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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:01:45 GMT -5
ACW Proudly Presents: Bloody Valentine 2009 Saturday 28th February 2009
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XS3 vs. Rena Matheson
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Chris Phenomenal vs. Brent Garland vs. Lee Homicide
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Street Fight A.C Evans vs. FSX
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Light Tube Death Match Scott Andrews vs. Wayde Russeller
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Dan White vs. Josh Robertson
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Falls Count Anywhere Jason Freeman vs Jonny Hughes
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ACW Entertainment Title Match Jonny Spade vs. Jack Jefferson vs. Dave Shadow
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ACW International Title The Rematch Winner attains ownership of Academy Award for Best Actor "Macho Man" Randy Dallas Kanyon vs. Thunder Train
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The Abbatoir Danny Mainer VS Thunderkiss
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ACW World Championship Jay Zero vs. Jake Steele
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:02:34 GMT -5
Bloody Valentine promises to live up to its name; the fans are in the arena, and it’s all systems go as we head to the back for the first segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:02:55 GMT -5
Here's To Your, Mr. Robinson Dan White The camera opens up, and there's a massive pop as Dan White is shown, seated on the floor, with his arms crossed and his legs spread out almost in a juvenile manner. He then stretches his arms out, grabbing some parcel tape with his right hand and beginning to tape up his wrists. Nothing professional about it. Unlike Robertson, Dan doesn't have to resort to getting personal trainers to help himself train for matches. Instead, he'll choose to do it by himself. Well, himself, plus a couple of his mates.
The camera pans out, and Dan's unlikely match co-ordinators, The Royles, are coming into his room, a clipboard in hand. For two people that only ever knew how to steal their way through life, they've come up with a knack for wrestling tactics, and as Dan rubs his hands with preparation, they're ready to begin.Biggin: All right then, you got Josh Robinson soon. And to be honest Dan, I don't think you're going to have a lot of trouble winning this match. Dan raises his eyebrow.Dan: Is that so? And that would be because... McGroin: Well, he's an amateur mate. He's not a professional wrestler. He spent his entire wrestling career fighting on the floor on grungy little cum-stained mats in school gyms after it was shut up for the night. Biggin: Aye. Not only that, but he got rid of his trainer, didn't he? That was basically the only thing going for him. He's a bloody sheep! No wonder Cheng called him generic. He ain't gonna cause you problems, so long as you listen to what we got. Dan: Alrighty then.... McGroin: First off, avoid the Purifier. Aye, it's a Sharpshooter so you've been subject to that move about fifty million times in your life. Dan sniggers to himself.Dan: Heh, aye, no wonder people call him generic. McGroin: Also, he's basically a chain wrestler. Like I said does all his wrestling on the floor. He won't through a punch at you without having to wind up, yeah? Just bloody get out the way when he's trying to act cocky, and smack him in the back of the head or something. Biggin: Haha, aye, that sounds like a plan. Knock some sense into that daft bastard. The Royles look at Dan with a smirk, but Dan looks like he's already got other plans sorted. He gets up off the floor, with a smile on his face.Dan: Now lads, I'll bear all that in mind. But I've got something to tell you that wasn't mentioned by either myself, or Robinson. The brothers look at each other and then Dan, in a manner of confusion.McGroin: Oh, what's that then? Dan smiles, lifting something up off the floor, which the camera purposely doesn't pick up on.Dan: I've managed to convince the powers that be, to make in a No Disqualification match...heheh The news is good news to The Royles, and their faces light up.Biggin: Haha, nice one boyo! McGroin: Aye, that's pure quality, charver! Dan smirks again, almost in a massive dose of smugness.Dan: Ah lads, there was nothing to it. I deserved it. McGroin: Heh, well we've got to be off anyways. Got a job involved regarding a couple of FedEx trucks and that. Dan: Alright, take care. The two brothers exit the room, as Dan places the still unidentifiable weapon against the wall. He rubs his left wrist with his right hand, preparing for what could be a very vicious match, especially now that it's looking to be in his kind of environment. Before the camera fades, however, “Take A Look Around” by Limp Bizkit hits. It's a dose of nostalgia for some older fans in the crowd, as that was in fact Dan's first theme music when he joined right back in August 2004, under the Daredevil name. But it is in fact only his phone, and he flicks it open to answer.Dan: Hello? The other end is inaudible, at least to those listening to it via camera. Dan's brow immediately furrows, however, and the news clearly isn't too great.Dan: Wait, so you're saying Chairman Gingerdude wants to meet me on Meltdown? There's reaction from the crowd, much less because Chairman Gingerdude wanting to see Dan is clear signs that Gingerdude obviously noticed the antics Dan got up to in wake of his vacation, and that he's not particularly pleased at a certain Welshman. Dan sighs, closing his eyes, and nodding his head.Dan: All right, I gotcha. I'll see him Thursday. He shuts his phone, and sighs again, speaking to himself.Dan: Looks like Thursday's going to be an interesting night.... Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:03:57 GMT -5
Segment: Come, See, Conquer, Alternate Title: Moar of Lee Copying CM Punk, Part I (Credit: Lee) Stepping into ACW, Lee Homicide was considered a joke. All his boastful claims of being superior in every which way to his ACW peers, and for what? He hadn't proven anything to the rest of the boys in the back. He hasn't proven anything to anyone in the wrestling world for that matter. His eyes are set on gathering each piece of gold that he could get his hands on, to etch his name in wrestling history. Watching as the others got their chances in front of him, patience was clearly the key in his case. Waiting in the back quietly, patiently waiting for his opportunity. Now coming up will be the biggest match of his career. Failure to capitalize on this opportunity to pull ahead of the pack could mean another chance won’t be coming for a long, long while. His moment was coming soon, but when that chance came would he be able to capture it? It had begun, the long and hard journey to achieve what he wanted. Everything in life wasn't going to be handed to a young kid like himself. Growing up in the hard streets of Brooklyn, he had already learned that nothing was going to be handed to him, whether he had the talent or not. He had to work for everything that was going to be one day hung on the wall of his house. Every good fighter always gets his ass beat at one time or another, always setting himself up in a situation where he would feel probably the worst pain in his entire life, both mentally and physically. Lee Homicide is a man who’s had his fair share of beatings. Through it all, he kept gathering himself, getting up from each loss, and kept his sights locked on the goal. Throughout many of the letdowns he’d suffered, Lee overcame many obstacles to obtain the most significant opportunity to date: a match at a genuine, bona fide ACW pay-per-view. He’s ready to take another step to penultimate glory. Feb. 28. ACW Island. The ACW superstars will swarm to their arena. Lee Homicide will step into the spotlight yet again. His eyes set on winning that triple threat match, outlasting two other men. And at the end, the world will know his name. itzLEEyuhBITCH [/size][/font][/center] = = = A nice, breezy day in Brooklyn. The sun is shining throughout the city. The residue from last night’s snowstorm was still clearly seen. Some shovels were seen around the streets. Youngsters to school, adults to work.
The only red apartment in the neighborhood, was owned by Mr. and Mrs. Chung. It was in the lower-class area of the city, where a scrappy kid named Chung Jann Lee, the fledgling Lee Homicide, grew up. He makes his way from school, his head down, headphones blaring Tupac Shakur placed in his ears. He swung his head back and forth, as he sung along. The first judgment people might make about him was that he looked small in size. He sports a black long sleeve shirt with some white skulls imprinted all around, a pair of a blue torn Levis, and some old worn-out sneakers. Grabbing the house keys from his pocket, Lee opened the gate to his domicile. Shutting it, he turns to look at the couple across the street. Young couple in their 20s are having a argument that would usually take place each week.
