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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 19, 2009 16:09:33 GMT -5
Eye for an Eye, Tooth for a Tooth By Dave Shadow As we cut backstage, we find Dave Shadow standing in front of some monitors, the Entertainment Title over his shoulder. He is not dressed in his wrestling gear, but rather in jeans and a green leather jacket. With his hair tied back, Dave looks ready for a fight. Mickey Cole stands beside him, microphone in hand...Cole: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time it is my pleasure to present that current Entertainment Champion...Dave Shadow. The crowd out in the arena cheer loudly, as Dave looks proud of himself. A genuine smile spreads across his face, as they wait for the crowd reaction to die back down.Cole: Dave, last week on Warfare, you got involved in the World Title match between Jake Steele and Dan White. I guess the obvious thing to ask you right now is....why? Dave: Isn’t the answer as obvious as the question Cole? Dan White is a member of the group of jackasses that call themselves “The Empire”. In the last few weeks, the Empire have stolen my title belt, assaulted me, and only a week ago, Dan White attacked me when we were having a nice casual chat in the ring. He hit me with that Stunt Bomb, and he practically invited me to cost him the title. Cole: So this is personal with White? Dave: Not just White. He’s only one of the three men who have been trying to make life miserable for me in recent weeks. Really, my main problem is with Jefferson. He took my title. He vandalised my title. And then he had the cheek to walk round with my stolen, vandalised title belt around his waist as if he had earned it somehow. I got my title back from Jefferson. That was only a small measure of revenge. I wanted to take something away from the Empire, just like they took the Entertainment title away from me. And since they don’t actually have any titles of their own to actually take away from them, I did the next best thing. I cost Dan what he wanted most, and in the process, I cost the Empire a crown jewel.Cole: So it was all about revenge? Dave: In biblical terms, it was an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. In philosophical terms, it was one for one. In physical terms, it was a case of that for every action, there is an equal but opposite reaction. Regardless, I want the Empire to know that what happened last week was not a random act of violence against them, but rather a lesson. I wanted to show them that there are consequences for actions, and I hope they see that now.Cole: So, what’s next then Dave? Dave: Well, as I see it, now we’re even. But that’s not saying that this is the end of the war between us and them. No, things never end that easily in this business. Now, a challenge has been issued. See, me and Spade are going to be waiting outside in the car park once this show is over. We’ll be more than happy to end this there and then. We’re not the type of people who are going to wait for a sanctioned match. We’re more than happy to head outside and settle this like men. Just us and the Empire. Mano et mano....et mano....et mano...oh you get the point. Empire! You want us, then we aren’t going to be hiding from you for much longer. You want to go round running your mouths and claiming to be better than you actually are? Fine. The challenge has been laid down. And if I know you three, you won’t turn it down. You’ll be out there after the show. There’s going to be some trouble tonight Cole.Dave pats Cole on the shoulder and walks off camera. Cole looks after him with a worried look on his face, knowing that this could very well end quite badly tonight.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 19, 2009 16:10:05 GMT -5
Mischief Maker Credit: Danny Mainer It’s early on in the night before the show begins and everyone, crew members and wrestlers alike are piling into the ring to prepare for tonight’s episode of Meltdown. In the car park of the ACW arena all is quiet with only a few vehicles being in the area and clearly going against his promise he made a few weeks ago Danny Mainer walks out of the fire escape doors with a snake-head cane clutched in right hand with the black and silver diamond over his right eye looking the Jesteriffic part. To complete his outfit he’s wearing black cargo pants and a shirt with a white poncho and his Panama hat finished off with some fat-ass chunky stomping boots which thump along the tarmacced ground of the ACW car park as he makes sets his sights on Chris Phenomenal’s car.
The shiny (car type) is parked backwards so that Chris has a smooth glide out of the arena and is right near the fire escape doors for style and lack of walking. Danny had to wait a while because when Chris comes normally people are waiting to see him and Danny didn’t wanna attempt what he was about to do with an entourage of screaming interviewers and cameramen around. So, without further adieur Danny looks around casually checking for any randomers who may be watching. Danny then casually yet powerfully jabs the base of his cane on a specific spot of the hood which causes it to click and pop upwards. Mainer licks his lips and rubs his hands together for warmth as he prepares to make some minor adjustments.Danny Mainer: ”They should really spend more money and effort investing in bonnet security and not internal security. Sure, nobody may be able to break into your car without the alarms going off and the insides spraying a toxic gas in your face but any Tom, Dick and Danny can just wander in, re-write your will and mess with your car so the brakes fail and you slam at break neck pace into a wall. That of course then means I can turn around and say “Why’d Chris Phenomenal cross the road?” to which I’d then reply “Because I cut his brake wire” and everyone would ROAR with laughter... But I’ve got better intentions then that.”Danny squats a little and examines the engine of the car before finding a nice chunky bit of metal to hide something under. Danny reaches to his belt and unhooks a small burlap sack and drops it in front of him. He opens it up and pulls out a small square device the length of a kinder egg and presses a series of buttons onto it before clipping it onto the metal surface hiding it amongst the labyrinth of pipes and pistons. Danny then draws a second little gizmo from the sack, a tracking device and applies it to the underside of the hood completely unnoticeable in and among with the rest of it, even painted the same colour. Danny then slams the hood shut and looks around to see if he can raise anymore Hell.Danny Mainer: ”Hmm, what can I do in an entire parking lot full of the most wealthy sports entertainers in the business with their fabulous cars, bitches and hoes and boats? I can fuck with people! That’s what.”Using the pimp cane to give him an elegant swagger he walks around surveying the estate like he’s the lord of the land. He sees a dark maroon moped and gets a wicked idea as he knows who it belongs to and what to do with it. This is the travelling vehicle of one Charlotte King and if Ray was to hear that he’d done something well he’d laugh his ass off and drink another shot of whiskey before returning to his complex back on the human psyche. Danny could at the basic of levels just kick it over or he could slash the tires but Danny has a much better idea then that. He unscrews the oil lid and draws a box of matches from his cargo pants pocket, Danny then uses the scratch to light it and he quickly drops it into the oil chute. Danny then turns and sprints as fast as his leg can carry him before vaulting over the top of a black Lexus and ducking on the other side like a soldier who’s just been shot at by The Vietcong.Danny Mainer: ”MAYDAY! MAYDAY! Hahahahahahaha!”BOOM! The bike explodes into itty bitty bits taking out some of the windows on the cars next to it. Sensing a presence though as the fire escape doors open his eyes dart around like lightning trying to find the nearest exit. Spotting an open ventilation shaft on the wall just out of reach above a dumpster Mainer gets up and sprints to it launching himself from the ground to the top of the dumpster before wall-running and grabbing a hold of the ledge. He then climbs into the shaft and pulls it shut behind him as some random tech-workers walk in to see the fiery remains of Charlotte King’s bike. Mainer watches them gasp in shock but then he turns and climbs his way through the maze of shafts as the screen turns to black.FADE
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 19, 2009 16:10:49 GMT -5
Title: Preparing for WAR!!! sorta Credit: Chris Phenomenal, Hollywood Mach and Rawt
No matter where you travel it seems as if locker rooms always seem the same. They have the faint odour of gym socks, white washed walls yellowed in certain spots. Sometimes there is a hole or two in the drywall where someone has lost there temper and taken it out on the framework. Yet in ACW there is one locker room that isn’t like that. It isn‘t the one for all the generic wrestlers, the Jon Robertson’s of the world. It isn’t the one that adds the faint odour of old, skanky grandmothers, bad teeth and tea like The Empires. It isn’t the one with the big round flesh coloured chair in the corner, actually that’s just Thunder Train but it still isn’t the locker room of the Road Steelers. Instead it smells of victory, success, prestige and a faint whiff of a 19 year old blond with a tight ass thanks to Chris Phenomenal’s late night action. It is the locker room of the greatest thing to happen since Sliced Bread, the Mega Star Alliance. In the corner by the doorway is Rawt, ever focused on inflicting pain upon anyone who doth cross his path. Against the far wall, with a chair leaning on it’s back to legs is Chris Phenomenal, a sly smirk upon face. In a large armchair is the leader of the esteemed faction, the five time International Champion and holder of over one hundred victories in an ACW ring, Hollywood Mach himself. Everything seems normal until all of the sudden Chris reaches behind him and pulls out an old leather hockey mask, similar to that as worn by Jacques Plante.
