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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 13:24:12 GMT -5
Brent Garland vs. Lee Homicide
Chris Phenomenal vs. Will Slaughter
Jack Jefferson vs. Josh Robertson
Thunderkiss vs. Scott Andrews
Dan White vs. Danny Mainer
Jay Zero vs. FSX
Welcome to Fallout, the fastest ho--
Wait a minute, what the fuck. This isn't Fallout! It's Warfare Is XS3! Remind me to fire Jerry for this inexcusable blunder…
On with the show, bitchcakes!
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:30:56 GMT -5
Dan Dan the Controller Man Dan White The segment opens up in the backstage area, and the camera focuses on a sign that clearly reads “SOUND CONTROL ROOM – DO NOT ENTER WITHOUT A PASS”. Basically, you do not enter without a pass. Simple, huh?
Anyways, there's a cheer as Dan slinks into the camera, much like a shady character would do so. He smirks at the camera, before brandishing a card key. He swipes the door, and slowly enters the room. Within the control room, there is a man, with short blond hair in a crewcut, working the operations. There's a massive amount of television sets, about 25 or so, working out every possible place there's likely to be a camera. He's bellowing ordered through a microphone like an army sergeant.Control Room Man: Jenkins, I demanded three cameras in the locker room area at 9:03 stat! It is currently 9:05! You're fired! Dan looks at the camera, raising an eyebrow and shaking his head as he disagrees with the man's decision making. He's obviously in the wrong career, although maybe that wasn't necessarily his fault...
Anyways, Dan sneaks up to the man, tapping him on the shoulder. The man jumps, almost falling out of his seat. He turns around, less than happy to see Dan.Control Room Man: This is an exclusive area! You are not permitted to be in this exclusive area! Inform me why you are here bef- !-=-WHACK!!!-=-! The Control Room Man is smashed with a nearby steel chair, to a pop from the crowd. As he flies out of his seat, his headset shoots off, and falls into Dan's hands. Smirking, Dan puts the headset on, and sits down.Dan: Right then, let's see what we can do here. He cracks his knuckles, and immediately begins flicking switches and turning nobs. We have no idea what he's got planned, but he's surely going to do something pretty chaotic.
Fade Out.
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:31:24 GMT -5
“Lost Valet. Reward Offered” Credit: Thunderkiss [High above the arena, something flaps in the wind. While this statement would lead a normal person to believe this object to be a flag, those who know anything about Thunderkiss would suspect otherwise. Sure enough, upon close inspection we see that the “thing” flapping in the wind is none other than a human being attached to Thunderkiss’ grasp. Draped over the side of the ACW Arena, Richard Paris holds onto TK’s wrists with dear life. This encounter has been weeks in the making and it was only a matter of time before Thunderkiss caught up with the man responsible for his current predicament. However, it is not for this reason alone that he has him in his claws, but rather out of suspicion he is involved in yet another.] Thunderkiss: WHERE-IS-SHE?!Richard Paris: I swear I don’t know! Honest! Please, let me down! Thunderkiss: Honest? You? If there was ever a statement that proved otherwise, that would pretty much be it! And besides, if anyone knows about kidnapping, it would be you, RIGHT DICK?!Richard Paris: I never meant for things to occur as they did! I just wanted to cause you enough discomfort so that you would have to retire prematurely from the federation! That’s all! Thunderkiss: Discomfort? DISCOMFORT?! You mean having me beaten to the point where I would no longer be able to function properly for the rest of my life?! What did you do to me anyway?! Richard Paris: I reprogrammed your subconscious so that you could not fight back when provoked by Danny Mainer. I didn’t mess with anything else in inside your head, honest! I swear, Thunderkiss, I never meant for any of this to happen! NONE OF IT! What happened after the match was all Mainer’s doing and not mine. I wash my hands of it entirely! Thunderkiss *laughing*: I’ll give you credit, Dick, that’s good stuff there. REAL GOOD STUFF! If it wasn’t me who was on the other end of it, I would applaud your efforts, but since it’s not, I’ll have to BREAK YOU IN HALF!Richard Paris *crying*: No! Please, no! I’m SO SORRY! I DON’T WANT TO DIE! [Paris begins to sob uncontrollably showing that his proud and cocky nature was nothing more than a false facade. Underneath he is nothing more than a child who wants to get his way in life. Now that his ambitions, as well as his life, are threatened, he cries out for mercy. It is TK’s inclination to drop him, to release his grip. However, he hears God speaking in his ear for him to show forgiveness. After a brief internal struggle, he bends to the all mighty’s will and throws Paris’ body from over the side of the arena onto its hard gravel top.] Thunderkiss: It’s your lucky day, Dick. It’s a good thing that someone loves you unconditionally, otherwise the arena janitors would be working overtime to clean up your shit stain from the pavement. Now you listen well, you son of a bitch. If you EVER, EVER look in my direction again, I will sodomize you upon the nearest flag poll. In the meantime, if I were you, I’d take a little vacation to ensure that doesn’t happen. Capice?Richard Paris: Y-Yes. Thank you! Thank you so very much! [Paris wastes not time getting out of Dodge. Upon seeing that Paris’ pants are stained with his own urine, Thunderkiss cannot help but to speak his feelings aloud.] Thunderkiss: Disgusting. [The wall fly comes ventures off of it’s perch. From afar, William Charles Wilcox steps out of the shadows and into the light, announcing his presence. Surprised to see him, Thunderkiss silences his tongue and opens his ears.] William Charles Wilcox: Looks like you’ve run into another dead end. Thunderkiss: Paris? Yeah, it wasn’t him, but either way that really felt good. I’m at a complete loss, Willy. I just got off the phone with the police about an hour ago. They pretty much brushed me off and said they would file a missing persons report. As if that’s going to do any good. I’ve turned this entire Island upside down looking for her today. I just don’t get where she is at. There is no rhyme or reason for her taking off somewhere in the middle of the night and not telling a soul. You and I both know she wouldn’t do that. She had to have been taken somewhere against her will, it’s the only logical explanation. William Charles Wilcox: I know this is easy for me to say, Kiss, but I know she’ll turn up somewhere just fine. Call it a feeling or even a hunch, I just know this ordeal will end up with a happy ending. Thunderkiss: Oh what the hell do you know. [There is no response, only silence. His dismay has caused him to lash out at those who are only concerned about him and TK realizes his folly.] Thunderkiss: Look, I’m sorry for snapping, Willy. It’s just that I am under a lot of stress. With a possessed Danny Mainer somewhere planning my demise, FSX acting strange all of a sudden and Joytoy missing, I don’t think I can bare another thing to go wrong. William Wilcox: You know kiss, what you need more than anything right now is to blow off some steam and I think I know just the thing that will do exactly that. A good, ol’ fashioned wrestling match. Come on kid, it’s time to get back to the basics. Thunderkiss: That sounds just like what the doctor ordered. Who’s tonight’s victim?W.C.W.: None other than the Scarlett Assassin, Scott Andrews. Thunderkiss: Well “Assassin,” you’re going to need a bigger bullet. [Wilcox laughs and together they venture downwards back into the arena. While all aspects of his life are crumbling down around him, it is nice to know that Thunderkiss still has some remnants of structure left in his life. While Scott Andrews is renowned by both peers and fans alike, tonight is not the night one wishes to emulate him. There is no doubt in anyone’s mind that Scott will give his all, one-hundred percent if you will. Unfortunately for him, his opponent has four hundred more percent to give.] [FADE]
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:31:50 GMT -5
Segment: And the Award Goes To...(Credit: Train/RDK) The 81st annual Academy Awards returns from a commercial break. The camera pans around the celebrities that nobody really cares about but we all watch them anyway. We return on the stage with Hugh Jackman to much applause. Hugh: Well ladies and gentlemen, it is time for our next award. So to present the award for Best Actor, here is Hulk Hogan!Hulk Hogan walks out onto the stage wearing a suit with his trademarked bandanna on his bald head lololol. Hogan: THANKS A LOT BROTHER! HERE ARE THE NOMINEES FOR BEST ACTOR BROTHER! - - RICHARD JENKINS FOR THE VISITOR
- - FRANK LANGELLA FOR FROST/NIXON
- - SEAN PENN FOR MILK
- - BRAD PIT-- SORRY, RANDY KANYON FOR TOP GUN REMAKE
- - AND MICKEY ROURKE FOR THE WRESTLER
