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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 12, 2009 16:38:33 GMT -5
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Match 1: Wayde Russeller vs. Josh Robertson
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Match 2:Jack Jefferson vs. AC Evans
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Match 3: Jason Freeman vs. Thunder Train - Tables Match
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Match 4: Dan White vs. Fallen Souls
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Match 5: Jay Zero vs. XS3 - ACW World Title
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 12, 2009 16:39:38 GMT -5
A New Challenger Approaches! Dan White, Josh Robertson There's a buzz around the ACW arena, as Meltdown opens up to a record capacity. The usual fireworks go off and there's a lot of fanfare in the crowd. The camera pans across, allowing the fans to get their 3 seconds of fame, holding up various banners of those that obviously took a lot of time to make, and those that clearly only took a few moments to make, if that. A quick rush job with the paintbrush in the car journey on the way, one might assume.
The cheering explodes into a massive pop, as “Anarchy in the UK” by the Sex Pistols hits, and Dan White marches out. Wearing three quarter length black jeans and a new “Genetically Superior” t-shirt, Dan's obviously out here to make a statement, rather than to have a match. A fight though, is an entirely different matter, as he takes a microphone from one of the ringside technicians, and rolls into the ring. The fans are rife in voice, as Dan allows them to die down, before signalling for his music to be cut.Dan: Right then, last Warfare was not a good night for myself, the Welsh Dragon. I got into a fight with that decrepit little roach Josh Robertson, but it was pulled apart before I was able to make a statement that would have basically told him, and all of ACW that you do not FUCK with me. He pauses, allowing the cheers to emit from the crowd, and they do so in their thousands.Dan: And then not only that, but Commissioner Zero has me removed from the arena. Again. Like he did about five thousand times last month. I mean Zero, I know you managed to defeat me a couple shows back, but at least have the guts to TRY and kick me out of the arena yourself. Getting your little security guard crew to do your dirty work for you just makes you look like a pompous arsehole. Seriously, get off your fucking high horse and act like a World Champion, not like a pussy. Another huge pop from the crowd, as Dan walks around the ring. He's saying what they want to hear, and he's saying it true passion.Dan: So I might have painted the ACW arena in Welsh colours. So what? So the other week I might just happened to have spent money I didn't have and credit it to ACW. So what? I'm going to be making this company all that money back when I headline Omega Effect Five this summer, am I right? He points the microphone out towards the crowd, and it's almost like the Beatles in the USA. They're going crazy for the Welshman.Dan: And it doesn't stop there. I happened to have found a little item which is going to give me absolute diplomatic immunity from ACW. It will basically ensure that I will not leave your television sets, without main eventing your Warfares and showing up your former, washed up, flea-ridden, ho bags, such as the likes of Thunderkiss. Another huge pop goes out for the dig at Thunderkiss, but there's also a confusion as to what the item Dan holds, and to how it might benefit him.Dan: You'll find out what this item is before the end of the night, I promise you. Aww.Dan: But for now, I have two important things to say. First off, you may or may not be happy to know that my second child is due this time next Wednesday, so I'm certainly looking forward to that, and hopefully it'll go just fine. There's cries of “congratulations!” for Dan, who stands there looking pretty overwhelmed almost, that people seem to care so much about him to praise this good news.Dan: The second thing is that although I have a match tonight against one of my oldest foes, that's Fallen Souls, I want to focus on someone else first. More confusion....Dan: Josh Robertson, I'M CALLING YOU OUT!! There's a huge pop as Dan fills his voice with venom and flair, and the whole arena looks forward towards the titantron, expecting Josh Robertson to walk out. We do indeed hear Robertson's voice, but to the boos from the crowd, it comes from backstage, and Robertson is shown seated in a room beamed onto the Titantron.Josh Robertson: Well Dan, so nice of you to call me out tonight. Unfortunately for you however, you will not be see me making my way down the entrance ramp. Not tonight anyway.Heavy boos from the crowd, as he lets out a sly smirk. Dan is about to respond, but Robertson cuts him off before he even has the chance to speak.Josh Robertson: By the way, don't think for a millisecond that it's because I'm scared or frightened of you, Dan. Heh, that couldn't be further from the truth. No, it is because I simply cannot allow myself to be in the same arena as a man who acts the way you do.There's a very large feel of “what the fuck is he talking about?” going on in the room, which Dan chooses to question, and in true Dan style, in a provoking manner.Dan: Listen, mate. I don't know what the FUCK you're talking about, but please enlighten me, you big fag. Robertson laughs at Dan's response, who only looks to be getting even angrier at the rookie.Josh Robertson: Haha, Dan, you just don't get it, do you? You see, you may believe you're one of the most feared men on the roster, and this may be true to some extent with the amount of pathetic people we have, but I can assure you it isn't because of your in-ring prowess. No, that couldn't be further from the truth. It is simply because the way you set out to achieve things is in a borderline criminal way. You possess a mentality in which you are prepared to "do anything" to get what you want, and personally I believe that is dangerous, not only to myself but to other members of the roster.He taps his temple three times.Josh Robertson: Face it, Dan, you're not right in the head! And I'm not prepared to risk my well being by being in the presence of a self proclaimed thug. Dan, you're nothing more than a common thug, inside and outside the ring, and do you really want to know what the sad thing is?! This fans still cheer for you, and chant for you when then should be praising real wresters - people like ME!The boos around the arena are heavily focusing on Robertson, but he just smirks again.Josh Robertson: Oh go on, keep booing! Boo the man who has too much integrity and honesty to step into the ring with a man who will proudly use foreign objects and cheating tactics to a win a match! I have to say, it really does say a lot when you cheer man who has openly admitted to being a thug and has shown no signs of changing. Maybe I shouldn't have even conceived trying to educate you people last week, it's quite clear to me that you don't have a capacity for what's right!The boos are about to drown out Robertson's voice, but Dan comes back in with a quick retaliation.Dan: You wanna talk about honesty? I'm an honest person, Robertson. I don't beating around the bloody bush, all right? And you know what I think? I think you need to learn a bit of respect, and for someone who's as much of a jackass as yourself, the only way you'll be able to learn any is with my foot up your arse. The crowd are quickly responsive, cheering loudly as Robertson shakes his head.Josh Robertson: Dan, try as you might, your foul language and intimidation tactics will not have any effect with me. Now, before I leave, I must inform you that if you even think about interfering in my match with Wayde tonight, security will be on you quicker than a dog on fresh meat. Which in turn, would leave you to be forced to forfeit your match with Fallen Souls tonight. And do you really want that Dan?Dan grimaces at Robertson, but there's no response.Josh Robertson: That's what I thought. Good night and farewell, Dan.There's boos as Robertson smirks, both his ugly face fades off the titantron. Dan shakes his head in disgust, but there's a glimmer in his eye that suggests that Robertson may not have had the last laugh tonight. But at what cost?
