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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:38:59 GMT -5
Segment: Sometimes Patience Can Wait (Credit: Scott Andrews) Bed laden for another week; I have the best luck with my adversaries don’t I? Too bad they aren’t immune to “bad luck” either. It’s only a matter of time before I find them and crush their stupid little heads together… I’m just glad I’m out of that hospital.
As I wander the backstage of the arena, I begin to realize how stupid I must’ve looked snooping around the car park earlier trying to find a little Goblin…it doesn’t matter, I need to find him, wherever I need to go I will, as long as I get him to talk. And I will get him to talk.
At this stage my legs are sore and my head is still giving me troubles with headaches. Maybe I’ll go have a rest in my locker room.
I enter the room to see my wrestling gear and duffle bag laid out on the chairs. It reminds me I have a match tonight, and not any old match; a match against Thunderkiss. The big jackoff better hope he brought some extra tights cos I’m gonna give him such a fright in the ring he’ll shit himself.
I take a sip of water to alleviate the burning sensation in the back of my throat; cigars will do that to you though.
It didn’t take much longer to realize that there was a glowing orange reflection shining from inside my locker room closet. I didn’t need two guesses to figure out what it was and who put it there; a lit jack-o-lantern left by the Goblin himself. Bastard could’ve burned down my locker room had it’d fallen over. In any case, I grab the pumpkin and put it on the table. I won’t destroy this one, in fact, I’m gonna examine it. Maybe I’ll find a clue or two hidden in this vegetable.
On second thought…[/color] *SPLAT* …I’m more of a hands on sort of a guy.[/color] Scott: Goblin; I’m coming for ya’. Fade Out.
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:39:20 GMT -5
Title: Weekly Radio Show-Week Two Credit: Chris Phenomenal
The following was broadcast on KXRY, one of the radio stations on ACW Island, as well as live with visual on the KXRY website on Friday, February 20th.
Inside of the KXRY studios the host’s of the Friday afternoon talk show are sitting in their respective chairs, the on air light is off and their headsets are around their necks. One man is Jack Harker, a man with a soft baritone and this week a crimson sweater with a white shirt sticking through the neck. His co-host is Scott Demeterious, a man with a slight Scottish accent. cropped jet black hair, and a plain blue polo shirt. They are joined once again by their Friday Afternoon guest in Chris Phenomenal. Last week he went under the guise of Buck Aroo, a cowboy from the wild wild west. This week it appears as if he is not a cowboy, but not Chris Phenomenal either. Instead he is wearing a large blue hat with a black leather band. His shirt is also blue and clipped to his right breast pocket is a hand held speaker. Attached to his belt is an assortment of things, a baton, a taser, a vial of pepper spray, handcuffs, a nine millimetre, a hand held walkie talkie. Quite frankly he would be the enemy of Dan White, a police officer, a copper, a po-po, whatever the hell you want to call them. The On Air light that was previously dark springs to life as the three mean don their headsets
[glow=red,2,300]--On Air--[/glow]
Announcer Voice: Breaking up the monotony of Friday Afternoons, bridging the gap between the boredom of work and the epicness of another Dan White party at Commisioner Gingerdude’s house. This is Jack Harker and Scott Demetrious, with the Friday Afternoon Party, affectionately known as FAP.
Jack Harker: Thanks Chip, we are back live at the KXRY studios on the ACW Island, as well as on our website at krxy.acw.com, proud to bring you another episode of fap, brought to you by SI’s latest Swimsuit edition, which I must say features some stunning shot’s of Bar Rafaeli. That chick is fine, isn’t she Scott.[/I]
Scott looks up from his own issue.
Scott Demeterious: Yeah she is.[/I]
Jack Harker: We are joined this week by the man who was conspicuously absent last week in Chris Phenomenal.[/I]
Chris Phenomenal: I’m sorry but you must have your cheat sheets mis-ordered as my name is most certainly not Chris Phenomenal.
Scott Demeterious: Damnit Jack, get with the program right now we are joined by…joined by…[/I]
Chris comes in with the save.
Chris Phenomenal: Gordon Summer, Sheriff of the ACWPD.
Jack Harker: We are joined in studio by Gordon Summer, Sheriff of the ACWPD. Now Sheriff, you were inactive last week inside the ring, but this week you will take on Will Slaughter. What are your thought’s on him, and what strategy might you use to combat his unique style of offence?
Chris Phenomenal: Inactive last week, last week I was anything but inactive. First we had a 419 over at a location that will go undisclosed. Breaking up a wild party thrown by those hooligan wrestlers. Then we had an incident over at Pet Mart, seems like two people were arguing about ownership of a dog but they split before we got there. Then we have the continued investigation of the attempted murder of Aiden Joseph by Daniel Masterson. I can confirm at this time that charges have not been laid. We had a strange occurrence. A patient over at Midpoint Hospital jumped from the window, down three stories but never the less when we got there we couldn’t find a body. But no man, not even at one hundred percent could survive that. I mean maybe at five hundred percent, but that’s un heard of.
As for Will Slaughter I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m going to be on duty that night, but I know if I was facing Will Slaughter, I would look to use my considerable size advantage to lock him down, don’t let him use his quickness to beat me. It’s a simple strategy but has been proven effective.
Scott Demeterious: You have had an assortment of run in’s with Danny Mainer over the past few weeks. Is it fair to say that there is a mutual dislike between the two of you?
Chris Phenomenal: Any contact I have had with Daniel Masterson over the past few weeks has either been purely coincidental or as a by-product of our investigation into the possible attempted murder of Aiden Joseph. Any and all conduct has strictly adhered to his constitutuional rights, as well as police department procedures. I have no further comment on this matter.
Jack Harker: You’ve been on the ACW roster for a couple of weeks now. Is there anyone that you have noticed a lot, whether it is their in ring work, or the lives they lead outside of the squared circle.
Chris Phenomenal: I don’t really now much about wrestling but I must say that even with the stuff I see on a day to day business, some of the things that AC Evans and the faith do are bone chilling. There is nothing we can really do to stop him either, all we got to do is make sure that no civilians get hurt. Oh and on that note I would like to thank everyone for contributing to our annual charity football game, we raised over thirty five thousand dollars that will go towards prostate cancer research.
Scott Demeterious: I…[/I]
Scott is interrupted as Sting’s radio crackles and a staticky voice comes through.
Voice: We got a six-sixteen in progress at 632 Berkshire Boulevard. Sheriff. you are needed on scene immediately.
Chris Phenomenal: We’ll I hate to cut too cut this short gents, but duty calls.
Jack Harker: Wait before you go, one final question. What’s a six-sixteen.
Chris Phenomenal: A six-sixteen is something that is rarely seen round these parts. It’s means my old lady has made some of her five alarm six bean chilli and it will be ready in fifteen minutes so I need to get going[/I]
With that Chris drops his headset and leaves the studio in a hurry. Jack and Scott look on as the air goes blank.
Jack Harker: Well ladies and gentleman, that was Sheriff Gordon Summer of the ACWPD. We’ll be right back after this commercial break.
Scott Demterious: Right after we get some five alarm-six bean chilli.[/I]
With that the on air light goes dark, Scott and Jack remove their headsets and the scene fades away.
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:39:38 GMT -5
Segment: Neither Here Nor There (Credit: Lee)
I slowly opened my eyes and was immediately aware of the fact that it was almost as if I did not open them at all, as my eyes were met with a sea of overwhelming darkness. I blinked several times, trying to block out the murk in a rather helpless manner, but it did not go away. In fact, it seemed to press on with more persistence now, almost as if it is telling me that the ocean of gloom I am amidst in is not just a figment of my imagination.
Or is it?
Being a victim of the bitch of a disorder called insomnia, sleeping is something that is quite rare to come by for someone like myself. Most of the time, I would feel as if I am drifting between two distant worlds, between reality and the world where the mind would be at peace, where nothing seemed to matter. With my hectic lifestyle, though, words such as peace or rest seemed to be oxymorons when they are said in the same breath as my name. Being on the road for almost the entire year, traveling from once place to another, my body has pretty much given up on trying to adjust itself to the endless range of different time zones. I instead kick into a gear that helps me do the things I need to do. Time is simply a luxury I cannot afford. So it should be quite understandable for me to actually take comfort in the fact that I can't sleep, as that would be eight extra hours on my hands, allowing me to perhaps have some time for myself.
However, the need of rest is becoming more apparent to me as my body slowly began to shut down, and I found myself in many predicaments that would cost me greatly in ways my body would not understand. I remember having half of my body paralyzed for what seemed like centuries during a match in my indie circuit days when I was floored by a much larger opponent. I remember blacking out during one of my autograph signings, promoting the company I work for, only to find myself lying on the ground with camera flashing all around me. I remember being so tired that I cannot even bring myself to eat, which would explain the drastic drop in my weight scale. To put it in simpler words, I am a mess.
So, I suppose it didn't really help that my nerves were firing synapses at a ludicrous rate as I wallowed in anxiety over my in-ring debut. Many would describe me as superhuman, as I have a drive that most people normally don't, but even for someone like me, this is all too much. My body finally gave up, and last I remember, I should be on the floor of my hotel room somewhere, truly asleep for the first time in ages.
Now you could imagine what was going through my mind to find myself faced with nothing but darkness when I reopened my eyes.
I admit, my first thought told me that I was hallucinating. I remember distinctively that stress mixed with lack of sleep could result in heavy hallucinations. The mind can simply take so much before finally speaking back. It was quite a flattering moment, lying there on my back thinking I must have gone crazy or something until I rationalized that if I was indeed a nutter, then it would not make much sense for me to admit that I was crazy. Most of the people I've seen in asylums seemed to insist that they were perfectly fine, in denial of what was obviously a disease. So, going by this logic, I decided to rest on the idea that I must be dreaming an absurdly realistic dream, and perhaps since this is the first time I have slept in a long time, I was having trouble waking up.
I bought myself up to a vertical base with caution, not knowing what exactly my foot is stepping on as there was not a single drop of light in any direction. The feeling of standing in what appeared to be nothing was not the most comforting experience, and the realization that this place--whatever this was--seemingly did not have any gravity at all only made me feel more like some sort of fish, floating aimlessly as I remained trapped in this shroud, this ocean of darkness, darkness which went on endlessly.
Deciding to take a leap of faith, I began to walk and found myself moving along surprisingly steadily as my foot steps down on nothingness, propelling me as I began to cover more ground, or perhaps space if you’re trying to be most accurate. I continued to walk for what felt like an eternity until I realized something strange (though everything that is happening at this moment is quite strange). This place was slowly beginning to change. The darkness was slowly morphing into shapes. The bottomless pit of blackness below me began to transform into solid, rocky-looking ground, and the darkness seemingly began to melt away, leaving me in this new, yet still unfamiliar, environment.
Replacing the darkness is now an extraordinary sight. Standing on the rocky ground, I looked around only to find more rocks in different shapes and sizes, laying around in what I could only assume to be some sort of a cave. It was dimly lit with candles placed on top of two large boulders which were identical to one another, placed on top of a pedestal-like platform, which naturally was also made of rock. Moving closer in curiosity, I noticed that the two boulders were actually in front of what seemed to be a large chair, which was the only inanimate object in the cave that wasn't made of rock. In fact, it shone in the semi-lit cave like a star, illuminating the entire platform and gave out an aura of something that can only be described as priceless.
Astounded and bewildered, I approached the large chair which looked like a throne that belonged to some ancient king. Forgetting that everything around me could very likely be nothing but a dream of some sort, I took two steps closer to the throne, only to stop when I heard a bone-chilling rasp of a voice speak out from behind me.
"Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you."
