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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 16:38:42 GMT -5
Monday Night Warfare 9th March 2009
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Chris Phenomenal vs. Jeremiah Lynch
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Rena Matheson vs. Alex Trixer
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Dan White vs. XS3
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No. 1 Contender for ET Title Lee Homicide vs. Brent Garland
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Jay Zero vs. Yuki Satoshi
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Scott Andrews vs. Jake Steele
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 16:38:58 GMT -5
Opening OTA Segment: A Friendly Visit! Credit: Jake Steele / Thunder Train
A few hours before showtime, we fade into the outside of the ACW Medical Facility, aka the hospital. We see how big the building is before it fades into one of the rooms. Room 116. Inside of this particular room is our World Champion: Jake Steele. He lays in the bed, in a hospital gown. The TV is on and he's watching Rob Dyrdek's Fantasy Factory (cause ACW can afford to have all channels on their hospital TV's). Even with his forehead bandaged up and some blood seeping through it, he seems to be in an alright mood. Laughing at the program, before he is interrupted with the announcement of a visitor by his Nurse.
Nurse: You have a visitor, Mr. Steele.
Steele: Aight… let ‘em in.
In comes Steele's good friend and long time tag partner, Thunder Train. Steele reaches for his TV remote and cuts it off as he greets Train, who grabs a seat and places it near the bed, sitting down.
Steele: Oh, what’s up Train. What brings you up here?
Train: Well, it’s not like I have a match or anything this week, so I decided that I could come down here and see how you’re doing. How are you feeling, you look pretty banged up.
Steele: For da first two days in here I didn’t know who I was, da doctors here said I kept screamin’ “BALLIN’!” and I was talkin’ about a United States title or somethin’. Weird shit, but now I’m feelin’ better. Dey supposed to let me out Tuesday.
Train: Tuesday? You have a match with Scott Andrews this week… Oh, I got a idea! I’ll cheer you up so you’re healthy by showtime!
Steele: …and how are you gonna do dat?
Train: LIKE THIS BRO!
Train stands up and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a footlong subway sandwich. He holds it in front of Steele's face for a second before he takes the sandwich and swallows it whole without even biting it. Steele doesn't seem impressed.
Steele: Train… I’ve seen you do dat on a daily basis.
Train: Oh that? That wasn't it, I was just hungry. OM NOM NOM! All better now...for a minute. OK, here is the real thing, hold on..
Train ducks down quickly and after a few moments, Steele peeps over the bed to see what the hell Train is doing. But just as he does a sock almost clocks Steele in the jaw as he jumps back in shock. Train has throw a sock on his hand and used permanent marker to draw eyes and a wide open mouth like it's about to eat something. Train then starts talking for it.
Sock Puppet: Hello Mr. Steele! Train told me you were feeling down in the dumps, so I decided that I would pay you a visit to make sure you heal up extra fast! After all, we can’t have our World Champion feeling down in the dumps now can we! No! You have to be super strong, or… you could let Thunder Train hold your title from now on! That sounds like a good idea to me!
Silence. Steele just stares at the puppet and Train begins to get the hint as he slowly takes the puppet off of his hand and stands back up. He hangs his head down in shame.
Train: Sorry....
Steele: Yeah. Dat was a nice try, but for real dude I need all da rest I can get right now. Cause when I get out of here I’m gonna fuckin’ annihilate whoever attacked me last week!
Train: Alright... I guess I'll be going then..Bye Steele
Steele breathes a sigh of relief and turns onto his side, closing his eyes so he can get some sleep. But that clearly doesn't happen as Train scoops Steele back up and begins running out of the hospital with him!
Train: PSYCHE!
Steele: PUT ME DOWN MUTHAFUCKA! I’M GONNA LOSE MY MEDICAL BENFITS FOR DIS SHIT!
Train: FUCK THAT! YOU GOT A MATCH AND I’M NOT COVERING FOR YOU DAMNIT! I GOT YOUR WRESTLING GEAR AND SUITS OR WHATEVER YOU WEAR IN THE CAR! NOW SAY THE MOTTO!
Steele: WHAT?
Train: THE MOTTO!!!!
Steele: WE HAVEN’T SAID THAT IN MONTHS!
Train: SAY IT!!
Steele gives up and says it...
Steele: ROAD STEELERS UNITE!
Train: FORM OF!
Steele: WORLD CHAMPIONS!
Train: YES! VROOOOOOOOOOOM VROOOOOOOOOM!
Train makes his way down all of the hospital steps and he and Steele make their way out of the building, hopping (or in Steele's case being thrown) into the car, as Train speeds without anybody noticing.
FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 16:39:45 GMT -5
Segment: Brand New Day (Credit: FSX)
Everyday, the sun will rise. Everyday, you will move about your lives. Everyday, you will do what's expected of you. This will be your routine until the day you die, and you will live in quiet disgust of it. You will let it destroy you. Rip apart your mind, and feast on your soul. It will make you wish you were dead, and you will go through the steps of making that happen...but what about the unlikely factors that might make themselves known? A change of pace, for one reason or another, that distorts and alters the outlook you have on life. That changes everything..forever.
It's in these situations that you have to work to make this change permenant, or become an entirely different entity. If you can't escape your line of work with this new persona, you lash out against it. This is why so many hold multiple careers in a lifetime...for the safety of those around them. In this case, it is Fallen Souls searching for that safety. The likelihood that he will go completely insane in the coming weeks is quite high, and well he holds a sembelance of sanity he wants to escape. He wants to leave ACW, and run far away...to protect those he cares about, and to protect himself from becoming a monster of society. Unfortunately, the process isn't as easy as one might think. You can't simply walk away from a company such as ACW, as a notable committment is required. If you don't adhere to it, many punishments are likely to be delivered...Still, a request for release is usually accepted. It allows a rather friendly relationship, most of the time...
FSX: So they won't even let me leave?
Of course, not when your Fallen Souls. That just makes things excessively difficult. Standing in the incredibly secretive 'OFFICE OF CONTRACTS', deep in the depth of ACW's home base, Fallen looked to be distraught and distant as he stared to the man who gave him such news. How could this possibly be the case?
FSX: I don't have anything more I want to do with this place. It's broken me, why can't you understand that? I just want to quit. I want to retire. I want to be alone with my thoughts, for the rest of my life. It's the safest thing for everyone.
Official: That isn't an option. Be a professional, and realize this contract isn't just going to go away. You must stay, you must work, or you will be released. If you miss another show you will simply be fined, and there will be provisions put in place. We'll make you go.
Scoffing at this, Fallen would turn away and throw his arms to the air. He was trying to be professional in leaving now, rather then just rushing off into the night. But if they weren't going to let him do things the right away, he'd just have to do things his own way. He had to go...He knew why they were keeping him, and he knew that there would be quite upset individuals if he was to simply disappear, but he had to go.
FSX: Go ahead then..fine me. I don't care. I can't keep up with this company anyway. Take my money, just let me have the shreaded remains of my life back.
Quite a bit flustered and confused at the turn of events, the Official would look to stop Fallen's exit, but he was far too late. The Korean Veteran was off and on his way, though his destination was unclear. Just what was he planning now, especially as escape appeared impossible? Given who it was, and the current situation...danger may very well be afoot. If Fallen can't recieve his release, he will take it...by force.
