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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:46:10 GMT -5
OTA: One More For The Road Dan White Thursday Night. 11:37pm. ACW Hospital Maternity Ward.The art of babymaking is quite obviously a messy one, and one very rarely held with enough prestige to mimic in the future. So when the camera opens up to see Dan White and the women he made pregnant, post water breaking, in a maternity ward, you'd be forgiven for diverting your children's eyes from the television screen. There's a bunch of nurses around Jo, with Dan wearing a pale blue smock and mask, trying to butt in all the time as Jo moans in pain.Dan: Whoa there, what are you doing there? The mid-wife rolls her eyes. Dan's clearly given her enough grief today.Mid-Wife: That would be an injection of painkillers. Dan's eyes widen.Dan: Yeah but down THERE?! Christ almighty, you women have it hard. The mid-wife looks up at Dan with a scowl. She's middle-aged, a short woman with a bit extra weight for lovin'. But she also looks experienced with the job, experienced enough to be able to put up with the likes of Dan White.Mid-Wife: Just be grateful you'll never have to do this. Dan takes a step back, but the leans back, focusing his eyes.Dan: Okay.....so what's that there? Mid-Wife: Dan, that would be her vagina. Dan's eyes widen. To be blunt, it's as though he's seen a ghost. Almost like he'd never want to touch vagina again. But something else catches his eye.Dan: ...Okay, and what's that thing down there? The mid-wife pauses what she's doing, sighing as she turns to Dan.Mid-Wife: That, Dan, is still her vagina. Dan's eyes widen even more, his eyebrows curve inwards in a state of sheer shock and horror. He then pulls a face that can only be described as Kel Mitchell in disgust. If you watched Keenan and Kel you'd know the face. Anyways, Dan has to stop himself from throwing up in the room – hardly the most appropriate environment for the baby to be born in.
But then just as Dan manages to clamber, and literally grab hold of two nurses to stop himself from fainting, the mid-wife shouts for an instrument.Mid-Wife: Scissors, please. Dan: ...Scissors? What the hell do you plan to do with them?! The mid-wife ignores Dan's question as she prepares them, and Dan's eyes widen again, with The Fear locked fully in as the mid-wife begins cutting at Jo.Dan: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! Mid-Wife: I'm cutting her so there's more room for the baby to get through, you idiot! Dan: YOU'VE RIPPED HER IN TWO! WHAT MAN WOULD WANT HER NOW?! Jo looks in severe pain and understandably so, as she's give another dose of painkillers, whilst the mid-wife angrily turns to Dan.Mid-Wife: Look, you're really beginning to annoy me. It's quarter to midnight and I've already had a long day. Please, Dan. Dan: Hey! I have a right to be here! Mid-Wife: Not if you don't shut up. I can have you out of here until the baby's born. Dan doesn't like being spoken to in such a tone. He raises a finger.Dan: Oi, don't talk to me like that! I'm the Welsh Dragon! I'm Mr. Omega Effect! I'm Genetically Superior! If you don't watch it, that baby's gonna come out of there and bitch-slap you with a Stunt Bomb so fast you'll- !-=-WHACK!!!-=-!
The Mid-Wife has taken enough of Dan's jip, and with one mighty punch, Dan flies further than any wrestler ever caused him too, and he flies out of the room, crashing against the wall as the doors begin to shut.Mid-Wife: And STAY OUT!! *********************************************************** Thursday Night. 11:58pm. ACW Hospital Nurse's Station.The camera fades out and then back in, and Dan's at the nurse's station, still in a smock with an ice-pack to his forehead, as a nurse with short blonde hair tries to sooth him.Dan: Bloody hell, that mid-wife had a queer punch on her like. Nurse: Ah, don't worry about her. She's always been a bit of a moody bitch, just try and be apologetic to her and she'll let you back in. Dan sighs, and winces at the same time as the motion moves muscles over his wounded eye.Nurse: Something up? Dan: Meh, just I dunno. Most dudes would be happy and that. But I'm really, really not. I'm not ready for this shit, I found out I had a 13 year old kid just last year, so all this is pretty fucking overwhelming. Nurse: ...13 years old? But you don't like so- Dan: I'm 27. Nurse: ...Damn... Dan: (nodding his head) Yeah. But I guess I should just go and grovel a bit. Catch you later, and thanks. He pats her hand, and takes his leave. The nurse realises that he left a card on the table.Nurse: Hey, what's this? Dan smiles as he responds.Dan: It's my number. Call me. She cracks a smile as she slots it into her pocket, and Dan does the “call me” symbol as he makes his way back down the corridor.*********************************************************** Friday Morning. 12:05pm. ACW Hospital Maternity Ward.We fade in, and with a bump on his head, Dan's at the door to the room where Jo is having a baby. The Mid-Wife's head is stuck out, and she looks less than pleased to see Dan.Mid-Wife: Yes? Dan: Alright, sorry I was a prick. I really am. But can I come in and do something to actually help? The mid-wife gives in a couple of moment's thought, before making her decision.Mid-Wife: ...All right. But one snidey remark, and you're out of here, got it? She's nearly ready. Dan: Alrighty! They both enter the room, but Dan's quick to make a comment on the situation.Dan: Oh man, that's a hell of a lot of blood. What should I do?! Mid-Wife: I would suggest doing what most fathers WOULD do and hold her hand and comfort her. Dan crocks both his hands into a pose like The Fonz.Dan: Right on. He rushes over, grabbing Jo's hand. Jo looks a serious state. Her face is completely flushed, her make-up all over the place, and she really just looks like she wants all this to be over.Dan: Hey Jo, don't worry, it's me. Jo: Hey Dan.....AHHHH.......So glad you could be hereeeeeeaaaahh!!!! She lets out two distinct groans of pain, as Dan's hand begins turning blue through the grip of Jo's clutch.Dan: Ah ah okay, yes I'm here but could you loosen your grip a little? The Mid-Wife looks over, and rolls her eyes.Mid-Wife: BREATHE! GET HER BREATHING!!! Her bellowing voice startles Dan, but he looks over like a deer in headlights, nods his head, and begins to get Jo to breathe.Dan: Alright, just remember your breathing yeah? Deep breaths. Slowwwww deep breaths. Jo: Ahhh, it hurts! Mid-Wife: Come on now Jo, we can see the head. Dan suddenly pauses, looking over.Dan: Really? Mid-Wife: Yep. Come on Jo, a few more pushes! Dan snaps back into it, turning to Jo.Dan: Yeah, just a few more pushes now. Jo: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mid-Wife: Come on Jo, just a couple more pushes!! Jo screams out as Dan's hand is reduced to grain; the slurping sound of the baby passing through is evident, although the camera chooses to fix on Dan and Jo.Mid-Wife: One more..... Jo: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!! ahhh...... There is suddenly a relief like no man can ever imagine as the baby finally passes through, along with the rest of the natural equipment used to make one. Jo rests her head on the pillow, letting out a small, tiny little whimper. She releases Dan's hand, but Dan can barely utter a word. Open mouthed, he stares as the baby is wiped up and cleaned, wailing as it embraces the big bad World for the first time. The baby is then gently placed into Jo's arms, just a couple of inches away from Dan.Jo: Oh my god....oh my god! He's so beautiful... The tears begin to stream down Jo's face, as the Mid-Wife snaps Dan back onto planet earth with a tap on the shoulder.Mid-Wife: Congratulations, you two. Dan: Oh, erm, thanks. Dan's still in a state of shock, but there's a small smile of appreciation to the mid-wife, who asks another question.Mid-Wife: So what are you going to name her? ...
A brief pause as Dan's eyes widen for about the fiftieth time tonight.Dan: Oh, wow. It's a girl? Hmm.... He looks at Jo, who looks back. But she's in such a state of ecstasy that...Dan: ...I think we're gonna have to get back to you on that. The mid-wife smiles, giving Dan a friendly tap on the shoulder.Mid-Wife: Good luck. Dan smiles.Dan: Thanks. The Mid-Wife exits the room, and the scene begins to fade. It's certainly been a long battle, and at a time when several ACW stars have increased their family, it's going to be very interesting to see who's able to cope the most. The first stage has already been completed, but there are going to be many, many more obstacles for Dan and Jo to encounter, one of which being whether or not Dan's wrestling persona is going to get in the way of things.
Fade Out.
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:46:38 GMT -5
Segment: Seek and Destroy (Credit: Freeman/XS3)
Jason Freeman storms through the hallways of ACW. He seemed calm and collected when he first entered the building, so obviously SOMETHING has changed. Quite possibly it’s the fact that he has yet to find Jonny Hughes, and it’s starting to get on his nerves. His coolness was obviously sitting above the hot anger that burned under the surface, and that’s starting to come out now.
He looks around, and then spies somebody up ahead. He walks towards them, and the person is revealed to be…XS3! He is seen on a cell phone, chatting someone up like the blabbermouth that he is. The fans cheer one of their favorites, as Freeman storms up to him.
Freeman: YOU! You seen Jonny Hughes?!
XS3 is unimpressed by Freeman’s aggresive conversation opener…
XS3: Hang on Ken, I'm gonna put you on hold.
XS3 puts Ken Dante on hold and looks back at Freeman.
XS3: First off, my name ain't "you". It's Matthew Keith Irvine… But since you're too dumb to know what that means, I'm XS3. Second, I don't have time to help you chase Hughes around. You're on your own buddy.
This seems to set Freeman off further, and the lead pipe shoots up threateningly. He is not going to take this. He wants to know where Jonny Hughes is, and he wants to know now.