I turned around, and what stood before me was a sight that you cannot possibly imagine even in your worst nightmares. An exotic creature--at least, that was the only label I can put on it--standing at least ten feet tall towered above me, dressed in a strange, silk-like cloak that covered it like a robe. Its long and filthy fingers moved squeamishly in such a way that it did not seem to belong to the body of this abomination of nature. What truly disturbed me, though, was that this creature did not have its upper face. As a matter of fact, apart from the mouth, which had thin, snake-like lips that contained sharp fangs which can only belong to the most dangerous of creatures, the rest of the face was pressed flat in a semi-circular shape, with the eyes and nose being absent. To complete the freakishly unusual demeanor of this creature, I found it looking back at me through its spread wings, which looked larger than any wing I've ever seen, black and featherless, reminiscent of a bat. Amongst the wing, a dozen blinking eyes looked back at me, large and disgusting, with its pupils being only slightly more than a slit. I gaped at the creature, speechless and immobile, almost too shocked and overwhelmed to even make a run for it, which would usually be my first instinct upon meeting such large and ugly and potentially dangerous creatures.
The creature studied me by tilting its head sideways, and to my disbelief, curled its thin lips into a smug smirk. That was when I realized that the creature actually spoke to me, and before long, it was doing it again.
"You seem surprised. Don't you remember me? And I would think we should be quite accustomed to each other after my paying you a visit so many times already."
The creature spoke in a slow and drawn out voice, which was so raspy that it was impossible to tell if it was a male or a female. Pushing my luck, I decided to answer back, not knowing what on earth was going to happen next.
"What are you?"
Silently hoping that the creature wouldn't eat me or anything like that, I waited for its response.
"Ah, not really the answer I was hoping for. And here I am, thinking we can finally have a nice long chat after everything we have been through."
I frowned in confusion as I watched the creature mutter to itself, before speaking again.
"Maybe you are not familiar to my most original look? Yes, yes. I understand."
Before I could ask it what the hell it was talking about, the creature began to transform into something else, as the ten feet tall nightmare beast turned into a sight I am quite familiar with: a six foot tall skeleton with a black gown over its bony physique, carrying the symbolic scythe that modern day pop culture can easily associate itself with.
"Reaper?!"
The creature did what I assume was a shrug, but in its current state I really couldn't tell.
"If that is what you would prefer to address me as. Of course, people call me many different things. Hindus called me 'Yama.' Japanese called me 'Shinigami.' Greeks called me 'Thanatos.' Lithuanians called me 'Giltine.' Many call me 'Azriel.' But I would think that 'Angel of Death' would suffice, or just 'Death.' The word 'angel' makes me feel like I am one of those disgusting winged brats."
The moment was surreal, watching the Grim Reaper, the Angel of Death itself, conversing with me was something I definitely did not expect. Pulling myself together, I managed to speak, not knowing how Death would take or interpret words from a mortal.
"Eh, OK, Death, what exactly am I doing here?"
Death did not reply but continued to observe me in a thoughtful manner. I waited patiently until a dreadful thought hit me.
Has the Reaper finally come to claim me, once and for all?
"Am I, uh...dead?"
Death finally replied, this time its voice was rather full of sarcasm.
"Dead? No, you are not."
"So what, is this a dream?"
"Let's just say...you are neither here nor there."
I wasn't sure if I understood what it said, but I nodded in a way of trying to comprehend what was going on. Strangely, I now find myself full of questions to ask Death, many that are quite irrelevant to my current standings.
"So, I always wondered, how do you pick who to take away? I mean, do you pick the really religious ones? Or the ones you hate?"
Death looked at me and again replied in a rather mocking manner.
"Do you like rain, Lee?"
"Rain?"
"You know, when drops of water fall out of the sky."
"I KNOW what rain is!"
"Well, the point is that the rain does not recognize anyone as a friend. It drenches all equally. That is how I operate. I do not take the ones I want to. I take the ones that need to go. All this is for the purpose of maintaining balance in your world. When the brothers fight to the death, a stranger inherits their father's estate. One is born; one dies. The land increases; it decreases. Balance needs to be upheld, and I am the one who does the dirty work, the work no one else is willing to do."
"Sure, whatever makes you sleep at night, dude."
Death chuckled, or at least that was what I thought it did.
"First of all...I am not a ‘dude,’ per say. I am not subjected to the limited classifications and labels that you humans, the narrow-minded creatures that you are, place over one another. Haven't you wondered why throughout the history of mankind, I have been described and portrayed as many different things? I can take the form of whatever I choose, which is why I have evaded even the Almighty Himself. They say the last enemy to be destroyed is death. That cannot be further from the truth. See, I do not involve myself in anything that would risk my being destroyed because I come and go. I am virtually invisible, if you will."
Pausing only to allow me to hear its rasp breathing, it continued.
"I did not just say these things just to feed my own ego, mortal. I do what I do because I am ahead--way ahead--of the curve that you humans are treading along. Death is a robe everyone has to wear. I simply take it at the right time to make sure that balance can be kept in your world, so you see why I might be a little bit upset at how the media portrays me in your realm."
This time it was my turn to chuckle.
"Right, like you’re such a humanitarian."
"But I never claimed to be. Understand something, Lee, you humans? You are fickle beings, weak and feeble creatures that only remember God when you are in need of him. But yet, you have no problems going by the book of Lucifer to satisfy the greed and lust that occupies each and every one of your dirty little hearts. Me? I just take out the ones that have done their time or have served their purpose or simply have no purpose to serve, so new ones can then replace them, and thus the cycle continues. If you are building a house and the nail breaks, do you stop building, or do you change the nail? Exactly. But you humans won't understand that unless reality slaps you in the face, no? See, a man is like a fattened ox, it would only give its fat when it has been deprived of its life. Greed, corruption, selfishness, all this shall lead to your race's eventual downfall. So, yes, Lee, you can stand there, just like the rest of your kind, and point the finger at me all you want, but, really, I am just ‘taking out the trash,’ so to speak."
I remained silent for a moment, taking in what Death has said, as it watched me from where it was, humming what inexplicably was “This is Halloween” by Danny Elfman. I admit, that was quite amusing, as I never expected the Angel of Death to be intoned with our media and entertainment. As if it read my mind, Death spoke again.
"Yes, I do watch movies from time to time. I get bored, you know. I don't take lives every hour of the day."
"Right. So, you said you take lives to maintain balance in the world, and you also said you are quite familiar with me for reasons I've not come to understand. Lemme ask you this: you tried to take my life many times already. Why haven't you done it?"
Death sighed, almost in regret this time.
"Yes, yes, you are a strange case, Lee. To be honest, I did mark the time for you, and it was meant to have passed a while ago. Yet you are still here not because of my inability to take you away, but because of your own will to cling to your life. You see, rare occasions happen, when a said person is teetering between life and death, between two worlds much like you are right now, and for a brief moment, they will be given a choice. More likely than not, the human mind will not be able to absorb and take in the enormity of what is happening, which would result in their soul being taken away. But in some cases--cases such as yourself--the said person would chose to live, and in that brief instant, grab onto their life in such a way that even I would have no choice but to surrender. In your world, people call it a miracle or even divine intervention when, really, it was up to you all along. And it’s happened to you more than once. You can see why I am interested in meeting you face to face, don't you?"
I nodded, but still trying to grasp the bundle of information that was given to me from Death. I had to ask more. I needed to know more.
"Where’s Alfred? Is he OK?"
"Who?"
It was then when I couldn’t take it any longer. I wanted no more games, no more pussyfooting. I didn’t care that I was facing an omnipotent being. All I saw at that point was a bastard, and I was gonna treat him as such.
"‘WHO?!’ I tell yuh ass WHO! Alfred, my best friend! Practically MY BRUTHA!"
I shove my arm straight into his field of vision, making sure it’d be impossible for him to miss the tattoo of Alfred’s name.
"The one man who most deserved peace and prosperity in his life, and yet the one who was taken first! And FOR WHAT?! Reckless hate! Unmitigated greed! Insatiable bloodlust!"
Death chuckled haughtily, causing my blood to boil even more.
"Ah, now I remember! When you recall his name with such ferocity, that certainly jogs the old memory!"
"Where is he? Is he in a better place?"
"The affairs of the divine are not meant for the minds of the earthly. Company policy, nothing I can do about that."
"YOU TELL ME, OR I’LL--"
"YOU’LL WHAT?!"
My head throbs, adrenaline surging uncontrollably through my system. Death allows himself another self-satisfied snigger.
"I’ll do anything to grant him peace. I couldn’t do it in this life. I’ll be damned if he’s gonna suffer in the next."
"When you say ‘anything,’ do you really mean...anything?"
"Anything."
"Even your own life?"
I can see where this was going, and I tried to look into the lifeless eyes behind the hood before I replied.
"If that's what it takes, then yes."
Death tilted its head once again, studying me as if I was an especially interesting specimen of some sort.
"You do realize if that was the case, I can take you at anytime I please?"
"Yes...yes I do."
"Glad we’re clear on that."
I couldn’t see his face, but I was sure he was smiling.
"All right. Alfred will be granted ‘peace.’ You have my word."
"Not much to go off."
"Word of a god is always final. Besides, not like I was doing much with the fella anyway."
"Fuck you."
"Maybe I will pick this Monday for you. A wrestling match can always lead to casualties..."
I really didn't care anymore, but making the pact with the reaper could only mean that Alfred will be safe. And for now, that’s enough of a victory for me.
"Ah, look at the time. I think you should go back now. Wouldn't wanna smell too much like death, would we?"
"How exactly am I supposed to go back? I'm asleep, remember?"
"Well, sleep is a far-distance cousin of mine. Just close your eyes, Lee, and remember: you said ‘anything.’"
"I know."
Before I could finish uttering my last words, I could feel the cave disappearing, the illuminating throne fading away, and the ocean of darkness returning. I feared that it would’ve remained that way until I felt my whole world turn upside down, and the darkness rushing towards me from every direction. I closed my eyes, and prayed for it to end soon...
And it did.
Opening my eyes again, I found myself lying on my back in my hotel room, staring up at the ceiling. I slowly pulled myself up with help from the table, shaking slightly from the most unusual experience I've ever had. The dream felt too real, all too real for my liking. Turning on the lamp, I expected to find my cellphone on the desk but instead found a white sheet of paper. Picking it up, I read the words that seemed to spell themselves out to me.
"There will be blood."
So much for a dream, huh? Putting the paper back down, I silently promised myself to never sleep again, though Death did get one thing right: there WILL be blood.
End.
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:39:57 GMT -5
Will Slaughter vs. Chris Phenomenal--One Fall to a Finish Credit: Chris Phenomenal
This match was the second match for Chris Phenomenal in his ACW tenure and would serve to try and build some momentum heading into his match with Brent Garland and Bloody Valentine. It was unknown however what the long lay off would do to Chris Phenomenal, as well as how close he was to his professed one hundred percent. Will Slaughter was looking avenge his match on Meltdown against Brent Garland, and begin to re-establish himself in the ACW ranks.
Phillip Jones: Ladies and Gentleman, this contest is scheduled for one fall introducing first, making his way to the ring from South Bohan, Liberty City. WILL SLAUGHTER
The arena goes pitch black as "Milk Lizard" blasts over the PA System. Light green strobe lights flash everywhere as three spotlights flash over the entrance. None other then the god known as Will Slaughter comes out from the back, decked out in his wrestling gear, leather jacket, shades and gold chains hanging around his neck. As some people begin to boo just to the fact that Will is a bad guy, everyone else is sitting down in their seats or going on a bathroom break because no one gives a SHIT about Will Slaughter. Will slides under the ropes and takes off his jacket. As he drapes the jacket over the ropes he flings his shades and chains to the fans as he waits for the match to begin.
