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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 19, 2009 17:01:30 GMT -5
Segment: BRUDAH BRUDAH BRUDAH Credit: Dave Shadow and Macho Man RDK[/center][/b][/color] As we cut backstage, we find the camera pointing at one of the many backdoors to the arena leading out to the superstars’ car park. The door opens, as Dave Shadow comes walking in, his bag over one of his shoulders, and his Entertainment Championship over another. Far from being his usual, chirpy self, Tyler looks down and slightly angry. He walks with a purpose. As he does so, a random ACW backstage staff member comes walking by him. Shadow puts a hand out and stops him. Dave: Hey. Do me a favour? Run and find Cole or Charlotte or any of the interview crew and tell them that I need to see them in the dressing rooms whenever they can get to me, ok?The man nods and heads off down the corridor at a fast pace. Dave: Jefferson and Spade need to hear something before our match tonight. Realising he’s now talking to himself, Dave shakes his head and continues down the hallway. As he passes by a junction to another hall, he finds someone standing there, leaning coolly against the wall. Dave keeps walking for a few moments, before realising he’s passed by someone important. He takes a few steps back and as the camera comes to a stop, the crowd start cheering loudly. The shiny belt. The impressive physique and build. The sheer coolness radiating off the man. It can only be the International Champion himself, Macho Man RDK!
Dave stands looking in to space, a huge smile on his face. He repositions his own championship belt on his shoulder and turns to look RDK in the eyes. Dave: RDK.Macho: Dave.Dave: To what do I owe the pleasure?Macho: The Macho Man saw what happened last week in your first title defense, and he saw what you did and said after the match as well. And he is now here to tell you that even though that match did not end well for you, you shouldn’t be discouraged. Being a champion is tough work. Takes a lot of heart and determination. Something which I think you’ve got a lot of brudah.Dave: Yeah, well. Thanks for the encouragement but that doesn’t really help the fact I was humiliated last week, now does it?Dave goes to keep on walking, but as he does, RDK pushes himself away from the wall and walks after him a step or two. Macho Woah, brudah! I don’t think you’re getting me. So let me make this real simple for you Shadow. You’re a champion now, and that means people are going to be after that title belt of yours. It’s not easy being a champion, but I believe in you. Machomania believes in you. The millions….RDK lets it hang, as out in the arena, the entire crowd chant along right on cue…....….and millions….
RDK smiles, but looks at Dave. There is a few more moments of silence as RDK looks at Dave, as if waiting. Dave relents. Dave: ….and millions….RDK laughs and continues on. Macho: …and millions of my Machomaniacs believe in you Dave Shadow. But you’ve got to believe in yourself Dave. You’ve got to know that you can take that title and defend it against anyone. You can beat Jefferson and Spade. You will show them who the true Entertainment Champion is.RDK pats his title and smiles. The motivational speech seems to have worked, as Dave nods and smiles. Dave: Ok, thanks man. It really means a lot coming from you.Suddenly, he grows slightly fidgety and nervous... Dave: And you! You can beat that Train guy no problem. I believe in you as well. From one champion to another, you can beat him.Macho: Oh, I know, Brudah....RDK smiles and starts to walk past Dave, both men psyched up and ready to do battle. As RDK walks past Dave though, Dave says something, stopping RDK in his tracks. Dave: Brudah?Macho: Yeah?Dave: That title looks nice….The two men turn their heads to look back at each other. Dave has a cheeky grin, as does RDK who lets out a small laugh. Macho: Yeah, it does, doesn’t it?He turns his head again and continues walking down the hallway. Dave watches him leave, holding his own title proudly but still keeping a watchful eye on the ACW legend. “Sex, Lies and Videotape” Credit: FSX, Thunderkiss [His sweat is ice cold. His heart palpitates out of control. FSX has a hunger, a hunger that needs to be satisfied before he spirals out of control once more. A proud man, he wants nothing more to be left alone while in this state; he cannot afford anyone to see him like this. Stumbling to his locker room, his paranoia commands him to continually peer over his shoulder so that he may stray from the penetrating stairs of his peers. His objective is swiftly met as he slams his locker room door behind him and a sigh of relief slips from his lips. However, the game is far from over, in fact, it has just begun. Now standing in front of him is the most penetrating stares of all.] [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: SINGLE PENETRATION ... NO LONGER! [/glow] FSX: Woah woah woah...when did you get back? Last I checked you were dead. Pulling a Crypt Keeper? [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Well X, it was Danny Mainer, possessed by the demon Jashin, who kidnapped me at the end of Warfare. He then proceeded to drive me to the edge of the island where he slit my throat and left me to die. While I lay dying on the sand, Yuki Satoshi found me and was able to call for an ambulance. Luckily for me, I received medical attention at the nick of time and remained alive though my soul was out of my body and walking in purgatory. There, I met up with my mother and a bunch of dead wrestling legends who proceeded to kick my ass because they were just jealous. When it appeared that I was going to be there for good, I was whisked back to my comatose body and awakened by Xio’Zel, an angel from heaven. She blessed me with the touch the archangels, hence the return to my most powerful form, and commanded me to eradicate Jashin once and for all. That’s the cliff note version, care for the long one? [/glow] FSX: Yet people think I'm the one that's crazy. No, I at least do stuff in the realm of the living..I don't go and hang with angels and dead people in purgatory! [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: I think the word you are looking for is “awesome.”[/glow]FSX: Well, actually it was bigger, but that will work too. [Thunderkiss examines FSX’s face. There is something amiss about it. Dark circles haunt the area beneath his eyes and complement his ghostly, pale complexion. While his transformation has nothing on TK’s, it is an change that has occurred in an equally short amount of time nonetheless. ] [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: You don’t look so good. What’s been going on? [/glow] [He hesitates. This only makes matters worse as TK begins to sense there is much more to this situation than he initially suspected. X picks up on his gaff and quickly shovels dirt over the truth by downplaying the moment.] FSX: That's nothing you need to concern yourself with, buddy. Just know everything will clearly be great now that your back, and everyone is happy, and no one was scarred for life! Yup, no one! [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Well, actually - no. But I appreciate that you did! It means a lot, really it does. Speaking of ones who worry, where is my toy of joy? It has been so very long and I know she misses her Thundersmootchums.[/glow] [If he struggled lying his way out of the last exchange, this one will surely drive him to an all out panic attack. Beads of sweat begin to pucker on his forehead and he stumbles against a nearby wall to support his weak knees. Telling TK the truth would be extremely dangerous for his health. He has no other choice than to be deceitful again, only this time [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: X, what’s wrong? Seriously?[/glow] FSX: Nothing at all. Start believing me, and stop judging my obvious misdeeds damn it! As far as your toy of joy goes, I'm sure she's just down at the shop getting some repairs done. Needs to be bouncy for you, right? Ahahaha...yeah. That's all it is, nothing more then that. [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Well, damn. I hope she’s alright? That’s not like her to run off to God knows where without telling anyone. I need to go look for her, but wait. Dammit.[/glow] [The hairs on the back of TK’s neck stand up. His blood intertwined with angelic DNA heightens his senses and alerts him of the nearby presence of someone origination within the boundaries of hell. In other words, his “Mr. Five Hundred Percent senses” are tingling.] FSX: Hmn..? What's wrong with you all the sudden? [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: My “pager” just went off. I have somewhere else I need to be and it cannot wait. X, pal, you gotta do me a favor. You gotta - [/glow][FSX is two steps ahead of him and cuts him off mid sentence to ease his mind, or rather his own. Whatever it takes to get Thunderkiss out of here; he’ll do it. Any longer in his presence and FSX’s guilty conscious will set his heart asunder.] FSX: Despite the fact you lack a pager, consider it done. I'll take care of everything. Just leave before guilt gets admitted. [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Thanks my friend. Look, I’m sorry we didn’t have long to catch up. As soon as I’m done putting my boot up some demonic ass, I’ll be back and we’ll go out for a few drinks. [/glow] FSX: Sure, of course. We definitely will...for now, get the hell out of here before I start asking questions about who's inside of you. [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: You know, it’s good to know that I can get brainwashed, left for dead and nearly stuck in purgatory, but no matter what, I can always count on you. [/glow] [Thunderkiss says no more and makes haste back into the action filled world of Alpha Championship Wrestling. The second the coast is clear, FSX breaks down, unable to tolerate it anymore. He falls upon his knees and cradles his head in his arms, wishing nothing more than for all of this to go way and leave his truly “fallen” soul alone. He knew what he had to do...] [FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 19, 2009 17:02:35 GMT -5
A Most Unwelcome Interruption Credit: Jonny Hughes[/center] We’re taken from our last scene straight to the ring area where the fans are settling into their seats ready for another action packed night of ACW Action and after the already awesome events that have taken place this evening it is safe to assume that the fans will be leaving the show with broad, probably toothless, grins on their unwashed faces. Yes, that’s right. My italicised narrator man is a snobbish heel now. Anyways, the fans are sure for a pleasant evening at tonight’s show...or are they?AAAAAaaaaAAAAAaaaaAAAAAaaaaahhhhhhhhhThe murmuring of the assembled crowd is suddenly interrupted by the soothingly melodic female vocal that begins Spitfire by The Prodigy. The audience begin to boo/cheer as the synthesised beats of Spitfire play over the AlphaTron, the lights of the AlphaTron flash in alternating colours in time with the music creating an impressive visual. Suddenly the music picks up in a heavy drum and base beat and Jonny Hughes, in his street gear I might add, makes his way out of the curtain to a mixed response from the fans. He walks out towards the edge of the ramp and strikes a pose in perfect timing with a burst of white pyro and the opening lyrics of the song.‘If I was in World War Two They’d Call Me Spitfire!’Hughes confidently makes his way down towards the ring, casually slapping the hands of some of the fans who are positioned on either side of the walkway. He stops as he reaches the end of the walkway and fixes his eyes on the ring in front of him, he makes his way to the steel steps and jogs up them and quickly enters the ring he stands in the center of the ring and looks at the camera for a brief moment before flashing a cocky grin and walking over to Philip and holding his hand out expectantly for a microphone which the ring announcer quickly hands to him.Hughes: Good evening ladies and gentlemen...Thank for you for the, rather lukewarm response you gave me there. That was nice of you and it really warms my heart that you’ve come to accept me as one of your own. It really does.Wait, what? Can a leopard really change its spots? Hughes pauses for a moment and soaks in the unusual adulation of the fans, he flashes a polite smile as he looks to each side of the arena and thanks the fans for a moment, he manages to keep up this charade for a good twenty seconds or so before he cracks.Hughes: Oh please. As if I care what you people think of me.The fans shower Hughes with the boos that we’re all more familiar in associating with “Spitfire” Jonny Hughes whose polite smile has quickly turned to a hateful scowl as he angrily eyeballs some of the fans in the front row. He patiently waits for the fans to settle down before he continues.Hughes: Well, now that we’ve all decided to be good boys and girls and shut our mouths for a few moments I’ll get down to business. You see, I didn’t just come out here to play this little game of ours ladies and gentlemen, no, I came out here with a purpose. I came out here to address each and every one of you people and, more importantly, I came out here to address the people in the back, the people who really matter in this business. I came out here to address my colleagues, if you can call them that, here in ACW...
On Monday night you all bore witness to a horrific act...you all bore witness to the destruction of Jason Freeman...and in case any of you have forgotten what that looked like, or if, like me, you’d take pleasure in watching it..just..one..more..time. Here’s what transpired.Hughes turns his attentions, and everybody else’s, towards the video screen of the AlphaTron as the men in the back roll the footage of Monday’s attack.
Hughes smiles as the footage stops playing, almost as if he is feeling the same feelings he did when he committed those horrible actions. He raises the microphone back to his lips.
Hughes: What you just saw ladies and gentlemen was a beautiful thing...What you just saw was the rebirth of “Spitfire” Jonny Hughes. You see, when I cracked Freeman in the back with the steel chair it not only served as a method of inflicting pain, it served as a way for me to wash away the demons that have been plaguing me in recent weeks. It allowed me to become the “Spitfire” that we all know I am capable of being, it allowed me to become the man I was born to be.
And let me tell you ladies and gentlemen, it feels good to be back in business. It feels good to be me again. So I decided that I would come out here and tell everyone in ACW...that play is OVER! I came out here to tell all of the incompetent boobs backstage that there’s a reason for them to look over their shoulders again, that there’s a reason to be fearful. If you can all cast your minds back a few months you will recall that I declared war on the people that make up this promotion’s roster, you will recall that I vowed to rise to a position that I felt was befitting of a man with my talents, you will recall that I declared that this would be achieved by any means necessary.
Hughes pauses for a moment to compose himself, or perhaps even catch his breath after his epic rant.
