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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2009 16:33:04 GMT -5
Monday Night Warfare 16th March 2009
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Brent Garland vs. Los Conquistadores
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St. Paddy's Day Bar Room Brawl Rattlesnake vs. Thunderkiss
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ACW International Title Match Hollywood Mach vs. "The Senator” Steve Phillips
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Jonny Spade vs. Danny Mainer
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Non-Title Match Jack Jefferson vs. Dave Shadow
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ACW Heavyweight Championship - Chain Match Jake Steele vs. Dan White
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2009 16:34:17 GMT -5
Retaliation? ~ Credit: Dan White, Jonny Hughes ~ www.dailymotion.com/video/x8kjr7_acw-warfare-intro (credit to Bodhi Mara for this) The Warfare pyros light off, and there's a pop as the show officially opens up. Cameras pan across the arena, showing the fans in all shapes and sizes, bearing all kinds of signs and various wrestler's merchandise. There's a stacked card for the show, as the camera then cuts to our commentators, Maxwell McNally and Eddie Edison.McNally: Big welcome Eddie Edison and to all our fans at home watching Monday Night Warfare tonight! We have a stacked card for you on this show!Edison: That's right. Max! You'll see Jonny Spade going up against Danny Mainer, Brent Garland against the Los Conquistadors, Dave Shadow against Jack Jefferson, and the first ever St Patrick's Day Bar Room Brawl, between Rattlesnake and Thunderkiss!McNally: Not only that, but we've also got an International Title defence, with Hollywood Mach putting his title on the line up against The Senator, it what is one of ACW's classic encounters.Graphics then appear on the alphatron, and there's a massive pop as we witness the figures of Dan White and the World champion Jake Steele next to each other, a chain having been edited onto both of their arms, and the words bearing “ACW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP” along the bottom.McNally: And of course, this huge main event. The two figures, arguably the two best men the federation has to offer, and not only that but two brothers, fighting for the World title.Edison: You know you never get a match like this on television. I think we might be looking at a match of the year contender already!It is indeed a massive main event, and the cameras then cut to one backstage, and there's a mixture of cheers and boos as we see The Empire. Although Dan White may be a face, he doesn't get a good reaction from the crowd, whenever he's hanging out with his stablemate Jonny Hughes, with Jack Jefferson still reeling from the injuries he suffered the other night. They're making their way to their locker room, which is larger than most people's dressing rooms. Of course, you have three guys that normally get ready in there, so you want to have extra space.
Anyways, the duo aren't particularly happy. Their stable partner was brutally assaulted by the World Champion Jake Steele following the announcement that he would defend his belt against Dan White later tonight in a Chain match. So, as they sit down, face to face with each other, they get down to business.Hughes: Right then, what do we do now? I mean we've lost a stable partner for tonight.Dan White: Aye, and to make things worse, he's meant to have a match tonight with Dave Shadow! I mean how the hell is he meant to turn up to that?! Dan shakes his head in disgust, crossing his arms.Dan White: It's bloody authority. Chairman Gingerdude screwing The Empire like he always does. If he had it his way, he'd have us shipped out so fast we wouldn't even be able to say Wolver bloody hampton! Hughes: ...what's Wolverhampton got to do with anything?Dan White: I don't know! But I'm bloody annoyed! I have a World Title match tonight and already I've been hit with all the mind games. Hughes: Hey mate, you need to relax. You know that your back is covered if any shit happens tonight. Besides, I’d like a crack at the prick myself. He threw Jack off a fucking bridge! I'm not having that.Dan looks to the floor, shaking his head in frustration.Dan White: Nah, man. I mean, if his stable decide to interfere, then by all means go for it. But this is a personal thing, yeah? And it's the best chance I've ever had to win the World Title. I gotta do this thing by myself. Hughes nods in agreement, but an idea piques into his head.Hughes: Yeah, well Jacky Boy still has a match booked, right?Dan White: ...Yeah... Hughes: Well I reckon we make sure that The Empire rule the roost, Jefferson or not.Dan begins to nod his head in approval, and a smile begins to form on his face. It's the first time he's appeared happy throughout the segment, and the camera fades as they begin to discuss.Fade
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2009 16:34:50 GMT -5
Segment - Saturday Night Fever (Credit: Hollywood Mach, Rawt and Chris Phenomenal.) There is one undeniable truth about the 1970’s, that at one point each and every person caught one of the most contagious diseases of all time. It spread further than the plague and affected millions, some people were hospitalized and even killed over this pandemic and it was known as only one thing, Disco Fever. Eventually the fever ceased to be and people realized how pitiful the music was, leading to such events as Disco Demolition Night at Comiskey Park. Yet there are still stores that specialize in this art, hoping to cash in on the slight chance it returns again. Yet to cause it to return people need to hear it and that is why, on a blustery winter afternoon, inside of Steve Taylor’s Disco, STD for short the Mega Star Allliance is sitting at a table, hundreds of prints between Hollywood and Chris while Rawt looks on silently from the door. It opens up as a wave of people come storming through the door, excited at the chance to meet their idols, who feign smiles and look “ever” so eager to meet their adoring fans. Something goes wrong however as Hollywood grabs his pen and looks up at the first dude. He is wearing a tattered blue jean vest and has a flannel bandana wrapped around his head with a peace sign on each cheek. Before Mach can sign the poster the man puts his hand on the paper and blocks it as Hollywood looks up at him. Hippy: Easy there man, I don’t need your autograph man. We’re all here to protest what you are doing man. You used to be well loved man, I mean you even supported the SPCA, it was peace and love man. Now though, you are just like those corporate schmucks man! You don’t care about the people man, you don’t care anymore man, you aren’t who you used to be man, and we don’t like that man! [/I] Hollywood looks up at the man as in the background "Boogie Man" by KC and the Sunshine Band plays. Hollywood: Well brud, I’m sorry you feel that way but times have changed. It’s not about you anymore, it’s all about the Mega Star Alliance and what we are going to do to ACW. Change is inevitable brud, maybe you should look at it as that look died out about thirty years ago. Hell I even got an idea.[/color][/I] Hollywood reaches into the pocket of his jacket and pulls out a business card before passing it off to the man. Hollywood: Just show them the card and tell them I sent you and they’ll hook you up with a brand new out fit. Then you can be just like the mach brud.