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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 12, 2009 13:05:23 GMT -5
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Match 1: Jonny Hughes vs. Mr. Red --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Match 2: Dave Shadow vs. Jack Jefferson vs. Jonny Spade vs. Lee Homicide - Entertainment Championship --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Match 3: AC Evans and Wayde Russeller vs. Double Penetration - ACW Tag Team Championships --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Match 4: Hollywood Mach vs. Thunder Train - Cage Match --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Note: With North America dealing with Day Light Savings Time here the show is going to still be posted for 4:30pm EST. So for those across the pond, be sure to take note of the show starting an hour earlier that your used to having it start. This is why I am posting this now, so dont say I didnt warn you.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 12, 2009 15:37:56 GMT -5
Opening Segment: "It Returns" (Credit: Rattlesnake/??) Meltdown opens to a familiar sight in the ring. Rattlesnake stands next to a few chairs and his patented "Snake-o-vision" monitor.
He looks around at all of the fans and grins. Almost immediately a "Rat-tle-snake! Rat-tle-snake!" chant begins.
The camera switches to several fans wearing Rattlesnake's "Claim to Fame" t-shirt. It then switches back to Rattlesnake who holds his hand up to try and quiet the crowd.Rattlesnake: I haven't had a reception like that in a long time. Damn it feels good to hear that.The fans cheer as Rattlesnake continues to grin.Rattlesnake: Tonight marks a new page in my illustrious career. No, I don't have a match nor a title around my waist. I managed to find the biggest guest I could find for the triumphant return of "Snake's Impact." But before I bring out my special guest, I want to make it clear to whoever is behind all the antics over the past week...stop now. He's dead and you are opening up a chapter in my life that doesn't need to be opened. I don't find it the least bit funny and you won't either when I get my hands on you. My advice is to quit while you're ahead because if you continue, you're going to make this even harder on yourself.Rattlesnake takes a deep breath.Rattlesnake: And now, without further ado, allow me to introduce my special guest for tonight. He is the current ACW Champion...Jake Steele!ALLOW ME TO REINTRODUCE MYSELF!
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I'M A HUSTLERS HUSTLER A GANGSTERS GANGSTER I'M A RAPPERS RAPPER YOUR FAVORITE, AIN'T I[/center] "Ain't I" by Jay-Z begins pumping through the sound system as an array of cheers can be heard for Jake Steele. On the left side of the entrance stage, smoke begins to billow out and within a few moments, Jake Steele rises up through it all with that cocky smile on his face and the ACW Championship belt draped on his shoulder. He moves away from the stage and struts down the ramp and into the ring, posing for his people. He turns and looks at Rattlesnake. Rattlesnake offers one of the chairs where a mic is placed, waiting to be used. Jake walks over and picks it up and sits down. Rattlesnake sits in the other chair.[/i] Rattlesnake: Welcome champ. It's good to have you here and I'm glad you agreed to this.Steele: Pleasure to be here... Snake.Rattlesnake: I know people have asked you this already, but how does it feel to be the ACW Champion? How does it feel to be at the top?Steele: It feels like I should have been here since day one. Dis is da spot I was supposed to be at ever since I signed my contract to ACW. Which is what I've been sayin' since day one. It is my right to be on top. It is what I deserve. Da entire weight of ACW is on my shoulders... and I feel like I'm da only man who is capable of holding dat weight.Rattlesnake: As I thought. Unfortunately I didn't bring you out here for mere accolades. I brought you out here to talk about what happened last week. You were set to have your big "Jake Steele Appreciation Night" and someone thought it best to leave you in a pool of your own blood. They thought that was the proper way to appreciate you Jake.Rattlesnake can see that the thought of it all angers Jake...it shows in his face.Rattlesnake: Now if you're going to go off on some tangent as to why it happened, I would suggest you find out who. Now I'll go ahead and tell you that I had nothing to do with it. I congratulated you like a true ACW wrestler. I admit I was spiteful that you got that title before me, but you did what I couldn't do. You beat the ACW Champion for that title and for that Jake, you do have my respect.Steele: Honestly Snake, I appreciate dat. And as for who was foolish enough to attack me on da biggest night of my career... I had a few people in my line up but honestly right now, I feel as if anybody could have done it. Shit, it could have been my own flesh and blood, you never know these days man.Rattlesnake: I see. It would make sense. After all, there's been a series of fuck ups there. Believe me, I know all too well. I'd say he's the one who kicked your ass and left you weeping...I mean lying in a pool of blood. I bet that didn't feel too good. Hell, I bet somewhere in that pool of blood was your dignity and manhood.Rattlesnake's snarky comment which seems to be also accusing Dan White of being the attacker gets to Jake. The respect was still there...Rattlesnake just couldn't resist the opportunity to twist things up in Steele's mind even more.Steele: My "pride"... and my "manhood"... is still fully intact. Matter face dawg, how 'bout I show how much of it I still got...Rattlesnake: Now now, I was only joking. You have to admit, as much as the situation sucks, if you can't laugh about it, you can't deal with it.Steele: You right. I mean, if you can't laugh at ya own situation, what can you laugh at, right? Oh... I almost forgot.Rattlesnake: Yes?Steele: I found somethin'. Haha. You gon' dig dis man, just watch.Rattlesnake: What's that?Jake tosses a bag to Rattlesnake. He opens it and pulls out a green mask. He instantly drops it with a look of fear in his eyes.Rattlesnake: Where the hell did you find this? He's supposed to be dead.Steele: It was in da back, it had yo name on it. Who dead?Rattlesnake: No. It can't be him. It just can't be.Steele: You act like you just seen a ghost nigga. A big ass ghost, haha.Rattlesnake: Hey, that's not funny. This is serious. A ghost is rising from the dead here.Rattlesnake starts to tremble. He so visibly scared, that he actually pisses in his pants.Rattlesnake: Oh god.Steele: AHAHAHAHA! NIGGA YOU LIKE THIRTY SOMETHIN' AND STILL WET YASELF!Rattlesnake: It's not funny! Jake, you keep this up and I'm going to-Steele: What you gon' do!? Pee on me? AHAHAHAHA!Rattlesnake: I'm going to...Rattlesnake leaves the ring and runs frantically all the way up the ramp and leaves through the back leaving Jake to look at the puddle of piss on the canvas.Steele: Nasty muthafucka. He almost fucked my new Air Forces up too!Most of the crowd laughs as Steele moves away from the giant puddle and to the other side of the ring. He shakes his head before he turns to the main camera and sends a quick message to the same man Snake accused earlier... Dan White.Steele: Dan! Whether you like it or not, we gon' talk. Brother to Brother. Man to Man. And it's gonna happen real soon... you dig?With that, Steele drops the mic and raises his ACW Heavyweight Championship into the air, before he leaves the ring and heads up the ramp, with goal in mind; the truth.OOC - Credit goes to Jake Steele as well.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 12, 2009 15:38:49 GMT -5
Segment: Talkin’ ‘Bout An Expose Theater Part I (Credit: Lee, Train, XS3, Steele) Ya hurd dat, TK?-::-More Than Blue Studios & A Cheap Sony Camera Presents...-::- THA.WEE.LEE.SHOW [/size][/font] [/center] Is that a BIRD? Nope! Is that a PLANE? Nope! It’s LEE, and you betta remember the name, Or you’ll find out why you’s a lame Cuz Lee Homicide’s gonna put Thunderkiss to shame!
