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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 23, 2009 16:38:05 GMT -5
Segment: What’s in a name? (Credit: Rena)
Rena was sitting with a pencil in her hand and sheets of paper sprawled across her desk. She was on the phone, moving the number 2 pencil in between her freshly manicured fingers.
Rena: mmm, I don’t know…
She was now doodling, thinking about how she was to figure out who exactly she must slay.
Rena: heh? Sorry, I’m just preoccupied. No, I agree. Yes. Oh, he never told me that. Well I’ll have to check my schedule.
And then she saw it, as plain as day. She had doodled something she had never thought about. It made so much sense, now that it was on paper.
Rena: I’ll have to call you back. Yes. Bye.
It’s me.
It’s time to pay a visit to the Phantom.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 23, 2009 16:38:20 GMT -5
Segment: The Undesirable Alternative (Credit: TK, Senator)
As the show returns from the break, the Senator’s ACW office is occupied, not just by Senator Phillips, but also, by his foe of the last month, Thunderkiss. TK, having just made his way through the door, sits down in the chair facing the Senator’s desk, and props his feet up, much to the Senator’s disgust.
The Senator: I see you arrived on time, for once.
TK: Oh, you know I wouldn’t have missed this little tea party for the world! So tell me, Phillips, how is your March Madness bracket going? I’m still in it but stupid Freeman is having all the luck.
Senator: Cut the small talk, we both know what this is about. Give me the file back.
TK: File? What file? If you mean the one filled with pornography on my computer, you can forget it, Phillips. I got some one of a kind spread eagle shots that are irreplaceable.
Senator: You know what I am talking about.
TK: Seriously, I don’t. Even if you were talking about a lone file placed inside a massive safe, the locks of which were ripped apart like paper, I would have absolutely no idea what you are going on about.
Senator: You also clobbered Anthony Kalb, but he heals fast. I want that file, now.
TK: And I want an all night orgy at the Playboy mansion, but you don’t always get what you want, Steve! Geesh, you would think an adult such as yourself would have learned that lesson already. Somebody get me the Rolling Stones!
Senator: Give me that blasted file or I will tear you into an inoperably wretched mass of protoplasm!
TK: Ectoplasm? Somebody has been watching too much Ghostbusters.
Senator: The time for games are over. You do not know what you are playing with. If this persists, I will seek legal…
TK: Tsk! Tsk! You don’t want the world to know about Blackthorne, now do ya Stevie?
Senator: You may have found that there was no real information in the file.
TK: .... Yeah, alright. It sucked. I tried to read it, and it was like going through the phone directory. But anyway, something tells me that you really, really want to keep this name out of the public eye. You know what the price I’m asking for is on this one.
Senator: You want a match, at the next pay per view, correct?
TK: Bingo.
Senator: Then consider it a done deal. As soon as the contract is signed, I want that file back, though.
TK: I’ll have it wrapped up in a pretty pink bow. We wouldn’t want anything to not match your demeanor, after all.
Senator: Trust me, I do not want this match, but you forced my hand. DO realize that although I am out of training, I still possess the ability, and now, the motivation to…
TK: Shut the hell up? That’s great! Just what I wanted to do. Now if you’ll excuse me, Steve, I got to go entertain the masses. It’s a dirty job but someone’s gotta do it.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 23, 2009 16:38:41 GMT -5
Segment: Wrong Place, Right Time (Credit: Scott Andrews) MONDAY, MARCH 16th 21:14pm - Mafia Headquarters, Port Salignov, ACW Island. [/b] I arrive at the base. This is not the first time I’ve been here, and I suspect they’d remember my face if I went in without some sort of disguise on. To be honest, the pricks probably wouldn’t be able to tell their mouth from their asshole, so I may be alright.
As I approach the main door, a guard wanders around the corner. I naturally react with a swift kick to the head, knocking him out cold. The other guard rushes round to see what the fuss is; I give him a roundhouse kick for his troubles. Two unconscious bodies; whatever shall I do with these?------------------------------- Two minutes later and I’m donning the get up of ACW islands mafia division. Surely they’ll let me in now.
I walk up to the door where another guard is coming out.[/color] Guard: Where are Jimmy and Paulo? Uh…[/color] Scott: They went to the store. Guard: They went to the store? Scott: Yeah, um, apparently Paulo was craving Gummy Bears or something. I gotta take a slash; watch the doors till those guys get back would ya? Guard: Uh, yeah sure. Scott: Great, you’re a lifesaver. Stupid bastard.
I make my way through the crowd of faces; mafia king pins, gorgeous girls in minimal clothing, gang members doing lines of cocaine of poker tables; just the kind of place someone like Angelus Kincaid would fit in; a cesspool rotting away all moral grounds. I enter the toilets and make sure no-one is in here before I make a very important phone call to Mr. Bronson.[/color] Bronson: Hello, Scott? Scott: Yeah, it’s me, I can’t talk long; I’m inside the mafia headquarters. I’m trying to get Angelus out. If we don’t get him out of here now, we’ll never do it. Get the SWAT Team and raid the mafia base on the premise of harboring a fugitive. Angelus will be arriving by boat any minute, so get to it! Bronson: You’re a foolish man, Scott. But I guess we have to save you from being killed in there as well. Scott: Don’t worry, I’m disguised. Bronson: As what? A hand gun? Scott: No, asshole, I beat up two guards and took one of their suits, and might I add, I look pretty damn spunky in it! Now get to it! Bronson: On our way, Scott. Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 23, 2009 16:38:57 GMT -5
Match 3: Dan White vs. Jason Freeman (Credit: Chris Phenomenal)
Last week The Empire challenged Dave Shadow and Jonny Spade to a fight in the parking garage, thinking they had the three on two advantage. Unbeknownst to them however, Dave and Jonny brought backup in the form of Jason Freeman. With Jefferson and Hughes facing off against Dave and Spade earlier in the night, the other two combatants looked to settle the score inside of the ring, as the returning Jason Freeman took on the man who ended the career of Josh Robertson, Dan White.
The Beginning[/b]
The match started off with Dan White and Freeman circling each other before engaging in a collar and elbow tie up, forcing each other around in a circle before Freeman took the lead, breaking out and slapping Dan White in the face. The crowd was hushed for a moment as Dan put his hand to his face and then looked at it before countering with a right, and another right, and another right backing Freeman up against the ropes before doubling him over with a kick to the stomach. Dan goes for a neck breaker but Freeman grabs a hold of the ropes as Dan drops out, Freeman takes the advantage with a few stomps as Dan tries to get up before chopping him on top of the head stunning Dan for a moment. Freeman looks to end it early going for the shining axe kick but as he plants his leg in Dan flips him into the air. Freeman lands on his feet against the ropes and as Dan gets to his feet Freeman attacks running past him and looking to hit with a running bicycle kick. Dan moves out of the way and catches Freeman in a fireman’s carry position before going to the ropes and turning it into a Crackpot Innuendo and holds for the cover …1 …NO! Freeman gets a shoulder off the canvas as Dan White is all smiles being in complete control of the match.
The Middle[/b]
In control of the match Dan White rolled off of Freeman and looked to send a message to Dave Shadow and Jonny Spade by stomping the day lights out of Jason Freeman. It was only the threat of disqualification that stopped Dan, and even then he managed to get in one final cheap shot. Freeman took a moment to gather himself but as he tried to get to his feet Dan went right back onto the offense connecting with a MASSIVE Spinechiller. Freeman looked to be done as Dan slowly went for the cover and his lack of speed cost him as Freeman got the shoulder up at two. Dan looks to be in complete control as he gets up. For a fleeting moment he ponders inflicting more punishment on Freeman but instead decides the allure of the backstage bar is more appealing. Freeman gets to the ropes as Dan White looks to grab a hold for the Stunt Bomb but is instead back dropped over the top rope by Freeman. Dan grabs a hold of the top rope, making sure he lands on the apron but as he does Freeman turns around and catches him with a standing drop kick knocking White off the apron and crashing to the floor below. Freeman takes a moment to catch his breath before going across the ring and as Dan gets to his feet Freeman leaps off before connecting with the Freeflight as Dan appears to be out cold on the outside. Freeman takes a few seconds to stare down Dan White before tossing him into the ring and covers him. Like Dan earlier however the few seconds of pure loathing cost Freeman the match as Dan was able to kick out at two.
