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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 15:56:34 GMT -5
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The Macho Man RDK vs. Jason Freeman
Scott Andrews vs. AC Evans and Wayde Russeller
The Senator vs. Danny Mainer
Dave Shadow vs. Josh Roberston Entertainment Championship
XS3 vs. Thunder Train - Lumberjack Match
------------------------------------ Warfare will be delayed by one hour due to some technological issues which have impeded my ability to throw this show together. I'm sorted now but can't compile the show in 35 minutes. Thank you for your patience and apologies are made for this delay.
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 17:51:12 GMT -5
Here we go, another episode of Warfare compiled by your main man and known Psycho Butcher Danny Mainer. Having read everything tonight this show is going to be ace so sit back, enjoy the ride and let the wrestling commence.
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 17:51:53 GMT -5
Segment: So Many Questions, So Little Evidence (Credit: Scott Andrews) I had a lot of thinking to do over the weekend. I had already collected a bunch of evidence, well...enough to be considered evidence by me. The trip to the mob headquarters was definitely an experience; I think they need to lighten up a little though. I mean if that’s how they treat their guests, I’d hate to see what they do to their enemies...
So now what am I looking for? A 5’6”ish, green wearing male that may or may not be carrying around the murder weapon, which in this case was an axe; that narrows it down a bit...
As I sit in my locker room I ponder the possible offenders. I go through the ACW roster one by one, even the new guys; I’ve already been through the staff. The list doesn’t look promising, but I highlight all the shorter and lighter competitors like Danny Mainer, Jack Jefferson, and Jay Zero. I wouldn’t rule out the possibility. And if they did kill my father, their days as an ACW competitor are over...heh...they’re life is over.
Thinking about it only brings back the questions to my mind. Why did they do it? Why do I feel so guilty? [/color] WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY?! [/size] All of a sudden I hear a knock at the door. If anything I’m glad it takes my mind off the subject. I get up and answer it, but nobody appears as I open the door. Where did they go?
I look down and see a brown paper envelope with my name on it. A pay rise? Naked pictures of myself that will be used for blackmail? Only one way to find out...
The seal tears with ease and all that lies within the envelope is a piece of cardboard that reads:“I KNOW WHO DID IT” Scott: SON OF A BITCH! WHERE ARE YOU?! COME BACK HERE! It’s no use. The bastards probably on his way home out the arena gates. But the delivery of the message gives me a big, fat clue; the killer is here in ACW...[/color] Fade Out.
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 17:53:17 GMT -5
Planning The Perfect Opportunity Dan White Sunday 15th February, 13:25pm. ACW ArenaThe land of ACW has certainly had a welcome treat tonight, as we see not one, not two, but five matches that we've never seen before in ACW history. And to add to the festivities, we fade in to ACW's favourite little anarchist, Dan White. There's a huge cheer from the crowd as he is shown from yesterday, snooping through the corridors. When not on show days, the ACW arena is pretty quiet, with wrestlers usually tendering themselves to their homes and whatnot. Dan White though clearly has some business that he needs to take care of, which explains the reason why he's in the ACW arena.
To be precise, he's around Chairman Gingerdude/Commissioner Zero's office, with a view to trying to get in. He carefully looks around both ways, before clutching the doornob, and placing a key inside. But there's an expression of frustration as he's unable to budge the door. Annoyed, he attempts it a second time, but to no avail. He looks down, sighing and muttering under his breath.Dan: The bastards must have had the locks changed. Hands on hips he rolls his eyes before looking up in thought. How could he possibly get into the arena? And hey, why am I trying to somewhat encourage him? I'm just a simple narrator-type description person, so don't judge me. I said don't!
Anyways, Dan has another idea, and notices a plantpot next to the door. A lightbulb sparks over his head, and he begins rummaging through the mud, and before too long he smiles, and pulls out a set of keys. He laughs to himself, muttering something again.Dan: Heh, just like my mum had me do at home. British households were all the same. He then goes to enter the office, but then something tweaks his eye. He notices the rung of keys, and another thought pops into his head. Thankfully, he likes to think out loud.Dan: Hmm, if this key's what I think it's for, then I think we can have the most expensive party on ACW Island history! He smirks again, and I think we can all assume what Dan's thinking as he whips his mobile phone out, calling a number. He waits a few moments as a couple of rings vibrate through his ear, before the man on the other side picks up.??: Hello? Dan: Alright Biggin, how you doing, pal? Ivor Biggin. It figures.Biggin: Aye not so bad, yourself? Dan: Sound, fella. Sound. Hey listen, I've managed to get the keys to Gingerpube's house, right. He lives in a big proper fuck off mansion at the top of Langley Bank. Biggin: Oh aye, I've seen that on Cash in the Attic. ...Dan: ...Anyways, ignoring your crap taste in television, you've seen it yeah? Well guess who happens to have a key to his house? Biggin: Haha, awesome, dude! What you gonna do with it? Dan: Well, go into the house, obviously. Biggin: Yeah well I knew that, ya daft bastard. Dan: I'm gonna throw an awesome party, right, cos I've not thrown one in ages and my balls are starting to itch. I fancy getting myself knee-deep in a slut's clunge. Too much information, maybe? Sorry about that, folks.Biggin: Nice one, pal. But what happens when Gingerdude comes back from his holiday? Dan: Hmm, well I ain't thought of that, have I? I'm just gonna wing it, and if he comes up bollocking me, then I've done my job, haven't I? He's authority, I absolutely hate authority. I'm just showing Gingerpubes what happens when he puts inept fools in charge and they can't hack it. I mean Jay Zero? I couldn't be less scared of that fool. I'd put in my World Title shot tomorrow night if I could be arsed. Biggin: Why can't you be arsed? Dan: Cos I'm gonna be hungover! Look, don't worry, I'll take the flack from whoever decides to get mardy about this kind of thing. You just call the lads, I'm gonna spread the word, and get someone to find me some kind of cheap alcohol. Biggin: Alright, gotcha. Dan: Sound. Meet me here at 8, then. Dan hangs up, and puts his phone in his pocket. He has a huge smile on his face as he begins to walk down the corridor.Dan: This is gonna be one hell of a party... Indeed it shall be.
Fade Out.