Is that a CAT? Nope! Is that a DOG? Nope! It’s LEE puttin’ you in a daze like the afternoon fog! Cuz Lee’s a horny teenage boy, and you’s just a sock, So we can get away with saying Thunderkiss don’t have a cock! [/size][/font][/center] In Case You Forgot: “The Wee Lee Show” was first created by Lee Homicide and fellow Fuck Yo Life Association members as a parody to Alex Shelley’s Paparazzi Productions. “The Wee Lee Show” is so good it pretty much owns Paparazzi Productions. The Wee Lee Show is awesome. Thank you.= = = The scene now opens through the lens of the now infamous cheap Sony video camera that Lee uses to film his show. The setting is rather dark as the camera pans slowly and very unprofessionally along the scene lines until it fixes upon the round table placed in the middle of the room. The roundtable looks to be all ancient and stuff, and it would remind you of the same table King Arthur and his knights would sit around. The camera slowly zooms in, and in, and in as suspenseful, spine-tingling music begins to play. The silhouettes sitting around the table are soon going to be visible...itzLEEyuhBITCH! [/size][/center] Lee’s voice suddenly blasts through the audience members’ ears. When his image finally becomes clear, Lee is smiling as he’s seated in the center of the table, looking all smug and childish. He is wearing a dark blue fitted cap, a dark blue Ecko shirt, and you can’t see what pants or shoe his wearing since he isn’t standing.Lee: Ay, what’s good, party people? It’s ya boy, Lee, once again bringin’ it to ya, the best damn show you can watch, the muthafuckin’ “Wee Lee Show”! We got a couple of F.Y.L members here, and a special guest, so give ‘em a welcome, will ya? The camera takes the attention away from Lee and onto the others sitting around the table. There are a few familiar faces, with fellow F.Y.L members Jake Steele, XS3 and Thunder Train being present. To Lee’s right, though, is none other than wrestling legend and current TNA superstar, Homicide.Lee: Yeah, my homeboi, Homicide here decided to join in today. What’s good, ‘Cide? Homicide: Nothing much, really. Just wanted to join in the fun, ya know? Lee: Word. Now y’all must be wonderin’ what’s goin’ down tonight. Lemme tell you what: you all know ya boi is the best and shit. Howevah, last week on Monday Night Meltdown, some punk ass blondie named Lightningsmooch or some shit like that appeared not to have gotten that message. That bastard took the dildo outta his mouth long enough to drag his greased-up behind to the ring, and he had the nerve to badmouth mah hometown of New Yawk. WHO DA FUCK IZ HE?! Today’s show will be dedicated specifically to puttin’ dat fucka in his place. Now, before I go on, let’s have you guys’ opinion on the foo’. Homicide: Never liked that punk. Talks too much, smells like shit too. Steele: Thunderkiss is, and forever will be... a bitch nigga. In every sense of da word. Out of everybody I done fought befo', Kiss is up da top. Not in skill, nah fuck dat. He up there cause he da nigga who's mouth I wanna crack open da most. Kiss can gobble a dick - WHOLE. And I hope he had fun cleanin' shit out his ass wit' his thumb last week. Haha...yeah.XS3: If you've watched ACW before, you'll know of our past. Train: THA TRAIN IZ ALWAYZ HUNGRAH! Wait...who? It’s obvious that the people sitting around the table all have a common dislike for Thunderkiss. And apparently, none of them really care about being so obvious.Lee: Now, as much as I hate that mofos guts, like all of you people watchin’ now, let’s say I give props where props is due. Let’s face it, TK’s gotten over pretty well for himself. He’s no Lee Homicide, but he did quite well on his own, ya know? So y’all can imagine how my face looked like when I found out, heh, well, he’s a fake. Even Homicide seems to be startled by what Lee said.Homicide: What do you mean he is a fake? Lee: I mean, lil’ ol’ Teeks isn’t who he claims to be. I mean “The Ultimate Male” isn’t as tough and aggressive as he makes himself out to be. Come along, let’s go search into the life of one, Thunderkiss. Lee stands up, as well as the other five, as they all proceed to leave the room with the round table. The scene fades off for a moment, leaving you with a black screen and an annoying buzzing sound ringing in your ears.
To be continued.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 12, 2009 15:39:03 GMT -5
One Tasty Burrito Dan White Hotting up the Main Event scene, Dan White has been on a pretty awesome run of late. He's defeated the likes of Danny Mainer and Fallen Souls, two opponents, the latter of which it's taken a grueling 4 and a half years for him to get a win over. But it's finally happened now, and mix that with the defeat of another formidable opponent in XS3. Match this up with the breaking of Josh Robertson's arm in three different places and you have the making of a very dangerous man.
The camera fades in to Chairman Gingerdude's office, still painted in the Welsh colours of which Dan exposed it to. He's signing a couple of pieces of paper, when there's a knock on the door. Gingerdude sighs, reluctantly allowing the person in.Gingerdude: All right, come in. The door swings open, and Gingerdude looks up for a quick glance, before looking back down at his documents. He then quickly gets up to his feet, realising who the person is.Gingerdude: Oh, and what do you want? The camera pans over to the other person, and a massive pop goes up as it's Dan White. He's got a bit of a smirk on his face, holding a documentary. Gingerdude is less than pleased to see the Welsh Dragon, however.Gingerdude: And what do you want, then? Dan: Well, I know I'm not even supposed to be here tonight, since you kindly decided not to book me in a match. I guess that's sort of some kind of protection scheme, right? You're scared that I'm going to steamroll through the whole roster, breaking arms and shattering kneecaps, until there's nobody left but me? Gingerdude isn't impressed, only wanting Dan to get to the point.Gingerdude: Listen Dan, don't be messing about. It's a busy show tonight, and I really cannot afford to waste any time. Dan shakes his head, with a smirk, brandishing the document he's holding onto Chairman Gingerdude's desk.Gingerdude: ...What's this then? Dan: It's a contract that I signed, entitling myself to a World Title shot whenever I want. Gingerdude laughs, raising his eyebrows.Gingerdude: Heh...you don't actually think that that's a legal binding contract, do you? All you did is find a signature stamp of mine and stamp it! Dan: Yeah well! I thought about that yeah, and I found out that it doesn't matter! I still get the World Title shot! Small pop from the crowd, as Chairman Gingerdude begins to look a little cautious. He never actually invisioned Dan White getting a World Title shot.
