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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:04:47 GMT -5
“The Council of the Saints” Credit: Thunderkiss [There are no human words to describe the setting of the following tale. This place is divine, holy and is not within the grasp of our intellect. Within the chamber of creation she stands, summoned here today by those that even humble a being such as herself. Xio’Zel, an angel that stands on the right side of Jesus Christ, can smell the foul stench of war in the air. Having participated in several alter dimension conflicts throughout the ages, she recognizes its scent just as we recognize the sunrise. In battle, to truly have a chance at winning one must know their opponent inside out. It is the Council of the Saints’ hope that she can do exactly that.] “The balance of power on Earth has been put into jeopardy. One of the lower heretics of hell has shown complete disregard for it’s boundaries and is presently casting a shadow of dismay on our Lord’s children. This blight has been free to roam Earth unrestricted for several years now due to being titled a nuisance. Now a liability, we can no longer ignore its existence. It has come into knowledge that hell has swiftly sent out an enforcer of The Seven. Issues of trust aside, we feel that it is within our right and not theirs to act accordingly to ensure prompt and satisfactory removal of this demon, Jashin. It has been ruled that this monstrosity cast upon human kind be dealt with swiftly, despite the efforts of hell. To advise the council on this issue is the angel Xio’Zel of the fifth spear, who has had several encounters with parasite.”[glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel: Thank you for summoning my presence in this matter. Council, my first hand experiences with Jashin are more enough to convince me that this demon should not be underestimated. He thrives off the dreams and ambitions of human souls and then feasts off of them after they hold no more value to him. I am in agreement; we must act swiftly before any more fall for his deception. For the purposes of extermination, I think that the soul Aiden Bryce Jospeh, presently on Earth, would be the best selection for this - [/glow] “Aiden Joseph has proved he is unworthy of powers that were once bestowed upon him. The council will not waste any time discussing him.”[glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel: I personally feel it would be in the council’s best interest to have a serious, open discussion about my recommendation. While it is true that he is not unfamiliar with sin - [/glow] “His addiction to human flesh rivals that of ten humans.”[glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel: Yes, he lusts, as do all men. Do know council, I agree with you. I see not a pure heart, however, I do see a good one. His rejection of his duties was not due to sin, but rather love for another. Is that not what we teach?[/glow] “Proceed”[glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel: Aiden Joseph is responsible for this entity’s existence in the Earthly plane. His craving for power and decadence weakened his soul to the point of total corruption. Since that fateful moment, his life has been altered and deep down he knows it has not changed for the better. His family lay in ruins, his friends have been turned to foes and all of his Earthly possessions have been lost. He has suffered much for his indisgressions and the most fitting thing to do would be to allow him to atone by slaying the snake that set forth the apple. Physiologically speaking, that is my argument to select him as our chosen. Strategically, he is the most logical choice. He knows the parasite better than any other we could select. Finally, the method in which we deal with this situation must be as covert as possible. While yes, we could send one trained by Gabriel down to exterminate the problem with relative ease, the opposing forces may take great exception to our overuse of force, considering how they have sent one of their own out to rectify the situation. Tensions between Heaven and hell have and we dare not risk a full scale conflict, lest I mind you of what happened the last time that occurred.[/glow] “Do you have anything further you wish to say”[glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel: Nay.[/glow] “The console shall now deliberate.” [Mumbling and whispering fills the chamber; her heart racing all the while. Several minutes pass and it finally subsides. A decision has been made.] “We have decided upon a verdict. Xio’Zel, while your words are steadfast and true, our concerns about your recommendation are many. Even without the influence of Jashin, he has shown great resolve for engaging upon sinful activities. His faith in the Lord has always been lacking, to say the least, and this was recently shown once more by him denouncing his maker upon the death of his beloved. Be that as it may, he has shown that he has both the means and the will to eradicate evil as powerful as what we are presently dealing with. Considering the risk an all out assault on the demon, it is this councils decision that Aiden Bryce Joseph be reinstated as a servant of thy Lord our God. However, his service shall only be temporary and not permanent. Upon the termination of Jashin, he is to relinquish his powers immediately. Is that understood, Xio’Zel?”[glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel: In full.[/glow] “Then make haste. Bestow upon him God’s mercy by awakening him from his slumber and heal his wounds. He is then to receive the touch of Archangels, though it’s limitations and expectations should be made most clear beforehand.”[glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel: It shall be done. God be with you.[/glow] “And also with you.”[FADE]
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:05:37 GMT -5
[RESERVE SLOT FOR: STEELE]
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:06:20 GMT -5
Segment: How I Learned To Stop Fighting The Authority And Express Concern Over The Driver.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
As soon as we got into the hospital, I was sweating bullets as the doctors began wheeling Christine in on the stretcher to the delivery room. The grip I had on her hand was never any tighter as she continued to cry on the way into the delivery room. About a few minutes prior to this turn of events, she had stopped by ACW Island for Valentine's Day dinner and before we knew it, contractions kicked in and she was heading into labor. All this time, I pleaded with her to stay strong and soon, our baby would be brought into the world. Nothing else mattered at the moment, not Train, not Zero, not anyone. All my cares were brought back to Christine. As we blasted through another set of doors, the only emotions I could feel were anxiety and stress.
It didn't help any that our taxi driver was quite possibly the last person I had ever hoped to see.
Earlier That Day
XS3: TAXI!
Christine had to lean against me for support as I looked on feverishly. No one was stopping by so I called out again. After another try, a taxi had finally pulled over albeit in a swerving fashion and parked right on the curb, almost running my foot over. Rather than question the driver's exact knowledge behind the wheel, I instead opened the door and gently placed Christine inside. I soon followed suit and without warning, tossed some random money at the driver.
XS3: Driver, hospital, step on it!
For a while, nothing happened. Christine looked over at me, fearing for her life, as I frantically turned back to the driver.
XS3: For fuck's sakes! LET'S GO ALREADY!
Finally, the driver turned around and upon seeing that face, I recoiled in disgust.
XS3: OH SON OF A BITCH!
Rena: Did ya miss me?! Hahahaha!
Rena pulled a small flask from the passenger side and took a small sip. She made an AHHHHH noise as if she had not had a drop of liquid since 1982.
XS3: What in the fuck are you doing? Come on, Christine we're leaving!
But before I had a change to throw open the door, I heard the click of the lock and the engine purring, taking off onto the busy streets en route to the hospital. Christine gave me a look as if to calm me down, and Rena noticed this. She grabbed the flask and looked towards Christine in the mirror.
Rena: Drrriink?
Christine: No, Rena.
Rena: COMEEE ON!!! DRUINK!
Christine: Rena, I'm pregnant.
Rena: PREGGNAAANT People are sooooooooooooo pretentious! OH I CANT SMOKE, I'm pregnant.... I can't drink, I'm preg! I can't snort cocaine, I'M PREGNANT! Nicole Richie said thatttt to someoneees at a party once, and-
XS3: Get the fuck out oft he car, you aren't driving.
Rena: HEY! HEY! This s iss myy fucking car!!!
Christine: Rena, you're drunk.
Rena: So? You're FAT! I'lllll waaake up tomorroww and I'll be just fine. Youu? You'rreee lucky you're married!
XS3: TURN OFF THE FUCKING CAR!
Rena: nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Christine: Yes.
Rena: FUCK YOU, HONCHOOOO PONNNNNNCHO!
