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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 15:32:46 GMT -5
ACW Proudly Presents: GENOCIDE 2009
Saturday 28th March 2009
Schedule of Matches:
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Exemplar vs. AC Evans
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Tag Team Elimination Tables Match
The Empire vs. Jonny Spade, Dave Shadow and Jason Freeman
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No DQ Match
The Grim Goblin vs. Angelus Kincaid
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Last Man Standing Match
Rattlesnake vs. Torak
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Weapons of Choice Match
Danny Mainer vs Chris Phenomenal
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Legalized Murder Match
Scott Andrews vs. Angelus Kincaid
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Senator Steve Phillips vs. Thunderkiss
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Hollywood Boulevard Hell's Highway Match
International Title Match
Hollywood Mach vs. Thunder Train
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ACW Tag Team Championship Match
Double Penetration vs. The Road Steelers
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ACW World Championship
Jake Steele(c) vs. Fallen Souls
A note to all:
Due to various issues, a number of matches and segments are not currently present in this show. As so much stuff is missing, there will be an official “re-post” tomorrow with all the late items fitted in properly. So if you’ve sent stuff and it’s not here, it will be going up then.
Thank you for your patience, and please check back to read the complete show.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 15:35:23 GMT -5
Genocide. Always a controversial choice of name for a PPV, the content of this particular event somehow manages to live up to its associations. And with this being the last show at the ACW arena before the European Tour, this is a time for scores to be settled. Grudges seldom improve with air miles.
The crowd is present, and awaiting the first match. But before we begin, let us pass back a little in time, to a familiar face...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 15:36:51 GMT -5
Segment: A state of euphoria (Credit: XS3)
11:30 PM
Hours before the show starts
For the past three months, I've heard nothing but ignorant bullshit spewed from the mouths of a bunch of pussies who refused to keep what shred of integrity they had left.
Shut the fuck up. Get out of my head. Die in a hole. That's what I had to keep telling myself in order to force those voices out of my existence. And as if that wasn't bad enough, Anthony showed me a message someone posted on a internet forum, regarding me.
"let's be honest... matt irvine aka XS3 is washed up. he's lost more times than he's won since 2009 started, he lost a world title match, he's gone from main event-style push to curtain-jerking the last two PPVs. I think he needs to hang it up and take his pride with him."
This is why I never had the power to browse through internet forums other than the Demon Inc. community; all of this shit from a collection of inbred, morbidly obese deadbeats thinking they had a right to tell me what I can and can't do in the business. I had always loved the fans who had supported me but people like these needed to step into the ring and see the physical boundaries one had to push. Either that or they could get shot. I didn't care which occurred. In fact, nothing else was phasing me. The state of feeling uncomfortable with my position in ACW led to the same question being asked in my head: Should I just walk away from it all?
At that point, I could have easily gotten up from the bench I sat on in the Road Steelers locker room, pack my bags, give Ginger my notice and walk out of the arena and out of this pitiful career. But I couldn't do it tonight. Mainly because of two reasons. 1) I had to be here to teach that snivelling little pussy AC Evans a lesson. 2) I was high as a kite at the moment. Despite what everyone around me had been telling me, the drug was my only way of escaping. I didn't drink and I didn't smoke cigarettes nor would I ever engage in hard drugs but there was something about weed that has been alluring. Ever since I tried it six years ago backstage at an indy show, I've had nothing but appreciation for marijuana. It's kept me level and in control of my life, especially during this time when things in ACW weren't looking so good.
So in my stoned state, I casually began mumbling the lyrics to "4-2-0" by Kottonmouth Kings, seeing as how no one was around. Despite common belief, I did enjoy a couple of rap songs here and there.
XS3: Heh heh... Ya know I got 2 states of mind, stoned and asleep / First I hit the sweet leaf, and then I have nice dreams / When I get up, I wake and bake, take a piss and shake / My clock stopped at Four-twenty, what you want me to say / I stay blazed all day, no matter where I’m creepin’ / Hot boxing on your block, and at the spot on the weekends / You’ll see smoke risin’, Just who could it be / It’s my rhyme and crime part--
Before I could even get to the end of the first verse, my cell phone began to ring. I stopped what I was doing and looked down at the front screen: the name read "Charlotte." Ah, good ol' Charlotte King. She never done anyone wrong; she just wanted to her job without any complaint or worry. In a way, I kind of felt her pain. I shrugged and opened the phone, placing it to my ear and wondering what the chairman of this company I worked for wanted.
XS3: Howdy.
Charlotte: Hey, Matt. I need to stop by your locker room to discuss the interview we're doing for tonight. I'll be there in about ten to fifteen minutes, okay?
XS3: No problem, Charlotte. Come on over whenever you can.
Charlotte: Thanks. Bye.
With a smile not seen by anyone but me, I closed the phone and looked around the room. The smoke was abundant in the room and I was so mellow, Slowpoke himself would be asking me for lessons. I had all the time in the world to burn out but not enough time to burn out enough to appear normal for Charlotte. So I stumbled up to my feet and reached into my duffel bag, pulling out "the emergency pack". With a quick open, I pulled out a mini-fan and began blowing the smoke towards an airtight locker before slamming it shut and locking it for good measure. Oh, how clever I was. I next pulled out some air freshener and sprayed it all throughout the room to mask the strong odor. Finally, I applied some eye drops and practically devoured a whole pack of Tic Tac's to hide the weed on my breath.
After every loose end had been tied up, I carefully placed every item back in "the emergency pack" and put out the joint before slipping it into the case and zipping it up. The pack was tossed into the bag and I pulled out the latest issue of Revolver magazine. This was enough to pass the time until Charlotte arrived.
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A few hours later, I stand in front of the camera alongside Charlotte, ready to conduct an interview and go public about whatever topic was ready to be discussed. I feel prepared, I feel confident, I feel ready.
Charlotte: XS3, how do you feel about going against AC Evans tonight?
The mic comes towards me. I'm ready, it's go time, let's do this.
XS3: ...ummmmmmmmm... uhhhhhhhhhhhh...
...FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU--
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 15:37:38 GMT -5
Segment: The Dirt...Again! (Credit: Road Steelers: Thunder Train and Jake Steele) In a world where they are winners and losers… two men have risen above them all, in ability, looks, and pure talent… to give you…
THE COOKIE SHEET! [/u][/size] Starring: Jake Steele and Thunder Train[/center] Steele and Train appear sitting in their trademarked director styled movie chairs. Steele has his World Title on his shoulder and Train has a fake international title made of cheese on his shoulder.Jake Steele: Hey yo money. I'm Jake Steele and if I had a nickle for everytime I said money, I would have a lot of money - money...Thunder Train: AND I'M YOUR CHICKEN MAGNET, DA TRAIN!Jake Steele: It's been a long time comin' since we done dis man. A real long time. Thunder Train: You are right. I mean, look how much things have changed! You are a world champion and I am the International Champion--Jake Steele: Son, dat shit is fake and made outta chedda' cheese.Thunder Train: DON'T RUIN THIS FOR ME  Jake Steele: Aw shit, sorry dawg. I didn't realize you was so emotional over dat brah. Thunder Train: WELL I AM! BECAUSE I KEEP GETTING SCREWED OUT OF THIS TITLE! But tonight, that all changes! Tonight I win the title and you beat that Scott Hall - FSX. Then we can have a big ass celebration with a bunch of hugging and stuff!Jake Steele: ...Thunder Train: Or not...I'm so lonely...OM NOM NOMTrain eats his Cheese ChampionshipJake Steele: Enough of dat shit, dat isn't why people tune in to see our awesomeness. Let's take a run down of tonight's show Train--Thunder Train: Hey Steele, Freeman is back!Jake Steele: For real? Shit... I didn't even know his bitch ass had left! He should disappear mo' often! Thunder Train: Ya and he has to face the Empire!Jake Steele: Oh shi- is Darth Vader gonna be there too nigga!? I guess I'mma have to whoop some pounk ass again with mah light saber!Thunder Train: Gay...Jake Steele: Dat ain't even funny dawg...Thunder Train: ...So....Which two of us are in the tag title match later? I can never tell the difference, we need sub names.Jake Steele: Last time I checked it was me and Homicide. And if niggas gettin' confused over da teams, I mean, we could just use da Freebird Rule. Dat way we would never lose da titles.Thunder Train: That would be awesome, then I would have even more titles! The Train loves gold OM NOM NOMJake Steele: Dat would be sick. Hey Train, wanna hear somethin' I just found out yesterday?Thunder Train: What?Jake Steele: We got more matches tonight then Wrestlemania 25!Thunder Train: Oh shit! Does this mean we are better then them? I mean, I already bring in enough to be considered better then them!Jake Steele: ... That rumor was false and you know it Train! You probably made it up to make yoself look better!Thunder Train: No, I'm not that desperate for people to love me.Jake Steele: Whatever... speakin' of ratings, I can tell you two men who don't bring em in. Thunderkiss and FSX.Thunder Train: Nice...Jake Steele: I mean for real. ACW almost went bankrupt when Thunderkiss was champion last year. Then I signed my contract and instantaneously! ACW ratings shot up 150%! Fallen Souls was a champ for what? 2 hours? And nobody watched then! So after dey realize nobody cares about two old niggas anymore, they become some weird ass gay couple like Hunter and Freeman and now they goin' through some weird shit, where they might break up! Aw nah!Cut to a picture of two guys making out with photoshopped Thunderkiss and FSX faces on themThunder Train: That would be a shame. But then Thunderkiss can make out with his clone thing...and finally achieve his goal of incest!Jake Steele: Now dat shit is just nasty Train. What's really gon' happen is me and Lee will go out there and beat their asses so bad, dat FSX won't even be able to fight me in a second match! And dat's a promise son.Thunder Train: Your damn right it is! But, I guess we are lucky to be here. Remember what happened when we were driving to the arena today?We cut to a flashback of Thunder Train and Jake Steele inside of a car. Steele is driving and Thunder Train is right next to him playing with the window. Steele slaps his hand to get him to stop. Suddenly, Make a Man Out of You plays on the radio. Train turns to Steele.
Thunder Train: Time is racing forward until we arrive.
Jake Steele: Shut da fuck up Train, and you might survive.
Thunder Train: Steele are we there yet?
Jake Steele: No Train, no we're not.
Thunder Train: How bout now?
Jake Steele: No...GOD DAMN IT TRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN![/COLOR] Jake Steele: Dat was some fucked up shit. Now Train like I was sayin', we really need to discuss da pay per view more. Wait..Train, what da hell you doin'?!We cut over to Train eating a bagel with a ton of cream cheese on it. Like a Boss begins to play for no reason at all...Thunder Train: EAT A BAGELJake Steele: LIKE A BAWSE!Thunder Train: OWN FREEMAN!Jake Steele: LIKE A BAWSE!Thunder Train: WIN MATCHES!Jake Steele: LIKE A BAWSE!Thunder Train: HIT ON CHARLOTTEJake Steele: LIKE A BAWSE!Thunder Train: GET REJECTED!Jake Steele: LIKE A BAWSE!Thunder Train: EAT EVERYTHING!Jake Steele: LIKE A BAWSE!Thunder Train: CRY DEEPLYJake Steele: LIKE A BAWSE!Thunder Train: WATCH I LOVE MONEY 2!Jake Steele: LIKE A BAWSE!Thunder Train: FALL ASLEEP!Jake Steele: LIKE A BAWSE!Thunder Train: DREAM OF BAGELS!Jake Steele: LIKE A BAWSE!Thunder Train: DO NOTHING FOR EARTH DAY!Jake Steele: LIKE A BAWSE!Thunder Train: PASS OUT IN THE RING!Jake Steele: LIKE A BAWSE!Thunder Train: EAT A GIANT FISH!Jake Steele: LIKE A BAWSE!Thunder Train: FUCK IT'S BRAINS OUT!Jake Steele: LIKE A BAWSE!Thunder Train: TURN INTO A JET!Jake Steele: LIKE A BAWSE!Thunder Train: BOMB THE CANADIANS!Jake Steele: LIKE A BAWSE!Thunder Train: CRASH INTO THE SUN!Jake Steele: LIKE A BAWSE!Thunder Train: NOW I'M THE INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION!Jake Steele: LIKE A BAWSE!Thunder Train: YeeeeahJake Steele: Well, that's all the time we have for today, remember in life there are winners. Slow motion clips of Jake Steele and Thunder Train play.Thunder Train: And there are losers Jake Steele: We are da winners of da Best ACW Tag Team Champions of 2008 awards.Both: BE ENVIOUS!Fade. |
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 15:38:06 GMT -5
Title: Bringing it Durden steez…again! Credit: Chris Phenomenal *The following was recorded earlier today at approximately 9:00 AM*The scene opens up inside of the Mega Star Alliance locker room. Rawt, WCW and Hollywood aren’t there but Chris Phenomenal is although he looks quite different than usual. Not disguised as he usually is but instead like he hasn’t slept in days. There are heavy bags under his eyes, his clothes are wrinkled as if he has slept in them and his hair is tousled about. In his hands are the two portions of the picture, disfigured by Danny Mainer in his rage on Chris’ house. Beside him is a black ghetto blaster, softly blasting out a tune Yesterday when you were young
Everything you needed done was done for you. No it wasn’t, not for us. We had to make do for ourselves, had to go out and scrounge for a meager living. It was just the two of us half the time, sneaking snickers from the corner store, making sure that neither of us were caught. We did everything for ourselves, finding a place to sleep, making sure we had something to eat, and always keeping each other company. We were two parts that made one whole, you completed me.[/I] Now you do it on your own
But you find you're all alone, what can you do? It was the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make. I knew it was the right one, that if you stayed around you were going to end up in danger. I could have been selfish, could have listened to your pleas to stay, saying that it was worth it, but I couldn’t risk your life. I couldn’t have your blood on my hands even if I knew that I couldn’t survive without you. I knew that I would be all alone and wouldn’t know what to do. I was missing a part of me,[/I] But uou and me walk on, walk on, walk on
‘Cause you can’t go back now. but we keep on living, going about our day to day lives. I don’t know what has happened to you, whether you are alive, dead, successful, still a hood rat, I just don’t know. I know though that if I just give up I’ll have failed you, that I have to continue to walk on to make it worth what we went through. I have to make it so that someone else won’t have to even fathom enduring what we have. I know that we can’t go back now and change what happened.[/I] You know there will be days
When you’re so tired
You can’t take another step It’s true, some mornings I wake up and think to myself, why don’t I just end it all, I’ve really got nothing to live for. That everything I have isn’t worth the constant pain of knowing that I probably will never see you again. I can’t get out of bed, can’t fathom going about my day to day life when there is a chance that you are dead already. Eventually I coax myself out of my stupor and say that if that’s the case I have to live for both of us.[/I] The night will have no stars
And you think you’ve gone as far
As you will ever get. Sometimes I look out at the starless night and think that maybe my life shouldn’t be about wrestling, that I should just pack it in knowing that I’ve accomplished something and I should go look for you. Play Sherlock Holmes with Props as my Watson and chase you down. I can’t stomach that though Paige as I know that you would object to me letting down those who are counting on me, and that you would say I’ve yet to reach my full potential.[/i] You and me walk on, walk on, walk on
‘Cause you can’t go back now. So I walk on, continuing to fight, knowing that if I don’t I will be letting you down, knowing that if by chance our paths do cross once more that I wouldn’t be able to look you in the eye, fearing I have disappointed you. I consider myself a man, and not a lot could hurt me, but that would be the one thing that would get to me, if you were hurt or if I disappointed you.[/I] And yeah, yeah, you go where you want to go
Yeah, yeah, be what you want to be
If you ever turn around, you'll see me I don’t know if I’ll ever see you again, but it doesn’t matter because I know that you are always with me. As long as my heart beats inside my chest you are with me, as long as the wind blows I know you are with me. Eventually Paige, I will find you. I don’t know when, and I don’t know where but at some point in time I’m going to track you down and you are going to turn around, see me, and everything will be alright. Everything will be back to normal.[/I] I can’t really say
Why everybody wishes they were somewhere else.
