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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:12:17 GMT -5
Segment: Speak From The Heart
(Credit: Scott Andrews)
The punching bag is hard and rough; perfect for conditioning me for my match. As I strike it I feel the impact ripple through my body. I keep hitting it, kicking it, clinching it until I run out of steam. If I can keep my stamina up I can run circles around that cowboy. I mean, he’s tough, but he’s not that smart; obviously.
I grab a drink of water; my body pleads for rehydration. A seat nearby grabs my attention and I make my self comfortable as I take my hand wraps off. As I peel the tape from my left hand, a familiar, pretty face walks in the door; Charlotte King.[/color]
Scott: What brings you to the Dwight Gym, Charlotte?
Charlotte: Hello to you too, Scott.
Scott: I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m trying to prepare myself for possibly the most brutal match I’ve ever been in.
Charlotte: That’s ok, I won’t be long, I just want to ask - - -
Scott: - - - some questions, yeah I know. I guess I can spare some time, but after I get these wraps off, I’m outta here.
Charlotte: That’s great! Ok, first question for you, Mr. Andrews, is about your run in with the Goblin last week. Are you still convinced he’s the killer? Or are you exploring other avenues?
Scott: I’m not certain of much anymore, but what I do know is that I won’t stop until I find the man responsible. I don’t care if I have to go through FBI or CIA training just to get to the intelligence. People who murder in cold blood are pussies; especially if their victim is un-armed or un-trained in combat. My father was a good man. He raised me to be an outstanding citizen, and I thank him dearly for that. But when something like this happens; sometimes you just have to drop your morals, drop your instincts, and just go all out to redeem the situation. Yet, something like this is irreversible. I won’t stop until everyone involved is dead or in intensive care, because that is the only way justice can be served; cold and wicked, like the heart of a murderer.
Charlotte: Wow…onto my next question, and this is more about tonight; why is it, do you think, that Wayde chose to face you in such a brutal match, one on one?
Scott: It comes down to scare tactics, I think. Well, for one, he’s trying to prove himself not only to Evans, but to the rest of the roster. You don’t go charging willy nilly into battle with Scott Andrews and expect an easy ride. Secondly, the scare tactics; if someone who had already bled you and threatened to hang you with a noose chose to fight you a week or two later in such a brutal, blood sucking match, what would you think? This guy has no fear, he has no soul. He is not afraid to go to hell and back to prove a point. And by God I couldn’t agree more. If he wants a blood bath, I’ll give him one! This is not a game! You play with fire, and you will get burned, Wayde!
I finish stripping the tape from my skin and grab my duffle bag. It’s time for my mental preparation…and some food. I’ve got a Thunder Train size hunger pain and there’s a kebab stall in the lobby. Re-energize, re-vitalise, then…re-venge…[/color]
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:12:41 GMT -5
Title: Macho (Super)Mayun Credit: Macho Man RDK and Chris Phenomenal.
The scene opens up backstage to one Chris Phenomenal, fresh off his victory over the valiant Lee Homicide and the radical Brent Garland. Over his left shoulder is a sweat towel, wicking the perspiration from his neck and chest, still in his wrestling gear. In his right hand is a carton of ice cold Chocolate Milk. His forehead is body is noticeably swollen after the beating he took in the ring, and the gash he suffered is freshly mended, require six stitches to close the wound. Chris walks past one of the backstage workers a stunning young lass, blonde and curvy and does a double take as he walks past. When he turns around he almost bumps into a figure as imposing as him. Chris looks straight ahead into the hidden eyes of the Macho Man himself, RDK. Immediately the prior jubilation dissipates and is replaced instead by the fury of annoyance.
Chris Phenomenal: And what the fuck do you want?[/I]
Chris stares at the shaded Macho Man, dressed in a pair of track pants and pull over, looking like he had just finished his warm up in preparation of his match against Thunder Train. Annoyed at the insolence of Macho Man refusing to answer his question Chris begins to anger much like their encounter on Monday. RDK smirks at Chris Phenomenal, further infuriating him and causing the rage inside to boil over. Chris starts bouncing his feet but Mach remains stoic, hardened to the spot showing a little emotion, the epitome of cool, calm with the International title draped over his left shoulder.
Chris Phenomenal: Fucking answer me damn it.[/I]
Chris looks at Macho Man who continues to just stare, almost as if he is amused by the impertinence of the brash Chris Phenomenal. Chris Phenomenal finally loses it and grabs a hold of a duffel bag that was sitting on a crate and flings it back towards the make up girls sitting together gossiping. They disperse as the bag almost knocks the blonde one in the head. Chris takes the crates that the bag was on and starts tipping them over as he starts ranting at the Macho Man. Chris Phenomenal: Fucking hell, answer my fucking questions or that title belt is getting forfeited to Train later tonight because God strike me dead, I will fucking kill you right here, right now.[/I]
The Macho man doesn’t flinch at the threats once again looking at Chris Phenomenal through his shades. If his eyes were visible you would see them looking deep into his eyes, almost as if they were a window to his soul. Chris Phenomenal shakes his head as he takes a deep breath and turns around away from the Macho Man, almost as if he was walking away as he balls his fist. Chris turns and starts to throw the right hand but RDK raises his hand in the air with an open palm, halting Chris in mid punch. Macho Man smiles as does Chris, although a fleeting one at that.
Macho Man RDK: Easy there Bruddah, no need for hostilities. The Mach just wanted to say he was impressed with the work out there. Soon Brud you might become a star, especially if you keep this up.
Chris Phenomenal: Really. Earlier this week you’re up in my grill, saying I’m shit and now…
Macho Man RDK: Easy there bruddah. You are mis-remembering what went down earlier in the week. I never said anything like that brud. The mach has seen what you’ve done and he’s been impressed by it. The Macho Man think’s you even look like a younger version of himself when he first stared in the Ay See Dubya.
Chris Phenomenal: Wow Mach, that means a lot coming from a BIGGGG star like you. You go out there and hundreds of people scream OoOoOoOoO YEAH. Tell me why do you think I’d give a fuck what you think of me. Why would I care that you were impressed with me out there. The only reason I would is if you were putting that shiny belt on the line against me later on but we all know that’s not how it works. You’re going to go out there and face the tub o’ lard Thunder Train, go OoOoOo yeah, hit a jabroni buster, a macho slam, maybe even a macho moonsault, and at the end of the day you may walk out with your title in hand. Then you’re going to go on, saying you’re a fighting champion when you’re nothing but a chump. You don’t put the belt on the line against people like me, people who you know can whoop your candy ass from here to Kansas.
Macho Man RDK: Bruddah, remember what happened last time you challenged the Mach, called him out and talked smack to the Mach. You ended up on the short side of the stick, once again might I add. So if you want to make the same mistake, The Mach invites you to do so, but just remember what happened the last time, because until you learn the result isn’t going to change.
Chris Phenomenal: Learn what, to love thy neighbour as thy self. I didn’t know you were some hippy preacher shit, and if there is some listen I need to learn, who the fuck am I supposed to learn it from. Everything I ever learned I learned from myself, from the streets. I never had a teacher, never gave a fuck about school. You taught four years Macho Man, think back to the worst student you ever had. The one who didn’t do their homework, was out humpin’ the honey’s every night. He would cuss you out, smoked a blunt at lunch and everyone was either afraid of him or wanted to be him. Now take that Kid Macho Man and times him by about ten and you got me. I don’t need to learn from you, I don’t need nothing from anybody. I’m in this for myself, and to show everyone that we don’t need any handouts. We don’t need any self righteous bastard trying to make himself feel better by helping out the poor and unfortunate. If that’s what your looking for Macho Man, to further your ego then you’re barking up the wrong tree Mach, because I don’t have time for you.[/I]
The Macho Man shows no sign of answer Chris question and this time he begins to walk away, he takes three or four steps before the Macho Man calls out and stops Chris in his tracks.
Macho Man RDK: Chris, what’s the significance of your tattoo?[/I]
Chris looks at RDK, totally caught off guard by the question. Chris points at the Tattoo on his abdomen, a heart wrapped in thorns that as his chest falls looks like it is beating.
Chris Phenomenal: This one?
Macho Man RDK: Yeah, I haven’t seen one like it at all before.
