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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 19, 2009 16:47:10 GMT -5
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Match 1: Will Slaughter vs. Brent Garland
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Match 2: Fallen Souls vs. Wayde Russler
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Match 3: The Macho Man RDK vs. Thunder Train - ACW International Title
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Match4: Jonny Spade and Dave Shadow vs. Jack Jefferson and Jonny Hughes
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Match 5: Jake Steele vs. XS3
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 19, 2009 16:48:14 GMT -5
The Face of ACW Dan White, AC Evans The ACW camera opens up, and we're greeted to the audience, whom begin to cheer as they get their 5 seconds of international fame, holding up the banners that they've so painstakingly constructed together in the most elaborate of ways. Well, most of them anyways. And with not a long time to go before the Bloody Valentine's Pay Per View, they have every reason to get excited as we come to the culmination of the month's feuds.
The cameras then pan to ACW's two resident commentators, colour commentator “Fast” Eddie Edison, and play-by-play commentator, Maxwell McNally, which means that we almost certainly have a blockbuster show for tonight.McNally: Well folks, we have an exciting show for you here tonight!Edison: Yeah, we're just over a week away from Bloody Valentine's, and I for one cannot wait for the Pay Per View!McNally: Indeed, but that's not to say we don't have a fantastic show for you tonight!The camera then cuts from the two commentators to a scene outside, where we see the ACW Arena, with all its lights shining bright and dandy, obviously trying to make a statement that it's the biggest and most important thing going on in all of the island. Not that it's been saying that almost every Monday and Thursday night for the bast 5 years anyways.....McNally: I wonder what we've got here...The camera then cuts out to an area far away from the arena. Well, it's not that far, but we'd say maybe about a quarter of a mile away, just touching the Woods of mystery and bloody tampons. There are two guys in dirty, red overalls, with a mightily large pierce of machinery. Well, actually it's not that big. I'm a big pack of lies in this description. Anyways it's pretty big for what looks like a projector, but why in the hell would a projector be required? And why that big? And why that far away? It seems I'm full of questions too.Edison: I wonder what they're doing with that projector-type thingy...Cut to the two men arranging the machinery.Man 1: All right, you got the slide? Man 2: Yep, right here. He holds up a small square. Man 1 smirks, and takes the slide off Man 2, sliding it into the projector. They then stand back, and Man 2 holds a small device with a wire leading to the projector. He pulls up a small box, and presses the button.Edison: What the hell?!There's a huge cheer as the picture is proudly beamed onto the ACW arena, and Dan White's figure stands proud, symbolising the fact that he truly is the face of ACW. The cheers confirm that the fans are loving it, but McNally and Edison are skeptical.McNally: You know as...well, innovative as this may seem, I don't think management are going to be too pleased with Dan White beaming himself onto the arena!Edison: Not only that, but why are these fans cheering, Max?! Dan White doesn't even have the guts to show himself, instead he's running away from Josh Robertson!The camera cuts back to the arena, where McNally and Edison are sat, still with eyebrows raised, with the audience members behind them leaping up from their seats, trying to get into the sight of the camera.McNally: Well I can only assume that this means we're going to see Dan White tonight!Edison: I hope so, Max, and these fans would certainly love to see him!Well, we'll just have to wait and see now, won't we?
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 19, 2009 16:48:51 GMT -5
Segment: Be careful who you talk to Credit: Josh Robertson, RDK
The camera starts rolling to show Macho Man RDK backstage talking to the odd pair of Alex Trixer and Gary. RDK is quite animated as per usual, while Trixer and Gary are quite understandably a bit in awe of the great one!
Macho Man: It was the night of nights brudah! Probably the biggest night of my life...October 29th, 2005...Macho Man RDK enters the arena as ACW Heavyweight Champion....AND LEAVES A DOUBLE-CHAMPION! OOOOOH YEAAAH! I also overcame my demons with my father...reconciling with him in his last breaths before death...it was one lonng drawn out night...but damn have I grown because of it![/color] With RDK now deep in thought and Gary and Trixer listening carefully the attention is strangely taken away as the camera pans to the left, pushing RDK, Gary and Trixer briefly out of shot. Striding down the hallway and quickly approaching looking enraged is none other than Josh Robertson. Robertson hasn't gotten over the fact that Dan White interfered in his title match, effectively costing him the title and isn't about to let it go quietly. He suddenly stops and turns to look at a backstage staff member who is filling up a vending machine. As Robertson approaches him he has caught the attention of RDK and the others. Josh Robertson: Have YOU seen Dan White?!Man: Er...Josh Robertson: Are you deaf? I SAID HAVE YOU SEEN DAN WHITE?!Man: Sorry, no I haven't.Robertson sighs in disgust and turns away, heading back towards RDK. At this stage Robertson is visibly frustrated and looks ready to lash out...if he had half brain he'd be wise not to approach RDK. Uh oh, seems he doesn't. Robertson approaches RDK, Trixer and Gary and in his not so delicate way decides to dive straight in, ignoring RDK's mini-seminar. Josh Robertson: Hav--Macho Man: BRUDAH pleeeease don't tell Mach you were about to interrupt him! CAUSE YOU DON'T WANNA EVEN THINK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TO THE LAST PERSON WHO DARED TO INTERRUPT MACH WHEN HE WAS TALKING TO THE PEOPLE! OoOoH Yeaah![/color] Uh oh Robertson, RDK ain't happy with you! Robertson glances at Gary and Alex Trixer with a condescending look before returning his attention to RDK. Josh Robertson: Why, did you talk him to death with your jibberish? Because if so, I can see where you're coming from, that would be quite nasty wouldn't it?Macho Man: ---Don't get CHEEKY with me jabroni!--[/color] Josh Robertson: Yeah yeah, so what. Now, HAVE YOU SEEN DAN WHITE?!Macho Man: NOPE, AND EVEN IF I HAD SEEN BRUDAH WHITE, I WOULDN'T OF TOLD A JABRONI LIKE YOU! OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH! MA-CHO MA-YUN![/color] Josh Robertson: ...right.Robertson raises an eyebrow at RDK's comments before turning his attention to the men standing beside RDK, Gary and Alex Trixer. Josh Robertson: What about you two nobodies, have you seen White skulking about?Gary and Trixer: Nope.Josh Robertson: Ugh, useless. But then again look at who I'm talking to.Robertson gives Gary and Trixer a dirty look before pushing in between RDK and Gary and starting to walk off down the hallway. However, RDK ain't gonna take that, brudah! Macho Man: NOW WAIT JUST A QUAKER OATS MINUTE, BRUDAH![/color] RDK takes a couple of paces foward as Robertson turns around with a frown engraved on his forehead. Macho Man: The Macho Mayun can't say he's been IMPRESSED with the acts of jackasserie you've been pullin' as of late! EACH SHOW ALL MACH HEARS IS WHAT ROBERTSON HAS DONE TO DISRESPECT THE A-C-DUBYAH FANS: THE MILLIONS...[/color] ...AND MILLIONS... Macho Man: ...Of fans who also happen to be fans of THE MACHO MAN R-D-K! So either stop whinin' and get somethin' done for once, or donka donk donka your ass on outta here!![/color] Robertson looks up and down at RDK shaking his head in macho fashion. Josh Robertson: ...I have no idea what just came out of your mouth. Either way, I have more important things to do than concern myself with a "hollywood" actor. Maybe once I have taken care of Dan and his hooligan friends I'll show you what a REAL wrestler is like, Mach. Oh, and here's a clue - it isn't one who prances around going "OoOoOoO YEAH!".There's one last intense stare between RDK and Robertson before Robertson heads off, leaving RDK with Gary and Trixer again. Macho Man: SO as the Mach was saying...[/color] The scene fades to black as RDK continues to recall his past with Trixer and Gary listening eagerly. [/font]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 19, 2009 16:49:30 GMT -5
Segment: Trouble in the Airport (Credit: Lee)
ACW Island. This is the site where the people are about to witness something magnificent. A cosmic event that only selected few will ever get to observe in the scant years of their lives: the Dragon’s Rising. The people of this place have no idea what’s in store for them. They have yet to see a star the caliber of Lee Homicide.
But before he can get there, Lee has to navigate the security checkpoint at John F. Kennedy International Airport in his home state of New York. What is with these airport people? Now they feel like they rule the world with their little metal detectors and searches. Lee Homicide stands in line waiting to have his bag checked and to go through the metal detector, an obvious look of annoyance on his face. Didn’t they know that they had greatness in their presence? After about 10 minutes its finally Lee’s turn to go through. There is a short, fat woman with thick glasses waiting for him. Lee acts as if he’s about to vomit.
Lee: Oh my God! I think I just threw up in my mouth a lil bit! Isn’t there some type of fitness test that you gotta pass to work here? Good God, whachu weigh in at? About 475?
The woman doesn’t find this funny in the least. She sneers at Lee and motions for him to walk through the metal detector. With a slight chuckle he obliges. As he struts through full of confidence, the alarm immediately goes off. Now it’s the woman’s turn to chuckle.
Airport Security: Looks like we got ourselves a problem here, don’t we? Take off your shoes sir, and walk through again.