AND BROTHERS, THE WINNER IS!The applause starts as RDK stands up from where he was sitting. He has a confident smirk on his face as he makes his way up to stage. He gets onto the stage and shakes Hogan's hand then Hogan leaves. Macho takes his award then pulls out his speech from his jacket pocket. Macho: Thanks Thunderki-- I mean Hulk Hogan. *Ahem* It wasn't easy brudahs, I'll tell ya that! IT WASN'T EASY! Bein' the cream of the crop is an everyday adventure and oppurtunity! But bein' able to RIIIIISE TO THE TOP is a whole nuther' BALL GAME! People didn't think Macho would make it outside the wrasslin' bizness BUT THEY WERE DEAD WRONG BRUDAH! Sure enough, THE CREAM WOULD RIIIIISE TO THE TOP! And here I am, your Best Actor of 2008! OoOoH Yeaah! Thank you!Macho raises up his newly won award high above his head then suddenly, Thunder Train appears on the stage as well, wearing his suit with the arms ripped off. He approaches RDK on the stage.Thunder Train: Whoa whoa whoa! Wait a second here, you people are actually giving this award for Best Actor to RDK? This man has lied and cheated a lot recently and he doesn't deserve such an award. But then again, I guess his lying showed that he was a great actor.Macho: BRUDAH! What are you doing here? Thunder Train: I want you to admit to everyone here that you cheated in our match and give me my rematch for the International title. Macho: Brudah, I got no idea what you are talking about. I guess I just got lucky that night! Yeaaah! <_<[/i] Thunder Train: If you got lucky then you will give me my rematch Macho.Macho: Jabroni, this is not the time or place to be discussing this. This is supposed to be a celebration for the great work that the actors have shown over the last year![/i] Thunder Train: Oh cut the bull*BLEEP* Macho. You can't keep this up forever. And because you stole something from me, I have no choice but to steal something from you.Macho gives Train a "WTF are you talking about" look. Train suddenly punches Macho in the face. The cheap shot sends Macho down. Immediately a panic starts and security rushes the stage. Train however, punches them off and continues going for RDK. He gets on top of RDK and begins punching him. More and more security begin to rush the stage and Train sees that he can't take them all on. He grabs the Emmy sitting on the podium and rushes off the stage. He is followed by several security guards. Cameras following Train outside, who runs into a limo which then speeds off. We return back to inside where RDK is being helped up. He sees that his Emmy is gone and begins to flip out.
Cut to commercial.
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:32:25 GMT -5
Segment: Shades of Asimov (Against Stupidity, the Gods Themselves Contend in Vain) (Credit: Lee) Erm...word? Mr. von Goethe couldn't have been more right, though. There is really nothing worse than having to face someone who is not only a stupid moron, but an aggressive one as well. Who exactly are we talking about here? Wanna take a wild guess? Oh, that's right. It's Brent “Badger” Garland. Not only is Garland stupid, he is also ignorant. He is your typical, “all brawn + no brains” kind of guy. You know, like the jocks you'd see in those teen flicks and stuff. Don't let the suit and sunglasses full you. He probably attended a school of scoundrels and got taught by Dr. P himself to wear those clothes and make him SEEM less of a loser than he really is. But in reality, Garland is nothing more than a phony, a poser, a pathetic waste of life. It's common knowledge. He is the type of guy who won't sign a little kid's autograph in fanfests and would want to get away from the fans as soon as he can. Why? Well, he’s just a jerkoff, that's why. One must need all the patience in the world to put up with him, so you can imagine how upset Lee Homicide was when he found out he had to face him. It wasn't because he was scared, oh no, it's simply because he doesn't want to get anywhere close to Garland. Given normal circumstances, Lee wouldn't touch him with a 60-foot pole, due to his insufferable ego, his annoying and limited vocabulary and way of speaking, his fake, five-dollar sunglasses, and not to mention the horrible odor emanating from his body, and if all that wasn't enough, he's got a stinky breath to boot. Lee is in for a very bad night, all right. Lee must have cursed out loud when he found out that he have to face that horrible nuisance. Lee must have pissed off someone really bad. I mean, what on earth did he do to get a match with the hideous piece of crap known as Garland? Well, nonetheless, Lee has to go through the horrifying experience in stepping into the ring with Garland. It will be dangerous. It will be toxic. Garland will be as stinky and as aggressively stupid as ever, but Lee steps down to no one. this time. Lee will slay the beast, he will tame the animal, but instead of sending it to the animal care after he's done taming it, he will shoot it right in the head. Why? Because he’s cool like that. And because Garland deserves to die, to be honest. And also because Lee is awesome, and he isn't. Basically, Lee Homicide > Garland. Yuh hurd? = = = AAAAAAAAAND NOW, Lee Homicide and the rest of the Fuck Yo Life Crew brings to you...More than Blue Studios + A Cheap Sony Camera Presents
THA.WEE.LEE.SHOW--DUMB AND DUMBER/BEAUTY AND THE BEAST [/color] Wee Lee Show, hottest show this summer (Yeah!) Watch yo boy Lee, rollin' in his hummer (Chea!) We owned the world, “Who's next?” That's what you wonder (Who?) It's them, the true life version of “Dumb and Dumber”
You already know Lee's got it down, west to the east (Yup.) And Garland won't hesitate to make love to a sheep (Nope.) No, he even did more altar boys than a church priest (Ye.) Here, this is the real life Beauty & the Beast...[/size][/color][/center] In Case You Forgot:
The Wee Lee Show was first created by Lee Homicide and fellow FYL members as a parody to Alex Shelley's Paparazzi Productions. The Wee Lee Show was so good it pretty much owned the Paparazzi Productions. The Wee Lee Show is awesome. Thank You.
No, you're not dreaming! The Wee Lee Show has finally debuted! We now see Lee Homicide standing in the middle of some random street with like cafes and shit, wearing a cheap suit and fake mustache. He then starts talking, and his voice becomes all deep and dragged out, like those trailer voice over things.Lee: One man. One desire. In a truly movie trailer-ish move, an actor dressed as Garland walks into the scene, with a ridiculously serious look on his face.Lee: Brent Garland is a sucky wrestler. But that is the least of his problems. The fake Garland starts shaking his head like a retarded gorilla. He then points at his crotch as the voiceover goes on.Lee: Brent Garland is a future 40-year-old virgin, and today, he will try to get laid." The fake Garland now walks up to some girl in the street, who if you zoom in, sees that it's an actress dressed up as Charlotte King. She puts on the completely bimbo-ish look as Lee addresses the current scene.Lee: Brent shall use his newly learned pick up lines that he found on the internet on this dumb girl. Will he succeed? Or shall he fail, just like he will when he faces the awesome Lee Homicide? “Dun”...to the “dun”...to the “dun.” Fake Garland now walks up to fake Charlotte, lowers his shades, and an entirely lecherous expression is smeared all over his visage. Fake Charlotte just looks back sheepishly.Fake Garland: Hey, ‘sup, babe? Fake Charlotte: HAIII! Fake Garland: Are you Jamaican? Cuz Ja' Makin' Me crazy. Fake Charlotte: No, I am from London, actually. Lee: OH, burrrn-AH! Fake Garland: Erm...OK. Well, is your dad a terrorist? Cuz you r da bomb!! Fake Charlotte: 0_o...No? My dad isn't a terrorist? And how can I be an explosive device? Lee: Yes. This is truly dumb and dumber all right. Fake Garland: I was jokin. Haha. Fake Charlotte: It isn't funny. Ponies are funnier. Fake Garland: Oh. Well, I like ponies too. Fake Charlotte: Really? Which type? Fake Garland: Erm...the red one? Fake Charlotte: Do you even know what ponies are? Fake Garland: Erm...rabbits? Fake Charlotte: Oh my god, you are stupid! Fake Garland: Look who's talking! Fake Charlotte: Um, duh? Charlotte is talking. Me! Lee: Yup, it's a failure. Fake Garland: Look, I just wanna get laid, OK? The scene fades away with “Charlotte” driving a stiletto right in between “Garland’s” legs, causing him to groan and fall to the floor. The word "OWNED" flashes across the screen as Lee then walks into the scene again and takes off his fake mustache and sunglasses. The green screen is then clearly seen removed from behind our hero. Lee's expression then intensifies as he begins to speak into the camera, addressing his opponent.Lee: Brent, why you so fuckin' stupid? Seriously. Did yo dad drop you on yo head when you was a kid? You talk da same kinda shit all the time. How I'm gonna get it, how you’re gonna “unleash hell.” Pfft. I OWN yo punk ass. Can you get that through yo thick fuckin' skull? I WILL WIN! I don't give a FLYING fuck if you’ve got God himself on you side. I'll still beat you. Stupid punk, test me, then see if I don't fuck you up. You can talk all the shit you want, but at the end of the day, you can't stop the inevitable, which is me beating you! This week, I’ma make it more than crystal clear to you that I am the better man. I will beat you, cripple you, embarrass you, humiliate you, and then when it’s all said and done, I’ma have you lyin’ in a pool of yo own blood, sweat and tears. This week, I’ma end our little dispute, so there will be no doubt in anyone's mind that I am, without a doubt, better than you! Ya BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAT! Fade.