Chris Phenomenal: You don’t want to know. It’s a long story and quite frankly you wouldn’t understand.
Macho Man RDK: You know Brud, I think I do, and you know what. Give me ten minutes of your time after the show, I got something I want to ask of you. You don’t want to come that’s fine, but I think it’s worth your while.[/I]
Chris stares at the Macho Man who removes his shades and allows Chris to look deep into his eyes. Chris wipes his brow with the sweat towel and looks back at Macho Man.
Chris Phenomenal: Alright, I’ll give you ten minutes, now get the fuck out of my way.
Macho Man RDK: Alright Brud.[/I]
With that Chris shoves past Macho Man RDK without wishing him luck. Macho man cracks his knuckles and nods his head before walking away and the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:13:17 GMT -5
Reminisce: Teenage Ambition (Credit: FSX)
Now, it's time for a conclusion. For those of faith, this could be seen as something of an abomination. A man is pouring out his soul, though he doesn't truly believe anything will come of it. He is using faith as an excuse to relinquish locked up emotion. To tell of the terrible things experienced in the past, and instigated recently. To gain some comfort...from a man of god. Fallen is trying to do all of these things tonight, and would likely not shed a tear if someone was to call him out on it. He is a hypocrite this evening, but he is doing it for good reason. He needed to escape the illusion of terror that consumed him, and have another human being inform him that he was, in fact, still a human being as well...So as things have calmed down, and Fallen seems to have temporarily regained his composure, things look to continue. Back to the bugged Confessional, and back to the bizarre circumstances that have led a woman to be deceased, and a man to lose his mind.
Priest: So she guided you from a life as scum on the street, and allowed you to care for people again? After they all had abandoned you, and left you for dead? She gave you a reason to care about being alive once more?
FSX: If you want to put it like that, yes. To an extent she is the only reason I'm still alive today. I have made many friends throughout life, though few of them have stayed by me. I've let them grow closer then I ever wanted them too, and in a sense I regret letting them touch me in a way that she has, but I couldn't help it. I wanted to let more love into my life, and make something of a family. Between them, and with her. You know..to live the life of a normal human being.
Stinging with the thought of it all for a moment, Fallen would scoff and shake his head. They had been horrible to him, but for no reason. He tried his best to help out others. To be a good person. But now what? He wasn't a person at all any more! Seeming quite irritated at the moment, the Priest had a rather opposite interpretation of all of this. In fact, his interpretation left a look of horror upon his face.
Priest: Now...when you say 'let them touch you the way she did'...you mean...
FSX: I mean emotionally, you sick bastard. I don't need to be ridiculed and taunted by a fucking priest, after all. It didn't matter. I took them under my wing, and did everything in my power to make these people feel cared about. To make them feel as if there was someone that truly gave a damn, that cared enough to do anything they could to help them. You know what happened? They all fucking left. Each one of them would leave my side without a word, for no good reason. Some would leave because they wanted to grow more powerful, others out of sheer boredom...some even out of growing to despise me. Can you believe that? To hate the person that has done so much for you?! The thought makes me fucking sick!
Smirking a second as he was rather bemused by the reaction of the man, the Priest was rather quick to remember his place. He wasn't meant to pass judgment..he knew that...just something about Fallen was beginning to push his buttons. Shrugging it off for the time being, he was quite quick to continue on the conversation, perhaps in it's inevitable direction.
Priest: So..in a sense, you took your friends in as your children? Cared for them as you would a child, well enjoying their company and hoping for something of the same?
FSX: Maybe, to an extent. Not that it matters. It's been a consistent through my life that everyone I've attempted to help and that everyone I have gone out of my way to please has come back to stab me in the back. They've left, they've hurt me, and they didn't give a damn about it. Not one of them has came to me and apologized for what they did, or even shown remorse for abandoning me later on. They all thought it to be routine..and it sickens me. Everyone fucking sickens me, and this disgust from humanity probably has something to do with how am I now. Of what has happened to me.
Priest: And what is it that has happened to you, Xavier?
Not hesitating to slam his fist to the side of the confessional, the Priest would jump in shock at this. He may be exposing his most sensitive side, and allowing his former innocence to be displayed for the briefest of moments, but he wasn't about to take any prodding. This man had no right, no matter where they were. He would get to that when he damn well pleased, and he was damn well sure he didn't need to rush!
FSX: I'm getting to that. First let me say that the only person to never leave me is Andrea. No matter what happens, and no matter how much of an asshole I become, she has always stayed by my side. She's been there to remind me that I'm a human being, and at the end of the day someone will always be there to care about me...Though I could never get her to love me the way that I loved her, she would never leave me. Though it pained me every day to know she was out, looking for someone to spend her life with, I was still so happy to know she would always be my friend. Honestly, it's the best 'friend zone' in the world.
Thinking back to it with a look of wonder on his face, he was quite quick to snap free of it. He was happy to be with her, and to just be her friend, but if he fell back into that mindset now? He could never achieve his goal of being with her in a relationship. She did offer him hope, after all...though he definitely had more of it prior to the recent loss of his sanity.
FSX: So when I met her, until recently, she's always been there for me..and it was because of her I felt that I could take these additional steps in life. That I could move toward becoming a Wrestler. It had never been something that thoroughly interested me earlier on, but it grew to be something I couldn't imagine living without. You see, every time I perform for those people..I know they take a personal interest in me. Whether they love me for doing all I can to please them, or they hate me for the character and person I choose to display myself as, I know they care about me. You have to care to love or hate someone...so being loved and hated my so many? It's the ultimate thrill. I don't know what I'd do without it, honestly. I've tried to leave...but I just can't. It's impossible, you know?
Priest: I suppose I can understand, given your history. Now, this is all very interesting..but I'm still not quite sure why you've come here today. You don't appear to be a very religious man, Xavier. By contrary, you appear to absolutely hate this faith...if not every faith. You have done some horrible things, but I do doubt your honesty when you say you are here for forgiveness. You don't care where you end up..you feel you've already lived through hell, right? So why are you here?
Beginning to grow more and more frustrated with the situation, Fallen's shields would once again begin to rise. This priest wasn't helping him feel better about himself in the slightest, and seemed determined to get rid of him. He simply wanted to let his emotions run wild and be free to express himself..but would this guy let him?! Of course not! No, he had to further prod at him, desperate to know why he was there then and now. The impatience of it all was mind boggling!
FSX: Do you happen to double as a psychologist? Because you sure sound like one...I'll have you know that I haven't yet got to the conclusion of my tale, but I'll humor you. I'm here because I remember in this booth, you guys have to listen. You can't pass judgment on me for my sins, and your not supposed to give your damn opinions. It's your job to listen, then feign forgiveness. That's what I came here for, and that's what I expect. Got it?
Falling silent as he was scolded in such a fashion, the Priest would keep his opinion to himself for once. This was likely more out of shame then desire, however. Fallen was telling him how to do a job that he had for many years, and he was actually right. He had no place to rush him along, or try to become an active part of this conversation. He was there to be 'God's Ears', and he was failing.
FSX: Good. Now, as I was getting too, the real reason that I came here has to do with recent events. You see, I once again tried to retire from the wrestling business. I reached what will undoubtedly be remembered as the peak of my career, and believed myself finished. I'd given everything, and finally gotten to stand atop the mountain. To be the king that I always dreamed of being...Unfortunately, I couldn't stay away. It wasn't long before I received a call from a rather desperate, and quite confused young man. He went by the name of Jake Steele, and was intrigued in me coming in to join his fledging group..The Road Steelers. At first I disagreed, citing that I was done. That I had retired, and had no intent on ever returning...but it wasn't so easy. Despite the fact I truly believe I could just say that and walk away, he wouldn't give up. He was rather consistent, I must say...though he later also proved himself to be indecisive.
Sighing with a moment of disgust thinking back to that, the memory of his time with RSX3 was a very unpleasant one. He had returned to be their heroic legend, and help put the team over the top. To assist them in being the best they could be, and help their dreams come true!...But how did they repay him? By slapping him in the face and not including him in ANY of their operations. He came in for a match, and was then made an after note. That disgusted him most of all. He gave them a chance...they spit in his face.
