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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 17:10:10 GMT -5
Segment: I will not die (Credit: XS3)
As we casually fade into the back, the locker room that belongs to the Road Steelers remains vacant for the time being. The members are all occupied with their own personal wars and their own odds and ends that must be sorted out for them to continue forth with their careers in ACW. For now, the locker room remains empty and silent.
Except for one certain entity.
Inside a locker, one that specifically belongs to XS3, a duffel bag suddenly begins to emanate small beams of light that gradually begin to grow in size. It is in that moment that the bag rips open and flings forth an item out of the locker and onto the floor. It is the mask of Exemplar, one item that has possibly been neglected by XS3 as of lately. Inside its mind, the mask emits a small sigh of discontent, not being able to find a temporary host. Suddenly, it looks over at the door being slowly opened and finds someone entering the room. The person is revealed to be Maximus Dungeon, bassist for Demon Inc. Maximus casually probes around the locker room with a box of doughnuts in hand.
Maximus: Hello? Train? Jake? Matt? Lee?
Maximus shrugs and places the doughnuts down on the bench.
Maximus: Well, I guess that's what I get for trying to congratulate someone… Hey what's this?
Maximus looks down and sees the mask of Exemplar. He bends down and picks it up.
Maximus: Oh yeah, it's Matt's little Halloween friend. …wha?
Suddenly, he feels the mask call out to him from beyond. The mask needs a host to convey its thoughts and it appears Maximus must be the one.
Maximus: Okay… Fine. Just once.
Maximus quickly removes the mask he normally wears without being spotted and picks up the mask of Exemplar before placing it on his head. Maximus submits to the will of the mask and allows him to be overtaken.
Exemplar: I live… Once again.
Exemplar turns around and kicks open the door, causing many stagehands to jump back in fear. All this does is make Exemplar smirk as he continues his path down the halls. As he exits the arena, he finds the production truck and goes up to the door. Exemplar nods before pounding on the door with his fist. The head producer opens the door and gives a look that says "FGSFDS".
Exemplar: You.
Head Producer: I don't have any tapes of y--
Exemplar barges in and the production crew draws back, not wanting to go through with this again.
Exemplar: FOOL! You have made a grave mistake in turning those tapes over to that coward!
Head Producer: W-who?
Exemplar: AC EVANS!
Head Producer: Ohhh… Wait, how did you know?!
Exemplar: Because, I have sensed malice and hate from that soul ever since he came forth and demanded the evidence. What he has done is unforgivable and I vow to make sure he is not untested. And as for you, I suggest you get better judgment for a situation like this. Lives are at stake and you have the incompetence to kneel to that coward. Surely, you wish for the protection of others? Surely, you don't wish for your family to suffer the same fate as those he has slain, hmmm?
The producer drops his head down. Exemplar watches a tear fall from his face.
Head Producer: I'm… I'm sorry.
Exemplar: The lord will forgive you of your sins. But I will not forgive Mr. Evans of his. I bid you adieu and I warn you not to make the same mistake again.
Exemplar then turns and leaves, closing the door behind him. The production crew then sighs as the producer is comforted once more. As we cut back to Exemplar, he softly chuckles.
Exemplar: Oh yes, Mr. Evans. I know. I will know everything now.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 17:10:26 GMT -5
Reserved for Scott Andrews
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 17:10:47 GMT -5
"Once a Maverick, Always a Maverick" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
After a thrilling call to Marko, Rattlesnake's quest to learn of how is behind all of this continues to go unanswered.
Three more people remain. Twista, D-Structa and Maverick.
Rattlesnake decides on Maverick. The two of them have a long, historic past. When the VWF closed, the two of them were slated to face each other and Ceilican for the VWF Championship.
VWF closed before the event could take place. Rattlesnake was rumored to regain his lost championship. But now we'll never know if it was going to be true.
Rattlesnake dials Maverick's number. Even though they were once at each others throats, they are on good terms.
??: Hello?
Rattlesnake: Maverick, buddy. It's Snake.
Maverick: Great Caesar's Ghost! How in the hell are you?
Rattlesnake: Oh, not too bad. Shaken up quite a bit over the last few days, but other than that not too bad. You?
Maverick: I've been waiting for you to call. Talked to Ron. He told me about the picture.
Rattlesnake: Yeah. Marko said he had one of the ring banners and it had my name written with spray paint and crossed out. There were letters on both the picture and banner.
Maverick: That I can believe.
Rattlesnake: Oh?
Maverick: There's another one for you.
Rattlesnake: As I thought there might be.
Maverick: It's on the title belt that I have.
Rattlesnake: The foam title you and Ron fought over?
Maverick: No, the VWF Title.
Rattlesnake: You mean my championship?
Maverick: Technically it's my title. I never lost it. But there's a "T" on it. Any idea what's going on?
Rattlesnake: A green mask. That's what it's about.
Maverick: Green mask?
Rattlesnake: Yeah.
Maverick: Green mask...green mask.
Maverick goes silent for a second.
Maverick: You mean to say that you saw T-
Rattlesnake: Yeah. It's his mask. There's no denying it. It belongs to him.
Maverick: I never thought you'd see him again. What do you think he wants?
Rattlesnake: He doesn't want anything. He's dead.
Maverick: Dead? It can't be.
Rattlesnake: Oh it's true. He's dead. I know.
Maverick: So you finally killed him? I knew you were going to eventually.
Rattlesnake: Why does everyone think I killed him?
Maverick: You hated him the most. Seems like you would be involved at some point.
Rattlesnake: I didn't kill him. I'm not capable of something like that.
Maverick: Didn't you cripple your brother? Isn't he dead?
Rattlesnake: The two are unrelated. He died on the way to the hospital years after I crippled him. And even then...he's not my brother.
Maverick: He's not?
Rattlesnake: No. He's not.
Maverick: Oh...well...it still shows that you're capable of ending someone's career.
Rattlesnake: Don't start with that.
Maverick: Hey, I'm just stating facts.
Rattlesnake: Please don't go there.
Maverick: Fine.
Rattlesnake: I've got other people to call to see what's going on.
Maverick: Who all are you calling?
Rattlesnake: I've got to call D-Structa and Twista. The ones in the picture Ron has.
Maverick: About Twista...you don't know, do you?
Rattlesnake: Know what?