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 16:40:12 GMT -5
Title: I’m sure Chris and Danny meant to give this a title, but anyway they forgot, so instead here’s a picture ^_^ - AK Credit: Chris Phenomenal and Danny Mainer A familiar red corvette is shown pulling into the parking garage of the ACW arena. Chris Phenomenal hops out of the vehicle before it even comes to a stop and as he steps away sitting on a large stack of crates is one Danny Mainer. Chris Phenomenal: Aw fuck naw, I’m already out a hundred thou on this shit, you aren’t going to fuck up another one of my rides are ya.[/I] Danny Mainer: ”What the fuck are you talking about?”Chris Phenomenal: Aw come off it dawg, I don’t know what type of game you trying to play right now, but I’m telling you it ain’t workin’.[/I] Danny Mainer: ”I’m not dicking around with you, Hell I don’t even know you. I’m just musing how funny it is that pulling out one of the roots can bring an established empire to its knees.”Chris Phenomenal: Look I know as soon as I go into the back, and start getting ready for my match that you are going to slash my tires with Sally or some shit. I’m not moving until you tell me what the fuck is going on, or get the fuck outta here.[/I] Danny Mainer: ”There’s nothing going on you paranoid little fucker. Jeez, and I thought I was a crank. I’m not gonna’ fuck your tires up either, I don’t have the time to concern myself with pretenders like you!”Chris Phenomenal looks at Danny Mainer, still emotionless on the crate. A smile comes across Chris face as he figures out what is going on and shouts out at the top of his lungs. Chris Phenomenal: Alright Mainer, I’m onto your game. Jerry, oh Jerry, come out come out wherever the fuck you are.[/I] Danny Mainer: ”Who the fuck is Jerry? Like, Jerry Springer or Jerry Garcia? Man, that’s some delicious motherfucking ice cream. Can’t beat Ben and Jerry’s. Mmmmmmm, nonono.” Mainer stops and stares at the ceiling going off into his own fantasy world of eating Ben and Jerry’s but suddenly it clicks in his head what he’s actually talking about.Danny Mainer: ”OH! You mean Lynch? Shit no, we aren’t going to blind side you as that would be a waste of effort seeing as he’s going to stamp your ugly ass into the mat anyways. That crazy man is gonna’ show you the light tonight, he’ll show you and all of the other stupid fuckers that are WAY beyond redemption the way of the faith. It’s going to be a bitter defeat bro, or at least it would be if anyone knew who you actually were.”Chris Phenomenal: You’ve finally lost your mind haven’t you? Everything finally came to an end for you. Well I got news for you Mainer, the reason I’m running a little late is I was up and all cosy in my penthouse suite with some black haired women named Cathryn who looked stunningly familiar to your former whore.[/I] Danny Mainer: ”It’s a big world out there Chris, in an Earth of over six billion people I’m pretty damn sure some girls are going to look alike whether a fifth of ‘em are Chinese or not. Besides, which whore are you talking about? Oddly enough I just realize all of my exes had black hair, there was Juliana the Latina… man she could suck for Mexico and there was Mei-Fe-“Chris Phenomenal: Look Mainer, I don’t need no fuck head like yourself telling me about women. You haven’t even popped your cherry yet![/I] Chris looks at Mainer who stares back at him with the same motionless eyes as Chris Phenomenal grows more, and more frustrated until finally he blows his top, pacing back and forth as he talks. Chris Phenomenal: You know what Mainer, I’m tired of your bull shit, I’m tired of you trying to play fucking mind games. I’m tired of going back and forth, back and forth with your emo bitch ass. I’m sick and fucking tired of every time I turn around seeing your fucking face. I’m tired of wondering what type of fucking shit you are doped up on. I’m ready to end this shit right here, right now. So get your fucking bitch ass of the crates and face me like a man, not the little bitch you are. Get your punk ass up or I will pull you up and this shit is going to get ugly.[/I] Danny Mainer: ”I’m like a vat of bubbling hot acid. You think it’s safe to put your finger in me and you end up with a skeletal hand. Anything you do to me you’ll get straight back sevenfold and I’ll be there to hear your every scream. You’ve got a match with Lynch later this evening and I highly recommend that you get the fuck out of my way before I mess you up so bad that I’ll have done Lynch’s job for him! Get outta’ my face, I’m not gonna’ waste the effort of having to sharpen up my meat cleaver again just so I can mess up your car which you probably stole anyways.”Chris Phenomenal: Alright, I feel ya. But I swear if there is so much as one scratch on my ride. I will find you, and beat you to within an inch of your life. And the only reason I will stop there is so I can do it again, and again, and again. So Mainer I strongly suggest you live up to your deal, because you know I’m packing and you know I won’t hesitate to use it.[/I] With that Chris Phenomenal gives Mainer a look and walks away, Mainer still focused on him but showing no signs of breaking his word as the scene fades away.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 16:41:00 GMT -5
Segment: Love Potion no. 09 (Credit: Rena)
Sunday, March 08, 2009 2:43 am
Rena rolled the bottle around in her hands. As she observed, she noticed it was a small bottle that was rounded at the bottom. The glass was engraved with a small emblem she assumed signified the phantom she had met just a few days ago. She took in a deep breath, thinking about what she had been asked to do in order to have all of her dreams come true.
Rena: How am I going to find this enemy?
Then she remembered the chip in her left arm. She looked down and sneered, touching her fingers across the bumps on her skin from the chip planted within her arm. She decided she had no choice- she would drink the potion and welcome what may come for her. Closing her eyes, she lifted the cork out of the bottle and took a deep, long drink of the liquid.
It tasted like she was poisoning herself, and as soon as the bottle was drained she felt it crawling through her veins. Suddenly feeling faint, she dropped the bottle and braced herself against the desk. The glass shattered but to her it seemed like they were dancing across the floor. She took a step, her heels crunching under the pieces of glass, and faltered. Falling on the floor and cutting her hand, she swore and pushed herself up. It felt like the room had been picked up by a twister and was now spinning towards her death. She couldn’t breathe; she couldn’t move; she couldn’t feel. All she knew was that this liquid was slowly killing her, and that her life was soon coming to an end. Finally letting it consume her, she fell onto the floor unconscious. But as her eyes flutter closed the last thing she hears is echoes of laughter from a familiar face.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 16:41:20 GMT -5
Reserved for Scott Andrews
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 16:41:48 GMT -5
Segment: Making of a Dragon Episode I (Credit: Lee) What do you get when you mix a potato gun and a group of very bored teenagers? For one, Chung Jann Lee, now commonly known as Lee Homicide, it resulted in a cross-country flight from Brooklyn to San Jose. Lee's parents had had enough of his sophomoric antics at that point and had hoped that living under the iron fist of his notoriously stern grandfather would teach him some discipline.
However, Lee would go on to prove that very little can stop a kid determined to get into trouble.
The 15-year-old Lee is far different from the kid who was amazed by Shawn Michaels' performance back when he watched Wrestlemania X on TV with his cousin. Lee was one of the latest victims of falling prey to "the street." When Lee first arrived at San Jose, he was still feeling the wrestling vibe and learned more about the sport. He was into lucha libre, which wasn't hard to find in San Jose since it is a predominately Hispanic city of the Bay Area. However, he would soon lose interest as he got more caught up with things going on around him. Always a fan of hip hop even when, he was a kid, his stay at San Jose only boosted his like for the genre even more. Lee also adapted to the style of the people here. It's like the snake pit. Everybody's in for themselves, unless you're in a clique, or even better, a gang.