Chris: Woo, look at me. My name is the Exemplar and I come out to do what is right. I wear a big sweaty mask trying to make me look like Yokoberg because that’s the only way anyone will ever be afraid of me. I am a pasty white failed rockstar, with greasy hair and bacne, so Mega Star Alliance you best watch out or I’ll sing to you, a fate worse than death.[/i]
WCW enters the locker room shaking his head
WCW: Chris, what are you prattling on about. We’re trying to formulate a game plan to take down The Road Steelers tonight.
Chris turns around, stuffs something up his shirt - and then looks back at WCW.
Chris: I’m not Chris, I’m Thunder Train, OM NOM NOM. I’m always hungry and when I walk to the ring I knock everyone in the front row out as my fat ass goes back and forth. I stole Hollywood’s academy award because I deserved to be in Brokeback Mountian instead of Heath Ledger. Everything he has should be mine, and I’m jealous of all his success. My only claim to fame is holding the world Hot Dog eating record for well, I NEVER HELD THAT EITHER!
Wilcox throws his documents on the floor in frustration at Chris' silly actions.
WCW: Damnit Chris, I didn’t advise Hollywood to bring you on board with this project just for you to joke around. I saw you as a serious threat and with that Spongebob pillow up your shirt I don’t think anyone can take you seriously.
Chris pulls out the pillow, but then pulls out some hand gestures.
Chris: Stop calling me Chris, itzLEEyuhBitch. I’m a ruff rider from the hood, I am Chinese, My raps are as weak as Andrew Bynum’s knees, please, I’m as ill as fuck, I completely suck, your ass is mine, I ain’t got the time, I keep flowing while I polish my nine, I bust a gat wearing my funky hat, you see me walking, I know you shat, word up mother fucker.
The Mega Star Alliance locker room is dead silent, six eyes staring blankly at Chris.
Chris: What, I’m from the hood I can flow.
Hollywood: Sure Brud, but now can we seriously focus on our match at hand.[/color]
Rawt: Why don’t we just go down there and kick there sorry asses. We don’t need any strategy.
WCW: I didn’t bring YOU on board to think. This isn’t a simple tag team match though guys, it’s elimination style. We could end up three on one and if that’s the case then we need to be certain of what we are going to do.
Hollywood: That isn’t going to happen though WCW, at the end of the night it’s going to be three Mega Stars, and zero Road Steelers. There is no if, ands, or buts. When we go out there tonight we get a lot of quick tags, keep our men fresh in the ring and cut it in half. We get Thunder Train first, then the rest is gravy. We take their strongest men out first in case something happens that is beyond our control. Sound good with everyone?[/color][/i]
Phenomenal pounds a fist into his other hand.
Chris: I want to start this and take out Thunder Train. A pin fall over him would vault me even further to the top.
WCW: You’ll get your shot at Thunder Train somewhere along the line. It’s good to see that fire, I like that.
Rawt: I just want to kick some ass out there.
Hollywood: That’s all you ever want to do Brud.[/color]
Rawt: I’m a simple man, the more pain I inflict on Thunder Nuts and his band of merry men, the better. It’s like I’m a vampire and their pain is my blood.
Chris: Is there something I should know?[/I]
Chris looks at Rawt with a confused look.
WCW: Chris, it’s just a metaphor.
Chris: Speaking to the uneducated here…
WCW: A comparison not using like or as.
Chris: Like a Smilie
Hollywood: Simile Chris. Simile.[/color]
Chris: Thats what I said? Smilie.
Hollywood: Its Simil...[/color][/i]
Chris continues to stare at Hollywood Mach in a confused puppy-dog way.
Hollywood: ...Your right brudah, Smilie.
WCW: Ok ladies, everything good now? Can we get back to the task at hand or would you like to discuss quantum mechanics to?
Chris's eyes widen as he jolts up from his chair.
Chris: Mechanics are quantum? What's a quantum?
Rawt: ...Wholey shit. ANYWAYS...Mach, I like your plan. Simple, sweet, bloody. Brightest idea I have heard since Coors beer has colour changing mountains.
Chris: MOUNTAINS CAN CHANGE COLOU-
WCW: NO! Mountains can not change colours, mechanics are not known as quantums, its pronounced simile, the earth is round, and you are a bloody idiot.[/i]
With the look of his world crashing down around him, Chris slowly and quietly sits down in his chair. WCW breathes in deeply before letting out a sigh.
WCW: Now...I had a thought of how we can deal with this match. Rawt, your in first, followed by Chris, than Hollywood. Hopefully things go according to plan with only one casualty. If things look bad, Hollywood you get your ass in as fast as possible.
Chris: Why can't I go in first?
WCW: You can't go in first because...
WCW just stares at Chris for several moments before trailing off back on to topic. Leaving Chris's question unanswered.
WCW: IF, and this is a big IF here fellas, things look really grim, we pull out the back up....
Rawt: The back up?
WCW: Yes, the back up.
WCW calls out "You can come in now" towards their locker room door. It swings open, exposing a green nose sticking out of the opening, along with a little squeek.
Yoshi: YOSHI!
Rawt: Yoshi? YOSHI!!!!
Rawt leaps from his chair and dives at Yoshi. They begin playing on the floor, rolling around like a dog and his master. It has been a while. A long while.....
Chris cocks an eyebrow before looking back at WCW.
Chris: So why the FUCK can I not go first?
WCW: *Ahem* Simply because I feel a big man like Rawt can soften up the tough meat that we are given, especially Train.
Chris: Makes sense man...makes sense. So.... what are we waiting for?
Hollywood: We're simply waiting for this big fat jabrone to get his ass in GEAR![/color]
Rawt stops playing with the Yoshi.
Yoshi: Yoshi?
Rawt: *cough* Alright....I'm ready!
WCW: Yoshi has to stay here though, I'll only bring him out if things get REALLY out of hand.
Rawt: Awwhh.
Yoshi hops back into a closet and the door shuts.
Hollywood: It's time bruds....its time.
Hollywood grabs his title belt and slings it over his shoulder before the entire faction leaves the locker room, in anticipation of their match coming up soon...
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 19, 2009 16:11:28 GMT -5
Segment: What doesn't kill you gets his ass whooped! (Credit: XS3/Evans)
Just moments before his match with The Senator, the sounds of Slayer's "Disciple" hearld the entrance of The Faith, much to the crowd's dismay. Evans and Lynch appear from the back, much to the surprise of some who expected Danny Mainer to join them. It appears this matter of business requires only the two as Evans and Lynch enter the ring. Evans reaches into his pocket and holds up the same note he stole from XS3's place two days prior.
Lynch then goes and gets a mic. But before he can let Evans say anything, "Contractor" hits and the crowd begins to cheer as XS3 slowly appears from behind the curtain. There is no emotion on his face as he slowly points at the two before rushing down to the ring. XS3 slides in and begins taking it to Evans with fists as the crowd can't cheer any louder. Evans is knocked on his ass with a swift left hand then is picked up for the Burning Cradle. Lynch charges forward with a chop block, sending Evans and XS3 crashing to the canvas. Evans gets back to his feet and instructs Lynch to keep beating on XS3 while he exits the ring. Evans picks up a steel chair and re-enters the ring with it. Lynch holds out XS3 and Evans drives a steel chair into his throat, sending him back down to the mat. Evans then holds up the chair and unfolds it, placing it on the throat of XS3. Lynch pins XS3 to the canvas with all his strength as Evans ascends the ropes, looking for the Signals Over The Air.
