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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 16:26:40 GMT -5
Segment: Hey! That's my Sister Man! (Credit: Train)
Train steps backstage after winning his championship match. He has his new title belt around his arm. Various superstars congratulate him and pat him on the back. Bloody and bruised, Train gets helped by some referees and some doctors. They carry him into the medical area of the arena. They sit him down and begin to stitch him up.
Doctor: You need to stop doing this Train. If you keep getting busted open like this you will turn into a tomato!
Thunder Train: Mmmm Tomatoes. And besides I won this title, didn't I? That's all that matters.
Doctor: BUT AT WHAT PRICE? AT WHAT PRICE?
Kevin Anderson walks in shortly after the doctor's sentence. He has a microphone in his hand and wants to get a few words post match for Train.
Kevin: Train, Train! How do you feel after you have finally beaten Mach?
Thunder Train: It's a pretty great feeling. I finally showed that the MegaStar Alliance were nothing but a bunch of chumps and when the sides are equal, I can beat them. It was all worth it though. Beating up those Scientologists, getting cement in my wounds, racing scooters, it was all worth it! The Road Steelers prove that we are the greatest wrestling group in the history of the company! Better then the Senatorial Stable, better than OCW, better than the Upper Echelon, better then the Untouchables.
Kevin: You guys could end up with a lot of gold tonight if Homicide and Steele can win those tag belts and Steele retains his world title.
Thunder Train: OH YEAH! Hey, can you do me a favor Kevin?
Kevin: What?
Thunder Train: Go to my locker room and get my sister.
Kevin: Alright.
Train hands Kevin the keys for the locker room and Kevin leaves. Kevin runs down to the Road Steelers locker room and notices something strange, the door is already open. Thinking that another Road Steeler member is in there he walks in. However, nobody else is in there. Instead, everything in the locker room is destroyed. The couch is ripped up, bags have been stolen from, chairs broken. Kevin can't believe it.
Kevin: THIGHS! THUNDER THIGHS! ARE YOU IN HERE?
No response...
Kevin: HELLO?
Kevin walks into the other rooms and there is nobody in here at all. Kevin leaves and runs back to Train, who has finally gotten patched up all the way. He washes off his face and hands then turns around. Kevin is in front of him, panting. Train gets a bit of a look of concern on his face.
Thunder Train: What? What's wrong? Where is my sister?
Kevin: She isn't in there. I looked everywhere.
Thunder Train: WHAT?
Train sprints out from the medical area and to his locker room. He kicks the door in and sees that everything is gone from inside. He stands there, in disbelief about what has happened. His dream night has taken a turn for the worst....
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 16:27:12 GMT -5
Segment: Such little Time.... (Credit: Freeman)
11:30 PM
He had lost. He had promised revenge against Hughes, and he had not only failed at taking Hughes out, but he had barely managed to attack him at all the whole match. In fact, he didn’t do much of anything. He was taken out first on his team, and just like that it’s over. He had failed.
Freeman walks up to the front door of his house, still feeling the impact of when he was flipped off the top rope, and came crashing down through the table. His fists are clenched. Not taking defeat well, he slams the door shut as he enters, and doesn’t even bother to turn the lights on as he goes and sits on his couch. He leans back and puts his hands to his head and sighs, before breathing heavier, and ultimately shouting in rage as he clenches his hair. Is this how he’s going to go into April? Yeah, momentum’s surely in his favor now, isn’t it? What a way to start the lead up to the most important match of his career - his big chance at success. The Fallen Heroes match. The last two times he had been in the match he had placed well, but this was the time when he was finally going to win. After tonight, however, how could he be so sure?
He had been confident in his ability to succeed. He had stated he would win tonight, win the Fallen Heroes rumble, and win the title. But perhaps his confidence is misplaced? Perhaps he had gotten too arrogant, and wasn’t thinking realistically. He was sure that he could defeat anybody in the company. Sure that he was the best he’d ever been. He’d defeated Senator, Thunderkiss, Dan White, Thunder Train…but now what happened? This wasn’t his first loss in a while…ever since the year started, his momentum had simmered. Had he peaked? Was his chance at success a stupid dream? Never to be? NO! He wouldn’t believe it…but his losses remain in his head…haunting him…taunting him. He stands off the couch, and finally turns the lights on. He isn’t going to let himself dwell on this. But yet… . . . . . February 12, 2009
Freeman turns quickly, realizing that he’s given Train time to recover, and before he can take another step forward, he is lifted over Train’s head, and OM NOM BOMBED RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE
Phillip: Here is your winner…Thunder Train! . . . . . He walks up the stairs, still trying to change the subject in his mind. He would not think about it any longer! But yet…he had been so sure! All of his past matches he’d been so SURE he’d win! So sure he’d continue making an impact, and it didn’t work! Just like when he didn’t win the International Championship at Winter’s Discontent. What did he say? That if that wasn’t enough he was just going to have to crack more skulls in…he was going to have to work harder, be more determined, and get ready to capitalize on that shot. What happened to that? It’s easy to say things. The hard part is actually proving you’re not just talk. And it seemed that he was just talk. What could he do now? How could he get ready for Fallen Heroes? How does one PREPARE for that.