XS3: What the fuck? Rena!
Rena: WHERE'SSSS MY FLASSSK!?
Christine: Rena, why are you in a taxi?
Rena: WHAAAAT? This IS MY CAR!
XS3: Rena, you're driving a yellow car with a taxi light on the top.
Rena: LIESSSSSSSSSSSSS
Christine: Oh my God. I'm in labor, on the way to the hospital, in a stolen cab.
Rena: STOLLEEEEN SCHMOLLEEN! I BORROWEEED IT!
XS3: Why are you shouting so loud?
Rena: It seeeemed like a goooodd ide...ideee....idea attt the timee...
Immediately, though, Rena turned off the car in the middle of the road and jumped out, allowing me to step out and take the drivers seat. As I looked back Rena was now, in her drunken way, imitating Christine holding her stomach and breathing heavily.
Rena: predee.....pregenanccycy is so booooringgg.
XS3: SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP, BITCH! God damn!
Present
Well, despite the fact that time was running out, I couldn't help but feel a small tinge of relief coming over as we approached the delivery room. Still, I knew that Rena had nearly fucked things up and that as soon as I got back to ACW, I vowed to make her pay.
For now, I entered the room with my wife, waiting for our child to enter the world…
Fade.[/i]
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:07:14 GMT -5
“Less Than Royal Battle” Credit: Thunderkiss [We return to Madison Square Garden, or an alternative version of it to be more precise. Now walking in purgatory, Thunderkiss has recently met up with wrestlers who, like him, have joined the afterlife roster. While he was a big name in ACW, in this line up, he is nothing more than the “new guy.” Be that as it may, he is one that has never backed down from a challenge nor is he going to start doing so now. Upon learning that the names and faces of yesteryear have gathered here today to partake in a battle royal, his interest was peaked. Upon learning that the winner of the said battle royal will earn his way out of purgatory, his will was commanded to win. As the sound of the bell rings, he does his best to not let himself down.] Thunderkiss: Alright crackerjacks! Who’s first?! Hey ... waitaminute now!
Thunderkiss: Well, that’s life. Or I guess death at this point.
[Head hung low, he puts a great deal of separation between himself and the ring. He was once told to value life, to treasure it for it doesn’t last long. Just like everyone else living who is told such a thing, he ignored it since one does not truly understand what they have until it’s gone. With the stench of defeat still lingering upon him, he shoves his feelings of revenge aside and begins to think about the loved ones he’ll now eventually be without for quite some time. Visions of Joytoy, William Wilcox, FSX, Dillon and even Anna filter through his head making his heart heavy. It now appears that even in the afterlife he cannot run from his bouts of depression and that is when he remembers the immortal words of his tag partner, “live for the now.”]
Thunderkiss: You’re always right, aren’t you buddy. Well, except about that “living” part but hey, being ninety percent right ain’t so bad is it? Oh great, now I am talking to someone who isn’t there.
[He can almost hear FSX respond back “of course.” He smiles and turns to the world before him. It may not be the one he is familiar with but that does not negate the fact that it still is a world. If this his fate, so be it. Now looking at his predicament like a new chapter in the book in his existence, he is ready to get writing.]
Thunderkiss: So much to do ... so MUCH time!
[He exits the arena and enters New York City. Unsure on where to go or what to do, he lets his feet carry him to the next adventure. Danny Mainer, Jashin and Richard Paris are now a things of the past to him and he couldn’t be more the merrier. However, far away, events unseen to him loom large in the horizon. Just when it appears that a new leaf has been overturned, the winds of the past scatter the pile.]
[FADE]
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:09:36 GMT -5
Segment: Ghettofabulous (Credit: Zero)
Opening up our next scene of the evening, Commissioner Zero paces back and forth in his backstage office that is normally known as Chairman Gingerdudes office. However, if you haven't noticed lately, Ginger hasn't been around - allowing for Zero to claim power. As he paces, he holds his World Heavyweight Title over his shoulder and he is dressed in normal jeans and shirt. No fancy suit, no ring gear - just casual. As he paces, it seems as if many thoughts are brewing within his head; and we're just in time as it seems like he's about to spill all of them out for us all right now. He turns towards the camera and with a grimace begins to say...
Commissioner Zero: Last week I did exactly as I said I would. Last week, Jay Zero showed his worth and dominance as he successfully defended his ACW Heavyweight Title once again! I've heard the people say that I don't have what it takes to make it in this business! I've heard them all doubt me, bury me! But even after defeating BK London, I heard the same! After defeating The Macho Man RDK, I still heard it! After The Senator, the doubters never ceased! And now after XS3, I still hear them! I still hear the people talking - saying that I'm no good and I don't deserve any Championship gold! Constantly they love to ruin my good name with any chance that they get! And why's that? Because I'm better than you all!
It's simple. I'm more successful and this title proves it! That's why you get people like XS3 talkin' smack to me! And that's why you get worthless scum like Jake Steele breaking in to arenas just to try and lay his grubby little hands all on me!
He pauses, shaking his head, possibly having had just thrown up a little by mentioning Jake's name.
Commissioner Zero: Jake Steele, I issued a ban on you from this arena. As Commissioner, that was completely legit and what did you manage to do last week? Hm? You broke into my arena with a bunch of friggin' rent-a-cops! Now tell me Jakey boy, what was tearing at you so much that you felt the need to bust into MY arena and cause a havok? Why did you feel the need to come at me like you did? To "accuse" me of harming Craig Lewis? Seriously? Are you joking right now?
Jake - you've led these people to believe that statement. You don't even know how much shit I've heard the past few days. These idiots actually BELIEVE you! But why? What would I gain from it? Having that fallen body on my conscience... yick! Just because I fell into power doesn't mean that I wanted it to happen! Jake, as far as Craig Lewis is concerned, you may want to think twice about getting yourself involved in that situation right now, don't ya think? But if you do wish to get into it, then fine. Let's let your own filthy mouth get yourself into some trouble. As far as I'm concerned, I have nothing to hide from - not Craig Lewis, not Gingerdude, and certainly not you.
So as of this moment Jake Steele, consider your ban from the ACW arena lifted. If you want to step foot in here on your own terms and risk the possibility of any further humiliation, then you go right on ahead. If you want to try and continue to run your mouth and get involved with my business - then lets just see who benefits the most, shall we? Jakey boy, I don't how mad you are. I don't care that you're burning with anger right now towards me. Really. As far as I'm concerned, you're just another name on my roster! I've really lost the desire to care about whatever it is that you say or do Jake.... so to simply put it: Give up. I know you're looking for a fight, but keep looking past me. You're not getting one. I'm not wasting my precious time on a hoodlum like you Jake! Not again! And if you plan on raising some hell tonight during the Lumberjack match... well, I'm not going to be down at ringside, personally. Instead, I'll be sending down my personal security staff to help reassure that Thunder Train has no issue with you, nor any of your mindless, immature friends.
So Jake, whatever it is you wish for, think twice - because you're not getting it. Jay Zero is a phenomenon - and as far as the ACW Title is concerned, it's not going anywhere other than over this shoulder or around this waist. There's no point in trying; ever. Give up Jake Steele. You will never, ever become this!
Jay Zero frowns as he angles his body towards the camera to better capture the entire view of himself and the World title. How sure can Zero be that Steele won't ever stand a chance against him? He already holds a pay-per-view win over Jay Zero, whose to say that he cannot strike twice?