But the crowd's reaction suddenly changes from concerned/crying/scared to downright cheering as they see Maximus Dungeon, the recent victim of AC Evans, hop the guardrail and enter the ring. He rushes forward and runs into the ropes, crotching Evans on the top rope. XS3 manages to get the chair off of his throat as Maximus begins beating down Lynch. Evans slowly rolls out of the ring as Maximus whips Lynch off the ropes. Before he can hit a chokeslam, Evans grabs Lynch's foot and drags him to the outside. Maximus tends to his friend/bandmate and the two look on at the Faith. Business between these two just picked up, if I do say so myself.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 19, 2009 16:11:55 GMT -5
Match 3: Rattlesnake vs. Scott Andrews (Credit: Jake Steele)
MATCH START: Wasting no time, this match kicks off with a knee to the gut by Scott Andrews. Grabbing the arm of Snake, he tries to launch him into the ropes but Snake uses his strength to keep himself grounded and pull Andrews back straight into a knee of his own, followed up by a club to the back of the head. Andrews drops to a knee for a moment, only to feel Snake’s arm club back down onto his head once again, which keeps him on one knee. Snake lifts Andrews up and irish whips him into the rope, kicking him in the gut and putting Scott down with a Single Arm DDT. He makes the pin, but only gets a 2 count. Snake gets Scott back up to a his feet, as he irish whips him hard into the turnbuckle. Scott’s back presses hard up against the corner, as he begins to stumble out of the corner, Snake running off the ropes and aiming for Scott’s skull with a Yakuza kick! No! Scott ducks it, and Snake lands very awkwardly on the ropes! Trying to protect his little Snakes, Snake holds onto the top of the rope but the damage has already been done. Scott sees an opportunity and he runs and slingshots off the turnbuckle, dropkicking Snake right down onto the mat!
MATCH MIDDLE: Having the advantage at the moment, Scott Andrews is laying into the facial features of Snake with hard rights to the jaw. He then backs off for only a second, lifting up his foot and pressing it hard into the throat of Rattlesnake. Applying plenty of pressure, Scott tries to keep it on but referee Carter Donovan warns that he could be disqualified and begins counting. After the count of 4, Scott releases it and steps back letting Snake get some time to recover. Not for long though cause as soon as Snake moves out of the corner, Scott leaps into the air with a Spinning Wheel Kick! But Snake ducks that, and catches Scott directly with 4 jabs to the jaw, followed up by the slithering of the arm and then a huge clothesline! Jab Combo! Snake pins and gets a count of 2.7.
MATCH ENDING: Snake picks Andrews up and over onto his shoulder, looking around at all four turnbuckles, signifying what most people should know is coming next. He runs to one turnbuckle and drops Scott Andrews face first onto the padding! Scott tries to grab his face but he is scooped right back up, as Snake runs to the next turnbuckle and does it again! He lifts Scott up once again, dropping him a third time! Scott being more than dazed by all of this now, can’t help but be scooped up one more time as Snake aims for the fourth and final turnbuckle. Snake takes a few steps back this time, before running off and dropping Scott off -- No! Scott drops off behind Snake and to his knees, as he rolls up Snake with a School Boy! 1...2...kickout! Scott rolls off as Snake and him get to a standing position at the exact same time. Scott charges full speed at Snake, aiming for The Headshot, but Snake quickly ducks it, spinning back around and lifting Scott up onto his shoulders… Snakebite! It’s academic from there with a three count in his name.
Winner: Rattlesnake
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 19, 2009 16:12:39 GMT -5
Title: GO DUKE! Credit: Chris Phenomenal --BLACK-- Chris Phenomenal: War has become routine, no longer is it a stale occurrence revolving around power hungry monarchs.[/I] An empty sky appears in the scene, cloudless with only a faint hanging of smoke in the air. It hangs above a deserted road with a faint uplifting of dust as a band of convoy trucks carrying armed soldiers can be seen in the distance. Chris Phenomenal: War has changed. It's no longer about nations, ideologies, or ethnicity. It's an endless series of proxy battles fought by mercenaries and machines. War - and its consumption of life - has become a well-oiled machine.[/I] A peculiarly calm man wearing a shadowy cloak can be see smoking in the back of one of the transport trucks. Chris Phenomenal: War has changed. No longer is it hand to hand combat, swords and the sweat of man fighting valiantly for the honor of their country. Now ID-tagged soldiers carry ID-tagged weapons, use ID-tagged gear. Nanomachines inside their bodies enhance and regulate their abilities. Genetic control. Information control. Emotion control. Battlefield control. Everything is monitored and kept under control.The convoy approaches an area that appears to be under siege. The soldiers begin exiting the trucks, but a few of them are shot before they can even move behind cover. Chris Phenomenal: War has changed. The age of deterrence has become the age of control... All in the name of averting catastrophe from weapons of mass destruction. And he who controls the battlefield... Controls history[/I] Many soldiers are being shot down in futile attempts to advance closer to their assailants. Chris Phenomenal: War has changed. When the battlefield is under total control... ...War becomes routine.[/I] The scene opens inside of a candy shop on ACW island with Chris Phenomenal asleep at a table with an ice cream sundae in front of him. The ice cream has half melted and Chris is paying very little attention to it, instead he is focused on the blonde behind the counter scooping some ice cream to a six year old and his mother. Chris Phenomenal: I’m sitting in the candy shop, I’ll let you lick my lollipop.[/I] Chris sits down before looking down at his ice cream and recalling what had just happened meer moments ago in his head. How the fuck do I get from Candyshop girl, to war and then back to candy shop girl.[/I] Chris rattles his head as he looks down at his cell phone vibrating on the table. Chris Phenomenal: Who the fuck is that.[/I] Chris flips open the cell phone and reads the text message. Chris, I just thought I should let you know that I‘m finally out. I was hoping you could send a reference to your apparel shop in Harlem, maybe hook me up with a job there. [/I][/b] Chris’ face is agape as he looks at the phone. He takes a bite of his ice cream and once again shakes his head. Chris Phenomenal: I don’t need this right now. I’m faced with my biggest match ever this week, six men in the ring. Thunder Train the man who beat Hollywood in a steel cage, Lee Homicide who gave me the biggest test of my career, and XS3, the man who some call the greatest ACW superstar at present time to have not held the ACW Title. Now we got this message from someone I got no idea who they are, and finally I’ve got my biggest foe to date in Danny Mainer.
Now Danny we haven’t seen eye to eye in our time in ACW, our paths have crossed a number of times, our war has just begun. We’ve exchanged blows but the mental mind games have just begun. I hope your little transformation aids you in conquering your mental demons because other wise you will stand no chance against me.
Sure you have stood toe to toe against me, but after tonight that all changes. I can guarantee you that this is going to become personal. Your little encounters with Thunderkiss will be nothing in compared to what I am going to do to you. Your little arm injury is nothing. You have valiantly battled your demons but that ends now.
