!”Danny falls onto all fours at the feet of Chris as patches of his torso turn a bright shade of salmon from the scalding burns of the coffee. He then starts to sob while slamming his fist on the floor like a Judge with a gavel.Danny Mainer: ”NOHOOHOOOOHHOOOOOOOOOOO!”Chris Phenomenal: What the fuck is your problem man?Danny stops his sobbing and goes back to kneeling on one knee. He stares straight up into the eyes of Chris, locked on and fearless.Danny Mainer: ”MY PROBLEM is that now, if anyone were to knife-edge chop me it’d hurt EVEN FUCKING MORE because of your negligence you dumb son of a BITCH.”Chris Phenomenal: ”Y’know you’re in range for me to just kick your fucking teeth in right?”Danny stands up tall and valiant on both feet, his chest puffed out and his arms hanging behind him as he advances on Chris.Danny Mainer: ”FUCK NAW.”Chris Phenomenal: ”Are you high mother fucker? I want me some that shit.”Danny Mainer: ”Do I LOOK like Jake Steele to you, bitch?”Chris Phenomenal: ”Watch your fucking mouth or I’ll slap you senseless, I should kick your hopeless ass for spilling my fucking coffee.”Danny Mainer: ”You, kick my ass?! BWAHAHAHAHAHA. You couldn’t beat up a cat, you’re just some retard with way too much money. Now how about you get lost and count yourself lucky that I’m not TEARING OUT your spinal cord with my good ol’ friend Sally, nailing it to a Frisbee and flinging it over a motherfucking rainbow!”Chris smirks as his retort formulates in his head. He’s done some research on Danny, or at least watched some of his promo’s and heard it all a thousand times over. It’s with this knowledge that his most cutting remark to date flies like a silver bullet from the silver tongue straight into the nerve-centre of Danny Mainer and boy will it hurt. Chris takes a step back in anticipation and then...Chris Phenomenal: ”Way too much money, you don’t know shit motherfucker. And even if you did, you couldn’t touch me even if I was high as your crack addict whore of an ex-girlfriend. Who by the way I recommend to anyone and everyone as the best bang for your buck deal in today‘s floundering economy.WHAM! A straight right hook to the jaw, the kind of stuff that would dislocate most normal men just sends Chris taking a few steps back while clutching his gob. He takes a look back at Danny who is in a state of pure fury. “Touchy” he mutters under his breath while nursing his jaw line. Danny looks hesitant to continue on the assault but The Harlem Superman swings for the fences delivering a whip-lash inducing backhand straight to the cheek of Danny. Danny begins to laugh like a maniac while Chris stares at him, the hook raised ready for another strike.Danny Mainer: ”Hahaha! You slap like a bitch!”Chris Phenomenal: ”Bring it on you washed up deadbeat, you can’t cut it anymore. That’s why you drag Sally with you everywhere!”The two engage in a collar and elbow tie up locking together like opposing magnets with wicked intensity. Suddenly from out of the blue, security has arrived and they’re barging between the two bisons locking horns. With huge amounts of power they pull the two apart. As they’re dragged away from each other, eyes blazing Danny manages to get an arm free and delivers another quick cheapshot to the head of Phenomenal which only encourages his lurching resistance. Before Phenomenal can retaliate the two angry stallions are dragged away from each other by the swarm of security which just crawled out of the woodwork.Danny Mainer: ”Welcome to ACW, BITCH!”He spits in the general direction of Chris and it lands on the floor. Chris gets his arm free and gives him the finger before being dragged around a corner as the screen turns to black.FADE
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Post by Jake Steele on Feb 9, 2009 18:06:25 GMT -5
Living in the shadow of...er...Shadow? Jack Jefferson
Every wrestler’s favourite interviewer, Kevin “The Internet” Anderson, is backstage. He has a microphone in his hand and it appears it might be time for the voice of the digital generation to ask some hard-hitting, insightful questions. Or it might be time for him to, you know, do his usual thing and irritate someone with his inane queries. Let’s see...
