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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2009 17:01:22 GMT -5
Match 4: Jonny Spade vs. Danny Mainer (Credit: Mainer)
MATCH BEGINNING: The match begun with what all matches do that I write, a quick and concise technical encounter which leads with that big lump of a man Spade in charge which he took dominantly by slamming a fore-arm into the head of Mainer. Spade then set Mainer up with a few vertical suplexes and a scoop slam followed by a big Killswitch which left Mainer down for a 2-count. Mainer attempted a comeback with a serious of flash in the pan jabs. Mainer then bounced off the ropes looking to take the big man down with a flying fore-arm strike but Spade lunged forward dropping him with a decisive spear which he then followed up on with a dropkick the second he got up. Mainer fell into the corner behind him and Spade charged towards him looking to score with a massive turnbuckle clothesline but Mainer cart-wheeled out the way leading Spade into a Monkey Flip. Still with some momentum Mainer then went for the turnbuckle and rapidly ascended before leaping blindly backwards with a Springboard Crossbody. Spade stood no chance.
MATCH MID-SECTION: Spade was back in control yet again after scoring a wicked Pumphandle Schwein dropping Mainer to the mat with pure power. Mainer was left out for a 2-count but 2-counts count for jack shit in this industry. Spade was starting to get the blood pumping as he hit a Release German Suplex sending Mainer’s neck slamming into the turnbuckle. Mainer reels and slumps into the corner as Spade gets up to unleash the mudhole stomping sending wicked boots to the chest and face of Mainer. Spade after a wicked series of kicks grabbed Mainer to pull him out the corner but Mainer used his arm as a lever catapulting him shoulder first into the ring post, the crowd echoing his sentiments with an “OOOH!” wincing at the impact. Mainer then still on the floor rolled underneath the bottom rope onto the apron as Spade tried to pull himself out. The synchronization perfect, Spade was clutching his shoulder in agony as Mainer flung himself over the top rope with a slingshot connecting with a Slingshot Spear.
MATCH END: When it appears that Mainer has it won after a brutal Dark Orchid Demolisher with the snap Muay Thai Knees demolishing the torso of Spade “Superstars” by Jim Jones hits and at the sound of that Mainer drops Spade and bails from the ring completely losing his sense of duty for wrestling instead choosing to go after Phenomenal who while isn’t on the stage can’t be too far away. Spade gets up slowly recovering watching Mainer with a “WTF?” look on his face as Mainer darts through the curtains. Reluctantly the referee counts and soon it’s a 10-count leaving Spade to relish the victory even if it was an unusual one.
WINNER VIA COUNT-OUT: Jonny Spade (13:02)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2009 17:01:33 GMT -5
Segment: Ain’t No Reason, Part III (Credit: Lee) There is a comfortable breeze in the air. It is kind of eerie for Lee, though, as he is the only person in sight. If you’ve never been to a cemetery, it’s not exactly the place you want to be by yourself. But this is the next step in his evolution. This is something that would help him to move on to the next phase of his life--and hopefully toward the championship phase of his career. As he stands in front of the tombstone which bears his father’s name, he doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t want to look like a crazy person and start babbling to himself. But it seems like the right thing to do.
Lee was never much of a talker when it came to his feelings. He always believed that a man should be a man and take care of business. Although it may have looked like he wasn’t paying attention, he took all of his father’s life lessons and implemented them in his daily life. There were like a road map to attaining a natural balance in his life. The more he tried to push it away, the more it seemed like the only option. So finally he began to open up.Lee: You really left me in a bad spot, dad. I’m lost out here. Every day I try to think of what you would do in these situations. I’m trying, and I just don’t know if I’m coming or going. It’s like there’s a windstorm, and I’m a piece of paper. Normally I wouldn’t do this, but you know how persistent mom can be. So I’m here. I don’t know what I’m expecting to come of this, but I have faith in you. Don’t let me down. I need you know more than ever. Johnny: What exactly do ya need your old man for? You seem to be doing just fine these days. Lee: Just fine? I feel like I’m dead on the inside. Everything is going wrong out in the ring. I’ve been losing to people who don’t even belong in the same ring as me. Johnny: Well, that’s easy. Stop taking it light out there. You and I both know that you’ve been slacking. You don’t looks as hungry as you were in the indies. Once you get that fire back, you’ll be just fine. Lee: I don’t know if it’s that easy anymore. I’m dealing with the best of the best on a weekly basis. I’m the one with the target on my back now. Johnny: Well, isn’t that where you wanted to be? This is what you wanted, right? Lee: Of course. I just didn’t know it would take such a toll on me. It’s hard traveling these roads by yourself. Everything is right in front of me for the taking, and here I am doubting myself. Johnny: This isn’t the man I wanted to see you grow up to be. You know in your heart of hearts that you want this more than anything. You’ve worked your ass off to get to this point. You’re performing for the most illustrious wrestling company on earth. Lee: I know, but it’s just all so overwhelming. I’m the headliner. I’m supposed to be “the future.” This is my chance to show and prove that all the hype wasn’t for nothing. I’m under some serious pressure, and I just need to know that I have someone on my side. The boys in the back aren’t exactly the biggest supporters of Lee Homicide. Johnny: And why would they be? Lee Homicide is an asshole. Talk about blunt honesty. But that was how he was. He didn’t sugarcoat it for Lee...ever.Lee: Gee, thanks. Glad to know you think so highly of me. Johnny: Aw, don’t go getting all soft on me. You know damn well that you’re the best at what you do. That’s why they hate you. But that just means is you’re doing something right. If they stop talking about you, then you got yourself a problem. Lee had never thought of it that way. But the man did make a good point. They wouldn’t waste their breath on someone who was talentless.Lee: I guess you’re right. I mean, I am the fastest rising star that they had ever seen. I’ve done things that no other man in this sport can say they have. I am at the top of my game right now, and I’ll only get better. I don’t know what’s gotten into me lately. I just need to see what other people see. I know I’m great. They know I’m great. The world knows I’m great. Johnny: Attaboy. I’ll be watching from the real skybox. I bet ya didn’t know that JC is a big fan of yours. Lee: JC? You mean the real JC? Johnny: Yup, the one and only. Lee: Heh, I guess he’s got great taste. Johnny: Looks like you’ve got a lot riding on this one. Me and the rest of the angels are placing bets on it. Go make me a heaven load of money, son. Lee: You haven’t changed a bit. I guess even the party in the sky couldn’t change you. Lee laughs to himself. Maybe things would be OK. He had seemingly cleared his head. His dad seemed to have a strange power of putting things in perspective for him. Even if he wasn’t really there. It was that kind of talk that a man can only have with his father. A therapist or psychiatrist wouldn’t have been able to do in a year what had just happened in a couple of minutes. Life’s funny that way. The smallest of moments can have a huge ripple effect. Standing there now, Lee didn’t feel so alone. He looks down at the tombstone which has father’s name, his year of birth and year of death and finally feels complete. Everything has come full circle for Lee. The unanswered questions he’s had inside him don’t seem as important anymore. Now, everything was geared towards the future. All signs pointed to victory, to dominance, to a legacy unparalleled by anyone before him. No looking back. The people will know greatness. They will know excellence. They will know his name.itzLEEyuhBITCH [/font] End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2009 17:01:59 GMT -5