Lee rolls his eyes, not believing that he really has to go through this. He removes his shoes and raises his arms as if to say, “Are you happy now?” The woman simply motions for him to get on with it. Lee walks through again, and yet again the alarm goes off.
Lee: Ya gotta kidding me! Obviously yo machine is broken. I’m not some terrorist. Hell, behind Derek Jeter and pizza, I’m the greatest thing to come out of New York! There is no reason I should have to jump through all these hoops for you, Shamu!
Airport Security: Sure, whatever you say there guy. I’m going to need you to remove your belt.
Lee: All of this to get on a plane? You takin’ yo job way too seriously, ‘specially when you makin’ minimum wage.
The woman simply nudged Lee with her hand held metal detector. He quickly brushes off where she touched him. She was probably just trying to cop a feel, obviously every woman wanted a piece of Lee Homicide. Reluctantly he removes his belt, but makes sure to hold his pants up as he walks through for a third time. And, yep, you guessed it, the alarm goes off again.
Lee: Great! So now what do you want me to drop? My underwear?
Airport Security: Nope, not yet. But you are going to have to remove your pants sir.
Lee looks at her like she has to be joking. This has to be some type of prank. He scans the area briefly for Kutcher.
Lee: You’s kiddin’, right? I dunno if this is how you get yo rocks off, lady, but I’m not playing these games no more.
Airport Security: Sir, if you want to get out of this airport you will comply. Nobody wants to see your scrawny body anyway. I’m a happily married woman of 36 years.
Lee: Scrawny? You must not watch much TV. I’m Lee Homicide. Itz LEE, yuh BITCH! A professional wrestler. Hell I’m tha biggest star on the planet, and if I drop these pants, your marriage ain’t gonna make it to 37 years. You aren’t the first woman who’s caught the bug. It’s clear to everyone here that you want me. But listen, I’m not here for that. All I need to is to get on that plane so I can go to ACW Island. I have an extremely important match awaiting me any day now. I mean, this is actually important, not like the meaningless life that you lead. I have to go beat up on some dumb bitches, and you’re impeding my progress.
Airport Security: Pro wrestling? You do know that what you do isn’t a real sport?
Lee covers his mouth in shock.
Lee: Looky here, fatso, I provide entertainment for millions of people around the world. I’m sorry that I couldn’t have the fascinating job of frisking people every five seconds of my day. I mean, I can see how you’re really making a difference in the world. But why don’t you just stay out of my business. I mean, I don’t come here every day and try to give you pointers on how to check a guy’s package. So what I’m going to need you to do is step aside, give me my bag, and let me pass. You’re really giving the wonderful city of New York a bad name. It’s up to people like me to be the gleaming beacon of hope for my great state.
Airport Security: Sir, just get over there and take off your pants.
Lee sighs as the woman really isn’t budging on the matter. He dips his head and walks back to his spot. Just about to take off his pants, some nearby woman can be heard whistling and even one guy is staring a little too hard. Lee, like a flash of lightning, bolts past the fat security personnel. As he sprints past her he grabs his bag, all the while yelling back.
Lee: See yo fat ass nevah! Check your local TV schedules for ACW! AND REMEMBER: ITZ LEE, YUH BITCH!
Now Lee appears to be in the clear, but ever the one for surprises, Lee actually makes a U-turn and goes bolting toward the woman again to get straight in her face once more.
Lee: LEE!
The sheer volume of Lee's voice knocks the lady back onto her hefty keister. Lee disappears in the sea of people with another stream of security storming after him.
Now that that’s out of the way, all he has to do is get to ACW, where, of course, he’s a HUGE star. Because everyone loves Lee. Well, at least that’s what he thinks. Love him or hate him, Lee Homicide makes an impact wherever he goes, and his time in ACW will be no different. The only question is, what will the impact be? Only time will tell.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 19, 2009 16:49:51 GMT -5
Segment - Life Behind the Lens - Credit - encryptic -
No! No, I don't want to have to talk to him again!
Why do you keep assigning me the nut jobs? How come I can't talk to people like RDK, Thunderkiss, Jake Steele... Why can't I get in on all the big name interviews... Everyone just keeps putting me down, making me record the newcomers and no names... I never get to have any fun.
It's not fair... It's not fair... It's not~
[/i] Hey stupid! Wake up, you're sleeping on the job! A set of eyes snap open as a loud voice reaches the owner. The scene zooms out at a rather slow pace, culminating in displaying the owner of said eyes as he quickly shifts his head towards the noise that caused him to awake.
As his vision clears and he rubs his eyes, the man who called out for him is shown on screen. He wears an angry look on his face as he looks down towards his target and shakes his head before booming once more. [/i] It's always laziness with you isn't it?! Do you not know we have a deadline to work with every week? You're not payed to slack off and take a nap, you're payed to work! *Yawning sheepishly* ... Hmm? What?... Jesus Thompson! You have no idea what I'm saying... ARGGH! Just get up off your ass and... And carry some boxes or something, hold on, I'll get something for you! Isaac Thompson - ...Huh? ...
Just... Just go do something with yourself Thompson... With a suggestion now on the table, the second man makes his leave, Isaac finally waking up and pulling himself to his to his feet. Thompson looks around for something to do, scanning the immediate area before catching some boxes in his eye. He makes his way over with a weary look and notices a yellow index card taped to it's front, a card with a message he quietly reads out loud. [/i] Isaac Thompson - ...Transport to the basement immediately... VERY IMPORTANT! ... Looking around... Sure... Let Isaac do everything... Isaac can take care of all the little things, he never has anything else to do! After stating his feelings out loud, Isaac lifts the boxes by the bottom, carrying all in one grasp before heading towards the stairs. As he reaches the doorway leading downwards, he frustratingly tries to bar it open, before finally managing and heading down the stairs.
Isaac moves through the spiderwebs and dusty stair case before reaching the bottom, the boxes hardly complying as they shake and rattle, almost falling to the floor. As Isaac secures his self appointed assignment, he heads towards a lowly lit desk, placing the boxes on top as removing some of the sweat drops he's built up. [/i] Isaac Thompson - ...This feels too much like one of those movies...
The main character talks to himself about what he's doing after being woken up abruptly... Only to have something strange and maybe even insane happen... It's like it's all been done before somewhere but you still watch to figure out exactly how it'll turn out this time... Heh, good thing this is real life and nothing like that could ever happen... With that, Isaac turns back towards the stairway, an attempt to leave the boxes behind before remember his own words and slightly looking back. In a flash, Isaac dashes over and rips the top box away, nothing but fuzz and emptiness... He pulls the second and catches the same return...
As it seems he's done for the night, he slowly gives into temptation with the final box... As he musters up his courage to rip it apart, he catches a glimpse of something he never thought he'd see... A magic lamp now resting in his hands as his eyes widen... [/i] Isaac Thompson - ... Really now? Like this wasn't seen from a mile away...
How many wishes... How many wishes... And WHAT will they be for?!
...Maybe I can finally get myself one of those big time interviews... Or a styling purple coat with a cane! It'll all be too perfect!!! Hey idiot, wake the hell up!!! The voice reaches Isaac once more as he searches around quickly and frantically, another scene shifting as the camera pulls back from his eyes, Isaac now back where he started, the man from before looking down on him and yelling loudly this time around... SO YOU WENT BACK TO SLEEP!?
WHAT THE HELL!? ... LOOK! YOU NEED SOMETHING TO DO AND I'M GOING TO FIND IT FOR YOU! GET OFF YOUR ASS AND FOLLOW ME, YOU'RE GOING TO BE VERY BUSY MY FRIEND! Isaac Thompson - *sleepishly*... Huh? The man starts to shake in anger as the scene pulls away, Isaac shaking free from his brain dead state as he tries his hardest to stay awake in order to pay attention to the once again screaming voice... [/center]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 19, 2009 16:50:39 GMT -5
Match 1: Will Slaughter vs. Brent Garland
We kick off the matches without messing around as we come back from a commercial the match just gets under way.
Will Slaughter comes towards Garland with some quick knife edge chops, and some stiff kicks that hit their mark hard, as Garland wasn't quite prepared for it. Garland isn't such a bad striker himself, firing at Slaughter with some jabs, and the two men trade blows, before Garland is able to get behind Slaughter and hit him with a backdrop. Garland decides to work on Slaugher's legs, since Slaughter is relatively quick, and slowing him down will be highly advantageous, and so Garland hits some stomps to the leg of Slaughter. Slaugher eventually gets up to his feet, and Garland attempts to again go for the leg, kicking it to try to bring Slaughter down. Slaughter goes to his knee, and Garland yanks him up into a DDT position, but Slaughter is able to fall out of it and spin behind Garland for a schoolboy rollup that gets a two count!
Slaughter uses his speed to great advantage in the opening minutes even hitting a moonsault to a standing Garland, until eventually Garland is able to finally make progress on his leg and slow him down. Eventually Garland manages to dominate, with slow-paced submission moves and a methodical attack on the leg. Garland at one point even manages to get Slaughter to sit in the turnbuckle before running forward and hitting the Bite of the Badger for a two count. Garland attempts to get him up for the Cradle DDT, but Slaughter reverses, and manages to bounce off the ropes and hit an Enzu Lariat! He then ascends the turnbuckle (slowly, because of his hurt leg), and hits a moonsault! 1...2...Kick out.