Hughes: I’m sure I won’t have to remind you of what happened in the months that followed my declaration, I’m sure of this because the bloodstain Jake Steele’s head made when I drove it into the concrete has yet to be removed. Now, I realise that a lot of time has passed since I made my declaration and that in ACW, things have changed. In this time we’ve seen new champions aplenty, shock returns and the birth of the Laureano twins...My congratulations go out to the new parents by the way...
But whilst ACW has changed, my manifesto...and my desire remains the same. I still intend on rising to the top of this company and if in doing so I have to break people who stand in my way then so be it. What you saw on Monday was the beginning of a new chapter in my march to the top of ACW and simply put, it was only the tip of the iceberg. If you saw that and thought that it was all I am capable then you are quite mistaken. Jonny Hughes is capable of far worse things than what you witnessed on Monday, Jonny Hughes is capable of things that are so...horrific...that you wouldn’t believe me if I told you...Now as for Jason Freeman, that chapter is finished...Done...Over. Even a man with the limited mental capabilities of Jason Freeman is smart enough to know that continuing to stand in my way would only lead to bad things. And so with Jason Freeman out of the way I am free to move on...to take another rung on the ACW ladder so to speak...with Jason Freeman out of the way I am free to move onto the next challenge and the next target...the next person who is standing in the way of my destiny...with Freeman gone I am free to declare my next target, I am free to make a challenge to you..-
?: Well that’s all well and good, Hughes, but there’s just one problem.
And as this voice speaks, the AlphaTron blinks to life. It shows what appears to be the interior of some building, most likely a house. It certainly is not any area of the ACW arena. In that house is a chair, and in that chair…is Jason Freeman! Apparently, he’s not quite as destroyed as Hughes thought he was, but certainly he doesn’t look to be in good shape by any means. He has a neck brace around his…well…neck, and his face is certainly bruised from some of the stiff shots he took. His eyes however, are untouched, and they give off a glare that speaks a thousand words
Freeman: You certainly did NOT finish me.
Some of the crowd, not really knowing how to react, but knowing they aren’t liking this Jonny Hughes so much right now, even begin to cheer for Freeman…but hearing this, Freeman’s eyes narrow.
Freeman: Oh, please. Don’t feel the need to support me because I’m against him. It doesn’t change that everything HE said about you fans was absolutely true, and it’d be wise of you to be quiet…this is a discussion between me and Jonny Hughes and I did NOT ask for your opinions.
And then the fans, not really having anybody to cheer for in this conflict, watch silently.
Freeman: Now, Hughes, I figured you’d come out here to run your mouth and brag about what happened on Monday, and so I arranged for some cameramen to come to my house so I could address my situation myself. I’ve heard the rumors, I’ve heard the speculation, but the fact of the matter is that if you thought I was finished…if you thought you had taken me out…then you have severely underestimated me. Yes, I’ll admit you did a number on me, and I’m in quite a bit of pain right now. As far as my condition goes, however, I think by the end of this week, I’ll be up on my feet, and out of this brace. I think that I might just be in good enough condition to attend Warfare. Do you understand what I’m getting at? You see, Jonny Hughes, for all you’re saying about me, and how I should be worried about messing with you? I’m sorry to tell you, but I’m not intimidated by you. I didn’t expect to be attacked from behind by that chair of yours, and I certainly didn’t expect the assault I was given, but now that you’ve done that, I don’t want you thinking that I’m about to sit down and let that be the end of it.
Freeman continues his glare, but Hughes seems to regard Freeman more with curiosity than with any emotion close to fear. It seems that Hughes can't believe that Freeman is actually stupid enough to be continuing this when in his opinion the smart move would have been to back down and let it be over.
Freeman: No, Jonny Hughes, that is not CLOSE to the end of it. I WILL be there on Monday, and when I see you…which I will, because I will be looking for you, I am going to make what you did to me look like a joke. I am going to make sure that you’re lucky to step foot in an ACW arena ever again. You’ll be lucky to SURVIVE what I’m going to do to you on Monday. I am not a man to take something like this sitting down, as you should know, and I think it’s you who should be worried. As for your war on ACW, I could care less about who’s next according to your ridiculous manifesto. I think you need to worry about me first, and if you truly want to finish me, you’re going to have to try a little harder.
Hughes: Freeman, I think maybe I slammed your head into that chair a little bit too hard, because I don’t think you realize what you’re saying right now, or what you’re getting yourself into...If you do, then maybe I’ve underestimated your utter stupidity...It seems that you got off lucky on Monday, but all that means is that I’ll have to do a little more, that I’ll have to hit you a little harder next time. I figured I had sent a clear enough message to you, but it seems that you’re just too stubborn to stop, and so I’ll have to make sure you are physically incapable of moving.
Freeman: I’d like to see you try. You know what Hughes, for now, why don't you go back to talking about your little quest to the top, and your manifesto, and all of that fun stuff. It's unfortunate however, that you'll never get the chance to put your wonderful plans into action. If there are any fans in this audience who find the idea of extreme violence unsettling, then I suggest they skip Monday's show, because what we are going to witness is not going to be the destruction of Jason Freeman, but the destruction of Jonny Hughes.
Hughes: I can't believe it...you honestly have no idea what you're dealing with.
Freeman: No, actually...YOU have no idea what you're dealing with. But you know what I just realized from listening to you speak? You and me aren't too different from each other. We've got a lot of the same values, and some of the things you said reminded me of myself. Hm...it's a shame that it seems that I'm going to have to get rid of you. Ah well, see you on Monday then.
And the AlphaTron goes blank...leaving Hughes in the ring, looking curiously at the screen, before shaking his head. Quite obviously, he isn't feeling very threatened.
Hughes: Well, it seems that there is no use in saying any more about what I'm capable of. A picture is worth a thousand words, and on Monday the picture you will see will be a motionless Jason Freeman lying face down in a pool of his own blood...so destroyed and battered that he will be lucky if he ever recovers...If he actually thinks he's going to come here and get "revenge", he better have a good plan...And for his sake, I hope he manages to catch me by surprise. Maybe then he'll be lucky enough to get a shot in...
And with that Jonny Hughes tosses the microphone to the floor and we fade to black.
Fade
Credit goes to Freeman also.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 19, 2009 17:12:35 GMT -5
Segment: Love is War (Credit: FSX)
With everything settled so nicely, one may think there would be a peaceful conclusion to the evening for one Fallen Souls. Unfortunately, even if he has escaped his addiction for the moment, and was free of the pain that plagued him so freely just a few days ago, there was a new pain to fill that void. This was the cheesiest, and some might even one that is better left done privately. But with all the public interest that has amounted from the resurgence of Fallen through the past few weeks of drug abuse, and the curious nature of fans of seeing Andrea appear once more upon ACW television, always a true vision for the eyes, they seemed to have no problem putting up with what may as well be a dramatic montage. Running in what seemed to be slow motion through the backstage area as he was actively in search, Fallen had made his decision. Despite anything that happens, and despite how she may now feel about him after everything that has transpired, he wanted to see her. To be with her. To hold her close. Lovey dovey stuff, beware.
FSX: She has to be around here somewhere...
A frown coming to his face as his search doesn't appear to be going very well thus far, He would continue to search for the woman that seemed to appear at the least opportune of times, but never when he actively searched for her. Having some trouble, he did the logical thing and decided to ask the nearest living soul if they had seen her. Rushing over to a stagehand, he seemed out of breathe as he tried his best to explain his current situation to them.
FSX: Excuse me, have you happened to have seen a rather attractive girl somewhere around here? Kinda petite, but really well filled out? You know, like the kinda girl that you would just swear is a lesbian..because she's just so attractive? The kinda girl that looks like she never could have had sex with a man, or else her body just wouldn't be so damn heavenly? See anyone like that?
Stagehand: Can't say I have, but I do have an erection now.
As he caught his breathe he appeared at a loss for words a moment, gazing to him bewildered as he was quite quick to take a step back away from the man, he moved a hand to rub at the back of his head. He wasn't really surprised by this, but it still was rather awkward at best.
FSX: Er...Okay. That's nice. Thanks anyway, I guess.
Stagehand: You want me to help you look, by chance? What am I allowed to do to her if I find her first? Can I put stuff inside of her?
Shaking his head slowly as he gawked in awe of the man, not expecting to find such a wild sexual deviant so quickly as he searched for the woman that had done so much for him. It was simply a weird situation made weirder by the fact this man shared so many mannerisms with Thunderkiss. Something had to be done of this, but what?
FSX: ...Well, it's been awhile since I did something like this. Now is as good a time as any.
Stretching out for a moment as nostalgia set in, Fallen would rush forward and not waste a moment before nailing a knee to the man's stomach. If he was going to be a pervert, Fallen may as well prove that he was still the man that he once was long ago. He could still beat up idiots for laughs. Racing a knee again and again to his stomach, he eventually moved to smash an elbow down upon the stagehands head, dropping him to the floor as he let out a sigh of relief. FSX: Alright, note to self -- Don't ask anyone if they've seen a beautiful girl, just try and find her yourself. Or else a lot of people will simply be overcome with Thunderkiss Disorder.
Smirking a moment as he realized that he still hadn't achieved his goal of finding her, making no progress just yet as he would soon return to his search. Looking in every facet of the arena he could find by rushing in search of them, Fallen seemed more and more distraught as time wore on, and she didn't come to view. Was she even there this evening? Why would he even think she was..?
FSX: Damn it, why is it so hard to find her?! I kept running into her by chance the past few days, but now I can't even catch a glimpse of her well I actually search around for her?! This is ridiculous.
Slowly coming to a stop in the middle of a rather wide and open room, Fallen would slowly move a hand to rub gently as his temples. This was just madness, and he couldn't really understand what was going on. Why couldn't he find her? That was really all she wanted...unless of course he did overestimate her time in the arena.
FSX: Unless...she was always just waiting for me when we ran into one another, and it wasn't coincidence at all. If she planned on getting in my path all this time. If she wanted me to see her, and change my mind about everything. You know, become the man I used to be...
Slowly pushing himself back to the wall and leaning there as he thought about this, it became more and more obvious that he wasn't about to find her tonight. It appeared to be all over, and there was nothing at all that he could do about it. He'd made mistakes before, but they had never hurt as much as this one did.
FSX: I really screwed up, didn't I? Going bat shit insane, hurting someone that didn't deserve to be hurt, and in turn betraying my buddy in the process. Really losing myself to this business and to the worst intentions I could possibly imagine, and all because I had to keep on fighting. Because some little dumbass had to get in my face and egg me on. Telling me I couldn't walk away well challengers still existed! Fucking bastard! This is all his fault!
Gripping his fists as he appeared quite angry at Evans for a moment, putting all the blame on his head for what had transpired, and for the notable spiral of his life...but that wasn't it. No, it wasn't Evans fault. Even if he was a horrible person, and had done worse things then Fallen ever could muster, he wasn't the one at fault for Fallen's current woes. He knew it now more then ever, and could only lower his head in shame at the fact.
FSX: ...No it's not. I made the decisions that led me here, and I'm the one that hurt those people. I'm the one that had to lose myself just to end up here...But how do I fix things now? Am I out of time?
Shaking his head once as he suddenly turned to drive a fist to the wall, he appeared to grow more and more frustrated with the sappy emotion rushing through him. He couldn't stop it, and he didn't know why. Did this all truly mean so much to him?!
FSX: Why didn't I just pay more attention? I was too busy ignoring anyone and everyone that tried to help me, and I became a monster. A despicable human being that was truly not deserving of respect, or of life for that matter...What do I do now? Finish up what I started this month, then stop doing what I love so I can live alone for what? Three or four months? It's only a matter of time before I'll need a job to subsidize my income too...selling used cars? Fuck, why didn't I whore myself out like everyone else?
Slowly sinking down as dropping to his knees as he kept his head low in shame, he closed his eyes tightly. He at the least had to play out the options in his head. Was that all there was left to him? Fighting one more match, and retiring a loser? No..he didn't want that..but this was such a painful business.
FSX: I guess I could keep on going...risk my health, risk my sanity...It could pay off. All I need to do is win the World Title again. That's always a big money ticket...
Andy: You have to do what you love...
Looking up now as he tried quite hard to hide the shame that filled his eyes, he gazed up to see that she had come to him after all.He was overwhelmed with happiness, but for some reason he just couldn't show it. Maybe it was the look of sadness upon her face. Was she so upset with him, or maybe just his current situation? He would simply stare up to her, pain notable in his eyes...but this time of emotion. How pitiful...no wonder she looked to him with such sadness.
FSX: When did you...wait, does this mean you've forgiven me?!
Andy: Not even close, Xavier. I don't know if I'll ever be able too, but I understand I was going about this wrong...I was trying to control you, and you were never one to abide by any rules but your own. For that, I'm sorry.
