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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 16:06:21 GMT -5
”Curtain Call” Credit: Danny Mainer After commercial break we’re shown backstage where Danny Mainer is heading up a long-ass stairwell as he sprints at top gear, his heart beating like a jackhammer and sweat dripping like the women in the audience watching Mainer working up a sweat. He’s exhausted from his brutal encounter with Chris Phenomenal but well and truly it’s only just beginning as the sound of his heart beating in his ears act as his only guide out of here. In the ACW Arena the stairwells only leads up to the roof and out into the open air of the ACW Island night sky which in this time of year is freezing cold and snowing at this stage. On the way up the stairs Mainer has found himself a red headband which is tied around underneath his hair.
Behind him, taking three steps at a time Chris is launching his way up the stairs using the banister to catapult his way up the top with absolute hatred running through his mind as he tries to search for and destroy Danny Mainer with a glock clasped in his right hand his finger burning for the trigger. He vaults around the corners firing bullets as he snaps after Mainer ready to break him into pieces blissfully unaware he’s being lead into a trap. Danny continues to run like the graceful gazelle that he is unarmed and practically dead if Phenomenal catches him. Mainer reaching the top of the last set of steps launches his shoulder through the fire-escape door blasting it open and sprinting out into the cool air of the night sky. Danny vaults over a brick wall and ducks behind it as another bullet whizzes over his head. To his left where he landed is a briefcase which he quickly opens and whips out his modified AK-47. He turns and with one eye to the laser sight he fires down the stairs where Phenomenal is about to run.RATATATATATAT! [/center] The bloody laceration doesn’t hinder his aim but Phenomenal dropping to a crouching position does. Mainer charges to the right and ducks behind an air vent as he runs out of bullets in his clip. He quickly stuffs another cartridge in and prepares for another round as Phenomenal sprints out the door and dives behind a chimney for cover taking pot-shots in the hope of hitting Mainer. All of them miss and when the rain of bullets stops from Chris’s glock Mainer turns around and takes quick bursts to keep his accuracy cool but all of them hit shadows and ghosts. Behind Mainer and along the roof are a series of triangle-roofs which Mainer uses in his bid to escape the insanely angry Chris Phenomenal. Mainer gets up from his cover and sprints firing bullets behind him to keep himself covered as he goes up and down along them. Chris chases after him and fires several bullets after him which narrowly miss him as he moves up and down along with the surface of the roof.Danny Mainer: ”CATCH ME BIG BOY!”Chris Phenomenal: ”I’m GONNA’ KILL YOU!”At the end of the series of up and down roofs is a ladder leading to the next roof down and an air-vent. Mainer quickly leaps onto the ladder and glides down firing bullets up towards Chris who baseball slides to duck them. Mainer then continues to run as Chris gets up and leaps down to the next roof barrel-rolling to break his fall of about five feet firing his glock after Mainer wildly through the air. Mainer fires some more bullets behind him as he runs backwards towards the edge of the next roof. Chris ducks and dodges the heavy machine gun fire as Mainer increases his lead on Phenomenal. Danny running backwards cockily fires wildly into the air with no real aim but he doesn’t notice the black cat which has made its home on the roof of the building.
He slips and trips as his AK flies from his grip a good distance away from Mainer. Quickly regaining his senses, Danny scrambles for the gun but a bullet buries itself in the ground mere millimetres from his arm as he reaches for the AK-47. A gun pointed at his chest, Mainer shrinks back on the defensive as Chris pockets his glock and picks up Mainer’s assault rifle pointing the gun at him. Chris steps back getting a good bit of distance but not so much he can plan his escape. Danny can see straight up the barrel of the gun as Phenomenals finger curls around the trigger. Danny scrambles to his feet with both hands up to Chris who seems to have very little stopping him from shooting him.Danny Mainer: ”Listen Chris, do you honestly think you can justify shooting me now? After everything we’ve put each other through do you really think it’s worth putting a bullet in my head just for pride and glories sake?”Chris Phenomenal: ”Yup.”Danny Mainer: ”Oh come on! I didn’t do anything worth this shit! Is this about your place? I fucked up your pad, so what! Big deal. Property isn’t safe in the wrestling world and besides, you’re paid more then me. Surely you should know good money by now, it can’t have been that much to replace! Hell if it’s money you want I can cut you in on some cash!”Chris Phenomenal: “You just don‘t get it do you, just because you‘ve shunned everyone who has ever loved you doesn‘t mean we all have. You took something from me that can‘t be replaced, you just didn‘t destroy a photograph Mainer, you destroyed everything I worked for with one clip of the scissors. I can‘t let you off this roof, not until I see you grovelling in pain, not until I get retribution.”Danny Mainer: ”You, you think you’re a smart motherfucker don’t you? But you’re wrong, you can’t shoot me. You’ve got my gun and you’ve got the intensity but you’re just like me when I came face to face with Thunderkiss. That man pushed me to the edge and even I couldn’t bring myself to finish the job. You on the other hand? You don’t have half the shit I did with Aiden, you’re just a man who thinks his nuts are as big as tennis balls as you listen to Slayer thinking you’re the man. You’re no real Superman. You’re a GUTLESS. COWARD. Go ahead, shoot me. I fucking dare you. You’re not rotting away the rest of your life ‘cause of some fuckin’ idiot who got in your grill. You’re not worth the bullets.”Chris aims the gun and the laser sight marks right between the eyes of Danny Mainer who stares him dead on not afraid of the death that surely awaits him. His finger tenses around the trigger but just when it seems like he’ll do it that old familiar voice props up into his head, that of his ex-love. The one that plays the good to his bad, the peace to his chaos, the Kim to his Eminem. Chris can’t take it and he throws the gun off the roof as the sound of helicopters arise. A spotlight hits both men and a voice beckons from the overhead helicopter.Police Copter: “WARNING, WARNING, THIS IS THE ACWPD. DROP YOUR WEAPONS AND GET ON THE GROUND OR WE WILL OPEN FIRE! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST!” Danny and Chris do as told giving themselves into the police as Chairman Gingerdude runs up along the roof to catch up with them looking absolutely livid. The gunfight ends with both men on the floor and with armed men descending from the helicopter to arrest them. The gunfight is over and both men are quickly whistled off to police cells as the screen turns to black while Gingerdude’s night goes from bad to worse as he is interviewed by an officer.FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 16:07:05 GMT -5
Segment: I Spy, Part 1 (Credit: Lee) After taking a quick nap, Lee Homicide is awakened by the sound of his door opening. Groggily, he tries to make out the figures that have entered his room. After shaking the cobwebs loose, Lee sits up and stares strangely at three men who have entered his hospital room. The men are all dressed in black, complete with sunglasses. Sunglasses inside? Whatever. Lee takes a second to glance at all three men, waiting for someone to announce themselves or something, anything.Lee: Guys, this better be good, because I was in the middle of a wonderful dream that starred myself and Alicia Kitsune. We were on a beach, and clothes were outlawed. You do the math. None of the men so much as move a muscle. Lee shrugs his shoulders. Maybe women weren’t really their thing. Finally one of the men moves forward and places a manila folder on Lee’s lap before speaking.Special Agent #1: Lee Homicide, we’ve been watching you, and the President needs your help. Lee: Barack needs my help? With what?! Special Agent #1: Like I said sir, this is a matter of national security. The fate of the free world could rest in your hands. Are you up to the task? Lee can’t believe what’s going on. Just a few days ago, he was in one of the most brutal matches of his career. Now he’s being summoned by the President himself to save the damn world.Lee: Um, sure. Why not? What exactly do you fellas want me to do, though? Special Agent #2: We understand that you and the company Alpha Championship Wrestling are putting on a show in a day or so. Now, one of the world’s foremost diabolical minds is also a