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:32:58 GMT -5
Segment: The way things ought to be. (Credit: XS3/Steele) Just when the crowd thinks they're going to be treated to another run-of-the-mill segment and/or match, this happens: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 sound of a needle being pulled from a record then plays to calm down the cheering crowd as:Chopping lines in international sand Feeding blood junkie habits of the elephant man Quench his thirst with black water rising Executive outcomes on a burning horizon
Yeah motherfucker let's take a ride We're rolling route Irish, someone has got to die Trick or treat, it's IEDs So roll the dice for me, please It's near 8 miles of pure luck with more bang for Sam's buckThe needle-pulled-from-record sound plays again and the crowd is starting to get antsy. One vocal fan stands up:Fan: COME ON!!! MAKE UP YOUR DAMN MI-- It appears their minds were made up… "Swagger Like Us" by T.I. hits the arena and the crowd is taken aback in surprise. Jake Steele and XS3 appear from the back, walking down the ramp with more confidence than anyone has ever seen. With the return of Gingerdude and with Jay Zero in more trouble, Steele and XS3 have seemingly left their cares in the past. Before the two enter the ring, XS3 looks over at Steele as these lyrics play:No one on the corner have swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger like us No one on the corner have swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger like us No one on the corner have swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger like us No one on the corner have swagger like us Swagger like us, swagger like usXS3: …you owe me for putting up with this song. >_>Steele - Just keep swaggerin' my nigga.. just keep swaggerin'.[/COLOR] After the brief exchange, Steele and XS3 enter the ring. Steele takes command of all four corners while XS3 mounts the ropes, raising his left arm in the air. XS3 grabs a microphone as the music fades. The crowd is heard chanting "X-S-3! STEEEEEELEEE! X-S-3! STEEEEEELEE!" and both men smile as XS3 raises the mic to his mouth.XS3: Finally, order has been restored to ACW. Jay Zero has been rightfully removed from his undeserving power, Gingerdude has returned and Jake Steele is moving up in the world. I shall admit, I had my chance. I couldn't come out with the world title in hand. So instead of going for it again, I shall gladly let Jake here have some revenge against the man who banned him from the arena. But before I can go on any further, I have something else to say… To my new "friend" Rena Matheson. You never fail to amaze me with your slurred speech, staggering walk and all-around thick-headedness. I'm honestly looking forward to this Saturday when I can beat some sense into you… But knowing you, you'd show up to the event drunk… You're a damn embarrassment to this company, Rena. And I vow to make sure that you are no loss for this place nor were you ever a gain. Now you tell me, Rena… Is that unforgivable? … And now for something completely different.XS3 hands the mic over to Steele and he nods to his partner and friend. Steele then looks on at the fans and raises the mic to his mouth.Steele - XS3 just now said it best. Finally... ya boy is movin' up in da world. Finally, I can do whatever da fuck I want, and say whatever da fuck I want again without "Da Authority" tryin' to hold me back. And finally, I get a chance to whoop dat punk bitch, Jay Zero's ass! ... It feels good. Real good as a matta' of fact. Cause now, you got nowhere to run off too Jay, and you got no one to put in front of me. Train? Heh, I think XS3 already done set dat fat nigga back a few steps, and RDK is keepin' him in circles constantly. So dis makes it da way it should have been from jumpstreet my nigga; just you and me. No guards, no excuses.
The fans cheer on Steele, but most stay quiet as they know he is far from done talking. He cocks his shoulders up and flicks his nose, continuing on.Steele - You know me and you got a bunch of history Jay. We done been through a lot of shit together. Whether it was as a short lived team, or a long winded rivalry, we always seemed to wind up back in each others faces. Like a moth to a flame, whenever I began to shine, or you began to shine, da otha' would be there to try and stop it. Except one thing about dat... everytime it really counted, in da end, I came out with da gold. For example, Samhain, you remember dat right? I mean you have to, cause da ass whoopin' I put on you and McKaye got us nominated fo' a bunch of awards.. haha yeah, dat night I walked out as champ, and I became da longest reignin' International Champion of 2008!
...And just think... I wasn't even out for revenge back then.
Steele begins snickering and now as the people are behind he looks at the camera in front of him, his eyes showing the passion and determination that he is preluding to.
Steele - But now dat I am... it's a whole different game. Zero. You know what I'm capable of man. And you know what I'mma do to you. But just incase you forget, let me remind ya real quick. See... I'mma knock your muthafuckin' face in. I'm gon' make yo pussy ass bleed, and I'm gonna make you hate yo own reflection when you look back in da mirror. I'm gonna make you leave on a stretcha'... and most of all, I'm gonna take yo' title.[/COLOR] The crowd begins to really get behind Steele now as he makes his plans known to the entire world, but mainly Zero. He continues his focus into the camera, stepping back a little bit so XS3 can come into view as he says one last thing...Steele - And whether you love it, or hate it dat's just how shit is gonna go…[/color] XS3 grabs the mic from Steele for a second.XS3: Because my name is XS3…Steele - And I'm Jake Steele… And unlike some people… We are always…[/color] Both: Stealing the whole damn show. The duo drop the mic and the fans continue to cheer every word they have said against their rivals. XS3 and Steele exit the ring together and walk up the ramp, going over a game plan for Bloody Valentine. As they approach the stage, they stop and turn around before raising their arms to the fans.
Fade.