Kevin knocks on the door marked “Jack Jefferson” and begins tapping his foot impatiently when there is no answer. He bangs harder on the door after a couple of seconds of silence and is visibly taken aback by how abruptly the door is opened. Jefferson, already in his ring gear, stares daggers at Kevin for a second before speaking.
Jefferson: What the fuck do you want exactly? I’m trying to get ready for a match here!
Kevin: Well that’s what I wanted to talk to you about...your match. How do you feel going into the match? Are you regretting your previous statements regarding your superiority over Shadow?
Jefferson: You wanna know how I feel? Okay. I feel cheated Kevin. This match should be a fucking title match so I can dispose of Dave Shadow, or whatever the fuck he’s calling himself this week, nice an quickly. That belt belongs around my waist and I don’t appreciate being made to wait for it to happen!
As for ‘regretting my previous statements’? You’re busting my balls, right?! I don’t believe in regrets. As the old saying goes – “If you’ve got it, flaunt it.” – and I most certainly fucking have it! I know exactly how good I am and I don’t see a problem with pointing out that I’m better than our oh-so-entertaining champion.
Kevin: Okay. So what are you going to do about winning that title?
Jefferson: Jesus, you really are as stupid as that 70’s throwback haircut suggests aren’t you Kev? I’ll spell it out nice and simple for you. I beat Dave tonight then sometime soon I beat him again and take his title. Easy...as...that. Now fuck off and let me finish warming up!
Kevin: B-but I have more questions.
Jefferson: No...you don’t.
On that note Jefferson slams the door in Kevin’s face, leaving him in shocked silence. Kevin turns to the camera and shrugs his shoulders. He considers knocking on the door to continue with his interview but thinks better of it, undoubtedly for the best.
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Post by Jake Steele on Feb 9, 2009 18:06:46 GMT -5
Match 1: Dave Shadow vs. Jack Jefferson (Non-Title) Credit: Dave Shadow “Next Episode” by Dr Dre hits the speakers and Jack Jefferson emerges through the curtain to a wall of boos from the fans. He struts down to the ring with a confident swagger in his step. As he climbs in to the ring and poses, the music changes to “Into the Fire” by Disturbed; Dave Shadow walks out through the curtains, Entertainment Title on his shoulder and the crowd cheering. He too climbs in to the ring, a smile on his face. The two men stand in opposite corners, and after Dave has handed his jacket and belt to an aide outside the ring, the ref rings the bell to start the match. Start
The two men circle the ring; in their first one on one match, both are weary of what their opponent is capable of, and neither wants to lose this because of underestimation. They close in on each other, and its Jack who makes the first move, throwing a European uppercut at Dave’s head. Dave dodges back though and it misses, as Dave pulls back and tries to hit a clothesline on an off balance Jack. Jack ducks it though, and as Dave turns back round, Jack tries to kick him in the gut. Dave grabs his foot, blocking the move, as Jack jumps and tries to hit an enziguri. Dave ducks his head, as Jack’s foot goes sailing over him and Jack lands on the ground belly down. Dave tries to move up his body and drop an elbow across his back, but Jack moves out of the way in time. As Dave climbs back to his feet, Jack pulls back and hits him with a nasty knife edge chop to the chest. Dave flinches and holds himself, as Jack grabs him by the head, pulls him up and hits a snap suplex, trying to pin him early. Dave kicks out, as Jack gets back to his feet. Dave clambers up quickly as well, as Jack pushes him back in to the ropes. Jack tries to whip him across the ring, but Dave counters and Jack goes running. As he rebounds off them, he finds Dave has followed him and he connects with a leg lariat. Jack goes down and rolls out of the ring, trying to regain his breath. He notices Dave approach the ropes though, and as Dave leaps over them, Jack moves away. Dave lands on the apron, but again, Jack is one step ahead of him; Jack charges him and takes the legs out from underneath him. Dave crashes face