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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 16:50:08 GMT -5
Match 2: Rena Matheson vs. Alex Trixer (Credit: AK)
The re-appearance of Rena on an ACW card has at least a part of the audience intrigued, and their curiosity only grows when the Supreme Diva herself makes her appearance. Normally Rena acts as if she owns half the planet, but tonight she seems tentative, even nervous. The young Alex Trixer, though no veteran, clearly fancies his chances...
But first it seems he’s actually got to try and get to grips with his opponent. The first 90 seconds or so of the match consist entirely of Rena ducking, dodging, and doing anything she can to avoid contact with Trixer, whose annoyance quickly grows. Finally he catches her out, pulls her close and delivers a forearm blow, then another; Rena reels back, and Trixer lunges forward to make a grab-
Rena’s foot connects with his chest, and there is a tiny pause before Trixer flies backward, thrown into the ropes at great speed and with great force. The crowd, which has been on the verge of a “THIS IS BORING” chant, is immediately stunned into near silence for a couple of seconds. Rena’s jaw visibly drops; it’s almost as if to her, her kick wasn’t that strong at all.
Trixer is now angry, and he comes back powerfully at Rena, forcing her on to the defensive. Rena blocks a series of attacks until Trixer sweeps her legs from under her, elbow drops and pins, 1...2-
Rena kicks, and Trixer is thrown clear. The crowd starts to clap, and in spite of herself Rena finds her fighting spirit of old is eager to show itself. She moves in quickly, and as Trixer gets up she delivers a series of short, sharp kicks; Trixer gasps at each as if he’s been shot, and crumples to his knees. Adrenaline surging, Rena signals for the Hell In Heels (Pyramid Bomb), and executes it with precision. Her heart lifts at the cheers of the fans and she makes a cover, 1....2....
3?
Rena sits up from the pin and looks at Trixer. He’s out cold, in fact beyond cold; his lips are slightly blue, and the referee calls for medical assistance.
Philip announces Rena as the winner, but Rena barely hears it. She’s almost as pale as her fallen opponent.
What has she become? And what will be the price for her new-found ability?
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 16:51:38 GMT -5
Segment: More News? Of Course! (Credit: Train) We open outside probably one of the worst areas on ACW Island. It's a stormy evening as the camera shows ruins of broken down old buildings, and the whole place seems to be deserted. Except for one building, one building with the lights on. A moving van is outside the front carrying stuff in and a sign overhead the building that reads "THUNDER LAWYER - ATTORNEY AT LAWYERING." We go inside to see Thunder Lawyer sitting down on a milk crate crying a bit with Thunder Train leaning toward a window, looking outside. Two of the movers step in with a couch and look at Train.Mover: Where do you want this? Thunder Train: Just set it over there...The movers set the couch down and return outside. Thunder can be heard as Train moves closer to Lawyer. Thunder Train: What is the matter with you? You should feel better that the trial wasn't real! You didn't lose anything.Thunder Lawyer: Are you that stupid? I lost EVERYTHING! That is why I had to move to this shitty area of ACW Island! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME IT WAS FAKE? Thunder Train gives a smirk then goes over to the fridge and pulls out some frozen pizza.Thunder Train: Because...this is more funny. OM NOM NOM.Thunder Lawyer: *Sigh* You are lucky you are my only client or else I would say fuck off. By the way, you got a doctor's bill. Lawyer grabs a stack of paper and sorts through it. He finds one labeled for Thunder Train and picks it out. He stands up and walks it over to Train. Meanwhile, more movers step in and are getting lazy. They throw stuff down and go back to the van. Thunder Lawyer looks at a box that says "FRAGILE" on it that was smashed. All of Thunder Lawyer's glass animals have been broken. Thunder Lawyer: MY ANIMALS! NOOOOOOOO! Thunder Train: SHUT UP! I'M TRYING TO READ THIS! But it's strange because I haven't paid a hospital bill in a year. ACW usually covers all this.As Train opens up the bill, he sees that it is more then just a bill. It also has a letter in it. He reads it over but can't believe what it is. He has to look over it once more to comprehend it.
Dear Son,
Hi, how are you? I hope you are doing good with your wrestling stuff as I have been doing fine back here in *Smudged writing that is unreadable.* However, tragedy struck recently when I had a heart attack a few months ago. I recovered and I am doing fine now. Your sister though, wants you to come back and see the rest of the family. A sort of impromptu family reunion of sorts. I hope you can make it.
Love Always, Mama Train Thunder Train: What...this...this is impossible.Thunder Lawyer: What, what's wrong? Thunder Train: My mama...she had a heart attack...Thunder Lawyer: Is she OK? Thunder Train: Yeah, but my sister wants me to return home and see her and the rest of the family.Thunder Lawyer: You are gonna go, right? Thunder Train: I'm not sure...Thunder Lawyer: Not sure? You have to go! Thunder Train: I mean, I haven't seen much of my family in a long time. I always talk to and see my mama but my sister...it's been like 4 years...and the rest of the family, I can't even remember.Thunder Lawyer: So what? You need to go or else you are a bad person! By the way, pics of your sister? Thunder Train reaches into his back pocket and grabs his wallet. He flips through it until he reaches some pictures. He pulls one out and shows it to Thunder Lawyer.Thunder Train: This is her. Her name is Thunder Thighs. She wrestles also.Thunder Lawyer gags a little and steps back.Thunder Lawyer: DO NOT WANT! MAN THE HARPOONS! Thunder Train: Shut up man!Thunder Lawyer: Seriously! That ain't right man! Thunder Train: You should be lucky that I don't beat your ass right now. Thunder Lawyer: Whatever. You should still go. Thunder Train: I'll think about it...Train puts the picture back in his wallet and sets the wallet back into his pocket. He then steps out of the house. He lights up a cigarette (JK, Thunder Train isn't a loser) but he does get into his car and drives off, still pondering what he should do. If he does end up going, there better be a whole lot of food to support the Train family. And if he doesn't...well then Train is just a jerk!
