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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 23, 2009 16:30:10 GMT -5
Monday Night Warfare 23rd March 2009
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Maximus Dungeon w/ XS3 vs. Jerimiah Lynch w/ AC Evans
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Jonny Hughes & Jack Jefferson vs. Jonny Spade & Dave Shadow
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Dan White vs. Jason Freeman
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Danny Mainer vs. Rattlesnake
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Fallen Souls vs. Thunder Train
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 23, 2009 16:30:57 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Flashback Credit: Danny Mainer It’s the first segment of the night (or second, if one of them feckin’ Main Eventers cockblocked me for something to do with their feud) and what better way to kick off a Monday with the sight of someone throwing up. In the little boys room is Danny Mainer face-deep in a china bowl as he pukes up his beef stroganoff from last night as he still feels the effects of his own Thunder Crash nearly a week after doing it. As the last few little splatters are unceremoniously coated along the bowl of the toilet Danny finally raises his head looking a complete mess. Whiter then Casper’s ass and with sweat dripping like taps so fast it could feed a Vietnamese village for a week he looks like he’s been at this for some time now.
Streaks of blood run down his beard and along his neck slowly making trails down his bare chest. Danny grips the edge of the seat and dunks again one last time just to get the final lot out and then he stumbles back to his feet groggily wiping a huge pint of sweat off of his forehead before falling backwards. He just barely catches the sink to lean on while next to him Raymond King washes his hands seemingly oblivious to Danny’s inability to stand as Danny loses his grip and footing and ends up on his back on the bathroom floor to the merriment of the audience. Raymond dries his hands and then offers Danny a hand up and with a heave Ray hooks Danny’s arm around his neck and starts to carry him out the bathroom. The fifty year old mutters into Danny’s ear.Raymond King: ”You puke on this suit and I swear on Charlotte’s life that I’ll grab your balls with both hands, pull, twist and pull again and lob them at Jason Freeman. He’ll then catch them and run off to store them in a jar in his Jew cave. Do you want your balls being used for spells? No, so don’t puke on me arsehole.”Danny Mainer: *groggily* ”Ugh, am not drunk Ray… itz my move. The Thundercrash! It makes me SII-“And with a well-aimed shot Danny tilts his head to the left and spits out some minor chunks of sick yet again as Ray continues to drag him just glad none got on his suit.Raymond King: ”You’re in no state to fight Rattlesnake, you couldn’t even fight your grandmother in this state and believe me she’s as lame at fighting as she is f-... nevermind! Point is, I’m not clearing you to compete!”Danny Mainer: ”You can’t do that!”Raymond King: ”I’m a manager AND a doctor. In the words of the good Judge Dredd Mr. Mainer, I AM THE LAW.”Danny Mainer: ”I can solve this KING! JUST GEMME BACK TO MY LOCKERROOM AND I’MA DO RATTLESNAKE HAM AND EGG! I’LL SEND ‘EM TO HIS DUMB REDNECK ASS! HE ISN’T FROM A HIGHLY EDUCATED UNIVERSITY Y’KNOW?! GEMME TO THE LOCKER, I’M THIRSTY!”King groans at the obvious Steiner bashing and drags him to his locker room as Danny exhausts the last of his energy passing out while on King which allows him to fire-man carry him the rest of the way back.And with the end of the flashback King is still carrying Mainer over his shoulder along the corridor. Danny looks up and gets all nautious again before throwing up onto the floor again ignoring King’s sigh of annoyance as Mainer passes out again as King leaves behind a scarlet and sun-coloured trail of stomach acid on the floor as we draw to a fade. Mainer claims to have a magical cure for this illness but what is it and will it have him in time to go one on one with The Rattly one later tonight? Find out in the next Mainer segment.FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 23, 2009 16:31:16 GMT -5
One More Chance? Dan White After a bit of a turbulent week or so, Dan White has every right to be a little bit pissed off at the world. Dave Shadow messed him about last week, in a match that Dan had to win if he wanted to keep in with a shot of ever winning the World title. Now, he's resigned to fighting the likes of Jason Freeman halfway through the show. It's not exactly what Dan had in store, when he set out to become one of ACW's finest.
We open up in the backstage area, with Dan White walking down the corridor. There's a huge pop from the crowd as he's shown, with a bit of a grimace on his face. He comes to a door, and the camera pans onto it; it reads “CHAIRMAN GINGERDUDE”, and there's a cautious pop, as they know that Dan's not going to be going there to ask how the day's going. He knocks on it, hearing Gingerdude letting him in, and he opens the door. Gingerdude's eyebrows raise as he sees who's walking into the room.Gingerdude: Ah, Dan. Nice to see you. I mean, I expected to see you last Thursday, but you seemed a little preoccupied. Dan's arms are folding, and he's clearly not in the mood for bullshit talk.Dan White: Whatever, dude. You probably know why I'm here as well. Gingerdude: ...That would be correct. Dan White: Well I think I was unfairly treated last week in that Chain match with my fucking brother. There's something really fishy about the whole bloody thing. I mean why the hell would Dave Shadow interfere in something like that?! That's just not on, that, and I have a right mind to think that there's something more to it than “it was revenge for me kicking his arse”. He glares at Gingerdude, but Gingerdude raises his hands.Gingerdude: Well Dan, what can you expect me to do about it? I mean I'll happily give you Dave Shadow in a match if you want some form of revenge, but I really think you're over-thinking this. Over-thinking this? You what.Dan White: Aye, whatever dude. Over-thinking this?! The man cost me the World Title. Unless he knows that I'm the older and far superior brother to Jake Steele, then I don't see why he would cost me the title. If he wants a title shot I would have given it to him. Gingerdude: ...so.... Dan White: ...so.... Gingerdude: ...why are you here? What do you want me to do? Dan sighs, resting his head back.Dan White: I want another World Title shot, that's what I want!!! Gingerdude: Dan, look. I can't just give you another title shot agai- Dan interrupts, angrilyDan White: Aye, and why the hell not?! Gingerdude: Because I've already given you enough title shots in the past! And every single time, you've failed to win the World title. It's in Steele's contract that he's only to defend it twice a month, unless he opts for more. I can't keep giving you title shots, Dan. Other people are deserving of a shot as well! It's just not fair to anybody else, do you understand? Dan looks at Gingerdude, snarling, but there's something that says that he knows the Chairman is right.Gingerdude: I'm sorry Dan, but I just cannot give you a World title shot. If you were ever going to be World champion, surely you would have won it by now. Dan White: Yeah, whatever. In a rather immature and childish way, Dan abruptly exits the room, slamming the door shut. Ginger's eyes widen again, but he begins to work on some paperwork, uttering one last comment.Gingerdude: Temper, temper, White. The sooner I get rid of you, the better... Eh-wha?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 23, 2009 16:31:39 GMT -5
Segment: The Tale Of Jonny Two Guns (Credit: Scott Andrews) Most people will be wondering where I’ve been for the last week. Fuck them, I’m doing what I need to do; gather information on where the fuck Angelus is hiding. I came back to face Rattlesnake, but I’ve had too much on my mind to worry about simply wrestling an opponent. I need to get my hands on that fuck, if it’s the last thing I do. That’s all I need.
Thankfully, after scrimmaging through old police files, I found someone with ties to Angelus; a man by the name of “Jonny Two Hands”. I decided to pay him a visit.[/color] MONDAY, MARCH 16th 19:49pm - Corner of Gordon Ave and 3rd Street, ACW Island. [/b] What a shitty street. The ground is covered in ripped newspaper blowing in the wind. Homeless bums push their trolleys around carrying any and everything they can fit in them. What a fucking depressing setting.
I make my way to the door of the grungy looking apartment. I knock twice. Twice is enough.
