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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:27:04 GMT -5
Segment: Jack and the Beanstalk Credit: Dave Shadow
As we cut backstage again, we find Dave Shadow standing in front of the camera, a big smile on his face and the Entertainment Championship slung over his shoulder, held proudly. He’s dressed in full wrestling gear, ready for his big match later tonight. Behind him is a simple black backgrounds; this is a no frills segment. Just Dave, one on one with the camera. As the cheering of the crowd in the arena dies down, Dave begins his monologue….
Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to now take this time to tell you a little story. It’s kind of similar to one I’m sure you’re all familiar with, but with just a little twist, courtesy of yours truly.
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a man. His name was Jack Jefferson and he liked to call himself a professional wrestler. Now, I should probably state here and now that he did have quite an amazing level of athleticism. But the problem was he knew this, and as such, could be described as a big jerk. He would spread all his time going round, swearing and trying to intimidate people into doing exactly what he wanted to do. Not that it ever worked mind you. For you see, as much as Jack liked to talk the talk, he wasn’t exactly the biggest superstar. This made him jealous of the other wrestlers of impressive build and ultimately made him bitter as well. He would take out his frustrations out on anyone who got in his way.
And then one day, he found something; a package with a name on it. It belonged to a doctor. The Doctor actually. A man who was here in ACW for a brief amount of time but unfortunately left. He was obsessed with achieving an amazing wrestling physique and apparently, he had left behind some of his stero..….. “magic beans” lying round in one of the dressing rooms backstage and forgot to take them with him on his way out the door.
Jack was excited. Here was a way he could become big and strong. These “magic beans” would help him improve his muscle building regimes by chemically altering his body to speed up the development of certain aspects of his physique during training. He ran home with the package but made a major mistake. See, Jefferson still lived with his mommy. And she saw the package and when she found out what was in it, she demanded he throw them away. She grabbed the “beans” and threw them out the window. Jack was angry and stormed off to his room. How dare she throw away his “magic beans”, and thus deprive him of becoming a superstar.
The next morning, Jack woke up and looked out his window. And to his amazement, there stood a GIANT Beanstalk, leading up into the heavens! How? It’s a fairytale and these things rarely make sense. Maybe the stero….”magic beans” had a reaction with a plant. Go with it here. It’s probably not the worst continuity problem you’ll see here tonight….>_>
Jack donned his wrestling gear and started to climb the beanstalk. Up and up he climbed, until he found himself peaking his head through the clouds. And what a sight he saw before him! A massive castle adorned in red and white flags with maple leafs on them. “Who could live here?” said Jack….before realizing how stupid it was that he was speaking to himself. He clambered up and started making his way towards the castle, walking on the clouds which to his amazement did support his weight.
He reached the doors which stood thirty feet high! He found a crack through which he was able to slip inside, and his eyes did open even wider than before. Everything was to scale in this castle. The chairs were massive; the tables seemed like mountains, and the TV screen! It was phenomenal.
However, his joy at finding something so amazing didn’t last long, as the ground started to shake underneath his feet. A loud voice echoed through the castle. “Fe Fi Fo Fefferson! I smell the smell of the one called Jefferson!” To Jack’s horror, a giant stepped through a door and started making its way towards him. “Fi Fi Fo Fade! You will fear the man they call Jonny Spade!” Jack began to run and slipped back under the crack in the door, starting to try and head towards the beanstalk. Cause you know. He was a complete wuss who was too scared to face Spade legitimately.
However, before he reached the stalk, another man appeared in front of him, riding on a massive white steed. The man was dressed in a perfect suit of armor, with an Entertainment Shaped belt around his waist. He took of his helmet to show of his amazing beauty, his silver hair blowing in the wind. “Do not fear, young child!”
“I’m a grown man” said Jack, pissed off.
“Oh” replied the man. “Well, still do not fear! My name is Dave Shadow and I am here to defeat the giant that is Jonny Spade!” Dave leaped down off his horse and as the giant approached him, he drew his sword. Dave fought long and hard with the giant. Then, just as he was about to beat the giant, Jack decided to interfere in the fight by attacking Spade as well. “God damn it!” said Dave. He had had enough interference so slashed Jack in the gut, before finishing off Spade as well.
The Entertainment Champion stood over the bodies of his fallen opponents, the belt still around his waist. For he had truly been the mightiest of the wrestlers. And he would continue to prove that to each and everyone who would ever doubt his power and the size of his heart. For although Spade was bigger than him and Jack was a dirty, cheating bastard, Dave knew his cause was just and his heart pure. And if this story should ever happen to be recreated…say in a more realistic setting…say at an ACW Pay Per View called Bloody Valentine….Dave knew he would triumph again.
And he would live happily ever after as Entertainment Champion!
Dave winks at the camera, and repositions the title belt on his shoulder, as we….
[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:27:30 GMT -5
Match 5: Dan White vs. Josh Robertson (Credit: Dan White) Philip: The following match, is now a No Disqualification Match!A pop from the crowd. “Now” a No DQ match confirms that the crowd knows which match this is.Philip: Coming to the ring first, weighing at 245 lbs....from Louisville, Kentucky, Josh Robertson!!Heavy jeers from the crowd as Josh Robertson walks out, no entrance music, of course. He looks determined to cause a stir in this match, but also somewhat weary about what Dan might have in store for him, especially since he's gotten his way, and turned the match into that of a No Disqualification one. Regardless, he enters the ring, allows the referee to check his boots, and awaits his opponent.McNally: He looks like a man on a missionEdison: True, but it doesn't mean I like the guy!ANARCHY!!!!!! [/size][/center] There's a massive pop as “Anarchy in the UK” by the Sex Pistols hits, and Dan White walks out, with the “weapon” he's been carrying about turning out to be his trusty tennis racquet. He's not in the mood for any games, and runs down to the ring, entering it with some speed, getting to his feet and holding his weapon up, causing Robertson to retreat to the outside of the ring. Dan then climbs up to a turnbuckle to another pop from the crowd, before jumping down.Philip: And his opponent, weighing at 242 lbs...from Cardiff, Wales, The Welsh Dragon Dan White!!!McNally: This crowd is really hot for this!The referee orders Dan to drop his weapon, and he reluctantly does so, as on that note Robertson slides into the ring and the referee signals for the bell. Both men lock up, but it's Robertson who gets the upper hand, sliding behind Dan and locking him into a waistlock. Dan tries to elbow his way out, but Robertson's agility and ability to duck is a big one, and he pushes Dan into the turnbuckle. Dan uses his feet to jump up onto each turnbuckle, flipping over Robertson's head and landing on his feet behind him, with the fans popping as Dan's initiative shows. Robertson is confused, looking around for White, and the Welsh Dragon allows Robertson to turn around, before unleashing some powerful open hand punches, each one to the cheers of the crowd. Robertson takes about five or six shots before the referee has to stand in on virtue of the duo being too close to the ropes, but Dan walks around the ring, arms raised, to huge cheers from the crowd. Robertson stumbles out of the turnbuckle, and straight into a Swinging Neckbreaker from Dan. Dan rolls Robertson into a cover, but the man from Kentucky manages to raise a shoulder before three, annoying Dan. McNally: Close call there by Dan, but he's not going to win this match that swiftlyEdison: Yeah, it's good, but it's not rightBoth men get back to their feet, and Dan, having given most of the punishment so far, is the more prepared man, locking Robertson up. He attempts an Irish Whip, but Robertson reverses it. Dan catapults into the ropes, and straight into an Arm Lock. Robertson Then grabs Dan around the waist and unleashes a nasty German Suplex. Dan crashes to the ground with a nasty thud, but that's not the end of things. Robertson holds the move into a pinfall attempt, and Dan struggles to kick out, leaving just milliseconds before kicking out of the cover. Both men scramble to their feet and Robertson smirks at Dan, knowing that with that move he may have just won the psychological battle between himself and the self-proclaimed “Mr. Omega Effect”. But Dan's skin is certainly thicker than that, and he's not going to allow Robertson to get away with something like that. They lock up again, and Dan whips Robertson against the ropes, Dan then grabs Robertson's arm, attempting to go for the Fujiwara Armbar to cheers from the crowd. But Robertson manages to fling Dan onto his back, and follows that up by grabbing Dan's leg and locking him in a keylock. Fortunately for Dan, the ropes are right next to him, and he grabs them with ease. McNally: Lucky there that Dan was close to the ropes. Robertson certainly knows his holds, and one time he might get a chance to put Dan in something with no ropes anywhere nearby for respiteBoth men are back up again, and Robertson has a smirk on his face, signaling that so far, the match has pretty much been in his favour. But he's brought back down to earth when Dan delivers a brutal SLAP! to his face! There's another cheer as a big red mark forms on Robertson's face, and his eyes are widened with the shock of it all. He turns around, angrily striking Dan in the stomach, doubling him over. He tries to go for a Snap Suplex, but Dan holds his ground, and reverses it into the Spinechiller! There's another pop, as Dan scrambles over and makes the cover, but frustratingly once again, Robertson kicks out before three, and both Dan and the crowd sigh, although knowing that it certainly will take a lot more than that to keep Robertson on the floor. Both men get back to their feet, and Dan gets Robertson at the ropes. Dan tries to lift Robertson into a Suplex, but Robertson grabs the legs with his feet, landing on the apron. Robertson swings a punch, but Dan manages to duck it. He gets up, grabbing Robertson around the neck, flinging him up off the ropes and into the Crackpot Innuendo!!!McNally: Brilliant! What a move by the Welshman!!!Edison: That was awesome!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:28:03 GMT -5
The cheers around the arena are heard, and Dan begins to climb the turnbuckle, reaching the top. He launches off into The Welsh Dragon (Corkscrew Moonsault), but to his disappointment, Robertson rolls out of the way! There are several boos from the crowd as Dan crashes onto nothing, and Robertson, albeit hurting almost all over from the variety of moves Dan had on show, manages to pull himself up with the aid of the ropes. Dan is close to his feet as well, but he looks quite worse off. You don't take a 6-foot drop to your back and simply walk into Mordor. Robertson grabs him from behind, and plants him with the Shock Treatment (Gutwrench Suplex). It's a ring-shattering move, and is worthy of making the cover. Fortunately for the Welsh Dragon, he's able to muster up enough energy to kick out, and almost instantaneously, Robertson is up in the referee's face, demanding a three-count. But this only spurs Dan on, and he manages to pull himself to his feet, with a look on his face that pretty much says that Robertson better watch himself. The thing is, Robertson is too focused on trying to get the referee to change his mind, and so doesn't see Dan leap to his feet and plant him with a clothesline from behind.
