Monday Night Warfare February 23, 2009

[xs3]

“Mortal Combat”
Credit: Danny Mainer, Echo & Thunderkiss

2/21/09
11:55 P.M.
Joseph Household, Las Vegas, Nevada

[They say that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. As far as Thunderkiss is concerned, that is nothing but an outright lie. Danny Mainer’s recent actions shall stay with him long after he leaves his former hometown and will linger within his memory for all of eternity. No matter the cost, no matter the price, Jashin MUST be stopped tonight. He simply cannot be allowed to freely wreck anymore havoc on his life, or others for that matter. This sense of urgency drives his body to almost unparallel heights impressing even his rival in the chase.

Together they follow his scent straight to the place Thunderkiss most feared - his former childhood home. Filled with horrible memories from yesteryear it appears that the confines of this structure are not done torturing him. Now outside it’s door, Thunderkiss hesitates to enter, a sentiment not shared by Echo. With nothing to hold her back she kicks open the door and enters, all while reading herself for another encounter with her target. From outside, Thunderkiss quickly scans the contents of the house. His former childhood friend and current owner of this residence, Victor Recesvinto, appears to be absent. Now that the burden of his presence has been lifted, he proceeds dead ahead and joins Echo in her hunt.]

Echo: He’s close ....

[glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: CLOSER THAN YOU THINK![/glow]
[Two large hands shoot up from the floor and attach themselves onto the ankles of the hunters. With tremendous force and strength Echo and Thunderkiss are yanked downwards through several inches of plywood. Their journey ends as rough as it begins as they collide onto the cement floor of the basement. They do not stay there long to enjoy its bitter, damp feel as they quickly kip up and go on the defensive.]

[glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Ugh. Is it just me, or is this game of “tag” beginning to grind on your nerves? [/glow]
Echo: I was tired of it way before you showed up.

[glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Then it shall cease now. Lowering ourselves to this form of battle is beneath either one of us. It is high time we stand our ground and fight like real men ... and women. [/glow]
Echo: And how do you propose to do that?

[glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: By asking nicely, of course! A little politeness goes a long way, you know. Maybe if you learned that lesson your summer home wouldn’t have a nice, cozy spot in the middle of an inferno.[/glow]
Echo: ...What's that even supposed to mean---

[Thunderkiss doesn’t give her a chance to finish expressing her bewilderment. Both hands cuffed around his mouth, he calls out to a pair of red eyes that shimmer in the darkness of the basement shadows.]

[glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: JASHIN! Quell your attacks! We wish to discuss the situation at hand! I request a “cease fire,” if you will. [/glow]
[glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: Do you take me as a FOOL? I am a high and powerful being, not one of the scrubs that you peel off of the ring mat to slam again day in and day out![/glow]
[glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Well, yes, but that doesn’t detour from the fact that I honestly want to have a heart to heart about this silliness both you and I are engaged within. This game of cat and mouse must subside! We are far better than this![/glow]
[glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: Speak for yourself. Personally, if it is your intention to eliminate my existence and her’s to execute me for the Scarlet Madness, I am going to at least make you two work for it.[/glow]
[Thunderkiss realizes that any form of rational thought here is nothing more than a waste of valuable time and effort. Luckily for him, there is another who will listen and to get to him, he must penetrate several inches of demonic DNA. Carefully Thunderkiss chooses his words like a scalpel and uses them to cut straight to Mainer’s entrapped soul.]

[glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Mainer, I speak directly to you. I offer you a true one-on-one battle, to take place within the confines of those simplistic rubber ropes you and I grew up admiring. This is your chance to best me, Mainer, to show you that you truly are more than little Danny Masterson that grew up down the street. You have proclaimed yourself as the “King of Vegas” for many years, Danny. Now it’s time to PROVE IT! [/glow]
[glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: Do you really think that Mainer is going to fall for your tricks?! You f-f-f- .... arghhhhhhh .... QUIET YOURSELF![/glow]
[Electric Head struggles from within as one soul does battle with another. Several seconds and convolutions later, Danny Mainer emerges showing that Jashin’s control over him is not as strong as initially thought.]