FSX: I eventually gave in, you see. The draw was far too great, and I couldn't resist the thought of returning the ring. So I returned, in order to fight a man by the name of Jay Zero. I'd fought him in the past, and he went on to do great things...despite eventually losing his head in the process. It was fun, and I was intent on helping the group out. Helping them find their niche...Unfortunately, they grew bored of my presence quite quickly. Apparently I wasn't a big enough impact for them, so they wanted nothing more to do with me...Tossing me to the side like scum, I was in shock. How could they just play with my head like that. Treat me as a legend, then as trash a moment later? It infuriated me...to the point where, despite Doctor's orders, I returned to the ring full time. To be in a tag team, intent on revenge, with a man who was a good friend...
Priest: Wait, what is this of breaking Doctor's orders? You never mentioned any injury.
FSX: My entire life was pain. Sheer, mind numbing pain. As I began to relax, the numbness began to fade away. I realized I was suffering greatly. I chose to suffer more, and join Thunderkiss in a tag team. It was actually a lot of fun, and reminded me why I loved this business..Technically, I'm still in that tag team today. A champion among men...but he will come for me. He will lash out at me, and show me rage. You see, the woman he loved was murdered...and it's my fault.
Laughing softly to himself as he realized this too was all foreign to the Priest, he wouldn't waste a moment now to further explain. Though some of these memories would haunt him, and cause him to cry out in the night, these did not. Sure, they were the reason he was here. They made him contemplate himself as a true monster. But did that mean they kept him up at night? Not in the slightest.
FSX: Confused? Don't worry, there's an explaination...I planned on retiring a month ago, but a man of 'Faith' stopped me. He challenged me, and everything I stand for...so despite my body telling me I couldn't, I stayed to battle him. One drug-induced month later, and here we are. I raped a woman, watched the people that were APPARENTLY my parents die before my eyes, and later allowed that woman to die. All to my own satisfaction...Watching my parents die? I'll admit, that was a blast. With or without drugs, I'd be dancing happy...but the things that happened to Joytoy?
Sighing softly as he closed his eyes, he would look back to the fateful day again and again. The scene of her throat being cut was on loop in his head, and the aftermath made him a little sick. That necrophiliac made him go to a fucking priest...It was an impressive feat, in that sense.
FSX: They helped me realize that I am a monster. That I no longer care for the innocent the way I once did, and that I make people suffer for no reason. This woman was begging for her life, and I signed it away for a Wrestling match. So millions could cry out my name, and praise me as I beat up the man that did this to her. So that I could be a hero...I let a woman die, to be a hero. I came here today for forgiveness from that, so that I may have the shreds of my humanity back...Because if anyone has to forgive me, it's a priest.
Leaning over in order to look through the window of the confessional, the lack of emotion on the other side of it was quick to trouble him. Just why couldn't this Priest show him any signs of forgiveness? Reassure him that what he had done was all instigated by others, and that he was not at fault. That he wasn't the monster he perceived himself to be...why was he silent? Now, of all times, silent...why?
FSX: ...Well? What's the verdict?
Priest: ...I'm sorry, Xavier.
FSX: I see...I don't blame you. Well, in that case, I've got a match to go and get ready for. Maybe that will make me feel better. Feel human.
Closing his eyes, and quick to know that would never be true, he left without another word. He did have a very important match coming up soon, after all. He had to do battle with A.C. Evans. To allow him to feel true suffering, and repent for all that he had done to others. To truly feel the pain he had delivered, and savor it...But after that was done, what would happen to him? Everything still seemed very uncertain and unclear to Fallen Souls, and he didn't know where to go from here. Could he be happy again? Could he possibly be stable again? Or would he simply become the monster he claims to be..?
Unfortunately, signs point to the latter.
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:13:54 GMT -5
Match 3: Street Fight A.C Evans vs. FSX (Credit: Dan White)
Philip: The following match is a Street Fight!
Pop from the crowd
Philip: Coming first to the match, from Parts Unknown, weighing at 193 lbs....AC Evans!
”Harvester of Sorrow” by Metallica hits, but it can hardly be heard under the drains of boos and jeers from the crowd, as AC Evans walks out, with that sly smirk on his face. He certainly has a few tricks up his sleeve, and wants to finish Fallen Souls off once and for all, as he enters the ring. The pyros, music and lighting fades, as Evans prepares himself for the biggest match of his ACW career so far.
Philip: And his opponent, from Seoul, Korea, weighing at 192 lbs....Fallen Souls!!
A massive pop goes up, unbelievable, as Fallen Souls walks out to 'Beast of Blood' by Malice Mizer. There's a lot more in this than just a match. Fallen Souls wants revenge, and he goes into this with more intensity than he ever has in his ACW career. More than his first title match at Seven Deadly Sins 2006, more than going into his potential second reign as International Champion, and more than winning the World Title at Omega Effect IV
Bell Rings
The match kicks off and instantly, Evans and FSX are locked up, both men trying to force the other one away. Evans, using his whole 1 pound of weight extra, manages to shunt FSX towards the ropes. But FSX responds by dumping Evans over the ropes and to the outside. Evans lands on his feet though, and is quick to turn around, only to catch a large crossbody from the former World Champion, to the delight of the crowd. Already it seems like this match is going to live up to its street fight name, as both men get back to their feet and exchange blows. FSX gets the upper hand on this occasion, resorting to whacking Evans' face off the ring apron and making his way to the ring post, where Evans gets a mouthful of steel. He stumbles back a couple of steps, and FSX grabs a steel chair, whacking it against his back. Evans falls over to all fours, and a cheer goes up as one half of Double Penetration really gets into his groove. He's desperate for revenge, and it shows as he lifts the chair back up, ready to strike. But Evans is one step ahead, playing possum, and strikes FSX with an unassuming low blow. The jeers go up as FSX drops the steel chair, and begins stumbling about, doubled over. Evans is quick to get to his feet, and assures FSX's downfall with a swift kick to the back.
AC Evans looks up and embraces all the jeers pouring from the crowd. He goes over to the commentator's tables, and starts manhandling one of them, removing the monitors. There are more jeers and boos at this point, but Evans has a sharp tongue and reacts with witty retorts, as he prepares to send FSX smashing through the table. He turns around, taking one of the monitors and waiting for FSX to get to his feet. The Korean does so, albeit it a bit hastily, and walks straight into a shot from the monitor. This cuts him open, and as the blood flows this early on, it's a clear indicator that this match is going to be a brutal one. Evans drops the monitor to the floor, and lifts Fallen Souls up. They both climb up onto the commentator's table, and there's more boos as Evans hooks FSX's leg. The Northern Lights Suplex looks on, but then there's a completely unexpected twist. FSX manages to escape out of the move, much to Evans' surprise. He then lifts Evans up into a German Suplex, spinning around and sitting him out into a Soul Digger!! The pop from the crowd is huge, as both men crash through the table, and it looks nasty. The referee comes down and analyses the situation, but there's movement from Fallen Souls. He manages to roll out of the wreckage, and climb to his feet, granted with the assistance of the referee's shirt.
Once he feels he's capable enough, FSX gets to work on truly bringing the hardcore element into this match. He oncovers the ring apron, and begins to pull some weapons out. He pulls out a couple of trashcans, throwing them over the ropes and into the ring, and follows that up with a table. That too enters the ring. Curiously, he then pulls out a car door, and even he is a bit puzzled by this. But still, that too enters the ring. But not content with just that, FSX eyes one more thing, and lets out a smile. He pulls out a 15-foot ladder, and a massive pop goes out through the crowd. But before he can do anything with it, he's attacked by Evans from behind, who now is also sporting blood. As Evans attacks FSX, the ladder falls, resting on the turnbuckle, and Evans uses this as an advantage, whacking Fallen Souls' head against it. FSX stumbles backwards again, and Evans then rolls the Triple Crown winner into the ring. He makes a cover, but the referee counts to two, before Fallen Souls manages to raise his shoulder. Evans looks a tad pissed off at the count, but nonetheless, he continues the match. He lifts FSX up, and we get back into the wrestling element a tad, as Evans plants him with a Snap Suplex. He keeps the hold, rolling back up in the style of Eddie Guerrero (/Chris Benoit/Rey Mysterio/Chavo) and this time hits a Snapping Neckbreaker.