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 16:53:34 GMT -5
"Feel the Impact" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
It's been a long time since everyone was privy to the Impact. But the time for it to return rapidly approaches.
The scene is now set. Meltdown, March 12, 2009. The Impact returns.
The guest is planned. Find out on Thursday.
Rattlesnake makes a guarantee that this will be the biggest edition of "Snake's Impact" to date.
When you see who is in attendance, you will want to know what's going on.
Stay tuned. Business could very well pick up.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 16:53:53 GMT -5
Friday 6th March, 2009After the painstakingly long pregnancy, everything has finally fallen into place; Dan White and Jo have produced their first child together, and although the duo may not be a couple, the Ross and Rachel-esque relationship is working really well. In Dan's condo, his son James has been living there, following his mother's death in Wales, and when he turned up on Dan's doorstep basically, it was a bit of a shock.
But not so much as Dan finding out that he impregnated a woman last year. Well it wasn't the shock, as such. It was more a case of finding out that Jo was able to find where Dan was. There could be a hell of a lot more women out of there who have made a child with Dan, but never actually found out a) who he was, or b) whereabouts he was hiding. But despite Dan not being initially best pleased about the whole situation, he accepts that he holds a responsibility, and has thus agreed to let Jo live in the same condo as him.
The segment opens up in the condo, and Dan and Jo have brought their baby daughter into the home for the first time. By the way if anybody actually reads this, take a shout out because I'd like to know who actually reads my work. Jo looks pretty stressed out, and hands the baby to Dan, before collapsing on the sofa.Dan: Come on, woman. You've had enough rest over the past few days in hospital anways. Jo looks up, scowling at Dan.Jo: You try giving birth and then losing about 10 pints of blood because your vagina was torn far too much. Dan's eyebrows raise, and his eyes squint at the thought, presumably taking another step towards impotence.Dan: Too much information! And anyways I don't think the bairn needs to be hearing this kind of shit. Jo scowls at Dan again.Jo: Well you shouldn't be swearing in front of her either! Dan takes a step back, even though he's far from slapping distance from Jo's reach.Jo: Sorry, I'm just really stressed... Dan smiles, understanding the situationDan: Ah, don't worry about it lass. I know you need rest and that. Dan looks down at his little daughter, and a thought pops into his head.Dan: You know what, we ain't even named this little tot yet. Jo: I know, but I've been thinking of names. Dan: Oh, go on... Jo: I was thinking of Alicia. ...Dan: ...Erm, it's a nice name, but reminds me of the past too much. Jo: Oh, okay. How about Sarin? Dan: ...No. Again, too much of the past. Jo: Charlotte? Dan: ..well, erm- Jo: Yoko? Dan: ...err... Jo: Alexandra? Dan: You're not very... Jo: Rena?! ... Again.Dan: If I was going to have my daughter be a slut then yes, I'd consider that name. But no. All those names remind me of unruly times. I'd rather not have those times associated with my daughter. Jo: Hmph. Jo furrows her brow, but another idea pops up.Jo: How about Carla? Carla....Carla....the name scans across Dan's brain, as shown by his thoughtful look. ACW divas, wrestlers' wives or girlfriends, Fallout's Women Division.Dan: Carla sounds fine. He looks down, smiling at his daughter.Dan: Little baby Carla. Aww, how darling.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 16:54:59 GMT -5
Segment: Making of the Dragon Episode III (Credit: Lee)
Leaving the street fighting stage of his life behind, Lee is now determined to land himself a deal, as he worked even harder on making his mix tape mainstream hit album material. It was when he was promoting his latest demo, "Don't Believe Tha Hype" that changed everything.
Lee and a couple of his friends were giving out his mix tape for free, because, well, Lee was feeling generous plus more people get to listen to his music this way. They were in this club where famous people go to if they drive by San Jose, so they thought if they were lucky, they might, well, get lucky. And they did.
It was one of Lee's friends, Fro, who came to tell Lee that there was a man who introduced himself as "Flynn" wanting to meet Lee. Lee and Fro would then stand face to face with a middle-aged fellow, dressed in casual clothes, sporting a goatee, and wearing sunglasses in the club, though he was obviously not blind. Lee was tempted to make a crack about that, but instinct told him to fight his natural urges.
Flynn: You are Lee, aka Lyrically Equipped Emcee?
Lee: Yuh.
Flynn: Ah, I've wanted to meet you for a while. I heard some songs of yours on the radio a while back. I know a record label that might be interested in signing you.
Lee and Fro exchange glances of excitement as Lee replies, trying to sound as casual as possible.
