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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 16:28:31 GMT -5
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Match 1: Lee Homicide vs. Jonny Spade
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Match 2: AC Evans & Wayde Russeller vs. Jonny Hughes & Jack Jefferson - No.1 Contender for Tag Team Titles
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Match 3: Danny Mainer vs. Dave Shadow
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Match 4: Hollywood RDK vs. Chris Phenomenal (Special Ref: Thunder Train)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Match 5: The New Road Steelers vs. Double Penetration - Non-title
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 16:30:00 GMT -5
Segment: Takin' Charge (Credit: Hollywood Mach/Phenomenal/Train) As the pyrotechnics conclude Superstars by Jim Jones begin to play as Chris Phenomenal emerges at the top of the entrance ramp. He is donned in his usual attire, hoody, Oakley shades, blue sweat pants, red bandana around his neck and from below his long chain ending with a cross. Maxwell McNally: It looks like Chris Phenomenal is going to start us off tonight.”Fast” Eddie Edison: It will be interesting to see what he has to say after his stunning victory last Saturday over Lee Homicide and Brent Garland.Chris Phenomenal descends to the ring, a little bit of swagger in his step as his music continues to play, he gets into the ring and grabs a microphone from Phillip Jones and walks to the center of the ring. Chris Phenomenal: Kill the music.[/I] The music stops as the crowd is torn between the lovers and the haters of Chris Phenomenal. Chris removes his shades and looks out at the masses and a smug smile comes across his face. Chris Phenomenal: Don’t be shy know, but how many of you actually though I had a shot of winning the match.[/I] Once again the crowd is split in their applause, some jeering loudly, others clapping and even one fat chick in the thirteenth row flipping her top. Chris raises his hand to shield his eyes. Chris Phenomenal: Woah, easy there big fella, there are fragile minds in the building. We don’t need something as heinous as that imprinted in there memories.[/I] The crowd is still split, some of the large members in the audience let Chris know his comments are appropriate. As security reaches the lady and begin to escort her out of the building there are some whistles, jeers, and a few mothers consoling their children. Chris Phenomenal: Now that we’ve taken care of that, I think it’s time to talk about last Saturday. You know when I beat Lee Homicide, when I beat Brent Garland. When I finally showed my true potential in the ring. I’ve said it before, and now I can officially say that it’s true. It’s damn good to be back inside of a wrestling ring in front of you schmucks.[/I] Chris Phenomenal strikes a nerve and once again the fans let him know about it. Chris Phenomenal: It’s okay, I forgive you all for forgetting about me, as I almost forgot about myself. What is unacceptable, what is unforgivable is every thing that I’ve heard this week. Every where I turn, in the papers, the street corners, the television everything is about Bloody Valentine and yet not one mention of my return to the top, not one mention that Chris Phenomenal delivered a statement to ACW. It’s all about this grim hook fuck who murdered Scott Andrews dad, it’s about Jake Steele winning the ACW Championship and him throwing his own little bash, declaring that tonight is Jake Steele appreciation night. Jake I’m going to tell you right now, that if we all have to appreciate you, and show you some form of gratitude than I’m not going to be the one to rock the boat, instead I’m going to tell to APPRECIATE THIS.[/I] With that Chris gives the good old Stone Cold salute to the camera as the masses in attendance boo the blatant show of disrespect for the ACW Champion and fan favourite Jake Steele. Chris Phenomenal: It’s not often that we see the ACW Championship change hands and it’s not the biggest news of the week, but that’s what happened at Bloody Valentine. I could hate on Jake Steele for stealing my spotlight, but in a way he’s brethren, a kid from New York so I’ll give him his due. Who stole my spotlight undeservedly is one Hollywood Mach, Randy Dallas Kanyon. You all loved him and yet last week he decided to align himself with some WCW bitch and declared himself the shit. I don’t care that he defeated Thunder Train, or that he is a five time international champion. To think you are the top, you have to go through the top. He may have beaten Jake Steele but Macho Man, you haven’t beaten me.[/I] The crowd reacts to the comments favourably siding with Chris Phenomenal over the man who betrayed their trust at Bloody Valentine in the Macho Man RDK. Chris Phenomenal: I’m going to let you in on a little secret, at Bloody Valentine I went and talked with Hollywood after the show was over, I said I would and I’m a man of my word. He said he liked what he saw out there in my match, that I reminded him a little bit of his younger self, a little bit cocky but having all the god given talent in the world. We both came from troubled past’s, poor childhoods and we were success stories. He told me that all I had to do was check my ego at the door, which was ironic considering what the man had done earlier in the night. I told him thanks but no thanks, that he might be right but I don’t need his or anybody’s help. In fact he reminded me a lot of the last time I entered into a partnership with a champion. He knew that it was only a matter of time until I was going to be coming after his belt, and he knew unlike Dan White, unlike Jake Steele or Thunder Train, he couldn’t beat me. That when I came after his belt his time with it was up. So rather than worry about that he tried to take me under his wing, to turn me into his buddy so we could rule the company.