Danny Mainer: ”I’m running this show now, I always have been. You just swaggered in here into my body and thought, WRONGLY might I add “I know, I’ll make myself at home and use Dan as a tool to destroy my enemies!” Well unfortunately that hasn’t sat well with me and I’m fed up of being used. Everyone’s done it, you’re no exception, you just weren’t expecting it to hit you on the ass.”

[glow=red,2,300]“You ingrate”[/glow]
Danny Mainer: ”Shut it, demon! Aiden, as much as I hate to say this I wholeheartedly agree with this and I accept your challenge under two exclusive conditions.”

[glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Oh? And what’s that?[/glow]
Danny Mainer: ”First, we make this a fair fight. This is between you and I, as it has always been. In other words, we DITCH the BITCH!”

Echo: He's a demon, for fuck's sake, you seriously think he's going to abide by--

~!~WHAM~!~

[In an ironic twist of fate, it is the hell spawn who is attacked without warning or provocation. TK sinks his back fist directly into her face temporarily taking her out of the action.]

[glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Consider it done, Mainer. And two?[/glow]
Danny Mainer: ”That we have this be a contest of MORTAL nature, held within the confines of a match fit for the occasion. It’s a match that’s had numerous names through its career, it has been called The Haunted House, The Vegas Blood House and it’s only fitting that in the third incarnation it should be renamed again to the more fitting title, “The Abbatoir”. In other words, you check your powers at the door and I’ll make sure my little buddy here is kept at bay. It’s been appropriately dubbed ‘The On-Stage Snuff Film’ and I think you’ll find it a rather brutal, MORBID setting yet the perfect one to tie up all of the loose ends between us.”

[glow=red,2,300]“You can’t do that!”[/glow]
[glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: I agree with him. You cannot give me a solid guarantees that he will not corrupt your mind during our contest, no matter your best efforts. If I abandoned my powers before the contest surely you would have the upper hand if this were to occur. I cannot agree to your terms. Unless -[/glow]

Danny Mainer: ”Unless what? “

[glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Unless we have a neutral party ensure that we are both honest with one another and I think I know just the person for the job. I agree to your terms, Danny. Let this finally come to an end on the stage where both you and I dreamed we would once be in this very house.[/glow]
[Mainer and Thunderkiss part ways, their minds strategizing and preparing for a hellish battle come Saturday. Back in the basement of Joseph house, Echo slowly begins to stir, her head filled to brim with contempt over the betrayal. She brushes off the dirt on her person with careless detail; the same cannot for her meticulous plans for revenge.]

Echo: Gloves are off. Gloves are very, very off now.

[Flipping her phone open, she dials a number from memory and lifts the apparatus to her ear. It rings exactly once before someone picks up.]

Echo: We've got a class-3. Drop my arsenal off back at the hotel and bail out of town; I'm not working on Institute time anymore.



Echo: I understand. You won't be held responsible.

[Without another word, she closes the phone and strides out of the room with a deliberate, focused walk. Runes have already begun to shimmer in the air around her.]

[FADE]

[xs3]

Title: Don’t mess with the Mach.
Credit: Macho Man RDK and Chris Phenomenal

The following took place after the February 23rd edition of Warfare

???: Chris, Chris me too.

The scene opens up outside of the ACW parking garage as about twenty fans are standing alongside the door, hoping to score an autograph from an ACW star as they make their way back to their respective lodgings from the arena. The only man out at the moment is Chris Phenomenal. He appears to be in a decent mood, his New York Yankees cap is firmly perched atop his head, and his chain hangs freely from below his red bandana. As Chris grabs a hold of another one of the notebooks it is ripped from his hands as the throng of people migrate from Chris to another superstar that has just emerged.

???: Macho Man can you sign this for me?

Macho Man RDK: OoOoOoOo YEAH brudah’s and sistah’s. Just let me grab my pen.

Macho Man reaches into the pocket of his blazer and pulls out a shiny pen.

Macho Man RDK: Alright, who’s first.

