|
Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 12, 2009 16:54:26 GMT -5
Segment: The Mid-Show Half-Time Show (Credit: Jin)
It is just about halfway through the show, and we have had an early ad break. The lights dim and regulars to ACW know who is coming out, as they raise there kids up too see.
Maxwell: Folks at home, we normally don't televise this section, but our regularl ad break entertainment has requested we televise this section.
Eddie: Yes, Candyman the clown has been entertaining ACW fans for ten years with his magic. Today is the tenth anniversary of making us laugh and smile.
Over the entrance to the stage a large red paper sheet has been pulled up. A drum roll echoes through the arena before a clown on a unicycle flies through. He has orange hair, a large red nose and a purple and blue striped clown suit.
Eddie: Is it just me, or is Candyman looking rather, evil?
Maxwell: In fact yes, he is.
Instead of the wide smile we normally see, Candyman has a frown of epic proportions. He rides up to a small child in the front row and gets off the unicycle as he heaves a sack out from over his shoulder. Candyman pulls out a piece of cloth and puts it over his hand. When he pulls it off he has a microphone in his hand. Candyman gets down on one knee and smiles at the kid.
Candyman: Do you believe in magic, young man?
The kid looks uncomfortable.
Eddie: What is going on here?
Candyman: Do you?
Maxwell: I guess this isn't the show we were thinking it would be.
Kid: Well, no sir.
Candyman: NOOOOO! NO???!!
Eddie: Oh boy, he isn't happy.
Candyman: See, I have been doing this crappy job for ten years, and yet so many people think my magic is FAKE. Is this fake to you?
Candyman pulls open his sack and pulls out a large hawk. He lets it free and it swoops up to the rafters.
Candyman: I have decided, to wrestle here.
Maxwell: Well there's a surprise, I thought he was retiring.
Eddie: Candyman seems to be angry, and I would be too. With the little respect he gets, he should be angry.
Candyman paces backwards and forward along the side of the barricades, looking at people a she paces past.
Candyman: My skills and talents are real, and you will understand. How can you deny my talents are real once I am ACW champion, once I am no longer laughed at, once you ALL RESPECT ME!
When Candyman shouts "me", the lights flash off and Candyman appears at the top of the ramp.
Candyman: Next time you see me, I will be in that ring, winning matches.
Candyman looks up and manically laughs, causing the lights to flicker then turn off altogether. When they turn back on, Candyman is gone.
Eddie: I never knew working a bad job could crack somebody down like that mentally, destroying them like that. It seems that Gingerdude needs to improve his employee relations.
Maxwell: I think that is the best thing that could come from this, because I think somebody is going to get hurt, one way or another.
|
|
|
Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 12, 2009 16:54:47 GMT -5
“He is Died” Credit: Thunderkiss NOTE: As a long term e-fedder, I know it is “taboo” to use real wrestlers. Believe me, I would have loved to have involved Brimstone or Torak in this promo, but getting the “licenses” for each would prove too difficult. Instead I went with this route and I had too much fun with it to worry about what is taboo and what isn’t. Anyway, enjoy.[There is no fancy “Star Trek” teleportation. No Harry Potter magic spell. No super heroic flight. All he does is closes his eyes and imagines the Mecca for Wrestling - Madison Square Garden. The instant he opens them, his pilgrimage is over and what he sees humbles him, a rare occurrence.] Thunderkiss: Whoa.... [It as if he walked into a living, breathing hall of fame. Surrounding him are names he grew up with and have long since passed. The Junk Yard Dog, Bam Bam Bigelow, The Big Bossman, Gorgeous George, Bryan Adams, Eddie Guerrero, Mike Awesome and Guerilla Monsoon. Just a few hours ago (or perhaps days, months, who knows in this realm) he was respected and renowned. Now, one life alerting moment later, it is apparent that he is back on the bottom rung on the ladder. He feels like a rookie again and the four men who now approach him give him every reason to do so.] Brian Pillman: Well look what the cat finally dragged in. Just in time, Thunderkiss. Another day and you would have missed having US kicking the shit out of YOU in the Battle Royal. Thunderkiss: Battle Royal? Brian Pillman: Winner gets a free pass out of this shit hole and onto the big house, but don’t try to fill your thick skull with all that information. You won’t win and by the looks of it, it wouldn’t fit in that tiny little mind of yours anyway. Davey Boy Smith: I gotta give credit where credit is due. You have an impressive body mate, but you never filled Wembley stadium like the British Bulldog. Thunderkiss: Who would want to, except maybe a dentist?! All those teeth... ICK! (TK Note: Just kidding my British friends! Don’t blame me, blame Austin Powers!)Pillman: Well, they didn’t lie when they said your mouth is bigger than your legend. Shame that you aren’t even the best at that. Thunderkiss: I swear, even in death you Canadians are annoying as hell. It’s like I am surrounded by a bunch of XS3's and good Lord, if that isn’t an insult, I don’t know what is. Pillman: You want to talk about insults? Why don’t you look into a mirror, you hack. We’ve had enough of you embarrassing everything we did to make the sport great down there. Let me tell you, many people around here have been waiting for this day for quite a long time; the day when you finally stop humiliating each and every one of us! Owen Hart: That reminds me, you owe me for that bet. Pay up. Pillman: What bet? Hart: The one where you said he would die by overdosing on steroids. Pillman: *pause* Fucking Danny Mainer. Piece of shit just cost me - Thunderkiss *interrupting*: Well that’s something we both can agree upon, that Danny Mainer can go fuck off. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to find a way out of here so I can help him do just that.Davey Boy *laughing*: Yeah, good luck with that, Mate. Even if you win this thing, it’s a one way ticket to go up and not go back. Nobody ever goes back. You want Mainer? You best sit back and wait for him to join the rest of us. In the meantime, you stand back and stay out of the grown ups way. Thunderkiss: Well Davey, I’m not “nobody.” I’m fucking Thunderkiss, and I’ve got some connections up stairs and I don’t take no for an answer. Now shouldn’t you be walking Matilda or doing something constructive? I mean surely she has dragged her fat ass across the rainbow bridge by now with Dynamite in tow holding the shit scooper.[Thunderkiss’ biggest admire is himself and it not unusual to only hear his laughter after he cracks one of his patented “side splitting” jokes. What IS unusual is to hear others joining in and the sound of this very thing occurring yanks his attention in another direction. Looking behind, he sees two of the greatest wrestlers to ever come out of Minnesota approach to make his business their own.] Pillman: What’s so funny Hennig? Curt Hennig: Gotta love when a rookie makes fools out you Hart boys. Hart: Funny you’d say that out of all people, considering my brother always made you look like one. Curt Hennig: Rick? I’m sorry, was the BLUE BLAZER talking to me? Rick Rude: I don’t think so Curt. The BLUE BLAZER would know better than to talk shit with others, because, well, he’s the BLUE BLAZER.[Hart turns three shades of red and marches toward Rude and Hennig with TK caught in the middle. Thankfully cooler heads prevail and the Bulldog intervenes by pulling back his tag partner with one of his muscular appendages.] Davey Boy: Easy boys. Let’s save it for later. It’s always more satisfying that way. Rick Rude: Smartest thing you’ve said all eternity, Smith. [The Hart Foundation sulks away biting their tongue with every step. In true “Loose Cannon” fashion, Pillman turns around at the last second to charge but is quickly yanked in the opposite direction against his will. Meanwhile, Rude and Hennig take a moment to familiarize themselves with a man they have grown fond of from afar.] Curt Hennig: Thunderkiss, I dare say that was absolutely .. PERFECT! Thunderkiss: Go ahead. I won’t tell a soul, I promise.Rick Rude: That’s because you’re dead. Thunderkiss: Yeah? Well, look who’s talking. Rick Rude: Don’t be jealous that I get more ass than you in life AND death. My hips haven’t lost a step. Thunderkiss: Wait? What? You can have sex here? RicK Rude: Just because you’ve crossed over doesn’t mean your dick falls off, jackass. Thunderkiss: You know Rick, if it wasn’t so intrigued at the endless opportunities that have just exposed themselves I would totally introduce my fist to your face for the insult. However, I shall do something more constructive with my time and seek out my first afterlife booty buffet. *Sigh* If FSX was here, he’d have some sort of necrophilia joke on standby. Man, I sure miss my buddy. I wonder what he is doing right now... [TO BE CONTINUED ON WARFARE! IN THE MEAN TIME, YES, WHAT “IS” FSX DOING?]
|
|
|
Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 12, 2009 16:55:02 GMT -5
Segment: Technicolor Mourning (Credit: FSX/Thunderkiss -- DP Intermission)
Some things are vital to life, but not always obtainable. Whether they be love, or proper interaction with other human beings...perhaps even substance in order to keep their bodies fundamentally running. This is rarely the case...unless tragedy is in the cards. When it is, a hospital is bound to be your destination of choice when staying alive is the goal. However, one can not simply stay alive with wires pumping vital oozes into their body. No, they also need someone to care enough for them to come and visit, and prove that they are missing out if they were simply to die. That is likely why Fallen was busy rushing to the Hospital at desperate speeds, intent on seeing Thunderkiss before something horrible takes place! Their love for one another has always been strong, and now is the time for it to truly shine each others names! Feeling each others hearts...to be one.
Well, that would be a rather gay result of their friendship. Perhaps even the case if Fallen was healthy enough to make his way to the hospital of his own will...Unfortunately he isn't, and is coincidentally being rushed there for collapsing in agony. What are the chances? These two sure do have alot alike! As he is rushed into a room and Doctors quickly look over him in an attempt to resuscitate the agonized Korean. But would they succeed? Well, by the fact cameras were rolling this footage live? Probably.
Dr. Green: I don't know how much longer we can keep this up. His heart is irregular and he won't stop shaking! Can't you restrain him?
Dr. McCoy: Damnit Jim! I'm a Doctor, not a sadist!
Staring to the other Doctor in the room bewildered for a moment by his comments, he would simply shake his head and make a mental note to destroy everything related to Star Trek in the hospital. After all, there could only be so much insanity in a place of medicine! During all of this, it seems that subconsciously working has allowed FSX to stabilize! Whew, now all he needs to do is get ready for a match with Dan!
Dr. Green: ...Anyway...I think he's calming down. Hook him up to a morphine drip and let's get going.
