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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 16:51:59 GMT -5
Match 2: #1 Contendership for the ACW Tag Team Championship
The Faith vs. Hughes/Jefferson (Credit: XS3)
Since no one had any idea who to cheer for, the crowd just randomly sang this song:
Evans started off with Hughes, obviously having no love lost between the two of them. So they started off and Hughes began showing the piss and vinegar he is well known for, clubbing Evans and hitting him with moves like a series of stiff forearm shots and a Yakuza kick for a two count. Jefferson tagged in and went to work on Evans until a missed clothesline allowed Evans to hit a snap suplex. Evans tagged out to Wayde, who began using tough cowboy-like moves. Why? Cause he can. He used some Dusty Rhodes elbow strikes and hit a high angle falling inverted DDT for a two.
Moments later, Jefferson was really in trouble at this point since every attempted tag was thwarted. Wayde stayed on Jefferson and was aboot (lolomg!) to apply the Southern Justice. Jefferson fought out of it and dropped Wayde with an ura-nage into a backbreaker. He went to tag out but Evans pulled Hughes off the apron and ran back to his corner. Wayde picked up Jefferson, who hit an enzuigiri THEN made the tag to Hughes. The crowd was like "yay" and stuff as Hughes began to attack Wayde with his viciousness. Hughes hit the Roaring Elbow and the Shock and Awe. He went for the Ode to Dynamite but kicked Evans off when he attempted to intervene. Wayde then dodged the Ode to Dynamite and tagged out to Evans.
Evans grabbed Hughes and placed him on the top to hit the Open Your Eyes. Evans then got elbowed in the side of the head as Wayde came into the ring and attacked Hughes. Jefferson entered the ring and clotheslined Wayde over before taking the fight to him. Meanwhile, Hughes turned around and ran at Evans, hoping to grab him for the Dream Shatterer. But Evans squirmed out of it and hit a spinning fisherman's buster. One Signals Over The Air, Evans had Hughes pinned for the 1-2-3.
Winners and new #1 Contenders: The Faith
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 16:52:56 GMT -5
“Game On!”
Credit: Thunderkiss [The game of musical chairs is over. There is only ONE Chairman of Alpha Championship Wrestling and his name is Jonathan Gingerdude. This past Saturday at Bloody Valentine he flexed his muscles and it felt good, especially after a long hiatus. Itching to give them a work out once more, he has summoned a meeting with the head of creative, Richard Paris and another that will soon make his presence known.] Richard Paris: You wanted to see me, Mr. Chairman? Chairman Gingerdude: That I did, Paris. Please, pull up a seat. We are just waiting for ... ahh ... never mind, he’s here now. We can get started. [At Ginger’s request Thunderkiss enters the room. Into the corner he immediately goes. He’s never sat once in this office and he is not about to start now. Assured that his boss has a plan in the works to give TK another headache, Paris quickly becomes all smiles. If he only knew the true purpose of this meeting his demeanor would change in an instant. From across the desk Ginger’s hand comes forward, a pink paper slipped between its fingers. This paper is then put directly into Paris own digits, who in turn quickly fumble it into view so his eyes can discover its meaning.] Richard Paris: I. *pause* I don’t understand? Certainly this cannot be - Chairman Gingerdude *interrupting*: Consider this your termination. Your are to vacate the premises immediately. I hope you can handle this task in a professional manner for I have no hesitancy to contact security if you prove otherwise. Richard Paris: But, but ... Chairman! Chairman Gingerdude: Please. Save both of us time. I am a man who will not change his mind so save the pity face for someone who cares. Now be a man, stand up straight and walk out of here knowing full well that you failed me. Perhaps this experience will serve you better in your next endeavor. Thunderkiss: Yeah! Speaking of endeavor’s ... good luck in your future ones! I’ve always wanted to say that!Richard Paris: Make no mistake, Thunderkiss! I have no remorse for what happened to you. NONE at ALL. Thunderkiss: Funny, that wasn’t what you were saying when I had your tiny body propped up over the side of this building. You were more like ...[Thunderkiss quickly slaps on his Richard Paris face and hopes that the following imitation rubs even more salt in Richard’s wounds.] Thunderkiss: BAWWWWWWW! PLEASE THUNDERKISS, DON’T HURT ME! PLEASE, I BEG OF YOU! Richard Paris: You’re going to get yours someday. Do you hear me? YOU are GOING to get YOURS! [Ginger is quick to act on his threat. Upon seeing Paris’ hesitancy to leave, his index finger presses a button underneath his desk alerting ACW’s finest to his peril. The door to his office busts open with tremendous force and the men in black tee shirts are quickly taken aback at Ginger’s request to remove Paris from his office and not the perineal favorite, Thunderkiss.] Thunderkiss: Bye, bye now! [Paris’ body trembles in rage. A proud man, he has now been made into a complete fool by not one man, but two. Knowing Ginger’s legendary impatience well, security clasps their hands on Richard’s shoulders and begins to forcefully remove him from the office. Not wanting any part of this, Paris yanks his body away from their touch and walks out on his own accord. Now alone, Gingerdude and Thunderkiss are free to discuss further business.] Thunderkiss: Do you know that asshole did some psychiatric mumbo jumbo on me that almost got me killed! Seriously, Ginger, what ever happened to the days of you just getting someone to try to beat me up?! Chairman Gingerdude: Things change. Drastic times call for drastic measures. What good are enforcers when they cannot enforce? No Thunderkiss, the kids gloves are off from here on out. Paris had a good plan but just like all those before him, he did not succeed. That’s why I wanted you here to see his unraveling, so he could see his folly first hand. That folly being you. Thunderkiss, it may take time but one day I WILL get the last laugh. I want nothing more than for you to join Paris in the unemployment line, but alas, your shenanigans have saved you once again. In the meantime, I may not be able to fire you Thunderkiss, but make no mistake, you most certainly are not punishable. Thunderkiss: No. *pause* OH NO! You’re not going to force me to watch the “Best of Andrew Hunter, Volume One” are you? PLEASE ... DON’T!Chairman Gingerdude: Cut the act. Thunderkiss: WHEF! If Paris wanted me gone, all he had to do is forced my bound ass to watch that! Two minutes in and I would have been in tears. Chairman Gingerdude: *ahem* Let’s get back on track. Believe me, you’ll want to hear this next bit. While I was away Zero may have been an overzealous little shit but during his time in command he did something that even awed me. He found your weakness, Thunderkiss. [Gingerdude’s words force TK’s mind to flashback weeks ago when he sat in this very office with then World Champion, Jay Zero. Immediately a giant number pops into mind, a six figure number that instantly causes his blood pressure to spike to unbelievable heights. His pocketbook is under attack once again.] Thunderkiss: Now, come on, now.Chairman Gingerdude: All legal fees ascertained during ACW’s upcoming court battle with Charlotte King will come directly out of YOUR paycheck, and rightfully so. This has been coming for a long while, Thunderkiss. Hopefully when the dust settles, you will have learned that sometimes its best to keep your mouth shut. I know that may seem like a monumental task for you, so I can only hope. Thunderkiss: We done here?Chairman Gingerdude: Absolutely. [Angered, irritated and frustrated, Thunderkiss wants nothing more than to get the hell out of this room. However, in the process of leaving his mind recalls all of Ginger’s suitors over the past few months. Stephan Russo. Craig Lewis. Jay Zero. While they were all annoying in their special way, TK’s heart only has room for one asshole chairman and his name is Jonathan Gingerdude. A fan of routine policies, procedures and people, Thunderkiss in his own, sick, twisted, way cannot help but be thankful he is back.] Thunderkiss: Oh, Gingersnap?Chairman Gingerdude: Yes? Thunderkiss: Welcome back. [FADE] |
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 16:53:31 GMT -5
Segment - Inter the Hospital Credit - encryptic
Dammit... They actually took me to the hospital... What the hell, it's not like I ain't used to all this pain... It's just another show of disrespect, that's what it is! Everyone underestimates me, they all can't see anything I can bring to the arena... Those assholes! I am a former champion and I get put into this position? It's all the fault of people, I hate people!