”Silent Shootdown” Credit: Danny Mainer After a hectic and chaotic match with Jonny Spade interrupted by the theme song of one Chris Phenomenal, Mainer is sprinting with incredible acceleration through the backstage of the ACW arena carefully weaving through interns and obstructions as he searches for the man who just caused him to lose that match albeit indirectly. Sweat runs down Mainer’s brow as his blood burns like napalm searching for Phenomenal ready to rip his throat out. Though it was not Phenomenal’s intention to cause Mainer to run after him, someone with the street smarts that Chris has always has a back-up plan and it appears that through Danny’s momentum in his running Phenomenal finds Mainer before Mainer finds him and it’s made painfully clear to Danny that this has happened when he leaps out and smacks Mainer with the butt of his glock which causes Mainer to slide a good few feet along the well-polished floors. Mainer winces as his back is burnt like the flames of Mordor by this immaculately polished surface, the pain only added to by his high sweat levels.Danny Mainer: ”FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUU!”Mainer screams at the realization he’s about to hit a big stack of barrels which collapse like a house of cards on top of him through his still high sliding momentum. The caving in of the barrels completely coats Mainer in metal cylinders and through the wreckage only one arm can be seen jutting out between a gap in two of the ridiculously heavy canisters. Danny groans in agony as Chris points the glock at him not twitching in his precise aim. Mainer with a heave lifts the main barrel off of his chest and rolls it to one side before using his own arm-strength to drag him out of the cylindrical tomb panting and puffing heavily as he finally hauls himself out looking up at the armed and dangerous Chris Phenomenal who is in NO mood to be fucked with right now.Danny Mainer: ”OH COME ON! You dragged me out of a match just to point a gun at me? Oh aren’t you the big fucking ‘ man! He ain’t black but he strapped like a cat with a gat, wuzzat? Forget that. He ain’t no player, he goin’ one on one wit’ da Slayer! Butcher, that’s what I be, from the Masterson family tree, Playstation Three, the Jester is free ready to kill ya’. Not just enough that I have ta’ go and thrill ya’. Murderize your ass, you ain’t got no class I’ma bust a bullet in your brain and let your blood rinse down the drain yo! I be Chris Phenomenal and I ain’t got no dick so I point a gun wit’ a clickclickclick! - … I can’t believe I, The Jester just lowered myself down to your level. Honestly, who do you think you are pointing a gun at ME?!”Taking one hand off the gun Chris wipes the sweat from his brow before returning to a two handed grip pointing straight at Mainer’s head. Standing a good eight feet away, a headshot would be impossible to miss. Mainer walks towards Phenomenal who in reply steps backwards still keeping his finger on the trigger.Danny Mainer: ”Seriously dickshit, you think you can intimidate The Butcher? Nobody is as crazy as I am and there’s no way I’m getting punked out by some amateur off the streets of New York thinking he’s Clint Eastwood just ‘cause he got hold of a gun. A true jester always have the support of the REAL fools in his hand and if you were to gun me down I swear true to you Chris you’d have men in black masks turning up to your house busting through your windows with AK-47’s making sure to annihilate EVERYTHING before torturing the living fuck out of you and then locking you in a car and making you drive into the ocean never to be seen again. I can do magic and I WILL make you disappear.”Chris Phenomenal: ”STAY. THE FUCK. AWAY FROM ME. Mainer. I’m sick of you being around every god-damn corner!”Danny Mainer: ”I’m still waiting for you to cap me down big man. Where’s your machismo now? You think you can walk into The Jester’s kingdom and start throwing your ballsack around like you’re the man? Dickload you may have The Macho Man and you MAY have that Rick Ross on your Entourage rip-off but at the end of the day it takes a REAL man of true faith to make it to the top here. So long as I’m around you won’t even get to tug the curtains open. You won’t have a voice box to commentate with, a hand to hold the microphone with or even a leg to run away from me with. You’re a hopeless coward, I’ve seen a pug dog with more balls then you. Props for TRYING Chris but like I said, to walk into my kingdom and intimidate me is called TAKING liberties and I DON’T LIKE people that take liberties.”Phenomenal fires the gun, it smashes into the floor right next to Mainer’s left foot which is more then enough to shut him up. Danny actually seems surprised he would even fire it.Chris Phenomenal: ”THIS is just a warning faggot! If you fuck with me again that bullet won’t end up near your foot but in your brain! You can call me spineless all you want but it was YOU who said that a one on one fight with me would be suicide! Get off my back or I’ll tear you off and when I get my hands on you, you WON’T like the results.”And with that, Phenomenal hurls the gun like a shuriken planting Mainer right between the eyes. Mainer falls clumsily on his ass as Phenomenal grabs his trusty glock and runs off into the distance. Mainer watches on as Phenomenal sprints while some interns rush to his aid, one of them offers Mainer his hand and The Jester pulls himself up unsure what to do. Mainer begins to juggle Sally as we draw to a fade. Chris has seemingly reached his boiling point with Mainer and the pay-per-view is AGES away yet. What can happen next? Oh and a lot of you may have noticed a distinct absence of Ray King lately. We may see more of him yet to come.FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2009 17:02:21 GMT -5
Segment: Broken (Credit: Rena)
Rena: It’s clearly broken!
Rena had not waited until she was summoned into the familiar ballroom, and instead barged in like an unexpected guest. But as she finished speaking, she felt as though she was expected. The Phantom was waiting at his throne, not completely surprised by her entrance.
Phantom: Dear child, it’s not broken.
Rena: But it keeps going off on every fucking person!
Phantom: Language, my child! You’re among civilized beings.
Rena: Mhm. Anyways, like I said- it’s broken.
Phantom: Maybe I didn’t make myself clear last time. Maybe I didn’t exactly say it, I can’t really remember. My child, perhaps there are more than one of my enemies in ACW. I mean, for all I know they could have some secret pact to kill me.
Rena: I doubt it. Everyone I’ve had a reaction to seems too distant to even have a connection with one another.
Phantom: Well, they see each other every day. What more of a connection do you need?
Rena: So you’re saying it’s possible that there may be more than one I have to kill.
Phantom: Correct.
Rena: I’m not even sure I want to keep these powers.
Phantom: Well it’s too late, my child. We had a deal and backing out would only make you my servant. Do you really want that?
Rena: Clearly not. I’d end up like Heckle and Jeckle over there.
Phantom: Indeed. So, go do what you’re meant to do.
Rena: Alright, but this better not be broken!
Phantom: I assure you, it works fine. We’ve reviewed the waves and there is definitely someone in ACW who you must kill. It’s up to you, though, to figure it out.
Rena grumbled and turned her back, ready to leave.
Phantom: Just a moment, child.
Rena: What?
Phantom: Don’t forget that you only had a month to do it. It’s now the third week, with only one more remaining.
Rena: I know. I know…
One more week….