wrestling fan. What we need you to do is get in good with Kim Jong-il, the dictator of North Korea. We believe that at the ACW Arena, he will be trying to broker a deal that will set into motion a plan of global domination. Lee: You’ve got to be kidding me. How the hell am I supposed to stop some Korean midget from taking over the world? I’m a wrestler, not a spy. I’m not here to play James Bond, although I would make a great bond. “Homicide. Lee Homicide.” Nice ring to it, huh? But really, how am I even supposed to find the guy? Do I look like I’m in any condition to go and save the world? You couldn’t have found anyone more suited for this type of thing? I think Thunderkiss enjoys playing dress up. You should go find him. Special Agent #2: Lee Homicide! We don’t have time for all this back and forth. The President specifically asked for you. You don’t really have a choice here. We have ways of making you see things our way. You really don’t want to go that route. And, of course, we don’t expect you to do all of this on your own. We have someone that you will be working with. Here he is... Lee: Owen Wilson?! This guy is an actor! Is this some type of joke?! I really don’t have time for these practical jokes. I swear to God I’ll kill Steele if he’s behind this. Special Agent #1: This is no joke, Lee Homicide. Owen here really is a secret agent, that movie “I Spy” was just a cover. We needed to make sure that nobody really found out his identity so we made that movie. He is actually the man responsible for the level of tranquility in the world today. Lee: Tranquility? Have you not seen the Middle East? The special agents give each other awkward looks before shrugging their shoulders.Special Agent #1: You’re missing the point here. Owen is the top spy in the world, and if the two of you work together, I know that you will be able to pull this off. So we need you to get up out of this bed and get to work. Lee:Fine, but can I at least put some pants on? Camera pans out to reveal Lee dressed in only a white wife beater and his Spongebob Squarepants boxers.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 16:09:10 GMT -5
”Bail Money” Credit: Danny Mainer The cold, dank prison cell of ACW Island is the residence of Danny Mainer for the night as he awaits what will probably be a long series of legal events after the shootings atop the ACW Island Rooftops. Chris has been carted off to do a different station for the boys in blues worry of a fight between the two. Danny is sat in deep thought on the bench while a hollow shell of a man lies curled up in a corner next to him wrapped up in a dirty brown blanket and a top hat and a monocle clutching desperately onto a glass bottle as he snoozes his life away no doubt being here for drunk and disorderly behaviour. The drunk will probably get done for assault of a police officer and public disruption but Danny has a lot to answer for, namely attempted murder and owning a firearm without license. Danny pulls a small book out of his trouser pocket entitled “The SAS Survival Guide” and he begins to leaf casually through the chapter on Insect Bites as he awaits Raymond King to post bail and get the Hell out of here. He’d been here for a couple of hours now but it felt like weeks to the easily bored Mainer who is fascinated by the idea of now cauterising wounds with a lighter. There was the sound of heavy foot steps clanking down the steps to the cells as three police officers armed with SMG’s turned up to Mainer’s cell with an unexpected guest. Raymond King hadn’t posted bail for Danny at all. Chairman Gingerdude stood out the cell, his arms folded and in a powerful stance as he glared at Danny with evil, angry eyes.Chairman Gingerdude: ”Give me one reason why I shouldn’t just let you rot in here Dan. You’ve tried my patience and blown every last nerve in my body! I physically can’t stand you anymore! I have had enough of your horse shit. Dan, you can’t run around like you own the place and if it weren’t for that unsackable clause in your contract you’d have been in your words “sent packin’” back to Vegas a long-arse time ago! Do you have any idea, any idea AT ALL how much paperwork I have to do now?! Do you have any idea how much you’ve damaged not just my reputation but that of the company?! The fact that you even own an assault rifle is questionable enough, the fact that you went ahead and fired it on the roof tops is just… incomprehensibly horrible! So come Dan, gimme your reason for it. I’ve been spending YEARS now working on getting our employee safety reputation to a five star standard. People thought I took good care of my roster and now? Now? Well, reputation is harder to build then it is destroy. What do you have to say for yourself you monster?”Danny looks up at Gingerdude who is going as red in the face, flushed with anger as his hair. His fists are clenched and if it weren’t for the armed escorts around him, he’d jump in there and batter him himself. Danny stares Ginger right in the eye for about three seconds before returning to his book again further testing the patience of The Chairman.Chairman Gingerdude: ”Oh so that’s your g-“TIGER UPPERCUT! Danny launches towards the cell wall gripping onto the bars and pushing his face up against the metal causing Gingerdude to jump back in recoil and even give the lead security guard a little shake. This all happens in one fluid motion and Danny interrupts Ginger.Danny Mainer: ”THAT clown had a gun! You honestly expect a man of my calibre and… well I’d say wealth but that would be horseshit so instead I’ll say “connections” to not have a back-up plan? You say I’m damaging your companies safety reputation but I don’t think it’s entirely fair to pin the blame on ol’ muggins Danny. Chris had just as much if not MORE to do with it. He used a pistol like a fucking shuriken and threw it at me hitting me square between the eyes. Could you imagine what would have happened if that gun had fired due to the impact? I’d be like David Caurso’s career, ready to die! Not only was he the first person to produce a fire-arm, he also was the first to fire it at me. I ran up the stairs fleeing him and his fire-arm and he attempted to unload several clips into my back before I returned fire. If you even THINK of saying that it’s not the right way to deal with things and that you’d have done it differently, you’re full of shit because you are TWICE the pussy I am.”Chairman Gingerdude: ”You were reckless, dangerous, irresponsible and insane. I have half a mind to pay out of my OWN wallet twice the money that you were bailed out on to keep you in here for the rest of your life you sub-human scumbag!”Danny’s eyes widen in shock as it dawns on him. If Gingerdude didn’t pay bail, who did?Danny Mainer: ”Wait. You didn’t pay bail?”Chairman Gingerdude: “No, I wouldn’t pay your bail Dan. I’d quite have enjoyed watching you suffer with Harry the Hobo over there, drunk out of his skull and with more STI’s then a Scouse accountant.” Danny Mainer: ”Then, who the Hell did?”Chairman Gingerdude: “Not the foggiest Dan and I could care less to be honest. I’m only here because they required someone to escort you and Ray isn’t anywhere to be found. He’s probably out at Tesco’s trying to pick up Desperate Housewives season two, Charlotte said she saw that redheaded slag of yours jog on downtown to go meet some mates and Charlotte herself is conducting on interviews.”What on earth? Who’d post bail for Danny and then not stick around to take credit? This is such a shock to Danny, so much so that he hasn’t even taken the opportunity to turn Gingerdude’s “redheaded slag” line into a witty yet unoriginal pun about his mum. The three armed men open the cell door and Danny leaves pocketing his SAS Survival Guide. The two then share that long awkward walk towards the stairs as the screen fades to black. Who DID post bail for Mainer and why? Well, you’ll find out near the end of the night.FADE [/U][/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 16:10:20 GMT -5
Match 6: Legalized Murder Match Scott Andrews vs. Angelus Kincaid (Credit: Scott / Goblin)
Match will be posted as part of the re-post.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 16:11:43 GMT -5
Knock Knock. Who's There? Dan White As I, the well-wisdomed and all-knowing writer has mentioned earlier on in the show twice, as I wrote not only the match but also a segment after the match, Dan White, Jonny Hughes and Jack Jefferson managed to defeat the trio of Jonny Spade, Dave Shadow, and Jason Freeman. It was a famous victory for The Empire, as they intend to bring back the very meaning of being quintessentially British, and bring Britannia her lands back! Of course, one may see this as being somewhat obsolete, as the chairman, Mr. Jonathan Gingerdude, is from Manchester. And unless you live in a hole, you'd know that Manchester is in northern England. Fittingly, as the European Tour begins on Thursday, both Manchester and Cardiff will feature on the tour.