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 17:54:25 GMT -5
”Puppy Love”Credit: Chris Phenomenal/ In the suburbs of ACW Island, Chris Phenomenal is shown taking a stroll with a party of two beautiful women under each arm who both look smitten as they walk with his arms around their shoulders. Chris couldn’t be any happier with the situation as they confidently walk along a main road through ACW’s suburbs looking like a pure pimp daddy as he does it, smirking at passersby and growling at people who he think are “threats” like the man he is. The girls are in heaven being with Chris and Chris is in heaven being with the girls and they’re most certainly an eye-catching trio as they walk through the main shopping row through this particular district of ACW Island. This continues for several moments until finally they walk past a pet shop and most sane, beautiful women have a soft-spot for those fluffy little critters. The two girls stop to fawn over the animals babying them through the shop window while Chris just smirks casually.Broad 1: “Ohmygod, look at that one! It’s so cuteeeeee!” Broad 2: “Yeah! Totally kawaii!” Chris Phenomenal: ”Ladies, pick one and I’ll buy it for ya’. I got the money.”The two girls weigh up their options as they look around at the cats, dogs, parrots and hamsters on display in the window when they suddenly BOTH meet eyes with the cutest looking German Shepherd puppy you will ever see. They both coo and rub the window trying to use their mental powers to penetrate the glass and fluff the ego of the little puppy which smiles and pants at them sweetly.Both Girls: “THAT one.” Chris smirks admiring the choice but for his own personal reasons as German Shepherds are vicious fighters and undyingly loyal when trained correctly. He observes the price tag as 200 dollars for a pure-bred puppy and smirks as he can more then easily afford it. He pulls out a huge roll of cash and waves it in front of the eyes of the puppy and the girls but almost like the dog knows who he is it barks the sweetest little bark at him aggressively. Fire in its eyes like it can sense how much of a jerk he is. Chris cocks an eyebrow but ignores it.Chris Phenomenal: ”Ladies, meet your new puppy.”Chris prepares to swagger in through the door to buy the dog but his attention is distracted by the fact that a man with greasy and slowly greying hair is taking the dog out of its cage in the shop window. Chris is taken aback and looks through the window as he takes him to the counter putting him in a puppy travel box. A man in a black hoodie and cargo pants hands over a large wad of cash and waves politely before taking the dog’s travel cage and walks towards the door, satisfied as the new owner of a German shepherd. Both girls are visibly distraught by this “pervert” as they call him taking their dog. Chris IS NOT happy and when the man walks out the door he can immediately yells at him. He can’t see the man in the jacket because his head is low.Chris Phenomenal: ”What the fuck bro?! That’s MY dog you just bought. You wanna hand it over before I stomp your ugly ass all the way across the island?”? ? ?: ”It doesn’t have your name on it jerkward. Besides, I paid with my money and this dog isn’t YOUR property. It’s a living breathing animal that I’ve taken into custody.”Chris Phenomenal: ”Cut that hippy bullshit out jerkwad, that’s MY property and you have some fucking nerve just wandering in and taking it. Do you have any idea who I am?”The man with the dog flicks back his hood revealing the long brown locks of Danny Mainer’s hair as Chris almost jumps a mile in shock.Danny Mainer: ”Yeah actually, you’re the man who keeps sticking his nose into my shit. Chris Mnemonic right?”Chris Phenomenal: ”Chris Phenomenal, I’m sick of seeing your ugly face around here. Why the Hell is someone with the obvious mental issues that you have allowed to look after a dog anyways? And for that matter, why would you want one? Miss your girlfriend?!”Danny Mainer: ”If I wanted a good fuck, I would get a rottweiler. Big is better, asshole.”Broad 1: “Eww, that’s disgusting.” Chris turns and snaps at the woman with him.Chris Phenomenal: ”Shut up for a second will ya. I’m taking care of some business! Now, you have 5 seconds to hand over the dog and run before I run you down in my Cadillac, capiche?”Danny Mainer: ”Go buy another, they’re all possessions to you anyways so finding another one like it won’t exactly matter to you.”Chris Phenomenal: ”Gimme the fucking dog Mainer! I‘m warnin‘ ya, this is gonna get awful ugly if you don‘t hand her over.”Danny Mainer: ”I would but I’m actually VERY strongly in support of animal rights and the day I leave this pup in your hand to fawn over for ten minutes and then abandon is the day I saw off my own balls with Sally. So if you wanna fight me for him and ruin my shoes with your dirty blood then go on right ahead and start but we all know this isn’t about the dog. This is about the fact of how once again I bested you. Just like I bested you in our encounter last week and how I managed to total your car better then you did mine. You suck, face it.”Chris chuckles as Mainer resorts to the classic, “you suck.” In fact this calms Chris down a bit as he looks at Mainer, his eyes turning from the darker blue like the raging ocean waters, to the calm of a river stream. Chris Phenomenal: “Mainer let me tell you a little story. You see many years ago on the streets of Harlem there was a little boy named Chris. Now he had the style and the swag and every body fawned over him. Now there was another little dirty ghetto kid who envied Chris, wanted to be like him. So one day he took his basketball and you wan‘t to know what Chris did to him Mainer. He took the mother fucker by his filthy dirty hair, and strapped him to a chair. He took a serrated knife and slowly sawed half his middle finger off. He then used that Middle finger to light a joint and smoked it, inhaling deep and blowing smoke in his face. After that Mainer he bound kicked the chair over so the fucker was on his back, tied his legs to the chair and left him their. Now it doesn’t sound like much Mainer, but that was fifteen years ago when I was eight years old, imagine what I would do to you right now. Now there are a hundred other dogs out there. You can hand this one over and go get another one, I‘ll even give you and extra fifty bucks for the damned dog, you can go out with Sally for a nice dinner and we can avoid any unnecessary blood shed. All you have to do is hand the bloody dog over.Chris looks at Mainer, his hand out waiting for Mainer to hand over the dogDanny Mainer: ”I have better things to do then to waste my time talking to a slack-jawed white boy with bad breath and a place in his heart for cheap women. I’m off because I have to go break some headlining wrestlers instead of just curtain-jerking. Cya later.”With that, Danny hawks a loogie into the face of Chris Phenomenal and sprints off into the distance cradling the German Shepherd dog box under his arm leaving Phenomenal behind him to boil on the chance encounter. He wipes his face with the sleeve of his shirt and drops to one knee while his hoes just stare at him like a nutter.Chris Phenomenal: ”MAINNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”FADE (additional credit: Mainer)
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 17:54:53 GMT -5
14/02/09Jack Jefferson/Jonny Hughes/ * The following video is a www.JackJefferson.com exclusive *\ - Enjoy! -One thing Jack Jefferson does well is throw a party, as evidenced by the fact his apartment is packed with people. The occasion for tonight’s party is to celebrate his brother BJ’s successful debut on Fallout and everybody seems to be enjoying themselves. Jack and BJ, who looks to be on the wrong side of tipsy, are each poured a shot of Black Sambuca and they count to 3 in unison before knocking them back with relish.Jack: Gotta hand it to ya...you drink like a pro! This is gonna be one hell of a fucking party!! BJ: Yes...YES! Definitely gonna be mint! Gimme more booze! Jack laughs and pours himself and his brother another shot each. Almost as soon as the booze has left the bottle the shots have been knocked back and the brothers high five each other, BJ whooping at the achievement they’ve both just attained.Jack: Haha, quality! Well I’m gonna go see if I can find myself a hot piece of arse in this joint and get her smashed! BJ laughs at this and high-fives Jack once more before Jack picks up the bottle and struts off into the crowd, albeit a little unsteadily. Fighting his way through the crowd he sees Jonny Hughes stood in the corner talking with agent Brian Bravado. He looks serious and Bravado seems to be trying to convince him that it’s a good idea to be here. Jack swaggers over and slams a shot glass down in front of Hughes, taking him by surprise.Jack: You always look so serious, you need to lighten up I think! Hughes doesn’t respond but instead eyes Jack warily as he pours him a shot of Black Sambuca with a flourish.Jack: Get that down you, it’ll definitely liven you up! Hughes shoots a look of contempt in the direction of Bravado before swiftly necking the shot, growling and grimacing slightly afterwards. Jefferson smiles and pats Hughes on the back encouragingly, pouring him another shot as he does so. Hughes wastes little time in downing this shot either, much to the delight of Jefferson.Jack: Haha! I love it! I’m gonna leave this bottle with ya so you can truly loosen up! Laters!! With that Jefferson stumbles off into the crowd, grabbing an unopened bottle of lager on his way. Minutes later he can be seen tilting the bottle back enthusiastically whilst a big breasted blonde woman grinds on him. Hughes looks at his agent Brian Bravado, who shoots him an apologetic glance before necking his shot of Black Sambuca.Hughes: So much for an A List party...How is being here going to raise my public profile?Bravado: Sorry champ. Looks like I was mis-informed about the guestlist.Hughes: Does this party look like it even has a guestlist?...Before Brian Bravado can speak Hughes grabs a nearby bottle of beer and opens it against the corner of a nearby table, he takes a long swig of the ale, eyeing Brian Bravado all the time.Hughes: Fuck it...I’m here now so I might as well enjoy myself.Hughes casually downs his beer before tossing the empty bottle into a nearby trashcan. He grabs a few more bottles from the table as his agent chuckles as his client is finally letting his hair down. Bravado grabs himself a bottle and is about to open it when Hughes snatches it from him.Hughes: Hey!...None for you...you’re working.Hughes laughs as Bravado’s smile quickly disappears and disappointment spreads across his face, Hughes then decides to go and mingle with the crowd leaving Bravado alone, disappointed and worst of all, without any sort of alcoholic beverage.