There is a growing complacency stirring inside of me because I haven’t been able to one up you, I haven’t been able to get the upper hand. That ends tonight though Danny Mainer, by the end of tonight one of us will be ahead, will have shown their superiority. Tonight the Jester and the Harlem Superman do battle but not in the ring. Tonight there will be no falling out of ceilings or taking someone’s back. Tonight we go mano-a-mano and I will be the one that will come out on top, just like LAST NIGHT[/I] Chris takes a picture of Danny Mainer out of his pocket and blows his nose into it before walking away leaving the candy shop.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 19, 2009 16:13:01 GMT -5
Segment: Ways of the Chuck (Credit: Lee, XS3) The team of Christine Leon-Irvine, Lee Homicide and Hu Yu Hai Ding wade through the cobbled streets of Maple Creek to reach a small alley, which Lee is hesitant to walk down. He’s seen the movies, and it never ends up well. The next thing you know, he’ll be on the evening news with a photo of himself hanging upside-down butt naked, not the kind of publicity he or ACW really need right now. But he’s come this far, so he takes a big gulp before following his two guides. A couple knocks on the door, and a small child in a flowing orange robe wrapped around himself opens the door for them. This place appears to be some sort of school. It’s very dimly lit, and the sterile blandness of its interiors suggests utmost discipline and concentration. The three walk to the room at the end of the corridor. As they pass each door, Lee sees several people, all wearing the same robe as the little boy, huddled together, praying to some kind of golden statue, each of them ornately bedazzled in a variety of jewels. Finally, they make it to the last door, and Hu Yu slowly pushes the door open. Strangely enough, it leads out to the street again. Even stranger is the sight that awaits Lee, which completely throws him off guard. Lee: You’ve got be kidding me! Christine: I take it you are familiar with Chuckism? Lee: Yeah, it was back when I had a show with an indie fed in Texas a couple of years back. I stumbled into some sort of temple, and they told me all about it. Hu Yu: That is the traditional sect of the religion, though. We here in Canada have a slightly different belief. We tend to believe that if you follow the lessons set forth by Mr. Norris, you can achieve anything which you desire. Lee: Sounds good, Chan, but I don’t buy into that crap. Just as Lee is about to traipse right past the red-headed warrior, Christine grabs hold of his arm.Christine: Lee, when have I ever led you astray? Just trust me on this one. This will help you. This will give you that mental edge that all champions want and need. Lee: Ugh...fine. What the hell is he doing out on the streets anyway? He looks like a bum. Hu Yu: He recently has adopted the lifestyle of a monk so as to keep his head clear of the sinister influences of worldly possessions. He begs for alms every day. Lee stares back at Hu Yu with a look that can only be classified as “”.
Hu Yu approaches the apparently destitute Chuck Norris.Hu Yu: Wise and merciful Chuck, I beseech thee to lay thy knowledge upon a lost soul. Lee: HEY WATE A MINURT! Christine clasps her hand over Lee’s mouth to shut him up.Chuck: Ask, and it shall be received. Chuck sucks in a huge and seemingly unnecessarily dramatic breath. It sounds as if he’s trying to accumulate every drop of mucus in his body into his nasal cavity.Chuck: If you get roundhouse kicked in the face by Chuck Norris in your dream, you DIE! Lee: What the hell is that supposed to mean? Hu Yu: It means that even in physical competition it always best to have a mental edge over your opponent. If you can beat him in his mind, then you can decimate his body. The body is weak without the brain. Lee: OK, I can get with that. It’s no secret that I can play mind games with the best of them. It should be nothing for me to mess with Pedobear’s head a little bit. Hell, he knows in his heart that he can’t stand toe to toe with me inside that ring. He’d be a fool if he truly did believe that one. What else ya got for me? Chuck: Chuck Norris CAN believe it’s not butter. Christine: ...zuh? Hu Yu: No, it’s a metaphor. Sometimes you have to speak something into existence. Humans by nature are a skeptical creature. But if we simply believe without question, we could become so much more powerful. Take you for instance, Mr. Homicide. If you go into this confrontation with Thunderkiss knowing that it will be he who is playing the role of the bitch, if there isn’t even an inkling of self doubt, then who is there that can stop you? Lee: No one. Nobody can stop me once I have my mind set to something. I’m like a shark in attack mode. I just keep coming and coming. Hu Yu: Exactly, and if you can manage to do that, then it would be realistically impossible for you to lose. Lee: I like those odds. Unstoppable! I am unstoppable! Chuck: Chuck Norris can clap with one hand. Lee: Now, that one doesn’t even make sense. That’s physically impossible. Hu Yu: Nothing is impossible if you put your mind to it. Haven’t you ever seen those Adidas commercials? Impossible is nothing. There will always be people who doubt in your ability to do something. But Chuck teaches us that nothing and no one can stop you from doing something. If you believe then you can achieve. Lee: Wasn’t that a slogan from the 80’s for kids to stay in school? Christine: Lee, pay attention. Lee: Sorry... Hu Yu: Like I was saying, the human brain is the most powerful muscle in your body. You simply need to learn how to utilize it to its fullest potential. Once you do this, you will be at your apex as an athlete and a person. Lee: Sounds easy enough, but how the hell am I supposed to do that? Hu Yu: You must figure that out for yourself. Chuck: Chuck Norris beat the sun in a staring contest. Hu Yu: It may sound foolish, but this is a very valuable lesson, maybe the most important. Once you have reached that level of Zen, you can attain almost anything. The cake in this instance is fame and the bragging rights of knowing that you had outmuscled one of the most prolific superstars in ACW history. You can reach that goal you’ve set for yourself and then surpass all other expectations of you. Lee: So you’re saying I can be the greatest wrestler to ever live. I can be the cream of the crop? I like the sound of that. I wonder if TK has a grandmamma who tells him this kind of stuff. Christine: He probably does, I heard he’s like the descendant of some ancient god or something. Lee: Nah, his lineage consists of nothing but sexual deviants. Small pause.Christine: ...Aphrodite? Hu Yu clears his throat rather loudly, getting both of their attention.Hu Yu: Allow him to leave you with the final piece of wisdom. Chuck: Chuck Norris can lick his elbow. Lee: What the hell does that mean?! Hu Yu: Absolutely nothing. Hahahahaha! Lee’s right eyebrow threatens to rise up off his face as he just glares at a boisterously cackling Hu Yu for a long while. Eventually, though, Lee realizes there is still one curiosity he has left to satisfy.Lee: Mr. Norris, sir? Chuck: What is it, my son? Lee: Is it true that “Saving Private Ryan” was based on a game of dodgeball you played in fifth grade? Chuck: No... Chuck takes another heaving breath, the sound of snot clanging around his nostrils echoes off the walls of the tenement buildings.Chuck: It was based on a game of Twister I played in fourth grade. 0.o indeed.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 19, 2009 16:13:38 GMT -5
“ORAL SUPPORT” Credit: FSX, Thunderkiss [Two of a kind. Inseparable. BFF’s. These are the words that used to describe the bond between Thunderkiss and Fallen Souls. Things have changed. Over a month ago life took them down two different, but similar, roads. When their path merged into one again, neither man was quite the same nor was their relationship. Thunderkiss’ lack of trust in his partner almost forced his hand to repossess FSX’s tag title, almost. A handshake put an end to those thoughts, but after FSX’s extra curricular activities have been exposed to all, the wounds have been reopened. Before he does anything rash, he wants an explanation, a reason, anything for that matter. Once again he feels obligated to give FSX that much, though him actually having to pick up the phone and initiate the conversation is not helping X’s cause.] *Ring,Ring* FSX: I'm surprised it took you this long to call...Hey.Thunderkiss: So, it appears you were a bit more busy in your absence than you were willing to let on. Care to tell me if anything else just happened to slip your mind before I continue?FSX: Nothing that you haven't already figured out by now, most likely. It's honestly unfortunate that I couldn't tell you, but no one could know. This is something that had to remain between me and him. Thunderkiss: Hey, if you want to chase the world title, then by all means go chase it. However, a little heads up would have been nice, considering how you fell off the face of the Earth and left me to perform as a one man band. Like I said before, why worry about this tag team, its fans and its obligations when you know I’ll pick up the slack for you, just like I did with the Entourage. Why do you think it fell apart the second I left? Because I was the glue that held them together. I made sure shit gone done. Now forgive me for patting