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:34:07 GMT -5
Segment: Anyone Call Pest Control? (Credit: Lee) Uh! Yeah...ACW.com exclusive. More than Blue Records proudly presents tha Glorious, No-no-NOTORIOUS One-Three-Three, Lee Homicide. N.Y. ‘til we DIE! Let’s GO! Bring my “A” game? Nah, this is my mildest. I’ll get violent, like literally, maybe bite of yo eyelids. Badger, you wanna fuck wit this? I gotchu shook, givin’ me extensions like epileptic hair stylists! I bet you tryin’ to clown me with jokes comin’ outta yo mouth and shit. Wanna insult my appearance? You got no room to talk. You’d get knocked the fuck out of it! At any stage, I can show you that my skills are sure to amaze. You fuck wit Lee, and I’ll raise enough hell to set the Creator ablaze! Judgin’ by yo attire, you can relate to them gays. I’ma bash you, and if yo mom jumps in? She’ll get so many feet up the ass, it’ll ache for days! So it’s goin’ down. This is a murder in its first degree, Brent, you can try me, but you still gonna get wrecked for free. Ya know my rhymes are the nicest, and my fist cut through flesh like torture devices. They say a picture’s worth a thousand words; yours just says “GINGIVITIS!” What’s yo point? You can call me an Asian Eminem wannabe. Get yo facts right, bitch! I’m BLACKANESE! And I’m the type of guy that wishes the devil WOULD try me! How many times have I unleashed my wrath and bitches felt it? And you facin’ me will only cause you to fail, bitch! The fact is YOU ain’t on my level. It’s like havin’ a snowball fight in hell with the devil! You just a faggot with bitch tits. I’ll beat ya within an inch of yo life, and there won’t be no witness, ‘Til you be takin’ so much punishment that docs’ll be forced to “Reeve idolize” your health Without Christopher admiring ya fitness! I bet you write down all your promos, spend six months rehearsin’. Heh, you’d go weak in the knees if you just saw me in person. This is a sure loss for you. You just can't face it. I can SMELL your defeat, and I’m sure you can TASTE it. Cuz I’ma run through you like I was a Range Rover. Get ready, bitch, cuz this is a takeover. So, go ahead, call me a wannabe. That shit don’t even offend me. I’ma hit yo head so hard, it's gonna be like Cotto AND Rocky! And you don’t want me to get my hands on a mike. Cuz that’s like handin’ Charles Manson a knife. It’d take ONE verse to cancel yo life. It packs more venom than a tarantula’s bite! So whatchu gonna do, faggot? We can go toe to toe, me and you, maggot! Bitch, what you say or do doesn’t mean shit. In that squared circle, I’ll run through you like Juggernaut, BITCH! I learned how to wrestle, and it just stuck wit me. You been doin’ this for years, and you STILL CAN’T FUCK WIT ME! If I’m in a ring, you gettin’ knocked out. And it don’t matter if I was Tyson, Ali or Pacquiao! After I watched yo shit, I knew I was gonna win. I’ma crush you, then feed your lines back to ya. HOW’S THAT FOR YOUR OWN MEDICINE? You gotta understand I’m a fuckin’ beast, son. I’m technically superior. You ain’t gonna win this one! So if I was you, I’d stop actin’ hard and just no-show. Cuz you so soft, I’d EAT YOU with my MOUTH TAPED CLOSED! See, my fists burst jaws. I'm quick to expose yo worst flaws. I had ya “tariff-eyed” from the start without observing import laws! I bet you know you gonna lose, and that there’s many reasons why I’m the best. But you just can’t put yo finga on it, like a drunk’s nose during a sobriety test! This ain’t no Mortal Kombat, but I’ll have a Fatality finished like the playoffs can. This week, guess who’s gonna be buried deep in the sand? You jock oftenly, and you copy my fight style awfully. After I'm done witcha, I’ma leave you conscious enough just so you know how it feels to LOSE TO ME! HAHA! ItzLEEyuhBITCH! [/size][/font][/center] Fade.
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:34:34 GMT -5
Segment: Searchin (Credit: Freeman)
The camera fades in to show one of ACW’s backstage interviewers, Kevin Anderson.
Kevin: Well, as most fans saw, a week ago, on Warfare Jonny Hughes seemingly completely snapped and assaulted Jason Freeman right in the middle of the ring. Many thought that he’d be out of action indefinitely, but no, Freeman stated that he WOULD be here tonight, and looking for revenge. Well, I have just been informed that he indeed IS in the building tonight…and…well…actually, here he is now!
The camera turns and there indeed is Jason Freeman, walking quickly forward, seemingly having just arrived. The fans boo a bit as they see him, as he isn’t exactly very popular with them. It’s hard to ignore the lead pipe that he holds in his hand. He still looks banged up, and not in 100% shape, but he is definitely here. And he is definitely ready for a fight.
Kevin: Freeman, some are saying that showing up tonight is absolutely crazy, given the fact that Jonny Hughes has stated that---
Freeman: Quiet. Quite frankly, I don’t care what Jonny Hughes has stated. I know exactly what he said, but I’m not bothered by it. He attempted to take me out, and he failed, and now he’s going to pay the consequences. I’m not concerned at all. In fact, the only thing that I’m concerned with right now, is one question…and that question is…have you seen Jonny Hughes?
He looks at Kevin coolly, asking the question as casually as he may have asked about the weather, but clearly it’s much more important than that. Freeman is here with the intention to do damage, and all he has to do now is find Hughes. Kevin thinks for a moment before looking back up.
Kevin: No, actually I haven’t, but I---
Freeman: Well, in that case, you aren’t of much use to me, are you?
Kevin: Well, I---
Freeman: If you see him, please let me know.
And just like that, he turns and walks off, after picking the lead pipe up to eye level, and looking at it for a second. Kevin seems a bit flustered, as this interview has not gone as well as he had hoped it would, and so there’s nothing left to do but close off.
Kevin: Well, um…there you have it folks…
Will Freeman get his revenge tonight? Or will Hughes make good on his promise to take Freeman out permanently?
Fade
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:35:02 GMT -5
Segment: Leading the Revolution Credit: Steele n’ Lee
It’s hard to notice at first, but when you think about it… time goes by fast. Extremely fast actually. One minute you’re brand new in the eyes of everybody, and no matter how big of a game that you talk, you always are pushed to back it up. Then… after all of the trials, and tribulations, you somehow find yourself here. In the spotlight, with a chance. One of the many that will be presented in front of you, or possibly the last. It all depends on the dedication you have, and most of all… patience. Patience can sometimes make or break you, and it’s up to you to figure out how much patience that you truly have.
This can be said about a few men in ACW; one of those men being none other than Jake Steele. Recently, Steele has tried his best to show patience. Whether it be getting banned from ACW, finding out the truth about his half brother, Dan White, or simply trying his best to keep himself restrained while Zero was under power. Though now, it seems that his patience has worked wonders for him, because after the real Chairman returned last week, Zero lost all of his newfound power and Steele found himself holding the ACW World Title high up into the air after finally getting some of his revenge on the World Champ, but of course not all of it… And why am I speaking of this situation you may be asking? Well, because I needed some opening description to get the segment going! Plus, Jake Steele is seen walking through the hallways of ACW following his speech with XS3, as this scene opens.
Steele, possibly headed to his locker room strolls down the halls, until to the left of him he sees… JAKE CHENG!? Holy shit, I thought he retir-- … wait a minute… Why does Cheng look more… street? Motherfucker! I’ve influenced him! Hold up… that’s not Cheng. It’s a weird, odd fusion of the two; the new kid in ACW, Lee Homicide. He’s in a circle of random stagehands and workers, and he’s rapping. Steele stands to the side and listens real quick.
Lee: Tha MVP is simply me/There ain’t one muthafucka who could match mah steeze/I burn hot like fiya, but I’m still cool like da breeze/You can’t see me, naw, you CAN’T BE LEE!
Steele - …Dat was pretty ill.[/color]
Lee looks to his right and turns around when he sees Jake Steele. Lee, a bit defensive, looks him up and down with confusion as he scratches his head.
Lee: Whoa, bra! Who da fuck iz you to be interruptin’ mah rhymes?!
Steele - Who da fuck am I? Who da fuck am I? … I’m Jake Steele, bitch![/color]
Lee: Jake Steele? Iz you dat thief from the 80s detective series?
Steele - Naw, bitch, dat was Remington Steele.[/color]
Lee: Iz you dat mid-20th century civil rights activist?
Steele - Naw, brutha, dat was Reverend Charles Kenzie Steele.[/color]
Lee: Da bassist from Fine Young Cannibals?
Steele - Naw, dude, dat’s David Steele.[/color]
Lee: Da pseudonym of Australian author Arthur Hoey Davis?