McNally: Dan's got one back over Robertson! Never cancel him out!!
Even though Robertson takes down the referee at the same time, there's still a pop from the crowd, as Dan exits the ring. He pulls up the apron, and brings out his modified tennis racquet. To the ill-informed, Dan's racquet has been restringed, to the point where all the strings have been replaced by barbed wire. It's a nasty piece of equipment, but it's certainly going to be the catalyst for Dan to get Game, Set, Match (awful, awful joke, I know). He re-enters the ring, and Robertson is slowly managing to get back to his feet. Dan kicks Robertson in the side, and only the retreat of the turnbuckle stops Robertson from flying over. Dan then lifts his tennis racquet up to massive cheers from the crowd, and begins rubbing it against Robertson's face!
McNally: Oh my! Dan's really dishing out the punishment now! Edison: He's taking this too far! Ban him, ban him now!!
Blood is quick to fly out of Robertson's forehead and splatter across the racquet and ring alike. Dan eventually releases the racquet from Robertson's face, taking a couple of steps backwards, turning around, raising the the racquet and getting another large pop from the crowd. Robertson staggers out of his turnbuckle, and Dan turns around, giving him a full whack of the racquet into the stomach to another pop. Doubled over, there's not much Robertson can do, and he succumbs to the next move in Dan's arsenal, a Russian Leg Sweep. Dan releases the tennis racquet to the outside of the ring, and goes to make a cover. Unfortunately for him, the referee is still down, and Dan rolls his eyes. He walks over to the ref, poking him and nudging him with his foot, and the referee begins to stir. Dan attempts to take out the middle man and simply hoist the ref back up, resting him in the turnbuckle. But to his surprise, Robertson suddenly grabs him and rolls him into a Schoolboy!!
ONE....
TWO....
THR-Kickout by Dan!!!
McNally: Oooh, that was close! If Dan had lost there....well, let's just say I wouldn't want to be around for the backlash!
Dan's back to his feet, but he's shocked ad angry at Robertson. Had Robertson nicked the win there, given the circumstances of the match so far, it would have been a monumental shock. And the rollup has angered Dan. He gets up to his feet, offering a mighty boot into Robertson's face to make sure he stays on the floor. He then exits the ring, and grabs a steel chair, again to pops from the crowd. He re-enters the ring, readies the chair, and whacks it against Robertson's back. The sound is deafening, and Robertson screams out with pain. Dan repeats this three or four more times, with the referee helpless to do anything about it; it IS a no-DQ match, after all. With Robertson almost crippled, Dan decides to offer him some form of sympathy, dropping the chair. There's joking boos from the crowd as Dan decides to let Robertson get to his feet, slowly and sluggishly. Although little do the crowd know, Dan has something else up his sleeve as he waits for Robertson to get up to his feet. Once the Kentuckian is up, Dan races up, legs stretched, and...
McNally: RICHARD PROKAS TACKLE!! WE'VE NOT SEEN THAT SINCE OMEGA EFFECT IV!!! Edison: DAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNGEEEEEEERRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOUUUUUUSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:28:24 GMT -5
Robertson is on the floor, his ankles absolutely fucked, for lack of a better term. In such a rare appearance of that shockingly terrible move, the fans are going absolutely mental. Dan's even got a wee hobble on his foot, showcasing how much anger and force he put into the move. The match is as good as over, and it wouldn't be a surprise to find out if Robertson's ankle was indeed broken. But the match isn't over, as there still needs to be a pinfall or submission. The referee almost considers stopping the match, but Dan has one final trick waiting. He grabs the steel chair, slightly unfolding it and then sliding it over Robertson's arms. The fans are confused, but as Dan locks in the FUJIWARA ARMBAR, there's a pop from the crowd, and the added bonus of the chair causes absolutely immense pain and cries from Robertson begin to form. But Dan shows no remorse, locking in the headscissors, pretty much meaning that the Submission Master has to either tap out and lose some dignity, or retain it all and possibly lose his arm.
Robertson: AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
McNally: Robertson! Tap out before you lose your arm as well as your ankle! Edison: Stop the match! Somebody!
The referee looks on with caution in his eyes. He asks Robertson to tap, but he refuses to. The sounds of bones crunching can almost be heard under the groans of Robertson and the cheers of the crowd, the intensity in Dan's voice. And it's not too long before the referee orders the bell, and Dan releases the hold to loud pops.
Philip: Here is your winner as a result of a referee stoppage...The Welsh Dragon Dan White!!
McNally: Brutal, sheer brutal. I think that's a sign that you do NOT mess with Dan White. Edison: He should be banned! I've said it before, and I'll say it again!
Dan smirks as he gets to his feet, and “Anarchy in the UK” plays again. He looks up at the titantron, and then curiously up at the “Omega Effect V” sign that's brandished over in the rafters. He points to it, before throwing his arms up and exiting the ring. He proved a point tonight. No matter how much you can piss around, he is still a very dangerous man, and that's something that should be made very, very clear.
But there's another curious point. As Dan starts walking up the ramp, he pauses suddenly. He looks over, and the camera pans over, to witnessing fellow Brits Jack Jefferson and Jonny Hughes standing at the top of the ramp, applauding the Welshman. Both men have matches not long after this one, and it's obviously a pretty curious sight to see. Dan's eyes widen, he doesn't know what to think of it, but both men walk back through the curtains without a chance for the Welsh Dragon to get a word in. He shrugs his shoulders, and continues walking up.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:28:53 GMT -5
Segment: Live ACW Blog with the (Well, A…) Champion! Credit: Dave Shadow
Welcome to ACW’s Live PPV Blog. Please remember to be courteous at all times. Swearing will not be tolerated. All messages will be reviewed before posting. Please enter a username…. Welcome TKFAN124431!!1!! K.Anderson Says:Well, at this time, it’s my pleasure to tell you that we are now going to be joined by a very special guest. He’s taking some time out before his big match tonight against Jonny Spade and Jack Jefferson to be here. He is the ET Champion….DAVE SHADOW! Dave Says:^_^K Anderson Says:Welcome to the blog Dave. Excited about your match tonight? Dave Says:Yeah, I really am actually. I can’t wait to get out to that ring and show people what I’m made of. K.Anderson Says:Well you’ve certainly got your work cut out for you tonight. Dave Says:Don’t I always? LOL!K.Anderson Says:Well, let’s see what questions we’ve got for you now at this time….Ok, here we go… Mike Fresh Says:Yo Dave, I'm a Jefferson and Shadow mark. Spade, eh. >_> I was wondering, maybe you and Jefferson should pull a Chyna/Jericho and pin Spade at the same time, so I can mark the fuck out. Dave Says:Haha. Well, I hate to disappoint you Fresh, but I’ve got no plans to share my title or the win tonight with anyone. I’m afraid I’m going to have to leave you half disappointed. Jack won’t be getting any pins tonight, but I will be. I guess it will all come down to whether you’re one of those “Glass half full” guys as to whether you enjoy my match.K.Anderson Says: Confident then? >_> Dave Says:Oh yeah! ADVERTISEMENT: REMEMBER ITS NOT TO LATE TO ORDER ACW BLOODY VALENTINE! ORDER NOW! ORDER NOW!
K.Anderson Says:Ok, next question…. XS316 Says:Dave Shadow, are you looking to break Kudo's 212 day reign as ET champ? And have you seen where my keys went?Dave Says:Ah well, you know. Anything under a year long reign is a failure in my book >_> jk. Obviously, I’d love to hold this championship for as long as I humanly can, and I will refuse to give up the belt until someone pries it from my dead hands. As for your keys….how the hell would I know? Did you check the door? I often leave the keys in the door. <_< WelshDragon Says:Hey Dave, how do you feel about the fact that Wales are going to own you in the 6 Nations?Dave Says: Is that a rugby question? I’ve never followed Rugby tbh. Not that I have anything against the sport. I respect all forms of athleticism. But I’m more of a football fan.K.Anderson Says: Yeah? What team do you support? Dave Says:Man Utd all the way. K.Anderson Says:OH! You mean Soccer? Dave Says:<_<K.Anderson Says:>_> Next question…. D.MainAttraction Says:Mr. Shadow, your subscription to AllAsianXXX and sister websites (such as KERRANG! and FOX News) is scheduled to run out in exactly one month and we have recieved no payment for the continuation of said account. If you would like to continue using our five-star facilities for another year then we suggest you send us a cheque with the subscription. You have been a valued member on our forums and a valued customer for 12 years now and we implore you to continue your subscription to us who have been a reliable supplier of videos of beautiful women and heavy metal.