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 12, 2009 16:39:55 GMT -5
Credit: Jonny HughesEarlier Today...[/center] We continue our broadcast of Thursday Night Meltdown in the personal gymnasium of “Spitfire” Jonny Hughes. Being a man who takes his craft seriously his gym is filled with all kinds of weight benches, cardiovascular workout machines and even a full sized ring right in the center which is where we find our man Jonny Hughes at this time. Hughes is dressed in a standard set of workout clothes, a pair of black sweatpants, a plain black t-shirt, and is stood facing a man who appears to be his sparring partner. Hughes eyes the man with great intent and is stood in a ready position...waiting for his opponent to make his move. The sparring partner makes a sudden movement and goes for Hughes’ right leg in an attempt at a takedown but Hughes is one step ahead of his opponent and elegantly sidesteps the takedown attempt before effortlessly executing a Gannosuke pinning clutch, both Hughes and the man roll out of the hold and begin to spar again, this time it is Hughes who makes the first move by locking his opponent in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, Hughes then quickly applies a wristlock on his sparring partner who struggles under the strength of the hold, he then quickly tries to roll out of the hold but Hughes applies pressure to the wrist in mid-roll and leaps into the air, wrapping his legs around the opponents arm and applying the Hughes Special in the process. The sparring partner quickly yields to the hold and the pair roll back through to their feet and are about to go toe-to-toe again when the door to the gymnasium swings open and Brian Bravado steps into the room. Bravado is dressed in a horrific Hawaiian shirt, a pair of cargo shorts, some bright orange flip-flops and his trademark aviator sunglasses. Judging from his garish attire and the tan that is edging on sunburn it is safe to assume that Bravado’s lack of presence in recent weeks can be attributed to some kind of vacation. When he spots Hughes he smirks for a second before walking over to ringside.Hughes: Look what the cat dragged in. Someone put a couple of bricks on top of the sunbed?Bravado’s wide grin quickly disappears from his face and he removes his sunglasses, revealing the rather ridiculous tan lines he’s acquired on his holiday. Hughes bursts out laughing whilst Bravado grimaces.Bravado: Yeah laugh it up champ.Hughes: Good vacation?Bravado: Well, it was all going great, I was sipping on sangria by the pool, hitting on the bikini clad ladies...all in all having a great time...until one night when I walked into a sports bar that was showing Ragnarok, in fact they were showing your match. You remember it? The one where you lost? And then the next week I saw Meltdown...where you lost.Hughes’ expression quickly changes as his recent losses are being painfully brought back up.Bravado: Looks like I’ve got your attention. You see, I knew I had to come back and change things. Neither of us can afford to be associated with losing, it’s not good for business. Do you honestly think that your constant losses are going to help the Jonny Hughes brand?Hughes: Brian, you know I don’t care about ‘the Jonny Hughes brand’.Bravado: Well I do. It’s my job to care about the Jonny Hughes brand, that’s why you hired me and I gotta level with you champ. Business isn’t going well and it’s gonna get worse if people tune in to see you being somebody’s bitch week in week out.BAM! Now Bravado has Hughes’ full attention. Jonny stares directly at his agent with a look in his eyes that hasn’t been seen since he was at war with Jake Steele, his brow furrows and his nostrils flare as the rage builds within him. Bravado spots that his harsh words are lighting a fire under his client and continues.Bravado: And you know what the worst part of it is? You’re being made to look like a little bitch by people like Jason Freeman.Hughes: I am not Freeman’s bitch.Bravado: Really? Because all this whining is kinda making you look and sound like a bitch.Hughes: I...AM..NOT..FREEMAN’s BITCH!... I...AM...NOT...FREEMAN’S...BITCH!Bravado: Yeah you are.Both Brian Bravado and Hughes’ training partner share a laugh as Hughes’ temper rises.Hughes: AAAAARRGGGGHH!!! Hughes snaps and slaps his training partner hard in the face, sending the smaller man crashing to the mat as Brian Bravado laughs maniacally at ringside. Hughes is stood over his training partner and, he stares at the fallen man as he clutches his face in agony and his breathing returns to a normal level. It appears as though Hughes has calmed down as the man rises onto one knee but it’s all the calm before the storm as Hughes quickly rushes the ropes and hits the man square in the side of the temple with a sick Rebound Yakuza Kick. Bravado cackles at ringside as the man falls motionless to the mat, he starts to walk towards the door and motions for Hughes to come with him. Hughes calmly rolls out of the ring, leaving his training partner unconscious in the center of it, and the pair head towards the door.Bravado: Now that’s more like it baby! That’s the Spitfire that sells t-shirts...that’s the Spitfire that people pay to see...but most importantly that’s the Spitfire that people fear.Hughes nods in agreement and both Bravado and he cast a glance over at the damage he has caused to his training partner.Bravado: ...Should we call an ambulance or something?Hughes: Fuck it...he’ll be fine in a couple of hours. We’ve got more important things to be doing. Like what I’m gonna do to Freeman...Brian...let’s talk strategy.Fade ================================================================================================== “The Good Samaritan” Credit: Yoko Satoshi, Thunderkiss [Just a few minutes ago, his life came to an end - or so Danny Mainer thought. After giving TK a second grin that reaches from ear to ear, Mainer has scattered from the scene of the crime not wishing to implicate himself as a suspect. While he and his “other” were confident that the Thunderman’s heart has ceased beating, this early exit will come back and haunt them both for certainty. A veil has cast itself over TK’s world and he feels himself slipping away from his body. Alarmed at first, he feels abnormally tranquil and peaceful about the entire ordeal. He comes to the conclusion that where ever he is going is most definitely better than where he is at and thus gives into his fate - almost. As the last piece of his soul flows from his body, thoughts of Danny Mainer’s glee strike it back down. Slowly it pulls itself back inward not wanting to leave this Earth with unfinished business left undone.] Thunderkiss: He... He. .... .lp ... M..e. [The pain is executing. He would scream an ear piercing roar if he could but his body shoots that down at first thought. Every body system within the confines of his skin shuts