[/color][/I] With that the hippy looks at the business card and rips it up and throws the pieces of paper in the face of Hollywood. Hippy: Seriously man, I don’t want any of your fancy Hollywood suits, I don’t even want to look at you anymore man, you let us all down. That’s why we are here man, to protest all these changes man.[/I] The hippy retreats back into the crowd as they have large banners with a slashed out face of Macho Man, signs reading we want the Macho Man Brudah, and even a few flaming bottles. The crowd goes louder shouting as Macho Man leans back with an amused look on his face, Steve Taylor looks on at the angry mob that is slowly destroying his store. As the crowd get’s noisier and a little more boisterous it has a serious effect on Chris Phenomenal who has finally had enough and gets to his feet. Chris Phenomenal: SHUT THE FUCK UP!!![/I][/b] Everything grows quiet for a second as everyone turns around and looks at Chris, shocked. Chris sits down and pulls out his pen figuring he has restored order. As soon as he does though, the miniature protest resumes again, even more boisterous. Chris sits for a moment looking out before finally losing it. Chris Phenomenal: ALRIGHT, THATS HOW YOU WANNA DO IT?!?![/I][/b] "I'm Your Boogie Man" [/color][/i] Grabbing his chair and flinging it into the mob before hopping the table and starts firing left and right hands at anything he can hit. He catches one hippy in the chin and floors him, and a second one meets a similar fate. Scott Taylor tries to maintain order... Scott: Please! There is no need for violence!"That's What I Am.....!" [/color][/i] This incites a mass riot as everyone turns there attention away from Hollywood and to Chris Phenomenal. One women spits on him and Chris wipes it away, flinging the wad of spit backwards and then in one motion firing the right hand forward and knocking the women out. "I'm here to do...whatever I can!" [/color][/i] Finally four or five men grab a hold of Chris and start trying to beat him. Chris fights valiantly but for every man he fights off two more jump in. "Be it early morning - late afternoon...or at MIDNIGHT: It's NEVER TOO SOON!" [/color][/i] Hollywood looks on somewhat amused as his young protégé of sorts does battle with thirty hippies and Boogie Man blaring in the background. The fight lasts for another minute before Chris starts to falter, the sheer amount of foes overwhelming him. Rawt begins to do a jig, sensing trouble for his Mega Star Alliance team mate... Rawt: "To wanna please you, to wanna please you! To wanna do it all.....all for you! I wanna be your...be your rubber ball! I wanna be the one ya love most of all -...."Hollywood: OOOOOH YEAAAH!!![/color][/I] Rawt goes for the only object that can stop this onslaught… A BAZOOKA "I'm Your Boogie Man" [/color][/i] A T-Shirt Bazooka that is, Rawt fills it up with an old Saturday Night Fever T-Shirt and fires it off into the corner, the pop stunning everyone for a moment. "I'm Your Boogie Man" [/color][/i] Five hippies charge after and begin fighting over the T-shirt as Rawt fires another. "Turn me ON!" [/color][/i] ....and another until finally Chris is able to fight off one more man looking to be in the clear, knocking his foe to the ground. RDK begins to stomp on Chris' victim... Hollywood: "I'm your Macho Man, I'm your Macho Man! I DO WHAT I WANT! YEAAAH!"[/color][/I] Chris turns around panting as WCW comes and pats him on the back. WCW: Good work kid![/I] Chris gives WCW a small grin as he looks at the store completely trashed, with a massive orgy breaking out in the middle of the floor, one lone Daisy Duke T-Shirt at the bottom of it. WCW looks down at them and then at a laughing Hollywood. WCW: Well boys, I think we are done for the night.[/I] Hollywood: "Yeah brud! Let's blow this popsicle stand, The Mach' has got an important red carpet event to attend![/color][/I] With that WCW starts to walk out of the store, Chris behind him and Rawt next. Hollywood is the last to exit as he looks at the store laughing, specifically at Steve Taylor and the look on his face as he stares at the destruction of his store, and the mess of bodys clamouring around on his floor. With no one looking as he leaves the store Hollywood shoves off a few disco moves before heading through a revolving door and hopping in the white limo waiting just outside of it. [Fade Out]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2009 16:36:41 GMT -5
Segment: Steele in Chains Credit: Jake Steele Still in the early phases of tonight’s Warfare, everybody still seems to be extremely hyped up, with the camera doing a bird’s eye view on everyone who has bought a ticket for the show. Their anticipation for one of their favorite’s to step through the curtain is something like a dream come true, as they are treated to the opening line of “PSA” by Jay-Z.ALLOW ME TO REINTRODUCE MYSELF! The song which quickly transitions into “Ain’t I” causes mostly everyone who isn’t already standing to jump to their feet as the World Heavyweight Champion, Jake Steele arrives. The smoke billowing out from the side of the entrance ramp, Steele slowly appears through the smoke, with his street clothes on which are accompanied by his Gucci Shades. His title, as always, also placed perfectly over his shoulder. The bandage he had over his head just last week has been removed and now the stitches from his brutal beat down are as visible as ever. Steele walks away from the platform and heads down the ramp, letting some of the fans tap his shoulders, as Steele high fives only a few fans back. He gets to the apron and enters the ring, signaling for a microphone as he does so. Phillip Jones hands him one as Steele walks over to a corner of the ring and climbs up to the second turnbuckle. He re-adjusts the title and looks out into the crowd, smiling as they cheer him onto speak. Which he begins to do.Steele: First off, I know a lot of you probably mad at what went down between me and Jack Jefferson last week…The fans deny these claims almost instantly with boos toward the name of one, Jack Jefferson. Steele shrugs with a look of “whatever then.”Steele: …Guess not. Dat’s good, cause now I can come out here and say what I need to say. What’s really stuck on my mind. Steele runs his palm over his mouth, licking his lips as he continues.Steele: See, you all know da story. You all are fully aware of what went down just two weeks ago. And incase you don’t know… I’ll refresh your memory. I was attacked, by a “man of da shadows”. Who just happened to have full intentions on stopping my title reign before it could even properly start. He was out for more than blood - he wanted my soul, and my drive. He wanted everything I had dat made me who I am, everything dat got me to da top, everything… dat got me dis. Da World Heavyweight Championship. He most of all wanted dat. And he wanted it all cost, even if it meant taking out his own flesh … and blood …
Dan… you’ve done a bunch of shit to me which has caused to me hate you more than you could ever imagine nigga. You’ve hit me with chairs, ladders, and Stunt Bombs. You put me through tables, you done threw me up against a Hell in a Cell before. Hell, you even took what, at one time I cherished da most, da International Title. Yet, out of all of those things… NONE OF DAT COMPARES TO WHAT YOU DID TO ME TWO WEEKS AGO!