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Signed, Ralph Murdoch CEO of Masturbator MediaDave Says:K.Anderson Says:Oh crap, sorry. That one wasn’t meant to go through. Dave Says:WTF? K.Anderson Says:>_< Try again…. Brent Garland Says:Dave Shadow, why are you such a punk ass who's turned his back on his past... And are you ready for me taking that shiny championship from you?Dave Says:Brent Garland, huh? ¬_¬ Fair enough, I’ll answer. There seems to be a common misconception that I’ve turned my back on the past. I’ve not. I simply do not clutch to past glories for everything they are worth. I prefer to look to the future. See, I could go on and on about GWF and the titles I won there and how awesome that was. But that’s not how I roll! I prefer to look to the future. One filled with ACW accolades and title wins. One filled with bright lights and cheering fans. The future is bright, so why would I want to hide in the shadows of the past? As for taking my belt, I’m not going to be hiding anywhere Brent. Harlem Superman says:Bowers or Briefs? Also, Bar Rafaeli or Marrisa Miller? Dave Says:Hmm, defo boxers for the first question. Briefs are always so uncomfortable IMO. As for the chicks, I’ve never heard of either of them But since I’m on a computer….Dang! Hmm, tough choice? Can I take this moment to pull a Tommy Dreamer and say “I’ll take them both! I’m Hardcore?”K.Anderson Says: Haha. Well, thanks for being here tonight Dave. I guess we should be letting you head now to get ready for your match with Spade and Jefferson. Good luck. Dave Says: Thanks, and thanks to all my fans who joined us here today. ^_^ K.Anderson Says: And remember, if you’ve not bought the PPV yet, you’re missing out on an amazing show thus far!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:29:36 GMT -5
Generic Pre-Match Hype Credit: Jonny Hughes[/center] It’s a few minutes before this evening’s Falls Count Anywhere match and we find one of the competitors standing by with Charlotte King in the ACW interview area, this competitor is none other than “Spitfire” Jonny Hughes who is joined by his agent Brian Bravado who is walking rather sheepishly and is wearing a rather large, perhaps even slightly oversized, neck brace after his encounter with Jason Freeman on Monday. Hughes is looking all business tonight and is dressed in his finest of ring gear, the variant that he usually reserves for those special occasions, he has his wrists and fists taped, has both elbows well protected with some added elbow pads and perhaps most importantly, has a look of intensity in his eyes. Tonight is an important night for Hughes, tonight is the night he gets to unleash his anger on his rival Jason Freeman and the strain of waiting for the start of the interview seems to be getting to him as he begins to pace around. Thankfully, Charlotte King gets the signal from the production crew for the interview to begin and she taps Hughes on the shoulder to begin the interview.Charlotte King: Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen, Charlotte King here and I joined at this time by “Spitfire” Jonny Hughes and Brian Bravado. Jonny, you are just moments away from your Falls Count Anywhere match with Jason Freeman, can I get your thoughts heading into his momentous match? Hughes: You certainly can Charlotte...Ladies and Gentlemen, what you see before you is a man who is focused on his primary objective and a man who will stop at nothing to achieve his objective.Charlotte: And what is this ‘primary objective’? Hughes: It’s simple Miss King, my primary objective is to destroy Jason Freeman. Tell me Charlotte, when you look at me what do you see that is different?Charlotte: Umm...Is it a new haircut? Hughes: Well...yes but that’s not what I was talking about, I was talking about my ring gear Charlotte.Charlotte: Oh, yeah, it’s very nice. The camera pans out to show a full length shot of Jonny Hughes who is dressed in a ring gear that he reserves for big matches. Instead of his usual black or white tights he is wearing some British army style camouflage tights with matching kickpads. The camera then moves back to his original position.Hughes: You see, I thought it was fitting for me to be wearing camouflage for this match because it’s more than just a wrestling match...no tonight is going to be a war. Jason Freeman and I will not be wrestling, we’ll be doing battle and this arena will be our battlefield. We will not be confined to the constraints of the ring, yes there probably will be some fighting in the ring given that we start inside it but that’s beside the point...You see tonight, anything goes and falls count anywhere so it doesn’t matter if the battle takes us into the cafeteria or if it even takes us into the women’s locker room...this match can and will take place anywhere...You know for once I have to give credit to our ‘beloved’ Chairman Jonathan Gingerdude, he’s made one hell of a call by making this match a Falls Count Anywhere match...I just hope your cameramen can keep up with the action...because you’re not going to want to miss a second of it.And with that Hughes quickly vacates the interview area and heads for the ring, followed by his agent Brian Bravado who rather sheepishly holds his neck as they hurry their way to the ringside area. The camera slowly pans back to Charlotte King who quickly turns back to face it before delivering her final line.Charlotte: And the Falls Count Anywhere match between Jonny Hughes and Jason Freeman is coming up next... Fade
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:30:52 GMT -5
Jonny Hughes versus Jason FreemanFalls Count AnywhereCredit: Jonny Hughes & Jason Freeman Time Limit: 30 minutes Referee: Keiji Makabe The ACW fans are standing by, patiently waiting for the next contest to begin. They cheer loudly when they see Philip Jones making his way into the ring with a microphone in hand. Philip Jones: Ladies and Gentlemen the following match is scheduled for one fall and is a Falls Count Anywhere match. Your official for this match is Keiji Makabe.Mild cheers from the crowd for the announcement of ACW’s veteran referee Keiji Makabe. Philip: Introducing first...AAAAAaaaaAAAAAaaaaAAAAAaaaaahhhhhhhhhThe murmuring of the assembled crowd is suddenly interrupted by the soothingly melodic female vocal that begins Spitfire by The Prodigy. The audience begin to boo as the synthesised beats of Spitfire play over the AlphaTron, the lights of the AlphaTron flash in alternating colours in time with the music creating an impressive visual. Suddenly the music picks up with a heavy drum and base beat and Jonny Hughes makes his way out of the curtain to a mixed response from the fans. He walks out towards the edge of the ramp and stands there, eyes fixed on the ring the whole time, as he awaits a burst of white pyro and the opening lyrics of the song.‘If I was in World War Two They’d Call Me Spitfire!’Philip: Making his way to the ring, he hails from Hartlepool, England and weighed in this morning at 220 pounds, he is “Spitfire” Jonny Huuuughhhesssss.Hughes makes his way down towards the ring, paying no attention to the fans as he passes them, instead keeping his focus on the ring ahead of him. He stops as he reaches the end of the walkway and looks around the arena before he makes his way to the steel steps and jogs up them and quickly enters the ring before climbing onto the top rope, instead of his usual posing Hughes opts to simply stand still on the top rope with his eyes now fixed on the entrance ramp, he drops off the top rope and walks into the opposite corner and once again stands perfectly still before dropping off the top rope and removing his jacket and tossing it and his towel to the stage hand outside the ring as he waits for the start of his match.Jonny Hughes stands in his corner as referee Keiji Makabe checks Hughes over for any hidden weapons on his person, Hughes impatiently pushes Makabe away whilst keeping his eyes fixed on the entrance ramp for any signs of Jason Freeman. Philip: And his opponent... ‘Ugly’ by The Exiles starts to play over the AlphaTron, the fans all rise to their feet in an expectant fashion, they watch as Jason Freeman bursts out of the curtain and onto the entrance ramp. He removes his entrance gear and tosses it to the ground behind him before pointing to the ring. Freeman then charges towards the ring at full speed, not wanting to waste a second of the match’s time limit. Philip Jones spots this and hurriedly make his way out of the ring so he can finish the ring introduction of Jason Freeman out of harm’s way. Philip: From Long Island, New York, he weighs 230 pounds...Jaaaasssonnn Freeemannn!
Jason Freeman slides straight into the ring and meets Hughes in the center of the ring, they stare at each other intently for a few seconds. Keiji Makabe calls for the opening bell...
Ding Ding Ding
At the sound of the bell Hughes and Freeman burst into action, firing rights and lefts at each other in a furious pace. Freeman takes an early advantage by delivering a quick knee to Hughes’ midsection which causes Hughes to double over, Freeman then quickly rushes against the ropes and calls for the Shining Axe Kick in an attempt to finish this match early. Hughes, knowing Freeman well, manages to sidestep the attempt before delivering a furious chop to the chest of Jason Freeman as Freeman turns around. Hughes follows up with a series of open-handed chops and slaps delivered to the chest and face of Jason Freeman who staggers back into the corner, Hughes continues his assault with some more chops, forearms, elbow strikes and kicks that each make a deafening sound on impact. Once Hughes has delivered his final chop Jason Freeman falls to the floor as Hughes stands above his fallen rival. Hughes attempts to follow up his assault and heads towards Freeman who quickly grabs a hold of Hughes’ tights and drives Hughes’ face into the second turnbuckle. Freeman gets to his feet and delivers some stomps aimed at the base of the neck of Jonny Hughes, Freeman then drags Hughes up to his feet and delivers some clubbing blows to the back of Hughes’ neck before hooking Hughes in a front chancery. Freeman then delivers some knee lifts to the midsection of Hughes before executing a swift Overhead Suplex which he follows up with an early pinfall attempt.