down, including his mind, all to do one thing: survive. He hasn’t long and lucky for him, he wont have long to wait. In a miraculous nature he is discovered by the most unlikely of good Samaritans.] Yuki Satoshi: Oh my gosh hold on! [For reasons known only to her, Yuki stands before Thunderkiss as if she was destined to be here at this very moment in time. Yuki reaches down and ties a torn part of her attire around his neck to keep his wound tightly mended. A call is placed for help and now it is a matter of patience. As they wait, she takes his head and places it within her lap and strokes the side of his cheek affectionately with her index finger.] Yuki Satoshi: I need you to not be dead! It's very important to both of us that you not be dead! [He would agree, if only he could hear her soft voice whispering into his ear. Instead he hears that of another, one whom he thought he’d never hear again. He opens his eyes and whiteness becomes him. A faint outline of the one holding him appears and comes into focus with a few blinks. Holding him is not Yuki, but rather someone whom held him when he first set foot upon the Earth.] Thunderkiss: Mom?Cynthia Joseph: My son. I missed you. Thunderkiss: Where am I?! Cynthia Joseph: Welcome to the afterlife, Aiden. I’m sorry you have arrived so soon, but I’m so glad. I’m so glad we could be together again. [TO BE CONTINUED]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 12, 2009 16:40:13 GMT -5
Segment: Why I oughta.... Credit: Dave Shadow
As we cut backstage after the commercial break, Charlotte King walks down the ACW hallways, microphone in hand and on the prowl for someone to interview. As she does so, a door opens at the far end of the hallway; Dave Shadow steps in through the door, the cold winter wind on his back. He’s dressed up really well, in a big warm coat, hat, scarf and gloves. He carries a gym bag over his shoulder, with the Entertainment title belt hanging over it. As he closes the door behind him, he looks up just in time to spot King making his way towards him. They both stop and look at each other, as Dave blushes. He puts his head down and tries to head past him. Not that she’s going to let him of course...
King: Dave? Quick word?
Dave: Can’t King, I’m busy.
King: Busy? Doing what?
Dave walks by her but she starts following him. He tries to think of something, anything to say but to no avail. He shrugs...
Dave: Fair enough, I’m not busy. In fact, I’ve got the night off.
King: And you’re still here?
Dave: Of course. What type of superstar would I be if I didn’t scout the competition when I get the chance?
King: Well then, so long as you’re here....
Dave: Where’s Cole? Cole interviews me.
King: I don’t know. Somewhere. But since I’m here now....
Dave: Fine fine fine. Shoot.
King: Last week, you lost your match to Jack Jefferson....
Dave: Jesus, I lost by disqualification. There is an asterisk there.
King: By DQ. But he still won.
Dave: Yes he did and believe me, I’m not impressed. But that’s life I guess. You win some, you lose some and sometimes when you lose, its by means outside your control.
The two reach a door to a dressing room. Dave opens it and heads inside, King following after him, determined not to let him escape. Dave puts his bag and title belt down on a bench, before starting to take off his warm winter clothes.
King: So you’re not still mad at Spade? You know he’s not here tonight right?
Dave walks towards the corner.
Dave: Yes I know that, in fact he’s not here because he is cleaning up the mess Jack caused at his place as for what I’m gonna do to him. . . I’ll show you what I'm going to do about Spade....
Dave picks up a folding chair in the corner and starts to walk back towards King. She looks slightly nervous, as Dave has a somewhat crazy look in his eye...
King: Eh Dave? You going to do something with the chair.
Dave: Oh yeah! I’m going to take this chair....
He grabs it with both hands and pulls back, looking ready to swing it. King squirms, but instead of swinging it, Dave opens it up. He walks over to a TV monitor in a corner, and puts the chair down in front of it. He presses a button on the monitor and walks back over to his gym bag. He opens it up and takes out a large bag of popcorn and a big bottle of Coca Cola.
Dave: ...and I’m going to sit back and enjoy the show.
King: Oh.
Dave: I already told you. Despite the fact I’ve got the night off, I still plan on scouting talent here tonight. As Entertainment Champion, I’ve got to be ready to take on all comers and that means I’ve got to know every possible opponent here in ACW
King: So what about Spade then?
Dave: What about him? You heard him say last week that his problem wasn’t with me. Am I pissed he interfered in my match last week? Of course. But I understand why he did it. He wants his rematch with Jefferson, so off with him. He’s none of my concern. What IS my concern is defending my title, and I’ve already issued a challenge to someone for next week. Jack and Jonny can rip each other apart for all I care.
King: Wait! So Jack isn’t getting a title shot?
Dave opens the big bottle of Coca Cola and takes a giant swig.
Dave: God, that’s good. I love Coca Cola.
King: Product Placement >_>
Dave: <_<
King: .....ANYWAY, why isn’t Jack getting a title shot when he beat you?
Dave: As I said, him and Spade obviously have some problems to sort out. When he can sort that whole situation out, he can have a title shot. Until then, I’m keeping my nose out of it. I’ve got to focus on defending my championship. Now, is there anything else? Looking at this monitor, it would appear as if the camera is still rolling and as long as that’s happening, I’m stuck with a picture of me talking to you watching a monitor with a picture of me talking to you watching a monitor....well, you get the point.
King: Can’t wait to see how Jefferson feels about that but be it on your head.
King shrugs and heads out of the room. Dave watches her leave, tilting his head to enjoy the view. As she walks out the door, Mickey Cole walks in, microphone in hand. Dave looks at him with his eyebrows raised...
Dave: Cole.
Cole: Hey Dave. I’m here to record an interview for the show.
Dave: Tough luck, I just did one with King.
Cole: You what? You...and her....together....Oh my God! I can’t believe you Dave! I can’t believe you’d do it with another woman! That was our special thing!
Cole turns and heads out the door, some sobs being heard echoing down the hallway. Dave looks in to space, with a “What the Fuck just happened?” look on his face. He shakes his head, before opening his bag of popcorn and turning his attention back on the monitor.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 12, 2009 16:41:21 GMT -5
Segment: The Golden Sacrifice? Credit: Wayde
We go into the back where medics are rushing down the hall ways. A dark figure walks in the same direction looking around at the chaos around us.