By the end of the match, the two men have fought evenly for a while. They both stand up, both weak, and Will Slaughter comes forward. He kicks Garland in the gut, and then gets him up for The Exorcism, but Garland fights out of it, grabbing him from behind and hitting a german suplex and pinning, but Slaughter kicks out. They get up again, and then Garland tries to get Slaughter up for the cradle DDT, but slaughter counters and hits the Doi 555, but Garland kicks out! Slaughter brings Garland up to his feet, and leans him against the turnbuckle, before backing up, doing a cartwheel, into a backflip, into a back stinger splash, but Garland dodges, and Slaughter hits the turnbuckle hard. Garland gets him up...Cradle DDT! 1 . . . 2 . . . 3!
Phillip: Here is your winner…. Brent Garland!
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 19, 2009 16:56:28 GMT -5
Segment: Ouch Credit: Josh Robertson, Jay Zero, Fat Ass Train
The camera starts rolling and fades in to show Commissioner Zero and Assistant Commissioner Train walking through the hallway. Clearly fresh out of the food hall Train can be seen scoffing multiple chilli dogs while Zero irritably screws his forehead up at his assistant commissioner's eating habits.
Commissioner Zero: No! I don't give a shit to be honest. I don't care what the hell happens as long as you walk out as the new Champion.
Thunder Train: You need a little more faith in me! I will be the new champion, don't you worry about that. And after I win his belt, I'm gonna beat his ass to a bloody pulp.
Commissioner Zero: Yeah well I'm sick of RDK comin' to the aid of Steele and XS3! He's getting involved in my business, Train and he does NOT belong there! - so tonight, I don't care what it takes - I don't care what you do, but when it's all said and done, you better shut his damn mouth up and you better be walking out with that International Title!
Thunder Train: GODDAMMIT I WILL! You won't have to worry about him later with Steele and XS3. Now will you relax?
As ACW's power trip turns around the corner however, their grins are soon turned upside down as they see - and hear - a man who has been causing a great deal of annoyance amongst most of the roster tonight. Josh Robertson. With a face as red as a cherry and the sound of an elephant seemlingly taking a step everytime he does, this doesn't bode well for Zero & Train.
Josh Robertson: Well, look who it is, Commissioner Zero!
Robertson turns to look at Train standing beside him, still scoffing his face with chilli dogs. How many chilli dogs did he have?!
Josh Robertson: Oh, and let's not forget, his fat ass lackey Assistant Commissioner Train! How are you two gentlemen tonight? Great? Good! Because I'm not!
Robertson looks like he's about to fall off the rocker Fallen Souls style as Zero looks at him in look mixed with disgust, irritation and surprise.
Commissioner Zero: Yeah, well good for you. That's your problem, isn't it?
Josh Robertson: Oh, but it is your problem, Zero! You see, you are the man in charge! That means that anything that goes wrong is your problem is your responsibility! So, as I was saying before you interrupted with your snide comment - I'm not happy!
Commissioner Zero:*Sarcastically* Oh, what's that?! Mr. Robertson isn't happy!? Oh - well you hear that Train? We ought to shut down this entire operation then! Hell, we can't go on if Josh here is unhappy! Now what's wrong, did you forget to take your happy pills today Joshy boy? Pft, get a fucking grip.
Zero rolls his eyes to further infuriate Robertson.
Josh Robertson: That's easy for you to say! You didn't have Dan White interferring in YOUR title match costing you YOUR title!
Commissioner Zero: You mean the title that you wouldn't have won anyways?
Thunder train: BURN!
Josh Robertson: Well, of course that's what I expected you to say, considering you're as much use as a pair of gloves to a man with no hands! No, what I WANT...no NEED from you is to know where the hell the thug and his merry band of hooligans are!
Zero laughs slightly at Robertson.
Commissioner Zero: Heh, and what the hell makes you think that I even have the slightest clue where Dan White is? I don't know where he is, and I simply don't care where he is! I'm not his keeper, Josh!
Josh Robertson: So, you still have control over the CCTV cameras. It would take you like one second to tell me his whereabouts!
Train: Oh will you just shut up...
Commissioner Zero: Yes, please do! Josh I don't know if you've heard, but quite simply, you're not the only man with problems! You're running around here, stompin' your feet trying to make a scene, but hey, you're not the only one that's not been in a good mood as of late! I'm not going to drop everything that I'm doing just because you're whining and crying over nothing! I got my own business to take care of right now, and dealing with you isn't on that agenda! So if you're going to talk to your Commissioner in that tone, then y'know what Robertson?
Josh Robertson: You finally accepted you're a talentless poser who has no place in this company or industry?!
Zero chuckles while Robertson remains straight-faced.
Commissioner Zero: Not exactly - that's you! YOOOOU'RE FIRED!
There's a moment of silence as Robertson tries to take it but looks blankly. As he is finally able to speak he stumbles slightly in his words.
Josh Robertson: B-but you don't have the power to do that!
Commissioner Zero: Really? Last time I checked, I just fired the entire roster of Fallout with no repercussions! As Commissioner I can do whatever the hell I want and right now - I want you OUT! SECURITY! GET THIS MAN OUT OF MY SIGHT AND OUT OF MY ARENA! NOW!
Train: You heard the Commissioner! So long! Hahahaha.
Josh Robertson: SON OF AAAAA-
Robertson is grabbed from behind by Zero's own personal security force. He is dragged along the ground and out of shot as Zero and Train chuckle at poor Robertson's demise.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 19, 2009 16:56:46 GMT -5
Segment: Kevin Spacey's Basement (Credit: FSX) There is usually good evidence when a crime has been committed, and it is usually damning enough for the suspect in such crime to be prosecuted and serve the punishment that many believe he deserves. Though this is not always the case, it remains a consistency that if you have done something wrong, you will suffer from it. The extent of this justice differs from situation to situation, however. In the case of one Fallen Souls, the distinction of it's justice is very likely one of Karma. He has done some horrible things in his life, and for many he has taken full responsibility for his actions. Recently, however, he has placed the entire blame on his current state of being. Because of this, and due to the lack of remorse he feels because of this, he has taken no action to stop himself from committing random acts of violence...sexual or otherwise. The situation was becoming one that lacked control, so there is no surprise that someone stepped in to stop in.