The scene begins to fade out.
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:10:25 GMT -5
Segment: When You’re Dealing With Someone Who Has Hate And Vengeance On Their Mind 24/7 It’s A Good Idea To Knock First
(Credit: Scott Andrews)
The scene opens up in the backstage area, with Charlotte King and her camera man making their way towards a certain locker room of Scott Andrews. The reclusiveness of Scott has made it harder and harder to get an interview with the “Vigilante”. She knocks once, twice, three times before Scott whips the door open. He stands in the doorway with a physically imposing stance with his bat in the air.
Charlotte: Oh my! Scott put the bat down![/color]
Scott:[/color] You should know better, Charlotte.
Charlotte: May I get an interview? Pretty please?[/color]
How could even Scott Andrews refuse the beautiful puppy dog eyes of Charlotte King.
Scott: Y’know what? I reward bravery and courage, so for having the balls to come to my locker room while I’m in a state like I am, is very ballsy. You got some questions for me?
Charlotte: Yeah, yeah I do. Firstly; with all that’s on mind, how are you coping with competing in ACW?
Scott:[/color] It’s definitely a heavy load to bear, but I’m doing all I can to stay sane. I’ve already got a list of possible suspects, and know I’m aware that it’s someone who has access to the locker room area of backstage; so it has to be someone in ACW.
Charlotte: Surely not?
Scott: Look, this was done because someone has a bone to pick with old, Scott Andrews here, ok? I know the mobsters paid someone off to do it, and wouldn’t it be a perfect way to make a quick buck by murdering your enemies’ dad? Point is, I’m getting closer to unravelling the truth.
Charlotte: What about Detective Bronson?
Scott: What about him? I haven’t heard from him in over a week; the police obviously aren’t doing a good enough job in tracking down forensic evidence or getting possible suspects into the station; it’s ridiculous how much of the work I have to do myself.
Charlotte: The police must be quite busy though, Scott. I’m sure they’re doing everything they can to find the offender.
Scott: Busy or not, they aren’t pulling through; next question.
Charlotte: Right...well, tonight you face The Faith; AC Evans and Wayde Russeller. You’ve had experience in the ring with both these men, but not both of them together. How do you think you’ll fair tonight against the tag team as you compete in a handicap match?
Scott: “The Faith”? I couldn’t care less how much faith they have. By the end of the match they won’t have any faith in themselves as I embarrass them in front of the ACW fans. I’ve won one on two matches before, against foes who were almost twice my size, so the concept of fighting these two is nothing to me.
Charlotte: May I remind you of the sadistic mindset these two have and how they systematically destroy the people they choose to?
Scott: You can remind me if you like, but the point is, Wayde is a brain washed cowboy running errands for a second rate, judas, Wyvern. These boys need a lesson in respect and I plan on dealing some pain tonight.
Scott looks into the camera as he addresses his opponents personally.
Scott: So, Evans. You want to control people and force them to believe your false prophecies? Well how about a revolutionary comes and kicks your ass? I am the judge and the consequence, and AC Evans...revenge is sweet...
Scott passes the mic back to Charlotte and shuts his door in her face. She cringes as it slams, then looks at her cameraman before shrugging her shoulders as the scene fades out.
Fade Out.
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:11:28 GMT -5
Segment: Consent Is Mere Formality (Credit: FSX)
Overlapping boundaries is never a good thing, especially when good reason isn't provided. The sense that someone can do anything they please because they feel they have an obtained an excuse against their responsibility doing it is the beginning of this slippery path. It happens all too often, really. Rarely there is a passing day in which someone is not harmed or scarred because another felt they had the right to do whatever they pleased. Blaming only temporary lack of judgment, some form of inebriation, or perhaps going so far as to call it an 'expression of love', there is no end to damning lies. Regardless of the morale standing of these individuals afterward, or the case where they actually do take some responsibility for the vile acts that they have been apart of, there is very rarely any consolation for the victim. Something that allows them to truly forget the grave horrors that have befell them, and move on with their existence.
Despite any sad state, there will be no responsibility admitted by the latest culprit of such a violent crime. Not only is Fallen Souls prepared to blame any action he may commit on the drugs that have truly and completely warped his mind, perhaps beyond repair, but there is a possibility that he may not even remember that the incident occurred. After all, his eyes have distinctly lacked any form of life or consistency of late, and it is anything but rare to see a flash of a sadistic smile and a random act of violence from the veteran at this point. In a sense, Fallen Souls no longer existed as he once did. There was only this man. Utterly hopeless, wandering the backstage area with an illusion of a goal for himself, a cracked smile upon his face. Joytoy was unlikely to ever forgive his actions. Fallen was unlikely to give a damn. Something needed to break here.
FSX: You know, this place reminds me more and more of a chocolate factory every single day! All the dancing munchkins and the walls telling me to kill myself...it's really magical, don't you think?
Walking in what seemed to be no particular direction, Fallen would laugh to himself a moment as he tumbled over to a wall and leaned there for a moment. The look in his eyes was one so empty, so emotionless, yet somehow so ecstatic...there was really no sense of it at all. There didn't appear to be much sense to the fact he was talking to himself either, as he slowly slid down the wall for a moment to rest. Many backstage would simply watch the scene as it occurred before them in awe, though a few stifled laughs could be heard as Fallen slowly pulled out a frog-looking puppet and lifted it to his ear, nodding a few times in understanding.
FSX: Ahhh, it's alright little buddy! You go ahead and keep quiet for the time being, alright? I'll find you all the babies you can eat in good time! Tonight is gonna be a night of epic excitement, and a fountain of tasty blood! The deliciousness will never cease, man! It's the fucking life!
Pausing for a moment as he shook the puppet around in his hand, he turned to face it for a moment. A look of confusion shined on his face for a moment, before it seemed to be washed over by fury. He couldn't believe it! Staring to the puppet in anger, he would slowly stumble and push his way back to his feet, and slam the puppet into the wall with no restraint.
FSX: What's that? You don't want to go out anymore?! Oh, your such a fucking drama queen! Your the worst damn puppet pal a guy could ever fucking have! You know what? Fuck you! I don't need to spend any time with you! I'm perfectly fine on my own, you know? I don't need you! I can find other fun stuff to do!
Without a moment of hesitation he would then let out a loud cry of fury, many jumping at the shake as he spun around and drove the puppet to the floor with a Rainbow STO! The sight would then quickly defer from one of a comical fashion to one that appeared abnormally dangerous, the puppet constantly being smashed and slammed into the ground as Fallen was sobbing openly, tears actually rolling down his cheeks and to the floor as he began to rip the head of the puppet to bits. Despite all this not a soul would dare try to console him of his suffering, instead staring and gawking in fear, the puppet eventually tossed away as Fallen sat there, distraught and in tears, his mind nowhere to be seen.
FSX: I miss my buddy...why is this happening to me? It's not fair..not at all! I didn't ask for this! I just want things to be the way they were again, I don't wanna just keep talking to myself and killing inanimate objects! It doesn't make any sense! There has to be an escape from this, right...? Right?! come on! I can't keep doing all of this!
Struggling with himself a bit as he wiped at his eyes, he would try and push back up to his feet, not managing too before stumbling back down to the ground in a crash. Struggling again and again as he couldn't manage to remain stable in a standing position, he would eventually give up and hang his head in shame as he shook it back and forth repeatedly.