Phillip Jones: and his opponent, from Harlem, New York Chris Phenomenal[/u][/color][/i]
Superstars by Jim Jones begins to play, but as Chris Phenomenal emerges from the back his music is cut off and instead is replaced by…
Chris Phenomenal looks up at the Alphatron and immediately get’s pissed off as his music changes. As he continues down the front row he is visibly shouting out obscenities, blaming Danny Mainer for once again fucking with him. Chris slides in the ring and removes his excess jewellery and rips off his hoody and immediately goes after Will Slaughter, but he ducks out of the ring, avoiding the pissed off Chris Phenomenal.
Maxwell McNally: I don’t envy Will Slaughter at all, I would not want to be facing Chris Phenomenal at this time. ”Fast” Eddie Edison: Nor would I, he looks like he might just murder someone.
Will Slaughter ducks back into the ring as the referee calls for the bell and we are under way.
The Beginning[/u]
Once again Chris Phenomenal was faced with a much smaller opponent for a match and his size and speed advantage proved to be problematic for Chris Phenomenal right from the get go. The two men circled each other and every time Chris tried to engage with Slaughter he would duck out of the way and connect with a kick to the calf before scooting away. Each time this happened Chris Phenomenal became even more frustrated, his face becoming a deep crimson. The cat and mouse game lasted for about thirty seconds before Chris was able to manoeuvre Slaughter into a corner. Chris delivered a devastating shoulder block to the gut of Will Slaughter, crumpling him in two and placing him into a seated position on the second turnbuckle. Chris backed off a bit and knocked Slaughter of his perch with a vicious European uppercut knocking him to his back. Chris wasted no time in further punishing Slaughter as he backed away and grabbed a hold of the legs of Will and fell to his back slingshotting Will Slaughter into the bottom turnbuckle. Slaughter immediately rolled out of the ring clutching his possibly broken jaw as Phenomenal looked on. Seemingly content with the count-out victory.
The Middle[/u]
It wasn’t going to be that easy for Chris Phenomenal however as Will Slaughter showed the heart of a champion and barely beat the ten count and rolled into the ring. Chris wasted no time and going onto the attack and immediately started stomping the sternum and jaw of Will Slaughter, forcing the official to break the two apart and let Slaughter get to his feet. This didn’t help much as once he did Chris Phenomenal took him out with a thunderous clothesline that turned Slaughter inside out. Chris mercifully covered Will Slaughter, figuring he was out cold. It was not to be however as Slaughter was able to get a hand on the ropes at two, prolonging the match, but also being faced with a Chris Phenomenal that was becoming more infuriated by the second. He rolled to his feet with Will Slaughter in his grasp and pulled him to his feet, ready to end the match with a Superman DDT. Will Slaughter would have none of this however, instead knocking the arm away and hitting Chris Phenomenal with a jawbreaker sending him stumbling back. Will took a moment to gut to this feet and ducked a clothesline attempt from Chris Phenomenal and on the rebound used his momentum to level him with a Doi 555, and this time it was Chris who kicked out at two.
The End[/u]
After the Doi 555 Will looked to have the match in control pulling Chris to his feet and sending him back with a few blistering knife end chops, setting him up in the corner. Will backed away and pulled off a and a backflip before slamming his back into the body of Chris Phenomenal. Chris stumbled but stayed on his feet until he was hit with a monkey flip. This proved to be the turning point of the match as Will Slaughter’s ego got the best of him, taking his time before looking to connect with an Armani Shoe Exchange that Chris Phenomenal was able to avoid at the last second. Both men were down forcing the referee to start a ten count. Chris got to his feet at five, beating Will Slaughter who stumbled into Chris Porter who picked him up before levelling him with a running Death Valley Driver. Chris got a two count following it but had seized the momentum for good. As Will Slaughter got to his feet Chris connected with a toe kick that doubled him over, twisted his left arm into a hammerlock and lifted him into the air before powering him down with a 180 Spike DDT. Despite the valiant effort, Will Slaughter was not able to withstand the force of the Superman DDT as Chris hooked the leg and the referee mercifully counted the fall.
The Winner
By pinfall, following a Superman DDT…Chris Phenomenal[/b][/I]
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:40:29 GMT -5
The House That Dave Built Jack Jefferson/Jonny Spade
It wasn’t long ago that Jefferson discovered the damage at his apartment courtesy of Jonny Spade. He is clearly still pissed off about it, as evidenced by his aggressive driving style as he weaves in and out of traffic. The motorists around him seemingly don’t seem to appreciate this and there are many honking their horns at him. Jefferson scowls and honks his horn back as he exits the main road, cutting up a guy in a Honda Civic who most likely unleashes a barrage of abuse in his direction.
Jefferson’s erratic driving doesn’t stop when he’s on quieter roads. On more than one occasion he comes close to hitting somebody – one old lady even has to dive out if his path, the fall looking hip-shatteringly painful – but Jefferson doesn’t even slow down until he gets to his destination. He pulls up outside a pretty ordinary looking semi-detached house yet the smirk on his face as he turns off his engine tells us that there’s something out of the ordinary about this place.
Jefferson: If my apartment’s gonna get trashed and I’ve already put my mark on Spade’s house then it’s about time Davey boy was let in on all the fun!
Jefferson climbs out of the car, picking up a bag which rattles to indicate it contains spray cans. He strides confidently up to Shadow’s house and makes his way around to the back door where he can’t be seen by as many people. He picks up a large stone and makes to smash the back door window with it but pauses as he notices that the door is slightly ajar. Cautiously he opens the door and steps into Shadow’s kitchen. Noise can be heard coming from the living room and when the noise of what sounds like a glass breaking is heard Jefferson walks boldly into the room.
The figure in the living room spins around, taken by surprise at the noise of Jefferson walking into the room. It is none other than Jonny Spade, who scowls in Jefferson’s direction. Jefferson, however, simply looks confused.
Jefferson: I would say great minds think alike but clearly I’m far superior to you. What the fuck are you here for anyway, what do you have against Shadow?
Spade: All’s fair in love and war – especially when there’s titles on the line.
Jefferson: Finally something we agree on! In fact...
Jefferson doesn’t continue, instead he launches his spray paint-filled bag directly into the face of Spade. This takes him by surprise and he is knocked of his feet as the bag connects. Jefferson is on him like a flash.
Jefferson: Did you honestly think I’d let you get away with what happened to my place?! You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!!
Spade struggles, using his power advantage to flip Jefferson over and pin him to the ground.
Spade: What can I say? Revenge is sweet?!
Jefferson: Fuck you!
Jefferson spits at Spade but he is aware enough to get out of the way. Unfortunately this means that Jefferson is able to squirm from his grip and the two men stand on separate sides of the room glaring at each other, the hatred obvious. Jefferson picks up a nearby remote control and juggles it in his hand, testing the weight before hurling it at Spade. Spade, luckily, is able to avoid the collision and the remote instead shatters a mirror attached to the wall.
Jefferson: 7 years of bad luck! Fan-fucking-tastic!!
Spade: Hah! You don’t believe all that superstitious nonsense do you?
Jefferson: Nah, course not. I do believe it’s your unlucky day though!
Jefferson flips a coffee table over in Spade’s direction and dives promptly over it, tacking him to the ground. Well, more specifically into the TV which makes a crashing sound as it hits the floor. It’s obvious that the TV is broken beyond repair by the evident crack down the centre of the screen but the two men continue brawling regardless. As Dave’s stereo system comes crashing down from the shelf it was perched upon the faint noise of sirens can be heard in the background.
Both men stop suddenly and leap to their feet, heading for the back door. Jefferson sticks out his foot to trip Spade but is beaten to the punch and ends up sprawled on the kitchen floor as Spade bolts out of the door. Jefferson quickly rises to his feet, dusting himself off, and follows suite – heading directly for his car. He fires up the engine and burns away from the house as fast as he can. The sound of the sirens in the background grow ever-louder but the smirk on Jefferson’s face makes it obvious that he knows he’s in the clear.
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:40:56 GMT -5
Segment: New Target Acquired | New Soul To Save
(Credit: Scott Andrews/Wayde Russeller)
And now, to get my get my revenge on those two half baked, loonies.
As I approach Ginger’s office, I see a shadow on the ground, exiting the doorway. It doesn’t phase me, it just makes me curious to see what Ginger’s up to now that he’s back.
I enter the room and see none other than that twisted lackey himself, Wayde Russeller, standing at the desk of Gingerdude.[/color]
Scott: Look who shows up; the fuckin’ scum of the Earth. Seems like I got here just in time to - - -
I raise my clenched fist, ready to strike his big, stupid head.
Ginger: You hit him and you won’t get a chance to actually get your pay back in the ring.
I retract, naturally. If I’m going to get a chance to fight this oaf in the ring, then by all means, bring it on.[/color]
Scott: What are you saying, Ging? A match? Where's the little one; Mr. Evans?
Ginger: He will not be involved in this; he already has a match for the PPV. Mr. Russeller here actually requested one against you.
I turn to the jackass.[/color]
Scott: You’ve either got balls the size of boulders, or a brain the size of a cashew nut. I’m gonna go with the latter.
I turn back to Ginger. I want to hear what he has in store.[/color]
Ginger: The match Wayde has requested is something that he feels will truly prove his worth, if he succeeds in beating you that is.
WAYDE RUSSELLER: I plan on doing just that. I am the Cowboy From Hell. I am the blood that pumps in your veins. I am the sweat that drips from your pores. I am the tears that flow from your eyes. I will destroy you and leave your body rotting for the roaches and crickets.
Big words coming from someone like him. That Evans has pretty much wiped his brain clean of all rationality, and the delivery of his words are almost chilling; almost.
Scott: If that was meant to scare me, Wayde, you failed. I just want you and I to face off in the ring, any place, and time, any match, and I will show you why they call me “The Consequence”!
Ginger: Silence! Both of you! If you let me continue, I’ll explain what’s going to happen…Now, since, Wayde has requested this match, and you, Scott, have obviously accepted his challenge, then the match that Wayde has chosen shall go ahead. At Bloody Valentine, the pay per view will live up to it’s name as Scott Andrews goes one on one with Wayde Russeller in a Light Tube Death Match!
I can hear the crowd erupt in cheers; they’re not the one’s who have to endure that sort of pain.[/color]
Ginger: You, Scott, want revenge, and by the looks of things, since I’ve come back you’ve had a bit of a blood lust. And Wayde came to me in order to prove himself, not only to the ACW universe or AC Evans, but to the entire world. He wants to beat one of the best.
I just want to beat him to a pulp.[/color]
Scott: So I have to wait until Saturday to kick his ass? C’mon, Ging, give me a taster at least?
Ginger: There shall be no more horse play now that I’m back. Now, I have a lot of paper work to complete; Zero made for a lousy Chairman…
I got what I wanted, so I walk out of the room, but am forced to turn around as Wayde grabs my shoulder.[/color]
WAYDE RUSSLLER: Scott, let it be known that I fear no man and that you will become either a victim or a saved soul by the end of the night.