myself on the back but I’m pretty damn good at this and you know it. You know it so well you’ve completely taken advantage of it. FSX: Oh? Yes, because my insane absence sure wasn't founded. Wait a second, didn't you do something stupid and leave me alone with those titles FOR AN ENTIRE MONTH? Oh, but I forgot! That's different, because it's the mighty Thunderkiss! He does no wrong, and the guy is such a saint. Working for the gods to molest children. Do we honestly have to go through all of this again?Thunderkiss: Yes, we are going to go through “this” again because we haven’t gone through “this” at all! Here you made me feel bad because I didn’t give my buddy the benefit of the doubt, when in fact, I had every right not to! All my rage and anger, you pushed it back on me like it was my fault. I feel like I’ve been on a roller coaster with you for the past few weeks and I’m going to say this right now, I’m starting to think it’s time to get off the ride.FSX: Is this how you honestly feel? Because I can't believe something so baseless and ridiculous is leaving your lips. This is absolutely nothing that you haven't done to others in the past, but the blame stills falls entirely upon me. It's simply ridiculous...so unfounded. It angers me so fucking deeply! You don't seem to understand that I didn't even need to come back in the first place. That I had my choice to just walk away. But did I? No. So why are you so upset? I didn't talk to you for a week? Boo fucking hoo, we're not married. Thunderkiss: Whatever. Look, the last thing I want is to spin my wheels again because I’ve been doing that for almost the past month. We were past all this bullshit, let’s just try to get back to how we left things one week ago. Now, looking past all your bad judgement, I see that we share a common bond. Each of us would rather see Jake Steele hit by a bus than have to look at him. Let’s start there. You want him on his back? Let’s work together to put him on his back so hard he’ll never get up again. FSX: I suppose you can be a part of this if you want too, but I'm going to trust you not to have another motive for all of this. I'm not about to just chop away at someone for your benefit...not again. Regardless, I imagine you have a plan?Thunderkiss: Divide and conquer. Take out the rest of the Road Steelers and the world chump is a sitting duck. With no posse to watch his back, you’ll be sporting the big belt around your waist in no time. Now, I’ve already done one favor for you for tonight, I’m taking Lee Homicide out of the equation. That just leaves us with Irvine and Train and hey, we’ve owned them the last two times we faced off. Getting rid of those two should be a cake walk. We just have to depress one and put the other on weight watchers. They’ll never show up to the arena again. FSX: Are you really okay with all of this? I mean...I know you want the title. You always do...Thunderkiss: Okay with it? Buddy, I’m ecstatic. This opportunity couldn’t have happened to a better man. Your successes are my own. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have an appointment and I dare not be late. I’ll see you on Monday. FSX: ...Alright...I'll see you then.*Click* [The waters have calmed and the Double Penetration ship sails upright once again. The fingers and thumbs of TK’s hands press against each other in front of his gaze, forming a triangle of contemplation. Several feelings tug at his consciousness, each trying to selfishly pull it in its direction. With a loud, mental snap, the game of tug a war is over; a winner has emerged. The path ahead is crystal clear and what needs to be done, will.] Thunderkiss: Don’t worry buddy, you’ll walk out of Genocide with a memory you’ll never forget. I’ll make damn sure of that. [FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 19, 2009 16:13:56 GMT -5
I can't think up of any Tape related puns..... by Dave Shadow and Jake Steele. As we cut backstage again, we find Dave Shadow walking down the hallways of the ACW arena, striding alone with a purpose. He passes by several doors before reaching the one he is looking for. He stands looking at the plaque which adorns it; “The Road Steelers”. Even their name plate radiates an air of power and confidence. Dave sighs before rapping on the door. He stands for a few moments, waiting for a reply. The door opens, and as the camera swings round to look inside, we find Jake Steele standing there. Dave lets a big but worried grin spread across his face, as Jake looks at him with a dead, unemotional stare.Dave: Hi Jake.Steele: Yo...Dave: I was wondering if I could borrow some tape. You know, for my fists.Jake turns and heads back in to the dressing room, leaving the door open behind him. Dave walks in, and looks around him with an innocent curiosity. He takes in all the amazing stuff found in the room, all part of being the ACW World Champion and part of his crew. Jake walks over to the lockers and starts rummaging through them, searching for the tape. Eventually he finds it; he takes it out and throws it at Dave. Dave nearly fumbles it, not paying full attention.Dave: Thanks Jake.Steele: Ain't mine, so make sure you drop dat back when you done.Dave turns to leave. As he does so, he pauses, looking at the tape uneasily. He turns back to Jake... Dave: Listen, about last Monday...Steele: ...it's all good dawg. I understand what you was tryin' to do last week man, and I know why you did it.Dave: Yeah, well I just wanted to apologise. I know I’m the very one who was complaining about people interfering in my matches not to long ago. Just saw an opportunity to get some revenge on White, and you don’t pass up chances like that.Steele: Like I said, you cool. Plus, you know, and I know - I could have won by myself anyway, haha, yeah.Dave: Oh, I do. I know you were just about to kick out when I got involved. I know you Jake. There’s a reason you’re the world champ. You would have beaten Dan.Steele: You damn skippy I wouldda beat Dan! But, I do appreciate a little help, from time to time.Dave laughs and nods, before throwing the tape up in the air playfully. Jake snatches it out of the air though as Dave looks at him nervously.Steele: You know, I heard about what you and Spade plan on doin' later tonight. You sure you wanna do dat man?Dave: Yeah.Jake chuckles to himself.Steele: Well I know you cats ain't just goin' up in there guns blazin'. You do got a plan right?A massive grin spreads across Dave’s face. A genuine one. One which tells Jake that Dave knows something that no one else does.Dave: Oh yeah Jake. Got a good one.Steele: Aight. Well do me a favor and watch yaself out there, we don't want our Entertainment Champ gettin' fucked up before Genocide by some suckas.Dave: Jake? Worried about me? Don’t you know I can fend for myself by now?Steele: Yeah, I know... But you seem to be forgettin' somethin'. Da Empire is vicious, ruthless, hell dey like me - dey just don't give a fuck dawg! And you challengin' them to a parking lot brawl? Shit. Dat's to their advantage, not yours, and not Spades.Dave reaches out for the tape, which Jake hands him reluctantly. Dave puts his hand on Jake’s shoulder, the smile still on his face.Dave: Jake, trust me. Before this night is over, me and Spade are going to have scored another big win over The Empire. And this time, they won’t recover.Dave turns and heads out the door, as a big smile spreads across Jake’s face as well now. He shakes his head, and looks after Dave as we....
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 19, 2009 16:14:10 GMT -5
Segment: Did you realize… that we’re the future Champions, in their eyes. Credit: Road Steelers: Jake Steele and Lee Homicide
There comes a time when you simply become… fed up. With whatever it is that has frequently gotten under your skin. Whether it be the people who rely on your presence everyday to be for them, in their times of need and in their times of space. Or a specific job you do, which you feel as if only you can do best, and feel as if you must be there consistently to assure that everything at that job goes perfectly. Or even it could be an involvement with a certain individual. You could love them, or you could hate them, but somehow and for some reason you’re attached to them. No matter how much they may want your true benefit in the end, you no longer wish to be apart of their lives as they wish to be in yours. Which in the end can cause you to want anything and everything done for that person to be destroyed, just so they can leave…you…the fuck…alone.
Two men currently in ACW know that feeling, very well as of late. And those men are Jake Steele, and Lee Homicide, half of the four man Road Steelers clique. See these two men haven’t known each other for very long, but as Road Steelers, Jake Steele sees the fire in Lee’s eyes, and Lee is full aware of what Steele is capable of. Plus, of course, Steele recruited Lee into the group.
That’s not important though right now, because I have a point to make here! Both of these men have been cornered, attacked and overall made out to look like punks… by two other men, Fallen Souls and Thunderkiss, who make up Double Penetration. While not a team effort, systematically FSX and Kiss have…in their owns ways, tried to break down these men, and after it all it seems to be starting to wear thin. Steele and Lee are want this ended soon, sooner than Genocide for Steele, and sooner than whenever Lee could get his hands on Kiss.