Dan: And if you don't give me this title shot, then your contract is a sham, and I'll have to blow up the arena or something like that.
Oooh. Tasteless, considering the IRA are back in full swing in Ireland.
Gingerdude: ...So when do you want this title shot? Genocide?
There's another smile on Dan's face, which shows that he disagrees with the Chairman.
Dan: No. You know, in the illustrious history of ACW, we've had 24 different title reigns in 4 and a half years. In that time, we've had like only three times when the World Title has changed on free TV. Free to the masses. Free to the fans. They deserve that.
Cheap pop.
Dan: So, next Monday night, you are going to see the champion defend his belt against me. One on one.
There's a massive pop, as Gingerdude's grip on the contract intensifies. As much as he would love to rip the contract up in one, he knows that for once, Dan White's got everything on him. The only thing he can wish for now is that Dan fails to take advantage of the situation.
Gingerdude: All right, you got your match.
Another loud pop from the crowd, and there's a big grin on Dan's face.
Gingerdude: But let it be the last time you ever see me granting you a World Title shot.
Dan: ...Ever?
Gingerdude: Ever.
Dan: Well, I guess I should say thanks. But then I guess I gotta also say that when I win that belt, rubbing that plate in your face is going to be the most satisfying thing since I shagged your secretary.
Gingerdude: Yeah well-wait WHAT?!
He's too late to start ranting though, as Dan White leaves the room, stitched up.
Jake Steele vs. Dan White: ACW World Heavyweight Championship.
Not a bad Main Event, huh?
Fade Out.[/quote]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 12, 2009 15:41:23 GMT -5
Segment: Hospital Visit (Credit: Rena Matheson)
Monday, March 09, 2009
Rena was nervous beyond belief while walking through the lit hospital hallways. Nurses and doctors rushed past her in a hurried walk as she cautiously walked towards the nurse’s station. She smiled brightly, asking for who she was looking for and was immediately guided towards the room. She was asked if she needed help finding it, but after a moment’s thought she decided she could find it on her own.
It was late for regular visiting hours, but since the patient had only been recently hospitalized, she was able to bypass the rules for a few minutes. She heard a voice on the intercom paging some unknown doctor to her as she reached the room she was looking for. As she opened it, she noted that it was a private room and was lightly decorated with a few get well cards. When she picked one up, she noticed it was from ACW HQ, and smiled at the generic card given to the patient.
Rena: Well, looks like you landed a nice room.
It was nice- for a hospital. Plus, he wouldn’t have to share his pain with any other whining patients in sleeping proximity. Rena was still nervous but gently placed the vase of flowers and the card onto the table where everything else was, turning around to face Alex Trixer.
Rena: I doubt you’ll be here longer than tonight. You gave me quite a scare, I was sure I had killed you.
She was speaking quietly, not trying to wake him up. She figured talking to his unconscious body was better than waking him up to have a little chat. She brushed her hand through her hair and grabbed a seat, dragging it towards the bed before sitting down it. It was upholstered in an ugly green, but somewhat comfortable otherwise.
Rena: I just wanted to say…
She considered for a moment to shake him awake to tell him, but by giving her a moment to collect her thoughts she sighed and continued.
Rena: I’m sorry about earlier tonight. Something…happened to me... I can’t really explain it- anyways; my point is I’m sorry. I never meant for someone to get hurt and I’m sorry it was you who had to endure that.
She reached out to grab his hand, but upon touching it she felt strange. She felt shocks throughout her body- like electric bolts striking right through her flesh. She pulled away from him immediately, bouncing off the chair she was in and as far back as possible.
Rena: You? No, No….it can’t be YOU!
The screaming stirred Alex in his bed, but he did not awake. Rena continued to feel the shocks coming from the little chip imbedded into her arm.
Rena: He’s sleeping. I- I could kill him right now!
Rena grabbed a thick piece of medal sticking out of a plant pot in order to hold the plant up. The plant wilted slowly as Rena held the metal pole like a dagger towards Alex. She slowly approached him, ready to do it. Her hand which was holding the metal pole was not at her waist, and she was ready.
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…: Excuse me.
Rena was about to strike, but a chubby nurse interrupted with a clearing of her throat. Rena hid the metal piece behind her back as she turned to face the nurse.
Nurse: I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave. Mr. Trixer needs his rest and it’s long past visiting hours.
Rena: Of course, I understand.
Nurse: Thank you.
The nurse silently closed the door and resumed her duties as a nurse, Rena assumed. Rena dropped the metal pole and gave Alex a saddened expression. She took a deep breath and flipped her hair back.
Rena: I’m sorry again. Looks like that fat little nurse saved you.
As she was leaving, thoughts came into her mind. Did she not get this feeling while around Ginger? Was this chip defective? It would seem the chip was submitting waves at random intervals with random people.
…but why?
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 12, 2009 15:41:54 GMT -5
Segment: A Family Reunion (Credit: Train) We open inside of Mercy Hospital in a room with two beds pushed together to make one. Then we see a bunch of large people hovered around it. In walks Thunder Train who pushes through the massive amount of people and gets next to the bed. What he says is muffled though by the people around him.Uncle Train: I think we should give her some space. Cousin Train: I wanna see her! Auntie Train: DAMMIT COUSIN TRAIN! SHUT UP! Thunder Train: Mama?Mama Train: Is that my son? Thunder Train: Yes it is Mama, how are you doing?Mama Train: I'm doing well. Thunder Train: Do you need anything?Mama Train: I need you to go find your sister. She is inside of the cafeteria. Train leaves and heads down to the cafeteria. At first he has trouble finding it but he looks for the trail of hungry bodies and food scraps. He reaches the room and notices people running away from it or at it with weapons.Man 1: MAN THE HARPOONS! Man 2: KILL IT WITH FIRE! Man 3: MY LEG! Thunder Train: That is enough! That is my sister in there.Man 1: That...THAT IS A WOMAN? Man 2: I doubt it. Must've had one of those surgeries where they chop off your dick. Thunder Train: You are idiots...Thunder Train enters the cafeteria after taking the men's weapons away. He sees his sister sitting there, eating something very slowly he approaches her from behind.Thunder Train: You know that's not the way we do things in this family.Her eyes light up.Thunder Train: What is our family motto?Thunder Thighs: Eat it fast and Don't make it last. If it gets touched by someone else break them in half and send them to HELLLLLLSSSS! She turns around and does the typical Train family greeting of hugging then taking some food from the person's back pocket. They finish what they have received then Train sits down in front of her.Thunder Thighs: When did you get here? Thunder Train: About 10 minutes ago.Thunder Thighs: I'm glad you came. It has been a while since I have last seen you. How have you been? Thunder Train: I've been good. Listen, I have something that I want to ask you.Thunder Thighs: What? Thunder Train: I want you to come to ACW with me.Thunder Thighs: What?!?! Thunder Train: Yeah. We haven't talked much lately and I think it would be a good way for us to spend time together. I already arranged it so that you can get a contract.Somewhere, Thunderkiss just got a boner.Thunder Thighs: I guess I could. But I have to take care of Mama here. Thunder Train: I understand. When Mama is better, come to ACW Island. I think you will find it to be a pleasant place...except for Thunderkiss...Thunder Thighs: Alright...I will... Thunder Train gets up and leaves the cafeteria. He left a plane ticket on the table along with other information for the Island in case she comes. Thunder Thighs grabs it and puts it in her pocket. She gets up then leaves the cafeteria to go back to the side of her mother.