Maverick: He's dead.
Rattlesnake: What?!
Maverick: Yeah. I thought you knew.
Rattlesnake: When?
Maverick: Not long after VWF closed.
Rattlesnake: Damn. He had so much potential too.
Maverick: Yeah, he did. He wasn't World Champion material, but he could hang with most of the VWF roster.
Rattlesnake: For sure. Guess that means I just have D-Structa to call.
Maverick: You should do that soon.
Rattlesnake: I will.
Maverick: I'll go then. I've got things to do.
Rattlesnake: Alright.
Maverick: It was good talking to you.
Rattlesnake: Good talking to you too.
Maverick: Take it easy. Get this thing figured out soon.
Rattlesnake: Will do. Later.
Rattlesnake ends the call. More bad news and he's still not any closer to figuring this out. Maybe when he calls D-Structa, it can all be solved.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 17:12:27 GMT -5
“Senator Stimulus Package” Credit: Senator, Thunderkiss [To say we are now facing challenging times here in the United States of American would be an understatement if there ever was one. Two wars. Recession. Depression on the horizon. Broken families and values. Yes, we have problems. Lucky for us, we have dedicated people doing their best to solve them, people like Senator Steve Phillips. His heart now filled to the brim with passion to enact change that he believes will benefit the most, his career as a feared and respected competitor in the ring is temporarily on hold. While this may seem reasonable to most, not all are thrilled with this new found dedication. With the delivery of the morning mail, a concerned citizen from the past rises up to express their opinions and drop Phillips’ poll numbers by 500%.] Secretary: Your mail, Mr. Phillips. Steve Phillips: Thank you, I would surely appreciate it if you would place it upon my desk. [Though it is the least of his concerns at the moment he is tempted to give his letters a quick glance-over to ensure he doesn’t miss something of dire importance. Publisher’s Clearing House. Credit card offers. Just when he is about to admonish his staff for not sorting the junk mail out of this mornings haul, he see’s it. There it is, third letter from the back of the pile. The return address is simply two initials that he was hoping he wouldn’t see again in quite some time. “T” and “K.”] Steve Phillips: Hmph, I thought I told them to...pff, so long as it does not explode in my hands, or leak anthrax, it should provide an amusing distraction... [His fingers hesitate from opening the letter but his curiosity wins out. Slowly the paper is released from its prison and placed directly in his line of vision.] Dear Senator Steven Q. Phillips, As one of your constituents, I come to you with a complaint. You sir, have lost your balls. Not that you had any to begin with, so I should say “raisins” to make this letter as factual as possible. You used to be a man who never backed down from a challenge, a man who prided himself on knowing a gazillion wrestling holds that nobody knew how to pronounce nor cared about. Nowadays you sit behind a desk and do battle with a bunch of old, white men who’s idea of a workout consists of having sex with each other’s wives. Not that having sex with other men’s wives can’t be a workout (trust me, I know) but when you’re still clinically obese, I think that’s an indication you need to hit the gym. Because of this, your legend has become tarnished. Now you may be asking yourself, “why does he care?” Well, I will tell you, Senator.
Because you are tarnishing my legacy as well.
Every victory over you had meaning. Much meaning. Now that you have turned your back on the world you once embraced, your battles with myself are slowly becoming forgotten to the current crowd because you are slowly fading into obscurity. This cannot be allowed to happen and I will ensure that it won’t by any means possible. How do I plan to do this exactly? Well, I’m giving you an ultimatum, Senator. You either show up on Meltdown and hit something or I will come to you. Trust me, you would rather not have that, lest we remember the last time I dropped by and visited you there in D.C. The choice is yours Phillips. Choose wisely. In conclusion, I leave you with my slogan for this campaign, a slogan that will certainly bring forth the necessary change within your life.
Can we make the Senator a man, again?
Yes we can!
Sincerely yours, Aiden “Thunderkiss” Joseph Steve Phillips: “Yes we can”...if I never, ever hear or read those three words again in my life, I shall die a happier man! [He seethes. Wishing to remove the memory of this letter from his mind, he quickly crumples it up and disposes of it in a manner that would make Michael Jordan proud. Swish! Nothing but trash can.] Steve Phillips: I should have trusted my better judgement months ago! Once a cretin, always a cretin! How dare that roid-ridden slimebag demand anything from me! [The secretary opens the door again, a look of concern on her face.] Steve Phillips: My apologies, simply a case of my “other job” crossing over, due to an obnoxious correspondence. You are free to go back to whatever you were doing before I so rudely interrupted. [Back to business it is. No wrestling holds in store for Phillips, only debating. With Capitol Hill beckoning to him and looming large just outside his office window, he easily accomplishes his task of eradicating Thunderkiss, and ACW for that matter, from his thoughts. Obama. Taxation. Economy. These words now push themselves to the forefront. The competition is still as tough as ever, and as usual will be dealt with by a filibuster .... However, this one won’t leave his opponents with a concussion but rather a headache. Oh how the mighty have fallen.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 17:13:03 GMT -5
Segment: Peace Talks Credit: Dave Shadow, Jonny Spade and Jack Jefferson. As we cut backstage again, we find ourselves in one of the many dressing rooms located in the ACW arena. Jonny Spade sits at a table which has been set up in the middle of the room; he leans forward and looks pensive. A tad nervous even. He checks his watch, waiting, before leaning back and letting out a big sigh.