FSX: It's hopeless...there is no hope about it. I'm just going to keep drifting in and out of control of my emotions, and control of my thought process. This brief time in between suffering from mind numbing pain and drifting into a void of insanity is pretty nice though. Kind of reminds me that I'm still alive, deep down myself...Did I just rip off the head of a puppet and cry about it? Hmm...maybe I should get rid of these pills after all...
Beginning to calm down from his previous state of enraged denial, he would push himself back to the wall and fumble through his pockets, clearly in search of the container of painkillers that he had with him earlier. If he couldn't overcome the odds himself, he could always find relief in a pill-shaped form! There was no way he could get rid of those babies!
FSX: On second thought, that's a stupid..stupid option. If I get rid of them I can't keep performing, and I need to get revenge on that asshole for making me become..this. This fucking monster of insanity. I want my mind back, and if I can't have it...he can't have his. I'll cut his fucking head off if it'll dull my pain for just a second. Who knows, right? Maybe it will give me back that humanity to hold his skull in my hands and slowly crush it...Worth a try.
Shaking his head a moment in an attempt to return to reality, his hands showing the image of himself crushing an invisible object the size of A.C. Evans head slowly, again and again...he would finally realize the serious problem in himself. Staring down to his hands in disbelief and awe as he understood just what he was doing, he slowly moved them to his own head and squeezed to it lightly as he used the adrenaline to push back up to his feet, falling back to the wall as the bottle of pills in his pocket suddenly shot out, spilling on the floor as he ignored it, trying his best to think clearly.
FSX: I've done some...pretty horrible things because of this medicine, haven't I? In order to just..to try my best, do my best to stay healthy. I don't even need the pills to fall in and out of that state anymore. I'm really a danger to everyone around me, and I'm doing it for a single match..? No...there has to be more to it then that. This isn't all about Evans, even if he started it...Maybe this is what I've wanted all along.
Closing his eyes for a moment as he seemed content, yes disappointed with his own outlook and decision in regards to his current state, he would slowly make his way away from his place. He had to at the least return to his locker room...it would be a start. Maybe he could better understand and think about things once he was there. After all, worst case scenario was that he became a completely lost cause. That wasn't definate...not yet. There is always still a little bit of hope left...right?
Fade to black.
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:11:58 GMT -5
Segment: The Devil Falls Credit: Wayde
"Cowboys From Hell" by Pantera blasts on the speakers as the lights go out and a dark red strobe light begins to light the arena. A light fog of smoke fills the entrance way as the music keeps playing.
Wayde suddenly appears on stage wearing black jeans, a long, sleeveless trench coat, and a black cowboy hat. He makes his way to the ring to unusual silence. For a long time people have booed Wayde as soon as he appeared, however since joining The Faith, people seem to be more scared and confused when he comes out. He makes his way to the ring and stands in the center with his arms out and head bowed in prayer. Out of no where he snaps his head up and the lights return and Wayde has a mic in hand.
Last week, I suffered a set back. Not an end, but a hold on my mission. I should have anihilated my opponent when I had the chance but I thought, deep inside me, that he could be saved. I was wrong and I lost. The day will come for me and Roberts to meet again, and when it comes, I will destroy him. Not just physically, mentally as well.
The crowd lets out a mixed reaction fueled by their hatred for Roberts and disgust in Wayde.
Since my mission began, m goal has been to offer salvation first, and if that fails, destruction. Well no more. I am the Cowboy from Hell and from this moment forward I will ride in intent on destruction...it will be my targets mission to PROVE the deserve salvation! I will not be taken lightly.
Just then Wayde's music begins to play again and the lights go out. They turn back on and the crowds, announcers, and ring personnel let out a collective gasp as a man is hanging above the ring. Not just any man. This is the former ACW wrestler, DiaVolo. His name means Devil but this man, stood for the ultimate good.
Now as he hangs above the ring and a cross, he is not the hero we all remember. His head is gushing blood that is covering his face and dripping down his body. One eye is so bruised it can barely be seen. And in his chest are those two words. The two words that everyone is begining to fear
The Faith.
Wayde looks up above him and see's the hanging man. He does not, however, look happy. He looks confused. Shocked. Dare I say...frightened?
Medics, security, and a few wrestlers from the back run out to help DiaVolo. Wayde, not wanting any confrontation at this particular time, turns and rolls out of the ring. As everyone tries to get DiaVolo down, Wayde just watches, mouth open. He walks backwards the length of the ramp and disappears to the back.
Fade
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:12:49 GMT -5
MATCH: Scott Andrews vs. The Faith (Handicap: One on Tag)
MATCH START: The match starts with Evans on the ropes and Russeller in the ring against the Vigilante. Scott circles the big man before launching assaults of kick combinations, weakening the big man’s legs and midsection. The speed advantage is proving priceless so far. Fed up with his partners blunder he blind tags without Scott seeing after an irish whip to the corner, and as Scott rushes in for a clothesline, Evans springboards over the ropes with a spinning back kick to Scott’s face. The duo perform a tag team Powerbomb/Neckbreaker combo, bringing Scott down for a two count. Scott proceeds to ultimately fight back but is always thwarted by the other partner, no matter who’s tagged in. After a barrage of double team moves it looks like Scott may be going down early.
MATCH MIDDLE: After taking a beating for the most part of the match, Scott comes back with a crucial counter to an Evans clothesline, manoeuvring himself under the arm and rebounding once again to hit his Lariat of Revenge, nailing Evans for a full rotation before crashing down to the mat. Scott gets a cover before having it broken up by Wayde. As Wayde returns to his corner however, Scott rushes in and delivers a running elbow strike to his head, knocking him to the floor. Completely disregarding the match and focusing solely on kicking ass, Scott leaps off with a graceful Suisault style moonsault attack to Wayde on the outside, taking him down. Evans uses the ropes to pull himself up and sees the carnage on the outside, but decides not to help his team mate, and instead rest under the turnbuckle. Scott gets up and back in the ring only to have a more recovered Evans ready for him. Evans and Scott battle it out with constant counters and evasions of one another’s moves. The rally only stops when Wayde enters the ring and clobbers Scott in the back with a thick forearm.
MATCH END: The Cowboy From Hell proves a pain in Scott’s side as he continues to interrupt the process. It doesn’t take long before he hoists him up on his shoulders and Evans goes to the top rope. Scott begins punching the big man in the head as Evans leaps off with a diving wheel kick, knocking Scott right over in a Doomsday Device fashion. Evans makes the cover but only gets a long two count. Scott seems to be coping with the double team onslaught but only just. The referee demands that Wayde stay on the outside of the ring because he isn’t giving Scott even the slightest chance of getting up. With this one chance, Scott nails Evans in the face with a Headshot, almost knocking him out. Wayde can’t refuse the chance to interfere again, and as the ref gets to two and a half, Wayde stomps down on Scott, breaking the pin. The referee gets up and begins yelling at Wayde to get out of the ring. In the mean time, Scott exits the ring and grabs ‘Lucy’ off the ground. He enters the ring and waits for the referee to get out of the way before launching the bat into Wayde’s guts. He’s had enough of the shenanigans. The referee signals for the bell as Scott unloads another shot.