Nodding once as he grumbled something under his breathe, McCoy would quickly attach the drip as he looked over to the other patient in the room. It seemed almost inevitable that he would say 'He's Dead, Jim' but the opportunity never arised as Dr. Green quickly rushed from the room. Probably for the best, as there can only be so many nonsensically Trek references. Regardless, as McCoy soon leaves the room as well it appears this may have well came to an end..or at least should of came to an end. No...instead, Fallen wastes no time springing up to a seated position and looking around the room with widened eyes, shaking a good bit.
FSX: IT'S INSIDE OF ME, AND IT FEELS SO GOOD!
Pausing a moment as he seems to snap back into reality...somewhat...he has another quick look around the room as he quickly stumbles back to his feet, pulling the IV along with him as he has a quick look around the room, almost falling into a panicked state as he did so.
FSX: ...Wait, where the hell am I? Why can I move freely again?! Shit, did I die?
Contemplating the possibility that he somehow passed away from the words shared with him earlier on in the evening he would shudder in disgust. What a horrible way to go...but spotting Thunderkiss lay in the hospital bed in front of him? He was quick to double take and freak out quite openly for a moment! He's dead! Everyone is dead! The world is over!...Well, at least he did for a second. Before common sense kicked in.
FSX: No..no no no, wait, Kiss isn't dead yet. He's just in a coma! Whew! Worried there for a second...well, that and there's probably no camera crew in heaven. Anyway, guess I've got super awesome morphine powers now! Speaking of super awesome morphine powers, this looks like a good time to stock up on pain killers! Like pain daggers and pain guns! Anything to kill pain shall be put into me! Ahahahaha!
Laughing openly to himself as he rushed out of the room quite quickly in search of drugs, literally ripping away from the drip that was in his arm and allowing blood to ooze from his vein, gripping as his forearm as he quickly searched for some sort of drug to sate him and let the drip fall to the floor. As he was finally out of the room a notable sigh was heard, and a critically acclaimed nurse made her way to the room. A frown upon her face, Joytoy looked to the mess with a shake of her head, and soon moved to the side of Thunderkiss. Looking down at him in this state seemed to effect her quite a bit as she remained silent. The variety of emotion and reactions clouding her head seemed to freeze her in a state of grief for the moment, a simple frown upon her face as she looked to him.
Meanwhile, Fallen Souls proves himself an Olympian at finding pills! Rushing back into the room as he seemed to be in the process of downing what appeared an entire bottle, clutching onto several others in his trembling grip, there was an ecstatic smile upon his face. Nothing pained him anymore! Everything was just so damn beautiful now!
FSX: I feel fantastic!...I've never felt so young...so alive! I finally understand how Kiss feels! It's a great feeling to be so doped up everything is a good thing! I love it! Fuck everything, I'm the best! I'm going to go and get some sex!
As he said this, it seemed almost a cue for him to realize that Joytoy happened to be in the room at the moment as well. Looking her over quickly for a moment, he would simply smile and look to the ceiling for a second, as if thanking the spirit of Kiss. He knew what he had to do now.
FSX: Ahaa..A toy made for joy~ That'll work perfectly! Time to do some deep sea diving!
Not wasting a moment now, he quickly rushed forward to take a hold of her arms and bend her over on the bed, laughing maniacally to himself as she struggled against his hold, and coincidentally happened to press her breasts to Kiss' face in the process. What are the chances of something like that happening? Good when Double Penetration is involved!
FSX: What? You don't wanna? Your a fucking prostitute with big breasts that works for free most of the time! Deal with it! See? Kiss is here too! It'll be like we're having a necrophilia threesome! You can shove his stiff hand up your ass well I take care of the rest! It'll be a party! Ahahahahaha!
There was no sense of sanity left in Fallen in his current state, clearly having taken far too many pills of varying degree at this point. He had no control over himself, and Joytoy must of known it as she tried to kick him away, being flipped over and laid over the motionless body of Thunderkiss as Fallen leaped on top of her, beginning to rip off her clothes without a hint of hesitation as he grinned from ear to ear, pressing himself up against her. As she would soon be exposed to audiences around the world if the camera were to stay focused, it instead turned as a high pitched scream was heard in the room. This is not the Fallen Souls we all know....this is a mad man. But will he be sane enough to fight Dan White later tonight? Or even sane enough to show up for the match? That's yet to be seen...but at least he's feeling alive again. Far too alive..
Fade to black.
|
|
|
Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 12, 2009 16:57:22 GMT -5
Segment: WHOAMG A TABLES MATCH (Credit Freeman) The camera fades in to the Television Champion, Jason Freeman. Tonight, (in fact, in just a few moments), he goes one on one with Thunder Train in a tables match. This match was made by Jay Zero, after Freeman entered his office on Monday demanding a match. Zero apparently wasn't too happy with Freeman, and Freeman is now paying the consequences. Freeman, however, does not see things this way. Not one for fearing an opponent, he has no worries about the match to come, but he is certainly preparing for it. He stands grimly, looking at the camera, serious. He is ready.Freeman: So tonight, Jay Zero has decided that I shall face Train, in a tables match. Some fans cheer, mostly for the tables match, then either of the superstars in it. Freeman pays no mind to their reaction, and continues talking.Freeman: I'm not sure whether he expected this to be a punishment, or if he figured that this would worry me in some way, but if he did, then I hate to be the one to inform him how mistaken he is. If he thinks I'm worried about Train, and if he thinks the fact that it's a tables match is supposed to have some significance to me, then he is very, very wrong. I am NOT afraid of Train, and despite his obvious size advantage, and his immense power, I know I will have no trouble in defeating him. After all, I have done it before, and I will do it again. He doesn't dwell much on the obvious fact that in a tables match, the immense size and strength will be a huge advantage for Train. He will have an easy time of slamming Freeman through a table, and Freeman will certainly have to get creative to get the immense Train through one. Still, Freeman certainly seems confident, and very well may have some strategy in mind to get around this hindrance.Freeman: If I can't win this battle through physical strength, I will win it using mental strength. I know exactly how I'm going to deal with you, Train, and therefore you will fall to me yet again. And I'll admit I'll take enjoyment out of setting Zero and you in your places. But, I don't have to say anymore. I will make all my points in the ring. I would like to talk about another subject however. And what might this subject be? That should be obvious. Since the month has started, Freeman seems to have been having some problems with one Jonny Hughes. It started with just a confrontation, but apparently Freeman wasn't about to let anything go. After costing him his match on Thursday, Freeman ensured that things between them were far from over.Freeman: Jonny Hughes has asserted that he is more talented than I, and that I was the reason that our pathetic excuse for a tag team failed. That is a strange thing to think when very clearly, it had been him that was holding me down. Quite frankly, I've got quite the history with Jonny Hughes. Ever since, as he so kindly pointed out, I faced him in my first ACW loss, we have crossed paths nearly every year. And the Dynasty was not the first time we have tagged. We had tagged up in the Lethal Lottery tournament in 2007 as well. We didn't get along then, and I suppose we don't get along now. But that's all. I merely went out on the stage on Monday to see him back up his words, and he failed to do so. And if he wants to see me back up mine tonight, he can. Perhaps Freeman shall regret his actions soon enough, because Hughes is most likely not about to let anything slide. However Freeman doesn't say anything else on the subject.Freeman: In any case, I hope you fans are ready to witness yet another Freeman victory. And the camera fades.================================================================================================== Credit: Jonny Hughes[/center] It’s a few minutes before the Freeman/Thunder Train match and we find ourselves at the promo spot in the backstage of the ACW Arena, stood by as per usual is Head ACW Interviewer Charlotte King who is dressed in a long flowing white dress and is looking a million dollars, she is stood alongside ‘Spitfire’ Jonny Hughes and his agent Brian Bravado who, coincidentally, is also wearing white although he is not wearing a dress and is instead wearing a white suit and a pastel blue shirt. His tan had slightly faded but the large panda bear style rings that we saw around his eyes earlier tonight.Charlotte: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, Charlotte King here and I am stood by with ‘Spitfire’ Jonny Hughes and Brad Bravado and they are- Bravado: Brad Bravado?! Brad?! Bravado?!Bravado’s easy going attitude has quickly turned sour after he suffered the indignity of being introduced using the incorrect name, he angrily removes his sunglasses and stares at Charlotte King who is trying her best to not laugh at the ridiculous tan lines around Bravado’s eyes as Hughes looks on.Bravado: Listen here little missy, it’s Brian Bravado! And you better get used to it sweetheart because Brian Bravado and Jonny Hughes are taking over. Now you just stand there and look pretty whilst the men get down to business.Charlotte almost makes a retort but thinks better of it before positioning the microphone in front of her interviewees as the camera closes in on them.Hughes: Let’s get down to business shall we?...Jason Freeman..You and I have been doing a merry dance for the past few weeks haven’t we? Stopping each other the halls of this building and laughing about our respective losses is all good but when you involved yourself in my match with Jonny Spade last week you crossed the line...Hughes’ happy-go-lucky attitude has quickly vanished and his faced is etched with the familiar look of displeasure we see when Hughes is thinking about somebody who annoys him. He keeps his eyes fixed on the camera lens as if he was staring at Freeman himself.Hughes: I don’t like it when people try to play games with me Freeman...and when people try to fuck with my business I take it personally and I tend to get...physical and I think the ACW fans know what happens when I get physical because they have witnessed those horrors with their very own eyes...Now, I would normally try to resolve our little...issue...by smashing you in the face with something hard but it occurred to me that you like to play games and guess what? Player 2 has joined the game! The camera pans out as Hughes delivers the ominous final thought of his promo, Hughes keeps his eyes fixed on the camera for a few seconds before he storms out of camera shot. Bravado laughs maniacally as he follows Hughes out of shot leaving Charlotte King alone and slightly confused as we fade to our next scene.Fade
|
|
|
Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 12, 2009 16:57:35 GMT -5
Match 3: Jason Freeman vs. Thunder Train - Tables Match
Before the bell rings, all of a sudden "Spitfire" hits the speakers, and out comes Jonny Hughes? Freeman turns and looks at him, glaring, but Hughes pays him no mind, and just makes his way over to the announcer's table, sitting down, and making himself comfortable, before giving a small nod to Freeman.
McNally: Well, this is a surprise. Hughes: I told Freeman I'd be interested in seeing his next match, and so I am going to watch it first hand.