Freeman: You listen to me. Jonny Hughes attempted to take me out, and he failed. Now I'm getting my revenge. Do you WANT to know what I'm going to do when I find him?
XS3: Um. No?
Freeman: Well, I'm first going to smash this lead pipe right into his skull. After that, I'm going to paint these arena walls red with his blood. Jonny Hughes will NOT walk out of this arena tonight, I can guarantee that. He will be carried out on a stretcher. Of course first I need to FIND him, which I’m having quite a bit of trouble with. What I want you to do, is simply answer my one question. Have. You. Seen. Jonny. Hughes?
A pause.
Freeman: HAVE YOU?!
XS3: NO! Fuck's sakes man!
Freeman slowly lowers the pipe, the only sound his angry breathing as XS3 glares at him. Freeman regains his composure, pushing his hair back, and forcing a smirk.
Freeman: If you find him, you tell him I’m looking for him, you got that?
XS3: Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever. Now fuck off, I've got other things to worry about.
Freeman: Good.
And Freeman turns, walking off down the hallway muttering under his breath. XS3 looks after him before rolling his eyes, and going on his way. Freeman seems to getting angrier and angrier as he continues to attempt to find Hughes. Now he walks off towards….the ring? Perhaps Freeman has decided that if he can’t find Hughes, then he’s going to have Hughes come to him. XS3 then returns to his call.
XS3: Sorry 'bout that. Freeman. Yakkity yak yak. YOU KNOW. Heh. Anyway, so what I'm thinking for the album cover is…
Fade.[/I]
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:47:09 GMT -5
..::ACW::.. THUNDERKISS VS. SCOTT ANDREWS..::WARFARE::..
Time limit: 15 Minutes Referee: Carter Donovan
-* Tale of the Tape *-
Thunderkiss Age: 31 Height: 6'7" Weight: 353 lbs. Hometown: San Fernando, California
“The Scarlet Assassin” Scott Andrews Age: 26 Height: 6'0" Weight: 233 lbs. Hometown: Tampa Bay, Florida Thunderkiss takes one step out of the entranceway expecting Gene Simmon’s voice to usher him to the ring and instead he gets Flashing Lights [Instrumental]” by Kanye West. He comes to a complete halt and looks up to see that his former “Aiden Joseph” Alpha Tron is displaying itself upon the larger than life screen. Knowing full well who now sits within the production booth, he finds the nearest camera and places his face just inches away from its tip to make sure that “he who now produces the show” can hear him loud and clear. Thunderkiss: Oh. Does BLACK AND WHITE find this funny? I’m glad the man who sent me a bloody dildo and a series of love letters would find this humorous. Thunderkiss does his best to ignore his past which tickles his senses with it’s vengeful beats and visuals. In the ring he now stands awaiting his opponent, who just as unluckily will taste the wrath of Dan White. Out comes Scott Andrews who walks right into a healthy dose of Rick Rolling. Rick Astley’s “Never Going to Give You Up” serenades him to the ring and he could not be more displeased. Looking as if he is explode, he clenches his fist and holds it in saving every ounce of it for Thunderkiss. Sliding into the ring, he stands dead center waiting for the bell to sound before he bursts. Wanting to live up to his reputation of being a man who doesn’t back down from a challenge, TK rushes to meet him and Donovan lights the wick of this match up with the sounding of the bell!~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: Thunderkiss and Andrews lock up in the middle of the ring and in this contest of strength TK easily wins. Not that Andrews is a slouch, but when you face a man who drinks more steroids than water, you know you are at a disadvantage. TK throws Andrews into the center of the ring and in charges Scott with a leaping dropkick. It nails TK in the knee and Thunderkiss drops down onto his. With his torso left open for attack, Scott Andrew’s obliges with a LARIAT OF REVENGE! Thunderkiss falls to his back and Andrews stomps away on him with reckless abandon. Lifting him up to his feet, Scott takes his head and smashes into a nearby turnbuckle and combos with a Chin Crusher. Thunderkiss is now prone on the mat and Scott heads to the top rope. Patiently he waits for Thunderkiss to climb up onto his feet. The instant he does he leaps off with a Diving Spinning Wheel Kick. It all connects onto TK’s chest and once again TK goes south. Wishing to test the waters, Andrews leaps onto TK for a quick cover by gets a two. Knowing full well it will take a lot more to keep the big man down, the last attempt was merely a message to Thunderkiss to show him that another second may not be that much far away. It is a message received loud and clear and he gets back into the thick of a match with a roaring European Uppercut. Scott staggers backwards onto the ropes and TK buys himself even more time to recover by clothesline Scott right over them where he crashes onto the floor below. Maxwell McNally: TK survives Scott’s early onslaught and gets a moment to refill his lungs with much needed air! “Fast” Eddie Edison: A moment? More like a second McNally! Andrews is already crawling back into the ring! MATCH MIDPOINT: After Andrews returns to the ring he picks up where he left off and knocks TK so far off balance that he drops him face first with a FURY MODE FLURRY! Andrews then stalls the match a bit by leaping up onto TK’s back and slapping on a Chin Lock. Upwards he lifts TK’s head stretching his neck in directions it was never meant to go in. Sick and tired of being Andrew’s punching bag, TK’s rage begins to build. Slowly but surely he begins to lift his entire body upwards, Scott Andrews hangs on for dear life. Now standing on his feet, Andrews’ smarts take over and he slaps on a Sleeper hold to counter! The crowd “ooh’s” and “ahh’s” over his ring smarts and his fans begin to cheer as he begins to turn out TK’s lights. Not wanting to be shown up, TK displays his own ring smarts and backs his entire body into a nearby corner. The crushing weight of his body against Andrews is enough for him to escape Scott’s clutches. Now free, he turns and fires a massive punch directly into Andrew’s chest cavity. The KICKSTART MY HEART punch causes Scott to slump to the canvas and it is how he who is on the end of TK’s big boots. Around and around TK goes, stomping Andrews into the canvas as he promised he would. Andrews rolls to freedom and slides underneath the bottom rope onto the arena floor. From inside the ring TK reaches out for him, a mistake that will soon prove costly. Andrews counters by leaping up and grabbing TK’s head. With it in his hands, he drops his body weight down to the arena floor and TK’s neck is smashed into the top rope. He falls onto his back and Andrews goes in for the kill. Maxwell McNally: What a rookie mistake by Thunderkiss, if only he was a rookie that is! There is no excuse for someone of his stature to make such a gaff like that! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Maybe some hottie was flashing her tits at him in the front row. Hey, it’s happened before. MATCH ENDING: The end draws near, and if the last few minutes are any indication, it shall be for Thunderkiss. Andrews does not give him an inch and goes in for the kill with a REASSURING THE KILL MK1. With incredible strength he drives TK across his knee and then blasts him with a flurry of elbow shots. TK is busted open and slumps off Andrew’s knee in constant pain. Andrews picks him up and prepares for the HEAD SHOT. Sizing TK up, he focuses every bit of energy into his leg and foot. Running forth, he prepares to explode his fury upon TK but at the last second the Thunderman leaps out the way. Scott goes sailing over him and TK staggers to his feet after rolling up off the canvas. There, he looks up into the heavens above. Closing his eyes, he opens his heart and from within the power of five men comes forth and fills every muscle in his body. 100%! 200%! 300%! 400%!500%! Andrews has not seen this before but most certainly has heard about it. Holding nothing back, he throws everything he has at Thunderkiss who manages to avoid most of his barrage. The instant Scott tires himself out, Thunderkiss winds up and drives his fist directly into Scott’s rib cage. This staggers him long enough for TK to bounce off the ropes and introduce his forearm to Andrews’ head! Scott gets GOODNIGHT KISS’D! Scott falls conviently onto his back and TK leaps on top of him, hooking his leg for added leverage! ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! WARFARE WINNER: THUNDERKISS!
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:47:30 GMT -5
Segment: Elegance (Credit: Evans/FSX)
With the crowd pumped over what has happened thus far, they sit on the edge of their seats, anticipating what will happen next. They don't have to wait long however, as Fallen Souls' would once again walk out to the ring, 'Beast of Blood' blasting over the P.A. system. He walks out on the ramp with a grin on his face. He is wearing a black suit with a pair of khaki slacks. In his right hand is a clipboard with a few sheets of paper attached to them. He looks down at them and grins a huge grin. He walks down the ramp, looking in the arena. As he enters the ring through the ropes, Fallen Souls quickly calls for a microphone. As he begins to pace around the ring for a bit, he starts to speak.
FSX: Enough of this mindless bullshit that you have had to endure for the past few weeks. You've seen a man kill, and kill, and kill some fucking more. Seen him sob like a little girl when he couldn't get into my head, and try so desperately to reach me that he would start to lose his own mind. It's gone on to the extent he doesn't seem to know what works and what doesn't, as he's trying to get me again! What tactic? Why, a kidnapping?! Gasp! Either way, it doesn't matter anymore!
Pausing a moment, Fallen would smile as he pulled a contract out of his coat, raising it to the air.
FSX: Nothing...NOTHING he does matters anymore. He tried his best to distract everyone, and allude the match that was inevitable...but it wasn't to be. I got the fucking contract, so now it's going to happen! You can't run, you can't hide! You just have to fight me in the ring already! No more choice, I'm forcing it on you.
Suddenly, the lights in the arena go off. Everyone directs their attention to the big screen. A video plays, however this is not one of Dan White's pranks. This is the working of someone else, for sure.