Occasionally you find there exists persons, singular versions of people that pull themselves from the masses. I am one of those that just don't fit in... I'm forced to spend my time in this damn company, a company I hate with every second I'm forced into... I wish there was an easy way just to topple it all from the bottom up, a way to display how much power I actually have compared to those damn lowlifes... No one understands anything about me, that's why I'm here in this damn place... ARGGGHHH!
[/i] ? ? ? - Mr. Garland, Mr. Garland. The scene is set in a local medical facility, the aftermath of ACW's latest mega event, "Bloody Valentine." As a man approaches the bedside of another, the patient is revealed to be that of Brent Garland. The man who's voice pierced his thoughts sits himself down and removes his jacket, a pen in one hand and a pad in the other, Garland's eyes opening slow, turning his head as a closer view reveals bruises and slash marks on his flesh. [/i] Badger - ... Who... The hell... Are you?... Man [/u] - Hello Mr. Garland, it's a pleasure to meet you~ [/color] Badger[/u] - HAH... *cough* I call bull shit on that one... No one wants to see me if they wouldn't have to, everyone's done forgot about everything I've done in the past! It's all a monotonous collection of actions, everything I did, it's all worthless here... Nothing matters dammit! [/color] Man [/u] - ... I'm with the WestCrest police department, I've gotten a report on the attack, and a memo that you were held up in this hospital. If you would like our assistance in finding your assailant, that's what we're here for. [/color] The man opens up his notepad and removes the pencil from it's place and into his hand. He flips through a bit as Garland's face sours, the police officer looking down at his own handwriting before turning his attention back towards Garland. [/i] Man [/u] - During the attack, did you hear anything that could possibly put a target on the attacker? [/color] Badger [/u] - ... [/color] Man [/u] - Was there anything you saw, or was the attacker behind you, out of your sight range? [/color] Badger [/u] - ... [/color] Man [/u] - What about the~ [/color] Badger [/u] - Shut up... [/color] Man [/u] - ? [/color] Badger groans as he tilts his head away from the police officer, glancing them up towards the ceiling as if caught deeply in his own thoughts. After a short while of the man looking on, Garland cracks a heavy smile as if an idea hit him heavily. The man seems to want to continue the questioning, but Garland is the first to break the silence. [/i] Badger [/u] - It's that damn ACW... [/color] Man [/u] - Sir? [/color] Badger [/u] - Yeah... It's that damn ACW my friend... Everyone and everything is slowly slicing my mind in halves. Did you know I used to be locked up? Killed a man back when I was a late teen, shot him right in the head in his own office... Was bailed out of the mental ward by a man who trained me for a different path... People used to pity me for that, but I'm proud, proud of what I did. Stupid people who hurt me don't deserve as much as they're given... Like that damn ACW... They're afraid of my skill, they're afraid of my strength. It's all them officer. Everyone of them plot against me behind my back, trying to annex me from the company so I don't over shine them one day... I say they don't know, but they know... They know exactly what waits in their own locker room... The entire establishment's defeat is nested in their own corridors my friend. [/color] The man tilts his head as he gives a sorrowful look, Garland cracking his smile wider and more demented... The officer realizes that nothing much will be gathered, looking to put his pencil away, Garland's smile vanishing off his face as he turns it back towards his visitor. [/i] Man [/u] - Is that all you have to say? [/color] Badger [/u] - No officer... I've singled him out. I know who did this to me, and I plan to get even... These injuries won't keep me out of action forever you know. I'll be back in the arena this coming Monday night, ready to bring my own form of justice to my assailant... Some things need to be brought out into the opening, and he'll be broken into pieces when his plan is showed to have failed. Ohh the look on his face when he finds out... Now that... That's all I have to say. Get out of here before I call to pull you out... [/color] The officer sighs loudly as he raises to his feet and turns towards the door. Garland is shown in his backdrop as his eyes glance back towards the ceiling, the scene fading away with another smile cracking on his face. [/i] [/center]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 16:54:11 GMT -5
Segment: Rekindling the past flames, pt. 2 (Credit: XS3)
The vehicle had pulled to an abrupt stop and XS3 had exited the vehicle, kicking the door behind him shut and pulling off his sunglasses. As he entered the store, he quickly scanned around for Carissa, wondering if she had delivered on her promise. It was no secret that their relationship ended rather abruptly after only eleven months. XS3 sighs and continues to scan around until he sees a woman with luscious blonde hair, designer jeans, a black sweatshirt and shoes. The woman turns to see him and gets a big grin on her face; the one XS3 had been accustomed to back then. She leapt out of her chair and proclaimed:
Carissa: MAAAAAATT!!
Carissa then ran towards XS3 and leapt into his arms, wrapping her arms and legs around him as he held her tightly. The feeling to XS3 can only be described as warming; he hasn't seen her since they broke up and you can tell that he's glad there's no bad blood. XS3 sets her down and softly smiles.
XS3: Oh my god… You look so amazing.
Carissa: Thanks, you're not that bad looking yourself.
XS3 casually looked around and his grin became a big and toothy one, ecstatic to be back with his friend.
XS3: Let us engage in discussion!
Carissa: Still got the lame humor going on, eh?
XS3: Um… My dad thinks I'm cool…
Carissa bursts out into laughter as the two make their way over to the coffee machine. The two prepare themselves a cup of coffee each and XS3 chooses to pay for the lady. The two make their way over to the table and sit down, wasting no time in catching up and sharing backstories.
Carissa: So what have you been up to all this time?
XS3: Well, as you can probably tell, I'm living my dreams of being a wrestler and I'm currently back together with a friend that turned on me for a while. I've been married for about three years now and we just had our son Corey born into the world.
Carissa: That's awesome!
XS3 nods and takes a small sip before looking at his ex-girlfriend.
XS3: Well, what have you been doing? Did you ever get your journalism degree?
Carissa's smile softly descends into a half-smile, almost as if she was reluctant to share some details of her past.
Carissa: Well, I did but I struggled for about three years to find my purpose now. I was in and out of many abusive relationships but I'm finally free now. I've been living in Edmonton since we graduated and I've got a job at the local paper, doing fashion reports.
XS3: Sweet deal, that sounds right up your alley.
Carissa: Haha, yeah.
And the conversation continues on for a good ten minutes. The two discuss topics such as Barack Obama, pets and various high school tidbits that the two have not been able to tell each other since their contact with each other was lost. Finally, as the conversation is nearing its end, Carissa looks up at Matt with an inquisitive stare.
Carissa: Matt, I've been wondering.
XS3: Yes?
XS3 pauses and notices her shift in demeanor. Carissa looks back with her eyes shimmering with every word.
Carissa: How is it that you manage to keep your life going so smoothly? I mean, your job requires you either to smash someone's head or bleed. Wouldn't that make you want to go crazy?
It's a question XS3 has heard numerous times before but no matter what, he always has the answer right there for them.
XS3: Well it's hard. Any wrestler can tell you that it's one of the hardest professions out there. It's especially hard when you're in a stable like I am because you've got to look out for your brothers while taking care of yourself. think the main reason I do what I do is because of my family and friends. Ever since I started, my goal was to have a wife and a kid and win a world title before retiring. So far, after two marriages ending horribly, Christine and I have finally settled in and we have a child. I've got one goal down and I plan on progressing towards my next goal. There's always bound to be roadblocks in the way and if I have to break heads like you put it, then so be it. Even then, I'm always going to have my family and friends and no one is ever going to take them from me.