A knock on the door makes his head turn quickly. He stands up as the door opens; Dave Shadow comes in, peaking his head in first. He looks unsure of what to expect, but when he sees Spade, his face develops a smile. He comes fully in to the room, cheerful. Spade, on the other hand, looks very nervous. He waves Dave in...Dave: Hey Spade. You wanted to see me?Spade: Yeah man, come in. Come in.Dave shuts the door behind him, as Spade motions to him to take a seat. Dave does so, moving to the far side of the table, facing the door. He sits down and throws his feet up on the table. Dave: So whats this about?Spade: In due time you shall find out...in due timeDave’s eyebrow shoots up, as he takes his feet down again. He opens his mouth, about to quiz Spade on his last statement, but before he can, there’s another knock on the door. It opens, as Jack Jefferson walks in, cocky and arrogant, but without the Entertainment/Empire Championship. Dave jumps up and looks ready for a fight, but Spade is up as well. He gets in front of Dave, as Jack laughs.Jefferson: Oh I see what’s going on. You think you can get me all on my own for an unofficial Handicap match?! Dave: Where’s my title, you son of a ....Dave lunges, but Spade catches him.Jefferson: Yeah, hold him back Spade. Wouldn’t want to beat his arse down...again. Spade: Calm your ass down Dave. I asked him to be here.Dave looks at Jefferson, before taking a step back. Jack chuckles to himself as he takes a seat. Spade throws him a dirty look, before he too resumes his sitting position. The three men sit at the table, the tension think enough to cut with a knife. Dave and Jack look across the table from each other, neither breaking eye contact.Dave: I asked you....where’s my Entertainment Title?!Jefferson: I don’t know of any title by that name. Now, my EMPIRE Title is back in my dressing room, safe and sound with the rest of The Empire. Dave: You didn’t win that title Jack. Don’t you feel the least bit of shame about that? That you’re running round with someone else’s title and claiming you’re better than you actually are?Jefferson: Screw you Dave. Just cause you weren’t able to hold on to your title, there’s no reason to be a little bitch about it. Dave stands up and looks ready to fight. Spade jumps up again, and puts his arm out, stopping Dave and looking somewhat pissed now. Jack leans back in his seat, his smile growing wider and wider by the moment. Spade: Dave. Sit down your ass DOWN!Dave sits back down in a huff. Spade stands over them, leaning forward on the table.Spade: The reason I called you here is simple. Last Thursday on Meltdown, all three of us lost our matches. Like it or lump it, this situation has affected all three of us. We need to sort this situation out. So I though I’d call both of you here today so we could talk things out and try and come to a solution.Dave and Jack sit in the chairs, both silent. Neither ready to talk to the other.Spade: Well, this is going to be easy. Jack, let’s start with you. Don’t you think there’s a better way to take a title than to steal it and spray paint it?Jefferson: Fuck you Spade. Spade: ...... Dave: It’s a great way to earn a title, for a coward.Jefferson: You think I’m scared of you? Don’t make me laugh! Dave: If you’re not scared of me, how come you needed to jump me? In case you missed it, I beat you at Bloody Valentines.Jefferson: Wrong. You beat Spade. Spade: Watch it now...Jefferson: ...and only after I had finished him off. You stole the win from me! Dave: Bullshit! There’s a difference between stealing a win and stealing a title that’s not yours.Jack stands up and pushes the chair back.Spade: Damnit now you better sit your ass down!Jefferson: Who the fuck do you think you’re speaking to?! Nobody tells Jack Jefferson to do so how about you shut your mouth before I shut it for you? Dave jumps up as well, both him and Jack leaning over the table, their noses nearly touching. Spade too stands up and pushes his way between them, separating them again.Spade: God damn it guys! You two want to continue this bitching? Or do you guys want to sort this out? Dave: What I want is my title.Jefferson: Face facts Dave – it’s my title – and you’re not talented enough to take it off me! Jack turns and opens the door. He storms out and slams the door behind him. Dave looks at Spade and glares at him, before he too turns and walks off camera. Spade falls back in to the chair, a scowl on his face, annoyed that nothing good came from his plan.
After a few seconds, Dave walks back on camera and moves behind Spade.Dave: Bastard. That’s the only way out of here. He stole my god damn storm out as well. Dave storms past Spade and out the door, slamming it behind him as well. Spade leans back in the chair and puts his hands over his face and facepalms as we...
[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 17:16:34 GMT -5
"EYES ON THE DAMNED" By: A.C. Evans and XS3 Fade up to the scene of the door leading into the boiler room. A sign hangs on the door handle which reads "BOILER ROOM - CAUTION! - ENTER AT OWN RISK". Obviously, we're not going to adhere by some silly sign. We are taken inside where we see a sick and deranged A.C. Evans walk into the scene at the same time. He holds a burlap sack of some type in his right hand, laced with a black rope. He looks around the area, making sure no one sees him. He obviously doesn't see the camera (how convenient for ACW viewers!) and drops the sack on the ground. A.C. EVANS: Within minutes, fires will wash away my deeds..[/color] Evans grins and slowly walks towards a large metal can. He drags it over towards him and reaches into the burlap sack. He pulls out a bottle of gasoline. He sprays it in the can until it begins to sputter a bit. With a huge amount of gasoline in the can now, he reaches into his pocket and removes a book of matches. He grins and and removes the book from the paper. He turns the paper around and strikes it as all thirty some odd matches ignite at once. The light from the fire lights up and we see Evans is grinning a disgusting grin. A.C. EVANS: My fate has now changed..My destiny is in my hand..[/color] He throws the matches into the can and the trash in the can ignites into a huge burst of flames. With the flames cackling, Evans smirks and bends over for the burlap sack. Reaching into the bag, Evans removes three videotapes and holds them within his hands. Obviously, these are the footage of him murdering people. He drops the first one into the pit, allowing it to burn. A.C. EVANS: As the film is destroyed, so are the hopes of the law enforcement. [/color] He drops another tape in and it begins to crackle loudly. Sparks shoot out of the can, but they don't startle Evans. A.C. EVANS: I now control ACW. I will sacrifice myself to make sure everyone is saved..[/color] He drops the last tape into the pit. That's it..Evans got away with murder...Evans glares into the fire with a sick look on his face. He looks up as he speaks. A.C. EVANS: After all, I am your Jesus Christ..[/color] He smirks once more. A.C. EVANS: Right?[/color] Sickening. Suddenly, a fury of footsteps are heard. Evans quickly turns around as he is looking for whomever saw him destroy the evidence. SHIT! It looks as Evans wasn't alone..but who was in there? From afar, the only door to the boiler room is heard being slammed shut. Evans leaves everything there and runs towards the door, attempting to find who was watching him. The scene cuts to the outside of the door to show no one other than THE EXEMPLAR XS3[/size] catching his breath. He quickly makes himself scarce as he knows Evans is going to find who was in the boiler room. What just happened...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 17:17:06 GMT -5