But in the end, the only steps that matter
Are the ones you take all by yourself. Danny Mainer, I’d like to thank you for renewing in me the insatiable thirst for blood that I once had. For a long time I’ve been missing the killer instinct that is needed to reach the top of this industry, Later today I know why you are going to be wishing you were somewhere else, whether it’s the rat infested Jewish ghetto’s or the slums in South American, you would rather be anywhere on this earth than in the ring to escape the punishment I am going to inflict on your body. We both enter alone as gladiators but it is my rage and fury that will bring me out on top.[/I] You and me walk on, walk on, walk on
Yeah, you and me walk on, walk on, walk on
'Cause you can't go back now
Walk on, walk on, walk on
You can't go back now. Psalm 23:4, Yea I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil for thou art with me. Danny Mainer the difference in this match will be the fact that I’ve got something to fight for, the hopes of millions on my shoulders, the love of someone protecting me from any harm you can do to me. Danny Mainer I hope you’re ready, I hope your prepared for the fight for your life, nay let me rephrase that, the fight for your life.[/I] With that the song ends and Chris Phenomenal reaches into the pocket of his hooded sweater and pulls out two pairs of brass knuckles and places them on his hands and looks down at them as the door to the locker room opens and WCW enters and looks at Chris Phenomenal. WCW: You going to be ready for tonight champ? Chris Phenomenal: Yeah, I’ll be ready to knock his fucking face in.WCW: That’s what I want to hear.[/I] With that the scene begins to fade as WCW takes a seat next to Chris Phenomenal and they begin talking in hushed voices. |
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 15:39:11 GMT -5
“TILL DEATH DO US PART - I”
Credit: Thunderkiss [Wherever she walks, heads turn. When you’re Anna Sommers, you get used to all the attention but still yearn for more. After all, someone such as herself can never have enough. Backstage, she and her father walk amongst all the hired help, help that currently worries about their future. While she certainly is a nice piece of eye candy, her attitude toward people “below” her forces a few to contemplate seeking out tomorrow’s job ads. It is a cold hard fact that doesn’t escape her father who now shares in his help’s concern for what’s to come.] Anna Sommers: Daddy, all this ick is giving me a tremendous headache. Gingerdude: Sweetheart, you may not appreciate what I do but you could at least respect it? Is that too much to ask for? Anna Sommers: For the last few hours I have been surrounded by people who have no concept of personal hygiene or education, in other words, yes. Gingerdude: *sigh* Anna, one day I may not be here and - Anna Sommers *interrupting*: Daddy, don’t talk like that. Gingerdude: Anna, listen! It’s a fact of life, I won’t be here forever. When that day comes, I want to know that all of this will be properly taken care of. Since you have been nothing but stubborn about this ordeal, my peace of mind has been anything BUT peaceful! Now, shall we progress or do you wish to disappoint me further? Anna Sommers: Fine! Just let me stop for a second and get some fresh air. The smell of this place is nearly making me wretch and if I ruin this dress, you’ll be the one calling Valentino Garavani for a replacement. Gingerdude: Honestly Anna, you are acting like a spoiled child! You can catch up when you decide to grow up a little. [Anna lets out a loud scoff while Ginger shuffles forward, his regret for inviting his daughter here tonight increasing in relation to their distance. Meanwhile, Anna could careless about anything other than her current predicament demonstrating to all that she hasn’t changed one ioda since she last appeared on camera. If anything, her brash actions make many fans reminisce back to almost one year ago when situations like these were a weekly occurrence. To those having trouble at home remembering such moments, a visual aide enters the picture that will surely help jog their memory.] Aiden Joseph: Oh, how my heart has longed for this moment. Anna Sommers: Excuse m - *GASP*[The resemblance of her former lover in the doppelganger almost makes her swallow her tongue. Choking on her own panic, Anna does her best to escape this not so friendly reminder of days past but runs into a dead end in the form of a nearby wall.] Aiden Joseph: Yes, your eyes do not deceive you, love. It is I, the owner of your heart. Anna Sommers: Is this someone’s idea of a sick joke?! Aiden Joseph: My love, why your dismay? You and I are going to finally tie the knot after all these years! How could you not be in bliss? Anna Sommers: You are absolutely insane, just like the real one! Aiden Joseph: Oh my. You mustn’t be of right nor sound mind, my love. I have uncontested doubts that it is all the stress of our separation that has stricken you with illness. A visit to the pulpit should fix just that! Anna Sommers: You wouldn’t dare! Aiden Joseph: For you my love, I dare everything and anything. Anna Sommers: Daddy! Daddy help me! Aiden Joseph: Shhhhh! Do not worry your conscious laden mind any further. Just rest your head upon my shoulder and let Aiden take you away from all your troubles. Anna Sommers: HEEEEEEELPPPPPP!!![Her cries do not fall upon deaf ears. Virtually everyone in shouting distance hear them, including the Chairman of the Board. Upon hearing his daughter in distress, his feet waste not a second in returning to her last known location. As it comes into view, her absence sends his heart into a tizzy. Panic freezes his body as if it were a block of ice as her present whereabouts are discovered. There, far ahead of him, she is held captive against her will, her captors hands clutching her tightly.] Gingerdude: ANNA! My daughter! That bastard has my daughter! [The word “daddy” echos from afar, informing Ginger’s ears that he’ll never be able to catch up in time. In just a bat of an eye his life has been turned upside down. Time to flip it back around. There are many assets at his disposal, each willing to do his every bidding. They will not do. For this situation, he is going to need some major firepower and someone who will make this situation as personal as he. In an entire roster of talent that spans the globe, there is only one man for the job and though it makes him queasy to say it, desperate times call for desperate measures.] Gingerdude: Thunderkiss.ACW Security: Pardon me, sir? Gingerdude: THUNDERKISS, BLAST IT! SOMEBODY GET ME THUNDERKISS! ACW Security: Yes sir! Right away, sir! [FADE] |
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 15:39:45 GMT -5
Segment: Preparation (Credit: XS3/Steele)
In the back, we see XS3 warming up for his match with AC Evans. On a pile of crates rests the mask of Exemplar, the enigma to provide XS3 comfort and solace through this treacherous time. XS3 throws some punches in midair, posibly paying homage to the sport of boxing. Sure enough, he spots someone coming towards him and stops to roll his shoulders, stretching them as to not provide discomfort. The figure of Jake Steele enters the view of the camera and the crowd begins to cheer.
XS3: So you're facing him tonight.
Steele: Yeah.