Fade out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 12, 2009 15:42:14 GMT -5
”Digging Your Own Grave” Credit: Chris Phenomenal/Danny Mainer Seemingly looking for someone, Phenomenal charges through the backstage area not looking best pleased at the present. He barges his way past office workers in the building as he tries to find something sending people crashing to the floor with ease as he makes a bee-line for the mens changing rooms. Phenomenal looks around trying to find the one that says “DANNY MAINER” on it but then slaps himself in the fore-head remembering that Danny doesn’t have a locker room anymore. His new home however, fortunately enough is not too far away. Phenomenal takes a left at the end of the corridor and heads down another long tunnel. Phenomenal sees a fire-escape door and is about ready to axe-kick his way outside when from behind him a fire extinguisher explodes noisily spraying white foam everywhere all across the floor.
This strike was seemingly timed and Phenomenal turns around like a gun has been fired. He walks towards the extinguisher tentatively but it’s too far too late when he realizes it’s a trap. From behind him the sound of metal crashing on the floor is head and when Phenomenal turns again he sees that the ventilation shaft grid has just fallen. Dropping from this hole in the ceiling is of course the very man he’d like to see in the form of Danny Mainer utilizing his access to the ACW Island blueprints. Landing on one knee he does a forward roll so he’s right in the face of Phenomenal who is a little shocked yet angry at his surprise.Edison: ”Wow! How the Hell did Mainer do that?! He just appeared out of thin air dropping down from that ventilation shaft! It was like he knew Chris was going to be there and he’s been waiting all night for his arrival! It’s awe-inspiring that he’s like an emotional Harry Houdini!”McNally: ”This is a very dangerous man who knows the inside out of the arena. The ACW Island is his playground and nobody is as dangerous backstage as he is. He’ll attack you quickly and precisely and you won’t realize what’s happened until you’re KO’d. You don’t find Danny Mainer, Danny Mainer finds you.”Danny Mainer: ”To what do I owe this dubious pleasure, fuckwit?”Chris Phenomenal: ”Dubious, dubious. I don’t know what that word means but fuck you too if that’s close. As for this ceiling trick clever, but man there is no more diva’s division so step up to the plate and face me like a man. Where the fuck do you get off trying to jump me on Monday instead of fighting me fair and square, mano a mano, find out who the baddest hombre is. I know you jumping through ceilings and sneaking up to blind-side me ‘cause of what I did to your butt nuggett Lynch. I know you are a pathetic piece of shit and I proved it last week by taking two of your MASSIVE two chair shots and smirk right in your face, and in the end I tossed you all the way into the eighteenth row so you could be with all the other little fucks.”Danny Mainer: ”I’m not gonna’ lie, having a traditional fight with a man of your size is like walking into cart-wheeling through Berlin naked with a swastika tattooed on your ass. If I wanted to die, I’d have killed myself a long time ago. They don’t make cyanide like they used to Chris. It’s shit now.”Chris Phenomenal: ”I don’t give a fuck what you do with your coin, what type of dope you do or how you try to kill yourself because you‘ve finally realized you‘d do more good for this earth by not sticken around! Listen bro, what I did to Lynch and what I did to you out there last week is but a puff of the joint, and is nothing like the smoking I’ll end up delivering to your pasty white ass if you EVER step in my way again. Are we clear on that?!”Danny Mainer: ”Not really because I’ve watched back the ACW tapes from last month after what you said and if fucking up your car is all it takes to get you to go cry a fucking river then when push comes to shove and Doctor Danny administers an ass-kicking so bad that Mama Phenomenal all the way back in Alaska or Tennesee or wherever you come from doubles over and thinks her period cramps are starting up again you’ll be so badly banged up you’ll never step into another wrestling ring period. ARE WE clear on that dickhead?! OH and cyanide is a poison ya’ fuckin’ dolt!”HEY! All eyes turn to the end of the corridor from which Chris Phenomenal came from where standing with his two bodyguards is Chairman Gingerdude who isn’t looking best pleased in the slightest at having to listen to these two grown men bitch at each other.Chairman Gingerdude: “Alright you two! Dammit if I’m not sick of hearing you two bitching at each other while I’m trying to do paperwork that keeps your arses in jobs! Danny, you’re a bloody nuisance and I’m sick of EVERY problem in this company revolving around you. If it isn’t one thing, It’s the other! “Oh, Danny broke this! Danny stabbed that! Danny set fire to them!” I’m TIRED of it now. Chris, you should know BETTER then to try and provoke someone as wild and angry as Mainer. We have to take money out of OUR accounts to benefit him with a psychiatrist and you’re only stacking him with problems!”[/B] Danny Mainer: ”Hey fuck off Ginger! I’m not as crazy as you assholes make me out to be! In fact, I’m pretty fuckin’ normal compared to some of the no-mark losers that you’ve brought through these hallway! I mean, at least I didn’t rip anyone’s tongue out or fuck your daughter!”Gingerdude shoots Mainer one hell of a dirty look glaring at him viciously like he’s the son of Satan. Mainer just made it personal alright and by god he’s going to pay for it.Chairman Gingerdude: “THAT’S IT Danny! You’ve just jumped on my last nerve a time too many! Next week you’re stepping into the ring with none other then “THE ACE OF SPADES” … MISTER JONNY SPADE and by God you two find a way to settle your problems or I WILL FOR YOU! Got that? GOOD!”Gingerdude storms off leaving just Chris and Danny looking more angry at each other then anything or so you’d assume. Phenomenal turns to see that Danny has completely disappeared into thin air as if by magic leaving only him in the corridor now. The vent grid has become resealed to the shaft but the fire extinguisher is still screwed. Not wanting to annoy the Chairman further he walks off to his locker room as the screen draws to black. With Mainer in a match next week it’s only natural to assume that Phenomenal will interfere, or will he? Find out next week.FADE
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 12, 2009 15:42:29 GMT -5
Match 1: Jonny Hughes vs. Mr. Red sending from my phone
pc is messed up. gettin new 1 2day. hughes v. red isnt done.