With that the twenty or so people start jostling for position, all trying to get to the front of the line and be the first to get the autograph of the Macho Man, some even hoping to get a Polaroid.

Macho Man: RDK: Easy there brudah’s, I’m not going anywhere. The Macho Man won’t leave until you all get an autograph and a picture with the Mach.

This settles the crowd down as they finally file into line and Macho Man starts shaking hands, signing autographs and posing for pictures, all the while Chris Phenomenal looks on, leaning up against the wall of the ramp looking down at the throngs around Macho Man RDK, stewing in his own jealousy.

Chris Phenomenal: What the fuck has he ever done, sure he’s a five time international champion. Sure he beat Thunder Train last week, and Jason Freeman before that, but honestly, he’s a fucking Canadian. What good has ever come out of Canada, aside from Trish Stratus, Maple Syrup and Keifer Sutherland. Nothing that’s what. He’s just a hick from some up your bum territory, that does nothing absolutely. All they do up there is sing about the beaver, sit in their igloos drinking there shit as fuck beer, and sing about who know’s the fuck what in their jibberish language. I mean who the fuck says EH! In every sentence aside from the Fonze. Nobody.

Chris continues to murmur to himself as the Mach finishes signing the autographs. Once he is done and every little machomaniac has been sent home with a special memory, Chris approaches the man who could be considered the greatest ACW Star ever.

Chris Phenomenal: What the fuck man, I’m out here signing shit for them, trying to create some memories for them, memories I never had a chance to experience when I was a kid. Fuck I’m doing something nice for a change and all of the sudden you come out here and, poof. Like little magic fairies they are gone, fluttering over to you. The man with an ego that could sink this island, who’s so fucking full of himself he talks in the first person. Seriously man, who the fuck do you think you are?[/i]

Chris stares down the Mach, his body is slightly trembling with the anger. Macho Man however remains cool and collected and doesn’t blink. This only serves to further infuriate the volatile Chris Phenomenal who decides to take a swing at the Mach. Macho Man blocks it however but instead of throwing one of his own looks into the eyes of the brash new comer. Chris looks up at the Mach, shocked that he didn’t throw a punch of his own.

Macho Man RDK: Look brudah, It’s going to take some time before you get a large fan base. Here on the island not every body is going to have heard of you, and they haven’t seen enough of you to be impressed. Go out there and win a few matches and you’ll start to see them flocking towards you as well.

Chris Phenomenal: Was that a shot at me mother fucker. I don’t take shit lying down and you know that, you’ve seen what I’ve done to that cock sucker Mainer all because he decided to get in my way. Are you gonna be the next one, chump.

Macho Man RDK: Easy there brudah, I didn’t mean nothing by it, but that’s the second half of your problem. You got to respect the guys that paved the way for you. You may not see eye to eye with everybody here, but without people like THE MACH, ACW might not be here!

Chris Phenomenal: So now your backing down, you can talk shit but when someone calls you out you back down. Your silk panties in a bunch there Mach, ridin’ dirty tonight. I think you just some punk ass, who lucked into everything that came his way. Other people may have been impressed but I’m not, you don’t strike fear into me, and you sure as fuck don’t command my respect.

Macho Man RDK: Whatever brud, it’s your life to live. You can live in a shell of anger, expressing yourself with pure unadultered emotion. Or you can use it for something better and once you realize that, that’s when these people will follow you, will look up to you.[/I]

With that Macho Man starts to walk away from Chris Phenomenal but he will have none of it.

Chris Phenomenal: You ain’t nothing Mach, I could throw down any challenge here and whoop your ass. You can name the game, Chinese checkers, basketball, wrestling. Any thing you can think of and I’d whoop your punk ass from here to whatever cess pool you call home.[/i]

Macho Man stops in his tracks and turns around and looks back at Chris Phenomenal.

Macho Man RDK: Are you serious brud?

Chris Phenomenal: I don’t know…BRUD, does it look like I’m fucking joking?[/I]

With that Chris Phenomenal stares down RDK, obviously ready for whatever might happen next.