The End[/b]
With Freeman now in control of the match he looked instead to inflict more damage, rolling Dan White over and raping the mat with his face before locking him into a camel clutch and started to gouge his eyes every time the ref turned away. With McNally and Edison at the table yelling at the referee about the illicit tactics he seemed oblivious until Freeman lost focus and kept the gouge in for a second longer than needed. After the forced break Freeman got to his feet as Dan White took his time trying to recover as much energy as possible. Finally getting to one knee Freeman charged looking to hit the shining axe kick again but this time Dan White dropped out. Freeman didn’t stop instead continuing off the ropes not realizing Dan White had sprung to his feet. As he came off Dan White caught him off guard planting him with an enormous stunt bomb and held it for the cover. Despite a valiant effort Freeman was no match for Dan White on this night as he recorded the 1...2...3!!!
The Winner
By pinfall following a Stunt Bomb…Dan White.[/I][/b]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 23, 2009 16:39:20 GMT -5
"Tonight One, Saturday Another" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
Just days after Rattlesnake challenged Torak to a match at Genocide. It's the first PPV Rattlesnake will be fighting at in more than a few months. Ironically, it's also the first PPV he ever fought at 3 years ago. It's an interesting way for him to make his PPV return during his tour.
The history between Rattlesnake and Torak spans years all the way back to their days in the VWF. A rivalry that doesn't seem to have an end. They taken each other to hell and back and for what? To prove which one is better? Maybe because of pride.
Whatever the case may be, the collision course they are on comes to a conclusion at Genocide.
But that's not tonight. Tonight is the Warfare prior to Genocide...the precursor. Anything can happen on this night and any edge that someone has can give them the advantage on Saturday.
Rattlesnake: Just a few more days to go. Genocide is right around the corner Torak. It's a fitting name too. After all, we won't necessarily see mass genocide, but we will see a homicide. Your untimely demise, that is.
Rattlesnake takes a deep breath as he looks around him. His calm demeanor stands out. Normally someone would be ranting and raving about the attacks and what-have-you. Rattlesnake would be one to do that...but not this time.
Rattlesnake: Torak. You've been a thorn in my side for the last 7 years. On and off. You always seem to make your presence known. However, I intend to silence you once and for all. And how do I intend to do that? By beating you this Saturday.
Rattlesnake chuckles and shakes his head.
Rattlesnake: It's a shame that it's come down to this. To silence a beast such as you. But it's something I must do. After everything that's happened between us. The fights, the brawls, the massacres...there has to be a conclusion...a bitter end for one of us.
Rattlesnake starts to pace in a circle.
Rattlesnake: So I thought about the best way to delete you. What is the best way to rid myself of a monster? What kind of fight would determine an ultimate end? A Snakepit match?
Rattlesnake pauses and then shakes his head.
Rattlesnake: No. That won't do the trick. I've been in too many of those to know that it wouldn't work. What about my own Devil's Playground?
Once again Rattlesnake shakes his head.
Rattlesnake: No. I'm saving that match for something more important. More important than you.
Rattlesnake stops pacing.
Rattlesnake: Steel cage? Too clichéd. Hell in a Cell? Not punishing enough. Table match? Check please, but no.
Rattlesnake grins.
Rattlesnake: But I have the perfect match in mind. Torak, it's going to be you and me...in a Last Man Standing match. No pinfalls. No submissions. You just have to survive a 10-count. And the better man will survive.
Rattlesnake inches closer.
Rattlesnake: But that's Saturday. We're all here for tonight. Tonight the Vision of Greatness faces who?
Rattlesnake flips through his script.
Rattlesnake: Let's see. Thorn in side...delete...check please...tonight. Ahh. Here we go.
Rattlesnake reads on.
Rattlesnake: What the hell? Danny Mainer? Danny freaking Mainer!
Rattlesnake tosses his script off to the side.
Rattlesnake: Ok Danny. Let's make this really simple. Tonight, like last Thursday with Scott Andrews, it's just business. I don't care what all is going on with you, but I have to deal with someone that's a bit more important than you. No offense there. I'm sure you're a fantastic competitor. There's not a doubt in my mind of that. I just don't want to have to really exhaust myself here. I'm sure you understand.
Rattlesnake tries to look serious, but he just can't. He starts laughing.
Rattlesnake: I can't do this. Danny, it's you and me tonight. Whatever happens...happens. But I will say this...if Torak shows up, he's my focus, not you. Nothing against you at all. Torak is just someone that needs to go away once and for all. Whether I start it here tonight or Saturday at Genocide depends on him. Now that I've established that, see you soon.
Rattlesnake starts to walk away when he bumps into Torak. Yeah...more like Torak jumped out from the shadows. Ok...bumped sounds crappy now.
Rattlesnake: Well, well, well. If it isn't Torak...Mr. Special.
Cordelia walks in and stands next to Torak.
Cordelia: Rattlesnake.
Rattlesnake: Please call me Snake. I think you know why after Thursday.
Rattlesnake winks at her, but she looks away disgusted.
Cordelia: I'm trying to forget that as best I can.
Rattlesnake: Sure you are. Keep telling yourself that.
Cordelia: Snake, we came over here after we heard about your little stipulation. A Last Man Standing match sounds perfect. What better way for Torak to retire you permanently by him being the last man standing.
Rattlesnake: You sound as if you've got something up your sleeve.
Cordelia: Just a proposition, that's all.
Rattlesnake: What's that?
Cordelia: Just this...if Torak beats you, you leave ACW. You announce your retirement and leave.
Rattlesnake: And if I beat Torak?
Cordelia: If you beat Torak? That won't happen. But in the odd chance you do, you can have whatever you want.
Rattlesnake: Whatever I want?
Rattlesnake starts to smirk.
Cordelia: Aside from me.
Rattlesnake looks at Cordelia.
Rattlesnake: And why the hell would I want you?
Cordelia: That kiss on Meltdown.
Rattlesnake slaps his forehead.
Rattlesnake: Oh that. No, I don't want you. That was just a dare to see if I could upset Torak. And seeing as how he's standing here staring at me, I'd say I won that bet.
Rattlesnake looks into the camera, breaking the fourth wall again.
Rattlesnake: Tim, you owe me a Coke and don't welch on it. And I don't want one of those 8 oz. cans. I want a 12 oz.
Cordelia: Very funny.
Rattlesnake looks back at Cordelia.
Rattlesnake: If I beat Torak, you'll find out what I want on Saturday.
