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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 17:06:44 GMT -5
Segment: Not BFF, Hell, Not Even F (Credit: Train)
The scene opens with Gingerdude at his desk, going over paperwork, fixing Zero's mistakes, repainting his office from a weird, light blue, back to normal. A knock is heard on the door and Gingerdude yells for the person to enter. Train walks in, sending the pictures that are hanging on the wall to fall again. Gingerdude sighs then stands up.
Gingerdude: Train, what is it that you want?
Thunder Train: Listen, I know you're opinion of me may not be in the best light right now because of what Zero said but--
Gingerdude: Let's get one thing straight Train, I don't believe Zero one bit. He has told enough lies the past two months for me to lose all trust in him. I didn't like the fact that you sided with him last month Train.
Thunder Train: But I wasn't really on his side!
Gingerdude: I can understand that, but it's going to take some time before I can trust you again. Now what is it that you wanted?
Thunder Train: I know that I gotta ref that match tonight. But I want my rematch against Hollywood at a later date. I don't care when, I don't care what type of match.
Gingerdude: I can't just make you number 1 contender Train. You are going to have to earn it.
Thunder Train: Come on! I am not going to work my way up again because I was screwed out of a match. You know that isn't fair. Sure, I did some stuff that I am not proud of last month, but Ginger, buddy, you gotta see the light with me man.
Gingerdude: *Sigh* Fine, Train, I'll give you this. You beat Hollywood Mach in a match later this month, you got your shot at Genocide, understand?
Thunder Train: Alright sounds good to me. Thanks.
Gingerdude: Don't thank me. I've still got my eye on you Train. Now go and get ready to be the referee. Oh and Train...
Thunder Train: What?
Gingerdude: Good luck in your match tonight against Double Penetration.
Thunder Train: ...thanks...
Train leaves the office and Gingerdude goes back to his paperwork. Train has a lot cut out for him tonight and now he must face the diabolical team of Double Penetration! OH MY! What is going to happen? Tune in, tonight on the longest running episodic internet show of all time.
Fade out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 17:07:00 GMT -5
Segment: Number 4 Credit: Jake Steele / ?? This scene opens up just outside of the Road Steelers locker room, with Charlotte King standing in front of the door, microphone in hand as normal. Earlier tonight her coworker Kevin Anderson tried his hand at a full on interview with Jake Steele, but he was clearly in a rush. Now with some time for him to have settled in, Charlotte has decided that now she will interview the man of the hour; Jake Steele. She knocks on the door and looks back at the camera with a half smile as she waits. The door opens and instead of one of the Road Steelers, we see the female we were introduce to earlier, Danika Williams, open up the door with a smile on her face as she welcomes Charlotte in.Danika Williams: You‘re looking for Steele right? He’s in here preparing for tonight, right this way. Charlotte is lead into the room by Ms. Williams, who makes a seat for herself near Steele as he sits on a bench with his shirt off and a few tailors showing him suit jackets and shoes that he could wear.Steele: Yeah, I’m likin’ dat black and silver combo. And dem gators is on point. Gimme dat and -Charlotte: Uhm, Steele? Steele throws his hand up at the tailors and tells them to take a break as he turns his attention to Charlotte. With that smile still on his face and his World Title placed close behind his back, he apologizes for not noticing her earlier.Steele: My bad Charlotte, I didn’t see you there. What I do see though is dat you are wearin’ dat dress - heh - if you don’t mind me noticing. I was gonna tell you dat I was busy but I just can’t deny you now. What you need to ask me?Charlotte: Well what I wanted to get a few words from you before the big celebration tonight, if possible. Steele: A few words? Aight? But first… let me ask you a question.Charlotte: Okay, go ahead. Steele: June of last year, Omega Effect Four. I made a promise to ACW. I said dat not only would I beat Freeman in da middle of dat ring, but I would knock out Kudo AND later go on to become International Champion. Now Charlotte, what happened after I made those claims?Charlotte: You defeated Jason Freeman and not too far after you became International Champion. Steele raises his hand up and does a gunshot motion with his thumb and his index finger pointing at Charlotte, signaling that she’s one hundred percent correct.Steele: Bingo. Now stay on da journey with me real quick. Let’s take a little detour in between Omega Effect and da time I became champ. Let’s go to… Heatwave. I made a promise there too, actually me and Train both made a pact. We said dat we would walk into our Tables, Ladders and Chairs match empty handed, but rest assured we would walk out - Tag Team Champions. Tell me what happened then Charlotte! Charlotte: You and Train indeed became Tag Team Champions. Steele: Aight, aight we almost at da last stop. Dis next one ain’t too far out either, so you don’t have to use your journalism skills too much. Ragnarok 2009. I went up against two “legends”, if you wanna call ‘em dat. Thunderbitch and Bollywood Mach. I made most likely one of da biggest if not DA BIGGEST declaration in my entire career. I said I would do what seemed like da impossible to some. I said I would beat! Thunder kiss AND Macho!! And what did I do!?Steele’s tone has definitely intensified now, and with every word it gets deeper as he takes Charlotte down memory lane, who even seems to be getting into this now.Charlotte: You beat them! He stops now, and reaches around to grab his World Title. Steele holds it up close to the side of his head and his expression isn’t that of cocky, it’s that of a confident man. A man who knows what he has and also isn’t afraid of his past either. This is what makes his next statement even more powerful.Steele: And just like all those times… at Bloody Valentine, I did it again. Not only did I end da very short lived era of Jay Zero, but I kick started a brand new one. Charlotte… we are now livin’, in da era of Jake Steele. And you better take pictures, pull out your video cameras and order every PPV dat I headline, because I guarantee you dis. Once it’s over… once I'm no longer holdin' dis title and some other lucky sumbitch is, you will have to look at dat new champion, hold yo' head down to da ground and think. There will NEVER - be another.The man they call the “The Truth” slaps his championship and lays it back down to his side. He seems to think this interview is over… but Charlotte had other plans.Charlotte: Before I go, I had one other inquiry. This week acw.com promised that you would reveal the fourth member of the Road Steelers. Who is that man? Steele: Don’t ask me, Charlotte. Let him tell you just who he is…itzLEEyuhBITCH! Before this simple utterance can even be completed, the fans are already going apeshit. Only one man could speak with so much chutzpah, and that is precisely the man who suddenly bursts onto the screen: Lee Homicide.Charlotte: Well, well, the fans have made it quite clear how they feel about this most recent development. So with that out of the way, I guess the most pertinent question now is how do you feel about it, Lee? Lee: Well, to put it as simply as possible, I'm excited. I'm happy that I was able to join forces with some of the most prolific talents this business has known. Me and these cats, we're gonna take the annals of wrestling history by storm and forever cement our names into its pages. That's exactly what I set out to do as soon as the tip of my pen touched the paper of the ACW contract. That's exactly what each and every member of the Road Steelers set out to do as soon as their feet touched the unrelenting canvas of that glorious ring. These guys got the scopes of their rifles trained on the very same target as me. Wouldn't it just be logical for me to wanna jump on board this ship? The crowd goes absolutely nuts again. They certainly share the same logic Lee is endorsing.Lee: Heh, but if you would be so kind as to allow me to digress for a second, Charlotte, there's definitely something I need to say. The present state of affairs is exciting, yeah, but there's still a very pressing issue not pertaining to this current time. I need to talk about the past, a very recent past. In an almost complete 180 degree shift in demeanor, Lee hangs his head low in reverence and heaves a massive sigh. When he raises his face up once more, the expression he wears is much more contemplative, pensive. He's clearly about to speak on something weighing very heavily on him.Lee: I'm talking about the events of five very short days ago, when I rushed toward that ring with all the snark and arrogance of a deluded fool, then proceeded to come out with the short end of the straw in my ACW pay-per-view debut. Chris Phenomenal, you ruined my moment. For that given night, you were just a bit better than me. That's something that doesn't usually happen, but you drew your cards right on that one night, and you walked out with a win. Now, I could be