Fade to Black
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 17:55:39 GMT -5
Segment: Dawn of a new champion Credit: Josh Robertson
The camera cuts to a shot of the parking lot of the ACW arena. Moments later we hear the sound of screeching brakes as a new black Audi TT Quattro Sport turns into the parking lot and squeals into a parking space right outside of the back entrance to the arena. The driver door immediately opens to show a disgruntled Josh Robertson getting out of the car. He quickly picks up his sports bag off the passenger seat and slams the door behind him. Wearing a gauze on his forehead the effects of his car crash last Thursday at the hands of Mr. White's tyre spike strip.
Almost running Robertson yanks open the door and enters the arena. He tears down the hallway, heading towards the locker room area as a camera man can be seen running after him. As he turns a corner however, he just so happens to run into the type of person you would think he'd least want to - an interviewer. ?: Josh!
Standing right in front of him is none other than Charlotte King. She lifts up a microphone and a slightly optimistic grin appears on her face as the camera man catches up from behind. Robertson doesn't appear to be impressed it has to be said.
Charlotte King: Would you give us an interview, please?
Josh Robertson: Ugh, fine. What do you want?
Charlotte King: Now obviously just from looking at your face we can see the effects of what happened last Thursday after Meltdown went off air. It is rumoured to be Dan White who layed the tyre spikes, someone who you have been at odds with over the past couple of weeks, what is your comment on all this?
Robertson frowns at King as she lifts the microphone for him to speak into. Josh Robertson: What is my comment? My comment is, despite the majority of the population of this island being unable to visualise that piece of scum as the person behind it thanks to having crushes - or in some cases man crushes - on him, it is as clear as the sky is blue that Dan White is the man who attempted to MURDER me. And what does Dan White get for doing this? Nothing, like usual! He gets off scot-free because this place is nothing more than an island full of incompetent imbeciles! I mean, Dan even WANTED to make it known it was him behind it and you people still refuse believe!
Charlotte King: Those are several very serious accusations, Josh...
Josh Robertson: Oh?! Well then, take a look at this!
Robertson reaches into his right jean pocket (which just so happens to belong to a blue pair jeans that complement a trendy black jacket) and pulls a piece of paper and hands it to King. King looks surprised and a bit speechless as Robertson continues. Josh Robertson: I thought that might change your tone, Charlotte! Fact is, Dan and his accomplices dumb and dumber are nothing more than thugs and this is just an example of their thuggery at its finest! However, despite the fact I suffered a laceration to my forehead that required stitches and a concussion to go with it, the only thing that idiot achieved is to verify he is nothing more than coward! He constantly surrounds himself with dumb and dumber, and if they're not around then he results to using foreign objects. The fact of the matter is, Dan White is a cowardly thug of a man who has just made the biggest mistake of his entire career!
I'm sure he has already made many mistakes in his pathetic career, but last Thursday he made things personal. Even after he assaulted me I still wanted nothing more to do with the waste of space, but he had to keep pushing and pushing and now, he is going to pay. White has never EVER faced someone that has the wrestling ability I do, and once I get my hands on him he is going to learn just why thugs don't make very good wrestlers! Sooner or later Charlotte, Dan White is going to be next.
Robertson's expression shows that he isn't kidding either. King waits a couple of moments for Robertson to calm down, as his breathing is visibly harder than usual. Charlotte King: Moving on...after defeating Wayde Russeller last Thursday and making him submit to The Purifier, tonight you have been given your first title opportunity as you face off against Dave Shadow for the ACW Entertainment Championship, what are your thoughts on this?
Josh Robertson: My match with Wayde went even easier than I thought it would. I mean, when I said that I thought he was going to be less of a challenge than Jake Cheng I didnt think it was going to be THAT less! It was like being in the ring with a headless chicken, the man didn't have a clue what to do! He did exactly what I expected, and that was try to brawl. Unfortunately for Wayde Russeller, just like the ring isn't the place for thugs it isn't the place for bar room brawlers.
Now, Jay Zero has made the first decision of his reign as Commissioner that actually makes sense. There is nobody other than me that deserves a shot at the ACW Entertainment Champion. Just look at what I've done since I came to ACW - I have beaten Bryce, Alex Trixer, Chris Williams, AC Evans, Wayde Russeller and Jake Cheng. My only losses are through people cheating to win. Hell, come to think of it, I deserve the ACW Entertainment Champion more than it's so called champion, Dave Shadow. See, what took me one week to do, took him 2 months! Tonight everybody in the world is going to see the first of the big steps taken to save this industry. Dave Shadow is nothing more than a joke, a blagger - he doesn't know what it truly means to be a champion and tonight he is going to find out what really makes a champion when I capture my first championship in this company and give it that shred of credibility that it deserves.
Charlotte, tonight Josh Robertson is going to purify the ACW Entertainment Title and put the title around the waist of a real wrestler for the first time in it's histroy, now that...that is SWEET!
A rare smirk appears on the face of Robertson, he nods his head and stares into the eyes of Charlotte before simply walking off. Fade to black.
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 17:56:38 GMT -5
The Morning After The Night Before Jack Jefferson
Jack Jefferson wakes up with a groan, he rubs his face as he forces his eyes open only to realise he doesn’t have a clue where he is. The confusion is evident as Jefferson surveys the unfamiliar curtains, furnishings and bedspread. He rolls over to see a sleeping woman, her back to him and looks worried, unable to even remember who she is. She groans and rolls over so that Jefferson can see her face, and he looks extremely relieved due to the fact that the woman is actually quite attractive. He slowly lifts the quilt in order to check out what her body is like and smiles to himself, clearly pleased with the results.