Just who stepped in may come as a bit of a surprise, however. A man that appears irrelevant to Fallen's life, and generally appears to have absolutely no relation to the Korean Veteran, has taken his time to go ahead and attempt to 'cure' Fallen of his horrific pain, and attempt to cleanse his soul. Whether or not he succeeds is yet to be seen, but his latest action appears to be one well thought out, and a fundamental strategy of success. Kidnapping him well he was in a delirious state, and taking advantage of the situation in order to try and remove him from his own mental state. Will it work, however? That remains to be seen, though likely the discovery will be made soon, as the camera returns to a scene previously thought being kept away from media attention. Fallen appears to be distraught and exhausted as he shifts in his seat, clearly pissed off as emotionless faces stare to him.FSX: ...Are we about done with all of this, yet? It feels like it's been days, yet you guys haven't done a fucking thing yet! Just sat around and stared at me well my body was busy going to hell. It's fucking ridiculous, and I'm really getting tired of it. Spencer: We only have done research well you are asleep, if only because it's much easier for us. Your an utter annoyance to deal with when your awake. Grimacing a moment as he shot up his head and tried his best to spit across the room into the face of Maron, he would miss quite significantly as he simply scoffed. He didn't care if he hit him or not, he just wanted his taste of the situations well known to all involved with it.FSX: What fucking research is there to do?! This is a god damn detox for no fucking reason, and it never seems to come to a fucking end! I can't take anymore of this, seriously! I can't! Everything aches, and I can feel my blood tearing through my fucking body! I need my god damn pain killers. I need to get the hell out of here and go some place more comfortable. I need to live without some obese bodyguard checking me out. This is all fucking weird, fucking pointless, and fucking confusing! Watching in disgust as one of the bodyguards in the room knelt down to gaze in admiration at the spit that Fallen had just exerted, Maron would smirk for a moment before he looked away. It was amusing, sure, but it could still evolve into a rape-for-rape scenario,. No one wants that.Spencer: ...Though I can't exactly condone the actions of my associates, I assure you that this is being done for good reason. Your health is a concern, and this is the only way to bring it back to you. FSX: Yeah, I get that. I understand that this is some kinda fuckwit crusade to make me healthy, and let me think clearly, and a bunch of other bullshit. The fact of the matter is that I don't understand why you give a damn! What is possessing you to do all of this?! I've never seen you once in my god damn life prior to our first little meeting, and since then you keep popping up to make my life a fucking shit festival! Spencer: Perhaps it's not for your benefit, but for those around you? Laughing softly at the thought as he winched doing so, Fallen would shake his head once with a wide grin upon his face. Those around him? If he still cared for humanity the way that he should he would not be in the delirious and deranged state that he currently was. He couldn't give a damn who suffered at this point, so long as he had salvation from the pain racing through his body.FSX: I don't care if I become the most deranged psychopath the world has ever seen, and I don't care if I start hurting people that don't deserve to be hurt. I've come to the revelation it's much better then all of this bullshit! I can be an asshole if I want to be, and people can stay the fuck away from me if they don't want to deal with it! Spencer: I do believe I've never seen you demonstrate such foul language over such a short period of time. It's quite disturbing, honestly. You need to calm down. This treatment will do you good when you get to that point. Stopping all of his movement and doing the best to give an emotionless face to the man that held him captive there, sitting calmly in his chair as Maron appeared a bit taken back. The drugs may be escaping his system, but Fallen's sanity didn't appear to be returning at the rate one may have expected too, given his previous removals from the drugs.FSX: Okay. See? I'm plenty calm. I'll stop screaming in your face, but we have to talk about this civilly. Why did you bring me here? Why did you take a personal interest in my life? I know you've tried to give me reasons in the past, but those reasons suck. I want to understand why I have to further suffer, and why your so intent in making me. Well? Come on, explain yourself!! Spencer: It's none of your concern, Fallen. Winching quite notably as he ground his teeth, Fallen would sigh softly as he managed to get up from his seat quite easily. He appeared to be in reasonable pain, but nothing was going to stop him at this point. He had enough a taste of the bullshit.FSX: Okay. You know what? I really did try to be calm about this. To be understanding, and to not just cause a fuss over what could be some kinda misunderstanding. Some kinda misinterpretation or some shit, you know? But your clearly not cooperating. I might feel dead, but I have no choice. Rushing forward without another word, it appeared that all those in the room were startled by the sudden burst of speed and energy. He had shown no progress toward it just a moment ago, and now he was healthy enough to attack an idiot for not thinking his way? This was the Fallen Souls that once lived in minor infamy! Jumping onto Maron before he had a chance to defend himself. he would reach to grip at his throat as the bodyguards looked in awe, stumbling to rush over and stop him.Spencer: Restrain him! It's all I'm paying you for, so do it! FSX: You WILL explain to me what's going on! Come on! Why are you doing this?! I have every right to know, it's my life! TELL ME! A look of focused madness upon his face as he was dragged back from the man he was attacking just a moment ago, Maron would stare to him for a moment as he made his way back to his feet. Despite the fact it was clear Fallen wasn't quite there yet, perhaps it was time he was actually filled in on the specifics of this situation.Spencer: ...Fair enough. Perhaps it's about time that you actually do find out what's going on. Please, at least make an attempt to calm yourself down before I tell you the following. Hesitating a moment before giving a nod, Fallen would return to his seat and slouch over in it a moment, staring to the man he once scoffed at as a joke, now intent on hearing his purpose. He just had to know at this point, as it consumed him.FSX: ...Alright. This is about as calm as I'm going to get. Now, give me my explanation and let me out of this place. Spencer: I'll admit what you have been assuming all of this time. I did not take this personal interest in you by my own choice, but rather by the request of someone else. I had paid no attention to your career, but someone asked me to look into your medical records. I planned on ignoring the request, as it didn't suit a man of my unique skill, but the desperation in their voice was appealing. I had no choice but to at least investigate. FSX: A man of your unique skill? Which is what? Being a jackass for hire? Smirking softly as the puns were returning to the man once ripped from a standard of comedy for one of insanity, Maron would nod a moment. Is his job truly to be an asshole? Perhaps, but only to an extent by the look of things. There was clearly more to it as Maron would soon continue.[Spencer: To an extent. I guess I'm what you could call a private investigator, though I don't advertise myself as such. Considering that they found me, however, implies that she had been looking for quite awhile. Pausing a moment as there was an awkward silence filling the room, Fallen would soon lower his head. An undeniable shame began to rush through him as he seemed to be quite free of any physical suffering at the moment, slowly moving his hands to hold onto his head lightly. He should of known...but why didn't he..?FSX: ...You said she. Who is it that cares so much about me to make some guy ruin my life for the better? Spencer: I don't really think it's much a question, Fallen. You've known deep down who it was all along that started all of this, and who it was that was trying to save you. She just couldn't manage to do anything on her own. For whatever reason, she found it impossible to get through to you whenever she came in your contact, thus desperation led her to me. Nodding once more as he let out a brief sigh, raising his head to look to Maron once again as he looked quite distraught and upset with the situation, his thoughts overwhelmingly focused on self grief as he replayed the past few weeks in his head.FSX: ...I see. I guess that does make sense...but she gave up on me awhile ago. She literally came right up to me and told me that she had stopped caring, and was done with me. Spencer: That's true. She stopped immediately after the 'Joytoy' incident. She no longer wanted to continue on this investigation, which at this point had evolved to a life saving mission. She was hurt. Can you blame her? Shaking his head softly as he soon stood from his seat and turned to face the wall. How could he make such a huge mistake, after so many years? Had he really become so disconnected with reality that he ignored what was so blatantly obvious? Such oppurtunity...someone actually taking enough of an interest in him to care to such an extent...FSX: No...I can't. I wouldn't want anything to do with me either, especially after something like that...but assuming that's the case, why are you still doing this? You said she stopped paying you. What's your obligation now? Spencer: Hmn..? Oh, simple. Selling the narcotics I took from you was more then enough to cover the rest of the bill. That, and I never leave a job unfinished. In fact, I dare say that at this point the job is finally complete. FSX: What do you mean? Gazing back to him over his shoulder as he heard this, Maron was smiling quite notably as he got up from his seat and looked to his associates, waving for them to follow him as he waved for one of them to unlock the door. He seemed quite clear on his intent. This little detox session was coming to an end...at perfect time too!Spencer: Your no longer displaying any signs of severe pain, seem able to think clearly and of your own free will, and have calmed down significantly from your previous state of rage. That's as good as it will get. FSX: ...Well, you actually have a point. I feel a lot better now...Good timing, too. I have a match later on in the evening against Wayde Russler, I believe. I should get ready for that. Then I can go ahead and finish off A.C. Evans with a clear mind, and retire at the end of the month. End this ordeal, and be able to live a normal life. Spencer: Alright, you are free to go. Nodding once as he tried to disconnect himself with the end of this experience, only thinking of her as he tried to fake a smile and walk past Maron without another word. He was still around in order to destroy Evans after all, right? That's why he decided to stay, and put himself through the fullest extent of hell...but there still appeared to be so much more to it in the long run. Life after this death...what would he do?[ As he contemplated all of these things, so many thoughts racing through his head, he was unable to do a thing to stop Maron from moving an arm to stop him. Looking to the Investigator, his intent was quite serious, and very clear.Spencer: I fully expect you to go to her this evening. I doubt you'll disappoint in that regard...Good luck. Looking to him without a single word, Fallen would appear a bit frustrated after a moment as he quickly made his way out of the room, Maron looking to his goons with a smile. This had finally come to what appeared a conclusion, and a very successful one at that. But for Fallen, he still had much more to deal with. There would still be repercussions for his actions, and for the feelings flooding him..After he was done with Wayde, he'd have no choice but to finally face them.
But what will be the outcome..?
Fade to black.============================================= “A Delicious Apple in the Garden” Credit: Yoko Satoshi, Thunderkiss [Her voice still echos throughout his head. As he transitioned from one world to the next, he remembers her soft touch and worried nature. Thunderkiss has thought long and hard and comes up empty as to why a complete stranger would come to his aid, especially considering the connections involved. There has been no love lost between him and Yoko Satoshi (and Sarin Rossi for that matter) and to even entertain the thought that one of her kin rescued him boggles him to no end. Perhaps it is this curiosity that will him to her locker room door this evening, or perhaps its out of something else, something that makes him feel uncomfortable thinking about. Nevertheless, he cannot stop himself from thinking about it, no matter how hard he try.] *Knock,Knock* [Her locker room door slowly opens. This is it. His last chance to turn around and forget this silly ordeal all together. He entertains this thought for just a second and in even faster time he dismisses it. He feels compelled to hold his ground, as if powers higher than himself are holding his feet in place.] Yuki Satoshi: Yes? Oh, it’s you. Well, you look better. You had me pretty worried there. [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Yuki, is it?[/glow] Yuki Satoshi: It is. [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: I just wanted to say ...[/glow] [Not one known for being humble, Thunderkiss struggles putting together those six little letters. Eyes dropping down to her feet and then back up to her own, he is taken aback by her sheer beauty. Very much like her sister, but with her own unique flair, Yuki Satoshi is one that stands out amongst the crowd. Thunderkiss’ has always had a taste for Asian beauties and his heart softens just long enough to allow words of appreciation to flow from his lips.] [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Thanks. If it were not for you, I’d be dead right now. I owe you my life. If there is anything I can do for you, anything at all, please let me know. I know that I haven’t had the best relationship with Yoko but - [/glow] Yuki Satoshi *interrupting*: Mr. Kiss, do not confuse me with my silly sister. I am a girl of taste... [The corners of her lips crease themselves upwards and her gaze melts into his own. Feelings of guilt overcome him for impure thoughts penetrate his conscious. With Heaven’s existence flowing through his veins, his morals have increased tenfold. Twice her age and his loyalties to another, Thunderkiss cannot allow this situation to escalate any further. Yet, he cannot turn away from her gaze. Her eyes are drawing him in and he is drowning with him.] Yuki Satoshi: And I know what I like. I will remember your offer. [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500% *stuttering*: I-I .. Uhhhhh ... T-T-Thank you! Well now, I must be going. [/glow] Yuki Satoshi: Please, feel free to stop by any time and visit. [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Oh sister, you bet I will. [/glow] Yuki Satoshi: I’m sorry, what was that? You were mumbling. [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Oh nothing. Look, I gotta run now and save the day. Demons to slay and stuff like that. Don’t ask, it’s better that you don’t. [/glow] Yuki Satoshi *giggling*: Take care. [Thunderkiss smiles and gives her a big, toothy grin. The instant her door closes his mind flashes back to the last minute and replays every second of it. Did he mess up? Is there anything he could have done to present himself better? As he tries to answer these questions it dawns on him, he’s infatuated. Not quite sure how to handle this new revelation, he changes gears and focuses his attention at the daunting tasks at hand. An appropriate saying for a moment such as this would be to “think baseball” and it will go away] [FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 19, 2009 16:57:06 GMT -5
Segment - Rematch? Credit - Chris Phenomenal, Encryptic
As Badger gets to his feet, Superstars by Jim Jones plays and Chris Phenomenal emerges at the top of the entrance ramp with a microphone in his hands. He is wearing a red hoody and a pair of green sweatpants, apparently Christmas came early in Harlem this year. He looks down at the ring as Garland looks back up at him. Chris claps his hands a few times mockingly a grin on the face of Badger.