Shaking his head, he quickly jogged to the front of his residence. He opened up the mailbox and retrieves the stack of mail that was delivered early in the morning. He took the key and jammed it a few times into the key hole. Finally, the rusty, old door turned, and he stepped inside. The TV blasted the New York Yankees game as his father laid asleep on the living room couch. Lee tossed his backpack onto the floor and simply walked past his father. The living room smelled like cigarettes, and a beer bottle was on the table. Lee ran over and quickly picked it up, dimming the lights down. Grabbing the remote, he slowly lowered the volume on the TV.Lee: Dad, Yanks up 3-1. Placing the remote down, he stepped outside to toss the beer bottle outside. It landed in the garbage bag with a thud. Lee stepped back into the house and shut the door behind him. He waltzed into the kitchen, grabbing a nearby banana. His mother prepared the meal for later that day. She set out three yellow plates and poured as many glasses of orange juice. Lee tossed the banana peel into the garbage, picking up one of the glasses of juice immediately after. Drinking it all in a matter of seconds, he slammed it down on the counter.Lee: What time did Dad get home yesterday? Lee’s Mom: About a few hours ago, he went to sleep at Chuck’s father’s house. It’s hard to keep track of him these days. Lee: Wow. That’s more sleep than I get at the comic shop. Lee’s Mom: How was school? Lee: Ah, nothing, same ole same ole day. His mother tussled the mess of black hair perched atop his head as she pointed to the plates. She beamed a bright smile at Lee.Lee: Should I wake up Dad, or are we eating without him? Lee’s Mom: I think it’s best that we leave him the way he is right now. Only three plates tonight, your sister won’t be coming home until late at night. Lee: All right, whatever you say. Getting things ready, Lee continued to make his way into the dining room, which was only a few quick steps away from the kitchen. Lee placed the plates in front of each seat, grabbed a set of forks and spoons, and placed them next to the plates. His mother slowly walked out with mittens on, carrying a large tray of lasagna. Lee stared at the food for a few moments, his stomach a bit empty.Lee’s Mom: Go clean your hands also. Sighing a bit, he slowly dragged himself to the bathroom. He pumped too much soap into his hand. It always seemed like it was too much. After rinsing the dirt from his hands, he splashed some water on his face. He wiped his face and hands before stepping out of the bathroom with a smile on his face. Ready to eat, he sat down at the table. Then came the sound of stumbling from the living room. Some things fell as the TV remote was heard falling on the living room mat. Lee’s father slowly awoke, letting out a huge yawn. Wiping his eyes, Lee walked into the dining room.Lee’s Dad: You already made the food? Geez, that’s quick. What time is it? Lee’s Mom: It’s around 5:20. Lee’s Dad: Damn, what took you so long to get home? Damnit, you’re a teenager already. You can’t spend your entire life rotting away at the comic store. Go to parties or something. Lee: I don’t like that crowd. Lee’s Dad: Really? I thought you did. Walking past one another, Lee could smell the odor of cigarettes and beer on his father’s body. Lee grabbed his seat and sat it in the chair, replaying what his father just said in his head over and over again. Clearly mad at the moment, he grabbed his plate and scooped some of the food. He went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of orange soda. He opened it up and took a large gulp. It felt good running down his body. He burped as his father followed him back into the dining room. The family sat for a few moments, in silence as they ate.Lee’s Dad: So how have things been around here? I noticed that you didn’t quite clean up the house last night. Lee’s Mom: I did. Courtney and I spent the whole day putting things away and stuff. Lee’s Dad: Eh, didn’t notice then. Geez last night was such a crazy night, I’m telling you, son, I’m raising you to be a man. And last night was a man’s party. I’m telling you that right now. Lee: Really? Is that how “men” are supposed to act these days? Sit around on their asses plastered outta their minds while the clock ticks their lives away? Some silence filled the room, Mom noticing this, as he picked up her plate. And grabbed some more food, even though her plate clearly full of it already. He scooped more.Lee’s Mom: Good, isn’t it? Lee’s Dad: You got some mouth, kid. Lee: And I’ll be damned if I’m gonna use it to funnel poison into my stomach. Lee’s Dad: You honestly believe you’re so much better than everybody? What makes you so goddamn special? Lee’s Mom: Don’t say that about him. Lee’s Dad: You quit praising the kid. As if he’s done something good. What are ya gonna be, son? A wrestler? Huh? You gonna be the next Ric Flair or some shit like that? Those guys get completely trashed every day of every week. Lee kept his mouth shut, not wanting to argue in front of his mom. He had enough respect for his father to not say anything back and more respect for his mother to not carry this on. Lee continued to pick at his plate. Eating quickly, his father chuckled a bit. He took a large sip out of his cup. All of a sudden, there was a loud ~!~THUD~!~ that came from outside. Lee turned to look outside, but continued to pick at his food. Footsteps were heard on the front porch as shadows of a few people were seen through the front window shades. Lee took a small glance.Lee: Probably Courtney and her friends. Lee’s Mom: That’s good. We need all the help we can get to eat this all. There were a few knocks on the door and some yelling outside of it. Lee stood up first and wiped off his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt. He made his way to the door, but before he opened it, he peeked through the window shades. Watching as three kids from his class stood outside his door, he lets out a sigh.Lee: Not. In. The. Mood. Letting out a deep breath, he opened up the door. He poked his head out a bit with a confused look on his face. Eying each of the kids, Lee shook his head.Lee: Now, please tell me you all have a good reason to be here. To be continued.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:04:44 GMT -5
Reminisce: Childhood (Credit: FSX)
When everything appears to be hell, it's hard to determine just what is what anymore. If the feelings of undeniable pain are those of the heart, or something of the self-conscious. If that desire to slam a knife into your heart is emotional, or a quad tear. The feeling of life slowly escaping you with each breathe, or the joy of new life entering the world. However, to be this delusional you need a good reason. A time line of affairs, dating back longer then anyone is truly willing to look. An in depth search through the soul, so to say. But where can someone truly let everything out? Express everything that has pent up throughout life, and let out everything. Without the fear of judgment, without the knowledge that gossip will soon be spread of what is heard, and inevitably everyone will know of it. Everyone will look on in disgust and judge you. Everyone will damn you to hell..
There is only one place free of all that, and only one man that truly needs it at the moment in ACW. Fallen Souls has lost any fragment of his peace of mind following the past month. Though he managed to strive through the drug usage, and overcome his own personal demons time and time again...he never expected to be hit so strong. To be suddenly struck, and left in awe from something so sinister...From watching life being ripped away, and defiled. From knowing that he was the one at fault...It appeared as if he would have no way of recovering from all of this. That he would finally lose his mind forever, and would accept he was a monster. That there was no saving him, and he was doomed to remember what had happened forever...But as he sit alone in a dark room, his hands seated on his lap for the moment, it appears he still searches for hope. For someone to forgive him..for some place to let it all out.
FSX: I never once expected myself to come back to this place, or even think of it's existence again. You know, I've pondered burning it to the ground in the past...Maybe that's a good place to start.
'Voice': I can sense quite a bit of anger in your words, child. What has the Church done to you?
...But who would of expected it would all go down here? Apparently having reached the very brink of his sanity, and become overwhelmed with pent up emotion through his life, Fallen has finally come to confession. A man that has stated countless times his hatred of religion, and has gone out of his way to damn it..has come there for some form of reassurance. The look on his face says it all. He knows himself to be a hypocrite today.
FSX: Well...I suppose if I was to put it simply, it has done God's work. It has cast me down to the very bowels of hell, and stolen my innocence. It has caused me unbelievably pain and horrors, which have done nicely to destroy my humanity. It has left me a shell of what may have in other scenarios been considered a person, and left me unable to understand situations. To see things through open eyes, and know what I must do.
Priest: I'm...not quite sure I understand what your saying. Could you explain in more detail?
Letting out a single sigh as he heard this, he had expected things would need to be broken down more, even if he hoped that wasn't the case. It was a church confessional, after all. These things usually went into extenuating detail, and allowed the person confessing to relieve themselves of everything they have hidden over the years...With that in mind, the real question is how ACW got a camera in there.
FSX: Certainly. As a young boy, my parents abandoned me at a church. It was one such as this, of Catholic faith of course. Because I'm quite sure if I was a Christian you would simply damn me to hell, and send me on my way...but I digress. I'm not here to deal with the idiocy that is religion, and point out the flaws int he system that you guys orchestrate and embrace every day. I'm apparently here to tell you just why I will be burning in hell, and try to find some kinda God to clear my head. To forgive me of my sins, and tell me that anything I've done in the past can be forgotten. That it no longer matters..you know, same as any religious nutjob. I just want to hear that I can do anything, and that I shouldn't feel bad for what I've done. You understand where I'm coming from?
Priest: Well...I suppose I do, but you must understand that --
Cutting the man off as he didn't care at all for his insight, Fallen would continue without a moment of silence spread. It was finally time that he let others into his mind again...if only to sate his curiosity. How would this man react?
FSX: Alright, good. Anyway, where was I? Talking about how my parents abandoned me? Right...Well, growing up I was lead to believe that they were dead. Now, I don't know if it is the Church's motto to blatantly lie to scarred children, but it worked at the time. It at least gave me a reason to be confided to the Church, and to live there. Now, the first few years of living there wasn't so bad. It was a rather happy place, and the Nuns would only assault me when I truly deserved me. You know, the usual stuff. Ruler to the hands for speaking out in class, three lashes for sacrilege, a few smacks to the ribs with a baseball bat for declining dinner...having your face slammed repeatedly into the ground, as other children watched on and laughed, for being unable to properly recite any verse of the bible I was asked too. Cut..repeatedly...for...ah, actually I forget what that one was for. Happened a lot, though.
Shivering quite notably at what he heard, the Priest appeared in shock of it all. How could such a place exist on this earth? Perhaps it was living in ignorance, but the Savant who was given the responsibility to believe all he was told, and to trust in people, was believing every word out of Fallen's mouth to be a lie. How nice of him. Hallelujah.
FSX: It really wasn't so bad, thinking back. Other kids had it worse. It was just irritating to know that they paid a special attention to me..Either way, it wasn't very long before the local Priest took a special interest in me as well. I don't really know if all they say about pedophilia in religion to be true, but back home it was. Honestly, the sodomy wasn't so bad. It hurt a lot at first, but in time I just stopped feeling it. You know, ignored the situation entirely. Pretended I was somewhere else, with a family that loved me. Living the life anyone had always wanted, you know?...I guess from that point on I've been striving to find perfection in my life. Doing anything I could to reach it, and becoming quite frustrated when something didn't go according to plan. It's kinda funny..looking back, anyway.
Having trouble finding any amusement in this, the preacher again would shake his head. How could this be real?! A grown man, so casually speaking of being raped countless times in a shelter. Being abused and tormented by the men and women of God. Those that were there to protect him...it made him feel quite physically ill.
FSX: So as time went by, and I grew older, I found myself becoming less and less appealing to the Priest. Honestly, I didn't have a problem with this. I was quite happy to no longer be in that situation. Unfortunately, I still had a heart. I still really cared about others. Because of that, hearing the cries of other boys being subjected to this was beginning to drive me mad. Knowing that they were being 'punished' in the way that I once had, for doing nothing, and listening to them cry out for help...I found it rather upsetting. So much so that I went to speak to the Priest, imploring him to leave them be. You know, go back to using me instead. Sacrifice myself for their mercy.
Priest: ...Holy Jesus...
FSX: Pretty blasphemous for a Priest, aren't you? Nah, it's nothing like what Jesus did. He just took part in a snuff film, so that Mel Gibson could inevitably make a movie about it. I doubt that Mel will make a movie about some Korean kid getting fucked in the ass...well, at least a Blockbuster. I can't speak for his home movies. Either way, the Priest rejected me. He said that I had grown too old for his taste, and the fact I was beginning to hit Puberty disgusted him...Regardless of this, I continued to plead he would take me instead. Begging him, asking if there was any way he could. Eventually, he came to a conclusion. A way to 'keep me young' for a few more years, as he said.
Pausing for a moment, Fallen seemed to have trouble saying just what it was. Despite anything that had happened to him, retelling this portion of his life still brought worry to his eyes. Perhaps it was even to the extent of fear, even after so many years, as he let his head fall in shame...maybe this all was too much. It would appear too much for any everyday pedestrian, after all...But for the Priest sitting at the other side of this booth, there was a notable lack of surprise in his voice. Given what he'd heard so far, it made sense.
Priest: ...Castration.