A shady man with gruff facial hair answers the door. He adjusts his beanie as he looks at my face.[/color] Man: You looking to score or what? A drug dealer; great.[/color] Scott: No. I’m looking for information about Angelus Kincaid. He’s got a warrant for his arrest. He’s being charged with murder. The man executes the guilty, shifty eyes with pure ease. He knows something. I’m hoping he’ll come clean without me having to resort to violence.[/color] Man: I don’t know anything; never heard of the guy. Scott: Listen, son, I’m not a police officer. I just wanna find him. Is your name Jonny by any chance? Jonny: What’s it to you? Bingo. I grab his collar and slam his scrawny body into the wall of his filthy abode.[/color] Scott: So if you don’t know anything, then why is your name in his police profile? Jonny: I thought you weren’t a cop?! Scott:[/color] I’m a Vigilante. Now I’m gonna give you another chance before I use my fist to turn your face into Guacamole; where is Angelus? I can hear him piss his pants; gross. At least I know he’s gonna tell the truth; well…he better.[/color] Jonny: He’s…hiding in an abandoned warehouse…down by the docks… Scott: That wasn’t so hard now was it, Jonny? I let go of his collar, but I feel compelled to kick his head in; so I do. One Headshot later and he’s lying knocked out in a pool of his own urine.Scott: Thanks again, Jonny. I need to get the hell outta this dump and to the docks before Jonny here wakes up. Better get to the Mustang.[/color] The scene fades as Scott rev’s his blood red Mustang and he heads out towards the docks.Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 23, 2009 16:31:59 GMT -5
“TURN THE LIGHTS ON & LET THEM FLASH” Credit: Thunderkiss FLASHING LIGHTS [/font] lights,lights,lights[/center] [For the first time in almost a year Kayne West’s “Flashing Lights” filters from the arena’s sound system. Only this time it has a more hardened sound to it as it appropriately reflects the new attitude of the man who uses it as his anthem. The second it hits the ears of the fans, stomachs begin to churn to the point of near vomiting. This ill felling spreads the another one of the fan’s senses: sight. From that old, familiar, pink hue comes “Aiden,” hands exploring his own body just as Thunderkiss did it oh so many months ago, and just like so many months ago, the fans turn away in horror. While it is quite evident that the fans hold no place in their hearts for “Aiden,” the same can be said for his concern with the matter.] Aiden Joseph: Once again I stand before you, the legion of ACW fandom, and once again I feel ill to the point of retching up the contents of my stomach. Look at you filth. There’s the big screen, look for yourself. [Aiden points his index finger dead center of the Alpha Tron. There, pictures of random audience members are displayed on cue. Those unfortunate enough to have their image plastered up in front of thousands of people lower their heads in embarrassment.] Aiden Joseph: Do you not see the mundane plastered all over the Alpha Tron, the size of which is bigger than most of your houses? Do you not smell the stench of failure in the air tonight? I’ve had the most unfortunate pleasure of sniffing street corners that reeked of more prosperity than this shoddily constructed building! You are the lowest of the low. The poorest of the poor. It is no wonder why each and every one of you clamor onto anything that crawls out of that entranceway, including the ultimate dreg of society, Thunderkiss![Upon mention of the Worldbreaker’s name, the crowd is sent into a tizzy. Several fans cheer the mere mention of his name while others boo it being used in such a derogatory manner.] Aiden Joseph: Exactly the response I suspected. Despite the many reasons I’ve already named, I still cannot fathom why you imbeciles choose Thunderkiss of all people. Perhaps I should go directly to the source to find the answer to this most in uncomprehensible question. Time to throw caution to the wind, risk a sexually transmitted disease and walk amongst you until I find the foulest, most repulsive supporter of Thunderkiss! And by looking at you people, that is going to be quite the undertaking![Aiden goes for the gold metal in hurdling as he leaps over the top rope, then the barricade finally coming to a rest in some empty, front row seating. Several fans make an attempt to push Aiden back over the guardrail but their efforts are thwarted by security. If it was not for their vigil, it would be safe to say that Aiden would find himself greatly outnumbered and in dire danger. Under their watch he comes to the end of his quest as his eyes focus upon a woman dressed in black from top to bottom in clothes so tight it leaves little to the imagination.] Aiden Joseph: So tell me, sow, what qualities could Thunderkiss possibly possess that you find redeeming?Kiss Army Girl: Well, for starters, Tee Kay is a REAL man, unlike a little sissy bitch like you! Aiden Joseph: You foul mouthed simpleton, when was the last time cleaned that cavity of yours, and I do not speak of the one between your legs. That would be like washing a car in the middle of a dust storm, it’s just going to get dirty the second you pull it out of the car wash.Crowd: Oooooooooooh! [Aiden picked the wrong woman to insult. Showing him exactly what she thinks of his opinion, the fan shoots out a ball of saliva that coats Aiden’s face in its wetness. This insult causes him to freeze for a split second as the rage inside of him begins to override all other thought processes. Nobody showers him with their bodily fluids, let alone a filthy cur such as this! His arm clutching hers, its time to teach this disobedient dog a lesson.] Aiden Joseph: You... you .. BITCH!Kiss Army Girl: Ahh! [Aiden’s free arm coils itself upwards like a cobra and just when it is about ready to strike - ] THEY TRY TO TELL YOU “We don’t belong” THAT’S ALRIGHT “We are MILLIONS strong”
THIS IS MY WRESTLING “It makes us proud” YOU ARE MY PEOPLE “We are your crowd” Thunderkiss: GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER![Thunderkiss is a man who could use up all the adjectives for the word “big” in a single sentence. Be this as it may, when the moment calls for it, he can haul ass with the best of them. Witnessing this situation unfold with the rest of us via television, he has finally seen enough. It is time to put down the detective book and make use of the weapons attached at the end of both arms. Watch out, “Aiden,” use of lethal force has been authorised.] Aiden Joseph: Aw, how adorable. The king of the rejects has feelings for this gutter trash. Well, let’s just see how much the well being of this “insignificant” actually matters to you, Thunderkiss![It’s now “Aiden’s” time to show off. Surprising many, he uses his strength to lift the fan over his head with awe inducing ease. There, he takes aim at TK’s head and catapults her off his finger tips. It takes split second timing but TK is able to get both hands up and catch the girl before the concrete floor can do it for him. While this may seem like a lackluster attack, what one fails to realize is that it was not intended to be the opposite. Aiden’s goal the moment he lifted the woman upwards was to escape and this diversion has allowed him to do just that.] Thunderkiss: Shit![All Thunderkiss can do is watch on as Aiden makes his way through hundreds of people to eventual freedom. It has been one week to the day that this fake Aiden came into his life and it is one week from the day that this mystery continues.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 23, 2009 16:32:23 GMT -5
Befriending the Enemy of my Enemy By Dave Shadow, Jason Freeman and Jonny Spade The camera fades in to some locker room backstage...and sitting inside is Jonny Spade, Dave Shadow, and the newly returned Jason Freeman. Spade seems to be looking warily at Freeman, who is leaning back in his chair, casually. Shadow doesn't know whether Freeman can be trusted, but he knows that they all NEED to be on the same page, and so he decides he better do something quick.Shadow: Right, before we go out there for our matches tonight, I think there's some things that the three of us need to work out.Freeman: Work things out? Shadow: Yeah, I mean…look, it’s great that you've decided to help us out against The Empire, and I know what a strong asset you could be to us, but....how do I say this nicely....Spade: The only thing is whether or not we’re able to trust you. Shadow: Blunt, but yeah.And then a bit of a silence. Freeman smirks for a second before answeringFreeman: And why wouldn’t you be able to trust me? Spade: Oh come on. Let’s not play this game! We both know you're not one to make friendsFreeman: I don’t remember anyone saying ANYTHING about making friends. Spade: Well, it’d be nice to have somebody that I know that I can trust, and somebody I know is going to have my back. Somebody that I know I can work well with.Freeman: Working well together and becoming friends are two very different things, Jonny. Shadow senses things are going downhill fast, so he stands up. Shadow: Jezz guys, get a room...They both go silent, and look up at him…and Shadow realizing that he really doesn’t know what to say.Shadow: Ok, let's see. Inspirational speech. Oh! Ok. You two need to listen to me. Everyone is special in their own way. We...make each other strong.Spade: Make each other strong? Shadow: We're not the same. We're different...in a good way. It's where we belong! We're all in this together. Once we know that we are, we're all stars. And we see that We're all in this together, and it shows when we stand, hand in hand, make our dreams come true.Spade: Dave, are you quoting High School Musical? Dave: Em....listen, my point is that the three of us have a great opportunity here to really take out three men who are threatening this promotion. Just cause you and Freeman don't get along, just cause you two have differing philosophies, doesn't mean we can't work together. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. You understand Spade? I get it, you don't trust him, and quite frankly neither do I. But the closest bonds are formed when we stand together, against a common enemy. We work together, and we can beat The Empire. We need to beat The Empire, cause we are the only ones standing between them and domination of ACW. Dave grabs a chair and leaps up on it. The camera starts zooming in on his face, as a flag with the ACW logo drops down behind him and starts waving in the breeze.Dave: We are ACW's first, last and only line of defense against the British invasion, and if we don't stop them, then we doom ACW to a fate worst than death. Friendship. Loyalty. Trust. These are the only things which can save the day. These are the things we must use as weapons against them. Are you with me guys?Spade seems to consider this, before realizing the logic in this. There’s no point in mistrusting. They need to trust each other, because if they don’t, how will they win? He’d be willing to work with Freeman, if Freeman was willing to work with them.Spade: I guess you’re right. We all know one thing, and that’s that the Empire needs to go down. Shadow: And Freeman, surely you feel the same way, so now---Freeman: Are you KIDDING me? Shadow sighs. Spade looks confused, as he thought the issues had been pushed aside, but Freeman seems to be incredulously looking at Shadow, as in in disbelief of what he’s hearing. Dave hops down off the chair, and waves Cole, who has been heolding the flag up behind him and moving it dramatically, away.Freeman: The closest bonds are formed facing a common enemy? Are you joking? Look, I don’t know if you guys are understanding this agreement. We are working together against a common enemy, yes, but as for the rest of the stuff you said? Ridiculous. Listen, I’ve said it before, but in life we’re all out for ourselves. Right? Now you want the Empire taken down. I want the Empire taken down. I don’t understand why it can’t be that simple. Instead I get this junk about friendship and bonding…Jonny Hughes attempted to take me out permanently, and I’m looking to get revenge against him and his little cronies. I obviously can’t do that alone, and that’s where YOU two come in. You want the same thing I want. Therefore, we can help each other get what we BOTH want. Whatever the reasons are, we’re three men after the same goal. That. Is. ALL. We need nothing more than that, and I am not going to GIVE anything more than that, so if you expect me to become “buddies” with you guys, then you’re dead wrong. Obviously, Freeman is not going to be so easy to reason with. Shadow puts a hand to his forehead, because Spade is now glaring in Freeman’s direction. Spade obviously doesn’t like Freeman’s approach to the situation.Spade: So let’s say Empire promised you that if you lead us into a trap…some kind of beatdown or assault, you could have a guaranteed one on one match with Jonny Hughes, with Dan and Jefferson escorted from the arena, would you take it?Freeman: Absolutely. Not what Shadow and Spade wanted to hear for sure.Freeman: I guess you two will have to hope they DON’T do that. But I wouldn’t worry. I’m sure they know what will happen if they let me alone with Jonny Hughes, and I don’t think they’d be willing to take the risk. But, it seems that this agreement isn’t really working for you, huh? You seem a little annoyed. Well, I can see that this is going to affect our ability to work together, which is the only thing that’s important, and so if you want…I’ll shake your hand. I’ll even tell you what you want to hear. Hey, I’ll even be your “friend”…you want that? I’ll say what you want, and I’ll go on about how you can trust me, and how I can’t wait to “hang out” with you guys…and then we can go out for a drink, and we can “bond.”! Oh, the thought just fills me with so much excitement I can barely contain myself. Ugh. You’re making this arrangement quite difficult, but hey, tell me what you want me to say. I’ll say it just like you want, but if you expect me to mean a damn word of it, then you’re a fool. I don’t “do” partners. Understand? I participate in mutual agreements between two parties to arrange for the fulfillment of both of their best interests. I do not go to a deeper level than that. I expect that you two will come to your senses. But tonight, we have matches to win. Matches AGAINST the members of Empire, and in MY opinion…the smartest thing to do would be to prepare for those matches, and to win them. I know I for one, have a match against Dan White, and I intend to defeat him, just as I’ve done before. You two have a tag team match, and I’ll leave you alone to allow you to prepare for it in just the way you like. Happy now? Freeman gets up and rolls his eyes, before walking over to the door, muttering under his breath. He exits the room, and as soon as he’s gone, Spade turns and glares at Shadow.Spade: I knew this was a mistake! Shadow: Well, I mean…he said he’s working with us, at least. Maybe it’s better this way. At least we know exactly what he’s thinking. At least we know what to expect.Spade: Yeah, he’s fine with us NOW. Only because it’s convenient to him. I don’t trust him anyways. We’re fighting three men who are completely unified, and in sync. We can’t possibly stand a chance when we may just fall apart from the inside. It HAD to be him, of all people. Shadow: Well, the other option was that we did it alone, and as confident as I am with myself, that would be suicidal.Spade: If I ever get booked in a tag team match with Freeman as my partner, you better step up and take my place, because I am NOT wrestling that match. Shadow: Spade...The door slams as Spade leaves. Shadow: See you out there then.Shadow sighs. Things are not going well at all.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 23, 2009 16:32:51 GMT -5
Title: No means No…yes even to you Chris! Credit: Chris Phenomenal, Hollywood Mach and Rawt. Don’t ya just love airports. Ever since 9/11 there seems to be one hundred cranky old men trying to shove a probe up your ass looking for concealed weapons. It started spreading to non-turban wearing folk and now it has spread to the greatest amongst us, the stars of the world and more specifically the Mega Star Alliance. That is why our scene opens up in the middle of the Airport on ACW Island as Macho Man RDK, Rawt and WCW have already cleared security and wait on the other side for Chris Phenomenal. Chris Phenomenal: I don’t get why I have to walk through this piece of shit. I’m not going to go blowing up no planes with me on them. And what does this piece of shit even do, does it take like nudie picks of me or some shit.WCW: Damnit Chris, you’ve been wrestling for what, six months now. Flying around the world and what not and you’ve never been through one of these things. Chris Phenomenal: Now we just showed up and hopped onto the plane to go wherever we were going. I’ve never even been inside of an airport before!WCW: Well I'll be…fuck, just walk through bloody the thing! Nothing bad is going to happen I swear! Christ, it’s like talking to a six year old.[/I] With that Chris Phenomenal walks through the metal detectors and as soon as he does the all too familiar beeping sound goes off as Chris looks on, half in shock, half in awe. The security guard standing beside the metal detector looks at Chris, and shakes his head before speaking to him in a heavy Indian accent. Man: Sir…I told you to remove your chains before walking through. Please step back and place them in the bin and then proceed.Chris Phenomenal looks at the man and then at WCW Chris Phenomenal: Can we get a translator over here, I don’t speak whatever the hell this mother fucker speaks!Hollywood: Ahahahahahaha! Yeaaah! Ahahaha, too funny brud - too funny!WCW: …Chris…He was speaking to you in English. He wants you to remove all your bling and put it in the basket before walking through.[/i] Chris looks confused but as Hollywood looks down at his watch impatiently Chris does what WCW says. He removes all his jewellery and puts it into the basket before walking through and once again the alarm goes off as Chris Phenomenal looks at WCW confused and then kicks the metal detector. Man: Sir, I would ask you please to not kick the metal detector. I would ask you please to turn out your pockets and remove any metal objects from them.Chris does as he is told and removes in order, a condom, three pounds, six slips of paper with phone numbers on them, and a stick of bubble gum. Chris puts them in the basket and walks through once more and inevitably once again the alarm goes off as Chris Phenomenal looks stunned. Rawt: Damnit Chris, hurry up! We don’t have all day, Machos got a movie lined up for us! We get to kick some Chinese ass, some russianese ass, some generic ass and just some general ass! Don't force me to have to call the shot on this one! Chris Phenomenal: I’m trying you dumb fucking bastard but these machines keep beeping at me whenever I walk through them, it isn’t my fault![/I] The security guard passes him through to a portly women holding a metal detecting wand as Chris Phenomenal looks at it, his eyes the size of tennis balls. Chris Phenomenal: What the FUCK are you going to do with that thin!?!? Woman, you ain’t shoving that shit up my ass or anything are ya? I DID NOT CONSENT TO THIS! RAPE, RAPE.WCW: Damnit Chris, calm down. She isn’t going to do anything with it aside from wave it across you searching for any hidden metal objects or something. It’s just for safety’s sake. If you are un-comfortable with it then think for once. Do you have any metal objects on you? Chris Phenomenal: Just my gun.[/I] Hollywood: BRUDAH!!!!! Chris reaches into the waist band of his pants and pulls out his gun as the eyes of the security guard explode and WCW reaches out and grabs Chris. WCW: Chris put the gun away, we don’t need a scene here right now.With that another man from security, this one about six feet, two inches and probably two hundred and thirty pounds. Looks at Chris and extends his hand. Man: Sir, I’m going to have to ask for that gun, you can’t take it on the plane.