Jefferson lays there for a few seconds, looking pleased with himself, before carefully getting out of the bed and heading to the open door in the corner leading to the en-suite bathroom. Once in the bathroom he wastes little time climbing into the shower. He winces at the noise the tumbling water makes, clearly he doesn’t want to wake the woman up before he has chance to get out of her place. This illusion is shattered quickly though as the doorbell can be heard ringing, shortly followed by the noise of the woman getting out of bed and going to answer the door.
The noise of conversation can be heard but it isn’t obvious what they’re saying, despite Jefferson’s best efforts. He turns the shower off slowly and dries himself off quickly before walking back into the bedroom. It takes him a while to find all his clothes because they’re well and truly scattered all about the room, he finds his boxer shorts hanging from the lamp in the corner, but he is dressed as quickly as possible and creeps over to the door, opening it a crack.
Outside, in what looks like a living room, Jefferson can see the woman talking to a massive guy – around 6’5” or so – with a bald head. He strains to hear what they’re saying, a worried look on his face.
Man: ...so is 7pm good for you?
Woman: Yeah, sounds good to me.
Man: Brilliant, because it’s your birthday I’ve booked your favourite table.
Woman: Awww thanks, that’s great! I’m gonna make some coffee, you want some?
She hugs the man and walks off into the kitchen to make some coffee. The man shouts after her.
Man: Remember Steph...
Jefferson thinks to himself “Ah right, that’s her name – who knew?!”
Stephanie: Yeah I know, milk and two sugars!
With Stephanie out of the room Jefferson decides this is his opportunity to leave and he looks around wildly, grabbing the phone on her bedside table and ripping it out of the wall. With the phone firmly in his grasp Jefferson charges out of the room and, without a second’s though, smashes the phone over the back of the man’s head. He crumbles to the ground and Jefferson smirks to himself, making to leave until...
Stephanie: WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE?!
Jefferson: You could have fucking told me you had a boyfriend! I didn’t fancy a fight with this ape – he’s fucking massive!!
Stephanie: Boyfriend?! What are you going on about? That’s my dad you bastard!
Jefferson: Your what?
Stephanie: MY DAD!!
Jefferson: Oh...shit!
Jefferson looks around nervously before deciding there’s only one honourable thing to do.
Jefferson: Er...yeah...I’m really sorry! Well, anyway, give me a call sometime...when you get your phone fixed.
With that Jefferson beats a hasty retreat as he bolts out of the front door, leaving the screaming Stephanie behind him. As he gets onto the street he stops to tie his shoelaces and takes his phone out of his pocket. He goes into his Address Book, scrolls down to S and deletes the entry for Stephanie.
Fade to Black.
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 17:57:25 GMT -5
Title: Takin' Out the Trash. Credit: Evans & FSX
We fade back out to the scene of Fallen Souls walking around the backstage area. Fallen is wearing a black button down shirt with the top button unbuttoned. He is wearing khaki slacks as well. He walks down the hall way on his way back to his locker room. FSX readjusts the duffel bag around his shoulder. As he brushes past a backstage worker and makes his way to his locker room. The nameplate on the door reads "Fallen Souls" in big bold letters. He opens the door and walks in, closing the door behind him. The cameras follow him and we see that he is in a pitch dark room now. He searches for the lights and turns them on. As he places his bag on the ground, he turns around and looks a bit surprised. A.C. Evans, Wayde, and Jeremiah Lynch stand in front of him now.
A.C. EVANS: Greetings, Xavier.[/color]
FSX: Well, what a pleasant surprise. I was waiting for you to show up...You know, before I started bashing my face into the wall.
A.C. EVANS: Just decided to come check up on you. How are you holding up? How are your paren-- Oh. That's right...[/color]
Evans grins a disgusting grin, but it doesn't seem to phase Fallen Souls.
FSX: Aren't you just hilarious? Glad to see you can amuse yourself so much, Evans. Do you actually want something from me? Perhaps your finally willing to stop acting like a little girl and fight me? Yes, little girls murder people. Don't even say it.
A.C. EVANS: Oh, just keep putting up that facade, Xavier. You can keep telling yourself that watching your parents die didn't bother you, but we all know it did. We all know that the child inside of you wanted to jump out and save them. But you wouldn't..you wouldn't let bygones be bygones. You held a little grudge against them, and now they are dead. I didn't kill them, Xavier, you did. [/color]
FSX: Honestly? I don't really understand why you think I'd care. If you didn't kill them I'd probably of just found out where they were and killed them myself after the show. You just saved me some time.
A.C. EVANS: Regardless of if you care of not, I come to offer you something. [/color]
FSX: About fucking time. So what's it going to be, then? A match?
A.C. EVANS: Sure. I'm not some evil guy, right Xavier? I'm a nice guy. Jeremiah, present him with our gift. [/color]
Jeremiah Lynch nods his head as he returns with a large garbage bag. Lynch grimaces a bit as he hands it to FSX. FSX looks confused as blood drips from the bag.
A.C. EVANS: Now, you and your parents can be together forever! [/color]
Fallen opens the bag and recoils in disgust. Not so much because it is his parents, but simply because of the smell.
FSX: Have you never disposed of a fucking body before?! This smells like fucking shit! What the hell is wrong with you?!
A.C. EVANS: I'm sick? I'm sick because I tried to do the right thing? You let them die. Their blood is on your hands, Xavier. You cannot blame this upon me! [/color]
FSX: Enough of that shit. I don't care, really. Their dead, you killed them, props to you. Now! Let's fight in the ring already!
A.C. EVANS: In the ring, you say? [/color]
FSX: Yes! I've been saying that for fucking weeks! In. The. Ring. Seriously! Let's go!
A.C. EVANS: Surely, you don't know what you are getting yourself into by challenging me, [/color]
FSX: Honestly, I could care less if you actually were the reincarnation of Jesus. I'm going to beat you, and your going to cry. So let's go!
A.C. EVANS: Hm. I accept your challenge. [/color]
FSX: FINALLY! Was that so hard?!
A.C. EVANS: That's right. On Thursday, it's going to be Fallen Souls himself taking on...Wayde Russller![/color]
Even Wayde looks a bit confused.
FSX: Ugh...are you serious? Stop wasting my time! I don't need to beat up little boy Russler, fight me yourself!
A.C. EVANS: Wayde will destroy you so I don't have to. It saves me time in the long run. [/color]
FSX: Seriously, I have never met someone as pathetic as you.
A.C. EVANS: Hardly. Well, I'll be seeing you around, Xavier. Tell your parents hello for me! [/color]
As The Faith walks off, FSX clearly quite livid with his thoughts.
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 17:58:10 GMT -5
Segment: Some pre-match hype! Yeah! (Credit: Freeman/RDK) Macho Man RDK. Cream of the Crop.
OoOoH Yeaah!