FSX: ...You sure are level headed about all this, aren't you? But yes, your right. So he planned on doing it, and cleared a room to do so. Stripping me down and coming at me with a knife, I was so happy to know that I was free...but it was then I came to a realization. I couldn't just get my balls chopped off! How was that fair? So, doing the next best thing, I kicked him in his and took the knife. I think you can imagine what happened next...and if you have any soul, the imagination will be better then the actual imagery...It still haunts me.
Letting out a shiver of his own at this point, Fallen would gently rub to his temples. Memories can be the equivalent of nightmares, especially if they make no effort to leave. If they simply haunt you, for what seems like forever...
FSX: After his murder, I fled the area. I didn't know just where I was headed, but I knew that I had to leave. I didn't know where I was going, or what I would do. I was a poor. I was an orphan. I was only thirteen...times was tough. After a few years of doing what it took to get by, I eventually found someone to take after me. Someone who cared about me as no one ever had, and showed me that humanity still existed. It was my darkest hour, and they were my angel. I wanted to make them happy..to do anything I could, to make them love me.
Priest: I see...and who was this?
FSX: Andrea Key. She saved my life then, in ways that you could never truly understand.
Closing his eyes as he slowly leaned back to the booth, Fallen would let out a single sigh. He appeared almost happy all of the sudden, and those paying attention should easily be able to determine why. This woman made him feel human, and allowed him the feelings that 'normal' people have every day. Of warmth in their hearts, and aspirations for the future. Truly it was wonderful...But still...As the priest looked slowly to the wall of the confessional, knowing the silent man sat on the other side of it with his thoughts...it became quite obvious this would take quite a while longer then first expected. What a life, however, that he lived.
Priest: Take your time..
Nodding a single time as he let out yet another sigh, Fallen would continue to gently rub at his temples and attempt to recompose himself. He'd gotten so far...he may as well finish his recollection now. Who knows, maybe he'd feel much better in the end...Maybe. We'll see.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:06:02 GMT -5
Match 1: XS3 vs. Rena Matheson (Credit: XS3)
Philip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from New York City, Rena Matheson!
Music. Rena. Drunken stumble. Ring.
Phillip: And his opponent, from Maple Creek, Saskatchewan, Canada, weighing in at 268 lbs, XS3!
Music. Cheers. XS3. Ring.
XS3 steps towards Rena and begins to share some trash talk with her. When there is no response, XS3 casually pauses and cocks his head to one side. He cautiously waves a hand in front of Rena's face and confirms his suspicions: Rena is too drunk to wrestle. With a small shrug of his shoulders, he bounces off the ropes and looks for a Shadow Step. However, Rena surprises the crowd and XS3 himself when she leapfrogs over him. XS3 stops in his track and Rena hits a quick series of roundhouse kicks to the shin. It appears Rena is sober after all as she then goes to whip XS3 off the ropes. XS3 quickly reverses into a whip of his own and quickly hits a Shadow Step. Rena goes down and XS3 hooks the leg for the 1-2-3.
Bell rings.
Phillip: Here is your winner, XS3!
The crowd cheers as XS3 stands up from the pin. He quickly exits the ring and yanks the mic right out of Phillip's hand. He quickly raises it to his mouth.
XS3: You know what… Fuck it, I'm just going to come out and say it. I love all of you, I really do. But after tonight. I don't know. I just want to see Jake win the title then I'm going to get the fuck out of here. I'm sick of this.
XS3 hands the mic back to Phillip and begins walking off to the back. He shrugs off the people that call out to him. What is going on in XS3's head right now?
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:06:28 GMT -5
Segment: Come, See, Conquer, Alternate Title: Moar of Lee Copying CM Punk, Part II (Credit: Lee)
On the front porch of the humble Chung residence stood three kids, two of them being a bit bigger than Lee. He knew who they were. They knew who he was. They stepped up a bit closer to the door, Lee knew trouble was coming. He turned to look at his mom and dad, who still sat eating, chatting amongst each another. Lee looked back at the kids, who seemed ready to put a hurting on Lee for lack of a better word. The first of the three kids was Michael, a rather plump kid for his age. The second was Mark. He was smaller than Lee, but there was no hint of backing down in his eyes as he stared straight at Lee. The last kid was the one that Lee had a problem with. Josh. He stood taller than Lee and looked to be built from granite. Lee sighed hugely.
Lee: ‘Scuse me for a second, felas.
Lee quickly rushed back to the dining room.
Lee: Mom, something, came up. I’m gonna head out. I’ll probably bring Court back too.
Before his mom could ask further questions, Lee went back outside and shut the door behind him. The adrenaline was rushing through his body, and his stomach was filled with butterflies. Lee looked at each of them one at a time. It was the look of a boy who was about to meet a less than glorious end.
Lee: Seriously, can you guys be this dumb? To not even wait until school, just come to my house and do this? In front of my parents and at my own home?
Michael: We thought a change of scenery would be nice.
Lee: You come here, and you interrupt me in the middle of my dinner with my parents? All right, that’s it.
Lee haughtily rolls up his sleeves.
Lee: You guys can have the number’s advantage all you want. I’m still whupping all yo asses.
Mark: Ha! Unlikely, pal. I came here with a mission to make you pay for the trash you talked last week.
Lee: What trash are you referring to exactly? The bit about your mother being a trifling whore? Or the routine about your father being another waste of oxygen?
He had pushed the wrong buttons now. Mark lunged forth and shoved Lee down from the porch. Lee walked out of the gates and into his backyard, where it was usually abandoned. There were no windows in the back of the apartment to see this place, so it was a neutral area. Lee stepped over a few large shovels, trying not to trip over them. He turned around, and shook his head.
Lee: Please, gentlemen, why not try to end this civilly?
His three tormenters showed no sign of interest as Mark threw a punch at Lee. The fist smacked straight into his jaw, sending him reeling. The other two kids laughed arrogantly as Lee held the side of his face. The other two kids came into the fight and hit Lee with two punches to his ribs. Feeling it right away, Lee fell on his knees. In accordance with his kamikaze technique, Lee grabbed onto the leg of one of his assailants and held on for dear life. He tripped up one guy, though he wasn’t sure who specifically. Afraid to raise his head and risk a kick to the face, he blindly leapt on top of the kid and threw a punch down.
Lee: ItzLEEyuhBITCH!
While he quickly bounded to his feet, the cut from his lip left a distasteful metal taste in his mouth. The cold air made the wound sting even more. He kept licking it in an attempt to stop the bleed. There was another cut right below his eye. Stumbling back a bit, he grabbed a shovel and prepared for the next hit. Running quickly at all three of the kids, he swung violently, not carrying any remorse in his heart. He felt the shovel’s blade collide with a few dull objects, but after a few moments of flailing wildly, his energy was spent. He dropped the shovel and wiped the blood off his face. Mark had fallen on the ground, holding the side of his eye. Lee looked down, and spit in his direction. The kid crawled back slowly. Michael and Josh ran towards Lee, throwing rabid punches, most of them striking Lee in his body and face. He fell to the ground again, grabbing both of their legs in a last-ditch effort to stop the stomps now raining down upon him.
Josh: Get up!
Michael: Mark’s sister’s a whore, huh? You filthy fuck! Your dad’s a fucking drunk!
Continuing to hold onto their legs, Lee began to wiggle around in an attempt to try and make both of them trip, but this effort proved futile as they both shimmied out of his continuously weakening grasp. Lee struggled to get up but was felled by another punch, which up the gash on the side of his face even more. As Lee fell back, his hand landed on a patch of snow. The trio planted a few more kicks into his ribcage. After hearing a large ruckus from the front of the house, they scamper away like roaches. It was Lee’s dad, who watched as the kids scattered. He threw a cigarette in their direction.
Lee’s Dad: You gotta get new friends, son.
Lee’s dad casually sauntered to the curb, got in his car, and drove off, clearly not acknowledging his battered son. Fighting past the aches, Lee slowly got up, limping a bit. He grabs hold of the shovel and uses it as a crutch as he hobbles back to the apartment. He stepped inside, slowly. Sitting down on the couch, he gently touched the cut on his lip. He watched as the blood ran down his fingers. As he entered the kitche, he tried his best to not let his mother notice. But maternal instincts hardly ever fail.
Lee’s Mom: What happened?! Go sit in the bathroom now!
Heeding his mother’s orders, Lee trudged shamefully to the bathroom as he held his jeans up in an attempt to not make the hole in his jeans larger. He sat on the toilet seat. His mother wetted down a hand towel and wiped Lee’s wounds.
Lee’s Mom: That should hopefully stop it from bleeding. What happened out there?
Lee: Some kids came to our house and wanted a fight. I gave them a fight. I lost. But I’m not gonna let them come here and try to punk me.
His mom just shook her head in exasperation. She would’ve normally given him some kind of lecture, but her patience tonight was wearing thin.
Lee’s Mom: All right, slap on a few bandages, and you’ll be all set. Now go and pick up your sister. She’s just at Stewie’s house.
Lee: All right, I’ll be home soon.
Lee’s Mom: Don’t get into any more fights.
Lee: How am I gonna be a wrestler with that kinda attitude?
She smiled as she placed her warm hand underneath his chin and ruffled up his hair once more. Funny how that always seemed to calm him down.
Lee stepped outside the house again and made his way down the street. Drops of his blood were seen in a few patches of snow.
He had to travel only a few blocks to where his sister sat on the front steps of her friend’s house. Lee motioned for her to follow. She jumped onto her feet and began to follow.
Courtney: What happened to your face?
Lee: Just a little fight. Nothing to worry about.
Courtney: Like a wrestling match type of fight? Oh! How many people were there? Was it a triple threat?
Lee: Everyone was there. Batman, Flash, Superman, Green Lantern.
Courtney was particularly savvy for her age, so she knew when someone was merely trying to take the mickey out of her.
Courtney: Nerd. Well, next time you get into a fight, you better not lose. You’re honestly no fun when you’re all hopelessly pitiful like this.
Lee finds no humor in this comment.
Lee: I’ll try.
Courtney: No, you got to pinky promise.
Lee can’t help laugh at his young sister. There were an infinite number of ways Courtney truly bugged him, but Lee had always gladly endured all of it simply for moments like this. He stuck out his pinky, and the two siblings hooked both of their appendages together. Lee placed his arms around his sister, and they began their trek homeward.