In his head he tries to figure out what is going on as the sounds of sirens can now be heard and security along with more medics rush past.
He looks down and realizes there is a stream of blood going down the hall way. It appears that a body has been dragged bleeding down this hall. A single bloody hand print runs along the upper part of the wall, the man dragging had been trying to get his balance.
Wayde walks out of the hall and into the garage and even his jaw sinks down. The medics and security all look at Wayde as he stares at the body. The camera follow the bloody bath to the wall in across the way in the garage. It follows it up the wall to a man hanging down from the top.
They follow the body all the way up to the face. Through a bloody mess, his face can just barely be made out. It's former ACW superstar The Golden Boy. Then Wayde and the camera man see why everyone is staring at him. Across his chest is a single saying....
The Faith.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 12, 2009 16:41:55 GMT -5
Segment: Revenge is a dish best served to a train (Credit: XS3/Train)
As we cut to the hallway of the ACW arena, we see Thunder Train preparing for his match against Jason Freeman. Zero is not at his side at the present moment as Train begins shadowboxing and stretching to get ready to throw Freeman through a table. As he continues his trek down the halls, he casually pauses and begins sniffing the air.
Train: Smells like teen spir-..no...lasagna…
Train's gastronomic instincts take over from there and he follows the apparent scent of lasagna. He finally approaches the sight. Sure enough, sitting right in front of Train is a plate of lasagna. Train suddenly realizes the catch: the plate is underneath a box elevated by a stick with a piece of string tied to it. Train looks over and sees the other end of the string in the garbage can before he subsequently facepalms and shakes his head.
Train: XS3, you dumbass… You think I'll fall for this? The Train is smarter than the average bear.
Within seconds, Train goes over to the trashcan and uses his strength to lift it up over his head. Train spins around with the trashcan and does some lifts to show off before taking a running start and tossing the can right through a nearby window with a mighty roar, sending glass shattering everywhere. Train then dusts his hands off before going over to the plate of lasagna and picking it up with one hand.
Train: Now to warm up for the match…
Train sees a nearby fork and shrugs before grabbing the plate with both hands. Before he can slide the food down his throat, a figure appears from behind the shattered window! The figure is revealed to be XS3 as he tosses a chair towards Train, causing the plate to hit him in the face and sending lasagna into his mush among other various places on his face.
Train: AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! IT BURNS! BUT IT'S SO GOOD! OM NOM NOM
XS3 then dusts the glass off of him and randomly tosses some money over to the can. XS3 then steps over the frame and sizes up his prey. With no one in his way to stop him, XS3 lunges forward and nails Train with the Shadow Step, sending the big man down to the ground with a loud THUD! XS3 stands up and smirks at the fallen Train.
XS3: Good luck with your match… James. Heh…
XS3 then spins on his heels and walks off while the camera catches a shot of Train writhing on the ground in pain. With his revenge against Train cemented, XS3 now must inflict punishment on Jay Zero. The camera then pans over to the frame, where it is revealed that Gary was hiding in the trashcan all along. Gary sighs and softly rolls out of the can, collecting his money along the way, before an official stops by and helps him up.
Gary: I'm getting too old for this shit.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 12, 2009 16:42:11 GMT -5
Segment: Objection! (Credit: Train/Steele) We open inside of a courthouse. Various people are talking about the next case and Thunder Lawyer and Thunder Train sit and plan their approach to their almost impossible to win case. What nobody sees is a boom box set up near the entrance. A hand reaches out and presses a button.MONEY
MONEY
MONEY
MONEY
CAKE!
[/size] ...I need da' cake nigga...[/center] Jake Steele then appears from the doorway with a bunch of cheerleaders next to him. Everyone turns around and face palms as he makes his entrance. He slaps the hands of a few people in the...crowd...I guess for this then opens the swinging door...thing...then sits down. Voice: All rise for the honorable Judge Phillip Banks. Judge Banks walks out and sits down at his seat. Everyone else sits then Judge Banks goes over some paperwork then looks up at Jake Steele. Judge Banks: Mr. Steele, I've noticed that you don't see to have an attorney for this, I assume you will represent yourself? Steele - Nah, my lawyer is Johnny Cochran.[/color] Everyone in the court room laughs.Judge Banks: Mr. Steele, Johnnie Cochran has been dead for 4 years. Steele - What? Nah man, he's right here next to me.[/color] Judge Banks: O......k.... Since I cannot see your lawyer, you will have to speak for him. Do you have an opening statement Mr. Steele. Steele turns to his right and whispers something then listens in. He thinks he is actually talking to Johnnie Cochran. He stands up and approaches the jury. Steele - Thank you your honor. Now ladies and gentlemen of da jury, I have been in front of you many, many times and I have not once lied to you. But dat nig-man, is a liar! [/COLOR] Train: OBJECTION!Judge Banks: On what grounds? Train: Um....ACW Island...I think that's where we are, right?Judge Banks: No, I mean why are you objecting? Train: Oh that wasn't me, that was my DS, playing Ace Attorney, sorry.Steele - As I was sayin', dis man has stolen from me, over a million dollars! Dat money should be mine son, not Iron Gut ova' there, ya dig jury? And to prove dat I Lov-Want my Money back, during dis trial I will show various charts, papers and pie graphs--[/COLOR] Train: MMM...pie.Steele - --Dat will reveal how he took all my money... money![/color] Judge Banks: Alright, Thunder Lawyer, would you like to say something. Thunder Lawyer: Yes your honor. My client has done nothing wrong here. And during this trial, I will counter point Jake Steele with my own charts, papers and pie-- Train: I'm getting hungrier now...Thunder Lawyer: --graphs. Judge Banks: Would you like to call your first witness? Thunder Lawyer: The defense calls VH1 Executive, Derek Ihaveabonerforerealityshows to the stand. The VH1 executive stands up and approaches the stand. He does the "You swear to tell the truth and only" blah blah blah stuff then sits down. Thunder Lawyer: Now, Mr. Bonerforrealityshows, is it true that a few months ago you signed both Jake Steele and Thunder Train to a contract to VH1 for a show called Steele Train of Love? Derek: Yes. Thunder Lawyer: And isn't it true that you later had a fallout with both men? Derek: Yes, the VH1 Staff did. Thunder Lawyer: And when a deal was attempted to be reached for these men to have the rights to the show, Jake Steele was present, correct? Derek: Yes. Thunder Lawyer: So if Jake Steele wanted to see the contract before he signed it, he could have. You see members of the jury, Jake Steele is to blame here. He had a perfect chance to see what was going to happen, but he blew it off. No further questions your honor. Judge Banks: Mr. Steele would you like to cross-examine? Steele - ...NO FURTHER QUESTIONS DAMNIT![/COLOR] Steele stands up and bangs the gavel of the Judge multiple times. Judge Banks then calls for a recess over the recent actions and a straight jacket for Steele. This case is just heating up, but we will have to wait to see the final outcome next time.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 12, 2009 16:42:28 GMT -5
Segment: Cut the Box, Make it Die. (Credit: FSX)
There is alot of misery in this world, more then there often should be. Whether it is a direct result of current times, or the ongoing dependence people have with hunting down and obtaining their happiness of the past, no matter what sacrifice they may have to make to do so...In a sense, desperation and madness owns the current state of the world, and there is no one safe from this onslaught of insecurity. Fortunately, the world isn't one that is directly and substantially bonded to reality anymore. Many have been able to make their escape to fantasy and become delirious with joy. This is usually done through the help of narcotics, or the strongest of minds raping itself for an opportunity to once again breathe. Whatever the case, those that successfully evade reality are known to never be able to return to it. But what of those trapped in limbo, unsure just where they will awake when it is all said and done? Why, it's simple.