[fade]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2009 17:03:53 GMT -5
“Big Trouble in Little China” Credit: Lee Homicide, Thunderkiss [Many moons have passed since Thunderkiss sat in the presence of his sensei, the most dishonorable “Mr. Cowabunga.” Initially a parody of Senator’s own trainer, Mr. Nobunaga, Cowabunga has achieved cult status among the Kiss Army. So much so that when his image pops up on the Alpha Tron, they cut loose with an uproar that rattles the ring ropes. The popcorn vendors begin working overtime as we cut away from the ring to the big screen for ACW’s first ever Kung Fu extravaganza .... ENTER THE THUNDER![/B]] ACT I “The Choking of the Chicken” [/size][/center] [High above the world on the very summit of Mount Fuji, a traveler from afar has just reached his destination. Tried and hungry, he is on the verge of collapse. While that would satisfy his body, it would only stress his mind. He has come here for one purpose and until that purpose has been met, everything else has little meaning.] Mr. Cowabunga: Ahhhh, Thunderkiss! It has been quite some time since my home has welcomed you a guest. To what do I owe the honor of your visit today? Thunderkiss: Master. In wings awaits a challenger whom may prove difficult to defeat, even with my most formidable power. His frame is tiny; his speed is fast. Mr. Cowabunga: Jake Cheng? Again? Thunderkiss: No master, a new Asian tiny man has replaced the old. His name is Lee. Lee Homicide and it is I who he wishes to make his next victim. It is for this reason that I have returned master. Please teach me the ways of the Fuk Yu.Mr. Cowabunga: Ahhh most honorable student, you have come to the right Sensei. I am most familiar with the ways of the Fuk Yu, but be warned, the path to ultimate victory will not be an easy one! To truly understand its mysterious ways, both your mind and soul must be as one. Thunderkiss: How about my body? I’m one with it every night, Sensei. [Such behavior is not tolerated inside Cowabunga’s dojo! Thunderkiss gets his first taste of discipline in what will surely be many more flavors to come.] ~!~SMACK~!~ Thunderkiss: Ouch! Mr. Cowbunga: REMOVE SUCH FILTH FROM YOUR MIND! There is no place for it in my dojo! Now, please, place your bags within the spare room and ready yourself for the morning. May your approaching sleep be tranquil for tomorrow will surely be not! [END ACT 1] ACT II “The Chopping of the Morning Wood” [/size][/center] [The dawning of the rising sun becomes his alarm clock. Thrust out of bed at 4 A.M., Thunderkiss does his best to shake the grogginess from his body. Upon seeing that his efforts are not enough, Mr. Cowabunga does the job for him with yet another slap to the back of his head. Growing ever so tired of his master’s authority, TK contemplates going Darth Vader on his ass but steps back from that dangerous thought as they come to a stop in front of an old, abandoned well.] Mr. Cowbunga: Now, watch my hands. [Mr. Cowbunga places his weather worn hands upon a rope harnessed upon a pulley. Fingers clutched tightly, one hand moves upwards while the other goes in the opposite direction.] Mr. Cowbunga: Yank up. Yank down. Thunderkiss: Hmm. I see. Yank up. Yank down. That’s it? Well that ain’t so hard! Mr. Cowbunga: Hai. You try. Thunderkiss: Yank up! Yank down! GOT IT! Man, I am going to master the Fuk Yu in no time! Mr. Cowbunga: Hai. Repeat nine thousand times Thunderkiss: NINE THOUSAND?!Mr. Cowbunga: Silence your tongue or I shall make it over that amount! Begin yanking .. NOW! [Not wishing to get another knot placed upon his head, Thunderkiss scrambles to the ropes and displays his best Cowbunga impression. Proving the old axiom true by feeling flattered, Cowbunga steps back and wraps a blanket of shadows around his body underneath a nearby shade tree. Seconds quickly turn into minutes; minutes give way to hours. What seemed like a mundane task is now on the brink of tearing the flesh from his palms asunder.] Thunderkiss: Master, if I may. I do not understand how this exercise - ~!~DOINK~!~ [Not wanting to hear another ounce of whining, Mr. Cowabunga tosses a rock the size of a baseball at Thunderkiss’ head. It collides against his thick cranium causing his efforts to double and his mouth to silence.] Mr. Cowbunga: YANK UP! YANK DOWN! Thunderkiss: I’M YANKIN’ IT, BROTHER! I’M YANKIN’ IT![END ACT II] ACT III “The Shaving of the Beaver” [/size] [/center] [Just when our third act gets underway, the film strip breaks and the Alpha Tron projects nothing but white light and dead air. The fans stir impatiently for a fix to come but what they get instead is more wait. A chorus of boos showers itself down upon show set and right on cue, the reason for the film’s premature ending have been revealed. It stands five feet, ten inches and his holding a live mic. Get the chalk ready, it’s time to outline another body.] Lee: Yo! YoyoyoyoyoyoyoYO! Ayseedubbya, if you wanna hear what Lee thinks about the disgrace to cinema we’ve just seen, STAAAAAAAAAAAAAND UUUUUUUUUP! And what else can we expect but for the ever-loyal ACW crowd to stand up indeed? They know Notorious One-Three-Three always brings the fire in his promos, and they’ve prepared by skewering their marshmallows.Lee: TK, the only thing you’ve managed to accomplish with this bowel movement of art is prove correct the famous adage from one of our lifetime’s greatest orators, Sir Winston Churchill: “When the eagles are silent, the parrots begin to jabber.” While I’m out here fulfilling my birthright, my destiny, the destiny of being the TRUE descendent of the dragon, you were out designing your half-baked machinations in what you should’ve realized was a futile attempt to stop me. What you should’ve realized a long time ago was that my words are more than just vibrations in the air. My words are promises. What I say, goes. You see, Teeks, the chain of destiny can only be grasped one link at a time, and while you were constructing your grand plans to eliminate me, I was I was doing what I do, taking my steps to the top, one by one. And as you can see, you might’ve stepped on my fingers, but I climbed right back to the top. Lee stops addressing the audience at large now and opts to glare straight into the camera.Lee: You seem hell-bent on denying my rightful spot in the legend books, and, sure, I can respect a cat who refuses to give up. But the truth is that through the shitstorm of stupidity you’re gonna throw my way, I’ll still be here to shatter both your dreams and those of anyone who steps within firing range of my GLOCK. I might not be the biggest dog in the yard, but strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will. I’ve been set on doing great things since birth, and I won’t hesitate a single moment to hurdle you in my leap of faith to stardom. You chose to fuck with me, and you can bet that retribution will be paid in full. You see, I learned how to wrestle, and it just stuck with me. You’ve been doin’ this for years, as a boyhood dream, and ya still won't be able to fuck with me. I’m unfuckwithable. I will make history. You wanna know the truth, Teeks? This is the year of the dragon, not the year of the BITCH! I fly high, you guys. You betta take notice. It’s MY TIME. I’m gonna shine. You know this! [/font][/center] Lee unabashedly throws up his middle finger to conclude his tirade. Certainly, only a figure with as much presence as he could incite the crowd with such a simple gesture.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2009 17:04:41 GMT -5
Match 5: Non-Title Match Jack Jefferson vs. Dave Shadow (Credit: Jefferson)
The crowd are on their feet and really excited for this next match. The majority of people in attendance really want to see Dave Shadow give Jack Jefferson his just desserts and tonight they may just be in luck. Philip steps into the ring, microphone in hand, and the noise volume steps up a notch. Philip smiles inwardly as he patiently waits for the chanting of Shadow’s name to die down before he can introduce the competitors.
Philip: The next match is a singles match, scheduled for one fall and is a Non-Title match! Introducing first, from Drogheda, Ireland and weighing in at 184lbs; he is the ACW Entertainment Champion...DAVE SHAAAADOOOWWWW!!
The crowd go wild as “Into the Darkness” by Disturbed hits the speakers and Shadow struts through the curtain, a big smile on his face. Green, white and Orange lights flash over head through the arena, illumniating the ring, the ramp and the crowd, as he dances his way down to the ring, slapping the hands of some fans. The crowd dance along, as he runs and jumps up onto the apron. He steps in through the ropes, and continues to dance to the music, laughing and obviously having fun.
Philip: And his opponent, from Manchester, England and weighing in at 219lbs; he is the “Jack of all Trades”...JACK JEEFFERRRSSOOONNNN!!
The boos are deafening as the opening to “Paint it Black” by The Rolling Stones plays throughout the arena. As Jefferson struts through the curtain there is a slight hush of confusion as the people in the audience realise that he isn’t wearing his ring attire, no, instead he’s kitted out in a pair of dark wash jeans and a bright yellow t-shirt, emblazoned with a bizarre design. In his right hand is a microphone and he now brings it up to his mouth to speak.
Jefferson: Cut my music!
Inside the ring Dave Shadow looks extremely confused, turning to the referee who simply shrugs his shoulders. He doesn’t waste a chance to mock Jefferson, however, as he pats the title around his waist and invites Jefferson to join him in the ring.
Jefferson: Hate to disappoint you Dave but that ain’t happening – not tonight anyway!
The crowd boo this profusely and Dave simply shakes his head at him, looking disappointed.
Jefferson: Clearly you all forget things very quickly so allow me to refresh your memory...
Jefferson turns to face the AlphaTron, a stern look on his face as a video begins to play.
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Without another word, Steele turns back to Jefferson and picks him up, throwing him off of the bridge!!! Jefferson goes flying into the water as Gingerdude goes apeshit crazy. Steele watches him plummet as he turns back to Ginger with a sadistic smile on his face.