To be continued.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:07:06 GMT -5
Segment: A New Piece Of Pie (Credit: Scott Andrews) Bloody Valentine.
Such a fitting name for what’s about to happen tonight. I’ve got a date with a cowboy demon and I’m going to make the crimson waterfall gush. He and everyone else are going to learn not to mess with me. How long is it going to take? Honestly. You’d think the roster would be more aware that I’m capable of decimating them within minutes. Sometimes I like to take my time and watch as they slowly get weaker and weaker; it’s all part of the kill.
Speaking of kill, where the hell is that bastard Goblin? He’s proving quite a menace to locate. I can’t find him anywhere. Doesn’t mean I won’t try; I’ll never give up on my dad’s vengeance. Anyone involved in this thing is going down, and I don’t care if I go down with them. An eye for an eye; that’s the way it has to be for anyone to take notice. The justice system fails too often for me to put the case in their hands. Detective Bronson? Pfft…still haven’t received a phone call from him. All this time I’m getting closer to the truth and they sit at their computers looking through phone records and databases. Fuck that; I’m going on gut feeling and common sense.
As I make my way down the stairs to the boiler room I hear something drop; something small but metallic. I rush towards the sound, but as I get there there’s no-one in sight. I bend down and take a look at the object. It’s a small chip of metal.
I flip it over and see something that clicks in my mind; blood stain.
It makes sense. This is a piece of Goblins axe. He must be down here somewhere. Finally I’ve hit the jack pot. I know where he is, I know where he’s been hiding.
It isn’t long before I come across a stash of jack-o-lanterns in a pile, cornered behind some boxes. I rummage through the pile of rubbish until I find some documents which are of interest:[/color] ACW Island Police Profiles? The file contains detailed criminal records of everyone ever put into custody on ACW Island. There’s even a profile of Dan White, mainly for antics during ACW Island hosted football games…and one for drunk driving. But those aren’t important, what is, however, is the collection of profiles of known criminals in these parts. This will prove very useful. But why does the Goblin have it? To hide it? To use it to find the killer? I’m still torn about whether he’s on my side or not. Nothing makes fucking sense.Scott: GOBLIN! SHOW YOURSELF! I wait. No reaction.[/color] Scott: Goblin, I just want to talk! Why do you have these papers?! It was so quiet you’d be able to hear a millipede taking each individual step. I guess he’s not coming out to play. I don’t have time to play games, I have to warm myself up for one of the most brutal matches I’ve ever been a part of; but it comforts me to know that at the end of it all, I’ll be standing upon my enemies chest as he bleeds the blackest blood.[/color] Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:08:02 GMT -5
Segment - Filled with revenge? Or is it just an overplay? Credit - encryptic The camera is focused, the lens aimed at the self proclaimed star of tonight's event, Brent Garland. Garland is shown pumping some weights with a big smiloe on his face, the cameraman giving him the signal as he rolls his eyes and sighs loudly.
Brent Garland - You better get the take this time pansy! I'm NOT going to run through this again!
Isaac Thompson - Ye... Yes sir Mr. Garland!
*sigh*
Brent Garland - ...Well!?
Isaac Thompson - ...? ...OH! Sorry!!
Um... Mr. Garland, tonight you have a match/
Brent Garland - No shit sherlock!
Isaac Thompson - ...Tonight you're facing off against Chris Phenomenal and Lee Homicide in a triple... A triple threat match! Yes I got it!
Brent Garland - Yeah... Good for you!
Feeling Garland's sarcastic remark, the cameraman tenses up as Garland stares ready to get this over and done. Isaac shuffles from notecard to notecard before finally catching himself and continuing.
[/i] Isaac Thompson - Um... How do you feel? Brent Garland - Well, I'm me aren't I? With that on the table, I feel pretty damn good! I'm the king of the ring in the arena of chumps and chumpettes. I'm the biggest free agent under verbal contract! I'm the best damn thing that's happened to this company since Dave Shadow won the Entertainment Championship... A victory inside for the GWF faithful! Isaac Thompson - ...No... I meant how... Um... How do you feel/ Brent Garland - About my match right?! Dude, spit it out!
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Alright, alright pansy... YOU BETTER HAVE THE RECORD BUTTON PUSHED! Garland stares ready and centers his focus on the camera. Isaac shakily holds it and aims it towards his target. Garland shakes his head, but before he starts to bash Isaac again, he cuts himself off. All sound drifts from the room before Garland begins his verbal assault. [/i] Brent Garland - The only reason these two get to cross paths with me is because the ACW doesn't realize who they're sending into battle!
I am a former World Champion! ...Not an ACW Champion, but who would want something as tacky as that around their waste? ...That's another story!
To make a point about tonight very clear. Chris Phenomenal, Lee Homicide, Brent Garland, the three combatants... Now, which one of these three doesn't belong? Yeah, I thought so.
Chris Phenomenal wants his own form of revenge, Lee Homicide wants to show off why he's here, Brent Garland, the one that doesn't belong in this lineup, has himself a higher ambition, an ambition that encompasses moreso, but at the same time includes! My own form of revenge will be taken care of when I counter and knock the shit out of Lee Homicide... My own form of showing my true skill when I place myself over a downed Chris Phenomenal! If you had to ask me one question about tonight Isaac, note that I have already answered all the possibilities with just that statement. Isaac Thompson - Well... There's still some more questions... Like... Um... How do you plan... Plan to win? Brent Garland - How do I plan to win?
How did you get this job?! Isaac Thompson - Huh? What... What do you mean? Brent Garland - *Mockingly* ~ What... What... What do you mean!? Isaac Thompson - That's... That's not very nice... Brent Garland - ...
Maybe you didn't realize it, but I'm not a very nice person Isaac. I'm here for me and me alone. You hear those fans chanting out there, they're all here to see the event... I'm here, I'm here because I have to be. Does that make sense to your little mind?
ACW's one of the few places left where I can compete... And everyone here is an easy target to pick off one by one! Isaac Thompson - How... Do you ~ Brent Garland How do I plan to win right?! Sticking to the cards are you?! Well, I'll be better than them of course! What do I plan to do after!? Continue doing what I do best!
It's a tandem of power that I'll exceed towards Isaac. This match, all before it, it's all a stepping stone I used and abused! It's all culminating soon into a higher order of awesome! Robert Garland... That's a name everyone around the world knows by heart... Brent Garland... That's the new generation of who I am and what I will complete!
It's like a broken circle, and my placement is the superglue... You know, I'm tried of fucking talking about all this! Get the hell out of my locker room and let me work! Isaac stutters for a rebuttal but is quickly shoved out of the room, the door shutting on his face as the segment fades... [/i] [/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:08:30 GMT -5
Title: Talking ‘Bout The Match Credit: Chris Phenomenal
The scene opens on the outskirts of ACW Island, more specifically the pier on the Westside. On one of the docks sit’s Chris Phenomenal, a star bucks latte beside him and his feet dangling over the edge as he looks out at the boats ferrying passengers across from who knows where on the official Bloody Valentine cruise ship. Chris leans back and lays down, looking up at the clouds in the sky on the chilly morn.
Chris Phenomenal: I…[/I]
With that from over head swoops a gull, and from him falls a large white glob, aimed directly at Chris Phenomenal. Scurrying out of the way Chris narrowly avoids the glob of bird shit and looks up, shaking his head.
Chris Phenomenal: What a grand way to start the morning ya heard, a jaunt through town and then a bird dive bombing you. If that ain’t a bitch I don’t know what is.[/I]
Chris looks back out over the water, the tide slowly coming in, the crests rising higher and higher, and the spray hitting the shoreline coming in more aggressively. A particularly large wave hit’s the bottom of the dock that Chris was sitting on and sprays up, soaking the Harlem Superman.
Chris Phenomenal: Check it, that’s a bitch.[/I]
Chris stands up and a smile comes over his face at the irony at what had just occurred. He grabs a hold of the star bucks beside him and takes a swallow before starting back towards the pier. As he goes he takes one more drink of his coffee, tilting his head back to get every last drop of the succulent liquid, before pitching the container into a rubbish bin alongside the wharf.
Chris Phenomenal: Looking at my match at Bloody Valentine there seems to be a number of reasons why I shouldn’t be expected to win. Lee Homicide has burst onto the scene, everyone figures that he is poised for greatness. All the hype that surrounded my debut was forgotten in an instance, people don’t remember what I once was, and who all I have beaten in my career and it is my job to remind them. I don’t blame them though, for forgetting about me as I have done little to refresh their minds, to remind them that memories are fickle things. We seek to only remember that which we want, our greatest moments in life, or things that have occurred most recently, add to the mass hysteria surrounding those who are presently being hyped. Lee Homicide defeated Garland, who defeated me. People are using this reasoning, along with his visibility as of late to label him as the favourite in this match. That for him anything less than winning is a failure. What people don’t remember is that when I faced Garland I had not stepped into the ring for six months, and Garland had been active after that. I go into this match knowing what Lee is capable of, that he is a dangerous foe, but I know that when push comes to shove the experiences I have, the life I have lead has prepared me for anything, and everything that may come my way.[/I]
As Chris is saying that in the background are four youths, one noticeably has a glock tucked in his waistband, and the other has a blunt in his hand and draws a deep breath. Chris looks on and actually smiles, unlike most who would disapprove of this behaviour, especially out in public.
Chris Phenomenal: That shit you see over there, it ain’t nothin’ compared to what I did, to what I loved back home at their age. I was eleven when I joined my first unit, twelve when I did my first solo and lord knows what all else I did that I can’t remember. Taking a hit is nothing for me, thirty percent of youths try it at least once in their life and I find no problem with it. A lot of people will say I’m not a fit role model for kids, that a lot of people look up to me and I should be a model citizen for the kids. I’m not focused on being a role model for the kids who live in upscale houses, who haven’t had to endure hardships, those people can hate me all they want too. They can come to the arena and jeer me, go onto their message boards and say they want to kill me, that doesn’t bother me because I know they don’t have the balls nor the know how. The people I do care about though are the ones that are like me, that are sitting at CP’s back in Harlem every night there is a show on the television and are watching what I can do. Show them that if they work hard they can become something better, have a better life than the one I had, than there parent’s have. If I can show them what they want they can be and embrace it, then I consider myself a good role model, no matter what the people who pay to come see ACW say. [/I]
Chris continues his jaunt down the lane and around the corner as a few store owners are starting to prepare their stores for the upcoming business day. Chris greets one of the store owners who looks at him and they share a few words in passing.