He had to train harder. That’s the only way to go about it. If he wants a chance, he’s going to have to train harder. If there’s one thing he knows, it’s that his desire to succeed can’t get any harder. Most men would limit themselves. They’d train sure, but then they’d do other things. They’d relax, they’d enjoy their lives. Not him. No more. Not this month. He has one goal, and that’s train, and that’s ALL he’s going to do. And what about tapes? He has all the past Fallen Heroes matches…he has tapes of his opponents. He is going to study them, learn them. He’s going to know everybody’s moves before they make them, he’s going to know every little trick of the match. What to do, what not to do. When to strike, when to back off, and how NOT to be thrown out. He’ll learn every mistake that any man has ever made in that match, and make sure he never falls victim to it. And then he’ll get stronger…get faster…and get more endurance. It’s a long match, and one can possibly be in there for an hour. Endurance is a must. And then…and then that match won’t end up like…
Well, once again, he isn’t going to dwell on that…yet his mind keeps going back… . . . . . February 16, 2009
Freeman crawls over to the ropes, grabbing the bottom one, attempting to get himself up. His body is racked with pain right now, and he’s fought a long match, but he is going to stand. He collapses once more, barely able to get up, but he forces his way. Grabbing the ropes, pushing and doing his best. Many seconds pass by, but Freeman is making slow progress. Grabbing the middle rope, grabbing the top rope…he’s on his feet, Macho moves in closer, Freeman turns around slowly….and RDK grabs him. MACHO SLAYUM!!!! He hits it! 1...2...3!
Phillip: Here is your winner...The Macho Man, R...D...K! . . . . . Yes, there was no way around it. He was sure now. His nonstop training starts now. No time could be wasted anymore. He walks up to his room, and turns the TV on…and then he spies on his wall, a calendar. He walks up to it, and looks. He turns to April, and sees the red circle around the Fallen Heroes date. He looks at his countdown. He put this on his wall in his anticipation for that night. HIS night. That calendar’s meaning has changed now. It’s no longer showing the countdown until his glory, it’s now a deadline. That’s how much time he has left. How is it that it felt so long before…and yet now it seems just a short time away? Only a couple weeks left, and it’s go time…and one second can make all the difference in that match. You can be so close, and one slipup…one second…all over. He has to be COMPLETELY on in that match. And he hasn’t been completely on as of late. . . . . . March 23, 2009
Freeman charged looking to hit the shining axe kick again but this time Dan White dropped out. Freeman didn’t stop instead continuing off the ropes not realizing Dan White had sprung to his feet. As he came off Dan White caught him off guard planting him with an enormous stunt bomb and held it for the cover. Despite a valiant effort Freeman was no match for Dan White on this night as he recorded the 1...2...3!!!
The Winner
By pinfall following a Stunt Bomb…Dan White.[/I][/b] . . . . . No…no…he has not been completely on. He goes over to his tape collection and pulls out a tape. Fallen Heroes 2005. He pushes it into the VCR, sits down, and presses play on the remote…
3:53 AM
He watches as the Senator throws FSX over the top rope, and wins the match. He’s slightly tired, but he has managed to watch through all of the Fallen Heroes matches so far. Of course, that won’t be enough. He had cringed at both of his eliminations. How had he let that happen? He knew at least not to make THOSE mistakes again. And he had made a couple notes of what not to do, after watching superstars make slip-ups that cost them the match. However, it’s not that simple. He had watched each match once yes…but it’s like good literature. You pick up on something new every time. He knew that he’d be watching all of these tapes many times in the upcoming days. It’s very late now…or very early technically. He isn’t going to sleep however. Sleep is wasted time. You gain nothing while sleeping. Most would cave to the desire to just lie down and rest, but not Freeman. He knows he’s better than that. He has NO time to waste. He ejects the tape, and takes it out. He puts it in his case, and picks up Fallen Heroes 2005 once again. He looks at it. He places it back into the VCR…he presses play.