Steele - Steele Rudd.[/color]
Lee: Da three-time winner of the AVN Male Performer of the Year award?
Steele - Lexington Steele.[/color]
Lee: Da dude from “Platoon”?
Steele - Um...uh...[/color]
Steele is actually spun for a loop here as he madly scrambles for any semblance of an answer.
Steele - Willem Dafoe![/color]
Lee: AAAAAAAAW! No, the answer we was lookin’ for was “Tom Berenger.” Thanks for playing da game, though.
Steele - Naw, man, it’s cool. It was an honor just to be here--WATE A MINURT![/color]
Lee unleashes a haughty guffaw at having gotten the better of the One Man Revolution.
Steele - How you gon’ come up in here and NOT know who I am? For real, my name is in all da headlines son. You need to do more research nigga.[/color]
Lee begins snickering to himself and pointing at Steele, who looks at him and keeps wondering “what the hell is so funny?” Then Lee now shakes his head explains himself.
Lee: Yo, just chillax, homie. Ya best believe Notorious One-Three-Three knows all. Just like I know that you are one of da biggest talkas in ACW. You got no shortage of trash to talk, but you don’t eva back dat shit up.
Steele - What? Nigga you must not know ‘bout my skills son. I am a former International Champion, and Tag Team Champion! Plus I got a whole row of awards in my home playboy. I’mma star, and I’m gon’ tell you just like I told Zero, I AM da next World Cham-[/color]
Lee: Hold up, hold up. I forgot that you the nigga who’s tryin’ to “dethrone” that pussy Zero. Dat cat could suck on a Diglett for all I care. Who does that fucka think he is, tryin’ ta fire me last week? He real sketch. Shit, if I could be bothered to deal with triflin’ bitches, I’d take him out now. But, nah, I got some other punk ass named Garland to get ready to whip. Way too important to let Zero stick his greasy nose into it. So, yeah, I’ma be on my way.
Lee dusts his shoulder off and tries to brush past Steele, but just as he goes to Steele suddenly jumps in front of him, blocking his way.
Lee: Da hell you’s doin’?
Steele - Hold on a second… you know man, us Brooklyn cats, we gotta stick together. Walk with me, talk with me. I got a idea..[/color]
Just then, Steele throws his arm around the shoulder of Lee, who looks back at him with a “WTF” look on his face. He throws Steele’s arm off of him, but decides to walk with him and hear out what he has to say. As we fade.
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:35:30 GMT -5
Match - Lee Homicide vs. Brent "Badger" Garland Credit - encryptic Philip - The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Lights cut to black as a thick fog begins billowing up around the entrance. Some faraway old-school Chinese instrumentals ring sharply through the air until it’s suddenly cut by a thunderous yell of... N.Y. ‘TIL I DIE! [/size][/font][/center] With that, the funky, upbeat intro to “Come Original” by 311 hits as a cascade of pyro shoots up from the stage. A lone spotlight shines on the entryway, but there’s no one to be found there. Eventually, the spotlight begins scanning the audience, searching for the man of the hour. After a brief survey of the scene, it finally settles on Lee Homicide. He kneels on one knee with his head hung low in reverence. After a brief silent moment to himself, Lee flicks his hood back to his face, then bursts up onto his feet and starts his march toward the ring. As he wades through the scrum of fans, they offer him plenty of slaps on the back. When Lee reaches the barricade, he hops over and then slides into the ring. He settles into his corner, making sure to give his dogtags a kiss for good luck as he awaits the bell. Edison - And ACW welcomes the debut of Lee Homicide! McNaily - Let's see if he holds a candle to the hype built around him. As Lee Homicide waits for the oncoming match, the silence is broken... NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP! NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN! As "Never Gonna Give You Up" plays over the speakers, Brent Garland slowly walks out from behind the curtain and eyes everything awkwardly as he glances at his titontron. Lee sort of laughs a bit as Garland decides to go with it and raises his sign in the air, ripping it apart in disgust of the fans. As it rips and he tosses it to the ground, the music continues, Brent heading towards the ring with an angry look on his face. Edison - What in the world... McNaily - Looks like Dan White is having fun... Garland continues to go with it as he hops onto the ring apron, the angry look vanishing as he returns to yelling at the fans... "ACW ACW ACW! As Garland gets in the ring, he stares at his opponent, the ref getting into position as he calls for the bell. *ding ding ding Garland and Homicide exchange looks before heading towards the middle of the ring where they begin to talk smack... Garland slapping Lee harshly and knocking him back a bit. As Garland smiles and nods, Lee connects with a right hand! Edison - Garland felt that one! Badger's eyes shift quickly as he revives the angry look, turning back towards Lee, another right hand connecting! As Badger's reeled back, Lee grabs hold... Snapmare! Chop to the Back! Roundhouse Kick to the Temple! One/Kickout! Lee lifts Badger back to his feet as he gets the crowd behind him and goes to continue, Quick Kick connecting from Badger! Garland rushes in, in retaliation! Toe Kick doubling Lee over! Shoulder to the back of the head! Garland hits the ropes... Shoulder Block sending Lee to the mat! One/Kickout! Edison - A back and forth match up so far. McNaily - Looks like Badger's getting into an ACW match! Badger gets up quickly and pulls Lee up to his feet, grabs the wrist with a go behind and lock in a Hammer Lock! Lee flings himself around the ring for a bit looking to break the lock, Badger's grip weakening as Lee turns around, another open hand slap from Garland! Lee is reeled back as Garland runs in with a clothesline... Ducked under, Lee grabbing hold, Release German Suplex! One!
T/Kickout! Edison - Lee's getting back into it! McNaily - Both men are back up! Garland groggily staggers, Inverted Atomic Drop! Hits the ropes... Running Calf kick! Back to the ropes... Senton Splash missing as Garland rolls out of the way and bakc to his feet... Senton Splash from Garland to the cover! One!
Two!
T/Kickout! Lee is angrily yanked to his feet as Garland calls for an early finish, locking Lee's head in place... Lee reversing Shattered Halo connecting! One!
Two!
Thr Kickout! The crowd is completely behind Homicide as he is now in the driver's seat. Lee waits for Badger to rise as he looks for the opening... D.U.D. ducked under! Brain Damage ducked! Lee grabs Garland's arm, Irish Whip! Garland reversing! Lee grabbing the ropes 0 N attempt, Garland moving as Lee crashes violently to the mat! Garland takes the advantage and attempts to lock Lee's legs, Lee trying to fight him off! Edison - Lee's off his back! McNaily - And going back on the offense! Garland runs in as Lee readies, Garland going low, Dropkick to the knee! Lee hits his face against the mat as Garland hops back up as the crowd boos loudly! Garland grabs onto Lee and pulls him up, Discus Elbow Smash to Garland! Lee lifts Garland onto his shoulders... Garland falling behind as Lee turns around... Badger's Roar! One!
Two!
Th/Kickout! Garland looks frustrated and gets back up, the announcers chiming in. Edison - Lee just won't go away! McNaily - He's showing why he belongs here in ACW! As Garland gets Lee up to his feet once more, he readies another attempt Brain Damage! ducked!!! D.U.D. connecting!!! Badger is stunned and staggers... Strait Extinction One!
Two!
Three! Philip - Here is your winner... Lee Homicide! Edison - What a fast paced contest that was! McNaily - Badger's rolling out from under the ring, a mic being passed to Lee. Edison - This was the first loss for Garland and, McNaily - Lee Homicide is celebrating his victory in style with the fans...
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:36:04 GMT -5
Segment - Triple Threat! Credit - Chris Phenomenal, Lee Homicide, encryptic
The concluding bell is the sweetest of serenades to the ears of Lee Homicide. The fans shower him with adulation as he basks in the pride of his first ever ACW victory. Judging by the crowd’s reaction, they must be hoping that this can only mean the start of something great. Another soul who isn’t nearly as enthused, though, would be Brent “Badger” Garland, the man who got the short end of the wishbone during this exchange. As Lee goes batshit in celebration of his win, Garland makes his way to the backstage area in a huff. Right before he’s about to slip from sight, however, Lee snatches a mike from Phillip and speaks fully.