He would slowly raise back to his feet as he took a realization of the situation upon himself, reaching out toward her as she immediately turned away from him, a small smile upon his face. She couldn't hate him if she showed up, right? No...she still had to care, even if just a little. There was still hope.
FSX: And I'm sorry that I raped that girl and crushed you mercilessly due to medication.
Andy: You never do really change, do you..? Well...you still have a lot to take care of. I'll leave you to it.
Letting out a soft gasp as she started to walk away from him, leaving just like that. No...he couldn't let her. He didn't know under what pretense they would next meet, and in what state he might be. He had to let her know all of the things that he kept inside up until now, and he had to let her know well he still felt them so strongly.
FSX: ...Wait, you can't just walk away now. I spent all this time looking for you! I have some things that need to be said.
Andy: If you plan on being cheesy, don't...Just...when your done with this match you just have to have, and you've decided on what your going to do with the rest of your life, come and see me.
Smiling to him as he gave a single nod, he seemed to draw hope from these words. She was showing him that he still had hope, even if she didn't mean too. He would take everything that left her lips for what it meant, and it filled him with a warmth that he hadn't felt in months.
FSX: So..your going to wait for me, then?
Andy: ...Maybe. Crazier things have happened, right? Well...of course they have. You've done most of them. Until then, Xavier.
Watching her as she walked away, he would slowly lean himself back to the wall he had been against a moment ago. Even if it was far too love struck for his usual fare, it was clear that he was filled with such a happiness. She was giving him hope, she was showing him affection. She still cared about him, and he was ecstatic to know it.
FSX: ...At least she's calling me by my name again. It's a start...Things are finally looking up!
Smiling from ear to ear as he pushed off the wall, there would be a notable bounce in his step as he walked through the hallways once more. He had a life again, and it was the one that he always wanted to have. Despite everything, it all appeared as if it could turn out for the better. That he could be happy once more. But regardless of this, Karma is known to rear it's ugly head at the least opportune of times...Could this all be too good to be true?
We'll see soon enough...
Fade out.
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Segment: ..Train Says! Credit: Jay Zero and Thunder Train
Opening up backstage, we find Thunder Train in his ring gear, throwing fists as if he's imagining that RDK is right in front of him. Clearly he's prepping for his match. Just to the side of him is the Commissioner who stands there, helping Train get ready.
Commissioner Zero: Alright man, this is the moment! This is YOUR moment!
Train: Yeah!
Commissioner Zero: It's time to shut that Mother-Canucker up once and for all!
Train: Yeah!!!!
Commissioner Zero: C'mon! Eye on the prize Train! Soon enough, you're going to be holding ACW Championship gold, just like this one!
Zero holds out his ACW World Title, smirking as he takes a look at its beauty.
Train: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH
Commissioner Zero: I want you to show no mercy out there, you got it?! If he's in pain - you make it a hundred times worse on time! If he bleeds, you cut him open even more! I want that man beaten-n'-battered by the end of that match! I'm sick of him showin' up and tryin' to make a fool outta you and me! IT ENDS TONIGHT TRAIN!
Train: YEAH! UMH! I'M READY! I'M READY! I'M READY! LET'S KICK SOME FINE CANADIAN ASS!...We...Canadian Ass since nothing from Canada is fine...
Commissioner Zero: YEAH! Let's go Train! -- Say, where's Freeman?! I'd love to see the look on his face when you win the International Title! Ohhhoo!
Train: I bet he'd be all like "Aw look at me, I'm a little annoying bitch! Why do I do nothing for months at a time? Why can't I be as awesome as the THUNDAAH TRAIN?!" But anyways, I don't think he's here - he was just on the Alphatron bitchin' bout how he's in pain.
Commissioner Zero: What?
Train: Yeah, - but that kid doesn't even know what pain is! I always go easy on him! If we ever faced each other when I was REALLY angry! Boy...he would be hurt.
Commissioner Zero: ....This is complete bullshit. Who the hell does Jason Freeman think he is?! No showing my event! That's it, I don't give a shit - no more excuses! The kid wants to stay home? Then fine, I can arrange that he's always home! He's fired!
Train: Really?! Yay!
Commissioner Zero: Nobody shows me any damn respect around here Train! Look at these idiots! They just sit around all day, mocking us! Well y'know what - I--
Suddenly, the Commissioner is interrupted
Gary: Hey!
Zero turns around and raises an eyebrow to find Gary of all people approaching him.
Train: Go away little boy! I'm done signing autographs! YEAH!
Commissioner Zero: What do you want?
Gary: Well I'm back to being a backstage interviewer now, so I thought, why not start off my career again with the ACW Champion!
There's silence. Trains stomach gurgles a little, but other than that, silence. Zero just looks at Gary, as if he's trying to ponder something.
Gary: So Mr. Zero--!
Train: Commissioner Zero!
Gary looks at Train, slightly frightened.
Gary: Right - Commissioner Zero! What's exactly the deal with this main event that you've just booked. XS3 vs. Jake Steele?!
The crowd watching via the Alphatron cheers loudly at the announcement of the two, but Zero doesn't respond just yet - he's still thinking of something...
Commissioner Zero: ....
Train: Can't you see he doesn't want to talk about that right now?!
Gary: Err, right. Sorry. Well -- then, what about what happened earlier on today! You fired both Josh Robertson, the man that defeated Jake Cheng in his last ACW match, and Lee Homicide, the new guy that just signed to ACW! I mean, don't ya think that's kind of a bit much? And just right now - I thought I heard you say Jason Freeman's fired! None of that--
Commissioner Zero: ....Didn't I fire you?
Gary looks up at the Commissioner, slightly taken back.
Gary: --Wha...
And it hits Zero.
Commissioner Zero: That's right - ...
Gary: What's right?
Commissioner Zero: When I fired -- heh.. Hahaha. Gary, your contract is a joint ACW-Fallout brand contract, correct?
He hesitates... but then nods his head.
Commissioner Zero: Gary, when I canceled Fallout, I released each and every person that had one of those types of contracts.
Gary: ...Wha-- What are you trying to say?
Commissioner Zero: What I'm saying is--
Train: Hold on Jay Z! I got this one! YOU'RE FIIRED, PIPSQUEAK! MMM FLAMEBROILED! OM NOM NOM! WITH A SIDE SALAD SMOTHERED IN BUTTER!!
Gary looks up at Zero and drops his microphone out of pure shock.
Gary: No! You can't do this!
Commissioner Zero: Have a nice day Gary! Oh, and by the way, do say hello to Biff for me in the unemployment lines! Hahaha! SECURITY! Please escort this man from my arena at once! He's trespassing...
And just like that, Jay Zero's personal security force is right on the job, two large men swarming Gary from both sides, both grabbing an arm and pulling. As Gary yells and tries to put up a fight, it's no use as the large men carry him away.
Commissioner Zero: Let's go Train - You have a title to win.
Zero shakes his head and then pulls his ACW Title up close to him before swinging it up onto his left shoulder. Now ready to go, he pats Thunder Train on the back and the two take off down the hallway. What the hell has gotten into Jay Zero? He's gone mad with power! Surely somebody has got to put a stop to this,...but who? Anyways, right now something else is on the agenda and that's Thunder Trains match against RDK. Will the man whose most Macho of them all retain his International Title, or will the Big Bruiser take the title home to the tracks?
The scene begins to fade out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 19, 2009 17:14:04 GMT -5
Match 3: The Macho Man RDK vs. Thunder Train - ACW International Title (Credit: Train)
Thunder Train makes his way down to the ring with a very pumped up look on his face. He knows this is his big shot for the belt and is going to do whatever he can to make sure he walks out of Meltdown with the belt. He enters the ring and just stares at the crowd, not posing or anything, just staring. The International Champion, Macho Man, RDK, walks out next to a huge ovation from the crowd. He walks down, holding his title over his shoulder. He enters the ring and raises his belt up, much to the delight of the crowd.
*Bell Rings*
RDK has his back turned and Train uses this opportunity to take advantage. He clubs RDK from behind, sending him front first into the corner. He then begins to shoulder the kidney area of RDK. The ref attempts backs Train up and Train agrees. He takes a few steps back as RDK turns around. He then charges RDK again and kicks him in the face. This is a first for RDK as he hasn't been manhandled like this this early ever (or in a while, depending on if you love the 3MR). RDK falls forward and Train drags him over for a cover, only getting a two count.
Train stands up and drags RDK to the corner again then charges him. He knees RDK in the face then holds it there, somewhat choking him. The ref once again calls for a clean break but Train holds it there. The ref forces Train to back up and in the process, turns his back to RDK. RDK now attempts to stand up, grabbing whatever he can. He grabs the middle rope, then the top turnbuckle pad, but in the process, rips it off. RDK doesn't seems to notice as it falls, exposing the steel. He turns around and faces Train again, who tries to punch him, but RDK blocks and gives a punch of his own. A series of punches flow as RDK gets the advantage, and the crowd behind him. He Irish Whips Train across the ring then back elbows him, sending the big man down.
With a second wind, RDK gets ready as Train stands up and turns back to him. RDK kicks Train in the stomach then attempts a suplex on the close to 400 pounder. However, he can't lift Train up and Train counters with a suplex of his own. Both men go down and the second wind has been knocked out of RDK. Train stands up and signals that it's over. He lifts up the International Champion and sets him up for the OM NOM BOMB. RDK sees the peril that hes in though, and wiggles his way out. He gets behind Train then pushes him into the exposed turnbuckle. Train head goes bouncing off then RDK rolls him up.
ONE...TWO...THREE!
*Bell Rings*
Phillip: Here is your winner, and STILL ACW International Champion, the Macho Man, Randy Dallas Kanyon!
The crowd cheers as the champ retains his belt, however his means where a bit strange for RDK. Not only did he use the exposed turnbuckle, but he even grabbed the tights of Train a bit, maybe for a second or two, but that's all you need. Nevertheless, RDK rolls out of the ring and grabs his belt, he raises it up high as he holds the back of his head. Train now has the ref by the collar and is screaming with a look of shock on his face at how that could have been 3. Train pushes him away then pounds the mat. He knows he was screwed out of the belt here tonight. RDK looks back at him with a smirk on his face as we fade out.
Fade to commercial.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 19, 2009 17:14:18 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Great Things Come In Threes Dan White Now, this is interesting.
We fade into Dan's apartment, for the first time in a couple of months. It's Wednesday, before the show. The last time we were here, Dan had come to terms with not only realising that at the age of 13 he conceived a child who was only recently dumped on his doorstep, but that he also made a baby with a girl who gave him chlamydia back in June, Jo. And the reason why over the past couple of months, I haven't reported on this? Well, to be blunt, there's been nothing to report.
Until now. Dun dun dunnnn.
The segment opens up in Dan's penthouse apartment, on ACW Island. The apartment is meticulously designed by the finest interior designers on the island. I would name some but I'm not gay, I can't roll interior designers off my tongue like the names of relatives. The design is a dark purple and snow white, the dark shading complementing the bright whiteness. And everything is part of the modern art movement. Dan after all, keeps up with the trends. The kitchen/lounge are basically one, with a stripper's pole suspiciously separating the two.
We see Dan, slouch into the kitchen with his hair all over the place, the dreadlocks all tattered. He has bags under his eyes and a slur in his words. Basically, and this will come as very little surprise, but he's hungover. Wearing some grey tracksuit bottoms that he uses to sleep in, he just about gets to the fridge, swinging it open and it makes a loud bang, causing Dan to shudder as the echoes bellow through his head. He grabs a carton of milk, shutting the fridge door, and going to sit down at the table, slumping onto the white plastic chair.
He rubs his face with his hand, resulting in some rather unflattering images for the camera, but Dan hardly appears to care. He sits back, taking a large swig of the milk....
...and within three seconds, he's over on the floor, gagging profusely as the milk shoots out of his mouth.Dan: For FUCK's sake! How long has this fucking milk been here?! He looks at the label, and it says it all: “Expiry Date 6th February”. Dan gags again, but this time no vomit is spewed, not that it really matters much. He's hungover, and now his kitchen is covered in vomit. He throws the milk at the bin, but to his despair it bounces off the ridge and falls to the floor, splattering open and unleashing a deadly stench into the kitchen.Dan: Argh-FUCKING HELL!!! Dan clutches his nose as he rushes towards the bathroom, and before you know it, the sound of sick is ever clearer. This one is a more smooth flow, as though a tap was running. Well Dan is able to turn his tap off, and he turns to the camera, blurry eyed and not really ready to say anything witty or responsive. Instead, he grabs some Oust odour blaster and begins to spray as he leaves the bathroom, guarding his nose with his hand. He manages to make it all the way to the lounge area, and seems to have sprayed enough to make the room bearable to stand in for a couple of moments, even if it's only killing him from aerosol poisoning.