The segment opens up with a knock on the door; Gingerdude looks up, but is silent as he continues to look at his paperwork. He then hears the door open, and the crowd pop, as Dan White walks through the door. Dan mentioned to Kevin earlier on in an interview that he had a meeting with the Chairman, and we're to assume that this is in fact the interview. Gingerdude looks at Dan, smiling slightly, and nodding his head towards the chair in front of his desk, betraying not a race of the anguish which other events tonight have been causing him. Dan gives a smile, but not of happiness, but more of acknowledgment, as he pulls the chair from under the desk and sits himself down, in a very casual manner. He looks around the room, as he has done so many times.Dan White: So then. Here I am. Again. Gingerdude, still looking at his paperwork, gives an uninterested conversation filler.Gingerdude: Mhmm. Dan crocks an eyebrow, leaning forwards and yanking the paperwork from underneath Ginger's nose, beginning to read it.Gingerdude: Hey, you're not supposed to read that! Ginger tries to stretch his arm forward and grab it back, but Dan leans backwards, denying the Chairman.Dan White: Why the hell not? It's only dates for the European Tour. Let's see here....you got Moscow next Thursday...Croatia....Sweden... Germany....Ah. Gingerdude: What. Dan White: You got France on here. Gingerdude: What's wrong with France? Dan White: I'm banned from France. Gingerdude: Banned from France? Dan White: Banned from France. Gingerdude: ...Why are you banned from France? Dan White: Because I beat up a guy. Gingerdude: Why did you beat up a guy? Dan White: He was pissing me off. Gingerdude: You can't just beat up a guy for pissing you off, Dan Dan White: Yeah well he was pissing me off royally! Gingerdude: How could he piss you off royally? Dan White: Because he was trying to arrest me ...Ahh, that explains it.Gingerdude: Dan! You can't just beat up a policeman for trying to arrest you! Dan White: Why not? Gingerdude blurts out; he's astonished that Dan cannot see this seriously, but unbeknownst to him, Dan is playing Gingerdude out for a fiddle.Gingerdude: Because he was arresting you! Why was he arresting you? Dan White: Because I was pissing on a car. Well, some things just don't need explaining.Gingerdude: Well you had it coming, then! Why were you pissing on a car?! Dan White: Because I was drunk. Gingerdude just sinks into his chair. He's obviously not going to win, so he just tries to change the subject, somewhat.Gingerdude: So you can't come to France. Dan White: Can't come to France. Gingerdude: Sure? Dan White: Sure as sure can be. Gingerdude: ...Super. Dan crocks an eyebrow again, leaning forward again.Dan White: So hang on, you actually want me to be at a show? That's a turn up for the books. You normally want me so far away from this place that you've tried to get me fired so many times! What's up, Ginger? Gingerdude is suddenly faced with this killer question. Is this the moment where he finally slips up, and admits that the fed needs Dan White? Dan's got a smile on his face as the chairman wearily opens his mouth.Gingerdude: Well...you see... Dan White: ...Yes... Gingerdude: ...I need you on this show... Dan White: ...Because.... Gingerdude: ...Because there's nothing I enjoy more than making your life a living hell! And if you're not here, then who else am I going to torment? Nobody quite takes the bait like you, White! You're the one who always gets riled up more than anybody else on that roster, and you're the one who I love nothing more than to see pissed off! Dan sits back, crossing his arms and shaking his head, with an angry look.Gingerdude: And believe me, Dan. You know fine well, out of everybody here, that it'll be you who's pissing off sooner rather than later... Dan continues shaking his head, as Gingerdude holds a sinister smirk, not dissimilar to a certain other chairman out there, making it known that he's won this round of words.Gingerdude: I'll see you in Moscow, Dan. He lets out a laugh, as Dan rolls his eyes, and makes his exit.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 16:12:10 GMT -5
Match 7: Senator Steve Phillips vs. Thunderkiss (Credit: Senator / TK)
Maxwell McNally: Well, Eddie, it looks like we're actually going to see this long awaited rematch between the Senator and his nemesis, Thunderkiss.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Oh come on, shouldn't it be "Thunderkiss and his nemesis, Steve Phillips?" You've always been so biased!
McNally: And you're just the shining model of objectivity, aren't you?
Edison: Exactly. I only tell the truth around here, somebody's gotta do it!
McNally: Oh, I give up...anyway, to ensure that we do the job we're paid for, this match here wasn't supposed to happen, as short as a week ago. Steve Phillips was fulfilling his duties in Washington, only heading over here to the Arena for contractual obligations. Seeing an old rival waste away in piles of paperwork and endless meetings, Thunderkiss took it upon himself to torment our resident politician, and eventually pushed him to the breaking point.
Edison: And that's why we have this match here tonight!
McNally: You really do make this job look easy...
Edison: As you said, it's what I'm paid to do! Just like I think TK's got an easy match ahead of himself here, Old Man Phillips has generally overcome his age with an intense conditioning regimen, but by his own admission, he's hardly worked out at all over the last few months! I can only imagine that he'll be huffing and puffing a few minutes into the contest...
Soon, the lights dim, as Phillip Jones steps to the center of the ring, ready to make his first announcement, as Eye of the Tiger hits the PA system.
Phillip Jones: Announcing first, he hails from Washington DC and weighs in at two hundred and five pounds, Senator Steve Phillips!
The Senator walks out to the entranceway, raising his trademark victory pose, as red white and blue tickertape shoots out into the crowd. He walks down to the ring with a slight spring in his step, but his face shows little to no emotion as he heads towards the squared circle.
Demonstrating once again that he is the complete opposite of the Senator Steve, Thunderkiss then shoots forward from the entranceway as if he was on a sugar high. The Kiss Army electrifies their hero with their screams of approval and their efforts are increased tenfold with the cuffing of an ear. Next stop, the ring! Thunderkiss follows his trail of flames to the ring where his index finger warns Phillips of approaching danger. Steve doesn’t give this gesture a second thought nor does he give TK any room as he enters the ring and begins to prance. Seconds later, TK is completely disrobed down to his ring gear and the fans take in a deep, collective breath. Trust me, they are going to need it!