The International Champion strides down the hall, soon to be wrestling in the ring out there tonight. The fans scream in support as they see the Macho Man make his way closer to the curtain via titantron....
All of a sudden, footsteps are heard, and RDK looks to the side, off camera. Who could this be? The fans boo as Jason Freeman, the Television Champion walks on screen. He looks at RDK with an expression that's hard to read. Certainly though, he looks as if he has some choice words to say to him. RDK however, speaks first. RDK: WELL WELL WELL, IF IT AIN'T THE GOPHER WITH THE LOAFER, BRU--- Freeman: Don’t you say another word. By some gift, it seems that I have been booked to face you tonight, and I could not be happier. Tonight, I can finally expose you for what you really are. WHO you really are! RDK: OoOoH Yeaah Freeman! I AM THE LORD AND MASTER OF THE PIE! YOU BETTAH BELIEVE IT! STRAWBERRY TO HUCKLEBERRY, THREE POINT ONE FOUR TO MUD...MACHO MAN R-D-K IS A GENUINE STUD! YEAAAAH! Freeman: RDK, you are a man who even in YOUR time was overhyped and overrated. Now your time is over. You’re lucky you were allowed back in this company, but you certainly don’t belong here. I thought you had realized that you were finished, but it seems you have come back to cling to the last remaining threads of your glory and ride your wave of hype as far as it can take you. These fans flock to you, but really you’re just as worthless as they are. You won the International Championship, the one that should be around MY waist, by interference from XS3, and since then you’ve defended it once by some ridiculous stipulation even after you lost the match, and another time by defeating a superstar who is even more washed up then you are. When are you just going to give up, RDK? When are you just going to realize that it’s time to move on. Take a page from Jake Cheng’s book, and get the hell out of here. RDK: Chickity China the CHINESE CHICKEN, WHEN WE GET OUT IN THAT RING TONIGHT--YOU GONNA GET AN OL' FASHIONED MACHO LICKIN'! YEAAAH! I AM the ACW International Champion! NOBODY DOES IT BETTER, THAN THE MACHO MAN R-D-K...AND THESE PEOPLE...THE MILLIONS... ...AND MILLIONS....
RDK isn't satisfied with this response...[/center] RDK: ....THE MILLIONS!!!!!!.... ...AND MILLIONS....
That's better...[/center] RDK: ...OF THE MACHO MAN'S FANS, AGREE JUST THAT! YEAAH! The fans cheer as RDK finishes his response, and Freeman just glares at him. It’s just like these fans to worship a man like RDK, when in Freeman's mind he thinks it’s HE who’s talented. HE who deserves the belt, and HE who deserves RDK’s spot. RDK doesn’t seem very bothered at all by Freeman’s biting words, but you can’t say the same about Freeman in response to RDK’s. Freeman: Listen to me. When I beat you tonight, which I quite obviously will, I assume that should be enough to earn myself a championship opportunity. And then, I’ll beat you again. Then I’ll take that championship--- RDK: Brudah this and BRUDAH THAT! Brudah PISS and brudah FAT! All ya do is whine and moan about how you deserve to be champ, but I do not see any title around your waist brudah! Why don't you just bring it!? Freeman: Oh, don’t you worry. I will. In the ring. RDK: Ha....The Mach is far from worried brud, but I look forward to it all the same! Yeaaah! Freeman takes another look at RDK, and shakes his head. Quite clearly he wants no more of this conversation. He’s finished. Anything else he would like to say he plans on showing RDK in the ring instead. And the fact that RDK seems so unconcerned about Freeman’s statements certainly makes Freeman angry, but he can take his aggressions out in the ring. Freeman: Bring your best, because you’re gonna need it. RDK: The Macho always brings his best brudah! A MILLION PERCENT! OOOOOH YEAAAAH! And then Freeman turns and marches off, their match just moments away. Can Freeman pull off a victory over the International Champion? Or will his words prove to be nothing but that…just words. We will find out shortly. Very shortly. Macho Man! Jason Freeman! One on one! Next!
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:00:04 GMT -5
Match 1: Macho Man RDK vs. Jason Freeman (Credit: Freeman)
And the bell rings. For a moment the two men just look at each other. RDK motions Freeman to come forward, but Freeman just stands in his corner, glaring in RDK’s direction. Freeman knows this is a big match, and he needs to impress, and he gets ready, mentally preparing himself, and strategizing. Eventually, he finally steps forward, and while the fans expect a quick assault, Freeman puts his hands out, obviously signifying for a lockup, which was not exactly what was expected here.
McNally: Well that’s an interesting decision by Freeman here. Edison: This isn’t how I expected him to start this at all. McNally: Well I assume that he knows that a win here would certainly be a big step towards a title shot, and I guess he wants to make sure he impresses as many people as possible
RDK, amused, comes forward, and the two lock up. Freeman transitions into a headlock, and he yanks on RDK’s head as hard as possible, grimacing with the intensity he puts into the simple hold. Quite obviously he’s going all out. RDK backs up, bouncing Freeman into the ropes, and then shoving him forward. Freeman bounces off the ropes, and rebounds forward, attempting a clothesline but RDK ducks, and Freeman runs back right into a shoulderblock, which hits him hard, and causes him to fall to the ground and roll over to the corner, where he gets to his knees, and looks up at RDK. The fans begin a thunderous chant of “RDK! RDK! RDK!” Nothing to get the fans into the first match of the night then getting to watch RDK in the ring! The thunderous chant seems to rock the arena, and Freeman looks grimly out at the crowd. Quite obviously he does not enjoy the amount of support his opponent has. Freeman gets to his feet, after a brief pause, and then the two lock up again.
Freeman tries for something unclear, because RDK reverses it with a headlock takedown to Freeman, and then they go into generic chain wrestling combo #3, as RDK holds the headlock, Freeman counters by getting his legs up around RDK’s head, and RDK escapes that predicament. The two get to their feet once more. RDK is up first, and as Freeman gets to his knees, he maneuvers himself behind RDK as he stands, and grabs him around the waist, pushing him forward into the ropes, before trying to cause him to rebound into a rollup. RDK grabs the ropes however, and Freeman just does a backwards roll, losing his grip on RDK. Freeman gets to his feet, and runs towards RDK only to be flipped over the top rope, only to land on the apron. RDK goes for a punch, but Freeman blocks it and punches RDK, who draws back. Freeman gets to the top rope as soon as he can, but obviously not soon enough, as RDK quickly comes forward, grabbing him, and flipping him off the turnbuckle, across the ring. Freeman lands, and manages to get to his feet relatively quickly, only to be knocked back to the ground from some of Macho’s famous punches.
Edison: I don’t think this is how Freeman wanted to start the match! McNally: Well, he is keeping up relatively well, but RDK has ended up on top by the end each time so far.