Steele: Deal.
Steele walks off and gets back into his Lamborghini, closing the doors back and speeding off as Ginger stands in the ring, in total and complete disbelief at the shocking actions of Jake Steele. One of his wrestlers is somewhere in the ACW river, and that is definitely bad for business…
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We return to the arena, where Jefferson turns away from the AlphaTron, shaking his head, and looks to face Dave Shadow once more.
Jefferson: That’s right, our so-called honourable World Champ not only kidnapped me but he threw me off a fucking bridge as well! I turn up tonight, after a stint in the infirmary to see my name down on the match list – not a chance! I had a feeling our “Esteemed Chairman” might pull this kind of stunt – anything to damage The Empire, huh? – so I came prepared.
The crowd boo loudly as Jefferson reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper.
Jefferson: In my hand I have a signed Doctor’s note that states, in no uncertain terms, that I am in no condition to compete tonight...and to avoid accusations of me “ducking” our Not-Quite-Entertainment Champion I’ll read exactly what it says on this piece of paper...
“After close monitoring of the patient, Jack Jefferson, it has been decided that the trauma he sustained from his fall on Thursday 12th March means he will be in no fit state to compete in active condition for at least one week. We will perform a routine check-up on Wednesday 18th March in order to diagnose his current condition and decide from there his ability to compete in active competition.
Signed, Dr. Rosenthal”
So you see, my hands are tied Dave – I’m not medically cleared to wrestle and until I pass a medical test there’s nothing I can do. I hate to disappoint you though Dave, I hate to deprive you of the beating I would’ve given you in that ring tonight. So...I arranged a little something to make up for my inability to compete. Turn around.
Unbeknownst to Dave Shadow whilst Jack Jefferson was talking his The Empire stable mates, Dan White and Jonny Hughes, have slipped into the ring and are stood behind him. Dave looks momentarily confused about Jack’s words but then you can see a realisation dawn on his face. He grits his teeth and slowly turns around, throwing a wild punch in order to grab himself an unexpected advantage. Unfortunately, his swing misses its target and Shadow gets nailed by simultaneous punches from White and Hughes. The pair then go to work, stomping viciously on Shadow as Jefferson struts slowly down the ramp – his trademark smirk restored.
As Jefferson rolls into the ring he can be seen shouting “Pick him up!” to his stable mates, which they do. Jefferson picks up Dave’s Entertainment Title, enjoying the weight of it in his hands, before he charges forward, driving the title belt into his forehead and sending him slumping to the mat. The three men the proceed to stomp ruthlessly on Dave, who attempts cover up but can’t successfully defend himself against three men. Luckily he doesn’t have to do it all by himself.
Jonny Spade comes charging down the ramp and quickly dives into the ring, clobbering Jefferson with a massive blow before The Empire have even noticed his presence. Jefferson rolls out of the ring and is quickly followed by Dan White and Jonny Hughes as Spade pulls them off Shadow. The three men begin yelling obscenities in Spade’s direction as he tends to his fallen friend but instead of getting into the ring to continue the fight they back hastily up the ramp, Jefferson clutching the back of his head.
Fade to Black
OOC: Credit also goes to Dan White, Jonny Hughes, Dave Shadow and Jonny Spade.[/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2009 17:05:52 GMT -5
”Bloody Mary” Credit: A.C. Evans & Danny Mainer Rumbling along the road in the dead of night is a jet black Ford Transit driving along the dank darkness of ACW Island’s city streets which are like a tangle of noodles with more twists and turns then an Adolf Hunter promo. Though you cannot see through the windows which are as black as the night sky, a young petite woman with auburn hair is at the wheel navigating the island with her dark, deep ocean blue eyes. The driver of the van is of no particular concern though, what is is what’s going on in the back. In the back of the van is a converted living space, with comfortable seats along the wall and speakers adorned the back of the transit is a luxury travelling suite with ice coolers in the arms of the couches for beers and a nice blood red rug to walk on.
In the back is A.C. Evans who is reading Sun Tzu’s classic comedy novel “The Art of War” deep in thought as he analyses the pages. Danny is sat leaning forward, elbows to knees as he tries to analyse the situations in his life and Mary, Queen of The Faith is dressed in an Inspector Gadget black trench coat. The engine rumbles practically silently round a few more corners as the trio in the back seem to be in an awkward silence. This continues for a few moments until Mainer cocks his head towards Mary and asks her a question.Danny Mainer: ”Mary, you know why we’re here right?”Mary: “I believe so. I know what my mission is.” A.C. Evans: ”You’re a good girl Mary… a very good girl and a very devoted member of our cause. Though the cutting of Wayde has saddened you know that this will raise your spirits and that we will move on without him. You have served us well unlike him and we have bigger and better plans for a woman of your talents. Though you have lived a broken and desolate life thus far you have sought the path to redemption and what a gratifying path you have found it to be. To find salvation though you’ll have to look your demons in the eye once again and perform for us the very deeds that made you what you are. Are you able to do that?”Mary: “I have to… seduce this man and obtain his money. Then I will be free, yes?” Danny Mainer: ”That sounds about right… sweet thing. Now you said you’d got something nice to model to us and I’m very looking forward to seeing that. AMELIA! Slow us down a little so we can get the show.”Acting on cue, Amelia the auburn haired driver slows down to say ten miles an hour while Mary gets up from her seat, her trench coat stopping just under her knees. She fumbles with the coat buckle before thrusting it back to reveal a gorgeous set of kneel-high slick dominatrix boots, a black g-string and a push-up bra/corsette. For a prostitute, she looks absolutely gorgeous with those perfect hips and her big pouting lips, her long legs and her blonde hair hanging around her shoulder. Mary looks the shit tonight.Danny Mainer: ”Mmm, mmm, mmm, MMM! Damn. That looks good enough to eat Mary… well at least that’s what Wayde would be saying if it weren’t for the fact that he’ll be eating through a straw now with zero teeth. Amelia, how far are we baby?”Amelia Frost: “Ummm… about a minute I think.” Amelia turns around to look at the group in the back and even she struggles to take her eyes off of Mary until she nearly ploughs into some old man doing a late-night ho run. If he’d seen the sights of the back of this van he’d have an early heart attack. Amelia licks her lips and returns her focus to driving as Mary zips up her coat again. The car pulls to a stop as Amelia shuts the compartment window between the driving space and the back space for the final moments of the journey. The van rounds a corner and A.C. looks at Mary with a dark grin. The van seems to be doing a series of corners followed by upward elevation as it finally reaches its destination. It pulls to a stop.A.C. Evans: ”Tonight Mary you are doing us a grace and favour by doing what you’re doing. YOU are a true disciple of The Faith by helping those less fortunate then yourselves. As a beautiful, strong and independent woman your mission for us tonight will ALSO be your last. This will be the last we’ll ever ask of you for anything.”Outside the van a group of grungy and thugly looking men, more then likely hobo’s are waiting outside with wooden planks, whips, chains and all kinds of other deadly devices glaring hungrily at the side of The Faith’s party van door. There’s at least ten of them just waiting, drool in the corner of the mouth and a glint in their eyes as they await tonight’s unwilling feast. As perverted as they are unwashed, tonight is going to be a good night for all ten of them if their promises are kept as they growl in anticipation like wild dogs waiting for “The Butcher” to throw the meat out. Inside the van A.C. grabs the trench coat and rips it off her as she looks confused while “The Jester” Danny Mainer rests his hands on her shoulders.A.C. Evans: ”Your sacrifice is benefiting a lot of horny, hungry people tonight. When I said there were numerous clients involved, I was not lying. Your work with us is done, we have no more use for Wayde or your services. Russeller is probably dead now bleeding himself to death in a sewage hospital. This is the final stop for you Mary. Goodnight and… enjoy the ride.”The door slides open as Mary’s eyes widen with horror. The open view of the parking lot on its sixth floor WELL out of public sight gets her as the rush of cold sends chills down her spine. Before she can take in the fact she’s being faced with several people Mainer delivers a sharp “SPARTA!” worthy kick to her ass sending her face-planting on the tarmac in front of her. Danny Mainer’s haunting words are all that she hears before the men advance.Danny Mainer: ”Once a whore… always a whore.”And with that, the door slams shut as those inside can only hear the screams of terror from outside. Mary’s eyes widen in fear as she is surrounded by these despicable men and again her screams pierce the night sky as the van drives away leaving her at total mercy as we draw to a fade.FADE [/U][/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2009 17:07:08 GMT -5