WINNER: By DQ; The Faith – AC Evans and Wayde Russeller
It doesn’t end there however. Evans begins coming to, seeing his partner under attack by the aggressive Andrews. He rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair. Rolling back in, he stands and unleashes a massive strike over Scott’s head, causing him to drop straight away. Evans shakes his head to try and rid himself of the pain still resonating from the Headshot, but he doesn’t let up on the assault. More chair shots are heard as Evans maniacally continues.
Wayde, although hurting, gets to his feet and helps stomp Scott, much to the chagrin of the fans. Evans and Wayde begin talking to one another before both nodding their head in agreement. Wayde grabs Scott and pulls him out of the ring while Evans rolls out and pulls a long piece of rope out from under the ring.
McNally: I don’t know what they’re doing, but this is sick!
Scott, bleeding profusely from the head, is practically dragged up the entrance ramp as the crowd boo the hell out of the Faith. Evans looks into the crowd with a sadistic smirk as he begins tying a noose with the rope.
McNally: A noose?! What is he thinking, here?!
Edison: I don’t know, Max, but someone better get out here and stop this.
Once at the top of the ramp, Wayde constricts Scott so Evans can slip the noose on Scott’s neck. They pull him over to the side of the ramp, but his constant struggling makes it hard. Wayde punches him in the head three times so hard that Scott drops to his knees; but the funny thing is...he smiles.
Scott: Is that all you got, son?
This only further angers the Cowboy From Hell who kicks Scott in the face, forcing him to the ground. The crowd response has changed from unrelenting booing to a multitude of mixed emotions. Some still boo, while others watch on in silence as their hero gets brutalised; though he seems to enjoy the taste of his own blood.
AC Evans:[/color] Let the cleansing begin.
Wayde picks Scott to his feet and puts him near the edge of the stage. Before anything can happen however, a small green figure comes rushing out with an axe and clubs Wayde in the back with the blunt side; lucky for him. It’s none other than the Grim Goblin. An odd person to come to the rescue of Scott Andrews, but who knows his motives?
Scott sees the little green man out of the bloody waterfall gushing past his eyes, but in his dazed state it doesn’t make much sense. Evans drops the rope and goes to help his team mate, but Goblin scares him off. Wayde rolls to his feet before being escorted by Evans. The Goblin looks on at Scott as the Faith make their getaway. He stares at him, but the emotionless mask makes it difficult to comprehend his mood or reasoning. Scott kneels, covered in blood and stares at his mask.
In a puff of green smoke, however, the Goblin is gone, nowhere to be seen. Scott falls to one side as EMT’s rush to help him.
Fade Out.
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:14:17 GMT -5
Segment: No Apologies (Credit: Train/RDK) "Gourmet Race Metal Mix" plays over the arena and the crowd stands up and boos as Thunder Train makes his way down to the ring. He has a serious look on his face once more, along with a "Why the hell am I doing this?" type of expression. He slides into the ring and stands up. He then walks over to a stage crew member and grabs a microphone. Thunder Train: OK, now I know I was supposed to come out here and "Apologize" for what happened last week, however, I'm not going to do that. You people need to learn that RDK is a hypocrite, oh God, I'm Jericho. But anyway, you don't need to attack his fans! You don't need to beat up people who cheer for him. What I want you do to do is protest him. Everything that he does. If you see him inside of a 7-11, boo his ass. If you see him trying to give autographs, take the autograph books. Only reply with violence if you are assaulted first. The fans are confused by what's going on. A few of the younger fans are especially confused because some fans are chanting "Thunder Train!" "Thunder Train!" "Thunder Train!" Train just paces around the ring a bit before the chants die down. Thunder Train: So now, RDK, I have a proposition for you. At Bloody Valentine I'm challenging you to a match for the ACW International Championship. And I'm not gonna sit around and wait for an answer, I want it right here, right now. So, RDK come out here and give me my answer."Macho Man" by the Village People plays over the arena and without wasting time, RDK walks out from backstage with his championship belt slung across his shoulder. He has a microphone in hand. Thunder Train: So, what is my answer--Macho Man: Whoa whoa whoa! Hold up jabroni! You need to learn some respect! OoOoH Yeaah! YOU CAN'T JUST COME ON DOWN, LICKITY SPLIT AND EXPECT FOR THE MACHO MAN TO JUST COMETH'!Thunder Train: IS IT YES OR NO MACHO?Macho Man: You want the answer tubby? Your answer is OoOoOoOoOo YEEEEEEEAH BRUDAH! DOUBLE DUTCH DEEP DISH FOR YOU!Thunder Train: Well Macho, glad you made the right choice. And I hope you enjoyed your run as champ because there is no way I am losing to you, you could barely beat Jason Freeman!Macho Man: Hey Brudah, if memory serves me right, you actually lost to Freeman. So if I were you I would be a little more scared that you would choke. Then again, from the looks of you, it doesn't even seem like you choke on anything! Just eating this, and eating that, you ARE the rightful bearer of the name THUNDA TITS! THE MACHO MAN KNOWS ABOUT YOU TRAIN, HE KNOWS WHAT YOU DO AT NIGHT....OOOH YEAH HES SEEN THE RECEIPTS! HES SEEN YOU COME OUT OF THE PIGGLY WIGGLY, THE BURGER KING, THE MCDONALDS...AND OOOOOOH YEAAAH, HE KNOWS YOUR HUNGRY! HUNGRY FOR THE BIGGEST ASS WHOOPIN' OF YOUR CAREER!The fans begin chanting "Macho Man!" "Macho Man!" "Macho Man!" However, they are followed by small chants of "Sucks!" "Sucks!" "Sucks!" "Sucks!" Thunder Train: Really? Another fat joke RDK? "Brudah" you need some new material! And I think I have the perfect time for you to think of some new ones. Because you have already wrestled here tonight, there is no other reason for you to be here. So, by order of Chairman Zero, you are hereby banned from ringside during the main event contest."BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" "YEEEAH!" Security walks out and surrounds RDK. RDK just shakes his head. Macho Man: OK jabroni! If that's the way you want it, I'll go. Just make sure none of your bitch ass security touches me.RDK turns around and walks away with the security. The majority of the fans continue to boo as Train stares down and waves. Thunder Train: And now that THAT is taken care of. XS3....We've been through a lot brudah. Haha. But tonight, everything is different. You had your chance to be with me and Zero, and you blew it. You had your chance to be a part of history and join the greatest force ACW has ever seen, but no. You just couldn't suck it up and hit that pansy Steele. Tonight, I will have no remorse hitting you with everything that I can. Train drops the microphone and leaves the ring. He heads up the ramp. Tonight he will do whatever he can to XS3 and this may be the worst night of his career. Only time will tell for sure.