will be done when i get new pc. getting it 2day.
srry
-A.C. Evans Senator's Note: Evans wanted me to post this here, too, for some reason:With both men in the ring, Hughes and Red lock up. Hughes gets the advantage and sends Red into the ropes. Red comes off the ropes and nails Hughes with a shoulder block. Hughes falls on his back as Red runs off of the ropes. He jumps over Hughes and bounces off the other side. Hughes quickly jumps to his feet and nails Red in the face with a nice looking dropkick. Red staggers around a bit, leaning on the ropes. Hughes throws him into the turnbuckle. He runs and smashes him with a hard clothesline in the corner. Red stumbles a bit but Hughes grabs him and looks to end it quickly. He lifts him up...but Red floats over. He grabs Hughes by the waist and delivers a devastating German Suplex! Red attempts to cover Hughes but only gets a two count. Red picks up Hughes and attempts to scoop slam him, but Hughes rakes Red's eyes! Hughes falls on his feet with Red clutching at his eyes. Red turns around and gets met with a kick to the gut. Hughes picks up Red and plants him with a nice Fisherman Suplex! He hits another Fisherman! And Another! This must be The Perfect Series! He hits another and holds the bridging pin. 1...2..The ref stops the pin! Red's arm is under the bottom rope. Now livid, Hughes argues with the referee and picks up Red. Hughes throws him into the ropes. Red flies back with a hard elbow. Both men are down now, but Red gets up a bit quicker than Hughes. Red grabs Hughes and looks to pick up the win. He goes to grab Hughes..but Hughes hits him with a low-blow! The referee didn't see it! Hughes grabs Red and hoists him up for a suplex! He drops him on his head for The Dream Shatterer Hughes hooks the leg. One! Two! Three! This one is over with Hughes standing tall.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 12, 2009 15:43:42 GMT -5
Segment: Saved for A.C. Evans
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 12, 2009 15:43:59 GMT -5
Segment: Reconciliation Credit: Dave Shadow and Dan White As we cut back to the ring, the crowd sit in their seats staring up at the ramp way, waiting to see who will be the next ACW superstar to walk out through the curtains. Much to their delight, “Into the Fire” by Disturbed hits and the arena is plunged into green, white and orange lights. Dave Shadow walks out onto the stage, in his full wrestling gear. He makes his way down the ramp, as the fans cheer him; he shakes some hands before running and jumping up onto the ring apron. He climbs in through the ropes and waves to the fans. A ringside aide hands him a microphone, as Dave signals for his music to be cut. As it fades out, the crowd continue their cheering. Dave smiles before signalling for them to quieten down as well.Dave: Ok, so I thought I’d come out here tonight before I defended my Entertainment Championship this evening and just say a few things in relation to what’s been happening in recent weeks. It seems that tonight, I will defend my championship title against not one, not two but THREE men! It would appear that the almighty powers that be have decided I shall go up against Jonny Spade….The crowd cheer for Spade.Dave: ….Lee Homicide…..The crowd give Lee a mixed reaction. Dave: And the man who currently holds a title which does not belong to him….Jack Jefferson. The crowd now boo quite loudly, exclaiming their dislike of the man who has been holding Dave’s title for ransom over the last few weeks.Dave: Now, it’s going to be interesting. Two of the guys, I’ve faced before and I’ve beaten. Lee Homicide adds an interesting wildcard into the mix, and he’s going to be a dark horse in this match. Spade is the type of guy who I respect like hell and who you’ve always got to keep an eye on, cause he can knock you out in the blink of an eye. But I’ll tell you what. The main reason I am looking forward to this match is due to the fact I finally will get to lay my hands on that son of a bitch who owns my title. I finally get to lay my hands on Jack Jefferson legitimately. No more hiding. No more games. Just the chance I’ve been looking for to get my championship belt back.The crowd cheer as Dave’s smile gets bigger and bigger. He walks to the edge of the ring and leans forward on the ring ropes, staring straight on into the camera.Dave: Jack. You’ve had that title for longer than you ever deserved to hold it, and I promise you that tonight, I will reclaim it. You think that just because you’ve put your colours on the front of it that I’m going to give up and let it go. Sorry, but that’s not how things work in the real world Jack. There may be four of us fighting in that ring tonight, but let me make this easy for you. As far as I’m concerned, Spade and Homicide are only two hurdles I have to overcome to get at you. I don’t care about Hughes. I don’t care about White. As far as I’m concerned, the fact you’re part of The Empire is not relevant to this, because quite frankly, the Empire can go stuff…..Before Dave can finish the sentence, he finds himself being interrupted by….ANARCHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There's a huge pop, as “Anarchy in the UK” by The Sex Pistols hits, and indeed, Dan White walks through the curtain and onto the stage. He pauses, allowing the crowd to take in his presence, before making his way down to the ring. The camera cuts to Dave Shadow, who looks a wee bit annoyed. But to say that he “doesn't care” about Dan White, the man who has, as we found out earlier, a title shot next Monday Night, is a little bit of a careless thing to say. Anyways, Dan White walks up the steel steps, with the crowd still quite loud for the Welshman, as he takes a microphone and allows his music to fade.Dan: Now then.... He pauses, glaring at Dave Shadow right in the eye, and lowering his microphone. Another loud pop goes up as he stares at the Entertainment Champion, as it looks like Dave's about to get smashed in the face. But instead, Dan raises the microphone again, and continues.Dan: You know Dave, I think we got off on the wrong foot. I mean sure, along with The Empire I beat you and Jonny Spade to a pulp, and we nicked your precious little title there, but that doesn't take away the fact that you've been a great champion so far. I mean hell, I remember when I held that belt back in 2004. It was a brilliant time to be a champion. You had some great people ruling the roast back then, and I always hoped that one day I'd be able to be the people that I looked up to. You know, that one day I'd be the one that the Entertainment champions were idolising. Dave Shadow shakes his head with a grimace; he knows exactly what Dan's insinuating.Dan: And you know, you and I, I can see the similarities. You've been bulldozing through every possible candidate, and if you retain your little belt tonight, then that would put you down as one of the best Entertainment champions of all time. There's a pause from the Welshman, as Dave cautiously accepts the compliment with a small nod.Dan: ...but you see, there's the problem. Are you entertaining? Eeeeeeaaah, you know, I'm not so sure. I mean you have the title, sure, and you're beating everyone and anyone that gets in your way, sure, but that doesn't mean that you're an entertaining champion. I mean, anyone can beat canon fodder. Oooh, not the nicest of things to say about the majority of the roster. And Dave Shadow isn't liking what the Welsh Dragon is saying either, and looks like he may snap at any moment.Dave: Dan, just