Those people simply suffer the forgotten pain of those that have successfully escaped, the forgotten pain of those that have overcome their need for fantasy, and the dire pain that they have always held with them. That is the one and only explanation for the small smile upon the face of Fallen Souls. Despite the fact he had quite the night ahead of him, and had a match to get ready for later on in the evening, he was unable to get up. No, in contrast all he could do was slouch down, his head lowered as he smiled so serenely, and remain trapped, situated in that spot with no desire of freedom apparent. He had either given up, or decided to try being dead out for awhile. Maybe that would cheer him up.
FSX: Now is not the time to be thinking...to have any kind of thoughts at all. But moving isn't really an option either...so where does that leave me?
Grimacing and letting out a groan as he pushed himself back up tot he wall and gazed out in amusement, almost a bit surprised to find that he had actually been sitting outside of the arena all the while. Regardless he made no attempt to stand and actually make his way into the building, to get ready for his match...or even to meet with the man that wanted to crush his bones to dust for cheap laughs. He had no interest in any of it.
FSX: So then, what am I supposed to do now? Just sit around here until someone feels enough pity for me to allow doctors to shove my brain into their body? Hmm..I bet that would work, but it probably wouldn't be worth it. I mean, I'm only in mind numbing pain, I don't want to end up an overweight failed doctor as well. That would just be silly.
Rambling or not, it didn't seem that Fallen cared much of being cohesive, looking up and around the general area slowly, trying to spot someone or anyone in the area as no one seemed to come to view.
FSX: Ah fuck...I'm stuck here, aren't I? No one is going to come and save me now. I can't get up without collapsing..I ruined my body with some drugs to not feel it, and now I'm lazier then fucking Gooey Garth. This is embarrassing.
Hesitating for a moment, he would let out a lofty sigh and slowly start to try and push his weight back to the wall, grimacing quite a bit and clearly suffering to an extent as he slowly pushed himself up to his feet, almost immediately leaning the entirety of his weight forward in an attempt to alleviate the pain, only to almost fold into himself and collapse back to the ground. After a few moments of struggling with himself, however, he manages to control his body enough to at least stand there, laughing softly to himself as he swayed back and forth a bit.
FSX: I always did have the best posture, didn't I? This is great. I can stand the fuck up and swing myself around like a stupid bastard, trapped stationary. I don't even know how I fucking got here! Am I even myself anymore? Because if this is me I'm truly pitiful. I gave up a chance of living a normal life in order to tear myself to shreds within a two week period? Even fucking rock stars last longer then that...
Shifting a bit in an attempt to make a step forward and actually progress his way into the building he wouldn't make any progress. Almost immediately falling and pressing into the wall he had been slouched against not a moment sooner, he would be rather quick to move a hand to grip onto his side tightly. Coughing softly as he clutched onto his ribs for the moment, he would soon sigh softly and collapse down to a knee, clearly starting to surrender.
FSX: It won't matter soon..I'm half way there now, right? All I have to do is get the drugs back, continue killing myself in the process and likely suffering relapses of insanity in the process, and then beat up that douchebag that coerced me into all of this, before finally collapsing under my own brilliance and dying peacefully in a pile of my own filth. That sounds about right for me, meets my standards of living quite well.
Woman: Your an idiot, Fallen.
Not even bothering to look up as he heard a voice now in his presence, Fallen would only shake his head as if he already knew as the camera panned to show the same woman that had come to bother him on Warfare, notably more disconnected then their last encounter.
FSX: Hm..? Oh, so your talking to me? Your not very good at being angry with men, are you? You should really work on that, it would probably stop the world from slamming it into you so often.
Andy: Fuck you. I'm not here for your benefit right now, even if I know you need me to be...
Freezing for a moment, he would grit his teeth and force himself to turn to face her, soon managing a smile as he looked to her for a moment. She never could give up on him, could she? That's just the signs of a naive person.
FSX: Oh mercy...then please, tell me what other reason you could possibly have for coming all of this way to see me?
Andy: All this way..? I live right over there. You can see into the house from here and everything.
Shifting a bit to take a look in the direction that she pointed, seeming a bit surprised to see the house in clear view of the arena he would quickly scoff at that, clearly beginning to fill with a bit of adrenaline as he tried to motion himself back to stand a few times without any pain upon his face.
FSX: ....Shut up. Why the fuck are you here if your not going to try unsuccessfully to help me? I don't really feel up listening to you tell me that you told me so or any of that shit right now, so I expect a damned good reason.
Andy: It's simple. Your friend is pretty dead.
FSX: ...Who?
Andy: I believe his name is Thunderkiss or something.
A frown crossing his face for a moment as he slowly was able to pull himself up to his feet now upon hearing this, his body struggling to stumble toward her as he looked almost as a drunk would at this point as she took a step back away from him.
FSX: My, someone must be paying you to come and pay these visits to me if your so emotionally connected to the situation that you refuse to use our real names on television. How odd...Anyway, where is he? What happened? Take me there.