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:14:31 GMT -5
So Near, and yet So Far Away Dan White, Jake Steele It's been a bit of a weird couple of days for Dan White, as far as locks go. From being locked out of Gingerdude's office yesterday and then finding his housekey and hosting a massive party, to just earlier locking Josh Robertson out of his locker room, much to his frustration. And tonight, well, Dan has no real reason at all for being at the arena, other than just to be a bit of a pest to everyone else involved. He looks a little sluggish, sure, but that's what you get when you drink half your weight in alcohol and THEN end up being locked up for the night for use of false identity and invading someone else's property. Despite all this, Dan doesn't look too fussed, and the camera opens up with himself and Charlotte, to a pop from the crowd.Charlotte: Hello ladies and gentlemen, in the crowd and indeed those watching Warfare tonight at home. I'm here with the Welsh Dragon Dan White. Dan, you don't have a match tonight, but you've been involved in some pretty risky and controversial stunts over the last couple of days. What do you have to say about these? Dan smirks as he answers.Dan: Heh, well Charlotte, I have to ask you why you refused to come to the party last night. It hurt me, it really did. Charlotte rolls her eyes.Charlotte: Well unlike you, some of us had to actually come in to work today...and you damn well knew that, when you tried to tempt me into going out. Dan: Come on Charlotte, you're one of the few people that likes to have a laugh around here. The party was just like old times, you know what I mean. You used to love hoping on the ol' Dan Party Boa- Charlotte: Okay OKAY, Dan, enough please. Charlotte certainly looks and sounds annoyed, which makes Dan immediately quieten like a naughty puppy that's just been told off. He lets out a little whimper.Dan: ....sorry. Charlotte: Argh, sorry Dan, it's not your fault. I'm just....sorta yeah. Girl problems. Dan: Eww. Charlotte: Yeah. Awkward pause.Charlotte: So um anyways, Thursday not only did you beat Fallen Souls for the first time ever, but you also managed to secure yourself a title shot whenever you want. Okay, you didn't secure it in the most honest way possible, but you still managed to get it. Any ideas when you'll cash it in? Dan: Heh, well there's a lot of opportunities. I mean I could wait and see if I win Fallen Heroes, because then that'd give me two title shots. And then imagine if I won the title at Spring Into Hell. We could have Dan White vs. Dan White at Omega Effect V. It's a shame that physically can't happen, cos it's the best possible Main Event this world would ever be able to see! He smirks, pausing to allow the pop to follow through (lolol poo joke).Dan: But then if I didn't win Fallen Heroes, I could bide my time, and stick myself in the Main Event anyways. I mean I think it's pretty much written in the stars now that I'll be main eventing ACW's biggest show to date, right? Charlotte: Well, if you think you can.... Dan: I know I can, Charlotte my dear. But I mean, realistically, I'll probably just settle for the best time. When is the best time, you ask? Dramatic pause. Cocky smile.Dan: You'll just have to wait and see. He then begins to walk off, leaving Charlotte alone with her microphone, and she sighs. She's almost counting the days to the menopause, as she almost begins to sulk. But there's a strange phenomenon, as just as Dan walks around the corner and out of view, Jake Steele walks into the camera from the other direction with a rollout suitcase and his signature Gucci Shades on, taking Charlotte by surprise. Charlotte, the women who really so badly wants to find out what each other truly think about being brothers, came literally just seconds from an awesome confrontation. She has no choice but to accept it though as she walks up to Steele and gets ready for what appears to be another interview.Charlotte: Steele! Hi, seeing as you're here, I thought that it would be a good time as to interview you following the events of last week's Meltdown. Now, I know you made it quite clear as to why you fought through security and ignored your ban, but you had to be thinking about what Zero might have done to your career, with him being charged. Honestly, if he wanted, he could have fired you. Steele smirks a bit, flicking his nose a tad bit as he removes his shades and replies to her.Steele - You know Charlotte, Zero is a funny muthafucka. Really, he is. First, he has da nerve to turn his back on me at Ragnarok, sayin' dat I was a failure, despite me pinnin' Kiss in da middle of dat ring, 1, 2, 3. Then, no more than about a week later, dude puts a ban on me, and admits to bein' da reason why I didn't walk out as a two-time International Champion, because HE placed dat stipulation in at da last minute. Which means only one thing to me, Jay Zero... is jealous, and scared. He's afraid of what would have happened had I walked out as a two-time champ, and became Mr. International once again... he was scared dat what I would do as champ would outshine ANYTHING he was gonna do, and now, still, he's scared of what I'mma do to him when his boys aren't around.
And you know what Charlotte... he should be, real talk. Cause right now I'm feelin' like it's Friday the 13th, and I'm da black Jason baby! Except, I won't use a machete to end him, nah, instead I'm gonna hit him dead in da muthafuckin' face with a RIGHT IN YO FACE! I'm gonna fuck him up, I'm gonna embarrass him, and then, then I'mma knock his ass out. You dig?
Because once Zero stops runnin', and once his bitch ass mans up and gives me my shot, his reign... is over! Done, finito... it's a wrap son! And no longer will people come to a Warfare, or a Meltdown and see some mascara wearin', fur coat havin', loud talkin' bitch. Nah, instead dey gonna see truth in every sense of da word. Dey gonna finally have a real champion. One who ain't gonna hide behind some big group of niggas, or just one big nigga who could be an entire group... yeah I'm talkin' about you Train. Yeah, dey gonna have a champ who represents da world. And as little Asian kids, and little African kids, and even little British kids turn on da television to watch ACW... finally, dey will be able to cheer da name of a real champion, and his name is Jake... muthafuckin' Steele.Steele shows off a extra cocky smile, and then gets ready to walk away, but Charlotte stops him, needing something else answered.Charlotte: Steele, before you head off to and go do whatever it is that you have planned for tonight... I have to ask about a issue that I've been trying to get some answers on since January. That being you and Dan White finding out that you were, well, related. At every point Dan avoids the question whenever I ask... but I haven't gotten a chance to ask you yet. So, what is your opinion? Steele looks to the ground for a moment, before he puts on a face that says "whatever" and responds to the question that she's been asking for quite some time.Steele - My opinion? Well I ain't gonna lie to you, when I first found out I was pissed. I mean who wouldn't be? I find out dat I was related to da same man who I couldn't even stand bein' in da same room as. Da same nigga who I done fought more than a few times, over real big prizes, and everytime we got done fightin'... I hated da nigga more, and more. I had deep hate for dis muthafucka, but after takin' a week or two, or three to let it set in... I'm cool with it.Charlotte: ...Really? Steele - He my brother either way, so I figure dat I might as well accept it. Plus, as you know, I got much bigger things to worry about. So I ain't got time to council Dan on his feelin's, or no gay shit like dat. Basically, when he decides to man up and face me... he know where to find me.Charlotte: Well, thank you very much for that interview Steele, I'll let you be on your way. Steele slides his shades back on and goes on his way as Charlotte smiles a bit now, having got some of what she wanted regarding this brother situation. Though only one side has spoken, she can at least now add something else to make Dan White finally speak about it. Will he? I doubt it.