Chris: Very impressive Garland, very…very impressive.[/I]
Chris once again mockingly claps his hands as Garland ducks out of the ring and grabs a microphone from Phillip Jones before getting back in the ring.
Garland: ...What do you want Chris?[/I]
Chris: I could bull shit you if I wanted and just say I wanted to congratulate an old friend on another stunning performance but I wont. I have a match next Monday on Warfare and I think after that I will be ready, as close to one hundred percent as I can get. I can’t promise any unbeatable winning streaks, but I can promise I will deliver a better performances. I can promise that I will be able to, even in eventual defeat usher in the era I promised one that will be simply phenomenal. In order to do that though there is a piece of business I need to take care of. In my career I have only one un avenged loss, and that’s to you Garland, and I want to change that. So Brent Garland, will you be my bloody valentine?[/I]
A small chuckle comes from the crowd as Garland looks on at Chris Phenomenal, chuckling to himself at his witty remark.
Garland: No, no, Chris... I have a better idea than a rematch that wouldn't go anywhere. I know we have a history, we've been wrestling together for a long time but have never been truly together. I propose we change that though, right here right now, let’s form something along the lines of... Oh, how about the Super Badger’s! You and I could rule ACW Chris, you know as well as I do that it's beneath us! Sure it has it’s own island, but we’ve wrestled on bigger stages than any of these saps. Let’s unite and start with Double Penetration, take ACW down by winning each and every title. What do you say brother.[/I]
The crowd jeers at Badger as Chris waits nary a moment before delivering his answer.
Chris: Fuck Naw
Badger looks on from the ring as Chris stares him down, his eyes turning from the calm blue to that of the raging sea.
Chris: I may not always see eye to eye with the individuals in the stands, I may not always respect the company I work for Badger, but at the end of the day ACW gives me something I was looking for and I’m not going to abandon it, like you abandoned yourself when you changed your name. You’re a different man Garland, you were once well loved. The Badger was respected, feared and was a man that I was proud to call a friend. I would have had no problem working with you but now man, I don’t even know you. I can’t trust you and if I can’t trust you we stand no chance in any tag team match.[/I]
Garland: Get a hold of yourself Chris, you’re the Harlem Superman for almighty’s sake. You aren’t some random bum they hired off the street, you were a man who dominated in his first year in the business. You shouldn’t be wrestling against any Joe Smuck, not against generic competition like Josh Robertson but against the best... and ACW isn’t giving that to you.
You gotta take it from them, just like I'm doing every night I have to show in this shit hole. I’m going to the top on no power but my own... I don’t want to have to go through you again, but I will Chris! Team with me, let’s make it to the top, let’s take control of the ACW and show everyone what they've never seen before... True excellence, true skill... And a total lack of care and remorse![/I]
Chris looks down at Badger from atop the entrance ramp and shakes his head, removing his sunglasses to get an even better look.
Chris: Are you going to face me or not at Bloody Valentine? You want to stick it to ACW, beat their biggest free agent signing in years. Show them that I’m not the next big thing in ACW but you are. Think Badger, if I’m all that you say I am then a win over me has to be something special. I wish I could say the same about you, but in my opinion, your nothing anymore.[/I]
Garland: Nothing, I’m nothing!? Do you know who you’re talking to!? Have you seen the dumpster full of title belts I’ve won. I’ve beaten anyone and everyone who has ever been thrown in front of me! I showed no remorse in defeating those who opposed me, who blocked my path to the top! If you want to follow all of them than just say the word and I'll grant you a culmination of unrelenting pain![/I]
Chris: I will not fall Garland, I will defeat you, mark my words at the end of Bloody Valentine I’m going to be the one with my arm raised, and you’re going to be on your back…again[/I]
Garland: Is that really all this is about? You want a match at Bloody Valentine Chris, you want to give me the opportunity to further sully your name, you want to do something besides sit in the back since your signing?? Well...
I accept, you're on! Bloody Valentine, Brent Garland, Chris Phenomenal. The match that was once before will be again... This next time though, you won't get off as easy as another loss on your record! [/I]
Chris Phenomenal stands at the top of the ramp smiling as Meltdown cuts to commercial.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 19, 2009 16:57:51 GMT -5
Segment: Trouble in the Airplane (Credit: Lee) So Lee Homicide finally made it onto the plane after knocking over more than a few old ladies and cutting more than a few shady deals with some airport security guards. With a cocky grin, he hands his ticket to the attendant before boarding the plane. Finding his seat in first class, he gets comfortable for the long ride ahead. Slowly, his mind begins to wander towards the week’s events as his ACW in-ring debut is imminent. It’s only a matter of time before the dragon descends into the realm of mortals, and rest assured, it will be sure to rock some worlds. Lee had missed these charter flights across the globe. While he was still out of a job, he spent most of his time in Brooklyn’s Chinatown, slurping up ramen noodles and hustling geezers in Mahjong. This is what he had been preparing for. This is why he spent all those hours in the gym. The ACW arena had been missing a sort of aura that only he can provide. But luckily for the fans in ACW Island, they will be the first to witness the Dragon’s Landing.