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T-Kickout by Hughes
Freeman barely acknowledges the fact that his pinfall attempt did not secure him the win, it would have been naive of him to assume that he could end this match early and after only a suplex. Jason decides to drag Hughes to his feet but has his attempt countered when Hughes executes a swift drop toehold that drives the face of Jason Freeman into the mat with great velocity. Hughes quickly gets to his feet and decides to forgo the wrestling aspect of this match and heads for the outside, he lifts up the ring skirt and disappears under the ring for a few seconds before emerging with a steel chair and a kendo stick. Hughes raises the chair up symbolically and smashes it against the ring apron in a show of the rigidness of the steel chair, just as Hughes stops smashing the chair against the ring apron he is hit by the flying feet of Jason Freeman who has been playing possum in the ring and has picked the perfect opportunity to hit a Baseball Slide to the outside that sends the hard steel of the chair flying into the face of Jonny Hughes. The fans at ringside cheer the high-impact and hard hitting nature of this affair as Jason Freeman continues with his attack, dragging Hughes to his feet before driving Hughes’ back into the hard edge of the ring apron. Hughes recoils in pain as Freeman grabs hold of the nearby steel chair and stalks his opponent. Freeman looks down at Jonny Hughes and then looks at the steel chair in his hand, after what took place two weeks ago when Hughes ambushed Freeman with a chair and decimated his neck with not one but two Dream Shatterer Brainbusters onto a chair it’s safe to say that Jason Freeman has been eagerly anticipating the opportunity to get some payback on his rival. Freeman continues to stalk Hughes who is moving slowly around the ring, Hughes starts to get to his feet and is caught square in the back by a vicious chairshot. Freeman quickly follows up with yet another chairshot delivered to the back of Hughes’ neck before dropping the chair to the floor, Freeman drags Hughes to his feet and hoists Hughes in the air with a Scoop Slam hold, he holds Hughes in the air for a few seconds, allowing the blood to rush to the head of Hughes before he drives Hughes’ body down hard onto the steel chair he had dropped onto the floor. Freeman attempts a cover.
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Kickout
Hughes powers out of the pinfall attempt, showing that there’s still plenty of life left in him. This time Freeman shows a little bit of frustration but does not allow it to consume him, instead he grabs hold of Hughes’ head and begins to deliver some hard punches to the forehead, each blow delivered with increasing ferocity. Freeman drags Hughes to his feet and rolls him into the ring before sliding the steel chair back in with him. Hughes slowly works his way back up to his hands and knees, he spots that Freeman is making his way over to him with some rather violent intentions and springs to his feet delivering some harsh kicks to the legs of Jason Freeman, he delivers a quick kick to the side of the knee of Jason Freeman who buckles and drops to one knee, Hughes then follows up with a well measured kick to the chest of Jason Freeman who yells in pain/anger and screams at Hughes.
Freeman: IS THAT ALL YOU’VE GOT?! HIT ME! HIT ME!
Hughes’ face breaks out into a smirk and he slowly circles around Jason Freeman before measuring him up and hitting him with a sickening kick that hits Jason Freeman directly in the face. Freeman slumps to the floor after being hit with such force as Hughes laughs at Freeman, he did tell Hughes to hit him, but in hindsight he shouldn’t have riled up a man who already hates him as it is. Hughes wastes little time and delivers some quick stomps to the prone body of Jason Freeman, Hughes allows Freeman a chance to get to his feet but as soon as it looks like Freeman is about to reach a vertical base Hughes kicks Freeman in the face once again.
Hughes: Come on Jason. Come on...Stand up!...Be a Man!
Jonny Hughes’ words serve to drive on Jason Freeman who lets out an angered scream and starts to get to his feet, Hughes delivers some knife edged chops to Freeman as he rises to his feet but they seem to have little to zero effect as a fired up Freeman powers his way up to his feet. Hughes delivers a few more chops and slaps to Freeman who shrugs off the attacks and spits in the face of Jonny Hughes before hitting Hughes with some open handed slaps to the face which send Hughes stumbling towards the nearby ropes. Freeman ties Hughes’ arms in the ropes and delivers some more harsh open handed slaps to the face and neck of Jonny Hughes before taking a few steps backwards and slaps his leg, signalling for his running jump bicycle kick, he charges against the ropes opposite with the intent of hitting Hughes as hard as possible but is caught by surprise when Hughes reverses the attempt at a Bicycle Kick into a Back Body Drop over the top rope, Freeman manages to grab hold of the top rope and uses it to save himself from a painful landing and guide himself onto the safety of the ring apron. No sooner has Freeman landed on the ring apron is he caught by Hughes’ patented...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:31:16 GMT -5
Roaring Elbow~! The crowd share a collective gasp as the sound of Hughes’ roaring elbow echoes throughout the ACW Arena. Jason Freeman drops from the ring apron, shocked by the unexpected nature of the Roaring Elbow which Hughes executed immediately after his attempted Back Body Drop as he had anticipated a man of Freeman’s experience would have managed to grab hold of the top rope to prevent falling to the floor. Hughes pauses for a moment to catch his breath as he watches the body of Jason Freeman stir on the floor on the outside of the ring, he waits a few moments for Freeman to get to his feet before charging the ropes and hitting his seldom seen Flying Forearm Topé Suicido he calls Spitfire. The fans gasp in awe after what they’ve just seen, they’re not accustomed to seeing Jonny Hughes take such high risk and perform moves such as a suicide dive but big matches call for big moves and Spitfire is one of those big moves. Freeman and Hughes both stagger their way to their feet and resume the battle with Hughes delivering a stiff knife edged chop to the chest of Freeman that echoes throughout the arena, Freeman stumbles his way up the ramp and towards the curtain as Hughes is in hot pursuit. Freeman tries to get to his feet but slips, allowing Hughes to hit him with a clubbing forearm shot before dragging him to his feet and tossing him through the entrance curtain and into the backstage area. The fans all share a collective boo as the action moves away from the ring area. The cameraman follows the action through the curtain to find… Hughes in control, slamming Freeman’s head forward into the wall. Freeman sinks to the ground, and Hughes hits him with a couple stiff kicks, before Freeman begins to get up to his feet. Hughes goes to grab him again, but Freeman charges forward, spearing Hughes into the opposite wall. Hughes’s back hits hard, and then Freeman grabs Hughes by the head, and slams him backwards, cracking the back of his head right into the wall. This one causes Hughes to fall down, and he crawls forward a bit, Freeman following him. Hughes gets up, only to receive a punch to the face by Freeman, and he begins to stumble back, with Freeman walking towards him. Freeman walks faster catching up to him, and grabs him, bringing him forward down the hallway. They pass a table that has been laid out with food, and Freeman smashes Hughes head down onto the table, before grabbing the table cloth and pulling it off, knocking all the plates of food to the floor, and leaving just the wooden table underneath. Freeman grabs the table and moves it away from the wall, putting it in the middle of the hallway, before turning back to Hughes. Hughes throws a knee into Freeman’s midsection, and grabs him, again slamming him right into the wall. Freeman turns back towards Hughes, and gets kneed in the gut again. Hughes turns and looks at the table, and then lifts Freeman up into the air in position for a fisherman’s suplex! He begins backing up, intending to slam him through the table, but Freeman begins to writhe free, eventually escaping Hughes’s grip and getting back to his feet though tripping to the ground. Hughes comes forward, and bends down to lift him up, but Freeman spins…SMASHING a plate he had picked up off the ground right into Hughes’s head! Luckily for Freeman he had knocked them off the table before and one was within reach. Hughes clutches his head and Freeman gets off his feet, taking this moment to capitalize. Seeing a door, he grabs Hughes and runs towards it, throwing Hughes shoulder first right into it. It opens as he smashes it and Hughes falls forward into the room. Freeman then comes in to see that this door was the door that leads to a staircase that goes down to a lower floor of the arena. He grabs Hughes and begins to drag him towards the stairs, before lifting him to his feet, intending to throw him down them. Hughes’s shoulder is in pain and he’s a bit groggy but he snaps to life when he realizes what Freeman is about to do, and throws a stiff punch that connects right with Freeman’s mouth. He then grabs Freeman intending to throw him down the staircase now. The two grapple on top of the stairs and begin to trade stiff blows back and forth. They both wobble for a second, almost falling down together, before they steady themselves and trade blows. Hughes catches one of Freeman’s punches, and pulls him in to a knee to the midsection, before backing up, and then running forward as Freeman stands. Hughes nails a YAKUZA KICK and Freeman falls backwards, tumbling down the staircase to the bottom! Hughes catches his breath on top of the stairs, and then slowly descends to where Freeman lays on the ground barely stirring. Hughes takes his time, and walks over to Freeman, looking down. Freeman doesn’t move and so Hughes drops into a cover. 1 . . . 