That isn‘t going to happen though, not the together part anyways. I plan on running this shit show, I plan on making ACW my bitch, and the first person I‘m going after is that same man who called me a brother last Saturday night. I’m laying out a challenge right here and right now, to Hollywood Mach for his International Championship. I’m challenging RDK to a match, he can bring his new boy toy out with him, he can make it no disqualification, panties on a pole I don’t care. I want him in a match, one on one for the International Title.[/I] Chris stares to the back waiting, and waiting for the Macho Man to come out to the ring as the crowd waits raucously. Chris Phenomenal: Come on Hollywod, I know you are here, and I know you’re watching…Common on you fucking piece of shit, get your crippled old ass out here before I come and get…[/I] (clickeable link ftw) "Fury" by Muse hits the arena and to the strong discontent of the fans, RDK comes from behind the curtains with his new manager: William Charles Wilcox. The booing is deafening from all fans and even the commentators can't ignore it. Eddie: They really hate his guts!McNally: He turned his back on the industry, Eddie!Macho adjusts the positioning of his title belt and keeps it resting on his shoulder before Will begins to speak into the mic. Phenomenal looks on from the ring. Wilcox: That's right, ACW! I'm back baby! Managin' the greatest talent in both this crummy excuse for a federation and Hollywood today! Applaud the greatness that is HOLLYWOOD MACH! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Wilcox: I'm very dissapointed to hear such a poor reaction from such a large crowd in this arena tonight! Randy Kanyon put on ONE HELLUVA SHOW for all of you pukes on Saturday, and this is the way you thank the man? You oughta be ASHAMED! Being both Best Actor of 2008 AND the ACW International Champion is NO EASY TASK TO CARRY THROUGH! But with me managing the new and improved Randy Kanyon...you fans are gonna keep gettin' what you deserve: Quality Entertainment! Chris Phenomenal shakes his head before RDK grabs the mic from Wilcox, and begins to speak. The booing grows louder... BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!RDK begins swaggering down the ramp with the mic in hand, Wilcox following from behind telling off a few fans on the side... Hollywood: It's a damn shame....A DAMN SHAME that you think the Mach gives two shits about little chumps like ALL OF YOU in this arena tonight have to say.......WELL NEWS FLASH FOR YA---I DON'T! The Mach REALLY, REALLLY-------------REAAAAAAALLLLLY DON'T! YEAAH! Macho cocks an eyebrow before entering the ring, despite the earth shattering heat he is recieving, looking at Phenomenal as he struts back and forth with the mic in hand. Wilcox enters from behind. Hollywood: The bottom line is that ALL your monkey asses pay to get a glimpse of the Macho Man! It don't matter if you hate me or if you love me! You all come on down to get a little slice....of Hollywood... RDK strikes a pose and kisses his championship, before holding it up with his free hand, looking at Phenomenal. Hollywood: And of course you jabronis ARE NOT the only ones who want a taste at the most bankeable superstar in this industry TODAY....OoOoH Noooo.... A minor "Macho Man" chant begins to build up... Hollywood: SHUT YA CANDY ASSES! -It stops. Hollywood: -As The Mach was SAYIN', you think that The Mach cares about you and your little frustrations, Chris? Well make no mistake about it, tonight is gonna be ANOTHER night of the MACH! So if you don't got too much suga in your vagina, YOU COME ON OUT, YOU FACE THE MACH ONE ONE ONE: MAKE YOUR JEMIMA ASS FAMOUS - AND THEN THE MACHO MAN WILL COMMENCE ON MAKING JABRONI PIE, SMACK DAB IN THE MIDDLE OF THAT RING TONIGHT! It doesn't matter if he's a heel or a face, he's still gonna get a pop - and the crowd ensues as RDK cocks an eyebrow before speaking into the mic again, Phenomenal without as much as a word to say... Hollywood: Whoa whoa whoa WHOA! Don't start chantin' my name yet! You let the Mach FINISH BEFORE YOU START SAYIN' JIBBA JABBA! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Hollywood: OH YEAH! BIG SURPRISE THAT THE MACH AIN'T BEEIN' NICE TO YOU UNGREATFUL PIECES OF TRASH! Ginger told me I HAD to come on out tonight, even though I refused initially...but I guess you people were gonna get ALL EXCITED! RDK starts prancing around the ring doing an impression of the crowd... Hollywood: "RDK? RDK!!?!? HES COMING HERE? WE LIVE HERE! YAYYYY YAYYY---"--SHUT YOUR MOUTH, SHUT IT GOOD BRUDAHS, CAUSE MACH' AIN'T HERE FOR YOU! He's here for the fattest piece of elephant shit to EVER GRACE THIS FINE RING----NO BRUDAHS NOT TALKIN' BOUT THUNDERKISS....HE'S TALKIN' ABOUT-- Gourmet Race Metal Mix kicks in and the crowd gives Train a mixed reaction of mostly cheers. The big man walks out from backstage with a determined look on his face. He makes his way down to the ring and acknowledges the fans know as he slaps a few hands on his way in. He gets a microphone for himself. Thunder Train: WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! First of all, Chris Phenomenal, haha, CP, who in the hell do you think you are, coming out here and challenging this idiot. You have been here what, 2 days? Until now I didn't even know who you were. So as far as I'm concerned, you need to get out of MY ring, go backstage and fight those stupid Brits holding that Entertainment title hostage, or you need to beat Candyman, or whatever the fuck his name is, and the big boys will talk out here.The crowd "OOOOHS"Thunder Train: You are in ABSOLUTELY no way, shape or form, good enough to face for that belt. Now, as for you, Little Willy, I didn't really appreciate you getting involved in my match last Saturday. I had this chump pinned to the mat for what, 5 maybe 6, seconds. Then you had to run on down there and save your new "client" this sellout, this-this half ass excuse for both a wrestler and an actor. And trust me, when the time comes, I will break you in half.The crowd cheers loudly at the threat. Wilcox just gulps hard and backs up a bit. Macho stands in front of him, blocking anything from happening to him. Hollywood: I'm glad you came out here Brudah! This means that for the second time in less then a week I get to kick your fat ass to a bloody pulp! Thunder Train: I'd like to see you try Macho! COME ON! EVEN WITH MY INJURIES I COULD STILL TAKE YOUR ASS! At Bloody Valentine, you pulled out all of your best stuff and it still took a bunch of distractions to beat me. You know what...I got an idea. I know without a shadow of a doubt I can take that CP man, and I already know I can beat you RDK, so how about tonight, a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH FOR THAT BELT!The crowd cheers loudly, however, before anything else could be said, out walks Gingerdude, much to the delight of the crowd. He stays on the stage with a microphone in his hand. Gingerdude: Thunder Train, very interesting concept you have there. However, I am unable to fulfill such a request. BOOOO! I do have something planned that will be just as good though! Tonight, it will be Chris Phenomenal going one on one with Hollywood Mach. And in that match there will be a special guest referee, Thunder Train! Gingerdude smirks then leaves the stage. The three men stare each other down.......it seems like forever until RDK speaks into the mic again, glancing at CP and then turning his attention to Train again.... Hollywood: I look forward to WHUPPIN' your ass in the ring tonight, brud! That goes for the BOTH of ya! RDK throws the mic down and Wilcox nods in approval before RDK rolls out. Train spits on the ground before heading through the curtain and Phenomenal stares down The Hollywood Icon as the show cuts to commercials...