XS3: Look man, no disrespect towards Lee but my focus ain't on the tag title match. My focus is on YOUR match. Your world title match. How have you been preparing?
XS3 holds out his hands, motioning for his friend to warm up via boxing. Steele obliges and begins throwing some punches, striking XS3's palms with every blow. XS3 smirks as Steele begins to explain his preparation.
Steele: I'm tellin' you man. I'm finally gonna get my hands on dat muthafucka. I been doin' madd pushups, and squats, all of dat. It's gon' be a cakewalk dawg!
XS3: Don't underestimate him, though. He's beaten me before.
Steele: Dat shit was years ago. No one even remembers dat.
XS3: Meh.
XS3 lowers his hands, causing Steele to almost strike his partner in the face. Steele backs off but XS3 regards him a look that says "Don't worry about it."
XS3: All right, now how much skipping rope have you done? Tell me the truth.
Steele: 20 minutes… a week.
A small silence occurs before XS3 slowly facepalms, apparently in disbelief.
XS3: …a week!
Steele: Yeah, I keep putting my workouts off for some reason. Maybe it's overconfidence.
XS3: Well, whatever it is, it's your whole fuckin' problem right there. I'm not trying to preach to you or anything but you can't take shit like that for granted. Putting your dedication into it is going to help you out in the long run. Trust me. You gotta put your time in at the gym and you gotta muscle up. Stretching… Do some stretching too. For your joints.
Steele: My joints?
XS3 pats Steele on the elbows then bends down and begins patting his knees.
XS3: For your joints.
Steele: I gotcha brah.
XS3: For your joints.
Steele: Yes sir.
XS3: For your joints.
Steele: Aight… dat's good.
XS3: FOR YOUR JOINTS.
Steele: SHUT DA FUCK UP!
XS3 shoots Steele a glare... then breaks out into laughter, obviously showing his friend that he's only joking around. Steele joins in on the laughter and XS3 puts a hand on his shoulder.
XS3: Hahaha, couldn't resist. Anyway, just keep that in mind. And don't let FSX get into your head because the moment he puts you in a position where you feel burdened, you're done for. Even so, you motion for me to come down and I'll be there to whoop that motherfucker into next week.
Steele: You got it, son.
XS3: All right, good luck.
Steele extends his hand and XS3 takes it, pulling him in for a bro hug. The two release and then pound fists before Steele turns to walk away. As XS3 continues to shadowbox, Steele stops and turns back to him.
Steele: Hey Matt?
XS3: Yeah?
Steele: Thanks… For everything.
XS3: No problem, bro.
Steele smiles, beaming with confidence before turning and leaving. XS3 smiles back and continues to shadowbox, turning and nodding to the mask of Exemplar, the enigma that will rise from the shadows and do everything in its power to decimate AC Evans and possibly rid him from ACW once and for all.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 15:40:49 GMT -5
Match 1: Exemplar vs. AC Evans (Credit: Lee)
“Contractor” by Lamb of God burst from the arena speakers, signaling the opening contest to yet another illustrious ACW PPV.
Maxwell McNally: Welcome indeed. It is the exclusive privilege of myself, Maxwell McNally, and my announce partner, Eddie Edison to welcome you fine folks to yet another spectacle of ACW programming.
Eddie Edison: “Spectacle” is the only word for it, Max. And tonight, we’re kicking it all off with what should be a thrilling clash of two savagely ruthless fighters, Exemplar and A.C. Evans.
Exemplar made his way past the curtain of the entryway and paced methodically to the ring as fans showered him in adulation.
Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Genocide opening contest. Now making his way to the ring, from Maple Creek, Saskatchewan, Canada, weighing in at 268 pounds...THIS...IIIIIIIIIIIIIIS...EEEEEEEXEEEEEEEMMMPLAAAAAAAAR!
Exemplar ambled up the ring steps and entered the area of combat, his mind now focused entirely on overcoming the demon that was about to join him in that hellhole.
The next little ditty we got was “Harvester of Sorrow” by Metallica. A.C. Evans wasted no time in emerging from the depths of the arena, a fire of villainy burning in his eyes as he prepared himself for battle.
Phillip Jones: And the opponent, from Parts Unknown, he weighs in at 193 pounds...AY...SEEEEEEEE EEEEEVAAAAAAAAANS!
Evans plodded his way down the ramp, never seeming to be fazed by the torrent of boos being hurled his way. He slid into the ring and stood by his corner, never once breaking his ice-cold glare at Exemplar.
~!~DING DING DING~!~
BAM! Almost as soon as Exemplar turned to face Evans, he was instantly met with a harsh flying forearm as Evans took out the big man! Obviously, the shots didn’t do their job as Evans went on the attack, hitting Exemplar with multiple kicks and stomps. The fans booed loudly as Evans didn’t take time to taunt the fans, focusing on Exemplar like a dog as he picked him up, then hitting him with a relentless knee to the gut for good measure as he threw Exemplar up against the ropes. Exemplar comes back with speed and velocity as Evans leaned over for the back body drop! Exemplar had it scouted as he kicked Evans right in the jaw, sending him back as the fans gave out a huge cheer! Exemplar wasn’t going to go down without a fight, and he threw himself towards Evans, but Evans ducks! Coming in from behind Exemplar, he nails him with a harsh elbow to the back! Exemplar cries out in pain as Evans kicks him in the back of the leg, taking him down to one knee! It was game time for A.C. Evans, and obviously, he had no intentions of losing here tonight! He continued with his attack, following through with a running kick to the back of the head, which took Exemplar down to the canvas as the fans boo loudly. Evans finally took the time out to taunt the fans as he mocked Exemplar with a poor attempt at an air guitar.
Eddie Edison: Oh, for god’s sake, will you look at the cocky attitude of A.C. Evans, Max? He needs to keep his damn eye on the game.
And he did just that, following through with a few harsh kicks as he picked up Exemplar; but Exemplar fought back! Receiving a rather large pop from the crowd, he hits Evans in the gut with a right hand, then a left, breaking the strong grip of Evans and sending him back! The fans screamed as Exemplar ran at Evans with a full head of steam, taking him down to the canvas with a clothesline as Evans crashed and burned. Exemplar wasted little time as he jumped to his feet, then forced Evans to his feet by his hair as he threw him into the hard turnbuckle! The vibration echoed through the arena as Evans grabbed his back in agony. But Exemplar wasn’t about to show mercy! He charged forth and smushed Evans against the corner with a splash as the fans gave a huge cheer! Evans fell down the mat as Exemplar followed through with the attack and hit Evans with a knee to the gut. Still hanging onto his hair, Exemplar followed through with a harsh snap suplex! The shot echoed across the ring as Exemplar went for a hopeful cover.
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Kick out by Evans! But did you truly expect anything less?
Eddie Edison: Exemplar is certainly taking advantage of a fallen opponent there, Max. I think that pin was just a little too hopeful, don’t you?
Maxwell McNally: Well, he’s keeping the pressure on God’s Disciple, Eddie.
A closed fist shot to the forehead from Exemplar! Exemplar grabbed the back of Evans’s head and slammed it off the canvas as he got to his feet, dragging Evans up with him, then throwing him into the turnbuckle again! Exemplar cornered a battered and bruised Evans, not giving him a chance to recuperate as he carried through with a relentless pound and ground attack! Exemplar hit him with lefts and rights and a knee from time to time as the fans went mental! This was the hero they were proud to have, a man who fought hard and brought everything to his opponents! A forearm connected to the skull of Evans as spit went flying everywhere. Evans lugged forward slowly as Exemplar hip tossed him to the center of the ring. The fans went wild as Evans slammed hard on the canvas, rolling across the floor in pain as he rests his body up against the closest corner. Exemplar gave him no respite as he went in for another splash! Exemplar let out a war cry as he came bulldozing forward, but Evans ducked SECONDS before impact! Exemplar went face-first into the turnbuckle, and Evans followed through with a harsh bulldog, driving Exemplar down into the mat face first as he went for a quick cover.