Macho Man RDK: Alright Brud, I’ll give you a shot. I’ll give you an opportunity to back up all the smack you been talking. Two block’s north there is a TGI Fridays and we are gonna have ourselves a good old fashioned eating contest.


Chris Phenomenal: Alright Macho Fuck, you’re on. I’ll see you over there.[/I]

With that the two superstar’s go back down into the parking lot and hop into their respective cars. As Macho Man tries to pull out of the single wide door Chris comes roaring through, narrowly missing the edge of Macho Man’s car and squirting threw the door ahead of him as Macho Man shakes his head. A short two minute drive is all it takes for the two cars to reach the TGI Fridays. Chris makes his way into the restaurant and stands in line waiting as it appears as if every table is occupied after Warfare. As soon as Macho Man walks in however he is ushered right into the back as Chris Phenomenal follows him. At the very back of the restaruant is one extra large booth with a big picture of the Macho Man on the wall. It appears as if it is Macho Man’s own personal booth. The Macho Man sits down as Chris takes a seat beside him, shaking his head at the excess of Macho Man. The hostess walks away as Chris checks her out and let’s out a low whistle.

Macho Man RDK: So brud, what do you think of the Mach’s own private table he’s got here?

Chris Phenomenal: My only question is why the fuck do you have your own personal table at a dump like this. I mean I bet that I can’t count to a number as high as the number of STD’s that waitress has. I mean if this was Gregario’s or Vincenzo’s sure, but TGI Fridays. I’ve dined in some ghetto restaurant’s but this shit takes the cake.

Macho Man RDK: I guess all I can say is the Mach like’s his TGI Fridays.[/I]

With that the waitress comes and drops off two glasses of water and smiles at The Mach and nervously asks what they would like for the evening.

Macho Man RDK: I think it will suffice to say that this will be an unusual order Brenda. The Mach would like…The Roast Beef Club, Two Pounds of Chicken Wings, Chicken Noodle Soup, The Turkey Dinner, Some Pancake’s, don’t forget Aunt Jemima’s either, and for dessert The Macho Man would like Two Oreo Crumble’s, an Apple Pie and a bowl of Gelatine Desert. Our guest of honour, Mr. Phenomenal will have the same as well.[/I]

The waitress recites the order and Macho Man confirms it as the two sit back. Macho Man closing his eyes and taking a five minute cat nap as Chris Phenomenal wishes he had his nine millimetre on him. After about a fifteen minute wait, four waiters come out bearing the entire order and set it beside the respective parties. Chris look’s at the mountain of food, the most he has ever seen at one time. After all the food is set RDK grabs a hold of his napkin, tucks it into his shirt and pronounces the eating contest started.

The two men start with the Two pounds of Chicken Wing’s and make short work of them, neither man seeming to slow down as the final one went down the gullet. The Roast Beef Clubs were next and despite a look of disdain coming across his face, Chris was able to choke down the entire sandwich and the French fries that came with it. The soup was now at the right temperature as both men decided to forego proper table etiquette, grabbing the bowl’s of soup and tipping them back like Dan White and a can of Irn Bru. Macho Man appeared to have a slight lead as the Turkey Dinner was next. Chris was able to make up ground devouring the mashed potatoes and gravy. The Turkey however gave the Macho Man the lead as Chris stared at the cranberry sauce unable to figure out what it was, or what to do with it. The stuffing broadened the Macho Man’s lead as Chris Phenomenal started to slow down, the amount of food being ingested getting to him but he continued to troop on.

With the main courses and appetizers finished the two went to work on the deserts, Macho Man seemingly inhaling the Oreo Crumbles, but Chris Phenomenal was even faster, obviously enjoying the ice cream. With the Apple Pie next Chris Phenomenal was able to tie it up, showing the true measure of a man is not how much of the main course you can put away but the amount of desert. Chris looked to have the advantage as all that remained was the Gelatine desert but as Chris looked at it his stomach turned and his face turned lime green, the same as the desert. Mach took advantage of the moment of weakness and finished Chris off by powering through his jiggling desert and raising his arm in victory at the same time that Chris stomach could no longer take the amount of food it was being forced to store, and removing it the only way it knew how.