Evans is back up, and Fallen Souls looks in a bad way. He doesn't seem like a man who truly wants revenge, and even if he did, it just looks like AC Evans is just too good. But we're forgetting who we're talking about; Fallen Souls won the World Title at Omega Effect IV! Surely he's not going to succumb to this newcomer? Well, we'll see. Evans takes one of the trashcans, showing that the wrestling element of the match has been thrown out of the window again. But he isn't done there. He exits the ring, going to a different area of the ring, and pulling up the apron. He pulls out a good deal of tangled barbed wire, and there's a sinister smirk that's brandished on his face, made even more devilish by the appearance of the blood which now begins to drip down his face. He re-enters the ring, and FSX is still on the floor. As if he hadn't been dealt enough punishment in this match, it was about to get worse, as Evans begins flogging him with the barbed wire. As the barbs pierce into FSX's skin, there's groans and boos from the crowd. They don't like to see their favourite wrestler being manhandled in this way, but Evans shows no remorse. He's got full intentions of turning FSX's body into a sieve, whacking him about nine or ten times before tossing the barbed wire to the outside of the ring. Blood drips along the mat, as it drops next to the crowd barricade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:17:49 GMT -5
Evans lifts FSX up, and he's a bloody mess. In fact, he doesn't like much dissimilar to many of Evan's victims from the past few weeks. FSX almost falls to one knee, but has enough energy to keep himself composed. Evans fires a punch, and then a second one, with no retaliation. He aims a third, but FSX ducks it, waiting for Evans to turn around before planting him with a huge Silence Scissor Kick!! There's a huge pop, FSX getting a massive amount of hangtime in the kick, but unfortunately the move takes a lot out of him as well, and he's onto the floor. The referee almost goes to make a count but remembers the stipulation, and merely waits for either one of the two men to get to their feet first. It appears that Evans is the first one to stir, raising a shoulder, but then he falls back to the ground. The chants for “F-S-X!” start to stir, and gradually get louder and louder with each cry. And this alone is getting to FSX, and he manages to slowly roll towards the ropes, enduring having to roll over a car door in the process, and pull himself up. Evans has begun to get to his feet first, but it's the King of Satire which has the advantage now. He grabs Evans, and throws him into the turnbuckle, and Evans bounces back, falling into a huge German Suplex. FSX keeps it into the cover, but Evans manages to kick out before three.
FSX sighs as he rolls off of his foe, and picks himself up. He really wants to win this match, there's no saying how desperate his is to win, but at the same time he also wants to dish out the punishment to AC Evans. He lifts him up, and takes him towards the trash can. He tries to lift him into a Suplex, but Evans resists and manages to keep himself on the floor. FSX tries again, but again Evans resists, and then plants him with a cruel elbow to the temple. The pain is pretty immense, and Evans quickly capitalises, throughing FSX through the trash can with a Spinning Fisherman's Buster. The can crumples down, and gives FSX a pretty nasty fall – well, nastier than succumbing to a fall on the mat anyways. Evans manages to pick himself up, but he doesn't feel like it's the right time to go for the cover. Instead, he starts to climb the turnbuckle, with a certain finishing move in mind. The Moonsault Leg Drop, affectionately known to Evans as the “Signals Over The Air”, is nigh, and he flies off the top rope. But to the delights of the crowd, FSX manages to roll out of the way at the last moment, and it's Evans' turn to crash into the trashcan. FSX scrambles over and makes the cover, but Evans manages to kick out before three, and FSX looks like a desperate man; he was absolutely certain that that was it.
Regardless, he has to think of another method, and this time he eyes that car door. He sets it up in the corner, and turns back towards Evans. Only Evans has somehow managed to elude everyone. As the camera pans backwards, we can see that Evans has slipped under the ropes and is hiding next to the apron, but FSX doesn't know this. And the fans are painstakingly shouting at him to try looking at the titantron, but FSX instead bundles straight into the direction Evans is in, and receives fire extinguisher foam in the face for his troubles. FSX stumbles backwards, tripping up over the used trashcan, and falling to the floor. Evans snarls as he re-enters the ring, and places FSX next to the car door. He walks to the other side of the ring, and runs up, planting a low dropkick. But like before, Fallen Souls manages to roll out the way, and Evans dropkicks himself through the door window to a massive pop!! FSX manages to get to his feet, but Evans is in trouble. Not only are his legs now cut by shards of glass, but he's also tangled in the mess of the remaining door. FSX has got him in his own hands now, and he pulls him out of the wreckages, dropping a fierce elbow into where AC Evans' heart should be. He gets back up, and looks at the crowd. He shows them a heavily bloodied person, almost looking like a war victim, but also a man who's determined to win.
FSX picks Evans up again, and tries to go for the Soul Transfer to a large pop. But Evans still has one more trick up his sleeve, rolling it into an avalanche Tornado DDT. The anticipation from the crowd has suddenly dropped dead, as Evans picks himself up. Fallen Souls looks dead, there's nothing else to it, but Evans has something else ready, one more thing to try and kill him off once and for all. He grabs the trashcan, setting it up, and the follows that up with the table, placing it over the can. He then exits the ring, grabbing the abandoned 15-foot ladder, and sliding it into the ring. He sets it up next to the table, and the picks Fallen Souls up. He rests him on the table, and begins to climb the ladder. There are cries for Fallen Souls, for some hope that he manages to get himself out of this mess, and their cries are thankfully heard. FSX grabs the ladder, and pushes it down. Evans falls, but only onto the turnbuckle. He tries to climb back up, but FSX uses all his might to lift himself up and onto the ladder. Evans tries to climb his way around, but in the quick of a flash, FSX grabs him and plants him into a brutal Soul Harvest, crashing their way through the table and trashcan!!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
FSX crawls over AC Evans, making the cover:
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
Philip: Here is your winner......Fallen Souls!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:18:21 GMT -5
Completely ignoring the sound of Phillip announcing him as the winner, Fallen simply sat there on his knees. He had accomplished what he wanted, right? As many cried out their cheers at the scene before them, the maniac having been put in his place...for some reason Fallen didn't care. He could care less about the fans, about the match, even about all that Evans had done to torture him over the past month. For some reason, none of it really mattered to him...as 'Beast of Blood' by Malice Mizer was heard blaring through the arena, Fallen simply sat there. Sitting on his knees, not a clear expression upon his face, and rejecting the world around him...Something was wrong. None of this was what he expected. He'd expected everything to be better, now that Evans was finally put in his place. The past month to somehow disappear, and for his mind to be clear once again.
To be able to retire without a worry, knowing that he had accomplished his final goal in wrestling.
To know that the spirit of Joytoy was now at peace somehow, that her killer had been vanquished in a WRESTLING match.
To know that Thunderkiss had forgiven him for everything, and would take him as his buddy once again. That they could defend the tag titles together, should he continue his career, and be happy. As friends...
To know he'd have a life to go home too...
But as he looked to the fans, and down once more to his opponent..he was well aware that wasn't the case. With that, he was truly a mess. A bloody mess, yes...but also one with nothing left. His friends had left. His chance at love seemed so far away. His humanity..was gone.
FSX: So this is the way I'll remain...forever then? I see...nothing changes.
Truer words have never been spoken...
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:19:09 GMT -5
Segment: Sex, Lies, and Finding Out Why The Hell You’re Related To Dan White Credit: Jake Steele
Ever since that faithful night, where Dan White and Jake Steele found out they shared the same bloodline, things have been a bit shaken up for the two. Nothing really being effected in ring wise, but outside of the arena both stars have had to deal with the answers their family have given them. Dan White, after speaking to his mom found out the truth about his half-brother, and ever since he’s ignored any mention of him. Jake Steele on the other side has also found out part of the truth from his mom as well, and since then he’s admitted to accepting that Dan is a part of his bloodline, yet inside of him is still the feeling of something missing. What that is you ask? It’s of course the full and final truth from his father. And speak of the devil himself, as we see Marcus A. Stevens sitting across a table from his son, Jake, inside of some big time record building. In the room is nobody but the two. No secretaries, and no rappers anywhere to be found - hell even the doors are locked shut. It’s truly just Father and Son. Let’s see how this pans out.
Pops: Here we are, son. Everything is exactly how you requested it to be. It’s just me and you on this floor. So, I would guess that now is the time to tell you the truth…
Steele doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have time to waste.