Lee: Oh yeah?
Flynn: It's one of the indie labels, but it's under the umbrella of Virgin Records. Basically, if you get noticed in there, you may find yourself onto even bigger and better things. Here's the card.
Lee takes the card and quickly scans it, seeing something that made him slightly disappointed. He knows not everything can go his way.
Flynn: But the downside is, you have to go to New York if you want to make it.
Lee frowns. He's always preferred the West Coast hip-hop, despite the fact that he does pay homage to Nas, Biggie, KRS-One, etc. Now Lee has to go over there to blow up? Not what he had in mind. But when opportunity comes knocking on your door, you can't complain, even if it bothered you in your sleep, and Lee decides to take what he had.
Lee: Aight, sure. I'll take it.
Flynn: Great, hope to see soon.
The man then walked away, back to his drink or whatever. Lee looks at the card given again, not knowing that his decision to go to New York is going to change his life forever.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 16:56:42 GMT -5
Segment: Conspiracy nuts will have a field day with these three working together <_< Credit: Jake Steele, Brent Garland and Dave Shadow
As the camera cuts backstage again, we find the scene focusing in on one of ACW’s finest young rookies. Brent Garland wanders around backstage, in a world of his own, throwing shadow punches as he gets ready for his big match coming up. He does so gingerly though, signs of the beat down still visible in the small limp and the way he favors his side. He visualizes the face of Lee Homicide in front of him, as he ducks and weaves, a cocky smile on his face as he imagines delivering a knockout blow...
As he comes to a corner in the hallway, he throws a punch...and nearly catches Jake Steele on the chin! Jake ducks back though, dodging the punch. Brent realizes what he nearly did. Rather than apologize though, his smirk develops into a grin which stretches from ear to ear. Jake smiles as well as he adjusts the ACW World Title over his shoulder. There is an obvious tension radiating between the two, as while both smile, both also seem ready to attack or defend at a moment’s notice.
Garland: ...You got a problem... "Jake?!"
Steele: You know, da last thing I would be doin' is punchin' if I were you. Cause you might run into da wrong cat and get ya teeth knocked in, you dig?
Garland: Yeah, and lets face it. We all know you’re not above attacking people who just happen to be minding their own business... Isn’t that right?
Jake looks taken back, his eyebrow arching upwards. Curious as to where this is going.
Steele: What you tryna' say man?
Garland: Don’t play dumb with me Steele... You know what I'm "tryna'" say...
Jake lets out a laugh, amazed at the irony of this accusation.
Garland: Let’s face it! You're the poster boy of ACW at the moment, and I’ve made no qualms about telling everyone how much I hate this stain on society! How much I think this place is beneath me... It all makes sense that you would try and take me out before I did anything that could possibly... Damage it.
Steele: Look, Garland, you done got me all twisted u-
Garland: Don’t get me wrong, I know it was a pre-emptive attack and all, and I get you’re only trying to protect your widdle "Ay Ce Dubyu", but that doesn’t mean I have to just stand here and take your "holy crusade"...
Steele: Yo, you really need to kill dat sh-
Garland: So how about you man up Steele... Why not try and take me on while I'm staring you dead in the eyes?! --
Steele gets tired of the rookie trying to accuse him all willy nilly, so he decides to interrupt him.
Steele: How bout you shut da fuck up! You wanna run your mouth off? You think dat makes you a big shot around here? Take a close look at me. Dis title over my shoulder ain't just some ice I wear to impress da bitches. I’m da world champion cause I got heart. I know how to take a sucka down a peg or two, you dig? And if you keep runnin' yo mouth I might just have to take you down next.
Garland: Take me down next huh?! Now it sounds like you're trying to say something here!....
The two look just about ready to start pounding the heads off each other, but as they start to get in each other’s faces, a voice comes from behind them.
Dave: Hey, if you guys are going to have a match right here, can you just wait till I grab some popcorn and a chair?
They turn to find Dave Shadow leaning up against the wall, a smile on his face. As Jake and Garland turn their attentions back to each other, Dave pushes off from the wall, sighs to himself and walks towards them. He pushes his way in between them. Dave: Ok, calm down guys.
Steele: Yo, Garland you ever stop to think about other people's problems? I know dat might hurt yo brain but you ain't da only one who got somebody dat wants to take your head off.
Dave: Ok, come on Jake.
Garland: *scoffs* ~ How unlike a turncoat... ACW over GWF right Dave?
Dave: Oi! Right. You two need to shut the hell up right now, because as I see it, you’ve both got more important things to worry about tonight. Jake, you’ve got Andrews in the main event, and you Garland have Lee Homicide in a match, with the winner getting a shot at my title. If you two don’t start focusing on THOSE matches, then let me be straight with you. You are both going to lose!
Garland and Jake both start to back down, though they still look pissed off. Garland turns his attention to Dave.
Garland: Yeah, yeah, we have all this trouble ahead... Well, what about you?
Dave: What about me?
Garland: You’ve got every reason to hate me and what I represent. You’re on a mission to prove you can become the future of ACW... Well, what better way to prove your loyalty than to take out the guy who has vowed to kill it?!
Dave: Oh come on...
Steele: Yeah, what you up to Dave?
Dave: .... not helping Jake!