Rattlesnake passed by Torak and Cordelia, leaving them to wonder just what Rattlesnake has in mind for Saturday. Only one way to find out. Be there or be...not there.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 23, 2009 16:40:11 GMT -5
“BORDER RUN” Credit: Lee Homicide, Thunderkiss & ?? [The pyrotechnic machines have nary a second to cool down when they are sent back to work with the playing of “God of Thunder.” The entrance jettisons none other than the Worldbreaker, simpering with delight. And why should he not? If you were able to rid yourself of a major annoyance by slapping a shipping label on it and sending it back to China, wouldn’t you be grinning as well?] Thunderkiss: I love each and every one of you, I truly do. Normally, I wouldn’t dare interrupt the beginning of our wonderful program but I felt a strong commitment to come out here and thank each and every one of you fine people who sent me positive words over the past few days. It would seem as if the entire country is thanking me for my citizens arrest of Lee Homicide and let’s be honest, why shouldn’t they? The streets are safer tonight, thanks to me! America needs more people like myself who are not afraid to stand up to thugs like Homicide. It’s time to take back our neighborhoods, our schools, our workplaces and even our locker rooms!“Fast” Eddie Edison: And don’t forget the announce booth! I think you ought to look into Maxino Manallios here. Maxwell McNally: Oh shut it, Edison. Thunderkiss: Now don’t get me wrong, there are some honest and hard working people here to partake in the American dream and there is nothing wrong with that, just as long as they do the right thing and clean my car, my house and build my new mansion in San Fernando for two dollars an hour. Brothers and sisters, the Thunderman ain’t got no problem with these people! It’s the Lee Homicide’s of the world that give them a bad rap! Last time I checked the word illegal was not something to be proud of, nor did it mean something morally right! It’s time for us to do the opposite of “illegal” and send back the riffraff back to China, India or hell, even Mexico ...OoOoOoOoOoOOoOoOOoOoH LATINO! [The opening beats of “Low Rider” hit the sound system and the fans EXPLODE out of their seats for the biggest pop of the night. For those who may be new ACW viewers, it is important to note that Thunderkiss loathes Latino like a anorexic woman loathes a cheeseburger. While they never had a long lasting feud per say, the fact of the matter is that TK still has a soft spot in his heart for Alicia Kitsune, even after all that they have been through. The man who stands before him has her heart and to this day it drives him to extreme jealousy. How Thunderkiss has avoided trying to run over Latino with his car is beyond me and hopefully for the new father of two his attention will continue to lie elsewhere.] Thunderkiss: Hey brother, wrong year. This ain’t 2006 and this ain’t your ACW. Comprende?Latino: Comprende? Mira chico, I don't care if it's 2006, 2007, or 2013. [Latino pauses to slap his chest repeatedly. Even with his t-shirt and sunglasses the slaps cause the fans to erupt in another pop of the night.] Latino: Oye, this place right here. This is ACW. I was here on the first show back when you were down by river in a van. So if you have a problem with me showing up when I want... where I want then do not hesitate to shut up como el puta tu eres. Thunderkiss: You know, coming out when I am speaking on the subject of illegal immigration isn’t the wisest thing you’ve ever done, Latino, and that says a lot. Maybe I should look into your legality next? Hmm? Latino: Heh, are you serious? I'm boriqua... puerto rican.... I'm legal. What do I need to do? Pull an Obama and show off my birth certificate? Unfortunately I do not believe that these men ... [In a scene eerily familiar of last week, Latino turns to his side and out comes several members of law enforcement. Thunderkiss is smacked in the face with a healthy dose of deja vu as he tries to construe the reason why.] Latino: And THIS hombre ... [Next out is none other than Lee Homicide, beaming a smile from ear to ear and enjoying life as a free man. The Road Steelers fans in the crowd begin to applaud while the Kiss Army returns fire by turning into boo birds. Thunderkiss’ face, which has been pale in bewilderment, transposes into a brilliant shade of crimson as he now has filled in the who, the what and the why of this situation.] Latino: Are going to listen to anything you have to say! [The smirk on Latino's face is going to take surgery to take off as he looks back at the cops and then at Thunderkiss. He walks over to the ropes and leans against them as he lets Kiss soak in the moment.] Thunderkiss: WHAT?! WHAT’S HE DOING OUT OF JAIL?! THIS IS AN INJUSTICE! AN OUTRAGE!Lee: Nah, it’s called “obstruction of justice,” foo’! You musta thought you was some kinda genius falsifying them documents, bra, and I’ll admit, I was impressed you showed even that kinda mental capacity. You almost had me, but almost only counts in horshoes, NEVAH in wrestling. I think everyone’s glad that my brutha Latino swooped in and saved the day. Latino: S, si. Este chico is right, because when it comes to illegal immigration and messing up your stupid schemes, nobody is a better expect than myself! Last week I was at home enjoying a bit of quiet time from the kids, watching Monday Night Warfare and reminiscing about the days of old. I was remembering the bright lights and the rush from the fans. Now, I was just about to turn the TV off when I saw your face on it Kiss, but thankfully I listened long enough to hear what you were doing. The second Lee was escorted off the show, I called my own people in to examine Lee’s case. See I got own my sources and I can't name names but guess what they found? Supposedly “legal” papers that were anything but! Names, dates and places, all doctored to make Lee look like he just got off the boat! Now while Lee’s presence may not be a crime, lying to the authorities most certainly is! Police, arrest that man! [All kinds of commotion echos from the crowd as five officers roll up their sleeves and go to work. In the ring Thunderkiss takes two steps back, hesitates, then pleas his innocence.] Thunderkiss: Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down there boys! I did not forge anything over the past week except Ginger’s signature. Yes, I was behind this effort, but I never did anything other than hire a few private investigators to do the leg work for me! Talk to them, brothers, I got their number in my locker room. I’d be more than happy to go get it.Officer: We’ll be more than happy to do so but first we want to talk to you. Let’s go. [Who dares bark orders at Thunderkiss? While one part of him wants to rip the limbs off this public servant, the other more smarter part knows the ramifications of such an action. The later wins and surrounded by ACW’s best, Thunderkiss is escorted out the public eye. It is now the Road Steelers fans’ turn to sing “Na Na Hey Hey Kiss Him Goodbye” and they do so on the command of Latino and Lee Homicide. It is an insult that doesn’t miss TK’s attention, not in the slightest. As he nears the top of the ramp, Thunderkiss’ voice booms over the voices of the masses as they continue to shout out the lyrics.] Thunderkiss: Don’t be smiling too much. I ain’t going nowhere. They got nothing on me, but I’m going to have something on you pal, my fists.Lee: I’ma have sumthin on yo momma: MAH PENIS! Latino: Haha! You're right about that. Thunderkiss: That’s right Latino. Chuckle it up. We’ll see how much you’ll be laughing the day your wife wises up and realizes she married a piece of trash. It’s a damn travesty that Alicia is not with a REAL man like myself!Latino: Hey, hey chico. Don't worry about it. Where you're going you'll find a lot of REAL men for yourself. Don't drop the soap cabron! [With a less than gentle push, Thunderkiss is reminded by the officers that they are not there to listen to him converse with his foes. TK’s journey to his alibi then continues and so does the festival inside the arena. While the fans rejoice Latino’s efforts and appearance here tonight, the fact of the matter is that this tale is far from over and Latino’s involvement was all but a chapter. It takes almost a half an hour but TK’s prophecy comes to pass; he is not charged with any crime and released. Back on the prowl and none too pleased, it just a matter of time before he becomes the ultimate party crasher.] [FADE] End credit goes to Latino.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 23, 2009 16:40:36 GMT -5
Segment: Bloodz/Crips/Mafia/Police...It's All The Same (Credit: Scott Andrews) MONDAY, MARCH 16th 21:31pm - Corner of Gordon Ave and 3rd Street, ACW Island. [/b] Sitting in a mafia toilet cubicle listening to thugs piss against the urinal and take rank shits in the bowl of the neighboring toilet is not my idea of a good time, but fuck, I gotta wait for the police to arrive so I can get the hell outta here.[/color] ”This is the ACW Island Police! Everyone come out with your hands in the air! SWAT Teams are present; do not attempt a gun battle!” [/b][/center] I hear the generals shouting orders at the stupid grunt hit men. This is my chance to get the hell out of here.
I bolt out the toilet door faster than a dog on heat and set my eyes for the door. I can make it if I rush. I pick up my Uzi’s and my nuts and go for it.
Dodging countless other mafia men, I make it through the door, entering heavy gun fire from the police. I jump behind a wall to avoid being shot. Time for another phone call; I can see Angelus’ ship coming in, and it’s too late for them to pull out from docking; the coast guard would get him anyway.[/color] Scott:[/color] Bronson! Bronson: Where are you?! Are you inside?! Scott:[/color] No, I’m behind a wall outside the door! Bronson: Jesus, Scott get outta there! Scott: I can’t! Too many bullets flying my way, asshole! I’ve seen Angelus’ ship pull in! Go check it out! Bronson: On it! I peek out at the scene and see a few cars pull away from the battle to go sort out the boat. A grunt next to me gets up in my face.Grunt: Why you not shootin?! Not respect for your Godfather, huh?! Needless to say, he got a sharp surprise when I rammed my fist into his eyesocket.Scott: Shut the fuck up, you piece o’ shit! This is my town now, bitch! I run for it; sprint as fast as I can towards the docks. I dodge bullets by milliseconds as I dive behind a big statue. I rip off my mafia gears where no one can see and make a second dash towards the police cars. The SWAT let me go to focus on those actually causing a scene.