Now, when I say "gang," I don't mean kids coming together and smoking a cigarette in the basketball court after school type of gang. I mean the real ones. Crips, Bloods, and MS13 type of gangs. Many young kids join gangs, not because it's the "cool thing" to do, but because everyone that young wants to be apart of something, part of a movement, a revolution, or at least that's what they think it is. The streets of San Jose are tempting, and despite the fact that it is known to be rather safe compared to other cities, those in San Jose are the ones that know what really go down. You see, the cops in San Jose are vicious. So the gangbangers respond by being even more wicked and nastier than they ever were. At that point, the cops were the ones the cliques were gunning for, and Lee was caught up. He loved the sense of urgency, the adrenaline rush when they were fleeing after administering a bloody beatdown, and he loved shouting "Fuck the police!" into the air as he ran. Lee was affiliated, at first, with the Dub C Wah Ching and the 14K Triad, before eventually joining one of the most notorious gangs in the United States, the Bloods.
Lee would often flash that infamous hand sign, which embroiled him in a fair number of scraps as well. He was never caught, though, so his grandfather only thought that his bruises and scars were from falls or maybe fights at school. Little did he know that Lee was ditching school for a while now because he was delving into a dangerously exciting world.
Underground street fighting was quite the entertainment for rich mobsters who had nothing to do with their money. They would hire fighters and constructed rudimentary arenas in a couple of places around California, where the bloodthirsty fans all place their bets on the fighters, who would then proceed to fight until there is one last man standing. Deaths were nothing more than another byproduct of the game, and to the mobsters, the lives of the young men that were at stakes were only pennies on a large table.
Lee had the reputation, as small as he was, as a pitbull of a fighter. While he lacked experience, he had speed and will. He earned nicknames such as "Small Chigga" or "Dragon G." Those names became quite known in their area, especially at 29th street of the neighborhood. It was there that Lee got noticed by a man that would eventually bring him into the underground street fighting business, a man that would eventually become his enemy, and a man who is now in jail because he got caught trying to take out his former protege.
That night, Lee was on the verge of getting caught. He and this other guy everybody calls "Chicken Head" were supposed to take out a member of the Crips, the Bloods' rival gang, for shooting down Chicken Head's older brother. Of course, if they were to meet any other Crips, they should take them out too. The reason why they only sent Lee and Chicken Head was that the cops have been patrolling more often lately, so they needed to keep as low of a profile as possible. This was Lee's first time heading into the enemy's territory to kill someone. Lee didn't know whether he was scared or excited. Maybe it made him feel like more of a somebody, like a man.
Needless to say, two fledgling newbies do not a good assassination attempt make. An overly jittery Lee was too quick with the trigger and blindly blasted a shot straight into an empty alleyway after being startled by an empty garbage can tumbling toward him. This naturally put every Crip in the vicinity on high alert, instigating a firestorm. Lee and his accomplice attempted to flee without being seen by the cops, and that is almost impossible as the entire SJPD headed towards the place where the gun shots were traded. Lee, being the smarter of the two, led Chicken head through most of the tight spots, but while they were midway through their escape, Chicken Head decided to bring something up that could've got them both in jail.Chicken Head: Ay, Lee. Hold on a sec, homeboy. Lee: Yo, listen, Head. I'm tryin' to see if there's any more punk ass cops. Stop distractin' a G when he concentratin', ya dig? Chicken Head: I just realized yo shots were all completely off target earlier. You pussy or somethin'? Scared to take out a buncha faggot Crips? Lee: What? Fuck you, I panicked when I heard the cops, aight? You started shootin' like a monkey with carrots up his ass when we were, like, a mile away, bruh. Quit bringin' up stupid shit like that. Let's just get outta here. Lee motions for him to leave, but Chicken Head wouldn't move.Lee: C'mon. Get! Chicken Head: You fuckin' chink! You'se a pussy! You scared to bust a couple of caps in a couple of faggot ass Crips! My brotha died for the Reds, man, and you gonna pussy around? Bitch, fuck you! Before Lee knew it, Chicken Head punches him in the face, knocking him down to the floor. If Chicken Head's gat had any more ammo, he probably would have shot Lee down instead. Chicken Head now kicks Lee viciously in the side of his ribs, as Lee struggles to get to his feet. Chicken Head is big, though, and keeps pounding down on Lee. Lee soon begins coughing out blood, as Head seems to be hell bent on killing someone tonight, even if it was someone who was supposed to be his ally.
Lee hopelessly tries to crawl away while trying to reach for his gun inside his jacket, but Chicken Head now pulls him up and gives him a high knee to the face, causing him to fall again. Lee attempts to inch away as Head moves in, obviously wanting to finish this.Chicken Head: You punk ass bitch, this is whatcho ass get when you defy yo allegiance to the Bloodz! Hope the angel dial yo number under, fuckface. Chicken Head's little talk gives Lee enough time to pull out his gun, and as Chicken Head approached him, Lee takes a shot which gets Chicken Head in his leg. Chicken Head falls to ground on his knees, howling in pain, as Lee tries to get up.
Lee then he realizes that he was stupid for firing that shot, as the sirens are now once again ringing loudly, heading towards their direction.
Lee grabs hold of Chicken Head by his arm as he attempt to drag him away, looking around for a place to cover. Chicken Head more than lived up to his moniker, though, as he throws a haymaker that knocks Lee down once again. Lee tries to shake away the cobwebs, but that haymaker got him good as he feels extremely groggy and sick. But through the slight opening of his eyes, he sees the cops, two of them, running towards them from behind where Chicken Head is kneeling.Lee: Head! Duck! Cops behind you! Lee quickly reloads his gun as the two cops pull out theirs as well.Cop: Police! Freeze! Lee: Haha, you fuckin' cops! Shoot us, do it! Ima' die with my head high while y'all take out this bitch here as well! Reppin' 29th street, east side San Jose, Bloodz ya heard?! Lee fires, and the shot gets one of the cops behind Head, but Lee's sure it wasn't fatal. The other cop now begins a firing frenzy, as Lee manages to get out of the way for cover. When Lee looks over though, he finds Chicken Head's body on the floor, with two bullet marks at the back of his head.
Lee attempts to fire back, only to realize that he ran out of ammo. Lee listens intently and realizes the cop doesn't seem to have any ammo either. Lee settles on a course of action that's nothing short of gambling with his life.
Lee charges out towards the cop, and the cop drops his gun. Lee tackles the cop, dropping him to the pavement like a sack of bricks. The cop was about twice as old and twice as big as Lee. Naturally, Lee would be outweighed, outpowered, and outsmarted. The cop flips Lee off him as they both stand up. Lee then walks right into a punch to the gut. The cop goes for a right hook, but Lee sees it coming and dodges while giving the cop a head butt that caused himself immense pain as well. The cop falls to the ground, and Lee quickly mounts on him and gives him three stiff punches to the rim of his nose. The cop seems to be out. Lee makes sure he was breathing before slowly walking away, taking off his red bandanna that was hiding his identity to try and stop some of the bleeding. He needed to get away fast, as the cops would be here any second.