Carissa softly nods and a small smile begins to return to her face.
Carissa: You're right. I used to think my job was dull whenever my boss yelled at me. I've got into it though and him and me are close friends now. You have a point; I've got to look after my friends and boyfriend.
A small silence occurs before Carissa looks down at her watch and stands up from her chair. She grabs her jacket and as she lifts her arms up to put her jacket on, XS3 cannot help but stare at her stomach, revealing a pierced belly button. XS3, not one to shy away from small talk or any talk for that matter, points it out.
XS3: I like the piercing.
Carissa looks down at her piercing and gently touches the tip of it.
Carissa: Thanks, got it done a couple weeks ago.
XS3 nods and stands up from his chair, greeting Carissa with a warm embrace. She smiles as she presses her head up against his chest, having missed the feeling.
Carissa: Well, I must get going. Thank you so much for the advice. It was so great to see you.
XS3: Likewise; I'm glad things are going good for you. If you ever want to party it up, you know where to find me.
Carissa smiles once again before reaching up and planting a kiss on XS3's cheek. The two then release each other from the embrace and she walks out of the store and into her vehicle. XS3 looks out the window and waves one last time. She waves back before driving off. For a few seconds, XS3 stands in his place and stares off into space. It appears that he has touched another life in a good way and he smiles, knowing that with the prospect of being a good friend comes the prospect of greater things in one's future. XS3 then shakes his head and reassesses his main concerns, which are Christine and Corey. He quickly collects his belongings and makes his way out the store, into his vehicle and back home to his family and friends.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 16:54:27 GMT -5
Segment: No Pain No Gain (Credit: Scott Andrews) This fucking hurts.
Pouring anti-septic onto opens wounds isn’t supposed to be a walk in the park, but God damn it stings. My entire upper torso and parts of my face were opened up in that match, but it’s good to see that he’s learned his lesson. I don’t think Wayde Russeller will be challenging me to a re-match any time soon.
I re-wrap the bandage around my midsection as the blood seeps through. It’s still bleeding; these stitches aren’t even working. I hate doctors.
My task tonight, however, is to wait for that snake, Grimlock to show up and rain blood on his parade. Take no prisoners; show no mercy. That’s the only mindset I can have right now. He killed my father. He KILLED MY FATHER! I can’t let him go unpunished.
I reach over and grab my water bottle. Maybe if I tip a little bit on my wounds it’ll suppress the pain…
~OW~
Nope that didn’t work.
I take a swig and put the cap back on tightly before leaning back in my chair and staring up a collage of pictures; mainly Jessie. I miss her so much; if only she could understand why I’m doing this, why I have to sort out this whole mess. It’s not like she can understand losing a parent; she still has both of hers alive. When I lost my mother, I was broken. And now having my father killed in cold blood is the final straw.
If I wanted to sit around and let scum bags and low lives run around doing whatever they want because everyone else is too pussy to assert themselves then I would have done it. But my heart and convictions are too strong to sit around and do nothing. Rely on doctors, lawyers, and police. I have no faith in them; only myself. This is MY mission, MY life, MY vengeance.
I look over at the clock; 9.34pm. Not too late to grab a quick snack of chips from the cafeteria. Especially because I don’t have a match tonight; thank God. I’ve got more important things on my plate to worry about tonight, like being ready for Grimlock.
I walk over to the monitor and turn it on to make sure I don’t miss a single moment of the show. I’d be kicking myself if I missed my chance at vengeance. My single best shot so far. Even after the wild goose chase through a mob HQ, trying to bring Goblin to justice, and now this. It’s like it’s gonna be over soon…well, for Grimlock anyway.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 16:54:52 GMT -5
Segment: I Want My Baby Back Ribs (Credit: Train/XS3) The Other Day.... We open inside of the home of the Irvine's with XS3 and Train entering. XS3 is in front of him and steps into the living room where Christine and Corey are. Christine gets up to greet her husband and the two give each other a kiss. Train follows in shortly after with a bag in his hand. He sees Corey and licks his lips a little. Train sets the bag down then turns his attention to Christine. [/i] Christine: Oh hi, Train...long time no see. Train: Yeah, it has. How have you been doing?Christine: Pretty good. Train: That's good. And I'm guessing the baby is dinner-- UH doing good also. Christine: Oh yeah, everything has been going great. Train: Nice to hear the baby is well-done-- I MEAN UH UHMM.... good...yeahh......Train looks back down at Corey. Christine takes this time to move her head over, signaling XS3 to go into the kitchen. XS3 is confused at first then realizes what she means and follows her.XS3: Hey babe, what's the matter?Christine: I don't trust him. XS3: Trust who?Christine: Train! I mean, look at what he's done to you and Jake over the past month. XS3: Christine, relax. It was part of a plan. He never intended to put us in any danger whatsoever! Getting Zero's trust and breaking him took a lot of effort and Train was able to pull it off with flying colors! I mean, look at Bloody Valentine!Christine: I don't know. I never did trust him. He's a cannibal, right? XS3: Oh he is not. Train is just hungry... all the time... no matter what.Christine: I've seen him eat people. I don't want him eating Corey. XS3: I doubt he's dumb enough to do that.Just as XS3 finishes his sentence, Train takes some BBQ sauce from the bag. He gets a little closer to Corey then pops the top off of it. He begins to pour the kid in BBQ sauce, while looking over his shoulder to make sure they aren't watching him. Train: I want my baby back, baby back, baby back, ribs!Christine looks over and sees Train pouring the BBQ sauce and steps over. She takes the BBQ sauce and goes back over to XS3. Christine: What do you call this? XS3: He's a hungry man, he's always going to have his BBQ sauce. Corey has nothing to worry about as far as I'm concerned.Train: Shit, I couldn't finish pouring that on you.Train next pulls out a George Foreman grill and sets it down next to the baby. He turns it on and lets it heat up. Train leans over and grabs a knife, a fork, and a sharpening tool. He begins to sharpen the knife then Christine walks over again and grabs the knife.Christine: A knife! Seriously? He carries a knife around with him?!? XS3: You ever watch the news? You ever see how much crime there is in Calgary? What if that spills all the way out into Maple Creek? Train's gotta be careful, that's why he has a knife with him. Without it, he could get hurt.Christine: Okay, 1) Maple Creek isn't even a speck of dust on the ass of Calgary, which is like three hours away from us. 2) I highly doubt anyone would try and mess with that man. He's like 12 feet tall. XS3: Like I said, you've got nothing to worry ab--XS3 suddenly pauses and the couple turn to Train. He gives Christine an evil look, nobody takes away his food utensils! Train next grabs a plate about the size of Corey. He next pulls out an apple. He motions to eat it, but resists and puts it in front of Corey, who laughs at it. Train then puts it in his mouth. Train then lifts up Corey and sets him on the plate. Train next sprinkles some random pieces of lettuce around. XS3: ...All right, you've got a point. Train, put my son down. We've gotta go.Train: Right now? Aww...I was just gonna eat.XS3: I'll buy you something that ISN'T alive.Train: Alright, just as long as you don't get any bagged milk.XS3: ...Train: Just kidding bro. Let's roll. Bye Christine.Train waves goodbye then leaves the house. XS3 says "There is nothing to worry about" then gives his wife a kiss on the cheek and leaves as well. Christine sighs and considers that there may not be anything to worry about and it's all in her head.
Until she looks down and sees her son about to be fried on the grilled and served on a plate. She screams then picks up Corey and cleans him up.Christine: The more things change, the more they stay the same! Damn that hungry man! Fade out. |
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 16:56:22 GMT -5
Big Speeches Are For Awesome People
Dan White It's been a hustle-and-bustle Meltdown so far. Jake Steele's Appreciation Night, Jason Freeman's Last Rites. And we've yet to see the appearance of an extremely hyped up segment, the one of which involves Dan White, and the Chairman.