first on to the ring apron, bashing his head on it and falling down on to the mats outside. Middle: Jack climbs back in to the ring, as Dave lies outside for a few moments, holding his nose. He tries to use the apron to climb back to his feet, but as he does, Jack comes sailing over the top rope with a suicide dive through the ropes, taking Dave down hard! Jack gets back to his feet, looking slightly shook up but with a big smile on his face. The crowd boo as he taunts them, standing over Dave’s body. Jack grabs Dave and tries to pick him up, but as he does, Dave wraps his arms round Jack’s waist and pushes him back as hard and fast as he can. Jack goes crashing back in to the ring, his spine hitting the metal, as Dave takes a few steps back. Jack rolls in to the ring, as Dave follows him as well. Back inside the ring, Dave has the advantage as he grabs a rising Jack by the hair and drags him to the corner. He pushes him in and starts hitting him with several punches, causing Jack to slump down. His head rests against the bottom turnbuckle as Dave charges the ropes, comes back fast and hits a double foot facewash; Dave lands outside the ring on his feet, as Jack clutches his nose in pain. He rolls in to the center of the ring, as Dave now taunts for the fans. Dave climbs back up on to the apron, as Jack gets to his feet in the center of the ring. Dave leaps up to the top rope and lunges forward. Jack catches him in a ura-nage and drops Dave down across his knee in a modified backbreaker. Dave is nearly broken in half, as Jack pushes him down on to the canvas. Dave rolls round, as Jack looks out at the booing crowd, a smirk as much to say “I told you I was better than him”. Ending: Jack is in full control of this match now as he grabs Dave by the hair and picks him up to his feet. He pushes Dave back in to the ropes and slaps him in the face. He kicks him in the gut, and drills Dave down in to the canvas with a big DDT. Jack looks full of confidence, as he struts over to the ropes and climbs out on to the apron, laughing as the fans boo him loudly. He grabs the top rope and tries to launch himself back in; his taunting has wasted some time, as Dave manages to roll out of the way of the slingshot senton. Jack lands on his back hard, and climbs back up to his feet quickly, as Dave uses the ropes to pull himself up. The champion sizes his opponent up and hits a running, jumping punch to the head of Jack. Jack hits the canvas but gets back up quickly. He’s met with another punch though, taking him down again. Jack refuses to stay down as Dave takes a step back. As Jack gets up, Dave runs at him. Jack swings a fist, but Dave ducks it and keeps running. He jumps up on the ropes, springs back and lands on top of Jack with a Lou Thez press! Dave gets back up after hitting Jack in the head with a few punches for good measure. Dave screams as the crowd cheer; Jack tries to move to the corner, hoping that he can use the turnbuckles to pull himself up. As he does though, Dave comes charging in and hits a high knee to Jack’s jaw. Dave steps back and allows Jack to fall forward. Dave signals for the end, and as Jack tries to get back to his feet, Dave moves in for the kill. He grabs his arm, and throws his leg over the back of Jack’s head. As he tries to swing him round for the Vashta Nerada, Jack keeps spinning though and gives Dave a big shove pushing him out of the way. Jack falls back in to the ropes.... Much to the crowd’s disgust, Jonny Spade has snuck down the entrance ramp unbeknownst to the two men in the ring. As Jack falls back in to the ropes, Spade reaches in and grabs him by the feet. He drags Jefferson out of the ring under the bottom rope, before hitting him with a straight punch to the side of the head. Spade grabs Jack and throws him in to the ring steps, as Jack lies on the ground outside the ring, holding his back. To make matters worse, the ref calls for the bell. Dave starts to freak, as the winner is announced... Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by DQ....Jack Jefferson. Dave pleads with the ref to reverse the decision or to do something else, but the ref tells him rules are rules. Spade stands over Jack on the outside; Spade obviously has unfinished business left with Jefferson.