my usual trifling S.O.B. self, spit some sick rhymes into this mike, and tear your dignity to shreds, but, in a move that will surely disappoint the masses watching tonight, I'm not going to. Lee shakes his head to reiterate his statement.Lee: Chris, when you beat me, you actually did me a favor. You made me realize how lax my state of mind truly was. You made me realize that if I ever want to taste the sweet nectar of victory again, I need to be able to resort to any means possible. I need to fight to the last breath, fight for my life if I'm going to fulfill my dreams. And I thank you for that. I thank you for allowing me to do so, because without you getting the better of me, I would've continued to trudge along in mediocrity and self-satisfaction. From now on, when it's my hand that's raised after the bell rings, it won't be destiny or any of that crap. I will simply be better than everyone out there! And sooner or later, Chris, we're going to cross paths, and you can boast all you want about how you beat me this one time. But the next time you haul your chubby ass back into that ring with me, just know that I'd just as soon die before I let you rip another win from me! Another moment of silence, as Lee brushed his fingers through his hair. Clutching onto his ribs, The damage that he took in the match still affected him.Lee: At Bloody Valentine 2009, the kid from Brooklyn was the man who was laying on the mat out cold. I refuse to let that be the last image of me people will remember! Lee lunges forth and snatches the camera, forcing it to focus on a close-up of his livid face.Lee: You take a look right into my eyes. Make it a nice and long look because the next time we see each other in competition, it'll be the last thing you see before you GO TO SLEEP for a long, LONG time! Lee's breathing becomes ragged as the adrenaline courses through his veins uncontrollably. Charlotte opens her mouth many times, as if to try and steer this conversation toward a different subject, but her courage fails her those first few attempts. She, like any sane person, is completely petrified at the prospect of enraging the Dragon even further.Charlotte: Um...L-L-Lee...Would you care to talk about your opponent for tonight? Jo-Jonny Spade? Lee: Ha, Jony Spade. The poster boy of this company and the one that the fans love. You're a legend, aren't you, Spade? You're supposed to be one of the biggest and best wrestlers that this company has to offer. Pshaw, I tell you. Pshaw. At the moment, I'm sure you're sitting in your locker room, fuming at the fact that some little punk has the gumption to diss you live on TV. I want you to take a close look. I want you to listen very closely. Because in a matter of minutes, we're gonna fight to the death in the ACW ring. Spade, I want to prove that I am better than you! I'm going to make sure that there aren't any doubts about it. I'm going to be the best wrestler that ever stepped foot in a wrestling ring. Spade, you're just one more step I'll trample over on my way to the top of the ACW mountain. And, tonight, I will prove that this is the year of the DRAGON, not the year of the BITCH! After that truly intense promo, Jake Steele rises to his feet and walks over to Lee Homicide, no emotion on his face but that of a proud stablemate. He puts his hand out to the newest Road Steeler, in a sign of respect and acceptance. Homicide's chest pumps in and out furiously as he turns to Steele and nods with a smirk on his face as they both shake hands for the camera, the fans watching from afar cheering this heavily. Steele turns his head to Charlotte, then to the camera as he says one more thing...Steele: Welcome... to da Democracy.FadeNote: Credit for Lee's tirade goes to Lee Homicide, naturally
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 17:07:28 GMT -5
Segment: Finally (Credit: Yoko)
Yuki Satoshi had flown halfway around the world to accept a contract with ACW, but when she got there...
"Yuki who?"
"You're not Yoko."
"It's pronounced Yoko, sweetcheeks."
"Don't waste my time, kid."
"Can't let you in. Sorry."
Etc.
Then she makes it into the arena at last.
The former many-things in ACW, Jay Zero, refused to sign her when he had the chance to. His reasoning was not subtle; not one Satoshi had a place in his ACW.
But Ginger is back now.
Yuki: I can't believe it!
Ginger: Believe it.
Yuki is in Ginger's office, holding her new contract.
Yuki: I didn't think I'd ever get it. Not with Zero in control.
Ginger: I wouldn't worry about him for a while. He just obtained a lot of free time.
Yuki: What do I do now?
Ginger: Find an outfit, train, you know, wrestler stuff. Then you get paid.
Yuki: Who do I wrestle first?
Ginger: I've decided to put you against Jay Zero on Warfare.
Yuki: ...Isn't he suspended?
Ginger: Yes, but consider it to be a punishment for him, while you get some revenge too for him sending you to the streets.
Yuki: That might be too much for me... I'm not even sure if I'm any good! This shouldn't be my first match.
Ginger: Yuki, you've got Yoko's blood in you. I've seen her fly past expectations. Nothing is impossible for a Satoshi to achieve. I expect you to succeed just like your sister. She would be so proud of you right now. ...Any news on her?
Yuki: She might be with Orochi, we're gonna check soon.
Ginger: Good luck with that.
Yuki: Are you sure I can beat Zero? I think my first match should be toned down.
Ginger: Once you're in the ring, you'll see what I mean.
Yuki: I'm sure you're right...I'll make her proud!
She smiles and begins to leave.
Ginger: Yuki Satoshi, welcome to the ACW roster.
Yuki: Thank you for this opportunity!
Ginger goes back to his work...which currently consists of a rather large backlog of files, the stuff Zero messed with. Blargh.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 17:08:05 GMT -5
Segment: The Lair (Credit: Rena Matheson)
Rena’s journey with the two unknown cloaked men was not very long, and soon she arrived in a desolate location with only a brooding mansion in disrepair. She took a deep breath before following the cloaks into the entry hall, just before it began to rain outside. The front door closed in unison with a clap of thunder and the candles which filled the room suddenly lit, revealing two large staircases around a large door.
…: Welcome, child.
Rena looked around, but found no body to the voice. She was about to ask who it was, but before a noise could creep out of her mouth, the large door in between the stairs opened slowly. The cloaks grabbed her arms and led her into the large room which was now open to her eyes. It was a marvelous room complete with an ancient organ, the centerpiece of the ancient decoration and furnishings. When she took a deeper look, she found another man in a cloak, the face completely blacked out by the shadows in the room.
…: Please, have seat.
The cloaks led her to a chair and then hurried up to their master, who was sitting on a large eroded throne with many gems engraved onto the arms.
Rena: My name is-
…: I know, Rena Matheson. You were born in Japan, raised in New York City. You became a wrestler and joined Alpha Championship Wrestling in 2004, juggling both a busy singing career and an intense, physical wrestling career. You also have come here for a reason, I presume.
Rena: Yes, I-
Cloak 1: She wants to be
Cloak 2: Like she was before.
…: I see. Hmm, well then I assume you want to be a great wrestler again?
Rena: That’s the idea, yes.
Rena was morbidly fascinated by the ghostly pale white skin on the unknown’s hand, which sported a large ruby ring.
…: Well, as you should know I am the phantom. I grant wishes from time to time to poor souls like yourself. I can grant your wish, my child, but for a price.
Rena: But, I don’t have anythi-
…: Oh, it’s a simple task really. You want to have it all? Everyone does. You see the World is a fascinating place, my child. In my ancestors’ mythos, the sun changes three times each month. In the course of the three changes, you must complete a task for me in order to keep the powers I give you. If you fail to complete the task, my spell with be destroyed and you will become my slave. These two, and many others, couldn’t keep their end of the bargain, and I’m afraid to say I had to take them into my care.
Rena: What do I need to do?
…: Well, my sweet child, as you know my ancestors had enemies. Every clan has another against them, its human nature of course. I am the last surviving relative of my ancestors, and there is only one remaining from my enemy clan as well. I have yet to find this individual, as their true power has yet to be unlocked. But I am very close, and confident, that my ancestral enemy lies within Alpha Championship Wrestling.
Rena: You mean to tell me you think your only enemy is part of my company?
…: Precisely.
Rena: So you took my vulnerability as a chance to get an inside look?
…: You could say it that way, but you are getting something out of this too! You are being given a wonderful opportunity many would kill to have, which brings me to my next point. In addition to the wishes you seek, you will be given a special chip implanted into your skin which will signal you if any waves are detected from a certain person you interact with. Your job is to decipher these waves as the correct waves for my ancestral enemy and kill them.