Chris Phenomenal: The thing I will preach above all others though is to never turn your back on your roots. I tried it once and it didn’t work. Exchange your real friends, the brothers who you grew up with for the fake friends who try to embrace you. Robert err sorry, Brent Garland, you once were a man I held in high regards, I looked to you as some form of mentor and yet know I don’t even know the man I see. You used to be love, everyone talked about what you were willing to do inside of the ring for your fans. You participated in some of the most heinous matches of all team, the blood you have shed for this industry is un rivalled and yet now you are throwing at all away because you feel slighted by the wrestling world. Look at what this crazy industry has given to you Garland, your house, the money, your mom doesn’t have to barbecue iguanas for supper anymore back in Harvey. Garland this industry has given you more than you can appreciate, so it didn’t turn it’s back on you, you turned your back on it. After this match I hope to show you the error of your ways Garland, that in fact this life is the one you want. I sat on the sidelines for six months waiting for the right opportunity, you had to sit for two weeks. Garland you are going to lose this week, and the next and the week after that which is unusual for you. As soon as you figure out that this world is still willing to embrace you, that Brent Garland isn’t the way to be, and that Robert Garland is then you will have success. I hope that this week you are lying face down in a pool of your own blood that you realize that, that the taste of your blood will once again remind you of who you are.[/I]
Chris turns another corner as he reaches a street lined by beautiful hotels that reach out from a cliff overlooking the ocean, one of which is his residence.
Chris Phenomnenal: I am almost back to one hundred percent and ready to show people what you can become with a little bit of hardwork and perseverance. I know there will be bumps along the way, that when I lose I can use it to re-enforce a positive message about working through your problems. I plan on winning this match, I plan on walking out with my arm raised, my head held high and victory and soon we will see the re emergance of a man who was labelled the most dominant new comer of 2008. ACW soon will become…
SIMPLY PHENOMENAL
With that Chris has reached the hotel that houses his penthouse and walks through the door. As it shuts behind him the scene ends.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:09:06 GMT -5
Segment: Revenge is a Dish Best Served with a Side Order of Vandalism Credit: Dave Shadow, Jonny Spade & ? ? ? ? ? As he stood in what was left of his front room, Dave surveyed the damage which had been done by the intruders. His stereo system lies on the floor in ruins, bits and pieces of it everywhere. The mirror which hung on his wall, which he had received as a gift from his mother before heading to ACW, lay shattered. He’d be walking on pieces of it for weeks to come; no amount of cleaning up seemed to get all the bits of glass. The coffee table had been thrown asunder. When the police had arrived, they found no one and without any actual evidence, it would be impossible to actually catch or convict anyone. Someone had broken in to his house and trashed it, and there was nothing Dave could do about it.
Even though he knew who was responsible.
Dave walked over to his sofa and sat down, slouching back in the chair. He looked at the Entertainment Championship Belt which sat beside him, shining in the midday sun which came through the windows. So shiny and so beautiful, but also, such a high price tag. Was this the cost of being a champion? Vandalism. Breaking and Entering. So be it, Dave thought to himself. He would soon put Jefferson in his place.
In his pocket, a phone beeped; a text message coming through. Though Dave remained still for a few moments, continuing to stare at the title belt. Should he look at the message? Would it be important? “Bah!” his mind told him, “Is it any better to sit round moping and sulking all day?” Dave reached in to his pocket and pressed a button on his phone. And suddenly found himself intrigued…
Fancy some revenge? Get to the ACW Gym NOW! Dave looked at the message over and over, rereading it and trying to figure out what it was about. Well, obviously revenge. For his house? Interesting. He hit the “reply” button…Who is this? What seemed like ages passed, as he waited for a reply. He just sat there and watched the dust gather on the battlescene in front of him. Gym. Now.
Definitely interesting.
Dave climbed up off the sofa and grabbed the Entertainment Championship belt, heading towards the door…********************** Across the road from the ACW gym, Dave Shadow stood, leaning back against a wall and watching it intently. He wore a bandana and sunglasses, though he wasn’t sure why; he was instantly recognizable anyway. Perhaps it was the white hair peeking out from under the bandana? Perhaps it was the “Dave Shadow” t-shirt which he wore under his leather jacket?
Perhaps it was the Entertainment Championship which hung over his shoulder?
As he stood watching, he noticed people walking in and out of the gym, parking in front of it and heading in for a workout. Some were ACW stars. Some were stars in the making. Some were people simply wanting to get a look at their heroes in action.Spade: He’s in there.Dave had been so lost in his own thoughts that he did not hear Spade approach him. Jonny Spade. One of the men whom he’d fight at the weekend for the title.Shadow: Jefferson.Spade: Bingo.Shadow: He destroyed my house?Spade: Uh, yeah. He did. The bastard!Spade looked round nervously, hoping his own innocence would remain intact. Dave turned his head to look at him. Dressed casually, but carrying a bag. Dave’s eyebrow raised…Shadow: You said something about revenge?Spade held out the bag.Spade: Jefferson’s car is parked round back. All’s fair in love and war.Dave couldn’t help himself; a huge smile broke out on his face. He took the bag and opened it up, looking inside. Spray paint cans a hammer. Tools of destruction. He closed it back up. Perfect.Shadow: Ok. Which is his?Spade: The Fastback. Em, maybe you should leave the title belt here with me. Wouldn’t want it getting damaged as well.Dave handed him the title belt, but slowly.Shadow: Don’t get used to how it feels in your hand!The two laughed, but nervously and cautiously. Spade couldn’t deny the title belt did feel good to hold. Dave carried the bag across the road, keeping down low and keeping an eye out for Jack. Spade followed him and as they ducked in to the car park, took some shelter, watching up and down the street, the title belt over his shoulder (It did seem to fit him so well….).
Dave hunched down beside the car and opened the bag. He took out the spray paint and started spraying; designs, symbols, the obligatory shape of a penis. He blacked out the mirrors and sprayed the car from the boot to the hood, smiling an evil smile. After he had finished, he reached back in to the bag and pulled out a giant spike; where did Spade get these things? He jammed it in to the tires, making sure no one could see him. Finally, he took out the hammer and started hitting the windows, shattering one or two and damaging the others.
He looked round again and made sure there was no evidence. He wanted Jack to know it was him, but not the police. He packed up the bag and retreated back over to the entrance beside Spade. He threw the bag to Spade, as Spade handed back the title belt.
Spade: All done?Shadow: Oh yeah!Spade: Right, let’s find a place to hide. Jack should be coming out at any second.Spade and Dave made their way to the back of the car park, and ducked down behind another car. Right on cue, they spotted Jack walking out of the gym, his bag over his shoulder and looking as if he had just had a great work out. He walked towards the car as Spade and Shadow tried to suppress the desire the laugh loudly. Any second now he’d see his car….
Jack walked over to his Mustang Fastback and jumped in. No sound of surprise or misery. Spade peeked his head up just in time to see Jefferson drive off in his still perfect car. No signs of damage at all. He looked down at Dave who sat on the ground, laughing loudly. Shadow: What was his reaction? Is he crying?Spade: No. He’s gone. Dave, I thought you destroyed his car?Shadow: I did. Paint. Spike. Hammer.Spade looked out over the car park, before his eyes opened wider than they ever had before. Spade: You are an idiot!Shadow: Huh?Spade grabbed Dave by the head and pulled him up to show him what he could see; a beautiful Porche 911, customized and all, covered in paint with the windows smashed in and the tires wrecked. Dave didn’t understand.Spade: I told you the Fastback!Shadow: OH! I thought you meant that the car looked like it was really fast and that was the fasted car I could see, based on looks.Spade banged his head against the car they were standing beside.Spade: Mustang Fastback you idiot! It’s a model! And that’s a Porche 911! Shadow: Not Jack’s car?Spade: No. That’s……I was wrong; Spade’s eyes could open wider. The realization over who owned the car now hit Spade like a tonne of bricks. And at this very moment, the doors of the gym opened up again.
Thunderkiss walked out, his gym bag over his shoulder, on the phone. He took a few steps, digging in to his pockets, looking for his car keys before looking up to see his car……Thunderkiss: My .... car. [This prized possession, his beautiful Porche 911 lay in total ruin. He surely has enough money to go out and buy another, why does this bother him so? This was more than just another car, it was the last reminder of his glory days before his world came crashing down upon him this past Summer. To those who know TK lore, they will tell you that during this time he lost his family, mansion and all of his bank accounts. He walked away from this ordeal with only one thing - this car. Now it joins the rest of the relics from that period of time and this revelation sticks into his heart like a knife and places more weight on the burden cast upon his heart..] Thunderkiss: G'Damn, when it rains it pours like a motherfucker, don't it? Somebody is going to pay for this. Someone is going to pay DEARLY for this.Spade drags Dave down to the ground as the two men start panicking. Thunderkiss starts going nuts as he surveys the damage done to his car. Spade and Shadow look back and forth at each other, as they start to crawl on their hands and knees, making a getaway before they are seen. All the while, Dave muttering to himself. “Oh, fuck! Oh, Fuck! Oh, Fuck!” Thunderkiss looks back and forth from his car to the parking lot, trying to find the culprits as we…
[FADE]
(Additional Credit goes to Thunderkiss; Thanks to Jefferson for permission to use character)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:09:33 GMT -5
Segment: Come, See, Conquer, Alternate Title: Moar of Lee Copying CM Punk, Part III (Credit: Lee)
The time had changed, and many years flew by. Without a moment’s notice, Lee had been signed to ACW. That less-than-functional chilldhood was gone. His new life was with Alpha Championship Wrestling. His new family was composed of the ACW superstars. A new man, same beliefs. And the same kid who was willing to fight back in the day, no matter how the odds were stacked against him, is now a man that is willing to die for his beliefs.