And knowing there's a match to get to, Freeman turns a way from Hughes, and the bell rings. Freeman charges forward, trying to use his clear speed advantage to get an early advantage, and try to stop Train from taking advantage of his power. Train was speared by XS3 earlier, and so Freeman begins with some with some punches to both Train’s gut and arm, the two places that Freeman knows he is hurting in. The strikes work, and Train seems to be in pain, but out of nowhere, he clotheslines Freeman to the ground. Freeman quickly gets up and he is shoved hard back into the turnbuckle. Train comes forward, and clotheslines Freeman against the turnbuckle, and begins striking him. Freeman grabs the ropes, and jumps, kicking Train back. He does it once more, and finally gets enough room to run forward and deliver a bicycle kick, which certainly stuns Train but somehow does not take him to the ground. Train stumbles around, and Freeman comes forward again, this time looking to grab Train for something, only for Train to grab Freeman in his one handed brain crush! Freeman is able to bat his hand away, however, due to Train’s grogginess, and begins kicking away at Train’s left leg. Train now grabs Freeman by the throat, and although Freeman attempts to get Train’s hands off, Train lifts him, bounces his feet off the second rope and then choke tosses him across the ring.
McNally: Freeman certainly showing an impressive effort there, but it’s hard to take Train down. Hughes: Well, he certainly isn’t off to a great start.
Freeman gets up groggily and turns around, only for Train to grab him by the head, and attempt to throw him out of the ring. Freeman grabs the ropes and lands on the apron, and as Train comes towards him, Freeman grabs Train’s arm, and sits down pulling hard, bringing Train’s arm on the top rope. Train goes back clutching his arm, and Freeman springboards, bringing a double knee right into Train’s back, and taking him down to the ground finally. Freeman wastes no time, and gets up, hitting stomp after stomp on Train’s hurt arm, and then dropping an elbow on it. Freeman runs and bounces off the ropes, jumps, and brings a knee down on it. Train rolls over after that one, his arm now hurting even worse than before, the strategy of Freeman clearly working.
Edison: Freeman going with a clear strategy here, and it seems to be working McNally: Well if he manages to take that arm out, Train can’t utilize all of his power moves, and that certainly is his biggest advantage. Hughes: Well, I suppose the strategy is sound, but the match isn’t over until Freeman manages to put him though a table.
Freeman goes outside the ring quickly, and rolls a table into the ring, obviously planning to get ready to end this as soon as possible, although Train clearly isn’t weak enough to go through it yet. Freeman picks the table up in his hand, and as Train stands up, he runs and smashes it into him, before setting up the table…Freeman grabs Train and jumps, springboarding off the ropes, looking for a tornado DDT through the table. Train however grabs Freeman, and turns, throwing him over his head. Freeman does everything he can possibly do in the air to avoid smashing through the table, and just barely misses it, landing on the side, luckily for him. But not so luckily, Train is now angry, his arm still hurt. That doesn’t prevent him from hitting a stiff YAKUZA KICK to the head of Freeman.
For a while now, Train manages to stay in dominance, even with basically one arm, he is able to pull off some of his moves, and he makes them count. Even with one arm he manages to hit the Mega-Wreckage to great effect, which causes Freeman to writhe with pain on the mat. Freeman makes a short comeback, which is stopped by another stiff kick. Train now goes outside the ring and gets two more tables. He rolls them into the ring, but sees that Freeman is getting up, and so he crouches down, looking for Full Steam Ahead! He runs forward, only for Freeman to sidestep and nail a STIFF kick right to Train’s arm! Train collapses to the ground writhing in pain, as Freeman lies on the ground to recover.
Edison: WOW! That had to impress you, Hughes. Hughes: …Eh.
Freeman sets up the other table that Train brought in, and drags Train over to it, lifting him to his feet groggily, and pushing him onto it, before ascending the turnbuckle and climbing up. He looks over to Hughes, and points to him, obviously trying to make a point. He spends a bit too long doing that however, as when he jumps Train moves, and Freeman splashes himself RIGHT through the table!
Edison: OOOOH! McNally: Now this match is NOT over. Freeman was NOT slammed through the table by his opponent, and this match WILL continue. Hughes: Well, maybe if Freeman had kept his mind on the match and not turned his attention to the guest commentator, he would have been more successful. So far, I am not exactly as impressed with him as I thought I would be.
Freeman is in pain, on the ground, and Train is angry! Train takes one of the tables, and places it in the turnbuckle, before grabbing Freeman, and irish whipping him HARD towards it! Freeman hits it, but it does not break, and so Train backs up into the opposite corner, and RUNS forward jumping for a body splash, but Freeman dives forward, landing face first on the mat, but avoiding Train, who SMASHES through the table hard, but again this match is NOT over
McNally:[/color] Desperation move from Freeman, but this match again is NOT over, as this time TRAIN was not slammed through the table by his opponent, but by himself.
Freeman quickly reacts, knowing that he needs to work quick. He shoves Train towards the table that is set up in the ring, and quickly climbs the turnbuckle, before jumping off of it, obviously planning to somehow get him through it, but Train reverses instinctively going for a military press, but unfortunately his arm does not hold up, and Freeman lands behind him. Freeman dives into a chop block, that brings Train down to a knee, and Freeman charges towards the ropes, going for his shining axe kick, but suddenly…stops? He stops and turns, as Hughes has risen from the announcer’s table and had approached the ring making a sudden motion towards Freeman. Freeman looks at him, obviously startled expecting to somehow be attacked, but Hughes looks at him with a confused and innocent look on his face, not actually doing anything. Freeman turns quickly, realizing that he’s given Train time to recover, and before he can take another step forward, he is lifted over Train’s head, and OM NOM BOMBED RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE
Phillip: Here is your winner…Thunder Train!
Train clutches his arm, having to have sacrificed it to complete that move, but Freeman certainly isn’t moving. Hughes watches Freeman on the ground in amusement, before walking up the ramp, his revenge fulfilled. Soon after, Train walks down the ramp, his arm in too much pain to really celebrate. The camera fades after one more shot of Freeman, rolling on the ground in the middle of a broken table.
|
|
|
Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 12, 2009 16:58:37 GMT -5
"Test Your Might" Credit: Chris Phenomenal, Danny Mainer How do you truly measure a man, some people say it is by the number of broads they are able to get under the sheets, others say it is the legacy they leave on the earth for better or for worse. Some people however measure it on the amount of money the man brings into the household and what kind of car he drives. For some men their most sacred object is sometimes their car, and when someone damages it, the testosterone flows like water in a river. This is the case in the parking lot of the ACW arena, as two men jockeying to gain the ever elusive parking spot that can your drive right through to the other side on, have gotten into a minor fender bender. As the two get out of their respective vehicles, a Shelby GT and a Blue convertible it becomes evident that this collision is not going to end with a nice exchange of insurance. Out of the (Insert your car) steps the greeting committee of ACW, the “Psycho Butcher” Danny Mainer. The convertible produces the man who has had a few run ins with Mainer is his short time in ACW, “The Harlem Superman” Chris Phenomenal. Chris Phenomenal: “What the fuck are you doing man, I had this parking spot first and you come roaring in and fuck up my ride.”Danny Mainer: “Your spot? As to the fucking if. You haven’t earnt jackshit, have you even HAD a match around here yet?”The two look at each other with fists drawn, ready to go one on one in the parking lot. Chris and Mainer take step towards each other, fury in their eyes. Mainer reaches into the pocket of his pants and produces the ever present meat cleaver Sally. Mainer brandishes it at Chris, who just smiles. Chris Phenomenal: “Smooth Mainer, you really don’t think that’s going to scare me. You can try and knife me up, but you aren’t going to make it far when I’ve got my equalizer right here.With that Chris reaches into the pocket of his blue jeans and pulls out a .45, and rubs the barrel of the gun. Mainer stares at it, jaw agape and eyes wide as Chris stares back at him. Chris Phenomenal: So we gonna go, or not chump change.Mainer continues to stare at Chris and the gun. Instead of speaking however he walks towards Chris’ convertible as Chris places his finger on the trigger. Instead of going after Chris however Mainer takes Sally and slams it through the windshield, shattering it on impact. With that Chris looks at Mainer and turns the gun away from him and instead points it at the front windshield of Mainer’s vehicle and pulls the trigger, firing a round into the windshield leaving a bullet hole in the windscreen. Danny Mainer: “Classy. I think the grooves on the hand rest of that gun are the closest thing you’ve had to pussy in the last eight and a half years.”With that Mainer spins around and fires a round house kick into the door, crumpling it. Chris looks on as the damage to his car continues to mount as Mainer is on the verge of entering into psychosis. Chris Phenomenal: Not bad, not too bad but seriously though that’s nothing. I mean denting the door is fine, but watch this.With that Chris grabs the ajar door and rips it backwards, and blows the bottom hinge off vehicle, the door now hanging from it’s frame. Danny Mainer: ”Surely that isn’t all you can do. I mean you’re a man of stature, surely a simple car door can’t stop you.”The challenge is laid by Mainer who cements it by reaching into the car and taking Sally to the leather upholstery, slashing them to bits. Chris Phenomenal: Very impressive, destruction at it’s finest Mainer but can you top this.With that Chris bends over and grabs the underside of the car and smiles at Mainer. Chris Phenomenal: RAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHWith an almighty yell Chris lifts the car and it teeters on the edge before Chris is able to push it over, tipping it onto it’s side. The sight of his car being tipped onto the side sends Mainer over the precipice of insanity and into a psychotic rage. Muttering about Mainer looks into the car and notices the keys in the ignition and walks towards the near by corner where there is a stack of two by fours. Mainer grabs one and returns to the car. Danny Mainer: ”They say that the pen is mightier then the sword which is absolute bullshit if you ask me but I DO believe that well… brains prevail because if you’re smart you know the weaknesses and how to evade their strength… like so.”Mainer opens the door and wedges the two by four against the gas pedal and up into the slashed seat before turning on the ignition, the car starts to life, and Mainer backs away just in time as the car roars and accelerates through the parking spot and towards the backstage area of the arena. The run away car continues to pick up speed before it runs out of room, the corridor slanting to the right and the car crashing against the wall and crumpling inwards. The glass that wasn’t already shattered, breaks off into thousands of pieces, the light refracting off each individual grain as it falls to the ground. Chris Phenomenal: My…My…My ride. You are gonna fucking pay Mainer, you just crossed the line!!!Chris goes after Mainer head on, firing a stiff right to the head of the Psycho Butcher. The two brawl as security approaches. The two wrestle each other to the ground as security tries to get between the two, pulling them off of each other. The two fight the security guards, gnashing their teeth and obscenities flying. Chris Phenomenal: I’m gonna get you one day Mainer, I’m going to re unite you and your fucking emo slut.Danny Mainer: ”Don’t let the man get you down, fuckweed otherwise you end up like me angry and pissed off!”The two continue to try and break away from security as the scene fades out.