Steele: What? Am I diggin' a little bit too deep Dave? Maybe I should be, maybe you da dude I'm lookin' for. I mean you did lose yo title. We in a recession and niggas can get real desperate.
Dave: Ok, can people please stop accusing me of sneaky attacks? Do you think I’m that type of person?
Garland & Steele: .......
Dave: Oh, thanks for the vote of confidence! Listen. No. I did not attack anyone. Ok? Jake, see that title on your shoulder?
All three men look at the title belt which he holds on his shoulder.
Dave: I want it. I won’t make a secret of that. Everyone in this promotion should want that title. Especially given that my title has been stolen from me. How would you like that Jake? If I stole your title, sprayed it green, white and orange, and renamed it the Irish Championship? Wouldn’t like that, would you? You can rest assured of two things Jake. Right now, my sights are set on one title and that is MY Empir......Entertainment Championship. And two. When I come after the World Title, you WILL know about it.
Dave turns his attention back to Garland.
Dave: AND YOU! You want a fight so badly, then go win your match tonight. And as soon as I reclaim my title back from Jefferson, then I’ll be more than happy to beat your anti-ACW ass back into place. You focus on Homicide, and you win that match....then we’ll talk.
Silence reigns between the three men. Garland breaks it by laughing.
Garland: Oh, I’ll beat Homicide, and then Dave....then I’ll take that piece of trash this company calls a title belt, and I’ll show this place what a true champion is made of.
It's time that I clean off the ring rust and step back into the hierarchy of the wrestling world!
Garland turns and heads off down the hallway again, laughing his head off. Dave and Jake look after him.
Steele: Pussy.
Dave: Yeah....
Steele: I wasn't talkin' about him...
Dave turns and stares at Jake; Jake simply winks back, fixes the title on his shoulder, shines it up in front of Dave and heads off down the hallway again with his expression quickly changing back to his serious state. Dave is left standing in the hallway, trying to think of something to say, anything that sounds like a witty retort, but alas. Jake and Garland got the final words on him. He sighs to himself and hangs his head as we....
[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 16:57:17 GMT -5
Pot, Kettle, Black Dan White We're just moments away from a match of true main event calibre; so it's a little bit unusual to be having this halfway through the show. Oh well, whatever has to be done to please the powers that be.
The camera opens with Kevin Anderson and Dan White, and there's a huge pop coming from the crowd. With a match against XS3 coming right up, the fans are surely eager to hear what Dan has to say.Kevin: Hello there, I'm here with The Welsh Dragon Dan White! Now Dan. After all the history you and XS3 have gone through, do you think you have the mental capacity to win? Dan: We- Kevin rudely butts in, having obviously not finished what he planned to say.Kevin: The makings of a classic match are all there. You lost to XS3 back in September, which sparked your battle to get back into the game, and you tried to turn it around at Emperor of the Ring. Even though you didn't win the tournament, you took back some revenge, defeating XS3 in the Semi Finals. Dan: It- Kevin interrupts again, and Dan furrows his brow. It's not been his day for trying to get a word into things, has it?Kevin: And then a couple of months ago, you and XS3 cost each other the International and Tag Team Titles consecutively. You then ended up feuding in a classic 4-on-4 Elimination match against each other, which you ultimately won. Although, you weren't the final survivor. Dan: Er- Kevin: But we've not yet seen the tie that we've wanted to see for so long. Dan White vs. XS3, the one on one match. And in light of everything that's happened, with you and the RSX3's history riding strong, do you think you can win? After Kevin's pretty outright rude interrupting, Dan isn't in the mood to give a lot of answers. Or even one single big answer.Dan: Yes. With that, he merely walks away to a pop from the crowd, and Kevin quickly looks to the camera with a shocked look on his face, then back to the direction Dan's walking to.Kevin: Hey, wait a minute! We've got an-ah forget it. Some people are so rude.... D'oh.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 16:58:00 GMT -5
Match 3: Dan White vs. XS3 (Credit: XS3)
The match started off strong with XS3 managing to briefly get the better of Dan with some chops and a spinning side kick. Dan came back strong with a quick hurracanrana followed by a face first DDT for a two count. Dan continued to wear down XS3 with such moves as a rear naked choke drop but when he attempted an early Stunt Bomb, XS3 countered with a swinging spinebuster. XS3 worked over Dan at this point, getting a sleeper hold and using it to pin Dan's shoulders down to the canvas for a two. Dan made a brief comeback but when he went to charge at XS3, he was thrown with the Closing Moment. XS3 went for the Burning Cradle but Dan slipped out and hit the Equalizer. Dan continued to dish out some more flashy moves, including the Triple Take and the Millionaire's Waltz, almost getting Dan the win. Towards the end, Dan went for the Stunt Bomb again but XS3 slipped out and hit the Burning Cradle for a 2.9 count. XS3 then attempted the Shadow Step but Dan caught him and applied the Fujiwara Armbar. XS3 reached the ropes but when he got up, Dan hit a quick Stunt Bomb for the win.
After the match, Dan White stands up from the pin and soaks in the praise from the fans. He makes his way up a turnbuckle and poses before setting back down on the canvas. Dan turns and sees XS3 slowly getting to his feet. XS3 reaches his full vertical base and looks at Dan. XS3 then softly nods before extending a hand to his former rival. Dan looks around him and sees the crowd tell him to do it. Dan shrugs and goes to shake XS3's hand… but instead pulls back and slicks his hair back, gaining a laugh or two from the crowd. XS3 looks down and Dan tells him that he doesn't do things that way.