watch it, yeah? I mean you haven't exactly been setting the Main Event alight, have you? Aren't you the person who's had the most unsuccessful World Title shots?A harsh shot there by Dave, and the crowd are loving it. They're anticipating a fully blown brawl to emit from the war of words the duo are competing in. Following that comment, Dan looks down to the ground, laughing to himself in a manner that says “tell me, you did not say that!”Dan: Okay, Shadow...like I said, I think we got off on the wrong foot here. I can't be accountable for what Jack Jefferson or what Jonny Hughes did. I just want to show you that there's no malice and there was no intention to smash your face in like I did. He extends an arm.Dan: So here, why don't we shake on it, like real men do. Understandably, there's an aura of caution about it all. Shadow looks at Dan, and then casts a glimpse towards the crowd. They begin to get louder, egging Dave on to shake the hand. He's still cautious though, prompting Dan to push him on.Dan: Come on, pal. Dave slowly edges towards Dan, and stretches his hand out. Preparing for the impending assault, he's giving himself enough space to be able to counter the attack. But as he grabs Dan's hand, he realises that Dan's intentions are good, and the duo shake hands to a pop from the crowd. Dave looks into the eyes of Dan, smiling, and Dan smiles back....and keeps smiling.....!-=-STUNT BOMB-=-! Dan crashes Shadow straight to the mat, and there's a large reaction from the crowd. There's a couple of cheers, but most people appear to be just in shock, thinking that Dan wasn't actually going to plant the move. But he did, and he climbs to his feet, smirking as he looks down on the fallen Shadow. He rubs his hands in a mocking manner, as “Anarchy in the UK” hits again, and he slips out of the ring, making his way back up the ramp.
It appears that he was with The Empire all along, but is Dave Shadow going to retaliate? We'll just have to wait and see....
Fade Out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 12, 2009 15:44:35 GMT -5
“72 Hours” Credit: The Senator, Thunderkiss [It has been almost three days to the second that Thunderkiss fired his warning shot over Steve Phillips’ office in Washington, D.C. While his initial efforts were successful, it has been two days, twenty-three hours and fifty-seven minutes since the Senator blew them off. Normally this would come as a blow to many a man, but not to Thunderkiss. The sky blue clad anti-hero that we have all come to know and love knew full well that his letter would end up buried in a Washington landfill. Out of respect he felt obliged to provide the Senator with ample seconds to prepare for the coming onslaught and now that this duration has run out, the time to make good on his promise is neigh. From outside the Senator’s office door, three weapons of mass seduction await. Send in the Trojan horse!] Secretary: Mr. Phillips, the interns are here. The Senator: Interns? Please, you know I hardly have the time to take on another...what is this? Intern 1: Aw, don’t you want to party, baby? Intern 2: I don’t think knows how, by looking at him. Intern 3: Then lets teach him. Beat it, skank! Secretary: Ooof![In a bizarre turn of events the interns shove Phillip’s secretary out of the room, lock the door and begin to take off their clothes in unison. Phillips’ eyes almost fall out of their sockets as his mind tries to make sense of this situation. What on Earth would possess five young females to act in such a shameful manner? The second this question enters his forethought the answer becomes crystal clear.] Senator: THUNDERKISS! [Phillips scrambles up from his desk to remove the women, now in their bra and panties, from the confines of his office. All of his efforts, all of his hard work would go up in smoke with a publicized scandal and he isn’t willing to take that risk. With more force than he feels comfortable with, all the ladies are sent back through the doorway they entered.] *Ring,Ring* Senator: Madame? Yes, I hired you to be a secretary to make my job easier, not more difficult! I would have been better off putting those blundering idiots Kalb and Fitsharris in charge around here, at least they'd try to take these...harlots to a bar or something! You can consider yourself reprimanded, nay, I cannot deal with incompetence in these trying times! Consider yourself fired! Really, who would be insane enough to take on more than one new intern at a time, anyway? Stripper 1: Obviously not you! *Ring,Ring* Stripper 3: *giggles* [Through all the chaos of the last few seconds the Senator’s ears finally reach through to his brain and inform him of another annoyance presiding in this room, the unanswered phone. Not wishing to “lower” himself and answer it (such as task is below him, of course) he passes the task onto his hired help. Only there is one problem - they are hired no longer.] *Ring,Ring* Senator: Would someone answer that blasted phone! Secretary: Well I would sir, but then again, you just fired me. Senator: And I would do so again, if given the chance! *Ring,Ring* [Washing his hands clean of his ex employee and “his” concubines, he has only to take care of whomever is calling to appease his sanity. In a most damaging move to both his ego and pride, he yanks it from the receiver and blows the hinges off the door of professionalism. Trust me, there will be no mug or vase of flowers for him next Secretary’s Day.] Senator: WHAT?! Thunderkiss *on phone*: Hey there, crackalacka! Enjoying tonight’s entertainment?Senator: Of course...after all, having a horde of immoral airheads showing up at the door is just what I wanted. Thunderkiss *on phone*: What? You don’t like the eye candy? Why am I not surprised. No balls equals no testosterone and no testosterone equals no sex drive. They make a pill that can help you out with that, you know! Senator: You want a bitter pill to swallow, I can a Partisan Kick upside your massive maw! Look, Mr. Joseph, you may find it amusing for some perverse reason, but interfering in my real duties is not going to help you in ACW, and if you continue with these activities, I will have no choice but to rip your trachea out from where it currently resides! Get this through your dense skull, I do not have the time for childish games, for your little games, not when the very destiny of a nation is at hand, not when said destiny is being destroyed in front of my eyes! Thunderkiss *on phone*: Yeah, that’s it, get angry. Feels good, doesn’t it?! [Actually, it does. Wishing to dish out Partisan Kicks like welfare checks, Senator realizes that in his anger he has fallen directly into TK’s ploy. While his blood pressure is pushing the elasticity of his veins to dangerous, he will not become TK’s puppet. The following my be a lie, but then again the Senator never claimed to cut down cherry trees.] Senator: Nice try, Thunderkiss. I am afraid that your efforts have been in vain. Now go find someone else to play with. *CLICK* Thunderkiss: Hello? Hello? Oh... I don’t think so. Goes to show you what a few months and miles will do to one’s memory. Get ready for round two, old man. [FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 12, 2009 15:44:48 GMT -5
Care for an Interview? Jack Jefferson
Kevin “The Internet” Anderson is wandering about backstage, undoubtedly looking for some kind of scoop. So far he hasn’t been in much luck and looks extremely bored with the situation. So much so that he looks positively overjoyed when Jack Jefferson walks into view.