2 . . . Freeman gets the shoulder up somehow! Hughes gets up and stomps on him a couple of times out of anger, before grabbing Freeman’s arm and beginning to drag him. He spots a door, and so he opens it up, and drags Freeman inside. They have now entered what is obviously a weight room, with tons of exercise equipment and various weights. Hughes walks around looking for something that can be used to devastating effect. He picks up a very heavy looking dumbbell with some effort, and nods to himself, before turning to walk towards Freeman, ONLY TO BE SMASHED IN THE MIDSECTION WITH A STEEL CHAIR. Freeman is slowly getting to his feet, and has grabbed a chair that was next to where he was lying. Hughes bends down clutching his gut, as Freeman stands. Hughes gets back up, and CRACK Freeman brings the chair right down on his head. Freeman falls over, still a bit stunned from his fall down the stairs, but Hughes falls backwards, the chair doing its damage. Freeman gets up again, stumbling, but then standing straight up. There is blood trickling down his chin. One of Hughes’s punches to the mouth has apparently drawn blood from something, most likely from his lip. Hughes has fallen backwards, and has managed to fall right onto one of the benchpresses, lying on his back. It seems that somebody very big had been using this last, because the weights are huge. Most likely somebody like Thunderkiss or Thunder Train. Freeman sees how he can use that to his advantage however. He walks over to the back of it, and attempts to lift the weights, but he is unable. That seems to make him smirk for some reason, however. He squats, puts his shoulder and hands against it, and pushes up as hard as he can…managing to budge it up, and let it fall right down on Hughes’s chest! Hughes gasps for breath and before he can even attempt to move out of it, Freeman is straddling him, pushing down on the bar as hard as he can. Freeman: CMON HUGHES! CMON! LET’S SEE YA FIGHT COME ON! And Hughes attempts to push the weight off of him, but the combined weight of Freeman and the actual weights is too much to push up on. The referee suddenly begins counting realizing that Hughes’s shoulders are technically pinned even if he’s not exactly on the floor, but after all, Falls Count Anywhere! 1 . . . 2 . . . And Hughes manages to get his shoulders and upper body off the ground somehow straining hard as the weight is on his chest and Freeman pushes harder. Freeman: OH WHAT, NO MORE FIGHT?! And then Freeman bends down and begins hitting stiff punches to Hughes’s face. Hughes manages to throw Freeman off to the side, and Freeman falls forward, landing on the bar as he falls, and as a result bringing it off of Hughes. The bar flips to the floor, and Freeman rolls over barely avoiding it. Hughes gasps for breath and rolls off of the bench press, and weights for Freeman to begin to get up, only to run forward and hit a swift kick right to his side, bringing him back to the ground. Hughes goes over and picks the steel chair up that Freeman used to hit him with and grabs it. Still clutching his chest and gasping a bit, he glares at Freeman who’s getting up. Hughes swings the chair, waiting, waiting, and Freeman stands and turns into it. Hughes swings and connects right with Freeman’s head, and Freeman falls backwards onto the ground. Hughes looks around, looking for another weapon to put to use, but instead he puts the chair on the ground, and with a sick determination in his eyes he makes his way forward grabbing Freeman, and bringing him up to his feet. He lifts him up in the air…he’s looking for the dream shatterer! Freeman is stunned but he acts on instinct, and manages to wriggle free and land behind Hughes. Hughes turns and Freeman reaches forward and grabs him and hits him with a lifting complete shot right onto the chair! He goes to cover 1 . . . 2 . . . Kick out by Hughes. Freeman sits up and wipes blood from his chin. Blood seems to be trickling down Hughes chin as well possibly from that complete shot. Freeman now falls backwards as he tries to stand, that chairshot taking its effect. He pauses regaining himself, and then stands and grabs Hughes, and drags him out into the hallway once more. Hughes is stirring and Freeman is pulling him out down the hallway. Freeman, dragging Hughes behind him turns the corner, and finds himself in a more dimly lit backstage area, where another few tables are set up for some purpose that is of no importance anymore. What matters is what they’re ABOUT to be used for. Hughes is crawling away slightly, going through another door, and Freeman grabs the table and follows him. This door leads to another staircase, this one going up back to the main floor of the arena. Freeman sets up the table and then turns towards Hughes, but now Hughes is getting up, and Hughes counters with an uppercut as Freeman tries to bend down towards him. Freeman bounces back and leans against the wall. Hughes stands and Freeman runs forward only to be swung around into The Showpiece! Hughes pins and McKabe who has been following the action this whole time bends to count the pin. 1 . . . 2 . . . And Freeman kicks out! Not seeming angry, merely determined, Hughes glances down and stands up, grabbing Freeman and dragging him to his feet, before grabbing him and placing him on top of the table, and dragging it next to the staircase. Hughes walks up the steps until he makes it to a landing, halfway up the stairs. He isn’t that high up, but it is a decent height nonetheless. Hughes then turns and grabs the railing with his hands, looking down at Freeman directly under him, and beginning (to many people’s surprise) to put his foot on the railing…his intention clear. He is planning on jumping down onto Freeman! He begins to slowly get his balance, and get to the top when Freeman, who has been playing possum, snaps up, and yanks his boot off his foot throwing it up at Hughes! Hughes has no time to react and the throw is good, hitting Hughes square in the head, and causing him to fall backwards. Obviously when Hughes was making his way up the staircase Freeman had managed to loosen his boot, thinking quickly. Now Freeman slowly follows Hughes up the stairs. Hughes is up on his feet again, and throws a punch at Freeman, but Freeman ducks, getting behind Hughes and lifting him up for a backdrop before leaning back and throwing Hughes backwards, right over the railing and crashing through the table! It’s not a HUGE drop but a significant one nonetheless. Freeman makes his way down the steps, grinning to himself, before putting his boot back on his foot, and going for the pin. 1 . . . 2 . . . And Hughes kicks out! Freeman glares, and without skipping a beat, grabs Hughes beginning to pull the motionless Hughes up the stairs with him once more. Freeman brings Hughes through a door and down a hallway, Hughes not moving much. Eventually Hughes begins to fight Freeman off. Freeman turns and nails a kick to his face, but Hughes rolls over to his knees and begins hitting Freeman with punches, nailing a nice headbutt that causes Freeman to stumble back clutching his head. Freeman though then turns around and grabs a chair that had been set up…obviously for sitting in, but now it will be used for another purpose. Freeman holds it up…and then Hughes…back up? And then…turn? Hughes begins to seemingly run from Freeman who chases him down. Has Hughes realized that Freeman may be able to get a victory here? Freeman is in pursuit, as Hughes makes his way out and it seems that they have gone around in a full circle because they are making their way back out onto the stage! Freeman comes out a second after Hughes does, chair in hand, blood trickling down from his mouth. Hughes backs up, and looks, and sees a scaffolding that is set up over the floor as part of the PPV set, and he begins to climb up. Freeman is not going to let Hughes escape and he drops the chair making sure to follow closely after him, until bo Freeman and Hughes find themselves brawling atop some rather unsafe looking scaffolding, swapping blow after blow, shot after shot all the while standing in a rather perilous position a good 15 feet above the hard concrete floor. Match official Keiji Makabe has given up on following the action as diligently as he usually would and has chosen to not follow the competitors to the top of the scaffold. Freeman takes a quick shortcut and gouges the eyes of Hughes who immediately clutches them in agony, Freeman takes a few seconds to catch his breath before kicking Hughes in the midsection and dropping him with a quick DDT. Hughes’ face smashes into the wooden panelling of the scaffolding which lets out an almighty groan and rocks from the impact, causing Jason Freeman to stumble in an attempt to gather his bearings. Several ACW crew members including EMTs have started to gather nearby, knowing that the current situation Hughes and Freeman find themselves in could lead to serious injury for one if not both of the men involved. They gasp in suspense as the scaffold creaks and groans before setting itself and stabilising, Jason Freeman slowly makes his way over to the edge of the scaffolding where he finds one of the many industrial sized wheel bins that are placed around the backstage area of the ACW Arena. He looks down at the bin before looking back to Hughes who is slowly stirring and makes a sickening plan. The members of the crew all sense Freeman’s thought process and begin to plead with him, they may not like Hughes or even Freeman for that matter but they don’t want to see anybody seriously injured. Freeman slowly makes his way over to Hughes, partly in a predatory fashion but mainly down to fatigue, when he reaches Hughes he delivers a few clubbing blows to the back, stomping would be dangerous given the precarious position Freeman finds himself in. He drags Hughes slowly to his feet and leads him to the edge, he grabs hold of Hughes’ semi-conscious face and motions towards the bin. Freeman: It’s over Hughes...I’m ending this. Freeman drags Hughes’ head and locks it under his arm in a front chancery, he then grabs Hughes’ right arm and drapes it over his back before grabbing a grip of Hughes tights at the hip, he steadies himself and attempts to hoist Hughes in the air for a suplex attempt but Hughes fights it, kicking out in an attempt to unbalance Freeman. Hughes drops to his feet but Freeman tries again, this time managing to life Hughes a few inches higher before Jonny is able to force Freeman to lose his balance. This time when Hughes drops to his feet he drops to one knee and grabs a tight hold of Freeman’s waist in a desperate attempt to prevent Freeman suplexing him off the ledge and into the bin. Freeman delivers a few clubbing blows to the back out of frustration and even manages to deliver a stiff knee lift that catches Hughes in the chin and sends