There's a sound of a door opening, and Jo, a rock chick with a very pregnant belly, walks through, wearing a light blue dressing gown.Jo: Hey Da-Eww, what's that smell?! Dan takes a look down to the left, looking a Jo without a glimmer of a joke on his voice.Dan: Milk went sour. Jo: That milk went off ages ago though, Dan! There's new milk in the fridge! Bottom shelf! Dan: ¬_¬ Jo looks at Dan, raising her eyebrows and giggling.Jo: Haha, rough night then Dan? Dan: Don't ask. He goes to sit down, relaxing as he sits down on his LAZ-EE-BOY seat, and sighing with pleasure, as Jo grab a mop and a peg for her nose.Jo: Well you know, it's your own damn fault. But I'll be sympathetic, since I know you're drinking for the two of u- SPLASH!! Jo: ... Dan looks over at Jo, and his eyes widen at the new mess on the floor.Jo: Dan.....Dan?! Dan: ....Yeah? Jo: My water's just broke. Babies are often a blessing. The twins have appeared to pull Latino and Alicia Kitsune closer together, whilst XS3 can finally be at peace with all his demons now that he has a little offspring of his own. But for Dan, this inner peace cannot quite be found. His eyes are completely fixated on the mess on the floor as Jo stares at him, impatiently waiting for an answer.Jo: Well?! Dan: ...Erm, I'll call an ambulance. He grabs his phone off its charger, and dials 9-9-9. Placing it up to his ear, he mutters one final thing, before the receiver answers.Dan: For fuck's sake... Fade Out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 19, 2009 17:14:30 GMT -5
Segment: It's on (Credit: XS3/Rena)
The crowd is seen chilling out, maxin', relaxin', all cool in the ACW arena when "Contractor" hits. Then the fans begin to cheer as XS3, dressed in jeans, sneakers and a Lamb of God shirt, makes his way down to the ring with a small smile on his face. He rolls right into the ring and gets a mic.
XS3: On Monday, despite being beaten by Danny Mainer and Jay Zero, I still proved that I was the better of the former New Road Steelers. I will admit this, Train has a lot of fight in him and put up more of a challenge than I gave him credit for. For that, he once again has my respect. It's just too bad his career won't go anywhere because of Jay Zero. Speaking of, I heard a rumor that that son of a bitch is putting me in a match against my friend, Jake Steele! Well, it doesn't matter actually. Because win, lose or draw, we're still gonna be friends and we're still gonna take down Zero.
The crowd cheers at this.
XS3: Anyway, onto other matters: On Sunday, my wife Christine and I welcomed our son Corey Scott Irvine into the world. With help from Steele and RDK, we can now be classified as genuine parents. No disrespect intended to my foster daughters though, may they rest in peace. But you see, on the way to the hospital, someone in their state of drunken stupidity almost made Christine give birth inside a cab. That person is someone who I'm calling out... Ladies and gentlemen, Rena Matheson.
Some of the fans look on in surprise as Rena's theme hits. After a good ten seconds, Rena is pushed out behind the curtain onto the stage and she goofily grins at the fans. Rena looks down and adjusts her shirt before staggering down the ramp with a bottle of Jack Daniel's in hand. XS3 sighs and facepalms as Rena approaches ringside. XS3 goes over to the ropes and helps her in.
XS3: Rena, I don't know if you're able to understand this... You put my wife in danger on Sunday with your careless antics and miraculously managed to escape arrest for a DUI. You can say it's not your fault but your irresponsibility has earned my ire. Therefore, I'm challenging you to a match at Bloody Valentine. You get me?
XS3 hands the mic to Rena, who takes a quick swig out of her bottle before looking on at XS3.
Rena: liiiisten heere. I...I did not putt that cooww in danger. I meaaan, she marrrieed you! How worsse of a liffe caan she have? where the ffuuck am I? I wiiil face you a valentineee wthat is blooody, youu little pissant foooooligan....
The crowd is mixed; some of them boo because of her actions and others laugh because of her current state.
Rena: And furthermore-- Oh... Oh god...
XS3 cocks his head to one side as Rena suddenly drops her bottle. Rena then looks over at XS3 and opens her mouth, suddenly vomiting on XS3's shirt! XS3 recoils in disgust as Rena collapses forward, with XS3 catching her in the nick of time.
XS3: Dammit! I just bought this...
While XS3 wants to lash out at Rena for her inebriation, a part of him knows that it's probably not her fault... or something. XS3 removes his shirt and puts it in his back pocket before helping Rena over to the ropes. XS3 quickly exits the ring before grabbing Rena in his arms and beginning to carry her up the ramp.
Rena: Ungh... Get your damn hands off of me... I can walk just fine...
XS3: No. No you can't.
Rena: Fuck you.
Rena then passes out as XS3 carries her to the back to rest. When the two meet at Bloody Valentine, will Rena manage to sober up? Wait and see.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 19, 2009 17:14:51 GMT -5
Segment: Segment: Alternate History Credit: Dave Shadow
As we cut backstage again, we find the cameraman has located himself in one of the many dressing rooms. In the center of it, Dave Shadow sits on a chair, lacing his boots up. He looks calm and collected, with a slightly smile on his face. The Entertainment Championship hangs on a locker door behind him. A knock on the door announces the arrival of another person. As he beckons them in, he looks at the opening door; Charlotte King makes her way in to the room, microphone in hand. Dave’s grin turns in to a big, warm smile for King as he stands up.
King: Someone told me you were looking for someone to do an interview?
Dave: Yeah, come on in.
King closes the door behind her as she walks in to the room. They stand together, as the camera zooms in for the interview.
King: Well, I guess the most obvious question would be...how do you feel about what happened on Warfare now that you’ve had a few days to think about the events?
Dave: King. I’m still pissed. I’m still annoyed. And I’ll tell you why. On Monday, I did an interview where I stated that my first championship defence would be a moment which would be written into history as the beginning of something great and epic. Because there is moments, King, which you know when they are occurring that will go down in history forever. But last week, Jefferson interrupted history. The week before, Spade interrupted...history. Imagine what would have happened if other moments in history had been interrupted by those two?
What if, as Neil Armstrong clambered out of his space ship on the moon and made his way down the ladder, Jefferson had come bounding across the surface in a space suit of his own and attacked him? “This is one small step for man! One giant leap for....uh, what the hell?” Jack picks him up and leaps up and back for the Fallaway Moonsault! Sure, the hang time up in space would be impressive! But history? RUINED!
Or, what about the Declaration of Independence! Of course, written primarily by Thomas Jefferson. But what if Jack Jefferson had decided he was jealous and attacked him midway through writing it, wanting to steal that piece of history away for himself? How different would America have been then, huh?
And I’m not forgetting about Spade here either! Hell, we only have to look back a few months for an example of history occurring before our very eyes. Barrack Obama becoming the president of the United States. Would Spade have interfered in that event? Barrack Obama being sworn in to office but before he can finish, Spade runs on stage and throws him down on the ground, attempting to claim the position of power for himself? How much fun would that cause, huh? The Canadians stealing power from the Americans, all at the expense of history.
But then, I guess history is over rated, isn’t it? Why should anyone care about history, when all they want is some personal glory and a side order of revenge. Cause that’s what it all boils down to in the end, isn’t it? Spade wants revenge. Jefferson wants glory. And both apparently want a crack at my title? Fair enough. I’m game. And since Zero has now officially signed the documents, there will be a Triple Threat match at Bloody Valentine’s for the Entertainment Championship.
You guys didn’t stop history from being made guys. You simply delayed the inevitable. Come the pay per view, Dave Shadow will retain the championship belt, and it will be a night that no one ever forgets.
Dave and King stand for a few moments in silence, as Dave tries to put on his best “menacing” face, staring down the camera lens in a hope of psyching out Jefferson or Spade if they are watching. After a few moments, King speaks....
King: Nice monologue.
Dave: I try.
King: Was I really needed here?
Dave: Guess not. Sorry. Sometimes when the camera is put in front of me, I tend to go off into little rants like that.
King: Awesome.
King turns and walks towards the door. Dave looks after her with a little smile on his face before turning back round. Realising the camera is still rolling, he looks at it again and puts back on his scary face, as we.....
[FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 19, 2009 17:15:09 GMT -5
Title: The Execution Credit: A.C. Evans
Nine people. Nine people have lost their lives in the battle that A.C. Evans has waged on not only ACW, but on humanity in general. The six people in the church burned to their demise. Evans knew they were sinners hiding behind a shield of religion. They were useless. A police chief who wished to send Evans to jail was murdered, or so it seems, by A.C. Evans. Evans knew that his man wanted to send Evans away. This man simply didn't understand Evans' work. He had no idea why Evans did what he did, and for him to want to send Evans away was disgusting. And then..there was Fallen Souls' parents...
They died. Yes. They are dead now. But it wasn't Evans' fault. No. Not one bit. You see, it was all Fallen Souls fault. That's right. Evans may have physically killed them, but it was Xavier who drove Evans to the point of doing that. Regardless, Xavier has pushed Evans behind his limits. And now..he pays.[/color]
Fade up to the scene of one of the most beautiful women in ACW, JOYTOY walking around backstage. She is wearing a black leather top which shows the majority of her abdomen. Her belly button ring dangles from her stomach as she flips her hair. We see that she is wearing a tight leather skirt which shows off the majority of her legs. One false move and everything would pop out. As she walks down the hallway with a grin on her face, it seems as if she is looking for someone.
As she walks, someone appears behind her. She doesn't notice however. Evans grins a disgusting grin on his face. JOYTOY turns around and sees Evans standing behind her with a sick, twisted look on his face.
JOYTOY: WHAT THE HELL?
A.C. EVANS Come with me..[/color]
Evans grabs JOYTOY's arm and attempts to pull her in his direction.
JOYTOY: NO! Get the hell away from me, you fucking creep!
Evans grins as JOYTOY swats his arm away.
A.C. EVANS I'm afraid you don't have a say in this manner....[/color]
And quickly, Evans grabs JOYTOY by the back of the head. She begins screaming loudly, attempting to call for help. Evans, however, cups her mouth with his hand, muffling her cries for help. Evans grabs her head and literally bashes it into the wall. Blood begins to slowly trickle down her almost perfect face as Evans grins. He wipes some of the blood on his chest and his face as JOYTOY's screams slowly subside. She slowly seems to fade away as she becomes unconscious. She falls to the ground as Evans lets go of the back of her head.
A.C. EVANS Hm...[/color]
Evans grins and picks up JOYTOY. He throws her over his shoulder as she slowly grunts and begs for mercy. Evans walks off quickly into the shadows as the scene fades to black...
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 19, 2009 17:16:25 GMT -5
Three Guys Walk into a Bar... Jack Jefferson/Dave Shadow/Jonny Spade Sorry to disappoint, this isn’t some hilarious anecdote where the barman says “Is this a joke?” or the fourth guy ducks. No we’re in an actual bar and there isn’t a barman either. Nope, it’s a barwoman who, conveniently, fits the stereotype of blonde bimbo with huge boobs – win! The bar itself is pretty uninteresting, there doesn’t seem to be many people in drinking and the barmaid looks pretty bored. There is a murmur of interest as the door opens and none other than ACW star Dave Shadow walks through the door. He looks at his surroundings and seems pleased, a quiet place where he can have a drink and relax. As he approaches the bar he seems even more pleased and gives the barmaid a cheeky wink before ordering a drink. Shadow: I’ll have a Coke please.The barmaid quickly gets Shadow his drink and places it down in front of him. He hands some money over and takes a refreshing gulp from the glass, a smile on his face. That smile doesn’t last long as Jonny Spade happens to walk through the door. There is an instant feeling of tension as Spade approaches but both men look relaxed. Jonny Spade: Ooh, a coke. How manly.Shadow: What do you want Spade?Jonny Spade: Look, how many times do I hae to tell you? I don’t want any trouble. My problem is with Jefferson – not you.Shadow: Fair enough. But since Jefferson seems to have a problem with me, it seems to suggest that we have a problem by proxy. But, hey! This is no place for logic. We need to work out a game plan for Thursday night. That is...if I can trust you? Drink?Jonny Spade: I’ll just have a Molson thanks.Jonny takes a seat and the two then begin a friendly, if somewhat reserved, conversation about their upcoming match on Meltdown and how they’re going to overcome the duo of Jack Jefferson and Jonny Hughes.