He walks away, which is lucky for him, because if he were to stand there for another second my boot would be around his temple in a flash. I’ll let him go this time, but if I see him again before the night is through… he’s a dead man.[/color]
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:41:20 GMT -5
Segment: The Showdown Credit: Jake Steele and Jay Zero Ladies and Gentlemen! The Moment You've ALL Been Waiting For!Monday Night Warfare is returning back from a commercial break, and just as it does, the opening of “Crack A Bottle” by Eminem hits the P.A. System hard to a very loud chorus of boos, as the lights dim and electric blue and white spotlights spin on top of the entrance ramp. Without more hesistation, the World Champion Jay Zero steps out from behind the entrance curtains, with his World Title over his shoulder, his fur coat and boas all intact, and a dead serious look on his face. Despite his major attempt at power beyond being World Champ, Jay Zero lost his Commissioner status when Chairman Gingerdude made his surprise return to ACW, and not only changed most of the decisions Zero made while in power, but he also made a match for Bloody Valentine that was the last idea on Jay’s list; a match with Jake Steele. Yes, the same man who Jay banned earlier in the month, and the same man who has vowed for revenge ever since. It definitely wasn’t what the champ wanted - but it’s what he has to deal with. And as he makes his way into the ring, and asks Phillip Jones for a microphone, it seems that he plans to speak on this exact situation. Zero: ...Last week, - I made some choices. Very important and impactful decisions. Things that could change the course of all history here in ACW! See, I was able to make these hard decisions, because I'm not like the rest of you. I'm different from each and every person back behind that curtain right there. -- He points towards the Alphatron, signaling that he means the other wrestlers.Zero: Unlike them - I, Jay Zero possess the skills and mindset that helped me figure out what needed to be done! I'm not like those people, because I am a leader! I decided to take charge and by doing so, I subjected myself to making these horrid decisions because quite frankly, if it wasn't me, then who would it have been? Where exactly would this company be right now if Jay Zero never stepped up? Hm? He pauses for a moment, as if he's waiting for the crowd to answer the question.Zero: Exactly. Fact of the matter is, if any old Joe Blow came in and tried to replace Craig Lewis, ACW would be directly in a whopping pile of shit right now! But everybody here fails to realize that! Instead, they just rag at me, claiming that I put this company in jeopardy! That I was intentionally running it straight into the ground! WELL THAT IS BULLSHIT AND YOU ALL KNOW IT! The crowd boos as Zero's temper gets the best of him. He slowly paces a bit to the left inside of the ring and he lifts his title up for a second to adjust it on his shoulder before continuing. Zero: As Commissioner, I ran this place for a solid 4 weeks! And within those four weeks, what ever did I do to you people that made you feel like I was purposely destroying this business? Huh!? What did I do to jeopardize this company?! Cancel Fallout? Firing the new guy? Ditching Josh Robertson and Jason Freeman? No! No! See, as Commissioner, I had the executive decision, and by doing so - I freed ACW of its burdens! I made ACW THAT - MUCH - BETTER! However most of you don't see this! You all just jumped directly on the bandwagon the moment you saw the Chairman stroll back out onto the scene... You all knew the higher power had arrived, so you were clawing at the walls trying your damnest to get out while you could and run to your little savior! Well guess what! It doesn't matter if I'm no longer in charge, officially! It doesn't change a thing, y'know why? Because of this! He holds up his ACW Heavyweight Title and smiles.Zero: This Championship title right here! Y'see this? This title right here means that I am the best! It means that I am STILL on the top of this company, and I still call the shots around here whether you all like it or not! But Ginger, he feels as if now that he's back, I'm defenseless! He thinks it's only a matter of time before I snap under the pressure! Like right now, I was ordered to come out here and order an apology to all of those that I've "taken advantage of" these past few weeks! I'm supposed to say sorry that all of those people got in my way and pissed off the wrong person!
...I'm not doing that. I have nobody to apologize to, because quite frankly, Ginger's taking advantage of me right now! Putting me in handicapped matches? Trying to threaten me with Fallen Souls? --Making me defend this precious ACW Heavyweight Championship against Jake Steele? Pft - to be honest, all of those things don't really matter to me because in each and every situation, the World Champion Jay Zero WILL come out on top! But for shits and giggles - let's bring out the man that's unlucky enough to have to square off against me this Saturday! Jake Steele, getch' yo' ass out here, ..boy! Zero lowers to the microphone to his side, and looks on at the entrance ramp as now he and the ACW arena anticipates Jake Steele. There isn’t too much of an waiting game as the opening line of “Public Service Announcement” hits the crowd…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] “Ain’t I” by Jay-Z plays and out comes Jake Steele. Steele has already said some harsh words about Jay Zero earlier on in the night, but now it seems that Zero wants a face to face encounter. Jake makes it out from the back, a blatant smile on his face as he walks down the ramp and looks onto the ring, with Zero standing in place, watching as Steele walks up the steps and goes into the ring. Steele keeps his eyes locked on Zero as he enters, even as he walks right pass Zero and goes onto the top rope, posing for the fans. He then turns himself around and mocking Zero, Steele lays down on the ropes, his hand to his head as everyone begins laughing and chanting “Steele, Steele, Steele!”. This only disgusts Zero, all the while Steele looks around at the fans, listening to his name being screamed by thousands of the ACW faithful. After a couple of seconds of chanting, he decides to get off of the ropes and actually stand and listen to what the Champ has to say, as he decides to go face to face with Zero in the center of the ring - though his name continues to be chanted and his face still has that same expression. Which clearly annoys Zero even more..Zero: Heh heh - look at these idiots. Chanting and cheering and raving for big, bad Jake Steele! Pft - that's right Steele, dance for the people! Make a mockery of yourself! I mean, why stop now? You've seemed to feel comfortable about it your entire career so far! You love being laughed at, and these people love laughing at you - but not for your "comical" side of you, Jake. They're laughing with good reason. You're a joke. You're a walking, living, breathing, JOKE! All you've done since the day that you walked into ACW was put on a fake act, pretending to be this "Cocky, Confident, Gold-Hungry" young superstar which you're not! I know you, Jake. These people know you! Just like me, they can see past your fake little mask you put on each and every night, and they see the same thing that I do right now. They see a marvelous, breath-takingly beautiful, true World Heavyweight Champion named Jay Zero standing before pure garbage from the back alleys of the streets of Brooklyn!
You aren't that "Cocky, Confident, and Gold-Hungry" superstar that you try and shove down our throats. No, ..not at all. What you are is a Cowardly, Conniving little punk that makes his living as a thief! Zero pauses for a moment, looking Jake Steele straight in the eyes.Zero: You are a disgrace to this company, and a disgrace to your own damn family, Steele! 'Cause what have you accomplished here in ACW? Former Tag Team Champion? Former International Champion? Ah, that's pretty good! But Jake, exactly, which of those titles did you earn? Which ones did you deserve to have, not only based by your determination, but by your worthiness as well? Quite simply - neither. Thunder Train, my man did ALL of the work at Heatwave in the TLC, and if weren't for him holding down the base of that ladder, you could have tosses straight out of that ring, and out of the peoples memory! And as for the International Title, remind me, how exactly did you win that? Did you earn it? Did you fight, and FIGHT for it? ...Or did you steal it Jake? See, that's all you're good at! Stealing! Stealing, stealing, stealing! You're Jake "STEAL" apparently! You've never earned a damn thing in this business, and you sure as hell have not earned a rightful chance to fight me! Because what HAVE you done in ACW? You haven't had that moment that defines you, nor have you ever given the hard work and dedication that's necessary for that to happen!
--And that moment sure as hell aint comin' this Saturday, you hear me boy?! I don't care what you say and I sure don't care who you say you are, because I know the truth Steele and I know that you don't have it in you to beat me! I know you've done it before on flukes, and I know that you've managed to rob me of one of my titles in the past, but that sure ain’t happening again because I know deep down right now Jake, you're scared! You're scared to find out what kind of pressure this puts on your shoulders! You're scared of that proverbial bulls-eye that lies on the chest of the Champion! Jake, there's no chance in hell of you walking out as the Champion, because I know you! And you - aren't a leader.
What you are - is a lurker. If you had the entire company's weight on our shoulders boy, I guaran-damn-tee you that your feeble little legs would ~SNAP~! You don't know what being a leader is like, and you sure don't know what it takes to stay a leader! All your life, you've lived in the shadows of others Jake! Not once have you tried to break free, because you know that the real life is an even darker, scarier place and you can't even begin to imagine how you'd deal with it! So all this time, you've tried to align yourself with others like Danny Mainer, Thunder Train, XS3, and even myself. Why? Because Jake you're afraid of what might happen if you're forced to be in the spotlight alone. You're scared because you know you don't have what it takes, and you know that you will never be half the man that Jay Zero is. 'Cause all you know how to do is live in the shadows of another mans life. All you know, is how to be "Jake Steele: The Wannabee" ....and what you're dying to know is how to become "Jay Zero: World Heavyweight Champion"
...But to put it in simple terms that even you can comprehend, it's not happening, Steele! You can keep living in your fantasy world where you keep on robbing others just to try and make your life better, but in the end, all you'll ever make of yourself is a former shell of the real success', such as myself!
You'll never be me, Jake Steele - and you will never BEAT me. Wake up, boy. This aint no dream anymore - this is your nightmare! This - is Jay Zero, and THIS is MY ACW Championship! So take a good long look, boy - cause you will NEVER, EVER win it! Even though they despise Zero, after that last comment they don’t know whether to jeer him tremendously, or scream “Ohhhh” towards Steele. You can tell by the Number One Contender’s face that those words stung, and he cocks his head to the left of him, staring at the mat for a few seconds with that smile he once had now long gone. Zero now begins to smile, adjusting his World Title back over his shoulder. That smile stays plastered on his face for only a brief time though as Steele turns his head back around and snatches the microphone from out of Zero’s hand, just as he was about to say something else. This gets some of the fans riled up, as now Steele and Zero look straight into each other’s eyes. The tension is far from hard to tell, as everyone in attendance begins to quiet down, and just simply observe this moment. Time seems to be standing still as these two storied rivals trade the most powerful glares they have ever shown each other. Soon, as their eyes are fully locked in, Steele slowly raises the microphone to his mouth… and speaks.Steele - You know, with all dat said. With every single word dat you let come out of ya greasy little mouth, it still doesn‘t change da fact dat at Bloody Valentine… I‘m pullin’ your card. Cause for one day too many me and everybody else in ACW has had to put up with yo constant naggin’, and whinin’, and continuous cries for attention. Nobody wanted to see you rise to da top of ACW, and when you saw dat you decided to cut your hair, take on BK London and start askin’ if dey “loved you now.” And oh yeah, dey cheered for you. Dey screamed at da top of dey lungs for you, hell dey even rooted you on durin’ a match with ME at Samhain. But what you failed to realize, is dat after every time dat bell rung, and you stood back on ya feet as a “champion”, deep down in da back of your mind, you knew how these people really felt about you. Oh yeah son, you knew. You knew dat all of those people… pitied you.
Dey watched as you made YOURSELF crazy, and dey began to slowly let your name slip through their mouths, all cause dey thought dat maybe, just maybe after you got da love you were lookin‘ for, dat you could crawl under da rock you came from, and just… die. Steele pauses, and takes his focus off of Zero, now letting his eyes trail onto the big prize itself: the ACW World Title. It’s glow, just as it does to everyone else who comes into contact with it, traps Steele. His pupils shimmer as the gold reflects off his face, motivating him even more in his goal for this Saturday.Steele - …But you didn’t. Instead you decided to finally, FINALLY, win da World Title. You did it man! You beat BK London. You beat Senator. You beat Dan White. Simply put man, you beat… has beens. You beat people so far out of dey prime dat it’s not even a joke, and all with da exception of XS3 - you beat da same people dat I would easily destroy without blinkin’ twice.
Yet you talk about yourself like you somethin’ special, like you god’s gift to ACW! Like Jesus himself! … made yo ass from scratch, and built you up to be some type of savior. Please man. You ain’t shit! You ain’t no leader, and you damn well ain’t nobody dat I’m “afraid” of! And if you really believe you are, then you more of a crazy muthafucka than I thought.