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Foot on the rope! Evans responded by nailing Exemplar with an elbow to the head before getting to his feet, dragging Exemplar to the center of the ring, and hitting him with a stomp for good measure! Evans went with a few more stomps, all of them focused on the knee. Exemplar tried to cover up with all his might, but to no prevail! Then Evans mutilates Exemplar’s leg with harsh knee drop. The fans let out a huge boo as Evans wrapped his legs around the legs of Exemplar, locking in a vicious figure four leg lock on the mat! Exemplar jumped at the pain as Evans asserts pressure on the already worked on knee of Exemplar! The fans booed loudly.
A.C. Evans: IS THIS UNFORGIVABLE?!
Exemplar reached out towards the ropes as Donovan dropped to his knees asking if Exemplar wanted to quit, but Exemplar was no quitter! His fingertips brushed the ropes as he took one last grab for freedom! He lunged forth and wrapped his fists around the red rope tightly as the fans let out a huge scream! Exemplar was destined to live another day as Donovan counted out Evans who kept the hold going for a further 3 seconds.
Edison: Break the damn hold already, damn it!
As the fans booed for Evans’ dirty tactics, he slowly got back to his feet, throwing another harsh stomp to the back of Exemplar’s leg for good measure! This sends Exemplar down to his knees once again as he grabbed onto the ropes for leverage, breathing heavily as Evans continued on the offense, grabbing Exemplar as he tried to drag him back to the center of the ring, but Exemplar would have none of it! Exemplar threw a massive kick straight at Evans as he was sent back! The fans screamed loudly as Exemplar brought himself to his feet, but Evans would come back sooner than expected! Evans charges at Exemplar with a full head of steam but was sidetracked in the last second by Exemplar. Exemplar dropped to his knees once again, taking the ropes with him as he sent Evans flying over the top rope! The fans gave a huge pop as Evans went face-first off the announcers table, slamming back down onto the security mat giving Exemplar some precious time to recover.
Exemplar knew time was of the essence. The time was now! Looking out at Evans, as he took in a deep breath before following him out there, the fans screaming as Exemplar stalked his opponent like a shark, looking over him as Evans grabbed the front of his head in pain from the sharp smack he took on the table. But Exemplar would show no mercy here at Genocide! As he grabbed the body of his opponent, Exemplar held Evans by the hair as he smirked slowly. A smirk that didn’t spell good things for Evans. What was Exemplar going to do?! It didn’t look good for Evans as Exemplar charged straight into the steel steps, snapping Evans’s head off the corner as the fans let out a huge “Oh!” as Exemplar dropped Evans like a bag of shit, specks of blood being shown on the steel. Exemplar raised both hands out to the crowd as a sign of complete respect! Exemplar hit Evans with a few hard closed fists as Donovan continued to count out the two men.
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Knowing time was something he didn’t have to waste, Exemplar threw Evans back into the ring. The fans went wild as Evans broke the count. Exemplar dragged his opponent’s face towards his direction on the outside as he connected with a hard elbow straight to the open wound of Evans!
Eddie Edison: Oh man, I kind of feel sorry for Evans, Max! This doesn’t look too good!
Maxwell McNally: You know, I think you may have spoken too soon, Eddie. Never count out a ruthless sucker like A.C. Evans! He thrives off these conditions.
The name of Exemplar echoed through the arena floor as Exemplar rolled back into the ring, covering Evans immediately as the fans counted along with the pin.
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Evans gets his foot on the ropes! A tough break for Exemplar, but Exemplar doesn’t waste any time with working on the wound of Evans, grabbing him by the hair as he pulls him to his feet! The fans screamed loudly as Exemplar pulled Evans towards the closest turnbuckle, smirking as he raised Evans’s head to slam it off the steel pole! But not today, as Evans gets his hands in the way JUST in the nick of time, then gives Exemplar a thumb to the eye for good measure! This forced Exemplar to back off as Evans takes a run at a blind Exemplar; nailing him right In the face with a spinning heel kick that felled the mighty giant! Exemplar was once again on the offensive as Evans would soon enough mount him, hitting him with a few closed fist shots showing pure hatred and anger for his opponent! Evans was apparently not satisfied by the look of his own blood. Donovan was forced to separate the two, and the fans booed loudly as Evans was pulled off.
Eddie Edison: Oh, come on, how in the world is that fair, Max?!
As Evans converses with Donovan, Exemplar pulls himself back to his feet! The fans cheered loudly as Exemplar ran straight for his opponent seeing red, but it was scouted! Evans merely ducks the clothesline thrown by Exemplar, and Exemplar nails Donovan! The fans booed vigorously as Evans smirked, stalking Exemplar as Exemplar turns to get a harsh kick to the gut followed by a snap DDT! Evans crushed Exemplar’s head against the canvas as he instantly ran outside the ring. Evans was done with the fun and games! He shoved Phillip off his folding chair and folded it up as he rolled back into the ring. Lights out for Exemplar, perhaps?! It sure seemed that way as a groggy Exemplar struggled to stand with his back turned to Evans. The perfect opportunity for Evans! Evans took advantage of the rarest of opportunities, throwing the shot as he nailed Exemplar from behind with the chair! A huge boo echoed through the arena as Exemplar flopped back down to the canvas, and Evans went for the cover, pulling and tugging at Donovan to come to.
Maxwell McNally: Oh, for gods sakes, not this way!
Eddie Edison: I think he’s out cold, Max! BUT SO IS DONOVAN!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 15:41:14 GMT -5
With no response from Donovan, Evans started to lose his cool, throwing the chair out of the ring as he turned Exemplar to face him! Evans talked smack to his opponent as he nailed him with harsh right hands, each shot with another insult behind it as Evans completely snapped! Exemplar had that faraway look in his eye as blood dripped from the back of his head. Evans let go of Exemplar as he went to wake up Donovan to make the final count.
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Exemplar kicks out! Seemingly out of nowhere! Exemplar gains the second wind! Much the disbelief of just about every fan in that arena, Donovan, and even Evans! Evans’ jaw dropped down to the canvas as he slammed his fists down on to the ring out of pure frustration and grabbed his hair. This wasn’t how it was meant to go down! A nearly lifeless Exemplar struggled on the ring floor as Evans went for the cover again.
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Exemplar kicks out again, proving it was no fluke as Evans grabbed Donovan by the shirt, screaming in his face out of pure anger. Somehow, some way, Exemplar had found a way to fight past a chair shot straight to the back of his skull! It was amazing to watch, but not for Evans! Evans went back to work on Exemplar, grabbing him as he brought him to his feet! Exemplar looked finished as Evans sneered out to the fans, slitting his throat with his thumb to signal for the final nail in the coffin! Evans pulled himself to the top rope to set up for Signals Over The Air.
Maxwell McNally: This could be it, Eddie! If Evans nails this, it’s over for Exemplar!
But no! Evans took too long! Exemplar exploded to his feet and slapped Evans across the back with a forearm shot. Having properly debilitated Evans, Exemplar threw Evans’ arm over his shoulder, then fell straight back down to the ring with a belly to back suplex from the middle rope!
Eddie Edison: All right. You guys knew it was coming: DAAAAAAAAAANGEROOOOOUS!