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Post by Jake Steele on Feb 9, 2009 18:07:27 GMT -5
Segment: WTF? Credit: Dave Shadow and Jonny Spade
As the camera cuts backstage, we find ourselves in one of the dressing rooms. Although it is empty, it does not remain that way for long, as Jonny Spade comes walking in through the door, back after having just been down in the ring, looking oddly smug with himself after getting to lay his hands on Jack Jefferson once more. He starts getting ready for his match.
The door to the dressing room flies open once more; Dave Shadow comes charging in, still sweating from his match with Jefferson. He didn’t stop on his way back from the ring, as he is still in his wrestling gear, and the Entertainment Title is in his hand. Spade looks at him briefly, before turning away and continuing his preparations. Dave looks really pissed off, as he walks up behind Jonny, no sign of his usual cheeky smile visible.
Dave: Jonny, do you want to tell me what the hell that was about? Do you want to tell me why the hell you just decided to cost me that match out there?
Jonny: Look personally I have nothing against you, but before the match I had this kid deliver to me this video and I just needed to get some revenge on his sorry ass.
Dave has a confused look on his face, but Jonny reaches onto his couch and picks up the remote to his tv and plays the video that he had watched earlier from Jeffersons doing.
Jonny: You see? YOU DAMN SEE WHAT SHIT IM PUTTING UP WITH? I've delt with tons of shit in this fed, everything from house matches to having my dog kicked down some flights of stairs. But seeing this kind of vandalism done to me. This is just TO much. This just pushed me over the edge. What if somebody was home? In my house? This gets me SO MAD! Now that ASSHOLE Jefferson now has one more thing coming to him.
Dave looks at the TV screen, as the two stand in silence for a few moments. Spade still looks angry, but Dave's anger has subsided, replaced by contemplation.
Dave: I get it Spade. I really do. Don't think I agree with what he did. But if you interfere in my match again.....just....just don't, ok? I've got no problem with you yet. But I am not impressed, and I want you to know that I won't forget about this. You and Jack have unfinished business. Fine. But that doesn't give you the right to cost me a match.
Dave turns and storms out of the dressing room. Spade looks after him for a few moments, before going back to getting ready for his match
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Post by Jake Steele on Feb 9, 2009 18:07:55 GMT -5
Segment: A Whole New World (Credit: FSX)
Sometimes, a place that you never knew about can be the most comforting one of all for various reasons. Whether it is one of pure inebriation and mystical wonders, or one of escape from suffering and madness, it is usually one of solitude. The only problem that can possibly occur is when this world takes on a life of it's own, and reality becomes that place of pure imagination and wonder. But really, what are the chances of fantasy becoming your reality, and your mind melting under the pressure of altering drugs, leading one to complete detachment and insanity? Rather good if your a former mental patient, it seems.
That is likely why the joyous smile on the face of Fallen was so very unsettling as he briskly made his way into the arena for Warfare. Just a few days prior he had been a wreak, barely able to move and seriously contemplating retirement as a viable option. It appeared he was finally done, worn out, and waiting to be buried as he slowly made his way to deliver his resignation...but now everything was so different. It was as if he was a boy again, a bright smile upon his face as he joyously made his way through the backstage area, stopping to shake hands and kiss what he must of believed to be babies as he headed off for his locker room. A man once almost dead...now so exuberant. Something wasn't right, as is always the case when a nice version of FSX is involved.
FSX: What a wonderful day, isn't it? I could sing and prance around in enjoyment and not give a damn if anyone thought I was a homosexual! I'm just so damned happy, and I feel great! Nothing could possibly make this day better!
Coming to a complete halt as he said that, he would look around for a few moments with the smile plastered on his face, before suddenly twitching for a moment and spinning around in a circle.