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 16:31:34 GMT -5
The Dregs of Society Dan White The segment opens up, and we're treated to a scene we're not quite used to. Proud of being the host of such pristine automobiles such as an Aston Martin DB9, or a Ferrari Spider, it's almost an insult to everyone else when a tiny Ford Fiesta pulls up into the parking lot. The small, dark red, battered vehicle pulls up, a nifty handbrake turn halting right outside the backdoor, and the passenger door opens, with Dan White walking out to a massive pop from the crowd, although there can be a few boos heard, people still not sure where he lies having joined up with Jonny Hughes and Jack Jefferson to form The Empire.. But he looks a little bit warped, a tad dazed, as though he's just walked straight into a tornado. A tornado made of fire.Dan: Fucking hell, man! You drive like a pilled up psycho! The driver's door opens up, and Ivor Biggin walks out, also as dizzy as DanBiggin: That's because I'm fucked up, lad! I smashed myself with a bam of acid before I got i the car! Dan raises an eyebrow at his long-time friend. For most people, this would be a pretty startling experience, but for Dan, it looks like he's seen worse.Dan: Whatever man. The car makes another noise, but it's not what we expect. Oh no, the car isn't beginning to destroy itself. Instead, the backseat shoots forwards, and a cramped up Pat McGroin gets out the car, looking pretty pissed off.McGroin: I cannot fucking believe I had to sit in the back! Dan smiles at him.Dan: Hey mate, I called shotgun first! McGroin: It's my bloody car!! Dan: You're drunk! Dan smiles again, as McGroin looks up and down, almost realising that no, he wasn't fit to drive.McGroin: Yeah but that daft bastard's on acid! You knew that, you sold him it! Dan begins to laugh, holding his stomach.Dan: Haha, mate that's not acid! I just doused some rice paper in poppers. McGroin: ...Yeah? Well why's he trying to chat up that car? The two look over and the camera pans on, and indeed, Ivor Biggin is stood close to a car, swaying back and forward, snarling menacingly. It's not known whether he wants to bite the car or shove his you-know-what into the exhaust pipe, but either way it's not a particularly pretty sight.Biggin: BLURRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! A smattering of sick splatters everywhere, causing Dan and McGroin alike to wince. But they're used to the smell and indeed the sight of sick, and the pair of them grab Biggin, holding him up as they start to talk.McGroin: So you got your meeting with Gingerdude today? Dan: Aye, it'll be a doddle. I'll just have to go to his office, talk about some shit, and be gone with it. Biggin heaves again, letting out another blurt of sickness.McGroin: Fuck's sake, what did you put in that paper? Dan: Well....poppers.....and a bit of vinegar. McGroin: ... Dan: What?! I needed to make it taste good. McGroin sighs as the duo continue to keep Biggin held up. But focus is then turned to later on tonight, when Dan White has his big talk with Chairman Gingerdude. Anything can happen, and you'll have to watch this space.
Fade Out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 16:32:02 GMT -5
"TWO DISGUSTING MEN AT ODDS" By: A.C. Evans & Danny Mainer [/color] We quickly fade up to the scene of Danny Mainer walking around backstage. He looks rather confident in himself and why shouldn't he be? He's Danny friggin' Mainer. Anyway, he passes by a few backstage workers with headsets on and all that jazz. Suddenly, someone clears their throat. Danny Mainer turns around to reveal no one other than A.C. Evans. Evans is wearing a black trench coat and torn up blue jeans. As he stands up from his spot on the floor, Evans dusts himself off and grins. A.C. EVANS: Pathetic.[/color][/i] MAINER: What's pathetic?A.C. EVANS: You.[/color][/i] MAINER: Oh?A.C. EVANS: That's right.[/color][/i] MAINER: How do you figure?A.C. EVANS: You couldn't even kill Thunderkiss. You're a failure.[/color][/i] MAINER: Like you could've?A.C. EVANS: Easily. Obviously you never saw any of the footage, did you?[/color][/i] MAINER: I wasn't impressed.A.C. EVANS: You should have taken notes. Perhaps that disgusting bag of filth named Thunderkiss wouldn't be alive today if you knew what you were doing...[/color][/i] MAINER: Hmph.The two glare at each other as the scene slowly fades to black.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 16:32:32 GMT -5
“ATTN: JAKE STEELE” 29 Verses 500, the Path to Fallen Heroes #1 Credit: Thunderkiss [Smoke billows out of the entrance way and the lights dim to nothingness. Flashes of light flicker from all over the arena followed shortly by the sound of cracking thunder. Screams from adoring fans pierce of the ears of all but are quickly drowned out by the even louder sounds of “God of Thunder.” The last ingredient required for his presence is his mantra, sung lyric by lyric in unison by the crowd ... ] THEY TRY TO TELL YOU “We don’t belong” THAT’S ALRIGHT “We are MILLIONS strong”
THIS IS MY WRESTLING “It makes us proud” YOU ARE MY PEOPLE “We are your crowd” [The lights pop back on and standing in the middle of the ring, arms folded and bandana blowing in the wind is THUNDERKISS. The hysteria of his presence is shaking the very foundations of the ACW arena and even tears stream down the face of the rabid Thunderkiss fans. Tonight security will earn every penny on their paycheck as they fight just to keep the fans back.] Thunderkiss: So tonight is “Jake Steele” appreciation night, huh? Well, not wanting to be left out of the fun, I thought I would just come down here and join in the night’s festivities. After all, it just ain’t a party without Thunderkiss. To Jake Steele I say congratulations. Congratulations at ruining this company with your championship win. The fact that you now possess the most treasured of prizes in our company makes ACW the laughing stock in our sport. Our figurehead is nothing more than a punk ass crackerjack who has more talent in his mouth than his entire body. Crash_Lightin': OHHHHHHHH, snap son! You tell them Thunderkiss! You tell them! Thunderkiss: Do you want to know why this upsets me, Steele? Well let me tell you. You have not paid your dues. You’ve had EVERYTHING handed to you on a silver platter since stepping into this company. Do you know all the SHIT I went through to get in your position? Since you are a self centered son a bitch, I highly doubt you do, so let me fill you in on the details. From the moment I walked out that curtain for the first time, I made heads turn and in doing so, I made them nervous. Nervous because their “place” on the ladder was soon in jeopardy and they knew it. Here came the biggest, baddest mother fucker to EVER step into a wrestling ring and if they wanted to survive, if they wanted to be relevant the “good ‘ol boys club” knew they had to try to stop me. And try they did. I didn’t have to wrestle a tiny man to capture my world title, Jake. I had to wrestle THREE, COUNT THEM, THREE Main Eventers. And don’t even get me started on the BULLSHIT I had to endure to even get my opportunity. They say that someday I will be on the ACW Hall of Fame. They also say that when that day comes, the handshakes from the veterans will be few and far between. Do you know why, Jake? Believe me, it’s not because of that “asshole” business you may have heard. No. It’s because I set the bar so high that I made those mother fuckers look like amateurs and to this day they resent that.Maxwell McNally: This is turning very personal, folks. Very personal. Thunderkiss: Yes Jake, I am a bitter, bitter man. I won’t lie nor try to hide that fact. When a diamond has to settle for second place to a lump of coal, I think that more than justifies my current mood. So Jake, you enjoy your title. You enjoy your time being the newest ACW paper champion. We’ve certainly had our share. Just know in the back of your mind that you will NEVER be the best. There is only one man that fits THAT bill and you’re looking at him. One on one, you wouldn’t stand a chance, because you’re just like the rest of them....