As the video comes to a close, the lights come back on and the fans in the arena are confused beyond belief. Fallen Souls looks confused as well. He scoffs.
FSX: Okay...I don't really know what the hell that was about, but it just looks like more stalling to me. I don't give a damn if your some kinda fucking mummy, you have no choice! We have a match, and it's whatever the hell I want it to be. So I figured there was only one logical conclusion, after all you've done...Make it a Street Fight! I'll beat the hell out of you with everything I can find, and wish you never had that God damned GOD complex!
However, Fallen Souls is quickly interrupted once again. This time, it's not by some scary video. It's by one of the most deranged men in the history of society, A.C. Evans.
A.C. EVANS: Hello, Xavier. Long time, no see.[/color]
FSX: Not particularly, I saw you earlier on in the night. Remember? No, of course you don't. You never pay any fucking attention, do you?!
A.C. EVANS: That's lovely. Now listen, I heard you have a contract in your hand. That piece of paper? That's it?[/color]
FSX: Ugh...seriously, it's like talking to a pre-recorded video here! Yes, it's a contract. It's legal binding, if you understand what that is. You can get away with murder, but you can't get out of this!
A.C. EVANS: Ya' know, Xavier, I wouldn't sign that if I were you.[/color]
FSX: I assume you have at least one good reason, right? Something witty to stop me?
A.C. EVANS: Well, maybe because if you do, you'll be accepting a match with a man who has nothing to lose. Ya' see, Xavier, if we do have a little match at Bloody Valentine, you'll be in for a world of hurt. I've got nothing left to lose, Xavier. Are you sure you want this? [/color]
FSX: It's all I have left on my to-do list. After I rid the world of another cult I'm bound to have enough money to retire! No selling cars for me, just a happy fucking ending! Literally!
A.C. EVANS: Well, there is one other reason why you shouldn't sign that contract..[/color]
FSX: Go ahead, tell me. What do you have cooked up now. Something to do with Joytoy, right?
Evans chuckles a bit to himself as the camera pans out a little bit.
A.C. EVANS: You see, you may not want to do that because I have something you don't. Aside from talent, I have something you lust for. I have something that is bigger than your ego. I have..JOYTOY..[/color]
As the camera continues to pan out, we see JOYTOY strapped to a chair with a leather rope. Her beautiful skin is now damaged with lacerations and blood. Her hair flows into her almost perfect face. A face filled with cuts and bruises. Blood falls from lips. Needless to say, Evans hasn't been treating her nicely. In the ring, Fallen Souls looks pretty pissed.
A.C. EVANS: Wave hello to the camera, baby.[/color]
Evans grins a disturbing grin.
FSX: See, I HATE when it's not a fucking surprise! Saw this coming a MILE away, and this is the state she's in?! Bull, let her fucking go. As much as I hate to say it, she deserves to live.
A.C. EVANS: You ask me question you already know the answers to. Don't you see the woman you lust for here? Look at her. Her beautiful skin is damaged. Her lips, once touched against yours, but now they are filled with blood. And who is to blame, Xavier. WHO IS TO BLAME EXCEPT FOR YOU! JOYTOY suffers because of you. She is in pain because o of you. She cries out for you. Save her.[/color]
JOYTOY: HELP ME! OH GOD, SOMEONE PLEASE!
A.C. EVANS: Don't you hear the cries of the anguished? She calls out to you. Save her..[/color]
FSX: Deja vu moment, isn't it? Asking me to bow as someone begs for help? Ridiculous. No.
A.C. EVANS: Bowing? No. Save her by ripping up the contract. The match never happens and JOYTOY lives.[/color]
JOYTOY: XAVIER, PLEASE DO IT! Ah...he...he will kill me..
A.C. EVANS: She's right, Xavier..I will..TEAR UP THE CONTRACT NOW![/color]
Fallen Souls looks down at the contract and back up at the screen.
A.C. EVANS: The choice is yours. Pride? Or lust? Vengeance or your love? Your fists or your heart? Do you want to face me in the ring, or do you want JOYTOY to live? A tough choice indeed. A choice that you must make. A choice will effect your life for the rest of your damned existence. Choose a match with me and attempt to destroy me while you lose the one you lust for. Or lose the one and only chance you have at me and save your love...[/color]
JOYTOY is now completely sobbing with tears running down her face. The tears mix in with the blood and make a disgusting mixture. She lowers her head and attempts to break free.
JOYTOY: oh my god..PLEASE XAVIER...please. do this..for me..it's...it's the least you can... SAVE ME PLEASE!!!!
Fallen Souls is placed at the biggest crossroads at his life. What does he do..He looks down at the contract and up at JOYTOY. Back down at the contract and back up at JOYTOY. The pen in his hand slowly makes its way towards the paper.
JOYTOY: NO!!!!
Fallen Souls stops for a moment. He looks back up at JOYTOY. He lowers his head..and signs the contract...He signs away JOYTOY's life.
JOYTOY: NOOO! XAVIER! WHY! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME.....
A.C. EVANS: You leave me no choice. Your fate has been sealed by one, Xavier..[/color]
FSX: You've lost your mind if you think I care about her, even in the slightest. All I did was use her...Still, you know the consequences of this...right? It's better you just let her be--
Evans grins a disgusting grin. He suddenly removes a sharp knife from his coat pocket. The handle is black and seems to be stained with blood. The dagger shows the reflection of A.C. Evans' disgusting grin. He slowly walks over to a sobbing and distraught JOYTOY. Standing behind her, he grabs her by the back of the head and pulls her head back, exposing her throat. As he begins to shake violently, attempting to break loose, Evans grins.
A.C. EVANS: And with that..your life comes to a close.[/color]
Evans grabs her by the back of her hair and slowly leans over. He kisses her on the lips. Her screams now become muffled as Evans slowly raises the blade to her throat. With a quick movement, Evans slices JOYTOY's throat. Blood spews from her throat as her last breath of air falls into A.C. Evans mouth. He removes his lips from hers and we see his lips are filled with blood. Her head falls back as blood begins to flow on her body. JOYTOY has been killed by the disgusting A.C. Evans while the entire world watches. Evans holds the dagger up towards his face.
A.C. EVANS: My hands are clean..Xavier, you are the murderer...[/color]
A.C. Evans brings the dagger to his lips and licks the blood off as his cackles a horrid laugh. JOYTOY's blood begins to trickle to the ground as Evans watches on.
A.C. EVANS: I can see why you lust for her, Xavier. She's quite the looker..[/color]
Evans begins walking towards her legs as he grins. He slowly crotches over to be level with them. Blood has trickled on them now as Evans slowly licks the blood off of them. He grins a devilish grin and slowly reaches up towards her waist. He slowly unbuttons her pants and slowly slides them down her legs. As they hit the ground, Evans grins a disgusting smirk as we see JOYTOY's dead body in a thong. Evans slowly removes the thong, as Fallen Souls can do nothing but watch. With her exposed vagina in front of his face, Evans slowly reaches out with his index finger and slides it inside of her.
A.C. EVANS: Now I know why you loved her, Xavier.[/color]
Evans chuckles a bit and slowly lowers his head just so his mouth touches her outer lips. He moves his tongue quickly, as blood drips on his forehead from her throat. He stands up slowly and looks into the camera.
A.C. EVANS: Tastes delicious. HAHAHA SEE YOU AT BLOODY VALENTINE XAVIER![/color]
Cut!