The hallowed confines of ACW Arena is where the camera is set. This place is very different from what it will be this Saturday. For now, the seats are empty, and the mood here is not one of unfettered fan frenzy, but rather one of carefully subdued expectation. All of ACW, from the lowliest intern to Gingerdude himself are keeping their own zeal in check for now, making sure to make every adequate preparation so that the show they’ve been dreaming about can actually become a reality.
Lee Homicide sits there as he stares at the blank area of concrete at the center of the arena, where the ring is to be set up. He doesn’t move an inch. He’s not even blinking. He slowly removes his hands from his the top of his head, and takes off his New York Yankees cap. He runs his fingers through the fine grain of his closely shorn hair and places the cap back on. He clears his throat as he points to the wide expanse of nothingness ahead of him.
Lee: Right there is where many of the ACW Island residents come to watch men of the highest athletic caliber test the physical and mental limits of a human being. These men wrestle to win. They play the game to win. Y’know, many, many years ago this arena could’ve been easily a coliseum, where many warriors fought to their own bloody deaths. Two men swung their swords until only one of them lived. That means that only one of those men would be able to come home and see his kids, eat some dinner, fuck his wife, and go to sleep, only to do it again the next day. Things haven’t changed all that much. Today, people still find immense joy in watching wrestlers like us beat the ever-living daylights outta each other, almost as much as we wrestlers enjoy performing the beatings. If you lose, if you let your shoulders rest on that floor for a brief three count, if you slap the mat because the agony is suddenly too much to bear, the victory will elude you. The victory is more valuable to me than life itself. I put my life on the line for the victory because when my time is done and I’m six feet under the ground, I have one thing to look back at. It’s whether I can swear to God Himself that I gave everything I had to offer to this battle.
Lee closes his mouth and gets up. He stays in the same spot but turns his head left and right and peers throughout the entire stadium. Lee raises his eyebrow as he begins to speak again.
Lee: Right now, I’m doing something that people never thought I was going to do. That’s been my whole life. People take me as a joke. People look at me as some skinny kid that has a big mouth and not a big enough body to back it up. People have said it to my face and behind my back. Even my own friends and family have said it. My father is the man who made me into what I am today. He took a child who grew up around the influences of drugs and alcohol, then he molded that child into a man who absconds those things so that he could get that much closer to perfection. It could have been easy for me to go against my convictions. My friends invited me to go smoke a joint or two while I was little. I refused, and I insulted them right to their faces. I took a lot of heat for it. I got beat up. I have scars on my body that show that people hate what I believe in. And that’s fine with me. I would get hauled into the school hallways and get my ass handed to me. The older kids would come after school and make fun of my style, my clothes, my type of music, you name it. The only thing that they couldn’t do was keep me down. Just like Muhammad Ali! Before the ten count, I get myself back on my feet. And I refuse to stay down.
Lee exhales as he crosses his arms. The bright glare of the spotlights caused his eyes to shut a little. Lee turns to his right and looks at the camera.
Lee: The past made me into the strong, hard-headed person that you see today. Every time I take a loss in that ring, I think about how life would be if I wasn’t wrestling. I would probably be at home, smoking a joint with my friends, working the same nine to five, eating cheeseburgers for the rest of my life. Then I think all the way back to my father, who wasted all his money on cigarettes and booze. You put yourself in my shoes! As a little kid, I’d wake up every single Christmas and birthday to receive a big pile of NOTHING! My mother would walk me into the kitchen and tell me “Next year.” Next year, while my father would walk home with a brand new six pack of beer. The past will never be forgotten!
Slowly he turns his head away as he glares at the other section of the area. A slow sniff comes from Lee as he begins to shed a few tears.
Lee: Saturday, Bloody Valentine, I will have all of that in the back of my mind as I begin to crawl, scratch, and claw my way to become the winner. Chris Phenomenal and Brent Garland, both of them have their reasons for wanting to win this, but I know their motivations are not as strong as mine. As I’ve said before, I thrive off my beliefs. And that’s what is going to win me this match. I’ve been through way too much to sit here and lie to your face. I’ve been through way too much to tell you that I will stand victorious at the end of the night and not come through on my word! I am one person that doesn’t take this life for granted. I know that I only have one shot before I’m in a pine box. This is my shot! I’m not going to wait for another. I’m willing to kill and be killed to win. I promise you this: you can shoot me before the match! You can crush my knees, break my hands and my legs. I will roll down to that ring and proceed to take down both those punks, one by one, until I am the last man standing! I’m far too strong physically and mentally for anyone to contain. Both of them will have to walk down the ramp and look me eye to eye, face to face. And they will tremble with fear. Only the strong will have a chance in this match, and you’re looking at the strongest. It’s not going to be one for the lighthearted. My fists, my words, and my fervor are just enough to make someone feel like they’ve lost the match before they even step in the ring with me.
Turning back to the camera. He clutches his hands into a fist, and raises them to his chin.
Lee: I’ve been given the perfect stage to win the biggest match of my career so far. Many people look at all of the superstars that roam the backstage area, and they think they know them, but my life is much more than just wrestling. My life is a war, not a war about oil or religion or democracy, or any other stupid reason like that. It’s a war that I’ve been fighting since I was a teenager. I had my battle layouts and my war plans in my head since I was a little kid. A war that I am going to die fighting for. It’s a war against lowly predisposed expectations and the fate that seeks to tie me to a humble destiny. You can call me Lee Homicide, the kid from Brooklyn, the ACW superstar, the devil himself! And I’m going to rise up from underneath the ground and pick off all who resist this Dragon’s rising. My story isn’t the bright, Lifetime movie, perfect past that people always want. THAT LIFE IS A MYTH! I had a life that would have ruined anyone else, but I’m not like anyone else. I’m stronger than everyone else. I don’t fit in with everyone. You can call me a loner. You can call me all the names that you want to call me. Call me a bad boy, call me an anti-hero. Call me a hero if you want. At the end of the night, you will be calling me the man who walked into the ring and laid out those who stepped in opposition against him. I won’t be anyone else.
Lee begins to slowly walk down the steps of the stadium, as he finally approaches ground level. Lee places his arms onto the guardrail that’s supposed to separate the fans from the ring.
Lee: When I was a little kid, I got into plenty of fights. There was one time, my backyard. The privacy of my own home. I was eating dinner with my mother and father. Then a bunch of kids arrive. They knock on the door. They bring me to the backyard, and I began to fight back. I began to fight back for my dear life. I promised to myself that I was not going to lose. I had been through too much at that point in my life to lose that fight, to get knocked down time and time again.
As he retells what that moment, Lee’s voices begins to crack a little. He begins to shed a few more tears. It was a tough memory in his lifetime, back then and even now.
Lee: I was wrong. I walked into my house. My mom cleaned me up, and it was the worst feeling that I ever had in my life as my mom saw those cuts on my face, blood running down from my lip. The taste of my own blood is a taste that I hate till this very day. The thing that has fueled me my entire career is that night. I can stand here now and tell you that I’m better than everyone else. At that time, many years ago. I couldn’t say that. It’s been the thing that has been pushing me through life. Family and wrestling are the two most important things. My father is the one that gives me enough hate to step in that ring and want to kill someone. It’s what transforms me into the beast that I am. My sister and my mother are what keep me going to this day!
The tears begin to slowly roll down his face as he sticks up his pinky to the camera.
Lee: To be the greatest. That is the promise that I made to my sister. I promised her that I would never lose another fight. This Saturday, it’s going to be a fight, and you’re going to have to kill me for me not to win that fight. I have way too much riding on this!
He sniffs a bit as he angles his body to the camera, standing straight in front of it.
Lee: ACW Arena! The stage is set, and the story will be written. Bloody Valentine 2008. I will walk out the winner and make good on a promise that I made years ago. I’m a man of my word. I will NOT fall, Courtney! I’m destined for GREATNESS!