As if it was an answer to his call, Lee sees a truck, GMC or something, with expensive looking rims parked in front of him. The window is lowered down as a man inside around the age of early 40s tells him to get in. Lee hesitates but comes to the conclusion that whatever happens, it would be better than getting caught by the cops and being sent away or deported or whatever. Lee gets into the car, and the man drives away as Lee sits next to him.Lee: Ay, where you goin'? The cops would cut us off from that direction. The man looks at Lee with a smirk as he replies casually.Man: Maybe that's why I'm headed that way. Lee's heart sinks. This man was going to turn him in after all.Lee: Listen, man, help a brotha out here. I'll do anythin'. I can work for you, hustle around the block for you. Just don't turn me in. Man: I saw your fight with the cop earlier. Your speed and way of gritting it out was impressive. Lee doesn't know where this man was going with this but realizes that the car is slowing down, buying them some time. Lee figures he might just as well go with the flow.Lee: Erm...OK. Man: You said you would work for me? Lee: If you don't turn me in, sure. Man: Well, what if I hired you to be one of my fighters? Lee: A fighter? Man: You do know of the underground fighting business, don't you? After all, you seem to be an underground gang member yourself. Lee notices that his bandanna was easily seen.Man: Oh, don't worry. I won't hurt you. I won't simply because of your color. You see, a while ago, I was a Surenos until I came to the conclusion that fighting and killing for the sake of a name and a community was just too stupid. It isn't worth it. Lee: So what's worth fighting for? Man: The mighty dollar, of course. The man releases a mischievous chuckle.Man: You don't get it, do you? You’re a Blood, so what? What are you fighting for? You don't get paid, you don't get nothing! And your life's on the line every time you put on the colors of the gang you rep. Fight for me, you will get paid for your work. You'll actually be the person people are going to talk about, and you don't rep nothing, apart from yourself and I. What about it, kid? Lee: But, I don't have any experience. Man: You are a fighter. I can mold you into a warrior. Your choice, kid. Fight or jail. Lee: I won't got to jail. I'm too young. Man: Oh yeah? Try me. Lee remains silent for a few seconds, thinking about the offer made by this man. He was right. Why was he risking his life for a gang that doesn't give him anything in return? Plus this man really didn't give him any other choice. Lee had to do as he's told.Lee: Fine...I'm in. Man: Good, good. And your name? Lee: Lee. Man: Lee. Chinese? Lee: Loud and proud. Man: Heh. So as of this moment, you work for me. You work for me and me only. You work for Pablo Del Santo. Lee: I hear ya. He finally turns the car around the corner, heading away from all the siren noises . Now that Lee can finally relax, he notices that this Pablo guy is actually dressed in this expensive ass Armani suit. He definitely looks Hispanic, something Lee didn't notice before. Lee realizes that he is already so deep into these shit, there is no use struggling in the quicksand. Shit happens, and let's fast forward a couple of months to see how the fighting is working out.
To be continued.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 16:42:17 GMT -5
Segment: Oi! Garland and Homicide.....(A Dave Shadow Monologue) Credit: Dave Shadow
As we cut backstage, we find Dave Shadow standing in front of a large ACW logo, a microphone in hand. He looks pissed and quite serious, as he stares intently at the camera.
Dave: Ok, so there’s some things which we need to clear up here. First off, as you’ll notice, I am now without Cole, who has been with me here in ACW since day one. He’s not here because last Thursday, Jefferson showed what a coward he is. He attacked and assaulted Cole. Well done, Jack. Proud of yourself? Cole is my friend, and has worked for and with me for nearly three years. You assaulted a man who weighs half you do, is half your size and isn’t even a trained wrestler. Does that make you feel happy Jack? Attacking an innocent man. You disgust me. I really thought you couldn’t sink any lower than stealing my championship and wearing it round your waist as if it actually belongs there. Oh how wrong I was.
It’s only a matter of time before someone takes your cocky, arrogant ass down a few pegs Jack, and I am really hoping that I get to be that person. Cause nothing would give me a greater thrill than to get my hands on you in that ring, and take back the championship that is rightfully mine.
No, talking of championships, it would appear that the powers that be have decided to put another challenge on my plate, in the form of a match which will determine the number one contendership for MY title belt. It seems like the next man who will get a crack at me is either going to be Brent Garland or Lee Homicide. That! That’s interesting. Let’s see....on the one hand, I’ve got my old buddy Garland. We go way back, all the way to the GWF. We’ve never quite seen eye to eye, but I respect his abilities. I respect his confidence.
I despise his philosophy though. Oh sure, everyone is entitled to their opinions, no matter how idiotic they are. Brent is more than allowed to hate ACW, but that doesn’t mean I can’t refute him every step of the way. See, me? I love this company? I love ACW, and I would do anything for it, anything to make it a better place. So, of course there’s going to be a conflict of beliefs there. So, I will say this. If Brent wants to run his mouth, fair enough. But he’s going to have to step up and back his words up. Dave Shadow vs. Brent Garland would certainly be a battle, and one I’d love to be in. And I would prove to him what it means to be ACW through and through.
Of course, that’s only one outcome of the match tonight. The other is that we could be seeing Dave Shadow vs. Lee Homicide in the coming weeks. And boy, what a match that would be. Getting to clash with the forth member of the new Road Steelers, one on one. I’ve seen him fighting. I’ve see his profile and I’ve been keeping a very close eye on him. Because I do think he’s going to be one hell of a star someday. I’m obviously not alone in this belief. Jake and friends obviously saw some major potential in him to offer him the spot with the elite group.
But Lee? I’m sorry, but you’re not going to get to superstardom by beating me. You want to go round running your mouth off about how it’s going to be your year and so on and so forth, fine. You might even be right? But you want to make it your year.....so do I? And I will fight you tooth and nail for it. We will fight, sooner or later, but despite what you think.....it will be ME making YOU my bitch!
See, Brent. Lee. You’ve picked a bad time to declare an interest in my title. As it is, I don’t even hold the title at the moment, so right now, my priority is taking it back from Jackass Jefferson. And when I do get it back, I plan on holding on to it for a very, VERY long time. I plan to sleep with it, eat with it, wash with it. Hell, if I can find a state which will allow it, I’ll marry the thing. And we’ll settle down, have a nice family...
I refuse to let Jack, or either of you take that dream away from me. Sorry guys. But the Entertainment Championship is mine, and I will never give it up.
Good luck guys. Cause whichever one of you wins....you’ll need all the luck you can get when it comes time to face me.
Dave throws the microphone over his shoulder. He looks at the camera one last time, winking, as he walks off camera again.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 16:42:57 GMT -5
Match 1: Chris Phenomenal vs. Jeremiah Lynch (Credit: Harlem Superman)
This match was announced last week by A.C Evans, who decided it was time for The Faith to take a look at their next member. With Chris Phenomenal’s impressive start to his ACW career it was no shock that AC looked to have him join the faith. The question however would be with Chris’ new found alliance with Hollywood Mach would that have any factor on his decision to join The Faith.
The Beginning[/u]
Chris Phenomenal and Jeremiah Lynch faced off inside of the ring and Chris immediately went to work, over powering the smaller Lynch and bulling him into the corner. A few stiff knife ends chops and a couple of shoulder blocks right off the hop put Chris in control as Lynch looked to be heavily out classed. Chris went for the final blow by Lynch countered with some innovative offence, spring boarding off the bottom turnbuckle and then as Chris went in for the shoulder block off his back and firing a kick backwards that knocked Chris into the ring post head first dazing him. This gave Lynch an opening he took advantage of by hitting the far ropes and as Chris stumbled back taking him down with a beautiful leg lariat before corkscrewing in mid air and landing in a splash on top of Chris and pinning him for a two count as Chris rolled his shoulder off the canvas, shocked at the quickness of young Lynch. Jeremiah got to his feet quickly but Chris got up much slower, cautious as Lynch looked for the time to attack. Once Chris was up the two circled each other and locked up before Jeremiah took the back of Chris and tried to take him down with a quick front leg sweep. Chris used his bevy of street fighting knowledge and blocked it before firing a reverse elbow that caught Jeremiah upside the head and gave room for Chris to connect with an inverted head hook backbreaker that Chris used to get a two count.