In a total coincidence Jack Jefferson walks out of the toilets and takes a seat at the other end of the bar, downing the contents of a seemingly abandoned drink. He smacks his lips with relish, enjoying his beverage, before calling the barmaid over with a suggestive smirk on his face. Jefferson: Same again please darling. Get yourself one too. The barmaid flashes Jefferson a smile which only serves to enhance the one currently plastered on his face. As he waits for the barmaid to get his drink he takes to perusing the current inhabitants in the bar. It doesn’t take him long to spot Shadow sat next to Spade. When he does his head snaps around so he is looking dead ahead of him, his eyes widen, and his posture stiffens visibly. He clearly being in a room with two people he’s well and truly on the wrong side of is a bad idea.
As his drink arrives his head doesn’t move an inch, he keeps staring ahead. Clearly Jefferson has decided not to stick around and see what happens if Shadow and Spade spot him, downing his drink and shaking his head to the barmaid as she asks if he’d like another. Unbeknownst to Jefferson two guys have walked up behind him, excited smiles on their faces. One has what appears to be an autograph book in his hands and the other has a copy of Pro Wrestling Illustrated. The man with the autograph book taps Jefferson on the shoulder to get his attention. Big mistake.
Jefferson, clearly thinking it’s Spade and Shadow behind, spins around and smashes his empty glass over the head of one of the autograph hunters, the other he punches clean in the face. Both men crumble to the floor instantly and when Jefferson looks down the shocked expression on his face says it all. That, however, is nothing compared to the expression he wears as he sees Shadow and Spade rising from their seats and charging at him, clearly alerted by the commotion.
Spade knocks Jefferson straight off his feet and stomps him as he hits the floor. There seems to be a slight miscommunication though as Shadow pushes Spade aside and goes to drag Jefferson up to his feet but Spade continues to stomp, accidentally catching Shadow on the foot in the process. Shadow lets out a yelp of pain as he grabs his foot, before he turns and shoves Spade, clearly unimpressed. Shadow: What the hell???Jonny Spade: I was trying to stomp the son of a bitch, but noooooo you had to go and get in the waaaay!Shadow: Does my foot look like his face?Spade: Maybe you should think before you do something! How the hell are we gonna work as a team on Thursday if you’re gonna get in the way the whole time? Shadow: Me?! You can’t blame this on me--oh to hell with it, let’s just get him and discuss this another time!Both men go to continue the beatdown on Jefferson but in the heat of their argument he has managed to get away. They spin round just in time to see him hastily running out of the door.Jonny Spade: Great! Now look what you’ve done! A chance to get a bit of revenge, ruined!!Shadow: What I've done? Why I oughta....Outside the bar, oblivious to the fact Spade and Shadow are still arguing, Jefferson continues running to make his escape, occasionally looking behind him to check if he’s being followed. Panting, he reaches his car and hurriedly pulls his car keys out of his pocket and gets into the driver’s seat. He locks the door and a look of relief comes onto his face as the engine roars into life the first time of asking. Wasting no time to see how far behind him they are Jefferson floors the accelerator, the tyres squealing as he races away from the scene just as Spade and Shadow stop their arguing and exit the bar.
Fade to Black.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 19, 2009 17:16:44 GMT -5
”Phone Calls from my 28 year old self” Credit: Danny Mainer/Thunderkiss [It’s been a long hard day in camp Thunderkiss for the man himself as he heads to his kitchen for a well-earned break from his earlier encounter with Echo and Electric Head better known to most as Danny Mainer. He slogs himself into a chair, exhausted by having to go through the stress of powering up to break the arrogant idiots that bump into him and any of the asshats that try and swindle and autograph out of him… or even worse the car that just took his parking space when he went to grab a bite to eat. Now Thunderkiss was looking forward to some R&R but just as he was about to doze off for five in an arm chair a buzzing sensation is felt from his right pocket. Is this a Thunder-Vibe from the left-over stocks? No, it’s the seldom used Thunder Hotline mobile phone which catches him off guard as it’s rare these days that people actually call him. Even worse when it comes from a withdrawn number. Who could it be? Well, look in the credits. It’s up there.]Thunderkiss: I don’t know who you are or how you got this number but I’m exhausted and I don’t think last time I checked that it was illegal to catch a few Z’s.? ? ?: ”Don’t be funny with me asshole.”Thunderkiss: Who is this?? ? ?: ”You mean you don’t recognize the voice that had the Heavens not forbid would’ve been the last you’ve ever heard?”[Thunderkiss sighs trying to keep his patience to the best of his abilities.]Thunderkiss: What do you want Danny?Danny Mainer: ”I wanna little catch-up chit chat. Y’know whiskey really does bring out the worst in me, it makes me miss the past. Remember when our parents would kick us out so we’d go call on some girls, get THEM kicked out and hitch a tent in the park and just lie in it and drink and listen to KISS on your boombox, staring at the stars with a girl on our lap?”Thunderkiss: Yeah I remember, it was a time when you could be out in Vegas late at night and not get sold on the black market if you fell asleep.Danny Mainer: ”Or wake up with a hot clown chick standing over you.”[Mainer laughs at what seems to be an awkward memory for Thunderkiss who admires Mainer’s memory even if it is at one of his less proud moments.]Thunderkiss: Shut up Mainer.Danny Mainer: ”Don’t tell me to shut up, it’s just amazing how things have changed since we were kids. Back when we could get away with staying up ‘til 3AM drinking straight vodka and NOT have a hangover the next day. That was the good life, now things between us are as bitter as the hangover I’m expecting tomorrow AM.”Thunderkiss: How much have you had to drink?Danny Mainer: ”How many times has Gene Simmons fluffed out his hair and painted his face? How many correct predictions have the Mayans made? How many teeth went missing at your senior prom party?”Thunderkiss: More then I care to count.Danny Mainer: ”How many times did Gingerdude put someone on the roster who quit the industry within a week? How many times has your tag partner nailed a hedgehog to a fence post and laugh at its misery? How many times have… have… *hic* YOU sold out your friends?!?!”Thunderkiss: MAINER! I get the point. You’re wasted. Get over it.[As if by magic he suddenly seems to straighten up and take a serious tone with the God of Thunder over the phone. Thunderkiss seems a little fatigued by this ordeal and it only gets worse when Danny turns and says…]Danny Mainer: ”No actually I haven’t touched a drop. I’ve got like an eight litre stash of Bells in my motel room waiting for me though just as soon as I get my car back from the dickheads that commandeered my apartment and made a girl have anal with a hamster in MY bed.”[TK face-palms feeling physically ill from what’s being said to him down the phone.]Thunderkiss: Dan, there’s a point you reach in life where the line you’ve crossed of “too much information” is nothing more then a speck in the horizon behind you. I did NOT need to know that.Danny Mainer: ”Can’t be worse then some of the stunts you’ve pulled in the past. To be honest, a hamster cream pie for money is more or less what you did when you took the leap of faith to the Senatorial Stable and left us for dead. Ain’t’ that right Aiden?”Thunderkiss: Is there a point to this or am I just going to be insulted for the next few hours?Danny Mainer: ”Easy baby, of course there’s a point to this and even if there wasn’t it’d only be about 10 minutes before my credit runs out. I just wanted to do some insult to add to the injuries and atrocities I plan to commit. Listen Aiden the bottom line is thus, I want you to come out with me, come to Vegas on Monday and we can tear it up just like when we were boys if you feel me. You gonna’ be there… brother?”[Ordinarily common sense would indicate that this was a very obvious trap but Mainer’s bluntness and straight forward attitude towards it just says to Thunderkiss that all systems should be go because he obviously has something importance to say.]Thunderkiss: I wouldn’t miss it for the world.Danny Mainer: ”Take it easy baby.”[Dialling tone. Thunderkiss stares at the receive for a few seconds before reaching for the remote to watch some good ol’ TV briefly while he has time to himself as we draw to fade. The date is set and these two war machines will meet balls out of the bath in Vegas this Monday. But where will it take them? One can only imagine what horrors could go down should either man be in the wrong mood. See what happens when this party goes down on Monday night.]FADE ================================================================= Shock Horror! A Pre-Match Interview Jack Jefferson/Jonny Hughes
Charlotte King is stood facing the camera as we fade in. She is stood in front of a flat screen TV sporting the ACW logo and in her hand is a microphone. At one glance it’s clear that it’s time for a PLANNED INTERVIEW!! The camera pans left and it is revealed that stood next to Charlotte is Jack Jefferson, sporting his ring gear and his trademark leather jacket. He looks confident as he smirks at the camera, waiting for the first question.
Charlotte: Well tonight you get to step into the ring against your two biggest rivals – Dave Shadow and Jonny Spade – in a tag match. Some would say this is an opportunity you will relish, what would you say?
Jefferson: I’d say they were 100% right! In that ring tonight every person in attendance and every person sat on their sofa watching at home is gonna witness something special. They’re gonna witness a preview of Bloody Valentines – the defeat of both Dave Shadow and Jonny Spade!!
Earlier this week I was sat in a bar having a nice quiet drink, relaxing on my day off as many of us do. Then, out of nowhere, I was attacked by those two thugs who seemed to think they could get something over on me! Needless to say, Charlotte, I outsmarted them and I had the last laugh! It seems Shadow and Spade might be trying to work together but I’m not worried; come Bloody Valentines there’s going to be a title online and that’s definitely going to be more important than their new found love for each other! As for tonight? I’m not worried either because as you said yourself Charlotte, it’s a tag match, and I have one of the very best watching my back!
Jonny Hughes walks into shot, dressed to compete and looking intense. Jefferson smirks as Hughes stands alongside him.
Jefferson: Did you see what this man did to Jason Freeman on Monday Night!? He absolutely fucking destroyed him! It was truly a sight to behold! Not only did he bring him down to size with a steel chair but he showed his dominance with a Roaring Elbow and not one but two...count ‘em...TWO Dream Shatterer’s!! I’ll be surprised if Jason Freeman even knows where the fuck he is right now!
Jefferson smirks once more, looking excited for the upcoming match, whilst Hughes grabs the mic and guides it so that Charlotte is pointing it towards him.
Hughes: My partner is right, Jason Freeman does not know where he is right now. In fact I’d be surprised if he even realises he is Jason Freeman given the beating I gave him on Monday.
Jefferson:If that’s the case then he’s a lucky fucker.
Hughes and Jefferson share a quick laugh at the expense of Jason Freeman, even Charlotte King manages a smirk as they denounce Freeman’s ability and mere existence.
Hughes: Anyways, back to business. The events of Monday night have only served to breathe new life into “Spitfire” Jonny Hughes, after a time spent in the doldrums I finally feel free, I finally feel like I’m capable of doing what I do best. And what is that I do best Miss King?
Charlotte: Wrestle?
Hughes: Well, that’s not what I was getting at but I am very good at doing that. What I was referring to is something so much simpler Miss King, you see what I referring to...is hurting people. Hurting people is what I do best Miss King, and whether it’s by means of mind games or physical violence there is one thing that is guaranteed when you cross “Spitfire” Jonny Hughes and that is...that you will get hurt.
Charlotte: And what about your opponents tonight?
Hughes: Quite frankly Miss King I feel sorry for them. They’re in for the worst night of their careers now that they’re up against a rejuvenated Jonny Hughes. In fact, I have a message for each of them...
Jonny Spade. You and I have our history, everyone knows that, we’ve been enemies and we’ve been team mates. But tonight we’re back on opposing sides and to be honest, in spite of the whole NUE affair...I still don’t like you, and you’ve seen what happens to people I don’t like. I’d tell you to ask Jason Freeman but he’s not here, he’s at home nursing all kinds of injuries.
Dave Tyler...You and I have ne-
Jack Jefferson taps Hughes on the shoulder, interrupting mid-flow much to Hughes’ annoyance.
Hughes: What?
Jefferson: Mate, his name’s not Dave Tyler anymore.
Hughes: What? Shut up. Yes it is... Dave Tyler, we’ve n-
Jefferson: Nah seriously, he’s not Dave Tyler anymore, it’s Dave Shadow now.
Hughes: What? Is that right? Since when?
Hughes looks at Charlotte King who nods, confirming Jefferson’s story.
Charlotte: Well...at Ragnarok he came out and told the fans that his name was not Dave Tyler and that he was in fact the former owner of GWF Dave Shadow.
Hughes: Seriously?
Charlotte: Yeah, there was this whole uproar about it and everything.
Hughes: Hmm. I should really pay more attention to these things...Anyways...
Dave Tyle..Shadow..Dave Shadow, you and I have never had any run-ins in the past but to be honest with you...I don’t like you and I don’t like your face and after this whole name changing business I like you even less. I mean, who joins a company using one name and then changes to another? It’s not the done thing around here...So tonight when Jack and I step into that ring with you and Jonny Spade you boys better be on your A game, or you’ll be on the receiving end of one hell of a beating.
Hughes stares into the camera, confidence and sheer intensity etched on his face, before walking off. Jefferson goes to follow him but stops for a second to talk into the microphone one more time.
Jefferson: Haha! Tonight is not a good night to be called Dave Tyl-Shadow or Jonny Spade!