XS3's face suddenly scrunches up in anger and without even realizing what he has done, XS3 lunges forward and shoves Dan down to the canvas, causing many fans to jump back in surprise. XS3's face no longer shows a smirk or a smile; he's hit a boiling point and he's let Dan know that he's a bit frustrated. XS3 then shakes his head with pure disgust before turning around the way he came and leaving the ring. Dan is left in the ring with a shocked look on his face as XS3 makes his way to the back.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 16:58:22 GMT -5
“Willy, Won’t He?” Credit: Macho Man, Thunderkiss "MACHO!?!?!?" [He doesn’t give Wilcox the courtesy of having this confrontation behind closed doors. After all, why should he? Wilcox didn’t bother to tell him that he is now working with “Macho Man,” Randy Dallas Kanyon. That is something simply cannot slip your mind and right here, right now in the open hallways of the ACW arena, Thunderkiss is going to call him out on it.] Thunderkiss: YOU ARE WORKING FOR MACHO?! Wilcox: Now, now, Kiss, you know full well that my services are open to all. You got the dime, I got the time! Thunderkiss: No! I don’t even want to HEAR that. After all these years together, after all we’ve been through, you are now REPRESENTIN’ MACHO MAN?! This is ...this is ... UGH! This is mutiny! That’s what it is! Wilcox: Do you think you could lower your voice a bit? You’re making a scene AND you are acting as if we were going “steady.” Thunderkiss: Bad analogy, Willy. It just creeps me out. Look, give me one reason not to terminate our business relationship. Just one, Willy. I at least owe you that.Wilcox: Trust me, Kiss. My goals for Macho are the same as yours. He has hired me to take him all the way to the top, just like I did with you and plan to do again. Thunderkiss: And what If I’m “at the top?” Or better yet, what if he’s on top holding the big one? Where will your loyalties lie then, Wilcox? Wilcox: With the payday, obviously. If and when you guys battle it out in an epic manner, we’ll all reap the profits! Thunderkiss: You mean YOU reap the profits! I know how you operate, Wilcox. While you’ve always had my back, I’ve seen how you’ve handled those not on your side. Your ruthlessness better not cross path with my own, for your sake! Holywood: Excuse me, Willy. Is this punk giving you a hard time?! Cause Mach' will make em' see differently if he is! YEAH!Thunderkiss: ~Hwuh?[Two is a charm. Three is company. It takes just a fraction of a second for TK’s voice to register who ths voice belongs to and as soon as it does, he’s ready to show this guest to the door.] Thunderkiss: Stay out of this! Nobody invited you.Holywood: They didn’t have to. I’d like to talk to MY agent! That means property of the Macho Man! Hollywood Mach! The last true gem left in the industry today!Thunderkiss: Your agent?! ... YOUR AGENT! Oh, that’s it! I’ve had it with this over hyped, over paid piece of shit! [With two of his biggest money earners ready to tear each other apart, Wilcox wisely does his best impression of former U.S. President Henry Clay. He was known as the “great compromiser” for those of you who failed social studies in high school.] Wilcox: Gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen! Please, let’s be civil! Holywood: Civil? That meathead don’t know the meaning of the word, brudah. Just look how he is dressed. You can’t buy civility at a K-Mart! THE MACHO MAN WORKED FOR ALL THAT HE HAS, AND AIN'T GONNA BE TREATED LIKE GARBAGE BY SOME CHEAP ARRDEEEKAYYY RIPOFF! YEAAH! JEMIMAS HAVE LUNCH AND DINNER TOO!Thunderkiss: Mother fucking, piece of a -[Thunderkiss advances; Wilcox steps into the path of the raging beast throwing his hands up all the while.] Wilcox: STOP! [His complection boils over to an angry shade of red. Thunderkiss is taken aback by his sudden display of aggression; he has never seen anything remotely close to it before.] Wilcox: Thunderkiss, you need to REALIZE and RESPECT that I have more clients other than yourself. Yes, we have been a tandem here in ACW for many years but deep down you had to have known that this day was coming. Again, I work for anyone who is willing to pay the price. Macho, you need to APPRECIATE the fact that Thunderkiss and I have worked together for years and have a very close bond. He and I will always be a team, no matter what. You both understand what I just said? Get it? Got it? Good. Now in the meantime, you two better get used to avoidance and ignorance. So help me, if either one of you lays a finger on the other, I’m through with the one who instigated it. Thunderkiss: You’ll be gone in a month.Holywood: We’ll see about that, brudah. We’ll see.[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 16:58:43 GMT -5
Hand it Over Jack Jefferson
Chairman Gingerdude is sat in his office doing paperwork, deep in thought. This is a much better sight than Jay Zero being in this office, I’m sure you’ll agree. There’s a sharp knock at the door and Gingerdude looks up, putting down the thick document he was reading.
Gingerdude: Come in.
The door opens and Jack Jefferson walks into the office wearing casual clothing and with his British Championship resting on his shoulder. Gingerdude, a serious look on his face, motions for Jefferson to sit in the chair opposite him. Jefferson slouches into the chair, a smirk on his face as he looks across the desk at his superior.