The Middle
Chris got to his feet quickly and looked to take advantage, stomping Lynch until he got to the ropes and hugged them for all his worth, forcing the referee to step in and push Chris off of him. Chris backed away after one final kick. As Chris walked back away a fan sitting in the first row started jawing at him and got the attention of Chris who turned around and started yelling at him. The fan hoarked a big loogy and fired it at Chris and despite it falling short Chris’ eyes turned a dark shade of blue and he immediately tried jumping through the ropes to get at the fan. The referee jumped in his way once again reminding him of the match at hand and after a few moments of struggling Chris turned his attention back to the match, and just at the right time as Lynch spring boarded into the ring looking for a cross body but Chris caught him and turned 180 before powering him down with a vicious spine buster that had Maxwell McNally grimacing at the announce table. Chris covered Lynch fully expecting that high impact move having been enough to put him away and as such was shocked when he kicked out at two once again. Chris got to his feet looking down at Lynch and the impact this man had withstood so far.
The End
Chris backs away from Lynch with a bit of pity in his eyes, looking about ready to head home. As Jeremiah gets to his feet Chris walks in and Grabs him with a firemans carry and looks to hit a running death valley driver but Lynch worms his way off the back of Chris. Chris stops on a dime and as he turns around he jumps into the air just as Jeremiah leaps looking to hit a step up énziguri. Chris fires a straight right hand that connects square on the temple just before Lynch’s énziguri attempt hit. Lynch crumples right to the floor, out cold after the punch as Chris looks down. He turns to the referee and tells him to ring the bell but the ref has already beaten him to it. Chris looks down at Lynch with a little bit of mercy in his eyes as Phillip Jones announces the winner
The Winner[/u]
By Knockout following a Superman Punch…Chris Phenomenal[/b]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 16:43:29 GMT -5
”Aftermath”Credit: Chris Phenomenal/ The energy that runs through your veins after a well-earned victory is an addictive a drug as any pharmaceuticals Science has provided us with and it’s obvious that nobody is quite the addict like Chris Phenomenal is. Jeremiah Lynch lying on the floor after having been knocked into next week by Phenomenal’s Superman Punch is spread across the mat a twitching and sweaty wreck glued to the mat from the impact. Phenomenal celebrates raising one arm in the air triumphantly like beating Lynch was some huge effort. He then climbs the turnbuckle and beckons the audience to cheer for him which they do because while Phenomenal is a heel, they hate The Faith more because it’s established.
Phenomenal climbs down from the apron and looks down at Lynch who in his current state can do nothing but breathe. With a sick smile however on his face however, it appears that Phenomenal is going to make sure he can’t do that either. He closes in on Lynch who is completely susceptible to the brutality that now awaits him in his KO’d state and he picks him up by the arm. Lynch can barely stand on his own feet and if it weren’t for the mammoth strength of Chris holding him up he would’ve straight-up collapsed. Chris Phenomenal A.C. Evans, I’m telling you right now, if you want me to join your little covenant shit you got going on, you are going to have send out more than some lackey to convince me. Phenomenal grabs Lynch and showing off his huge strength he throws him up into the air and brings him crashing back down like lightning with a Samoan Drop.McNally: ”Wait a minute! This is a little excessive! Lynch is completely unconscious and now Phenomenal is decimating him piece by piece!”Edison: ”Lynch would’ve done the same. He’s from The Faith, it’s almost guaranteed that he would have done it Maxy! Phenomenal just did the smart thing and beat him to the punch!”Lynch is again demolished by this powerful drop and obviously Phenomenal isn’t anywhere near done yet. The crowd egg him on with his efforts as the demolition is continued when Phenomenal grabs Lynch, picks him up and launches him shoulder first into the steel ring post before pulling him out and repeating several times.McNally: ”This is getting ugly! Lynch will be lucky to be able to even move his arm again!”Phenomenal pulls Lynch out of the corner after several repeated batterings of Lynches shoulder and leaves him to stagger wildly around the ring. Phenomenal runs behind Lynch who turns around to follow him but prepares to collapse. With incredible speed, his boots pounding off the mat as he springs from the ropes he returns catching the falling Lynch right in the mouth with a WICKED Superman Punch which damn near causes his head to fly off into the eighteenth row with horrific snapback effect.Edison: ”Sweet JESUS! What a shot that was! Even for a powerhouse like Chris Phenomenal you don’t expect something with that much velocity! Can you imagine the PSI on a punch like that?! It must be in the thousands at least and Phenomenal is just laughing about it! He doesn’t care that he nearly decapitated a competitor and I don’t think he’s quite down yet either!”McNally: ”You’re right Eddie! I agree fully with you! For the past month we’ve seen a less serious, even a goofy side to Phenomenal with his regular radio segments but now Phenomenal is all business in his dismantle of Jeremiah Lynch and after a punch like that I think anything beyond this is a sure-fire way to make sure that Lynch stays on the injured list for a VERI. VERI long time.”Phenomenal is ready to put the case closed on this whole situation and so he grabs Lynch yet again who has a thick stream of blood trickling out of the corner of his mouth forming a small puddle on the floor. With a heave, Lynch is on his feet again and in position for a SECOND Superman DDT. The velocity is incredible and there’s an audible crunch as Lynch hits the mat yet again not doing a single thing to stop this violent beatdown.McNally: ”I guess the real question is thus, where the hell is The Faith to save him now? He’s being strung up, crucified and broken apart like a criminal and his partners in crime are nowhere in sight to save him! It only helps to further show how much of a selfish and wicked man A.C. Evans truly is if he won’t save his most loyal follower!”Edison: ”Who HONESTLY sticks their neck out for a lackey though? It’s the other way around in this situation, Lynch is the cannon fodder for Phenomenal’s incredible strength and he’s paying the price of his job. Lynch isn’t a real wrestler, he doesn’t come out here to fight in any regularity he’s just Entourage making sure nobody turns around and gets to A.C. Evans. That’s what all stables are designed for! I’d be surprised if anyone DID show up to aid Lynch!”Phenomenal riles up the crowd by throwing his arms up repeatedly beckoning for them to get louder and louder. The cheering throughout the building turns into a lions roar as Lynch lies face-down on the mat in a disassembled and malfunctioning state with droplets of blood staining the mat a dark shade of crimson. Phenomenal with crane-like precision grabs the wrist of Lynch one last time but instead of picking him up he drags him towards the turnbuckle as the crowd gasp in anticipation. Lynch is rolled onto his back and left a metre away from the turnbuckle. Phenomenal climbs out onto the apron as the crowd scream with excitement in recognition.Edison: ”Uhoh! Phenomenal is going upstairs to the Penthouse Suite! Men that large are supposed to stay on the ground for a reason and one that will probably be demonstrated now! With power like this Phenomenal should be smashing his face in but he wants to perform an awe-inspiring show of his athletic ability. What the Heck do you think he’s planning Max?!”McNally: ”I’d be lying if I said I had any idea Eddie but one thing IS for certain and that is it’s not going to be a pleasant experience for Jeremiah Lynch! Phenomenal does not look good with that turnbuckle! He looks like he should be in the forests coated in fur and eating venison and fish, not pulling this peregrine falcon act!”Phenomenal stands tall and proud before posturing for a fraction of a second. He then leaps off the top rope doing the seemingly impossible as he hits the PLAY MY MUSIC! With all the impact of a meteor he lands a direct aerial hit straight to Lynch who was a basket case at that point anyways.McNally: ”WOW! What a shooting star press! He