While Evans lied motionless on the mat, somehow, Exemplar found the will to drag his aching carcass to his feet.
Maxwell McNally: Could this be the opening Exemplar needs?
Exemplar stumbled on his feet for a second before slumping into the corner opposite where Evans lied. When Evans finally did shake the stars out of his eyes, he rose back to his feet. Big mistake. Exemplar sucked in a huge breath, gathered what little strength he had yet to exhaust, then plowed straight into Evans for a Shadow Step! Exemplar covers!
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Phillip Jones: Here is your winner...EEEEEEEXEEEEEMPLAAAAAAAAAR!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 15:41:49 GMT -5
Segment: GENERIC PRE-MATCH HYPE! YEAH! (Credit: Freeman)
The camera fades in. Standing in a hallway is…Jason Freeman, the Television Champion (despite the fact that there has not been a Fallout in quite a while.) He is surely angry after the events of Monday. Empire took him after his match and slammed him straight through a table, and with the numbers advantage there was no way he would have even had a chance of fighting back. Tonight however, he gets them in the ring. Tonight he has a chance to get revenge, and put THEM through some tables.
The crowd gives him a bit of a mixed reaction. They don’t really know whether to cheer or boo him. On the one hand he is fighting against Empire, but at the same time, he hasn’t changed much at all. He’s still the same man he was before. Still, the cheers seem to prevail over the boos, and this seems to annoy Freeman.
Freeman: YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTHS! I’m speaking, and this has nothing to do with you fans. I know you dislike the Empire, but I have no problem with the attitudes you seem to despise them for. I care merely about what they have done to me, so don’t YOU FANS get involved, and jump on the bandwagon as soon as I turn my targets on somebody you don’t like. I’m not doing this for you, I’m doing it for me. I don’t want or NEED your approval, and in fact, it's almost insulting that I can't do anything without having to hear your OPINIONS!
And that seems to shut them up slightly. Once again, they don’t really know how to react. Good. Let them be silent.
Freeman: Tonight I finally step into the ring, and get my revenge, not just against Jonny Hughes, but against both of the other members of Empire. Tonight I will slam THEM through tables just as they did to me last Monday on Warfare. You see, after Empire attempted to permanently take me out at Bloody Valentine, I was of course desperate for revenge. I knew however, that attempting to do so by facing three men by myself was useless. But being the smart man that I am, I was able to see a way around that little setback. When I saw that SOME people at least were standing up to this “Empire”, I couldn’t help myself. I decided I’d get involved, and so I called a certain Dave Shadow, and let him know where he could meet me. We worked things out. You see, Hughes, I'm not one to form friendships, and on any other day, if Dave Shadow was to fall down a flight of stairs I couldn’t possibly care less. If Jonny Spade got hit by a bus, I would ask why that was my problem. Now, however, things have changed. Now, Dave Shadow and Jonny Spade are the gateway to my revenge. Joining in alliance with them has allowed me to be in this six man tag match tonight. I don’t care what Shadow and Spade do in that ring, as long as they stay the hell out of my way. I don’t know who I’ll go for first…should I start with you, Hughes? Or should I leave you for last…hmm. It doesn’t really matter, because to be fair, I kinda want to teach all of Empire a lesson.
And his plan certainly seems to be a good one. Sure, the team between him, Spade, and Shadow may not be completely unified, but as far as Freeman’s concerned it doesn’t matter. As long as they can work together, and keep the numbers even, then things are fine. It just means that Freeman will not be triple teamed, and can get the revenge he desires.
Freeman: And I certainly hope that the affairs between Jonny Hughes and I end tonight, because after this point, I will no longer be able to consider him a concern. After tonight, there will be bigger matters to attend to. As all of you fans know, next month’s Pay-per-view is Fallen Heroes. And with that, comes the Fallen Heroes battle royal. The winner of that match gets a title shot at the biggest pay-per-view of the year, Omega Effect, and I’ve been ready for this match since I returned in October. This match will be the key to my success. The pathway to my glory. Once I defeat 29 other superstars, I will have solidified my status in this company, and once I then go on to win the world title…well…my promise to make this the year of Jason Freeman shall have been completed. I will warn everybody in this company now that I am going to stop at nothing to win that match. I will win, simply because I am going to do everything in my power to do so. Anybody else in my way, I shall destroy.
And Freeman surely seems to believe that he is going to win Fallen Heroes and then the world title…but that may be a bit of a hasty prediction. Everybody is going into April with the intention of winning that battle royal, and winning it will be no easy feat. That is next month however…for the moment, that is in the future.
Freeman: In any case, at the moment I am more worried about the upcoming match. You tried to take me out more than once, Hughes, and you failed both times. Now it’s time for me to get some revenge.
Yay for generic pre-match hype! Fade!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 15:43:38 GMT -5
Reserved for Scott
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 15:44:01 GMT -5
”Boy Don’t Know Shit”
Credit: Danny Mainer Deep in the heart of Camden County, Georgia is the Scumbucket Motel. It’s a cheap and nasty affair where many a horny redneck takes a prostitute and bangs the tits right off her before handing her a wad of cash and hoping maybe next time he’ll get a freebie. I mean why else do you think TK kept JOYTOY around so long? God rest her tight Asian ass and her wonderful soul and her compassion for the world around her. But honestly, this place is like the rock that you lift from the dirt and find it crawling with bugs. It’s a disgusting little shanty in the middle of Hell but it’s also the location of our segment and Danny’s home away from home where the rent is cheap and the money he does make goes straight into cheap-shit food and expensive electronics.
It’s been a while since we’ve been to Danny’s living conditions as more often then not he’s been depicted living in his locker room in the ACW Island but as an old favour from his Mexican Cartel alliances he’s come back asking for a big favour in order to even the odds with Chris Phenomenal at the pay-per-view. Of course, it’d be all too easy for Mainer to order a hit on him but he’s not a cheap shit and is using the old Thomas Aquinas Just War theory to even out the odds against his gargantuan foe. Inside the managers office of the motel is Manny Lopez the owner of the place, the brother of the Mexican chick that Mainer banged repeatedly and the recent receiver of several promotions after successfully organizing the Gold Rush Casino heist.