Rena: Kill them? Now wait-
…: Hold your tongue! When you complete this task, you will continue to have all the power you have ever wanted. Your career shall be in your hands!
Rena: But I can’t kill. I’m not a killer.
…: You’ll learn, my child. I have confidence. In time, you will understand the importance to get rid of those who pose a potential threat to your power. Now, all I need is your word.
Rena: ……. Fine.
…: Perfect. Now, the process begins. Take this bottle with you and take it whenever you feel you need to. It will give you the power you seek. Just make sure for the first 3 hours you are in a comfortable place as the transition isn’t always a smooth one. And this…
The Phantom revealed what looked like a stapler, and handed it to one of the cloaks. They moved swiftly down to Rena and stapled the chip into Rena’s skin. She screamed and moved back, cursing under her breath.
…: It does hurt, doesn’t it? I’m sorry. You’re free to go now… But remember… this must be done before the third set of the solstice change. Good luck, and I’ll be seeing you soon.
Rena was confused but left the mansion in a hurry, holding the potion in the bottle tightly in her hand. She would take it as soon as she arrived home.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 17:08:29 GMT -5
Match 4: Chris Phenomenal vs. Hollywood Mach-- Non Title, One Fall to a Finish with special guest referee Thunder Train Credit: Chris Phenomenal
Chris Phenomenal asked for this match and he got it. With a win over Hollywood Mach Chris would cement himself firmly in the International Title Scene, and for Mach, the win would show any other prospective challengers what would occur if they stepped across him. There was an added dimension to this match however in another man who has staked his claim to the International Title in Thunder Train. Would he be out for revenge against the Macho Man, or would he hamper Chris Phenomenal’s efforts in order to prevent him from winning and possibly earning a title shot.
Match Beginning[/u]
Between these two goliaths of the ring, it was a certainty that this match was not going to be a high flying affair. The two started with loathing in there eyes and immediately locked horns, trying to bully the other into a corner but eventually ceded to the stalemate. The two backed off and engaged in a test of strength but once again neither man could get the advantage over the other. The two started to back away from each other again before Macho Man decided to go to a little bit of amateur wrestling and shot in with a double leg takedown that Chris was able to snuff out for a moment, but in the end Macho Man was able to take him down and seize control of the match. Macho Man fired a few rights to the skull before Train pulled him off, and gave Chris a chance to get to his feet. Once he got their however Macho Man came right back on the attack with a few blistering chops before whipping Chris across the ring and catching him with a massive back body drop as Chris got major air. To his credit he got to his feet quickly but Hollywood had the look in his eye and went to work on Chris, first with a over hand right, and then a big hook to the ribs that doubled Chris over and allowed Mach to take him down with a stalling ¾ neck breaker and covered Chris. Thuder Train looked on for second, unsure as if whether he should count the fall as WCW hollered at him from ringside and once he did he was only able to get a one count before Chris was able to get the shoulder up. Mach got to his feet and immediately got into the face of the first time official and slapped him across the face. Thunder Train looked like he was going to strike back but Chris beat him to it catching Macho Man with an inverted head hook backbreaker and stealing control of the match early on.
Maxwell McNally: Chris Phenomenal now has a chance to show us what he’s made of[/I] ”Fast” Eddie Edison: I think he’s already done that but this could get interesting[/I]
The Middle
Hollywood clutched his back in pain as Chris Phenomenal got to his feet and started to stomp him raucously, first the arms and the legs before Hollywood Mach was able to make it to the ropes and Thunder Train surprisingly hopped in and forced Chris off, calling the match down the middle. Chris backed away and allowed Macho man to get to his feet and once he did he looked to take his head off with a lariat but Macho ducked it and Chris tumbled over to the outside, or so it appeared as Mach stumbled away as Chris skinned the cat, and pulled his two hundred and seventy pound back into the ring over the top rope. Chris waited and as Hollywood turned around looked to catch him with a toe kick but RDK caught it and countered with a big head butt that staggered both men, Chris more so however and this gave Hollywood a chance to connect with a big running Lariat and then a scoop slam before forcing Thunder Train to haul ass to count to two as Chris got a shoulder up. Macho Man looked a little more approvingly at the hustle of Train, but was still disgusted at not being able to finish Chris Phenomenal and showed it as he walked away and “accidentally” stomped on the face of Chris Phenomenal, re opening the wound that was previously stitched up.
”Fast” Eddie Edison: Macho Man has reopened the forehead of Chris Phenomenal Maxwell McNally: He’s pretty well been in control of this entire match.[/I]
The End
Macho Man sized up Chris Phenomenal who appeared to be over matched against the International Champion, having only hit one offensive move all match. Macho Man is lining him up for the Macho Slam as Chris gets to his feet and stumbles into it and Macho Man looks to have it but Chris reverses it and uses the arm he had trapped to connect with an ippon seionage and then fire a stiff kick to the back of the Macho Man that causes him to once again clutch his damaged back. It’s Chris turn to back away and line up Macho Man ready to put him to rest and cement his status as a contender. Hollywood is slower to his feet and once he does Chris comes in as Thunder Train tries to get in position, and is met with a massive right hand from Chris Phenomenal clocking him in the side of the head stunning him. Chris fires another right as Macho Man is too his fight and all hell has broken loose in the ring. Chris and Macho Man exchange lefts and rights to the skull of Thunder Train, who give him credit stands tall in the face of adversity but it isn’t enough as Chris and Hollywood deliver a double toe kick and then take him down with a double DDT. Chris looks at Hollywood and shakes his hand before he heads to the top rope looking at Thunder Train. All of the sudden a loud roar is heard from the crowd as XS3 comes sprinting down the ramp to the defence of his partner. He immediately goes after RDK who is quickly off the ropes and Thunder Train starts to roll towards the ropes. Chris goes after XS3 who only gets one shot in on RDK before he is double teamed as Chris enters the fray. Chris and Mach connect with a few shots but XS ducks under one and quickly drops down and rolls out of the ring beside Thunder Train. As Chris and RDK look on from inside of the ring as the crowd is in shock at what has just occurred.
Maxwell McNally: Did Chris Phenomenal just join Hollywood Mach?[/I] ”Fast” Eddie Edison: It sure looks like it Max, this entire match and even what happened earlier was all a set up to go after Thunder Train.[/I]
Match Result[/u]
Hollywood Mach and Chris Phenomenal fought to a No Contest[/I][/u]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 17:09:35 GMT -5
Segment: Hmm….yah nothing can go wrong from that plan. (Credit: Jonny Spade and Dave Shadow)
As the scene opens up we find Jonny Spade walking down the hallways backstage still looking battered and beaten from his 3 way dance at Bloody Valentine. And him losing his match earlier tonight probably doesn’t help out his case against Homicide either but can you blame him, look at how bad he looks!
While walking down the hallway he spots his opponent at the match, and real Entertainment champion, Dave Shadow passing back and forth in front of a locker room door. Being that Dave and Jonny are on good terms with each other Jonny decides to go and see what the champ is up to…
Jonny: Yo champ! What’s up?
It appears that as the camera gets closer Dave is talking to himself and mumbling something under his breath. He doesn’t see and hear Jonny come towards him. Jonny puts a hand on his shoulder….
Jonny: Dave? …You ok?
Dave jumps and is startled by Spade and throws a punch in his direction in reflex. Luckily Jonny has some pretty good reflexes still in him, he’s able to dodge the punch just in the knick of time.
Jonny: Woah! Easy there Dave, it’s just me Spade…you can relax. What are you doing here…infront…of…the
Jonny looks around and sees that it says “The Empire” on the door…Suddenly it all makes sense now!
Jonny: You’re here for some revenge aren’t you?
Dave begins to let a big smile spread across his face; a big, evil looking smile. He has some mischevious intentions brewing in his head. He looks behind Spade up the hallway before looking behind him, making sure the coast is clear.