calls that Play My Music and as if on cue, his music is now playing! That was breath-taking!”Edison: ”I gotta’ hand it to him! He didn’t screw it up like a certain MMA champion we all know!”Superstars by Jim Jones hits as the Harlem war machine makes a quick departure from the ring heading up the ramp. About half-way down he stops and turns taking one look back at Jeremiah Lynch. Then he continues again as unbeknownst to him a commotion forms in the crowd.Edison: ”Oh my God, what the Hell?!”CRACK! The steel chair smashes into the back of Phenomenal who falls to the floor. A man who stands proudly behind Chris holds the chair up in one hand in celebration as Phenomenal slowly works his way to his feet. The sins of Phenomenal would not be ignored by The Faith it seemed as when Phenomenal turned to see his attacker he was kissed by steel, a brutal swinging headshot leaving Phenomenal lying on the ramp.McNally: ”OH MY GOD! Danny Mainer with the steel chair! Where did HE come from and WHY is he out here?!”Edison: ”He’s getting revenge for his stable mate and he’s once again proving superiority over The Harlem Superman! He did it all last month with the press-ups, the car smashing AND putting him through a table! Now he’s doing it all over again with steel authority!”After the chair assault Mainer was quick to lay in the stamps but somehow, Phenomenal ignored EVERYTHING and simply got up to the excitement of the crowd. Mainer stepped back and took another swing with the chair but Phenomenal caught the shot and ripped the steel seat out of his hands, tossing it to one side. After a month of bullshit from him including being put through a table Phenomenal had reached his boiling point and was going to break the mini-man Mainer in two.Edison: ”Mainer came out here for revenge for his fellow disciple of The Faith but it’s back-firing! Phenomenal has some endurance on him! He just took two chair shots, caught a third and just threw the chair!!! Now look at-WHOAHWHOAWHOA!”McNally: ”He’s dead-lifting Mainer!”Yup, Mainer is grabbed and simply thrown into The Scoop Slam position. Without any warning, he’s just thrown up and now in a precarious position Phenomenal gestures that he’s going to get slammed right onto the steel steps. Phenomenal steps taking a slight run-up before running forward and lifting him up for the drop but Phenomenal swerves to the left of the ramp launching Mainer right into the crowd. Several people are sent crashing down as Mainer lands in a prison of steel and people. Phenomenal dusts himself off and continues his walk up the ramp as the crowd look on in shock. The screen turns to black.McNally: ”He finally got his own back on Mainer launching him right into the crowd! Holy hell!”FADE Additional Credit: Danny Mainer
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 16:43:57 GMT -5
You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet, Aftermath Dan White There's a segment coming up now. Yay! Let's go to it!
Okay in all seriousness, yes there's a segment, and yes, it opens up. I always seem to start my segments with “the segment opens up”, don't I? Ah well, let's get to it.
The camera fade in and we're in a familiar surroundings. The Chairman's personal locker room, in fact. We don't often see this room, but when he gets the chance to, he spends as much time in here as he can to be able to relax during shows. But it's often only a matter of time before he's buzzed back to his office, to deal with the hectic goings on of running ACW.
The credit crunch hasn't favoured him well, but ACW is still running strong, and looks set for its highest grossing quarter of the year, with Fallen Heroes and Omega Effect coming up. But we have one more hurdle before the Road to Omega Effect begins, and that event is Genocide, in three weeks away. Gingerdude is seen with his eyebrows raised as he sits on an Italian leather sofa, watching a television set as replays show Chris Phenomenal defeat Jeremiah Lynch. There's then a huge pop, as the camera moves slightly to the right and we see The Welsh Dragon Dan White standing with his arms crossed, as though he's impatiently waiting for a bus.Dan: Soooo........what the hell am I doing here? Gingerdude responds, rather nonchalantly, as he continues to watch the tv set.Gingerdude: Oh, I was just thinking that maybe we've been getting on each other's nerves lately, and that I wanted to prove we could get along like peach and pie. Dan rolls his eyes, coughing heavily and blatantly, and Gingerdude turns around, ending the charade.Gingerdude: Okay, you want a serious reason? I wanted to prove to you that I have absolutely no problem with firing you if I have to. I would gladly take you to court, I would gladly face up to your lawyer and potentially face paying a large sum of money into your bank. I am willing to do all that. He takes a sip from his mug, as Dan reminds silent, his eyes focused purely on Gingerdude.Gingerdude: Don't make me out to be the bad guy, here. I just don't want to see this place be threatened by the FCC or Ofcom when it turns out kids all around the world are smacking each other with sick, twisted forms of tennis racquets or glorifying football hooliganism. I don't want to be threatened by the lawsuits of a thousand angry mothers after their child is brutally beaten by a kid who wanted to be “just like that Dan White from ACW”. Dan's mouth opens a little, and he's about to respond, but instead just has a rather confused look on his face, as Gingerdude continues to speak.Gingerdude: And I believe that in the long run, getting rid of you may get rid of a small portion of our fanbase, and it may cost the company money, but that will all be recooporated in the amount of money we save, and the amount of parents who would be more willing to allow ACW to become a family-watched show in their houses. Dan shakes his head in utter disbelief.Dan: Now then Gingerdude, I can't be arsed with much of an argument as as you know, I got a match with XS3 tonight. But the amount of complete crap you're sprouting is enough to make me want to vomit all over your fancy room as it is. Ginger smirks, throwing his arms in the air.Dan: And both you and I know that if I got a bit of my stomach juices all over your nice sofa there, I'd be receiving another pay cut! I mean I barely get paid the amount I deserve anyways, do I? Gingerdude suddenly looks a bit defensive, as he tries to answer.Gingerdude: ...Well yo- Dan: Don't answer that. Like I said, I got a match to be preparing for. I can't be arsed listening to your crap. Good day, Chairman. A pop goes out from the crowd as Dan shakes his head in frustration, opening the door and slamming it shut. Gingerdude breathes a sigh of relief, and adjusts his colour as he avoided what he assumed was going to be a smack in the face.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 16:44:34 GMT -5
Segment: Match Tonight (Credit: Rena)
Rena awoke to a soft tap at her door. Her eyes opened slowly and the focused on her lit office she had passed out in a day ago. She could feel the blood rushing through her veins, pulsing strongly throughout her body. Her ears were ringing, but the knock on the door did not stop.
…: Rena? Rena!
Rena: hmm? Just a minute…
She slowly let herself up, noticing the broken glass around her. Brushing herself off, she moved to the door and slowly opened it. Just then, Ginger smiled at her and walked in as she stood at the frame of the door.
Ginger: Ah, Rena.
Rena: Ginger…what would you like?
Ginger: Look at this mess in here! Are you still drinking?
Rena: Well, not what you would expect.
Ginger: No matter, I’ll have someone in this evening to have it cleaned. I just wanted to let you know some news!
Rena: Tell it to me.
By now, Ginger was resting in an over-stuffed chair and Rena was leaning against her desk with her hand on her head, the blood in her body continuing to jolt her every second.
Ginger: Well, now that you’re back I’ve scheduled you in a match!
Rena: A match? No! I can’t-
Ginger: Oh nonsense. It’ll be a simple match, Rena. All your rust should be gone, and you should be perfectly fine to face him.
Rena: But Ginger, I can’t. I don’t feel well-
Ginger: No excuses. You’re under contract and that’s the way it’s going.
Rena: No, please…I beg of you!
Ginger: Well, you better get ready for tonight. You’ll be a busy girl.
Rena: Just get out.
Ginger: hmm?
Rena: I SAID GET OUT!
And she shoved him lightly, but when Rena took a closer look Ginger was flat on the ground. His eyes grew to the size of watermelons as he shuffled to get up. After brushing himself off he paused to stare at Rena for a good while.