***BELL RINGS***
The Senator looks up at his massive foe, while Thunderkiss returns the favor, and the two sustain a prolonged stare down. The two maintain this status quo...until the latter mutters an inaudible word, which prompts Phillips into throwing a right hand to the head. TK merely rolls with the punch, and points to his chin, egging the Senator on. Phillips swings again, connecting flush with the side of his opponent's temple, but the force is insufficient to do any noticeable damage.
Edison: Thunderkiss is just too big, nasty, and hardcore to let those little punches hurt him!
TK again gestures for the Senator to lash out, and he does, but this time, with a knife-edge chop, instead of a punch, and before TK can put up a show of bravado, he sends a full series of chops into his opponent's chest. These, unlike the punches, double over the mighty Thunderkiss, and put him right in position for Phillips to lock in a side headlock. TK does not last long in this hold, however, and lifts the Senator up, slamming him down with an atomic drop, sending the politician bouncing off onto the ropes.
McNally: Such a simple, basic counter, and yet, when Thunderkiss uses it, he puts enough power into the atomic drop to make it a momentum changing move.
The Senator begins to pick himself off the ropes, but only moves right into the path of a charging Thunderkiss, who lowers a shoulder, colliding into his opponent, and sends him flying out of the ring. Phillips drops down to the floor, rolling into the crowd barrier, and immediately picks himself up, sliding back in.
TK, instead of pressing the advantage, lets the Senator get up, before whipping him into the ropes, hitting a back elbow. As he rises, the Senator catches an arm, wrenching it over, and throws a back elbow of his own into his opponent's head. Thunderkiss, a bit annoyed, returns the favor with a big right hand, dropping the Senator right to the mat, and covers with a rather arrogant single footed pin...
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McNally: Thunderkiss doesn't seem to be taking this match seriously at this point, and to tell the truth, the Senator's not giving him very much of a reason to do so.
Edison: Agreed, you can't just go from doing the political thing 24/7 right into a match with one of our strongest title contenders, it's just not heard of!
Phillips, though, did not enter into the match to lose, and stands up with a fire in his eyes, kicking Thunderkiss in the ribs with a roundhouse, and then engages in another chopfest to the chest. TK, noticeably hurting, returns with a chop of his own, but only knocks the Senator back for the most part, while the wrestling politician heads back, going back to the razor-edged strikes to the chest.
McNally: The Senator looks like he might need a bit of work on his technique, he's preferring to go back to the tried and the true, and really, after everything Thunderkiss has put him through over the last month, I doubt he's in the mood for anything other than an all out brawl.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 16:12:26 GMT -5
TK shoves the Senator away, interrupting the never-ending chops, and as Phillips heads back, he does so right into the path of a big boot kick. Having sent the Senator to the mat, TK covers for a quick pin...
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Edison: I love it, Phillips is the brawler, Thunderkiss is working the submissions!
Phillips, annoyed with the lax application of the chinlock, jumps up to his feet, spinning around out of the lock, going behind TK, hooking both arms, and going for a backslide pin...and finds it very hard indeed to get his larger opponent to the mat. Thunderkiss, who had once been defeated with that exact pinning combination, now jerks forward, and throws the Senator over his head to the mat. Phillips lands on his knees with a pained expression on his face, while TK leans over and flexes in his face. The Senator, incensed at the provocation, hits his opponent with a short uppercut to the chin, and shoots in, sweeping both legs with a shoot tackle, before flipping over into a jackknife pin...
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Thunderkiss grins widely as he runs right towards a corner, looking to pancake the Senator against the turnbuckles, but Phillips, realizing the danger he's in, lets go, falling to the mat, but also gains the satisfaction of seeing his long-time rival running full speed into the corner. As Thunderkiss staggers away, the Senator dashes over, connecting with a sliding front kick to the knee, sending his opponent down to a single foot on the mat. Phillips backs up a few steps, and dashes in, stepping off TK's outstretched leg, and flipping forward for a Shining Capitol front flip heel kick...only for Thunderkiss to catch him in mid-air.
Edison: This ain't gonna be pretty!
TK stands up to both feet, hoisting the Senator up as he does so, pausing for a moment, before powerbombing Phillips straight down into the mat!
Edison: Now that was DAAANGEROUSSSSSS!!!
Thunderkiss covers for the pin, hooking a single leg...
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McNally: The Senator's offence may be limited here, but he's putting it to full effect, and no matter what, his toughness is still intact.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 16:13:58 GMT -5
Having backed Thunderkiss against the ropes, the Senator pauses to catch his quickly diminishing breath, before running forward, going for a lariat to send TK over the ropes...only to be back body dropped to the floor!
Edison: Argh, I already used it up...that WAS dangerous, though!
TK soaks in the cheers and boos of the audience before slowly following to the outside, walking down the ring steps, and waving to several buxom beauties in the front row, even going as far to walking over and signing their autographs, and receiving two kisses in return. Seeing the Senator still in the process of regaining his bearings, Thunderkiss walks over to the announcer's table, and slips on a headset.
Thunderkiss: So Edison, how would you rate those two pieces of ass over there? I’d say that one is easily a ten, and the other one is probably a nine point five. Either way, both get my seal of approval so would you be a pal and go over there before -
McNally: Before Senator Phillips literally cuts your chest open with more of those knife-edge chops...sorry, but this is hardly the place for a wrestler...
Edison: Oh man, I'm clearing out before you get your clock cleaned, I mean, really, Maxie...
Thunderkiss: Hah! Don’t sweat it, Edison. McNally is just confused in his old age. He thinks that Phillips in there is the Phillips of old! Well let me tell you something brother, he’s just a shell of his former self! However, you’re right Maxy pad, I got a match to finish, man, this really is boring, it's like I'm just working out...
TK drops the headset, and walks away from the booth, picking the Senator off the floor, rolling him into the ring. While Thunderkiss again waves to the fans, Phillips slowly rolls over into a crouched position in the ring, looking far more alert than his opponent seems to give him credit for. After quenching his thirst for frivolous fan interaction, Thunderkiss tries to re-enter the ring, but instead, Phillips stops him short of his goal with several elbows to the head. Draping his opponent over the top rope, the Senator backs towards the corner, and runs back, leaping up to hit a flying knee to the skull!
Edison: I found out that the Senator calls that new move the A.I.G. Knee!
McNally: Excuse me?
Edison: Well, Dwight came up with the name while they were training the other day, I was watching, Dwight had a hellava time coming up with the words, called it the "Accurate Impact Generate knee," saying that since the government owned AIG, Senator should use it in his move name!
McNally: I don't know whether to believe you or not, but I do think that the Senator has pulled Thunderkiss into the ring, and is pinning him...
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TK, although shaken up, stands up at the same time as his opponent, looking the Senator dead in his eye, before sending him back down with a scoop slam. Phillips tries to get up, but TK again drops him, this time, with a short-arm clothesline, gesturing to the crowd with a "lifting up" motion afterwards.
Edison: Thunderkiss is going nuts here, I wouldn't want to be the Senator now!
Thunderkiss, at this point, in a complete rampage, lifts Phillips over his head, pressing him up to the sky for his signature Heaven's Door military press slam...but the Senator takes him, and the audience by surprise by shifting his weight, and dropping down to his feet!
Edison: What's this?
TK swings away for a big back elbow, but again, Phillips avoids the big impact, ducking under and running off the ropes, rebounding off, ducking under a clothesline, going back off the other ropes, and on his return, reaching up and BLASTING his opponent, delivering the crook of his elbow to TK's throat to complete a gigantic Axe Bomber!