Match 5: Jay Zero vs. Yuki Satoshi (Credit: Train/Post-Match: Hollywood Macho) ACW returns from a commercial break and we see Yuki Satoshi already in the ring, ready for her debut match. Gingerdude's theme suddenly plays over the P.A. System and out walks the chairman to much applause. He has a microphone in his hand and uses his other hand to motion to cut the music.Gingerdude: Ladies and Gentlemen, I have some troubling news. Despite all of my efforts, Jay Zero has ignored every single one of my requests and didn't even leave his Portland home to get on a flight here and therefore he is not at the ACW arena. The crowd is somewhat mixed. The cheers can mean they are happy he isn't here and the boos can mean they aren't happy he won't get his ass kicked. Regardless, Gingerdude isn't done yet.Gingerdude: However, I have a replacement. The man that was with Jay Zero all last month, everyone please welcome, THUNDER TRAIN! We cut backstage to see Train with his mouth open. He was eating a sub but the parts just fall out of his mouth. He gets up right away and for the first time, hasn't finished his food. Gourmet Race Metal Mix plays and out walks Thunder Train, wearing work out pants and an exclusive ACWshopzone Thunder Train T-Shirt. He has a microphone of his own. Thunder Train: Gingerdude, what the hell are you doing? I'm not fighting a little kid. That's like Michael Gardner fighting Kimbo Slice!Gingerdude: I don't care! Either you go down there and fight, or you don't get your number 1 contender's match. Train looks as if he is about to punch Gingerdude in the face but instead he just takes his shirt off and throws it at Gingerdude. He then makes his way down to the ring. He slides in then the bell rings. *Bell Rings* Right away Train does whatever he can to suppress Yuki and charges at her and big boots her. Yuki goes crashing down to the mat and the crowd OOOHs. Train isn't done though, he wants to send a message to Gingerdude and picks her up. Because of her light weight, Train is able to just throw Yuki up onto his shoulders, then slams her down. Train smirks then stands up. He goes to the opposite corner and bends down, in position for a spear. Yuki slowly gets up and Train gets ready. Yuki turns around and Train rushes into her, but Yuki jumps over Train. Train smashes the ref into a million pieces. Train grabs his head and can't believe what he has done. He turns around and Yuki kicks him in the head, with a stiff shot. Train grabs his head once more and Yuki begins to give him several body blows. Yuki is actually able to push the big man into the corner. She now charges Train, who holds out his fist and punches her. Yuki falls back, then Train lifts her up and OM NOM BOMB'S her! Yuki hits the mat hard as Train leans against the ropes. Suddenly, Train gets hit in the back with a chair! Oh my! It's HOLLYWOOD MACH! Hollywood slides into the ring and quickly after, Chris Phenomenal follows him in with a chair of his own. Train is now standing up and Chris smashes him in the back of the head with a chair, followed by Hollywood hitting his head. Train is stunned now and Chris drops his chair. Phenomenal then runs at Train and does the Superman Punch. Train flies back, but Hollywood catches him and Rock Bottom's him. Train goes crashing to the mat. Hollywood signals for Chris to go to the top rope, and so he does. Chris gets to the top when suddenly, a familiar face returns. IT'S RAWT! Edison: WHAT IN THE HELL? Rawt is back! He runs down the ramp and confronts Hollywood and Chris. He helps Thunder Train up and it looks like he is going to help Train ward these two off. However, once Train gets back to his feet, Rawt spears him down with the Rawt Shot. The crowd boos heavily as Rawt shakes the hands of Hollywood and Phenomenal. The crowd begin to throw stuff in the ring as Chris awakens the ref. They roll Thunder Train over and help Yuki hold down his massive weight. ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE! *Bell Rings* Phillip: Here is your winner, Yuki Satoshi! The crowd cheers for Yuki, but boos Hollywood, Chris and Rawt. Train lays there, knocked out and the three celebrate over the destroyed body of Train. Gingerdude appears again on the stage with a microphone.Gingerdude: Well Train, seems you did compete in the match so I will give you your number 1 contendership opportunity this Thursday...IN A STEEL CAGE MATCH! The crowd cheers and Hollywood goes outside the ring to grab a microphone.Hollywood: Ahahahaha! BRUDAH FOOLED YOU ALL AGAIN! You little squirts didn't see it comin'! I'd like to announce the newest member of my Hollywood Faction...The returning Rawt "The Crippler" Ross! Together, with ol' Wilcox in the back...we are known as the MEGA STAR ALLIANCE! AS FOR THIS CAGE MATCH, WHATCHA GONNA DO TRAIN - WHEN HOLLYWOOD RUNS WILLLLD ON YOU!? YEAAAAAH! Hollywood Mach drops the microphone onto the KO'd body of Train. The three then raise their arms up in victory as "Fury" by Muse plays while we fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 17:17:28 GMT -5
Segment: Let's Go For a Ride (Credit: Train/Steele/XS3/Hollywood Mach/Chris Phenomenal)
We open up backstage with ACW International Champ Hollywood Mach, Chris Phenomenal and RAWT walking down a hallway. They are all laughing at what they have done earlier, embarrass Thunder Train. They turn a corner and quickly stop laughing when they see the ACW Champion, Jake Steele standing before them.
Hollywood: Get a load of this jabroni guys! Get out of our way, chump-ass! I'm the ACW's International Champ!
Steele: Man, you know you done fucked up. You attacked Train back there, and it's a well known fact dat when you mess with one Road Steeler - you mess with every Road Steeler, you dig?
Chris: Man the only thing you got right with that statement is the part where you said we done fucked up. We absolutely fucked up that tub of shit, and I’m telling you bra that if you don’t step off, get the fuck out of my way, I’m going to have make what we did out there look tame. You’re just a little Brooklyn ass bitch, and back where I come from, we ride over your little pussy ass bitches, we rape your hoes and I sure as hell am not going to let you block my way. So bra back off, you don’t want to make me do this shit.
Steele: Haha... and what are you gonna do if I don't back off, Chris. Huh? You didn't have a problem runnin' yo mouth about me last week like you wanted to brawl... well I'm standin' right here. Oh. I see. When da time come to actually throw down you turn da other way. You scared to fight me like me like da man you claim to be.
Chris: Is that a challenge dawg, you seriously want to go right now, I ain't afraid to go in fact, let’s settle this like we do it back home, ya feel me?
With that Chris steps forward and flips aside his over sized jacket revealing a 9 mm tucked into his waist band, his hand shoots for it but before he can pull it out Hollywood sticks out his hand onto the shoulder of Chris Phenomenal, stopping him in his tracks. Steele doesn't look intimidated the entire time with a cocky smile forming over his face as Chris began to reach for the gun.