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:47:46 GMT -5
"Family Reunion" Credit: Danny Mainer, Echo & Thunderkiss 2/21/09 11:15 A.M. Las Vegas, Nevada [Thousands of miles above sea level the nautious feeling sets in as it always does. Whenever Thunderkiss returns or comes near his childhood town, an instinct he cannot name nor describe alerts him the dangers ahead. Whether be it physical or mental, he knows he will soon encounter most unpleasant sensations and this time is no different. The sickness only intensifies as his plane touches down and increases tenfold the second he steps onto the ramp directly into the scorching Nevada sun. As he surveys the landscape, he cannot help but to see it through the eyes of yesteryear. Somewhere in this city lies an old friend who these days is anything but. Letting his heavenly instincts direct him to pockets of negative energy, Thunderkiss is taken aback by how much the city is reeking in sin. Just when he believes he has discovered Mainer, he comes away disappointed by revealing some street hooker, peddler or something of the like. As the sun starts to settle beneath the desert imprisoning the city, he prepares to call it a night - almost. Just when all seemed lost, a large spike in negative energy captivates his attention like a nude picture of Megan Fox. It yanks him in the direction of his old neighborhood, past the Masterson house and his old high school where he and Danny first met. Surprised that Jashin has not nested at either place, his bewilderment goes off the scale as he approaches a cemetery that is oh too familiar. Almost one year ago he buried his mother here. Adrenaline soaks his body in its grip as he approaches her grave sight to see that "someone" has done just the opposite. It doesn’t take long to guess who.] Thunderkiss: Danny...no. What have you ... done?[glow=red,2,300]Electric Head (As Cynthia Joseph): Aiden! You worthless son! Even in death you cannot protect mommy dearest! [/glow] [Thunderkiss falls to his knees. There, perched up on a nearest mausoleum is Mainer possessed by the demon Jashin, also known as ELECTRIC HEAD. While that sight is normally heinous enough, it is what Electric Head has done that drives a knife through Thunderkiss’ heart. Sitting on Electric Head’s lap like a ventriloquist’s puppet is the skeletal remains of his mother, Cynthia Joseph. If Jashin wanted to take the wind out of Mr. 500%’s sails, he has found the one thing that will surely accomplish that. And why shouldn’t he? If anyone knows Thunderkiss better than himself it would be the one who was latched onto his heart for nearly five years.] [glow=red,2,300]Electric Head (As Cynthia Joseph): I’ll make no BONES about it but, if anyone says that you’re a good son I’m going to prove them DEAD wrong![/glow] Thunderkiss: Put ... her ... down. [glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: Put her down?! But she feels so nice and cozy on my lap! Tell me Thunderkiss, is this not a MILF or what?! HAHAHAHAH! She’s got a nice tight ass![/glow] [He cannot bear to see his mother’s remains treated like this any longer. In life she was a despicable woman and it wasn’t until death that Thunderkiss finally saw her loving side. Even still, she is his blood and he, hers. Danny Mainer, Jashin or anyone else with a grudge has not the right to desecrate the Joseph family name. From within his rage is kissed by divinity and quickly transformed into heavenly justification.] Thunderkiss: I ... 100% SAID 200% PUT 300% HER 400% DOWN!!!! 500% [/size] [His transformation is complete. Where Thunderkiss once stood stands a hulk of a man, energy surging from every pour on his body. This sight would be intimidating to anyone who oppose it, the only exception being the creature who has just drawn out the power of the archangels, Jashin. Whether this is all part of a sinister plan or just reckless abandon, the fact remains that the demon has gotten exactly what he wanted.] [glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: Ahhh there we go. And I thought you wouldn’t show up. Now come on, give Mommy a kiss![/glow] [He plans to give someone a Goodnight Kiss but it surely isn’t the remains of his mother. Leaping forwards up into the mausoleum, he knocks the concrete side of it off with his curled biceps just missing Jashin by inches. Of course, Jashin taking advantage of the gravel blinded Thunderkiss throws a jet of molten rock in his direction which The God of Thunder quickly dodges and returns fire with a jet of lightning which crashes into the wall sending bits of rock crumbling down onto the Electric Head head. Mainer’s possessed body quickly seeks refuge by darting away into a nearby corner. As the livid Mr. 500% advances slowly and menacingly, Electric Head utters a quick incantation causing the rock beneath his feet to crack and crumble with vile, black roots sprouting out from it and wrapping around his ankles fastening him in place. His eyes widen in fright as Electric Head prepares to charge a powerful, concentrated spray of flames in the direction of 500% which will no doubt incinerate him.] [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Unnggh!!![/glow] [glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: You’ve been giving me the COLD SHOULDER so I’m going to TURN UP THE TEMPERATURE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA![/glow] [He fires the blast and Thunderkiss crosses his arms as if his brawn will fight back the wave of pyro coming towards him. Thunderkiss gulps as the end is nigh but as the blast hits him with brute impact he’s surprised to realize it’s completely sailed either side of him with some sort of divine intervention acting to make TK the Moses to the sea of flames.] [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Oh wow, that must totally suck for you![/glow] [glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: IMPOSSIBLE![/glow] [Wasting little time, TK reaches down and grabs the demon seeded vines and using all of his 500% power he uncoils the dreaded weeds from his legs tearing them out of their stone soil. He throws one of the roots to the side and holds the other like a whip. Meanwhile, Electric Head is completely flabbergasted that he even avoided the flames, nevermind that he’s ripping the roots off his legs.] [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: I’m going to strangle the demon right out of you Mainer![/glow] [glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: You’re going to have to CATCH me first![/glow] [With a puff of black smoke, Electric Head disappears into thin air. Bewildered and confused, Mr. 500% tries to cover all angles of the room so as to not leave himself open to attack. The malicious laughter can be heard from the demonic Mainer as he scuttles around the walls like a demonic insect waiting for the moment to attack.] [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Stop heading you coward! Fight me like a MAN![/glow] [glow=red,2,300]RIGHT-O![/glow] [Electric Head appears right behind Mr. 500% and cracks him sharply over the skull with a Double Axe Handle. Mr. 500% drops to one knee, but in doing so he instinctively turns and delivers a devastating knife edge chop right to the chest which Electric Head soaring backwards through the air and crashing into the wall with incredible velocity. The stone wall cracks like glass upon impact as Electric Head enters a dizzy delirium of pain with Danny Mainer and Electric Head intertwining in a mash of personality.] [glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: Why do they hate me so?[/glow] "I AM THE BEST DOMINATOR THERE IS CAITLYNN! TAKE IT DEEP![Ignoring Electric Head’s cross-wired babble, he starts to prepare Jashin for a descent into the open coffin which was built for Cynthia Joseph but in desperate situation is being used for another.] [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Ready for a DIRT NAP?![/glow] [glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: Whuuuurgh?[/glow] [With no warning Mr. 500% grabs handfuls of Danny’s hair and with no delay or grandeur tosses him straight into the coffin smirking as he lands with a painful thud.] [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Nighty night, Mainer![/glow] [He begins to heave the coffin lid up onto the edge of the stone grave but suddenly an all-too familiar feminine voice "echoes" through the tomb.] Echo: That's not going to do the trick. [Exactly how long she's been sitting up there, perched in perhaps a more-lewd-than-intended position on a statue of an angel, is unknown, but Echo looks amused at best and mildly annoyed at worst.] [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Ah, who invited you?![/glow] Echo: You're going to lock something that can spit fire in a wooden coffin. Seriously? What shitty archangel made you a servitor, Selaphiel? [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Whatever. As you can see your presence is not required at the moment. If anything needs to be cleaned up afterwards, I’ll surely give you a call! [/glow] Echo: That'll be in about five seconds, since your plan is about to go royally off the rails. For someone empowered, you really don't have a clue what you're dealing with, do you? Shoudn't be surprised, given that 500% is all you can manage. [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Seriously, you are getting on my nerves! Now get out before I decide to do one for the "Big Guy" for free![/glow] [And on that note, Thunderkiss goes to continue shutting the coffin but a fireball shoots out of it causing Thunderkiss to reel back shielding himself. A second fire ball shoots the other way and crashes into the ceiling directly above Echo.] Echo: See? I told you so--
Echo: ...Ow.
[Electric Head vaults out of the coffin and laughs like a mentalist with a huge grin on both their faces.]
[glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: As much as I’d like to rehearse my inevitable funeral with you two fine people I have to be going! Threesomes have always felt awkward to me if it’s two guys and I’d feel ESPECIALLY awkward if I have to make any more eye contact with HIM! I’m not letting you both handicap me again! There’s only so much a man can take! AHAHAHAHA! You’ll know where to find me Aiden![/glow] [With that, bright orange lights shoot out of the flaming eyes of Electric Head ricocheting around the ceiling as an earth-quake takes hold of the crypt shaking it to the very core. A black and red swirling portal materializes underneath the feet of Electric Head as he laughs at the two hunters searching for his destruction. He sinks through the portal and disappears leaving the haunting words boom in whispers around.]
[glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: Get out of here now or you’ll be flatter then the chest of my latest concubine! Foolish mortals![/glow] [The two sprint for the stairs in a daring dash as HUGE boulders start crashing from the ceiling, the mausoleum rotting away from the inside as it destroys itself internally. Both of them make it to the outside of the mausoleum in the nick of time before it would’ve crashed upon their heads. Getting their breath back outside, we draw to a fade as once again Electric Head has escaped.]
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:48:22 GMT -5
OTA Segment: A most unlikely preparation (Credit: XS3)
It was the night of February 22nd with the current time being 11:52 PM. After having a good weekend to bond together with friends, family and bandmates, XS3 and Christine had returned to their home, occupied by three ex-wrestlers, their girlfriends/wives and one baby boy named Corey. Most of the others were sound asleep while Fox's girlfriend and Christine's sister Amelia opted to take care of Corey while her younger sister slept. Early on in the day, the gang had a hearty dinner of pizza to celebrate the new parents and what was left was taken care of later on by either XS3 or Maximus. This is what leads us into the subconscious of XS3.
Inside his little dream world, XS3 and Christine, who is looking as slim as she intends to be, are shown together on a barren wasteland. The two passionately lock lips on the ground as the wind blows through them with enough force to almost send them tumbling. XS3 opens his eyes to look down at his wife of three years… but finds that she is no longer there. XS3 cautiously looks around, getting a worried look on his face.
XS3: Um… Christine? Hello?
Voice: HUZZAH!!!
XS3 pauses and jerks his head to the left, coming into contact with a rather peculiar creature. He has the body of a lion, the wings of a phoenix, large jaws akin to that of an eagle's, gnashing teeth, ten paws, two front talons, ref fur and… boggly eyes.
XS3: WHAT THE FUCK?! What are you?
Creature: HUZZAH!!! I AM ABBALARGH THE TWELVE LEGGED CHOMPING LIGON!
As this creature apparently known as Abbalargh spreads it wings, XS3 buries his head into his hands and softly shakes his head.
XS3: Please, please, PLEASE tell me that I didn't think you up one night when I was smoking weed with Ken.
Abbalargh's eyes shift from one side to the other before shaking his giant head to reassure "The Exemplar" otherwise.
Abbalargh: ERM… THAT'S NEITHER HERE NOR THERE! WHAT MATTERS IS THAT YOU ARE HERE! I HAVE BROUGHT YOU HERE TO GO OVER A GAME PLAN FOR RENA MATHESON AT BLOODY VALENTINE! HUZZAH!!!