Chris Phenomenal: I know my constable rights and I can carry a gun if I so please as long as I have my concealed weapons permit…that’s the right word, right WCW.
WCW: Yeah.
Man: Sir I’m going to have to see your concealed weapons permit then.
Hollywood: Uh oh BRUDAH!
Chris Phenomenal: No sweat shit stack, I have it right…here.Chris starts to search frentically, first in his backpack, then in the pocket of his hoody. Everywhere he can think of he looks but in the end it can’t be found. Chris Phenomenal: Hold up a second, I got to have it…somewhere.[/I] Chris once again begins the frenetic search for the lost concealed weapons permit but it is nowhere to be found. Hollywood: Damnit Brud, think, where did you have it last? The Mach has got places to be!With that Chris Phenomenal stops his searching and does something he is not accustomed to doing, thinking. He retreats to deep within as visions of Mainer attacking him, his Friday morning adventures and… Chris: I must have left it at that hoe’s pl…my home.Man: Sir, if you don’t have the permit on you I can not allow you on this plane. The only way you are getting on is if you turn the gun over to me. Chris Phenomenal: That ain’t happening dude, you aren’t touching this thing.Man: Well then sir I am going to have to ask you to step back and allow other people to come through security. Chris Phenomenal: I ain't stepping back, and I’m getting on this plane with my gun!Man: Sir, you aren’t going to be stepping past me with that gun.[/I] Hollywood: Brud, just pass him the gun! They can send it to your house and you can get it back when we come back from HOLLYWOOD!!! YEAH!Rawt: Fuck man, I agree. We're gonna be movie stars for christ sake, lets get this show on the road. Yoshis gonna be lonely without me. Chris Phenomenal: Man, you don’t know what this gun means to me! I aint passing it off to no body. It was my brothers, it was the one person who looked out for me for like six years. He took a fucking bullet for me man, he’s six feet under because he gave up his life for me. I’m not giving this to anyone, no movie or airplane is worth the risk of losing this… HEY I FOUND MY PERMITChris reaches into the basket with all the items that were in his pocket and pulls out one of the sheets of paper folded in two and passes it to the security guard. He looks at the sheet and shakes his head. Rawt: You mean we stood around here for twenty minutes instead of kicking some ass all because you’re a dim witted son of a bitch!?! Hollywood: Shut it jabrone, it's done and over with now. The Mach has got some fans to appease! Let’s get this show on the ROAD!Hollywood winks at WCW before tossing his sunglasses back on as Chris is allowed to pass through and they start walking towards their terminal. Hollywood turns to look at Chris who smiles. Hollywood: You happy now, Chris? That's the last time Pappa Mach is gonna let you pull a jabroni maneuver like that again! Got it?With that Chris Phenomenal nods before he reaches into the kangaroo pouch of his hoody and pulls out a bag of weed and smiles as the scene starts to fade away.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 23, 2009 16:33:23 GMT -5
Match 1: Maximus Dungeon w/ XS3 vs. Jerimiah Lynch w/ AC Evans (Credit: XS3)
The sounds of "Disciple" hit the arena and the crowd is starting up the boos. Lynch and Evans make their way down the ramp and look on at the crowd's disapproval of them, smiling with glee. However, cheers can be heard as Maximus Dungeon and the entity known as Exemplar appear from behind and attack the Faith. Both men aren't even dressed to compete as they don their street clothes, not wanting a match but revenge. Evans and Lynch are tossed into the ring and it is within that moment that they fight back. The two practically begin tearing each other apart as Ginger appears on the stage, calling security down to help pull the two sides apart. Once the two sides are apart, Ginger speaks.
Ginger: That's quite enough out of the both of you! Seeing as how nothing between you two was settled, then we'll take care of business on Saturday. At Genocide, we are going to have AC Evans going one-on-one with Exemplar. And if Exemplar wins, Evans must hand over that secret note he stole from XS3! Now get out of the ring!
Both sides comply, almost unwillingly, and The Faith shoves the security off of them, exiting the ring and taking their leave. Exemplar and Maximus follow shortly after and walk off to the back.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 23, 2009 16:34:27 GMT -5
Title: Da World Chump Credit: Chris Phenomenal and Jake Steele New York has produced some of the greatest sports legends of all time, born and raised in New York names like Kareem Abdul Jabaar and Julius Irving made their living in other cities. Others like Babe Ruth, Patrick Ewing, and Joe Namath were born elsewhere but their names are synonymous with the New York sports scene. In the world of wrestling however two young men are seeking to bring glory once again to the grandest city on earth, and shockingly they both reside in the same promotion, ACW. First the World Heavyweight Champion and resident Brooklyn bad boy Jake Steele. The other is one of the new comers to the ACW roster who has made quite the impact in his short time. One of the members of the Mega Star Alliance, the Harlem Superman Chris Phenomenal. While there paths have yet to cross in ACW, it is only a matter of time until they do, in fact it occurs in 5
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CRASH!!!! The scene opens in the backstage area of the ACW arena. Chris Phenomenal is standing there in his wrestling attire, a little dazed as he looks down at the man he has crashed into, the ACW Champion Jake Steele, surprisingly walking alone. The two are taken a back and immediately assume a fighting stance of sorts before dropping there guard and looking at each other with a sense of loathing in their eyes despite never having come face to face. Chris Phenomenal: Why the fuck you getting in my way man.[/I] Steele: Yo way? You was in MY way.Chris Phenomenal: Seriously man, I was walking along, looking for that cock sucker Mainer than BAM!!! you crash into me and get up in my grill. Now you best back off or I‘m going to lay a hurtin‘ on your ass, and you don‘t want that before facing off with FSX![/I] Steele: I... best back off? Do you really know who da hell you talkin' to, dawg? I got a feelin' you don't, so let me refresh yo memory. I am da ACW World Champ first off, along with bein' one of da toughest dudes on dis entire roster, who would break yo big ass down to size without even a second though 'bout it, you feel me? Now I got places to go, and people to see, so EXCUSE ME!Stepping in front of the champ, Phenomenal looks down at the smaller, but surely not intimidated Jake Steele. He isn't done proving something to him just yet. Chris Phenomenal: Man your full of it, you think your digs are nice backstage, but you aint scene what we call home.[/I] Steele: Haha, I've seen yo little Mega Star locker room... it smells like Canada in there.Chris Phenomenal: Exactly, that’s our locker room were we suit up and discuss strategies. Just because you got an all in one doesn’t mean that’s how every body else rolls. We got our on little suite with juice bar, leather recliners, fine artwork and a massage table where that women who looks exactly like your mother services us. [/I] Steele: Tell me... you did NOT just bring up Momma Steele!Chris Phenomenal: I just did![/I] Steele: You talkin' like you wanna scrap, Chris. I know damn well you ain't dat foolish.Chris Phenomenal: I don‘t think that would be wise man, you know I‘ve got the great equalizer on me, and you got a match at Suicide with FSX that I‘m sure you want to be one hundred percent for.[/I] Chris and Jake stare each other down, peering through the others eyes deep into their soul. Steele: You know Chris, you remind me a lot of me when I first started here. Da attitude, da swagger, you about eight feet taller but you could go far kid, you really could. Da only problem I see with dat is though... between you and me, I'm da one who actually has some skill. I can take on anyone and break them down to my size, and if dey already my size then I'll beat them beneath me. You... on da other hand are too - simple minded. You couldn’t stand toe to toe against Train, and you lack da brain power to outmatch Mainer's psycho ass. So point blank, you could far, but ya won't.Chris Phenomenal: I beg to differ Jake, I’ve actually defeated somebody in my first two months, I’ve beaten Lee Homicide, I’ve beaten Jeremiah Lynch, I’ve beaten every single person that has come across my path. Sure I might not be the imposing specimen of Thunder Train, or a disillusioned bastard like Danny Mainer, but what I am is un breakable, un relenting, and I won’t be satisfied until that title is around my waist. The only difference between us is that I’m from Harlem, home of Jim Jones and countless other people. You’re just a little Brooklyn pussy who goes crying to mama every time something doesn’t go your way.[/I] Steele: ... Hmph. You really don't understand, do you brah?Chris Phenomenal: Naw Jake, I didn’t what I do know though, is that slowly one by one the Mega Star Alliance is going to take each and everyone of you out. One by one in due time the dominoes will fall. You don’t know who will go first, nor second nor who will be the last. What I can assure you of is that at one point in time, me and you will square off in the ring for the ACW Championship and at the end of the night I will be the one with my hand held high, the title around my waist and I will have staked my claim to the baddest mother fucker New York has ever produced.[/I] Steele: You ain't ever had a title match, you ain't fought in da matches I done been apart of, you ain't even got yo dick wet in ACW, and you challengin' me to a title match? Haha! I don't know where you been, but wherever it was dey must have just let anybody be World Champ, huh? You --Chris Phenomenal: I…[/I] Steele: If you really want to see how we do it in ACW, if you really want to see what it takes to be on da top, watch my match against FSX at Genocide real close. I guarantee dat it will destroy every dream you hold, because you will realize dat you will NEVER... have what it takes to beat Jake Steele.Chris Phenomenal: You…[/I] Chris starts to speak but Jake Steele isn’t listening as he brushes past, further enraging him. Chris Phenomenal: I’ll show him, I’ll show him.[/I] [Fade]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 23, 2009 16:35:00 GMT -5
Segment: One Moment Too Late (Credit: Scott Andrews) MONDAY, MARCH 16th 20:42pm - Abandoned Warehouse, South Indigo Pier, ACW Island. [/b] I arrive at the docks not a moment too soon. Angelus is walking towards a boat at the end of the pier. That slime ball thinks he can get away, huh? Not on my watch.