|
|
|
Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 12, 2009 16:59:01 GMT -5
Segment: Family Matters Credit: Steele The scene begins to slowly fade into the looming beat of ‘Blame It’ by Jamie Foxx. At this point in time we seem to be inside of a club, and Busta Rhymes is sitting on the VIP couch with a few groupies. He for some reason isn‘t talking to any of them, but instead he‘s talking to the camera. It seems that this any actual club… but the set of the new Blame It Remix video. Also on the set is Lil Wayne, T-Pain and Foxx himself. They now are all in view of the camera, posing for the video and just having a good time. After a minute or two passed, Busta finishes his verse and Foxx hops in singing the chorus, with a bunch of girls dancing around him.Blame it on the goose Got you feeling loose Blame it on petron Got you in the zone Blame it on the a a a a a alcohol Blame it on the a a a a a alcohol Blame it on the vodka Blame it on the henny Blame it on the blue top Got you feeling dizzy Blame it on the a a a a a alcohol Blame it on the a a a a a a alcohol! ?: And… cut! Good stuff fellas, let’s take a ten minute break. The camera spins off to a older looking man. He sits down calmly in his director chair, clasping his hands together with a smile. We know nothing of this man, but something about him still seems familiar. His hair is slicked back, and he has dark shades over his eyes. He also has on a black suit and black pants to match. As the video vixens and rappers alike walk off set, the older man watches a few of them walk by and even gets a few head nods toward his direction for his work direction. He smiles and continues to sit in his chair, until his quick relaxation becomes just that… quick.POPS![/COLOR] ~!~SMACK~!~ Out of nowhere comes Jake Steele, recently banned from ACW, but clearly not banned from video shoots. He punches out the man in the chair, and everybody on set looks on in shock. Most stand back and just watch, but one rapper decides to intervene before this could get more out of hand; Lil Wayne, aka Weezy F. Baby, aka Birdman Jr., aka… alright you get the point. He jumps in and pushes Steele aside, who looks back at Weezy and just laughs.Lil Wayne: Aye man! What da fuck you doin’ comin’ in here *jibberish* Steele - First off Weezy…[/COLOR] Lil Wayne: PLEASE SAY DA BABY! Steele - Aight… listen, Weezy Baby.[/color] Lil Wayne: Say the F or get da fuck from round me. Steele - … Whatever nigga. Listen. Before you get all upset and start makin’ birdcalls, first you need to know dat dis is my dad. And I had a reason for punchin’ da lyin’ muthafucka. So let me handle dis shit, go make a rock song or somethin’.[/color] Lil Wayne: …Okay. And that’s the story of Prom Queen… Moving on, Steele looks over to his dad and picks him up from off of the floor, as his dad holds his jaw. Steele places him over in the directors chair, before Steele gets in the chair next to him. He just looks across at his dad for about two minutes, as he waits for his dad to come back to full consciousness. He does, and shortly after Steele begins his “interrogation.”Steele - Pops... we gotta talk.[/color] Pops: What the hell boy! About wh- Steele - Why da fuck didn't you tell me dat you cheated on momma with some bitch from Europe?[/color] Pops: ...Jesus. I knew sooner or later you were gonna find out. How did you? Steele - I had to take a blood test. Turns out dat it matched with another ACW wrestler, goes by the name of -[/COLOR] Pops: Dan White. Steele - How da fuck...[/color] Pops: I did fuck his momma, so I know the last name. Plus... I might...watch ACW from time to time. Steele - Damnit, you could have told me dat you was a fan pops, I would have gave you some tickets to watch or somethin'... but whatever, I need to know why you didn't tell me.[/color] Pops: Well, it's because at that time, me and your mother were about t- *RING, RING*Pops: Shit, I gotta take this son. I'll be back in a few hours. "Pops" gets up from his seat as fast as possible and begins power walking off set. Steele just sits in his chair, feeling empty again. Nothing was solved at all today... except maybe meeting Lil Wayne... but that could have happened anyday... ah, oh well. I guess this speech is for another day.
Fade====================================== Segment: Overconfidence is the greatest enemy (Credit: XS3) In the back, we see a chainlink fence. There is nothing going on with the fence until a figure is shown walking towards it. We can now see that it is XS3 who is behind the fence and he grasps it with both hands.XS3: I hate to bore every one of you with a history lesson… But considering the circumstances surrounding tonight, I resist no longer. When I was eight years old, I had begun to watch wrestling to fill the void that was left in my heart when my mother passed away. When I grew up, I knew what my goal was… I wanted to be on top of the world. I had a chance to do so in KWA… but I was screwed out of the win. About three years later, when KWA was dead and gone and I was in ACW, I had received a title shot against BK London. But once again, I was screwed out of the win. Tonight, though, I have come prepared both physically and mentally. I am willing to accept this challenge and not only teach the Authority a lesson… I will fulfill destiny in the progress.XS3 solemnly nods before cracking a big ol' smile on his Canadian face.XS3: Jay Zero… Not only are you a corrupt asshole… You're also a stupid one at that. You're defending the world title against me tonight; I honestly thought you would have thought this through a little bit better than that. See, while I may not be having the best of luck tonight, I've taken some extra precaution to ensure that you would not make it out of here in one piece. You can brag all you want about being the best. You can throw your weight around all you want. Nothing will change tonight. Win, lose or draw Jay… I will always ensure my place here in ACW. I refuse to go down that easily… And Jay… What I vow to do to you will be nothing short of brutal. I will bring the gunfire, I will come out swinging and if I need to go down in a blaze of glory… So be it.XS3 nods before letting go of the fence and beginning to walk away. But not before he flashes his signature smirk.XS3: Now tell me Zero… This night that I have planned for you… Is that unforgivable?And with that, XS3 is off.
Fade.
|
|
|
Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 12, 2009 17:00:43 GMT -5
Segment: Interview. Catchy, huh? [Credit: Jay Zero] We fade into our next scene, taking place backstage. I doubt people are reading this, so hey, this text is going to be filler, alright? I didn't have much time this week because of school/Indoor Track, so yeah, don't expect too much out of me tonight. As Kevin Anderson takes the spotlight, we see that he's standing next to the World Champion, Commissioner Jay Zero.Kevin: Good evening, Kevin "The Internet" Anderson here, and right now I am standing alongside one of ACW's finest! He was the third man ever to reach the status of being a Grand Slam Champion in ACW - and he stands before you know not only as the current reigning ACW Heavyweight Champion, but also as "Commissioner!" The crowd watching boos intensely, not showing any compassion for Zero.Kevin: Now Commissioner I know you're a busy man around here, but please, just a few quick moments of your time to answer some questions if that's all right! Commissioner Zero: Go right ahead, Kevin. Kevin: Great. Now first of all, we all know what happened at Ragnarok. We saw you pin The Senator, and we saw you walk out once again with your ACW Title strapped securely around your waist, - but what we also saw was a backstabbing! Jay shuts his eyes and shakes his head as Kevin continues.Kevin: We bared witness to the absolute destruction of RSXZ as you and Thunder Train decided to turn your backs on both Jake Steele and XS3, kicking them right to the curb! Now Jay, exactly why is it that even though you've called Jake Steele a failure and essentially denounced his entire name, you've refused to allow him entrance into this very ACW Arena? Commissioner Zero: Because Jake Steele is a threat not only to me, your Commissioner, but he is a threat to everybody else in ACW! If I allowed Jake to return and enter my building, I would pretty much be saying "You know what, fine, do whatever the hell you want!" Because that's what he would do! He would start a commotion, and he would raise trouble - something that an intelligent, wise Commissioner as myself would like to avoid!
And Kevin, going back to what you were saying earlier, no, Thunder Train and I did not turn our backs on him. We didn't do any of that. We were helping Jake Steele. By taking that movement and absolutely crushing his spirit, we sent Jake Steele a message. We taught him a lesson, and that is to never, ever think that you've got it all down pat. Jake Steele believed he was the best thing to happen to ACW, but in reality, what was he doing? Huh? He was off being a complete and utter failure! He failed to regain the International Title, and he embarrassed me personally! Not only did I put my trust into the man, but I also put some of my dignity on the line by aligning my good name with him!
We did not turn our backs on anyone. If anything, what we did was for the best - because now, Jake Steele will learn from these mistakes he has made. And along with that, so will XS3! That man chose his OWN damn path! I had plans for him! I was going to take him to the top, but sadly, those plans are gone now! See - without the leadership skills of Jay Zero, and without the guidance that he needs, XS3 will result to nothing, and by nothing - I mean absolutely NOTHING in his entire career. Kevin: Well that's going a bit far, don't you think? Commissioner Zero: No, it's not Kevin. XS3 is a known failure, and he will continue to do so as long as he has no real destination. If the man has no goal to accomplish and nobody is there to help steer him into the right direction, all he will ever do is back-track in life. He's a ticking time-bomb but his problem is that he doesn't know how to turn on the intensity and detonate! Kevin: Well tonight though, you've given XS3a shot to do something with his career, and that something is very big! You gave him his own ACW Title shot against you tonight! I mean, this entire thing could turn against you! What if tonight, you were to LOSE, and watch as XS3 walks out as the new ACW Champion?! Zero pauses for a moment before lifting his shoulder and moving his title belt as he turns towards Kevin.Commissioner Zero: Kevin - I know what I've gotten myself into. Trust me. But the question here isn't whether or not XS3 will be walking out as the ACW Champion.
The question is...
Will XS3 be walking out? Period. [/center] Jay Zero raises his eyebrows and gives Kevin a quick glance of sureness and cockiness as he turns his back to the reporter. The scene starts to lose sound as it begins to cut out now. Who will walk out the Champion tonight?