FSX: Well..? What's the hold up?! I said it, now I expect something fucking wonderful to happen this instant! I want dancing pandas! I want to see a baby grow into a man over a period of 28 seconds! I want to see life, and crush it in my hands in order to take in it's youth and live forever!
He paused once more at his last comment, shaking his head once and slapping himself in the back of the head as he continued his brisk walk, looking around quite frantically.
FSX: Well? I've got my whole life ahead of me, and I want to live it all every day! Where is everything? Where is all the fucking enjoyment and jolly fun that I'm always hearing about?! Children playing with sand paper and laughing as it rubs their flesh from their faces...grieving mothers sobbing softly as they ripped the flesh off their children, making curtains to remember them by! That's the American dream, isn't it?!
Looking around for someone to answer him he wouldn't spot a single face. It wasn't because he was in an area of the arena that was particularly unpopulated, however. It was because everyone was frightened at the insanity that freely spewed from Fallen's lips. This was even crazy for his standards, and by the look in his bloodshot eyes there was a good chance that he knew it too.
FSX: Is it so bad to be enthusiastic about death, guys? I just want to witness a life end before my own, is that so wrong? It's exciting! It tells you that you are more alive then them, and that they will be forgotten well you live on forever! It's fucking amazing, isn't it? Being a true saint...being able too...too..
Suddenly he would let out a gasp and stumble over to a wall, clutching onto his head as he let out a notably loud groan. It wouldn't be long before he was shaking as well...was it about time Fallen headed back to the mental asylum? By the looks of things...maybe so.
FSX: Fuck this...this is why I'm better off being myself, because being this is disgusting. Being a free spirit, unable to shield themselves from insanity...unable to avoid the inescapable clutches of madness as they grab at your heart, and squeeze until a puddle of blood waits before them...This isn't good for me...this isn't good for anyone.
In the gaps of time that nonsense was spewed from his mouth, logic and understanding, perhaps even fear, of what was overcoming him stumbled out as well. The situation wasn't necessarily a clear one, but as time persisted it appeared to be more and more of a dangerous one.
FSX: I mean...I'm only here to strike down a zealot who has no understanding of what it truly is to be insane...right? Someone who believes themselves of a pure mind, but tries to spread a message of Faith and their rule. It's garbage...is that all I'm here for? For that? Because he got in my face I couldn't do the healthy thing and take a step away from this business? Is that it?!
Letting out another groan as he pushed himself away from the wall, he would shudder once as his eyes gingerly trailed around the room, unable to grasp on anything as a blurred figure would soon be standing in front of him, perhaps feeling as if they were showing a concern for him he stopped a moment from his self-depreciation and gripped onto them.
FSX: So you care, do you? About me...about what this is all about?...I'm sorry. I should leave for your benefit, so I can live another day and be with you. To be there for you. To love you back, for all the time you've spent loving me..but I just can't be that kinda person. One who runs before they feel they've finished everything..you know what I mean.
Woman: Not a clue, Fallen. What's wrong with you? Did you try some kinda magical marijuana?
FSX: No...I tried to stop feeling, but it's not working. I still feel my thoughts, feel my blood, feel my emotions..Just not pain. You know? Even if I know it hurts...it's so dull. I love it.
She would stare to him in a moment of disgust, before pushing him back from her and allowing him to tumble down to the ground. He would be quick to cover up and roll to his side, only to pop back up.
FSX: What's going to happen to me...?
Woman: Your going to end up dead, trying to accomplish something no one else cares about, and buried in an unmarked grave.
FSX: Sounds about right...but will I be happy?
He looks up to her in a moment of hope, a smile upon his face as he slowly brings himself closer to her, his eyes glimmering for the moment as she can't bare to look to him, soon turning away and walking off away.
FSX: Well?! Don't just walk away, tell me!
Woman: I don't know. I won't be around to watch you kill yourself, though. Have a nice life, Fallen. Hope you can grow the fuck up before you die.