Dave: Right, here’s the plan. I need you to do some lookout duty for me here. I’m going to sneak in and see if I can nab my Entertainment Title back, ok? The Empire are away right now, so they shouldn’t pose a problem. But just in case, back me up. Ok?
Spade looks round reluctantly, but he doesn’t have time to answer as Dave opens the door to the dressing room slowly. He peeks his head inside, and spots something he was afraid of. The Royales lie around the dressing room, one with a magazine over his face. The heavy breathing and the odd snore lets Dave know that they are fast asleep though.
Dave peers round the room, trying to see if the title belt has been left out in the open, ripe for the taking. He walks inside and closes the door behind him. He starts to sneak over to Jefferson’s locker which is, of course, on the other side of the room. He slowly moves towards it, making sure not to make a sound in case he wakes up the guardians of the room. As he approaches the bag, he hears someone turning over behind him and letting out a huge grunt. Dave stays frozen to the spot, too afraid to move in case he’s about to be discovered. He turns round to check the scene, but finds that the Royales are still sleep….
He lets out a huge sigh of relief and goes back to his search. He opens the locker (which, conveniently, doesn’t have a lock on it) and starts poking round inside. No sign of the title anywhere. Behind him, the door opens again. Dave’s head darts round, as Spade pokes his head in as well.
Spade: Dave, I hear someone coming.
Dave signals to shut up, before continuing his search. Spade looks back outside before coming in to the room and walking gingerly over to Dave. Dave pulls a bag out and searches inside for the belt. Spade tries to grab Dave and pull him back, but to no avail.
Spade: We’ve got to go!
Dave: NO! Not until I find….
Jefferson: This?
Dave and Spade spin round to find the Empire standing in the room now, their backs to the door. The Royales wake up as well, as they climb to their feet. Outnumbered, Spade start to look worried, but Dave looks furious. He looks at what Jefferson holds in his hands; the Entertainment Championship, spray painted in blue, white and red. Rechristened, but still rightfully his. He lets out a blood churning scream and leaps at Jack, despite the odds. White and Hughes catch him though. Even as Spade tries to help him, it’s obvious that both men are too tired and beaten up already to put up a decent fight.
The camera cuts back outside again, as in the dressing room, we can hear bangs and screams. The door opens, as Dave comes flying out, and crashes into the wall opposite it. Spade is quickly behind him, stumbling out. He looks ready to go back in, but looks to see Dave lying on the floor, holding his neck and starting to bleed profusely again, his cut from the PPV reopened. The door slams shut behind them, as Spade checks on Dave.
As the laughs of the Empire can be heard in the room, Dave gets to a sitting position on the floor in the hall and wipes the mix of tears and blood from his eyes. He swears loudly, before Spade helps him up.
Spade: Don’t worry Dave.
Dave isn’t listening. He starts to walk off down the hall, his head hanging low. Spade watches after him, as we….
[FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 17:10:20 GMT -5
You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet Dan White It's a pretty intense setting around the Meltdown arena, but things suddenly get a lot more intense, as “Gingerdude's Theme” hits, and the Chairman begins to make his way out to the arena to a reasonable pop from the crowd. He's gone through a lot over the past few months, from the whole debacle of OCW to accidentally leaving Jay Zero in charge of the company. But now the Chairman is back where he belongs, and he's going to relish being in charge of his company once again. But there's a lot of things that have happened since his return. A new World Champion, practically a brand new roster, and a certain little terrorist to deal with.
He's in a smart unbuttoned collared shirt, with a dark gray jacket and dark gray trousers. He climbs up the steps with a spring in his stride, taking a microphone from one of the crew workers on the side of the ring. Slipping through the ropes, he almost does a little jig as he gets into the ring. Almost completely a different kind of mood to be in for what he's due to address. His music begins to fade, and as such, he starts to address to the crowd.Gingerdude: Now as you people all know, we've being going through some chaotic times here in ACW, both here in the ring, and indeed, business-wise. With the credit crunch affecting so many of us all over the globe, many companies have fiscally come out of it in some form of hardship. Now ACW, whilst we're still comfortably afloat, aren't one of the few exceptions. Stock share went down, the value of the company decreased dramatically. I mean heck, to sell the company now would be one of the worst decisions in business of all time. Which means you're stuck with me! The wry joke cracks a few smiles within the audience, but Ginger's facial expression turns from that of light-hearted humour, to that of extreme concern, in a second.Gingerdude: Over the last few months, this company has had to resort to downsizing. I mean at Bloody Valentine's you saw possibly the weakest pyro display we've had here since 2004. Simple economics dictate that whilst in special occasions we can afford to go over the top and give you a spectical like none other, such as our Omega Effect V event in just 3 and a half months, we just can't treat every show like it's the Superbowl. I know this is equally disappointing to those of you sitting in the crowd, and indeed to those of you sitting at home right now. But it's just....business.... He lets his words (and assumed catchphrase) sink into the crowd, before he continues further, the look of concern growing evermore.Gingerdude: There have been a number of individuals that have caught my eye over the past few months, who I believe are nothing more than, for lack of a better term, a plague on the company. Eating this place from the inside. You may not like what I'm saying, but when you consider what these certain individuals have done to the company that I help built...well, let's just say that you wouldn't think twice about including these people in whatever trade you were in. He looks over at the titantron.Gingerdude: You know who you are....these people know who you are.... A huge pop as the chants for this particular person rain through the ACW Arena.Gingerdude: ...So let's get this over with! There's focus again towards the titantron, and a hush from the crowd. Whilst they know who it is, the way it's been anticipated whets their appetite, and then-ANARCHY!!!!!! The pop from the crowd is loud, as “Anarchy in the UK” hits, and it grows even louder as The Welsh Dragon walks out through the curtain, in his street clothes. He walks down the ring with a very casual walk, sliding into the ring and taking a microphone that was tossed into the ring for him. His music slyly fades out, and he stands, face to face with Gingerdude. Even though his music has faded, the chants from the crowd are beginning to form, and Dan slowly tilts his head in a sign of acknowledgment.Crowd: WE-DRAG!! WE-DRAG!! WE-DRAG!! WE-DRAG!! WE-DRAG!! He turns back to Gingerdude, raising his eyebrows as if to say, “if you fire me, they riot”, and Gingerdude nods his head a couple of times nervously, as if to say that he realises that thoroughly. Both men take a step back from each other, and it's Chairman Gingerdude who begins the proceedings.Gingerdude: Well Dan, I'd like to say it's a pleasure. But really, I can't really say that I have anything nice to say at all. The crowd are still hot, as Dan slowly raises the microphone to his lips. He opens his mouth wide, and Gingerdude prepares for the verbal raping he's about to get...Dan: ...Likewise. Okay then, maybe not quite so bad. Gingerdude can open his eyes now, and he begins to address the situation thoroughly.Gingerdude: Well, heheh, where do I begin. The laugh isn't one of enjoyment, but rather bemusement, as Gingerdude goes on.Gingerdude: I mean I really don't know where to start with you, Dan. You're the biggest problem I've got here, bar none. You're like the itch on my back that just refuses to go away. Even if it takes 18 months, one day, POOF! You're back! It's incredible, really, isn't it? Dan: You said it. Gingerdude: Yes, I did say it Dan. But do you know what really irks me? That you claim that you're the shining beacon, the representation of ALL these people, and yet you don't have any consideration to what you're actually doing. Do you know how much I had to plead to keep us on air as a result of the vicious beatings you gave Jason Freeman late last year? Did you know that I was ordered to have you fired after you URINATED on the guy?! So many things have happened that I was this close... He squints his finger and thumb up so there's very little leeway between them.Gingerdude: THIS CLOSE, to not firing your arse and sending you back to Wales. Do you know why I didn't fire you, Dan? Dan shrugs his shoulders, in a very disinterested manner.Gingerdude: It's because I thought that