Jefferson: Well? What do you want Gingernut?
Gingerdude: It’s Gingerdude, actually, but that’s beside the point. We’re here to talk about that.
Gingerdude points at the title which is still resting on Jefferson’s shoulder.
Jefferson: My ACW British Title? What about it? Do I have a defence or something?
Gingerdude: Look, don’t play stupid with me. The title you hold there is Dave Shadow’s Entertainment Title that you defaced at the Bloody Valentine PPV.
Jefferson: I don’t know what you’re talking about. This is the British Championship.
Gingerdude: What did I just say?! Don’t play dumb with me! Tonight we have a Number 1 Contender’s match for the Entertainment Title. So, with that in mind what I’m asking – no telling – you to do is hand that title over.
Jefferson: Fuck you!
Gingerdude: Excuse me, what?
Jefferson: I said fuck you! There is no chance in hell I’m just going to hand over my title.
Gingerdude is clearly growing annoyed by this point.
Gingerdude: That title doesn’t belong to you! It belongs to Dave Shadow!
Jefferson rolls his eyes.
Jefferson: Seems like we’re just going round in circles doesn’t it Gingernuts? Clearly you have nothing new to say so...I’m outta here.
With that Jefferson gets to his feet and struts out of the door, leaving a less-than-pleased Gingerdude behind him. Gingerdude scowls in irritation and snaps the pen in his hand in irritation, getting ink all over himself.
Gingerdude: Brilliant, just what I needed.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 16:59:06 GMT -5
Segment: THEES EES BULLSHEET! (Credit: XS3)
As we cut into the back, we see Punished Fox making his way down the halls with a small scowl on his face. He finally stops at a door and reads the nameplate: Chairman Gingerdude. Wanting to get this little meeting over with, Fox hurriedly knocks on the door and hears a voice call out to him to enter. Fox does so and he approaches Ginger at his desk.
Ginger: Ah, you're Punished Fox from Fallout. What can I do for you?
Fox regards him with a cool sigh before leaning up against the wall next to Ginger.
Fox: Well Gingerdude, I'll make this short and sweet. You see, I was contacted to join Fallout in an attempt to aid Biff Taylor in his way against Peter Bannatyne. But noooooo! We all know how unstable Fallout is! I could blink and that show would be cancelled. Why you bought that show, I'll never know.
Ginger: I wasn't the one who bought the show. Stephen Russo did, remember?
Fox pauses.
Fox: Oh yeaaaaaaaah.
Ginger blinks before cocking his head to one side.
Ginger: Well? What's your point?
Fox: Here's my point: I want to get the hell off of Fallout and compete alongside my half-brother Matt. I don't want a title match or anything like that. I just want to know if I can get a tryout match.
Ginger nods.
Ginger: Well, as you can probably tell, I've got my hands full at the moment between dealing with Dan White and his hooligans and someone attacking our world champion. I'll tell you what. If I can find a slot for you, I'll give you a tryout match and if you impress me, you can have a contract. Does that sound like a deal?
Fox suddenly grins and grabs Ginger's hand, shaking it.
Fox: Absolutely. Thanks a lot… boss.
Fox turns on his heels and leaves Ginger's office as quickly as he came. Ginger raises an eyebrow at Fox calling him boss but calmly disregards it and goes back to his paperwork.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 17:01:27 GMT -5
Segment: Making of the Dragon Episode IV (Credit: Lee)
Lee did fly his ass all the way to the city that never sleeps, New York. He was psyched, he was going to get signed, and he was back home, but what happens?
Oh yeah, he got screwed. The record label he was told to visit doesn't exist. As it turns out, that man was a friend of one CKB, a fellow rapper who was engaged with a brief "beef" with Lee over the Internet. It was all a big joke.
Lee is now walking along the streets of New York, his hometown of Brooklyn, to be specific, pushing people out of his way as his frustration builds. CKB is so going to get it when he goes back to San Jose...
?: Ay, watch where ya goin', punk!
Lee turns around and sees a man no taller than him standing in front of him. Wearing a sharply tailored Calvin Klein suit, the man in front of him looks like any random trifling citizen to Lee. Little to Lee's knowledge, the man in front of him is actually Nelson Erazo, better known to most as Homicide. He's a wrestler and is known for having a very short fuse to boot. Lee must have bumped into him in his blind rage, and Homicide must've taken offense to that. Knowing Lee's personality, though, this could get bowling shoe, Michael Jackson and Mae Young ugly.
Lee: What the fuck did you just call me?
Homicide: Ya heard me, you stupid bitch. You need a stick or somethin'? Don't be bumpin' into me like that, or I'ma knock yo ass down, punk.
Lee's eyes narrow. Perfect. A reason for him to vent his frustration out on this idiot in front of him. Lee takes a few steps forward and speaks, his voice hinting deeply that he is going to strike.
Lee: Whatchu say?