Fade to Black
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 19, 2009 17:17:10 GMT -5
MATCH 4 Dave Shadow & Jonny Spade VS Jack Jefferson & Jonny Hughes Credit: Danny Mainer MATCH BEGINNING:The match begins with an exploding start with Jefferson cheap-shotting Shadow with a fore-arm to the back of the head while Spade and Shadow discussed who’d be the legal man to begin with showing amazing intuition from Jefferson. Jefferson then dragged him into some “foreplay” with an Irish Whip resulting in a Dropkick to the sternum. Jefferson then bounced off the ropes and drop an elbow to the back. Jefferson then locked in a grounded chin lock while delivering repeated knee strikes to the spine. Jefferson then attempts to hit Shadow with a Release German Suplex but Shadow flipped to his feet and hit a fore-arm to the back of the head. Jefferson reeled around and got nailed with a Dropsault while Hughes riled up the crowd by motioning his arms in support for Jefferson. Dave thought best to tag for Spade but as he ran to the corner for the tag Jefferson grabbed his ankle causing him to land mush-first onto the floor. Jefferson then quickly dragged him back and utilizing team-work with Hughes who made the tag. Jefferson hit a nasty Double Underhook Backbreaker leaving Shadow feeling the cold embrace of the mat a good few feet away for Hughes to literally get a flying start with an Ode to Dynamite. Hughes then started with some mat-wrestling barble. MATCH MIDDLE:Shadow had gotten some offence by hitting a knee to the head to send Hughes stumbling back giving Shadow enough leeway to hit a Springboard Crossbody decimating him in the process after what had been mostly an episode of “The Jonny Hughes Show” in the ring. Shadow started to then go to his classy brawling with a series of European Uppercuts and a precise Spinning Neckbreaker which earned a narrow two-count. When Hughes and Shadow got to their feet they had a drawn out stare off due to their inability to make a call on how to move so he nailed a headbutt which sent both of them reeling. Shadow was clearly more groggy from the blow then when he stumbled straight back into his corner only to have Spade tag himself in as it looked like Hughes was about ready to hit a running corner strike. When Spade came in he came prepared with a rushing fore-arm to the head followed by a very hastily set up by stalled hold Pumphandle Schwein dropping Hughes straight onto the neck with the move that most know as an Emererald Fusion followed by a 2-count and then an S-Drop 2 which also got a 2-count. The final throes of the match were inbound however when the brutal UK heels scored with Jefferson clocking Spade with a sneaky kick to the back allowing Hughes to follow it up with a Roaring Elbow some double-team mudhole stomps to Spade. MATCH END:The two went back and forth brutalizing Spade with a series of single suplexes and then double-team moves involving a Scoop Slam from Hughes to the knee, a German Suplex/Neckbreaker combination and a double slingshot Brainbuster. Spade seemed out of it as Shadow desperately rallied the fans behind him with Jefferson as the legal man. Spade being the biggest man in the match though was at the mercy of Jefferson when he was getting mudhole strikes in Hughes corner straight to the face of the Tag Team veteran. Spade flailed and tried to pick up a resistance but wasn’t given any chance. Jefferson grabbed Spade by the head and dragged him to the closest free corner. It seemed odd but strangely enough he was going to actually TRY to hit his finisher… the aptly named Fallaway Moonsault. It took some heaving to get Spade on the top rope but when he did he seemed utterly defenceless while Shadow looked desperate on the ring apron. Jefferson attempted his prize finisher but the elbow to the face from Spade blocked that. Jefferson was then thrown to the floor and Spade climbed down leaping to Shadow for the hot tag. Jefferson got up and darted to Hughes for a safety tag. Shadow went for a flying clothesline which Hughes instinctively ducked but was soon made painfully clear that it was intended for Jefferson when the two collided causing Jefferson to tumble to the apron. Shadow then leapt onto the corner and jumped back colliding into Hughes with a flying fore-arm. Reeling off the momentum he then delivered a WICKED VISTHA NERATA! for the 3-count. WINNER: Dave Shadow VIA Vishta Nerata to Jonny Hughes
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 19, 2009 17:17:50 GMT -5
”Next Weapon” Credit: Danny Mainer/Chris Phenomenal [/I][/center] The showdown has arrived and for some unfathomable reason Danny is in the building. He doesn’t have a match tonight but he’s here no doubt to torment Charlotte King and to hang around with her uncle Ray, his personal psychiatrist and devil’s advocate. Walking down the corridor dressed in his casual Mexican wear he looks happy with his poncho and his Panama hat but what he doesn’t expect for his new rival to just turn up around the corner. While he may be up to his neck in demon issues with Thunderkiss he just CAN’T evade the man he stopped buying a dog last episode in Chris Phenomenal. The two have seen more of each other in the past month then Mainer has seen Thunderkiss and well that continues to go from strength to strength as they collide in the main backstage area near the concession stands. Chris who is in the act of buying a soda stops dead in his tracks and takes a sip as he stares at Mainer who’s slowly coming towards him.Chris Phenomenal: ”For fucks sakes, are you stalking me man?”Danny Mainer: ”No, I just thought I’d get away from the motel for a couple of hours. Got sick of stepping in dog shit in my New Rocks.”Chris Phenomenal: ”That surprises me Mainer, I figure a piece of shit like you would be used to that, and I still wan’t that damned dog. I also want you to serious fuck off, and move on. I’m fed up of seeing you EVERYWHERE. It’s getting irritating seeing your stupid face and your long hair around every corner like you’re some sorta’ crazed fuck who hit‘s on your girl every night at the club You just want to take him and knock him the fuck out. Hit him so hard he thinks he‘s Manson or some hippy shit.”Danny Mainer: ”Hippy? I DETEST that.”Chris Phenomenal: ”And I DETEST seeing you EVERYWHERE when you shouldn’t even be on the roster. You’re a disgrace to this industry and I’m going to prove it by kicking your ass right here kumquat!”Danny Mainer: ”Bring it on cockfag.”And with that the fight begins, Phenomenal extends a long meaty arm and points dead at Danny advancing on him menacingly and Danny has no intentions of backing down. The two EXPLODE into a wild striking brawl as they exchange fist shots which surprisingly results in Danny managing to go toe to toe with his size superior. The two exchange wicked sharp blows before Phenomenal delivers a sick fore-arm to the end getting a bit of elbow into the snap as well. Danny drops to one knee clutching his face in pain Mainer gasps as Chris grabs a load of his dirty brown hair and throws him straight through the little kiosk sending him flying like a bullet into a series of popcorn machines adding insult to injury as they begin to pool over his body.Danny Mainer: ”Holy SHIT that hurt.”Chris Phenomenal: ”Get used to it you fucking dick.”The popcorn seller gets the hell out of dodge as Chris reaches through and grabs Danny by his hair yanking him straight out of the popcorn stall and throwing him to the floor in front of him. Chris then mounts him and raises both arms in the air in triumph.Chris Phenomenal: ”This is what I did when I was fifteen to this kid DaQuan who just couldn’t get over the fact I was better at him in basketball.”Danny Mainer: ”As much as I hate to do this Chris, I have to ask. Do you know any good movies about tornadoes?”Chris Phenomenal: ”Uhhh… no?”Danny Mainer: ”I do, it’s called TWISTER!”Danny lunges forward and viciously twists both the nipples of Chris through his shirt causing him agonizing amounts of pain. Capitalizing on the distract he then delivers a fore-arm back for the one he was given before which sends the big man tumbling off him. Mainer rolls to his feet and runs away from Chris as he follows suit after recovering from the attacks. Mainer flings himself straight through a t-shirt stand heading from one side to the other grabbing a t-shirt as he sails through landing on the other side in the missionary position. He quickly jumps up and turns to see Chris chasing him and in no uncertain terms he kicks him in the balls as an instinct. Chris groans at yet another low move and Dan forces the shirt over his head which he stole at random. Chris pulls down the t-shirt not really caring so long as he can see, not paying any mind at that point to the fact his balls are in serious agony. Dan smirks at his end-result when Chris is shown wearing a Scott Andrews t-shirt.Danny Mainer: ”Ha, you’re wearing a homo t-shirt.”Chris Phenomenal: ”You fight *wheeze* like a bitch.”Danny Mainer: ”I am a bitch, bitch.”With that, Danny runs up to Chris and delivers another strike to the head to stun him momentarily. He returns his attention to the popcorn stall and notices a table next to it. The chase continues as he sprints back towards the popcorn kiosk with Chris easily ripping the shirt off his chest before following after him. Seeing the juggernaut behind him he jumps through the open window of the popcorn stand and looks for a weapon in defence. When Chris finally shows up reaching through the broken glass window trying to grab Mainer all he receives for his trouble is a blender lobbed at his face. The glass shatters and Chris lands awkwardly on the floor giving Danny ample time to finish the situation off.
Danny clears the table sat by the kiosk covered with random food, drink and a punchbowl by just moving the table a few metres away and then just tipping it on the floor watching it all smash in a glory. Mainer then takes the table back and aligns it near the kiosk before taking the sheet off the top exposing its wooden table glory. Mainer turns to find Chris but is disappointed to see he has disappeared.Danny Mainer: ”What the fu-?”Mainer gets neckbreakered from behind by a very angry giant with a tiny chunk of glass stuck in his forehead from the blender. Mainer is then suddenly yanked off the floor by the throat as Phenomenal lifts him up for a Chokebomb. Phenomenal hesitates and glares into his eyes while standing in front of the table ready to administer the finishing blow by slamming him straight through it but Mainer has other intentions with a wicked poke to the eye. Phenomenal drops Mainer who lands on one knee only to grab Phenomenal’s head and slam it into the table violently. Mainer then rolls Phenomenal onto the table sealing the deal with a quick punch to the groin.Danny Mainer: ”Shit! What do I do now?! OH FUCK! I know!”Mainer turns and looks at the popcorn shop, he takes a run up and jumps to grab the roof ledge which he gets a strong hold of before yanking himself up on the roof of the popcorn store. He looks around and begins to see a crowd forming around the scene of conflict with groups of people coming to watch the finish. Security appears on the side of the room and so the decision is swift. Mainer takes the leap of faith and does a back-flip almost in slow motion it seems as the world comes to a stop while he’s flying through the air. The euphoria of free-flying goes straight to his head as he hits the devastating Shooting Star Press driving Chris through the table with horrific impact. Chris is left completely motionless and battered through the table as Mainer remembers the security.Danny Mainer: ”Tables and heights are a lethal combination…”Danny turns and sprints as the dawning of a new threat in Danny’s arsenal becomes a horrific possibility. What would happen when Mainer started to use his agility and a table? Will he follow through on this idea? Here’s bloody well hoping so because as Chris is left unconscious in the broken remains of said table Danny has some wicked ideas formulating in his head already. Stay tuned sports-fans, this is going to be a hell of a ride.FADE
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 19, 2009 17:18:08 GMT -5
Ultimatum Dan White, Josh Robertson The camera opens up in the ACW arena, and there's an aura of caution, as the camera fixates on the Alphatron, symbolising that something big is prepared to happen. Someone's about to burst through and somewhere, millions of fans are either going to be screaming with joy, or shouting with angst. Anyways, the crowd in the arena and the commentators alike, are hushed as they await the arrival of who's about to burst through the curtain.
ANARCHY!!!!!
There's a massive pop as “Anarchy in the UK” by the Sex Pistols hits, although there's still some caution to the wind as people look on towards the titantron still. But there's an even louder pop as a fresh-faced Dan White walks through the curtains, not afraid to be tormented by Josh Robertson in the way he has been in the past couple of shows. In his black jeans and a loose Wales rugby union shirt, he looks like he's happily ready for a fight, as he climbs up the steel steps and up into the ring. He climbs up onto a turnbuckle, throwing an arm in the air and garnering a loud pop. He jumps down, repeating the same on the opposite turnbuckle, and again there's a loud pop. He jumps down, the music fades, and he picks up a microphone from the floor.
Dan: Well, you'd think with the service I'd put into the company I wouldn't be picking stuff off of the floor now.
Small laughter from the crowd as Dan breaks the ice.
Dan: Anyways let's get down to business. I've come out here because I have a few things to say. First thing's first, I haven't been hiding from Josh Robertson because I'm scared from the man. God forbid I'd let that boring little arsehole make me jump out of my skin. No. The reason that I've been avoiding him is because he's like a bloody leech! He's like a clingy girlfriend, and I've got to get rid of him. I just want to be able to sit him down, let him down gently...and tell him that if I see him trying to mess about with me again, I shove my foot up his arse!!!
Massive pop from the crowd as Dan goes off on one, walking around the ring.