when you finally won that International Title at Winter Discontent, that you would be a changed man. I figured that you would have had your fun, gone overboard a little bit, but once you realised that there were realistic goals in front of you, you could become an example to people. That you could become a role model for kids. Okay, maybe it's a little unconventional, but I figured that with someone with your background, you would have been eager to try and hide that horrible past of yours. I mean you yourself admitted just earlier tonight that you had a terrible upbringing. One would have assumed that someone who has gone from the very bottom of Western civilisation to a job where you get paid millions of dollars each year would have been an absolute blessing... Gingerdude's beginning to speak with some despair in his voice, and this suddenly drops to one of pitty.Gingerdude: But no. Instead of trying to become the boy who could do it all from nothing, I see you continuing your treacherous ways. You and your two cronies The Royles just run around, beating people up to you see fit. You vandalise people's property. You are thriving on a way of life that gets most people locked up for the rest of their lives! And I simply cannot let a man like that, run around the company I help build, and inject their venom into it like that. There's a bit of heat for Gingerdude, but it comes more in the form of “he's just slapped you, what you gonna do back?” type of heat. Dan shakes his head as he looks up at the ground, but as he raises, there's a loud pop again, as we see a big smile on his face.Dan: So...a man who single-handedly runs a once multi-billion dollar company tells the entire world that he's got extremely important issues to address to one of his employees. And you tell the entire world that.......you're unhappy about the way I was brought up? There's shock on Gingerdude's face; he certainly wasn't expecting an answer like that.Dan: Gingerdude...I've worked with you on and off for damn nearly five years! We've been friends for some of that time, but mostly we've been foes, and tonight, you've just pretty much confirmed that you're continuing some beef with the very man that you shouldn't have. Gingerdude, you know fine and damn well where I came from. You knew that my upbringing was harsh. But I've lived with it. You knew that when you found me, I was an ill, out of shape wreck. But I managed to get up, beat myself into shape, and I came to this place. Mate, I can never thank you for giving me the opportunity to work here. There's a brief pause.Dan: ..but it damn sure ain't gonna stop making me feel like I wanna rip your guts out!! Massive pop from the crowd, and Ginger's eyes widen again. He takes a couple of steps backwards, quivering into the microphone.Gingerdude: Yo-you, d-d-don't you d-DARE t-touch me- Dan begins to laugh, as Ginger falls to one knee, almost begging.Dan: Heh, dude, I'm not gonna hit you. Unless you provoke me or something. But I just need one thing sorted out. Why do you think that I'm such a big deal? What exactly have I done wrong? Gingerdude suddenly gets up off the floor, trying to compose himself, before launching into a vicious tirade.Gingerdude: ...You don't know what you've done wrong, Dan? Heh, well let me just list them for you! Since the start of the year, you have done nothing BUT bad things to this company! You projected yourself onto the ACW Arena...you ruined the PA System for an entire night....you painted my office in the colours of Wales, in LEAD PAINT no less....you forged my signature to allow yourself a World Title shot at your digression, you had a PARTY IN MY OWN HOUSE WHEN I WASN'T THERE, AND YOU SPENT £12 MILLION POUNDS ON A SUPERBOWL ADVERT FROM COMPANY MONEY, THAT WE DID NOT HAVE!!!!! There's a complete hush from the crowd. They've never seen Gingerdude this angry in a very, very long time. But he's not done yet, and responds, albeit it with a slightly calmer tone.Gingerdude: You know, I am absolutely sick to DEATH, of people like you, who walk into a company and have to be complete and utter arseholes about the whole situation! You try to think that you're bigger than the company. Well you know what, Dan? You know what happens to people that are bigger than the company?! Well you only have to ask BK London and Jay Zero that question, Dan. They got FIRED!!! THAT'S RIGHT, FIRED!!!! Dan's had enough, rolling his eyes and butting in with complete force coming out of his mouth.Dan: YEAH?! WELL COME ON THEN, GINGERDUDE! FIRE MY ARSE!!! KICK ME BACK TO WALES!!! He turns around, bending over.Dan: GO ON, I'LL LET YOU DO LITERALLY KICK ME OUT OF THE ARENA!!! WELT AFTER WELT, YOU CAN BOOT ME SO FUCKING HARD, THAT YOUR FOOT IS SO FAR UP MY ARSE THAT YOU'RE LITERALLY KNEE DEEP IN MY SHIT!!! KICK ME ALL THE WAY OUT OF THE ARENA!!!! The crowd are going crazy, as Dan turns around and gets right up close and personal to Gingerdude.Dan: Come on then, Gingerdude. You've had enough of me, clearly. So, fire me. Fire me like you did with BK London and Jay Zero. There's an immediate hush again throughout the arena, as Dan points his microphone towards Ginger's mouth. Dan squints his eyes, waiting for an answer, as are everyone else. Gingerdude gives Dan the 100-yard stare, slowly opening his mouth...
...and then closing it again, turning and taking a couple of steps to one side. Dan shrugs his shoulders to the crowd, and they're again cheering for the Welsh Dragon, as he continues in his rant.Dan: You see Gingerdude, every single person that you bring into the spotlight is, by your own credit, your work. And those two people that you mentioned, Jay Zero and BK London, were indeed your own work. But what the hell happened to both cases, eh? BK London betrays you, and tries to run his own brand, trying to run you out of the federation! When you finally have the chance to get rid of him, you handpick the very person who took the championship off him. I mean great on your part. Not only did you get rid of a fading star, but you've picked the man who's going to take ACW into the next generation! Like a Pied Piper, Jay Zero is going to play a tune on his flute, and we'll all march behind, cheerfully dancing behind him. Dan smirks, and Gingerdude rolls his eyes, knowing the next part of the story all too well.Dan: Satisfied with who you've picked to take the company to the next level, you do the absolute brightest fucking thing on the planet, don't you. We're in a worldwide credit crunch, and you go on vacation. Whoop dee fucking doo. The cogs in your mind must have been racing when you thought of that one! So you fuck off to the Bahamas, and Jay Zero decides to take over. Brilliant fucking marketing skills, that one was, eh? So you've fucked off, the World Champion has turned naughty and taken over, and then you decide to return. But you must have known, from the instance of hearing about Zero' shenanigans, that there was already a brand new shining star up there, didn't you. Gingerdude looks up, closing his eyes. Again, he knows all too well where Dan's going with this.Dan: Yes, there is a World Champion who was recently crowned who happens not to be me. Conveniently neglecting to include Jake Steele's name there.Dan: But if that person wasn't me, you would have no problem firing me right now, would you? He smiles broadly at Gingerdude, to whom this is all mental torture.Dan: That's exactly what I thought. Despite what you said about me “plaguing” the company....Despite what you said about me extracting venom to every nook and crannies in this place....and DesPITE THE FACT THAT YOU ABSOLUTELY HATE THE VERY GROUND I WALK ON.... The crowd are already hot, as Dan finishing his sentence.Dan: I AM THE MAN THAT YOU CANNOT AFFORD TO FIRE!!!! A large pop goes up, and Dan lowers the microphone down, and he raises his eyebrows towards Gingerdude, who just shakes his head, but all too well knowing that everything Dan has said is right. Dan has been on a rampage ever since he returned to the company last year, and it's surely only a matter of time before he wins the World Title.Dan: Say what you want about disliking me, and hoping that I never become the World Champion. The fact to the matter is, you know damn well that it's going to happen, and that it's going to happen sooner before later. And that, my friend, is a right touch!! There are more massive cheers as “Anarchy in the UK” hits again, and Dan White drops the microphone, glaring at the Chairman as he slides out of the ring, and begins to walk up the ramp. The Chairman is seething, having well and truly been made a fool of, which was not his intentions at all with this segment. What he wanted was to warn Dan about his future conduct, and bring into light that his sort of action would not be taken seriously. What he got instead was accidentally admitting to the world that Dan White could well be the future of this company, and to the Chairman, that's his worst nightmare.
Fade to a much needed commercial.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 17:10:54 GMT -5
Segment: The One That Got Away
(Credit: Scott Andrews)
As ACW comes back from commercials, we see the arena and all the fans in attendance until the camera cuts to our announcers; Maxwell McNally and Eddie Edison.