I begin running as fast as I can, all the while trying not to make too much noise. My shoes are perfect for the lion chasing the gazelle. And oh what a hunt it shall be.
I run into the warehouse. The only way to these docks is through here. Guess I better go inside.
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I turn the squeaky handle until the door flings inwards, slamming into the wall. Eh, too late to worry about noise now.
Grabbing the railing I make my way down the stairs to the basement of the warehouse. The floor is dusty and decrepit; smells like someone shit in the cereal of the last people who were here. It won’t smell as bad as the soon to be rotting carcass of Angelus Kincaid, though.
Stealthily maneuvering around at the base of the warehouse, I can’t help but think I’m being watched from all angles. Large wooden crates lay scattered; a perfect layout for a gang fights or a drug battle. Being unarmed, I’m sure as hell not looking forward to a gun fight. There’s a set of semi-automatic Uzi machine guns sitting on the ground behind one of the crates, so of course, I pick them up. I make sure the safety is off and that the magazine’s are full; my uncle Bill may have been a crazy war vet, but at least he taught me some useful things about weaponry.
I take another look across the warehouse. The lack of lighting makes it a bitch to walk through, so I just move towards the light of the back door. I can see Angelus almost at the end of the pier; I have to hurry.
Fuck stealth, I’m running.
I get through the warehouse, no problem; no-one was inside. On the other side, however, I can see a boat full of men, all wearing black suits, holding semi-automatics, just sitting, docked at the pier. One man, distinguishable by his red tie, is talking to Angelus. He shakes hands with the scum bucket and begins boarding the boat. Fuck; I’m too late. I’m about an hundred yards away and the boat is already leaving.[/color] Man: Oi, what are you doing out here?! He startles me. I turn around and point my weapons at his face.[/color] Scott: I’m doing business with the man who got onto the boat. If you can tell me where they’re heading I might let you live. I have two Uzi’s pointed at his face; what did you think he was gonna do?[/color] Man: Alright, alright, I’ll spill! He’s heading over to the other side of the island to hide out in the mafia headquarters. The police won’t touch him in there; he’ll be home free. Scott: Son of a bitch! I gotta run! I smack him in the temple with the butt of one of the Uzi’s.[/color] Scott: Sweet dreams, asswhipe. Obviously there was no time to waste. I have to get to the mafia HQ before they do.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 23, 2009 16:35:31 GMT -5
"Sensual Seduction” Credit: Danny Mainer Groggy, dazed, drained and really friggin’ hungry, Danny Mainer is lying on a leather couch in his locker room as Ray King searches desperately for something buried amongst all the filth and shit that is scattered around his actual locker room. Mainer groggily flaps his arms like he’s trying to fend off a bear while Ray on the other hand out from under a pile of dirty washing digs out a cooler filled to the brim with ice. The small mountain of dirty clothes collapses and Ray drops to his knees to see that this cooler has a code lock on it. He twists the dials roughly guessing what the combination is knowing that Danny wouldn’t remember this even if he was in full state of mind and-Danny Mainer: ”20189! Hurry up I think I might be sick again! Get two of ‘em!”Ray shrugs and does the code for the cooler cracking it open with a heave revealing the glorious brown glowing treasure within the icy coffin. Buried in amongst the ice and frost is at least forty cans of popular UK energy drink Relentless. Ray pulls two cans which takes some strength from aging psychologist as the ice which has wrapped around the cans snaps. This is obviously a rare stash broken into on rare occasions and Ray runs over to Danny with the cans as his hands go blue from the extremely low temperatures of the cans. Ray throws them both to Mainer who sits up at lightning speed to catch them almost like he’s feeling the hyper effects already. Danny pulls a zippo lighter out from his pocket and lights it up holding a can over it so as to melt the icy green stuff inside before cracking the ring pull and guzzling it down at ridiculously fast paces colour returning to his skin already leaving Ray to stop and stare.Raymond King: ”Woah, what the fuck?!”Danny Mainer: ”I’M DRINKING MY BLOOD DAMN YOU! LET ME DRINK IN PEACE YOU FUCK!”As Mainer continues to drink relentless there’s a knock at the locker room door making Ray jump out of his skin. He runs to go answer the door while looking nervously at Danny as he works his way down the second can. Ray opens the door only to realize that it’s his niece Charlotte on the other side. His face goes from aggressive to shocked to big, awkward grin as he gives his niece the once over.Raymond King: ”OH! IT’S YOU! Haha! HAAA!!! HAHAHAHAH! Haaaa! AHAAAAA! … GET IN NOW!”Without asking permission he grabs her and throws her inside the locker room slamming the door behind him spreading his arms along the frame like he expects people to stop knocking because of it. Charlotte looks at Mainer, the state of the locker room, the occasional puddle of puke and then Ray bricking it to realize that something is amiss. She takes control and puts both hands on her hips cocking an eyebrow at Ray.Charlotte King: “What’d you do to Danny?” Raymond King: ”What, ME?! Sod all Charlie! This little twat had too much to drink last night! I did nothing! I spent all last night in my motel drinking a little bottle of Jack Daniels and re-reading The Return of the King for the ninth time! Meanwhile, as compared to my little bottle this man had half of Liverpool’s ale supply and now he’s throwing up! He’s been a mess for the last week now and I’ve had to clean up every last splash of puke! Nobody is worth this much stress! Not even this git! He wants to fight Rattle but he’s in no state and he seems to think that Relentless will cure him. He’s bloody mad in the head and if he thinks I’m gonna’ let him out there he can fuck off!”Charlotte King: “Maybe there IS something wrong with him? Have you tried listening to what he says?” Charlotte gives Danny a sympathetic look like the kind you’d do if you saw an abandoned puppy chained to a fence and left to die while Ray gives him the “If anyone sees this my life is over” look. They both look to each other as Mainer wipes his mouth after finishing his second can. He then turns his head to them and looks at ‘em with raised eyebrows.Danny Mainer: ”Hi Charlotte. What’s crack-a-lackin’?”Charlotte King: “Umm Dan, have you been drinking?” Danny Mainer: ”No! Don’t listen to Ray! He’s a prick! I haven’t touched a drop in like three weeks. I’ve just been really god-damn sick since I thundercrashed Chris through a windshield! It’s like, soon as I did that I started dribbling and throwing up in bursts. The Relentless seems to kill that. It’s like my Phoenix Down or some shit. I’d offer ya’ some but it’s really rare to get in the states or on this island and so it’s expensive. Where’s Amelia by the way?”Charlotte King: “Uh, who?” Raymond King: ”His new girlfriend. She disappears in bursts to go smoke weed. That smell in the back-alleys ain’t piss I can tell ya’ that much.””Eww” Charlotte muses as the door opens sending Ray forward as Amelia slinks through a narrow gap as if on cue with a big dopey smile on her pretty face.Amelia Frost: “Hey guys, what’s goin’ on?” Raymond King: ”Mainer’s throwing up everywhere and thinks he can beat Rattlesnake tonight.”Danny Mainer: ”Oh have a heart you grumpy old fuck! You don’t think I can beat Rattlesnake? I’m FINE! If I get a little touchy you’ll run out and roll me a Relentless man it’s simple as fucking shit! Don’t tell me I can’t go out there and compete when I mercilessly beat the fuck outta’ Spade. You know I’m better then that. This could be my last chance to fight Snake after he KO’d my white ass in the Tag Match with Sarin and ANTHRAX. I’m gonna’ get the motherfucker and make him pay for humiliating me and at the same time I’m gonna’ show the world that if I can kick his ass there ain’t no way Torak is losing either. THAT motherfucker scares me! So, come on guys and gals. What’cha gonna do? You either gonna’ let me compete or am I gonna’ have to raise hell backstage to make up for it? The MainerManiacs