He’s sat with Mainer nonchalantly leafing through some random accountancy papers for The Motel as Danny looks eagerly at him. Juliana is slinked up in a cushy arm chair reading a book as Danny takes in the luxury of this lavish office. There’s a wall-mounted HD TV opposite Manny’s desk and several expensive ornaments on it. It’d make a tax man wrinkle his nose at how someone who runs such a shanty hut can make such a nice earning to which he’ll reply that he won the lotto or some phoney bullshit excuse like that. This room has indeed made some improvements from the little cockroach ridden room that stank of month old taco’s and sex. Now though, it’s as pimp as the threads that Manny wears. Manny causally drops the papers on the floor and puts his feet down to look at Mainer.Manny Lopez: “So lemme get this straight. You want me to send my boys out to ACW Island to do what?” Danny Mainer: ”I don’t even need your boys to do it. I just need a reliable and cheap assault rifle with a flash-light built into the bottom as it’s going to be dark. It needs to be a crap gun that does its job while having state of the art gadgets clipped onto it. I’m not gun savvy but you are, you’re a latino. You’re used to ducking and cowering whenever an American waves a machine gun at you. You should know what a fucking decent strap looks like.”Manny Lopez: “I’m not the wealthiest guy in Camden County hombre but considering you’re the reason that this shithole is still up and running and I haven’t gone bankrupt yet I guess I owe you some kind of favour. Tell you what, I’ll do this for you. I’ll get you an AK-47 made from the finest Russian virgin women that Kalashnikov can find and I’ll get it blazin’ for you homes. I mean laser sights, flashlights, rebuilt iron sights. All that kinda’ shit man! It’ll be fuckin’ loco! I’d offer to get you the gun now but I don’t have to. Ray called ahead and I already gat it takin’ care of! I knew you were comin’ an’ I thought I’d shit you by making you think you were crazy!” Manny reaches under his desk and lifts a large briefcase onto the table before positioning it in front of Mainer. He opens the gun case and shows the inside to Mainer who gasps in awe at the old school assault rifle. With no magazine in the gun, he picks it up and holds it feeling the size of his dick grow ten times bigger due to the ego shot that is a machine gun. He presses the trigger which seems to fit his finger like a glove as he fires invisible rounds around the room with a massive grin on his face. He puts the gun back into its case and shakes Manny’s hand enthusiastically.Danny Mainer: ”I love Ray sometimes, he’s a fuckin’ awesome guy!”Manny Lopez: “His niece is hot, that blonde hair and those big tits. She looks like she can take a poundin’.” Danny Mainer: ”Cartel or not, don’t let him hear you say that or he’ll smash you in. Anyways Manny, thanks for that you’re an awesome guy. I gotta’ get off, Ray’s waiting in the car.”Manny Lopez: “Cya Danny, good luck with Chris.” Danny Mainer: ”With a gun like this… luck isn’t gonna’ be necessary.”Both men chuckle as Juliana takes one last longing look at Danny which he catches and flashes a quick wink back. She then returns to reading her book as Danny heads out of the office and outside into the car park where the yellow mustang awaits his arrival. The engine is running upon arrival and he cracks open the boot dropping in the assault rifle in the back before climbing into the passenger seat. Upon putting his belt on, Ray throws him a bag full to the brim of KFC goodies as he starts to drive.Raymond King: ”How was it?”Danny Mainer: ”If there’s a Goddess of Sex and Love, that gun is her thundervibe. It’s the greatest thing I’ve ever held in my arms ever. It’s like having a second dick, if your jizz could kill someone that is. I honestly think that the features are awesome and if that overgrown Vanilla Ice rip-off wants to bring his glock I’ll show him that he’s as fucked and warped as Kevin Anderson’s earlobe.”Raymond King: ”Alright sound. Crispy strips are mine, you can fuck off if you think you’re having ‘em. I can’t be arsed with popcorn chicken, Pepsi is mine, I got you a fanta. Zinger Tower is mine. Everything else is yours.”Danny Mainer: ”Do I look like I’m gonna’ eat this shit?”Raymond King: ”It’s the only food you’re getting. Besides, you drink Relentless. It tastes like horse shit.”Danny bows his head and begins to eat ignoring Ray’s insult as he plans a deadly lash-out at him later in the evening but for now he enjoys the food as he still has a tingle of excitement in his body from the awesomeness of the gun. Will Danny have to use it? After breaking Phenomenal into tears on the last show yeah he probably will do Find out later tonight.FADE |
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 15:44:53 GMT -5
Match of the Day
~ Credit: The Empire ~ The camera opens up, and we're just moments away from the 6-man tag team elimination match between The Empire, and the American-Canadian-Irish Coalition, or whatever you want to call them. We're in The Empire locker room, and all three men are getting ready for action, taping themselves up, lacing their boots, stretching their muscles, that sort of thing.Hughes: So then, our first match as a stable together. Jefferson: Yeah, and we better make sure we win. I'm not having those three take us down! Dan smirks at the duo, as he pops a couple of Pro Plus pills.Dan White: Don't worry about it. They're not gonna function as a tag team properly. I can bet you that. We just gotta storm all three of them at the same time. Use chairs, pipes, iron claws, anything like that. Jefferson: We know how to go into a fight, Dan. Just because you've been here longer. Dan takes offense to being interrupted.Dan White: Oi! I'll have you know that I've main evented many a Pay Per View during my time here! Hughes butts in, showing his two cents.Hughes: Calm down, so have I! In fact I was main eventing this Pay Per View last year! So you can shut your gob about main eventing Pay Per Views. Dan White: Whatever! Remember who stole the show in that match! Hughes: ...what are you on about. Dan White: ...I mean after the match. Suddenly, Hughes realises what Dan's on about.Hughes: Oooooh yeah, I remember. Black & White. That was when you were chasing Thunderkiss' arse, wasn't it? Dan suddenly gets proper defensive, standing back, looking around with a panic.Dan White: No....no! I wasn't! You liar. Hughes: You're the liar! Jefferson sighs, and pulls the duo apart before stable warfare breaks out before their match even begins.Jefferson: Listen, you two. Quit arguing. That was a year ago, and we can't be fussed dealing with that now. We have a tables match to deal with, yeah? So let's focus on the match, and stop faffing about. Hughes and White look at Jefferson. They know he's right, but they don't want to show it.Dan White: Whatever. Hughes: Meh. Jefferson rolls his eyes, as he finishes taping up his arm. He then grabs a Union Jack off a bench, hoisting it around his shoulders.Jefferson: Anyways, let's get on with this thing. Remember, we're The Empire! And we're not going to lose to a bunch of Canadian American Irish tarts, right? Hughes & Dan White: Right! Jefferson: FOR QUEEN!! Hughes: FOR COUNTRY!! Dan White: FOR KICKS!! The Empire get motivated, clapping their hands together, looking confident about their match as they make their way out of the locker room. A cumulation to this feud is nigh, and the British-based stable will be eager to show that they're not just a two-bit stable in this company.Fade |
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 15:45:36 GMT -5
Match 2: Tag Team Elimination Tables Match
The Empire vs. Jonny Spade, Dave Shadow and Jason Freeman
(Credit: Dan White)
We fade back in, and with ring crew members applying numerous amounts of tables around the side of the ring, it's clear to what our second match is.
Philip: The following match is a 6-man tables elimination match!
”Fuckin' in the Bushes” by Oasis hits, and there's a mass amount of jeers, as Dan White, Jonny Hughes and Jack Jefferson walk out, with red, white and blue lights flashing around the arena. Jefferson holds a Union Jack around his back, ala British Bulldog, as the trio make their way down to the ring, acting rather cocky and smug with themselves. They've really antagonised their opponents over recent weeks, but lately it seems like the anti-Empire Coalition are getting their own back, as they enter the ring.
Philip: In the ring, from Great Britain, weighing at a combined weight of 659 lbs....The Empire!
Boos from the crowd, but they suddenly turn to cheers as “Won't Back Down” by Fuel hits, and Jonny Spade, Dave Shadow and Jason Freeman all walk out, with a determined look. They're all carrying their battle scars from related engagements with The Empire, and they certainly have some payback to deliver. They enter the ring, carefully eying their opponents up, as Philip makes the formal announcement.
Philip: And their opponents, weighing at a combined weight of 669 lbs....Jonny Spade, Jason Freeman and Dave Shadow!
Philip exits the ring, as the referee signals for the bell.