A COWARD Thunderkiss: Truth hurts, rookie. However, don’t worry, I have a plan. You see, an opportunity is coming where I will get the chance come to YOU. TWENTY NINE men stand in the way. TWENTY NINE will fall. Just like always, I will have the odds stacked against me. Just like always, my anti-fan club will do what they can to stop the inevitable. Most importantly Just like always, I will come through. Jake Steele....[Thunderkiss motions for the camera to zoom in on his face. Now dominating all sides of the Alpha Tron and every TV in America, he curls up the side of his mouth and spouts out two words. Two simple words that Jake Steele best not forget.] Thunderkiss: I’m coming. [Thunderkiss spikes the microphone into the mat to an the Kiss Army goes ballistic. If he needed any indication he was back, If he needed any affirmation that all has been returned to him, the sounds of thousands upon thousands chanting his name would be just what the doctor ordered.] Do you sense it? Do you feel it in the air? Do you read it in the words?
It’s back.Now do your best to stop it.[FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 16:36:02 GMT -5
Segment: Sweet Child (Credit: Rena Matheson)
Rena was in a darkened room, her elbow on the desk and her head placed gently in the palm of her hand. She had lost her match at Bloody Valentine, something that she had expected but had a small glimmer of hope that winning may happen. She wasn’t so much angry at XS3 as she was at herself for playing a drunken fool and not worrying about training for the match that would ensue from her antics.
Rena: This is hopeless; I’ll never be who I used to be…
And with this, Rena threw her head down onto the desk to shed a few tears. Her shoulders shook methodically in unison with her soft weeping, when two sets of yellow eyes appeared in the darkest corner of the room. The eyes focused on the crying Rena, and watched her for a few moments. They slowly moved from the shadows, continuing to be eyes and a mouth hidden behind dark black cloaks.
Cloak 1: Poor child
Cloack 2: Poor, sweet child.
Cloak 1:She has a very serious problem, hasn’t she?
Cloak 2: Hmm, if only
Cloak 1: there were something
Cloak 2: we could do.
Rena: Who are you two?
Cloak 1: Sweet child
Cloak2: Poor child.
Cloak 1: So tragic
Cloak 2: so misunderstood.
Cloak 1: Dear child
Cloak 2: sad child.
Cloak 1: Life’s looking
Cloak 2: shall we say
Cloak 1: not good.
Cloak 2: No
Cloak 1: Who will ease her woes and worries?
Cloak 2: Who will help get on track?
Both: Sweet child. Perhaps the Phantom can!
Rena: You can’t possibly be serious.
Cloak 1: He knows your dreams
Rena: This has to be a joke.
Cloak 2: He’ll grant your prayer
Rena: Please, just leave.
Cloak 1: He’ll cast a charm
Cloak 2: A tiny spell.
Cloak 1:Why the alarm?
Cloak 2:No one will tell
Cloak 1: No one will care.
Cloak 2: It’s your affair.
Both: Sweet child
Cloak 1: Dear child
Cloak 2: Poor child.
Cloak 1: Sad child.
Both: We’ll bring you to his lair right now. Bet in half a sec, your career and you are reconciled.
Rena was now standing, thinking for a moment. She then placed her eyes on the yellow ones staring back at her.
Rena: Take me to him.
With menacing grins, the cloaks grabbed her hands and led her away.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 16:36:56 GMT -5
A Night of Remembrance Credit: Jonny Hughes[/center] Thursday Night Meltdown’s broadcast has begun in earnest but before anyone can settle into their seats after the opening scene the display the screen fades to black and we are presented with a message.Tonight we are gathered here to mourn the loss of Jason Freeman who was taken away from us on Saturday 28th February 2009. The message fades away and is replaced by a moving image of the deceased Jason Freeman.The camera moves out to the fans at ringside who are all wearing the same shocked expression on their faces. Even though they had all witnessed the ending of the Freeman/Hughes match at Bloody Valentine they had not expected the outcome to be quite so serious. The fans and even ring announcers are all looking at each other in disbelief before looking back up to the AlphaTron where the picture fades and another message appears.Jason Freeman 1983 – 2009 Rest In Peace The final message fades and we continue with our Meltdown broadcastFade
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 16:40:21 GMT -5
Match 1: Lee Homicide vs. Jonny Spade (Credit: Jake Steele)
MATCH START: This contest begins with Lee in control after a well timed Monkey Flip to Spade, which sends the veteran flying across the ring. Lee stays on his game as he waits for Spade to get up, before he catches him in the chest with a dropkick. He covers but it only gets a two. Lee scoops up Spade by the head and goes for a irish whip, but Spade twists Lee’s arm around and elbows him into the gut before hitting a swift and hard Blue Thunder Bomb! This only gets a two count with Lee getting his shoulder up. Spade raises Lee up and positions him on the ropes for a brief moment, running back across the ring and hitting Lee with a dropkick which sends the new rising star out onto the mat below. Spade poses for the crowd as he has control.
MATCH MIDDLE: Lee, back in control, has Spade in a sort of a armlock, putting pressure onto his arm as Lee presses down with his elbow. Getting a bit technical for his own taste at the moment, Lee breaks off his own hold, before clutching Spade’s body and using his wild strength to fold Spade on his head with a Release German Suplex, Lee pins but get a close two count. Spade continues to hold his head as Lee puts himself on the apron and holds onto the ropes with both hands, nodding at the crowd for what he’s about to do next. Spade gets up to his feet, still grabbing his head as Lee springboards off with the 0 N (Springboard Clothesline)! Just missing Spade’s neck, Lee rapidly goes flying over his body and lands hard onto his gut. With the cards (no pun intended lol) back in his favor, Spade takes full advantage of this opportunity and hit’s the S - Drop #2 (Fireman’s Carry Toss into Backbreaker). Lee crunches up and Spade covers him for what almost looks like sudden victory - only for Lee to kick out!
MATCH ENDING: Both men having their fair share of impact tonight, Lee and Spade seem to be drawing closer to the end of this contest. Spade has Lee up on the second rope, and he’s punching his face in as Lee coils back with every shot. Spade goes on the apron and climbs up on the ropes, grabbing Lee for what looks to be the Avalanche Wristclutch Exploder Suplex. He gets the grip in, but before he can hit it, Lee begins throwing bows into Spade’s cheek, which stops that. Spade falls over the top rope and down into the ring as Lee stands up on the top rope now with a smirk on his face. He sees Spade get up to his feet and he looks to shoot off with a Dropkick, but he tricks the Ace of Spades and just simply jumps over Spade who tried to duck the move. Spade realizing that Lee wasn’t attempting anything he thought, Spade turns around but it’s too late. Lee hastily scoops Spade up and without so much as a second thought hit’s the Starlight Extinction! It’s academic from there as he covers for the 1. 2. 3.