I run up to Bronson.[/color] Scott: Holy shit, I almost died out there cos of your men! Bronson: You called us in. Scott: Touché. So what’s happening? You seen Angelus yet? As I say those words, Angelus and his crew have already given up. They walk onto the docks with their hands already on their heads, defeated. They know it’s not worth dying for, even if Angelus was one of their best hit men.[/color] Bronson: Ah, look at that. Suckers have turned themselves in. Ah, sweet revenge…[/color] Scott: So now what? Bronson: Now we clean these streets up and take Angelus into custody. As Angelus is handcuffed, I see a sly smile grow across his masked face. I can’t wait to get my revenge on that son of a bitch.[/color] Scott: Bronson? Bronson: Yes, Scott. Scott: I think we should strike a deal about what happens to Angelus. I mean, he did kill MY father in an act of assassination. I just have an idea you might be interested in… The scene fades as Scott and Bronson begins walking and talking towards the left of the screen.Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 23, 2009 16:41:04 GMT -5
Segment: No More Running! Credit: Jake Steele, Lee Homicide, Thunderkiss, and Fallen Souls Most people would consider this illegal…
Since we are the best and you agree with me right? No need to debate... the way we run shit See were kind of like the government, so just repect my conglomerate Just respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate Just respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate
I tell 'em, "Hol' up, swoll' up Yee ain't see us rollin up" See them broads froze up, soon do's open up
Hey ladies, you likin what ya see? "American Gangster", my strap's European (YO!) Came with a scope, got a Navy feel So I can ambush niggas like the Navy Seals My defensive line lookin like some linebackers Most six cars, the other hal - CARJACKERRRRS! Ballers with them thangs, yeah we call 'em contractors And if ya in-boys right, then they might contract ya (HA-HAAAAAH!) 40 cal lookin sweet on them honeycomb seats Just like Cassie, my Sean John freak Get you what ya want, just not that deep Yet throteen'll split, got them May-ride seats Two for the madonna, the May-ride freak You know I brought the whole team, so we A-Rod deep
Since we are the best and you agree with me right? (Uh-huh) No need to debate... (uh-uh!)... the way we run shit (Yeah) See were kind of like the government, so just repect my conglomerate (Eh-HAEH!) Just respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate (Ha-HAEEEH!) Just respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate! [/b][/center] Not even ten seconds after Warfare returns, we’re treated to the brand new sound of “Respect My Conglomerate” by Busta Rhymes, Young Jeezy, and Jadakiss. Nobody in the arena knows what this means, but when they find out, they nearly blow the roof off of the place. Stepping out from the curtains are ACW World Champion, Jake Steele and his Road Steeler brother, Lee Homicide. They look confident, as usual, and in their normal hood apparel, they make their way out to the ring. They both make sure to slap a few hands down the aisle, but they’re not here tonight to get the fans appreciation. They have bigger things on their plates. They want revenge, they want gold… more it. And they want two men to come out to the ring, right fucking now. Lee, always the impatient one in any group, demands a microphone from Phillip Jones who hands him one, and he as always speaks his mind as only he can.Lee: Chyea, it's the kid himself: the ass-kickin’, name-takin’, I don’t give a shit, Chinese mafia, Bloods and Crips all mixed into one, ya already know, itzLEEyuhBITCH! If ya want to hear yuh homeboi Lee spew some shit in Thunderkiss’ general direction, STAAAAAAAAND UUUUUUUUUUUP! [/size][/font][/center] The audience goes bonkers at the mere idea of this prospect, giving Lee more than enough inspiration to lay down some sick diss-ness.Lee: Listen to me, TK, I don’t care how much ya can bench press or how many squats ya can do. I don’t care if you were one of the top names in the days of ACW lore. All I care about is getting yo ass in the middle of this ring to let one of two things happen:1) Lee Homicide beats the crap out of you or 2) Lee Homicide beats the HOLY crap out of you. As you can see, ya don’t have much of a choice. When mah music hits, ya better jump a little bit because I will not be a happy man. From the moment that bell rings, I will be on yo ass like Thunder Train at a CiCi’s Pizza buffet line. Edison: Gee, Lee, tell us how ya really feel! Lee: Lemme give ya a breakdown of how a match between you and me is gonna go. First, yo theme hits, whatever it is. The Care Bears theme? I dunno. Then after ya drag yo sorry ass to the ring and finish getting no cheers at all, Lee Homicide’s theme, which was made by 311, by the way, will play, and I will walk out from the back as the fans cheer. And then I will walk down that ramp, then I will get into this ring, and then the ~!~DING DING~!~ sound will be heard. I’ma end yo fuckin’ career. I’ma make you the laughin’ stock of the entire wrestling world. You can try your five moves of death on me all you want, but I can beat you anytime, anyplace. I’m born for this shit. I’ma beat the flying fuck outta you, dawg. I don't give a shit. I’ma beat ya so bad that you’d wish you were dead. My fists come at you furiously, yo, gonna make ya delirious and shit. With fists like mine, I ain’t even gonna pack no heat. I’ma make it clear to you that ya CAN’T beat me, and maybe that’s gonna be some dose of reality in yo make-believe life. And when it’s all said and done and the smoke clears, I will be over here holding my hand up in the air as you’re on the ground wondering what kinda train just hit you! Lee paces around the ring for a moment as the fans continue to go ballistic.Lee: And ya betta tell yuh butt buddy, Fallen Souls, to stay the hell outta my way because I got enough beatdowns for everyone. It’s simple, Teeks. I keep it real while you can’t even keep it realistic. AND THAT’S THE BOTTOM LI--no, wait, that’s not my catchphrase. HAVE A NICE DAY BANG BA--whoa, that’s not it either. TO BE THE MAN WHOOOOOO--that’s Ric Flair. No, wait, I GOT IT! itzLEEyuhBITCH! [/size][/font][/center] Everyone begins to uproar in cheers and clapping as Lee is done, for now. Steele takes the mic out of Lee’s hands and says his own words, filled with emotion as he looks right into the camera, his Gucci shades off and tucked into his pocket so the windows to his soul can be seen clearly.Steele: And as if Lee didn’t already say enough! Oh man… Thunderbitch, Fallen Souls, both of you are done! And you won’t be medium well, nah, we gon’ smoke yo asses ‘till ya’ll is extra crispy! We tired of ya mind games, ya jokes, ya bullshit! It’s now time for you to step back into da spotlight, with da lights on full blast, and you gon’ have to prove to us whether you can handle da pressure… cause we can. Fallen Souls! I know… dat you can’t handle pressure. You had pressure when you was International Champion, and ya went crazy! You had pressure when you won da World Title at Omega Effect, and you up and left! You even have pressure now… you and Kiss became da Tag Team Champions of da world! And what happened when you won those titles? You snapped again nigga! You sat and watched yo own parents die, then you watched ya best friend’s girl get dat same fate handed to her! But now, it’s time for you to own up for yo actions Fallen! It’s time for you to face da truth! It’s time for you and Kiss to go two on two, with da nasty duo… Lee Homicide and Jake Steele. We are da Road Steelers - and we always steal da show! Now bring yo asses out here!Almost as if on cue, “God of Thunder” by Iced Earth strikes the PA System, and the Kiss Army salutes their leader loud and proud, as Thunderkiss, with both Tag Titles over his respective shoulders and no sign of Fallen Souls, makes his way out to the ring. He takes a moment to pose for his Army, before he puts his attention dead ahead at the ring. Inside of that squared circle who most likely two of the most hated men on Thunderkiss’ list, and both of them are looking for a fight. Jake Steele, though, instantly notices no Fallen Souls and begins to check around and behind himself in preparation for another possible attack from the known as “X”. Realizing that the World Title contender has yet again performed his best Houdini impression, the blood begins in Steele and his face shows annoyance. Thunderkiss doesn’t take any of these signs with much care, as he enters the ring and looks at the timekeeper, telling him to ring the bell. Lee begins hopping up and down, his body aching to get his hands on the man who has berated him for weeks. The timekeeper almost rings the bell, before he is stopped by a voice everybody knows.Gingerdude: Wait! Wait! Hold on a damn minute! To a very mixed reaction, mainly jeers for stopping this contest from starting, comes Chairman Gingerdude, microphone in hand like every other time he runs out stopping something. Gingerdude: I know, I know. I am sorry, but I am NOT going to have Thunderkiss defend his tag titles alone once again - as much as I would love to see him get beaten by the Road Steelers! Fallen Souls is nowhere to be found even though he has to face Train later in the night! And with him gone, I can not allow the three of you to kill each other only days before Genocide in an unofficial match! It is bad for business… Steele picks up the microphone from off the mat and begins questioning Ginger’s actions. What a rebel.Steele: Dat’s some bullshit! Why da fuck can’t we can just go right now Ginga’!? Fallen Bitch or not!Gingerdude: Just listen! I have the solution to this problem that’ll make all of you very, very happy! McNally: What could he be talking about here!? Gingerdude: At Genocide… not only will it be Jake Steele vs. Fallen Souls, for the ACW Championship. No… now, before that contest, it will be Jake Steele and Lee Homicide - The Road Steelers! Going up against Thunderkiss and Fallen Souls - for the Tag Team Titles! McNally: Oh my! Edison What an explosive announcement Maxwell! Gingerdude: You, Gentleman, have a good night! Bam. There it is. With just that announcement, Gingerdude has swayed everybody back in his favor. Due to his absences, now he has forced Fallen Souls to go up against Steele not once, but twice in one night. Both bouts being with a Championship on the line, in back to back contest. Wow.