Hollywood: Fine, if you won't get out of the way, we will just go the other way then. A Macho Superstar like myself doesn't have time for this kinda shit..
They turn around and see that XS3 is standing there.
Rawt: Oh isn't this funny, they think they have us cornered. Listen up punk, you get out of the way, or we will force you out of the way. I call the shots, child!
XS3: Train is one of our brothers. He is a Road Steeler. And if you hurt him, you hurt us too. Now if you don't mind me asking, what exactly happened to you, Mach? You used to be a brother but now...? Now you're dead to me. Guess helping my wife give birth and warming up a crowd of angry metalheads was all a crock of shit, eh Randy? You fucking poser.
Hollywood: What I have become is far more important and prestigious than the birth of your child or some 2nd rate concert! I have become what we in the film industry call a "Mega Star"! I have mastered both Hollywood and this "sport" you call wrestling! Becoming the most prestigious champion in the business today, far surpassing your "world" champion Jake Steele and ontop of that have been classified as The Best Actor of 2008! But enough with the explanations, cause the reality is that a Mach' don't got to explain himself to a jabroni like you! If you do not step aside, I will take care of you just as I did Train earlier tonight!
Steele: NOW!
XS3 and Steele both charge down the hallway. The confused trio question what the hell is going on and before they know it, Rawt just got hit with a RIGHT IN YO' FACE, sending him down and Chris gets nailed with a Shadow Step. Steele and XS3 both continue to beat them down but Hollywood is able to escape. He runs past the two and continues to the parking lot. He finds his limo and gets inside of it.
Hollywood: Driver! Driver please get me the fuck out of here. There are crazy people chasing me and a big star like me can't handle that. Hello? Driver? MACHO IS TALKIN' TO YA---
The window slowly rolls down the driver is revealed to be Thunder Train!
Hollywood: OH SHIT!
Hollywood tries to grab the door, but it's no use, the door is locked.
Thunder Train: You son of a bitch! You think it's funny to make me look like a second class wrestler. To embarrass me in front of the world? You are in for a rude awakening Hollywood. Nobody makes the Train look like a fool and gets away with it. Do you understand me?
Hollywood: You crazy son of a bitch, let me out of this.
Thunder Train: You better hope that I can't make it to that cage match Thursday Mach. If I do, it will be just you and me inside. No way to escape, no way to run from me. You will be hurt Randy and you will be hurt bad. But tonight, I have an idea. I say we go on a little joy ride in order to make a better understanding of where I'm coming from. Maybe a trip off of ACW Island into the Atlantic Ocean. Wouldn't that be nice?
Hollywood: Listen, if you don't let me out, I promise your life will become a miserable hell. Do you understand me? The paparazzi will be all over your ass, Gingerdude will fire you and all of ACW will exile you. You are risking a lot just to keep me in here. I'm the only megastar left in this industry, tits! So before you go kidnappin' me to chaperone you on your McDonald's drive thru adventure - please consider the consequences!
Thunder Train: NO! I REFUSE TO BE MADE FUN OF! IF THIS IS THE PRICE I HAVE TO PAY, THEN SO BE IT! HOPE YOU BUCKLE UP HOLLYWOOD CAUSE THIS IS GOING TO BE A WILD RIDE!
Hollywood: Jesus Christ, Train! Just tell me where we are going!
Thunder Train: I'll tell you were you aren't going to be....safe....muahahahhahahahahahahhahaha.
The window rolls up and Hollywood Mach screams. We then cut to an outside shot of the limo that begins to spin the tires then shoots out of the ACW arena. Driving away into the distance, God knows where. The only question now is, will Hollywood Mach even be able to return to ACW after this ride?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 17:17:56 GMT -5
”Turning the Tables” Credit: Danny Mainer Bored out of his mind on his night off, Mainer is searching ACW Island’s downtown district looking for somewhere open at this time of night that’ll sell cheap drinks. Alcohol? No. Danny is searching for a drink much more fulfilling then that. He turns a corner sprinting down the road at full speed as he searches the endless labyrinth of city streets trying to find his light at the end of a tunnel, newsagents. “Booze, Mags and Fags” are what newsagents are well known for but unless there’s a new issue of Kerrang! out Mainer will be buying neither of them. Anyone would think at his speed and intensity he would be fleeing pursuit from the FBI, a terrorist organization or even the military as he barges past some dick in a business suit sending him crashing to the concrete with his briefcase sent flying into the road.Business Man: “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT YOU LITTLE FUCKMONKEY!” Mainer continues to sprint, showing no signs of fatigue as he turns another sharp corner deep into a dark alleyway where rats crawl and hobo’s reside. An electric fence resides at the far end of the corridor topped with barb-wire, a sure-fire way to make sure nobody gets in unless you’re Danny freakin’ Mainer. Danny sprints past a row of hobo’s huddling for warmth and leaps up onto a trashcan before doing a side-flip, tucking his body in as he twirls effortlessly over the fence landing with a roll on the other side as the hobo’s just gawp at him like he’s crazy. He dusts himself off and continues to run along the gravelled floors dodging the steaming grids on the floor and weaves through crates and bins.Danny Mainer: ”Where the fuck am I even going?!?!”Mainer continues to scan the alleyway until he notices the two pairs of back basement doors which is seemingly locked or abandoned. Danny pulls out a key from his pocket and jams it into the lock before climbing into this creepy little cellar ignoring the dead rats