As he pulls headphones over his ears, he relaxes and begins to try to catch some shuteye on this long flight. After a couple of minutes, he can feel eyes burning a hole in the side of his face. After opening his eyes and peering to his left, he finds a young boy, of about 12 years old, sitting patiently and looking at him with hopeful eyes. Lee isn’t quite sure what to do as he looks around, trying to see if the boy has a parent around. It’s kind of looking at a dog for Lee. Every time he moves his head, the kid mimics his exact move. Finally the silence is broken.Lee: Um…you wanna take a picture? It’ll last longer, kid. No response from the boy. He just stares at Lee, who is now feeling a little awkward. After all, he has a child looking at him, not saying a word, with no parents in sight. Oh, shit, where’s Chris Hansen?!Lee: So you’re doing the whole mysterious thing. I can dig that. But why don’t you find your parents and bug them? I’m kind of trying to get some sleep over here. Still the boy just looks at Lee. What was this the kid from F.E.A.R. or something?Lee: All right, so since you’re obviously not catching the hint. What’s your name? After a couple of seconds silence the boy finally says something.Kid: ITZ MAX...Lee: Oh, so you’re a fan of-- Max: YUH BITCH!For a brief moment, Lee just sits there, an expression that can only be summarized as “0_o” plastered across his face.Lee: Seriously, never do that again. It’s one thing to steal my catchphrase, its quite another to actually interrupt me while I’m speaking. Max: Sorry, it’s just that I’m such a big fan of yours, Mr. Homicide. I’m actually going all the way to ACW to see you. Lee: Wait, what? You’re, like, what? Five? How are you just going to go to ACW Island? Ain’t you gonna miss arts and crafts or sumthin? Max: Real funny. I’m 12, and I DO WUTEVA I WANT, just like you. Besides, my parents are back in coach. Lee calculates the merits of this kid for a sec. He’s got some balls, but then again, with an idol like Lee Homicide, you would expect that.Lee: I can respect that, kid. Just keep following my lead, and you’ll go far in this world. Hehe. So you’re going out to ACW Island to see Meltdown, huh? Well, you know that you’re in for quite a show. You know that they didn’t even have to put “ACW Meltdown” on the marquee on the arena. It just says Lee Homicide and the place sold out in like 5 minutes. Yep, that’s the kind of star that I am. Max: I know. J00 r SO gunna kick every1’s ass cuz you’re like great tbh, k? Lee: Are you one of those kids who spends all his time online? I mean who really speaks like that? Tbh? K? If you’re gonna to be a fan of Lee Homicide, you need to realize something: spending your life online IS NOT COOL! That’s what fans of Brent Garland do all day. Hell, that’s the only place where he has fans. If you’re going to be my No. 1 fan, you need to get out there and find some real friends. And another thing: nobody likes a suck up. Everyone on the planet knows that when it comes to me and the rest of the dregs in ACW, there simply is no comparison. The rest of ACW--hell, the rest of the wrestling world--are nothing but jesters in the court of their king, ME! LEE HOMICIDE! Itz LEE, yuh BITCH! Make sure you get yourself a good seat out there in the arena. You’re gonna wanna see all the action. I’m gonna be like Mewtwo in the first Pokemon movie on the rest of dem punks. The kid is smiling wildly. I guess being so close to greatness is proving to be too much for the young fan.Max: I can’t believe I’m like right here talking to you. I never thought I would meet you, but, like, here you are sitting a foot away from me. Lee: Yeah, now that you mention it, you mind giving me some space, foo? You know, personal bubble and all. You’re too close, kid! You’ve got germs and all types of other nasty things floating around your pre-pubescent body. You’re not the first person to almost faint from meeting me. Meetings like this are why I’m gonna be the face of ACW. Gingerdude knows it. Zero knows it. Hell, the entire damn company’s gonna learn it sooner or later. I’ve got a purpose, and that purpose is to be the best to ever do this. Sure, the fans are entertained by my antics, but that all comes secondary to the gold that belongs around this well-sculpted waist. Max: Yea! You would so pwn as champion! Can’t wait ‘til you get a title shot! Lee: Max, were you not just listening to me a second ago? You are not online right now talking to your little e-fed friends. You have a true star in your presence! Get it together, Max, or I won’t be giving you no autograph. But you are right in one respect. It’s only a matter of time before I get my shot at the gold, and when that time comes, I most certainly will be leaving with 20 pounds of gold that dubs me as “Da MAYUN.” Just like you know, the rest of the planet knows that there simply is no competition for me on ACW. It’s the reason I am the flagship of the show, the ambassador, if you will. This Thursday, you and the entire universe will find out that ACW has entered the new millennium finally. Long gone are the days of BK “Chocolate Rain” London and Andrew “Walking Shampoo Commercial” Hunter being the top dogs of ACW. Now, in the new age, Lee Homicide reigns supreme. Now, Max, would you like to do me a huge favor? Max: Sure, anything. Lee: Go fetch me a Schweppes. I’m feeling a little parched. Max: Uh...sure. Lee points for the kid to hit the bricks, as Max backs away, never taking his eye off of his idol. Lee, meanwhile, rolls his eyes. Finally, he had gotten rid of the little bastard. He knew he had fans, but he was uncomfortable when they tried to get too close to him or even touch him. Being the savior of ACW is a tough job, but someone has to do it, and frankly there is no one else as qualified as Lee. ACW better get ready to...
STAAAAAAAAAAAAAND UUUUUUUUUUUUP!
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 19, 2009 16:58:00 GMT -5
Segment - Focused! Credit - encryptic Alright... One!... Two!... Three!...
The scene is set in the locker room of Brent Garland, the self proclaimed biggest acquisition in ACW's history. Garland is shown on the forefront of view, squatting in sets one after the other as he inhales and exhales violently and fluidly. After a few reps, he stops in place, changing his position from one of intent to one of wonder.
Brent Garland
[/u] - Will Slaughter... Finally a chance to really put everyone in focus! All I've taken up till now is backstage abuse and my old friend Chris Phenomenal... Now comes the time, now comes the time I get to actually take out one of ACW's own... His body will be delivered unto me with the flesh and blood of his dear company... His face set on keeping his own personal namesake as he heads out to take down the "new guy." ...His mind will be set on the goal of putting me down while maybe even renewing his own self... My mindset however is to break every part of his personal spirit! [/color] Garland laughs out loud while shifting his view to the ceiling above him. He takes part in his self assurance for a short while before moving his head back towards a steady position, a big smile on his face as he turns and heads towards a rusted old mirror in the corner.
Garland takes a deep glance and watches his own reaction staring back towards him. The smile on his face wears away as his eyes gleam with the feeling from before, intent on getting his job done. Brent Garland [/u] - They left me... I'm just giving them all what they gave me before... Every single fan out there, every one of the children who used to chant my name... Where were they when the GWF fell to the ground... Where were they when I was left without a weekly paycheck, left to fend for myself on the streets of New Orleans... They were nowhere!... The damn sheep flocked away looking for another shepherd to lead them. I will never again make the same mistakes as I did back when I gave a shit about those little bastards! Every dream, every memory, every time they used to chant my name... It's all worthless! [/color] Badger nods at his reflection as if reassuring himself of his own words. He continues to glare with a deep stare before speaking once more, words he knows no one will hear, but words that he, himself needs. Brent Garland [/u] - There are a good number of us now... We can start a rebellion if given the right motivation... Chris Phenomenal, Dave Shadow... Hell, even Dan and Josh might be of use... If pushed the right way, anyone can shift their guidelines... It happened to me anyway... The push of everyone leaving me to myself... Everyone just ignoring my existence after what was done... It's all bullshit! Every piece of this life is bullshit! ...Now I'm left to work for a company I despise, for people I don't want to work for or work around, and for fans I don't care to please... Why did I come here anyway? [/color] Garland seems lost, his cold look continuing as he looks completely zoned out. Time seems to move slowly as he remains in place... Only to snap out of it with an aggressive look turning back to his face. [/i] Brent Garland - Who the fuck cares right!?
Why did I come here!? To show off how much better I am! What do I want to do?! I want to take down every challenger while showcasing my ability! I want to carry my own championship and use it to further my position and my goals! Even though the championships here are useless to me, they still have power in the eyes of the people... Power I can spit upon as I help bring disgrace to it's legacy by...
Heh... There I go again, just randomly breaking into speeches even if no one listens... Well... They'll all listen soon enough!
Will Slaughter is just the first... He's just the first roster member, it's not like Chris is really part of this damn company after all! Chris is hardcore, he keeps himself in his own mind. He wouldn't melt into another culture like ACW, he knows that we are the outsiders here! Chris Phenomenal is worthy of respect, if anyone were to have my back in this idiotic design... *sigh* This next opponent however... Is just another victim, the first target I can use to my own needs... He'll come out of the back ready for war, and will fall to his knees begging me to let him surrender... Will Slaughter, prepare to create a legacy as you go down in history tonight... It just won't be in the way people hope for it to be!... Badger cracks a wide smile and nods with a vicious look appearing across his face. He raises back up off the ground as he stands in his previous position, squatting in place once more while calling out loud. One!... Two!... Three!... [/center]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 19, 2009 16:58:38 GMT -5
Segment: Is It Worth It? (Credit: Lee, XS3, Zero)
Lee: What d'you mean, go home?!
Lee stood across the desk, staring into the calm eyes of ACW's temporary commissioner, Jay Zero. Lee is now very confused, and slightly annoyed by the calmness shown on Zero's side.
Commissioner Zero: That's right. Get out. I don't give a shit that you were just signed to some contract - fact is, you were fortunate enough to even get a chance here in my company, and what did you do? You spit in my face by showing up late! And to me, that's just as bad as not showing up at all! So whatever, you're done - get out of my office.
Lee can't believe this. He was delayed during his trip to the arena in a situation that was completely out of his hands. He was able to make it to the arena, though he was well past the deadline for all superstars to be at the arena. Jay Zero is taking much exception to his behavior. Zero is apparently very serious about the situation, but his calm look and dead-ended replies only further Lee's aggravation. It's like adding gasoline to fire.
Lee: Listen to me, you may be able to pull that shit on any one of those other suckas 'round here, but it ain't workin' on me. I didn't do anythin' against the rules. I arrived a lil’ bit late, but damnit the shit was outta my hands. It's not my fuckin' fault that the idiot who drives the cab doesn't even know where the damn arena is.
Commissioner Zero: Yeah well you listen to ME! You may be able to pull THAT shit on any other moron such as yourself, but I'm Jay Zero dammit! You DID do something against the rules and THAT was disrespecting your Champion and Commissioner! And by the way, when you're on a fucking island, how does the cab driver NOT know where the only arena around here is? So guess what, this is your problem! I got a shit load of others lining up to take your spot so any false move and I don't give a shit! I can kick you to the curb in an instant and never look back cause I got even more outside of that door lining up to take your place!
Lee takes off his Yankees cap in a moment of frustration as he takes a deep breath, trying to control his anger. He has been doing really well for the last couple of days, and his debut match is imminent. He cannot let his dream end here, in this stupid little office, with this stupid little man, thanks to that stupid taxi driver that can't find this damned stupid arena.