Pops: Right. Well then, I’m going to tell you how it exactly went down:
Like you know, I had to promote your mom’s record in the United Kingdom. I met the woman who is your real mother, and we made you. Nine months later you popped out and me and my wife, the woman you called mother all your life, decided to let the woman who is your mother name you. Confusing as hell, I know, I know. But a detail that wasn’t told to you was that during that time despite how happy we portrayed ourselves in the media, me and my wife were having problems. Major problems. So bad in fact that we had filed for divorce.
Oh snap.
Pops: Which is the reason as why your mom didn’t travel with me. We couldn’t stand to look at each other. But I don’t know son. After I did what I had done, I felt disgusted with myself almost. I realized that I needed to try and make it work again. Which is why I came back that month with tears in my eyes and flowers in my hand. I wanted and I felt I deserved a second chance. That night I spilled my heart, and my soul to her.
He clasps his hands together and begins to drift back into the past with his words. Steele doesn't do a single thing but listen.
Pops: It took her eight long, hard months to forgive me. The longest months of my entire life. I remember sitting her down and having the both of us making a pact. We agreed that we'd completely disregard what happened. We'd agree to forget everything. We'd agree that as far as everything was concerned you were the son of both of us, and that the truth would never come out. Ever.
Jake's father breathes a deep sigh.
Pops: We never imagined that you would find out. Especially not the way that you did. I'm deeply sorry for it. I really am. But now it's out of my hands, and your mother's as well. It's in your hands now son. It's up to you to decide how you react to Dan - whenever he stops ignoring you.
With that, Steele looks over at his dad and has to let a small laugh escape from his mouth. Seeing his son smile, his father begins to smile now also as he stands up and walks over to his son. Steele looks up at him and gets to his feet, shaking his and then giving him a brief but very powerful hug. Jake gently slaps his pops on the shoulder and walks off without saying a single word. Jake still can't believe any of this, but as he said two weeks ago - he'll accept and move on from it as good as he can. Whatever that means...
Fade
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:19:40 GMT -5
Title: Who Needs Steroids? Credit: Chris Phenomenal and Danny Mainer
The scene opens in the most macho place on earth, a fitness center, and more specifically he gym. Burly men wander around, mixing with the commoner’s who are trying to look like them. The camera focuses in on what appears to be one man, smaller in size studying the bench, as the man beside him loads up the bar, putting two hundred and twenty five pounds on it. He gets onto the bench and lifts it a few times warming up his muscles in preparation for what the real men will do. One of the staff members see him working without a spotter and comes over and checks him, but Chris asks him to add thirty more to the bar as he looks to his left at the smaller fellow who immediately has three hundred and fifty going. He pumps it a few times and then signals the staff member to add another fifty. Chris’ thirty is added to the bar but he tells the staff member he is ready to lift like the real boys. He tells him to put on four hundred. Chris looks to his left as the man pushes the bar up, and brings it down and gets it going back up, an incredible feat for a man of his stature. Chris leans back against his bench and presses the bar up five times and looks back to his left at the little man putting another twenty onto each side. Chris follows suit and this time in stereo the men push it up, and bring it down five times, working solely on the power. Chris signals the gym hand to load the bar up too five hundred, following suit of the obscenely strong little fellow on the bench next to him. Chris lifts it up and is able to get it up five times but as he gets it up for the fifth he drops down, exhausted and finished. He looks to his lift certain that the fellow to his lift couldn’t have made the five hundred, but to his surprise not only does he see the man finish his lift, but seconds later he goes to the well once more and puts another fifteen onto each side of the bar and pops him up. Chris looks on with astonishment, his mouth agape at the incredible feat of strength he had just witnessed. He rises from his bench and goes over to the bench to find out who exactly the man is, and when he does he is dealt the shock of his life.
Chris Phenomenal: You? But how... This makes no fucking sense. You’re just a little worm, slithering around like the worthless piece of scum you are, and yet know you are pumping insane amounts. This is more fucking confusing than alga.., alga… the math with the letters.
Danny Mainer: There are certain things that not even the greatest minds of our time can comprehend, never mind some little hoodrat. Chris Phenomenal: That’s why you’ve gone psycho all of the sudden. You’re hitting the juice, now I know why your girl left you. She wanted someone with nuts.
Danny Mainer: Oh, I didn’t know you were Dane Cook. Congratulations, that must be your one millionth unfunny joke. I will have you know however that I have not touched those vile juices. I do however have an upper hand over most humans, something that will allow me to overpower any human being. It would even make your blood curdle.
Chris Phenomenal: Try me.
Danny Mainer : I have the power of one thousand sons of Satan, possessed by a thought-to-be mythical figure, who in fact exists. He guides me, and lends me his power. With him we are an unstoppable tandem that no human or beast will ever be able to tame. He thought he could control me and he thought wrong. Soon I will rule the ring, soon the jokers become the Kings.
Chris Phenomenal: RIIGGHHTT, I’m supposed to believe that you are being controlled by some sort of, I don’t know the word that describes this. What I do know though is that you are on some serious shit, and I want to know where the fuck I can get some.
Danny Mainer: I’m a step away from blasting a shot of lightning into your bowels and nailing your rectum to a fence post.. You want some more?
Chris Phenomenal: If you want, but I was serious about wondering where you got this shit Mainer.[/I]
Chris looks at Mainer who in turn looks at the glass window beside him. He takes his fist and draws it back and punches threw the window, shattering it into a million pieces. While not impressive in and of itself, Mainer takes one jagged piece of glass and fires it at Chris Phenomenal and before he can react it is lodged in his arm as Chris looks down at his arm and it’s new companion.
Chris Phenomenal: Lucky shot.
Danny Mainer: Or was it?[/I]
Mainer grabs another piece of glass and fires it at the arm of Chris Phenomenal and before he can react it is lodged by the other piece in his arm as the blood starts to flow. Mainer then grabs a one hundred pound barbell and throws it through the window across the street and right through the windshield of Chris Phenomenal’s car.
Chris Phenomenal: Aw hell naw, not my ride again!
Danny Mainer: Only a true monster could do that, I’m no monster though. I’m just a hell of a lot better then you. Get the fuck out of my way before I make good on my numerous threats. Savvy?
With that Mainer gives Chris a curt nod and walks away, leaving Chris jaw agape and his mind buzzing at what has just occurred.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:20:17 GMT -5
Match 4: Light Tube Death Match Scott Andrews vs. Wayde Russeller (Credit: Scott Andrews) The camera switches back to the arena and we see the set up for the following death match involving Scott Andrews and Wayde Russeller. Light tube’s are spread out around the ring, with three strapped vertically to each turnbuckle, along with certain light tube structures available for the use of pain.
The audience sit in anticipation until Wayde Russeller’s theme hits. “Watch'cu Lookin' At?" by Uncle Kracker blasts the P.A. as the Cowboy From Hell wanders onto the stage, welcomed with a chorus of boos. The Cowboy isn’t phased as he peers into the audience with a sour look on his face before raising both arms in the air and making his way down the ramp.Phillip: This match is scheduled for ONE FALL and is a Light Tube Death Match! There are no disqualifications, and falls count anywhere! Making his way to the ring, weighing 250 pounds, from Beersheba Springs, Tennessee, he is the Cowboy From Hell, WAAAYYYYDDEE RRRRUUUSSSSEELLLLLLLLEEEERRRR!!!The crowd keep the boos coming as his name is announced, but a soon as his music dies, the crowd become quiet, waiting for the entry of ACW’s most dangerous.
The lights go out over the entire arena.
“This Lying World” begins to play across the audio system. Smoke fills the entrance ramp as the lights flicker between white and off, matching the strumming of the guitar. As the song reaches it’s crescendo, a figure begins to rise from the ground; Scott Andrews. Wearing his black trench coat and clasping his baseball bat, Scott waits till he is at ground level.Phillip: And his opponent, from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at 233 pounds, he is “The Judge”, “The Consequence”, “The Righter of Wrongs”, SSCOOOOOTTTTT AAAAAAANNDDRREEWWWSSSS!!![/color] After his introduction, Scott makes his way down the ramp as the audience cheers him on. He reaches the steps and walks up them at his own pace before entering the ring. Once inside the squared circle, Scott wanders over to the opposite turnbuckle and raises his bat in the air much to the delight of the fans.