Dan: Basically Robertson, I've had a hell of a fun time trying to make your life as miserable as I possibly can over the last couple of weeks. But listen up there, junior. I'm bored of you. I need a new play thing. So just stop harrassing me, and let me get on with my life. I'm only here because the woman who's delivering my baby insisted that came to work today.
There's some “aww”s from the crowd as Dan shakes his head.
Dan: I know, I know. Doc said that it's a pretty damn long labour, but you'll get the full details of it whenever I can get my arse out of this arena! Tune in next Monday, cos you'll find out the full details.
Dan's almost touched at the fact that the fans seem to care so much about him, but then he quickly snaps back into reality, retains his hardman demeanour, and gets back to the point in hand.
Dan: But like I was saying, Robertson.
Boos echo around the arena.
Dan: I just want you off my back, man. I've got bigger at better things to do. You go on about your little emo list about how you want to be better than everyone in ACW. Well, I gotta admit, it's a wise choice going after the top dog, but when you're in this dog's yard, he starts to get really angry. And the way you've been acting the past show or two, I've had enough, and I'm about to be released from my leash. So you have two choices, Robertson, and this is when I put on my serious face and give you a real warning here. Either you decide to leave me alone, or I turn the tables, and come after you. It's your choice.
The focus is once again on the titantron, as Dan watches with the eye of an eagle. With Robertson banned from the arena, it seems unlikely that he's even going to turn up, but everyone seems to get a mighty surprise. The camera pans backwards, and Dan notices right in the nick of time, turning around to find that Robertson had found his way through the crowd! There's a cheer as Dan ducks a punch, spinning Robertson around and throwing a fist. Robertson blocks it, throwing a couple of fists in Dan's direction, sending him groggy and having to rest on the ropes to avoid falling over. Robertson then rushes at Dan, but Dan ducks, pulling the ropes down with him and causing Robertson to fly outwards onto the protective mats below! Robertson manages to get up, but by the time he's gotten into the ring, Dan has dived into the crowd.
Robertson tries to make chase, but he's foiled as Zero's private security guards quickly rush the ring, surrounding and grabbing Robertson, who's a blaze of fury. His eyes are popping out of his skull, his mouth foaming, and teeth clenched. He looks like a man possessed, a man we've never seen before in ACW, as the fans taunt and jeer him. He lets out a large shout as he's dragged away from the ring.
Robertson: I'LL GET YOU DAN!!!
Meanwhile, the camera pans to Dan, and he's surrounded by fans, nodding his head in a sarcastic manner, with his hands in the air.
Fade Out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 19, 2009 17:18:42 GMT -5
"Unholy" Credit: Danny Mainer, Echo & Thunderkiss [The wind off the Atlantic Ocean blows in through the shattered glass windows, chilling Mainer’s body to the bone. Alone he stands in a darkened room, a place unfamiliar to him but very memorable to the symboite that possess his soul. It was here that Jashin took control of his greatest trophy ever, Thunderkiss, for the second time. Since that time this location has been abandoned and has aged abnormally. What once was a structure filled with joy and happiness has been transformed into crumbling villa haunted with feelings of despair in just a matter of a few months. Tonight their presence here is to celebrate the downfall of Aiden Joseph, a memory Jashin shares with Danny Mainer as a gift for his services. After all, without Mainer, none of this would be possible.] [glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: Ahhh, home sweet home. Welcome home, Danny! However, don’t get too cozy. We have a guest and we DARE NOT keep a lady waiting.[/glow] [Jashin swings Mainer’s head around as if he was reenacting the Exorcist. Peering into a nearby shadow, he attacks it with his shrill voice and awaits for his "echo" to return to him to confirm his suspicions.] [glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: COME OUT WOMAN! I can smell whore a mile away.[/glow] Echo: About time you got here. [glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: Enough talking! Let’s just get this over with.[/glow] [He gets his response a second later when Echo rockets out of the shadows next to him, and the two slam to the ground. They scuffle briefly, but a ground fight with a Ravaged tends to be a lost cause, and a couple elbows to the jaw quickly dizzy the demon's host. He rolls to one side, attempting to scramble out from underneath her, and she takes the opportunity to shift her weight around, catching his throat between both knees, and squeezes. One arm attempts to claw at Echo, but she pins it with minimal difficulty and arches her back, clearly trying to crush his larynx.] Echo: You're making this a lot harder than it needs to be. [While Jashin has no need for such primitive vulgarities as oxygen, Mainer certainly does, and his face has turned two shades of blue by the time the demon finally reacts; he swivels his head around again, facing directly into Echo's torso, and a gout of flame begins swirling inside his gaping mouth.] [glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: SURPRISE![/glow] Echo: ....aw, dammit-- [His mouth goes off like a cannon, and the short-range explosion launches Echo off her target and across the room, where she collides with the wall hard enough to shake the plaster loose. The avatar hits the floor shortly afterwards, and pulls herself up to a low crouch, glaring balefully.] [glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: My, my ... isn’t this Deja Vu. On that very spot is where Anna’s dead body was sprawled on the floor, staining poor Mr. Joseph’s expensive carpeting! In his darkest hour he had no one to care for him, only me. His friends had left him; he had no family to intervene. Hell, even his guardian angel abandoned him. Seeing him in great pain I did him a favor and put life back into his dearly departed. In return, how did he repay such an act of kindness? By deceiving his way out of our special bond! [/glow] [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: That’s a nice story.[/glow] [Oh how he tires of these dramatic entrances. Just when Jashin is about to achieve his crowning moment, another shows up uninvited to steal it away from him. If the first was unexpected, this one takes the cake. Standing behind him is none other than "Mr. Joseph," and he quickly construes how he is back walking amongst the living.] [glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: NO! That ... That ... BITCH! [/glow] [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: But I’ll wait for the paperback. [/glow] ~!~CRUNCH~!~ [glow=red,2,300]Mr. 500%: You’ve become sloppy, Mainer. A real man would have finished a job but instead you got sloppy. Some things never change, you are as pathetic and lazy as always, little Danny Masterson. And as far as you go Jashin, your days of playing musical chairs with me, my family and my friends are OVER. I’ve been given the power once again to ensure that is what exactly happens! Only this time it will not be for my personal gain, but rather, the lack of yours![/glow] [In the midst of battle Thunderkiss has completely ignored his hellish rival - until now. As she pulls herself back into battle, her shapely figure yearns to be acknowledged. He shall not disappoint.] [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Well, that was close now wasn’t it?! I don’t think we have been properly introduced. My name is Thunderkiss, nice to meet you![/glow] Echo: Um. What the christ. [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Can you repeat that? I was too busy examining that pristine rack of yours.[/glow] ~!~WHAM~!~ [Echo does not have a second to spurn TK’s advances as Jashin brings down the house - literally. Using his long, lanky tongue as a pulley, he wraps it around one of the ceiling’s support beams and yanks it from the concrete foundation. Both Echo and Thunderkiss leap out of the way at the nick of time and avoid becoming a "Jill Sandwich." With one option on the right and another on the left, Jashin takes a moment to contemplate his next move. Luckily for him, one of the two bounty hunters will decide for him.] [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Do yourself a favor, woman. Stand back and keep back. Don’t make me repeat myself.[/glow] [Five Hundred charges and collides chest to chest with Electric Head. Both men in tangle their fingers together and a contest of strength erupts. Unearthly power flows from each man like tap water as they try to force the other to yield.] [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: THIS ... IS ... WHERE ... THE ... POWER ... LIES! [/glow] [glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: Oh, you mean here?[/glow] ~!~CRUNCH~!~ [glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: BAHAHAHA!!! I guess all the girls are right when they say you are all dick and no brains! [/glow] [Devious as ever, Jashin drives his head directly into TK’s lower regions and shows that even Mr. 500% is not immune to the male Achilles heel. His advantage is short-lived, though; as the big man collapses, a familiar figure rejoins the fray, springboarding off his conveniently-placed back and throwing a knee strike that the demon barely blocks.] Echo: I appreciate you shutting him up and all, but that trick won't go quite as well with me. [glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: Well I may try it anyway! So I can live out another mortal male’s fantasy to take it a step up from decking TK in the scrotum![/glow]
Echo: Do you Cocyti never (kick) think (kick) of anything (kick) else?!
[Catching one of the strikes as it goes, Jashin spins Echo in place and lashes her across the back with his talons, drawing blood for the first time in the battle. She squirms, growling, and shoves out of his grasp in a swift, nimble roll to safety.]
Echo: ...okay, now I'm pissed.
[glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: Ahahahaha! Did I hit a sweet spot?[/glow] [Ever the showman, he raises his claws to his mouth, running his tongue over the edge of his index finger. Echo's blood dribbles down the side of his hand and onto his chin and lips.]
[glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: Mmm, tasty. And just what are you going to do ab---[/glow]
[Demonic runes shimmer in the air, and all of his fun is ruined when Echo thrusts a hand out and spits a command word.]
Echo: Ha'kreesh!
[Fwooooooosh. With a crimson flash, every drop of blood on him ignites into scarlet hellfire, and Jashin flails comically for a few seconds, his mouth and claws ablaze.]
[glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: Wha--nooo! IT BUUUUUURNS! THIS IS WORSE THEN NAPALM!!![/glow]
[glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: DOG PILE!!!!!![/glow] [Seeing the incoming impact and having no desire to be in the middle of it, Echo jerks hard on the tongue, doing a sort of mid-air handstand with it and dazing Jashin with a heel across the face. He drops her just in time, and Echo rolls out of the way of the giant flying tackle that Thunderkiss delivers to the demon. They crash through another support beam like a runaway freight train, and are on a collision course with the window until Jashin struggles free and leaps from TK's grasp, sending him nearly through the glass from the charge's momentum. Thunderkiss stops short just in time and whirls in place, intercepting another blast of fiery breath with a sweep of his arm; a blast of divine light shatters the cloud of flame, but the steam and smoke disperse around him so thickly that it becomes impossible to see anything.]
[glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: As easy to outsmart as ever! Hope you weren't planning on--[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: ENOUGH OF THIS! While two-on-one is normally my kink, I demand a fair fight and so be it, I WILL HAVE IT! Until I get what I want ...[/glow] [Just to add insult to injury, his snakelike tongue slithers back out of his mouth and licks up the side of her cheek.]
[glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: Tag, you're it. [/glow] [He pulls back the curtain of this dimension only to slip into another. Echo dives after him, but her efforts are in vain as he is once again too quick for her grasp, and the only thing that reaches him before he closes the portal is verbal abuse.]
Echo: I'm gonna pull that thing off when I find you! Goddammit...
[The smell of sulfur fills the room though it is not the thing most foul currently within it. That honor belongs to Thunderkiss’ attitude. Having burst from the choking cloud only to find Mainer gone, he doesn’t hesitate a second to let Echo know how he feels.]
[glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Way to go. Why don’t you just wave goodbye to him while you are at it![/glow] Echo: I was doing fine until you showed up.
[glow=red,2,300]Mr. 500%: Baby, I’ve seen fine ... in fact I’m looking at right now ... AND THAT WASN’T FINE! [/glow] Echo: I don't have time to deal with your posturing. Make your move or get the hell out of my way.
[All bets are off as Thunderkiss stares down his new rival and she returns the favor. The tense mood only heightens as he takes a step forward in hopes she will bump "chests" with him. Seeing his motivations a mile away, she turns from him with a disgusted look upon her face.]
Echo: ...Rotting christ. "Make your move" wasn't the best choice of words, was it?
[glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Come on! We’ll be like that new brand of Trojan condoms! I’m the blue. You’re the red ... put us together and we’ll EXPLODE BABY! [/glow]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Feb 19, 2009 17:19:02 GMT -5
Match 5: Main Event: Jake Steele vs. XS3 Credit: Jay Zero After that last backstage segment, we find ourselves in the heard of the ACW arena, ready for tonights Main Event! We waste no time now, getting right into the action.ALLOW ME TO REINTRODUCE MYSELF! ...
I'M A HUSTLERS HUSTLER A GANGSTERS A GANGSTER I'M A RAPPERS RAPPER YOUR FAVORITE, AIN'T I?