Well, we're not going to see that segment. Not yet, anyways. The camera fades in to Charlotte King, look glamorous as ever, and with a microphone in hand, it looks like she's ready to give an interview. The camera pans across a little bit, and there's a mixed reaction as Dan White is shown next to her. The idea is clear: but like, if I told you here now then there'd be no point in the rest of the segment, so we'll just get into the segment, okay? Okay. Good. Sound. Super. Splendid.Charlotte: Now, I'm here with The Welsh Dragon Dan White. Dan, what a show Bloody Valentine's was for you! There's so much to get through, but let's focus first on your match with Josh Robertson. I mean you practically ended his career, his arm was broken in three places! Dan smiles.Dan: Well, you know I just hope that goes to show those who doubted me so viciously when I returned, which was almost a year ago now! Man it seems like an age! But it pretty much goes to show, that you can put any opponent in front of the Genetically Superior Dan White. You can pick and choose any man, but when you go up against me, and the people riling behind me, you only got to have one chance to turn back before you're in my playground! And Josh Robertson, who was pampered all throughout his career with wrestling trainers, and state of the art gym facilities, was given a lesson at Bloody Valentine's! He couldn't get it into his thick head that he's no match for a man who's spent most of his life digging dirt for a living and fighting his way through inner-city pubs to survive! Josh Robertson thought that he could prove a point to me by catching me out? Well he's done what everyone has looked at when they've seen me since I've returned. The critics all said that I couldn't hack two matches in one night at Omega Effect IV, and suddenly I become the first ever two-time winner at ACW's most prestigious event! Then you have the Emperor of the Ring tournament, and the same old critics got up on their high horse and said that I deserved to be released of my contract. And then suddenly, I've gotten to the final, in a story that almost, just almost so good as Rocky Balboa! Sure, I didn't win the tournament, but what I did do was give myself a hell of a push, and I managed to get as close to the line as I could. And then you have Winter Discontent! A Hell in a Cell match, 6 men walked in, and one person walked out. Suddenly, you have a man who is on fire! The critics are easy to target people like myself. And I'm sorry for betraying the fans back in Autumn 2006. I'm sorry that I turned my back on them and decided to go for bigger and greater things. The truth is that the best things were right here, and I don't mean to say that as a cheap pop. I want to be able to show these fans that I'm representing them. I know that those fans come in all shapes and sizes, all forms of wealth, and all forms of skin colour. But no matter who you are, I'm here to kick the arses of those who pretty much get on everyone's tits. Josh Robertson tried to take me down, and what did he get for his troubles? BAM! Richard Prokas Tackle. BAM! Fujiwara Armbar. What I showed was that I'm not just a short fuse, but that I've never lost what I “had” before I left. If anything, I've only improved, and (sarcastic:) it's such a damn shaaaame (/sarcasm) I had to do that by ending someone's career. Dan pauses, and there's a pop. He's normally not one for big speeches, and Charlotte's even a tad surprised, but some points just need to be raised.Charlotte: Wow, I never knew you were much of a speaker. But anyways onwards and upwards, another issue that you spoke to me about on Saturday was the fact that you want to be World Champion. Charlotte looks at Dan, and he's got a very careful look on his face, one that suggests she ought to be very careful what she says.Charlotte: ...But with the formation of The Empire, how have your thoughts been changed? There are a few boos from the crowd, as Dan looks up, hands on hips, then looks down, almost appearing guilty.Dan: Okay....let me just get one thing straight. The Empire is going to be the biggest, most emphatic stable that we'll have seen here since the invention of The Entourage. But unlike that shambles of a faction, this time we have our priorities straight. We have three guys who are absolutely hellbent on ensuring that the UK is the top nation in this country. I'm the first ever British International champion, which shows how much we have a chance of making this work. But the only thing I want to say is that, without sounding too pissy, I don't think the fans should judge me on what I do and say when I am with Hughes and Jefferson. With them, everything I say is my own opinion, but I want to do what's right for the group. When I'm on my own, I say what I'm thinking, and that's that I want to be your representative against the tossers in the federation... There's a brief pop from the crowd. This basically means Dan is a part time Face and part time Heel, but they don't seem to mind.Dan: ...Starting with Chairman Gingerdude... There's a massive pop as Dan grins, and walks out of the camera, leaving Charlotte. Looks like we're going to get our confrontation at last.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 16:57:13 GMT -5
Segment: Stop! Monologue Time! Credit: Dave Shadow As the camera comes to life, we find ourselves in a different scene than usual; an old castle style building sits up on top of a hill, overlooking a town below. Atop the fort, a flag blows in the wind; a green, white and orange tricolor. It’s a lovely sunny day, as the camera pulls back to reveal Dave Shadow sitting on a grassy patch in the shadows of the fort. He sits with his knees held by his arms, and is dressed casually, his ghost white hair swaying in the breeze.Dave: This is Ireland. I thought after the pay pew view last weekend, I’d fly home for a day or two to relax and get my head round what happened, before the next show started and all shit hit the fan again. See, this is my home town of Drogheda. Chances are, most of you can’t even pronounce the name. It’s a big enough town, though not quite a city. And sure, its garnered a slightly bad reputation over the last few decades due to the number of teenage pregnancies, the notorious levels of binge drinking and so forth. But it is also known here for something else.Dave rises to his feet and looks over his shoulder at the fort on top of the hill.
Dave: See, Drogheda happens to have a massive historical back story to it. Specifically, a historical back-story involving the British Empire. Seem, while Drogheda is only a footnote in the history books of the Brit’s history books, they dominate ours. In the 17th century, Oliver Cromwell laid siege to this little town, seeing it as one of the main locations for possible rebels. He was scared by the people of Drogheda and the fear drove him to slaughter many within the town. For the British Empire, it was seen as a glorious victory, but only a minor one on the path to total domination. And soon, it was forgotten about.
But we never forgot. The town still remembers the brutality that the soldiers showed in their attacks on this town. The structure behind me is only one such memorial; Millmount. While the British soldiers marched through the streets and slaughtered anyone who would not swear loyalty, many fled to this structure, and there they found support. There, they kept their lives, because try as they might, the British could not break down the walls and get into it. Eventually, Cromwell continued his journey. Millmount has forever been seen as a symbol of sticking up for oneself and never fearing defeat.
See, this is something I felt that the Empire should know. Jack Jefferson. Dan White. Jonny Hughes. At Bloody Valentines, you announced the creation of your new super group. Congratulations. You make a beautiful threesome. You know what. I have great respect for your abilities in the ring. But I want it made clear right now that I have zero respect for the way you three carry yourselves. On Saturday, you crossed a line. You came in to the ring and you stole my title. You stole MY title. A title I have worked so hard to get and to earn.
I’ve made no secret of the fact I worry that I perhaps don’t deserve the title. That perhaps I won on fluke wins or for other reasons. Well, at Bloody Valentines, I beat Spade and I beat Jefferson, and I retained the championship. I won because on the night I was the better man. And that win should have enabled me to feel good about myself. Yet, after the match, the only thing I could feel was a bloody face, sore all over and the nagging feeling that there’s a pain in my arse developing.
I’m not happy guys. I’ll make that one clear to you all right now. You have something which belongs to me, and I don’t mean that in a figurative wrestling cliché style of talking myself up. I’m talking in a literal sense. That title is mine. The record books show that I am still the reigning champion, and that I should have the title over my shoulder. But I don’t. No. I am naked, and I want it on record that I fully plan on taking the title back. I’m not going to mince my words. I’m not going to bide my time. I am going to get back my championship title belt, whether The Empire likes it or not.