As Scott approaches Wayde to go toe to toe, the tension is mounting and the crowd begin cheering on the battle. Referee Makabe explains the rules to both men, but as the ring bell sounds, Wayde comes out of nowhere with a double leg takedown, but Scott is able to counter into a school boy pin by squirming over and rolling down his back, which is lucky for Wayde because his momentum would have sent him straight into the light tubes. Scott only gets a one count before Wayde kicks out. Scott and Wayde get up and go another round. McNally: The match gets underway in a hurry! Scott going for an early pin attempt!Edison: Scott was lucky to escape the wrath of those light tubes in the turnbuckle, Max!They lock up in the middle of the ring. Scott clinches and begins unloading Muay Thai style knee strikes to Wayde’s midsection. Wayde’s big upper body seems to handle the vicious strikes rather well, and Wayde retorts with Dusty style elbows to the top of Scott’s head before leaning him up against the ropes.
Wayde takes a few steps back before running in with a rebel yell, taking both men over the ropes with a Cactus Clothesline.McNally: Wayde takes Scott and himself to the outside with that clothesline!Wayde is first up and grabs Scott by the hair. He lifts him to his feet and delivers a devastating European uppercut, knocking Scott back into the crowd barrier. Wayde then backs up again to charge like a rhino at Scott, but Scott moves and Wayde goes shoulder first into the barricade, knocking a chunk out of place. Scott then goes to work on the cowboy, stomping him viciously and delivering painful back hand chops to the shoulders of the Faith member.McNally: Scott’s gonna make his back bleed without using the damn light tubes! What power behind those chops!Scott then raises his arm in the air and the crowd lap it up, cheering on his rampage. He lifts Wayde up, but the chops must have awoken a demon inside him because out of nowhere he delivers a throat thrust to the wind pipe of Scott, making him clutch his throat. He then lifts Scott up for an Argentine Backbreaker and drops to both knees, cracking Scott’s back before letting him drop to the mats. Wayde goes for the cover.…1!
…2!
…Kickout! Obviously disappointed, but not put off, Wayde gets up and gives Scott a couple of stomps before lifting him up and rolling him into the ring. Scott gets to his knees as Wayde climbs onto the apron. Wayde steps through the ropes, but doesn’t realize Scott has picked up one of the deadly light tubes. He swings it full force into Wayde’s stomach region, causing cancerous dust and glass to fly everywhere.Edison: OH MY GOD! Light tube! Light tube!McNally: First hit of the night, but I can tell it won’t be the last!As Wayde wanders to the ropes to breathe, Scott hits him with another light tube, across the shoulders. Wayde drops and Scott goes all out, smashing down on him with a third, loose light tube before making a cover.McNally: Wayde Russeller is bleeding for sure.…1!
…2!
…Kickout!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:20:59 GMT -5
Scott kneels and yells in annoyance at the failed pin attempt. He gets to his feet and irish whips Wayde towards the corner, but Wayde counters the momentum and sends Scott crashing into the light tubes instead! As Scott walks out from the corner clutching his back, Wayde gives him a Manhattan Drop before a hard lariat, sending Scott to the canvas. Wayde covers.McNally: Scott tastes the light tubes! Cover!…1!
…2!
…Kickout! Wayde gets yet another near fall, but no cake. What else must he do? He lifts Scott to go for another high impact move, but Scott launches a middle kick that’s caught by Wayde. Unfortunately for Wayde, Scott swings in with the Re-load and catches him off guard. Must not have studied enough Scott Andrews tapes. He then lifts him to his feet to execute a quick release Fishermans Suplex. Scott, bleeding from the back, pulls Wayde to the turnbuckle and lays him perpendicular. Scott ascends the turnbuckle and the crowd show their excitement.McNally: The fans are going crazy! What’s Scott doing here?!Scott gets to the top and stands up for a second before coming back down. The fans boo and have no clue what’s going on. But once Scott grabs a set of three light tubes and goes back up, the crowd are on his side again, and project their voices even louder than before. He stands up and points his hand gesture gun to his head before pulling the trigger and flying backwards with a Suisault, light tubes in hand. He comes down hard on Russeller, crushing the tubes between their bodies.Edison: Now THAT’S the true meaning of “Suisault”!!!Scott stays down for the cover as the dust settles.…1!
…2!
…Kickout! McNally: No way! Russeller kicks out!Scott can’t believe it as he rolls off the body of the cowboy. Both men have bloodlined torso’s, back and front, as well as shards of glass sticking out of their skin. Neither seem to care however. Both men lay down for a while before Scott uses the ropes to get to his feet. He stands and picks out little pieces of glass from his flesh, much to the crowds disgust. He gets into a fight stance and waits for Russeller to get up. As the cowboy gets to his feet, Scott charges in for a Lariat of Revenge but misses as Wayde ducks. Scott rebounds off the ropes and jumps over Wayde, who runs the opposite way. When they meet in the middle, Scott goes for another attempt, but Wayde scouts it and ducks, countering by lifting his arm up and using Scott’s momentum to twist him into a front chancery. Wayde doesn’t hesitate to lift Scott up with force and drop him down with just as much with a Suplex onto a couple of tubes.McNally: More tubes!!! These men will be nothing but bone after this match!!!Wayde goes for the pin.…1!
…2!
…Kickout!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:21:22 GMT -5
Both men are very worse for wear at this stage and Wayde gets up slowly to a standing position. He grabs Scott’s bloody hair and gets him in position for another Suplex, but Scott counters with a Northern Lights Suplex, sending Wayde overhead for another pin.…1!
…2!
…Kickout! Scott sits up and looks on at Wayde who slowly moves towards the ropes. Scott sees an opportunity and waits for Wayde to stand. As he uses the ropes to find his feet, Scott rushes in with a dropkick, but Wayde parry’s it and sends Scott to the mat. Wayde then uses everything in his tank to lift Scott up with speed and power and drive his head and neck into the light tubes in the turnbuckle with a belly to back Suplex. The fans grimace as Scott yells in pain, his face and head opened up.Edison: DDAANNNGERROOOUUSSS!!!McNally: HOLY COW!!!Wayde isn’t finished yet. He grabs another set of three light tubes and puts them up against Scott as he rests in the bottom turnbuckle. Wayde knows he hasn’t much time, so he backs up and runs in to turnbuckle, puts both hands on the top rope and flings himself upwards…Edison: SMITH - - -…before coming crashing down into Scott and the light tubes.Edison: - - - AND WESSON!The crowd are in shock as Scott takes one hell of a beating and keeps going. It’s something Scott excels at. Wayde uses all his strength to get up and drag Scott into the middle of the ring for a cover.…1!
…2!
…Kickout! McNally: I thought that might have been all over then! Scott’s resilience is amazing! His tolerance to pain perhaps only matched by former ACW Champion, Alexander Starkweather! He’s delivered his fair share of shots too, so let’s see what happens now!Wayde kneels and looks up at the ceiling, perhaps gathering his thoughts before coming up with a new game plan. As he kneels, Scott sits up in front of him and slowly smiles beneath a sheet of crimson. Wayde looks shocked, but quickly turns his attention to the task and goes for a right hand, but Scott blocks it. He goes for a left, but Scott blocks it. Both captured hands turn to a test of strength, and both men slowly stand. Scott wastes no time and immediately kicks Wayde in the sack; an underhanded move, but Scott’s got no choice, it’s a brutal match. The crowd seems to agree with his motives anyway.
Wayde drops to his knees and Scott looks to the outside where a cube of light tubes sits. The crowd notices his train of thought and as he grabs Wayde by the hair the crowd gets ever more excited about the possibilities. He drags him to the corner where the tubes have already been broken, and lifts him to the top, facing outwards. Scott then ascends to the top. Wayde stands on the ropes, and hits Scott in the guts, but Scott grabs him and hooks his arm and neck and flies out of the ring right through the cube with a Sweet Revenge Driver (Pumphandle Inverted Piledriver) sending both of them into a heap of glass and poisonous gas.Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!McNally: OH MY GOD!!! I can’t believe these guys will to go to the extreme!!! It must be over now!!!…1!
…2!
…3! Phillip: Here is your winner, SCOTT ANDREWS!!![/color]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:21:56 GMT -5
Scott takes an age to emerge from the rubble, but when he does his entire body is bleeding. Once on his two feet, though, he raises both arms in the air and lets out a war cry that would make Ares nervous.