Lee: YO! Yoyoyoyoyoyo! YO! Brent, bra, where da fuck do you think you iz goin’, trippin’ like dat? Whacthu gonna do now, huh? Put on a DVD of “Beaches” and cry yo’self to sleep over a pint of Ben & Jerry’s? Haha! You probably iz thinkin’ I got “lucky” tonight or whateva, but, rest assured, I’ma put that thought to rest for GOOD! Y’see, there ain’t a single world in which you could beat me. Today, tomorrow, yesterday, it just don’t matter! So, what I’m thinking is you throw me into the little tea party you gots planned with Chris Phenomenal this upcoming pay-per-view and we make it a THUH-REE WAAAAAAAIIIIII!
The fans erupt in support of this idea. They clearly are geeked up at the prospect of seeing Lee in the very near future.
Lee: Whadya think, Ayseedubbya? If you wanna see Lee Homicide bash not one, but TWO muthafuckas...
STAAAAAAAAAAAAAND UUUUUUUUUUUUUP!
And stand up they do. As if the bedlam within the ACW Arena could intensify even further, the chaos finally reaches critical mass with this new proposal by Lee. Now all that’s left is for the Badger to solidify the deal.
As Badger looks on, Lee standing with a big smile, "Superstars" by Jim Jones begins to play, Chris Phenomenal coming out with a microphone and zoning in on Lee Homicide...
Chris Phenomenal - Lee, you want a match... You got a match!
At Bloody Valentine, I will get my revenge in the form of beating you down! It'll be Lee Homicide against Chris Phenomenal, the two of us showing why we belong in the big time!
I wanted revenge, but you got it for me... It'll be a warzone between the two of us!
Lee - Yo that's
Badger - Hold on a minute!
McNaily - Where'd Badger get that mic from?
The crowd boos Garland as he stares between the two others in the arena.
Badger - You two are a pain in my ass you know!
I already accepted one match up for Bloody Valentine, this punk Chris who's turned his back on himself! You want a match up too Lee? You want another go at Brent Garland?!
You just got lucky you little weasel, remember that! I've been doing this shit for a long time and I know exactly the type of guy you are...
Bloody Valentine's right over the horizon, and I'll be damned if I let an opportunity to put you two in your places as easily as this pass me by! No matter is the fans deserve it, which they don't, and no matter who else in the back would like Garland to kick their ass at Bloody Valentine... I accept!
Brent Garland, Chris Phenomenal, and Lee Homicide... And that's all I got to say!
As Garland drops his mic on the ramp, he heads up the rest of the entranceway, pushing Chris aside after spitting at the ground around him. Lee continues to pander to the crowd as Chris gets a big smile on his face, the segment cutting away...
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:36:23 GMT -5
Segment: Finally some REAL revenge. (Credit: Jonny Spade) Friday Febuary 20th 2009 The scene opens up in a blinding light which is heard by unidentified voice. After a little while the blinding light disappears and the voice gets a voice. The scene shows none other than Jonny Spade driving a car with apparently the camera man in the car next to him in the passenger seat. Camera Man: So where we off to? Jonny Spade: Oh its just a friends place of mine. I just need to pick up something. As they continue driving along and chit chatting about random stuff here and there, they finally arrive in front of an a apartment building. Both men hop out of the car and walk to the main door of the building. Just as they get to the door a woman is seen leaving through the front door. Jonny runs up the few steps and catches the door before it closes and locks. The woman stands just next to him a at the bottom of the steps and asks him… Woman: Excuse me but who are you? I’ve not seen you at this building before. Jonny: Oh I am just filming a documentary on one of the tenants here, hence the camera. Woman: Oh and who would that be? Jonny: Oh it’s on Mr. Jefferson. Woman: Oh him, I know him. Okay. As the woman walks away Jonny and the camera guy walk into the building and ask the man at the front desk for his apartment number. Room 214, perfect. Jonny and the camera man walk over to the stairs and begin walking up to the next floor. Once the door to the stairwell closes though, the camera man has only one question to ask.Camera Man: You’re gonna trash his place aren’t you? Jonny: Mhmm. They make their way out of the stairwell and walk out into the hallway and find room 214. The sign on the door says, “Jack of all Trades. Jack Jefferson”. Jonny smirks to himself and then reaches into his pockets as if he’s looking for something.Jonny: You got a paper clip? Camera Man: No? Jonny shrugs and looks down both ends of the hall way and then with one swift kick he knocks open the door into his apartment. He then quickly looks around to see if anybody comes out of their apartments but sees nobody he closes goes in and closes the door behind them both and rubs his hands together. Jonny: Now the fun shall begin. Jonny casually walks into the apartment and begins browsing around. He spots a statue…
Jonny: Oooo this is a nice one.
He then lets it slip out of his fingers and it falls to the ground.
Jonny: Whoops clumsy me. *smacks forehead*
Jonny then continues walking around the open concept apartment and finds himself at the Kitchen island counter. He slides across it and opens the fridge to find some beers in there.
Jonny: Hey man, you thirsty?
Camera man: Yea sure am.
Jonny: Here. CATCH!
Jonny reaches into the fridge and finds the last two beers in the fridge and tosses one over to his direction where he catches it with one hand. And in an impressive task he uses his teeth to open the beer cap. They both chug it but Jonny spits it out soon after.
Jonny: Ewwwww. This tastes like ass.
Jonny tosses it behind him and it crashes onto the floor. He slides back over the counter and then makes his way over to the bedrooms where he finds a guitar there laying on the side against the wall. He picks it up and admires it.
Jonny: Hmm, now this is a quality made guitar. Probably costs a good 2g’s; it be a definite shame if something were to happen to it.
Jonny grabs it by the neck and smashes it against a tv that he keeps in the bedroom. Say good bye to 40 inches of Plasma!
Jonny: Now that’s a master piece of art. I’ve always wanted to be an artist.
Jonny sits on Jefferson’s bed and the camera man focuses the camera on him
Jonny: Now Jack, I could come up with something witty to say or do to prove my point about how the facts would show that your no more than a cheater like the next guy. On both separate occasions we fought you resorted to using some sort of cheap tactic to get the win on me. As far as that tells me you are still scared of me and you know you can’t beat me. So --
Camera Man: Yo dude! I think I hear someone coming!
Jonny stops in midsentence and pulls out a playing card of the Ace of Spades and tosses it onto his bed. The two of them exit the room and just as they are about to leave Jonny can’t help but see another big screen TV. He grabs a chair and tosses it across the room which crashes into it and falls over. Jonny smirks and then peaks out of the door into the main hallway and sees the man at the front desk walking over with someone else. Jonny casually exits the room closing the door behind him and begins walking down the hallway. He gives a nod to the two men and they do the same back to him. As they exit back into the stairwell they rush down the stairs and back into Jonny’s car.
Jonny: We got one more stop on this roadtrip of ours.
End Scene.
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:36:47 GMT -5
Segment: Congratulations, I Want My Rematch (Credit: Train/RDK)
Gourmet Race Metal Mix plays over the ACW arena and the crowd boos loudly as Thunder Train walks out. With him he is carrying RDK's Oscar. He smirks as he makes his way down to the ring, holding the Oscar high above his head. The crowd boos this even more as Train gets into the ring.
Thunder Train: I'm sure we've all seen the footage from last week. I'm sure all of you have youtubed it over the past few days and have seen that I was screwed out of what should have been my International Championship. For those who have been living under a rock let me show you what happened.
Train points to the Alphatron.
Thunder Train: Now, from what you all see, RDK rolled me up fair and square. But if you look at it from another angle you will see that RDK actually had my tights in his hands while rolling me up.