YOU LEFT ME FOR DEAD! YOU LEFT YOUR OWN BROTHER, YOUR MOMMA’S BABY BOY WITH EIGHTEEN STITCHES TO DA HEAD! AND FOR WHAT? DA WORLD TITLE!? WELL GUESS WHAT, DAN. I’M GONNA GIVE YOU MUCH MORE THAN DA WORLD TITLE MOTHERFUCKER, I’M GONNA GIVE YOU DA WORST BEATING OF YO ENTIRE. FUCKING. LIFE! AND I’M GONNA DO IT WITH CHAINS, AND CHAIRS, AND WHATEVER DA FUCK ELSE I CAN GET MY HANDS ON! BECAUSE WHEN WE’RE TIED TOGETHER, AND YOU’RE FORCED TO LOOK AT ME IN MY EYES, YOU GONNA SEE DA BLOOD YOU SPILT AND I’M GONNA REPAY YOU BACK EVERY LAST OUNCE![/B][/COLOR] With great, great rage and intensity in his eyes, Jake Steele’s entire body begins shaking with anger. The cameraman is sure to get a close up shot of this pure emotion as Steele’s eyes show that he is pissed off to the breaking point, and judging by the crowd‘s reaction, they are fully behind him. He knows full well that he and Dan were never the best of friends, but once finding out they were family, Steele honestly thought that atleast Dan would have the respect or the dignity to face his own brother like a man and tell him what he did. But instead… all he got was no words, silence and simply being ignored. Every moment that he tries to think about it, the anger grows inside of him and the passion becomes deeper. This is seen and heard with every word that falls from out of his mouth, as he slowly begins to speak back into the microphone.Steele: … Tonight, Dan White, I end your career. Nah… I end your existence. You break arms - I break necks! And I promise you. I WILL break yours. YOU DIG!?"Ain't I" by Jay-Z hits the PA System and Steele throws the microphone down onto the mat, jumping off the turnbuckle landing smooth onto his feet. He raises his title into huge cheers, before leaving the ring and heading up the ramp, his message sent. Looks the Genocide will come early this year at the hands of Jake Steele...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2009 16:37:17 GMT -5
Search ‘n’ Rescue Jack Jefferson
It’s late on Thursday night and the police department are having a busy night. Currently they have a boat out on the massive river that flows underneath the ACW Memorial Bridge. They have a high beam light trained on the water as they search for Jack Jefferson. Originally starting underneath the bridge, the search party has moved downstream under the assumption that the fast flow of the water could’ve carried Jefferson down the river and away from the bridge. A shout pierces the darkness, coming from the shore.
Voice: I can see him!
The policewoman operating the boat rapidly switches off the engine in order to hear better.
Policewoman: What?!
Voice: I said I can see him!
Policewoman: Great! Where is he?
Voice: East bank, near the overhanging bushes!
The motor of the boat splutters into life and the light is trained onto the East Bank of the river. It slowly scans until it finds an overhanging tree when it starts scanning the nearby water. Finally, it settles on a dark floating object near to the tree which appears to be a body. The boat quickly heads over to its position, coming to a sudden stop. A policeman leans over the side and manages to grab a-hold of Jefferson’s prone body. Grunting under the strain he manages to drag Jefferson onto the deck of the boat.
Policeman: He’s not breathing! Gimme a hand!
The police officer runs from the engine room to assist her colleague. The policeman begins pumping Jefferson’s chest...1...2...3...4...and when he pauses the policewoman breathes into him, forcing air into his lungs. They need to repeat this sequence another three times before Jefferson splutters back into life, coughing up an inordinate amount of water.
Policeman: Phew! Thank god for that! We’d better get him back to shore now!
The policewoman nods and heads back into the engine room and gets the engine running again. The boat jets on over to the shore where there is an ambulance waiting for him. He is lifted, coughing, off the boat and carried onto a stretcher when he is wheeled into an ambulance. As the paramedics close the door Jefferson protests.
Jefferson: Look, I’m fine. Let me go home.
Paramedic: Sorry sir, we can’t do that. We have to take you down to the hospital to get checked out. You were in the river for quite a long time and from what the police tell us you were technically dead for nearly 15 seconds.
Jefferson: I died?! I am gonna fucking kill him!
Paramedic: Well, technically, yes. Your heart stopped beating but the police were able to get it going again – you’re a very lucky man.
Jefferson: Lucky? You call this fucking lucky?! It should never have happened in the first place!
The paramedic nods in agreement as he straps an oxygen mask onto Jefferson’s face; he doesn’t look to pleased with the situation and attempts to remove the mask as soon as the paramedic has strapped it on.
Paramedic: Sir, I wouldn’t advise that. Your body has been through a massive trauma and the oxygen levels in your blood will be very low due to the stoppage of your heart and the water filling your lungs. That should help bring the oxygen levels back to an acceptable concentration.
With that Jefferson begrudgingly sits back and the paramedic signals he driver that they’re ready to go. The sirens blare as the driver pulls away and the ambulance sets off at speed to get Jefferson to the ACW Island General Infirmary.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2009 16:37:47 GMT -5
Segment: Ain’t No Reason, Part I (Credit: Lee)
Chung Jann Lee had always hated hospitals. Even as a kid, he hated getting checkups and shots. Something about them just freaked him out. It was always a struggle when school rolled around and he needed to get a physical. He would do anything to avoid them. So it was especially nerve racking to be here now, not that this was the ideal situation. His father has been battling cancer for months now, and no progress seems to be happening. They all knew going into this that it would be fatal. But it was his dad, and his dad was a fighter. When he first found out, it hit him like a ton of bricks. But as with all things he and his family had to adjust. For the first weeks, his mother was inconsolable and understandably so. His sister too was an emotional wreck, but then again she was only 15. Even after his parents’ divorce, both of them still cared very deeply for him. Hell, Lee still thought the world of the guy, even after all the lonely nights and missed ballgames of his childhood. The family’s relationship with Johnny Chung had more lumps than poorly made oatmeal, but forgiveness was a trait that carried through that entire family. For the past few years, his father started getting his act back together, step by step. An Alcoholics Anonymous meeting here, a skipped smoke break there, all of it added up. Now? What did it matter? He would have to take a detour on his road to redemption.