But dat’s all good - believe what you want to, about yourself or me. Cause dis Saturday, heh, I’m gon’ show you REAL skill. You dig?…[/color] Steele gets right up in the face of Zero as he said those last two words, before he slaps the World Title on Zero’s shoulder, and walks off as if nothing had just been said between the two. But before he can make it out of the ring, he is pulled back by Zero and spun around. What comes next is as fast as lightning. Zero leaps into the air and hit’s the Zero Chance on Steele! Steele plummets to the mat, his face buried in the canvas as Zero picks his World Title back up and stands straight over Jake Steele, his title and his head and his title held high. Will this familiar sight be the same that we will see come at Bloody Valentine? It’s 1 -1 in terms of PPV wins for both of these men together against each other, and in just five days, someone will break it. It’s the rubber match of the century ACW, and you’ll be sure to be in for one hell of a ride.
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:41:50 GMT -5
”The Stress Ball” Credit: Danny Mainer Sitting carefree on the couch with a can of cherry-aid and an amused smirk on his face as he watches the television, Danny seems completely oblivious to the fact that he has a match coming up in a matter of minutes until Raymond King storms through the door looking flustered and in a state of disarray. He opens the fridge door and pulls out a bar of chocolate, his “stress-ball” if you will as he munches on the Hershey’s. He shows clear disgust at the taste of Hershey’s which is a “staple of American culture” in his mind and his preferred chocolate of choice would be a minty aero but he has to make do. Danny is watching some cheesy old gangster film where Ugly Jimmy, a big brute of a man is about to lay the smackdown on Little Tino who’s grassed some vital information to the rival gang. Of course, that’s the part where things start to get ugly in those films and yet simultaneously where it starts to get good. However, a voice in the distance muffled by chocolate interrupts his pleasurable viewing.Raymond King: ”Danny you prick! There you are, get to the ring stat!”Danny Mainer: ”Ya’what? Why?”Raymond King: ”You’re scheduled to go on with Dan White any minute now!”Danny Mainer: ”Dude that was weeks ago, it’s the reason I’m the international champion now.”Raymond King: ”Mainer as much as it pains me to say this you’re NOT the International Champion! You’re a slob who wants to watch crap films about a madman who tortures you by putting your hair in a fax machine and pressing send!”Danny Mainer: ”Actually Ray, if you’d ever taken the time to watch The Great, The Lame and The Scary you’d see that there’s less of a trade in torture and more a sense of pride. Besides, they didn’t have fax machines then you ugly fuck.”Raymond King: ”Do I look like I give a shit? All these gangsters, it’s the same. It’s why you never want to go to London, I tell you true now THAT is a city that has gone to the dogs.”Cheap pop for Anti-English sentiments. Some fights break out in a mixed bag of support and disagreement.Raymond King: ”Wanna go beat the shit out of a Welsh man?”Danny Mainer: ”And get sheep germs? Fuck that man, if I want to grapple with someone who’s into bestiality I could get twice the fight from Yoko Satoshi. You know what that fox is like with puppets! God knows what would happen if she got into a zoo!”Ray stares at the ceiling and daydreams some bizarre zoo-based sexual fantasy of Yoko Satoshi. Danny lobs the TV remote at him and it hits him squarely between the eyes causing him to snap out of his trance with a flustered rage.Danny Mainer: ”Wakey wakey assface.”Raymond King: ”What?! I was enjoying myself.”Danny Mainer: ”I know, that’s why I stopped you, just like you stopped me downloading “Seven Pounds” the other night because it was chewing up your EVE bandwidth. For fuck’s sake man, Will Smith is MORE important then bloody Space Invaders on steroids!”Raymond King: ”It was on a VERY important mining mission for my corporation, haven’t you ever played an online game before?!”Danny Mainer: ”No Ray and for one simple reason only, I. Daniel Mainer have solemnly sworn to actually HAVE A LIFE instead of living like some tramp at my desk taking care of my thirst by drinking my beads of sweat as it rolls down my nineteenth belly and taking care of my hunger by eating MICRO WAVED SHIT not even giving the slightest regards as to whether it’s in bloody date or not!”Ray stops flabbergasted, with a bit of chocolately drool splattering onto his Mudvayne t-shirt. Danny clambers over the back of the couch and flings himself to the floor before making a B-line for the ring going straight past Ray and taking his chocolate on the way past as we draw to a fade. Ray realizing what happens leaves us with the closing shot of him chasing after Mainer.Raymond King: ”You rotten shit! Gimme back my chocolate! Come back here!”FADE
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:42:36 GMT -5
Match: Jack Jefferson vs. Josh Robertson
Will be posted when received.
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:43:05 GMT -5
OTA Segment: A Long Distance Connection (Credit: AK/??)
Laureano Household, Sunday 9.30pm
The ACW cameras are infamous for being able to somehow find their way into just about any space, public or private. There are one or two exceptions, however, and Alicia Laureano is extremely glad that her home is one of them, at least for now.
If it were somehow possible for a casual observer to peek inside, what they would find is just about the polar opposite of the way Alicia likes things to be. Disarray is the one uniting theme; there are clothes piled up, some dirty, some washed but not ironed. The trash needs to be taken out; and baby paraphernalia is absolutely everywhere.
Alicia herself comes down the stairs at a pace just a little more sedate than a typical member of the undead fraternity. The exhaustion on her face is writ large in heavy dark circles around her eyes and the leaden movements of her limbs. She makes her way to the kitchen and eventually finds a clean mug from amongst all the other stuff on the worktops; caffeine has kept her going this far and she’s in no state mentally or physically to kick the habit.
She knew it would be hard, certainly. One child is tough at the best of times; two had even the charge nurses raising their eyebrows. But “thinking” hard and actually encountering the situation are, Alicia has realised, not even on the same metaphorical continent. Her two bundles of joy have settled into a pattern of sorts, and unfortunately for herself and Victor, it’s a classic tag pairing; as soon as one is down, the other is about ready for the next round with an insistent battle cry.
Looking at her bombsite of a home, Alicia feels the weight of a million small trials bearing down on her, and she almost succumbs to a panic attack. Two weeks ago, she and Victor would have spent Sunday night watching rubbish on TV, chatting or simply enjoying a bit of quiet time. Tonight, a fractious and stressful day is topped off by Victor having to search for an open store where he can restock on nappies. Like so many things, Alicia’s calculation of how many they would need has turned out to be laughably incorrect...
A nasty little voice in the back of her head reminds Alicia that these sorts of strains regularly reduce marriages and families to dust. A double whammy of anger and fear deliver a sucker punch to her gut; how in the world did she ever think she would be ready to handle this amount of responsibility? What chance does she stand of being able to raise her children if she can’t even keep good order in her own house? What if-
*CLICK*
The sound of the kettle snaps her out of her personal nightmare, and Alicia breathes deeply to get a grip. She feels a brief, warm sensation against her leg, and looks down to see Richard Parker rolling on the floor, ripping at something with his claws. Paper debris is added to the rest of the mess, and Alicia realises that Parker has got into the stack of unopened mail that has been piling up.
Alicia: ...............SHIT. Of all the stupid, STUPID –
Her frustrations slip the leash, and she lashes out, literally aiming to kick the cat. It is fortunate that Parker is no slouch in the reactions department and jumps aside; Alicia misses him, and strikes the door of the kitchen cupboard. Wearing only slippers, her foot takes the force of the impact and the pain is intense, so much so that Alicia’s yell of agony is stifled. Tears well up, and without thought, she grabs her mug and hurls it with all the force in her, shattering it on the opposite wall. Parker bolts out of the room, under the couch, and crouches down, clearly terrified. But he’s not nearly as afraid as his owner.
Alicia sinks slowly down into a crouch before slumping against the cold door of the fridge. The root of her anxiety is exposed; having dedicated her professional life to honing her body into a powerful fighting machine, her deepest fear is the potential for loss of control. She just sits there for a couple of minutes, paralysed and totally at a loss as to what to do, where to begin the process of untangling the almighty physical and mental mess. But then her will gradually stirs, and reasoning that every journey starts with one single step, she reaches for the one thing still within range of her grasp, and picks up the letter from where Parker dropped it.
It’s not clear exactly what about the letter rings a bell with her; the envelope is badly damaged and so little can be gleaned from what’s left of the hand-written address. But the letter itself is largely intact, and when Alicia unfolds it, it somehow exudes a sense of the person who wrote it, even before she reads a single word.
Alicia,
I know I'm more than a little late with this, but a very hearty congratulations to you and Victor for bestowing the gift of life to not one, but two impeccably healthy nubile human beings (always one to overachieve, huh?). Allow me to also say that I’m awfully sorry Renix and I couldn’t make it to offer you our good wishes in person. Obviously, she and I are about have a similar, ahem, ordeal of our own, and she couldn’t travel so close to the big day.
I’ve seen you accomplish some genuinely dazzling feats in your career, but surviving childbirth sure as hell has got to be high up on that list. I honestly don’t know how I’m gonna manage when go time finally does arrive. I’ve watched about three educational videos about the birthing process, and, I kid you not, I’ve passed out during every single one.
But enough about my general sissy-ness. The real reason I’m writing to you is so that we can share in the true wonder of this more than minor miracle. I can only begin to comprehend the otherworldly ecstasy you must be in right now. To know that you’re responsible for the magnificent phenomenon of life must be the kind of happiness that strikes you at the core. I imagine it’s something like sharing an umbrella with your secret eighth-grade crush, only times about a million or so. Honestly, the expectation of that preeminent joy is a big reason I’m actually looking forward to whatever hell that day is surely to bring.
I suppose I also wanted to write to you because I suspected that perhaps even you, a woman who’s not only stood in defiance of some of the most menacing figures of our day but also managed to conquer them, might be feeling at least the slightest bit of trepidation about your prospects as a parent. Many of my friends have gone on to become parents now, and there hasn’t been a single one who hasn’t been a tad anxious about what their success level will be when it comes to raising kids. If it helps at all, please know that I too am feeling entirely insecure about what kind of job I’ll be able to do. Hell, I hardly even knew my parents. I never had the luxury of having people I can model my parenting techniques after. So don’t ever feel like it’s wrong to feel uncertain about how you’re doing. This is something all parents, young or old, have to wrestle with on a constant basis. At the very least, you can compare the kind of job you’re doing to how I’m doing, and you’ll immediately see that you can always do much worse.
I’ve always admired you for so many reasons. You are a good wrestler. You are a good friend. You are a good wife. You are a good friend. And if there’s any one certainty at all in this turbulent world of ours, it’d be that you will be a fantastic mother.
Yours, Nick
P.S. I think Parker is a great name.
Alicia reads the letter through a couple of times. By the end of the second reading, she realises that she’s nearly smiling, not a massive grin by any means, but it’s still a seismic shift from her perspective. Just having the letter in her hand, and knowing that her experience is not a solitary one, creates the chink of light at the end of her own personal tunnel which Alicia has been searching for.
The sensation of being watched begins to prickle on the back of Alicia’s neck. She looks up, and sees that Richard Parker has come out from under the couch and is about two feet away from her. They look at one another for a few seconds, and then Parker stretches before walking over and making a total nuisance of himself by curling up in her lap. For a moment, Alicia thinks she might cry again, just a little.
But she doesn’t ; she gets up, takes Parker into the sitting room to put him on the couch, and then gets a broom to sweep up. Checking the clock, she sees that the twins are due for their next feed; and opening the fridge, she finds that Victor has made some formula to give her rather sore breasts a break. Even the kettle is still warm...
Collecting up what she needs, Alicia silently makes a list of the things she needs to do, and then heads back upstairs. Sometimes, it is the smallest of things which make all the difference.
And sometimes it’s a big thing... like a true friend.
End.
OOC: Segment credit goes to Durden, naturally.