Freeman rolls into a corner once more, and RDK looks at him for a second looking amused. Freeman has taken some harder shots this time, and so he takes a little longer to get to his feet, before turning and pounding his fists into the top turnbuckle, the frustration at the opening minutes finally showing. Freeman turns looking back at RDK, and takes a deep breath, regaining his composure, and regrouping once more. RDK turns and poses for the crowd, and as the thunderous cheers come once again, Freeman snaps and runs forward. No lock ups this time! Knee to the gut, CHOP to the chest. RDK draws back, but rebounds with a punch to Freeman, and another! Freeman blocks a third, and goes for a kick but Macho grabs his leg, spins him around only to lariat him to the ground! Freeman gets up quickly, clutching his head, and Macho hits an overhand punch that stuns him, Macho hits another punch, and then…he winds up going for a hook punch, but Freeman ducks and gets behind him. Freeman hits a waist lock and runs, propelling RDK right into the turnbuckle, chest first. RDK hits it at great speed, and Freeman falls backwards, starting to get up. RDK turns around, still a bit winded, and bends down towards Freeman, only to be caught up in an inside cradle! 1….2….and RDK kicks out powerfully. Freeman rolls away and gets to his feet, but now he has a bit of a smirk on his face as he points towards RDK, and makes a motion with his hand that just says “So close…” Perhaps Freeman may have almost had him there.
RDK comes forward, but Freeman holds out a hand telling him to stop. RDK looks confused, and Freeman turns to the crowd…before doing a pose that can quite clearly be attributed to the Macho Man RDK himself. The fans boo this, and Freeman nods his head, this seeming to empower him. He makes another motion of some sort towards RDK, only for RDK to grab him by the arm and yank him in, grabbing him right in position for a MACHO SLAYUM! The fans go crazy, as Freeman writhes and squirms his way back to the ground, before dropping to the mat and rolling under the bottom rope, to the outside of the ring, looking a bit nervous now, and now RDK does the pose the way it was meant to be done, and the fans pop once again. Freeman slams his hands on the apron, looking into the ring.
McNally: Well, RDK sure just showed him the price for cockiness Edison: The sound of the fans right now is unbelievable!
Indeed it is, as RDK is one of the most over superstars on the roster, if not THE most over superstar on the roster. But now on the outside of the ring Freeman begins to nod his head, and grimly go expressionless. He knows that cockiness will not do here. Incredulously, Freeman and goes and sits down on the steel steps, putting his fists to his chin, and putting his head down, thinking intently. Clearly he is strategizing. Perhaps he refused to buy into the hype around RDK just a bit too much, and maybe was a little overconfident. The fans boo him, wanting him to get back into the ring and return to the action, but he pays no mind. RDK leans against the ropes, looking a little bit bored himself, but then he shrugs, and climbs the turnbuckle, posing for the fans once more. The thunderous cheer rings out ONCE MORE, and RDK---WAIT…Freeman like lightning slides into the ring as soon as RDK’s back was turned, runs over to him, jumps to the second rope, grabs RDK, and german suplexes RDK right from the turnbuckle! RDK lands in the middle of the ring, and rolls over in pain, taken by surprise, and Freeman quickly rises to his feet, practically jumping into the air in satisfaction. He knows, as well as the fans do, that he just made the most of a situation, and he made it count. RDK stirs, but clearly he hasn’t landed well, and Freeman decides it’s time to take advantage of it. Freeman grabs RDK’s leg, and drags him into the middle of the ring, and begins to stomp on it. He grabs his leg again, and then drops a knee onto it. RDK clutches his leg, and Freeman continues his assault, vicious now that he has got an opening.
Stomp, stomp, stomp again and again on the leg. Freeman puts everything in, RDK still stunned from his bad fall from the german, but starting to regain some energy, and starting to try to get to his knees. Freeman tries to stop his recovery with constant stomps to the leg, but RDK finally gets up to his feet. Freeman knees him, and pulls him in, going for a vertical suplex, but RDK slips out and lands behind him, nailing a Russian leg sweep! The fans cheer, and RDK gets to his feet quickly, his energy returning to him, Freeman stands up, turning around right into a scoop slam by RDK! Freeman rolls over, clutching his back, and he begins to stand once again, RDK goes for an irish whip but Freeman reverses. RDK bounces off the ropes and hits a Lou Thesz Press and begins to throw some punches right to Freeman’s head, to the crowd’s delight. RDK rolls off of him, and stands up. Freeman stays on the ground, but RDK hits a few stomps to the delight of the crowd.
McNally: Freeman had an advantage for a while, but RDK is taking it back now! Edison: He’s certainly making up for all the shots he took from Freeman.
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:01:20 GMT -5
Freeman gets up to his feet, and RDK gives him a few shots, until Freeman backs up into the turnbuckle. RDK comes forward as well, and attempts to capitalize on this position, but Freeman hits a few kicks to RDK’s ribs, and grabs him, putting RDK in the turnbuckle. Quickly Freeman backs up before running forward hitting a double knee, and doing a handstand on the turnbuckle, intending to fall downwards into a double dropkick, but RDK grabs him as he swings down and puts him in position for a samoan drop! Freeman wriggles out and gets behind RDK, putting him in a full nelson, obviously going for one of his signature moves, but RDK elbows his way out of it. Freeman goes for a shot but RDK ducks, and gets behind him, hitting a backdrop! RDK goes for a pinfall 1…2…..and Freeman kicks out. No surprise there, as this match is most likely far from over.
Back to his feet goes RDK, and a bit slower, back to his feet goes Freeman. The two man stand, and RDK begins to hit some blows. Freeman, a bit weaker at this point, throws some back as well. RDK grabs Freeman for a belly to belly but Freeman manages reverse with a knee, and then grab RDK and hit him with a double underhook backbreaker, taking him down to the ground. Freeman then quickly rolls to the outside of the ring, grabbing RDK by the leg, and dragging him. Freeman pulls RDK over to the turnbuckle, while Freeman stands outside the ring, and Freeman grabs his leg, pulls it back, and then smashes it into the steel pole! The fans boo this, and the referee comes over to him, and begins to yell at him, threatening to possibly disqualify him, so Freeman merely puts his hands up into the air, and rolls back into the ring…he grabs that same leg, and drags RDK back to the middle of the ring, before grabbing RDK by the leg, lifting it off the ground and then pushing it back down to the mat. RDK clutches the leg, which sends a grin to Freeman’s face. Freeman drags RDK now to the ropes, places the leg on the ropes, steps up on the middle one, before jumping and bringing a knee down on it.
McNally: Freeman really working the leg of RDK! Edison: Well RDK may be a favorite to win this match, so it makes sense that Freeman would try to out-strategize him. McNally: Well he’s certainly being vicious in his attacks.