“Christine Sixteen” Credit: Yoko Satoshi, Thunderkiss [The lights in the arena begin to turn themselves off one by one. The fans have all trickled out and are now heading home with visions of Dan White and Jake Steele dancing in their heads. ACW talent now joins them, only a good night sleep is what concerns them the most. Thunderkiss is amongst them but his path is quite different. Before he calls it a night, a detour is made to the locker room of a one Miss Satoshi. For countless hours he has been afraid of this moment, afraid of what direction his heart will steer him in. Emotional or physical, he will not back down from any challenge and the time has come for him to make a most consequential decision.] Thunderkiss: Knock, knock.Yuki Satoshi: So how was your night? Thunderkiss: Well, I was attacked by a clone whom I believe was brought in to mess with my head by Dan White, made the Senator’s blood pressure reach critical mass and made Lee Homicide throw a fit over my Kung Fu parody. All in all, another fine day’s work in the life of Thunderkiss. And yours?Yuki Satoshi: ..... [She says nothing. In her eyes there is sadness, but also resolve. She, like her sister, has built a brick wall around her emotions. Leave it to Thunderkiss to smash through it.] Thunderkiss: What’s wrong?Yuki Satoshi: I didn’t know if I would see you again. Tell me, what does your presence mean? [All weekend long he has struggled with his emotions. He has feelings for this girl, make no mistake about it. Yet, the laws of the land push them back with visions of an incarcerated future. Even still, who is deny him of the most important of all human emotions, love. There is no set of bars that can hold Thunderkiss, let alone his heart. He answers her question the only way he knows how. Latching onto her like he bear hugs an opponent, he lifts her to his lips and presses hers against them.] *KISS* Thunderkiss: That’s what it means. Yuki Satoshi: But I thought you said this was wrong? Thunderkiss: And when have I ever worried about something being wrong?Yuki Satoshi: Last week. Thunderkiss: Thanks for crushing my ego.Yuki Satoshi: Us Satoshi’s have a habit of doing that. Thunderkiss: Come on, let me show you a real night on the town.Yuki Satoshi: I’ve already seen the town on this island. There is no way possible that even yourself can “make a night” out of it. Thunderkiss: True, but then again, that isn’t the town that I was talking about, babe.Yuki Satoshi: You don’t mean? And don’t call me “Babe.” Thunderkiss: Yup. Time for you to take a nice little ride on the company plane. Go pack your bags. Yuki Satoshi: But I thought you lost access to it when you *slight pause* you know? Thunderkiss: I did. But I never lost access to the hanger’s keys nor a few favors from the pilot. Yuki Satoshi: You are quite the charmer, aren’t you? Thunderkiss: Yuki, you have no idea.Yuki Satoshi: But I will, won’t it. Thunderkiss: Absolutely. [Hand in hand they venture off into the night. The Thunderkiss/Satoshi era is now amongst us, though no one knows but them. In the shadows this relationship will stay as neither dare risk the court of public opinion getting involved. In the light she will stand by his side and he will do the same for her. In any match or battle, no matter the opponent, the opposing force will now have a new dimension added to their plight for when you cross one, you cross them both. Be worried ACW, be worried indeed.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2009 17:07:35 GMT -5
If You Don’t Know Me By Now.... By Dave Shadow As we cut backstage again, we find ourselves in the ACW Medical room. A doctor dressed in a long white lab coat searches through his presses and cabinets, searching for something. As he does, the door opens behind him. Dave Shadow walks in, clutching the back of his head, his face starting to bruise. The doctor turns round and stares over his glasses at him. Dave lets a little laugh out; trying to act cool but failing miserably.Dave: Me again. The doctor sighs before closing the doors of the cabinet. Dave closes the door behind him as well, as the doctor motions for him to sit on the bed. He throws the Entertainment title down at the end of the bed before hoping up onto it himself. He sits forward, as the doctor pulls a torch out of his pocket. He starts looking into Dave’s eyes...Doctor: Any pain? Dave: No, the beating left me feeling really good.Doctor: You know what I mean Dave. Dave: Bit. Mainly in the front, but it’s external. I don’t think it’s anything serious, but you know it’s part of my contract to get checked out just in case. It’s more a case of hurt pride.Doctor: Yeah. Well, see how you’re feeling tonight, and if there’s still pain there tomorrow, come back and see me. Dave nods and hops down off the bed. As he grabs his belt and turns to head for the door though, the Doctor puts a hand on Dave’s arm. Dave arches his eyebrow, and looks at him. Doctor: Listen Dave. I know its not really my place to point this out, but you’ve been getting yourself beaten down a lot recently. You can’t keep taking hits like this one. Sooner or later, something serious is going to happen and then there won’t be any jokes in the world which will make me clear you to wrestle. Dave: What’s that supposed to mean, Doc?Doctor: It means that if you keep taking blows to the head to the extent you have been, then sooner or later, one is going to do some serious damage, and I’ll be forced to tell ACW staff you can’t compete. Dave: Thanks for the vote of confidence doc. You’re making it sound as if I’m inviting these beatings on myself.Doctor: Going up against the Empire, maybe you are? Dave: So what? I should just give up? I should just let Jack and his buddies do what they want? Take what they want? Sorry, but that’s not going to happen.Doctor: I understand, but there’s better ways to do these things. Hell, even in a wrestling match. At least then, there’s a referee to stop the match if anything bad happens. One of these times, they’re going to start a beat down and no one is going to come and save you Dave. What would have happened if Spade hadn’t made the save tonight, huh? You think they’d have been happy with giving you a little bump on the head? Dave hangs his head; as much as he may hate hearing it, he knows what the doctor is saying is true. His silence gives the doctor the answer he needs.Doctor: They would have kept going until you couldn’t have gotten up. They would have ended your career if they could have. And why? For some pride? Dave: Listen doc, I get it. I do. The sentiment is recognised and thanks for caring about me. It’s touching. But this isn’t about titles any more. This isn’t about winning matches. This is a war now, and they’ve just launched a major attack on me. Doctor: So now what then? You retaliate? Things going to escalate? Dave shrugs; he can’t deny it. Doctor: What does that solve? Dave: Revenge solves a lot of things. Or at least, it makes me happy. Jack. Jonny. Dan. They need to be taught a lesson. They need to see actions have consequences. The doctor sighs.Doctor: There’s no talking you out of this then? Dave: Afraid not. Doctor: I guess I’ll just stay on standby for the next few shows then, shall I? Earn my pay cheque? Dave smiles and laughs. He puts his hand on the doc’s shoulder.Dave: Doc, before I’m done with The Empire, you and the coroner will have plenty of work to be keeping you busy.Dave winks and heads out the door, holding the back of his head again. The doc is left alone in his room again, as he hangs his head and sighs.Doctor: This is not going to end well.... [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2009 17:07:58 GMT -5
Segment: Red Carpet Rundown (Credit: Train/Hollywood Mach)
We open outside of some big theater with a bunch of people lined up along a velvet rope. A red carpet is thrown down going from the street to the theater front doors. Many members of the press are there, TMZ, ET, and all those other abbreviations nobody SHOULD care about. The crowd in attendance suddenly starts to cheer as a limo pulls up in front of the red carpet. The chauffeur runs around the side and opens the door. Out steps Hollywood Mach with a lovely looking woman by his side. He steps out and waves to the crowd. The camera flash as the International Champion walks, his championship title strapped over his shoulder.