Kevin: Jack, Jack! Got time for a quick interview?!
Jefferson rolls his eyes at Kevin, keeping him in suspense before he answers.
Jefferson: Sure, I don’t see why not.
Kevin: Great, great. Tonight you’re facing off against Dave Shadow, Jonny Spade and Lee Homicide in a matchup for the Entertainment Title. Do you think you have what it takes to win the title?
Jefferson: You what?!
Kevin: I said--
Jefferson: I heard what you said! You just said it wrong. Tonight I’m not competing against anyone for the Entertainment Title. No, I’m defending my Empire Title...
He pats the belt that sits on his shoulder before continuing.
Jefferson: ...against no less than three – count ‘em THREE – different opponents!
Kevin: Okay then, how do you rate your chances of er...defending your title tonight?
Jefferson: I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that sarcasm and restrain myself from knocking you on your arse you ignorant little cunt and instead I’ll get on with answering the question. Simply? I think I have a very good chance of picking up a victory tonight.
Jonny Spade. We’ve faced off a few times since my glorious return to Alpha Championship Wrestling and there’s little more to say than that I am the better wrestler. Jonny Spade’s glory days have faded into obscurity a long time ago and while he may have once been a force in ACW that is no longer true. In one on one competition it was none other than the Jack of all Trades that triumphed, pinning Spade’s shoulders to the mat for the 1...2...3. At Bloody Valentine the same was almost true again, I had Spade beaten without a hope in hell of getting up until...
In stepped Mr. Right Place, Right Time – Dave Shadow. Whether he cares to admit it or not I was the dominant force throughout that Triple Threat and him getting the pinfall was nothing but a mere fluke – he has me to thank for that one. Oh, and let’s not forget that I also hold a singles victory over him as well. Since I became the first holder of the Empire Title all the supposed Entertainment Champion has done is bitch and moan, claiming it’s his title. Well I’ve got news for you Dave – a true champion is someone who takes pride in holding onto their title, no matter what the cost is. You don’t fit the bill, it’s as simple as that. It’s been obvious from the get-go that you’re a good wrestler and a true prospect but you fail to see when you’re outmatched and tonight I will make that blatantly obvious one more time as I leave with my shiny gold belt.
Now, my third participant is a bit of a wildcard – that, I will admit. The internet is awash with buzz at the incredible impact he’s made since joining ACW but I fail to see it. So far he’s been running about beating mediocre opponents whilst yelling his highly annoying catchphrase – “itzLEEyuhBITCH” – and regaling everyone with angsty, emo stories about how he was raised by an alcoholic father and bullied at school. Sympathy vote much?! You may have tricked the, quite frankly, idiotic general public into liking you and supporting the Little Man Syndrome fuelled debacle that has been your ACW career so far but you don’t fool me. Deep down you’re a scared little boy who is trying to act tough in front of the big boys. Tonight I’ll expose you for exactly what you are and show the world that Lee Homicide is the one who, ironically, is the bitch!
During the majority of that speech Jefferson had been staring directly into the camera, an intense look on his face, as if talking directly to his opponents. Now his trademark smirk has returned and he nods at Kevin, to let him know he’s done, as he adjusts the title on his shoulder.
Jefferson: Is that all?
Kevin: Er...well...I was wondering if your friends Jonny Hughes and Dan White will be involved in your match tonight and whether you could tell us anything regarding The Empire’s supposed plan to “conquer ACW”?
Jefferson: Supposed plan? You really are as stupid as that 70’s throwback hairdo looks aren’t you Kevin?! The Empire aren’t a group that make false promises and write cheques they can’t cash – we are not the Senatorial Stable. We’ve set out to do something and you can bet your life on the fact we will get the fucking job done! As for telling you anything? I find it laughable that you’d even ask. You, and ACW for that matter, will only find out what The Empire wants you to find out and only when we want you to find out. Now, if you don’t mind – and even if you do – I’ve got a match to prepare for.
With that Jefferson stalks away, leaving Kevin to stare irritably into the camera. He runs his hand through his afro with a saddened look on his face, clearly the shot about the stupidity of his haircut have hit where they were intended to, and then looks over his shoulder at the ever-shrinking figure of Jack Jefferson. A scowl sets itself on his face as he watches Jefferson leave; he evidently isn’t pleased with the answers he got regarding The Empire either.
Fade to Black
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 12, 2009 15:45:02 GMT -5
Title: MSA 4 LYFE Credit: Chris Phenomenal, Hollywood Mach and Rawt The scene opens up backstage in the ACW arena with the Mega Star Alliance sitting in their locker room. Hollywood has a towel draped over his shoulder as his body is covered in a light layer of sweat as he has just finished his warm ups. Beside him sit’s William Charles Wilcox whispering in his ear, discussing strategy for their upcoming match. Leaning against the door is Rawt, looking like he is ready to kill someone. The final member of the Mega Star Alliance Chris Phenomenal is sitting across from Mach, his chair leaned back on it’s rear legs against the wall, his I Phone in his hand. Chris chuckles at the video he is watching and looks up at Hollywood. Chris Phenomenal: You know how we were plotting on how to make sure the rest of those fucks don’t interfere in your match tonight Mach? I got the perfect idea!Hollywood: What are you thinking about Chris!? We’ve already determined we can’t plant a gram on Jake Steele, mainly because you smoked it all last night.Chris Phenomenal: I know, I know, but…just come look at this.[/I] With that Hollywood walks over to Chris and looks at the video playing on his I Phone Hollywood: Are you fucking serious?[/I] Hollywood laughs at the video as Chris looks on with a big grin on his face. Chris Phenomenal: I know that is probably illegal but it will eliminate the problem. I guarantee it.Hollywood: The only problem with that brudah is you can’t win the title off of Jake Steele if he’s dead.Chris Phenomenal: True dat. So I take it we can’t blow them up.Rawt: What about setting one of your ex’s on them Mach. I’m sure they’ve all got something or other that could kill. Mwahaha.Hollywood: That’s low brud, even for your standards. I mean at least they weren’t some hairy beasts like those girls you were ogling earlier. *cough*GELALE*cough*Chris: Those were CHICKS?![/I] Hollywood laughs at the look on Chris' face as Rawt looks on at the two from his spot against the door, muttering under his breath. Rawt: I came back for this.[/I] Hollywood: What was that brud?Rawt: Nothing, it doesn’t matter.Hollywood: Exactly, and after tonight, nothing will matter. I’m going to walk out with the International title around my waist, and if all goes according to plan soon we will all have gold around our waist, it’s on!…Even if by some chance I lose...I will still be the CHAMP![/I] Chris Phenomenal: I’ve got it.[/I] With that Hollywood looks at Chris Phenomenal’s I-Phone once again. Hollywood: Seriously Brud, we can’t kill them. We need them alive at some point to win the title off of Jake Steele as well as keeping Thunder Train alive to make us look that much more impressive. Strategy - that's what they teach ya in showbizness!