Lee had begun to bury his feelings. He threw himself into his work full tilt after getting the news. He was doing well down in the Doghouse, and on the outside, he appeared to be doing just fine. He didn’t let anyone at the office or in the company know what was going on with him. He was weary of letting people in on his personal life. He had already seen plenty of examples of the cutthroat nature of the wrestling business. Lee was having some of the best matches of his young career, but on the inside, he was falling apart. He kept all of the frustration, anger and sadness of this situation bottled up in him. Maybe that was why he was so intense in the ring. It was his only outlet of all these things that were eating away at him. His mother had finally convinced him to go visit his father in the hospital, something he hadn’t done in weeks. It was just too painful to see a man that mattered so much to him in such a sad state. But reluctantly, he agreed to it. He didn’t really know how much longer he would have with him, so it was basically now or never.
Walking into the hospital brought back all those uneasy feelings that Lee harbored for them. The sterile smell almost sickened him. He stuck out like a sore thumb. He felt everyone’s eyes on him, and it didn’t make the experience any easier. Lee shuffled over to the front desk, with an elderly nurse stationed behind it. She greeted him with a warm smile. He tried to return the favor, but could only manage a weak half grin.
Elderly Nurse: Hello. How may I help you today, sir?
Lee: Hi. I’m uh...here...I’m here to visit my father.
Elderly Nurse: And his name?
Lee: Chung. John Chung.
Elderly Nurse: OK, one moment please.
She turned to the computer next to her and did a bit of typing. Lee looked around the lobby, noticing all the people seated. He figured they must be waiting to be seen by a doctor. He tried not to stare, but it was a sight that would stick with him for a long time. They seemed so vulnerable, and that was one position he didn’t want to find himself in.
Elderly Nurse: He is in room 1408. Go to the blue elevators and it’s on the 4th floor.
Lee: Thank you.
The nurse grabbed his wrist just as he turned to walk away. Lee looked back to her, wondering why she would stop him.
Elderly Nurse: It’ll be OK, son. It might not seem like it now, but seeing family always helps patients. You’re like his little ray of sunshine today.
Lee didn’t even have a response to that. It was like she could see right into his soul. She gave him an assuring nod before letting go. She was like a grandmother, full of wisdom and love. Lee was never the most affectionate person, but he needed that at that exact moment. As he walked towards the elevators, he gave himself a pep talk.
Lee: C’mon, Lee! He needs you right now. He’s been trying so hard all these years, and now is your chance to show him how much you care. You’ve got to be strong for him. Just take a deep breath and calm down. You heard her. You’ve got to be that sunshine for him right now.
But Lee didn’t know if he really believed his own speech. Everything was different now. He wasn’t in control of what was happening anymore. He had no control over his personal life, and control was something he always had. As the elevator continued to pass each floor, his heart began to beat faster and faster. This was probably the toughest thing he had to do up to this point in his life. He’d faced giants inside a wrestling ring with no problem. But this, this had him shitting bricks. Finally, he reached his desired floor. Stepping out into the hall, it was like he’d just walked into a Wes Craven film. There was no one in sight, save for a nurse at the other end of the hall.
As he searched for the room, he was looking for the slightest excuse to turn back around and go home. But he knew he would never be able to live with himself if he had done that, so he continued to walk. Finally he arrived at the dreaded 1408 (not to be confused with the horrible movie). One last deep breath and he knocked on the door.
Gasp.
He wasn’t mentally prepared for what he saw. His father was hooked up to several monitors and had tubes in his nose. It was the exact thing he didn’t want to see. Lee found himself holding back tears. Luckily, his father was sleeping, so he didn’t have to see his son’s initial reaction. For a while, Lee just sat next to his dad, watching him sleep. He almost looked peaceful. Loads of different ideas were flooding through Lee’s mind, but at least he could take some solace in the fact that his father didn’t seem to be in pain. Lee had been there about an hour, and his father hadn’t woken up once, he stirred a bit, but Lee didn’t want to disturb his rest. The nurse came in a couple of times to check on his father; making sure all his vital signs were good.
Just as he was going to leave, so as not to disturb his father, the man in question finally awakened. He actually looked surprised to see Lee there. Lee tried his best to put on a happy face, and he was generally happy to see his father awake. The two share a hug, before Lee’s father falls into a coughing fit. Looks like all isn’t peachy keen. His dad motioned for a cup of water, which Lee hastily handed to him. After a few moments, the coughing was under control.
Johnny: To what do I owe the honor?
Lee: C’mon, don’t be that way. I’ve just had a lot on my plate these days.
Johnny: Yeah, I know. I’ve had a couple of the nurses keep me up to date on your progress with that Homicide fella.
Lee: Really? I didn’t even think you’d remember.
Johnny: When have I ever forgotten about you and wrestling? Never.
He had a point. His dad always kept a vested interest in his wrestling career. He was like Lee’s unofficial manager.
Lee: Good point. So, how are you holding up in here?
Johnny: Eh, I could be better. They finally got rid of the annoying asshole who was next to me.
Lee: He healed up?
Johnny: Nah...he died.
The two shared a quiet chuckle. They always did share the same dry sense of humor. Again with the coughing. Another sip and it was under control.
Lee: Seriously. How are you doing?
Johnny: I have my good and bad days. I’m doing OK today. Glad you finally came around. I was beginning to think that you were avoiding your old man.
Lee: No, they just have us on a pretty tight schedule. But I can’t really complain.
Johnny: Good to hear. I’m glad you’re finally live out your dream, Lee. You don’t know how proud I am of you. I’m always talking the nurse’s ear off about you. I’m pretty sure she hates you by now.
Lee: ( laughing ) How can she hate greatness? If she doesn’t like hearing about the greatest pro wrestler in the world, then there is obviously something wrong with her.
Johnny: ( chuckling ) Yeah, I think she’s a fan of The Rock or something.