Hollywood: We are gonna have some fun tonight baby![/color]
Fan 1: WE LOVE YOU RANDY!
Fan 2: MAKE LOVE TO ME RANDY!
Fan 3: YEEEEEEEEEAH!
Hollywood Mach goes around and signs a few autographs and poses for a few pictures. He moves around to the Entertainment Tonight people.
Entertainment Tonight Person: Randy, what a great premier for your new movie Chase to Warlock Cove. How do you feel right now?
Hollywood: I'm feeling pretty excited. We worked really hard on this movie and I hope that the fans will be able to watch it and enjoy it. I mean working with people like Samuel Jackson, Dwayne Johnson and Brad Pitt was quite fun![/color]
Entertainment Tonight Person: Well that's great. Hope you have a good premier!
Hollywood: Thanks. I am hoping that also, jabrone! Now get outta The Mach's way....hes got lots of poontang to get crackin' down on if ya know what I mean!
Hollywood Mach then moves onto some other paparazzi interviews down the red carpet. The camera flashes haven't stopped. However, off camera we see a man get out of a jeep with a trench coat and sunglasses and a hat on. He is a very large man and he approaches the other paparazzi members.
Paparazzi Loser 1: Randy! This movie is awesome!
Hollywood: You bettah believe this movies good pipsqueak! It's CAUSE OF THE MACH THAT ITS GOOD!
Paparazzi Loser 2: What is your next project going to be?
Hollywood: Well, I have a few more movies coming out this year. I hope that Johnny Bravo movie works out hehehe, YEAH!
Paparazzi Loser 3, 4, 5, 6: RANDY! OVER HERE! WE NEED PICTURES! RANDY! RANDY!
The trench coat man in the back raises his hand up. Mach motions for him to get closer to the front and the man does so. Mach shakes the man's hand then awaits his question.
Hollywood: The Mach knows manners when he sees them brud! You may speak, The Mach has allowed it...now what do you ask?
Man: I have a quick question for you.
Hollywood: Well...go on...
Man: How is gonna feel when Thunder Train kicks your ass for your title?
Hollywood: Hohohoho, Well that is a very interesting question, but the answer is very simple: Whether I be the winner winner winner, OR THE DELUXE CHICKEN DINNER - IT DON'T MATTAH! Train can't and won't beat me. Sure, he got lucky in that cage match - But that fat piece of shit won't be able to keep me down when that title is on the line! On Warfare I face The Senator - one of the greatest technical athletes of our TIME! Just like I did with Train, Snake, Steele and Kiss: I will remain the champion! I will show the WORLD what its like to see a champion run the show, unlike that poor excuse Jake Steele!
Paparazzi loser number...shit where was I?: That's right! Randy is the best.
Man: That's very funny. I beg to differ.
Hollywood: Well of course you do. From the looks of you, you are a fat asshole just like that Train. I bet you are probably a part of Train's "CAR"s! Jiggly jiggly your chubby candy ass on down to the corner mart, buy yourself a deep fried wonton pizza, do the dirty - AND STAY OUTTA HOLLYWOOD, BITCH-ASS!
There's a pause. RDK takes off his sunglasses and cocks an eyebrow, the man speaks....
Man: Actually, I'm a bit better than that.
The man springs up and jumps over the rope and attacks Mach. The whole crowd goes insane and security runs over to try and stop the man. The man pushes them off and his hat falls off. It's Thunder Train! Train, now that his identity is revealed, throws off the trench coat and sunglasses and continues to attack Mach. He begins to punch his face with stiff shots. He stands up and grabs something from his pocket, it's brass knuckles. He takes them and starts to hit Mach even more.
Train: How do you like me know Mach?!? Huh?!?
Train grabs the head of Mach and pulls him up. He shows to everyone with a camera Mach's bleeding head. The camera's flash and Train gives a goofy look to go along with it.
Train: Ladies and gentlemen, remember this day! The day that Randy Kanyon was attacked on his own premier and not even his crack team of security could stop me.
Train throws Mach's head down and runs over to the limo that was recently parked there. He jumps in just as security tries to grab his leg. Train kicks them off and slams the door. The limo goes speeding away, followed by a few cop cars. An assortment of people run to Mach and begin to take care of him. They wipe the blood off of his face to reveal a sour look. Train has gotten revenge for the embarrassment bestowed upon him by doing the same to Mach. This feud was once just about a championship, but now, its personal.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2009 17:08:24 GMT -5
"PICK UP" By: A.C. Evans and Danny Mainer We fade up to the scene of The Faith in the same van we saw them in last. Evans smirks as he drives alone the very dark road. His face has no expression whatsoever. He stops suddenly. Before anyone can ask why they've stopped, Evans turns around and looks at Mainer and his newfound "friend" A.C. EVANS: We're picking up someone..[/color] They both nod their head as Evans grins. Evans moves towards the back of the van and slides the door open. From an alleyway a figure is slowly seen walking towards the van. The shadows cover him entirely. He walks slowly. Another figure is seen running up behind him. In the most bad ass fashion, the first figure reaches into his coat and pulls out a pistol. Not even turning around, he just shoots the gun and the second person falls to their knees and screams out in agony. The first shadow continues to walk towards the van as we switch back to the view inside of the van. A.C. EVANS: Yes...[/color] Evans slides the door open fully and before him stands Jeremiah Lynch. Lynch grins as flips his hair back. A.C. EVANS: Welcome home...[/color] Lynch grins as he enters the van. Evans climbs up to the passenger seat and starts the van once again. Within seconds, the van peels out into darkness.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2009 17:09:23 GMT -5
Match 6: ACW Heavyweight Championship - Chain Match Jake Steele vs. Dan White (Credit: Dan White) Philip: The following match is a CHAIN MATCH, for the ACW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!Massive pop from the crowd.McNally: Now this is the main event, and what a main event we have!Edison: Oh man, I can't wait!ALLOW ME TO REINTRODUCE MYSELF!