The roar of Lee’s voice is heard throughout the stadium in a loud echo.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:10:08 GMT -5
Match 2: Chris Phenomenal vs. Brent Garland vs. Lee Homicide (Credit: Harlem Superman/Brent Garland) Lights cut to black as a thick fog begins billowing up around the entrance. Some faraway old-school Chinese instrumentals ring sharply through the air until it’s suddenly cut by a thunderous yell of...N.Y. ‘TIL I DIE! [/size][/font][/center] With that, the funky, upbeat intro to “Come Original” by 311 hits as a cascade of pyro shoots up from the stage. A lone spotlight shines on the entryway, but there’s no one to be found there. Eventually, the spotlight begins scanning the audience, searching for the man of the hour. After a brief survey of the scene, it finally settles on Lee Homicide. Phillip Jones: Ladies and Gentleman, introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York. LEE HOMICIDEMaxwell McNally: Here he comes, undefeated in ACW competition so far, and Eddie, he’s made a lot of noise in his short time.[/I] ”Fast” Eddie Edison: Definitely Max, whether it is backstage or talking to the fans earlier tonight, Lee Homicide has definitely made an impact.[/I] He kneels on one knee with his head hung low in reverence. After a brief silent moment to himself, Lee flicks his hood back to his face, then bursts up onto his feet and starts his march toward the ring. As he wades through the scrum of fans, they offer him plenty of slaps on the back. When Lee reaches the barricade, he hops over and then slides into the ring. He settles into his corner, making sure to give his dogtags a kiss for good luck as he awaits his opponents.Bounce, Bounce, With Me![/i][/b] Sure enough, as soon as Lee hit’s the canvas, the opening lyrics of Sick Inside blast over the PA system as the instrumental begins to play. Phillip Jones: Introducing, the original Badger, BRENT GARLANDThe crowd is placed in a aggressive state as they boo the oncoming member of the ACW roster. After a short while, Brent Garland heads out of the back and stands on the center of the entranceway with a sign in hand. He looks out at the fans before smiling and holding the sign above his head saying ACW; He promptly rips it in half to the disgust of the fans and begins his descent down the ramp. ACW Crowd: ACW, ACW, ACW.”Fast” Eddie Edison: Another man who has been impressive in the ring so far, but we can say that about each competitor in this match.Maxwell McNally: Brent Garland hasn’t exactly endeared himself to the ACW faithful though.[/I] The fans continue to boo and make obscene hand gestures as Garland heads for the ring. He pulls himself up onto the apron, carrying a coy smile as he slightly looks out at the fans once more before stepping in between the top and middle ropes. Once inside the ring, Garland pulls himself up onto the nearest turnbuckle, grabs his badger necklace in one hand and points to it aggressively with the other before raising both hands high into the air, a look of confidence now shining on his face. Garland descends back down to the ring's floor and stares up the entranceway, his entrance theme fading as he awaits his final coming opponent, all the while keeping one eye on Lee Homicide with a now slightly serious look[/center] Both men look up at the ring ramp while keeping one eye glued on the other as Superstars begins to play. Phillip Jones: Finally, from Harlem, New York. CHRIS PHENOMENAL[/I] Chris Phenomenal emerges from the back, His hood pulled over his head, and a red bandana covering his face as he bobs to the beat of his music atop the entrance ramp. He begins his ascent to the arena slowly bobbing to the beat of the music. Reaching the foot of the ring Chris pauses and raises his head looking at the ring before exploding up onto the canvas. He ducks into the ring and walks towards his corner, firing a few punches in the air. He removes his sweatshirt, tucks the bandana into the back pocket of his shorts and removes his long chain and waits in his corner for the bell. DING DING[/u][/size] With the toll of the bell all three men emerge from their corner and begin to circle each other in the ring, waiting for someone to present an opening as Badger catches the eye of Chris Phenomenal and they both shoot in on Lee. Despite his best efforts he is unable to fend off the attack of Garland and Chris as they exchange right’s to the skull of Lee Homicide. Lee doesn’t take his punishment lying down as he fires a few wild rights of his own, one halting Chris Phenomenal for a brief second. Chris Phenomenal starts to get back into the fracas but refrains as Brent and Lee continue to exchange hay makers. Garland looking to avenge his defeat and Lee, showing the heart that would be expected of a New Yorker, not giving in at all. Chris backs towards the corner and watches as Lee crumples Badger with a knee to the gut. He runs towards the far ropes and as he comes off Badger has straightened himself but not for long as Lee catches him with a discuss elbow that drops Badger. Lee finishes his spin and is caught by Chris Phenomenal, and an elbow shot of his own. With both men down Chris promptly goes for the quick fall. …Lee Homicide kicks out before the referring can even get to one. Maxwell McNally: Much to early in the match for a move like that to have any chance of ending it.[/I] ”Fast” Eddie Edison: It still isn’t a bad strategy for Chris Phenomenal though Max, it takes a lot out of you to move over two hundred and fifty pounds off of you, and over the course of the match that could be the difference.[/I] Chris grabs a hold of Lee Homicide and is quickly to his feet, as Badger staggers to his. Chris goes for some innovative offence using Lee as a weapon flinging him into Badger just as he reaches a solid base and the two clash heads. They are stunned momentarily and Chris takes advantage taking them both down with a double clothesline. Lee Homicide, closer to the ropes wisely rolls out of the ring, but Badger is not so lucky. Chris grabs a hold of him and pulls him to his feet and Irish whips him into the corner. Badger grimaces as his back hit’s the turnbuckle hard and Chris Phenomenal instaneously is on him with a vicious shoulder block, knocking the wind completely out of Brent with one blow. Chris doesn’t rest as he delivers another shot to the sternum before he looks to whip Badger across the ring but stops and instead whips him back into the same corner and connects with a vicious clothesline that sends Badger to the ground. Chris wastes no time in going on the attack as Lee Homicide looks on from the outside, recovered from the shots, but biding his time. Chris grabs a hold of the leg’s of Garland and pushes him back towards the ring post a bit so his jaw is in line with the turnbuckle pad. Maxwell McNally: We saw this last week from Chris Phenomenal.”Fast” Eddie Edison: My jaw still hurts from the shot Will Slaughter took last week.[/I] Chris Phenomenal falls to his back forcing Garland up as he slams he jaw right into the bottom turnbuckle pad with considerable force. Almost immediately he clutches it and writhes in pain as Chris Phenomenal gets to his feet, a sadistic look on his face, happy at the pain he has caused Garland. Chris cockily covers Garland, not even bothering to hook the leg. …1 Lee Homicide doesn’t even let the count get to two as he pulls Chris Phenomenal out of the ring, and catches him with a right of his own, and another right. He goes to the well once more but Chris catches it and starts to power back with a couple of his own blasts of his own, backing Lee up. Chris connects with a fourth shot and Lee looks to be in a bad way as Chris backs up a step and charges forward looking for the kill shot… and connects…with the steel ring steps face first as Lee avoids disaster with a well executed drop toe hold. Lee hops into the ring as Chris is down on the outside. Maxwell McNally: Let’s take another look at that sequence.[/I] *Replay* ”Fast” Eddie Edison: The sick thud of flesh on steel is something that the bloodthirsty fans love to hear.Maxwell McNally: and it looks like we are about to drive our Vampire friends in the building batty.”Fast” Eddie Edison: Was that an attempt at humour Max?[/I] Back in the action Chris Phenomenal is down on the outside facing away from the ring, looking at his blood soaked hand, his forehead split wide open along the hair line. Meanwhile in the ring Brent Garland has worked his way to his feet as Lee Homicide is looking on, ready to put an end to the match right then and there, lining him up for the brutal roundhouse kick he has dubbed the D.U.D. Lee looks to strike but Badger avoids it and takes control of the match with a vicious clothesline. Garland stomped Lee roughly a few times as he tried to avoid the stomps before eventually making his way to the ropes to stop Badger’s onslaught. Lee rolls to the apron and Badger tries to bring him back in but Lee hits him with a shoulder block and comes back in leaping off the back of Badger and on his feet. He goes for a German suplex but Garland lands over the back on his feet and takes him down with a German of his own and keeps the bridge locked in for the fall. …1 …NO! Lee kicks out at one as Badger get’s up not noticeably frustrated, but looking like he is ready to go for a quick fall. As Lee gets to his feet Badger hits him with a snap suplex, as Lee clutches his back and Badger looks on sadistically. Maxwell McNally: Garland looks like he has bad intentions in mind.[/I] ”Fast Eddie Edison: Looking to avenge his loss from last Monday I don’t doubt it.[/I] Badger looks to have the match in his hands as Lee gets to his feet and is caught by a kick from Badger and then locks him into position as he goes for the Cradle DDT. Before he is able to get him packaged in though Lee is able to catch a hold of the wrist and reverses the hold into a hammerlock before stepping around the side and taking Badger down with a beautiful lariat and immediately goes to try and lock in Pans Labyrinth but before he is able to Chris Phenomenal is able to come in and deliver a running senton to both men separating them and preventing Lee from locking in his deadly submission hold. Chris gets to his feet and lifts Lee up with him and presses him into the near ropes and whips him off the ropes and looks to hit a back body drop but Lee floats over the top and lands on his feet. As Chris turns around he is caught with a toe kick to the gut and Lee puts him in position for the sick roll but Chris powers threw it, grabbing a hold of Lee Homicide and lifting him up into the air before powering him down with a sick spike backdrop driver and rolls over covering him …1 …2 NO! Lee Homicide kicks out Maxwell McNally: That has to hurt, coming down from eight feet in the air right onto the back of your neck like that.[/I] ”Fast” Eddie Edison: Chris has proven in his short time here in ACW that he knows exactly how to inflict pain on his opponents, in every fashion using whatever it takes.[/I] Chris take a hold of Lee Homicide and scoops him up and uses him as a battering ram, knocking Brent Garland over the top rope as he was trying to get to his feet. Chris then lifts Lee up into the air and looks like he is going to military press him to the outside but Lee rolls off the top and sunset flip’s Chris Phenomenal as the official is forced to quickly slide into position. …1 …2 .NO! Chris Phenomena rolls a shoulder up as Lee Homicide almost stole the victory. He is quickly to his feet and as Chris Phenomenal is up he tries to snapmere him but Chris blocks it by tucking his leg behind the leg of Lee Homicide and reaches out grabbing the arm before flipping him over with the Ippon Seionage and locks in a chinlock, slowing the pace down and trying to recuperate as the blood continues to pour from his forehead.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:10:19 GMT -5
Maxwell McNally: Eddie you’ve been busted up in the ring before. As the match goes on how does it affect your performance. ”Fast” Eddie Edison: It depends on the amount of blood your losing, but you get tired a lot faster which is why Chris is slowing the pace with this chinlock, but it can also affect you if it gets in your eyes, or mixes with your sweat ruining your grip.[/I]
Chris grip seems to be not at a hundred percent as slowly Lee is able to fight his way to a solid base, and looks to have broken the hold but Chris spins around taking the back of Lee and putting him into a straight jacket hold and lifting him up with an Aztec suplex and maintains a hold forcing his shoulders to the mat. …1 …2 Lee is easily able to kick as Chris Phenomenal let’s go and starts stalking Lee Homicide, with Badger down on the outside looking to take this one home. As Lee gets to his feet Badger creeps into the ring and once Chris slams Lee into position for the Superman DDT Badger attacks from behind, connecting with his Brain Damage round on his kick, freeing Lee Homicide who wisely rolls away from the action to recuperate as Badger hit’s the ropes and connects with his roar of the Badger, a forward thrusting big boot and covers Chris Phenomenal …1 …2 NO! Chris Phenomenal is able to kick out. As Lee tries to get back into the ring Badger delivers an elbow that drops Lee down and he smacks his head onto the canvas. Badger goes back as Chris is getting up and delivers a knee strike, and another, and another. One after the other Badger connects with clenched muay thai knees that eventually cause Chris to fall back over as Badger starts stomping him until he can make his way to the ropes. Garland lets out an almighty roar as Chris gets to his feet and looks for an opening but doesn’t see one and decides to engage Garland.