McNally: That wasn't a Washington Lariat, that was Thunderkiss's own Goodnight Kiss! And that might be quite the apt name for this particular use!
The Senator collapses down into the pin, his brief burst of energy fully expended...
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Phillip: Your winner, SENATOR STEVE PHILLIPS!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 16:16:18 GMT -5
“HAIL TO THE CHIEF, INDEED” Credit: Senator, Thunderkiss [Sometimes you really do have to be careful about what you wish for. Thunderkiss wanted nothing but to have Steve Phillips be fired up once more inside a wrestling ring; he has achieved his goal. Though he has a massive headache as a result, Kiss still cannot help but feel a sense of accomplishment over what has just transpired. There are moments in wrestling that transcend wins and losses, this is one of them. Tonight, neither Thunderkiss nor the Senator Phillips will remember the outcome of this match, only its significance. Thunderkiss will have walked away with his legendary matches against Steve Phillips solidified as such and Phillips’ has become born again inside the squared circle. Slowly but surely Thunderkiss recovers his energy with each passing second. In less than one minutes time he has recovered enough to slowly rise to his feet and exchange a few parting words with his rival. What could possess him to expend his energy so, especially when one considers that his night is only half over for him? The camera crew gets in close enough for that answer to be revealed.] Thunderkiss: Heh... heheheheheheh. [Inappropriate laughter fills the ring. Phillips at first tries to ignore it as a typical Thunderkiss antic, however, as he tries to leave the ring, it intensifies to the point of him not being able to do so, despite his current state of extreme exhaustion.] Senator: Ugh...If you find that utter tripe to be humorous, I would be more than glad to...tickle your funny bone again with...another lariat. Thunderkiss: Let me ask you a question, Steve. In the past fifteen or so odd minutes, did budget meetings, economic stimulosus packages, insurance bonuses or the like enter your head?Senator: No. Thunderkiss: Exactly![Phillips stops dead in his tracks as the reality of the situation sets in. He may have won, but in the end it was Thunderkiss with the last laugh. Damn him, he has done it again.] Thunderkiss WELCOME BACK, STEVE! WELCOME BACK! Senator: Shut it. You...you...are an overbearing imbecile. Just get out of my face...before I collapse right here in the middle of the ring! Thunderkiss: If that is my cross to bear, so be it! Tonight you learned an important lesson, old man. You can’t run from the past no matter how hard you try and once you are part of the family, you’ll always be remembered as such. Nothing you do in Washington can ever erase the fact that YOU-ARE-A-WRESTLER! Trust me, nobody knows this better than I! Lord knows I tried! HAHAHAAHAHAHHAAHAHA![Thunderkiss’ maniacal laughter is like fingernails down a chalkboard to his ears. Unable to bear any more, Phillips puts as much distance between himself and the ring as possible, his disdain for Thunderkiss growing with every step. While it was never his intent to turn his back on the profession he loves so dearly, a desperate time called for a desperate measure. With the future of the country hanging in the balance, some things became more important than wrestling. Wrestling disagreed. Like it or not, he has been thrust back into the thick of things and it is now Washington taking a back seat to the ring. Be that as it may, if things go south on his watch, it will be Thunderkiss taking the blame and he will not be afraid to lay it on him in the form of his patented knife edge chops - - the hardest in ACW, of course. Lest we ever forget.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 16:16:51 GMT -5
Segment: I Spy, Part 2 (Credit: Lee) Pulling up to the stadium, Lee isn’t exactly sure how everything is going to work out. It was bad enough that he had to worry about a match against TK and FSX. Now he had to add on top of that the fact that the fate of the free world lied in his hands. Talk about pressure. As people scurried about, filing into the building, carrying their signs and waving to some of the ACW cameras, Lee can only rest his head in his hands. Still not feeling 100% from the effects of his match last Thursday, this was sure to be an interesting night.Owen Wilson: Hey, buck up! Things aren’t that bad. I do this all the time. Trust me. We’ll get in there, have a little sake, maybe a happy ending, and then we’ll get to work. All we have to do is stop Kim Jong-il from going through with his plan. Lee: Yea, no pressure, just have to save the world from some midget who’s on his period every waking moment of the day. Not to mention the fact that I have to go out there and wrestle too. Owen Wilson: About that. Is it as fake as everyone says it is? Lee: Do these look fake to you? Lee shows the bruises resulting from that Rock Bottom he received from Hollywood Macho.Owen Wilson: Point taken. So, I’ve got all the equipment in the trunk. All I need you to do is get me in close to Jong-il, and we’re home free. Can you do that? Lee: Sure. I mean, Jesus turned water into wine. All I have to do is get close to a ruthless dictator, hell bent on world domination. Owen Wilson: Great. That’s the type of spirit we need. After parking the town car in the garage, Owen gets his duffel bag full of equipment. Lee really has no idea what he’s doing. He’s not a superhero, he doesn’t even like half the people in the world. Why should he save it? Nevertheless, he and Owen set off to find the reclusive dictator. After eavesdropping on a couple of conversations, they figure out that Jong-il is having a private soirée in one of the press boxes. Being the bold man that he is, Lee decides that the best course of action is to go straight to the man. After narrowly dodging many of his bodyguards, they make it to the door where the infamous Jong-il resides for the evening. Of course, they wouldn’t be able to walk in. There was a large guard positioned outside of the door. Lee, being the genius that he is, recruits a young woman named “Ming Li” to go and distract the guard.Ming Li: Hey there, soldier boi. Anything interesting happening tonight? Bodyguard: No, now please keep it moving. This is a private function. Ming Li: You sure? Because you and me can have our own private function. How would you like that? Bodyguard: Can’t. I’m working right now, miss. Ming Li: Are you sure? Because I could really make it worth your while. A big strong man like you could probably show me a good time. ME LUV U LONG TIME! Bodyguard: Trust me, honey, you’re barking up the wrong tree. The bodyguard gives her a funny look as he says this. Conceding defeat, the young woman walks back over to Lee and Owen.Lee: So what happened? Ming Li: He said I’m not his type. Owen Wilson: Not his type? Well, then, what is his type? Ming Li: He said he was really a fan of the short guy in Wedding Crashers. Lee breaks out into laughter, while Owen doesn’t see the humor of the situation.Lee: Looks like you’re up, spy boy. Owen Wilson: Huh, what do you mean? Lee: You heard the lady. You’re his cup of tea. So get out there and make America proud! The fate of the world rests on your shoulders…and yo AZZ! Owen sulks as he slowly walks over to the guard, who can’t seem to contain his adoration for him. Lee waits for the perfect opportunity to enter the skybox. While the guard begins to caress Owen’s cheek, Lee seizes the opportunity to tiptoe behind his back and into the box. It’s a madhouse in there with small Asian women dancing on tables and businessmen taking shots off of their bellies. Lee didn’t know that the Koreans got down like this. Hell, he might miss the pay-per-view just to stay for the party. Scanning the room, Lee frantically searches for the man of the evening Kim Jong-il. Finally, he spots the man in question, living it up near the bar, drinking with some ugly woman.