Behind me stands Millmount, a testament to the tyranny and pain which the British Empire ruled over Ireland with. But that’s the past. This is not going to be a repeat of your colonial crimes. You’re not going to rule over ACW like some royal brigade of champions. You’re going to crash and burn, and I am personally going to make sure of that. Jefferson, that goes especially for you. You can carry the title round. You can spray paint it whatever colors you want. But you are not, and never will be, a champion in the true sense of the word.
Enjoy your ignorance guys. Cause just like the Irish ultimately kicked your asses when you tried to oppress us, so to will Dave Shadow rise up and beat down the Empire!Dave turns and has one more look at the fort behind him, before starting to walk away, heading off camera. The camera pans back up and begins to zoom in on the structure, focusing in on the Irish flag which waves proudly in the wind.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 16:57:51 GMT -5
MATCH 3: Danny Mainer VS Dave Tyler
Credit: Danny Mainer
MATCH BEGINNING:
The match begun with a quick technical encounter exchanging waist locks and headlocks before Dave took over with a Headlock Takedown. Danny quickly countered that out with a Headscissors and then locked straight in a Meat Hook which Dave easily escaped after a few seconds of arm torture. The two were up and Shadow countered a clothesline attempt with a Fujiwara Armbar cranking up the pressure real high as Mainer rolled around trying to get out. The highlights of the opening where when Mainer hit a Slingshot Crossbody and when after that Mainer standing at the fallen feet of Dave with zero velocity managed to kick Mainer in the shin, wrap the legs around his head and lift himself up and then out again with a Hurricanrana which had quite a bit of impact showing great fortitude. The beginning ended after a Double Powerbomb attempt got countered on the second bomb into another Meat Hook.
MATCH MIDDLE:
Mainer after an escape of The Meat Hook showed incredible strength even without the demons infesting his body by hitting a textbook Belly to Belly Suplex which got a 2-count from Dave. Dave wasn’t impressed and when the two made it to their feet Danny stepped up the game with an Angry Pirate leading him wide open to a running tackle followed by repeating mounted punches as he attempted to draw some blood from the ex-Candyman. Shadow countered Mainer’s shots after several key strikes to the head by dealing a wicked right fore-arm to the mouth sending The Butcher reeling. Mainer fell to the floor and Shadow capitalized by hooking a wicked Russian Leg Sweep. As Mainer clambered to his feet, Shadow showed the audience how it was REALLY done with a big ol’ Springboard Crossbody getting a nice big shot of adrenaline was the cameras rolled and the move hit with phenomenal connection. Of course, it was just a case now of hitting some signatures and Mainer would be brown bread.
MATCH END:
Disaster struck! Following what seemed like a big rush of adrenaline and a series of key moves leaving Mainer highly incapable of the simplest of counters a Double Foot Face-Wash went horribly wrong as Mainer rolled out of the corner sending Shadow flying out of the ring and landing on his ass awkwardly hurting his spine to some degree. Mainer took the opportunity to recover and when Shadow got back on the ropes Mainer was straight in with a hip toss to throw him back into the combat. Shadow was exactly a metre and a half away from the turnbuckle and so Mainer climbed up and did a cut-throat sign before leaping off with Pigheaded Personified, a Diving Headbutt which caused a major headache for both The Butcher and Shadow. The battle of Ex-Employee VS Employer came to a head when Mainer, ready to finish off the match attempted his trademark Psycho Holiday but was countered leaving him on the floor. Shadow attempted to capitalize by delivering a stamp but Mainer was quicker, flicking a boot upwards connecting square to the temple. Shadow flew and fell face-first into the EXPOSED turnbuckle, raking the flesh of his forehead against the sharp metal ring which had become somehow exposed during the match. That said, a quick shot of Raymond King with a thumbs up was flashed as he headed back into the crowd. Blood dribbled down Shadows face and Mainer quickly set up to finish off his ex-boss. The arena all stood on their feet as Mainer lifted Shadows onto his shoulders, paused and then hit the Extended Vacation for the Un, Deux, Trois.
WINNER: Danny Mainer VIA Extended Vacation
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 16:58:35 GMT -5
[/size][/center] Lee: Dat’s rite. I am none otha than Lee Homicide. The roles I play are many. Sometimes, I’m King Lee. Other times, I’m tha Lyrically Equipped Emcee. Hell, there are some days when I’m tha Shadow Strikah! But today, what I am is da one who’s gonna put you into yuh place for dissin’ THA GUH-REATEST city in existence today, NEW YAWK! Ayseedubbya, if ya love tha N.Y., STAAAAAAAAAAAND UUUUUUUUUUUUUUP! [The audience wastes no time in accommodating Lee’s request once again. A massive burst of earsplitting hoopla emerges from the crowd.] Lee: Now, first impressions aside, you should know that I’m definitely not much of a talker. I’m much more one for lettin’ mah thoughts be made known through tha sickest of rhymes. So without further ado, I’d like to lay down a little ditty dedicated to mah new friend, Mr. Queer Eye on Steroids. Gimme a beat, let’s GO!
Lee: This is an ACW exclusive. East Coast, STAND UP! Westside, STAND UP! Whole world, STAND UP!
It’s time to separate the facts from the fiction,
You can sit back and just marvel at mah diction.
Your time is over cuz I’ve reached mah prime,
And if you smart, bitch, you won’t cross that line
Cuz, mothafucka, I can blow a hole through yo spine.
I’m from BROOKLYN, bitch! I ain’t new to crime!
And that ain’t a threat, dawg, cuz I make shit happen.
You ain’t gonna cheat Death if you keep on yappin’.
You won’t survive when I smack ya black and blue.
About the kinda hell I’ll unleash, you don’t got a clue!
Wake up, muthafucka, it’s time to face the facts,
They put the ball in mah court, and I still won’t give it back!
WHO AM I?! Bitch, Lee’s my name.
And errbody knows just how I run this game.
People pay just so see me do mah thang,
And I don’t mean strippin’ like that chick with T-Pain!
You can call me out, but that means I’m gonna spit on you,
Shit on you. And yo career, bitch? I’ma end that too!
My rhymes are unlimited, I ain’t evah gonna retire mah mike stand.
You can try rattle me, but then I’ll expire yo lifespan!
I don’t care if you’se a veteran cuz you ain’t beaten this rookie.
You were the 1st string in high school for just that time of the month, PUSSY!
Fuck San Fernando. I'll take out yo entire block.
“Brooklyn sucks”? Say that when I blast you with mah glock
And put a hole in yo back the size of Flava Flav’s clock!
You can bring an entire army to try me.
I tip mah hat to the back cuz I got the whole world behind me!
And all the fans who followed me closely know
I don’t have to kiss Ginger’s ass to be on this damn show!
I fuck with Crips and Bloodz, you don’t wanna see me go.
Bloodz tremble in fear. Cripz wanna see me flow.