McNally: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Meltdown! Last weekend we had an amazing PPV, Bloody Valentine where a lot of things went down and the organization changed a lot that night - - -
Interrupting Max’s speech is the thundering guitar riff of Norma Jeans’ - “Dillemmachine”. Green and white lights filter through the crowd as the camera focuses on the entrance ramp. The crowd has no idea who the person that will appear is, and stand up to get a better look. It’s not long before a menacing figure emerges from behind a thick wall of white smoke. With long black hair, a green cape, and the mask that defines him; Grimlock is revealed to the audience.
Edison: It’s him, Max! It’s Grimlock!
He begins walking down the ramp as the crowd become more and more angry, throwing items and being completely empathetic to Scott’s cause. The booing is unbearably loud as Maxwell tries to speak.
McNally: I can’t believe the audacity of this human being, and perhaps even that is an understatement. He may not even be human with a heart as cold as his.
Edison: I’ll tell you one thing, though, if he comes near this announce table I’m gonna go medieval on his ass!
Grimlock reaches the apron and climbs up and over the top rope, moving towards the center of the ring where he merely stands, looking down as the music slowly fades out, allowing the true volume of the boos to be heard. Grimlock puts his microphone to his lips.
Grimlock: If you degenerate pieces of trash would SHUT UP for ONE MOMENT I have some things I’d like to say!
He doesn’t make the crowd feel any better about his appearance, but carries on regardless.
Grimlock: I revealed myself last week as the killer of Scott’s father; I was the green man on the security footage, and YES I did try to frame that little Goblin by stealing his axe for the hit; he doesn’t deserve to be in this organization anyway. I couldn’t let this perfect murder be pinned on someone like him.
The inevitable happens. The lights flicker on and off as a dark blue filter fills the arena. “This Lying World” by Unearth blasts the P.A. and the crowd are ecstatic, jumping up and down cheering as an almost fully bandaged, shirtless, Scott Andrews runs down to the ring with ‘Lucy’, his baseball bat, in hand.
McNally: Get him, Scott!!!
Grimlock freaks and tries to run, but Scott catches him before he can escape into the crowd. He pulls him by the cape and drags him to the mat. He kicks him repetitively and smacks him in the back with his bat a few times before Grimlock uses his natural strength to grab Scott’s leg and take him enough off balance to trip him up. Grimlock then lifts him to his feet and unloads lefts and rights. Scott blocks a strike and retorts with some of his own, including some back hand chops for good measure. Grimlock gets one shot into Scott’s ribs, however, and the Vigilante crumples to one knee, the effects of his PPV match still obvious.
As all hope seems lost, the camera flicks into the crowd as the Grim Goblin runs through the fans with an axe in hand. Grimlock doesn’t notice until he’s quite close, and when he does, he begins to run up the ramp. Scott snatches Goblins axe and runs after him, throwing the axe like a tomahawk and missing Grimlock by mere inches as he escapes through the curtains.
Scott: I don’t care where you go, Grimlock! I WILL find you! I can track down any target, any shape, any size! Don’t think you’re safe!
Scott can’t continue and goes down to one knee again to try and alleviate the pain. He winces as he grabs at his guts. Goblin offers him a hand, but Scott shakes his head and gets to his feet.
McNally: Well, Scott got a small amount of revenge tonight, but I’m sure it won’t be nearly enough for him.
Edison: Not only that, but how is he gonna defend himself if he’s in this condition? He’s got his heart in the right place, but his mind is wandering further and further away…
As Scott walks up the ramp, clutching his wounds as he goes, the scene fades out.
Fade Out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 17:14:45 GMT -5
Segment: Making Matters Worse.... Credit: Dave Tyler and Jack Jefferson
As we cut backstage again, we find Dave sitting down in his dressing room on the floor, holding an icepack up to his head. He leans against the wall, some blood still on his face from the earlier beating, but most of it cleaned off by now. He sighs and stretches out, as the door to the dressing room opens. Mickey Cole, Dave’s personal assistant and interviewer, comes in brandishing a microphone in hand. Dave looks up at him from where he sits, before stretching his head back.
Dave: Cole, I’m kind of in a bad state right now. Between the match with Mainer and the whole Empire fiasco, I’m tired and sore.
Cole: I just thought you might want to discuss what happened with the Empire tonight and also at the PPV?
Dave: What happened? My title has been stolen Cole, and so far, my attempts to regain it have been failures.
Cole: Call the police?
Dave: What’s the point? They think its all fun and games because I’m a wrestler, and I should make sure I “win it back”. I never lost the thing to begin with. But do I have the title around my waist? No. Instead, I have to sit here and watch as Jefferson sprays the title, spray paints MY title. I stand by what I said earlier. I need a plan and I need a way of getting at the Empire.
Cole: Ok. Well, listen Dave. You know I’m here for you, yeah?
Dave looks up at him again. The annoyance is gone from his eyes. Dave smiles and nods.
Dave: Thanks Cole.
Cole: No problem. If you need me, just call, ok?
Dave: Thanks. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to sit here and wallow in self pity for a while, if that’s ok? I need to think of a more cunning and devious plan…..
Cole laughs a little before heading back out the door, leaving Dave in the dressing room. Dave shakes his head, before shifting the ice pack round, and letting out a small sigh of relief at the way it eases the pain….
Cole walks out into the corridor and closes the door quietly behind him. There is a look of worry etched on his face as he ponders his friend’s situation. He knows that Dave will keep pursuing The Empire for revenge until he is either successful or kills himself. Suddenly, a voice shakes his out of his thoughts.
??: It’s Cole, isn’t it?
Cole turns around to see that he’s face to face with none other than Jack Jefferson, British Title on his shoulder and all. Cole goes to shout to arouse Dave’s attention but Jefferson cuts him off.
Jefferson: I wouldn’t do that if I were you...Shadow’s already in a bad way isn’t he? Telling him of my presence would be a very bad idea because he’d attack me and end up more badly beaten than ever!
Cole ponders his options for a second, before realising that Jefferson has a point.
Cole: Fine, what do you want?
Jefferson: I want to talk to you about alliances. You see, I’m part of the single greatest collection of wrestlers in ACW...The Empire. Whereas you’ve chosen to align yourself with Dave Shadow. A man who is so deluded he thinks he can take on The Empire and win. Shadow fails to realise exactly what he’s up against and also the fact that he just isn’t talented enough to gain a victory.
Cole: Actually--
Jefferson: I didn’t ask you for your fucking opinion! When I said I’m here to talk to you I meant that I’d be doing all the talking! Now listen closely to me, because this is important. Dave Shadow and Jonny Spade have gotten themselves into a war by standing in the way of The Empire’s inevitable progression to the top of this company. This is a war they can’t possibly win!
You, Cole, have chosen the wrong side. You’ve aligned yourself with Dave Shadow and therefore you are an enemy of The Empire. In war, those aligned with your enemy are there to be made an example of...
Suddenly Jefferson’s expression changes to one of rage and he leaps forward, clocking Cole in the head with “his” title. He repeatedly stomps on Cole, the venom evident in his eyes, until he is no longer moving. He then drags his limp body over to the door of Dave Shadow’s locker room and leans him against it. Jack Jefferson is sending a very clear message to Dave Shadow and his smug grin tells us all he’s happy with what he’s just done. He casually knocks on the door and walks away.
Fade to Black
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 17:15:08 GMT -5
“First Person” Credit: Thunderkiss I am the Worldbreaker
They pay me to break things.
Bones. Careers. Egos. I’ve broke them all.