that have made themselves a graveyard at the bottom of the steps. Mainer then walks through a big bolted door at the end of the steps. Mainer barges into it and it swings open instantly. Mainer walks into the darkness of the cellar and down a long stretch of corridor where he’s greeted by a final, bolted door which he knocks in repeatedly. The door hatch slides open and an ugly man with a moustache pokes his face through the grid with a disgruntled look but upon seeing Mainer his expression instantly changes to one of mild pleausre.Shopkeeper: “WEEELCOME stranger!” The man opens the door and allows Mainer to come in, the man with the moustache has seemingly vanished and in his place is a guy dressed in black and purple robes rather similar to the merchant in Resident Evil. In fact, one would say it IS the Resi merchant but instead of going wherever the road takes him he’s taken up residence in what looks like a small, underground Wal-Mart. Brightly lit and full of freezers full of food Mainer walks in and absorbs the sight of ACW’s own black market. The room isn’t huge but there’s a fridge cooler filed to brim with assault rifles and ice.Shopkeeper: “WELCOME stranger to the black market. WHATTA’YA BUYING?!”| Danny Mainer: ”I need a copy of the newest Kerrang!, ACW magazine and a crate of Relentless.”The drink that Mainer sought was not alcohol but in fact potent, potential nuclear waste drink Relentless. A green equivalent to Red Bull basically, plus the cans are bigger.Shopkeeper: “Night off?” Danny Mainer: ”You bet.”Shopkeeper: “You get the drinks, I’ll go grab your magazines. The Relentless is next to those Arabian guys in aisle 3 looking at playboys.” The shopkeeper runs off to the back room while Mainer walks towards Aisle 3 which has tin cans and grenades along the wall as well as manuals on how to make your own lethal traps and other kinds of warfare brutality. In the centre though is a big table stacked with playboys throughout the years. As Mainer walks past to go grab his ungodly energy drink one of the Arabian business men purposely shoves into him. Danny doesn’t take kindly to this and returns with a belter of a backhand slap. The two other business men turn around ready to attack but Danny punches both of them and throws one of them to the floor with little to no effort, the third is then DDT’d into the tile floor. Danny gets up and sees the third man charging at him with a knife drawn from his blazer jacket. Mainer ducks the stab attempt and parries behind him cinching the offending business man with a devastating back Suplex putting him right through the table sending playboys flying in all directions.Danny Mainer: ”NO motherfucker shoves me! Not even my dad could shove me without getting his ass kicked from one end of Vegas to another you stupid fuck! Still Mr. Busienssman at least you’ll have a LONG, LONG, LONG ass time to ogle your playboys in a hospital ward.” Mainer gets up and sees the shopkeeper who is entirely indifferent to this situation, secretly slightly impressed with his destruction.Shopkeeper: “That’ll be 10.50 STRANGEEEEEER! Would you like anything else while you’re here?” Danny Mainer: ”What’s the going rate on flashbang and smoke grenades? I hear they’re pretty cheap these days.”Shopkeeper: “About 300 dollars for a pack of ten.” Danny Mainer: ”Sold!”And with that, Mainer draws his wallet out leaving many wondering “Why does ACW have a black market?”, “Why do they keep assault rifles in the freezer?” and “How the Hell do they get stock in if they’re underground and protected by electrical fences?” These of course are all questions which will probably be never answered but to put things in perspective, you may have noticed that Danny has used a table to annihilate an enemy twice in the last two months. That wasn’t the first one and it sure as all hell will NOT be the last.FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 17:19:04 GMT -5
Segment - Isaac and the Mysterious Visitor Credit - Badger
The camera switches backstage, Isaac Thompson being the first thing on screen as he makes his way down the hallways, camera in hand, eyes on the ground. He passes from closed door to closed door, an assortment of tapes in his hands. He shuffles from one to the next, continually keeping his eyes downwards before bumping into a shadowy figure and abruptly falling backwards in a huff, dropping all his tapes and frantically picking them up.
[/i] ? ? ? - Oh... Sorry ma friend! Ya alright? Isaac Thompson - Ye~Ye~Yeah. I'm al~l~l~l ? ? ? - WOAH FELLA! Slow down a bit and catch ya words! Isaac Thompson - I'm... So ~ Isaac manages to lift his gaze from the ground, looking to catch a look of the man who he ran into.
The figure stood up above, a dirty trench coat over his torso and a raggedy beanie placed atop his head. The man smiles a semi toothless smile as he directs his complete attention to the grounded cameraman. After a short break of silence, the smelly figure extends a hand, Isaac looking to accept but holding himself back as the stranger gives him a questioning look. [/i] ? ? ? - Ain't nothing to worry 'bout! I ain't gon' bite ya! Isaac Thompson - ... Who... Who are you?... And... Why do you... Why do you smell like cheese and... rotten meat? Isaac continues to glance as a heavy smile crosses the face of the stranger, his face almost curling into slight laughter before he collects himself and directs his attention at the question presented. [/i] ? ? ? - Maybe ya'd remember me from GWF Alumni?
Maybe ya'd seen me on dat dar PWF?
Maybe ya'd notice me from all da dumpsta hoppn' I'd been doin'??
...
Point is, I'm lookin' fer sumone... Sumone who hasn't been 'ere long but seems ta have created a bit o' problems... If ya' got any infermation er anythin'... Isaac Thompson - You mean...? ? ? ? - Mean what? Oh dat's right... Yep! Name's Bobo the Hobo! Short and easy ta rememba an eveythin'! Been dat way since I got ma job at da old GWF stadium!
... Tell ya what.