So mouth off to me again, and I’ll take you out fo sho! [/center] [Lee triumphantly thrusts his arms into the air, signaling to the crowd that it’s time for them to show just how much they appreciated his efforts. And, boy, did they. A thunderous applause dominates the scene for nearly eternity before TK gets a chance to speak once more.] Thunderkiss: Well, you know, Lee. You’re right. I apologize. What I did was totally wrong. Lee: Yo, bra, listen. I know I come off like a punk sometimes, and let’s face it, that’s what I am. But to say that I can’t accept an apology would be way off tha marker. I can see you’ve been humbled in a manner befitting yuh crimes, so I’ll letcha slide this one single time. Thunderkiss: Next time, I shouldn’t let things build up inside of me for so long, because when I do, this happens.~!~WHAM~!~ [Lee, meet sucker punch. Sucker punch, meet Lee. With no hint of mercy or remorse, Thunderkiss lays one right into Lee’s chin, knocking him flat on his back Now becoming one with the lights above him, Lee’s conscious is so far out of his body that he has the pleasure of missing the following exchange of words. Don’t worry, the replay will get him up to speed later.] Thunderkiss: I know you’ll watch this later when your mind is a bit more clearer, so let me give you a little tip, son. Next time, don’t speak unless you’re spoken to. Also, trying to be the hero around here only leads to two things: trouble and pain. In case you can’t understand my English, let me put it to you like this, bitch. YOU JUST GOT SERVED. Oh, and how rude of me not to introduce myself. My name? ITZ THUNDERKISS, YUH BITCH! [Thunderkiss turns to the crowd and raises both arms high in the air, demonstrating his authority to all. As far as he is concerned, this is HIS kingdom and it is HE who wears the crown. The Kiss Army responds with an uproar of approval and some even go as far as showing their loyalty by throwing debris upon Homicide’s fallen body. This blatant show of disrespect for the city he loves and himself will not be forgotten by Lee, not for a long time to come. As far as he is concerned, it will truly be “N.Y. until he dies,” even if he must go that far to prove it.] [FADE] |
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 16:59:02 GMT -5
Remembering Jason Freeman Credit: Jonny Hughes and everyone who submitted lines[/center] We move from our last scene to another black screen with a message for the ACW fans.Remembering Jason Freeman The message fades away and we are taken to a rather hastily arranged set where we find the picture of Jason Freeman sat on a table which has a black tablecloth tossed over it and a poorly arranged bouquet of flowers that appear to have been thrown into the vase with no regard for the arrangement or visual impact. Next to the table is a comfy leather chair where Freeman’s colleagues will deliver their messages. We then fade to another black screen with yet another message.Danny Mainer Danny Mainer: "That little winnet Freeman is dead?! Praise Allah for that one! It was about fucking time too! I mean wow, that guy really knows how to crawl up your ass and yank out the hairs don't he? Whoever did that, maximum respect. Wait, what, you want me to remember him? Umm... I remember stomping his goofy ass for the ninety millionth time and him STILL winning a fucking award. That was a joke. Oh and I remember him stubbing his toe too. That was pretty funny."We fade from Danny Mainer’s rather harsh memorial speech to another speech this one is from a former Entourage stablemate of Jason Freeman in the form of...XS3 XS3: "Well despite everyone's opinion of him, he didn't deserve it. No one does. My thoughts are with his family."We fade from XS3’s memorial speech to another speech this one is from the reigning and defending...ACW World Champion – Jake Steele Steele: Then I said, "you gon' suck my di-" oh, uh, we on? Fuck, yeah, hello. Steele begins to hang his head down as he remembers Jason Freeman.Steele: Jason Freeman. I remember all da' good times we had. All da' bad times and all of dat. He was a good man, he was dedicated and he was truly a champion - at heart. And with dat said... I have to just say... Freeman was a bitch! I tell you what. I can't stand Hughes' bitch ass but for once I'm proud of dat British muthafucka! He killed Freeman! Do you know how long I been tryin' to do dat? Huh?
A long fucking time, dat's how long, so congratulations Hughes, you burned dat Jew into lil' jew bits, chea!We fade from Jake Steele’s testimonial to another from Jason Freeman’s former Entourage stablemate...Thunder Train Thunder Train: Freeman? He still wrestled here?We move from Thunder Train’s rather short ‘testimonial’ to one from another man who had a run-in with The Empire at Bloody Valentine...Dave Shadow Dave: So I guess I wasn't the only one who got screwed by the Empire at Bloody Valentines? What happened to Freeman was a travesty, and as much as I may not always like him or agree with his strategies, I can't help but sympathise with what happened. Empire, what you did to Freeman was wrong and twisted, and sooner or later, karma is going to come back round and kick your asses.We quickly move from Dave Shadow’s testimonial, to one from Jason Freeman’s one time stablemate and long term rival...Dan White There's then a large pop as Dan White is shown on screen, sitting back and relaxing, with one leg rested on the other. With sunglasses on, it looks like he could hardly be less bothered, as he gives his thoughts about Freeman.Dan: Well, I see that Freeman has died. And I guess ACW decided that I should be the ONE to give my thoughts and insights. I mean it's SUCH a tragedy, he'll be SO missed. I mean he did SO MUCH to the company that......well...I can't actually remember anything the guy actually did. I mean I think he won the International title once, but that's only cos Brimstone sorta died, and stuff. I dunno, he was always just a creepy little bastard. But I guess it just shows that The Empire are such a dominant force, eh? I mean we cripple one guy to the point of retirement, kill another....if you didn't know about better you'd think we were bringing back Capital Punishment! Continuing on from the testimonial from Dan White we move to Dan’s stablemate and the self-proclaimed ACW British Champion...Jack Jefferson Jefferson: What can you say about Jason Freeman? Well it’s quite simple really. The loss of Jason Freeman is a complete and utter tragedy. Not just ACW, but the entire wrestling community, has lost a future legend! We all know that Jason Freeman strived to be a Main Event star and the companies biggest draw...what’re the lowly 200-fans-a-show promotions going to do now? Jason could’ve achieved his dream – he coulda been put on a poster then performed in a school gym in front of 134 people! Now he doesn’t get a chance to do that; it’s a fucking travesty, it truly is. Jefferson stops talking and looks downward, his eyes closed and his fist placed on the bridge of his nose. He bites his bottom lip to prevent it quivering before taking a deep breath to compose himself. He feigns wiping a tear away from his right eye before standing and walking off. Unfortunately he doesn't quite get out of the mic's range before he starts laughing and calling Jason Freeman a "fucking tosser".Continuing on with the Empire theme we are taken to a testimonial from Jason Freeman’s on-screen rival and stablemate of White and Jefferson...Jonny Hughes Jonny Hughes is sat in the chair, holding the picture of Jason Freeman in his hands, he stares at it without a hint of emotion in his eyes for a few moments before placing it on the table and looking up at the camera.Hughes: ...I have no regrets...After Hughes’ rather short, and quite frankly cold, statement the scene fades to black and the show continues.Fade |
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 17:01:12 GMT -5
"Wait...What?" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
Bloody Valentine has come and gone. Two years ago, Rattlesnake fought Chance Emmerson for the ACW Championship and fell short of his goal. This year, he wasn't even at the event. He was off with Yuki in his quest to find the elder Satoshi...Yoko.
Yuki and Snake sought out Jade Amuro, someone close to Yoko. Jade had other things on her mind until Snake and Yuki asked her about Yoko. The clue they received was the first step in tracking down Orochi. That wouldn't be an easy task.
Leaving Yuki alone for a while, Rattlesnake sits outside. The morning sunrise swallows the darkness of night and paves the way for another glorious day.
Rattlesnake: Thank god we got out of there fast. I know what Jade was thinking. She looked good...but not that good. Besides, my heart is betrothed to Sarin. Nothing will sway me from that. Not a single person can stand in the way of her.
His heart was speaking loud and clear. But something was missing from it. Ever since he announced his Retirement Tour, it was like a part of him died. He couldn't focus on what mattered to him. He started to no-show events. Luckily he hasn't started to drink heavily.
Rattlesnake looks at the ground to his right and sees something out of the corner of his eye. He reaches over and grabs the object and pulls it into view. It's a green mask.
His eyes widen. He looks like he had just seen a ghost.
Rattlesnake: What? What the hell?!
His reaction ought to be enough of an indication that something wasn't right.
He turned the mask around and noticed an inscription inside of it. Three letters.
V.
W.
F.
Rattlesnake gulps. It was something he hadn't seen in some time.
Rattlesnake: This can't be here. It's got to be a dream. That's it! I'm dreaming! Any minute I'm going to wake up and I won't see this mask in my hand.
Rattlesnake sits nervously. He looks around him and twitches slightly. He's not waking up from a dream.
Rattlesnake: This isn't working.