XS3: Game plan? What the hell do I need a game plan for if I'm going to be wrestling a drunk who doesn't even remember her own name? As far as I'm concerned, I can take care of Rena and embarrass her so badly that she will never want to step foot in ACW again… Unless she chooses to embarrass herself, whichever comes first.
Abbalargh: THERE'S MORE THAN THAT! SHE HAS A HIDDEN POWER THAT YOU ARE MOST UNAWARE OF.
XS3 casually smirks.
XS3: I am aware of it.
Abbalargh: YOU ARE?
XS3: Yeah, it's called gonorrhea.
About five seconds pass before Abbalargh sighs, a large anime sweatdrop forming on his head.
Abbalargh: THAT'S NOT IT! IT IS THE POWER OF ABSOLUTE DESTRUCTION!
XS3: Okay, fuck this Dragon Ball Z bullshit. Time for this cat to wake up.
XS3 begins slapping himself across the face as Abbalargh calls out to him.
Abbalargh: NOT YET! WE STILL GOT TWO MINUTES LEFT BEFORE YOU WAKE UP AND WONDER WHAT IT WAS YOU WERE DREAMING ABOUT!
XS3 stops slapping himself before finally sighing and folding his arms, waiting to hear what this monster has to say.
Abbalargh: NOW LISTEN MISTER. WE DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME.
XS3: Thank god…
Abbalargh: BUT BECAUSE OF RENA'S HIDDEN POWER OF ABSOLUTE DESTRUCTION WE MUST CHANNEL YOUR HIDDEN ABILITIES AND BRING FORTH YOUR TRUE PERSONA… HE IS MORE INTELLIGENT THAN XS, MORE USEFUL THAN XS2… AND IS MORE TALENTED AND BETTER LOOKING THAN YOU COULD EVER DREAM TO BE… HE IS XAVIER STEVENS THE FOURTH!!!
A slight pause.
XS3: X… S… 4?
Abbalargh: YES! THAT IS YOUR TRUE FORM!
XS3: But it doesn't roll off the tongue like XS3 does… You make no sense!
Abbalargh: I'M A FUCKING IMAGINARY CHARACTER THAT YOU MADE UP ONE NIGHT, POTHEAD! WHAT DO I CARE?!
XS3: That's it, you prick.
XS3 slowly drops to one knee and crosses his arms in the form of an X. He begins to glow blue like he's gonna evolve into Charizard or some shit like that. Abbalargh draws back in fear as the light fades and XS3 is shown. His right arm is made of pure metal, his left forearm has become a chainsaw and a visor is placed over his eyes. Gone is the XS3 of old, the one who jobs to Danny Mainer, Jay Zero and everyone and their dog. In his place is a warrior reborn, a warrior refocused, a warrior who one day plans to win the ACW World Championship then die in a police shootout like in The Devil's Rejects. Damn that movie was sick. Anyway, in his place is "The Generic-Light Warrior" Xavier Stevens the Fourth… better known to no one as XS4.
[glow=7AC5CD,2,300]XS4: I HAVE THE POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER… AND A RUSTY CHAINSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW![/glow]
XS4 lets out a wicked laugh and pulls the cord of his chainsaw arm. He struggles at first but finally manages to get it going. Abbalargh tries to fly off but XS4 immediately cuts his wings off. XS4 then attacks the paws and talons and leaves Abbalargh a bloody mess. He raises the chainsaw above Abbalargh's head and brings it down but not before catching the last words spoken by this beast.
Abbalargh: OH SHI--
At this moment, XS3 sits up with a jolt and takes in a deep breath. He causally looks down to see if there's any blood anywhere. To his relief, there is none.
XS3: …what the fuck. That dream was even worse than the time I shot that bear from the back of Jonathan's pickup truck.
XS3 feels the sheets beside him rustle and he looks over to see Christine awake, looking at him with a concerned look on her face.
Christine: Matt, honey? Are you okay?
XS3: Let's never have pizza before bed. Ever. Again. Period.
Christine: …okaaaaaay. Well, love you babe.
XS3: Love you too.
At that moment, the two shared a quick kiss before returning to their slumber. At this point, XS3 had dreams he could no longer care to comprehend. All he wanted was to be mentally prepared for Saturday when he planned to take Rena down and get some measure of semi-non-specific revenge.
Fade.
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:48:47 GMT -5
The Crappest Segment I've Ever Written But I Realised I Had To Do This Otherwise Half The Stuff I Had Done For This Show Wouldn't Make Sense, And I'm Going Out To Get Drunk In Like 10 Minutes So I Had To Rush It Dan White The segment opens up in the backstage area, and Dan White is still merrily playing along in the control room. Unfortunately for him, he's pissed off a hell of a lot of people with his shenanigans. Dan, however, seems to be loving it, as he continues to press buttons and flick switches like a kid.Dan: Haha, this is the life. The beauty of being an anarchist... There's suddenly a knock at the door, and Dan looks over. It's Kevin Anderson, who looks like he's a bit concerned about something. Dan however has barricaded the door shut with a chair, with not intentions of letting anyone in.Dan: Piss off, Kevin! Kevin: It's urgent! Dan: The hell it is! I bet you have a load of security guards back there! Kevin: Dan, you have a match! Dan looks at a clock. And indeed, it is time for his match.Dan: Ah, crap. The race is on. Fade Out.
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:49:06 GMT -5
Segment: Not Another Interview Segment Movie Credit: Dave Shadow As we cut backstage again, we find ourselves in one of the many ACW dressing rooms. The room looks empty, except for one person who lies on a bench in front of the lockers; even with a naughty magazine over his face, the ghost white hair peeking out gives away the man’s identity. Dave Shadow snores loudly, the noise echoing round the room, as he lies there in an ACW t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms. The Entertainment Championship hangs over an open locker door behind him.
As he sleeps, the door to the dressing room opens. Charlotte King, ACW’s resident interviewer, steps inside. She spots Dave lying down and closes the door gently behind her. She walks over to the camera and looks in to it, whispering but loudly enough that she can be heard over the snores....King: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, I’m going to try and get an interview with the current Entertainment Champion, Dave Shadow. I will now wake him up.She turns and goes to take a few steps towards him. As she does though, the door opens again; Mickey Cole walks in, backing in to the room and looking back at another cameraman he has brought with him.
Cole: ...Entertainment Champion, Dave Shadow. Let’s see what he has to say!Cole now turns and finds King bending over Dave, looking up at him. The two remain frozen for a few moments, before King stands up and walks towards him, a stern and confident look on her face. The two cameramen move in closer to hear their whispered conversation....
King: What are you doing here? Cole: Me? I’m here to do my job? What are you doing here?King: I’m here to interview the Champion. That’s MY job.Cole: I interview Dave.King: Yeah, well, I’m a higher ranking staff member...Cole: You’re pulling rank on me? You can’t do that? King: Oh yeah?Shadow: What the hell guys?The two stop talking and turn round suddenly, both standing bolt upright; they weren’t aware Dave had woken up. Dave sits up and pulls the magazine off his face, throwing it on the ground at the foot of his locker. He stares over at them, his eyes red and bloodshot. He stretches and yawns, as he stands up and walks over to his locker.King and Cole look at each other, before snapping back to reality. They run at Dave and stand either side of him...King: I’m here to interview you....Cole: No, I’m here to interview you....King: Bugger off Cole, you’re out of your depth here.Cole: Oh really?Shadow: Oi! Right. Since you’re both here, then how bout you two work together and both interview me? One at a time? King, you go first?Cole: Hey! Why her? Shadow: Cause she’s a lady and I’m a gentlemen.Cole: Yeah right _Dave looks at Cole with some shifty eyes of his own, as King sticks her tongue out at him as well. Dave looks at her, as she blushes slightly. Trying to regain her composure. King: Ok then, let’s start simple. Last week, you managed to gain a victory over Jefferson and his partner for the night, Jonny Hughes. Your feelings after the match?Shadow: Well, let’s see. It was a match I won. Awesome. It was a match where I picked up a win over Jefferson. Awesome. And whats more, I had a match which didn’t end with someone running down the ramp and interfering. Majorly awesome. That said, the win wasn’t over Jefferson directly, but over Hughes. That’s ok. I was annoyed at him anyway. Not only did he make fun of my name last week, but he also said he did not like my face? That was just out and out mean. I mean, whats not to like about this face?Dave lets a big, toothy smile engulf his face, posing for the camera. Shadow: Hughes, you learnt that you can insult me. My family. My title. But you can never.....EVER...insult my face. Dave looks to Cole for the next question....Cole: So, do you think you can win in your Triple Threat match at Bloody Valentine?Shadow: Yes. I do.He turns his head and looks back at King. She is momentarily taken back at the short answer, but asks her next question.King: Have you anything you’d like....Cole: Woah! Hang on! Three words? Dave and King look at Cole with a look of annoyance and boredom. Cole relents, folding his arms and having a little sulk. Charlotte continues asking her questions....King: Have you anything you’d like to say to Spade and Jefferson before your match this weekend? Shadow: Nothing I’ve not said before. Listen. I’ve not got anything new or insightful to say to those two. All I will say is that come the pay per view, we can finally settle this. Spade and Jefferson can get whatever level of revenge they want on each other. And I can have a nice, successful title defence against two top class wrestlers. And I do mean that. As much as I don’t appreciate how they’ve gone about getting me involved in this match up. But I do respect their athleticism and their skill. And I can guarantee you right now that come the show, we will have one hell of a match. And that will be Sweet! Dave winks at Charlotte and gives the sulking Cole one last look. Neither seems to have any more questions.Shadow: We good? Cause I was in the middle of something....Cole exhales loudly and storms off in a huff. King has a little smile on her face as she follows him out the door. Dave walks back over to the bench, picks up his magazine and reaches over to grab his title belt. He lies down again, puts the mag over his face and clutches the title close to his chest, falling back asleep, as he and we....