Unfortunately, sometimes, I break friendships as well. “I’ve sat in this room for quite a while now. So long in fact I have no inclination on what the time is, and to be honest, I really don’t care. All I know is that when show time comes, they’ll find me. In the meantime I sit here pondering the future of this tag team, of Double Penetration. Just over a month ago we were on top of the world, tag gold finally in our hands. To get there we had to endure so much, just like always. Part of me felt so guilty of having X suffer the wrath of the “Thunderkiss experience” even though he constantly told me he didn’t mind. He’s a good man, really. I know he’d do anything to undo what happened. We all would. Though the words are hard to find and even harder to get out of my mouth, I do my best to start the healing process.”Thunderkiss: Buddy....“I should have been there for him; I should have seen the beginning of his addiction. If only I would have stopped it before any of this happened. If only ...”Thunderkiss: I know I came down pretty hard on you last time we talked. I just wanted to say I’m sorry. “That was hard to say. It always has been. I can count on a single hand how many times I’ve actually pried those two little words out of my mouth. I can only hope he sees this and understands the rareness of this gesture.”Thunderkiss: Over the last month, I’ve been through a lot, yes. But in my own pain, I failed to see yours. I’m sorry about your parents, X. That son of a bitch did to you first what he did to me and I failed to see that through my rage. I know that you didn’t mean for this to happen and I can see it in your eyes you would do anything to change it back. “I lie. Truth be told, I don’t see a damn thing in his eyes. I haven’t since Bloody Valentine. He’s changed. I don’t think I like what lies behind his blank, hollow gaze. Am I responsible for this?” Thunderkiss: But we can’t. We have to move forward. She would have wanted it that way. Through it all, we still have these. THIS is what brought us together. We have a job to do and I am not a man who lets things go unfinished. I know you aren’t either.“I point to the ACW World Tag title laying there proudly on the bench. I am a champion of Alpha Championship Wrestling. Despite what others may think, it is an obligation that I don’t take lightly. If there is anything that can aid my cause of patching this team back together, it is these two prestigious belts. I pray that they do not fail me.”Thunderkiss: It’s game time, X. The sound system is playing our song. The crowd WANTS Double Penetration. Let’s not let them down. What do you say, do you accept my apology? “I sit and wait for a response. None comes. I can only hope when I have this conversation for real and not talking to an empty spot that I’m not greeted with this uneasy silence. The knock at my door informs me that my practice session is at an end; it’s time to bust some skulls. In comparison to the task ahead, the battle ahead seems minuet in comparison - that is until I remember that I will come face to face with FSX in a matter of seconds. I need to clear my mind, to let go of this nagging guilt and as I finish lacing my boots, I know just what the doctor ordered.
New Road Steelers, which ever two consider themselves the to be the “new” ones ...
It’s on.”[FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 17:17:19 GMT -5
Segment save just in case.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 17:18:30 GMT -5
Title: With Question Mark’s and Exclamation points Credit: Chris Phenomenal Monday June 16th, 1997 [/u][/font] The scene opens on a warm June afternoon on the dingy streets of Harlem, New York. Running down the streets in an over sized coat that stands out against the summer warmth is a young Chris Phenomenal, age eleven. In hot pursuit of him is a man in blue, hollering at him to stop. Chris rounds a corner into a grungy alley and tips over a few trash can’s barring the way for the pursuing officer. Chris rounds the corner but the officer is making up ground and as Chris tries to cut down another alley he is caught by the officer. Chris looks down at his feet cussing as the officer spins him around. Officer: Son, I’d like you to hand that video game over.Chris Phenomenal: What vidya game ya dumb fucking bastard.Officer: I wouldn’t be using that language son, didn’t your mama teach you not to use those words? J..Chris Phenomenal: Now don’t you go talking about my mother, or I’ll pop ya one righ’ here.Officer: If you so much as lay one finger on me, I will arrest you on the spot for assault on an officer, and kid that means time in jail.Chris Phenomenal: You want this fucking piece of shit, you can have it bitch![/I] Chris reaches into the pocket of his jacket and thrusts the case to a Sega Genesis Game into the police officers chest with surprising force for an eleven year old and starts to walk away, kicking the dust and murmuring to himself. Officer: AHEM! I wasn’t finished with you young man, now I would ask you come back here.Chris Phenomenal: And what if I don’t fucking well want to.Officer: Then it’s resisting arrest and once again you go to jail.[/I] With his head hung Chris returns to the shadow of the officer, the shadow of the county jail looming over his head is the only thing preventing him from taking a swing at the man and running. Officer: Now what I’m going to do here is take all your information, then we are going to take you home and have a talk with your parents. Now what is your name?Chris Phenomenal: Seymour DicksOfficer: Oh, we have a comedian in our midst, how convenient. I’m telling you know that I’m letting you off fairly easy, I could march you back in the squad car and put you in a cell until your parents come and pick you up. Now what’s your real name.Chris Phenomenal: Mike Mystic, my great grandfather was a magician and when he came to this country he mis read the immigration forms.Officer: What is your address and telephone number?Chris Phenomenal: I aint got no telephone crackerjack, and my address changes each night. You leaving uptown in your little house with a white picket fence, I be sleeping right here.Officer: You’re parent’s must have some form of post office box, or a place in which there mail can be delivered to.Chris Phenomenal: You don’t get it do ya, ya dumb fucking bitch. I aint got no parent’s to feed me and clothe me and shit. I just run these streets all day and night. You gonna’ issue me a ticket or some shit, or we done here.Officer: You’ll be done as soon as we go back to the store and you apologize to the owner.[/I] With that the squeal of tires is heard and Chris immediately hit’s the ground as a blue Toyota comes roaring by with it’s rear windows down. The clap of gun fire is heard and all of a sudden the police officer is on the ground, clutching his chest as the car drives by, one lone finger raised in the air and a chorus of laughter ringing from the open window. Chris looks down at the guy and in a brief moment of compassion tries to locate a pulse. Not finding one, Chris gets up to leave, but not first before kicking the officer once in the ribs and snatching the game back up.[/center] Backstage in the ACW locker room Chris Phenomenal sits on a bench, his hands behind his head with his feet up on another folding chair. The window clock has the time as 9:00, three hours after the show was over. Chris puts his head down in his head. Chris Phenomenal: This is your chance buddy, this is the one shot you’ve got at making it work. You’ve waited a long time for this, it’s your destiny. No one is better than you, you proved it all your life. It’s like the times of old, it made you famous, carpe diem quam minimum credula postero, Seize the day and place no trust in tomorrow.[/I] With that Chris reaches into the kangaroo pouch of his hoody and pulls out a lone sheet of torn paper with a phone number scribbled onto it. He looks down before pulling his I-Phone out and punches in the number. He takes a deep breath as the phone ring’s twice before a voice on the other end answers. Chris Phenomenal: I’m in, you wanted the best, you got the best. You know my track record.[/I] Chris listens at the phone, Chris Phenomenal: I’ll meet you there, what’s the first hit going to be?[/I] Chris listens again at the phone. Chris Phenomenal: Alright, sounds good. Peace easy dawg[/I] With that Chris Phenomenal hangs up the phone and tucks it back into his pocket. Chris Phenomenal: It took long enough, but I’m back in the game.[/I] With that Chris gathers his stuff and walks out of the locker room, the scene coming to a close as the door shuts behind him.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 17:20:53 GMT -5
Match 5: The New Road Steelers vs. Double Penetration - Non-title
Will be posted when recieved. However Double Penetration did happen to get the win in this match. Yay team work.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 17:21:21 GMT -5