Lee: Listen to me. This whole ACW thing, it means a lot to me, all right? I've been screwed over too many times in my life to let somethin' this big slip through my grasp. I ain't gonna beg, but reconsider your decision, man. Y'all need me to stay. I'm the future, you must have seen it yourself when I signed on that dotted line. You can't kick me out of this thing just ‘cause of somethin' this stupid, right?
For a moment, Lee thought Zero was actually impressed. But Lee's nature was something that he himself couldn't change. He's never one that would beg or apologize, and even during his most humble moments, he would be rather cocky. However, he is very serious about staying, as actually making it work here in ACW could actually change his life forever, for the better.
Commissioner Zero: --You really want to stay here, don't you?
Lee: Hell yeah, son...
Commissioner Zero: You really want to make it in this business don't ya kid? Well let me tell you something - y'know how many people have walked in here callin' themselves the "future?" Hm? Too many. And how many of them actually lived up to the hype? Only one! Only one person has become the future of ACW and you are standing right before him! Jay Zero is the only one to ever strut into this business claiming to be the best that actually succeeded at following through with the task at hand! I've seen tons of guys come and go, but never before has any of them tried to give me lip without suffering some consequences! And because of that - because of your spunk, I kind of like that you got some fight in ya. And since I like that spirit ya got, I'm going to give you one last chance here kid. You want to stay in my ACW? Fine. It's simple. You get down on your damn knees, and you beg! YOU BEG, AND YOU PLEAD! YOU WILL APOLOGIZE FOR DOING ME WRONG AND YOU WILL BEG FOR ME TO LET YOU KEEP THIS JOB IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU!
Lee: What?!
Zero is obviously smart as he puts Lee to the test here with a simple question. Lee is one of those who would not give up his pride for anything, and asking him apologize for something he repeatedly emphasized that wasn't his fault is a true exercise in futility.
Lee: Naw, I ain't gonna apologize. I didn't do nothin' wrong. The fuck am I supposed to be apologizing for?
Commissioner Zero: ....What are you, dense? Huh kid? The hells the matter with you?! For one, you've talked back to the wrong person. You... raised your voice to ME! Do you know who I am? Cause Junior, I don't think ya do! I'm the ACW World Heavyweight Champion g'dammit! I am the COMMISSIONER of this entire business! I can do whatever the hell I want to do and right now, I'm on the verge of calling in my security force and physically throwing you out onto the streets, ya got me? Now whose gonna stop me? Really? I'm the highest Authority here! So what's it going to be, ... you apologize to me and go back to the locker rooms and be a good little boy - or I break your career before you even get it off the ground! The ball's in your court.
Lee curses loudly, very angry now. If Zero isn't going to let him stay, he isn't going to bother begging him.
Lee: Whatever. Fuck this shit. It ain't worth it. If you ain't gonna gimme my spot back, then I ain't gonna stand around here like a fuckin' retard, tryna' get it back by kissin' up to yo' second class, rejected ugly ass. You know what? I'm outta here. It ain't me that's losin' out, bitch.
Commissioner Zero: Oh, but it is. That's right, get the hell out my office. You're fired!
Giving Zero one last stare of anger and hate, Lee turns his back on him as he walks out the office angrily. Lee slams the door shut behind him with a bang, not giving any thoughts about anything right now.
He realized that he just blew his biggest chance to be a somebody, only due to his pride and ego.
Lee now finds himself several corridors away from the office, as he slowly brings his feet to a halt. He turns his head back toward the direction of the office, and for a moment, he strongly reconsiders his actions. He was even going to head back and apologize for his actions. But his pride is just too much of a powerful emotion for him to do something so--in his book, anyway--fragile. Lee shakes his head and continues to walk aggressively. He soldiers on, full steam ahead with his head hung low. Too low, actually, because he eventually collides with grizzled ACW vet, XS3.
XS3: Whoa, easy there.
Lee: ( brusque ) ‘Scuse me, bra.
XS3: Nah, sorry 'bout that. Wait a minute, ain't you the new kid around here?
XS3 quicky drops his friendly tune when he sees the expression on Lee's face. He looks at Lee curiously, until Lee broke the silence.
Lee: Whachu lookin’ at?
XS3: Well I was gonna welcome you to ACW... But it looks like my bad timing once again prevails.
Lee doesn't say anything. He doesn't need XS3 rubbing it in for him. XS3's life seems to be much better than Lee's, and certainly much steadier, with fewer roadblocks along the way. XS3’s the person that’s already made it in ACW while Lee was still busy trying to get away from the street life, and now XS3 is a bona fide superstar while Lee is the guy that just got his dreams crushed due to his own stupidity and ignorance. Lee doesn't say anything, but XS3 seems to have guessed what's going on as a more worried expression comes across his face.
XS3: So, I take it you must've fucked up really bad on your first night on the job.
Lee didn't reply verbally, instead opting for a simple nod.
XS3: Now tell me. What exactly happened out there...
Lee: That Zero cat, man. He’s a freakin' pain in the ass. Seriously, the guy blames me for shit I didn't even do, damnit. I mean c'mon, how’s it my fault that the cab's late for the show? It isn't me who's drivin' for God’s sake...
XS3: I can hear you man. It seems that Zero's after anyone and everything these days. He's put me through hell, he's put Jake and RDK through hell. Shit, he'll fire you if you even look at him wrong. Corrupt bastard. It also didn't help that officials saw me taking a big ol' hit of weed before coming into tonight's show but that's neither here nor there. I guess my point is sometimes you gotta learn to take the shit thrown at you.
Lee: But that's not the point...
Lee stops. XS3's right. That was the point. Lee was so caught up with his own thoughts that he was never prepared to be told that he's wrong. He wasn't going to accept a scold regardless whose fault or misdoings it might owe to. Lee sighs, finally giving in, as he asks for his newfound friend some advice.
Lee: Aight. What am I s'posed to do now?
XS3: To be honest, it pains me to say this... I guess what you ought to do is go back and apologize.
Lee: Apologize? For what? I ain't gonna go back there like a loser and apologize to that goatheaded prick, no way.
XS3: Look, that tiny man might be walking in Ginger's shoes but he's still authority. If you don't apologize then it'll be all over man. That motherfucker will throw you from this arena and you'll be back where you once were: held down by a system from the moment you crawled out of the womb. Hopefully, that won't happen to my son and as a fellow wrestler who's seen his fair share of hard times, I don't want it happening to you.
Lee looks down at the floor as he takes a deep breath, looking deep into his thoughts. Lee knows XS3 is right. Everything he said is exactly what Lee had least wanted to hear. However, Lee just can't bring himself to go back to the office and apologize. It's just not him. But again, a man gotta do what he gotta do, and Lee knows that this is one of the rare situations in which he shouldn't put his pride above all else. Shaking his head, still slightly angered and irritated, Lee speaks in a soft, steady tone.
Lee: Aight, whatever. Guess I could just utter that word to that bonehead, ugh.
XS3 smiles.
XS3: Just say it once and get it out of your system. I trust that you two won't have a huge ego clash that results in the destruction of the ACW arena?
Lee flips XS3 off in a non-offensive manner, as he walks toward the direction he was coming from. Yup...take this down as one of the things Lee never thought he'd do, but at the end of the day, is all of this worth it? Is paying all the effort worth it? Is giving up your own pride and dignity worth this 50/50 shot?