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:43:43 GMT -5
Segment: May the Best Man Win.... Credit: Dave Shadow, Jack Jefferson and Jonny Spade
As we cut backstage again, we find ourselves in the halls of the ACW arena outside the dressing rooms, as Dave Shadow paces up and down outside one of the doors, the Entertainment Championship over his shoulder. After a few seconds, he stops and knocks on the door. He walks back and tries to lean against the wall opposite the door, trying to remain calm, but to little avail. After fidgeting for a few moments, he decides to just stand upright, his chin held high.
The door to the dressing room opens and Jonny Spade emerges through the doorway. He looks at Dave momentarily, a smile on his face. Dave returns the smile.
Spade: Yeah?
Shadow: I just wanted to come by and thank you for being a good partner last week on Meltdown. As much as I may like to talk big, we won cause we worked together.
Spade: Thanks, I appreciate that. We worked well as a team.
Shadow: Yeah. But there’s something else. Come Bloody Valentine, that match means nothing. We worked well as a team, but now it’s time to settle this little tiff we’ve been a part of and find out who really is the better man.
Spade: You know what Dave? I've seen alot of shit go down in these halls over the past 5 years. People acting crazy for one reason or another, and I have seen lots of talent come and gone. Some who were shit, some who thought that they were the shit, and some that I know who are the shit. You fall into the catagory of the latter. But I like to think that I do too. And when Bloody Valentines comes around I will prove it. You're right on one thing, that tag team match we had? It's gonna mean nothing when match time comes around next Saturday. As far as I would be concerned then, this little meet and greet didnt take place. And I will treat you just like every other opponent I had faced.
Dave stands looking at Spade for a few moments, before having a little laugh to himself. Spade leans against the doorway; although they are still smiling, there’s obviously a level of tension between them.
Shadow: That’s cool. I know this started out as something between you and Jefferson, and to an extent, you two still have unfinished business. But let me just say Spade that I really can’t wait to have this chance to fight you. And it will be an honour to defend my title against you two. May the best man win?
Dave puts his hand out for a shake, but Spade leaves him hanging for a few seconds.
Spade: Provided that by “best man”, you mean one of us two and not Jefferson....
Shadow: D’uh!
The two share the joke for a few seconds, before shaking hands. As they do though, a mocking laugh starts to echo up the hallway; the two men look towards it to find their opponent walking towards them. Jack Jefferson, a cocky swagger in his step. Spade and Dave fold their arms, staring at him. If looks could only kill.....
Jefferson: Isn’t this a lovely scene? I’m glad you two managed to tell each other about your mutual feelings! Don’t be naive though boys, you can work together or you can tear each other apart – it doesn’t matter! After Bloody Valentine that title belongs to me!
Jack laughs before barging past them and continuing walking up the hallway, leaving Spade and Shadow behind him. The two stare after him.
Dave: What an asshole.
Spade: Yeah. Remember. One of us walks out with the title.
Dave nods. Suddenly, the silent hallway’s slumber is torn apart by the ringing of a phone. Dave reaches in to his pocket and takes it out, flipping it open.
Shadow: Yeah? Oh, hey...yeah...WHAT? My place is what? And....Broken in to? Do they know who did it? No? Ok, I’ll be right there!
Dave closes down the phone, a look of anger and annoyance on his face. He looks after Jefferson, fuming. Spade, realising what the phone call was about, innocently tries to slip back in to his dressing room, closing the door quietly behind him.
Shadow: Someone trashed my home. You know anything about it Sp...
Dave notices the door is shut and that Spade is gone. He repositions the title on his shoulder as he stares back and forth between the door and the way Jack went. His anger seems to subside though, and is replaced by a devilish grin. No proof. No matter.
Shadow: Sons of bitches. I’ll get you back....
Dave turns and walks down the hall, starting to scheme and plot some form of revenge as we...
[FADE]
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:44:04 GMT -5
Segment: Psycho's Nest: Life is Beautiful (Credit: FSX/Evans)
Usually there is a set period of time in which someone makes the transition of insanity into sanity, and life into death. There is fair warning and prior arrangements can be made, in order to benefit everyone related to it. To protect those that have no right to be swept under the rug in a situation that is focused on effecting few, but in reality damages many. Keeping morales and truth within the scenery of life, as lies are spread. In short, to stop those that have done wrongs to others, and have believed themselves free of those wrongs through apology. Those that belief the world forgets everything after a short period of time, and that rape and murder are not crimes that should be condemned. That you can always be free as long as you happen to have a good excuse on hand. Those are the people that use these transitions to live life in a fantasy land, where sin was abolished long ago. The only problem? It doesn't exist.
Inevitably, everything will come back to haunt you. Whether or not it appears in your daily routine is only justified by whether or not it become glaringly obvious. Thus, it's usually beneath the surface where justice is served. Where the mind begins to spread nightmares of the horror the individual has caused, and forces them to strive to make things right. Despite anyone saying a word otherwise, that is most likely the case in relation to Fallen Souls. As his eyes appear so frantic to find the man he is looking for, is there any just reason for wanting to save a life? Truly there are countless, far too many to name. But Fallen's reason? He just wants the nightmares to go away. All the bad he's caused to disappear as if it's never happened...so he's just trying to make sure no more bad happens because of him.
FSX: Damn it!! How can it be so hard to find a psychopath that's completely deranged and obsessed with making your life a living hell?! I thought those were supposed to be the easiest people to find!
Not about to stop in the midst of his search, he would move his head back and forth quickly as he raced down a hallway, soon slowing down as she doesn't appear to be anywhere in sight, let alone a hint of where she might be. Becoming quite frustrated with the entire situation he makes no effort to hide it as he soon throws his arms up into the air, dropping them a moment later as Evans was nowhere to be found. Is he even there tonight?!
FSX: Where the fuck could he possibly be hiding?! Somewhere deeper in the arena? In the bowels of it, where Pain Inc used to hang out? Does that mean that we have some kinda empty place of the arena with a bunch of occult parties?! Why the fuck wasn't I invited to an occult party?!
Losing his train of thought almost entirely as thoughts of the past trickle into his mind, Fallen would shake his head a few more times as he tried to retain it before it was too far gone to recover. Soon finding himself slamming his head to a wall, however, he would realize himself just a bit unbalanced at the moment as well, but for all the wrong reasons. He frustrations didn't relate to wanting to help this girl that likely really needed, but rather to revenge against a man who caused him the jam he was in. He wanted Evans to suffer as he did. He just needed to focus...getting Joytoy back was priority, for the second.
FSX: No...focus Fallen. You can't be yourself until everything is set back to the way it was before this month...aside from the part where my parents died. I'm pretty satisfied with that, honestly. Fills me with pride to think about!
Smirking a moment as he thought back to the bag of their remains he had received, and what he had ended up doing to them..it did fill him with joy to know they suffered as he did, though he would regardless never forgive him. Why forgive a bag full of skin? Letting out a soft laugh to himself, he almost appeared to be surprised as he drove his own face to the wall once again. Falling back in a groan as he clutched his face, as the pain would numb his focus would once more return.
FSX: FOCUS! I have to stop this, and I can't stop it raving like a lunatic! Fuck, I'm more crazy when I don't have medication to blame it on. Does that even make sense?!
Evans: Does it really matter?
Gazing up now as blood would trickle down his forehead, groaning and winching quite notably as he rubbed and held onto his forehead lightly, shuddering a little bit as he gazed back to Evans with a soft smile. Soon pushing himself back up to his feet, he turned to Evans with a grin, quickly moving forward to grab onto his arms tightly.
FSX: Finally. FINALLY! You realize how long I've been looking for you, damn it?! I need to talk to you, and your going to listen. Alright? We need to settle a few things.
Evans: I have no obligation to speak with you, Xavier. Your words mean nothing, regardless. After all, your just a frightened little boy. You don't know what your doing, or why your doing it. Simply running scared, looking for someone you'll never find.
Slowly drawing silent as he stared to Evans intently, he would grip onto the man's arms and shove him to the wall, smirking from ear to ear as he looked to him. He had no intent on doing anything to him now, but anger still raced through his body. He wanted Evans to feel fear, though all he saw was a bright smile upon the man's face. It was clear this was being interpreted wrong.
FSX: ...What did you do to her? This isn't going to effect me the way you think it will, Evans. I keep telling you that I can deal with this bullshit. I've dealt with it my entire life. It happens. Just...your taking someone away from Kiss. When he cares about someone, he tends to actually give a damn. If you don't return her, unharmed and in one piece? He'll come after you.
Evans: He can feel free too, if he wants. There's little doubt that the finger of blame would be first pointed at you, however. After all, didn't she really die the moment you violated her on top of him?
FSX: Your going to kill her?! What the hell is with you and killing everyone that catches your eye?!
Letting him go and pushing him back to the wall, Fallen would begin to pace back and forth as he tried to come up with a way out of this situation. As nothing seemed to come to mind, however, a look of worry would begin to form on his face. How could he stop him without showing a sign of weakness to this man that constantly kept ruining his life. Evans would only shake his head slightly as he started to walk away from Fallen without any warning, stretching a moment. Taking notice to this, Fallen would simply stare on over to him, watching him with a glance of anger.
Evans: Everyone has a hobby. Besides, I may still not. I'm undecided...I'll reveal my decision soon enough. Until then, Xavier.
FSX: What a sadistic bastard...Should be fun to take him back down to earth.
Watching as Evans would be quite quick to leave the line of sight, staring for a few good moments to him as he soon looked down the ground. He was soon to be in a good bit of trouble undoubtedly, and there was really no way for him to stop this. Looking to the ground as blood dropped to the ground in front him, a soft smile came to his face. Blood and murder...go figure. This wasn't going to end well for him in any way...but he would have his happy ending. He was sure of it.
Fade out.
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:44:49 GMT -5
OTA Segment: The Demon Inc initiation! (Credit: XS3/RDK/Steele) Saturday, February 21, 2009 Maple Creek ArenaIn this arena, noise is being made for tonight. As we cut to the inside of the arena, we see a crowd of roughly 179 people or so. They are all donned in their normal clothes but they come with the fire and passion of a warrior. These are fans that would seemingly follow their favorite band into combat with them with rigorous enthusiasm. These are fans of the melodic death metal band known as Demon Inc.