Thunderkiss, hearing the announcement, simply smirks at the thought of it all. Steele shakes his head up and down in agreement with the announcement, licking his lips. And Lee Homicide yells obscenities across the ring at Thunderkiss. Two teams will enter. Two men will leave. But only man will walk out as World… Heavyweight… Champion.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 23, 2009 16:42:33 GMT -5
Match 4: Danny Mainer vs. Rattlesnake (Credit: Danny Mainer)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 23, 2009 16:42:55 GMT -5
”Post-Match Parade” Credit: Danny Mainer With The Jester having fought himself a well-earnt victory against Rattlesnake, Danny felt the need to celebrate by running down the corridors screaming “WOOOOOOOOOO!” like a maniac. However, before he can celebrate continuing his career Mainer must first be able to stand a Kevin Anderson interview without hurting him or being ill before he claims that the interview can be considered over. A feat unable to be done by many people of regular health, it seems highly unlikely that Dan will be able to last it but he seems set to at least try as with one arm raised he trundles into the main backstage lobby with a huge grin and his face and green liquids coating his chest from his Relentless guzzling mid-match. He tries to get a high-five from Kevin who is sporting a Mr. Bump style head bandage after being put through a table by Mainer last time. It is for these reasons that Mainer is left-hanging and sad.Danny Mainer: ”’sup ninja? Man I just totally ripped Snake in half! He didn’t stand a chance out there and I proved that I’M THE BEST! How are you today Kevbo?!”Kevin Anderson: “Yeah I’m fine man! Right after you put me through a frickin’ table! It’s a miracle I can walk right now god-damnit!” Danny Mainer: ”Oh shut up, the reason you’re almost unable to walk is, well at least Charlotte said that you’ve got some sort of hugely crippling STI that impedes your ability to walk. Swollen member syndrome baby!”Kevin Anderson: “Oh yeah? Well Charlotte’s a fucking liar!” Danny Mainer: ”That’s not what your medical reports say!”Kevin Anderson: “MAINER you always do this! YOU ALWAYS DO THIS! You always override my point with messed up fake evidence that you don’t even have! I’m sick to death of you walking around like you’re God! Just answer MY questions goddamnit and maybe we’ll be able to leave the lawsuits to rest!!!” Danny Mainer: ”Hit me with it.”Kevin Anderson: “Alright! THANK YOU! God Christ! Mainer, you fought Rattlesnake tonight and you beat him in the middle of the ring albeit with some assistance from your ol’ energy drink Relentless and an assist from Senor Bendo la Rules! How did you feel going into this match, where you confident, scared, angry or what? And depending on that, do you still feel the same way or has that emotion changed?” Danny Mainer: ”Way to skirt around the edge for a ridiculous question. I walked into the building tonight and I was throwing my intestines up everywhere. I don’t think I have any acid left in my stomach to digest that cheese and tomato panini that my girlfriend is preparing up. Yet even though I’m very obviously ill I walked in with a smile on face and a glint in my eye and I proved to the ACW Islanders why I’m the most entertaining prospect in wrestling. I don’t come out to see them, they come out to see The Jester, The Butcher, The… The.. the SEX TORNADO do business. There was no question that the odds were stacked against me but I came in and what do you do when a snake wraps around you? You bite its tail and it runs scared like a sissy. The metaphorical tail in this situation as Rattlesnakes ridiculously inflated ego which I drove a nail gun right through. I bet he’ll be using his visiting hours talking about it with Sarin for a week now ‘til he gets over it. The Jester jested and bested The Snakey One and anyone who thought that otherwise was going to happen is a straight-up Nazi. Next question.”Kevin Anderson: “Inside sources say that the only thing keeping you on the roster is your immaculate physique. Though your brain is about as healthy as disgesting the grunge on the inside of a drain pipe, your body is in phenomenal condition. They say that though you’re not legally sane you still classify as being able to compete because you have no outstanding injuries to cover from. How do you feel about those claims?” Danny Mainer: ”The people that make those claims are the same people that thought Rattlesnake was gonna’ win tonight and that was also proven wrong. Those people out there sat in their chairs with their fatass buckets of popcorn and 3-D glasses watching from OUTSIDE the glass box of competition are the ones that point at anyone’s flaws and say that it makes them entirely a bad person. They say that because I’m more ruthless then ever before, because I got the killer instinct back that made me one of the greatest under eighteen kickboxers and one of GWF’s premiere hardcore superstars I’m a mentalist. I’m going through a tough time in life, make no mistake about that. My life is far from perfect but that only means I have two things to keep my time occupied. Wrestling and fucking. Both of those things have shown dramatic levels of improvement over the past few months and nobody, either my opponents in the ring or TAG partners in the bedroom can deny that.”Kevin takes off his sunglasses just so he can be shown deliberately rolling his eyes at the inflation of Mainer’s sexual prowess ego. He pockets them and folds his arms grumpily while Danny thrusts his arms in the air to pump himself and the crowd up.Kevin Anderson: “Last question for ya’ Mainer and then you can go. At Genocide, this Saturday you have that big Weapon of Choice match against Chris Phenomenal where you can bring any weapon you want to the table and absolutely own the show. Pun intended as you’ve made it known that your weapon of choice will be the ol’ Dudleyville classic, a wooden table. Tell me Danny, are you confident about that match and what gameplan do you plan to decimate Chris with?” Danny pauses and stops posing, instead beginning to stroke his beard deep in focus at Kevin’s good question. “What am I gonna’ do?” Mainer wonders. Kevin looks left and right as the gap between speech becomes awkward and Kevin points off-camera as if suggesting for a cue sheet. Danny still is stroking his beard when Kevin is about to ask the question again. However, the second the afro’d interviewer opens his mouth Danny cuts him right off with his Weapon of Choice monologue.Danny Mainer: ”What are my plans Kevin? What are my plans? A magician never reveals his tricks, a jester never reveals his jests and a butcher never shares his knives. On Saturday my fluffy-haired friend my gameplan is to do what I always do, butcher Chris Phenomenal by dividing and conquering. Taking his legs apart and breaking them, taking his arms apart and breaking them, taking his neck and snapping it beyond repair. I’ll reach for the sky and drop on him like Hiroshima and then deliver the second shot like he’s Nagasaki. People underestimate just how capable I am because they think I’m ill but the fact of the matter is I’m still ACW’s premier high-flier, I am the living sex tornado and whether I have to break one table or twenty, the show WILL go on for me and I promise you all that after I’m done slaughtering Phenomenal he’ll be going on a holiday with such premiere accommodation, luxuries and a wide variety of opportunities to learn the different cultures of medicine at the ACW General, he’ll NEVER wanna come back. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Pack your bags Phenomenal, we’re off to Genocide!!!”And with that interview concluded Danny starts to wander off but he stops and walks backwards so he’s standing on the left side of Anderson. He then grabs a chunk of Anderson’s hair which causes fright and terror to echo through his body as he fears another assault but Danny merely observes underneath his hair to see the spot where Davey Marvel tore off his ear sometime ago and was then later ret-conned.Danny Mainer: ”So the rumours are true. Thanks for that Kevbo.”The screen goes to black as Kevin goes red in the face with embarrassment from his public display of a lack of an ear. Danny then wanders off as the audience only begin to fathom the sheer brutality that will take place at Genocide. Who will triumph, the established ring veteran Danny or the cocky youngster giant Chris Phenomenal? Find out on Saturday bitches.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 23, 2009 16:43:18 GMT -5
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 23, 2009 16:43:41 GMT -5
Segment: Thunder Train and Hollywood Mach...LIVE! (Credit: Thunder Train/Hollywood Mach)
We open returning from a commercial break on Jimmy Kimmel Live! The crowd is applauding and the band is playing as the camera pans around before finally centering on Kimmel's desk.
Jimmy: Ladies and Gentlemen, this man has been very active lately in a number of things. He has a new movie that just came out this past Friday and he has a big match up for the ACW wrestling pay per view, Genocide, please welcome, RANDY KANYON!
The crowd begins to cheer and a weird version of Fury plays as Mach walks out from backstage, wearing some very fancy clothes. He shakes hands with Jimmy then goes to sit down in one of the chairs.
Hollywood: Wow, it sure is great to be back here!
Jimmy: It's always great to have you on here, but you really don't come on the show too often, why is that?
Hollywood: You know, I'm not sure, I guess it's just because I'm too busy going on shows that people actually watch you know? Haaha! YEAAH!
Jimmy: ...Touche. How have things been going for you?
Hollywood: It's going good, going good. I just got back into wrestling a few months ago, and it feels good to be back. I won one of the championships in January and my new movie opened a few days ago and it had a great opening weekend.
Jimmy: Really? How good did it do?
Hollywood: We got close to 20 million the opening weekend, just in the United States alone which is great and I'm not sure about the worldwide opening, but from what I've been told it did very well there too! MachoMania is a worldwide phenomenon, and it's making me MAD cash![/color]
Jimmy: So I guess you will stop wrestling now right? I mean, no need to body slam yourself in the ring when you can get a huge paycheck by doing something a lot more safe.
Hollywood: I get asked this a lot, and the answer is, that I will keep wrestling as long as I can. I want to keep wrestling, but several other movie obligations will probably prevent me from going far into the summertime as far as wrestling goes. But once those movies are done, I probably will return to the ring.[/color]
Jimmy: You won an emmy for Best Actor, how does it feel to win it for the first time? I know when I won my first one 5 years ago it felt great.