Im'a go outta' mah way an help you with this 'ere problem I helped make, ya know, tha mess an everythin'... But den' I gotta' keep on da' lookout... Isaac Thompson - Um?... Bobo the Hobo - Yep! The camera pans out, the scene left to discussion as Bobo the Hobo hunches over and assists the startled cameraman. Isaac continues to stare as Bobo continues to make his rude comments along the timeline as the scene fades away. [/i] [/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 17:19:55 GMT -5
“Single Penetration” Credit: Yoko Satoshi, Thunderkiss [This is going to be a long walk, yet it must be done. When Double Penetration obtained the ACW World Tag Team Titles back in January, they were to breath new live into the tag division. Rejuvenate it, if you will. Unfortunately, their ambitions and goals have not been met. A month long series of life altering events for both men took them off course. The second his life tasted its first bite of normalcy in a long time, Thunderkiss set forth to steer Double Penetration back to their initial target . Unfortunately, FSX has not climbed aboard for the ride. He not longer can lie, the world must be told the truth. The truth that he has absolutely no idea where FSX is and he has been left alone to fend for himself.] Thunderkiss: I stand in front of you tonight a tag team champion. One of two. I’m sure many of you are asking right now, “where’s FSX?” Unfortunately, I have absolutely no idea. You see, he has gone missing. He just picked up his stuff and left, without telling a soul where he was going or what he was doing. Needless to say, I am a bit peeved at the moment and I have every right to be. His irresponsible actions forced me to enter a handicapped match last Thursday night on Meltdown. Another trip to Midpoint hospital could have been in store for me thanks in part to his negligence. So there you have it folks, it’s obvious I am a just a little bit hot under the collar over this. While that is the reaction, I, like you, want to know the action, or rather the motivation behind it.[Thunderkiss shakes his head. He would rather not have this conversation; he would rather not share his thoughts to the world - but he must. FSX has forced him to play his hand and with great reservation, he once again lifts the microphone to his lips and lets loose with his 500% pure, unadulterated opinions on the matter at hand.] Thunderkiss: At Bloody Valentine, I looked my tag team partner square in the eye and told him to fuck off and my reasons for doing so were more than justified. Even still, I felt bad about it afterwards and wish I could have taken it back. Now if this is the reason for my partner’s vanishing act, I hope a simple apology will mend the wounds, but I must say, FSX, I thought you had thicker skin than this. Let’s examine this situation, shall we? Your weak mind allowed you to become hooked upon substances. This, in turn, leads to the death of MY girlfriend, who I loved very, very much. Who has the right to be mad, X? In the court of public opinion, you have not a leg to stand on. IT SHOULD BE YOU. IT SHOULD BE YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH ON HIS KNEES RIGHT NOW APOLOGIZING, NOT ME! [He hopes his words do not come back to haunt him but it had to be done. Exhausted and frustrated, he perches his forearms onto the top rope to take some of the strain away from his body. In his rant he almost expelled every ounce of resentment in his body, but a small fraction remains. With a whisper he expels it.] Thunderkiss: I’ve got nothing else to say. In the meantime, I guess I am the tag team champions. Both of them. I gotta do this alone. Why am I not surprised.][The Kiss Army stands up and applauds their hero as he drops to the canvas and rolls out of the ring onto his feet. Not a normally a man to care about public opinion, Thunderkiss stops and slaps a few high fives to let the fans know that their cheers are really lifting his otherwise dismal spirits. Speaking of lifting things ... ] Yuki Satoshi: Thunderkiss. [The second he steps through the curtain he comes face to face with the apple in the Garden of Eden, Yuki Satoshi. Like the serpent she temps him with her one of a kind womanly features. Her perky breasts, luscious lips and yearning hips. She’s got what he wants, if only she wasn’t 16. He tries not to stare but he, like the Mona Lisa, cannot help himself. It takes every ounce of resolve in his body to force his eyes to meet hers and respond with something other than “I want to have sex with you.”] Thunderkiss: Yuki! Hello!Yuki Satoshi: How are you doing? Better, I hope? Thunderkiss: Yeah, I’m hanging in there.Yuki Satoshi: Look, if there is anything I can do for you, anything at all ... [The tone in her voice drops to a level that makes him feel even more uncomfortable that he already is. If that is even possible at this point.] Thunderkiss: You want to be my tag partner?Yuki Satoshi: *giggles* [That laugh. Oh that sexy, little laugh. It does things for him. Good things. Things that wouldn’t be so good out in the open for everyone to see. He has to get away; he has to get out of here before he does something he may regret, or rather pay for, later.] Thunderkiss: Hey, don’t sell yourself short! I saw what you did to McTrain out there. It’s going to be another week before he can open his mouth again and trust me Yuki, that’s a feat in itself. Now please don’t think of me as rude, but I just need to get back to my locker room and kick my feet up. It’s been a long, long day and the quicker I get away from it, the better. Take care, Yuki.Yuki Satoshi *smiling*: Bye. [Far enough to avoid temptation but close enough for her ear to receive him, Thunderkiss pivots on a foot and yells forth - ] Thunderkiss: Oh, and Yuki? Your offer? Right back at ya. If you ever need me, just give me a holler. Yuki Satoshi: Oh, I will. You don’t worry about that. [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 17:23:03 GMT -5
Segment: Run...RUN NOW! (Credit: FSX)
Watching a scene that is faster then the eye can truly follow, there is a camera scrambling. No introduction is necessary, Danger is afoot....as a single glance of a running Fallen Souls is seen, it's clear that someone has made a serious mistake.
FSX: ...They can't make me stay. They won't want me to stay. They'll want me to go..far...far away.
Giving a stifled laugh, Fallen continues to rush through the arena at a heightened pace, his direction unknown, though his path incredibly consistent. He knew exactly where he was headed...whoever was there would be in trouble.
FSX: I'll leave...no matter what it takes.
Grinning a moment as he takes a sharp turn, the camera would follow sluggishly behind. However, the moment that it moved to take the turn itself it was met with a single kick. Stumbling and collapsing from the force of the boot, the cameraman himself didn't appear to be the target. A smirk on his face as the scene immediately fades to black, a few words could still be heard for the briefest moment before it cuts.
FSX: I'm sorry. I actually am...but there can be no witnesses...