Andy: He's going to die alone if you don't find your own way there, because I won't take you. It's not my problem...Your right, I'm not connected to this situation. I don't care about you anymore, Xavier. Your a terrible person, and you deserve to die alone. I mean it, too.
Words stinging like a sort of dagger situating itself in the already open wounds around his body, he would only be able to stare in shock as she didn't waste a moment walking away from him, not even turning her head once to see if he was still looking...Could she really not care about him anymore? Blinded for the moment with the various emotions flooding through his body he would grip his fists lightly, an appearance of enraged sadness upon his face for a moment as he doesn't even seem to notice collapsing to his knees, and soon falling down face first, shuddering a moment as he laid there and seemed to take a better realization of his state.
FSX: ...Figures.
Closing his eyes for a moment as he let out a sigh, he would lay quite still for a few moments. Simply a dramatic ending to a scene? Perhaps...but the camera seemed to make an odd motion as a few came to check on him for the moment, soon panning to the moon in the sky as some conversation was heard of his state...the outcome rather unclear. Has the line between reality and fantasy finally snapped?
Fade to black.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 12, 2009 16:42:41 GMT -5
Match 1: Wayde Russeller vs. Josh Robertson--One Fall to a Finish
The new darker persona of Wayde Russeller made his return to the ring, this time in singles action against the man who ended Jake Cheng’s career in Josh Robertson. Both men entered this match willing to put a hurtin’ on the other to get the elusive W. This match was an interesting mix of two different styles trying to accomplish the same means, Wayde looking to pummel Josh into submission, while Josh looking to lock in a submission to pummel his opponent.
The Beginning[/u]
Josh Robertson came to the ring first, as Maxwell McNally and “Fast” Eddie Edison hyped the man who had defeated Jake Cheng in his last match at Ragnarok. Wayde Ruseller came down to the ring as the commentators commented on the shocking turn in personality, from upholding the law, to being complicit in the plans of A.C. Evans. The two squared off and engaged in a collar and elbow tie up. Russeller tried to overpower Robertson into the corner, but Josh ducked down and took the back of Russeller. Robertson tried to German Wayde, but he tucked the foot behind Josh and blocked the suplex before firing a rear elbow that caught Robertson write in the skull. Wayde reached up and quickly took Josh too the canvas with a falling neck breaker for a count of one. Wayde got to his feet and stomped Robertson once before he pulled him to his feet and flung him into the far corner. Three devastating shoulder blocks left Robertson gasping for breath, Wayde picks Robertson up out of the corner and walks out before planting him with a side slam spin buster that garnered a two count. Wayde got up and stood over his fallen foe, and mockingly hit him with an open handed slap. This was the wrong move however as it noticeably infuriated Robertson and led to him stealing the momentum Wayde had previously.
The Middle
Wayde pulled Robertson to his feet, a smug grin on his face. Josh however punched Wayde in the gut, breaking his grasp and his unbridled intensity came out. Robertson fired a wicked European uppercut that knocked Wayde back. Josh grabbed Wayde and fired him across the ring into the ropes and took him down with a knee lift on the rebound turning him inside out. As Wayde got up Josh grabbed him and hit him with Pure Concentration, delivering three snap suplexes in rapid succession almost ending the match was Wayde was barely able to get his shoulder up at two. Robertson immediately got up and pulled Wayde to his feet before connecting with a stiff knife edge chop that immediately turned the white flesh of Wayde’s chest pink. A second big chop sent Wayde stumbling around in a circle clutching his chest and as he turned back towards Wayde Russeller and took him down with a massive clothesline for another two count. Robertson could sense victory was nigh and quickly went to try and lock in the The Purfier but Wayde would have none of it scissoring his legs to knock off one hand and rolling towards the ropes and holding on for dear life. Josh came in and stomped Wayde three times before the referee got between him and called for a clean break.
The End[/b]
The clean break allowed Wayde Russeller a chance to catch his breath and as he got to his feet Josh tried to hit with a toe kick to the mid section, but Wayde blocked it catching a hold of the leg. Wayde threw the leg away and as Josh tried to keep his balance Wayde cracked him with a rolling elbow to the side of the head, crumpling him. Wayde hooked the leg and bobbed his head as the referee counted the fall. 1...2...Just as the hand fell for the third time Josh was able to kick out prolonging the match. Wayde rolled off of Josh and waited for him, ready to end him with the Southern Justice. Robertson got to his feet, still clutching his skull after the elbow. Wayde looked to hit a toe kick on Robertson, but he blocked it and shot looking for a single leg. Wayde tried to fend it off and appeared to be successful until Robertson lifted him into the air, looking for some form of modified suplex. Wayde however had other ideas dropping over the top and looking to sunset flip Robertson. Robertson however rolled through the flip and as he came out, he had Wayde locked into The Purifier. Wayde struggled as he tried to reach the ropes but the un relenting grip of Josh Robertson proved too much for Wayde Russeller, who was forced to tap out like others before him did to the devastating submission hold.
The Winner[/u]
By submission due to the Purifier…Josh Robertson[/u][/center]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 12, 2009 16:52:21 GMT -5
Segment: Credit: Josh Robertson, Wayde Russeller
The scene opens up with Josh Robertson being seen making his way through the arena having just responded to Dan White's callout. Robertson hears a voice from behind him and turns around to see what it is. Seeing absolutely nothing but an empty hallway he turns around to carry on only to walk straight into a man. ?: Hello there, Joshua.
Standing there is none other than Wayde Russeller, or whatever he goes by these days. Wearing long black trench coat, a black cowboy hat, black trousers and black boots he seems to be taking the cowboy from hell gimmick seriously. Robertson has to blink and rub his eyes to make sure what he is actually seeing is real. Josh Robertson: Wow, someone's living in a dream world. I think you've been watching too many best of undertaker videos, Wayde.
Wayde Russeller: I am not the one living in a dream world, Joshua. I am living in the REAL word. The world of salvation.
Josh Robertson: Well, if I'm honest, it sounds like a cheap rip off of my goal of purification.
Russeller's eyes narrow, he takes a step forward towards Robertson. Wayde Russeller: Do not dare to compare our way of life to your mere hate campaign. It is our resonsibility to ensure that life is appreciated as it should be...
Josh Robertson: And if it isn't, what then, cowboy?
Wayde Russeller: Then those people are punished as they should - by forfeiting the right they have for taken granted.
Josh Robertson: Like that guy they found earlier? What was his name? TGB?