FSX: At least I never gave up, Andy.
That would explain who the woman is, then. Used a month and nevermore, and apparently in utter disgust and disconnection to her former roommate as she shakes her head once and quickly walks away without another word. Perhaps she didn't believe he was worth anymore of her time as he stands now, wallowing in madness and determination to do what many see no need of doing.
FSX: I don't care...she's wrong, and I can be happy doing this for years and years to come. I never need to stop as long as I'm good, and I'll always desire to do this. I don't care if I die, and I don't care if I drive everyone away. I have to do this.
Struggling a bit to return to his feet as he looked around himself, not spotting a single person as he would rub gently to his temples and shake his head, he would groan softly and slowly stumble in the direction of his locker room, his speed and expression having returned to the similar one he was in on Thursday.
FSX: Was...that all real? Maybe I shouldn't take it when I don't have a match.
Grimacing once as his hand moved to reach for something in his jacket, he would freeze and look to it for a moment..only to shake his head and continue his walk without grabbing it. What could it be? Perhaps it's simply the painfully obvious..Either way, the side effects seem rather extreme if it is. Something isn't right in this situation, nor is it right in the mind of Fallen Souls. Can it all be put together for the tag team champion in the long run? Or is the end really coming? Soon enough...answers will be appear obvious.
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Post by Jake Steele on Feb 9, 2009 18:09:46 GMT -5
Segment: Take What's Mine...Hey! (Credit: Train/Steele) The segment opens up with Thunder Train and Thunder Lawyer sitting at a table across from each other. Train is counting some money while Thunder Lawyer goes over some paperwork. Train smirks as he does and it looks as if he has a very large amount of money in front of him. Thunder Train: Can you believe how much money we have? Steele is such an idiot.Thunder Lawyer: You never told me how you did all this... Thunder Train: Oh, well it's a very simple story. You see, while Jake was in prison, I did all the negotiations with VH1 over our show. You never saw that, he never saw that, hell, nobody saw it. We did it in the dead of night when nobody could witness it. Then they played off as if I threatened them and they wanted me to do community service.Thunder Lawyer: SO YOU MEAN ALL THE WORK I DID WAS FOR NOTHING? Thunder Train: Noooo, I turned in those hours for a free meal at Denny's!Thunder Lawyer: That doesn't make any sense-- Thunder Train: --Anyway, I pretty much signed a contract saying that they can use the show however they want. They can also use the Jake Steele name however they want and all the royalties from that go to me. Steele gets nothing.Thunder Lawyer: Isn't that illegal? Thunder Train: So? Killing is illegal and people do it. Selling drugs is illegal and people still do it. Pirating music is ill-...the only good way to obtain it. So I don't see what's wrong with this.Thunder Lawyer: You do know that Jake will sue us out the ass for this right? I mean if he finds out. Thunder Train: But he won't.Suddenly, a secretary walks into the room holding a few envelopes. She sets them down in front of Thunder Lawyer then leaves. He picks them up and looks "Bills" "Bills" "Bills" then he finds a letter that strikes his attention. He rips it open and reads it, then he beings laughing. Thunder Train: What's so funny?Thunder Lawyer: Read this hahaha... He slides the letter across the table to Train, who picks it up and beings reading. Dear Thunder Train, Hey what's up cocksucker? Yeah, I bet yo ass thought you was real slick when you had me sign dat contract a few months back. Lucky for me though, my lawyers found somethings wrong with it. Like, for example, you signin' away my name and collecting all da money from it. And you know damn well dat I love money, so when I saw that your hungry ass was trying to cheat me on the deal, I decided to take action. And since I'm "banned" from the ACW arena... I'm suin' yo stank ass for da $1.6 million dollars you owe me. I'll see you in court. Sincerely, Jake Steele. Train drops the letter and his mouth drops and eyes widen. He gets up and heads for the door.Thunder Lawyer: Train, where are you going? We need to discuss how we are going to defend ourselves from this. Even though I don't think there is much we can do against this. You stole from him, the evidence is all there. Thunder Train: I know that. I'm going to get the South Park tape so you can learn the Chewbacca Defense.Thunder Lawyer: Riiiiiiiiiight. Train shakes his head and leaves the room. Thunder Lawyer just folds his hands behind his head and smiles. He's got something up his sleeve that Train doesn't know about, but could win him the case.