Freeman now rolls RDK over onto his stomach, and sits down on him, applying a half crab! RDK grimaces in pain, his weak leg being worked on further. He attempts to pull his way over to the ropes, but Freeman just pulls him back. The fans begin to chant “RDK! RDK! RDK!” Freeman looks at them, annoyed, but just wrenches harder, obviously hoping to let the fans know that the more they cheer him, the more pain he goes through…but RDK seems to be going through a transformation. His face is no longer grimacing in pain but in determination, the crowd’s cheers seeming to send more strength through him, he begins to fight his way up despite the pain, pushing himself up with his hands and getting the foot of his good leg onto the ground. RDK then pushes forward with his foot and is able to dive to the ropes! Freeman is forced to break the hold…but it has taken its toll. RDK uses the ropes to get to his feet, and quite obviously, he is limping. But he does take a step forward, and as Freeman comes forward to attack again, he is floored with a punch, then another one! Freeman keeps getting off the ground only to be knocked back down. Freeman comes forward, and now he is nailed with a spinning neckbreaker which keeps him down in the middle of the ring! The fans cheer RDK, who makes his way to the apron, and then begins to climb up the turnbuckle. His climb is slow, as it’s basically only being made on one leg, but it’s a climb nonetheless. He gets to the top turnbuckle, takes a second, and then jumps off with a diving elbow right to Freeman’s chest! RDK pins… 1 . . . 2 . . . Kick out. Freeman isn’t planning on going down quite yet. RDK manages to make his way to his feet, and Freeman manages to roll towards the turnbuckle, trying to get up, but ending up just leaning against the bottom pad. RDK makes his way over, grabs the ropes, and with his good leg begins hitting a few good stomps in on Freeman. He drags Freeman up to his feet, and then hits him hard with a belly to belly side suplex. Once again, RDK has turned the tide of this match back in his favor, and he begins to show Freeman who the true superstar is, with a few more well-placed stomps. As Freeman gets up again, he attempts to stop RDK’s onslaught with a nice kick to the gut, and puts him in DDT position, perhaps looking for his lifting inverted final cut, but before he can do anything, RDK shows some strength by lifting Freeman off the ground, and taking a few steps to the turnbuckle, before sitting Freeman down on the top rope. RDK climbs up, and as he does so, Freeman bends down, punching RDK right in the hurt leg, and RDK bends over. Freeman attempts to get himself situated into a much more comfortable position, before grabbing RDK. He puts RDK in position for what looks like it could be some sort of piledriver or sunset flip powerbomb perhaps, but RDK grabs Freeman and stands on the second rope…before delivering a samoan drop from the second rope to Freeman right back down into the ring!
Edison: Wow! McNally: Well that certainly had to do a number on Freeman!
RDK goes down and rolls into a cover… 1 . . . 2 . . .
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:01:55 GMT -5
And Freeman gets his shoulder up! This match is important for Freeman, and he is going to do everything he can to stay in this thing and not give up. RDK makes his way up, Freeman stays down. Both men have taken some shots here, but perhaps Freeman has taken a bit more damage. RDK’s leg though is certainly not holding up well. RDK drags Freeman to his feet, and hits him with a quick punch. Freeman looks a bit groggy, and RDK punches him again. Freeman backs up, leaning against the ropes. He comes forward, and RDK goes for a punch, but Freeman blocks it, pulls RDK in and hits a lifting complete shot out of nowhere!
Freeman rolls over, this previous move out of desperation and attempts a pinfall 1 . . 2 . . . And a kick out from RDK. Freeman a bit angrily, gets to his feet once again. He attempts to bring RDK up, but then stops, and walks over to the turnbuckle. He climbs up, and waits on top, RDK making his way to his feet. Freeman stands up, putting his fists together, and jumps off looking for a double axe handle, only to be caught in position for a rock bottom!!!! The fans go wild, but Freeman manages to elbow his way out of it, and attempt to irish whip RDK, but RDK reverses it, and as Freeman comes back…RDK HITS THE JABRONI BUSTER!
The front spinebuster transitions right into a nice pinfall and the fans cheer, knowing that Freeman may be put away now. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3! NO! WAIT! Freeman kicks out! Somehow, he was able to get his shoulder up, and RDK seems a little bit stunned at Freeman’s resilience. Not to worry though, because RDK feels like he has the match in his hand, he just needs to put him away now. RDK bends down and picks Freeman up to his feet. A few shots from RDK to Freeman connect, but Freeman doesn’t seem able to put up much of a fight right now…he goes backwards, and collapses towards the ropes, almost falling out of the ring, but ending up on the apron. RDK walks over, as Freeman gets up to his knees. RDK attempts to grab him, but Freeman grabs RDK’s head, perhaps attempting to guillotine it on the top rope, but RDK manages to nail a shot to Freeman, and then suplex him back into the ring! Freeman rolls around clutching his back, apparently not having landed well, and RDK approaches him. RDK now lifts Freeman up, so that Freeman leans against the ropes, seeming almost out on his feet. RDK hits a stiff knife-edge chop that echoes throughout the arena, and Freeman sinks down clutching his chest. Freeman then stands up, and apparently gaining a bit of strength now, chops RDK right back. RDK chops Freeman again, Freeman chops RDK again. RDK chops Freeman again, and then Freeman nails RDK with a punch to the face. Another one, slowly though, and sluggishly. RDK then throws a punch but Freeman ducks, RDK spins, and then Freeman jumps into the air, grabbing RDK in a sleeperhold! Freeman remains on RDK’s back, locking the sleeper hold in tightly, and RDK struggles and attempts to get him off, but Freeman refuses. RDK moves this way and that way, but Freeman does NOT let go!
McNally: I honestly thought Freeman was finished, but he’s certainly showing heart! Edison: He’s certainly hanging in there, that’s for sure
RDK slows a bit in his movements, and Freeman, seemingly smelling blood in the water, holds it in harder still. RDK then out of nowhere, throws himself backwards into the turnbuckle, driving the air from Freeman’s lungs, as Freeman’s back smashes into it…RDK stumbles forward…but Freeman, despite gasping for breath, still keeps the hold in! RDK almost falls forward for a second, but he once again throws himself backwards into the turnbuckle, and this time the hold loosens, but Freeman fixes it in desperation, locking it in tighter still…RDK’s face is red, grimacing as he tries to hold on, tries to bash Freeman back into the turnbuckle one more time. That might be all it takes. One more time and he’ll be out of the hold, and the fans try to will him on…but…RDK sinks down…going to his knees…Freeman has a look of intensity on his face that doesn’t break, but the hints of a smirk can be seen beneath it, as his feet now touch the ground, and he sinks down with RDK, still applying the hold, until eventually RDK sinks backwards, sitting down, and Freeman keeps the hold locked in.
RDK’s movements stop completely, as Freeman still keeps holding it in, and the referee bends down. The fans begin to clap their hands, yell, cheer, chant, do whatever they can. Anything to encourage RDK to get up, and break this move. Anything to get him out of it. No signs of life appear to his face however, and the referee examines him for a second, before grabbing his arm, lifting it up, and letting it drop….
1!
The arm falls limply down, and Freeman nods his head slowly, not loosening the pressure for a second…the fans cheer louder, clap harder, as the referee lifts RDK’s hand up once more, and lets it fall once more…
2!