Audience laughs
Hollywood: It was very exciting for me. I had worked very hard on that Top Gun Remake so it was nice for everyone else to say that I did great things. I can't really say anything else other than it was VERY exciting.[/color]
Jimmy: Tell me about Genocide coming up.
Hollywood: Well Genocide is going to be a bit different for me this year. I'm facing a man by the name of Thunder Train and he is a very big man. And I can't spoil too much, but I can tell you that you will see something that you haven't ever seen before in ACW at the pay-per-view.
All of the sudden, a large man in the crowd wearing sunglasses and a hat stands up and begins yelling at Mach.
Man: Oh come off of it Mach! You are nothing but a sell out piece of *BLEEP*
Jimmy: Umm...security...we need help out there.
Man: Seriously! I hope Train cripples you, you sell out! THE TRAIN IS ALWAYS HUNGRY!
Jimmy: SECURITY! WE NEED YOU OUT HERE NOW!
Hollywood: Don't sweat it Jimmy, I know this voice. That is obviously Thunder Train himself! Come on Train, take off those stupid trashy clothes and just go with the guards! MachoMania can do without shit-bags like you gettin' in on the scene!
The security runs up to the audience and grabs the man. He is so large that it takes most, if not all the security guards to escort him away. As they do so, the audience begins clapping and both Mach and Jimmy sit down to continue their interview. However, what they don't see, is someone emerging from backstage...Its the real Thunder Train!
Thunder Train: You actually thought that was me Mach?
Mach spins around and sees Train there and gets wide eyed.
Thunder Train: That trick is old! I've already gotten you with that once before, no way I would try again.
Hollywood: SECURITY! SECURITY!
Thunder Train: It's no use Mach. That man will keep the security distracted for a pretty long time.
Jimmy: I suggest you step off of this stage Mr. Train
Thunder Train: Shove it Jimmy, nobody thinks you're funny. Go make more Chris Benoit jokes.
Hollywood: What in the hell are you doing here?
Thunder Train: I'm here to see how you are doing Mach. I'm here to help ACW promote Genocide! I mean, we have probably the biggest match ever in the history of the company! You and me have spent the past two months showing the most entertaining stuff ACW has seen in a long...long time!
Hollywood: You really don't need to be here Train, I can handle this just fine. Twiddly twiddly your ass on back to the International House of Pancakes! Jemima will be waitin' for ya!
Thunder Train: I beg to differ Mach! See, Gingerdude sent me here specifically to help you! And I want to let you in on a little secret about Genocide Mach. I'm going to go out there...I'm gonna walk my way down to the ring, free of any other Road Steelers and beat the living shit out of you and any of your other butt buddies that try to get involved.
Hollywood: OH PLEASE TRAIN! Your fat ass will probably need to be wheeled down to the ring, then we're gonna have to grease that sumbitch up real nice with a tub of butter in order to even get you out of the wheel chair to face the ACW MegaStar, Hollywood Mach! And for the record Train, didn't I beat you last month? Twice? YEAH BRUDAH, TWICE?! LEMME SAY IT - AND LEMME SAY IT OUT LOUUDDD!
Thunder Train: OK Mach, I'll give you that much. Sure, you beat me, but look at what it took to beat me? I took everything you could dish out and more. It took a chairshot, a Rock Bottom and a Macho Moonsault before I was done! When, for you, it only takes one OM NOM BOMB.
Jimmy: Here comes security again! You are in for it now Tra--
Thunder Train: SHUT...IT! Don't forget how I beat your ass down at your movie premier and showed how big of a joke you really are Mach!
Security is beginning to return back inside and Train sees this. He feels that it's his only chance to do something. He runs over and punches the face of Mach. He then runs off down the backstage area. Mach is stunned from the blow, but it's nothing serious, just a cheap shot. His nose is bloody but he gets up and goes after Train. He runs backstage finding the nearest exit he can. He gets outside and goes to the back parking lot. In the darkness, its hard to see anything, but he notices a car that is running. He runs over and begins to smash the windows and kick it. The car speeds off as Mach looks on.
Hollywood: Ooooh brudah...there's a storm a'comin'....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 23, 2009 16:44:11 GMT -5
Segment: Happy Ending (Credit: Road Steelers Train n Steele)
We open inside of the locker room of the Road Steelers with Train sitting down in a chair backwards. He has a fairly serious look on his face as he rests his arms on the back of the chair staring forward. He picks up a nearby water bottle and takes a drink before eating the whole thing. He leans back a bit then looks up. The ACW World Champion Jake Steele crouches down and stares into his face in a very non homo moment.
Steele: ...Do you understand?
Thunder Train: So, let me get this straight, you want ME to go out there tonight and break FSX's legs? You want me to go out there and break his neck? You want me to go out there and eat him alive?
Steele: Dat's exactly what I want you to do. I want his ass to suffer for duckin‘ me!
Thunder Train: Of course I will! After what he has done to you. He tried to take you out dawg! That is unforgivable. I think its kinda funny, how we have come full circle here.
Steele: What you mean?
Thunder Train: Well, lets take a look at it. After he lost that world title, he faded away into obscurity. Like that stupid curse that everyone keeps claiming for that title. Hope it doesn't happen to you, anyway, he goes away and everyone forgets about him. Then we offer him a prime cut position into probably the best group ACW has seen since...ever. After that, like 3 weeks later, he stabs us in the back for that crazy Thunderkiss character. XS3 and I then win those tag titles and D Penetration X wants a shot. We give it to them, we end up in a draw. Shortly after that, we drop the titles to them and now we are here!
Steele: Dis time it's different man. It's like dude is possessed or somethin'. Even his own tag partner don't know where he be at no mo'.
Thunder Train: So...once again, he fades away into obscurity! And its going to take US once again to bring him back up from the depths of nowheresville.
Steele: Yeah... you right. But I still don't like his attitude. I need yo help big time tonight.
Thunder Train: Don't sweat it. I'll take his bitch ass out faster then I will take out that bastard Hollywood. You got nothing to worry about.
Suddenly, there is a knock on the door.…
And it isn‘t Charlotte King looking for a interview, or Kevin Anderson trying to get the “scoop”. Instead a woman around the height of 5‘8, with a yellow skinned complexion and long black hair, which seems to be done up in her own unique style. Upon the first view of this female, not only do we see that she‘s Asian, but her face looks awkwardly familiar… she looks like Rena, but younger. There‘s something else different about her, you can’t put your finger on it but something about her vibe is different too... maybe cause she‘s not stumbling drunk… just kidding don’t kill me Rena. It’s her younger sister, Misono.
Though she seems lost… almost. Standing at the door, and looking left to right in the Road Steelers locker room, she looks past Steele and Train completely, who stare at her for a second waiting for her to explain her sudden appearance.
She doesn‘t say anything though, she just stands upright lost in translation. Steele notices that she‘s Japanese, therefore she probably doesn‘t speak English, so he tries to ask her why she‘s in their locker room the best way he can.
Steele: Uh… why you - in my lock-er-room.
She tilts her head to the left a bit, seemingly not understanding.
Steele: You... in my lock-er-room, you lost. Shrimp Fried Rice? … Yo Train, dis bitch can‘t understand a thing I‘m sayin‘. Let‘s have some fun real quick.
Steele rubs his hands together and licks his lips, smiling at this situation. Misono still looks confused.
Steele: Aye bitch! How ‘bout you sucky sucky fi’ dollah?
Misono: I’m not your bitch.
She can talk engrish! Swerve.
Steele: You knew what da fuck I was sayin’ dat whole time!?
Misono: Yep, I did. I didn’t respond because I wanted to see how far you would go. We would have been here all night if I kept that going.
Steele: You probably right. But dat still don’t explain why you just popped up in our locker room.
Misono: I was looking for Rena…I saw the “R” on the door and didn’t feel like reading the rest, so I just assumed this was it…
Thunder Train: HEY, CAN I EAT YOU?
Steele and Misono shoot a look at Train, he doesn't change his facial expression at all. He actually starts licking his lips at the thought...
Steele: Well...uh...yeah. You got da wrong locker room.
Misono: Oh. Well I'm gonna go look for her then...
Misono, slightly embarrassed, turns around quickly and heads out the door. Steele though, catching a second glimpse at her has a idea in his head... a good one.
Steele: Misono! Hold up!
Misono stops as Steele picks up his World Championship and sprints out the locker room, catching up to Misono.
Steele: Now, in case you didn't know, I'm da World Champ, so I know where everything is around here. Why don't you let me help you find Rena...