This was just like old times. They would talk about wrestling for hours on end, and everything seemed to feel right. For these moments his dad wasn’t stricken with cancer, and he wasn’t bed-ridden in a crummy hospital. This small conversation allowed both of them to feel like a weight had been lifted off of their shoulders.
This meeting probably should’ve happened a long time ago. But Lee wasn’t going to worry about that. At least he was having the meeting. He’d let his fear of losing his father get the best of him. He let it keep him from spending these precious moments with the man who gave him the gift of life. Sitting there, sharing a laugh with his dad was the best feeling in his life. Even the roar of an adoring crowd couldn’t match this. This was a feeling that couldn’t be duplicated or tainted in anyway.
That is until the monitor began to beep. Lee was paralyzed with shock. Just a moment ago his father was laughing and joking with him, and now he was coughing uncontrollably and his eyes had rolled back into his head.
Lee: Nurse! Nurse! Nurse!
He kept shouting that over and over, until the nurse came running into the room. She was followed by a doctor. Lee looked on helplessly while they frantically worked to resuscitate his father. Soon the nurse turned to make Lee leave the room, but he wouldn’t budge.
Nurse: Sir, you have to leave so we can try to save him.
Lee: No! I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving him now!
Nurse: Sir, please. You are only hindering our ability to help him.
He didn’t make it. A big piece of Lee died that evening. He was the last person to speak to his father. Sitting out in the lobby, he couldn’t even begin to comprehend the affect this would have on the rest of his life. As he sat there sobbing, he could only think of how they had just shared a laugh, and the next moment it was all over. Nurse after nurse and doctor after doctor came over to console him, but none of them could comfort him or even begin to fill the void of what was just lost for him.
To be continued.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2009 16:38:24 GMT -5
"TAKING OUT THE GARBAGE" By: A.C. Evans and Danny Mainer We fade up to the scene of the fans awaiting for something to happen. They don't have to wait long as "Whatchu' Lookin' At?" by Uncle Kracker soon begins to play over the sound system. The fans give Wayde a lukewarm reaction, as perhaps he may have have a change of heart over these past few days. The last time we saw Wayde was when Danny Mainer simply destroyed Wayde and left him to be killed by Thunderkiss and Fallen Souls. As Wayde walks down the ramp, we see that he is still rather beaten and bruised. He slides into the ring and is quickly given a microphone. Wayde: Last week, I was attacked by a man that I hate. I put that hate aside for a few minutes in order to win the tag team titles, but he couldn't! Danny Mainer, I want you to come down to this ring right now and face me. I'm tired of the head games. I'm tired of playing cat and mouse. I wan-- Wayde doesn't have to wait long at all as "Disciple" by Slayer begins to play loudly as the fans boo loud. Wayde grins and waits for The Faith to appear from behind the curtain. As the song begins to shout "GOD HATES US ALL", Wayde leans up against the ropes, obviously agitated with waiting. The fans begin to boo loudly when Evans and Mainer come running through the crowd. Wayde doesn't realize it yet as both men jump the barricade and slide into the ring. Both are dressed in their wrestling attire and look sick. Evans grins and nods his head as we see that he has a huge chain around his fist! Wayde turns around finally and sees both men standing in front of him. Wayde: Come to attack me once again? Evans smirks and is given a microphone. A.C. EVANS: We've come to talk things over, I suppose.[/color] Wayde: Talk? Let's talk. Why'd you attack me last week? I was loyal to you, Evans. I did ev-- WHACK!! And just like that Evans nails Wayde in the face with a hard sucker punch. Wayde spits blood as he falls to the ground, with the chain leaving an imprint on his face. A.C. EVANS: THE TIME FOR TALK IS OVER! Danny, end this tonight..[/color] Mainer smirks and grabs Wayde, who seems to be knocked out right now. As Mainer grabs Wayde, he holds his face and speaks "You're done, Wayde" right in his face. He hoists Wayde up on his shoulder and drops Wayde nailing the EXTENDED VACTION! Wayde falls to the ground and we see that his nose is completely busted open and pouring blood onto the mat. Mainer stands over him as the fans boo loudly. A.C. EVANS: Ya' see, it's over for you Wayde. You're services are not needed anymore. In fact, they were never needed. Last year, a man that I despise, told me something that I will never forget. When Omega Championship Wrestling was at it's peak, BK London told me that OCW was only as strong as it's weakest link. Later, they told me that I was their weak link. How wrong they were. But that's neither here nor there. Because today...Well..today..The Faith is much stronger than before. Wayde was the weakest link of all. He showed me no passion and for this, he suffers. You are not welcome in The Faith, Wayde. Your soul is dirty. You will rot in hell.... [/color] Evans grabs Wayde by the hair and holds him up. Evans throws him back down and stands over him with a grin on his face as the fans boo loudly. A.C. EVANS: Wayde, Wayde, Wayde. Your weaknesses were numerous, but your strengths were few and far between. You were of no help to The Faith and I've replaced you with someone FAR more talented. Your rival, Danny Mainer...[/color] The fans boo loudly as Mainer is given the microphone by Evans. Danny Mainer: ”Well Wayde, it’s time to be honest. This was the plan since I joined The Faith. The thing about A.C. Evans is is that he is a smart motherfucker and he knows the right business investments. He knows that I’d be on an entirely different scale of capable to you whereas you can’t even struggle to lace your boots. As an attempted murderer when you join us the blood is on the hands of The Faith and not just you, how can you defend The Faith when you struggle to stay off the bottle. This is great really because for me it shows that whether it be this year, last year or in sixty years when I have alzheimers and you’ve buried yourself with liver poisoning that I’m ALWAYS going to be better then your worthless ugly hick ass. Although that said there is ONE negative to not having you around anymore Wayde and that is that I’ll never get my hand inside that tight, wet and juicy snatch of your fine-ass cousin BUT the show must go on and there’s plenty more fine hick pussy where that came from! We packed your bags Wayde, enjoy your Extended Vacation! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”After saying what he needed to say, Mainer hands the microphone back to Evans. Evans paces around the ring and speaks. A.C. EVANS: Wayde, you were useless to the cause. Hopefully you understand...[/color] Evans smirks and throws the microphone on the ground as EMT's rush down the entrance ramp to attend to Wayde. Mainer and Evans exit the ring with grins on their faces as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2009 16:38:53 GMT -5
Segment: Enough is Enough (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns from the break, Senator Steve Phillips is seen in his ACW office, for the first time in quite a few weeks, or even months, if you're keeping track. Phillips clears off his desk, before calling back to Washington on his video conferencing feed.