him loopy, Freeman notices a slight give in Hughes’ resistance and quickly hoists him in the air for a suplex, he steps towards the edge of the scaffold platform as the members of staff look on in horror as do the fans in attendance. Just when it looks like Freeman is about to drop Hughes off the ledge Hughes catches Freeman with a last ditch manoeuvre, a stiff knee to the crown of Freeman’s head. Freeman stumbles towards the very edge of the platform and his knees begin to buckle as Hughes delivers another knee to the head. Hughes wriggles his way free from Freeman’s grasp and lands on the platform before immediately doing a full twist and catching Jason Freeman square in the jaw with his patented... Roaring Elbow~! Jason Freeman’s head whiplashes back from the heavy impact of the move and his body goes limp, making him unable to hold his balance and he slowly sways backwards before losing his footing and dropping off the edge of the scaffolding, the crew and fans watch on with the jaws on the floor as Jason Freeman falls off of the edge of the platform and drops into the industrial bin making an all mighty crash when he makes contact with the empty bin’s base. CRASH! The assorted crew members are about to rush over to Jason Freeman when they are stopped by Jack Jefferson and Dan White who rush out from the crowd and stand between the medical staff and the bin which contains Jason Freeman. Jefferson: Get the fuck back! A random crew member makes a dash for the bin and gets cut off by a brutal headbutt from Jack Jefferson. The random crew member clutches his now broken nose in agony and rushes back into the crowd with a blood trail following him. Dan White grabs hold of the scaffolding to steady it as Jonny Hughes climbs down, he reaches the floor and drops to his knees in exhaustion, he takes few seconds to catch his breath before he gets back to his feet and walks over to Dan. Hughes: Dan...get the stuff...It would appears as though Hughes, White and Jefferson have been planning something for quite some time as Dan White nods to Hughes and disappears into the crowd before emerging a few moments with two petrol containers, he tosses one of the containers to Jack Jefferson who immediately gets to work, dousing the bin in petrol. Dan joins him as Hughes stands between the crew members who are trying in vain to prevent this sick act. Once Jefferson and White have emptied their containers into the bin they walk back over to Hughes and pat him on the back. Dan reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pack of matches and hands them to Hughes who flashes a sick smile as he looks at the pack of matches. He walks over to the wheelie bin and opens the pack of matches and pulls out a solitary match, he holds it up for a moment before striking it and flicking it into the bin setting it, and Jason Freeman, ablaze. Hughes, Jefferson and White take a few steps back from the blaze to admire their handiwork as the crowd of people gasp in abject horror and rush to help Jason Freeman as the camera swiftly cuts away from the fire and onto the next scene. Fade
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:31:53 GMT -5
“Fuck Off” Credit: FSX, Thunderkiss [Though his match will not be held within the friendly confines of the ACW arena, Thunderkiss drops by anyway to catch the beginning of the night’s proceedings. Never desiring to be left out of anything, he douses himself in the glitz and glamor of ACW in hopes it takes his mind away from the tragedy that has befallen Joytoy. Hands are shook and familiar faces are given well wishes. Much to his surprise, he receives a fair many in return showing that people not only care about him, but are also outraged at the actions of A.C. Evans. Needless to say he is as well, but with Mainer and Jashin looming large on the horizon, he cannot risk giving Evans a second thought. As much as it spurns him, he’ll have to wrap this rage inside a present and deliver it at a later. Another shall not be as lucky. Not sure if it would be best to avoid Thunderkiss or give his condolences, FSX has been looming in the shadows all night. With the clock nearing show time for Thunderkiss he decides its only proper to do the later. FSX takes a deep breath and has just shouts out the name of the one he failed.] FSX: Kiss![Now is not the time. He has too much to deal with, too much that needs all of his focus and attention. Afraid at what he might do or say, Thunderkiss pleas with FSX to disappear.] Thunderkiss: No. Just get out of my face.FSX: I don't think so. Look, I want to make thi--Thunderkiss *interrupting*: ARE YOU DEAF? Now is not the time for “haha’s” or “hoho’s.” You were supposed to look out for her and she’s dead because you fucked up. It’s that simple, you fucked up. You failed. You failed her when she needed you the most, when I needed you the most. Over the last few weeks I’ve been to hell and back, literally, and instead of being there for me, to help me when I’m down you where out getting fucking high. [FSX’s tongue comes to a complete stop. He knows. Thunderkiss knows. The vale of deceit has been lifted and his undoings have been exposed. What else does Thunderkiss know? Does he know about the rape of Joytoy? FSX’s heart races with the fear of the unknown.] Thunderkiss: I asked you to do just one thing. Just one, simple, thing. I hope you enjoyed every second of your pathetic euphoria was worth her life.FSX: Come on...Buddy...Thunderkiss: I SAID FUCK OFF.[Thunderkiss turns his back on FSX, the sight of which sends a dagger into FSX’s heart. Fate whisks Thunderkiss into an unknown future and FSX is left to contemplate his own. Just when it appears the confrontation has ceased, from afar Thunderkiss has one more request for a man who cannot seem to honor any.] Thunderkiss: You want to do me a favor? You tell A.C. Evans this. I looked, and behold, an ashen horse; and he who sat on it had the name Death; and Hades was following with him. Authority was given to them over a fourth of the earth, to kill with sword and with famine and with pestilence and by the wild beasts of the earth. [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:32:22 GMT -5
Match 7: ACW Entertainment Title Match Jonny Spade vs. Jack Jefferson vs. Dave Shadow (Credit: Dave Shadow)
Ding, ding, ding.
Ladies and gentlemen, the following bout is set for one fall, and is a Triple Threat match for the Entertainment Championship. Introducing first…..
The lights in the arena go dark and a slight chill can be felt throughout the arena as The End has Come By Ben Moody hits the P.A and spotlights flash around the arena in a random pattern after a while the spotlights focus on one spot on the stage where Jonny is, standing there with his hooded jacket
From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 255 pounds…. Jonny SPADE!
Once the lights come back on, Jonny walks down the rampway and then slides into the ring and hops onto the turnbuckle to pose for the fans. “Next Episode” by Dr Dre hits the speakers and Jack Jefferson emerges through the curtain to a wall of boos from the fans. This doesn’t seem to faze Jefferson as a big smirk grows on his face whilst he looks out across the sea of fans in attendance. He then takes his time as he cockily struts to the ring, apparently oblivious to the booing he receives. As Jack reaches the ring he quickens his pace so that he is able to slide straight in.
And from Manchester, England, weighing in at 219 pounds….Jack JEFFERSON!
Jack climbs onto the turnbuckle to his right, placing his right foot on the top rope whilst leaving his left on the middle rope and smirks at the audience below. He slaps his hands on his pectoral muscles and holds his arms out wide, forming a ‘gun’ with his index fingers and thumbs. He then hops down, dropping his jacket over the ropes and stretches Spade watches him intently, as the ref holds him back. “Into the Darkness” by Disturbed hits as the arena is bathed in green and orange lights. Dave Shadow steps out on to the entrance way and lifts the Entertainment Championship over his head, setting off green, white and orange pyro.
And from Drogheda, Ireland, weighing in at 184 pounds, he is the current Entertainment Champion….Dave SHADOW!!!
Dave starts to walk down the ramp, throwing his title belt over his shoulder, but it appears as if Spade and Jefferson are now tired of waiting; the two men start going at it in the middle of the ring, throwing punches and swinging with everything they’ve got. The announcer vacates the area, as Dave continues making his way down the ramp. He throws off his ring jacket and title, and jumps up on to the apron. Spade and Jefferson push each other back a bit as Dave leaps up to the top rope and springboards towards them. The two men simply sidestep, but Dave lands on his feet. Jefferson kicks him in the gut as Spade grabs him by the head and throws him out through the ropes again.
Edison: I guess Spade and Jefferson are going to sort out their own problems first!
Spade gets caught with a boot to the gut after throwing Dave out, as Jack pushes him back in to the ropes. He hits him with a knee to the gut again before whipping him off across the ring. On the rebound, Jefferson looks for a hip toss. Spade uses his strength to block it though. He counters and gets behind Jefferson, wrapping his arms round his waist and trying to lift him over head for a German suplex. Jefferson manages to gain enough momentum to keep going back and he lands on his feet; now behind Spade, he jumps up and applies a headlock on Spade. He moves round in front of him and takes him over and down to the mat. Jefferson holds the headlock in, but Spade uses his superior weight advantage to power back up to his feet. He backs Jefferson in to the ropes and pushes him off.
As Jack hits the opposite ropes, he finds the top one has been pulled down; he goes crashing down to the outside, as Dave lets go of the rope and hops down to him. Jefferson clambers back to his feet as Dave starts throwing some big punches at his head, pushing him back up against the ringside barriers. Dave kicks him in the gut and grabs his arm, before whipping him full speed at the ring apron. Jack hits it ribs first and falls back onto the ground, holding his chest. Spade is back up to his feet, fully recovered from his little exchange with Jefferson, as Dave slides back in to the ring again, leaving Jefferson down outside. He looks at Spade with a smile on his face, as Spade nods and the two start circling the ring.