Ginger: What in the-
Rena: I think it’d be best if you leave.
Ginger: Quite so. Good luck tonight.
And with that, he left quietly still confused as to what just happened. Rena, too, was confused at the immense power radiating from her palms. She could feel her chip burning inside her as she thought about Ginger…was he who she was looking for? Only time could tell.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 16:44:57 GMT -5
Segment: Making of the Dragon Episode II (Credit: Lee)
Six months after Lee agreed to fight for Pablo, the big night was finally here. Lee had been training with some of the people Pablo hired, confriming the fact that he had unbelievably fast and stiff strikes. Pablo made it pretty clear that Lee needs to win this fight, since he put a lot of money on him. Pablo has been losing money for a while now, with his previous fighters all being big muscled up guys that just couldn’t win. He is gambling with Lee, wanting to see what Lee can bring to the table. Of course, if Lee shall die along the way, then so be it. Pablo doesn't care, nor do any other of the "sponsors," if you will, for own their fighters.
Lee: Mr. Del Santo, what if, God forbid, I don't win?
Pablo: Let's not go there, shall we?
Lee: But, I mean, if I'm supposed to be facing this big guy who is pretty much unstoppable, I think it's inevitable--
Pablo: Listen to me. I didn't hire you to question yourself. I hired you to go out there and beat people up. Beat them up as if they raped your mom. Beat them up as if they killed your family. Beat them up...to win the money. You really don't want to be losing.
And that was Lee's way of understanding "Bitch, if you lose I'ma kill you." Lee knew that this day was going to come sooner or later, and he simply hopes for the best.
Lee sees the arena full of people, full of bloodthirsty, money-ravaging people, all wanting to see someone get hurt tonight. Lee is led backstage, where he was told of the rules. Unsurprisingly, there weren't that many.
Referee: The rules are simple: you go in there, you fight, kill if you have to. Last man standing wins. This is that UFC shit in the streets! Do you understand?
Lee: Yes, sir.
Lee tries not to get too nervous as he can hear the roars and screams from the manic audience as he walks towards the opening into the center arena. The arena is more like an open, circular space with a concrete floor, so it's basically a fight in the streets, except with audiences watching and betting on them. Lee finally enters the arena, as the crowd immediately responds with jeers and boos. Who is this little punk, and what is he doing, going against the mighty CRUSH? Lee looks around the arena and thinks he sees Pablo up in the VIP area with a frown upon his face. Lee swallows in nervousness as he looks ahead of him, and his jaw nearly drops
In front of him is a behemoth of a man. Standing about 6'10" tall, with the physique of one of those national bodybuilders, you know, with bulked up muscles and veins popping out, was CRUSH, his opponent of the night. CRUSH is big and chooses not to wear a shirt to show off is huge pecs and immaculate abs. His hands are probably big enough to crush Lee's windpipe within seconds. He was named CRUSH by the crowd for his ability to, well, crush his opponents. He's undefeated so far with the impressive record of 56-0. Lee is sure that except for Pablo, everybody's money is on CRUSH, which basically means that if Lee somehow miraculously pulls out the win, Pablo was going to cash in big.
Lee and CRUSH are now within striking distance as CRUSH seems to be taking this all as a joke. Remember, Lee wasn't even 16 yet. He is merely 5'10" tall as he looks up at the giant CRUSH. The two trade words, which was the only part of the battle Lee thinks he wins.
CRUSH: Who the fuck is you, midget?
Lee: The guy that's gon' whoop yo ass, bitch!
Lee must've sounded more aggressive and confident than he really is because CRUSH merely gave a chuckle in return. A chuckle of cockiness.
CRUSH: Listen, punk, this isn't Vietnam or Cambodia or wherever the hell you came from. This is Los fuckin' Angeles. I run this city. No one dares fuck with CRUSH. I can finish you off in thirty seconds, so don't push me, or you might not even walk back to your stupid lil' country.
Lee: You know, I'm surprised that you can string so many words together to form a sentence. But YOU don't wanna push ME, I'ma knock yo face down so bad that the toothfairy'll hafta open a Swiss bank account!
CRUSH snarls, and before Lee knew it, charges at him. Lee barely sidesteps him and gets out of the way. Lee expected some sort of announcing before the fight, but apparently not. This is no boxing, the fight won't be stopped if Lee is dying.
The crowd is now jeering Lee even more as CRUSH circles his prey. He then charges again, and Lee miscalculates his dodge, allowing CRUSH's huge shoulder to take him down like a charging, raging bull. Lee feels his head bounce off of the concrete floor, as he sees CRUSH's huge bowling ball sized hands grab him from around his throat and lift him up into the air from the ground. Lee could feel the vice grip around his neck as he struggles to gasp for air. The crowd is cheering CRUSH on as Lee slowly seems to be fading away.
CRUSH: I told you, punk, you don't fuck with me. Now yo' ass gon' die, haha! I'ma snap yo' neck like a pencil...
CRUSH never gets to finish the sentence, though, as Lee spits a mouthful right into his left eye. CRUSH drops Lee as he tries to wipe the spit out of his eyes, giving Lee the opening to give CRUSH a bone shattering kick right into his knee cap! CRUSH howls in pain, and Lee quickly begins a series of quick punches onto CRUSH's face before backing off and running forward quickly with a charging high knee into CRUSH's temple! CRUSH's head rolls sideways, and his eyes are dazed, but he is still on his knees, trying to get up. The crowd is now all holding their breath, as Lee finishes off the fight with a sick haymaker that was wound up perfectly, knocking down the giant. After overcoming the initial shock, the crowd goes legitimately bonkers.
Announcer: CRUSH HAS BEEN DEFEATED, CRUSH IS OUT! It's the new kid around the block, THE HIDDEN DRAGON, LEE!
So there was an announcer guy after all, Lee thinks vaguely to himself as the crowd starts cheering for him, while many throw the remaining scraps of their food to the fallen body of CRUSH. Lee looks up towards the VIP area in the crowd and sees many people walking towards where Pablo sat, very angry and round faced, obviously paying up. Lee smirks, his work here is done.
As it turns out, Lee would eventually become a cash cow for Pablo, but the lifestyle of a street fighter turned out to be far less glamorous than Lee had initially imagined. When he tried to step away from the game, the consequences were disastrous for both himself and Pablo. But this is a story for another time. For now, we're interested in Lee as a wrestler, and this part of the tale will pick up a few years later.
To be continued.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 16:46:08 GMT -5
Segment: "Words from Another" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
Rattlesnake's had time to sit and try to contemplate what he saw and heard about on Thursday. It's not easy knowing your past is coming back to haunt you. Especially when it deals with someone that's deceased.
While talking to his old friend Supervisor, he learned of the picture where a knife was plunged right into his chest. The only thing he could think of doing, at the suggestion of Supervisor, was call the others in the picture. Some of them he was on good terms with...some he wasn't.
This was one of those times when being on bad terms with someone was usually the best trail to pursue.
There were two people to talk to in this case. Marko...and D-Structa.
Rattlesnake had run-ins with both guys and most of them weren't pleasant. Marko was jealous and constantly after the VWF Tag Team Championship that Rattlesnake had. D-Structa fought Rattlesnake over the VWF Championship...several times retaining until some interference from another "Rattlesnake" in the form of a Stone Cold Stunner caused the title to change hands and fall right into Rattlesnake's grasp.
But more importantly, D-Structa was connected to him. Logic says talk to D-Structa first. That being said...Rattlesnake decides on who to call. He pulls out his cell phone and picks the number from the phonebook.
Rattlesnake: I know I shouldn't be calling him.