The Senator: Hello, Mr. Kalb.
Anthony Kalb answers from the Washington office of the Senator, and from the looks of things, he's not too pleased.
Kalb: Man, Fitsy just ditched the office here, took some independant booking in the local area, and left me here to do everything by myself...can't say I'm THAT mad, though.
Senator: Why might that be?
Kalb: You shouldn't even ask! You know how he is!
Senator: Indeed, perhaps you might be fortunate enough as to get a bit of work done in your colleague's absence.
Kalb: Yeah, but that's not why I really paged you. Seems like "somebody" keeps ordering pizzas up to the office here, at first, I figured Fitsy bailed on his event, and got hungry, then we had an order that I had to cancel for fifty supreme pizzas.
Senator: Rather tame, I might venture to say.
Kalb: Yeah, I thought so, too. Until that bastard played his REAL hand while I was taking care of that, and had someone pull all the friggin' fire alarms in the building, and set a fire in three different restrooms! Sheesh, that's even worse than what I did to the neighboring sorority back in the day...but yeah, we had to clear out for fourty five minutes, until the cops and the fire department sorted stuff out. Seems like our buddy didn't leave any traces, used gloves and all that junk.
Senator: Another day at the office...he who shall not be mentioned must have hired some sleazeball private eye to pull that stunt off, plausable deniability was never Mr. Joseph's strong point. You can still be thankful you have this to deal with and not Rena, though. Remember the trouble she created when I let her handle stuff over there?
Kalb: You mean, when she overdrafted your credit, and went on some goofy activism spree?
Senator: Yes, indeed. Quite the contradictory lady, she was, and still is. Keep up the good work, and remember that as annoying as it can be right now, you can bet your last dollar that the tip of the iceberg is all you have encountered.
Kalb: Reassuring words...
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2009 16:40:04 GMT -5
Match 1: Brent Garland vs. Los Conquistadores (Credit: Garland)
Match will be posted upon receipt.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2009 16:40:25 GMT -5
On Parole Dan White World Title matches on television are often dour affairs of the World Champion defending against somebody who wouldn't even get fair odds at a bookie's, and in every instance of these types of defence, we've witnessed the champion successfully defending his title, and going on to be fighting his traditional feud partner at the Pay Per View.
What's interesting, though, is that this is no standard defence. Jake Steele is being thrown right in the deep end against the man who he found out was his brother, just two months beforehand. The thing about it is, the brothers have never sat down and spoke about it, as much as Steele would love to do so. But no. Dan White has been stubborn about the entire situation, and for a long time has refused to even acknowledge Steele's existence, simply referring him as “the champion”. It makes this match not only on par with a Pay Per View title match, but a major Pay Per View match.
So the camera opens up in the back, and Dan White is on camera, garnering a pop. It's the second time already that he's been on the camera, but there's another man in the room. Again we're in Gingerdude's luxury room, and he's admiring a brand new 52-inch screen HD television.Gingerdude: Ahh, isn't she a beauty? Dan rolls his eyes, with his hands on his hips.Dan White: And how much did this thing cost the company? Gingerdude: Oh, about 400 dollars. Dan shakes his head slightly.Dan White: Pfft....and you shout at me for charging the company a bunch of money. Gingerdude looks up at Dan, with his eyebrows up.Gingerdude: I'm not charging the company 12 million dollars, am I? Dan White: Whatever. Gingerdude begins pressing buttons on the remote, testing out his new toy.Dan White: You know why the hell am I even here? Why the hell do you always want to talk to me on shows? People would be thinking we're secretly plotting the demise of ACW, or something. Ginger smirks.Gingerdude: That would be something, wouldn't it? Dan shakes his head, breaking the fourth wall and speaking into the camera.Dan White: Hey lads, don't listen to him. He's talking out his arse like he always does. Gingerdude: I have you here because I want to make sure you're up to no good. It's sad, but the fact is that I feel like I have to do this to you. You are like a child, and I am putting you in detention every single show. You have caused so much havoc here that I feel like if I am not going to keep a strong eye on you, then you will be setting something on fire, or blowing somebody's car up. Dan raises an eyebrow.Dan White: Fuck's sake, Gingerdude. I'm not the worst fucking person you've ever had on the roster. Don't you remember people like Ridley? You just sat there and let him run havoc across the arena, killing people and whatever else the hell that that dude did. Gingerdude: ...Yeah, but Ridley wasn't exactly human, was he? Suddenly, Dan's face appears a lot darker, and he has a sinister look on his face. A look that we've not seen in a very, very long time. And there's a bit of a cheer from the crowd, as they know fine and well what this means. Gingerdude takes a step back, holding his hands out in caution. But Dan swiftly looks back up, like normal.Dan White: Whoa, that was weird....anyways, I just think that I haven't put the fear factor into you yet, Gingerpubes. But believe me, just you watch. When I hold that World Title, you'll have to make the compromise to me. Gingerdude: Wha? Oh, yeah, right. Ginger is still a little phased from the very brief moment of Dan's sudden change of personality, it seems. A personality that we recognise from not such a long time ago, but you have to work it out if you want to know who it is.Dan White: Pfft, anyways, I have a match to prepare for. Later. Dan walks past Gingerdude, making him step back as he goes towards the door. He swings it open, walking out, and Gingerdude lets him exit without a word. However, he utters something before the camera fades out.Gingerdude: Good luck tonight, Dan.....heheheh... What the hell is that all about?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2009 16:41:27 GMT -5
World War 3: World War with a Vengeance By Dave Shadow As we cut backstage again, we find Dave Shadow standing in front of a camera, with the Entertainment Championship worn proudly over his shoulder. Restored to its former glory, with no sign of the Empire’s vandalism still visible, Dave looks at it proudly. A twinkle in his eye, as if he is looking at a lover whom he has not seen in quite a while. Mickey Cole stands beside Dave, also looking at the title, but also holding a microphone.Cole: Dave, last week, you finally managed to recapture and regain the Entertainment Championship belt that you never lost. How do you feel? Dave: How do I feel? I feel delighted. Ecstatic. Thrilled. Elated. Joyous. Jubilant. I could keep going on and one like a human thesaurus, but it doesn’t matter what word I use to describe how I am currently feeling. Truth is, I am now happier than I’ve ever been. This title was snatched from me, and I hated being parted from it. Now it’s back with me, I can hold it with pride, wear it over my shoulder and let the world know who the real champion of entertainment is. Cole: So then, now that you’ve finally gotten your revenge over Jack.... Dave: Woah, hang on. Let me stop you right there Cole. Because as happy as I am right now, I want it known that I do not consider this matter over. I don’t think I’ve taken my revenge over Jack Jefferson. Sure, I’ve taken my championship back, but lets face it. People like Jack won’t have gotten anything out of that. He’s not learnt his lesson. Have I got my revenge? No. Not by a long shot, and being honest, the problems between me and him are far from over. Cole: Well, that’s handy, since we know that later tonight, you will go one on one with Jefferson in a non title match. Dave: Yeah, and I’m really looking forward to finally getting my hands on him again. Me and Jack have got to do the dance one more time, and that means I now get the opportunity to teach that son of a bitch a lesson. I’m going to show Jack why it is that my name is on this title belt, and not his. See, he may have some psychological misconception that he actually was a champion here in ACW, that by simply being in procession of the belt that he was also worthy of calling himself the champ. Sorry, Jack. Thats not really how it works. You’ve got to earn this title. You’ve got to win it. You’ve got to beat me in a match for it Jack. Right now, the score between you and me stands at 3 to 1. Granted, that one loss may have been in a singles match, but hey! That just gives me some added motivation. Cole: What about The Empire? Dave: What about them? Cole: Aren’t you worried about what impact they might have on the match tonight? I mean, last week, Dan White pretty much trumped you in the middle of the ring.