Chris face turned a pale white as the Macho Man looked on in disgust at Chris Phenomenal.

Macho Man RDK: Sorry Brud, better luck next time! OoOoH Yeaaah![/I]

Chris face went from a pale white to red in anger as the Macho Man removed the napkin from around his neck and started to make his way out of the restaurant, as he did the restaurant went from the din roar it was previously at to a near riot as everybody realized the Macho Man was in the building. Chris Phenomenal looked on in disgust once more as the waitress came up beside him and delivered the bill. Chris looked at it, and over at Macho Man before banging his fist on the table and yelling loudly…

Chris Phenomenal: You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.[/I]

Every head in the restaurant turns and looks at Chris Phenomenal for a brief second before turning back to the Macho Man RDK, seemingly glowing as each person in the restaurant looked on in admiration as the scene faded away.

End of show.

[The Feature Presentation]

Awesome show brud! Props for putting it together so smoothly!

Macho's MVP: Chris Phenomenal.

Steele/Zero's gonna be a GONG show.

[xs3]

Thanks for everyone for getting their stuff in. It was great to compile.

As I said before in chat, my MVP for this show is Lee Homicide.

The Mainer/TK/Echo feud is just flat-out awesome, can't wait to see the rest of X's segments and of course... Freeman vs. Hughes. Kudos to Freeman for actually getting his stuff in on time!

[Scott Andrews]

Lee Homicide = <3

Awesome show all round, really.

EDIT: Also, for the record, I am no longer The Scarlet Assassin. Read my profile.

[lee]

You might wanna change your banner/avatar combo, then, Scott. >_>

But, yeah, thanks for your compliments. Your stuff's still solid too, rest assured.

[Scott Andrews]

Yeah, I'm workin on another at the mo.

[Jake Steele]

Very, very good hype show going into Bloody Valentine. I have to say, right now my favorite feuds are Macho/Train, Jefferson/Spade/Shadow, and Mainer/TK/Echo. I really enjoyed that ending segment with the three of you, great job on that. I also enjoyed the entrance modifications that Dan did, and I'm wondering where exactly this angle with Scott/Grim is going to go. The Light Tube Death Match with Wayde had me marking, so I can guess I can't just wait on the other angle.

Oh! And I also really enjoyed Lee's segments this week, and the feud with him, Badger and Chris Phenomenal, while it is just starting, should be a nice contest between three newcomers.

Oh Bloody Valentine, here we come!

[Fallen Souls]

>.> *waits for Evans to show up so my last stuff can get posted*

[BK London]

The one person who really stood out on this show who doesn't get enough praise is Jay Zero. The dialogue he writes is so believable and it really conveys the state of mind he is in currently. So far he has proved to be one hell of a champion.

[Dalton]

I'd like to comment on X's change to the title format. Good job doing it right for the first time in ages. Kidding, you silly Brits.

Grand show kids, keep it up d(^.~)z

[Fallen Souls]

>.> Okay...everything will be up when little X wakes up..*shakes fist at Evans*


Please read it? I tried something very experimental with my last of the night...and I'm tired of hearing praise for everyone else >.>

[xs3]

X's segments have been added in. They're well worth a read... if you're into THAT kind thing... You'll see what I mean.

[Thunderkiss]

lol, Mark, I got a kick out of your XS4 promo. Whether be it an unintentional spoof or direct, I found it quite humorous.

Also, the ramifications of FSX/Evans shall be interesting, considering how I just got thrust into the middle of it. Geesh, you lend someone your valet for a couple of days and look what happens.

[Jake Steele]

Well, since everyone has MVP's these days... I'll pick two of my own. Jay Zero and FSX. Like BK said, no matter how good his segments, nobody seems to truly give him enough praise for all of his hard work and dedication as champ. I'll admit, during our "Showdown" segment, I honestly sat down with my mouth open at how bad Zero had truly ripped into Steele, he did a fantastic job.

And FSX is another who writes consistently, but no one seems to recognize his work. His feud with Evans has been sadistic, and I am really wondering where this new "monster" FSX is going to lead himself to. Great job as well.