and JesterFans alike wanna see me whether I wanna see them or not!”Amelia Frost: “I think you should do whatever you wanna do baby. I’m behind you every step of the way my strong, sexy vampire.” Both Ray and Charlotte look at Amelia with confused looks as she clasps her hands together and stares at the ceiling dreamily.Charlotte King: ”Where the Hell did he find her?”Raymond King: *muttering* ”I don’t know. Some art school in Detroit.”Charlotte King: “Come on Ray, if he wants to kill himself let him. I don’t see any harm for any of the three of us in doing so even if we might get viewed as a bit ruthless. Let’s send him out, help him if he needs be but I don’t think we should stand in the way if he has a death wish.” Raymond King: ”I suppose so, I mean what else are they gonna’ fill in the timeslot with? Reruns of The Nookie Sheet? No thank you, I already see too much of them on TV. I don’t wanna see anymore of Fat Albert and Dave Chappell then is necessary.”Charlotte King: “What good is The Palace of Money if you’re too poor to enjoy it?” Raymond King: ”Exactly. Alright Mainer we’ll let you do it on one condition.”Danny Mainer: ”Oh, what’s that?”Raymond King: ”Immediately after the match you do an interview with Kev Anderson. Do that without throwing up or drinking Relentless and I’ll let you go. You can’t hurt him ‘til he says the interview is over. Understood?”Danny Mainer: ”Alright, I’ma get some beauty sleep now.”Before anyone can object, Mainer collapses on the couch and Amelia climbs on the couch and lies next to him gagging a little at the puke smell. Ray and Charlotte shrug and leave them to it as the screen turns to black.FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 23, 2009 16:35:57 GMT -5
There will be Blood. By Dave Shadow As the show comes back after a commercial break, we cut to the back where Dave Shadow stands outside one of the dressing rooms. Mickey Cole stands beside him, microphone in hand. Dave looks off into the distance, an air of confidence around him, as he holds the Entertainment Championship proudly on his shoulder. He is dressed in his full wrestling gear, ready for his match later in the evening.Cole: Dave Shadow, later on tonight, you will be teaming up with Jonny Spade once more to go face to face against two members of The Empire. You’ve faced Jack Jefferson and Jonny Hughes before, so what are your thoughts at this time? Dave: My thoughts are ones of confidence and excitement Cole. Confidence in that as you said, we have had this match before, and it was myself and Spade who walked out as the victors. It was me who hit my patented Vashta Nerada move on Hughes and picked up the one...two...three. I know that we can do that again Cole, cause I have faith in Spade to provide me with some excellent back up. I know that we can work well as a team when we go out to the right together, and things will be no different this time.Cole: And excitement? Dave: Well Cole, I’m always excited when the time comes to go out and fight in front of the great ACW fans. Those people have paid money for their tickets to come and see me wrestle in this fine building, and who am I to disappoint them. And as much as I may despise the trio of men who call themselves The Empire, I know in my heart that we can put on some great matches out there. This title that I hold over my shoulder....I love trying to live up to its name. Dave Tyler is all about doing what is in the best interest of the promotion, and trying to prove that he deserves this championship title.Cole: Well, last week, we found out that you and Spade had been in contact with Jason Freeman, and that the three of you have now decided to align with each other to put up a front against the Empire. Dave: It’s true Cole, though I don’t know if you’ve heard....there’s a bit of tension at the moment between Spade and Freeman. Ok, lets face facts. Freeman is not the most trust worthy person that we could have got on our team to fight the Empire.Cole: That’s an understatement Dave. Dave: But he does have several things going for him that we can use to our advantage. He’s a phenomenal athlete, he’s a former Entertainment Champion, and the best thing of all...he REALLY wants to see the downfall of the Empire. He has some major beef with Hughes at the moment, and that means he’s really motivated about this war we are engaged in. See, when me and Spade went looking for someone to join us in our fight, we had a lot of trouble. A lot of people were scared, and although many told me that they had other things to take care of, the high and low of it was that they knew that getting involved in a fight against the Empire was dangerous. They were scared.Cole: Can you blame them? Dave: Lord, no. I’m terrified as well. The thing is though that I know that sometimes, you’ve got to fight through the fear and try your best. See, there was an Irish philosopher called Edmund Burke, and he said something which will stick with me forever. He said “When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall one by one, an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible struggle”. What that means Cole, is that all it takes for evil to win is for the good to stand back and do nothing. And that’s what a lot of people were going to do here in ACW. But not us. Me and Spade and Freeman....we know we’ve got to fight against The Empire, lest they start to take over this promotion. And I refuse to let that happen.Cole: Wait, did you just call Freeman “good”? As in morally just and a representative of all things right in this world? Dave: Em...yeah?Cole: .... Dave: Well, it’s Burke’s saying, or the old “Beggars can’t be choosers” line. We’ve got our third man so now The Empire doesn’t hold the numbers advantage. They’ve relied for too long on having that unfair edge over us, but now things are a little bit fairer, it’s time to finish this off. See, last week, I cost Dan the World Title. I prevented him from winning something that he not only craves more than anything else in the world, but something that would have given a huge amount of power to The Empire. That was just smart. Then, on Meltdown, we got one over on The Empire again. We took them out back and we showed them why you don’t mess with us. Me, Spade and yes, even Freeman. We are the three men who have stepped up to the plate and said that we want to rid ACW of the evil that is The Empire. We are the men who know what needs to be done. And while I can’t speak for the other two, I fear what could happen. I fear what will happen. This will not end will Cole. Someone is going to get hurt.Dave looks at Cole, his usual smile lost in the serious look which covers his face. He looks down at the floor, shaking his head, before walking past Cole, heading down the hall. Cole looks at the camera, and shrugs as the camera fades to black....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 23, 2009 16:36:26 GMT -5
“THE WRONG TOUCH” Credit: Dan White, Thunderkiss [Step aside Dick Tracy, there is a new detective in town. One week ago to the day Thunderkiss came face to face with himself and no, this was not in front of a mirror. Staring back at him was none other than Aiden Joseph, only it wasn’t himself; he is 500% sure of that. Whomever it was, they had not only his look down, but his voice, his mannerisms and most irritating, his arrogance. Luckily for TK, he also had his strength when he was Aiden Joseph or rather lack of. Easily able to overcome this falsity, the mystery was almost solved if not for the clever use of a smoke bomb by his doppelganger. It is this fact that has led Thunderkiss here tonight, the locker room door of the Empire. It no coincidence that “Aiden” used a trick from Dan White’s playbook, he is most sure of that. Considering the history of White’s mind games, our audience agrees. The world watches on as Thunderkiss does his best Batman impersonation and kicks White’s door down. Two doors in less than a week. If TK keeps this up he’ll be putting the island locksmiths out of business in no time.] Thunderkiss: Why?Dan White: You what? Thunderkiss: Why would you do it, Dan? What’s your angle this time? Dan White: What the hell are you on about, mate? I don't have a scooby doo. Thunderkiss: Oh? I care to disagree. Aiden Joseph, Dan? Aiden Joseph. Dan White: Dude, I know what your real name is. Thunderkiss: Stop it. Just stop it with the evasiveness. Be a man, come out with it. What’s the deal with my imposter, White? Don’t deny it. You’ve fucked with my head