Seizing his chance, Lee marches straight over to Kim Jong-il and strikes up a conversation before any of the guards could stop him.Lee: Kim, my man! How’s it hanging, bro?! Long time no see. I’ve been looking all over this building for you. You’re one tough bastard to find, kind of like Osama Bin-Laden. Anyway, though, what’s been up man? Haven’t seen you since that kegger down in Cancun a couple of summers ago. Kim Jong-il: I’m sorry, but do I know you? This is a private celebration. Lee: Kim, don’t be like that bro. It’s me! itzLEE… [/size][/font][/center] Kim Jong-il: I’m sorry, that’s not ringing a be-- Lee: …yuhBITCH!Kim Jong-il: Oh, that’s right. You are a part of the entertainment this evening. Lee: Correction: I’m the whole show. See, you and all your friends came out tonight because of one man and one man only: me! I came up here because I hear that you’re the top dog in this part of the world, the Obama of Asia. Am I right, or am I right? Kim Jong-il: I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just a man trying to make things better for my country. That’s all. Lee: I can respect that, but I also hear that you’re the type of guy who likes to set off nuclear weapons. Now to quote a co-worker of mine, “And that, my friends, is nothing but the truth.” Now, we Americans don’t particularly appreciate you trying to blow us up, get me? What did we ever do to your 4th world country anyway? Kim Jong-il: Well, besides leaving us poverty stricken and raping our economy, you’ve also stolen our natural resources. Lee scratches his head at that one. Damn, we’re fucked up.Lee: Well, I didn’t know that, so I’m sorry. But c’mon, man, you’ve got all these fine women around you. I mean, they’re midgets, but they are gorgeous, and all you can think about is nuking the USA? I can’t let that happen, Kim. It would be un-American of me. So, here, how about this? How about you quit with the missiles, and I won’t slap you around in front of all your friends here, huh? Deal? Kim Jong-il: I would sincerely like to see you try, beach boy. Lee: Beach boy?! Beach boy? Oh, so I’m a beach boy now? That’s it, you and me right now! Lee doesn’t realize, but now, everyone’s attention is focused on him, and all of Kim Jong-il’s goons are beginning to surround him. Why did he have to be such a loudmouth? Couldn’t he just keep his mouth shut? Just as everyone is about to pounce on him, the door flies open, and the room fills with gas. Suddenly, someone grabs him by the arm and yanks him out of the room. This was like a scene straight out of a movie, with women screaming and punches flying. Safely away from all of the danger, he realizes that it was Owen who had saved his ass.Lee: What the hell took you so long?! I almost got sliced up like a pizza. Do you know how many samurais surround that guy at all times? Owen Wilson: Sorry, I was kind of busy trying to keep that gorilla from trying to mate with me. Lee: That’s great, but while you were getting engaged, I was keeping the midget from trying to end the world. You know what? I’m out of here. I have a match to prepare for, and aside from saving your job and the world, I’m a little stressed out! Did you at least manage to get whatever it is you needed to handle done? Owen Wilson: Very funny. Oddly enough, he was actually a nice g--hey! That's not the point. The point is we did it, and the world is once again safe. Lee: Great! Now, pay me my money so I can get out of here. Owen Wilson: Money? You don’t get paid for this. Lee: Wanna bet? Out of nowhere, Lee decks Owen with a stiff right, before rummaging through his wallet.Lee: $16? What a loser! With that, Lee disappears back towards the locker room area to prepare for the huge contest against Double Penetration later tonight. After saving the world, this match should be a piece of cake.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 16:17:49 GMT -5
Match 8: Hollywood Boulevard Hell's Highway Match International Title Match Hollywood Mach vs. Thunder Train (Credit: Train) ACW returns back to the ringside area. A Hummer Limo begins to back up from the stage and the crowd pops are the sight of it. Phillip enters the ring once more to begin announcements.Edison: Oh man! Here we go, this should be a brutal match! McNally: This has been built up for close to two months now and I cannot wait to see what these men can do Phillip: The following is the Hollywood Boulevard Hell’s Highway Match! Now in this match there are no pinfalls, submissions, disqualifications or countouts, only way to win is to get your opponent inside the limousine and slam the door shut! The person that does so will be the declared the winner and the ACW International Champion! Introducing first, from Yellowknife, NT, Canada, weighing in at 270 pounds, the current ACW International Champion, HOLLYWOOD MACH! McNally: Oh boy! Here comes out “Great” champion. Edison: Why do you say it like that? Hollywood has been a great champion! Probably the best in the last 10 years! The crowd stands up and boos loudly as the ACW International Champion steps out from backstage. He carries the ACW International Title around his shoulder and takes a look at the limo. He slaps it and smiles. He even shakes it a bit to see if it’s sturdy. He then turns his attention to the ring and begins walking down. WCW is right there behind him walking down also. Mach slides into the ring then walks over to the turnbuckle to pose. WCW however, walks around to the announce table and sits down.McNally: Do you really need to be here? WCW: Yes I do. You two idiots can’t do commentary right so I’m here in order to help you guys. McNally: You do realize the last time you helped us with commentary, Mach lost a match? WCW: Shut up! We have a match about to start. Edison: Yeah! Be quiet. Phillip: And the challenger, from The End of the Tracks, weighing in at 360 pounds, THUNDER TRAIN! Gourmet Race Metal Mix plays and out walks Thunder Train. He looks around the crowd a bit then focuses on the ring. The crowd is on their feet cheering the big man. Mach in the ring has some harsh words for the challenger and the two taunt each other. Then, in a rare case, Train begins to run down to the ring. He gets inside and begins to trade shots with Mach.*Bell Rings* McNally: Things are already picking up! The two adversaries trade lefts and rights. Mach gets the upper hand and sends Train closer to the ropes. He then steps back and runs, clotheslining Thunder Train over the top rope. Train flips to the outside, hitting the mat. Mach inside the ring taunts the crowd with a smirk and raises his arms. However, Train gets right back into the ring and turns around Mach. He kicks him in the stomach then throws him through the middle rope to the outside. Mach stumbles back up then Train gives him a chop. Mach grabs his chest and steps back. Train stays right on the attack and grabs Mach’s head. He then slams it into the announce table. Edison: Watch out! WCW: Jesus! He can’t be doin that! McNally: I knew this would be physical, but I didn’t think it would happen so fast. Mach’s head goes bouncing off the wooden and/or plastic announce desk. Train holds the back of Mach’s head and leads him over to the steps. He is about to slam his head down, but Mach stops him by placing his hands on the steps. He counters with an elbow to the side of Train’s head then slams Train’s head onto the steps him self. Mach looks over and grabs a chair from a man sitting down. He pulls the man up and throws him into the crowd. Mach takes the chair and folds it up then gives Train an evil look. He charges and tries to smash Train’s head in, but Train stands up. The shockwave from the shot, causes Mach to drop the chair. Train picks up the chair and smashes it into the face of Mach. Mach falls down and Train raises the chair up in victory, much to the delight of the crowd. McNally: I think Mach is busted open here. WCW: Train can’t use a chair, that is cheating. Edison: Yeah! Obviously, Train is just taking advantage of the situation. McNally: ... Max’s prediction is right, Mach is busted open and a bit woozy. Mach leans up against the steps and Train tries to knee him but pulls a Foley spot. Train lands on his back and both men are already hurt and the match has been going on for barely five minutes! Mach looks under the ring for something and finds a steel pipe underneath. He grabs it but conceals it from Train. Train slowly begins to stand and when he reaches his feet he turns around to Mach. He goes to pick up the champ but Mach was playing possum! Mach hits Train in the stomach with the pipe then takes both and holds it horizontally. He runs at Train and holds it up against his throat, choking him and driving him back. Both men end up going over the barricade and hitting the cement hard.Mach is the first to get to his feet and goes through the crowd and sits behind the announce table. He motions to get a headset from WCW. Hollywood: And that right there is why I am the greatest champion this company has ever seen Brudah! WCW: YEAH! Now go finish the job! Hollywood: Oh please, give me some time. Hand me that water. McNally: Mach, this isn’t a very appropriate time for this. Hollywood: Shut your mouth before I close it for you.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 16:18:15 GMT -5
Suddenly, Train appears behind Mach and grabs him . Train picks him up and slams him onto the announce table, which doesn’t break. Mach goes sliding off of it and Train follows by stepping on top of the guardrail then over the announce table. Train grabs Mach and begins to head toward the limo. He slams Mach’s head against the ring post then again off the barricade, doing damage as they move. The two men reach the edge of the ringside area and Mach begins to fight back. He hits Train in the back of the knee, causing his leg to buckle. Mach then punches Train in the head and the mid-section. Mach is now in control and Irish Whips Train into the much stiffer barricade. Train’s back goes bouncing off the ropes and back to Mach, who lands a DDT on Train.