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:49:22 GMT -5
MATCH 4: Danny Mainer VS Dan White Credit: Danny Mainer MATCH BEGINNINGStraight off the bat these two had an epic kick/dodge battle with White trying for a high-kick to the head which was dodged into a Spinning Back Kick to the stomach. Mainer attempted a DDT but White countered into a Wrist-Lock followed by a Kitchen Sink strike to the stomach. White then started delivering some mounting punches beating the stuffing out of Mainer with wicked authoritive fist. Mainer tried to rack up some defence but it didn’t work until the referee forcibly broke it up. White continued to haul it by dropping Mainer with a DDT. He then hoisted him up and hit a Russian Leg Sweep and then a wicked lunging Roundhouse Kick to the head for a narrow 2-count. White then got Mainer into the corner and started to wail upon his face as the crowd egged on his vicious beating of The Psycho Butcher, White hit a series of wicked left and rights to the face before stepping back and throwing a fist in the air. He then turned and tried to throat-thrust the Butcher but Mainer threw a boot to his chin which sent him reeling. Mainer turned and sprung backwards off the second rope dropping White with a double axe handle with full drive sending them both to the mat. MATCH MID-SECTIONWhite was getting a bit of a pounding from Mainer who had dropped him with The Meat Hook causing a lot of pain for White’s good arm. After the cross arm breaker there was a quick stamp to the chest before climbing onto the apron, posing and hitting a Slingshot senton. Looking to help seal the deal he quickly clambered the top-ropes mocking White’s signature Welsh Dragon pose atop the top rope before leaping off with a Cross Body but White caught him and dropped him with the Crossbody Swing Backbreaker. White then made a statement by hitting the Crackpot Innuendo leaving Mainer VERY close to a 3-count. It was only made worse by the Spinechiller neckbreaker, one of Dan’s staple moves. Dan then attempted a Jumping Arm Breaker but it was countered, as anyone who is anyone knows that when arms are involved Mainer will straight up murder your ass with like the only submission move he knows, The Meat Hook once again tearing through the arm. It’s amazing really that Mainer can do that to just about any move but it’s even more amazing when Dan White not only counters the move into a leg bar but also when he manages to force his way into a Single Leg Crab. MATCH ENDWith Dan White seemingly having most of the match under his finger thus far, it’s only just that Mainer kicks off the end looking like a badass which he did by dodging The Killer Blow and returning heavy fire with The Meat Cleaver which caused Dan to go searching for retreat into the ropes. Mainer attempted to take the battle outside the ring with a clothesline sending him over the top. White manages to grab a hold of the bottom rope on the way down and attempts to slide himself into the ring but Mainer launched himself over the top rope with a Spinning Leg Drop to the neck of White who’s head hangs over the apron. White is taken aback as are most of the fans who applaud his athletic ability. White rolls into the ring quickly as the count goes up. Mainer attempts to climb on the apron but White delivers a swift kick to the shin to immobilize him. He then drags Mainer by his head and whips him off the ropes. On the rebond, White scored with a major Stunt Bomb and picked up the three. Mainer rolled out the ring leaving Dan to stand in the ring as we cut to commercial.
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:49:52 GMT -5
The Importance of Being Great Dan White The camera opens up after the commercials, and Dan White is still in the ring. He's gotten some major pops over the course of the break after his win just before against Danny Mainer, but there's clearly some other things that clearly need to be addressed first. He takes a microphone, and begins to speak clearly into the mic.Dan: All right then. We've got our match result. And wouldn't you know it? The Welsh Dragon here promised he'd deliver the goods, and damn you better believe that I can keep a promise. Mainer, don't kid yourself. Just because you can beat a washed up former half-great known as The Senator does not mean that you can dance with the best of us. You've pretty much proved that as close as you get, you'll never be the best. You'll never be fighting for World Championships, and most importantly you'll never beat me. Dan's words are spoke in a calm, but firm tone, and as he ends, there's a huge pop from the crowd.Dan: But there's a major issue that I want to talk about. It's about that generic son of a bitch Josh Robinson. Heavy boos.Dan: Josh, get your whiny little arse out of here. The attention turns to the titantron, and before too long Josh Robertson is walking out, microphone in hand.Robertson: Dan! Don't you even dare have the cheek to- Dan: Robertson, do ME a favour and SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! Massive pop from the crowd. Robertson's eyes widen and he glares at Dan's direction. But the words can't come out of his mouth, and Dan continues.Dan: You think that you can walk around here trying to act like the big cheese? You think you can be the Incredible Hulk, becoming all big and angry and mean when you don't get your way? The important thing is, do you think that I give TWO DAMNS about the fact that you've been so pissy over the past couple of weeks? The fact is, that “week” is the word of the day, Robinson. And you are nothing but WEAK!! Crowd: WEAK!!!Dan: WEAK!!!Crowd: WEAK!!!Robertson: SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!! Dan's interaction with the crowd at Robertson's expense has angered him, to the point that his face almost blows up in anger.Robertson: I know why you called me out here, Dan! You want me at Bloody Valentine's, am I right? Dan smirks, nodding his head.Dan: You wouldn't be wrong, there. Robertson: All right then, you got it. Josh Robertson vs. Dan White, one on one on Saturday. I'll see you there. Robertson drops his microphone and stares in Dan's direction for a moment, before turning and making his exit. Dan smirks, not even caring to respond to that comment, merely focusing now on the match at hand.
Fade Out.
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:50:36 GMT -5
The fight of their lives Credit: Jonny Hughes/Jason Freeman HOORAY FOR SMALL TEXT! - XS3[/center] We are taken from our last scene to the ACW ring area, we barely have time to compose ourselves before ‘Ugly’ by The Exiles plays over the AlphaTron to a chorus of boos from the assembled crowd and Jason Freeman, armed with a rather thick looking lead pipe, bursts out of curtain. Freeman is looking ready for business tonight and completely ignores the fans who are showering him with all kinds of abuse, he marches straight to the ring and grabs the microphone from Philip Jones. The fans hurl more abusive language at Jason Freeman who looks extremely pissed off and after some unsuccessful attempts to find his rival Jonny Hughes he’s decided to come out to the ring in the hopes of finding his nemesis.Freeman: JONNY HUGHES...I WANT YOU OUT HERE RIGHT NOW! Freeman drops the microphone to the floor, making an all mighty feedback sound that echoes through the arena, he turns to face the entrance ramp, mouthing all sorts of abuse towards Jonny Hughes who is yet to appear. He begins to impatiently pace around the ring, patrolling it like a wild animal. He is just about to grab the microphone when he is interrupted by...AAAAAaaaaAAAAAaaaaAAAAAaaaaahhhhhhhhhFreeman rushes to the edge of the ring and stares at the curtain, waiting for any signs of life. The curtain stirs and out steps Hughes’ agent Brian Bravado with a microphone in hand.Bravado: Jason Freeman...Did you honestly expect to see my client out here? Admittedly me entering to his theme music is a tad misleading but that’s only because those sons of bitches backstage won’t give me my own entrance music...I had a really good one in mind too. As if Freeman wasn’t agitated enough, now he has to deal with Hughes’ obnoxious agent Brian Bravado. Freeman stops for a second before it dawns on him, Bravado is alone...Hughes is nowhere to be seen. Freeman quickly puts two and two together and realises that Hughes and Bravado are trying to orchestrate some kind of sneak attack on him and he makes a decision. He will make the first move, Freeman quickly slides out of the ring and charges for Brian Bravado. The fear on Brian Bravado’s face is easy to spot, the man is not trained in any form of martial art and is certainly no professional wrestler. Before Bravado can turn to run he is grabbed hold of by Jason Freeman who delivers a crushing blow to the back of Bravado who falls to the floor, he tries to scramble his way to his feet but his expensive leather shoes don’t have enough traction for him to make his escape. Freeman grabs hold of Bravado by the hair and drives the length of the lead pipe into the back of Brian Bravado who crumbles weakly to the floor. Freeman raises the lead pipe above his head once more and is about to drive it down onto the prone body of Brian Bravado when he is rushed from behind by Jonny Hughes who has had to rush over from the other side of the building after seeing Freeman foil his attack plans. Freeman and Hughes crash to the floor and start throwing punches at one another, hitting each other in random places like the hip and biceps. They both get to their feet and begin exchanging rights, with no man able to get an advantage Freeman takes a shortcut and gouges the eye of Hughes. He grabs hold of Hughes by the head and is about to deliver a crushing blow to the back when Hughes fights back, throwing a harsh punch to the abdomen of Freeman. Hughes then rises and catches Freeman with a brutal European uppercut, or as Hughes would call it ‘an uppercut’, that almost hits Freeman directly in the throat. Freeman stumbles backwards and Hughes follows him, tossing him through the curtain in the process. Both Hughes and the cameraman follow Freeman through to the backstage area. Hughes stops in his tracks, noticing that Freeman has disappeared; he cautiously walks forwards, looking out for the missing Freeman. He notices that some of the crew members are nervously looking at something behind him, he turns only to see Jason Freeman charge at him with a trashcan raised above his head. Hughes barely manages to get his hands up in time to soften the blow the trashcan makes...SMASH! Freeman tosses the severely dented trashcan to the floor as Jonny Hughes slumps to the floor, knowing he has the advantage Freeman slaps Hughes in the head in a show of blatant