The scene begins to fade out.
|
|
|
Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 12, 2009 17:00:57 GMT -5
06/02/09Jack Jefferson/ * The following video is a www.JackJefferson.com exclusive *\ - Enjoy! -The smile on Jefferson’s face as he cruises the streets in his new, but actually old, Mustang Fastback is evident. He has “Next Episode” by Dr Dre (narcissism much?) blasting from his stereo and his head is bobbing along to the music. The engine roars as he sits at a set of traffic lights, revving in preparation to burn away as soon as the colour green shows it’s face but suddenly the noise dies, along with the music, as Jefferson turns off the engine. Mike the Cameraman is, naturally, confused.Mike: What the fuck? The light’s on green, let’s go! Jefferson: No, I just saw someone. I’m sure of it! Mike: This isn’t like the whole “I just saw Spade now I’ll beat him up” thing is it? I don’t wanna attack any more members of the public cos they have a goatee and happen to be wearing an Ace of Spades hoody! Jefferson: No, I just saw someone I recognise – trust me. Jefferson says no more, leaping out of the car and giving Mike no choice but to follow, and leaving a queue of disgruntled drivers behind him. He walks around the corner and stops in front of a guy who, judging by his huge untamed beard and filthy clothes, is homeless and appears to be rapping, badly, for loose change.Jefferson: Jack Steele? Is that you?! The man turns to face Jefferson, it’s clear that it isn’t JAKE Steele but Jefferson seems convinced otherwise.“Steele”: Huh? Jefferson: Yeah, Jack Steele – the ACW wrestler, it’s definitely you! Jesus Christ though, pal, you’ve barely been suspended a week and already you’re fucking begging for loose change?! The guy still looks extremely confused but seems happy that someone has acknowledged his existence so doesn’t interrupt.Jefferson: I guess all that bragging about “being money” was just empty boasts, huh? Can’t say I’m surprised cos someone like you doesn’t deserve to be earning the kind of pay check you claimed to be! Tell you what, seeing as I’m still a top notch star I’ll help out someone whose star has well and truly faded… Jefferson digs his hand into his pocket and rustles around for a few seconds before producing a solitary note, value unknown, and handing it over to the still-bemused tramp.Jefferson: Seriously, sort your fucking life out! Jefferson laughs to himself for being so damn witty before turning his back on the guy and walking away towards his car.Mike: Er…Jack, do you know who that was? Jefferson: Yeah, sure, it was that Jack Steele loser who stole the International Title, or bought it or something. Guess he shoulda saved his pennies! Mike: His name’s Jake Steele and that definitely wasn’t him. For one the guy wasn’t even-- Jefferson: Well dressed? Well course not Mike, he’s homeless for fucks sake, have a little sensitivity for his plight. He’s gone way down in the world! The camera shakes, most likely due to the fact Mike is shaking his head at Jefferson but choosing not to correct him. The two walk back to Jefferson’s Mustang in silence and the smile returns to his face as the engine roars into life once more. He goes to pull away from the lights but scowls as he sees that the lights are on red.Jefferson: Jesus! You’d have thought they’d have changed by now!! Fade to Black ================================================================================================== A Man with a Plan Dan White It's a fine day in the land of ACW, unless your name is Charlotte King. Charlotte has had a lot of trouble recently, trying to get back into the swing of things and trying her absolute hardest to get to talk to Dan about Jake Steele. Problem is, Dan won't budge, and refuses to even allow the incident to be brought up.
So imagine her digression when she's told to interview Dan before a crunch match against Fallen Souls. Sure, she may not like it, but as Dan White stands in his wrestling attire in front of the cameras, the fans in the arena go crazy, and Dan can't help but let out a smile as they do so. Reluctantly, Charlotte swallows up everything she'd love to say, and gets on with it.Charlotte: So Dan, we're just moments away from your match with Fallen Souls, and you two certainly hold a lot of history together. Dan smiles, as a wave of nostalgia hits him in the face, and he suffers a case of salt water going up his nose.Dan: Gah....I mean, me and Fallen Souls go way back. I think he joined about a month after I did, but he was always on the upper hand. He beat me in a Ladder Match at Fallen Heroes 2005, and he also beat me later on that year. He pauses, looking up.Dan: Come to think about it, I've never actually beaten the guy. There's a few awkward moments, as Dan has a rejected look on his face. But using her journalistic instinct, Charlotte kicks in.Charlotte: True, but you're in the form of your life. You may not have had the win over Jay Zero that you truly wanted, but you've never looked this great in the ring. It would take a foolish man to bet against you. Dan has a little chuckle to himself.Dan: Heh, ah Charlotte, ever the cock tease. But yeah, tonight, I'm going to make sure that I beat Fallen Souls. I may not have gotten that win over him that I really, really would like to do, but like you said, I'm at the top of my game, and now with a title shot whenever I damn well please, Jay Zero better look out. Cos when I win tonight, beating a former World Champion in the process, it's going to make me the rightful number one contender. Charlotte: Really? But what about XS3? Or Scott Andrews? Or Jake Steele? Dan: Well, I pretty much showed XS3 at Ragnarok that I'm the better man. I have the better team behind me. I'm the one that can progress further in this business. He's an alright guy, but I warned him at Ragnarok that he should've gotten out of the RSXZ scenario when he could. And did he listen? Unfortunately not, and as a result, he got his head caved in. I hope that's a lesson to him. He pauses, catching his breath.Dan: And as for Scott, well he may have beaten me in early December, but I proved to be the ultimate contender at Winter Discontent, and therefore I don't think he really applies to my radar. But if he wants a match, you better damn well believe that I'm ready for one. Dan pauses again, and Charlotte expects him to go on about the third man, Jake Steele. Dan breathes in and out, hands on hips, like he's raring to go, but Charlotte is annoyed, and persists about the third man.Charlotte: Erm....don't you think you should be talking about someone else? Dan looks up for a moment, before giving his answer.Dan: Hmm....nope, can't say that I should. Charlotte furrows her brows, pretty much getting straight to the point.Charlotte: What about your BROTHER?! Dan takes a quick pause, looking at the ground and licking his lips in an act of denial. But after a few moments, he looks back up, ready to give his answer.Dan: You know what? I don't see what Sgt. Pilko has to do with this. Good day, Charlotte. Dan walks off to a minor pop, but there's still confusion in the air, as shown by Charlotte's reaction.Charlotte: Wa-wait, huh?! Dan, no! Come back! Too late, he's made his exit.
Fade Out.
|
|
|
Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 12, 2009 17:01:10 GMT -5
Segment: Satoshi? In My ACW?! (Credit: Zero / Yoko)
You know, flying to another country and then living there is really very expensive. Not having a job makes it even more expensive.
Yuki Satoshi has been here in America for some time now. She came to discuss being signed to a contract, and... Well, she never made it into the arena. ACW security might be using criminal profiling techniques.
But thanks to a stern "talking" to from Rattlesnake, they finally let her in. Finally, she-
Commissioner Zero: Absolutely not.
Yuki: ...Why not?
The long awaited negotiation seems to have fallen through.
Commissioner Zero: You're too young. You're like fourteen. Come on.
Yuki: I'm sixteen! So was my big sister!
Commissioner Zero: I wouldn't have hired Yoko, either.
Yuki: But I don't understand... I thought I just needed to sign. Ginger already arranged everything.
Commissioner Zero: How can I be expected to sign "talent" when I have no way to gauge their, well, their talent.
Yuki: I've seen countless hacks pass through without their abilities being questioned. Maybe the talent is genetic?
Commissioner Zero: I know who you are. We all know who you are. You don't have to remind us in every other sentence.
Yuki: Sorry. I just don't see the problem.
Commissioner Zero: The problem is that I have more important things to do than hire Yoko Satoshi's bratty little sister.
Yuki: Things like pretending to be important? Now I see what's going on. You're the reason security keeps turning me away!
Commissioner Zero: Get out of my building before I have you removed.
Yuki: I'll come back. Maybe with Yoko!
Commissioner Zero: Go right ahead, run to your sister the second things get rough. There's no room for ANY Satoshi here, not while I'm in charge.
With that, security drags Yuki away to the nearest exit. She doesn't say anything. The perfect retort won't pop into her head until sometime around dinner time.
Commissioner Zero: ... If you can even find your sister!
Yuki's able to hear that final comment just as she's being shoved out. Salt in the wound.
Perhaps it'd be best for her to go find Rattlesnake; Sarin trusts him for a reason.
End Segment.
|
|
|
Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 12, 2009 17:01:28 GMT -5
MATCH 4: ..::ACW::.. DAN WHITE VS. FALLEN SOULS ..::MELTDOWN::.. (Credit: Macho Man RDK)
Time limit: 20 Minutes Referee: RAF
-* Tale of the Tape *-
Dan White Age: 27 Height: 6'2" Weight: 342 lbs. Hometown: Cardiff, Whales
Fallen Souls Age: 31 Height: 5'8 Weight: 192 lbs. Hometown: Seoul, South Korea ”Anarchy in the UK” by The Sex Pistols hits, and even as the first “Anarchy” hits, the fans go batshit mental as Dan White walks out through the curtain. He claps his hands, ready for action, and walks down to the ring, with a pretty simplistic light show, and no pyros. He walks down the ramp, and close to the fans, not shaking their hands, but close enough so they have the chance to touch greatness. He enters the ring, where he warms up at the ropes, and climbs a turnbuckle, throwing his arms in the air and beating this chest. He may do that on one or two of the other turnbuckles, before jumping down and preparing for a fight.