Freeman can sense it…RDK is done, he’s out, and Freeman may have pulled off the biggest victory of his career thus far…the fans make as much noise as they can, as the referee lets the arm raise one more time…lets it fall one more time…
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:03:18 GMT -5
BUT WAIT! RDK’s hand remains up and begins shaking, life returning to him! Freeman sees this, and begins wrenching harder and harder hoping to somehow stop the resurgence of energy, but it’s no use! The fans erupt, and this seems to further stir Macho, who begins to get to one knee…both knees, and then one foot…now he’s standing, albeit bent over!...Freeman puts as much pressure on as he can but it’s no use, as Macho turns and grabs him…he doesn’t just elbow his way out…oh no, he lifts Freeman clear into the air, and pushes him up. Freeman falls down, landing on his stomach hard, and he stands…getting right up into Macho! Macho floors him with a punch! Freeman makes his way to his feet, Macho floors him with another one! Freeman gets up again, and this time Macho’s windup hook punch connects! Freeman gets up, and stumbles around the ring, before getting himself together and throwing a punch, with Macho easily dodges. Freeman turns right into a kick to the gut followed by a swift face-first DDT. Macho goes for the cover 1 . . . 2 . . . Kick out by Freeman. Macho motions for Freeman to get up…He gets into a stance, getting ready possibly to finish this. Freeman does finally use the ropes to get to his feet, and he turns directly into a waiting Macho who lifts him off the ground into spinebuster position for the Macho Slayum! BUT Freeman kicks his leg RIGHT into Macho’s injured one. Macho instantly drops Freeman and sinks to one knee clutching his leg, and now the expert strategy of Freeman shows itself. He leaves himself an escape plan from Macho’s move…right into his own. Freeman bounces off the ropes for the shining axe kick…but wait, Macho uses his good leg to spring to his feet, grab the running Freeman and toss him into the air, before catching him and swiftly samoan dropping him down to the ground to huge cheers.
Edison: Wow! McNally: You’ve got THAT right. Freeman was obviously working towards that combo for the whole match. He worked Macho’s leg with the intention of escaping from his move and leave himself a window for a shining axe kick, and it worked brilliantly…if only he had been facing a man that didn’t have the will and drive that RDK does. Edison: You’ve got that right, but Freeman obviously thought this match out well.
Freeman lies on the ground, on his back, barely moving…his plan not working nearly as well as he had hoped, and RDK, sits on the ground, grabbing and clutching at his leg. He had to act out of desperation there, and he knows how close Freeman came to ending this. He gets to his feet, and turns towards Freeman, who lies on the ground. RDK doesn’t go for the pin. He has a feeling it will be useless. He needs to do more to keep Freeman down for the count, but he hopes he has done enough to stop his offense.
RDK gets up to his feet, Freeman rolls onto his stomach, trying to stand. RDK helps him with that cause, by grabbing him and pulling him up to his feet. RDK irish whips him into the turnbuckle, waits a moment, and then runs in looking to clothesline him against it…but Freeman puts his leg up, and RDK runs right into it…RDK turns, clutching his head, and Freeman, moves forward, looking to capitalize…he waits, and then as RDK turns, Freeman goes for a dropkick…but RDK GRABS Freeman’s legs and midair, and as Freeman falls to the ground onto his stomach, RDK steps over him…and somehow manages to adjust a bit and go right into a TEXAS CLOVERLEAF! The fans go wild! Freeman writhes in pain, and squirms and does what he can to try to escape, but it looks like it isn’t happening! The move is locked in good! RDK pulls as hard as he can…but Freeman begins to make his way as best as he can over to the ropes. He crawls, as RDK pulls, the fans cheering, and Freeman trying not to give in and submit. He has just a few more steps to go…can he make it? Will he get there…will he? Will he? And just barely he does!
Edison: Freeman reaches the ropes! McNally: Perhaps with RDK’s leg being worked on by Freeman he was having a bit of trouble fighting Freeman’s crawl. But yes, Freeman hangs on just a little longer
RDK looks disappointed, but he breaks the hold. Freeman grabs the ropes, attempting to get up, and RDK comes forward, grabbing his leg dragging him back into the middle of the ring. He grabs him by the legs, perhaps attempting the texas cloverleaf again, but Freeman perhaps out of desperation extends his legs quickly, shoving RDK off of him. RDK turns, and goes headfirst into the turnbuckle. He turns groggily and then sinks down to his hands and knees. Freeman out of NOWHERE, springs up, and out of desperation, runs (as best as he can, a bit weak now) and delivers a shining axe kick! The fans are in shock!
Edison: No…no! WHAT?! McNally: Freeman somehow just hit the shining axe kick!!! Has he done it?! Can he beat RDK?! Edison: I can’t believe it!
Freeman slowly rolls over, RDK now motionless on his stomach. Freeman inches closer and closer to him, and somehow manages to get him onto his back…he closes his eyes, waiting to enjoy the moment, and collapses on top of RDK, the fans scarcely believing it. 1 . . . 2 . . .
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:04:00 GMT -5
3!...NO! RDK KICKS OUT! RDK KICKS OUT! AND THE CROWD GOES WILD! The camera gets a great shot of Freeman’s eyes widening in disbelief. He believed he had it, but RDK will not be put away! Freeman yells in anger, and weakly crawls over to the referee, screaming at him. He was sure he had it. He was SURE! The referee motions that it was indeed a two count, and that this match is continuing, but Freeman gets on his knees and grabs the ref by the shirt, still screaming. The referee yells back at him, and Freeman snarls and releases him, looking back at RDK who is beginning to stir. Freeman clenches his fists, yells again and pounds them to the ground, before making his way to his feet. He is going to put RDK down NOW. He looks down at RDK, with a look in his eyes that just spells trouble. The look of a very angry and dangerous man. He waits, and waits…as RDK makes his way to his knees, to one foot, to both feet! Freeman waits as RDK turns around, and then Freeman kicks him in the gut, before pulling him in.
Freeman holds RDK in DDT position, raising an arm, before lifting RDK, looking for the lifting inverted final cut he has used as one of his finishers since his return, but RDK lands on his feet, spins out of it, pulls Freeman in…and…ROCK BOTTOM! ROCK BOTTOM! ROCK BOTTOM! Out of nowhere, RDK hits it! The fans go wild, as RDK slowly makes his way back up to his feet! RDK looks to the crowd, and puts his head up in the air, seeming to inhale the noise. Seeming to inhale the energy. Seeming to take in the adoration of the millions and millions of his fans. He can get the pinfall now…Freeman is on the ground…but Freeman has proved resilient thus far. More resilient than he had thought he’d be, and he wants to end this. He gets into a stance, a stance that means one thing. He’s going to finish him. He waits, and waits, as the fans cheer. The atmosphere is electrifying. Freeman crawls over to the ropes, grabbing the bottom one, attempting to get himself up. His body is racked with pain right now, and he’s fought a long match, but he is going to stand. He collapses once more, barely able to get up, but he forces his way. Grabbing the ropes, pushing and doing his best. Many seconds pass by, but Freeman is making slow progress. Grabbing the middle rope, grabbing the top rope…he’s on his feet, Macho moves in closer, Freeman turns around slowly….and RDK grabs him. MACHO SLAYUM!!!! He hits it! 1 . . . 2 . . . 3!
Phillip: Here is your winner...The Macho Man, R...D...K!
The fans go wild as expected, and Macho stands up, (his leg still bothering him), and takes in the cheers once more. Freeman lies motionless on the ground, but he has nothing to be ashamed of. He may not have won but he definitely showed some resilience. Such a great match so early on in the evening...who knows what else this show holds!
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