Misono: Why?
Steele: Because we got off on da wrong foot back there, I'm just tryna show you I ain't no asshole.
Misono: Hmm...
Steele: I ain't gonna bite...
Misono: ...Okay. But you better not try to grab my ass or I'm slapping you!
Steele: Haha... don't worry 'bout dat.
Steele readjusts his title over onto his shoulder and then puts his arm around Misono as they walk away. Yet just as we fade... Steele looks back at the camera and his eyes glow green, while a voice begins laughing in the background like the ending scene in Thriller.
He's cooking up something... something... Japanese, and Korean too.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 23, 2009 16:44:49 GMT -5
Segment: You Won’t Make A Fool Out Of Me (Credit: Lee)
The scene opens with a close-up of an intricate dragon pattern that’s gracefully etched across the back of some man. Of course, any dedicated ACW fan would recognize this person to be none other than Notorious One-Three-Three himself, Lee Homicide. As Lee draws in each breath, his back muscles heave up and down, making it seem like the dragon is flapping its wings. When he does turn around to face the camera, the first thing any viewer would take note of is the fire that seems to have been lit in his eyes.
Lee: Throughout my wrestling career--hell, throughout my life--there has been but one constant: haters. Haters who just can’t accept the fact that this little scrawny-ass punk from the streets of Brooklyn managed to climb so damn high up the mountain and now stands among the top names in the business. Haters who take note of every single insignificant flaw and pick away at it to try and discredit my talents, my will, my desire. True to form, the haters have started coming out of the woodwork recently after I’ve come to blows with the OG bad boy of ACW himself, Thunderkiss. “He’s a former World Champion,” they say. “He’s accomplished more than you ever could,” they say. “He’s just too damn powerful, too damn experienced, too damn ruthless for you to match up against,” they say.
Lee laughs a little to himself. A sadistic laugh if you want to go that far.
Lee: You haters can pile all the praise you want on top of Thunderkiss. His list of accolades may run longer than the litany of STDs currently crawling around in Rena Matheson’s pumpkin patch, but that doesn’t change a damn thing about the single most indisputable truth in the world: I am the best damn wrestler in the world today. I stand by that fact, and I prove it to be true every time that I step into an ACW ring. As a matter of fact, I prove that every single time that I step into a ring anywhere in this world. People buy tickets to come see Lee Homicide. People don’t drive out to the arena and plant their asses into those seats to watch some Mr. Universe reject. TK, you made it into ACW doing what? Beating down those pissants in that podunk federation, E.V.E? Is that what you did? Well congratu-fucking-lations to you. You managed to sneak past everyone else that had been working hard to burst through the scenes. You don’t even belong in the ring. I’ve busted my ass for years to finally get to this point. I’ve put my body through the kind of hell that would make a lesser man queasy just speaking about it. What the hell did you do to make your way into this company? If only everything in life were as easy as squashing tiny, inconsequential fuckheads in some backwater wrestling federation! It’s not like that, though. In life, there are people like myself, who love to crush the dreams of people like you. You see, I’m not sure what your hopes and aspirations are for this life. You’ve certainly accomplished your fair share of legendary feats, so I’m not sure what’s left; however, judging by your recent shenanigans directed at me, I can safely deduce that you’ve placed “punking out Lee Homicide” pretty high up on that list. But here’s the simple fact you’ve been too foolish to see: that won’t happen anytime soon. That won’t happen because I have a history of putting people in their rightful places. It won’t happen because every time some fool has had the gall to spit nonsense to my face, I’ve sent him packing straight to the back of the line. I want you to wait in the back of that line for all eternity. I want you to stay up late at night, rolling around in bed because you’ll forever regret how some lanky little punk from the hood made you his bitch!
Lee needs a moment to suck in a few more heaving breaths.
Lee:But I don’t want you to see your inevitable demise as a complete tragedy. You see, you’re gonna fall to a man who’s better than you. What more could you ask for? You’re going to be slain by a man who is better than everyone else. I am going to crush your spirit. Many have compared your time in the wrestling industry to some kind of Hollywood blockbuster, but the thing you’re going to learn about me is that I don’t do Hollywood. I’m gonna teach you that Hollywood is a fantasy, a myth, just like your career. The reel is about to reach its end, TK, and all that will be left after that decisive moment is an ominously empty silence and a blank white screen. The people need to prepare themselves for the next coming attraction: the Shadow Striker, the Lyrically-Equipped Emcee, Notorious One-Three-Three, Lee Homicide!
Lee grins in self-satisfaction.
Lee: TK, you’ve been waiting--no, BEGGING--for your wakeup call for what seems like eternity now. Will the image of my hand being raised in the middle of the ring going to be the wakeup call for you? Is that the time when you’ll finally realize that your career is over and the numerous comeback attempts won’t help at all? You see, the ball is no longer in your court. I’ve snatched the ball from your grubby hands, and I’m about to bury that game-winning shot. I am the new face of professional wrestling. I am the best damn wrestler to ever live, better than you were, better than you are, better than you’ll ever be. You were a big star back then. Now what do you have to show for it? A big gut? A few punches and stomps that you can pull off every now and again? That’s not gonna be enough to stop me from taking you on a non-stop, one-way, express ride straight to hell!
Lee lets out an evil little chuckle.
Lee: Since I was a little kid, I learned to look out for myself. I was born in the tough streets of Brooklyn, where everyone hated what I believed in. Drug dealers selling their poisons a few blocks away from my house, hookers selling their bodies a few streets away. I refused to fall into any of that. That’s why I am the man that I am today. Tough as nails, I will not quit. I’ve learned to harness the full power of all the weapons in my arsenal: my mind, my fists, my voice, my beliefs. I know why you hate me so, TK. You hate me because you take one look at me and you realize immediately that I am the man you could never be. I am a man who is too strong to fall to lust, arrogance, greed, all the vices that have made you their slave.
Lee lunges forth and snatches the camera lens, pulling it in so that it shoots a close-up of his face.
Lee: My life is a war, and I’m coming with my artillery blasting full force. These words don’t mean anything when said by any other man. When they come from the mouth of a joke of a wrestler like you, they are only misunderstood as the babblings of an overinflated ego. My words are never misunderstood. My words have meaning. My words have truth. Because this is the year of the DRAGON, not the year of the bitch!