We can see all five members onstage doing their thing and doing it pretty damn well if I do say so myself. Ken Dante has just finished a blazing solo, Punished Fox has spiced the song up with a pseudo-progressive drum fill, Maximus Dungeon continues to add the devastating low end with his bass, temporary member Lauren Terry, who is filling in for Christine, adds a dreamy ambiance and XS3 gallops along with his rhythm guitar while unleashing guttural and downright nasty vocals.XS3: All right fuckers, I better hear it loud and proud!The crowd roars back with approval not caring what happens to their voices.XS3: 1… 2… 3!! YOUR TYRANNY ENDED!!!Ken and Maximus lean into their mics and join the fans.Ken, Maximus and Fans: HERE AND NOW! XS3: YOUR REIGN ENDED!Ken, Maximus and Fans: HERE AND NOW! XS3: ALL OF THIS ENDED!Ken, Maximus and Fans: HERE AND NOW! XS3 steps back from the mic and lets the fans bask in the moment to let their voices be heard.Fans: THE APOCALYPSE CLAIMED YOU WHEN THE FOUR HORSEMEN SPOKE! Ken and Maximus hit their final notes and let it resonate through the arena. As Fox continues to strike the cymbals like a demon possessed, Maximus adds a downright haunting bassline as XS3 grabs the mic.XS3: It's everything you ever feared…As the song ends, the fans let their voices be heard once more as they approve with cheering. XS3 cannot help but smile as he looks on at the sea of fans. Lauren looks over at the man who had saved her life once before and smiles. XS3 smirks back and looks back at the fans.XS3: Wow… I just wanted to say one thing before we go into our encore… From the bottom of our hearts, we thank you for coming out and supporting us. We hope our next album will surprise you and rock your world… But for now, there is a special guest who has been itching to join Demon Inc. He's apparently here to audition for the band… Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear it for Jake Steele!The crowd collectively gasps and suddenly begins to cheer louder as Jake Steele, the man himself, makes his way from the back and joins his friends onstage. In his hand rests a piece of paper and a music stand. He props up the music stand in front of Maximus and places the paper on it. The bassist scratches his head in confusion as Jake grabs the mic.Steele - Yo, yo, yo! What da fuck is up, Maple Creek![/color] The crowd responds with cheers.Steele - So I thought I'd take a quick break from kickin' Jay Zero's ass, and come fucks with my Canadian peeps! Den I thought... how 'bout I tryout for Demon Inc!?[/color] Some fans nod in approval while Maximus leans over to Jake.Maximus: Dude, you're sure you want to do this? They're probably not going to like this. Steele - Haha, trust me, I can work a crowd like dis. Just repeat dat same bassline over and over again like we praticed, aight?[/color] Maximus: Practiced?! I just looked at it now! … Well, all right. XS3, Ken and Lauren set their respective instruments down and go over to one side of the stage. They look on as Fox starts up a simple beat. Maximus then goes into a funky bassline. Jake then grabs the mic and smirks before going into his audition:Steele - Rest assure when I step in, I'm bound to kill a nigga or two, Dat money is my honey, you can call me Winnie da Pooh, I run in hard and fast, you won't even question what I do, So when I leave a scratch on ya face, just call me DJ Clue
Shit, foolz ooze when they face me and snooze, Ask Zero, I hit him in da face with ten bottles of booze, After, he didn't know if he was drunk or just fucked up He was bleedin' and laughin', his whole face cut up
Sounded like da Joker, but ain't shit funny, I pulled out my bat, man and screamed "WHERE'S MAH MONEY!?" He wasn't tryin' to give it up, so I took it like a rapist No homo, I even had God turn athiest
I look around and I see nothin' but chumps, My legs tired, I been runnin' da game longer than forest gump, INTERIOR CROCODILE ALLIGATOR, I DRIVE A CHEVROLET MOVIE THEATER
RAH![/COLOR] Jake then signals for Fox and Maximus to stop. He looks at the crowd and smiles, waiting for approval. What he manages to get is dead silence. Some fans turn to each other and murmur in disapproval.Fan 1: What the hell was that? Fan 2: I'm all for metalheads coming together… But isn't rap technically our enemy? Black Metal Fan: WE MUST BURN HIM AT THE STAKE! HE IS NOT KVLT ENOUGH TO BE HERE!!!! Everyone stops what they were doing to look on at the black metal fan.Fan 3: Fuck off, Gaygoroth fanboy. Poser. The black metal fan sighs in dejection and walks off. As the fans turn back to Jake, who looks nervous right now, something else catches the attention of the crowd. A man with a very macho figure comes out, much to the surprise of everyone onstage and in the crowd.Fan 2: Holy shit! It's Macho Man RDK! RDK has a mic in hand and a grin on his face.RDK: OoOoOoOoOH YEAH BRUDAHS AND SISTAHS! LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING. THE MACH WAS IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD WHEN HE HEARD THAT JAKE STEELE WAS RAPPING AT A METAL SHOW! NOW I'M SURE YOU PEOPLE DON'T TAKE TOO KINDLY TO THAT KIND OF STUFF! OoOoOoOoOH NOOOOOOOOO! RDK: So the Mach had an idea…RDK gathers up the five members of Demon Inc and Jake Steele for a small group huddle.RDK: Do you brudahs know "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye?… A small pause overtakes the group.Maximus: Oddly enough, I'm a big fan of Marvin Gaye and jazz in general. Ken: Sure, I can get it down. Fox: I've heard it before. I can do a good beat. Lauren: Same. I can probably emulate the horns. RDK looks over at XS3 and Steele.XS3: Well, I'm not sure if I remember the lyrics.Steele - Nah man, I don't think you got a thing to worry about. RDK will probably get everyone singin' it before da night's over.RDK: That's the spirit Brudah! Fox, Ken, Maximus and Lauren take to their stations and prepare to unleash magic. As the fans look on in confusion/delight, the song starts up and RDK takes center stage.RDK: I've been really tryin', baby!!! OW!OoOoH Yeaaah! RDK gives a wink before swerving to the music, to the sheer appeal of the crowd.RDK: Tryin' to hold back this feelin' for so long And if you flex...like a Mach...BABY...come on....just MACH Up!RDK does an axe kick before sliding across the ring on both feet....RDK: Whooooooooo--let's get it on! YEAH SISTAH! Ah, babe, let's get it oWAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWONNN! Let's love, baby! Let's get it on, sugar!RDK points at an older woman in the crowd who blinks her eyes...RDK: Let's get it MACH! Whoo-ooh-ooh ! Macho Man twirls around and "pulls down" the lights with a motion of his arm, and the arena dims with a sexy blue....RDK: We're all sensitive people....brudahs.... With so much to give! Understand me, sugar! Since we got to be Let's live I love you!!!!RDK then points at XS3, who suddenly has a groove in his step and a smile on his face.XS3: There's nothin' wrong With me lovin' you Baby, no, no And givin' yourself to me can never be wrong If the love is true Oh, babe, ooh, ooh
Don't you know How sweet and wonderful life can be? Whoo-ooh I'm askin' you, baby To get it on with me (But then again maybe not because my wife could find out and that would really suck)
I ain't gonna worry, I ain't gonna push Won't push you, baby So come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, baby Stop beatin' 'round the bush, heyRDK: All right brudahs and sistahs! Join in!The fans let their instincts take over and the metalheads have become jazz fans for one night only it seems. They throw up the horns, their arms, lighters, cell phones, underwear or whatever they can find as they all join as one:Crowd: Let's get it on, ooh, ooh Let's get it on You know what I'm talkin' 'bout Come on, baby, hey, hey Let your love come out If you believe in love Let's get it on, ooh, ooh Let's get it on, baby This minute, oh yeah Let's get it on Please, please, get it on Hey, hey Fox and Ken turn to each other and look on, dumbfounded. Maximus is way into the groove to care and Lauren points at Jake, who takes his mic and lets RDK's karaoke skills rub off on him.Steele - I know you know What I've been dreamin' of Don't you, baby? My whole body is in love Whoo
I ain't gonna worry, no, I ain't gonna push I won't push you, baby, whoo Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, darlin' Stop beatin' 'round the bush, hey[/COLOR] Once again, RDK commands the fans to take over on vocals.Crowd: Gonna get it on Beggin' you, baby, I want to get it on You don't have to worry that it's wrong If the spirit moves you, let me groove you good Let your love come down Oh, get it on, come on, baby XS3 spots a couple making out in the crowd and laughs as he joins RDK, Steele, his bandmates and practically everyone else in the building.Everyone: Do you know I mean it? I've been sanctified Hey, hey Girl, you give me good feelings, so good Nothin' wrong with love If you want to love me Just let yourself go Oh, baby Let's get it on And as the song reaches its conclusion, the crowd gives off major cheering and raucous applause, throwing up their fists or horns. It is within this moment that RDK and Steele realize that sometimes, metal is about unity through a mutual connection between the fan and the artist themselves. RDK and Steele take their leave as XS3 picks up his guitar once more.XS3: How about that shit, eh? LET'S HEAR IT FOR JAKE STEELE AND RDK!The crowd lets out more cheers as a chick gets onto her boyfriend's shoulders and take her shirt off.Girl: I LOVE YOU JAKE AND RANDY! MAKE LOVE TO ME! Boyfriend: … As Demon Inc. prepare to play their last song of the night, Jake and RDK look at each other and laugh.RDK: I always loved karaoke nights.Steele - We gotta do dat shit more often...[/color] Fade.
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:45:31 GMT -5
Segment: Where In The World Is Yoko Satoshi? #02 (Credit: Rattlesnake / Yoko)
Find Yoko Satoshi, make sure she's safe.
Not her exact words, but that's what the currently imprisoned Sarin Rossi has asked her boyfriend, the one and only Rattlesnake, to do. Accompanying him is Yoko's little(not so little anymore) sister, Yuki Satoshi, age sixteen.
How does one find someone? Check their hangouts. Hotel room, ACW Arena, home in Okinawa... But, no luck.
How does one find someone that has seemingly vanished? Ask their friends.
And therein lies the problem. Yoko's friends are mostly
A. In Prison B. Evil C. Ex-Friends D. Otherworldly E. Scattered Across Earth
Or any combination of the above. Some will be easier to find than others, while some are absolutely not an option(Let's find Ridley and knock on his door!).
In order to find Yoko, you must locate Yoko's friends.
...
SOMEONE has to know SOMETHING.
So let's begin with the last person she was close to...
Rattlesnake: What could she have possibly seen in Jade?
Snake and Yuki are walking into a sleazy motel in search of Jade Amuro, Yoko's most recent girlfriend, now ex-girlfriend.
Yuki: She was lonely, which was partially YOUR fault, by the way.
Rattlesnake: I know, but...well, I guess she's pretty.
Yuki: I think it has more to do with the fact that Jade was her first crush.
Rattlesnake: Sarin told me Yoko's first crush was BK London.
Yuki: Her first girl crush, I meant. I really regret revealing her crush on BK. I was such a stupid eleven year old.
Rattlesnake: It doesn't seem like it's been that long ago since you were tiny. Tinier.
Yuki: Everyone keeps saying that.
They turn a corner and then travel upstairs to the second floor. A rat zips by Snake's foot and into a slightly open room.
Yuki: Classy. Why does she live here? Doesn't she have ridiculously large stacks of money? You know, from the wrestling and the modeling?
Rattlesnake: Money goes fast if you're not careful. Go crazy a few times and you end up living here.
Yuki: Maybe she's just saving her money REALLY well?
Rattlesnake: I sort of doubt that. Here we are, Room 211.
Yuki: You're sure this is the right address?
Rattlesnake: It's where her last check was mailed to when she got released, according to some records.
Yuki gently knocks, on a spot of the door that doesn't look...sticky.
Shuffling feet are heard, and the door opens. There stands Jade, dressed in blue jean shorts and a baggy grey t-shirt, and holding a half empty, unlabeled bottle of beer. Her currently short hair is unwashed. Her skin is pale, her body is thin, and her eyes have heavy bags. Her arms have bruises around her veins...Is this the right Jade Amuro?
Jade: ...Did...Did someone send me strippers? I had plans tonight.
Rattlesnake: We're not strippers, we-
Jade: Wait! Rattlesnake, from ACW! And...
She eyes Yuki for a moment.
Jade: Snake, why'd you bring me a stripper?
Yuki: I'm not a stripper, my name is Yuki. Yuki S-
Rattlesnake: Can we come in for a moment?
Jade: Uhh...Sure, make yourselves at home. I'd offer a beer, but this one's-
Rattlesnake: That's alright.
She opens the door for them to pass through. Snake moves to Yuki's ear and whispers to her.
Rattlesnake(Whispering): Don't let her know your last name yet.
The room is less than impressive. It's less than unimpressive. It HAS to be breaking some law.
There are two twin beds pushed together with a nightstand on both sides; one supporting a lamp, the other holding a small cooling fan. There's a dresser with the drawers open and her clothing stuffed in them and hanging out. On the dresser is a medium sized TV. There's a window. There's one other door, leading to a very cramped bathroom with only a toilet, shower, sink, mirror, and waste basket. Most of the trash seems to be fast food wrappings and plastic eating utinsils. Except for structure cracks, mysterious stains, and a few insects, that's everything.