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:14:59 GMT -5
Credit: Jonny Hughes/Jack Jefferson[/center] It’s been a few minutes since Jonny Hughes and Jason Freeman had their little confrontation and with Freeman’s harsh words still fresh in his ears we find the aforementioned Jonny Hughes in the catering area of the ACW Arena looking rather frustrated with what just went down. He makes his way over to the catering table and snatches some bottled water from the table. He hastily twists the top off of the bottle and takes an angry swig from the bottle before tossing it on the floor in a rage, his agent Brian Bravado scurries out of the way as he knows that an angry Jonny Hughes is someone to avoid. Hughes rests against the catering table and lets out a long, frustrated breath as a familiar figure walks up behind him and pats him on the shoulder. Hughes swiftly turns to confront the person who had the nerve to approach him in his agitated state and finds ‘The Jack of all Trades’ Jack Jefferson standing in front of him.Jefferson: Woah! Calm down mate. Hughes: Sorry...I thought you were Freeman.Jefferson: I’ve never been so insulted. Do I look like a waste of space to you? Hughes laughs at Jefferson’s remark as it appears his mood has lifted.Jefferson: Well, you look a damn sight better than you did last time I saw you. Did you get the sick out of your jeans? Hughes: Don’t remind me...It was a messy affair.Jefferson: Indeed it was...Indeed it was. Both Hughes and Jefferson drift off in a JD from Scrubs style for a few moments and smiles spread across their faces before they snap out of it.Jefferson: Anyways pal, I saw your little coming together with Freeman earlier and you didn’t come out of it too well. Hughes: Freeman’s a lucky man...I’m giving him a free pass on this one...Jefferson: A free pass?! There’s no such thing in this business. Being a fellow Brit in this industry you should know this more than most. Jefferson’s words seem to have struck a chord with Hughes who now looks contemplative about his situation.Hughes: Hmm...so what you’re saying is that I shouldn’t let this slide?Jefferson: That's exactly what I'm saying! Right now Freeman’s winning this thing, and by letting it slide you’d be admitting defeat. By letting this slide you’d be letting Jason Freeman beat you.Hughes thinks about what Jefferson is saying for a moment. Perhaps he’s onto something, if he lets Freeman get away with insulting him like that it’ll make him look weak and most importantly it’ll look like Freeman is getting the better of him...And nobody gets the better of “Spitfire” Jonny Hughes, especially not in petty mindgames. Hughes looks up at Jefferson with a look of disgust and hate in his eyes. Jefferson smirks, knowing that his words have only served to fire up his compatriot and that violence is soon to follow.Hughes: Fuck this...I’m not going to stand by and let a pathetic individual like Jason Freeman best me.Hughes walks past Jack Jefferson and pushes a nearby crew member out of his seat before snatching the steel chair and marching out of the catering area with Brian Bravado cautiously following him. Jack Jefferson chuckles to himself and shouts after Hughes.Jefferson: That's more like it! Give the mother fucker the beating he deserves! Fade
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:16:22 GMT -5
Segment: Master of my own Destiny. Credit: Dave Shadow
As we cut backstage again, we find the Entertainment Champion standing in front of an ACW interview set, dressed in his full ring gear and with the Entertainment Championship held proudly over his shoulder. He smiles a broad smile as the crowd cheer his appearance. Standing beside him is his personal interviewer and friend, Mickey Cole, microphone in hand and ready to capture every word the champion says.
Cole: Ladies and gentlemen, we are now only a matter of minutes away from Dave Shadow’s first Entertainment Championship defence here in ACW, and Shadow, how important is this match to you?
Dave: Extremely important. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again Cole. I really want to do well here in ACW. I want to win every title I possibly can. I want to win every tournament I possibly can. I want to go down as an ACW legend and I want to go in to the ACW Hall of Fame. I want to become the personification and the embodiment of ACW. And ultimately I can only do that if I can win and defend championships. See, the titles here are stepping stones to immortality. This title I hold over my shoulder is now the most important thing in my life. It’s my family. My kids. My parents. Everything. It’s my ticket in to history, and tonight I get to chose how that history gets written.
See Cole, history is written by winners. History is written by the men and women who go out there and put their bodies and souls on the line and when the fights are over, its the winners who get to dictate what happened. That’s why tonight, it’s vital to me that I beat Josh Robertson in the Entertainment Championship title match. One way or another, this match goes down in history. Either it’s the night that Dave Shadow steps up to the plate and shows that he deserves to be the champion. Dave Shadow walks down to the right and shows that he derives to hold this title belt. Dave Shadow picks up the win and retains his title, and begins his reign with an almighty bang.
Or its the night that Josh Robertson walks down to the ring and takes the Entertainment Championship title away from me. And my title reign begins not with a bang but with a whimper. A blip on the record books. Dave Shadow. Won the title and lost it straight away. A loser who never should have been champion and was only a champion because of a fluke. Either way Cole, tonight the record books see an addition made to their pages. But whether or not its a positive addition for me is up to me. And I fully plan on making sure that the records read “Dave Shadow defeated Josh Robertson on 16th February 2009, retaining his Entertainment Championship.” My destiny is in my hands here tonight, and I will not let Josh take that away from me.
Cole: Well then, what about Jack Jefferson and Jonny Spade?
Dave: God damn it. I’ve already told you Cole that as far as I’m concerned, Jack and Jonny have issues that the two of them need to sort out. If Jack wants a title shot, fine. But there are two things he needs to realise first. One. Josh is getting the first title shot. Two. He needs to sort his shit out with Spade before I get involved with him. I don’t want to come across as someone who is running and hiding. I’m not that type of person and I’m certainly not that type of superstar. But Spade has stated pretty clearly that he wants his rematch with Jack so as far as I’m concerned, Spade has first dibs on Jefferson. When they finish their stuff, I’ll be more than glad to fight the winner and defend my title against them. But for now, I’m keeping my nose out of their business.
Jefferson. You want a title shot? Take care of Spade and make sure he doesn’t decide to interfere in your matches again.
Dave looks at Cole, an angry look on his face before storming off camera, heading for the ring....
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:18:06 GMT -5
Title:Weekly Radio Show Credit:Chris Phenomenal The following was broadcast on KXRY, one of the radio stations on ACW Island, as well as live with visual on the KXRY website on Friday, February 13th.
Inside of the KXRY studios the host’s of the Friday afternoon talk show are sitting in their respective chairs, the on air light is off and their headsets are around their necks. One man is Jack Harker, a man with a soft baritone and a black sweater. His co-host is Scott Demeterious, a man with a slight Scottish accent. cropped jet black hair, and chequered sweat shirt. Joining them in the studio this morning is one of the newer additions to the ACW roster in Chris Phenomenal. He is not as easily noticed however as he is wearing some form of disguise, a pitiful attempt at hiding his identity. Instead of his usual attire, a hooded sweatshirt, Yankees hat, and excessive amounts of bling, he is wearing a ten gallon Stetson and a pair of good ole fashioned leather boots to go with black denim jeans. The only thing that is the same from his usual appearance is the red bandana that hangs from his neck. From behind the window the producer of the show raises five fingers and slowly drops one at a time. The three men put on headsets and as the final finger drops the on air light sparks to life.
--On Air---
Jack Harker: We are back live at the KXRY studios on the ACW Island, as well as on are website at krxy.acw.com. We are now joined by one of the newest members of the ACW roster. After a six month lay off he rejoined the world of wrestling with ACW. We are now joined in studio by Ch…
Chris interrupts Jack before he can finish his sentence and pauses for a second before beginning to speak in a phony western drawl.
Chris: I’m mighty sorry fer interruptin’ ye there Jack, but y’almost said muh name wrong. It’s Buck remember, Buck Aroo.
Jack Harker: My aplogies C..er Buck. It’s a pleasure to have you on the show here this afternoon with Scott and myself. The main focus of ACW island is always on the wrestling, and new competitors are often scrutinized until they have proven themselves in the ring. What has life been like for you on ACW Island to this point?