[/i] The crowd cheers as "Aint I" by Jay Z blares over the sound speakers. The fans rise to their feet just as Jake Steele smoothly and calmly walks out onto the stage, dressed all in his ring gear - ready to go! Philip Jones[/color]: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for one fall! First, making his way to the ring from Brooklyn, New York! Weighing in at 234 pounds! He is - JAKE! STEEELE! Steele confidently struts down the entrance ramp and slides into the ring. Posing for a few moments, he then decides to climb the turnbuckles, playfully taunting this full crowd. As the spotlights shine down on him, we can only wonder what's going through his head right now - this is the first time we've seen Jake in the ring since Ragnarok because of that ban set on him by the Commissioner. He hops off the turnbuckles as the music begins to fade out. Philip Jones[/color]: ...and his opponent! The opening of "Contractor" kicks in along with blue lights. The crowd begins to cheer as XS3 appears from the back, decked out in his ring attire and a baseball cap. Philip Jones[/color]: Making his way to the ring from Maple Creek, Saskatchewan, Canada - weighing in at 268 pounds! He is! - The Exemplar! XS3! He pauses to look on and listen to the audience's reactions before finally deciding to head down the ramp, high-fiving the fans he passes. When he approaches ringside, XS3 takes in a deep breath then exhales, wondering what the ring will hold for him tonight. Finally, XS3 slides into the ring under the bottom rope and mounts on the second rope, raising his left arm in the air. XS3 hops down and hands his cap to the referee and watches as the lights return to normal and the music fades.
In the ring now, XS3 and Jake Steele look at each other, both slightly cautious about this entire situation. Neither one of them wants to go through with it. As RAF approaches the two, he asks for a clean match, but they aren't having any of this. Steele starts shaking his head and he walks over to the ring ropes, yelling for a microphone. A ringside worker stands and gives Steele a microphone, and then gives XS3 one as well. Steele - Aight, aight listen dawg! Dis shit ain't right! We like brothers, you know that. And brothers ain't supposed to be fightin'![/COLOR] XS3: Yeah, if anything this just seems like a half-asses set up so that Train and Zero can come on down here and ambush us! This is bullshit! Steele - Yo, well I didn't wait outside dat arena last week to fuck you up - I waited dat long to fuck Zero up![/color] The crowd cheers and XS3 nods his head.XS3: Yeah well as far am I'm concerned, this match isn't even going to happen, alright?Steele - Yeah man, I feel you--[/color] If Ya Havin' Girl Problems I Feel Bad for ya Son! Ya Got 99 Problems now Authority's the Biggest One! [/b][/size] The entire ACW arena shifts their focus now as "Voodoo Problems" by Jay Z/Jimi Hendrix begins to blast loudly. The boos begin to quickly fill the arena as both Thunder Train and ACW World Champion, Commissioner Zero walk out onto the stage. With microphone in hand, the Champion looks to address the situation in a manner in which the two men in the ring did not expect. Instead of sneaking up on them, they're approaching them from the stage... weird.Commissioner Zero: Turn off the music. The entrance music for The Authority quickly dwindles down, allowing the Commissioner to speak. But instead, he just glares. Slowing pacing across the stage, he looks completely enraged as he looks up at Jake Steele and XS3. Commissioner Zero: This week has been a horribly long one for me.. It's just dragged on! On Monday night, I had to watch as this man standing beside me lost a lumberjack match to a walking, living wreck named XS3 The crowd cheers.Commissioner Zero: Then what happened afterwards? Huh? I had to deal with Jake Steele trying to get his grimy, greasy hands all over my throat - and to top that one off, I had to deal with The Macho Man RDK shovin' his oversized shnoz into my business! XS3 nods his head, a smile on his face.Commissioner Zero: But y'know what - it didn't stop there! No! Over the course of these past days, I have changed the face of ACW forever! FOREVER, YOU HEAR ME?! I fired Biff Taylor and tons of others when I decided that Fallout has no place here in ACW! I fired Josh Robertson, that little crybaby piece of shit! I fired Lee Homicide, that disrespectful little punk who needs to learn some manners! And then - I fired Jason Freeman, of course this was all before I had to bare witness to Thunder Train here being screwed out of his rightful International Championship title! So guess what, kiddies! If ya thought Jay Z was pissed before - well, heh... Jay Zero is in even a worse mood than before now! For some, the crowd cheers, but all in all - they really mean to boo Zero for taking away Fallout. The man is abusing his own powers. He runs his hands over his head, trying to calm himself - but it's not working. Steele - Yo Zero, stop bullshittin' man, you know don't have da power to be firin' niggas left and right![/color] Commissioner Zero: OH YEAH? NOW TELL ME STEELE! IF I DON'T HAVE THE POWER TO "FIRE" PEOPLE, THEN WHY ARE THERE NOW COUNTLESS NUMBERS OF WORTHLESS SCUM NOW ON THE STREETS OF THE ACW ISLAND?! Jake turns his head back for a second, licking his lips and then rubbing his mouth as Zero continues on.Commissioner Zero: Exactly! That's right! I DO have the power to fire people! And as far as I'M concerned XS3, this match WILL be happening, and Steele, you WILL want to fight this man! Because as of this moment, I'm adding a special stipulation to this match up! This is now a PINK SLIP match! Whoever loses can say goodbye, because I will fire them right here - ON THE SPOT! The crowd boos, but Thunder Train finds some joy in it as he heartily laughs. XS3 and Steele however do not find this to be very funny.Steele - What da fuck is wrong with you nigga!? You can't put us in a fuckin' pink slip match![/color] XS3: Yeah and what if we don't even wrestle? This isn't right, so I'm not doing this! This is crap, Zero! Fuck you, and fuck "Pink Slip" match! I'm out of here! XS3 drops his microphone and begins to walk towards the ropes. It seems as if he's really walking out.Commissioner Zero: Jake Steele I know your brain isn't too big and I know that head of yours is real dense - but exactly how many times do I have to say it? I'm the Commissioner, and what I say, goes! And XS3, if you really want to walk out right now, then fine - don't wrestle! It's as simple as that! XS3 mouths the words "Good!" as he steps out onto the ring apron and hops off onto the floor below. Commissioner Zero: Good! I see that we have an understanding here! ...and I also see that you're violating ACW Rules and Regulations right now. Non-ACW superstars aren't allowed past that security barrier. Oh, did I forget to mention that to you Matt? Have fun supporting that new little baby of yours when you're living on the streets!
YOU'RE FIRED! [/center] And just like that, Jay Zero's personal security force appears to the dismay of everybody in the ACW arena. From the backstage area and from the crowd, security forces suddenly surround XS3, grabbing every limb that they can get hold of. As he pushes and shoves, he tries to put up a fight, and Steele isn't going to let this happen. He drops his microphone, ready to run out of the ring - but suddenly, help arrives sooner than he could.Commissioner Zero: Get him out of here! Now! C'mon, ge-- And suddenly, "Ginger's Theme" begins to play loudly, sending shock into every person watching this whether it be here live in the ACW arena, or at home! Interrupting what the Commissioner was saying, the music sends a shiver up Jay Zero's spine as both he and Thunder Train jump back a bit. They turn around and see the Chairmans entrance video playing on the Alphatron, praying that it's a malfunction. With his eyes wide open, Zero is ready to go into shock when the Chairman himself, Gingerdude steps past the black curtain and onto the stage in a black, fine-tailored suit! The arena nearly erupts and even the cameramen are shocked at what their seeing.Maxwell McNally: Oh my god, Eddie! It's -- It's the Chairman! He's back! *GULP!* Jay Zero and Train can not believe what's happening right now, and for a second they even begin to wonder if this a dream. Zero nearly drops his Championship title to the ground as he's totally taken back by who stands before him. Ginger continues to walk out, looking completely irate - fuming with anger. With a microphone in hand, there's no doubt that he's out here to confront the Commissioner. In the ring, a smile has come over the face of Jake Steele, - finding this moment to be quite hilarious as Zero is beginning to cower. ”Fast” Eddie Edison: This is nuts! He wasn't supposed to be back for at least another two weeks!The music fades out, but now the cheers only grow louder as they are left alone to set the tone. Ginger stares deep into Zero's eyes, but Zero just stands there, his jaw hanging open. Chairman Gingerdude: What's the matter Jay? Didn't expect to see me here? Zero looks at Train, and he too has the same look of utter despair on his face.Chairman Gingerdude: Let me ask you a question here Jay - ...Who the HELL do you think you are?! The crowd cheers!Chairman Gingerdude: I leave my company in the hands of the man that I knew would be the best and what do I come back to find? Hm?! I find millions of dollars missing, tons of new talent signed to contracts, loads of others suddenly fired, and this entire company in shambles! Jay Zero, I left this company for not even two months, and already the decision has come back to bite me straight in the bloody arse! He shakes his head and scowls at Zero, completely enraged.Chairman Gingerdude: I don't even know where to START with you right now! Craig Lewis was the Junior Executive for a reason! He knew how to run my business the way that I wanted it to be ran, and he was the one that I had left my trust in! But what happens? Some maniac comes by and decides to have a little fun! Some maniac wonders if he can run an entire industry with no experience whatsoever?! Well Jay Zero you listen to me and you listen good! Not even for a MOMENT did I intent for my company to rest in the power of your hands! I never named you Commissioner and I sure as hell never gave you the power to make these kinds of decisions you've been making! Fact of the matter is, I wasn't scheduled to return from my vacation for another three weeks, and hell, since I didn't hear of any bad news - I was thinking of extending that for another two weeks! But you Jay Zero, you screwed yourself over! If it weren't for the Biff Taylor and Fallout fiasco, I wouldn't have known a thing! I would've continued to lay out on that wonderful beach sippin' drinks all day, enjoying my well-needed rest -- but Tuesday morning I got a call! The first call since I left this island! I had no clue what was happening here! I thought Craig was running the show and was doing a fantastic job at it - of course until I learned that he was immobilized WEEKS ago and Jay Zero had assumed power! Zero raises his eyebrows and looks away for a second before lifting his ACW title over, moving it to his other shoulder.Chairman Gingerdude: --So now that I'm back, allow me to set a couple of things straight! As of this moment on, you, Jay Zero no longer possess the title of "Commissioner" nor did you ever! The crowd cheers and Zero takes a deep breath, shaking his head.Chairman Gingerdude: ...and as far everybody that you have fired goes - As of this moment on, I am officially reinstating every single one of them! That means Jason Freeman, Lee Homicide, Josh Robertson, ALL of Fallout - and even XS3 down there! So security, thank you, you're no longer needed out here! The guards look at one another and then up at Zero, who now of course has no say. They release XS3 who then begins to quickly push and shove the men away, upset that they even tried to escort him out.Chairman Gingerdude: Jay Zero - what you've done surely will not go unseen! You've embarrassed me as a Chairman, you've soiled the name of ACW, - and you've abused too much power that you never even had to begin with! So Mr. Zero, now that the Chairman is back in charge and you're not - I think it's time for a little punishment, don't you? The crowd cheers and Zero begins to try and embrace himself for whatever may be in-store for him.Chairman Gingerdude: -First order of business. Now of course right now I could strip you of that ACW World Title and watch you beg and plead, but where exactly is the fun of watching you get hurt? That takes me to Bloody Valentine. Jay Zero, you WILL be defending your ACW World Heavyweight Championship Title whether you like it or not - and whose your opponent? The man that stands in that very ring right now! Jake Steele! The crowd cheers and Zero just shuts his eyes, shaking his head.Chairman Gingerdude: You unrightfully banned this man from this arena after your own acts of cowardliness back at Ragnarok, - so now it's time for a little payback! And as for tonight! Well.. hell, I know these people paid some good money and I'm sure that they want to see this Main Event happen, right? Well - I'm not going to force XS3 to face off against Jake Steele! Instead, I got a better idea. Right now we're going to have ourselves a bit of a Preview Match for Bloody Valentine, but with a nice little twist on it! Ladies and gentlemen, your main event of the evening will feature Jake Steele teaming up with XS3 - to take on The ACW Champion Jay Zero, in a Handicapped Match! Yes! Yes! These people love the idea and they eat it right up! But Zero on the other hand flips! Zero: What?! No, you can't do that! I'm not even in my ring gear, it's not-- Chairman Gingerdude: SHUT UP! I bloody don't give a rats ass if you're not in ring gear! Like you loved to say so much other these past few weeks, "I'm in charge, so I can do whatever I want!" You were ready to force these men to wrestle - now I'm forcing you Jay! Zero: No! This is bullshit Ginger - no! [/b] Chairman Gingerdude: Fine! Fine, you don't want to wrestle? Then go right ahead - maybe I'll just hand the title over to Steele right now and fire you - just as you did to XS3! Zero scowls at Ginger, becoming irate as the Chairman toys with him, simply taunting. The vein in his neck begins to pop out and his face turns red with anger.... Zero's stuck at a crossroads. He must fight. Chairman Gingerdude: Good luck Jay! Cause this match is now! The Chairman smiles as he lifts his head up, knowing he's caught the best of Jay Zero. His theme music plays once again and the crowd cheers loudly as Zero has no other options anymore. As the Chairman makes his exit, Zero is now forced to prepare for this impromptu match. He hands the ACW Title over to Train and then takes off his black t-shirt, now being forced to wrestle in jeans. The scene begins to fade out as we go to commercial break.
Stay tuned, the Handicapped Main Event is next!
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