All of that brings us to now. The scene opens up with Jake Steele and Lee Homicide in the Road Steelers locker room, standing side by side to huge pop by the fans. Steele for once doesn’t have his title over his shoulder, but he is rubbing his wrist as if he has a plan, while Homicide poses up in a mean b-boy stance. Steele not wanting to waste anymore time…speaks.
Steele: Aight, so dis is how it is. Point blank… we done.
Steele cocks his shoulders up, and flicks his nose while Lee nods his head, knowing what’s in store.
Steele: Me and Lee here are done with da games. Fallen Souls, you keep duckin’ me man. Dis entire time you been behind da attacks dat I done blamed everybody else for - except you. You been hidin’ deep, deep inside of those shadows brah. So deep dat even ya own partner was clueless as to where you were. You what I like to call a runner. You run from da truth, you run from ya problems, and most of all… you’ve ran from retirement. Oh, but no worries Fallen cause when da time comes for dat, I’ll be da one to do it.
Lee interjects directly after Steele ends his speech and begins to rant on his problems as of late with a man named Aiden Joseph.
Lee: And Thunderkiss! You punk bitch! You wanna make fun of my culture? I’MMA KICK YO AZZ! All these haters, dick riders out there gon' be talkin' about "this Chinese dude" or that "Asian kid thinkin' he's ghetto." Y'all make me chuckle cuz, ya see, I ain't fakin' anythin'. I ain't tryna be who I ain't, understand this. I've been a threat to society, to people around me, everywhere I go. I am just this punk-ass kid that's tryna' make a name for myself, but I got all you suckas pullin' me back. Well, now I won't be playin' that nice no more, cuz this shit's gettin' serious.
Steele sees that fire blazing in Lee’s eyes and he slaps him on the shoulders with both of his hands, rubbing his shoulder blades in a manly fashion, cheering him on. He then clenches his fist up and begins to lay down the “gauntlet”.
Steele: See, me and Lee are issuing a challenge! And all you two muthafuckas have to do is show up. Dis Monday, Warfare. Jake Steele and Lee Homicide up against D-Penetration X… for da tag team titles! No special rules, no mind games. All we want is a fight. You dig!?
Lee: You need to understand, Mr. Joseph, that it don't matter if you are over 6 foot tall and 300 pounds. It don’t matter how large your pythons are. It don't matter how much weight you can lift. It don't matter who you've BEATEN. None of it means jackshit to me. While you were busy doing your three little moves of doom, I was in the independent circuit busting my ass for a spot in this shit. While you were posing nude for vodka ads, I was in the illegal underground fighting business. I've faced 'roided up muscle freaks like you all the time, in a legit street FIGHT, and guess what? I've knocked 'em out, all of 'em, one by one. One haymaker followed by a martial arts kick, it doesn’t matter, I knock them down just like the proverbial saying of the bigger they are, the harder they fall. What makes you any different, Teeks? You think I CARE if you can afford the best suits or the latest shades? You's a poser. The only thing you're gonna be able to do in that ring is watch as I knock yo' ass down, ya no good, second-class reject piece of shit. I'm the most vicious son of a bitch you've ever faced, and do you know why exactly they call me the "Shadow Striker"? It's cos' I can knock you out and vanish before you even know what hit you. My attack is as fast as it is lethal. I'm the greatest striker since Bruce Lee and Manny Pacquaio, bitch! You're American Made? I'm the state of the art design from overseas to displace yo' obsolete ass! It comes down to this, and I'ma break it down so it'll be simple for ya: I FUCKIN' OWN YOU!
With that, both men walk off screen to large cheers by the ACW faithful.
It seems as if some people can’t wait… but now it’s up for this challenge to be accepted. Could we be seeing new Tag Champions in the near future. Only time will tell.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 19, 2009 16:14:45 GMT -5
Match 4: AC Evans vs. The Senator
Will be posted when recieved.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 19, 2009 16:15:10 GMT -5
"All or Nothing" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
For the past two weeks Rattlesnake has seemingly been at the mercy of his long-time nemesis Torak. Mind games and finally attacks have been what it's come down to lately. As always...the heat has to get turned up.
A number of people stand backstage talking while Torak and Cordelia walk by. All of a sudden Torak gets nailed from behind and knocked to the ground. Cordelia turns around and there stands Rattlesnake with his Snakequalizer in hand.
Cordelia: Just what the hell do you think you're doing?!
Rattlesnake: What's it look like? I knocked him down. If a Torak falls in the woods, does anyone care? Not likely.
COrdelia: Oh you are going to pay for this.
Rattlesnake: Yeah...I'm thinking no. I'm not going to pay for this. Care to know why?
Cordelia: Why?
Rattlesnake: Because turn-about is fair play. Torak did this to me not once, but twice.
Cordelia: That's because you deserved it.
Rattlesnake: I didn't deserve anything. You've got Torak down there who attacked me and wasn't provoked. Last time I checked, by doing that, he provoked me. By proxy, I'm merited an attack or two. This is the first.
Cordelia: You can cram your "by proxy." When Torak gets his hands on you, you're going to wish you had never been born.
Rattlesnake: That's not something I would wish. But you do make an interesting thought.
Cordelia: What's that?
Rattlesnake: You want Torak to get his hands on me. I want to get my hands on Torak for what he's done.
Rattlesnake grins. He's clearly got something on his mind.
Rattlesnake: Well Cordelia, when Torak wakes up from nappy time, tell him that he can meet me at Genocide. We're going to finish this once and for all.
Cordelia: Torak is going to take you out at Genocide. Your retirement becomes official then.
Rattlesnake: Then it's an agreement. I only have two things to give you for this joyous celebration.
Cordelia glances down at the Snakequalizer and then back at Rattlesnake.
Cordelia: Are you going to hit me with your bat?
Rattlesnake looks at his Snakequalizer and laughs.
Rattlesnake: What do you take me for? A heartless bastard? A cold-blooded son of a bitch?
Rattlesnake looks into the camera, breaking the invisible fourth wall.
Rattlesnake: Ok, you got me there. But one thing I would never do is hit a defenseless woman.
Rattlesnake reaches behind him and grabs a blanket and then tosses it onto Torak.
Rattlesnake: Torak needs a blankie. Is it true that he sucks his thumb when he sleeps?
Cordelia: You bastard.
Rattlesnake: Oh, I almost forgot.
Rattlesnake drops the Snakequalizer.
Rattlesnake: I need to give you yours.
Rattlesnake grabs Cordelia and kisses her. He lets go of her and she falls to the ground in shock.
Rattlesnake: Hmm...tastes like...nevermind.
Cordelia: You're going to pay for that!
Rattlesnake: I thought that was established already. Tell Torak when he wakes up. He'll go through his "Torak angry! Torak smash!" shtick and then it's game on.