The two approach each other, but instead of going for a tie up, Spade kicks out and hits Dave in the gut. As Dave bends over, Spade grabs him by the head and hooks him, before lifting him up and dropping him back with a text book vertical suplex. Both men try and get up quickly, but as they do, Jefferson reaches in under the bottom rope and grabs a distracted Dave by the feet, pulling them out from underneath him. Dave eats canvas, as Jack slides in and mounts him, starting to throw some wild punches at him. As Dave tries to fight him off, Spade grabs his adversary by the head and pulls him off Dave.
Spade hits a punch of his own on Jack, sending him reeling back in to the ropes. He grabs Jack by the hand and pulls him forward, picks him up and slams him down with an impressive spinebuster. He covers Jack…
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No, Dave dives on them and breaks it up early, not wanting to take any risks with regards losing his title. Spade rolls off Jack, but as he does, Dave kicks him in the face. Spade looks stunned as Dave grabs him by the hand and whips him in to the corner. Dave tries to follow him in with a high knee to the jaw, but Spade manages to move out of the way in time. Dave jumps up to the second rope, and as Spade turns back to face him, Dave jumps back and turns….and gets hit by a spear, Spade dragging him down to the canvas with a massive move. Dave’s head whips off the ground, as Spade hooks the leg and goes for a cover.
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No, this time Jack dives in to break it up. He drags Spade up to his feet and hits him with a European uppercut, as Spade falls back in to the ropes.
Edison: So far, no one has been able to get a clear and decisive advantage over the other two and every pin attempt has been quickly broken up. McNally: That’s all part of the games in triple threat matches though. There’s a different psychological element you’ve got to bring in to the match, and you’ve always got to know where both of your opponents are!
Spade kicks the still downed Dave, making sure the champ stays down, before moving back over to Spade who leans against the ropes. Jefferson punches him in the side of the head before dragging him out to the center of the ring, grabbing his head and jumping. He swings round and hits a beautiful DDT, drilling Spade head first in to the canvas. Jack gets back up to his feet and stretches out his hands, taunting the booing fans. He stomps on Spade as he walks down to his legs and grabs them. He lifts them up and flips Spade over into an elevated Boston Crab maneuver, putting all his weight down on the spine of Spade, who starts screaming in pain. Jack too screams as he puts all his weight into the submission move, trying to make Spade tap out.
However, once again, the move is broken up by the third man, as Dave comes up behind Jefferson and catches him with a jumping leg lariat, his foot connecting perfectly with the back of Jack’s head. Jack releases the crab on Spade and falls forward, as Dave clambers over to him, rolls him over onto his back and goes for a cover…
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No! This time, Jack manages to get the arm up on his own. The kick may have made his eyes glazy, but he still has enough strength and ring awareness to know he’s being pinned. Dave stands up, looking frustrated, and picks Jack up by the head, kicks him in the gut and jumps up, looking for a hurricanrana. Jack someone manages to push Dave back and off him; Dave flips over but while he lands on his feet, Spade grabs his arms into a butterfly position, lifts Dave up and connects with a double underhook backbreaker, nearly bending Dave over his knee and snapping him in two.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:32:42 GMT -5
The crowd go nuts for the big move, as all three men are on the ground, Jack collapsing after pulling off the big move. He holds the back of his head, Spade crawls towards the ropes holding his spine, and Dave lies on the canvas, face down, eyes open and obviously in a lot of pain. Spade and Jefferson find themselves using ropes on the opposite sides of ring to each other. Jack makes a dash, trying to attack Spade but Spade catches him. He manages to catch him in a ura-nage position, lifts him up and drops him across his own knee, Jefferson now being on the receiving end of the modified backbreaker, the S-Drop #3. Jack rolls off the knee to the canvas, as Spade gets back to his feet, the crowd cheering.
Edison: Spade caught Jefferson with that big move out of no where! McNally: Jefferson and Dave have now both suffered big hits to their backs, but will Spade be able to capitalize?
Spade grabs Jefferson by the hair and drags him up. He drags him over to the corner and tosses him in to the turnbuckle, pushes his head back and looks at him for a few moments. The hatred between these two men is clear in their eyes, as Spade starts throwing massive punches at Jefferson, hitting him in the head, the body, anywhere that he can hit.
Edison: Weeks of heated rivalry between these two has come down to this. Spade is out for pure revenge right now…
As he does this though, he fails to see Dave using the ropes at the opposite corner to pull himself back up. Dave charges the two men and jumps, pushing Spade back into the corner against Jefferson and hitting a high knee to the back of Spade’s head. Jefferson is sandwiched in against the turnbuckles.
McNally: Yeah, but they should try and remember there’s a third man in this match.
Dave hops back as Spade falls back to the canvas. Dave isn’t finished yet; Jefferson is still in the corner and is a prime candidate for a second high knee to the jaw! This time, Dave stays standing on the second rope, as Jefferson’s head whips back. Dave grabs him and wraps his arm round his head, before running out of the corner with a big bulldog! Jefferson eats canvas, as the champ climbs back to his feet, the crowd cheering him on. As Jack rolls over to the ropes, Spade gets back to his feet. Dave runs at him and ducks an instinctual clothesline from Spade. Dave leaps up onto the ropes and jumps back, hitting a rebound Lou Thez inspired press!
Dave gets off Spade and starts going nuts, the crowd’s cheering building up his adrenaline! The champ is nearly foaming from the mouth as he walks to the corner and starts yelling at Spade to get up. Spade rolls onto his hands and knees, starting to get up. As he nears a vertical base, Dave starts running at him….
…Jack leaps into the path of the charging Dave and uses his own momentum to lift him up onto his shoulders and back down to the canvas with a HUGE Samoan drop, nearly crushing Dave underneath him in the process. The crowd go nuts, booing Jefferson loudly, as he sits looking at Dave, holding his ribs from the impact of the move. Jack wears a big smile on his face. He gets up to his feet and approaches Spade, grabbing him and signaling to the crowd he’s ready to finish this one off. He kicks Spade in the back of the knees, forcing him down to the canvas, before Jack runs at the ropes.
He comes back hard and fast, looking for the shining wizard, but to everyone’s amazement, Spade ducks his head and dodges the move. Jack gets back to his feet quickly, but Spade is already up ahead of him. He gets in behind Jack and hooks him into the half nelson as the crowd starts climbing to their feet!
McNally: Is he going for the Dragon Fly?
Spade lifts him up, but as he tries rolling him forward for the move, Jefferson has the smarts to keeping going and gets in under Spade’s legs; he counters it in to a roll up. They roll towards the ropes, but as the ref starts making the count, Jack grabs the ropes in front of him! The ref doesn’t see it….
McNally: No, not again! He’s going to catch Spade for the second PPV in a row!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:33:07 GMT -5
NO! Spade powers out of the roll up, and Jack can’t believe it. The win and the title were so close within his grasp. He gets back to his feet and drags Spade by his hair to the center of the ring, signaling he’s finished here. He hooks him by the arm, and sets him up for the Blizzard Suplex, but he spends just a little too long setting the move up. Spade struggles out and twists round, getting behind Jack. He hooks the half nelson and lifts him up….
Edison: Dragon Fly connects! This one is over!
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NOOO! Dave manages to dive across them at the very last second, breaking up the pin. The crowd slump back in their seats, gob smacked and amazed. Dave lies on top of Spade and Jack, all three men exhausted. Dave climbs back to his feet, grabbing Spade by the hair and bringing him up as well. He leads him towards the corner, backing him in to it and hoisting him up onto the top rope. Dave starts to follow him up, but as he does, Spade throws some nasty punches at his head. Dave shakes before he falls back on to the canvas, landing awkwardly on his head.
Spade climbs up on to the top rope, trying to make the best of a bad situation. However, as he does, Jefferson comes charging at him. He leaps up to the top rope and grabs Spade into a fallaway slam position, before jumping back. It’s sloppy due to the weight difference, but it hits….
Edison: The Fallaway Moonsault connects!
Jack doesn’t get a chance to do anything more though. As he goes for the cover, Dave grabs him by the head and throws him out through the ropes. Jack crashes to the outside, as Dave grabs Spade. He lifts his limp body up, and puts his leg over Spade’s head. It’s awkward; Dave is having to hold him up, but wants to make damn sure he stays down. Dave twists him round and connects with the Vashta Nerada! Spade lands awkwardly, as Dave climbs on top of him for the cover.
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The bell rings through the arena, as the announcement is made.
Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and STILL Entertainment Champion…DAVE SHADOW!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:33:40 GMT -5
The bell rings as the crowd leap to their feet, chanting Dave Shadow’s name. It is clear that they are delighted the champ was able to retain and it is obviously a sentiment he shares, as evidenced by the huge grin on his face.
Dave is still slightly unsteady on his feet as he is handed the title, which he embraces gratefully before climbing shakily onto the turnbuckle and holding his title aloft for his adoring fans. Their cheers are turned into boos when out of nowhere Jefferson drives a forearm into the lower back of the champ, forcing him to topple off the ropes and into the ring which suddenly gets a whole lot fuller as Dan White and Jonny Hughes both slide into the ring, carrying weapons. Dan holds his tennis racquet that he used earlier on in the night, and wastes little time smashing it across the torso of Shadow, who doubles up in pain.