Before too much celebration can take place, Scott grabs a microphone.
Scott: Goblin…get out here…now…
Scott is almost out of breathe, but he calls the Goblin out anyway. “Mag Mell” begins playing and the Goblin comes out onto the ramp with a microphone.
Scott: Goblin, I have one question for you; why did you kill my father?
Goblin: I thought we’d been through this, Scott? I didn’t do it; I couldn’t have. There’s security footage of me walking around with jack-o-lanterns at the time of the murder. Air tight alibi if you ask, Goblin!
Scott: If it wasn’t you, then who was it?! Huh?!
Scott looks to the Alphatron as a grainy screen flickers until a clear footage of a very old face is recognizable.
Grimlock: It was me who killed him! AHAHAHA!
Scott’s face turns a darker shade of red than the blood covering it.
Scott: YOU?!
Grimlock: Yes, me, Grimlock! I couldn’t stand by while this little pest gets all the credit for my work!
Scott: You sick fuck!!! I’m going to tear your tear you apart!!!
Grimlock: Well…not right now; you’re out of time.
The screen goes black and Scott drops the mic. He makes his way, as fast as he can in his condition, up the ramp, straight past Goblin who tilts his head as he watches the Scarlet Assassin rush backstage.
(End Credits: Scott/Goblin)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:22:40 GMT -5
“Hocus Pocus” Credit: Alicia Kitsune, Thunderkiss [Feelings of deja vu creep into his heart. He has stood here before, more than once in fact. A visit to Alicia Kitsune’s house has become a semi-annual event and usually marks a significant period in his life. That holds true for today as he has come to seek out a favor, a favor that if granted, will better his chances of writing more chapters in his life story. With a playful knock he alerts her of his presence and places his fake eye directly in the line of the peephole for ol’ times sake. ..] Thunderkiss: Hah! Look, a brand new member of the M.I.L.F. club! [There is a pause of a few seconds before the door opens, and Alicia casts her gaze over Thunderkiss. The hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, and she’s not certain whether this is due to his recently-acquired “status” or simply old memories. Either way, this is an encounter she could frankly do well without – and yet something in the back of her mind has been half expecting such a visit.] Alicia Kitsune: Thunderkiss. What a pleasure to see you.[Thunderkiss’ social skills are as Ms. February’s clothes, lacking. The pinch of annoyance in her voices goes right over the top of his head and he continues his spiel with vim and vigor.] Thunderkiss: So I heard you had some babies! How ‘bout we see ‘dem babies! Alicia Kitsune: How about we don’t, Kiss? Let’s face it, your track record isn’t exactly shimmering on that front. [Kiss frowns, slightly annoyed by the intimation.] Thunderkiss: Alicia, you act as if I have no parenting skills whatsoever. Alicia Kitsune: Damn straight, sunshine. You’ve previously tried to kill the mother of your child, I think that alone more than justifies extreme caution in my position. Thunderkiss: Ohhhhh! LOW-BLOW! Alright, alright, I won’t push the matter, though I technically didn’t try to kill her. I was just trying to scare her, honest! A little reverse psychology, you know?! [Alicia sighs. She is already slightly late for Riccardo’s next feed and change, and wishes Kiss would just get to the point, if indeed there is one.] Alicia Kitsune: Your entire psyche is a mystery to someone of my ilk, but I’m sure you’ll be more than glad to explain it to me. Thunderkiss: If would if we had the time, sister! Well, this visit sure has been less than productive thus far, so let me cut to the chase. I assume you know why I am dropping by casa de Laureano this evening? [Alicia scratches the side of her head in mock-thought.] Alicia Kitsune: Well, let me consider this logically. I doubt it’s to stalk me, because you’ve already done that before and you have the attention span of a fruit fly. Also, I highly doubt that it’s due to depression because after listening to your tone for more than a handful of seconds, it’s evident you are way past that stage. Therefore, I guess the only choice I have left is that you wish to discuss your current predicament with Danny Mainer and Echo. Thunderkiss: Jackpot! Good to know that I can spare you the details so there will be some time for us to sit down and do a bit of “catching up” later, if you catch my drift. [Her arms quickly cross her chest to join the rest of her body language that indicates that Alicia has most assuredly “caught” his drift. Now if there was any way she could send it back ... ] Thunderkiss: From that look in your eye, I can see that you do! Anyway, while it’s neat to like ... easily punch holes through stuff again, this matter between Mainer and I needs to be settled where it started, as ordinary men. Someway, somehow we have both agreed to this though I certainly expect some shenanigans by my not-so-secret admirer. While I can take care of him afterwards, I need to ensure that this contest will be on the level or I won’t make it to that point. That is where you come in. [Alicia’s heart manages the interesting trick of sinking and being in her mouth at the same time. Her gut instinct is that she should have nothing to do with this entire affair, and she is more than willing to bring this conversation to an abrupt end. However...] Alicia Kitsune: What are you driving at, Kiss? Thunderkiss: I want you to do one of your magic “thingies” and make sure that neither one of us can summon our extra help inside that damn thing Mainer is building. [Alicia looks confused. This wasn’t what she was expecting to hear.] Alicia Kitsune: “Thingies?” Thunderkiss: Don’t get technical with me! I have a hard enough time trying to comprehend these urges to slaughter those who stole a candy bar out of a grocery store twenty years ago, let alone know the proper titles of all these neat things people of our nature can do. So how about it? Just twirl those magic hands of yours around and all will be right within the world. [ “Shit. He thinks I’m some kind of mystical troubleshooter. That I’m like Echo. But I’m not. I know less than bugger all. No way. No flaming way am I going any further down this road.”] Alicia Kitsune: Kiss, I don’t know what you are expecting me to say to something that barmy. I’m just an ex-wrestler who’s still trying to get the hang of being a mother, how I could possibly do such a thing? And even if I could, I - Thunderkiss *interrupting*: Alicia, if you are trying to blow me off with a lie do know I was aware of your little talk with Jashin this past summer. Whatever you did to him, he most definitely didn’t like it and kept him at bay from you and Victor. If you did it once, you can do it again. [Alicia rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, exhaling sharply. She wishes Kiss and his problems would just go away; but standing there, she cannot help but recall in brief flashes the literal hell unleashed during her last dabble into fire and brimstone. Closing both her eyes and her door could result in dire consequences for not only Thunderkiss, but for her family, and possibly a great number of other people as well. And she recalls something else; something born out of total desperation, which nonetheless resulted in a turning point. A few precious seconds of control... As much as she realises the risks of involving herself, she realises with a heavy heart that the only risk bigger is to do nothing. Necessity does indeed beget invention, and a seed of an idea begins to form in her mind.] Alicia Kitsune: All right, Kiss. Lord knows whether this will actually work in the slightest, but I’ll do what I can to keep yours and Mainer’s combined lunacy in check. Thunderkiss: Thanks AK. I owe you one. Alicia Kitsune: No. Trust me on this one; regardless of what I do, you’re going to have to make a tough choice, and you owe it to yourself to really think about what that choice means before the moment comes. Something else is going on here, I don’t know what it is but I don’t like it one bit. Demons aren’t the only ones who have ulterior motives, Kiss. [He is listening, but Alicia feels nervous; there is so much more she wishes she could tell him, but it is still too personal and too raw. All she can do is hope for the best... Thoroughly happy with the outcome of his visit, Thunderkiss decides to push the envelope and hit one out of the park. Like his mother used to tell him, “it never hurts to ask.” Only his mother actually didn’t say such a thing, and when you ask a woman the following question, sometimes it does, in fact, hurt. A lot. Trust me, I know.] Thunderkiss: Great. So can we have sex now? [Alicia looks at him, dumbfounded.] Alicia Kitsune: Are you daft?! What about your so-called girlfriend? I mean, she was no friend of mine but come on! Thunderkiss: I know and if anyone needs pity sex, it is I! If it’s your vagoo that you are worried about, I’m sure that baby-making tunnel of yours has resized itself back to optimal working condition! Alicia Kitsune:... Sod it, that’s beyond even my limits, Kiss. Now bugger off before I come to my senses, you pervy git! ~!~SLAM~!~ [His hopes are dashed with the slamming of a door. This is not the first time Alicia has departed with such a gesture and will most likely not be the last. Outside the door he garners up enough will to make one last ditch attempt at her affection proving once and for all he was absent the day they taught “no means no” at high school.] Thunderkiss: Well... alright. BUT JUST KNOW THAT ALL PARTS OF MY BODY ARE WORKING AT FIVE HUNDRED PERCENT! Your loss! [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:26:20 GMT -5