Chris: Alright, fine no more hostilites, what if we just bought a bull whip, open their door, Stick that prod up his ass and then ran like hell. Hell Mach, it’s the Canadian way
Rawt: I like that one!
Hollywood: Where are we going to find a bull though Brud?
WCW: Gentleman, Gentleman, we can’t be focused on destroying the Road Steelers until after tonight, what we need right now is a game plan.
Hollywood: Easy there Brud, Hollywood Mach has it under control you see first…RDK grabs his championship belt from the bench. Hollywood: The Mach is gonna show all of these ungreatful low-life shitasses what it means to be a champion!The crowd boos RDK heavily for this, but The Mach keeps it goin' Hollywood: Second of all, The Mach' is gonna make sure that you brudahs are waiting in the wings incase things get hairy! That includes you too, Wilcox! The Most Declarated Superstar in the history of the A-C-W will not fall!Phenomenal and Rawt both crack some knuckles at the thought of getting to rough up Train again. Hollywood: Brudah Train may have had the upper-hand at the end of Monday's show...but I'll be DAMNED if I let that chunk trick me like that again!! History beckons The Macho Man - and when we step inside that cage tonight, there will only be one man walkin' out and that's me: "Hollywood" Mach! Randy Dallas Kanyon, the 2x ACW Champion, The 5x ACW International Champion...and so much more! Train thinks third time is a charm? Last time I checked The Mach WHUPPED your ass and retained his title in fashion....TWICE! COUNT EM', TWICE BRUDAH! So before you go gettin' ideas of grandeur and fame in your head - let it be known brudah: You can never beat Hollywood....and will certainly NEVER beat The Mach! DIG IT!RDK finishes his rant and Phenomenal, Rawt and WCW clap as his "audience" while the crowd continues to boo in the background. WCW gets a text on his cell. WCW: ...Looks like you're up, Mach. Main Event Time.Hollywood: I suppose I can't keep ol'thunda-tits waiting' now can I?!And with that, RDK slings his belt over his shoulder and leaves his locker room - heading to the ring for his 3rd confrontation with Thunder Train....will it end the same as the previous 2? Or is third time really a charm? [Fade Out]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 12, 2009 15:45:29 GMT -5
Brotherly Love...? Dan White, Jake Steele The camera opens up, and we're with Charlotte King. The Meltdown graphics are shown on the television screen behind her, and the camera pans out a little, to a big pop as we see Dan White.Charlotte: As you can see I'm here with The Welsh Dragon Dan White! Now Dan, we heard just earlier on that you're getting a title shot next Monday night. It's going to be an epic encounter indeed. Brother vs. brother- Dan butts inDan: Charlotte dear, you know fine and well that I do not consider the champion as a family member, and I would prefer it if you didn't refer to him as one. Charlotte: Oh, of course, sorry. It must have just slipped out....anyways, do you believe you have what it takes to win? Dan: Well Charlotte, no offense but that's a bit of a daft question. I mean why the hell would I make the match if I didn't think I could win the match? The champion is vulnerable, and he's made a hell of a lot of enemies lately. I think that he's not gonna be up to the standard that's required to be a World champion. He's careful not to mention Steele's name. The mere mention of it makes Dan grimace.Dan: The champion is a man who has never beaten me in singles competition. Indeed, he took my tag team titles off me last August, but I was disillusioned. And it were only three months ago when I kicked his arse in a Hell in a Cell match, taking his International title. If he thinks he can beat me, then he's got another thing coming. The only way he can beat me is by virtue of interference, but he's outnumbered. Three of his pathetic stable to four of ours? I think you can do the maths, Charlotte. Charlotte: Indeed. But will it be reduced to that? Stable warfare? Dan: Well I'd like to think it wouldn't, but I can't see the champion doing anything else than that. He knows damn well that any day of the week, I can beat him easily, and because of that, I can see the Alphabet stable getting involved. Charlotte: Alphabet stable? Dan: Yeah, you know. They're just a clusterfuck of letters and stuff. It's like they're just trying to build up the alphabet. Charlotte: And final- Charlotte is cut away, and both she and Dan suddenly pause. The camera pans over, and there's a huge pop, as the World champion Jake Steele stares straight into Dan's face, from about less than five inches away. It's the first time that these two have been in contact with each other for a long while, and it's the first time that Dan has had to come face to face with his brother like this.Steele: Dan. I said we was gonna talk, and now is da time dat we do. And all I want to know is... did you do it?Dan keeps his eyes fixed on Charlotte, completely ignoring his brother's question. And in a very nonchalant manner, Dan focuses on Charlotte.Dan: So Charlotte, what was your question? Charlotte: Um....I was just going to ask about how you feel after beating XS3 last Monday? Steele: You still ignoring me, huh?Dan's eyes don't even flicker towards Steele, rather focusing purely on Charlotte, doing his hardest not to look at the man he reluctantly calls his brother.Dan: Beating XS3 meant that I proved myself as the top contender in the fed. I don't think that anyone can stop me now, to be frank. Steele: Dan, just tell me you didn't do what everyone seems to think you did. Tell me dat you didn't attack me last week. Turn da fuck around and look at me nigga! Dan, completely ignoring Steele still, has a quick smile at Charlotte before walking off in the direction, leaving the World champion and ACW's head interviewer by themselves. Steele isn't happy at being left in such a manner.Steele: ...Aight. I was tryin' my best to just be cool and smart about dis. I really was. But now... oh now... somebody is gonna get hurt. Bad. Real[/b] bad... ahahahahahahaha...[/color] Steele didn't even seem to be trying to talk to Charlotte, as he simply looked down the hallway Dan walked down with his eyes showing that he's completely serious. He takes a deep breath to himself, before he walks off in the opposite direction.Looks like Monday night is going to be particularly interesting....
Fade Out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 12, 2009 15:46:05 GMT -5
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