Dave laughs, but unconsciously stretches his neck, rubbing the back of his head....still feeling the after effects of the Stunt Bomb he took last week.Dave: Yeah, ok. I’d be lying if I was to say that I am not worried about The Empire. Between Dan White and Jonny Hughes, Jack has some pretty powerful back up waiting in the wings. It’s ok though; I’ve got some of my own. Cole: Really? Dave: Yeah. See, last week, I got a phone call telling me that myself and Spade had an ally. Someone who hates the Empire as much as we do and wants to help us out. Now, I don’t actually know who that person is right now. He wouldn’t tell us. But if he wants to help us out against the Trio of British bastards, that’s fine with me. Tonight, we can start things off. Tonight, I can beat the crap out of Jack. He’s our first target. It will be interesting to see exactly how big and powerful the Empire is when the numbers game is a bit even. This is now a war, and in war, all is fair. Last week, I took back what was stolen from me. Tonight....well, tonight. We get some revenge. Dave winks at Cole and pats him on the shoulder. Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2009 16:41:58 GMT -5
"MOVE" By: A.C. Evans Fade up to the scene of Jeremiah Lynch sitting on the edge of a hospital bed. He has an IV stuck in his right arm, pumping him with fluids in order for him to remain healthy. With his feet touching the ground, Lynch attempts to stand up but grimaces a bit. He is wearing a hospital gown. His tattoos show now more than ever. He looks through the hospital window and shakes his head. JEREMIAH LYNCH: Hm. Why am I here? I must escape..[/color] Lynch stands up and sees that he is hooked up to many different machines. With a grunt, he simply yanks out every wire attached to his body, which sends blood spewing from his body. He tears off of hospital gown and begins to dress himself in his normal attire. After slipping on a black shirt which reads "LAMB OF GOD" on it. He pulls up his torn blue jeans and fastens them. He grabs his large black boots and slips them on and laces them up. It's about this time a knock at the door is heard. A nurse walks in and looks very surprised. NURSE: Mr. Lynch! What are you doing! [/color] JEREMIAH LYNCH: Revenge.[/color] Lynch grabs his black coat and slips it on. He fixes it to adjust him and makes his way towards the door. NURSE: I can't let you leave, sir! [/color] JEREMIAH LYNCH: Move...[/color] The nurse shakes her head "no" as Lynch sighs. He reaches into his jacket and quickly pulls out a gun! He holds it steady as the nurse looks so scared. JEREMIAH LYNCH: Move...[/color] This time the nurse obliges as Lynch smirks and puts the pistol away. He walks out of the room as the nurse begins to pant loudly. The scene fades to black with Lynch walking out...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2009 16:42:25 GMT -5
"It Is Alive" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
Just mere days ago the mystery was solved. The return of ACW's own monster was official. Rattlesnake had his own speculation gathering what he knew from friends and enemies, but speculation can only go so far. Speculation doesn't give you the MediEvil Driver '05. Torak does.
So now that he's back, does this mean that the fight they had coming could be coming to a close? Does this mean that there will be a definitive end?
Naturally Rattlesnake does with him coming out the victor. However if the last 11 days dictate how things were to go, Rattlesnake would most definitely be on the losing end.
Rattlesnake: I can't believe he's back. It's just not possible. He's supposed to be dead.
The truth is simple...Torak was dead. But it seems awfully coincidental that he would return in his old VWF attire. But it had to be him. It was the Torak he knew...the Torak of old.
Rattlesnake: But why now? Why come back now? It doesn't make any sense. Unless...
Unless what? Unless Torak knew something Rattlesnake didn't? That's not likely. The two may be extremely bitter rivals, but there were so few times where Torak knew something Rattlesnake didn't.
Rattlesnake: ...unless he was in hiding, biding his time and break me down piece by piece until I was literally an emotional wreck.
If there was one thing Torak knew how to do...it was how to break Rattlesnake down. Mind games were a specialty of Torak and he could play them with the best.
Rattlesnake: He must have caught wind of my eventual retirement. That's why he did all of this. It's evident that he wants one last fight. One fight to settle all of the scores.
Over the years, through all of the fights Rattlesnake and Torak had, you could come to the conclusion that they were practically dead even. Championship wins went to Rattlesnake while non-championship wins went to Torak. It seems one more fight is just what Torak wants.
Rattlesnake: But after everything he did to me recently, I'm going to do the one thing that no one will expect. I'm going to put that monster away for good. I'm going succeed where many have failed. If Torak is looking for a fight and wants to finish with me, then he's going to get exactly what he wants. However, it won't be a storybook ending. Gary Cooper isn't going to be riding off into the sunset. Jean Claude Van Damme isn't going to be in another crappy movie based off of a video game.