'Art of Life' by X Japan hits the arena and Fallen Souls bolts down the ramp, wanting to get this match over with as he has other things to deal with tonight. Dan and FSX are very familiar with eachother in the ring so this match should be a good one...~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: A lock up starts things off; there’s some scrambling about in the race to take control, and DD’s desire is such that his strength is almost irresistible. FSX, realising that this is not a good position for him to be in, breaks away and whips Dan to the ropes; Dan grabs them instead of rebounding, and when FSX sees this and approaches, Dan braces against the ropes and kicks out with both feet against his foe. FSX stumbles – but to Dan’s dismay he does not fall, and as Dan is already committed to a springboard splash from the ropes, FSX catches him in the air and turns the move into a spinning slam – to – cover. It gets about 1.5, and Dan and FSX race to be the first back on their feet – Dan wins the round, and executes a snapmare with cringe – inducing force. FSX does his best to get up again as quickly as possible, but Dan is on a roll and whips him into one of the corners. A counted 10 – punch follows, which the crowd recites in time with the referee; Dan White then whips FSX diagonally across the ring and follows him, going for a turnbuckle splash, but in his enthusiasm forgets about FSX’s signature move. The launch kick once again gets FSX out of trouble, and as DD whirls around and comes after FSX again, a little dizzily, FSX counters his charge into a backbody drop. Dan lands hard, and chooses to roll to the outside rather than risk being caught straight away for a pin. Maxwell McNally: Dan is making a smart choice here in the early going! It would be unwise to stick around to let Fallen get some more damage done like he has thus far! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Fallen knows who he is dealing with, McNally! These two have faced off many times before! MATCH MIDPOINT: Dan avoids a cover, but at a cost; FSX hops up on to the turnbuckles, and wows the crowd with his Senton bomb on to the prone Dan. The FSX fanboys cheer, and FSX pulls Dan to his feet; things can change quickly on the outside, however, and Dan counters a whip from FSX to instead send his foe crashing into one of the ring posts. There’s a ringing sound as FSX bounces off, and he clutches his arm momentarily; Dan spots this, and smiles deviously. He batters FSX with a barrage of forearm blows, repeatedly targeting the sore limb, and the pain obviously makes it hard for FSX to keep his arms in front of him to defend himself; Dan keeps up his assault, throwing in a kick or two when the chance arises, and eventually FSX can’t maintain his defences any longer. Dan hits a suplex, and then leg drops on to the affected area; FSX yells, and Dan smiles even wider as he pushes his foe back into the ring. FSX, though, also has a trick up his sleeve; as soon as his body touches the canvas he pulls himself up using the ropes, and kicks Dan back before he too can enter the ring to stop the count. With the referee at 8, Dan works out what FSX is trying to do; he leaps up on to the apron and struggles with FSX, desperate to get back in as the “9” count is heard. At the last possible second he punches FSX in the gut and makes a dive through the ropes; he makes it in the nick of time. Maxwell McNally: Close, Dan! Close! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Now that he is back inside the ring, will this match turn around in the Welsh Dragon’s favor? Maxwell McNally: I guess we will find out soon enough, won’t we? Dan and FSX lock up in the center of the ring once they are both up, FSX quickly locks in an aggressive headlock, Dan backs up on the ropes and bounces off hoping to push FSX off but FSX just carries it into a headlock takedown. Dan attempts to release the headlock by locking a Leg Scissor around the neck of FSX but FSX uses his other hand to swat the hold away as he keeps it locked in. Finally Dan rolls to his side and hooks the inside of FSX's leg turning it into a pin. The referee counts one, two-- but FSX kicks out right before the three count can be made. Dan and FSX get up and FSX hits Dan with a shoulder Armdrag Takedown, Dan gets up and FSX charges at Dan but Dan takes him down with his own Armdrag. Dan gets up and FSX gets up at the same time and they both go for an Armdrag at the same time and they get caught in the middle of the ring pulling on each other to take the other one down but it is a stalemate as neither man can take the other one down. Dan then capitalizes with a forearm to the face which makes FSX release the hold. FSX holds his nose and Dan capitalizes with a couple of punches to the jaw until he gets FSX on the ropes, switching styles from a more technical to a brawler. Dan whips FSX off the ropes and Dan goes for a backbody drop but FSX rolls on the back of Dan landing on his feet. FSX then bounces off the ropes and as DD turns around he is hit with a dropkick. Dan gets up and FSX runs at him and takes him down with a Running shoulder block. FSX then covers Dan but Dan kicks out at the last second. FSX picks up Dan and sets him up in the corner, FSX then chops Dan hard in the chest and Dan holds his chest in pain. FSX then tries to do it again but Dan grabs FSX and throws him in the corner, Dan then fires back with piston like fists to the body of FSX. He whips FSX into the opposite corners and then hits him with a clothesline. The impact of the clothesline sends FSX groggily walking out of the corner and Dan uses this opportunity to bounce off the ropes and take FSX down with a Facebuster. MATCH ENDING: “Fast” Eddie Edison: The Welsh Dragon is taking control! Maxwell McNally: Two of the greatest Light-Heavyweight champions the ACW has ever seen! Dan gets up and he hypes the crowd up to gain some support, FSX begins to get up and Dan bounces off the ropes and attempts a Hurricarana on FSX but FSX pulls him back up to the air. FSX seems as if he is about to hit an unusual and uncommon Powerbomb but Dan hits FSX with a Hurricarana over the ropes and Dan falls over the ropes also. “Fast” Eddie Edison: STAY IN THE RING FOR GOD’S SAKE! Dan gets up and he picks up FSX but FSX rakes Dan in his eyes. Dan is blinded for the moment, FSX hits Dan with a Double Leg Takedown and he locks in the Souls of Insanity. Dan screams in pain and FSX knows that having Dan submit on the outside won't help as the referee begins to count for the count out. By the count of 4, FSX releases the hold and rolls back into the ring. Dan is in a great amount of pain as he holds his back on the outside and FSX begins taunting the crowd as he thinks that the end is inevitable as he begins to count with the referee. By the count of 7 Dan begins to get up and by the count of 9, for the second time… Dan is in the ring. As Dan enters the ring and FSX begins relentlessly stomping out Dan, the referee moves FSX away from Dan as Dan is holding on the ropes. Dan begins to get up using the ropes for leverage, FSX pushes the referee away and charges toward Dan but Dan backdrops FSX over the top rope, luckily FSX grabs the top rope. FSX pulls himself back up to the apron and as Dan turns around FSX attempts to punch him but Dan ducks and Dan shoulder thrusts FSX off the apron and FSX falls abdomen first on the mat on the outside. FSX holds his abdomen in pain and the referee begins to count. Just then Dan with his injured back goes onto the apron and begins climbing on the top rope. FSX begins to get up and as he looks up Dan hits FSX with a WELSH DRAGON(Corkscrew Moonsaullt) to the outside on FSX and the crowd goes wild for that spectacular move. RAF: IF YOU LADS DON’T KEEP THIS MATCH IN THE RING, I’M GOING TO HAVE TO DISQUALIFY THE BOTH OF YA! Both Dan and FSX are out on the outside and RAF begins to count over again, Dan gets up holding his back and he picks up FSX and throws him in the ring. Dan rolls in the ring and he covers FSX but FSX kicks out. Dan can't believe it and he picks up FSX and whips him into the corner, Dan attempts a running clothesline but FSX hits another Launch Kick back kicking Dan's head into the second turnbuckle. FSX lands on his feet and he holds his knee as he lands badly on it and then he turns around, as Dan gets up FSX goes for the Soul Transfer but Dan slips off FSX's shoulders and spins him around. DD then goes for the Stunt Bomb but in Mid-Air FSX counters it into a roll up and the referee counts one, two, th--- but Dan kicks out. Dan and FSX get up and Dan goes for another Stunt Bomb but FSX elbows his way out of it. Dan turns around and he goes for the Fujiwara Armbar. With no where else to go, FSX couldn't take much more and decides to tap out.[/CENTER] MELTDOWN WINNER: DAN WHITE!!!!
|
|
|
Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 12, 2009 17:01:49 GMT -5
Segment: Near Riot Conditions...(Credit: Train) ACW returns from a commercial break and we open right in front of the announce table where Maxwell McNally and Eddie Edison are sitting. McNally: Well ladies and gentlemen, we are getting ready for our tables match here and I personally think this will be one great match. Edison: Oh no doubt, both these men have a long history with each other-- McNally: Wait Eddie, I'm getting something here. Yes...yes we are going outside the ACW arena to Kevin Anderson. Kevin. We cut outside and what we see is truly strange. Kevin Anderson stands in the middle or the DMZ of this situation. On his right we have a bunch of people holding Macho Man signs and wearing Macho Man shirts/other accessories. Then on his left we see a bunch of people, though not quite as many, holding Thunder Train signs and wearing Thunder Train shirts/other accessories.
"MACHO MAN!"
"THUNDER TRAIN!"
"MACHO MAN!"
"THUNDER TRAIN!"
"MACHO MAN!"
"THUNDER TRAIN!" Kevin: Thanks Max. This is quite the interesting showcase here. It started only a few minutes ago, these Thunder Train fans began to yell and protest against the Macho Man Randy Dallas Kanyon. Then a group of Machomaniacs appeared and began to yell things about Thunder Train. The groups slowly started to grow bigger and now we have what you all see right now. I'm going to try and go in to get an interview with one of the Train's fans. Kevin moves over and makes his way to the Thunder Train side. Kevin: Can anyone help me with something? Man: I can! A fairly large man makes his way to the front of the mosh pit of people and stands next to Kevin.Kevin: What is your name sir? Man: My name is Yanni. Kevin: OK Yanni, what is all this about? Yanni: Well, most of us were Macho Man fans a few weeks ago. We all hated what Train had done to Steele and XS3 but we all heard what Train had said to RDK about RDK leaving us and not caring about ACW and this sparked a revelation in us. We all now agree that Train was right about what he said. He should just go back to Hollywood! He doesn't care about wrestling. Kevin: Interesting. Now those men over there are the Machomaniacs, what do you all call yourselves? Yanni: We are, The Train's CARs- Citizens Against Randy. And we are going to do whatever it takes in order to get rid of Macho Man. And we're gonna start by taking out his stupid fans! Kevin: Oh my! Kevin walks away from there and heads to the other side to get a word from the Machomanaics.Kevin: Now all you Macho Man fans, what do you have to say? Man: They are totally wrong! Macho is just likes the new opportunities in front of him! Anyone in his place would do the same thing! Kevin: And what is your name? Man: My name is Mike Hunt. Kevin: Ah yes...Mike Hunt... Mike: Thunder Train is just an overeating idiot who is jealous about everything that RDK has done over the past few years here. He should just shut up and go fuck off! And we are going to show this point by beating up his stupid fans!
"MACHO MAN!"
"THUNDER TRAIN!"
"MACHO MAN!"
"THUNDER TRAIN!"
"MACHO MAN!"
"THUNDER TRAIN!" Kevin: OH NO! Both sides begin to run at each other then security bursts in and tries to keep the sides from brawling. Kevin falls forward and hits the camera guy, which causes the whole scene to begin shaking rapidly as punches can be seen being thrown and people jumping over each other. The camera's feed eventually stops and we are left with a polar bear in a snowstorm screen. We quickly cut to commercial
Cut away!
|
|
|
Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 12, 2009 17:02:23 GMT -5
Title: Your Parents.. Credit: A.C. Evans y Fallen Souls.