Wayde: The Golden Boy was full of vanity however my good sir, I had nothing to do with that. I could be convinced to sacrifice you though, if you keep the sinful mouth of yours moving.
Josh Robertson: And I could be convinced to slap some sense into you if you threaten me again.
Wayde: Well it sounds like we should put your purification against my salvation. What do you say?
Josh Robertson: I say your on. I'm going to teach you what wrestling is all about. Maybe I'll even do you a favor and snap you back to reality.
Wayde goes to respond but it is too late. Josh Robertson walks off before Wayde could another word in. Wayde clenches his fist and grimaces.Fade
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 12, 2009 16:52:33 GMT -5
Stamps Aplenty Dan White We fade in, and there's a lot of commotion going on, once again in Ginger's Office, ad we almost expect Jake Steele or XS3 to be having a go at Commissioner Jay Zero. But as the camera fades in, we unexpectedly, and the the fans' surprise elatedly witness Dan White, again in Zero's Office, and again unsupervised. He was mentioning an object that he managed to find earlier on in the show, and it appears apparent that he seems to have found it, as he reads aloud a document, with a cheery tone.Dan: Oh, should Dan White be entitled to a company car whenever he pleases? Why, Mr. Gingerdude's signature appears right here! *STAMP*
It's apparent what he has: a stamp of Gingerdude's signature. A item where, in the wrong things, could lead to great disaster. And this appears the case with Dan as he merrily stamps things in this favour. But the crowd are lapping it up, cheering loudly as Dan continues to stamp things to what he sees fit.Dan: Hmm, what's this? An office RIGHT NEXT DOOR to the curtain? I could dig that! So long, Senator! More cheers, partly for Senator's name, and partly because Dan sees such little botherance in potentially causing a rut between the two. And yet Dan continues.Dan: Free tickets to Omega Effect for anyone who is given this contract? Well bearing in mind I'll be main evENTING the show.... Brief pop for the confidence.Dan: I guess this can go out to the fans! Another large pop as Dan smirks, stamping away at the form. He then comes across another form, and pauses, carefully reading this one.Dan: ...HMMMMM....Seems like Gingerdude hasn't bothered to ever throw out his trash! Well we can sort this out. He grabs a fountain pen from the pen holder, and begins scribbling doodlings onto the letter. Once finished, he stamps the letter, smirking, holding the letter up to the camera.There's another large pop as Dan continues to smirk, pretty much guaranteeing him a title shot whenever he pleases.Dan: Now then Zero, you better be watching your back....heheh..... Fade Out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 12, 2009 16:53:14 GMT -5
“Welcome to Purgatory. Enjoy Your Stay” Credit: Thunderkiss [One second he was locked in a battle to save his life, the next he is back at his childhood home in Las Vegas, his dead mother by his side. While this may seem bizarre to any normal individual, one must remember that when you deal with possession, demons, angles and energy drinks made from people, this is just another day at the office. Putting one and one together to make two, he takes an educated guess about his current whereabouts and hopes he is wrong though a small piece of him wishes for the opposite.] Thunderkiss: So this is Heaven? I always thought it would be more white. And cloudy. Cloudy and white. This kinda looks like our old house. How lame. I want my money back!Cynthia Joseph: It isn’t and is. Yes, this is our old house but no, this is not Heaven - Thunderkiss *interrupting*: Can’t say that I’m not surprised. I always figured I’d take the big plunge. You. This house. If this isn’t hell I don’t know what is.Cynthia Joseph: Aiden, I thought we made amends before my death. If you don’t know by now that I am truly sorry about - Thunderkiss *interrupting*: Yeah, yeah. I know, Mom. I have forgiven you, but the final fifteen minutes of your life doesn’t magically erase my entire childhood just like that, you know.Cynthia Joseph: Fair enough. Well then, don’t hold it against me if I told you that you were incorrect again. This isn’t hell, Aiden, this is purgatory. Thunderkiss: Purga-WHAT?Cynthia Joseph: Purgatory is where spirits wait until they are judged. In fact - Thunderkiss *interrupting*: They wait in our old house? Well, that makes perfect sense, Mom. Cynthia Joseph *rubbing forehead*: See?! This is the very reason why I pushed you away. You never, EVER listened and constantly interrupted me in EVERY - SINGLE - CONVERSATION! Now do you think I can talk now, Aiden? Thunderkiss: Well, I guess we both have all the time in the world now so go right ahead, mother.Cynthia Joseph: Watch-your-tone! If you would shut your damn mouth for two seconds then you would know that in purgatory your surroundings depend on the will of your consciousness. If you want to live in your own home, you can. If you want to go to New York City, you can be in New York City with just a thought. The physical world matches this one and vice versa. Sometimes they even cross a bit, which those one the other side call the “paranormal.” Thunderkiss: You mean ghosts? Cynthia Joseph: If you wish to call us that, then so be it. Thunderkiss: Cool! Alright, so let me get this straight. I close my eyes, click my heels together and then all of a sudden - BLAM! - I’m there?Cynthia Joseph: Simply thinking it would be sufficient. Thunderkiss: SWEET ASS! Oh man, where should I go first?! THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS! The Playboy Mansion? Megan Fox’s panties? Alicia’s shower? You know what is better than a naked chick? One with massive boobs that squirt milk, I’ll tell you what! Cynthia Joseph: You make your mother proud. Thunderkiss: Ah, who am I trying to kid. I was fucking sliced like a bitch by Danny Mainer and now I’m sure everyone in A.C.W. is laughing at me. I mean, it was Danny Mainer. Why wouldn’t they?! What a shitty way to go out. And I thought my last breaths would always be epic. I NEED to hit something or I will never enjoy looking at all that delicious, naked ass. Luckily for me, I know just the place![Thunderkiss closes his eyes and prepares to catch the red eye out of Purgatory’s version of Las Vegas. Before he goes, his mother cannot help feeling the tickle of days past in her memory. It wasn’t that long ago he used to do this to her on a constant basis and for a chuckle she blurts out - ] Cynthia Joseph: For old times sake, be back before ten, Aiden. Thunderkiss: And for old times sake, fuck off, Mom![FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 12, 2009 16:53:35 GMT -5
Match 2:Jack Jefferson vs. AC Evans
Will be posted when recived.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 12, 2009 16:53:58 GMT -5
Segment: Believe! Credit: Dave Shadow As we come back from commercial break, it appears as if someone has decided to commission a hype video for one of ACW’s fastest rising superstars. The camera fades in from black to show an empty arena, set up for a wrestling event. Well. Empty, except for one person who sits up in the stands, a fair distance away from the ring. The camera cuts to a close up of the man who sits with his legs up on the chair in front of him, leaning forward and clutching the Entertainment Championship title in both hands.