No, the ending to this story is quite simple. It's so simple even Torak might understand. You see, the ending goes like this. I stand face to face with Torak, both of us worn down from literally beating the shit out of each other. Each of us has enough strength to muster one more attack. Torak, being the guy he is, tries to score, but I'm too smart for that. I evade his attack, spin him around and hoist him up for one of the most devastating moves in ACW today...the Snakebite. I plant his ass with no remorse and show him why I was, and still am, one of the greats to grace an ACW ring.
Rattlesnake, while uneasy about all of this, seemed to keep it hidden as best he could. He may seem like he's on a roll, but deep down, he's uncertain of what will happen.
Rattlesnake: Torak will be given his own claim to fame. He'll hang his head in shame. Because like everyone else, he just lost the game.
And so did you.
Rattlesnake: Torak...if it's a fight you want, it's a fight you've got. You humiliated me through your antics and now it's time for me to humiliate you publicly.
It's on. Rattlesnake and Torak...one more time. It's going to happen very, very soon.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2009 16:42:54 GMT -5
Title: My Best Durden Impression. Credit: Chris Phenomenal The scene opens on the outskirts of ACW Island. Chris Phenomenal is leaning against a tall oak tree, his eyes closed deep in thought. Behind him are four teenagers, looking to be about sixteen years old passing a blunt around there small circle. Chris looks at them and sighs. Chris: There is nothing wrong with lighting up a joint, one in three people have at some point during there life. The problem is when you smoke it to escape your dim reality, when you use it as a narcotic rather than healing. I can remember a time when I was like those four back there, my life was bleak, I was just another hood rat, fighting each day to survive. There is something to be said about life in the ghetto. Like death in Hamlet it is the undiscover'd country from whose bourn, No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have. For life in the ghetto there is no escape, once a hood rat, always a hood rat. There is a reason that areas such as Richmond, California and Harlem, New York you have a greater chance of going to prison than graduating high school. [/I] Don't ask why Don't be sad Chris: Yet in the end I realized that I didn’t want to be like that, sure it took a while, I ended up spending a few years in jail, I ended up having to scrub wrestling mats and performing menial labour for minimum wage to support myself. My life looked bleak and once again the ghetto life looked like the one way out, the way where I could make a living one could survive on. I was tempted to go back, but then I remembered.[/I] Sometimes we all Must alter paths we planned Chris: It took me looking back, the fact I have no parents and that gang life almost took the one person I loved, the one person who meant anything for me. I knew I couldn’t go back to there, but I didn’t know what I could do. The path that was planned for me wasn’t one I could continue on. I knew that I had to make a difference. Yet I wanted to send a message to those youth, like those kids back there, that with hard work and perseverance they could change there lives. Yet I was misguided, in the end it looked like I had turned my back on those people I cared about.[/I] Only understand I want to save you From the lost and damned This battle that is going on with the Mega Star Alliance, we each have our own reason. Mine is to show that eventually if you are going to work hard, if you are willing to work for the top you can make it there. I joined up with Macho because he was the best in the business, he also came from a similar backgrounded, a misguided childhood and came on to bigger things. I want to show everyone that no matter where they have come from, they can make it to the top, they can become the best. I want to save them from becoming the Lost and Damned.[/i] Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2009 16:48:09 GMT -5
Night of The Living. That's It. Dan White, Thunderkiss The camera opens up in the backstage area, and a massive pop stems from the crowd as we see “The Welsh Dragon” Dan White walking through, looking quietly confident for himself, despite the mammoth match he has ahead of him. Having just recently been in Chairman Gingerdude's office, he's fully aware that this may be the last time he ever has a shot at the World Title, barring entering such matches as Fallen Heroes. But you can't count all your eggs into one basket; relying on winning Fallen Heroes is like chasing a straight in poker: you just don't do it. Unless you're like me and decide to do it all the bloody time and always lose the the hand.
Anyways, rambling over. Dan walks towards the camera, but suddenly halts, looking over, uttering something with incredible bluntness.Dan White: ...TK. There's another loud pop, as the camera does a 90 degrees turn, swiveling and we see part of the Tag Team champions, Thunderkiss, standing with a water bottle in one hand, and one of the tag belts in another, clutching it lightly by the plate. The duo engage in a stare-off, with Thunderkiss responding to Dan.Thunderkiss: ...White. They both shuffle a little bit closer, and there's a lot of tension in the air. Dan continues looking up at the big man, placing his hands on his hips, showing that he's not intimidated. He then throws a personal shot towards TK.Dan White: It's been a while since we had a chat like this. I believe the last time we actually spoke to each other, you had Gingerpubes slap a restraining order on me for trying to butcher your unborn baby... TK shakes his head with sheer rage. If Dan continues with this form of talk, he's going to get a smack to the face.Dan White: ...Amongst other things. TK places the water bottle up towards his face, pulling up the lid and squirting some H2O into his mouth, without once losing eye contact with the Welshman. He then shuts the water bottle, and responds, rather calmly.Thunderkiss: Neither one of us are the men we were back then. Time changes all, doesn’t it? Dan raises an eyebrow; he was expecting Thunderkiss to go on a big massive rant about it, not merely refer it to a situation with virtually two different people.Dan White: ...Indeed. An aura of awkwardness falls between the two, but there's still some tension in the air, as neither man dares break eye contact first; this is a matter of principals now.Thunderkiss: So, I hear that ya have a big title shot tonight against Steele.Dan White: I do. Thunderkiss: Well, good luck. I hope it goes well for ya.Dan White: As do I. Thunderkiss: Obviously you would.Dan White: That's very true. Thunderkiss: Well, in that case good day then.Dan White: Good day to you too. Thunderkiss: Super.Dan White: Splendid. Thunderkiss: Indeed.Dan White: Grand. Thunderkiss: Well then.Dan White: I best be getting on. Thunderkiss: I think you should.Dan White: I think I will. Thunderkiss: I'm glad you feel that way.Dan White: I am too. Crowd: >_< The duo continue their stare out, before both looking away at the same time, walking away at the same time, having acted all weird and stubborn about each other at the same time. Whilst it doesn't actually say anything, it was an interesting confrontation for the duo, as the camera begins to fade.
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