Similar footage to before plays, but it's from a side angle. It can be clearly seen that RDK did have Train's tights for about a second then he let go and put his hand on the mat for support.
Thunder Train: See! You all can see clear as day, that I was screwed out of my belt! And that's why Macho Man, I want my rematch. But Macho won't give me my rematch. And if you saw last night, at the Academy Awards, I took matters into my own hands and that is why I have this, the Oscar for Best Actor. Originally going to be given to Macho Man RDK, but it is now mine. So RDK, I have a challenge for you. At Bloody Valentine, we have a match. Winner take all. You win, I give you back your Emmy and you keep your International title. If I win, I get both, your Emmy and your title. What do you say Macho?
"Macho Man" plays over the arena and the crowd stands on their feet cheering, as RDK walks down to the ring, with his International Title in his hand. He makes a B line down to the ring and stands up on the turnbuckle to pose. He raises up his belt, much to the applause of the crowd. He then enters the ring and grabs a microphone for himself.
Macho: BRUDAH BRUDAH BRUDAH! You need to stop your whining Jabroni! The Macho Man won that match without cheating and you know it. You are just trying to get these people to feel sorry for you so that you can get another match! [/i]
Thunder Train: No Macho, I don't care about what these people say or what they do. BOOOOOOO!!! What I do care about is holding championship gold. And Macho, you are standing in my way of getting that. So I want my rematch and I want it now.
Macho: Listen up chunk-ass, I don't have to give you a rematch! You and Zero aren't in charge anymore. [/i]
Thunder Train: Come on Macho, if you are so sure that you weren't cheating and that it wasn't a fluke give me my rematch. And I know that you want your Emmy back to. I mean you worked really hard on getting it. Turning your back on ACW and such.
Macho: Jabroni, I am sick of you running your mouth. I will face you, and I will shut you up once and for all OoOoOoOoOoO YEEEEEEEEAH! MACHO MA-YUN![/i]
Thunder Train: So, that's a yes?
Macho: What part of OoOoOoOoOoOo YEEEEEEEEAH don't you understand, tits?[/i]
Thunder Train: ...Good. But you need to realize something RDK, I am undefeated on Pay Per View. I have not been pinned or submitted in the year that I have been here. So you're gonna have to be ready...Oh and Macho, by the way.
Train smashes the Emmy against the head of RDK. RDK goes down and Train drops the award. He begins to punch on RDK and busts RDK open a little bit. Train then grabs the International Title and raises it up. The crowd boos and Train poses, but what Train doesn't see is RDK getting up behind him. The crowd begins to cheer and Train yells out "That's Right!" suddenly, Train gets turned around RDK Rock Bottom's him down. The crowd cheers as RDK has gotten his revenge for the cheap shots the past few days.
RDK begins to beat down Train, similar to what happened to him. Security though, begins to rush down, much to the dismay of the crowd. They attempt to pry off RDK from Train, but it isn't doing much good. More and more security rush out and RDK is finally pulled away from Train. Train slides out of the ring and grabs the Emmy and runs back up the stage. He holds it up to mock the Macho Man while RDK stares him down with VIPER LIKE EYES! "Macho Man" plays over the arena as we fade out. One thing is for sure, at Bloody Valentine, these two will have a hell of a match...
Fade to black...
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:37:39 GMT -5
Segment: Redemption is JOY (Credit: FSX)
The air is now more clear then it has been in months. The fog of evil and anonymity that has been clouding ACW is finally beginning to clear as a decisive few return to their old ways, doing everything they can to be the very best they can be...and ignoring all temptation that may stray them otherwise. Where drugs, sex and rock & roll is finally put on the back burner, so the focus can finally lay on more important things. One such thing in particular relates to a man that has been lost in a purple haze for quite a few weeks. After what appeared to be a very successful rehabilitation effort taking place last Thursday, Fallen has his head held high as he makes his way into the arena. He has nothing to be worried about, or in turn ashamed of anymore. Everything has turned out for the best, and he has a chance to live the life that he always wanted too! The past forgotten, the future shining! The best case scenario for him...but it's not quite that easy.
Even if he walks down the hallways in the backstage area with a gleaming smile, and an amazing ray of confidence shining from him notably in the process, the stares he received were anything but forgiving. Even if Fallen was ready to forget everything that happened in the past month it was rather evident that everyone else wasn't about too. He had been a crude, heartless bastard -- and that's putting it nicely! Whether or not he redeems himself is something yet to be seen, but for the moment he seems just as chipper as the day he won the World Title!
FSX: Finally, after all of this time I'm back to normal! I gotta say, I really do feel great! My life is back on track again, and nothing could possibly go wrong...Well, things could potentially go wrong. But they won't! You know why? Because they've been going wrong for a fucking month, and I deserve a break from that bullshit!
Grumbling softly under his breathe as he looks down for a moment, he would soon gaze up to the camera. It appeared as if he was searching for the proper words in order to truly express everything that he has gone through, summarizing it to a single sentence of acceptance and forgiveness. However, in contrast, he was actually waiting on some human contact. With everyone sour on him, he had to get it anywhere he could!
FSX: Well? Don't you agree?!
Cameraman: Oh...your talking to me?
Seeming quite peeved a moment, he turned the glare to the camera. Clearly quite frightened and well aware of Fallen's history, it appeared the man was ready to run away if Fallen didn't lower his guise. Hesitating a brief moment, a calmer expression would come to the Tag champions face as he rested back to the wall once more.
FSX: Of course I'm talking to you! Who else is here? The fans watching at home? I don't talk to people I can't hear talk back to me..dumbass.
Cameraman: Ah...I just figured you went completely insane.
A quirky smile reaching Fallen's lips, he would ever so slightly shake his head as he gave the slightest of shrugs, almost mocking the man.
FSX: Nah, that's not until later. Not to say it will happen, but it's pretty likely. You know, given my track record and all.
Cameraman: Ohh, I know. I can see that...uh...speaking of your track record.
The smile on his face beginning to grow, Fallen would push himself away from the wall and move quite abnormally close to the camera, staring into it as a twinkle of familiar insanity reached his eyes. The real Fallen Souls still exists, it seems. He just needs time to come out and beat up the innocent again.
FSX: What about it? Beating up innocent camera guys and widowing their families for my own amusement? I'm taking the night off, no worry!
Cameraman: I'd still feel safer if you stopped talking to me.
Giving a sigh, Fallen would be quick to look away and begin a slow walk down the hallway, waving for the cameraman to follow him. It seems he intended to get philosophical for the moment, and the only way he knew how to do so was walking down a hallway, reminiscing about times long since past.
FSX: Well..I would, but I don't have anything else to do. All my loose ends were effectively tied up on Meltdown! I got off of the medication that was ruining my life. I sent a lofty message to Evans that he couldn't possibly ignore. I saw my buddy was back from the dead, with his fancy god powers again! I even got to have a second chance with the love of..uh...well..no more cheesy stuff. People will complain. Regardless, what's left after all of that? I mean, I suppose I could train for my match against Zero, or maybe attack Evans..but that stuff kinda comes naturally.
Cameraman: Well, what about Joytoy?
Coming to an immediate halt in his walk, Fallen's head twisted to stare to the camera once again. They guy had a point, after all. Kiss had told him to go and look after her on Meltdown, but he was far too busy getting his own life in order. He didn't intend to forget or anything, even if he had no desire of seeing her, but he couldn't stop kicking himself a bit over it.
FSX: ...Oh shit, I was supposed to pick her up on Meltdown wasn't I? Aw...damn it! What are the chances that something bad could happen to her, anyway?
Cameraman: Well, she was recently raped for looking after her comatose boyfriend. My guess is chances are pretty high that something bad happened.
Contemplating the situation seriously for a moment, he searched for responsibility in the affair if something bad was to befall her. The excuse of a grown woman being able to take care of herself flashed by his mind a few times, but considering what he had already done to her..if something else occurred now he would be at fault. He knew better, and he should be there to help. Looking a bit frustrated as this comes to mind, he hangs his head a moment as he grips his fists.