before and your kind never changes. Add in this - [From his pocket Thunderkiss pulls out the remains of the smoke bomb used by the fake Aiden to assist him in his escape. As White’s eyes fall upon it, TK reads his facial expression. To his surprise it is genuine bewilderment. Suspicions of a very good acting job begin to creep to the forefront of his mind.] Thunderkiss: And this mystery has your MO written all over it.Dan White: Oh, that thing. I was wondering where that fucked off to. [White reaches out for the depleted bomb; Thunderkiss pulls it back. Seeing this as an act of aggression, Thunderkiss rolls up his sleeves and puffs out his chest. If words won’t bring Black and White out, perhaps his fists can. A step forward is taken.] Thunderkiss: You son of a bit - Dan White: Nuh-uh. [With an arrogant smile, Dan White throws his eyes to both sides of his body, directing TK to focus in those directions. Upon seeing The Royles, Pat MgGroin and Ivor Biggin standing in the background, TK’s threat diminishes by the second. He may be good, but three against one? Nobody in Vegas is going to bet on the Thunderman with those odds.] Dan White: Do you want to know the truth, Thunderfanny? [Mature...] Dan White: My locker room got smashed into about a week ago or so. Someone nicked that outta my bad. So I'll tell you what you're gonna do, right? You gonna stop pissing me about, stop wasting your time, do me a favour and piss off out of my business. And while you're at it, find the little bastard who broke into my room, and leave some of him for me. Thunderkiss: If I find out you are lying - Dan White: *interrupting* Let me guess, you’ll be back or do something very bad to me? You are getting too predictable, Kiss. Thunderkiss: Aren’t we all.[The tension is like the egos in the room, thick. Heeding White’s advice Thunderkiss exits out of the hole in the wall he created, taking the extra effort to crush the remains of the door with his heel on his way out. White receives the message loud and clear and files it away for future motivation in the coming months to come. No matter the outcome of TK’s search, it is quite evident to he, the audience and even Thunderkiss himself that their paths will soon surely cross again.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 23, 2009 16:36:52 GMT -5
Match 2: Jonny Hughes & Jack Jefferson vs. Jonny Spade & Dave Shadow (Credit: Chris Phenomenal)
The war between these four reached new levels last week as The Empire, Spade and Shadow fought in the back. The result did not end favourable for The Empire, with Jason Freeman showing up to aid Shadow and Spade, The Empire was forced to retreat like Frenchman. Tonight they look to settle the score inside of the squared circle.
The Beginning[/b]
Dave Shadow and Jack Jefferson started the match off with a good ole fashioned collar and elbow tie up, bulling each other around the ring until Jefferson decided to take the early advantage, stomping on the foot of Dave Shadow and then delivering a thumb to the eye before whipping him into their corner. From their Jefferson and Hughes cut the ring in half, delivering quick blows to Shadow before tagging out, keeping the fresh man in at all times. With Shadow starting to wear down in the corner, Hughes looked to speed up the process, connecting with The Perfect Series and holding it for a near three count. Hughes was quick to his feet afterwards and hauled Dave back into his corner before tagging in Jefferson who comes in and nails him with a slingshot senton. It is only the ropes that are able to save Dave this time as he grabs a hold of the bottom rope just before the hand falls for the third time.
The Middle[/b]
Jefferson stayed in control, working Dave over some more in the corner as Jonny Spade stirred restlessly on the apron, unable to help his partner out. Jefferson tagged in Johnny Hughes as Dave Shadow was face down on the canvas. Jefferson stood upon his neck as Hughes entered. Hughes continued to maintain control with an assortment of strikes before Dave was able to duck under and tried going to his corner. Hughes was able to catch him in time though and put him into a sleeper hold. With the punishment he had sustained so far Dave appeared to be falling un conscious much sooner. In desperation he feigned firing a reverse left elbow the Hughes looked to block but Dave outsmarted him coming with the right and then a quick hip toss freeing him. Dave hastened to his corner and tagged in Spade for the first time who raised hell, connecting with rights and lefts to Hughes before Jefferson entered and he himself ate a big right from Johnny Spade. Hughes got to his feet and took a massive Spinebuster, before covering Hughes …1 …2 NO! Jack Jefferson was able to recover in time and put a well placed boot into the shoulder of Spade breaking the fall but bringing Dave Shadow into the ring with a springboard cross body as he got to his feet.
The End[/b]
With all four men in the ring the referee lost control of the arms and legs as the four parties brawled back and forth. Hughes cold clocking Shadow but in turn Jefferson was caught by a S-Drop #3 from Johnny Spade. The referee restored order by ordering Jonny Spade out of the ring as Hughes and Shadow went at it exchanging a few rights before Hughes got the advantage whipping Shadow off the ropes. Dave stole the advantage as Hughes ducked out looking to hit a massive back body drop but instead ate the boot of Dave Shadow. Dave looked to end the match right then and there with a Vashta Nerada but Hughes would have none of it, lifting up and looking to hit Shadow with a Shock and Awe but Dave falls off the back. Jonny Spade enters the ring and intercepts Jack Jefferson with a hard clothesline that sends both men tumbling over the top rope as Hughes turns around and is met with a Future Endeavour’d, cracking him right in the face as Hughes fell like a sack of potatoes. Dave mercifully hooked the leg as the referee got into position to count the fall …1 …2 …3
The Winners[/b]
By Pinfall following a Future Endeavour’d…Dave Shadow and Jonny Spade[/b]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 23, 2009 16:37:16 GMT -5
Segment: Need Dat Cake (Credit: Lee, Steele)
?: Lee? Lee? LEE!
His eyes slowly open. He it feels as if he had been hit by a train, run over again and again...by three cars. He looks up and sees himself lying in the emergency room, wires attached to his body. His neck feels stiff, and he isn’t able to move it for a long while. Certain body parts of his feel numb. Seated next to him is none other than ACW World Champion himself, Jake Steele. His eyes are red, obviously souvenirs from staying up all night to keep a vigil for his new bud. Lee, cringing with every movement, slowly turns his head to Steele. Lee’s skull hurts like hell. He nearly screams out loud from the pain. Silence fills the room for a few moments. Lee tries to move his fingers slowly over to the food table next to him. He sighs a little as he catches sight of the objects on the table: a half-eaten sandwich and two crushed up orange juice cartons, one with a straw inserted it in. Lee chuckles a little.
Lee: Wow, I must’ve been mega-hungry, or someone else ate all my shit.
Steele: Ya damn right it's shit. Hospital food sucks donkey ass. Especially dat sandwich, it taste like fried ass placed between two slices of bread...and some mayo.
Lee isn’t mad. He laughs it off, even though even this simple action causes his body to ache. His head feels numb, just from one wrestling match. One ungodly vicious Rock Bottom. A wheelchair was brought out just so he could get backstage. Looking back on it, all Lee can remember is being pretty much out of it. He stares at the ceiling, the lights blinding him for a few moments. There’s another old man lying to his right, watching The Price is Right. Lee feels around his body, touching his leg for a few moments. He peeks at the chair to his right. His clothes are still there. Thank god. He hated wearing the damn hospital gown. That breeze was always less than pleasant.
Lee: You can head out if you want to. I’m fine now.
Steele sighs hugely. He isn’t comfortable leaving Lee alone in a place like this. He knew of Lee’s bad experiences with hospitals.
Lee: All right, lemme rephrase that: get outta here!
Steele chuckles at Lee’s obsession with putting on his macho front.
Steele: Aight, you don't got ask me twice, I get ya drift. You gonna be ready for da next show, right?
Lee: Ya kiddin’ me? It’s just a flesh wound!