Lee viciously shoves the camera back and marches out of its view.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 23, 2009 16:45:20 GMT -5
Title: A Morning From Hell. Credit: Chris Phenomenal and Danny Mainer After the brutal attacks last night on one Chris Phenomenal, a mysterious phone call was made to 9-9-9, the ACW Island emergency service reporting the scene of a horrific accident. When emergency personal arrived on scene they saw a bloodied and battered Chris Phenomenal leaning up against the fender of his vehicle, his one eye swollen shit and an assortment of cuts on his body. With his car smashed to smithereens he was carted by ambulance to Midpoint Hospital. The scene opens on the following morning with Chris Phenomenal being prepared to be released from hospital. 8:50 AM [/color][/u][/center] Chris Phenomenal: I’m telling you doc, If I’m scheduled to go out there, if Thunder Shit calls me out, if anyone crosses me, I’m heading out there doc, if you clear me or not.Doctor: Chris, I’m not going to clear you medically to compete and I would advise you to stay out of the ring for a couple of weeks and let your injuries heal, especially with your medical history. Chris Phenomenal: My medical history be damned doc, if I’m pressed into action I’m going out there. That cock sucker Mainer did this to me and I’m going to make him pay at Homicide.Doctor: Chris this is why I don’t want you competing this week, you can’t even remember the name of the Pay Per View, it’s Genocide. Chris Phenomenal: I don’t care about the name of the bloody pay per view doc, I’m not going to let that mother fucker get away with this, he challenged me to a Weapon of Choice match and so help me God, I am going to accept that match. Then at Genocide I’m going to take whatever weapon I so choose and use it to bring Mainer within an inch of his life, and the only reason I won’t polish him off, deliver the fatal blow is so I can do it all again.Doctor: Chris, you can’t compete in that match at Genocide, you aren’t in the right frame of mind right now, you are less than twelve hours removed from being taken via ambulance to the hospital and already you are plotting murder. Chris Phenomenal: Doc, you can’t use me not being in the right frame of mind as an excuse for me not competing against Danny Mainer, in fact it’s probably good. The only way you can fight a crazy raving lunatic is to become even crazier than him. You have to reach into the deepest recesses of your mind to reach your un tapped potential. You only use ten percent of your brain doc, if one set of ten percent is damaged I’ll just use a different ten percent.Doctor: Chris it doesn’t work like that, once you destroy the operative part of your brain you are as good as dead and eventually will end up dead. You can’t do that to yourself. What would your family think? Chris Phenomenal: My family. My family doc. I don’t have a fucking family. I was abandoned as a babe, the people who raised me are dead. The one person I ever cared about I haven’t seen in five years because it wasn’t safe for her anymore in Harlem. Asking what my family would think doc, it really doesn’t matter, and if I die, I should already be dead. You don’t be spend eight years running the streets, being abandoned as a kid, and live into your thirties, it just doesn’t happen doc. Now how the hell am I supposed to get home doc.Doctor: I was told that ACW arranged for a car to be delivered for you to use until your car was fixed. It’s a ‘78 Grand Marquis, and should be parked just outside. Chris Phenomenal: Alright doc, thanks for everything.[/I] With that Chris starts to leave the reception area before the doctor shouts out for him to stop. Chris does and turns around looking at him. Chris Phenomenal: Yeah Doc I know, don’t compete, make sure you stay healthy.Doctor: Actually Chris, you forgot your pills. You are going to need these. Take two every four hours for a total of eight pills a day.[/color][/I] Chris walks back to the doctor and grabs his pills before walking out the door giving a curt wave to the doctor. Sitting in front of him is a red Grand Marquis. A man standing beside the car looks at Chris and flips him a set of car keys before walking away and hopping into a car parked behind him and pulling away. Chris Phenomenal: Shit it’s like that enterprise crap, but…does that mean I’m the old lady?[/I] Chris shakes his head for a moment before hopping into the front seat and jamming the keys into the ignition. Chris looks down at the bottle of pills in his hand. Chris Phenomenal: Now what the hell am I supposed to do with this shit.[/I] Chris pockets the pills and turns the key starting the car before tearing out of the parking lot swerving to avoid an elderly women crossing the road. He slams his hand out the window and gives her the old one finger salute. Upon seeing it she hit’s the deck, clutching her chest as Chris chuckles and roars onto the main road. 9:27 AM [/u][/center] The legalization of Marijuana is one of the most controversial topics one can bring up. Those in favour of keeping it prohibited point to the effects it has on the body, the manipulation of one’s brain, the creating of extra sensory situations. The dangers of it when mixed with such acts as driving a vehicle. Those that are in favour of it’s legalization argue that it does no more harm to ones body than such substances as alcohol and tobacco. That the crime surrounding it is due to it’s illegality not the drug itself. One argument that is never heard, and one of the main reasons that the battle has taken so long is the funding for politicians. Large scale pharmaceutical companies donate millions of dollars to campaign funds for politicians in order to cash in a “favor” at a later date. If marijuana was legalized these companies would be out millions of dollars, their drugs that offer the same soothing effects as Marijuana would become un necessary. It is with that regard that the scene opens up in the inner city of ACW Island, with Chris Phenomenal inside of his new Grand Marquis. Chris Phenomenal: This shit is useless, I aint into chewing my shit, I wanna smoke it and I can’t do it with this crap.[/I] Chris looks down at the bottle in his hand and turns a corner sharply. Looking up the streets he spots a familiar friend, pacing back and forth along the corner. Chris slows his grand marquis down and rolls up to the corner before un fastening his seat belt. He slips his gun into his lap as the man approaches the window. Instead of rolling it down Chris signals he is going to step out and opens his door before quickly pointing his gun at the man who immediately puts his hands in the air. Man: I don’t want no trouble man.
Chris Phenomenal: It’s alright man, I aint gonna do you no harm.Chris reaches into the vehicle and turns it off, still keeping his gun pointed at the man. Chris shuts the door before walking around and lowering the gun. He gives the man a little hand shake and a bump. Chris Phenomenal: Sorry my friend, I just had to make sure. Didn’t want any trouble.Man: Alright, no harm done my brother. What can I do for ya? Chris Phenomenal: I need some of your good stuff man. Ten grams.Man: You know I don’t carry that much on me, it just isn’t good business. I can get you some though in an hour or two. Just let me make a call. Chris Phenomenal: Don’t screw around with me, I know you got at least double that sitting around your crib.Man: No I don’t man, I swear. Chris Phenomenal: You must be some novice shit then man, because I know for a fact you got a big score in yesterday.Man: How… Chris Phenomenal: I’m the one asking the fucking questions man. I know my friend order a big score off of you and you weren’t just going to sell your shit out to him, you would go big. I was in the same game for six years my friend. I know how this shit works. I want ten grams and I want it cheap. I could buy it from one of your runners but then I’m paying extra for his score.Man: Alright. You know the market on sixth and eighth. Meet me there at one o’clock. I’ll have your shit. Cash Only though. Chris: Seeing as how you were straight up with me dawg, I’ll give you a little bonus. I got sixty oxy’s right here. Five bucks a clip that’s three hundred dollars. I know you aren’t going to charge me thirty dollars a gram so you’re making pure profit there.Man: Yeah alright, I’ll take it. 1:00, market on sixth and eighth. I’ll be in a red convertible. Chris Phenomenal: Alright my friend, see you then…and no funny stuff either.[/I] With that Chris turns his back before rapidly turning around with his gun drawn and fires a shot as the man had his gun drawn. The bullet goes over the shoulder of the man who looks shocked. Chris keeps his gun trained on the man before pulling the gun out of his hand and puts it away. Chris Phenomenal: I said no funny shit mother fucker. You ever try and pull shit like that again it’s in your ass instead of the wall.[/I] Chris gets into the vehicle and turns on the ignition before driving away, finally headed for home. 10:32 AM [/u][/center] On the other side of the story though, Danny Mainer will be thinking little of the atrocities he made Phenomenal the victim of last show and instead will be using a plastic dummy and training all the different kinds of through the table moves that you can do so that he is so well-rehearsed that he can even do them in his sleep. While he's sleeping? No, there'll be no time for sleep because of all the table-breaking he'll be doing. But, even still he has a minor headache from the psychotrauma of his old finishing move and it seems that he may just have gotten the worst of it. With that as the lead in, the scene opens in the hallway of the top floor of the un named hotel that Chris Phenomenal resides in. Chris Phenomenal: Home at last.[/I] With that Chris Phenomenal slides his key into the door and turns the lock before opening the door. Chris pushes the door and steps in and turns on the light switch when shit hit’s the fan. Chris Phenomenal: What the fuck is this shit?[/I] Chris looks inside at his usually spotless house now a complete and utter disaster. In the main entrance way alone the wall has holes the size of a human fist in it as well as shredded artwork on the floor. As Chris walks through the house each room is utterly trashed like Dan White had just thrown a party. In the kitchen food is all over the place, milk beginning to sour on the floor, a kumquat squashed on the counter and the door to the refrigerator hanging by one hinge. In the living room the sofa cushions are slashed, DVD’s are snapped in two, the flat screen television has a gaping hole in the middle. The rec center has a two legged pool table with the fabric slashed, the dart board appears to be normal but upon further inspection the darts are sent through the eyes of Chris Phenomenal. The bar in the next room over is trashed, the oak finished counter is splintered, tens of thousands of dollar of liquor drips off shelves and onto the floor. As Chris goes throughout the house every room is utterly destroyed the damage surely being at over one hundred thousand dollars as Chris goes to look into the last room, the master bedroom. On the bed appears to be fine but on the wall in big red letters are various curses, death threats and various other hate filled messages. Chris goes over and looks at them and then down at the floor and picks up an old Polaroid. In it is Chris Phenomenal who appears to be holding onto a very fine looking girl, however her head is missing from the picture. As Chris turns around and looks above the headboard of his bed there is a large knife pinning the head to the wall. Chris removes the knife and looks at the head and frantically tries to piece the picture together but it wont work. For the first time in his life Chris hit’s his knees and tears start to stream down his face as he clutches the picture to his chest. Chris Phenomenal: M…M…My O…O…Only keepsake, my…myChris Phenomenal looks at the picture as the tears continue to fall however his face is turning from sorrow to supreme rage. Chris Phenomenal: I’m going to kill him if it’s the last thing I do. At Genocide, his ass is mine and he wont make it out. I’ll spend the rest of my life in jail, it doesn’t matter. I will kill him at Genocide. I’m not going to touch him on Monday at Warfare, no, no I’m going to wait until I can torture him, wait until I can bring him within an inch of his life, and then finish him off, finish him with a round to the head. Mainer, Mainer I’m going to kill you, I’m going to kill you if it takes me to my last breath. You’ve crossed the line, and now there is nothing that will stop me. NOTHING, NOTHING [/i] With that the scene fades as the rage of Chris Phenomenal subsides and he retreats to extreme sorrow, clutching the two halves of the picture as close to his heart as possible.
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