FSX: ...Fuck...it would be my fault too, wouldn't it? She's already kinda been through alot...Alright, that will kill some time tonight. I'll go and find her! Make sure nothing bad happened to her, and undoubtedly be forgiven for anything that I happened to do to her! Win-win scenario! Where was she seen last?
Cameraman: I think A.C. Evans has her.
FSX: Guess I better hurry then...He has a tendency to kill people well trying to get into my head...Ah, this is gonna be a long night isn't it?
Looking back to the camera for a moment with a bleak expression, he gave a small wave to it before slowly sulking off in his search. He usually had more energy associated with such things, but given recent circumstances he had no passion for saving someone he didn't really care about. Fallen had always been one to care for those that were inherently good, and that may very well be the case for Joytoy, but after what happened..she only reminded him of his own evil. He wanted nothing to do with her...This would all be such an ordeal.
Fade to black.
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:38:40 GMT -5
Segment: Back Down (Credit: Zero)
In a dark room sits a man, recently deprived of his rightful (or so he thought) duties as an executive. Sitting in the pitch black, he sits patiently in the former office where he conducted business. Fading into our next scene, we cut to the backstage area where it is the Chairman walking down the halls once again. With a look of annoyance on his face, Gingerdude marches into his office, expecting to find - well, nothing in there that shouldn't be. As he flicks the light on though, he is presented with a surprise, one that he's rather actually glad to see. It's Jay Zero sitting down, resting comfortably in Ginger's chair, a place that Zero often found comfort in as his days as Commissioner. After getting past the initial "shock" of seeing his World Champion sitting in the dark, Ginger raises his eyebrows and slowly ascends forward towards the desk, looking straight at Zero. Wearing a stylish black and white t-shirt and dark blue jeans, he sits back in the chair just enough for us to catch a glimpse of the ACW Championship Title resting upon his lap - but on his face? On his face shows no fear as he returns the look straight at the Chairman, ...no, instead, we see the confidence and assurance that's been on his face since the very first day he entered this office upon joining Alpha Championship Wrestling.
Zero: Well, well - there's the man of the hour!
Mockingly, Zero slowly claps for the Chairman.
Zero: Y'know, I thought I'd find you here!
Ginger puts down some papers and files down oh his desk and chuckles as he looks up at Jay Zero.
Chairman Gingerdude: Well, why wouldn't you? This is - my[/i] office, Jay!
Zero: Oh, of course! I mean, pft, silly me! How EVER could I forget?
And very quickly, Ginger's getting tired of Zero's act.
Chairman Gingerdude: ...Get out of my chair.
Zero shuts his eyes and smiles. Licking his upper lip, he allows himself some time to cherish his last moment in this seat, behind the desk of a leader. Zero takes a deep breath and opens his eyes, looking up at Ginger.
Zero: This feels right, Ging. It does. Me sitting here, -- wow! Pfff, I mean it's just a perfect fit, y'know? The big corner office! The important oak desk! Then there's this wonderful, plump leather chair! And of course, the Commissioner behind it all! It's the perf--
Chairman Gingerdude :Yes, well you're not "Commissioner." You're Jay Zero and all you are is another one of my employees, so get up. Now.
Zero stops in mid-sentence and looks right into the Chairman's eyes. He's not joking. But of course, Zero isn't giving in.
Zero: That's all I am? Hm.. I could have sworn that I was also the Alpha Championship Wrestling Heavyweight Champion! Isn't that right? Or did all those rays ya caught out on the beach wipe that from your damn mind too?
Chairman Gingerdude: I'm serious, get ou--
Zero: Nah, shut your mouth, alright! I'm talking, so you best listen!
Ginger's eyes open wide as he can't believe what he's hearing.
Chairman Gingerdude: ...Excuse me?
Zero: You heard me!
Chairman Gingerdude: Just who - in the hell do you think you are?
Zero rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
Zero: Oh - Give it UP! My god, what, you honestly expect me to believe this right now? You're just going to stand there in front of me and try to put on this "mean guy" act as if I'm supposed to be scared of you right now? Yeah right! I couldn't care less that you're back and I couldn't care less that you've decided to "punish" me with Jake Steele! Ginger, besides the fact that you're trying to make yourself look like the big, bad "Chairman" and I'm no longer Commissioner, nothing's changed here! I don't need to be called Commissioner, as far as I'm concerned and as far as everybody else in ACW is, I'm still callin' the shots!
Chairman Gingerdude: Is that so?
Zero: As long as I hold this Heavyweight Championship, I'm going to remain on top Ginger, and that means I still have my authority! I'm still running this show, whether ya like it, or not!
Ginger takes a deep breath.
Chairman Gingerdude: Well then, Mr. Zero - if you honestly feel that way, then great. It's now going to be my wish - no, my priority that you find yourself losing that Championship title whether it be at Bloody Valentine or at any other date and time! Mr. Zero, I'm not expecting you to be afraid of me - I'm expecting you to be down right frightened at the mere fact that I hold control over your contract right now and at any moment that I feel the need, I can easily continue to dock your pay until you're not worth a single penny! Mr. Zero, after what you've done not only to Craig Lewis, but to my entire company, I hold the power to ruin you - and there's nothing you can really do about it right now, is there? You're under contract with me : I own you, and that precious little Championship title of yours!
Zero: Oh give me a damn break.
Zero slams his fist down onto the desk and stands up, pushing the chair out from behind him. Looking slightly ticked off, he grabs his Championship title and glares at the Chairman.
Zero: Oh what is it?! You want me to beg Ginger? Ya want me to get on my hands and knees and BEG for you to spare me?! Well that's not happening! I'm sick and tired of having to listen to people like you that know absolutely nothing just come out of the blue and immediately point the finger at me! I had nothing to do with what happened to Craig Lewis and that is a damn well FACT! All that I happened to do was see my opening and then I took it! After Craig was gone from ACW, the spot as head honcho was up for grabs, and that's all I ever did, Ginger! THAT'S IT! You're honestly going to try and "punish" me for wanting to save this company?
Chairman Gingerdude: No, I'm not going to try and punish you, I will! You threatened my company, and as far as Craig goes, I may still have no true proof whether or not it was you, but for now, I'm just going to continue believing that it was - and for that, Mr. Zero, I am not happy. That's why not only will you defend your World Title this Saturday, but tonight, you're going to go head to head with another former World Champion named Fallen Souls!
Zero rolls his eyes. He's beaten him before, and he'll do it again.
Zero: You can't just do that. Blaming me for something that you clearly have no evidence of? Pft - it's not even the fact that you're making me face FSX, I'm fine with that! I know I can beat that fool, that's not the damn problem here. It's the fact that you think you're tough and all-knowing, trying to push me around just to gain a little revenge for me running your company better than you ever have before! You can't blame me for what happened to Craig Lewis - you can only blame yourself!
Chairman Gingerdude: Is that so? Well, Mr. Zero as of right now, what I'm judging you by is solely based on your actions as "Commissioner." You made a mockery of my employees, abusing that power that wasn't even rightfully yours! You say I can only blame myself, huh? Well you know something, Jay? I'm not blaming myself for anything - I made the right decision naming Craig Lewis as my Junior Executive : However, you made the wrong choice by doing whatever it is you did in order to take power. And for that, I want to go to the ring, right now. You're going to apologize to each and every single person that you did wrong ever since you assumed the role of Commissioner. Jay Zero - it's time for you to say sorry!
Zero: ...and what the hell makes you think that I'm going to do that?
Ginger leans over his desk, getting rather close to Jay Zero's face.
Chairman Gingerdude: ...Because I[/b] said so!
Zero squints his eyes, trying to stare down deep into Ginger's soul - however, the Chairman isn't backing down. Ginger is quite serious about this situation, and as of right now, it looks as if he truly has the upperhand over the Champion. Will Zero be heading toward the ring as he was told to?
The scene fades out.
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