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I'M A HUSTLER’S HUSTLER A GANGSTER’S GANGSTER I'M A RAPPER’S 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. He moves away from the stage and struts down the ramp and into the ring, posing for his people. He then climbs up, giving the title belt to the referee RAF, who in turn begins to attach that chain to his arm.[/i][/b] Philip: In the ring, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing at 234 lbs...He is the World Champion, Jake Steele!McNally: He looks confident, Eddie, but what a match to start off your first run as champion.Edison: Indeed, and this is a match full of intens-ANARCHY!!!!!! ”Anarchy in the UK” by The Sex Pistols hits, and even as the first “Anarchy” hits, the fans go batshit mental as Dan White walks out through the curtain. He claps his hands, ready for action, and walks down to the ring, with a pretty simplistic light show, and no pyros. He walks down the ramp, and close to the fans, not shaking their hands, but close enough so they have the chance to touch greatness. He enters the ring, where he warms up at the ropes, and climbs a turnbuckle, throwing his arms in the air and beating this chest. He may do that on one or two of the other turnbuckles, before jumping down and allowing the referee to attach the chain.Philip: And the challenger, from Cardiff, Wales, weighing at 244 lbs....”The Welsh Dragon” Dan White!McNally: And there's a man who needs this win. He's denied the existence of Steele for such a long time, but now it's time to face the facts.Edison: Plus, if he doesn't win, he never gets a title shot again, according to Gingerdude!The two brothers stare each other out as the bell rings, and RAF allows the two to come forward. But they don't do so, not quite yet anyways, and the stare out between the duo is immense. The fans start to get extremely loud, cheering on both men, with all that's separating them being a crude, rusty chain. Dan then breaks the tension, pulling back hard and as a result forcing Steele towards him, and he begins to beat on the World champion with his stronger left hand, raising a pop from the crowd. Normally, several closed-fist punches would be grounds for a referee interference, but not in this match; anything goes here. And Jake Steele takes that as the memo for the match, responding with a block and a few punches of his own, with the fans getting behind him. He forces Dan against the ropes, but Dan has a trick up his sleeve. He drops to the floor, grabbing the chain and pulling it hard around Steele's legs. Steele falls forwards, choking his neck on the ropes and bouncing back up. Dan quickly responds by grabbing him around the head and planting him with a Reverse DDT, garnering a pop from the crowd. Dan gets back to his feet, and brings Steele up. He throws his younger brother into a corner, and starts to through some tough jabs into the jaw, trying to wear him down as fiercely as he possibly can. McNally: Dan White really giving it there to SteeleEdison: Like I said, he needs to win this match, and he'll be looking to wear his opponent down as best as he can.Dan brings Steele out, and having taken the early advantage in this match, attempts to wear him down even further by grabbing him around the neck, and to a pop from the crowd signals for a Spinechiller. But Steele grabs Dan, reversing it into a Tiger Suplex to a pop from the audience. The crowd are equally split for both men; many don't want Steele to lose the title just weeks after winning it, but others want to see a title range on free TV, especially Dan's first ever World title win. Steele rolls Dan over, but doesn't go for the pin – he knows that it's not time to take his challenger down, not yet anyways. Instead, he climbs to his feet and pulls the 5-foot chain up, forcing a rather groggy Welshman up to his feet. He throws another punch to the face, which forces Dan to stumble back. But being heavier than Steele, it means that Steele jolts forwards, and Dan has just enough sense in him to capitalise, whacking a stiff kick to the stomach, doubling him over. Dan then follows up with a Swinging Neckbreaker, bringing the champion down. Dan takes a time to catch his breath, with the match and the pressure of the match combined taking him somewhat by surprise. But he manages to roll over, looking at his opponent, his brother, and makes the first cover of the match: ONE... TWO... Kickout by Jake Steele. McNally: Well Dan's got the first cover of the match; that's a big psychological point to the Welshman.Edison: Technically they're both Welsh, Max.Dan sighs as he picks Steele up, but subconsciously he must have known that he couldn't have won the World Title with just that. He Irish Whips Steele, but due to the chain and Dan's extra weight, Steele snags on the metal, falling to the ground in a seated position, which Dan follows up with a brutal kick to the back. Steele screams out in agony, and there's a feeling that he's going to make one of the shortest reigns in ACW history. Dan lifts him back up, but Steele kicks backwards, catching Dan right in the thigh. Dan attempts to limp off, but due to the chain he's not going anywhere, and he's forced to walk towards Steele, who takes him down with a Running Elbow Smash. Dan is on the floor and already he looks like he's been in a war, or at least 12 rounds with a peaked Mike Tyson. Steele just wants to retain his belt, and he wants that bad. He lifts Dan up, and starts whacking him with some Booker T-style chops, each one drawing the blood vessels full of human motor oil, and each one sending Dan further into agony. After six or seven of these, Steele pauses, and throws his arms up into the air, garnering a pop from the majority of the crowd. He then lifts Dan up into a Rock Bottom, but lands it into a Backbreaker. Dan screams out again with pain, but it's clear that he expected this sort of fight from Steele. McNally: Stunning move by Steele! He's shown what a champion is truly made of!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2009 17:09:53 GMT -5
Steele again doesn't go for the pin, having not yet made a cover in this match. But he's got a different plan, instead just wear Dan down to the point that he's got absolutely no energy left in the match, and not waste his own energy making covers. So he picks the Welsh Dragon up, and throws him into the turnbuckle, which Dan crashes into with some force. Jake Steele then takes the chain, wrapping his right fist in it and he starts to welt Dan in the face, generating some shocks from the crowd. And the shock factor increases tenfold as Dan's face quickly becomes a pulp of blood, flesh, and dark skin, and it's not long before he sports a crimson mask, covering his face completely. Steele allows Dan to step out of the turnbuckle and he does so, but only to stumble forwards and Flair flop, to a pop from the crowd. Steele then points to the turnbuckle, and a cheer goes up. He starts to climb it, but realises that he's not going to make it to the top. Regardless, he goes up to the second rope, waiting for Dan to get to his feet. The self-proclaimed “Mr. Omega Effect” does so, but extremely hastily, swaying from side to side, and whatever Steele has planned could well end the match. Steele does indeed leap off the top rope with a clothesline planned, with the Dai-Chan Bomber. A huge pop then goes out, but not from Steele's fans, as Dan steps to one side, grabbing Steele's arm and locking him into the FUJIWARA ARMBAR!!
McNally: WHAT A REVERSAL BY DAN WHITE!!! Edison: Brilliant! He's gonna win the title, surely!!!
Dan locks in the very move that ended Josh Robertson's career, and there's a real sense that the Welsh Dragon could end the match now, and Jake Steele looks like he's cracking; he certainly didn't expect this, and if he had hit that clothesline then the match may looked as good as over anyways. It could be over, but not in the way he thought. Dan attempts to lock in the headscissors, which would provide an inaccessible hold for Steele to try and get out of, but Steele continues to fight, using his free hand to whack the legs as much as he can. Dan meanwhile continues to apply pressure to the arm hold, but with each increasing moment it looks like Steele is about to break the hold, and eventually he does so, with Dan losing his grip, to the frustration of both himself and all of his fans in the arena. He gets to his feet, but not before grabbing the majority of the chain and whacking it hard against Steele's back. A cry goes out as a one-inch portion of his back splits open, and blood begins to pour out. Both men are now bleeding, and it's a testament to the sort of match that both men are fighting. Dan grabs Steele and attempts to go for the Equaliser, but Steele elbows Dan in the head, turning around and following the initial elbow up with a Bionic Elbow, sending Dan crashing to the floor.
McNally: Nice reversal there by Steele! Edison: There's just no telling who's going to win this match, Max
He still avoids the pin, instead lifting Dan up to his feet. He has a different plan to go for this time. He hoists Dan up to his feet, and begins to wrap the chain around his neck. This piques the fans' curiosity, but it's apparent what he aims to go for, as he grabs Dan's arm in an attempt to lock in the 338, a Crippler Crossface, with the chain around his neck making the move an extremely dangerous one! Clearly there's a pop from the crowd, as Dan tries to grab the ropes close by to him, but to little avail. Steele applies the pressure on even further, screaming out with sheer effort as he tries to finish this brutal match off. But Dan will simply not tap out, not in a match like this. He'd rather pass out through the pain. But he makes one more attempt to grab the ropes, and yet again it's to no avail. It's pretty hard to notice, what with all the blood covering his face, but he's slowly beginning to turn blue with the lack of oxygen that the chain is giving him. But there's one final trick up his sleeve. He uses his feet to push up, and it begins to work. Steele keeps applying pressure, but Dan is almost perpendicular, resting on the back of his neck, and he finally falls onto his opponent, forcing Steele to break the hold and release the chain, to a mixture of cheers and disappointment from the crowd.
McNally: Dan got out of that one, but for a long time it looked like the innovative Steele had the win!
Jake shakes his head with annoyance and frustration. Just what is it going to take to beat Dan White? Well, it looks like he's at the end of his tether, and he climbs to his feet. He walks over to the edge of the ring, and climbs out. He then has to pull Dan, who's laid out on the floor, closer towards the ropes in order to get what he desires. He pulls the ring apron up, smirking, and grabbing a steal chair, to the delights of the crowd. We cut to the challenger, and there are bruises beginning to form on his neck as a result of the chain that was so tightly enclosing his throat. However he looks on at Jake Steele, and notices the steal chair in his hand. Steele slips the chair into the ring, but Dan then grabs the chain, pulling it hard and as a result, Steele smacks his head against the ringpost, slumping against it. Dan pulls the chain again, and Steele is forced arm-first into the ring, with blood being shown dripping down his forehead and onto the mat. Dan lifts Steele up, and lifts him into a Suplex hold. He threads Steele between the middle and top rope via his feet, and plants him with the Cardiff Neckbreaker. The move is incredibly emphatic as Steele slumps back into the ring, and Dan drops to his knees, rolling him over, and pulling up the leg into a cover:
ONE....