Beast of Blood' by Malice Mizer begins to play, signaling the one and only Fallen Souls. Fallen Souls is at a loss for sanity of late, and tonight really doesn't appear to be any exception. Fallen is wearing a black suit with a blue collared shirt. However, his appearance must be the last thing on his mind. As he walks down the ramp, he enters the ring via the steel steps. He enters through the second ropes and is quickly given a microphone as the crowd and his music dies down.
FSX: Why am I here? Do I even need a reason anymore? Death has been standing before my eyes of late, with Kiss laying in a hospital bed about to die. But should I be begging for his life, or allow him to have his freedom? Who am I to choose, right? I don't know..all I know is that I've got my own freedom right now, and I have to focus on it. The best to him, but all he's in is a little coma. He'll be fine. Evans, however, has to die it seems. I've never been one of murder or religion, honestly. It's not interesting to me. But your the cause for all of my suffering, and your the blame for it. You will be the one that is struck down, and it will be up to 'God' what happens to you next.
God? God called in sick today.[/color]
FSX: About time you showed up...
Fallen Souls, with the rest of the crowd, direct their attention to the big screen. The scene portrayed is one that we have seen rather often these past few weeks. It's the abandoned apartment that The Faith calls home. Evans stands in front of the camera with a disgusting look on his face. He grins as we see he has a sharp knife in his grips. He places it in his mouth only before grinning once more.
FSX: Ohh...not actually here, are you? That's kind of pitiful. Can't you even show your fucking face when I have the good graces to not once but TWICE show come down to the ring? Alright, what are you up too?
A.C. EVANS: Now now...This is not the time to be playing mean, is it Xavier?[/color]
FSX: This is honestly me being as nice as I feasibly can manage right now. I want to rip off your skin.
A.C. EVANS: What am I talking about? Ohhh hahaha! Let's take a trip down memory lane, if you will. Follow me here, Xavier. I know how easy it is for your mind to wander. [/color]
FSX seems to listening intently. Why not, after all?
A.C. EVANS: Xavier, you grew up in an orphanage with no one to love you, correct? Aww, how sad. My heart goes out to you. It really does. You never even had anyone to love you. Perhaps it's because you're tainted goods. No one wants to adopt a child like you. It's because you a pathetic piece of shit. THAT'S WHY! Do you remember those years? The years you spent crying over mommy and daddy. The years you spent wanting a new set of parents. The years you spent waiting for somebody to love and care for you. All of those years..it was terrible wasn't it?[/color]
The camera pans out a bit and we can see more of Evans in the room. Evans is wearing a black trench coat with torn up jeans and a black shirt on. His hair is as fucked as ever. Evans looks as deranged as ever. We pan out to see Jeremiah Lynch standing at the doorway, looking for someone.
A.C. EVANS: I'm sorry. Is this a touchy subject for you?[/color]
FSX: Not particularly. People kinda deal with these things over thirty years or so.
A.C. EVANS: Save your tears, Xavier. Because after you see my little surprise, you'll drown yourself in your tears. Now, as I was saying, what ever happened to your parents Xavier?[/color]
FSX: My, that's quite the question. I'd imagine that they died a long time ago.
A.C. EVANS: They...died. Interesting. Xavier, do you ever read the Bible by any chance?[/color]
FSX: When I was a kid. I'm not really big on fiction, though.
A.C. EVANS: Great. Then you'd know that only two people in the entire Bible ever rose from the dead. Jesus Christ himself and Lazarus. I never recall seeing your parents' names in there. [/color]
FSX: Well, that's not necessarily true. For all I know my parents are Jesus and Lazarus. That could happen, right? Fuck if I care regardless.
A.C. EVANS: I guess it's time to reveal my surprise! Xavier, your parents aren't dead. They are right here with me! Mr. and Mrs. Sharade, say hello to your son! [/color]
The camera pans out to show Xavier's parents tied and bound to two chairs. His mother looks amazingly scared. She sits to the left of her husband . Her wrists are taped together with duct tape. She struggles to break free of the rope that ties her to the chair. She has a strip of duct tape right across her mouth, not allowing her screams to be fully heard. Her husband is tied together in the same exact fashion. As we pan out a bit more, we see their ankles and tied together with rope as well. His mother and father sit in front of A.C. Evans, not knowing their fate. Could this madmen harm them? His mom is crying a river at this moment as Xavier does nothing but watch on.
A.C. EVANS: They look happy to see you, Xavier. This is just a great family reunion now, isn't it! I love bringing families together. It's such a shame, though.. [/color]
FSX: Truly is, isn't it? Aw, how sad...go on, continue, What's the shame?
A.C. EVANS: Well, this is the first time you've ever seen your parents, correct? It's such a shame that this will be the first time you've ever seen them. It's also going to be the LAST[/size] time you see them.. [/i][/color]
Evans grins a disgusting grin as he slowly walks toward Fallen Souls parents with this knife in hand. Both of them begin to cry and pant with fear. They look up at Evans, with fear in their eyes. They are obviously terrified of this madman. His mother begins to shake her head, begging Evans not to do this. Evans slowly brings the knife up, grasping it in his hands. He slides the blade across his tongue in a sick fashion.
A.C. EVANS: Xavier, save your parents now. Simply bow down in that ring right now and accept me as your savior.. [/color]
FSX: I'm not honestly sure why you thought this would work. I don't really care if your a sadistic asshole, and if you think threatening to kill these people is going to change my mind and make you my god. But you really don't seem to understand just what I've been through, do you? I spent my early years dealing with child molesters and trying to stop my throat from being slit. Calling that place hell would be giving it too much credit...yet I'm supposed to help these people? I grew up thinking they were dead, and it was kinda comforting. But if they were alive all of this time, and let me suffer regardless? Well...I don't really give a fuck. Do what you will.
A.C. EVANS: You leave me no choice..[/color]
Evans raises the knife to the throat of Fallen Souls mother.She begins to weep now. Evans only grins. Suddenly, he slices the tape covering her lips. Her screams fill the room as Evans grins.
A.C. EVANS: Listen to your mother scream...[/color]
MRS. SHARADE: XAVIER! PLEASE DO WHAT HE SAYS! HE'S GOING TO KILL US! PLEASE! PLEASEEE! DO IT, XAVIER! [/color]
A.C. EVANS: Mother knows best, Xavier. Do as she says..[/color]
FSX: Yeah, okay. I don't even know who these fucking people are, Evans. Haven't you been listening? Your only doing me a favor if you kill them...don't you think I'm serious? Do it, make them die in front of my eyes. I'll happily watch, and I won't hold it against you. But if you honestly think this is going to hurt me, or make me surrender to you to save them? No. There are no people I hate more.
A.C. EVANS: Humorous. Let's see what Pops has to say, Xavier. [/color]
Evans walks over and rips the tape off of his mouth. Before letting out a grunt, his father begins yelling.
MR. SHARADE: I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU! YOU FUCKING FREAK! JUST WAIT UNTIL I GET UNTIED! [/color]
MRS. SHARADE: OH MY GODDDD! HELP US PLEASE! PLEASE!!!!! [/color]
Evans grins and walks around.
A.C. EVANS: Xavier, I'll give you one last chance. Bow before me and your parents are set free. You can begin your life anew with them. The past is gone and you now have a future with your parents..[/color]
MRS. SHARADE: JUST DO IT, BABY! PLEASE! SAVE US! [/color]
A.C. EVANS:Gee, you must love funerals. First Thunderkiss' and now your parents. Oh well, I gave you the chance...[/color]
No..he can't be serious..
Evans slowly walks in front of his father and raises the knife to his throat. The man begins fuming as Evans chuckles a bit. His father begins screaming at Evans.
MR. SHARADE: YOU DON'T HAVE THE FUCKING BALLS TO SLIT MY THROAT, YOU PUSSY![/color]
Suddenly, Evans stops. He raises the knife from his throat and slowly backs off.
A.C. EVANS:You know something... you are right! I can't just slit your throat. I don't have it in me..[/color]
Evans drops the knife and turns around.
A.C. EVANS:I guess your parents live to see another day....[/color]
Evans lowers his heads. All of a sudden, he jerks back around and has a gun in his hand! Evans, now a lunatic begins screaming.
A.C. EVANS: Don't think I won't do it, Xavier![/color]
Fallen simply shakes his head for a moment, looking to the screen.
A.C. EVANS: You leave me no choice..[/color]
And then there was silence. Bullets clearly being shot as everyone in the arena looked on in horror.
Evans' fires three shots from the pistol. All three bullets find their mark, right in his fathers head. Blood would erupt from each wounds as he isn't even able to let out another cry, an explosion from the back of his skull as the bullets pierce their way through, his neck snapping under the pressure of the impact as his body convulses for a few moments, what's left of his face melting down his broken cheek and slowly slinking to the ground as his wife looks on in utter horror.
MRS. SHARADE: AHHHHHHHHHHHH! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! GOD SAVE ME! GOD! OH MY GOD PLEASE HELP ME![/color]
A.C. EVANS: God can't help you..[/color]
There is no mercy. Only death...
Again, all the bullets fly through his mother's body. Two are immediate to strike her body, one flying into her stomach and causing her to lean over and grit her teeth in a cry as she soon bit her tongue, blood pouring from the wound as another soon joined the first, firing slightly higher and narrowly missing her heart as she rocketed in the chair, screaming out a brief moment as blood flooded to her lungs, soon the cries turning to her simply coughing up blood as Evans the place the gun in her open mouth, her eyes widening as he pulled the trigger. They were dead, undoubtedly, as Evans could only laugh with blood splattered over his face.
A.C. EVANS: I am a force to be reckoned with, Xavier...[/color]
Evans drops the gun on a table as he slowly walks out of the picture. The scene on the screen fades to black as FSX looks quite bemused as he stands there in the ring.
|
|
|
Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 12, 2009 17:02:57 GMT -5
”The Funeral” Credit: Danny Mainer/XS3/RDK ”Ave Maria” plays over the speakers as the lights drop to a low purple hue with a commemorative sky blue spotlight hitting the entrance way. The ACW logo covers the AlphaTron as the beautiful classical piece sirens over the deafening silence of the audience who sit and gasp in awe at the arrangement. Along the entrance ramp, row after row of chairs have been set up with a clear aisle down the middle and sat at the side of the ring is a large table covered by a silken white cloth with pretty white flowers in bouquet’s scattered everywhere. Tears run rife through the eyes of the female members of the Kiss Army as they know exactly what’s coming next. Out from the stage six men walk along bearing a large coffin on their shoulder and this is when the waterworks really begin to run. The large, mahogany casket is cradled past the large mountain of dirt positioned to the side of the stage behind the audiences where it will no doubt be positioned. It is carried down the centre aisle way between the rows of chairs and positioned carefully on the white cloth covered table.