As far as Lee's concerned, it damn sure is.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 19, 2009 16:59:25 GMT -5
Match 2: Fallen Souls vs. Wayde Russler(Credit: XS3)
FSX went to work with Wayde and began throwing kicks and punches his way. Wayde caught a kick and tripped up FSX but when he attempted an elbow drop, FSX dodged swiftly and hit a bionic elbow followed by a hurracanrana. FSX then had the advantage over Wayde for a while, including an impressive Launch Kick. Unfortunately, Wayde came back after countering a Rainbow STO with a Manhattan drop then hit his running double leg tackle with punches. Wayde tried to keep FSX grounded after that with a cross-arm stretch but FSX had other plans and he countered and hit a Soul Digger. FSX came back with a considerable offense, gaining a 2.9 count off of a Silence Scissors Kick. Wayde avoided a Defiance of Death and went for the Southern Justice. FSX dodged the move and brought Wayde up, hitting the Soul Transfer for the win.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 19, 2009 17:00:10 GMT -5
Well, I Wasn’t Expecting That! Credit: Jonny Hughes/Jack Jefferson/??[/center] It’s Thursday and therefore show day for the staff of Alpha Championship Wrestling and the backstage area is a hive of activity with crew members pushing their way through the corridors as they endeavour to make the show run smoothly. It is one of these corridors that we find “Spitfire” Jonny Hughes making his way through the crowds to his locker-room, this is an odd occurrence for Hughes as he usually arrives at the ACW Arena a good few hours before the show begins so he can make all the necessary preparations for his upcoming match, but yesterday he made a grave mistake. Yesterday he loaned Brian Bravado his car and as a result of this his car broke down on the way from his ACW Island home to the ACW Arena and he had to walk the rest of the way and when you consider that Hughes’ apartment is on the opposite side of the island and he had to carry his gear as well it all makes for a rather unpleasant experience and just when he thinks his day couldn’t get any worse his agent Brian Bravado approaches him from behind and gives him a big pat on the back.Bravado: How’s it going champ?Hughes slowly turns around to face Brian who is now regretting his line of questioning as it is painfully obvious that Hughes is not in a very good mood, he carefully withdraws his hand from his clients shoulder and rather nervously removes his sunglasses, revealing the sheer terror in his eyes. Brian is usually afraid of his client but after seeing what he did to the last person who crossed him and taking his current mood into consideration this is a new kind of fear.Hughes: How’s it going champ? How’s it going champ?! I’ll tell you how it’s going Brian. I woke up this morning to find my car, the car I loaned to you, parked...no, abandoned one the front lawn of my house. But I figured that since you brought it back in one piece it was fine...that was until I tried to drive it here and it broke down halfway. What in god’s name did you do to it?Bravado: Well...you see...there were these chicks and they wanted a ride so I gave them one...then there were some more girls who wanted a ride and so I..Hughes: I don’t want to hear it Brian.Hughes pulls a pair of car keys out of his pocket and throws them to Brian.Hughes: You fucked up and I expect you to correct the mistake you’ve made, you can start by carrying my bags the rest of the way.Hughes drops his bags to the floor and continues down the corridor towards his locker room, he is about to unlock the door when he is stopped by Jack Jefferson who is dressed in his ring gear.Jefferson: Alright there mate? Hughes: Evening Jack.Hughes opens the door and steps inside his locker room, the lights are turned off which is unusual. He flicks the lightswitch and motions to Jefferson and Bravado to enter, Bravado immediately heads for the lockers and dumps Hughes’ bags on the wooden bench in front of them, Hughes and Jefferson make their way over to the seating area and each grabs one of the complimentary bottles of spring water that ACW staff leave in the locker rooms of its’ superstars, kinda like a hotel actually.Jefferson: So are you all set for our match later? Hughes: Not quite but I guess I can skip my pre-match workout since I’ve already done some exercise today.Hughes shoots a knowing look over to his agent who nervously begins to unpack Hughes’ belongings from his bag. Jefferson laughs as he sees the fear on Bravado’s face.Jefferson: What’s wrong with him? Hughes: He’s shit scared of me after what I did to Freeman on Monday night. Thinks I’m going to hit him or something. It’s quite amusing actually.Jefferson: Hah, I saw that shit with Freeman on Monday. It was fucking brutal, I hope you’ve got something left in the tank for tonight. Hughes: That was only the tip of the iceberg in terms of what I am capable of my friend and I think tonight will be the night that AC-Hughes stops mid-sentence as he spots some movement behind the couch that Jack Jefferson is stood in front of, the cameraman also spots something and closes in on a dark shadow that is crouched behind the sofa, Hughes slowly moves towards the figure with his water bottle in his hand, he edges onto the sofa before aggressively tossing the water bottle at the figure, the bottle makes a loud thud as it makes contact with the unknown figure who makes a loud cry.??: AARGGH! For fuck's sake! The figure leaps up from behind the couch and is revealed to be none other than Dan White, the man who is currently doing his best to hide from his rival Josh Robertson, both Hughes and Jefferson look at Dan with a ‘WTF?’ expression on their face.Dan: What the hell did you do that for? Hughes: What did I do that for? I think the real question is what the fuck are you doing in my locker room?Dan: Alright, calm down mate. I’m hiding in here from Robertson. Hughes: Why here?Dan: Because it’s the last place he’ll look. Hughes and Jefferson look at each other for a moment before coming to the realisation that Hughes’ locker room is probably the last place anyone would think to look for Dan White.Hughes: Fair enough. You can stay here, just don’t touch anything.The three men both look at each other for a moment before Hughes and Jefferson walk towards the lockers to strategise, leaving Dan alone in the seating area as we fade to black.Fade
?? credit goes to Dan White obviously.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 19, 2009 17:00:44 GMT -5
Title: The Plan Credit: A.C. Evans After losing his match against Fallen Souls, Wayde Russller is obviously livid. Not being able to buy a win as of late, Wayde is red in the face, literally. As he brushes past the curtains, Wayde looks pissed. He spits on the ground and runs his hands through his hair, almost pulling it from the roots. He walks down the corridor and turns the corner. He walks down the corridor but is suddenly stopped by someone speaking. Excuse me..WAYDE RUSSLLER: Hm?The Cowboy From Hell turns around only to see his master, A.C. Evans standing in front of him. Evans doesn't look very pleased with what just happened. Evans is wearing a black trench coat with silver buttons and chains on it. Evans hair is wild, messy, and looks as if it hasn't been taken care of in months. The red streaks fall in his face as he brushes them past his eyes. His eyes are dark and show no emotion whatsoever. He is wearing black jeans with jagged holes on them. Evans is seen sitting in the corner of the corridor, in the shadows. Evans stands up and stands in front of Wayde, looking quite disgruntled. A.C. EVANS: If you don't mind me asking, just what in the hell went on out there?[/color] WAYDE RUSSLLER: Master, I-I-I don't know. I tr--A.C. EVANS: I don't want to hear it, Wayde...Week in and week out, you have failed me..YOU HAVE FAILED ME. [/color] WAYDE RUSSLLER:Please..A.C. EVANS: You FAILED during our tag team match and got pinned, costing us the match and the tag team titles. You FAILED against Robertson, a match which you should have easily won. You FAILED five minutes ago and lost your match against Xavier, a man you should be able to beat with your eyes closed. Wayde, you have done NOTHING to make me believe you are worthy of being in The Faith. Do you serve any purpose whatsoever?[/color] WAYDE RUSSLLER:Ple-..A.C. EVANS: DO NOT interrupt me right now, Wayde. I have it in the right mind to simply kick you out of The Faith right now, but I won't. Because I see something in you, Wayde. I see a fire burning. A fire which can incinerate the entire ACW. It's up to you, however, to release that fire. Wayde, your actions as of late have not gone unnoticed. I am watching you, more closely than ever...[/color] Evans begins moving closer to Wayde. A.C. EVANS: If you slip up once more, you are done Wayde. Wayde, you have a choice to make. You shape up and begin to..win..matches and you can continue saving lives. Lose more matches, and your career is over. Wayde, you made me look like a damned fool..[/color] Wayde lowers his head in shame. A.C. EVANS: I...I told Xavier that you would destroy him and look at what happened! You made me look like a fool, with my foot in my mouth. Wayde, you know your punishment..[/color] Wayde nods his head. A.C. EVANS: Jeremiah is waiting for you with the crown. Proceed.[/color] WAYDE RUSSLLER:Yes, master..Wayde takes in a deep breath and continues to walk down the hallway. His head races with thoughts. Perhaps he could have beaten FSX tonight. Perhaps he could have made Evans look credible. However, he didn't. What's done is done. Evans now looks like a complete fool. Evans signals for the camera to stay with him. A.C. EVANS: No. No. Stay with me here.[/color] Evans glares at Wayde as Wayde walks into a locker room. Evans sits back down in the shadows. The camera shows Evans peering off, obviously angry with what has happened as of late. Evans clear his throat. Evans lowers his head and raises his hands to his hair. He looks up and his expression has changed. He looks very angered and looks as if he is pulling out his hair. A.C. EVANS: Xavier...you have PUSHED me to this. I KILLED your parents right in front of you. They are dead all because of you. You didn't want to put aside your disgusting ego to save them. You didn't want to swallow your pride and bow to me...to save your parents lives. NO! You're just to selfish for that, aren't you? AREN'T YOU, XAVIER!?[/color] Evans grins a sadistic grin as he removes his hands from his hair. His fists slowly clench up before his eyes. A.C. EVANS: Xavier, look at these hands. LOOK AT THEM! They are...clean. The blood of the innocent never fell on these hands. Those who burned to their death inside the church - their blood is on your hands. Police chief, Mike Notsofresh, his blood is on your hands. Your parents, their blood is on your hands. You see, I may killed them all...but you drove me to this! YOU PUSHED ME TO THIS, XAVIER!....and now...you sit there and act like you don't care.[/color] Evans raises his head and looks directly into the camera. A.C. EVANS: When it all comes down to it, you do care. Because I know that deep down somewhere inside that disgusting little soul of yours, is a hole. A hole which could only be filled with your parents love. And now that they have been....taken care of...that hole will continue to grow. IT WILL CONTINUE TO GROW, XAVIER. YOUR SOUL WILL DIE...all because of your selfishness. You can try to fill it with whatever you want. Your victories, your titles, your glory..none of it will fill the hole in your dirty soul! [/color] Evans chuckles a bit. A.C. EVANS: And now, I'm finally...FINALLY..going to get under your skin. You see, I have been watching you. I know everything you love. I know everything you lust for. And I'm going to make sure that I rip your soul. Xavier, you made the biggest mistake of your life when you called me out. Just wait...[/color] Evans stands up and grins. b] A.C. EVANS:[/b] I know exactly what will hurt you. Xavier, pray for death. Because when you see what I will do, you will wish death upon yourself...[/color] Evans laughs and simply walks off into the distance. What could Evans have planned? Who can stop this mad man?
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