TWO....
Kickout by Jake Steele!
McNally: I believe that's the first time we've seen that move, but it still wasn't enough to beat Steele! Edison: It's a classic, Max. A sheer classic. And the best thing is, those fans at home don't even have to pay for it!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2009 17:10:28 GMT -5
Dan rolls off Steele with a sigh; the match isn't even close to being over. Not yet. It's going to be something pretty important to win this match. Dan lifts Steele up, and clubs him with a couple of forearms into the face, each one knocking Steele back. But Steele responds with his own boxing-style jabs, causing the bloodflow on Dan's face to increase more and more, and the more blood he loses, the more delirious he's going to get. Steele takes Dan down to a knee with a couple of particularly powerful shots, looking to make sure that his first title defence isn't his last. But Dan responds with a strong uppercut to the chin, taking Steele by surprise. He stumbles back, spinning around having been knocked sideways, but Dan isn't done yet. He approaches Steele, only to be kicked in the side with a Whirlwind Kick. Stumbling to the floor, Dan's in a vulnerable position, and Steele wants to plant the RIGHT IN YO' FACE. But there's only one problem: the chain is too small to develop a run up! Steele sighs with complete dejection, as he picks Dan White up. He throws another punch, but the Welshman manages to duck it, turning Steele around and planting him with The STUNT BOMB!!!
McNally: Stunt Bomb connects! Stunt Bomb connects! Edison: He's done it!!
There's a monumental pop as Dan delivers his staple finishing move, but he's absolutely flat out, completely knackered from the match, and he's unable to even drag an arm over his foe. The crowd are egging him on, hoping that he can drag an arm, a hand, a finger over his opponent, but there's no response from the Welsh Dragon, who's absolutely out of it. Steele then begins to move, but it's almost like an involountary twitch, which indicates that any form of pinfall would indeed finish the match off for good. Chants start to break out between the fans of Jake Steele, and Dan White, showing that both men are heavily supported in this match, and that just about every single person in the arena has a man whom they want to win. And it's Dan White that does indeed stir first, to cheers from the crowd. He slowly rolls over, painfully over the chain, which digs hard into his already battered back. He looks at him opponent, sighing heavily, and slumping an arm over.
ONE...
TWO...
THR-Kickout by Jake Steele!!
McNally: Ooooof! So close! But when you consider the amount of time it took for Dan to pin him... Edison: Either way, Steele kicked out of White's finisher! He won't be pleased.
The commentators are right: We're not getting a new World champion, not just yet. Dan rolls off his brother with a deep sigh, knowing that he doesn't have much left in the tank. It's then Jake Steele who is the first man to stir, with the kickout implying that he's on a second (or third, or fourth) wind. He slowly drags himself over to the ropes, using them as an aid to climb up. Once on his feet, he turns around to look at Dan, and he smirks a little. He goes over, stomping the Welsh Dragon with his right foot. It's descended to this, an all out pure fight for the World title, and it looks like Jake Steele has got the overwhelming advantage. He stomps Dan several times, eight or nine times, and he looks like the red mist has well and truly taken over his body. His teeth are clenched, and there's something not quite right with the champion. But as he continues stomping, there's suddenly a massive pop from the crowd. Reacting to them, Jake Steele turns around, seeing The Royles making their way down the ramp!
McNally: What the-what the hell are those two doing here?! Edison: Oh man, I can see this turning into a full blown war!!
The Royles stand on the outside of the ring, taunting Jake Steele, who isn't ready to take any of their shit. He goes over to the ropes, pointing at them and telling them to clear off back to the backstage area. But The Royles hit back, pointing at Steele and threatening him. Steele shakes his head as he shouts insults at the duo, which sparks Biggin to take a step forwards. McGroin holds him back, but Steele does a motion to bring it on. The Royles, however, smirk as they take a couple of steps back, piquing Steele's curiosity. His curiosity is measured out in a most brutal revelation, as Dan crawls over and delivers a low blow to the champion!!
McNally: Low blow!! Low blow to the World Champion!!
There's a massive pop as Steele gets whacked in the the groin, and Dan crawls back over, grabbing a steel chair and prepping it in the middle of the ring. Steele turns around and Dan grabs him, delivering a massive STUNT BOMB onto the chair!!! There's a large pop from the majority of the crowd, as the heavily bloodied Dan White rolls Steele over and makes the cover:
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
.......Or not.
Edison: DAAAAAAAAAAAANGGGGGGGGGGGEEEEERRRR-wait, what?!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 16, 2009 17:11:09 GMT -5
Because for some reason, Dave Shadow has jumped over the crowd barricade and pulled the referee RAF out of the ring!! There's a lot of confusion as to why he's done this, but it can only be explained by the motion of revenge, after The Empire attacked him earlier on this evening. Either way, he slides into the ring, as a bemused and angry Dan White staggers to his feet. His eyebrows are furrowed, yet with the amount of blood he's lost in this match, he's in no state to question Shadow. And Shadow, without hesitation, plants the Welsh Dragon with the FUTURE ENDEAVOUR'D!!!
McNally: DAVE SHADOW CONNECTS WITH THE FUTURE ENDEAVOUR'D!! Edison: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?! THIS IS SHEER MADNESS!!!
He then drapes Jake Steele over the unconscious Dan White, before sliding out the ring and throwing RAF back in, and the refereee makes the count:
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
Philip: Here is your winner....and STILL ACW World Champion, Jake Steele!!
McNally: Jake Steele wins the match! What a match! What a finish! And he's still World Champion! Edison: I know, Max, but there's so many questions to be asked now! Why Shadow? Why did The Royles get involved? What does Dan have to say about all this?!
There's a huge pop as the bell goes and "Ain't I" by Jay-Z hits the PA System, but they can't help like the match has been soured somewhat by the actions of both The Royles and Dave Shadow in this match. Regardless, Steele doesn't care as he's helped up to his feet with the assistance of the ropes and the referee, and hoists his title up in the air. The referee then proceeds to unlock the chain from his arm, as the camera pans to the top of the stage, with Dave Shadow confidently nodding his head in approval. He then turns around and begins to walk through the curtain to the backstage, as the referee unlocks the chain from Dan's wrist, and he slips out of the ring in a pretty quiet fashion.
For now, it's all about Jake Steele. He's been able to defeat his brother, and he climbs the turnbuckle, holding the belt above his head. He's bleeding from his head and his back, but that doesn't deter him from celebrating victory. In fact, it just adds to the desire to flaunt his win, and he jumps off, holding his belt on his shoulder as he limps across the ring diagonally, climbing up to another turnbuckle, and again throwing his belt up, to a loud pop from the crowd.
Maxwell McNally: What a war those two put each other through here Eddie. This is one to go down in the record books, for sure.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: The blood, the emotion, the chains - my god the chains! Jake Steele had to fight against Dan White and The Royles to keep his championship here tonight Maxie! And with just a little help from Dave Shadow, he is indeed STILL our ACW Heavyweight Champion!
Jake Steele groggily steps down from off the turnbuckle and grasp the title to his side as he raises one arm in the air. He nods to all of the people proud of his win, as he slips out of the ring. He begins walking up the ramp with his head down, looking at his gold with pride. His smile is dominant with the fact that not only has he another day to be champ, but also knowing that he defeated his brother, and ultimately his attacker. We're all but about to fade off into the night on this high note with Steele getting his justice and proving his worth as Champion...
...But then again, that just isn't how ACW works.
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