Rattlesnake snaps his fingers.
Rattlesnake: I know! I'll pinch myself. It works in the movies. It ought to work in real life. It's worth a shot.
Rattlesnake grabs a small chunk of skin on his left arm and proceed to squeeze it. He screams in pain.
Rattlesnake: BUTT SLUT MOTHERFUCKER! That shit hurts!
Your guess is as good as mine. I never knew Snake had Tourette's Syndrome. But for argument's sake...he does right now.
He doesn't wake up. The green mask still resides in his hands and that can mean only one thing. It's clearly someone from his past.
Rattlesnake: This isn't good. Why am I finding this? He's supposed to be dead. He can't be alive. It's just not possible.
Whether or not it was possible, Rattlesnake's nerves were spiked. Fear overcame him. For once in his life, he was scared. He doesn't know what to do.
Hell, he might not be able to do anything. Usually with the past, things get buried.
His mask was supposed to be one of those things. It meant only one thing.
He has to visit someone he's known a long time. It's not going to be a pleasant visit either. He knows that this guy despises him and Rattlesnake feels the same. But this guy is the only person who knows what is going on.
After all, he hired the man behind the mask years ago.
Rattlesnake: Are you still trying to torment me after all these years? Why must you be doing this? Haven't I suffered enough?
Rattlesnake drops the mask onto the ground.
Rattlesnake: Haven't I suffered enough?
Distraught, Rattlesnake stands up and walks back inside. The green mask lies on the ground once again. The glorious day that Rattlesnake anticipated has turned dark and bleak. Clouds soon swarm in and a slow rain begins. A few seconds later, the mask disappears.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 17:04:05 GMT -5
Segment: Rejected and Defeated, but Not Dead (Credit: Lee) Slumped over in the metal chair, Lee Homicide doesn’t look like his usual cocky self. Drained physically and emotionally, tonight wasn’t how it was supposed to be. He was supposed to be full of joy. He was supposed to be the one walking out of Bloody Valentine the winner. Not Chris Phenomenal! WTF?! Harlem Superman?! He couldn’t wrap his brain around what had just happened out there. Sitting in his dressing room, he can’t comprehend how he let that victory slip through his fingers. It was the grandest stage of his career thus far, and he came up short. The depression was beginning to take over. He had the golden opportunity to make everything right, but he couldn’t get it done. This was the less glamorous side of the business. Everyone couldn’t be a winner. Someone had to lose.
He was so close. He felt CP fall unconscious in his hands. Nothing and no one could possibly console him at this moment. A lot of people lost matches that night. He wasn’t the only one feeling this way, but what did those other people matter? They didn’t. Tonight was supposed to be all about Lee Homicide. Charlotte King had tried to get him to talk to the camera, so the fans at home could share in his anguish. Lee had none of it. He didn’t even have the stomach to belittle Charlotte. In the dank locker room, he can only shake his head at the lost opportunity. Walking through the door is the only sunshine in his life at the moment: his mother and sister.
His mother, Lisa, breathed a sigh of relief seeing that her only son wasn’t seriously injured after such a grueling match. These types of nights always put the fear of God in her. She knows her son loves this, but she can’t bear to sit through a whole match. She rushes to hug her son, who is still a little worse for the wear, although he hadn’t suffered any substantial damage. The match had still taken its toll on him. His sister, Courtney just stood off to the side, reluctant to speak. Lee attempted a half smile to ease her worries, but she could see right through it.Courtney: Hey, don’t look so sad, you had a great match out there. Was she not watching the same thing the rest of the world had seen? He lost. It’s as simple as that. Either you win or you lose, at least that was how he saw it. The only thing people at home or in the back cared about was wins and losses. And let’s be frank. Lee lost. With his head sunk low, his mother pats him on the shoulder like the mother that she is. She looks at her son, who is dejected and feeling defeated.Lisa: You always took these things so seriously. It was one match out of hundreds to come, and at least you didn’t hurt yourself seriously. That’s what I’m thankful for. She had that uncanny ability to put things in perspective for him. Ever since he descended into the raging inferno that is professional wrestling, she always tried to get Lee to understand that there were bigger things than his job. But wrestling was his sanctuary. It was where he could get away from the depressing thoughts that accompanied him thinking about his history with his father. But she was right. It was only one match. Even though he knew that, it still stung like hell. He wanted to show the world that he was the best, that there wasn’t a more deserving man on the planet and he had failed.Lee: Yeah, you’re right, but it was right there for the taking. It was mine, and I let it slip away to that jackass! Lisa: Hey! Watch the language. I don’t care how upset you are. You don’t use that kind of language around me. Lee reels back like a puppy that’s just been slapped in the nose with a newspaper.Lee: I know...sorry. But I’m kind of pissed over here. I just lost a golden opportunity in front of the whole world to the Jolly Freakin’ Green Giant. Courtney: I knew I recognized him from somewhere! Lee and his mother give Courtney a sideways look, which lets her know that now wasn’t the time. Lee just shakes his head as he grabs a towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead.Lee: You always find a way to lighten the mood, huh? Haha. So what’d you guys think of the show? Courtney: I loved it! Mom spent half the time covering her face. You know she can’t stand to see her baby in pain. Lisa: Well, excuse me for being a caring mother. But what on earth were you thinking stepping into these ring with those maniacs?! You could’ve killed yourself! Scared me half to death! She punches him in the arm as she says this.Lee: Mom, this is what I do for a living. I had to go out there and give it everything I had. The only way for me to make a name for myself was to do something memorable. I want everyone to be thinking about me and that move on their way home. Lisa: You’re definitely your father’s son. You sound just like him sometimes. I swear you and him have the exact same spirit. Lee: Well, the old man did teach me a thing or two. Makes the rest of the shit I had to wade through with him almost worth it. This was always a sore subject for Lee. He never really talked his father too often. It just dug up feelings that would only slow him down in pursuit of professional growth. Thinking about his father would only help to remind him of what was missing in his life. Part of the reason why he was such an asshole was to keep people at a certain distance. He couldn’t be hurt again if he didn’t let anyone in too close.Lee: I may have lost tonight, but the next time I’m in that ring, I’m going to be leaving the fans speechless. And don’t worry, mom, I’m not going to kill myself out there. I’ve got everything under control. Lisa: I know that, honey, but I worry about you from time to time. You are my only son and the man in my life. If anything were to happen to you, I have no idea what I do. Courtney: Yeah, try not to kill yourself out there. You may be an idiot, but you’re still my big brother. Lee fakes wiping away tears, which brings a smile to both women’s faces.Lee: Aww, you guys love me. I mean, you really love me! You got nothing to worry about. I mean with all the talent I have, I’m bound to catch a break. I mean, they can only keep a good man down for so long. You guys watch. Sooner rather than later, I’m going to be on top of the world. I can’t sit back and watch the game pass me by. I made it this far through hard work and long days in the gym. I’ll be damned if the last memory these people have of me is watching Chris Phenomenal getting his hand raised over mine. I’m going to have my moment, and when it comes, it’s going to be sweet. It’ll be like watching the Yankees win the World Series. Mark my words. I’m going to have this whole company on its knees. Courtney: OK, Trips. You done with the monologue? We’d really like to get out this locker room cuz you stink. Lee: Haha. Very funny. ( rolls his eyes ) Yeah, let me go shower. Exeunt the two most important women in Lee’s life, his anchor to the wobbly ship of sanity.Lee: If this company thinks they've seen the best I have to offer, then they are sadly mistaken! I'm coming back with a vengeance. I can't stand failing, and this is only going to help fuel my fire. I may have lost out on this chance to get dazzle the masses, but come hell or high water, I'm going to be leaving ‘em speechless real soon. It doesn't matter who I have to go through, the fact is I was born to be a champion. And it doesn't stop because of one little bump in the road. Everyone will know my name. itzLEEyuhBITCH [/size][/font][/center] |
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 17:06:11 GMT -5
"Twice in One Day?" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
Just mere hours after finding the green mask, Rattlesnake's nerves were on high alert. He knew who owned the mask, but that guy was dead.