Winner: Lee Homicide
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 16:40:49 GMT -5
Segment: Whateva' happened to Denny's? ( Credit: Hollywood Mach) This Morning.
The ACW Mega Star can always be found at a nearby Denny's the morning before an ACW show. Today like any other day, is no different...well, besides the fact that he isn't ACTUALLY at a Denny's , as its too mainstream for his Hollywood machoness. Instead WCW suggested a local diner that has scarce traffic. WCW: So are you gonna get the omelette or not? Hollywood: Haven't really decided what I'm gonna get yet brud, but it's definitely gonna be Grade A! WCW: Well you better decide quick, Macho. That young gal is comin' over! RDK turns and sees the waitress. She's a fine lookin' girl. Late twenties, curly red hair and a clear complexion complimented by blue eyes. Macho cocks an eyebrow as she makes her way over to the table. Waitress: What can I get for y'all? Hollywood: I'd like a plain omelette, no potatoes - tomatoes instead, a cup of coffee and wheat toast! Waitress: No substitutions sir! Hollywood: You don't have any tomatoes? Waitress: Only what's on the menu! You can have a #2, its a plain omelette with cottage fries and rolls! Hollywood: ...Yeah I know what it comes with sistah, but it ain't what The Mach wants! Waitress: Well I'll come back when ya make up your mind... RDK pulls on the waitress' dress as she tries to walk away, WCW cracks a laugh and RDK continues to speak... Hollywood: Hold on now, I know what I want: The waitress huffs and whips out her notepad. Hollywood: I'd like a plain omelette, no potatoes on the plate! A cup of coffee and a side order of wheat toast! The waitress stops writing. Waitress: I'm sorry but we don't have any side orders of toast...we can give you an english muffin or a coffee roll.... Hollywood: What do ya mean you don't got no toast? THE MACH WANTS A SIDE ORDER OF TOAST! You make sandwiches don't ya? Waitress: If you'd like to speak with the manager... WCW pipes up WCW: I'm the only manager aro-- Hollywood: Shut up, Wilcox. turns to waitress. You got bread, and a toaster of some kind? The waitress shakes her head. Waitress: I don't make the rules! Hollywood: -Okay, I'll make it easy for you as I can! I'd like an omelette: plain. And a chicken salad sandwich on wheat toast: No butter, lettuce or mayonaise. And a cup of coffee. Is that easy enough for ya, sistah? Waitress: A #2, chicken salad sandwich: hold the butter, mayonaisse and lettuce....with a cup of coffee. Anything else sir? Hollywood: And then all ya gotta do is hold the chicken, give me a receipt for the chicken salad sandwich, and you ain't broke no rules! Waitress: You want me to hold the chicken? Hollywood: Between your knees! WCW breaks out laughing at this comment, and RDK even lets out a chuckle. The waitress blushes a bit before jottin' down the order, and lookin' at WCW. Waitress: Anything for you, sir? WCW: Coffees fine, thanks. The waitress is about to walk away one more time but RDK snaps his fingers. Hollywood: One more thing. The waitress clears her throat. Waitress: Yes? Hollywood: What's your name, babe? Waitress: Lana, sir. Now if you'll excuse me I got an order to put through! The waitress walks off on her high heels to ring through the order, RDK looks back at WCW. Hollywood: Mach' has been lookin' for a fine piece of ass like that Will! I want it! WCW: And you'll get it Mach! You're an A-Lister! She can't say no to you! RDK smirks and nods in approval as the scene fades out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 16:41:49 GMT -5
Segment: Give It Time Credit: Jake Steele
Legends. What does it truly take to become one? Do you have to go out to that arena every night and simply break your body for the fans, whether they cheer you or not? Are you expected to pick up a microphone, walk onto that platform and speak your heart out, night in and night out? Quite possibly you could be prompted for more. People put you on a pedestal, and even in the shakiest of moments they watch on and either hope for you to stand tall; or fall and bust your ass completely. It’s up to you. Your willpower, your tactics, and your determination will see you to your future. Don’t get lost in the time zone.
With that, a limo is seen pulling up to the ACW parking lot. It’s not just any limo though, nope. It’s a crisp, clean Hummer H3 Limo. It’s black on black entirely, even the rims shine off in black as the gigantic limo stops, and out steps a Schaffer of the Caucasian complexion. He walks down the path of the limo to the very last door, where he proceeds to pull back the door and stand behind it, waiting for his boss to hop out. And who is his boss you ask?
Jake Steele.
Yes, the newly crowned World Champion makes his grand entrance as he steps out from the Hummer, dawning a suit, his usual Gucci Shades and of course his World Title placed over his right shoulder perfectly, like it should have been there from day one. Though, the championship he dawns isn’t the only new “feature” that Steele has tonight. On his left arm is a dark caramel complexioned female, with black/brown hair and blonde highlights throughout. She as well as a smile on her face, and she whips her hair back as Jake smirks and taps his Schaffer on the shoulder, signaling that he’s doing a fine job.
Being the mega-star that he is, only moments after stepping foot into the arena Jake and his new squeeze are bombarded by the always angsty Kevin Anderson. Jake for once stops and lets Kevin interview him, as right now he is on cloud nine.
Kevin Anderson: Steele! Steele! Mind if I get a quick word in with you?
Steele: Gotta make it fast. I got places to be and people to see.
Kevin Anderson: Alright. First, I have to know, who’s your lady friend?
Steele looks over at the female, and shows off one of his signature cocky smiles. He looks back at Kevin and answers.
Steele: She goes by the name of Danika Williams. Hottest bitch you gon’ find in dis business, I can promise you dat. Without it even needin' to be said, she rolls with me and da Road Steelers so she flies high baby!
Kevin nods and goes straight into his next question, guns blazing.
Kevin Anderson: That's... awesome. But I have to ask you Steele, since you mentioned the Road Steelers... who's the fourth man?
Steele adjusts his shades and let’s all of his pearly whites show as he taps Kevin gently on the cheek.
Steele: Give it time, Kev. Give it time.