Chris: It’s been my pleasure so far to reside this on Island. The people er genuinely kind, willin’ to go outta there way for a total stranger. It’s based on a good set o’ moral values I dun and reckon. The other thing I noticed so far is the lax attitude towards guns. Back home if I were t’ be walking through town wit’ my guns in their holster people would look at me kind o’ funny. Here people aint got no prob’em with it. I mean just last week we saw tha’ psycho Danny Mainer shoot Thunderkiss, and people weren’t all that shocked. I saw it as dis-honourable, shootin’ a man like that. He weren’t in any danger er anything’ and he just shot ‘im, just like that. It was like one of those negro shootin’s we hear about happ’nin’ over back in the United States of America. It was like being in Harlem er somethin’ Other than that though I haven’t had much problem’s here on ACW Island, I like it, a lot I can do muh business indoors now, and I got a whole ‘nother trailer to fill with trophies and such.
Scott Demeterious: You lost your first match in ACW to Brent “Badger” Garland. You said you expected your beginnings in ACW to be rough as you worked back towards one hundred percent. How close are you to said one hundred percent.
Chris Phenomenal: Me, in a match, in ACW, get atta here. I’d get whipped like a government mule. I watched tha match, Chris Phenomenal vs. Brent Garland and I could tell that he wasn’t one hundred percent in the ring. He’s better than tha’, I done seen it with muh own two eyes. I were too reckon he was about sixty percent in the ring, and right about now, he be about seventy five percent. I think y Bloody Valentine he should be raring and ready to go. In fact, I figure he’s gonna want a second shot at Brent Garland then as well.
Jack Harker: Buck you come to ACW as a superstar, a man who rose up from nothing and almost reached the top of the wrestling world, what was it like growing up on the streets of Harlem and then becoming one of the breakout stars in professional wrestling 2008.
Chris: A superstar? Street’s of Harlem? Jack, have you been smoking some of tha’ Mary joo wanna stuff. I’m just a poo’ boy who grew up in farming the same strip of land my daddy did, and my daddy’s daddy did. Working hard from sun up to sun down. I ain’t knowin’ nothing’ ‘bout no streets of Harlem. As for being a breakout superstar in wrasslin’ well I’m glad someone else knew I done an’ won the junior pig wrestling contest at the ole state fair before I came to ACW Island.
Scott Demeterious: At least you wasn’t wrestling with your sister or cousin‘s.
Chris: Oh I’ve wrestled with them before, when we was little we used to get in the bed and do it.
Scott Demeterious: *laughs*
Jack Harker: Common Scott we can’t do that on air, it’s wr… oh forget it.
Scott and Jack burst into laughter as Chris looks at them with a strange look on his face.
Chris: Were it somethin’ I said?
That sends Scott and Jack over the brink as the laughter picks up once again. Jack is able to somewhat compose himself, enough to stop his laughter for a moment and put his headset back on.
Jack Harker: We’ll be right back folks.
--Radio and Live Cast Commercial--
--In Studio--
The on air light fades out as Scott and Jack are still laughing as Chris joins them now that they are off the air.
Scott Demeterious: I can’t believe you just said that.
Jack Harker: I hope we don’t get in shit for that.
Chris: I got an immunity clause in my contract so they can’t do shit to me over at ACW
Scott: So what’s with all this Buck Aroo crap, I mean I heard rumours you were schizophrenic, and now…
Naw I’m not schizo, it’s just something a little fun. We are signed to do this for how long, and eventually it would get stale, but now each week we got a new character on the show to work with. Hell maybe we’ll even parody a few of the ACW superstars. I mean can you imagine The Macho Man’s STD and the shit we could pull with that.
Jack Harker: it’s Chlamydia damnit.
Chris: Or what about the Psycho Hooker, Danny Mainer.
The producer raps on the glass window and flashes the open hand as the three scramble to their seats. They don their headsets and the on air light once again begins to glow a bright red. The three men start to talk once again on the radio as the scene fades out.
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:18:56 GMT -5
Segment - Second Coming Credit - encryptic The camera pans around the backstage area, breaking from the action for a moment to catch a glimpse of what's behind the curtain. As it passes from wall to wall, from emptiness to emptiness, it catches the opening of the exit doorway in it's lens, Brent Garland making his way back inside the arena while tossing a burnt out cigarette outside.
Garland exhales a bit before shutting the opening he created. He turns around forcefully with a steady look before almost running strait into the camera behind, startling himself, and backing up a step in retaliation. The cameraman cuts for focus as Garland sighs and shakes his head in disgust... [/i] Brent Garland - Doesn't the media ever get tired of stalking us important people?! Cameraman - Sorry Mr. Garland, it's just that~ Brent Garland - Hang on a sec! You're the same one from before aren't ya? ... Ya! You're the snotty ass camera man who busted in on me before my first ACW match... What? Can't the mighty ACW afford to contract more than one useless scrawny ass?! Cameraman - Well you see~ Brent Garland - You know, back in GWF we had at least five cameramen running all around for the scoop. It was a brutal competition for them to increase their own personal paychecks... Thinking back on it, our cameramen had more competition with their own little deal than I have with mine!
In case you didn't see, close to about a week and a half ago, Brent Garland made his in ring debut against a man he used to carry so much respect for... A man whom he thought would bring out more of a fight inside!
...But it seems he was less of a man than I remember... Maybe it's this damn place tarnishing his skills by not giving him a position on the card he deserves... Us new guys don't get SHIT right? No matter the past we carry on our way to the ring, no matter our namesakes, no matter any of that crap, the all powerful ACW has none of it!
Oh yeah... You have something to say? Garland glares at the cameraman who is taken off guard by the abrupt cut in the one sided conversation. Moving quickly to position himself back into it, the cameraman readies a response in the form of a question he feels needs to be asked. [/i] Cameraman - Well... What I was trying to ask earlier was about your current status with the ACW. As you've already mentioned, we've seen you make a successful debut in the ring... But last week you weren't even on the card and tonight you were left off as well... Care to respond? Brent Garland - Yeah... Why do they got you doing this?! Cameraman - ... I beg your pardon? Brent Garland - I know for a fact that ACW has an interviewer on the payroll! Yet, I guess he's too busy to talk to the biggest this in this company's history right!?
... Like I said, us "newbies" get no respect... Well, that's alright because I carry no respect for any worthless ACW "performer." Cameraman - ...Um... Brent Garland - Shut the hell up and let me answer your damn question!
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When I claimed my victory over Chris, the shit hit the fan with every other wrestling company on the market! I became what some could call the biggest free agent in the world... That's right, free agent, I come out here to ACW to show what talent lies beyond it's hallowed hallways. The ACW has no contractional obligations from me and rightfully so... Why would I want to spend my time only crushing worthless idiots when I could be out making money elsewhere as well?
So, in response to where I've been... I've been out on the indy scene scraping past other talent like myself, everyone wants a piece of the undefeated ACW wrestler... There are a lot likewise talent out there that have no need for this and the other self proclaimed hierarchies of the wrestling business... As I've said many times, this place is nothing... It just serves as a place for me to continually disrespect, that is it's only purpose... Nothing more!
As for my upcoming plans? Well, it seems you'll see me in action this coming Thursday.. Not that you deserve to of course.
Who'll my opponent be? Who the fuck cares!? Point is, I'll be out there again showing you all the reasons why I can say what i say. It's all good for me right now you know, besides the fact that I have to put up with all the stupid shit in this place... Alright, I'm done for now! Go get your next scoop from some other bastard who'll probably tell you how much he loves and cherishes his fellow piles of trash! With that, Garland takes his leave. The cameraman remains behind in his wake before turning the camera off, the segment closing and cutting away from the scene. [/i] [/center]
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