Rattlesnake walks away from Cordelia and Torak. Torak 2...Rattlesnake 1. All or nothing, the score is almost even. But now Genocide will have to house Rattlesnake and Torak. It's going to happen. The biggest feud just came to an ACW house near you.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 19, 2009 16:17:43 GMT -5
“DEPORTED” Credit: Lee Homicide, Thunderkiss [When one thinks Thunderkiss, sex, drugs and rock n’ roll comes to mind, among other tantalizing things, but certainly not lackadaisical, serine and reserved. It is the later that represents him tonight as Thunderkiss steps out from the entranceway and slouches his way to the ring. The bags under his eyes tell a story of a man who has experienced little rest over the last few weeks, that is if they were real. Truth be told they are drawn on to fit the rest of the charade he has planned for us tonight. Call him moronic, idiotic, even stupid. You are only fooling yourself. Behind all the gimmicks and craziness lies a very devious and deceptive man that has destroyed many a career with his well thought out scheming. Will Lee join the list tonight?] Thunderkiss: For the last few weeks I have found myself the VICTIM of a campaign of HATE and INTOLERANCE by a man who appropriately calls himself Lee Homicide. Mr. Homicide has taken it upon himself to cause me grief and anguish at very given opportunity and I keep asking myself a simple question, “why?” Why has this man unfairly targeted me? Was it because of my opinions about his hometown? Is it because of the color of my skin?! As an American, do I not have the right to free speech? Is this not written in the constitution that I, in fact, do? Well guess what? This man does not know our constitution because he is NOT an AMERICAN! In fact, he is nothing more than an illegal immigrant and I have the proof right here in my very hands! [TK raises his hand triumphantly in the air for everyone to see, including the millions watching at home. In his grasp are several rolled up legal documents that he acquired during the gap between Warfare and Meltdown, more specifically during his jaunt to Washington D.C. He clutches them tightly for shortly they will become evidence. They dare not get away.] Thunderkiss: That’s right folks, in my hands I hold a document that clearly states that Mr. Homicide’s work visa has EXPIRED some five years ago! He has no right to stand before you inside of an ACW ring or to be in this country for that matter! It’s bad enough that people like him are taking our jobs, but to insult someone who he actually steals from?! WHAT GALL! As a United States citizen, I stand up for law, order, justice and my Army! That said, I call for a CITIZENS ARREST ON LEE HOMICIDE![If his legality is going to be questioned, this is one debate Lee Homicide dare not miss. Right on cue he spews forth from the entranceway, his trust kendo stick held firmly in his right hand.] Lee: You’s a muthafuckin’ peas o’ SHITE! Joo kno dat shit ain’t tru, dawg! DAT SHIT AIN’T TRU! MAH PAPAHS IZ LEGIT, yuh sonuva guntha! Thunderkiss: WOULD YOU SHUT UP AND SPEAK AMERICAN?! If you are going to have the nerve to take a job away from an American, the least you could do is learn how to speak the language! But don’t worry, you’ll be given proper time to practice up because your days of causing terrorism in this country are over![Moving his eyes past Lee to the entranceway, TK directs his voice in the area behind Lee’s left shoulder. While it may appear that TK is talking to himself for a split second, that once vacant spot is now the home of several INS agents. They waste no time in constructing a human barricade around Lee and it is at that moment that Homicide realizes this is no joke.] Thunderkiss *yelling*: OFFICERS! OFFICERS, APPREHEND THIS MAN! Lee: Wut da fook iz dis?! WHO THA HELL DESE PEOPLEZ?! Officer 1: Mr. Homicide, come with us, please. Lee: Dat ain’t even mah real name! How you gonna deport a chigga when you don’t kno hiz real name, son?! [Lee’s weapon whistles ominously as he wildly flails about, swinging it sharply through the air.] Lee: DIS A HATE CRIME! I’ma tell Jesse Jackson ‘bout yo asses! Officer 2: Please, don’t make this harder than what it needs to be, pal. [Lee contemplates resisting arrest. As much as this act would build his reputation amongst the wrestling community and his fans, it would also lead to him falling directly into TK’s trap. With nothing to hide but his rage, Lee extends both arms to the officers for shackling. He fought the law and the law won.] Thunderkiss: That’s it! Take him! Take him away! Thank you for serving this country you fine, outstanding servants of the law! Lee: I’ma murder you, son! I’MA FUCKIN’ MURDAH YUH CRACKAH AZZ! itzLEEyuhBIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiii iiiitch!Thunderkiss: Check him for a gun! I heard he’s packing heat! [The Kiss Army chuckles along with their founder and pleases him further with a chorus of “Na Na Hey Hey Kiss Him Goodbye.” Given the already volatile nature of the crowd and their many factions, this becomes the spark that ignites several “Road Steelers” Vs “Kiss Army” brawls. Arena security have their hands full trying to restore order to the masses but the masses will have none of it. In the ring the instigator of violence beams a smile that can be seen from space. Lee Homicide gone. The crowd is brawling out of control. Can life get any better? Thunderkiss thinks not.] [FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 19, 2009 16:18:41 GMT -5
Match 5: Thunder Train, XS3, and Lee Homicide vs. Hollywood Macho, Chris Phenomenal, and Rawt - Six Man Tag Team Elimination Match "Fury" by Muse kicks in and the crowd stands up and begins booing as the MegaStar Alliance begins to enter the arena. Mach walks out first with his title over his shoulder, followed closely by Rawt and Chris Phenomenal. WCW steps out shortly after and praises his team by yelling things into the camera that we can't hear. The trio gets into the ring and poses much to the crowd's dissatisfaction. Phillip: The following contest is the Six-Man Elimination Match. Introducing first, at a combined weight of 835 pounds, Rawt Ross, Chris Phenomenal and the ACW International Champion, Hollywood Mach, The MegaStar Alliance. In something that we haven't heard in a while "Dolla" by Fort Minor starts up and the crowd pops. Lee Homicide, XS3 and Thunder Train appear from backstage and have their sights set on the ring. The three walk down, slapping hands with the fans and enter the ring as the MegaStar Alliance exits it. Phillip: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 798 pounds, Lee Homicide, XS3 and Thunder Train, RSX3! *Bell Rings* Both sides stay in their respective corners and discuss who should start the match. Right away RSX3 feels that Lee should start off and show his two other partners what they got. Seeing this, The MegaStar Alliance sends out their biggest man, Rawt. The two enter the ring and lock up. Rawt throws Lee down and shows off his power. Lee gets right back up and bounces back off the ropes. He runs to Rawt and attempts to do something, but it is unknown what as Rawt knocks him down. Rawt goes on the attack now and picks up Lee. He takes him to the corner and begins to punch his body. After several blows, Lee looks as if he is about to fall down, but Rawt picks him back up and side slams him to the mat. He then goes for a cover. ONE! . . . TWO- *Kickout* Lee gets his shoulder up and right after, gets picked up by Rawt again. He Irish Whips him off the ropes and catches him. He kicks him in the midsection then pulls him around for an abdominal stretch. He has it locked in pretty tight and begins to add more pressure by grabbing the hand of Hollywood. The crowd begins to boo but the ref is oblivious to what is going on. He just asks Lee if he wants to give up but Lee just shakes his head no. Eventually, the ref sees this and begins to yell at Rawt and Hollywood for such actions. Lee slipped out of the abdominal stretch though and when Rawt turns around, Lee drop kicks him. Rawt goes bouncing off the ropes and when he gets back to Lee, a small package! (Not Steele's small package) ONE! . . . TWO! . . . *Kickout* He almost had him there! Rawt powers himself out of it and Lee takes this time to tag in Train. As Rawt regains his composition, he sees Train in front of him. Train right away punches Rawt in the stomach then sends him into the corner. He elbows the side of Rawt's head. Rawt's head goes bouncing off the corner and Train lifts him up. With great power, Train gets the 300 pounder up and suplexes him down to the mat. ONE! . . . TWO! . . . *Kickout* Train gets right up and elbows the throat of Rawt. He stays on the ground and puts Rawt in a side headlock. Rawt tries to get up and he is slowly starting to but Train kicks the back of his leg, sending him down some more. Rawt falls onto all fours but Train doesn't let up. Train even lifts up Rawt back to a standing position then drops down, sending the back of his head into the mat. Train drags Rawt over to his corner and tags in XS3, who immediately knees Rawt in the face. He lifts up Rawt and Irish Whips him into the ropes, Rawt flies to XS3 and is met with a flying forearm. XS3 then lines up Rawt for a Shadow Step. As Rawt begins to stand, XS3 crouches in the corner. Rawt turns around and XS3 charges him. Rawt however, side steps and pushes XS3 away into the turnbuckle, but, XS3 catches himself and turns around. With Rawt's back turned, he sets up again. This time he runs to Rawt and connects! He pins the big man. ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE! Phillip: Rawt has been eliminated!The crowd cheers as XS3 gets up off of Rawt, but Chris, the sneaky devil, slides into the ring and chop blocks the back of XS3's knee. XS3 falls down and Chris begins to stomp on him. XS3 is now in a bad corner as Chris continues to kick and stomp on XS3. He even tags in Mach who gives one stomp to XS3 then tags in Chris again. Chris picks up XS3 and snapmare's him down then kicks his back. XS3's face shows it all as the kick was stiff and hard (XD). Chris picks up XS3 and throws him outside the ring. He follows shortly after and sets up XS3 along the barricade. He chops him a few times then brings him over to the steel steps. It looks as if he is going to smash his head in, but XS3 counters and smashes Chris' head in. Chris goes bouncing off the steps as XS3 gets back into the ring. WCW goes over to Chris and wakes him up. Chris shakes his head and slides back into the ring and is helped up by XS3, who DDT's him down onto the mat. ONE! . . . TWO! . . . *Kickout* Chris gets his shoulder up but his face is glazed over as his past concussions are coming into effect. XS3 continues on Chris and takes him to the ropes. He sets up Chris' head on the bottom rope then jumps off of the rope and it looks as if he is going to slam his foot into Chris but Chris slides out of the ring to avoid it. XS3 stomps the mat and looks out at Chris. Chris regains himself then gets back inside. However, a distraction by WCW makes XS3 turn his back. Chris jumps on XS3 and grabs him. He lifts him up and does the Death Valley…pshh. XS3 hits the mat and Chris covers. ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THRE-*Kickout* XS3 kicks out and tries to stand up somewhat but Chris stops him by Irish whipping him into the ropes. However, this causes XS3 to get caught up in the ropes. He can't move so Chris sets him up for the Superman Punch! He runs at him but at the last second, XS3 gets free and tags in Train. Train steps inside the ring and runs at Chris, who gets hit with a hard clothesline. Chris goes down but gets right back up and gets scoop slammed by Train. Chris hits the mat and Train covers. ONE! . . . TWO! . . . TH*Kickout* Chris gets his shoulder up just barely. Train picks up CP by the hair and sends him into the corner. Train rushes after him but CP gets out of the way and trips Train, causing him to hit the second turnbuckle. Train's momentum has diminished a bit as he gets to his feet, holding his head. He turns around and Chris is running at him going for the Superman Punch again. It looks like he is about to hit Train, but Train ducks underneath him and spears him down. Chris hits the mat hard, and not taking anymore chances, Train lifts up Chris for an OM NOM BOMB. He is about to hit it, but Chris wiggles his way out. He kicks Train's leg then runs off the ropes. Train catches him though and quickly does an OM NOM BOMB! ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE! Phillip: Chris Phenomenal has been eliminated!Amazing! It seems as if Train's team may get a perfect on the MegaStar Alliance. Train now awaits the arrival of Hollywood. Mach slowly gets into the ring not taking any chances but Train backs off. He tags in Lee who gets inside the ring to go up against Mach. Lee and Mach lock up and Lee gets a side headlock on the champ. Mach however, pushes off Lee into the ropes then hits him on the rebound elbows him. Lee stumbles back and Mach grabs him for possible a Rock Bottom. Lee however, slides out and begins to kick the legs of Mach. Mach stumbles back into the corner and Lee gets right back on him and Monkey Flips him across the ring! ONE! . . . TWO! . . . *Kickout* Mach can't believe what has just happened. He gets right back up and slaps the face of Lee. The crowd "OOOH's" as Lee just turns his head and gives a slap of his own. Mach yells "Real Funny" then tries to grab Lee, who quickly tags in XS3. XS3 and Mach stare each other down then Mach gives a stiff right hand to XS3. He grabs XS3 and does a Belly To Belly Suplex, sending the other canucker down. XS3 gets up and walks into another suplex by Mach. XS3 is a bit woozy now and gets back up and turns around. Mach goes for a third belly to belly suplex but XS3 stops him and Complete Shots him down. ONE! . . . TWO! . . . *Kickout*
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 19, 2009 16:19:11 GMT -5
Mach tries to power out of it and get up right away. He has had enough of these games and quickly grabs XS3 and slams his head into the mat. Just a stiff throw down. He stomps on XS3 and pulls his body to the corner. He sets him up in a tree of woe position and just begins to stomp on him. XS3 falls down then Mach grabs his legs. He pulls him into the middle of the ring then does a lionsault onto XS3!
ONE! . . . TWO! . . . *Kickout*
XS3 gets his shoulder up. Mach looks over to WCW and motions something. WCW nods his head then moves around the ring. XS3 is beginning to stand up now and when Mach goes to try and grab him, he gets the Shadow Step! Mach goes down and the cover starts.
ONE! . . . TWO! . . . . . .
The ref has been distracted! WCW is standing on the apron and now allowing the ref to count. XS3 gets up and tries to swing at WCW, who drops down. XS3 continues to argue with him and the ref agrees, he throws out WCW, much to the crowd's delight. However, this has taken up much time and now Mach is back to his feet. XS3 turns around and Macho Slam!
ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE!
Phillip: XS3 has been eliminated!
The crowd groans and are very surprised. As the ref rolls out XS3 however, WCW comes back down the ramp with Rawt. The ref gets out of the ring to confront the two of them as Lee gets into the ring. Lee grabs Mach from behind and German Suplexes Mach down to the mat. Lee yells for the ref to get back into the ring, but once again, distraction has been a downfall for the Road Steelers. Lee turns around and Mach is there and Samoan Drops him down to the mat.
Lee rolls into the corner and we see Chris coming from behind with a chair. He slides the chair to Mach, who grabs it. Train gets into the ring and big boots Mach's face. Mach drops the chair and Train picks it up. On the ramp now, WCW and Rawt retreat so the ref turns around and head back to the ring. What he sees though, is Train swinging a chair. He hits Mach in the head then continues to hit him while he's down. The referee motions for the bell. Train stands there dumbfounded.
Phillip: Thunder Train has been disqualified!
The ref thought that Train was the legal man as Lee is pretty much downed in the corner of RSX3. Train yells at the ref but accepts what he thinks. Train goes over and wakes up Lee and drags him toward Mach.
ONE! . . . TWO! . . . *Kickout*
Lee and Mach both stay down. The ref begins his count for the two to get up.
ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE! . . . FOUR! . . . FIVE! . . . SIX! . . . SEVEN! . . . EIGHT!
Mach kips up, stopping the count. He grabs Lee and Irish Whips him into the corner. Mach runs after him and clotheslines him. Lee goes bouncing out of the corner and meets a neckbreaker from Mach. Lee crashes down to the mat. Mach uses the ropes to help him stand up then picks up Lee. Lee however, punches and kicks Mach, causing him to release his hold. Mach back up and Lee springboard clotheslines him to the mat. He covers him.
ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THR*Kickout*
Lee is feeling it! He feels that he can do it. Mach slowly begins to stand up and Lee gets ready. Mach turns around and Lee lifts him up for a Go 2 Sleep! He is about to throw Mach up, but Mach wiggles out and reverse suplexes Lee. Lee's face smashes into the mat and Mach slides over to him and locks in the Macho Facelock. Lee struggles to not tap and does everything he can to make sure that he doesn't. He tries to reach for the ropes, but Mach just pulls him back. However, what Mach doesn't notice is that Lee is backing up and soon he gets his foot on the bottom rope. The referee pulls Mach off, who takes full advantage of the 5 count.
Mach is now on his feet and he picks up Lee. He is about to Rock Bottom Lee but Lee struggles a bit...but it's too late. He gets slammed down to the mat and it has to be over now.
ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE!
Phillip: Lee Homicide has been eliminated and therefore the winners of this match, the MegaStar Alliance!
The bell rings and Mach gets up and raises his arms. His fellow comrades come out and celebrate with him. They raise up Mach on their shoulders and celebrate. WCW gives him his title and the trio prance around the ring as if they have just won the Olympics. Train and XS3 come back out and get Lee from the ring. They congratulate him on a good job and go to the back as the MegaStar Alliance celebrates.
Fade Out.
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