Lee snickers mischievously, and Steele is soon to follow. It relieved him to know that a Lee that looked like crap, smelled like crap, and, in all likelihood, felt like crap was still able to joke around all the same.
Steele: Keep it pimpin', pimpin'.
Steele rises up from his seat and snatches his Armani blazer before opening the door and sauntering out of the room in his usual silky smooth manner. Lee twists his neck to the side in an attempt to stretch his achy muscles, wincing as his bones crack silently.
The old man is heard moving through his things next to Lee. Then there’s a bang as something drops. A few more things drop, and Lee uses a book next to him to open the curtain.
Old Man: That moron shut the door.
Lee laughs out loud for a few moments. The old man makes his way to the door and authoritatively slams it shut, making sure the next guy would think twice before opening it again. He slowly makes his way back to his bed and and slowly bends over to sit on the edge of his bed. The old man rubs his chin for a few moments and scratches his head. The few loose hairs that he has on his head are nearly gone. It’s amazing to Lee that this guy could even walk. He seats himself on the edge of the bed, looking at the television screen. Lee slowly breaks his stare at the man and turns his attention to the screen also. Drew Carey, what a paper game show host. Now Bob Barker, he was a man’s game show host. Why? The passion, the drive. It had always boggled the mind of Lee Homicide. The love and passion that he had for the business kept him going.
The old man breaks the silence by spitting out a batch of blood into the trash can next to him. Sniffing loudly, the man looks at Lee as he continues to spotlight on the screen. The old man makes a noise as he gets onto his bed, letting out a little sigh of pain.
Old Man: Hey there, kid. What brought you here anyway? Looked pretty nasty when you came rolling into this place. I thought you were dead or something.
Slightly stunned, Lee breaks his attention away from the TV.
Lee: Eh, just a little injury. I thought I was dead for a minute too. And what do I get for it? I wake up to find my friend had eaten half of my food.
Old Man: Why not just take the painkillers, kid? I heard you rejecting them, nearly punched a nurse and a doctor in the process.
Lee: I don’t need any of those. What? I look like some kinda common pussy bitch to you?
Way to kill the conversation, old man. He’s baffled at what Lee says. The man is in pain himself and probably taking painkillers daily. Finally, a doctor makes his way through the door and looks at both of the men as he slowly makes his way to the end of Lee’s bed. He removes his glasses and looks at his paper work, flipping through the numerous pages.
Doctor: Well, it looks like there aren’t any lingering effects from your injury. Just one more night here, and you should be set to go.
This reassurance doesn’t do much to assuage Lee’s resentment. Anger fills his eyes. Nothing pisses him off more than just sitting in a bed and looking at the sky.
Lee: Fuck that, I’m getting out of this place tonight.
Doctor: Sir, if you had taken the painkillers, you would have been out of here hours ago. Do you want to take the painkillers?
Lee: No, you asshole, what the fuck do you think? If I already said no once, I’m going to say no again. Now get me the hell out of here, before I burn this place to the shits.
Doctor: If you insist on playing macho, you’ll have to be here another night.
Lee: I hope you die.
Doctor: Fair enough.
The old man chuckles to himself, not loud enough for Lee to hear. The doctor signs a few papers and puts it at the end of Lee’s bed. The doctor makes his way to the hallway and quickly vanishes from Lee’s vision.
Old Man: I’ve seen injuries like yours before. I’ve been in this room a long time, seen many young folks like you in bad ways. You’re lucky you ain’t leavin’ here in a wheelchair.
Lee: Heh, it’d be better than sitting in this place. What’s it called again? 7th layer of hell?
Old Man: Well, just one more night in this place, and you’re out of here, I’m stuck here until whenever. I don’t even know how long it’s going to take for me to get out of here. Hell, I’ve forgotten how long I’ve been here.
Lee realizes he has been looking at this situation the wrong way, not noticing how lucky he really is. He couldn’t even imagine how this poor little old man felt. The old man turns off the TV. An eerie silence fills the room. A few doctors walk past without taking a peek in.
Old Man: Kid, what do you do for a living? Construction? Looks like you took a nasty fall.
Lee: Not quite. I’m a wrestler. Got my head slammed in a bad way.
Old Man: Was it a big match?
Lee: It’s not gonna win any match of the year honors, but it was the main event. Shouldn’t have been so careless in the ring and left myself open to that kind of attack. Guess I couldn’t help it. I was gonna go balls to the wall no matter what.
Old Man: You know I used to be a big wrestling fan back in the day. I’ve aged, haven’t been able to catch much of it now.
He mumbles a few more words that Lee doesn’t quite hear. He clears his throat, and his voice gets louder.
Old Man: I forgot to introduce myself. Name’s Paul. Yours?
Lee: Lee.
Paul: Ah, well, Lee, hate to see a kid like yourself out here. You could be wrestling in front of a massive crowd, all of them hanging on your every move, instead locked up here with a crazy man like myself.
Once more at a loss for words, both men stare at the ceiling for a bit. It seems as if little kids had taken some crayons to that area. There were flowers and unicorns. Lee quickly speaks without getting too caught up with the drawings.
Lee: Not to be rude--and you don’t have to answer or anything--but why are you in here?
The old man has to consider this question for a while. He takes a sip of his warm water.
Paul: Why am I here? Simple. The reason I’m here is simply me, myself, and I. I didn’t take something as soon as I saw it. Drove me crazy. And to this day, I still regret that one decision.
Lee: What happened?
Paul: Not taking the chance when I saw it. You see, years ago, I was one of the bigwigs around Chicago. I sold stock to thousands of people. I had a wife, a family. And one best friend, one friend that I could trust. He and I worked from city to city. Then one day, I got the chance to move out to New York. I had the chance to be working for one of the biggest companies in the world. Living the good life, you know? Fast cars, fancy suits, cushy office chairs, the works.
The story is getting more interesting, and Lee listens a little more closely than before.
Paul: Of course, I, being the man that I was, didn’t want to leave my friend behind. What I didn’t know was that my “friend” hardly shared the same loyalty for me. He told me if I rejected the offer, the company wasn’t going to ask him. He wasn’t at “my level,” as he put it. Long story short, I decided not to take the job. A few days later, I get a call from my friend, telling me that he’s moving out to New York. Then, he just hung up the phone. I fell into a depression shortly after that. The hell do these doctors know about that? One night, I got into a car accident. That’s what’s been keeping me here. My liver is nearly dead. My lungs are probably blacker than you could imagine. If there’s one lesson in life kid, it’s that you better take what you can. Life isn’t about sitting around and being pushed around.
Paul sighs a little, nearing the end of his story.
Paul: I tell ya, kid, people aren’t going to remember you for all the nice, cutesy crap. They’re going to remember you for one thing. What you have at the end of the day. Your money, your car, your woman, your accolades. Take whatever you can, whenever you can. You don’t want to end up like me, laying in a hospital, having your daughter work two jobs to try and help to keep you in here. I shouldn’t keep you here listening to my stories… and my lessons, most kids your age probably don’t even give a shit for me anyway.
Lee mentally replays this conversation a few more times as the old man sat up and made his way slowly to the bathroom, not saying one word. Lee slowly closes his eyes in his attempt to get away from everything. Sleep would kindly come to him.
= = =
Steele: Yo, Lee, rise and shine, brutha!
Lee’s vision is a bit blurry at first. When things do come into focus, he’s treated to the less than lovely sight of Jake Steele a few inches from his face, making sure Lee’s still alive...or something. Lee just shoves Steele away.
Steele: ( to doctor ) See, I told you he wasn’t dead. He might smell like shit, but let’s be real, he never been da freshest of cats, you know what I’m sayin’?
The doctor is not amused as he does an about-face and exits the room.
Steele: You ready to get off yo ass and start bein' useful again?
Lee: Please. I can whup your ass lying down, so don’t be startin’ dat shit.
Steele lifts Lee up, supporting Lee’s weight on his shoulder as he brings Lee slowly over to the wheelchair. Once Lee’s booty is firmly rooted in the chair, Steele starts wheeling him out of the room. Lee steals one last glance at Paul, who is staring at the TV screen. Steele looks down at Lee slightly confusedly.
Steele: Who dat nigga?
Lee sighs hugely.
Lee: A sorry old man.
Fade.
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