The song continues to play on loop as the six men carrying the coffin disappear backstage. The crowd rise simultaneously with loud, roaring booing as Danny Mainer steps out of the curtain dressed in silk black monastery robes with purple shoulders and hood with a thick rope for a belt. He walks down along the aisle with his head bowed and his hood raised as the crowd let rip with their wicked remarks about Danny’s depraved stunt in this entire funeral shindig. He takes to the altar where the coffin resides and he stands in wait and silent prayer as Phillip Jones announces his arrival.Phillip Jones: ”Ladies and gentlemen on this sad and solemn occasion, please welcome Daniel Mainer who shall be leading the procedures tonight.”The crowd are NOT happy with that statement and only boo more as Jones hands the microphone to Mainer himself who is unable to not stare at the floor no doubt overcome with “sadness”.Eddie Edison: ”I have to say Maxie! When I read about this I thought it was just another one of his harebrained schemes but seeing the coffin, the sad music, Mainer’s robes and those guys in suits I’m not so sure!”Maxwell McNally: ”I’m not religious in any sense of the word but I hope to any God up there that this isn’t a stunt by Mainer. There’s some lines you just can’t cross in not just this industry but in life.”Eddie Edison: ”I’ll say, but look at Mainer! He looks deep in concentration and dare I say sadness!”With that, Mainer looks up throwing the hood back off his head and staring at the ceiling with eyeliner painted all around his eyes like some delusional emo child. Danny smirks as he unlocks the latch of Aiden’s coffin and flips the lid to the view of the camera. What’s inside isn’t QUITE Thunderkiss but it IS a very well made plastic model. The crowd gasp in horror at the sight as Danny chuckles to himself. The music cuts off.Edison: ”Oh my God! IT’S HIM!”McNally: ”That’s a plastic model you cretin.”Danny Mainer: ”LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… welcome to the highly anticipated and LOOOOOOONG awaited funeral of Aiden… Bryce… Joseph. Would all those attending like to come in?”With that, a handful of people walk down. It’s basically just interns that showed up but it’s even more surprising when XS3, Andrew Starr and The Macho Man RDK step out of the curtain to thunderous applause from the audience. They hope they'll stomp Mainer’s goofy ass and end this travesty but it’s obvious it’s not going to happen when they park themselves on the front row. When everyone arrives Mainer hushes the audience with a microphone while one of the intern arrivals drops the Coors light crate next to the coffin. Danny smiles and thanks him silently while he awaits silence once again.Danny Mainer: ”Ladies and gentlemen… we are gathered here today to mark the passing of our old and dear friend Aiden Joseph. A man who stood the test of time yet was taken away from us FAR too soon for anyone’s good but that of our Christian God up in heaven who is glad to have reclaimed one of his angels. Thunderkiss will be missed deeply by friends and fans alike and though none of us will recover, he’d like us to think that we should move on and l-*snickers*-ive in a better world without him.”XS3 scoffs in disgust at Danny’s poor showing as Danny scrunches up his face trying not to laugh. Danny's face starts to go a deep shade of red as he tries to stop an outburst of laughter.Danny Mainer: ”He was one of the finer athletes of our time… who always did things the hard way if it meant benefitting one of his friends. He would ALWAYS *cough* go the extra 10 yards for those people he deemed close. He was one of the greatest people to know if you needed a favour that involved sticking your neck out for someone else and truly he was a great person to all of us. Wouldn’t you agree X?”Danny walks over to XS3 who isn’t really having any of his comedy show right now. When he put aside his differences with Mainer from the cruel beatdown last week he figured this’d be a tribute to the fallen but the plastic body and the sarcastic jibes of Mainer have gone straight to the nerve system. Furiously, XS3, Andrew Starr and RDK stand up tall next to Mainer and rip the microphone out of his hands. The Macho Man takes it first, even the people at the funeral are marking out as he takes the microphone.Macho: ...FIRST THINGS FIRST BRUDAH...SHUT YOUR MOUTH - AND KNOW YOUR SYRUP! OOOOH YEAAAH! JEMIMA! Brudah Kiss mighta been one of the Macho Man's biggest rivals to date...but HE DESERVES BETTER THAN THIS! ESPECIALLY A BETTER PREACHER, THAN A ROCKA-JABRONI LIKE YOURSELF! RDK nods before tossing the mic over to XS3. The Macho Man crosses his arms as Danny looks on in disgust, about to make a rebuttal to RDK's jibberish--but XS3 isn't gonna let him.XS3: Shut the fuck up, you little maggot. Step aside while a grown-up is going to talk. Folks, when I came out here, I thought I would honor a man who I've been to hell and back with for the better part of two years. After listening to this little shitstain blabber on, I couldn't take it anymore. I'm going to come clean on something I've kept to myself for a little while... While there were ego clashes, being in the Entourage was some of the most fun I've had in my life. My promo skills improved by leaps and bounds and I was kicking some high-profile ass. But what this little parasite fails to see is that Thunderkiss, while being selfish and egotistical, had chose to fight for his fans and I can respect that. So Danny, you can take this little faux funeral here and shove it up your ass.And with that, Big X and The Macho Man storm off leaving Danny ever so slightly disappointed. He shuts the coffin behind him as even the interns have gotten bored and started to leave as well. Danny grabs a beer from the open crate and cracks it, sipping and forgetting his duties as part of the funeral process. He sips away at the Coors and sighs with relief before realizing what he’s actually supposed to be doing. He carelessly flings the can into the audience soaking a good ten or twenty people as it spins through the air.Danny Mainer: ”With that said, let the closing procedure commense!”The coffin carriers return through the curtains whisking off the casket to the top of the dirt pile into a specially prepared black altar that sits in wait. They place the coffin on it and head off in another direction as Danny looks confidently at the situation before him. He lifts the skirting of the altar and takes out a large can of petroleum before dousing the entire coffin in thick, gloopy and flammable syrup. Danny then takes the microphone and stands to the side of the sticky coffin and smiles addressing the audience one last time.Danny Mainer: ”Before we conclude this ceremony I have one more confession to make… it may come as no surprise to you but it was ME that killed Thunderkiss. You can arrest me, snipe me, set fire to gooch hairs or do whatever you like but I can proudly say I removed Aiden from this industry. I cut him out and burnt him to the ground, he is NO MORE and now we’re free of his tyranny. Rejoice with me as we mark the passing of TK’s existence, mark with me MY TRIUMP over the God of Thunder… mark with me MY SUCCESS.”The crowd boo and begin throwing garbage. Danny ignores it and produces a zippo lighter from his robes holding it up like the sword of ages. He flicks the light on as Danny concludes his speech.Danny Mainer: ”I KILLED THUNDERKISS AND MARK MY WORDS LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… I’D DO ANYTHING TO HEAR THOSE DYING MOANS JUST ONE MORE TIME AGAIN BECAUSE THUNDERKISS FINALLY PAID THE PRICE FOR ALL HIS YEARS OF SIN AND VILLAINY!!! I DID IN 2 WEEKS WHAT JASON FREEMAN, DAN WHITE, JAY ZERO, XS3 AND CHAIRMAN GINGERDUDE COULDN’T DO IN THE LAST 2 YEARS! THUNDERKISS IS DEAD. YOU HEAR ME?! D-E-A-D DEAD AND I COULDN’T BE HAPPIER! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! SAY GOODBYE TO THUNDERKISS ACW, THIS IS YOUR LAST FUCKING CHANCE!!! 15 LONG, HARD YEARS OF HIS PRESENCE AND I'M FINALLY RID OF THE MONSTER!!! BLESS ME AS THE MAN WHO STOPPED THE THUNDER... BLESS ME!”Danny throws the lighter at the coffin as it explodes into flames with Danny dropping to his knees and staring into space as the flames engulf the casket. Mainer cackles like a mad witch as the screen starts to turn to a fade. Rest in peace Aiden Joseph…
|
|
|
Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 12, 2009 17:03:17 GMT -5
Segment: I Had Nothing to Do With This (Credit: Train)
We open backstage with Thunder Train sitting on a table getting examined by some medical personal. His arms seems to be troubling him a bit but other than that, he seems pretty fine. Charlotte King stands next to him with a microphone in hand.
Charlotte: That was some victory out there tonight Train, how do you feel?
Train: I just did what I always do, pwn Freeman.
Charlotte: With a little help from Jonny Hughes of course.
Train: No, I didn't use his help at all. It was only a matter of time before I beat him. And I did! Ah, that hurts a bit.
The doctor raises his arm up a bit and Train nods with a look of pain on his face.
Charlotte: Did you see what happened before your match?
Train: No, what?
Charlotte: The riot that happened outside over what you said about Macho Man a few weeks ago.
Train: Oh wow, that sucks.
Charlotte: Don't you feel a little bit like it's your fault?
Train: Why should I? It's not like I said for people to stand up and fight against that traitor. They did that on their own. But I guess it's nice to see that people agree with what I said. And it's only a matter of time before everyone turns on him and he's outcast from ACW forever. It's not my fault and everyone who thinks so should get their head checked out.
Charlotte: Your arm seems pretty beat up, did it have anything to do with XS3's attack earlier?
Train: ATTACK? He didn't attack me. He simply got the better of me, once. It won't happen again. And next week, he's going to have nowhere to run after. If he goes outside that ring, he's going to get destroyed. And as for this little arm issue, it's nothing to worry about. I heal twice as fast as the average man because of my increased badassery.
Doctor: I'm sorry Charlotte but you need to leave here right away. Train needs to rest for a bit.
Charlotte: Alright.
Charlotte leaves and Train lies down on the table. The doctor continues looking at his arm. It will probably be fine in a bit, but for now it's hurt him kinda bad. Train knows that XS3 will see this and wants to do everything he can in order to cover up the injury.
Fade out.
|
|