Jade: Home sweet home, right?
Rattlesnake: Well, it's not the streets. It's something.
Jade: Yeah, better than the streets. My oooown little slice of the American dream, I guess. To fame.
She sips her beer. Then, awkward silence.
Yuki: So, how have you been?
Jade: Are you kidding me? Take a fucking look around. I'm nearly broke and I live in a motel called "The Quickstop Fun Palace."
Yuki: I meant...
Rattlesnake: I think she meant you personally, Jade. You look as good as ever.
Snake wonders if she knows exactly how broken down she looks. Jade smirks.
Jade: You're looking pretty good yourself, Snake. How about you ditch the runt and we have a bit of fun? It's been a few days since I've had a good, long, fuck.
That catches both Snake and Yuki completely off guard.
Jade: I can only do so much with the motel's free porno channel.
Jade turns to face Yuki.
Jade: Or if you want, we can let her join in. She's kind of cute. You ever been with a girl before, Yuki?
She walks slowly toward Yuki, while at the same time Yuki backs away from her. Suddenly, Yuki backs into something and almost trips over. She steadies herself and twists to see.
It's a miniature black refridgerator. It goes up to Yuki's hips. On top is a small mirror, razor, straw, and a pile of white powder. Yuki's never seen actual cocaine before. Jade sees her eying it.
Jade: You can have some if you want.
Yuki: ...Really? I can?
Snake thwaps Yuki in the back of her head, lightly.
Rattlesnake: No, you can't! Jade, she's only sixteen! And I'm not interested either.
Jade: Calm down, cowboy! We don't need it to-
Rattlesnake: I am very, very flattered, really, but I have a girlfriend. Remember?
Jade frowns at him. She looks bothered.
Jade: You're STILL with Sarin Rossi?! For fuck's sake, does she have a fucking monopoly on everyone I have an interest in?! Even from prison?!
Rattlesnake: I'm sorry if you thought differently, but we're here for another reason.
Jade: Of course, heaven fucking forbid some former co-worker actually come to check on me once in a while. Wait, wait, is this an official visit? Did Ginger send you?
Her eyes light up with excitement.
Rattlesnake: Err...
Jade: Are you scouting me for a new contract? You said I looked great! Right?
Yuki: We want to ask you about Yoko.
Jade's spirits crash and burn as fast as they went up.
Jade: You came here to talk about Yoko? Why?
Yuki: She hasn't been seen since October, and she's been missing since long before that. You were together...
Jade: Were. We broke up in 2007, and I haven't seen her since. I spent so much time chasing that fucking cunt, and I mean that in more than one way, and we never got past first base! She could have at least given me a farewell fuck before leaving! I even would have settled for a farewell lick..
Yuki: She didn't say where she was going?
Jade lets out a sigh of frustration.
Jade: Let me back up a bit.
Sheis silent for a moment as she thinks of where to begin the story.
Jade: In 2007, I was modeling around the world. When I heard Sarin left her for, well, you, Snake, I flew back here to win back Yoko's heart immediately. My dozens of cancelled photoshoots got me blacklisted from the modeling industry, but I didn't care, I finally had Yoko. I was in love, I was given a new, bigger ACW contract, and I even had the inspiration for my next pop album and signed a new record deal. I was finally on top of the world; in love and super successful.
Yuki: You make it sound so...perfect.
Jade: That's because it WAS. It was the life everyone dreams of, the life I dreamed of.
She turns up her beer to finish it.
Jade: And then only a few months later, we got suspended. We being me, Yoko, Orochi, and Sarin. Some bullshit about Yoko faking her doctor's clearance to compete, something about her skull or nose thing, or whatever.
Yuki: Her internal sinus fractures.
Jade: I never understood it exactly. I still don't. Yoko lied about her clearance, and they said we helped her do it, which is bullshit but whatever. Yoko got suspended and fired for it while we got "released" in secret. Ginger even did it in person, one by one, then tried to suppress the news reports. Suppress four top stars vanishing from ACW. Fucking hilarious.
Rattlesnake: Sarin stayed with me for a while and then went off to do tons of charity and television worldwide. What about you two?
Jade: Well, Yoko got...dark. I can't explain it. Orochi left to go back to China, and a few days later, she was just gone.
Yuki: Gone?
Jade: Just gone. No message, no reason...And she didn't take anything, not even clothes. That was that. My love abandoned me, I lost my album inspiration and missed my deadlines so the record label cancelled it completely. I lost my ACW contract, and no one else would hire me because of how many times I got suspended and fired in ACW. No one in the modeling industry would take my calls because of the blacklist. I pawned what I could, took my savings, and...Here we are.
Yuki: Did you pawn Yoko's things too?
Jade: I was going to, but felt bad about it. I gave it all to her lawyer instead.
Rattlesnake: I'm sorry, I didn't know any of it was this sad.
Jade: Funny thing is that Sarin got re-signed and won the world title. I even saw Yoko fight TK. She was different. Meaner. She was even worse when she faced BK again. Where's my comeback at, anyway?
Rattlesnake: I'll...mention you to Ginger sometime.
Jade: Do you think he'd really rehire me?
Rattlesnake: Can you pass a drug test?
Jade sighs.
Jade: It's a nice dream at least.
Rattlesnake: We should go now. Thank you for talking to us, Jade. You didn't have to, but you did.
Yuki: So that's it? You can't think of ANYWHERE she'd go?
Jade: I just spilled my entire recent history, you whore. Did you try her house in Okinawa? She likes younger girls, she's probably screwing her sister's friends, or straight up fucking her sister.
Snake and Yuki look away.
Jade: Shit, what's her name? Her little sister. I can never remember.
Yuki: Yuki Satoshi...
Jade: Right, thanks.
Realization drops over Jade's face.
Jade: Oh, fuck me. I'm sorry! I thought you looked like Yoko and Yuki...yeah...
Yuki: I'm ready to leave, Snake.
Jade: Hang on!
They wait for her. Jade grabs a pen off the floor and a cheeseburger wrapper and writes something down, then gives Snake the wrapper.
Rattlesnake: What's this?
Jade: A Chinese address. Someone there accepts mail for Orochi and passes it to him when he knows where he is. Orochi gave this address to me when he left so I could tell him what Yoko's doing. It could help.
Rattlesnake: It could. Thanks again.
Jade: Yeah...um, please remember to tell Ginger I need a job. I only have a couple month's worth of money left...
Rattlesnake: I will. I promise.
Jade: Bye...and sorry about the incest joke, Yuki.
Yuki: Bye.
They exit Room 211, Jade's home, and travel down the stairs, around the corner, onward, and out.
The hell of "The Quickstop Fun Palace" is quickly left behind as they follow the sidewalk.
Yuki: Think Ginger will help Jade?
Rattlesnake: I'm not telling him about Jade.
Yuki: What?! But...you promised her!
Rattlesnake: She'll be better off this way. Let the poor girl keep her dream for as long as possible.
Yuki doesn't respond. After a few moments, she realizes something...
Yuki: If my sister hasn't been with Jade since 2007, where was she? Where could she be NOW?
Rattlesnake: Hopefully Orochi can enlighten us on that. Of course, now we've gotta find him, and he's notorious for disappearing into the illegal Chinese underground fighting circuits for years at a time.
Yuki: At least we have the address of one of his contacts.
Rattlesnake: Yeah, that's going to be a major help.
Yuki turns around but keeps walking, backwards, while watching the motel slowly fade out of view.
Yuki: I was really hoping Yoko would have been there with Jade the whole time. Now I'm even more worired.
Rattlesnake: I would be more worried if she HAD been there with Jade the whole time. She wouldn't be Yoko anymore, not as you or I know her. This was a good turn of events.
Yuki turns back around and is smiling.
Yuki: Sarin would be proud of how you handled this.
Rattlesnake: When you see her, leave out the part where Jade tried to come onto me, ok?
Yuki: Only if YOU leave out the part where Jade offerred me cocaine.
Rattlesnake: Deal.
Yuki: Alright then.
They smile at each other as they walk their path. Where it will take them next is something only the future knows!
To Be Continued...
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:45:50 GMT -5
“The Answer Lies in the Heart of Battle” Credit: Scott Andrews, Thunderkiss [Awaiting the beats of “God of Thunder” to usher him out into thousands of adoring fans, Thunderkiss awaits near the back of the entranceway surveying tonight’s proceedings. What has been an otherwise peaceful and quiet few minutes swiftly changes with the appearance of tonight’s opponent, none other than the Vigilante, Scott Andrews. Both men have a lot on their minds right now and their upcoming spat stands in the way of the true ambitions. Either way, it is the heart of the battle that pumps the blood within each man and conflict will always dictate what path they choose in life. Unfortunately for the moment, both their hearts have lead their paths to cross and neither man feels like stepping aside for the other.] Thunderkiss: Looks like you and I get to have a round three, Mr. Andrews. Or perhaps its round four? It would seem that as I grow older I tend to forget the little things. Anyway, before I beat you up again, have you seen a small, hot Asian woman wearing a nurses outfit per chance?Scott Andrews: I’m afraid not. Also, before I make you eat those words with a Head Shot, have you seen a strange, little guy dressed up in a Goblin suit welding very sharp objects in his hands? Thunderkiss: That is also a negative. I would also like to say that only in Alpha Championship Wrestling would such a conversation occur. Scott Andrews: I won't argue with that... Thunderkiss: You know, Scott, you really aren’t such a bad guy, after all. Truth be told, I really admire your effort. You’re a straight shooter, and in this business, that’s a hard quality to find. I mean, look what’s coming out of that entranceway these days. Loud mouth guys who haven’t paid a single due and will lie out of their teeth to get ahead. Scott Andrews:[/b] Truth be told, I really don’t give a damn what you think, Kiss. In fact, since the moment you walked through that door, that’s exactly what you have done, so I guess it would make you an expert on the subject. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have something more productive to do than listen to a ‘roided up asshole fawn over me. Thunderkiss: Well, did you ever just relieve me of any remorse I may have encountered tonight after pile driving your head into the canvas like a hammer to a nail. How silly of me to think an ACW veteran would actually treat me with civility. Oh, and good luck finding the Goblin. I’m sure you’ll need it considering your head is so far up your ass the only trail you can follow is that of your own shit.[Not one to be shown up by either force or words, Andrews bumps and places his chest upon TK’s to show him that he means business.] Scott Andrews: Say that again. Thunderkiss: Why, are you hard of hearing? Now, don’t go beating your chest Scott unless you can back it up. Scott Andrews: I don't care how big you are, how strong you are, or how manly you think you are. You and I are nothing of the same. While you're shoving your dick into a vagina that's seen more action than the Rambo series and Die Hard combined, I'm out fighting everything that stands in my way. I'm trying to find the man who killed my father and you have the audacity to mock me and my purpose? Fuck you. I've spilled the blood of many men; tall, short, fat, skinny, black, white, it doesn't matter. And if you think for one second that because you parade around like you're better than everyone else, that you're shit don't stink; you're more obnoxious than I first thought... [Scott gets right up in the face of Mr. 500%.] Scott: ...and I hate obnoxious people. [TK smirks and raises his right palm in the air. He points to it with his left index finger, and with a bit of excitement in his voice he replies.] Thunderkiss: THIS. This is where the power lies. And trust me, Scott, I have plenty of that for you tonight. In fact, I have FIVE HUNDRED PERCENT of it to give! I’ll see your crackerjack ass in the ring. [TK parts ways with Andrews who is contemplating starting the match early. To his better judgement he abstains, though he holds onto TK’s words with dear life for they will surely fuel his rage for the battle to come.] [FADE]
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