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Post by Jake Steele on Feb 9, 2009 18:10:03 GMT -5
Title: Incriminating Evidence Credit: Evans
Fade up to the Police Station located on the beautiful ACW Island. The footage shows, police chief, Mike Notsofresh, sitting at his desk with a heap of paper work sitting atop of it. He looks stressed beyond stressed. Mike Notsofresh has been put in charge of the arson case. His main suspect is ACW wrestler, A.C. Evans.
MIKE NOTSOFRESH: There has to be a way to link this back to Evans, damnit![/color]
He flips through some papers and suddenly stops. He puts his coffee mug down on the desk and slowly looks up.
MIKE NOTSOFRESH: That's it! I've got it. Evans is going down![/color]
The police chief closes the folder and stands up from his desk. He grabs his jacket and quickly races out of the scene. We follow him as he runs down the stairs and hops into his police cruiser. He backs up and peels out of the police department parking lot. The footage cuts to static.
It soon picks up again as the static soon clears. It looks to be a bit later at night. Three fire engines and four police cars are seen along with numerous news vans. A reporter begins speaking.
KAREN LYNN: Ladies and gentlemen, moments ago police chief Mike Notsofresh was involved in a car accident. His car was wrapped around a telephone pole. Mike Notsofresh was killed on impact. No foul play is expected, however a note was found in Mike Notsofresh's passenger seat. It was a document dismissing ACW wrestler A.C. Evans of all charges. More on this as it develops.[/color][/i]
The footage cuts once again.
Fade up to the scene of a sadistic grin from A.C. Evans.
Fade out...
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Post by Jake Steele on Feb 9, 2009 18:10:25 GMT -5
Match 2: Jonny Spade vs. Jonny Hughes
The two men start up with a lockup, and battle in a bit of a test of strength. Spade goes into a headlock, but Hughes manages to grab Spade by the head and roll over, taking Spade to the ground. Hughes locks in a headlock on his own to the fallen Spade, and Spade rolls onto his stomach trying to maneuver out of it. The two have a bit of a technical bout for a while until Hughes breaks it off with a knee, and begins hitting some stiff chops and forearms to Spade. Spade manages to get a shot in on Hughes, and then dropkicks him to the ground, and goes for a cover, but Hughes kicks out before one. Hughes manages to get behind Spade and go for a german, but Spade reverses with an elbow. Hughes goes for an irish whip but Spade reverses it. Spade goes for a shot but Hughes ducks, and then rebounds right into a pendulum backbreaker for a two count!
In the middle of the match both men have worn each other down with a quick, relatively technical match. Hughes has had some vicious shots in and has been trying to work Spade down, but Spade isn't even close to dying. Hughes hit a Yakuza kick for a nice two count, but Spade managed to turn the tides wristclutch exploder suplex. He gets a two, and then tries to pick Hughes up only to be lifted into the air as if for a dream shatterer. Spade quickly swings his feet back to the floor and pulls Hughes into an S-Drop #3 (Rock Bottom to Backbreaker)
The two men continue to hit a couple high impact moves, and now the pace of the match has gotten quick. Again Hughes tries for a dream shatterer, but this time Spade gets behind him, getting a half nelson, perhaps looking for the Dragon Fly. Hughes forward rolls, throwing Spade off of him, and as Spade gets up and turns back towards him, Hughes hits him with a Roaring Elbow from nowhere. Hughes stares down at Spade, waiting for him to get up, perhaps to finish him this time...when all of a sudden he looks up the ramp.