The bell rings, and there's utter chaos across the ring, as all six men charge into the centre, seemingly getting into one big massive lock of the shoulders. It quickly breaks off, with the anti-Empire Coalition getting the upper hand on their foes. Shadow focuses on the man who he cost the World Title a couple of weeks ago in Dan White, forcing him into the corner with a series of punches and blows. White is shocked at Shadow's eagerness; indeed, it's the first time the duo have actually been able to come to blows in an official match, and thus both men are eager to defeat the other. In another section of the ring, both Hughes and Spade are slugging it out, throwing fists at each other. In this case, it's a toss up to whoever's got the advantage, as neither men are selling each other's punches, riding purely on adrenaline. We go over to the third set of men: Jack Jefferson and Jason Freeman. A lot of Js in this match. Freeman punches Jefferson in the mid-section, and tosses him at the ropes, but there's a brief pop sheerly for Jefferson's actions as he leaps up into a Dropkick, bringing Freeman to the floor. He climbs on top of Freeman, pounding seven bells out of the former International Champion, as he attempts to wear his opponent down. Meanwhile, Shadow is still getting the upper hand over Dan, cracking him with knife edge chops, each of which garners a certain reaction from the crowd.
Spade and Hughes continue their slogging contest, and Spade thinks he has the upper hand when he ducks a Hughes punch. He tries to go for a neckbreaker, but Hughes has other ideas, using all his weight to lift Hughes up into an inverted Suplex. Spade hits hard in the centre of the ring, and Hughes gets up, helping Dan get rid of Shadow. He clubs Shadow in the back, and the Entertainment champion jolts forwards; Dan dodges to one side, and Shadow cracks his head off the turnbuckle, stumbling backwards. He tries to keep his composure, but Dan runs forwards, bringing him down with a clothesline so powerful that he ends up on the floor as well. All this happens, as Jefferson climbs to his feet. Dan picks himself up, and all three of The Empire members are at their feet, and stand over their opponents, to jeers from the crowd. Dan then points to the outside where there's a couple of tables set up, and Jonny Hughes goes to set up a table on the outside. As he does so, Dan and Jefferson take care of their opponents, kicking them whilst they're down, making sure that they're incapable of fighting back. As Hughes continues setting tables up – he's now up to two tables – Dan and Jefferson lift up Dave Shadow. Jefferson holds Shadow as Dan throws a big punch, but Shadow ducks out of the way and Dan accidentally clubs Jefferson in the face!
With shock on his face, Dan looks over as Shadow throws a punch. It catches Dan, but Dan also catches it, and whips Shadow at the ropes. Watching this, Hughes starts to climb onto the apron, attempting to get back into the ring and help his stablemates. Dan attempts a clothesline, but Shadow ducks it, continuing to run. But instead of hitting off the ropes, he dives through them, catching Hughes who was on the apron, and slamming him into the tables he'd just set up to a huge pop from the crowd!
Philip: Jonny Hughes has been eliminated!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 15:46:02 GMT -5
Uh-oh. Jonny Hughes lies smashed up outside the ring, and whilst there's huge pops from the crowd, The Empire aren't liking it, and Dan points to the outside angrily towards the referee. He's trying to claim that Jonny somehow caught Dave in midair and DDT'd him into the table, but the referee is having none of it, laughing Dan off. The Welshman is angry, but this is understandably so, as his team are now at a handicap at 2-1. As Jonny Hughes is helped to the back, Dan lifts Jefferson up, and the two look at their opponents. Freeman and Spade are stirring, and their tactics are that so long as they get rid of these two before Shadow resumes in the match, then they've got it plain sailing. The duo first mob Freeman, picking him up and throwing him into the corner with force. They then whip him to the opposite corner, with Jefferson first hitting a clothesline to force him out, and Dan following it up with a trademark Millionaire's Waltz. Freeman goes for the ride, and reacts on the floor like he's just been on a helter skelter the size of Everest. The duo then look at Jonny Spade, and smirk as they lift him up. They fire the Canadian towards the ropes, and both go for a double leg lariat. But Spade shows some great agility, leaping up and diving over the legs, into a roll and landing on his feet. The Empire members turn around to some confusion, and there's a pop as Spade simply smiles at the duo, before smashing them both with a double clothesline.
With both Empire members down, Spade looks confident. He slides out the ring, first to check that his colleague Dave Shadow is alright. Dave looks like he picked up a knock from diving through the table, but other than that he's all right. Spade nods confidently, before grabbing a table from the outside, sliding it into the ring. He climbs back inside as Dan and Jefferson begin to stir, and he sets it up close to a turnbuckle. Dan is at his feet, but still pretty groggy, and walks straight into the SILVER SPADE! But unfortunately for Spade, Jefferson manages to pull the table away at the last possible moment, and Spade instead crashes Dan straight down to the mat. On the plus side though, this renders the Welsh Dragon useless for a while, meaning that Jefferson is stuck with the odds highly stacked against him. But this doesn't deter him. Instead, he waits for Spade to get back up to his feet, before throwing him against the ropes. Jefferson then leaps up, allowing Spade to go through his legs, and this distraction results in Spade hitting the ropes, and Shadow in the process. Surprised at what he's just done, he's vulnerable to a back attack, and Jefferson dropkicks him towards the outside. Jefferson smirks as both Shadow and Spade lie on the outside, and there's boos from the crowds. But these boos quickly turn to cheers, as he turns around, straight into a Freeman endorsed Running Jump Bicycle Kick.
Jefferson lies flat out, and Freeman grabs him, lifting him up, and pointing at the table next to him, to a pop. He then points to the turnbuckle, and there's another pop from the crowd. He starts to lifts Jefferson up the turnbuckle, and manages to get him to the top. Sitting on the turnbuckle, he punches Jefferson a couple of times, and tries to push him off and into the table. But Jefferson resists, and manages to catch one of Freeman's punches. The look on Freeman's face is then priceless, as Jefferson grabs Freeman around the neck, planting him off the turnbuckle, through the table with a BLIZZARD SUPLEX (Wrist-Clutched Exploder Suplex)!!!
Philip: Jason Freeman has been eliminated!!
We're back to 2-2, as Jefferson slowly manages to roll Freeman off the table and out of the ring. Going through the table still gave him a bit of a nasty fall, but the Mancunian will be thankful that he managed to get his team back onto level terms. Fittingly, as he pushes the table debris through the ropes, Dan gets to his feet at the same time as Spade and Shadow slide through the ring, and there's a showdown. Dan stands with his hands on his hips, Jefferson in a fighting stance, Spade readjusting his elbow pads, and Shadow in a slightly crouched position, hands on thighs. All four men look at each other, and then the two teams lock up, to pops from the crowd. Jonny and Dan lock up, whilst Jack and Dave are engaged. Dave whips Jack at the ropes, but Jack reverses it. Dave hits the ropes, taking Jack down by surprise with a Lou Thesz Press and Knuckle to a pop from the crowd. At the same time, Dan is taken down by Jonny Spade again, this time on the receiving end of a Pendulum Backbreaker. The anti-Empire team look at each other and smirk, knowing that they've now got the advantage, with both Dan and Jack on the floor. They look at each other and they agree to get the tables ready, and the crowd pops as Dave drops to the outside, taking two tables. He slides one into the ring, and sets the other one on the outside.
Dave re-enters the ring, and the duo begin on Jack Jefferson, lifting him up to his feet. They whip him at the ropes, going for a double clothesline, but Jack manages to duck it. He approaches the ropes, bouncing off in a springboard and Moonsaulting onto both Dave and Jonny, bringing them down to the ground. He hops up to his feet, grabbing the table that was slid into the ring, and he sets it up in one of the corners. He picks his team mate Dan up, and points to the two fallen opponents. Dan smirks, and goes over to Dave Shadow, beginning to stomp him and try to wear him down. Jack meanwhile lifts Spade up, but close to the ropes. He beats him down with a couple of forearms, before looking towards the ropes. He bounces up off the ropes, going for a Springboard Moonsault again, but this time Spade manages to grab him before he effectively connects, dumping him over the ropes and into the table below!
Philip: Jack Jefferson has been eliminated!!!
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