Segment: See You Next Thursday (Credit: Scott Andrews) My body feels like it’s been bathed in acid, but I have to find that bastard. He can’t escape when I’m so close. I rush as fast as I can to the production truck to catch him before he leaves. I kick the door down, almost breaking my leg in the process. Upon entering I see no-one.[/color] Scott: Grimlock!!! Where are you, you fucking scumbag?!!! No reply. He has to be here somewhere. I move to the screening area and notice a piece of paper taped to the monitor.[/color] ”MELTDOWN - 03/05/09” In that case, asshole; see you at Meltdown.[/color] Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:26:46 GMT -5
The Heavyweight Dan White The camera fades in, to the UK's own Charlotte King, the resident interviewer within ACW. With a microphone in her hand, and the Bloody Valentine's graphics behind her, it's apparent that she's prepared to give an interview. Robertson/White is nigh, and it's almost expected that we'll see one of those two men. But then it could be anybody, in reality.Charlotte: Hello, ACW! Tonight, I'm hoping you all are having an excellent Bloody Valentine's so far! Small pop from the crowd.Charlotte: And with me, I have a true star in Alpha Championship Wrestling. Mr. Dan White There's a monumental pop as Dan White is shown on the panned out camera, smirking as he rubs his wrists. He's in fighting gear, topless, with black jeans on, and he's ready for a fight. He's ready to bring Josh Robertson back down to earth, and he's ready to go and do it in style.Charlotte: Dan, earlier tonight, we found out that you had decided to make this match a No Disqualifications match. How did you get Josh Robertson to agree to the match? Dan lets out a wide smileDan: Heh, well it's a lot more easy than you think, Charlotte. You see Josh Robertson, is a living, breathing example of somebody who needs, like my good chum Biggin said before, a good deal of sense knocked into that thick brain of his. Who is he to run around an arena trying to kick my arse? Who's he to think that he even has the right to face me in this match? Who is he to even think that he has the gonads to even speak to my face in the tone that he does? I'm Mr. Omega Effect! I'm Genetically Superior! I'm the Welsh Dragon! All he is is some little scummy scrotum who cannot comprehend what wrestling is. I'd love to see how the Josh Robinson action figure is selling in shops. Kids would mistaken it for the Create-A-Wrestler base figure on the ACW Omega Effect game! There's a huge pop here, for Dan's intensity. It feels like he's really not Josh Robertson's biggest fan.Dan: Robinson can come out all he wants and claim that he's a purist, that he's in this for the wrestling. But 99% of everyone in this bloody fed are in this for the wrestling! It's only egotistical bastards like Thunderkiss, who is blatantly only in this for the money, and Jay Zero, who's only in it to grab as much power as he wants, who are in it for anything more than that. I'm in this business for the wrestling. The World Title is something that I want, something I would love dearly to have more than anything else on the planet! More than anything else! More than being in the ACW Hall of Fame, more than getting a massive paycheque for featuring in a blockbuster Hollywood film, and more than being the biggest pusher in merchandising in the business. Dan pauses again, and there's another large pop from the crowd.Dan: You see, Robinson just does not get it. He thinks that by not having some music entrance and by not living in the city and by not having any personality that he's the most pure wrestler in the world. The truth is, that he really is a clueless mong. Wrestling is all about how you are as a person. Wrestling is a bloody business, man! Josh Robertson isn't a liked person. Well, I say that. Nobody cares about him! Just because the coffee boy does a regularly awesome job, if he's a boring bastard, nobody's going to notice him and give him the massive promotion that he wants. That's the same with Josh Robertson. Who the hell would ever want to watch Warfare or Meltdown, if Robinson was World, International, or even Entertainment Champion? Heh, the mere thought of Robinson being Entertainment Champion is such an oxymoron that if it ever happened, I'd be seriously worried about the chances of the ACW Arena imploding. I really would. There's another pop as Dan continues cracking out the jokes. He's really laying into Robertson, showing some intensity that you don't often see, even by Dan.Dan: ...So to answer your question, Charlotte. I made this a No Disqualification match because quite frankly, not only am I sick of him, but most of the goddamn board of directors are sick of him running about this fed thinking he's Mr. Big Shot because he retired Jake Cheng. I put in my offer and they accepted it. And it gives me joy that you have these bigwigs, people that I have loathed and detested for years and vice versa, sharing the extreme dislike for somebody so obnoxious and a generally crap man. Another pop, as Charlotte finally gets the chance to ask her next question.Charlotte: Well Dan, you certainly have a lot to say tonight. My next question, with Fallen Heroes just nine weeks away, are you worried that a potential upset might derail your chances? This question surprises Dan a little. How dare someone assume he can't win a match!Dan: Well, I'm surprised you've brought that up, to be honest. Not having a go at you, but I find it proper laughable that you think Robinson can beat me. Robinson only has one game. A singles match. Pay Per View, a show like Bloody Valentine's, does not conform to those kind of matches. If Robinson wants to have anything to do with wrestling, he's gotta learn that weapons, dirty tactics, and cheating is all part of the game. Like I say, it's anything to win. And Robinson, unfortunately, doesn't see it that way. He's nothing but weak! Crowd: WEAK!! A smirk comes upon Dan's face.Dan: WEAK!!! Crowd: WEAK!!! Dan: WEAK!!! Crowd: WEAK!!! Dan ends the combo, and there's another pop from the crowd, as he smirks.Dan: You see when I've got my handy little weapon, here... He pats something, but like in the segment before, it's unclear to the crowd what it is.Dan: ...Josh Robinson won't even make it to Fallen Heroes. Hell, I can assure you that he won't even be making his way back to Meltdown this Thursday! Another pop from the crowd, as Charlotte gets onto her next question.Charlotte: Okay then, answer me this one then. Earlier on you got a phonecall from somebody, we don't know who, but we got the impression that you and Gingerdude will be meeting up next Meltdown. What's your thoughts on that? Dan: Well, you know, Chairman Gingerdude and I don't get on very well. Understatement of the century? Maybe.Dan: And I guess that he's got every right to be a little bit pissed off at me. I mean after all I did ruin his house, get myself a World Title shot whenever I wanted, repainted his office, beamed myself onto the arena, messed around with the PA System, and spent £12 million that the company didn't have on securing myself on a Superbowl advert. So yeah, I guess he could be pretty pissed. Yeah, bit of a understatement again...Dan: And there have been people coming up to me and asking, “why did you do that? Do you want to get your arse fired?”, and I keep telling them the same thing that I'm gonna tell you now, Charlotte. I did all that, because I could. I'm an anarchist by heart, and I hate authority. I hated Jay Zero and Train a helluva lot, but I couldn't get near to them. So I've done the next best thing and gone for the big shot. The big daddy. And you know what? I know that he's not going to fire me tomorrow night, because in something that screams out the truth so much more than anything ever would, Chairman Gingerdude needs me more than I need him. It's true. Think about it. During the time where I was out of the ring, Which was about 18 months as you remember, this place was going to the dogs. You had poor attendances, poor buyrates, and poor viewing figures. It's not a coincidence when you notice that since my return, this place is getting back to the glory days. He pauses, looking at Charlotte, and smiling.Dan: 2009 is going to be the year of Dan White. I can feel it. I'm in the shape of my life, my desires and passions are rife, and I'm not going to let anyone, not even a little shit like Robinson break that. And Gingerdude knows it as well. So what's going to happen on Thursday? Dan lets out a broad, cheesy toothpaste advert smile.Dan: Well, you're just going to have to wait and see. There's another pop as Dan walks out, and the chords to “Anarchy in the UK” can be heard as Charlotte shakes her head. She's a bit annoyed, I mean she's still been unable to ask him about the fact that Jake Steele is his brother, but that'll have to be left for yet another day as we prepare for Dan White vs. Josh Robi-Robertson.
Fade Out.
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