"VERI INTERESTING...VERI INTERESTING INDEED" By: A.C. Evans & Mystery Man![/center] After quite possibly one of the most interesting shows as of late, we are taken back to the capacity crowd. They sit on the edges of their seat, awaiting something to happen next. They don't have to wait much longer as "Miseria Cantare" by AFI begins to blare over the sound system. As the fans jump to their feet to boo The Faith, the song continues to play. Suddenly, Wayde, Mary, and Jeremiah quickly walk out from behind the curtain with their heads lowered. All three are dressed in different colored robes. Mary is cloaked in white, the color of purity. Jeremiah Lynch is covered in black, the color of darkness. And Wayde is covered in red, the color of rage. The three wait at the top of the ramp for Evans, their master, to walk out. He soon does and we see he is wearing a black trench coat with torn up blue jeans. Around his neck is a small, thin, black rope. The four walk down the ramp. Evans climbs up the stairs and enters the ring as everyone else follows him. He stands in the middle of the ring and throws his head back, with his arms out to the side. Mary, Jeremiah, and Wayde lower their heads in respect to Evans. He is given a microphone and begins to speak. A.C. EVANS: Xavier, I hope you're watching. This isn't over. You may have defeated me at Blood Valentine, but this isn't over. You see..NOW! I have you right where I want you. You believe you are unstoppable and you are done with A.C. Evans forever. Wait until one day...one day...WE WILL MEET AGAIN..and this time, destiny will take control. DESTINY WILL GUIDE ME TO DESTROYING YOU![/color] Evans cackles and looks deranged. A.C. EVANS: I see my plans are beginning to take effect on your life. Your best friend and tag team partner now hates you because you let JOYTOY die. HAHAHA! I told you ,Xavier. I TOLD YOU! The blood is on YOUR hands. The blood is on YOUR soul. YOU killed JOYTOY! I am innocent! I did nothing to harm JOYTOY. It was your selfish pride that destroyed that woman. It was your selfish pride that you couldn't swallow. And now...look at you. Your best friend hates you...and your life is slowly falling to pieces. HAHAHA![/color] Evans chuckles once again and begins to become a bit flustered. A.C. EVANS: But that's not why we are here tonight. The Faith...[/color] Evans pauses.. A.C. EVANS: For months now, you've heard of The Faith.[/color] The fans boo loudly as Evans smirks. A.C. EVANS: You've heard of our mission. You've heard of our plans. None of which have been very fruitful thus far. Aside from the deaths of sinners and savings of those who wish to be saved, The Faith has become stagnant. Until today..[/color] A collective "Hm?" from the crowd. Evans smirks and begins to pace around the ring, in front of his three followers. A.C. EVANS: After tonight...a member of the Faith will make his presence known. On Warfare, The Faith's Jeremiah Lynch steps into the ring with Chris Phenomenal. Now, Christopher, Jeremiah Lynch is now push over. After he defeats you and makes you feel like the pathetic little worm you are, you're salvation will be offered. But that's neither here nor there...Because tonight...We grow..[/color] A.C. EVANS: As The Faith grows, humanity dwindles. As The Faith grows, so does the chances of salvation. As The Faith grows, the disgusting actions of humans will slowly begin to cease. Tonight, we celebrate. Tonight, The Faith welcomes their newest brother..[/color] Now the fans are hanging on to every single word Evans says. He continues to pace around. A.C. EVANS: We welcome a man, so ruthless in his ways. A man who shares similar beliefs to The Faith. A man who will stop at nothing to make sure his goal is fulfilled/ He will make The Faith even stronger. We will save ACW..and the world. We will cleanse the souls of the world. We will end sin. We are the Omega. We are The Faith..LET US WELCOME OUR NEW BROTHER!.[/color] "...you let me violate you... ...you let me desecrate you... ...you let me penetrate you... ...you let me complicate you..." [/color] NO FUCKING WAY! It's DANNY MAINER! A.C. EVANS: Welcome...brother...[/color] Sure enough, Danny Mainer steps out from behind the curtain as "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails continues to blare over the sound system. The fans are stunned. The man who attempted to murder Thunderkiss has now aligned himself with the most dangerous stable in the business. Danny Mainer is wearing a black hoodie and jeans as he looks on. He smirks and nods his head. The scene slowly fades to black with Mainer standing at the top of the ramp with his hands on his hips, with a smirk on his face... OOC: Mystery Man = Danny Mainer
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 5, 2009 17:28:16 GMT -5
Closing Segment: Jake Steele Appreciation Night Credit: Jake Steele We return from commercial break and the night is all but done. Inside of the ring, things have been jazzed up for the final segment of the night. The usual white covering of the mat has been replaced by red fabric, and standing in the ring with his usual business suit attire on is Chairman Gingerdude. Before he can even introduce the man everyone has been waiting all night for, people begin to cheer. And it’s not because of Ginger’s good looks, it’s actually because of the female standing next to him; Kim Kardashian. In a tight, tight pink dress which perfectly shows off her - ahem - “assets”. Incase your wondering why exactly she’s here, it’s because she is tonight’s “hostess” requested personally by Jake Steele. Even with her being so close to him, Gingerdude doesn’t seem to be in ogling mode though as he adjusts his tie and looks out into the crowd, placing the microphone closer to his mouth so people can hear his every word.Gingerdude: I know all of you are simply going crazy for this to kick off, but before we do that I have to say a few words. You all are aware by now that while I was away for the better of January and February, things went awry. Our World Champion went rampant, firing anyone who breathed wrong without so much as a second thought. One of our longest lasting wrestlers on the roster, Dan…White… did whatever he pleased, and still to this very moment could give two fucks about it! The inmates ran the asylum and all control of ACW had gone down the shitter due to my very ill-timed vacation, a vacation I thought I could take since my OCW troubles were long gone. Turns out I was wrong. But. During the time I was away, there were a group of men who fought tooth and nail with Jay Zero, trying their damnest to stop him at every turn. And while one came close to extincting Zero, the other…did. And his name was Jake Steele. Gingerdude stops for a brief moment to let everyone get their cheers in, Kim Kardashian claps and smiles along with the fans as Ginger continues.Gingerdude: And while I may not have the greatest feelings toward this man, I have to admit that I do respect this man. So with that said. I’ll hand the mic over to Ms. Kardashian for her to introduce our champion. Gingerdude passes the microphone over to Kim, who grasps it into her hand and puts it to her mouth. Ms. Kardashian:[/color] Ladies and Gentlemen… the moment you’ve all been waiting for! I now present to you the man who defeated Jay Zero at Bloody Valentine and became World Champion for the first time! Jake! Steele! The arena goes apeshit crazy as they stand to their feet and look towards the entrance ramp. They clap in anticipation as the lights begin to die down slowly. Multicolored lights begin to cycle over the ramp and through the rafters and soon the light of the titantron comes to life. It seems that before his arrival, we will be treated to a video package. “Cake” by Lloyd Banks is the soundtrack for this package as the infamous intro is blared through the arena. Money, Money, Money, Money, Cake! Jake Steele is seen walking down a entrance ramp with his hands held high before quick cutting to him flashing a smile. This cuts to Jake Steele in various high impact matches that he’s been in. His third encounter with Jason Freeman and his first with Kudo at Omega Effect are shown, the highlight reel worthy RIGHT IN YO FACE performed to Kudo at Seven Deadly Sins, assorted spots with Train, G-Unit and WhiteSnake at the Heatwave TLC Match, his Shooting Star Press onto Jonny Hughes at Emperor of the Ring, the RIGHT IN YO FACE to Henry McKaye at Samhain, the brutal Hell in a Cell match at Winter’s Discontent, and his fall from grace onto Thunderkiss and Macho Man RDK at Ragnarok. After the quick shots of all those classic moments, Steele is seen standing solely in a ring of fire, just following his International contest with Jason Freeman, where he retained. All of these clips build up to what is eventually Bloody Valentine, just a few days ago. Steele is seen lunging himself full speed into Jay Zero and before he can hit the move, everything clicks to black. Once it unclicks Jake Steele is standing tall with Thunder Train and XS3, his newly won World Title rose high up into the air as tears of joy stream down his face. And with that it ends, and the titantron fades to black.
The fans continue to sit and wait, their anticipation being fulfilled as the opening line of “PSA” by Jay-Z is heard before it transitions into “Ain’t I”. ALLOW ME TO REINTRODUCE MYSELF!
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I’M A HUSTLERS HUSTLER A GANGSTERS GANGSTER I’M A RAPPERS RAPPER YOUR FAVORITE, AIN’T I Still going wild, some of the fans begin to jump and down as Steele is not far away at all. Any moment he’ll be stepping out from behind that curtain, to bask in the ambience of his first ever World Title reign.Maxwell McNally: This suspense is killing me!
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