ACW has made a grave mistake...Someone is going to pay.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 17:23:26 GMT -5
Reserved for Scott Andrews
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 17:26:53 GMT -5
Meet the Faithers Credit: A.C Evans, Danny Mainer & Wayde Russeller Walking into The Faith’s known sanctuary of the cellar, Danny Mainer prepares for his initiation by meeting the rest of the group. It is interesting to note that Mainer is one of the few who haven’t actually been brain-washed and is there to be part of a cohesive unit. Mainer is at times a team-player and he missed the days of Entourage which prompted his arrival. Mainer walks through the door and is greeted into the dirty, dank cellar with a spine-chilling breeze that rushes up his cargo legs and blusters his hair a little. He takes a slow walk down a long set of steps and is greeted by the dimly lit home of The Faith. Sat there is A.C. Evans and Wayde Russeller who are deep in conversation until Mainer makes his arrival. A.C. shoots him a look and a light-hearted but dark smile welcoming him into the chamber but Wayde is not happy and is on the offence instantly.[/I] Wayde Russeller: “What in the Hell is he doing here?” Wayde turns and shoots Evans a dark look questioning The Faith and it’s leadership abilities for a fraction of a second. Wayde looks ready to kill.Wayde: “Do you have no idea of our history?” A.C. EVANS: “I know all about you two and the bloody battle you both endured, it was the hallmarks of that contest which proved you to be a worthy defender of The Faith.”Danny Mainer: ”Do I need a crowbar to unwedge your panties or are you going to get that cousin of yours to use her teeth to do it?”Wayde steps forward ready to smash Mainer’s teeth in but Evans steps in front of this rhino ready to charge.A.C. EVANS: “Any issues that you two may have with each other can be resolved AFTER our mission is completed. For now though Wayde, Dan, I would ask that you both try to take that pent-up rage for each other and use it to annihilate the non-believers. Am I clear on that?”[/i] Wayde Russeller: “Yes sir.” Danny Mainer: ”Why not? I don’t mind, besides I can work with this puke for the time being. He’ll probably just quit again soon anyways. On that note, what happened to your court case with Mr. Red? I wasn’t really paying attention to the little leagues of ACW when that all panned out, I was too busy making a name for myself against CREDIBLE superstars, defending my international championship every night. I tried to congratulate you on the phone for that effort but you were going sick at that poor innocent “woman” talking to you. It’s amazing how realistic those voice-scramblers are actually. Then again, you are a complete sap! I could say I was Bill Gates and you’d start kissing my feet for a brand new combine harvester.”Wayde reaches to a nearby crate grabbing a wine bottle and smashing it on the corner of the grate spilling the red liquid all over the floor giving Wayde a glistening, blood-coloured weapon made of glass to which he will no doubt brutalize Mainer with.Wayde Russeller: “You’re a dead man! I’m gonna’ shank that smirk right off your face!” Wayde advances towards Mainer who in return laughs at his face. Mainer walks backwards trying to mock fear of The Cowboy from Hell as A.C. Evans and Jeremiah Lynch jump to the rescue to step between the two.A.C. EVANS: “ENOUGH! You two will work together or there will be dire consequences for one or both of you! Dan, refrain from provoking Wayde as he is essential to our plans and Wayde ignore his jibes because whether you like it or not The Faith is a cohesive, well-oiled unit and I’m not letting you two break apart everything I’ve SLAVED over for the past few months. Suit up or ship out, if I hear of either of you so much as even looking at each other funny I will bring the hammer down and apply severe sanctions for the both of you! Now, get out of my sight! I need to focus and plan our next move!”[/i] With that, Mainer, Lynch and Russeller both head off towards the cellar stairs with Wayde grumbling underneath his breath while Mainer tries to contain his amusement. Wayde drops the broken glass in a bin on the way out as the tension is thick enough to cut. With the threat of punishment if these two fail to work together, will Danny and Wayde be able to get along and keep The Faith in working order or will it collapse like The Roman Empire? Only time will tell.FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2009 17:27:12 GMT -5
Segment: Mission Not Accomplished; Revenge Still On My Mind Credit: Jake Steele Moments before his match with Scott Andrews, Jake Steele is seen standing before a semi-big wall with the ACW logo behind it. Without question he has the ACW World Champion over his shoulder, and somewhat of a smile on his face from everything he's seemed to accomplish tonight. Still, he knows that EVERYTHING wasn't done as he wanted, so now he decides to speak on it all. Steele: So here we are, and still I ain’t got no idea who attacked me. Dat means we gon’ be at dis shit for another few days. Aight, I can dig dat. What I can’t dig though is why whoever attacked me can’t be a man and reveal themselves. What you afraid of? You scared dat when I see you I’mma break yo neck in half - then I’mma break yo jaw? Or maybe you scared dat when people see who you are dat it won’t nearly live up to it’s hype. I bet you some bitch nigga, like Chris Phenomenal, who runs his mouth too much and thinks he can really fuck with da best ACW has to offer. Dat’s you, right? I know it is, which is why you still in hidin’. It’s easy to see dat you are runnin’ from the spotlight, so you stick to da shadows. You keep a weapon in your hand and you hide out until the time is right… then…
BAM!Steele makes a loud clapping noise with his hands as surely a few people jump back from it.Steele: He’s down for the count. Blood is leakin’ from his cranium! He’s losin’ consciousness! Someone call da EMT’s! …Yeah. I understand just how you work, and when I find you - well, let's leave you to wonder on dat one.
Movin' on from dat, we got bigger things poppin' off tonight. See, tonight has been a very "vengeful" night for me, and I'm not even usually dat much of a vengeful dude. Haha. First, I had a little run in with Thunderkiss. Caught him while he was takin' a shit, smashed his bathroom up and left him with his thumb in his ass... literally.
Then some new kid named Brent Garland popped up backstage and had da nerve. He had da balls to accuse me of attacking him. ME. Kid was just delusional, screamin' about how everyone in ACW is out to get him. Hell he was blamin' anybody who looked at him wrong, even Dave Shadow. Speakin' of Dave, he decided to play "big daddy entertainment" and step up to da plate! He tried to set me and Garland straight, sayin' we had bigger things to worry about, like for example, my match with Scott Andrews. He had a point, but I wasn't really listenin', and neither was Garland. So we both left him to cry about his British Title or some shit like dat.
After dat, me and X got word of Thunder Train getting ambushed and cheated out of his match with Yuki Satoshi. They made him lose to a chick who probably JUST got off her period. Do you know how dat made us feel? It made us feel like... like... like we had to get some more revenge tonight! So we did. We walked right up to Macho, Chris, and Rawt and we laid dem niggas out! All except Macho. See, Macho ALMOST got away. He thought he was goin' to hop into his limo and speed off, but low and behold dat just didn't happen. Have fun on yo ride Mach, it's gon' be a bumpy one.
Now, back to da man I'm gon' be fightin' in just a few minutes. Scott! I know you hear me boy. First off, I just wanna say sorry for what happened wit' ya pops, for real dat shit is sad either way. But, don't think for one second dat I'm layin' down for you just because you got hate in your heart and tears in your eyes. See, Scott, I want you out there one hundred percent. I know I'm a bit roughed up, I'm a bit bruised but dat don't mean shit. If you don't expect me to give you every last breath dat I got, and every last bead of sweat drippin' from my forehead, then you are DEAD. WRONG. Not only will I show you why dey call me da truth, but I will also show you exactly why I hold dis right here.Steele slaps his title and continues on.Steele: I'm champ for a reason. I'll bleed. I'll sweat. I'll go out there every night, despite my condition and throw everything on da line. I'll even put my own body through all da weaponry you could find under dat ring! And you wanna know why I do dat, Scott? Because...
I JUST DON'T GIVE A FUCK! Steele steps up to the camera and smacks it and the cameraman down as everything cuts to static as we...
Fade.
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