Homicide: Get outta my face, bitch
Lee: Whatchu--
Lee doesn't get to finish his sentence as Homicide decides to take the initiative, giving Lee a right hook before taking him down with a tackle. The people around all quickly scatter away, giving the two their space while they watch on rather respectfully. Homicide is now punching Lee's face. Lee turns the tables though, and it's now him punching the hell out of Homicide. Homicide finally pushes Lee off, but as Homicide tries to stand up, he gets a wicked kick to the side of his head that sends him crumpling to the ground. Lee now stands over Homicide' fallen body and checks his face, feeling that he is bleeding heavily from his nose, as well as from a cut right above his eyebrows. But Lee is satisfied, knowing that Homicide must've felt that one bad. Homicide is now trying to get up, obviously surprised and angry. But that's when Lee hears voices behind him, and before he knew it, he was under arrest, along with Homicide.
= = =
The two are now sitting next to each other, waiting to see what is to happen to them in the police station. Lee and Homicide are both much calmer now, as they have been sitting there for a while now. The cops said this is for them to "think rationally," and surprisingly, they did, as Lee slowly breaks the silence.
Lee: Ay, listen, man. I'm sorry. Was havin' a bad day, you know. My bad, dawg.
Homicide looks at Lee for a second, before nodding.
Homicide: Yeah, it's cool. Gotta admit, though, you one tough cat, never got kicked so hard before, and I've been kicked quite alotta times.
Lee: You always get into brawls in the streets?
Homicide: Nah, I do my business in a ring. I’m a wrestler, you know.
Lee: A wrestler? No shit.
Homicide: Yup. I work for Ring of Honor. I’m better known as Notorious 187, Homicide.
Lee: That’s dope, bro.
Homicide: So what got you trippin' anyhow?
Lee: Oh, some punk lied to me about me bein' able to get signed ova here. I rap, you see, but yeah, it was all bullshit. Pissed me off.
Homicide: Know how you feel, man. Yo, listen, this might sound kinda forward, but you be interested joinin' my trainin' school? You got potential, man. Why don't you try out the wrestling shit a lil' bit? You’re in New York anyway.
And what do you know? Lee said he'd try it out, and within a year graduated as the best newcomer in the history of the Doghouse training school. He started as Homicide’s pupil but soon grew to be a respected peer, and not to mention a friend. Lee even took on Erazo’s moniker as part of his own stage name as a tribute. Soon, he would be main eventing independent promotions, and before you know it...he got the call from ACW.
And the rest is history.
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 17:01:56 GMT -5
Segment - Side "A" Credit - Badger
Badger - Alright BRO, we're going to do this all in one take. If you have ANYTHING you want to ask, then you get it to me now...
The scene is set inside the locker room of Brent "Badger" Garland, Garland eying the oncoming interview as he curls a pair of average scale weights. The camera facing him warms up as it's manager holds it in position, shaking a bit as he regains control. A wide smirk manages to penetrate the otherwise smug look of Badger, as the camera finally readies itself, encompassing a view that displays the bandages on his arms and his neck...
[/i] Badger - You know Isaac... You are a shining star in this company! Isaac Thompson - ... Huh? ... Are... Are you... Um... Badger - Yeah, I'm being completely serious. You are a prime example of everyone in ACW... Spineless, Cowardly, Asinine... Stupid! Useless! A WASTE OF SPACE! Isaac Thompson - ... Mr. Garland... Um ~ Badger - Shut your damn mouth you little pansy!
Last week, after ACW's "Bloody Valentine," it was like everything I've been saying this last month about ACW, about how they're all afraid of me, about how they're all scumbags... The one thing that doesn't fit anymore is the status of idiocy. For when i got back to my locker room after the show, patching up my wounds and readying for the next combatant, I was attacked from behind!
Someone from ACW took it upon themselves to wrap a cord of barbed wire and beat me over and over, slashes skinning my flesh, blood pouring from my veins! The loser had me on the ground, admiring his own handiwork, thinking he's solved all of the problems in this damn place by taking down the next up and comer, the man who's from the outside looking to tackle every obstacle and prove how far above the inside he really is!
He thought he managed to take me out for good, until I started to get a second wind... Bashing the idiot in the shadows before feeling the torture device around my neck! The spines penetrating, cutting off oxygen to my brain leaving me amidst asphyxiation! They left me in their wake and thought they finished the job... Little did they know the awakening they caused inside!
You see... A...C...W!... I used to breathe on pain, on the rush of energy I would receive from a rush of blood flow, from the slices of blades on my skin... Call my A.C. Evans if you would, but don't associate me further as I claim a different breed of humanity than someone of this shit-hole!
You're looking at me questioningly I see... What the fuck do you want Isaac, speak up! Isaac nearly drops the camera before aiming it back in place, Garland slightly laughing at his mistake before shaking his head in disgust. [/i] Isaac Thompson - Is there... Anything you could... Anything you could tell us about the~the~the~ The attacker??... Badger - Does it really matter?
The man assaulted me in the name of ACW, at least, that's how I took it...
With that knowledge, the whole damn locker room might as well be against me! The one culminated the sins of them all Isaac... And why not, they all must fear me by now!
What better way to take away their fears than to send a martyr in their name?
... If the attacker's out there though... I'm not particularly looking for you... I have no care as to who you are... Just know that everyone will be accused in one way or the other as I extract my own form of revenge from the company itself!