disrespect, he then grabs hold of Hughes and drags him towards a nearby table, he tries to drive Hughes’ face into the table but the fiery Brit fights back, delivering elbows into the ribs of Jason Freeman who loosens his hold on Hughes’ head. Spitfire follows up with a stiff forearm strike that knocks the sense of out of Jason Freeman who stumbles backwards, Hughes then follows up with a series of stiff knife edged chop that echoes throughout the backstage area of the ACW Arena. Freeman stumbles backwards and into a nearby wall, Hughes takes a step back and prepares himself before launching a kick towards the chest of Freeman. Freeman manages to regain his bearings enough to sidestep Hughes’ incoming kick, leaving the assailant’s foot to crash into the hard brick wall. Hughes screams in agony as he clutches his shin, if he was wearing his ring gear he’d have had his kickpads on to protect him but no such luck for Hughes as he is in his street gear. Freeman approaches Hughes and stomps on the recently injured leg of his rival who winces in pain. He grabs Hughes and drags him to his feet, he tosses Hughes head-first into the hard wall, making an unnerving thud as he makes impact with the brick wall. Hughes stumbles to his feet but Freeman is right back on him, throwing him into some nearby sound equipment that crashes to the floor, Hughes once again gets to his feet but is cut off by Jason Freeman who delivers a hard knee to Hughes’ mid-section. Hughes drops to his knees, holding his abdomen in pain as Freeman stands above him, spotting the opportunity Freeman takes a step back and charges at Hughes for the Shining Axe Kick. Hughes, who always scouts his opponents beforehand, spots the set-up and manages to roll out of the way, leaving Jason Freeman to charge past him, unable to stop because of his momentum. He turns to face Hughes who charges him through a nearby door, knocking it off of its hinges in the process. The occupants of the room all look up in horror as Hughes and Freeman are exchanging blows on the floor, delivering hard punch after hard punch. Unluckily for both men the room they burst into is the ACW Security Office where not only are there some various security members and the ACW Chairman Jonathan Gingerdude who has been discussing things with the head of security. Gingerdude motions to the security guards who pounce on Hughes and Freeman dragging them apart. Hughes and Freeman stare each other down as three burly men hold each of them back.Chairman Gingerdude: What the fuck is going on here?! Look at what you’ve done to my bloody door. Gingerdude looks at the damage Hughes and Freeman have caused to the door, a huge dent has been made where Hughes drove Freeman’s body into the door and the hinges are completely broken away from the doorframe.Gingerdude: I’ve had enough of you two, I wasnt there on Monday when Hughes tried to injure Freeman and now you’ve been brawling through my god damn arena! I’ve been stuck on what to do with you two at Bloody Valentine but after your blatant disregard for the rules and protocols of this place I’ll loosen the leash. Both Hughes and Freeman break their stare and look to the ACW Chairman.Gingerdude: At Bloody Valentine we’ll see Jonny Hughes and Jason Freeman square off in a Falls Count Anywhere match! Both men have sick grins on their faces when Gingerdude announces the match and resume their stare down.Gingerdude: Get them out of my damn sight! And with Gingerdude’s barked order the security men step into action and haul the brawling duo away, first leading Freeman down the corridor heading in one direction and Hughes heading the other as we fade to our next scene.Fade
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:51:05 GMT -5
Segment: The Assassination of Scott's Dad by the Weirdo Grim Goblin (Maybe)
(Credit: Scott Andrews / Grim Goblin)
As the show returns from a short break, Scott Andrews is already in the ring, pacing back and forth across the ring. He has a microphone with him.
Scott:[/color] I'm not out here right now to rant or give a speech. I'm here because someone murdered my father. Someone murdered my dad with an axe. Since this happened during a show, I don't think Detective Dumbshit is taking it seriously…
He stops pacing.
Scott:[/color] But me, well, I've never been more serious in my life when I say this; I am going to kill whoever it was that did this. But I want answers first. I DEMAND answers. That's why I'm here, and that's why I'm calling on the Grim Goblin to come out here.
The Mag Mell tune starts up and green smoke begins to rise slowly from the stage. Scott waits with incredible patience, patience uncommon for someone out for vengeance. But the Goblin hasn't come out.
Scott:[/color] I know you're back there, Goblin. You're probably stuffing pumpkins in someone's locker room or whatever weird shit it is that you do.
Still nothing. Scott's looking a bit frustrated now.
Scott:[/color] I'll come back there and drag you out here if I have to you piece of shit!
Grim Goblin's head pops out from behind the curtain.
Grim: You wouldn't be out here asking for me if you thought you could find me.
He steps out and walks toward the ring nonchalantly. Or maybe it just looks that way due to his mask. He enters and stares mask to face with Scott.
Grim: For the record, surprising someone with candlelit jack-o-lanterns happens to be a traditional offer of friendship in my culture. An unlit jack-o-lantern, however, is a threat. I lit yours.
Scott:[/color] I'm not playing games with you, Goblin.
Grim: Call me Grim.
Scott:[/color] ...Grim. You know why you're here?
Grim: You accept my friendship?
Scott suddenly grabs him by the top of his tunic.
Scott:[/color] My. Father.
He releases his grip.
Scott:[/color] You murdered him.
Grim: I don't have a great memory, but I don't think I did.
Scott:[/color] Uh huh. Where's your axe? I'm very curious.
Grim: I lost it.
Scott:[/color] You're aware an axe was the murder weapon?
Grim: I heard a bear did it. Things happen.
Scott barely resists his urge to deck him, or worse. He has to know for sure that this is the killer.
Grim: Really though, it wasn't me. I offered my friendship to you. I even helped you get out of that beatdown. Why would I kill him?
Scott:[/color] You either felt guilty or it was to make you look innocent.
Grim: I thought I had paranoia issues. Be careful, or you'll be eaten by roaches.
Scott:[/color] If you threaten me again, I'll-
Grim: No, I was thinking about the paranoid guy in Creepshow. That film was based on parts of my past, you know. It-
Scott:[/color] I can't tell if you seriously believe the stuff you spout out or not, but I'm ten seconds away from losing it. Whether you're insane, retarded, or just plain arrogant, I don't care; I'm about to BEAT the truth out of you!
Grim: Before you do that, can I know why I'm the top suspect?
Scott:[/color] The security camera footage.
Grim: ...Footage?
Scott:[/color] Watch the Alphatron.
The Goblin spins around to see.
Scott:[/color] This footage is not explicit, but it is exact.
The video begins and it is just a grainy shot of the parking lot, with some bleeding colors. ACW really could afford much better...
After only a few seconds, Scott's dad comes into view from the right, walking to the left. He stops at the very left border of the camera's range. He checks his watch and then messes with it for a bit.
Suddenly his head turns as if he's heard something, and he walks offscreen. About ten seconds later, he comes back into view, but just barely, as he hits the pavement face first. Only his shoulders and up are on screen. A hint of the axe in his back can be seen. He's not moving. Then, someone briefly enters the view from the left as they've bent over to retrieve the axe, and then vanishes.
The video goes back and freezes on the murderer. The quality of the camera makes it hard to see, but one thing is certain; the killer is dressed in green. Unfortunately, the color bleeds into a car nearby, making him a green smudge.
But then the shot is digitally cleaned, which somewhat decreases the smudge. He still can't be identied, but something is revealed. The axe is the same as the Goblin's.
The video ends.
Grim: I'm sorry about your dad, but that could be anyone wearing green clo-
Goblin finds himself in a sleeper hold from Scott! He squirms to no avail.
Scott:[/color] How can you LIE when faced with that tape?!
He lets go but quickly lifts the Goblin into a fireman's carry to position him for the Decapitator! Goblin just barely wiggles free and rolls out of the ring, heading up the ramp. He was not prepared for an attack, a mistake he won't make again. Scott watches him with fury in his eyes.
Scott: The next time I get a hold of you, Grim, you're dead! I'm going to tear your mask off, and when I see the truth in your eyes, a murderer's eyes, I will avenge my dad and kill you on the spot!
The Grim Goblin keeps backing up the ramp. When Scott moves to exit the ring, Goblin turns and runs backstage.
Maybe he's made too big of a splash...
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:51:23 GMT -5
This episode of Warfare is brought to you by Cheers Beer.
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:51:38 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Crimson Rainbow (Credit: FSX)
When you truly enter darkness, there are only shadows in your heart. Breeding with one another to create more darkness, and knowing that they control the grounds they sit upon. They have no reason for fear, as there is nothing to sweep them away. They are aware that the light is gone. That it can never come back at this point, and that they rule supreme. It is a time such as this when all hope finally disappears, and it loses the honor it once thought itself worthy of. The chance to truly be a good person..forever gone. Leaving an resounding emptiness. What attempts to fill this emptiness?
Guilt.
Nothing but guilt will enter your heart when true evil has occurred, especially when you are it's cause. When because of you a life, one that deserved to remain of this world, has left forever. All imagination of it's return simply drifting away in a sweet breeze, one so calm that it could bleed a thousand tears in the ocean. No one hears it's cry. Just as no one hears this cry now, caused by guilt, of a soul ripping in two. Of hearts of loved ones breaking, as they come to the realization that they have lost someone they truly cared about. Someone that they can never have back. That they have lost a child, a friend, a significant other. That there is a part of them deceased, and a part of them dedicated to eternal grief. But why? Why does this befall those that don't deserve to suffer? Happen to those that have no reason to feel such pain?