On that note, Steele and Danika walk off in preparations for the festivities later on tonight. But that’s later, and we have much more in store so until then we’ll…
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 16:42:05 GMT -5
Segment: Rekindling the past flames, pt. 1 (Credit: XS3)
Monday, March 2, 2009 Maple Creek, Saskatchewan, Canada
As we fade into the abundant scenery of the snowy yet clear view of Maple Creek, we fade into the residence of Demon Inc. In a building behind the main house, Maximus Dungeon's basslines can be heard as it is being recorded for the new album. The only people absent from the sessions are XS3 and Christine. The couple is currently in the house nursing their son Corey and preparing for Thursday's show, where the reunited New Road Steelers will take on the men that took their tag titles, Double Penetration. As XS3 scratches his head, the phone suddenly begins to ring. XS3 quizzically looks at the caller ID and finds it to be an unknown number. XS3 shrugs and picks up the phone, ready to tell a telemarketer off.
XS3: Y'ello?
Voice: Hey Matt…
XS3 raises an eye in semi-confusion, almost as if he's heard the voice before.
XS3: Who might this be?
Voice: It's Carissa… Carissa Myles.
For the next couple of seconds, you can hear a pin drop. The only expression on XS3's face at the moment is surprise, complete with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.
XS3: jkhjewgfjewbffvjawehfnvfnmhefnvadsmfvsafmnasd
Yes, he actually says all that.
Carissa: Matt? Matt, are you okay?
XS3 remembers his priorities and refocuses, getting a big grin on his Canadian face.
XS3: Holy SHIT! It's been twelve years since I saw you! How have you been, what are you doing?
Carissa: Well, I'm in Maple Creek right now and I just wanted to know if you wanted to catch up on old times.
XS3: Hell yeah, meet me at the convenience store with the nifty little Subway in it. Can't wait to see you.
Carissa: All right, see you there.
With a quick goodbye, XS3 hangs up the phone and turns back to Christine, who was just planning on going into Corey's room to check up on him.
XS3: Hey Christine, my old high school girlfriend is in town and I'm meeting up with her to talk about where she's been for the past twelve years. You wanna come?
Christine is briefly taken aback but she softly smiles.
Christine: Oh… No, that's okay. I don't want to intrude on anything. I'll just be here with Corey.
XS3: All right, don't say I didn't ask you.
XS3 slowly approaches her and smiles before planting a kiss on her lips. Christine pulls XS3 down closer to her by the chin and gets a pseudo-serious look on her face.
Christine: And Matt?
XS3: Yeah, babe?
Christine: No funny business.
XS3's eyes go wide and he softly bats Christine's arm away. Christine begins to wonder if she made the right choice in saying that as XS3 slowly but surely smirks.
XS3: What's this? You don't trust me? Huh? Do I have to make you trust me?
Before Christine can even do anything, XS3 reaches out and begins running his fingers up and down Christine's sides and in her armpits, effectively tickling her. Christine lets out a shriek of surprise.
Christine: Oh no! MATT! PLEASE! AH! HAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA! STOP IT! AHAHAHAHAHA!
XS3 keeps on with the tickling and drops Christine down on the floor, watching his wife being unable to contain her laughter.
XS3: Do you trust me now?
Christine: YES! PLEASE! AHAHAHAHAHA!
XS3 finally takes his hands off of Christine and stands up, looking down at her curled in a ball to protect herself. XS3 then bends down and scoops her up in his arms. Christine wipes a tear away from her face and bats XS3 in the arm.
Christine: Hehe…All right, asshole. Get going.
XS3: Heh, love you babe.
Christine: Love you too.
With one short but sweet kiss later, XS3 sets Christine down on her feet and grabs his jacket. He heads out the door with the car keys while Christine wipes another tear away and walks over to Corey's room to check up on him. As XS3 gets into his car and starts it up, he sighs in contentment. Although he wouldn't trade his wife and son for anything in the world, friends still matter to him, especially the one that he dated in the past for about three years. XS3 begins driving off and he makes his way out to the convenience store to reunite with Carissa.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 16:42:54 GMT -5
Segment: Awkward... Credit: Jake Steele / Rattlesnake As we move into the final phases of the night we also move ever so closer to Jake Steele Appreciation Night’s end. Fading into this next segment, Jake Steele is fully prepared, suit and all intact. He sits on his bench with his title placed neatly over his lap, his eye's bouncing off of it's glow. For the first time tonight he has a moment to himself to admire his own accomplishments. It has to be a fantastic feeling for him, but like all almost perfect moments, this moment is cut short as there is a hard knock on his door.*KNOCK, KNOCK* Upon hearing the hard and sudden banging of someone’s fist against his locker room door, his attention is brought away from his championship and his head raises in wonder as to who it could be. He doesn’t get up, instead calling out to the man or woman behind the door.Steele: Come in!Not expecting anyone special to walk through the door, Steele immediately begins looking back into his belt's mesmerizing glow. We begin to hear the sound of someone stepping calmly up to him, and as the person’s body comes into view the camera begins to scroll up. And easily after the jeans and the shirt which so famously says “Don’t Fear The Reaper” are displayed, we almost don’t even need to see the face. It’s of course Rattlesnake. Noticing Snake's reflection in the championship, Steele raises his head up and begins to question what Rattlesnake, of all people, is doing in his locker room. His mouth begins to shoot open and his body aims to do the same but Snake stops him with words of his own.Rattlesnake: Jake. Don't bother getting up. I'll be brief. Despite the fact that during your time here, we haven't really had a chance to face each other or even take five minutes to have some sort of chit-chat, I wanted to come see you for one thing in particular.Rattlesnake points to Steele's ACW Championship.Rattlesnake: Your championship. You've accomplished something that I have yet to do. And while it irks me to no end, I have just one thing to say to you. Congratulations. You proved that you're one of the best ACW has to offer. You hold onto that title as long as you can. Prove everyone that you aren't a transitional champion. Show them why you are the ACW Champion.Without another word seeping through his lips, Rattlesnake turns around, hand in his pockets as he leaves before Steele could even get a response in. Confused to high heaven, the expression on Steele's face right now can only be described as "". Steele: Thank...you?Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 16:43:33 GMT -5
"Oh Snap" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
Meltdown. Days after Bloody Valentine. The big story is the new ACW Champion and the suspension of Jay Zero. Everybody is wondering where our new champion's reign will take them.
That is to say all but Rattlesnake.
Sure he hasn't won the ACW Championship in the two times he's fought for it. But he's been there elsewhere. He's been on the top. He's been the hunted man before. He knows how to handle the pressure.
Question is...does Jake Steele?
Is it going to be something he can truly handle? Only time will tell. His time is starting. How long depends on him.
Rattlesnake leaves Jake Steele's locker room and walks through the hallway. The camera follows him.
Rattlesnake: So here we are. The precursor to the Road to Omega Effect. Genocide stands in our way and then the chance to main event the biggest show of all gets kicked off with Fallen Heroes.