McNally: That's...Jason Freeman?
Indeed, Freeman has made his way onto the ramp. Where he stands, looking down towards Hughes. Hughes looks up at him for a second, confused, but Freeman motions for Hughes to go back to the match, and smirks as he stands there, making no movement, but just watching. Hughes narrows his eyes, and turns...but...WAIT, Spade is on his feet, and Hughes not realizing that Spade would be up so soon, was planted to the ground with a Jonormous Slam from nowhere! 1...2...3!
Phillip: Here is your winner...Jonny Spade!
Freeman smirks once again, and shakes his head, seeming dissapointed, before making his way backstage. Spade looks down at Hughes, perhaps feeling that maybe his win is a little bit marred from the distraction, but deciding to take it anyways. Hughes surely will not be very happy when he awakes...
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Segment: I hate you Freeman... (credit: Jason Freeman, Jonny Hughes)
Backstage, moments after his loss, Hughes is seething. Perhaps the match would have gone a little differently, if a certain Jason Freeman had not made his way out to the stage and caused the distraction. Hughes knows what he’s going to do as soon as he finds him, and so he now storms into the hallway ready to go on the hunt. He doesn’t have to look far, because as soon as he turns the corner, he hears the sound of a slow clap coming from his left. He turns, and there stands Jason Freeman himself. He is leaning against the wall, apparently waiting for Hughes to pass.
Freeman: Hm, very, very nice. So close. A very good match. I really thought you’d have it, but…eh…you can’t win ‘em all.
Hughes looks as if he’s going to attack him as soon as he finishes speaking, but instead he waits. Obviously, Freeman was trying to bait him into assaulting him, and so he doesn’t give him what he wants. He grimaces, and just looks up
Hughes: Well, why don’t you tell me what the big idea is? I’m not exactly sure what your problem is, but if this is about our little talk on Thursday then I suggest you get over it now, because I won’t hesitate to---
Freeman: You’ve got quite the temper. I just came out there to watch your match, and for some reason you felt the need to let yourself get distracted. I recall you talking about who was holding down the Dynasty, and since you seemed to have such a high opinion of yourself I decided to go out there and see what you can do. Needless to say, I was not impressed. A true competitior doesn’t allow distractions outside of the ring to affect his in-ring performance. Perhaps next time you keep your eye on the---
Hughes: You’ve really got some nerve, Freeman. You’re a step away from forcing me to have to deal with you.
Freeman seems to find that remark humorous for some reason.
Freeman: Oh, you might have to DEAL with me, huh? Listen Hughes, I merely wanted to see if you could back up your words.
Hughes: Well I’m starting to want to see YOU back up YOURS.
Freeman: Oh, please. I’m undefeated in 2009 so far.
Hughes: Yes, I suppose that’s true. How many times have you wrestled…twice?
Freeman: Well, I…
Hughes: Hm?
Freeman: Three times...but---
Hughes: Didn't one of those end with you getting smashed over the head with a chair? I think that was my favorite one.
Freeman: Well, I don’t believe you’ve even won ONE match since the beginning of the year. Pathetic. At least I've won every one of mine.
Hughes: Hm…I suppose everybody can get lucky sometimes.
Freeman: And what is that supposed to mean?
Hughes: Well, look, Freeman. Let’s just hope your luck doesn’t run out. I think I might want to watch your next match. You know, just to check it out.
Freeman shrugs, and begins to walk away, before looking back at Hughes and smirking at him, seeming not bothered at all by Hughes’s suggestion.
Freeman: Go right ahead.
And he walks off. Hughes looks after him, clenching his fist now. But then he stops, and just thinks. Most likely envisioning whatever he’s planning to do about this current situation. Freeman may have got one up on him now, but he’s certainly not going to let it stay that way. He has a feeling he’s gonna enjoy Freeman’s next match.
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