McNally: Oh my God! Right on that steel. Folks that will not give. That is solid steel Edison: Train is knocked out here, it’s as good as over. WCW: See! DO YOU SEE!
Train remains motionless on the floor. Mach stands up and grabs the arm of Train he begins to drag Train away toward the limo. He gets to the back of the Hummer and opens up the door. We see the kickass inside of it as Mach attempts to pick up Train and set him inside. He gets him in and slams the door! But wait! It won’t close. There is something blocking it from happening. A wrench is inbetween the door. Train then kicks it open in the face of Mach, sending him back. Train gets out of the limo and begins to hit Mach with the wrench. He uses the handle end to jab the stomach of Mach then nails the back of him. Mach stands back up holding his back in pain. Train grabs him and belly-to-belly suplexes him into the limo. Mach hits the limo and falls to the ground. Train stomps on Mach then chokes him with his boot. Mach gasps for air and scratches at the leg of Train. Train stops then pulls Mach to the side of the limo and sets him up in front of the window.
Edison: What the hell is Train doing here? McNally: I have no idea but I have a feeling it will be extremely brutal...
Mach leans up against the side of the limo with the window right behind his head. He has no idea where his as Train charges him. Train goes for a big boot through Mach, but Mach falls out of the way, sending Train’s leg through the window! The glass shatters and shards of it go everywhere. Train’s leg is also a bit stuck. As he struggles to get it out, Mach gets behind him and German Suplexes Train onto the cement.
McNally: Train has to have a concussion. I don’t know how Train can get up from this. WCW: And that is why Mach has five star matches every time he goes out there!
Mach gets up and now he is in control. He takes Train and instead of heading to the limo, he heads to the backstage area. He grabs Train by the head and bounces his head off the stage. The two disappear behind the curtain and it takes a second before the camera can see them again. But when the feed comes back, Train is leaning against some storage crates and Mach is on top of him choking him. Mach lets go and Train falls down. Mach walks over and grabs a garbage can then walks back and smashes the head of Train with it. Mach picks up Train then scoop slams him down onto the garbage can. Train’s head is now bleeding and his face makes a twisted look Mach takes Train by the leg then ties something around him. He then grabs a golf cart and ties the rope to the end of it, in a Seven Deadly Sins fashion. He turns it on and begins to drive away. Train goes skidding around the floor, hitting people, racks with steel bars on them, doors, everything! Train however, is able to grab a hammer as he is sliding around. Mach stops near a door used for loading and unloading only. He goes back and unties Train, who now has a bunch of skid marks on his back.
Edison: Oh man, that is some pretty nasty stuff. McNally: This is very gruesome...
Mach unties the leg of Train, but he doesn’t see the hammer that Train has in his hand. Mach rolls over Train and gets greeted with a hammer to the head. Mach goes back and falls into some boxes. Train finishes untying himself then once he stands up, out of nowhere, your average everyday limo, comes blasting through the entrance in reverse, knocking the golf cart out of the way. Train barely gets out of the way as the limo parks. Train stands up and knocks on the driver’s window, who does nothing. Mach jumps Train from behind and begins to choke him with something, probably a piano wire. While choking Train, Mach opens the door for the limo and throws Train inside, however, Train grabs the leg of Train and brings him in. The two brawl inside of the limo with the door open then the camera guy hits the back of it as a joke and it begins to drive off.
Edison: What did that camera man do? McNally: I believe he hit it to signal for the driver to go. Edison: I can see that but what does this mean? Is the match over? McNally: I don’t think so as the door has to be closed.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 16:19:02 GMT -5
The driver goes out and begins to drive down the street. The sunroof begins to open now and Train climbs out of it. He gets on the roof of the car and is soon followed by Mach. The door of the limo now closes and the two men are on top of the limo! They begin to punch each other with both evenly matched. Train gets the upper hand once he kicks Mach back over the windshield. The driver makes a few sharp turns in the heavy traffic. Mach retaliates by grabbing the windshield wiper and pulling it off the front of the car. He sits back up and is about to stab Train with it. However, before he can lunge forward, the limo stops and the two men fly forward off of it. They stand up and brush themselves off, it seems as if they are about to fight once more when they notice something. Thunder Train: Wait a second...what does that sign say?Hollywood: What are you talking about jabroni? Thunder Train: The sign over there behind you.Hollywood: What? SCIENTOLOGY CELEBRITY BANQUET. [/size] Hollywood: You’ve got to be shitting me.... The two look back at each other then shrug and continue fighting. They brawl over to the lawn and Mach slams Train’s head into the sign. Train stumbles back closer to the window. Mach runs at Train and the two go flying through the window to the banquet hall. The celebrity Scientologists all stand up and are shocked at what they see. Train and Mach both stand up and see there surroundings then Mach hits Train in the back of the head with a bottle. Mach drags Train’s body over to a table and sets him up on it. He then goes for a Macho Slam, but Train elbows him and picks up Mach. OM NOM BOMB! On the table! The table breaks and both men are seemingly knocked out. The rest of the Scientologists look on over the men. Train and Mach both start to come to and see that the Scientologists are staring at them. They both pop up and look around. Edison: LOOK AT THEM CRAZY PEOPLE! McNally: They aren't crazy people! Hollywood: Man, this is creeping me the fuck out. I think we need to team together and take these sons of bitches out. Thunder Train: You know what, I think you are right. If we wanna end this the right way, we gotta take care of these freaks.The two stand back to back and the camera circles around in an epic manner and see various celebrity Scientologists like Tom Cruise, John Travolta..umm...their wives? That’s pretty much all the celebrities that anyone cares about (OK just me) that are scientologist. NEVERTHELESS! Mach and Train begin to destroy them left and right. Mach slams one man through a table then Rock Bottom’s two at once through a giant ice sculpture of Xenu. Train on the other hand, tosses a few out the window. However, Train is distracted by the free buffet! He runs over and begins eating all the food. This leads Mach to a disadvantage as Tom Cruise and John Travolta hold him down and begin choking him. Hollywood: DAMMIT TRAIN! HELP ME! Train turns around and sees his “ally” being killed. Train runs over and spears down both of them. He helps up Mach and they turn back around to see that they are way outnumbered no matter what they do. The Scientologists swarm them and grab them. The two are then thrown out of the place and land in wet cement! The two men are disgusted at what happened but realize they have a match to fight. WCW: They would never throw out a major star like Mach! McNally: I think maybe they are crazy... Edison: I told you.. The