You furthered the downfall my friend... That's right, my friend, someone I actually like, someone who has guts, someone who has balls; And I especially like you, for helping me further my cause! Garland cracks another smile, Isaac still recording as the tape frizzles away, Garland giving a questioning look as Isaac opens the side before looking at the tape and pulling it out. [/i] Badger - What the hell man, I ain't finished here?! Isaac Thompson - ... The tape is full... I had an int... An Interview with ~ Badger - I don't give a shit about anyone you've been talking to! This isn't over, and you have an obligation to hear me out to the end!
Flip the thing to side "B" and let the ranting continue! As Isaac complies, Garland finally stops lifting and drops the weights to the ground, clutching the steel badger around his neck and kissing it for luck... [/i] [/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 17:05:27 GMT -5
Segment - Side "B" Credit - Badger (Brent Garland, encryptic, BadgerLand, we're all the same person)
Isaac continues to fumble around while Garland continue to look annoyed. After a minute more than it should have been, Garland finally breaks from the silence and speaks up against what seems to be his personal cameraman.
[/i] Badger - I always wonder, you know, why do they send you and ONLY you to catch me on film!? Isaac Thompson - *clicking the camera* ~ Huh? ... What do you... Huh? Badger - ... And why do you always speak to me in sentence fragments you sum'bitch! It seems that Isaac is blankly ignoring his interviewee while fixing the camera, it finally being ready for the continuation; Brent Garland still looking on while realizing his question won't be answered. Isaac readies the camera and gives the signal for an all go, Garland placing his hands to his hips and giving off a slightly annoyed look. Badger - All go with what dammit?! You're telling me to go and yet you give me nothing to run with! Isaac Thompson - ...Huh? Badger - Dammit man!!! You're really driving me...
You know what, I don't need you to give me a topic; Roll that camera and ready your ears, because it's a freestyle of importance that's about to culminate! Isaac seems to agree with the plan as he steadies the camera more-so, Garland clearing his throat and shaking his head, his hair bouncing around freely behind, before managing the first words of his upcoming monologue. [/i] Badger - Since the issues said beforehand are out of the way, let's change the focus Isaac...
Tonight its the night I get my first REAL chance to step up and overpower, tonight's the night that ACW starts fearing my name! Garland can do nothing but smile widely as images seem to be passing through his head. He laughs a bit before regaining control and lower his smile to a heavy smirk, staring his eyes deep into the camera' lens. [/i] Badger - You see, before the aformentioned attack, I had a match at ACW's "Bloody Valentine."
If I recall correctly: Lee Homicide, Chris Phenomenal, and Brent "Badger" Garland... Triple Threat for nothing but personal pride and revenge... Revenge from me to Lee... Revenge for me from Chris... Neither of the other had a reason for being there besides myself.
I was the link that tied that match together... NO ONE would have paid for just Chris Phenomenal against Lee Homicide, no, that wouldn't have been a sell you see? It had to have something more to it... The something more being my tie in, my presence, my appearance in the warzone that was created.
You see... Without realizing it, ACW put me in a position above my opponents by placing our match on the card. ACW actually gave me a subliminal something that I will now thank and use! Isaac Thompson - So you ~ Badger - So I ~
I used it of course, and now I plan to use another little something to help me tonight, more facts from the bag of truth!
...Lee Homicide never got a clear victory over Brent "Badger" Garland... Garland nods his head before making sure the tape was still rolling, Isaac slightly nodding in return, Garland continuing to explain his statements. Badger - Our first encounter, Brain Damage - D.U.D ~ Our first encounter was a fluke! It was a display of him hitting me with a move I know to be deadly as I use it myself... He obviously idolized and mimicked, he obviously can't call that a clean cut finish! Isaac Thompson - What... What do... You mean? Badger - I don't need to explain myself to you, now listen up and quiet down! Garland takes a deep breath before continuing... [/i] Badger - Now that was match one, match two being that very same triple threat... The one where Lee Homicide put forth his best only to get knocked on his ass! You all saw it... You all know how it ended...
The winner by pin fall was a man I used to respect, but a man indeed who deserves what he's earning for himself... As long as he remembers where he comes from.
He was a man who I was glad to fall before, much better than another who's life breathes ACW even though he's just arrived! Lee Homicide was not the victor and did nothing at my expense... Therefor, we're still 0-0... Therefor, tonight when we fight to the last for a shot at the trash... I will cite these encounters in the aftermath claiming a one to nothing over the selfish little brat... It'll all be in preparation for my upcoming rise to greatness!
I will finish this fight and go on to taking out that traitor Dave Shadow... The man who won't even show his respect to the past by joining the upcoming GWF Tour (cheap plug)...
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...It seems no matter who gets to what position, they always make the mistake of leaving me out...
They All Just Pass Me By!
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... You got that? ...Right? Isaac Thompson - ... Huh? Badger - You know... Ah screw it, just get the hell out of my face you useless jack-off! Isaac Thompson - *staring blankly* ~ ... We done yet? Garland seems nothing but bewildered at the reaction he's received. He angrily glances... But for some reason manages to cool himself down and rely a response. [/i] Badger - If I didn't hate this place before... This would be my breaking point... Garland slams the door as Isaac is forced outside, the camera cutting away as the segment comes to a close. [/i] [/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 17:09:49 GMT -5
Match 4: No. 1 Contender for ET Title Lee Homicide vs. Brent Garland (Credit: Mainer)
Match will be posted upon receipt.
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