??: Hello.
Rattlesnake: Hey, it's Snake.
??: Oh...Snake. And why are you calling me on this momentous occasion?
Rattlesnake: Marko, I know you hate my guts, but there's something I need to talk to you about. It's serious.
Marko: Oh really?
Rattlesnake: Yeah. It could potentially open some old wounds, but it has to be done.
Marko: Only you would reopen wounds. I can only imagine what it deals with.
Rattlesnake: I think you might have an idea already.
Marko: Let me guess. You talked to Supervisor, didn't you?
Rattlesnake: I did.
Marko: I supposed he told you about the banner.
Rattlesnake: Banner?
Marko: So he didn't. Can't say I'm surprised. But he probably intended it to be that way.
Rattlesnake: What's going on?
Marko: Remember when VWF closed?
Rattlesnake: Yeah, I remember.
Marko: When it closed, I took one of the ring banners with me. A few days ago it was mysteriously hung up with your name written in green. It had a giant "X" spray painted on it. On top of that...an "O" was on the side.
Rattlesnake: What? An "O" was on there too?
Marko: Supervisor called me after he talked to you. He said the picture fell to the ground and an "A" was on the back.
Rattlesnake: He didn't call me with that.
Marko: I thought it was strange. I didn't want to talk to you when you called, but it was suggested that I at least do this. Now that I have, you can go fuck yourself.
Marko ends the call, leaving Rattlesnake to think about what he had just heard. It was weird to heard that his name had been crossed out like that.
But what does it all mean? Who is doing this? Others to call and still no answers.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 16:46:42 GMT -5
Segment: Revenge Can Take You To Strange Places… Credit: Jake Steele / Thunderkiss
This scene opens up inside of Thunderkiss’ locker room, which happens to have a bathroom. Why should I mention that you ask? Well because… uhh… yeah, he’s taking a giant shit. Various parents who let their kids actually watch Thunderkiss segments are now quick to cover their eyes as we see Kiss literally with his pants around his ankles. He seems to be casually relaxing on the toilet, with a Playboy magazine in his hand as he reads up on Miss March.
Thunderkiss: Man. Look at those tits. You simply don't see a set like that every day. So supple, yet so firm. A rack like that deserves only a man who knows how to make them feel special! *licks page* Mmmmm, you know you liked it bitch! Hahahahaa!
Sharing one of his own special Thunderkiss laughs, following one of his own signature Thunderkiss jokes, Kiss tries taking his mind off of the “heavy load” that he is currently shipping off. He continues to flip through the pages, ogling at the various pictures of sexy Playmates as he gets an unexpected visitor.
??: SURPRISE, THUNDERBITCH!
Thunderkiss: …The hell?
Bandaged up and surely still feeling the effects of last week comes Jake Steele with a bat in his hand, smashing through the door of one, Thunderkiss. Kiss, confused by this tries to peep out and see who is outside but he can only go so far. He prepares for the worst as he looks around the bathroom for a blunt object. Finding nothing, Kiss instead tightens up his grip with hopes for a quick hopping uppercut to whoever is coming in. Yet as he sees who it is he puts his dukes down and casually greets him.
Thunderkiss: Wrong turn, Crackerjack. This ain't the medical ward, this is the shitter and it's in use. Smell that? That's the same smell as Hunter's career! Come on now, lean in an get a good whiff.
Thunderkiss shoots one off and Steele looks completely disgusted and disrespected. He tries to ignore the looming smell, beginning his interrogation.
Steele: I know you had somethin’ to do with what happened last week. Don’t even try playin’ stupid nigga.
Thunderkiss: Hey brother, you came to the wrong guy. When the time comes, I won't stick ya in the back, I'll do right in the middle of your forehead. Now if you'll excuse me, I must continue dropping the kids off at the pool.
With force, Kiss lets another one off and as the huge *PLOP* splashes against the water, Steele covers his nose and puts the bat under his arm for a second.
Steele: Dat’s just fuckin’ nasty. And no, muthafucka, it can’t. I saw dat little message you sent me last week, and I know how much hate you got for me. You can’t stand dat I’m at da top dawg. So I figured, you probably was da fool who tried crackin’ my skull open last week.
Thunderkiss: WELL, AREN'T YOU FUCKING SHERLOCK HOLMES? What a versatile champion, you are. Not only can you degrade the World Title by even touching it, you are a detective just like Batman! So tell me something, detective, where the fuck is my tag partner?! I guess apparently the crackhead wanted to get high against last week and left me alone to beat the Fat Ass and the eternal loser -
Steele: Hey, Kiss, guess what? I don’t give a fuck! I’m not here to watch you drop shit and discuss life. I’m here to find out if you was da nigga who left me in a pool of my own blood last week!
Thunderkiss: Are you deaf!?! Now how about you clean out your ears and we'll try this once more. If I wanted to leave you in a pool of your own blood, I wouldn’t have any problem doing it. I wouldn’t do it as some type of bullshit “mystery attacker” deal. When I decide to make a fool out of you, and that day is coming, might I add, I want the whole world to see it. That's how I roll, crackalacker!
Steele, not one to forget any of his past quickly remembers all of Kiss’ antics back in January. He stares at Kiss with a “nigga please” look on his face.
Steele: I know how “you roll” and I know you a sneaky muthafucka. Why should I just take yo word as da truth and keep on truckin’? Tell me right now why I should believe anything you sayin’.
Thunderkiss: You don’t have to. Just ask your new Road Steeler buddy Lee Homicide. I’m sure he could provide a few answers for you, that is unless he still has a nasty headache! Hahahaha!
He has a point. Lee did get sucker punched to high heaven. And while Steele doesn’t like any of his Road Steelers brothers to get one pulled over on them, he also wants Lee to get his own measure of revenge on Thunderkiss…
Steele: … Aight. I’mma give you dis one. But still, somethin’ here don’t feel right. Oh! I got it.
But that doesn’t mean Steele can’t get some of his special revenge aswell. He swings the bat sround and walks into the bathroom, one arm covering his nostrils. Kiss looks at him with a WTF look on his face as Steele lifts the bat up into the air and smashes it down! … onto the toilet paper holder, knocking it clean off of the handle as the toilet paper begins to roll off and out of the bathroom. Steele smiles and scoops the remaining roll and takes it with him as Kiss tries to grab Steele but he can only reach so far without well, you know. Censors. Steele makes his way towards the door as Kiss yells out to him to return.
Thunderkiss: What the fuck are you doing? PUT THAT DAMN TOILET PAPER DOWN! PUT IT DOWN NOW!
Steele: Haha… have fun wipin’ ya ass witcha thumb! Ya nasty sumbitch!
Steele flips Kiss off as he walks out the door with one up on Mr. Five Hundred Percent. Kiss, fuming because of his lack of bathroom tissue, begins to RAGE as he smashes his fist against the sink nearby him and curses the name of Jake Steele.
Thunderkiss: YOU FUCKING CRACKERJACK, I'M GOING TO WIPE MY ASS WITH YOU. WRITE IT DOWN, BROTHER, WIPE-MY-ASS-WITH-YOU![/B] FUCK![/color]
He settles down long enough to get his bearings. A few subtle "hello?"'s later, it becomes apparent that there is no one around to help him out of this predicament. And what if they were? The last thing he needs at the moment is for the world to know that the great and mighty Thunderkiss needed someone to help him wipe his ass. Just when all seems lost, he looks down at the Playboy magazine that was all but forgotten, laying on the floor between his legs.
Thunderkiss: Well Miss March, I hope you are into Dirty Sanchezes!
[Fade?]
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