Rattlesnake has officially entered the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale three times. Each time he was eliminated. The match has paved the way to making World Champions. It's how Latino became a World Champion. But many of the winners have either left or graciously bowed out.
It seems almost fitting. It gives others a chance to stand in the middle of the ring with their heads held high knowing that by making it to Omega Effect, they are just one match away from realizing a dream. Of course, there is the chance of that dream becoming a nightmare.
It's all just a crap shoot from Fallen Heroes to Omega Effect and beyond.
Rattlesnake: I've been a part of ACW since 2006. Genocide was the first PPV I fought at. Back then, I was truly the Vision of Greatness. I was greatness personified. But now...I'm just a vision. I'm a shell of the ruthless bastard I was just a few years ago. What's changed since then?
What has changed since then? Was it being a part of the Senatorial Stable? Was it becoming a common name amongst everyone in ACW? Is it that maybe now his time has finally passed?
Don't consider the last one. You should be slapped if you think that's it.
Rattlesnake: There's no answer to that one. I don't have it. But what I can say is that as I walk, I've been contemplating one big thing. Seeing as how Fallen Heroes is coming up in just over a month, I figured that maybe, just maybe I ought to consider throwing my name into the hat for that match.
At that point, loud noises could be heard halfway around the world of people who just creamed themselves. I'm sure you just did too.
Rattlesnake: Maybe what I need to do is is make a blockbuster announcement and tell everyone that I'm going to enter the battle royale...that I will be the last man standing in the ring. It's my time now. I can go into that match and outlast everyone. I've always wanted to be in the Omega Effect Main Event fighting for the ACW Championship. And since I haven't been able to secure the title outside of that event. Maybe what I need do to is secure the title AT that event.
Rattlesnake seemed to fire himself up.
Rattlesnake: Maybe that's what I'm going to do then. Maybe I'm going to check myself into that match and maybe, just maybe, find myself with a first class ticket to the Omega Effect Main Event.
Rattlesnake's intentions ought to be clear by now. Even though he's retiring eventually, he's going to Fallen Heroes and then he's going to Omega Effect. But more importantly, he intends to go into Omega Effect with a shot at the ACW Championship and leave Omega Effect with the ACW Championship.
Will he do it?
Hell if I know. You have to watch and find out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 16:51:26 GMT -5
”Shadow Operations” Credit: Danny Mainer Lying on an examination bed with a bandage wrapped comically around his head is Danny Mainer as Dr. Lauren Mitchell takes a closer look at his leg which has two rather large bullet wounds in it. Danny is COMPLETELY unbothered by the wounds which occurred sometime during the week and as Dr. Mitchell prods at it he doesn’t so much as wince. He just stares into space like he’s just been asked what he wants to do with his life or like he’s being yelled at. The doctor has an inquisitive look on her face and she’s then soon examining his littlest finger. She pulls at it sharply and Danny again doesn’t really show that he’s bothered by it even though that it’s completely broken. Danny has had a rough week and the delirium, suspension of disbelief is acting like the anaesthetic that God hasn’t’ blessed us with yet.Dr. Mitchell: “I don’t understand, your finger is broken in three different places yet you don’t do even as much as moan when I touch it. It’s almost like you have no feeling in that finger.” Danny Mainer: ”I do. I just… ignore it. You can whip me as much as you can and I won’t scream. I’m like a dominatrix’s worst nightmare or wettest dream.”Dr. Mitchell: “I’ll say, you’re tough as nails. The psychology lab will have a field day when they get your report.” Danny turns and gives a death-stare to the doctor who stops and gasps at his aggression. He stands up and prods her sharply in the chest. She quivers in fear at his aggressive advance.Danny Mainer: ”Excuse me?! WHAT THE FUCK?! Psychological problems?! PSYCHOLOGICAL PROBLEMS!!! WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!?!”Dr. Mitchell: “Mr. Mainer! Calm down! I didn’t mean like that!” Dr. Mitchell leans forward holding down Danny’s arm which is ready to strike but Danny violently shoves her to the ground. Her glasses shatter on the floor as she collides painfully with the floor. Danny’s eyes are aburst with flames as he looks set to kill, a total mood swing from mere moments ago.Danny Mainer:[./B] ”HOW DID YOU FUCKING MEAN IT THEN?!?!”
Dr. Mitchell: “I meant your deadened nerves and the inability to feel pain! It’s a RARE case and one that will need to be discussed!”
Danny Mainer: ”You can chit-chat to them about my problems and while you’re doing that you can ALSO EXPLAIN WHY YOU HAVE NO TEETH!!!”
Danny looks around desperately; he goes to the doctors’ desk and pulls out the draw pulling out a sharp scalp before flashing it in front of the eyes of the terrified doctor, pure fear aching in her blood as her pulse reaches critical. Danny flashes the scalpel in front of his eye showing very clearly his intentions before slicing his thumb open with the razor sharp scalpel allowing the crimson gloop to dribble onto the GP’s floor. Danny twirls the scalpel in his fingers intimidating.
Danny Mainer: ”LISTEN WOMAN! I’ll tell you what’s happening, I’m going to go now and you’re going to pray to God-“
PSSSHT! Static for a brief flash of a second. When we return almost a second later Danny is seen doing that stupid dance that Rene Dupree does.
Danny Mainer: ”YEAH BABY! CHECK OUT MY MOVES!”
Static again and when Danny returns this time he’s shown standing and looking down his nose at the confused doctor. Danny’s blood is still dripping but this time Mainer has the same posture and scrunched face of his psychologist, Raymond King.
Danny Mainer: ”You my friend, are a complete dildo. If you ever accuse me of such HORRORS again I swear I’ll show you how we fight in Norwich. Understood?”
Static again, on the final shot Danny is shown crouching with the scalpel clutched between his hands. The major difference though is Danny’s look on his face and more specifically the black diamond drawn on his right eye and the white full-face make-up.
Danny Mainer: ”Wellwellwell, the jester has becometh the King has he not? Wow, this is actually pretty liberating. With this make up I can become King again, just like I once was. Psycho Butcher may be my name but to disguise my murderizing, tantalizing, mesmerizing persona I hath become a jester! In the same vain as Quackerjack or Harlequin I will search and destroy the roster bit by bit all while robbing people of everything they’ve got. ACW doesn’t stand a chance. Thanks for the help doc, but I’ve got my own cure.”
Danny turns and saunters off towards the door as Dr. Mitchell looks on in shock. As Danny reaches for the door he twirls around and throws the scalpel at lightning fast pace towards Dr. Mitchell who screams in shock scuttling backwards as the blade digs in deep into the hard floor, between her legs and mere inches from here inner sanctuary.
Danny Mainer: ”Aren’t you a lucky lady?”