Maxwell McNally: Chris Phenomenal is taking a beating.[/I] ”Fast” Eddie Edison: Gotta give him credit that he is taking it in stride though.[/I]
The two go toe to toe but not for long as Badger ducks Chris Phenomenal and puts him into a hammerlock before delivering a beautiful german suplex, as Chris landed awkwardly on his neck. Badger is immediately to his feet and hit’s the ropes and comes off with a seated senton furthering the damage to Chris Phenomenal. Badger is quick to his feet again as Chris looks to be in a bad way. Badger starts to go for the pin but seeing Chris decides to further the beating by heading out of his usual realm to the top rope as Lee Homicide is stirring on the far outside of the ring. Badger looks out at ACW crowd and gives a little smirk to them before leaping off and delivering a thunderous body splash on Chris Phenomenal, who tried to roll away but was a second to slow as Lee Homicide is up outside of the ring. Badger covers Chris Phenomenal as Lee Homicide tries to get into the ring to break up the fall. …1 Will Lee get their in time? …2 Will HE? … YES, Lee Homicide lunges and breaks up the fall at the last possible second prolonging the match as Chris Phenomenal rolls to the corner clutching his possibly broken ribs.
Maxwell McNally: I thought Badger had this one won. ”Fast” Eddie Edison: I thought he did too but Lee made sure he saved it[/I]
Lee gets to his feet with Badger in his grasp and fires a big right handed that catches Brent flush on the chin backing him up a step. Lee then lifts him up and plants him with an inverted atomic drop and then a calf kick that knocks Badger to his back and then he hit’s the ropes as delivers a running senton splash of his own to Badger and covers him with the hook of the leg …1 NO! Badger rolls the shoulder up as Lee quickly gets to his feet and hits him with a scoop power slam and looks to go for the STF but Garland scrambles to the ropes before he can fully lock it on. Lee is not discouraged though as he waits for Badger to get to his feet. Once he does Lee lifts him onto his back in a piggy back position as Chris Phenomenal is stirring in his corner. Lee puts Brent into a three quarters face lock and drops down driving Badgers jaw into his shoulder , taking his head off with the cauterization as Chris Phenomenal is too his feet. Badger whiplashes off the shoulder and falls back right at the feet of Chris Phenomenal who seizes the opportunity and drops his bloodied mess over the body of Garland trying to steal the win. ..1 ..2 NO! Lee Homicide realized nary a moment too soon that Chris almost stole the victory and delivered a vicious kick to the body of Chris Phenomenal breaking up the count.
Maxwell McNally: Was that a good move by Chris Phenomenal trying to steal the pin fall instead of going after Lee Homicide who appears to have recovered. ”Fast” Eddie Edison: I think it was as you look at Chris Phenomenal and he appears to be labouring a bit. The blood letting has effected his stamina and I don’t think he is quite yet up too one hundred percent in his cardio vascular fitness.[/I]
Brent Garland stays where he is and Lee picks him up and delivers a scoop power slam right onto the body of Chris Phenomenal, before going to work on the Harlem Superman as Garland is still in the ring seeing stars. Lee pulls Chris up to his feet by his hair and delivers a stiff right hand that sends Chris Phenomenal’s head back, another right backs Chris up against the ropes before he is whipped across the ring and on the rebound is caught by a knee lift which turns him inside out. Chris gets to his feet and is caught by a discuss elbow immediately from Lee Homicide who covers him …1 …2
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:10:37 GMT -5
. NO! Chris kicks out prolonging the match, and quite possible his suffering. Lee gets up and stomps his head, and then his right shoulder, then his left shoulder, over and over relentlessly before Chris is able to worm his way to the ropes as the referee quickly jumps in, forcing Lee off of Chris, who takes his time in getting to a solid base. Once he does the two circle each other and engage in a standard collar and elbow tie up, but only for a second as Lee takes the back of Chris Phenomenal who had forced him back, ducking thru and connecting with a drop kick to Badger Garland that sends him stumbling back over the top rope to the floor below. Chris tries to take advantage but Lee has other ideas as Chris looks to pick him up Lee blocks it and takes him down with a snapmere before slapping him across the back and using the momentum to connect with a roundhouse kick that flattens Chris Phenomenal face first on the mat. Lee Homicide waits for Chris Phenomenal looking to end this match. Garland tries to get back into the ring but is caught with a Dumb You Down that sends him back off the ring apron and crashing into the guard railing. Lee looks back as Chris Phenomenal has gotten to his feet. Lee walks in and tries to lift him up and connect with the Starlight Extinction. but due to the combination of fatigue, the weight of Chris Phenomenal and his efforts to avoid the move he is unable too.
”Fast” Eddie Edison: I don’t know how Lee plans to win this match, he can’t get Chris up for that devastating kick.[/I] Maxwell McNally: He does have that submission hold but Chris isn’t one to give into pain.[/I] ”Fast” Eddie Edison: It will be interesting to see what happens here.[/I]
Unable to get Chris up into the air Lee changes strategies and instead of lifting Chris puts him in a side headlock and starts running before connecting with the sick roll on Chris, and instead of covering him rolls through the hold and with one quick twist he emerges right into Pan’s Labyrinth just as Maxwell had pointed out a few moments prior. Lee leans back and the hold is synched in tight with Chris having nowhere to go, locked in the center of the ring with Badger still appearing to be out on the outside. Not able to get Chris to tap at first Lee leans back and props himself into the air, furthering the pressure on Chris who’s face is already turning blue. The referee is in position asking Chris if he is going to tap but Chris refuses, not willing to surrender as Badger is stirring on the outside. Lee leans back as far as possible as Chris starts to go blank, his eyes becoming glossy as the referee checks his position. A few seconds later and Chris appears to be out cold and the referee checks his arm and raises it into the air and it falls to his side the first time and Badger is now up to his feet having used the barricade. As the referee raises his arm a second time Badger looks on and realizes the dire situation in the ring as it falls to the ground for a third time. With a sudden burst of energy Brent slides into the ring as the referee raises the arm of Chris for the third time, and just before it falls Badger dives in and brakes up the hold saving the match but Chris Phenomenal appears to be out cold.
Maxwell McNally: I don’t believe that Chris Phenomenal was able to survive that hold. ”Fast” Eddie Edison: Garland saved the match however as Chris Phenomenal is out cold in the middle of this ring. I think we are down to two.[/I]
With the match hanging in the balance Lee and Garland worked there way to their feet and circled each other before Badger extended his right arm high in the air and Lee took it looking to engage in a test of strength but Badger stepped around the top and turned it into an over hand wrist lock and then wrenched it back into a hammerlock. Badger worked the wrist and shoulder, even stepping through once more turning it into a cross choke before Lee rolled out of the hold and flipped Badger over the top. As Badger got up Lee came out and lifted him up to his shoulders, and stumbled backwards a step causing him to trip over Chris Phenomenal who was still out cold and slamming Badger with an unintentional samoan drop. Lee stood in placed, a little stunned at what had happened but the referee slid in position for the fall. …1 …2 NO! Badger kicked out at two and a bit, narrowly saving his own hide. Lee got to his feet as Badger was still down and rolled Chris Phenomenal out of the center of the ring towards one of the corners. Badger got to his feet as Lee turned around and charged him, looking to take his head off with a clothesline but Badger countered it with a beautiful T-Bone suplex and covered Lee Homicide …1 …2 NO! Lee Homicide managed to kick out, as Badger began to get flustered at the result, not sure what more he could do to put Lee away. Badger looked at Chris Phenomenal still down on the canvas and at Lee Homicide and decided enough was enough as Lee stumbled to his feet Badger grabbed a hold of him and put him in position for the cradle DDT but Lee spins out and tries to connect with an Ace Crusher but Garland blocks it an turns it into an inverted DDT but Lee counters trying to turn it into a Dumb You Down but Badger blocks it with his hand, but Lee counters it with a monkey flip in the center of the ring but Badger lands on his feet and comes back with a huge clothesline Lee ducks and Badger goes flying into the corner. Lee goes in and starts wailing away on Badger before Badger switches it and mounts the top ropes and fires a few right hands to the skull of Lee. Lee starts climbing until both of them are on the top rope, and fires a right backing Badger up but he hangs on. Badger comes back with a right of his own, knocking Lee back and latches onto Lee despite taking a right to the gut leans back and takes him down with a vicious superplex that rattles the ring.
Maxwell McNally: Counter after counter, blow for blow, neither of these men are giving an inch.[/I] ”Fast” Eddie Edison: and Chris Phenomenal is still out in the corner.[/I]
All the men are down as the referee looks on and starts a count, slowly Badger Garland crawls towards Lee Homicide and drapes an arm over him as the referee is forced to make the count …1 …2 …NO! Somehow, miraculously Lee Homicide was able to roll his shoulder off of the canvas as Badger looked on, tired and in disgust. Slowly he got to his feet as Chris Phenomenal stirred in the corner. Garland looked at Lee Homicide stumbling to his feet and locked him into a rear naked choke. Lee rapidly started to fade and once he hit one knee, the referee raised one arm and it fell, and Badger released the hold as Chris Phenomenal from behind delivered a running elbow smash right to the back of his head, crumpling him and forcing Lee to be let out of the hold. Chris focused his attention on Badger and lifted him up and whipped him into the corner and delivered a couple massive shoulder blocks before whipping him back across the ring, right into Lee Homicide who delivered a thunderous T-Bone suplex of his own. Lee got to his feet as Chris Phenomenal looked at him, and it was now down to two. Chris and Lee engage in a collar and elbow tie up and Chris puts him into a side headlock. Lee fires an elbow to the sternum freeing himself but Chris whipped him against the far ropes and as he came off took him down with a battery spine buster and covered him …1 …2 NO! Badger stomps Chris to break it up and pulls him to his feet and delivers a stiff right hand, and Chris comes back with one of his own before being whipped off the ropes. Chris comes back with a clothesline that Badger ducks but Lee isn’t so lucky taking it flesh in the face. Chris turns around and catches a toe kick attempt from Badger and punts him in the gut to boot. Chris quickly puts Garland into a hammerlock and then lifts him up and connects with a superman DDT. Quickly he throws Lee out of the ring as he was trying to get to his feet and covers Garland. …1
Maxwell McNally: This might just do it.[/I]
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”Fast” Eddie Edison: I think it is.[/I]
…3 hand falls for the third time. Chris quickly rolls out of the ring as Lee gets to his feet. Lee Homicide is just below the bottom ring rope as the
Phillip Jones: Here is your winner…CHRIS PHENOMENAL![/u][/b][/color]
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