Disgust.
It is all that can be felt by those that have caused this, disillusioning others who thought more of them. Who believed them to be inherently righteous, moderately decent human beings. To effectively take a life in order to sate their own greed. These are the people that are allowed to suffer with their sins, and are allowed to only reflect what they have done. Witnessing and feeling the pain each passing day. Never capable of moving on from the moment. Unfortunately, if they maintain any humanity they will have developed an ability to escape the suffering that was meant to plague them for the rest of their days. That is a rather simple, childish escape from suffering that is deserved. One of numbness. One of simply no longer caring for the world, and escaping it. After all, it is only one of hardship when you become a man of evil. One who deserves no companionship. One who has taken, but given nothing back.
Remorse.
Felt so strongly as soon as the flood of emotion flows, it is rarely for the individual that suffers. It is rarely in memory of someone who has been lost by their actions, but rather an empty apologetic one. Not based off true emotion, but in order to try and give a moment of relief to those suffering. To those incapably furious over the chain of events that felt like a bullet through the heart, and will leave them wounded forever. This never succeeds. No one accepts an apology with no feeling, and they will simply ignore it entirely if it is from someone who surrendered so easily. Who handed away a beautiful individual to the heavens, in exchange for the lust to battle a man that has done him no wrong. That has only caused suffering to others. For reasons unjust, only selfish. For self satisfaction, and the bragging rights that are known to accompany it. This leads to the simply question of just when humanity was lost, and how it disappeared so quickly without a trace.
Damnation.
Cursing someone to be buried beneath the ground in tattered remains is something truly unforgivable, and even those that don't believe in a deity watching over them? They believe that they deserve to suffer if they have done something to cause the same to others. They believe in their own personal hell, as the storybooks say. Well that may have at one point been the inevitable destination of one JoyToy, that is no longer the case. She was one of the unfortunate few that was lucky enough to live her hell, wellst still alive. She was penetrated with no remorse on several occasions over the past month, and did absolutely nothing to stop all of this suffering. Her skin breaking under the cold grasp of a hand, sharpened nails dragging along her. Allowing her to cry out freely as blood flowed openly from her, and her clothes were adeptly removed. Being feasted and used in front of millions. Mourned or not, she lived her hell. She felt it all.
Goodbye.
But even as it is all over, and the look of petrified horror on her face as her last few moments of life is etched to our minds for all eternity, there is little that can be said. Everyone is quickly made very well aware of all that happened, and aware of who the blame in such a situation should be placed on. Everyone is given the knowledge of the situation leading up to this, and the circumstances of her death. Everyone is told that it is but only an act, and no legal action is taken, but the vomit on the floor before you informs you...it was all real. It was truly disgusting, and it allows you to taste the bitterness of death in your mouth, on a global scale. So in the end, only a single message is clear. The world believes you a monster, and you have truly become one.
Tears.
Shedding them changes nothing, and one could never expect them too. Many believe them to just be a childish comprehension of all that has occurred. Some way of understanding each little detail, and feeling the emotion of others. Some may consider this just a shining example of empathy at it's finest, where the pain that the accused is feeling is that of the victims. That they try their best to relate, and repent. On other occasions, it is simply a representation of how the individual feels after being stripped of their humanity, and left to sit alone, no more dignity remaining. That is the greatest shame in life, and it is the one that Fallen currently was suffering from. A man known for such insanity and wonder through his life, had just signed away the life of another. He so recently believed the chance of a lifetime was withing his reach, but only now does he realize it requires humanity. There is no true knowledge of when he lost it, but by the gut-wrenchingly pained look upon his face, as he sits alone in the darkened room...it appears he realizes it's gone.
FSX: I am truly a monster...
Closing his eyes as he lowered his head to the ground, his point was rather clear and concise. He would sit alone here, playing the scenario through his head until the end of time if he needed too. He accepted the blame that was only his, and took realization of what he had done...He had stolen something that could never be returned. He would live with this forever. He would live with it's repercussions. He would live with
Eternal Suffering.
Fade to black.
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Post by xs3 on Feb 23, 2009 16:52:08 GMT -5
Main Event: Jay Zero vs. FSX IT'S AMAZING I'M THE REASON EVERYBODY FIRED UP THIS EVENING[/B] The fans go nuts with cheers, but it quickly changes as Jay Zero steps out from behind the curtain, he looks back and literally says "what the fuck..." as BK London's last theme song, "Amazing" by Kanye West plays. He shakes his head and facepalms at Dan White's antics, but continues to walk down the ramp and slide in the ring, showing off his title to everyone, despite the constant boos. He then waits for FSX.DUNDUNDUDNDUNDUN!
RICE RICE BABY!FSX comes out on the ramp, and scoffs heavily as Dan is really mocking people now with "Rice Rice Baby". He makes his way down the ramp and just goes in the ring as fast as possible so this can end. He does and it begins to fade off...*Ding, Ding* As the bell sounds off, the World Heavyweight Champion, Jay Zero, and the World Tag Team Champion, Fallen Souls begin to walk around the ring, shaking their arms down and hunching their shoulders up as they get out any spasms before this really gets kicked off. They move to the center of the ring and lock up quick, Zero dropping to one knee but quickly hopping back up to a balanced position as he breaks off the lock and pushes FSX into the ropes. Not letting Fallen get a chance to catch a quick breath, Zero follows him up by catching him with a hiptoss. Fallen hit’s the mat but doesn’t stay put there, no, he gets up and smacks Zero straight on his forehead with a dropkick! Zero drops, also not staying down for long as they meet up with each other near the corner of the ring. Fallen grabs Zero by the arm and begins to twist it around, putting a elbow into his upper arm which puts Zero down at one knee. FSX picks him right back up and puts another elbow on Zero but now with it aimed for the champ’s face. It connects and Zero feels the shot head-on, applied directly to the forehead. FSX notices Jay holding his nose and thinking fast, he backs himself up into the turnbuckle, hopping up on the second rope. He then stands up and leaps with what looks to be a Dropkick - which gets countered by Zero with a dropkick of his own! Zero rolls FSX away from the ropes just a bit and fast pins. ONE… TWO… Kickout! McNally: Nice early kickout by Fallen, and a very nice counter by the World Champ. Edison: Maxie, did you see the elevation on that dropkick? We have to take a second look at that! [INSTANT REPLAY]FSX stands up on the second rope, with intentions on adding another mark to the beloved face of Jay Zero. Yet as he leaps off into the air, Jay has the same idea in mind as he jumps into the air and catches Fallen with a hard dropkick, which catches him square in the gut!By the time the replay has shown, Zero has gotten Fallen back up to his feet and is now punishing him in the corner with kicks to the midsection, pretty much the opposite of what Ginger had in mind. Zero knowing this continues the assault until he irish whips FSX across the ring. Fallen dashes from corner to corner with Zero following close behind him. That turns out to be a very bad move as Fallen springboards off of the turnbuckle and hits a high impact Tornado DDT! Which gets the crowd on their feet in awe. Edison: My god! Fallen just spun Zero in circles with that Torrnnadddo DDT! McNally: That is sure to take Zero out early! Fallen goes for the cover.. ONE… TWO… THR-NO! Right before the three, Jay shot his arm up to the dismay of many - if not all the fans in the arena. Fallen thought he could have been over after that, but Jay just isn’t going to have this night end this way. Fallen gets hold of Zero’s arm again, and he pulls him up by it. Fallen, holding Zero’s arm, steps a few inches away and then pulls Zero over him with a arm drag. Fallen still has his hands on Jay’s arm, pulling him up again. He switches hands on the arm and now begins elbowing Zero in the head continuously. After a few shots, the fans being chanting “X, X, X” to go along with the blows. X then releases hold of Zero’s arm and hits one final Bionic Elbow! He pins as RAF counts. ONE… TWO… TH-Kickout! Not wanting to hear that number out loud, Zero kicks out yet again, and now FSX seems as if he wants to just say fuck it and end this. He lifts Zero to his feet, kicks him in the gut and lifts him up on his shoulders as the people go wild. Edison: SOUL TRANSFER! SOUL TRANSFER! FSX tries to throw the former Commissioner down for a very effective Soul Transfer, but Zero begins elbowing Fallen in the side of his head - you know, the usual way people get out of this move. Fallen has no choice but to drop Zero, who slides off behind Fallen and hits the BLINDED FAITH! McNally: Fallen Souls has just been blinded - by faith! Edison: Wow! Of course, after Zero musters up the strength to do it, he pins Fallen. ONE... TWO.. THRE-NO! Edison: Wow again! This is a fast paced and high impact match here, Maxie! At this point, Zero and FSX are both at the point where they are drained from the constant counters and high impact moves done to one another. Not completely out of it though, Zero and FSX both rise up to their feet and walk towards each other, then in a snap like motion Jay Zero kicks FSX in the gut and scoops him up into the air, then he... YES. ZERO DARKNESS! ONE.. TWO... THREE! *DING, DING, DING* Phillip Jones: And the winner of this match... by pinfall! Jay! ZEEERROOO! Zero rises up to his feet, and is handed his World Championship. Having beaten the "punishment" that Gingerdude put forth onto him. Although you could call that an appetizer for this Saturday at Bloody Valentine, when Jay Zero and Jake Steele will once again but heads - this time with the World Title on the line. Can he escape with his title intact, or will the dawn of a new era in ACW emerge? Stay tuned ACW, cause this is gonna be the Bloodiest. Valentine. Ever.
Fade.
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