two begin to beat each other in the cement in a very not hawt manner. Oh shit, they are wounds on both of them and now cement is getting in them? Is that bad? Not sure, but anyway, Mach gets up and begins to walk away from the hall and Train follows after, tackling him into the street. McNally: They are gonna hit by traffic! This is way too much! WCW: ANY MEANS NECESSARY! The two roll, just barely avoiding traffic. They end up on the other side of the road and see two kids with scooters coming by. They jack the scooters and race back to the arena. Mach is ahead of Train, but Train catches up. He throws a turtle shell at Mach, causing him to stumble. Train gets ahead and finds a banana peel and throws it behind him. Mach narrowly avoids the banana but finds a mushroom. Mach eats it and for some reason he gets a boost! Edison: Lets-A-Go! McNally: *Facepalm* I can't believe this... The two are neck and neck as they get back to the arena. They continue to race but Train’s scooter soon begins to fail as the wheels pop off, Train is now riding on nothing but the steel plating of it. Train makes sparks as he goes but soon comes to a stop. Mach gets ahead of him and looks back to taunt Train, but two men carrying a table step in front of him and Mach hits the table and falls off his scooter! Train goes over to Mach and now the match is actually a match again. Train picks up Mach and punches him in the face. Mach steps back a bit and Train punches him again. The two head back to the ring area so the camera cuts off for a second. McNally: Here we go! I think this is where it's all gonna end. WCW: Yeah! Here comes the champ!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 16:19:31 GMT -5
The two once again appear in front of the crowd, who begins to cheer. Train is in control as he slams Mach’s head off of the hood of the limo. Train climbs on top of the limo and brings up Mach with him. He looks to be setting Mach up for a Rock Bottom but Mach kicks him below the belt. Mach counters with a Rock Bottom of his own on the top. Train hits the top hard and the whole limo shakes. Train then slides off and falls a few feet to the floor. Mach slowly goes off the side of it as well. He lands on his feet but he is on the opposite side of the limo. He limps over to Train, who is to his feet now, but resting against the limo. He kicks Train then brings him to the back of the limo. He goes to open the door, but Train stops him and kicks him in the stomach followed by a low blow. Mach falls to the floor and Train falls against the limo. WCW: Oh fuck! I am NOT gonna let this happen. Not this way dammit! McNally: What the hell are you doing? Sit down dammit. Edison: Yeah! Go save Mach. McNally: Don't encourage him... WCW gets up from his broadcasting position and runs over to the limo. He has some object in his hand and he smashes Train in the back of the head with it. Train just turns around and lifts up WCW. He turns around and the limo door begins to open from the inside. It pops open and Rawt is in there. He jumps out and clotheslines Train, who drops WCW in the process. Rawt begins to stomp on Train and lifts up Train. Rawt Irish Whips Train into the limo then charges and body splashes him. Train falls to his knees and Rawt holds his arms behind his back. Mach is now up and he stands in front of Train. He spits in his face then kicks him down. Meanwhile, WCW has opened up the back of the limo and has taken some handcuffs from inside. Rawt rolls Train over and get his hands ready to be handcuffed. Mach has totally turned his back on the situation and is talking to the crowd, taunting them. McNally: You wanna talk about being screwed? What the hell is this! This is sickening! Edison: There is nothing that can stop them from doing this! However, as Train is about to be handcuffed, he breaks the grip of Rawt and elbows WCW in the crotch. Train begins to punch Rawt and try to get him to back up. Rawt is stunned and surprised by the blows and backs up. Mach turns around now and attends to the aid of WCW. He picks him up and sets him aside. Then he turns his attention to Train. He hits Train from behind and sends him down. He helps up Rawt now and the two discuss something but Train comes back and double clotheslines the two of them. They both go down and Train has a new second wind. He walks over to WCW and grabs the handcuffs from him. He walks back over to the two men and handcuffs Rawt’s arm to the guardrail. Rawt, begins to thrash around trying to find anyway out, but he can’t Train just taunts him. Edison: Oh man! Things have just turned for the better for Train. McNally: Train has his second wind here. He might do it. Meanwhile, Mach has been climbing up the set to the top of it. Train sees this and climbs up after him. Hollywood gets up top and crawls to the far side. Train is right up there behind him. Train and Mach share a few words and Hollywood pleads for Train to stop. Then, Hollywood pulls out a fire extinguisher and sprays it in the face of Train. Train stumbles around and gets dangerously close to the edge. Train steps back though and doesn’t fall off. Mach tries to punch him though and get him to fall. Mach goes for a big punch but Train catches him and sets him up for an OM NOM BOMB! The weight though is just too much and both men fall of the stage! CRASH!
Edison: DAAAAAANNNNGGRROUUSSS! The two men destroy the top of the limo and blow out all the windows and the windshield. Both of them lie motionless inside the limo.. The crowd is on their feet as they can’t believe it. It seems as if the doors are closed, but not quite. The side door is open ever so much from the impact. The door begins to open with the use of some object and the crowd questions who could be doing it. Then an arm can be seen, it’s Thunder Train! Thunder Train crawls out of the limo and looks back in. He sees Mach’s corpse and spits in that direction before flipping off Mach. He then kicks the door shut and the crowd stands up and cheers. *Bell Rings* Phillip: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW ACW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION, THUNDER TRAIN! McNally: HE DID IT! TRAIN ACHIEVED HIS GOAL! HE HAS FINALLY BEATEN HOLLYWOOD MACH! BAH GAWD! Edison: HE DID IT ALRIGHT! TRAIN DID IT! NEW CHAMPION! The referee runs over and hands Train the title. He raises it up above his head in great glory and victory. The crowd’s cheer and Train gets a tear in his eye. Rawt and WCW are shocked at what they see. Train falls into the barricade and the fans applaud him as he holds up his newly won title for the camera. Train limps over to the limo and stands on top of the remains. He raises up the belt and pyros shoot off from the stage. Rawt and WCW are now inside the limo and begin to pull out their “Fallen Hero” Train stands in victory as we fade out.
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 16:20:20 GMT -5
Look at what we did, came a long way from dirty ghetto kids
The intro to Lupe Fiasco’s Kick Push II begins playing as there are various shots of an unknown white man working out in a run down gym. The clips fade in and out very fast: push ups, jump rope, boxing in a ring, a huge haymaker punch knocks down large man, a takedown and submission, a massive T-Bone Suplex, among many other flashy looking move. The clips fade away as the chorus plays.
Over his shoulders swear he never look, cuz wasn’’t nothing back there but the BLACKNESS, life wasn’t too attractive. [/i][/color][/size] ENTER THE BLACKNESS. FALLEN HEROES 2009[/center] (Credit: It’s a secret, naturally...)
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