And with that, Mainer leaves after several insane transitions of personas leaving the doctor and audience in shock. Leaving on a gimped leg and with a broken finger one has to wonder how he’s going to compete tonight but nobody is as sure as he is. One thing is for certain, Mainer won’t quit until it’s life or death and a broken finger and recently operated on shins is not going to stop him.
THE CIRCUS IS COMING TO TOWN
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 16:51:43 GMT -5
We Are The Empire, Hear Us Roar. ~ Credit: The Empire ~ The camera fades into the local Irish bar, not so far away from the ACW Arena. To one particular drinker, this bar is a standard watering hole, but its pretty derelict position, by itself on a slope where the remains of torn down houses once lay. It's a mystery to why the pub remained up, or indeed to why the other houses were knocked down. But to the punters within, they certainly don't care about it. So long as it doesn't smell too badly of piss and it doesn't cost more than £2.20 for a pint, it'll do.
The bar is full of middle-aged men, murmuring away to themselves. The best to describe it is one where unless you were born into the generation of graying hair then the best you'll get at the bar is a casting glare and a demeaning aura of unwantedness. And as the door swings open, and the little bell tingles above the hinge, eyes glaze over, watching as two well-known wrestlers walk in with a bit of caution. Wrestlers they may be, but to start fisticuffs in an establishment packed full of men who appear to have plied their trade in the football hooligan industry for eons isn't really a challenge they'd be prepared to take on.
But it's for that reason to why they warm to the third person who enters ahead of the duo. Dan White, wearing a dark jacket, walks past his new stable mates Jonny Hughes and Jack Jefferson, and almost immediately the entire bar gives a slight nod of the head, and turn back to their goings on. Dan marches straight over to the bar, confidently raising three fingers, and the man behind the bar nods. He brings down three pint glasses, and begins pouring out some local ale.Dan: Now then lads, you'll experience the closest thing to Britishness here. Old fashioned cask on tap, and an authentic musk in the air. Hughes: Britishness?! You can't call this British! It's Irish, cheaply made if anyth-Dan: Oi mate, I'd keep your arse shut if I were you. Half this lot were in the IRA. Hughes looks around the bar, noticing that a lot of these guys bear cult tattoos on their arms, and scars on their faces.Hughes: Fair enough...Who's up for pool?Dan shakes his head as he grabs his pint, taking a first sip of his pint.Jefferson: Go on then, I'll give you a game. Jonny smirks, as Dan asks the barman for a couple of pool cues.Hughes: Nice one, I'm breaking, you're paying.Jefferson scowls at Hughes.Jefferson: Argh, fine. You get the pints, I'll take the cues over. But you're going down, Hughes! Hughes: You willing to have a flutter on that mate?Confidently, Jefferson pulls out his wallet, and extends a tenner.Jefferson: This says you're on, pal. Jonny shakes his head with a smirk on his face. He clearly looks like he think he's got the win, so confident that he doesn't even match Jefferson for the goods.Hughes: Bring it. You can rack ‘em as well.Jefferson: Fuck me you're a lazy bastard! Want me to drink your pint for you as well? The camera cuts back to Dan, whose dabbling into a bag of Bombay Mix, speaking to the barman.Dan: Now then, how's business? Barman: It's not bad, Dan son. Six Nations is of course bringing in the business. Dan has a small chuckle to himself.Dan: Heh, looks like you lot'll be beating us to the punch. The barman looks over Dan's head.Barman: Aye....and I think your mate beat your other mate already. Dan crocks an eyebrow, and doesn't actually believe that the barman is telling the truth. But he turns around, noticing seven red balls neatly lined up inside the pool table, with the blackball resting next to them. Jonny Hughes stands there looking rather proud of himself, as Jefferson stands, head slumped down slightly, mouth slightly ajar. He just stares at the seven yellow balls resting, almost untouched on the table.Jefferson: ...what the.... Dan's other eyebrow raises as he makes his point.Dan: Jesus Christ, Hughes. How the hell did you do that?! You were only playing for a minute! Jonny does a little grin and a flick of his head.Hughes: It's simple, Dan. When it comes to playing pool, I’m absolutely perfectCue a cheesy grin from Hughes and a collective groan from not only everyone watching but everyone in the bar who noticed the blatant Mr. Perfect reference.Dan: Damn right. He turns to the barman, eyes widened.Dan: 9 shots please, barman. The barman nods his head, as he begins to assemble the shots. Dan shakes his head in disbelief, as Jack Jefferson's eyes are still widened and still in shock, whilst Hughes couldn't be more smug, standing there resting over the pool cue.Fade --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "DESTROY THE EVIDENCE" by: A.C. Evans Fade up to the scene of the ACW Production trailer. The people behind the scenes are hard at work, editing and producing the awesome shows that ACW puts on. Suddenly the main door is kicked in as everyone in the trailer jumps. We see A.C. Evans standing in the door way with a deranged look on his face. He is wearing his black trench coat with torn up blue jeans still. In his right hand is the same dagger he killed numerous people with. PERSON #1: He has a knife![/color] A.C. EVANS: Nobody move! Or this knife finds its way into someone's throat...NOW! Who is in charge here?[/color] No one raises their hands. Evans looks angered. A.C. EVANS: WHO IS IN CHARGE?![/color] A man in the back slowly raises his hand in the air. Evans slowly walks over to him with the knife in his hand. He grips it tightly as we see the blood from JOYTOY, FSX's birth parents and numerous others still stain the knife. He holds the knife up as the man trembles. HEAD PRODUCER: please..please..please don't hurt me...[/color] A.C. EVANS: Just give me what I want, and I'll be gone..[/color] HEAD PRODUCER: What do you..you want?[/color] A.C. EVANS: Footage.[/color] HEAD PRODUCER: Of..of what?[/color] A.C. EVANS: Everything. The past two months. I want all of the footage.[/color] HEAD PRODUCER: I'm afrai--[/color] Evans slowly raises the knife towards the man's stomach. He holds his hands up and shakes his head. HEAD PRODUCER: Okay okay! Just please, don't hurt me...[/color] A.C. EVANS: Give me them..now..[/color] HEAD PRODUCER: Here..[/color] The head producer hands Evans a stack of VHS tapes. Come on bud. What is this, 1996? Evans looks at the three tapes containing all of the footage filmed within the past two months. Evans grins. This footage has every murder Evans' has committed. Now that he has them, he has gotten off scot-free... A.C. EVANS: Have a good day...[/color] With that, Evans slowly backs out of the production trailer as the people begin to regain their composure. A woman is heard crying in the trailer as Evans shuts the door behind him. The scene fades to black.
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