It's been a while, but it almost seems like yesterday. Events like that are rare at best. But to see something from years ago, it brings the question of why is it happening and who is behind it.
If you were to take a logical standpoint in this, no one in ACW knows of this. This goes way beyond the whole 3-month rule.
Only a handful of people know the significance of that mask.
Having that thought in mind, Rattlesnake pulls out his cell phone and calls the first person that comes to mind, his old friend Supervisor.
Rattlesnake: Come on. Answer the phone!
Supervisor: Hello.
Rattlesnake: Ron, it's Snake.
Supervisor: Holy hell! It's about time you called you asshole.
Rattlesnake: So you're the one who is behind this?
Supervisor: Behind what?
Rattlesnake: Don't play dumb with me. You know what I'm talking about. The green mask from our days in VWF.
Supervisor: Green mask? You mean the one that-
Rattlesnake: Yes, that mask. Why'd you put it underneath my patio chair?
Supervisor: Underneath your patio chair?
Rattlesnake: Yeah, under there. I know you like to play a lot of games. You like to play tricks on people, especially putting stuff that doesn't belong to them in their rooms. Like you put all of those dildos in Shocker's locker room.
Supervisor: Oh yeah. I remember that. Remind me never to touch another butt plug again.
Rattlesnake: Dude, don't even go there. I don't want to hear about that. It's creepy.
Supervisor: You brought it up.
Rattlesnake: Because you fucking did it!
Supervisor: Hey, chill out.
Rattlesnake calms down.
Rattlesnake: I'm sorry. I've been on edge since I found that mask.
Supervisor: Are you sure it's his?
Rattlesnake: It had V.W.F. engraved on the inside. There's no doubt about it. It's his.
Supervisor: Do you have it in your hands?
Rattlesnake: No, I set it on the ground outside. Let me go get it.
Rattlesnake walks outside and looks to where he placed the mask, but discovers that it's not there.
Rattlesnake: What the?
Supervisor: What?
Rattlesnake: It's...gone.
Supervisor: Like vanished?
Rattlesnake: Yeah.
Supervisor: Like disappeared?
Rattlesnake: Yeah.
Supervisor: Like it never existed and this phone call was just an opportunity to talk to someone because you think you are on the verge of a nervous breakdown which would shatter any hopes or dreams of advancing yourself in the fed you are currently in and hope to get as far as you did in the other feds we were once in?
Rattlesnake looks to the side. (Eat it Hunter. I just made a long sentence. What are you going to do about that? It isn't a topic title.)
Rattlesnake: It was there. You know I wouldn't lie about something like this.
Supervisor: You've turned your back on me before. How am I supposed to know you're telling the truth about this?
Rattlesnake: Do you honestly believe I would make up something like this? Something from 5 years ago and then just call you out of sheer coincidence with an incredibly fake story?
Supervisor: Hmmm.
The line goes silent for a moment.
Rattlesnake: Oh come on, give me some credit here.
Supervisor: Alright. I believe you. As fake as it does sound, it does seem to be one of those weird occurrences. I've noticed something this morning.
Rattlesnake: Like what?
Supervisor: A knife in one of my VWF pictures from way back.
Rattlesnake: A knife?
Supervisor: Yeah. Funny thing is, it wasn't in me.
Rattlesnake: It wasn't in you?
Supervisor: Nope.
Rattlesnake: Who all is in the picture?
Supervisor: D-Structa, Marko, Maverick, Nexus, Twister, you and me.
Rattlesnake: Where is the knife in the picture?
Supervisor: Well...it's in your chest.
Rattlesnake: Wha...
Supervisor: I've been meaning to call you about that. I just found it this morning. It was in passing. One minute it was fine and the next minute, there was a knife thrust into the picture. What do you think it means?
Rattlesnake: Well, he's dead. Someone else has to know about him.
Supervisor: Dead? But how can he be dead?
Rattlesnake: He is. Trust me on this.
Supervisor: Did you finally kill him?
Rattlesnake: No. I didn't. But someone blames me for something and he is involved.
Supervisor: You need to call everyone then. If you found something and I found something. Chances are they found something too.
Rattlesnake: Yeah. I'll do just that. Thanks.
Supervisor: No problem. Hey Snake.
Rattlesnake: Yeah?
Supervisor: Have you found any hot bitches in ACW?
Rattlesnake: No bitches, but my girlfriend used to have a girlfriend.
Supervisor: Did you get some sweet 3-way action there?
Rattlesnake: Jesus, you still haven't changed.
Supervisor: I take that as a no.
Rattlesnake: I need to go. I've got some things to take care of.
Supervisor: Alright. Let me know what you find out.
Rattlesnake: Sure thing.
Rattlesnake ends the call and looks at his phone for a second. He thinks about the picture. There has to be a connection, but he can't figure it out.
Either someone is playing a dirty trick or the dead just rose from the grave.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 17:06:27 GMT -5
Leave The Memories Alone Credit: Jonny Hughes[/center] We return from our commercial break to a close-up shot of the emotional image of Jason Freeman that we saw earlier in the show.The camera slowly pans out to reveal that the picture is stood on a grand oak table, much nicer than the hastily arranged set-up we saw earlier when Freeman’s colleagues were giving their thoughts and remembering Jason Freeman. The camera pans out further to reveal a bunch of elegantly arranged white lilies placed beside a small urn which is situated in the center of the oak table with the picture and flowers flanking it. The camera then zooms out further to reveal none other than “Spitfire” Jonny Hughes stood behind a lectern dressed head-to-toe in black. The camera pans out further to reveal the location of the memorial service as a local church function room on ACW Island. Hughes looks down mournfully at the bible he has resting on the lectern and clears his throat before addressing the guests.Hughes: Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you all for coming. We are here to remember the man known as Jason Freeman. We shall begin with Psalm 23:1-6 from the Bible...
The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever. Hughes finishes the bible verse and closes the bible before pausing for a moment, his eyes swelling with emotion.Hughes: Jason Freeman was a good man, and he touched the lives of many people...some of whom are here today. Hughes gestures out in front of him towards the guests who are present at the Memorial, the camera pans out to reveal that there are only 5 guests who cared enough to attend the funeral of Jason Freeman. There is a group of four people sat on the left side of the seating area who immediately recognisable as Jack Jefferson, Dan White and The Royles, immediately casting doubt on the validity of the news of Freeman’s passing. On the right hand side of the seating area is a male figure who is difficult to make out at this distance.Hughes: What makes the loss of Jason all the more emotional is that the people he left behind, namely his life partner Bruce who is here today.The unidentifiable man rises to his feet and the moment he does it appears that the jig is officially up and that the news of Jason Freeman’s passing is simply a machination of Jonny Hughes and his stable The Empire. The man who was identified as Jason Freeman’s ‘life partner Bruce’ is dressed in a leather waistcoat and a pair of leather hotpants, Bruce’s hair is styled into a trendy spiked fashion and his skin is coated in thick layers of spray tan. Bruce walks over to the lectern as Hughes steps aside and allows him to deliver his memorial.Bruce: My darling Jason...the love of my life...the light of my lifeAt this point ‘Bruce’ breaks down, the loss of his ‘life partner’ is clearly too much for him to bear. Jack Jefferson helps Bruce down from the lectern and to his seat as Jonny Hughes looks on.Hughes: Emotions are running high here today and so we will leave with a video package that ACW have prepared in memory of Jason Freeman...The scene fades from the memorial service for Jason Freeman and the pre-prepared ACW video package plays.
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