Dave Shadow stares at the title, little emotion on his face. A voice over talks over the scene; the voice of Dave himself. I’ve worked so hard for this championship. Four months I’ve been in ACW now, and this title always seemed to be just out of my reach. Four pay per view shows. Four title shots. Wayde. American Made. Chris Williams. The men who constantly stood in my way and tried their hardest to prevent me from reaching my goal. But in the end, they failed to stop me.
And yet, the win seems so bitter sweet. The title is tainted.
I won it when it was vacated and striped from the champion. Does that make me less of a champion? Does that mean I don’t truly deserve it? These are my worries. These are the thoughts that keep me up at night. But then, these are also the thoughts that drive me.
Despite the fact I am the Entertainment Champion, I feel I still have something to achieve. I still have something to prove. I have to prove to the other superstars, to the fans and most importantly to myself that I deserve to hold this championship title and wear it over my shoulder. I don’t know how long that will take. I don’t know how I could ever possibly achieve that. I don’t even know if its at all possible. But does that mean I shouldn’t try?
This title is like a target which has been plastered around my waist and on my back, waiting for the knifes to start ploughing in to it. And while this may be too much pressure for some to handle, for me, it provides a huge motivation. This title, this desire to prove myself....it drives me. And no one can ever take away that drive.
I am the Entertainment Champion. And I deserve to be. It’s just a matter of time until I make you believe.
And I WILL make you believe! Dave looks up from his title belt and stares out towards the ring. A big smile engulfing his face; a smile full of confidence and pride....Dave Shadow. ACW's Entertainment Champion.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 12, 2009 16:54:11 GMT -5
Segment: Awaken A New. Credit: Wayde 2-12-2009 3:33 AMThe camera opens and we are at the apartment building of The Faith as the ACW fans pay close attention. There is never a dull moment in the house of The Faith, and today, would be no different. Wayde sits in his room on a beaten up wooden chair, his eyes closed and his hands out in prayer. The camera rolls to the bed where Mary, the newly saved Faith member lays sleeping. She has been asleep since her salvation ceremony days ago. The clock is at 3:32 AM as we watch this....as soon as it hits 3:33, Mary's eyes pop open along with Wayde's. She pulls herself up to a sitting position and looks around.How do you feel?
Awake. Alive. New.
Your soul has been washed clean. You ARE new.
It's so.....exhilarating! Everyone should be saved! My body, it tingles with excitement....so warm...so free...
As she goes on she squirms on the bed. Fight as he may, Wayde gets his own excitement. Mary notices him getting a little fidgety and she stands up and walks around to his chair. She runs her finger gently over his shoulders.
What's wrong Wayde. You look....uncomfortable. Don't you want my body.
Master Evans does not wish for us to be..intimidate. He is afraid it will distract us from the mission. There must not be distraction.
I don't think Master Evans fully understands the situation. Yes two people having casual sex can be distracting...however me and you? How sex would be so connected...so POWERFUL...it would only strengthen us and our mission.
Wayde looks at her, considering the words she just spoke. He stands up and gets in her face. A moment passes and Wayde grabs her hair and brings in for one of the roughest, hottest kisses ever to take place. He picks her up and throws her on the bed.
There is something you must do for me first.
Wayde crawls on top of her and smells her neck.
Anything.
I spent a life time servicing others with nothing in returned. Now I will be serviced.
With that she grabs Wayde's head and pushes it down to vaginal area of screen. She smiles and then her face contorts in pleasure. The camera man zooms out and closes the door so nothing but moans of this forbidden love can be heard.
Fade ================================================================================================== AC Evans Jack Jefferson
Jack Jefferson is in his locker room, in full ring gear, and is punching and kicking a punch bag to prepare himself for his match later on. He snaps his head around, a look of annoyance on his face, as there is a sharp knock at the door. He picks up a towel and wipes the sweat off his brow as he strides over to the door, opening it with one swift movement. Stood in front of him is Kevin Anderson, microphone in hand, and this forces Jefferson to sigh audibly.
Jefferson: Let me guess, you want to know my feelings about my match against AC Evans later tonight?
Kevin: Er…yes.
Jefferson: Okay then, here’s your “scoop” – Jack Jefferson is not afraid of AC Evans and Jack Jefferson knows he’s a better wrestler too!
Kevin: Knowing AC Evans, though, it might not be a case of who is the better wrestler. Evans has a reputation for being one of the most brutal wrestlers in this entire company – how do you intend to combat that?
Jefferson: Simple Kevin, I hit him before he hits me. If you honestly think I’m afraid of some emo bitch who gets a hard-on from seeing people bleed you’ve got another thing coming! I will find a chink in Evans’ armour and I will pick him apart like I have done with every single opponent I’ve faced since my glorious return. Listen out for Philip announcing me the winner and the glorious sight of that referee raising my hand in victory. You heard it here first – your winner…JACK JEFFERSON!
Kevin: What happens if The Faith get involved though?
Jefferson: What happens? Simple – I get a win by disqualification. It might not be the best way to win a match Kev but, and you can look this up on wikipedia, it’s still a victory – something Dave Shadow could stand to learn.
Kevin: Speaking of Dave Shadow? What is your plan of action now?
Jefferson: My plan of action? I’m pretty sure I explained this to you last time we spoke you fucking idiot! Beat him…done…then beat him and take his title…that part comes soon enough! People can claim I only beat him thanks to Spade’s interference but the fact is a win is a win and a win against a champion should put me first in line for a title shot!
Kevin: Just one more question. What are you going to do about Jonny Spade?
Jefferson: No.
Kevin: No?
Jefferson: No, I’m not answering that. One of the key factors of war is the element of surprise Kevin and Jonny Spade won’t find out what’s gonna happen to Jonny Spade until he needs to know. End of interview.
Before Kevin has a chance to retort Jefferson slams the door in his face, a wry smile on his face. He walks back over to the punch bag and rains a number of blistering blows on it, whether he’s thinking about Shadow or Spade is unknown. Maybe he’s just thinking about punching Kevin for asking him stupid questions?
Fade to Black
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