Groggily, Jonny Spade attempts to rise to his feet. He seems confused by the carnage but it is clear that he wants to help Shadow out. Unfortunately he doesn’t even get close, falling victim to a sick chair shot courtesy of Jonny Hughes. He doesn’t stop there, instead he props the near-unconscious Spade in the corner and lays his chair across his face before taking a run up and nailing him with a modified Yakuza Kick. Spade flops out of the corner and it instantly becomes clear that Hughes has managed to split his head open, and pretty badly, as an ever-increasing pool of blood forms around his motionless head. In the meantime Jefferson and Dan are dealing with Shadow – Jefferson has taken Dan’s racquet and wrapped it in barbed wire in order to mangle Shadow’s head with it. Spade isn’t the only person in this ring who is wearing the proverbial crimson mask.
With both his opponents completely neutralised Jefferson allows a sick smirk to emerge on his face. He picks up the discarded Entertainment Title and cradles it for a second, as if in a slight trance. He jolts slightly as Hughes drops an old, battered bag in front of him but suddenly seems to regain focus on what he’s doing. He places the belt in front of him and empties the contents of the bag – numerous cans of spray paint. While he is doing this Dan rolls out of the ring, snatching Philip’s microphone from him and promptly rolls back in.Dan: Feel privileged people. You are witnessing history in the making! Let me formally introduce you to the single greatest stable since The Untouchables... The Empire!! Dan pauses for a moment, posing alongside Jefferson and Hughes as the fans boo them vehemently.Dan: For too long now the British contingent in ACW has been overlooked – despite the fact we are clearly more talented than most! It was only a matter of time before we took things into our own hands. The British were once the rulers of the world – we are not accustomed to being subservient to anyone – and soon enough we will be the dominant force in ACW!! The crowd don’t seem particularly pleased to hear what Dan has to say and they boo him loudly as he smiles, passing the microphone to a particularly intense-looking Jonny Hughes. EMTs have arrived at ringside to tend to Shadow and Spade but The Empire are preventing them from entering the ring.Hughes: It’s obvious from your reaction that you people have the same amount of respect for our talents that the powers that be in this company have! If we weren’t British we’d be the figureheads for this promotion – it’s as simple as that!The crowd don’t appreciate Hughes’ arrogance and they let him know this the only way they know how – by booing him. He pauses, looking irritated at the interruption.Hughes: This is exactly what I’m talking about – it’s a blatant lack of respect! What you ignorant fools seem to forget is that the British controlled two thirds of this planet not too long ago. People have very short memories – we seized power through force once and The Empire are going to seize their rightful places at the top of this company the very same way!Jefferson pats Hughes on the back, smirking in satisfaction as he does so. He takes the microphone from him, the two sharing a nod of agreement before Jefferson turns his attentions to the crowd.Jefferson: Look at your heroes now – not so fucking bold are they now!? Jefferson pauses, clearly expecting the hail of boos that is thrown his way. He waits until the crowd have quietened sufficiently before continuing.Jefferson: Dave Shadow and Jonny Spade have been made an example of! This is exactly what is going to happen to anyone foolish enough to get in the way of The Empire! I hope the rest of the roster is taking notice, anyone who takes The Empire lightly is quickly going to be made to regret such a foolish decision! My friend Dan White is the only British person to win an International Championship and there’s only ever been one British World Heavyweight Champion. This is no coincidence, nor is there some convoluted conspiracy theory – it’s actually quite simple, we’re not given chances to win Championships. With that in mind, it is my pleasure to declare myself the Alpha Championship Wrestling British Champion! There is a murmur of confusion that ripples around the crowd as Jefferson utters those words. The British Championship? What the hell is that?! Jefferson quickly answers the questions as he picks up the Entertainment Title and holds it above his head, an enormous smirk on his face.It is clear that the British Championship is just a graffiti-covered Entertainment Championship and the crowd do not appreciate the desecration of such a prestigious prize. Jefferson rests the title on his shoulder as Hughes and Dan stand tall next to him, standing over Shadow and Spade to show their dominance.Dan: FOR QUEEN!
Hughes: FOR COUNTRY!
Jefferson: FOR KICKS! On that note The Empire raise their arms in unison, the chorus of boos absolutely deafening as they pose for the crowd. They soon leave the ring, strutting up the ramp slowly to soak up the reaction of the crowd to their announcements. Once they reach the top of the ramp they turn once more to face the ring, and the crowd, before raising their arms once more.
Fade to BlackOOC: End Credits go to Jack Jefferson, Jonny Hughes and Dan White.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:35:10 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Quarantine (Credit: AK)
Somewhere on ACW Island, there stands a non-descript commercial building. Normally it contains goods waiting to be shipped to far-flung places; but tonight it contains something very different.
The structure standing in the middle of the echoing space is almost entirely made of metal. It looks distinctly stronger than anything normally seen surrounding an ACW ring, and it will need to be. Along the top of its merciless walls, a variety of vicious implements are fixed; the floodlights hastily set up cause blades and metal to glint ominously.
Frankly, it’s the last place in the world Alicia Laureano wants to be at this moment in time, especially on her own. But it’s essential that no prying eyes see what she’s about to undertake.
Alicia: So this is the Abbatoir? Aptly named, I’d say.
She walks all the way around the cage, locating the door and the place where the electrical supply is wired in. Nearby is a trash can, and she collects this for her own use. Having finished her recon, she walks over to where there is a small holdall on the floor.
Opening it up, she takes out a number of objects and places them into the trash can carefully.
Alicia: Good job I had Charlotte to let me into the arena. Now, let’s see... firstly the people who ought to feel the effects of this hokum if by some miracle it actually works...
A faded bandana, and a handful of shards of wood from what was once a guitar go into the can; TK’s and Mainer’s prior property respectively.
Alicia: Now some other bits to capture the essence of the fed, and make this a “home away from home”. *Sigh* I’m starting to sound like bad Twilight fanfiction.
Out comes a piece of ripped ring canvas, a sheaf of old papers presumably from Ginger’s office, and a worn referee’s shirt.
Alicia: That’s the fuel... now for the fire.
She takes out a packet of matches from her pocket, strikes one, and tosses it in amongst the stuff. The papers and material take quite quickly, and smoke rises up to the ceiling; for a moment Alicia panics internally at the thought that some kind of fire alarm might be triggered, but instead a ventilation system simply kicks in.
After a few minutes, the contents of the can have been reduced to ash. Alicia fishes about in her bag and gets out a narrow metal canister and a pair of gloves. She upends the hot trash can and carefully pours out the ashes into the canister, before putting the can to one side.
Alicia: I hope that’s enough of the “active ingredient”. Now, the medium...
Out comes a small tin; Alicia opens it, and pours a dark liquid into the canister – silver paint. She uses a small stick to stir the contents.
Alicia: Ok, that should do the trick. Just one final thing...
She hesitates for a moment before rooting around in the bag, and producing a small craft knife. Wincing a little, she makes a small cut across one palm as she has previously seen Echo do, and this produces a limited but steady flow of blood. She lets a few drops trickle into the mixture before placing a pad over the cut, and holds it in place for a minute or so to allow clotting to occur. Then, she tapes it over the top, and hopes this will be sufficient to hold it until she can get home.
Alicia: How do I end up in these situations? I must be a total nutcase.
There is just one thing left for her to do, and she hasn’t much time; the crew will be arriving shortly to set up for the outside broadcast. She takes the last item from her bag – a spray paint gun. The metal canister slots into it, and Alicia circles the Cage steadily, coating the silver metal with the equally silver paint mixture.
Alicia: Right, Lord knows if this will have any effect whatsoever, but I’ve done the best I can. I have to put my trust in Kiss from here on in.... I can’t believe I just said that.
Shaking her head, she collects up all her things, picks up the bag, and gets the hell out of Dodge. She wants to be nowhere near whatever is about to occur in this dingy location....
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 28, 2009 16:37:44 GMT -5
Segment: Yo asshole! This motha' fucka's dead. Ain't no Chris Angel Mind freak, David Blane trapdoor horse shit jumpin' off here! Credit: Dave Shadow
As we cut backstage again, Charlotte King and a cameraman hurriedly rush up a hallway; they are searching for the source of an awful noise emanating from somewhere in the ACW arena. The cameraman reaches the destination; a medical room. Inside, they can hear banging and screaming, as if a major fight Is taking place inside. King looks reluctant to go in, but reaches out to open the door.
As she does though, the door swings open by itself. Dave Shadow comes stumbling out, his face caked in dry blood. King ducks out of the way as he tries to leave the room. He falls against the wall, using it for support. He is heavily bandaged up and obviously still in a lot of pain from his beat down at the hands of the Empire.
King: Dave, are you ok?
He screams incoherently, as he tries to make his way down the hall. King looks at him, worried for his safety. A doctor and some nurses come out of the door, followed by a large security guard, sporting a swollen lip. They start trying to stop Dave, the guard grabbing him and holding him back.
Doctor: Dave, you can’t do this! You’re seriously hurt. You need to get to a hospital right now.
Dave pushes the guard away, as the crowd stand back, watching him. The pain is too much; Dave drops to his knees. That won’t stop him. He continues crawling and using the wall to drag him along.
Dave: My title. They stole it. I….I….bastards!
Dave finally drops fully to the floor. His eyes are open. He is still awake. But the pain is too much. The crowd look at him sympathetically, as King holds her hand over her mouth. The doctor bends down to check on him, as some tears fall from Dave’s eyes. The doctor and nurses try to help his pain, as we….
[FADE]
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