8:00 AM
He’ll sleep tomorrow night. As for now…eject 2008. Put in 2005. Press play.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 16:27:57 GMT -5
”War Cry” Credit: Danny Mainer It was pouring it down with rain, late at night on ACW Island as a hooded figure in dark robes walked down the street. The camera shot shows the ACW police station behind the figure as he or she slowly walks down the street. All that is visible from the hood is some locks of dark, velvety black hair and a set of pale pink lips with a feminine jawline. The girl in robes hails a cab which pulls over to her and she climbs in tentatively as she feels her stomach churning as she feels her insides kicking at her. The taxi driver gives her an odd look and turns around to inspect her more closely. The taxi driver is an oldish man of around mid-40’s with a big pervy moustache and driving gloves with a dress sense like he’s from The Middle Ages and bug eyes. He talks with a thick Irish accent, slowly and deeply.Taxi Driver: “Could ya’ take your hood off lovie, it’s for security reasons.” The girl in the back throws back her hood revealing the milky-white complexion and beautiful face of Caitlynn Dufraisne who as of this time has just posted Mainer’s bail money after his incarceration for firing an assault rifle on the rooftops of the ACW arena. She didn't have to but she wanted to help Mainer, even after she left him her heart still yearned for his touch and his hot breath and him back in her life. She still loves him but she could never take him in now. The driver snaps her out of her thought track.Taxi Driver: “Where do you wanna go love?” Caitlynn Dufraisne: “The Hepburn Buildings downtown.” The driver silently nods his head and the ride begins, the taxi slowly takes them into the downtown area of ACW Island. There’s an awkwardness tenseness between the two until finally at traffic lights the driver turns.Taxi Driver: “What’s a woman of your youth doing out on a Saturday night alone, in the pissin’ rain and not watching Genocide?” Caitlynn Dufraisne: “I don’t care for wrestling, I didn’t go. I just went to go visit a friend but l came home because I feel ill. I need to get home because I’m not feeling too good now either.” Taxi Driver: “Wrestling’s a loada’ shite anyways. Pardon my askin’ luv but do you mind if I have a smoke?” Caitlynn Dufraisne: “Yes, but open the window. I’m pregnant so…” Taxi Driver: “Oh, never mind then. Congratulations! I’m sure the father is a wonderful man, a lucky one. He’s probably waiting at home with open arms for his blushingly gorgeous girlfriend if you don’t mind me saying!” Caitlynn Dufraisne: “Me and the baby’s father aren’t together anymore. There were some complications and well, he left me.” Taxi Driver: “Oh, well that’s a shame. Was he anyone important on the island?” She chooses her words carefully. He clearly doesn’t watch the ACW product to which she is highly relieved but as the taxi pulls into the Hepburn Buildings courtyard she replies.Caitlynn Dufraisne: “To me and to many. It wouldn’t have mattered who he was, I would have loved him all the same. He was a perfect man, strong, caring, sweet, loving, handsome. Or so I thought. We grew up together as friends and we were inseparable. We liked each other then but we didn’t know it and kept it quiet. That mistake lead us to this and now, well my own idiocy made me lose everything. I still love him but… I just… oh never mind. You probably don’t want to hear all that.” Taxi Driver: “It doesn’t matter. We’re here now anyways. That’ll be five fifty please.” Caitlynn hands over the money deeply sad as she remembers all of the vivid memories she and Mainer had together before stepping out of the cab. She walks towards the old, dirty apartment buildings of which she now resides. As she walks away the seemingly nice taxi driver snarls at her and spits in her general direction.Taxi Driver: “Dirty cum slut!” The taxi speeds off as Caitlynn doesn’t acknowledge the gesture. She walks towards her apartment tower as a single tear runs down her face unnoticeable amongst the hard beating rain and her pale complexion.[End]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 16:29:25 GMT -5
Voices in my Head, I Hear Dan White, ?? We're edging the end of the show, and there's a pop as we see Dan White once again on show. He's got his gym bag around his shoulder, and he's going towards the parking lot. He suddenly hears his phone beep, and pulls it out, checking the text on it. He smirks as he reads it in his head, before placing it back into his pocket. He walks over to his car, an Aston Martin DB9, unlocking it by pressing the small infra-red key. But as he does this, the lights go out. Dan suddenly goes into lower class Cardiff slum mode.Dan White: What the-WHO THE FUCK IS THIS. TURN THESE LIGHTS ON BEFORE I SMASH YOUR FACE IN. There's no response, and Dan still stands there, in darkness, although he's prepared for an attack.Dan White: I CAN FIGHT IN THE DARK! I EAT MY CARROTS! I'M LIKE A DURACELL BUNNY! I CAN GO ALL NIGHT IN PITCH BLACK IF YOU WANT!! Dan's suddenly taken back by what sounds like thunder and lightning. He stops talking, and although we can't see him, we assume that he's either been hit by someone or something, or he's cowering in fear. The next thing we know, a voice begins to talk.Voice: Listen to me. You have no idea about the mess you're getting yourself into. The voice sounds familiar, but there's just no way of telling who it might be. It's a pretty generic voice, but one that we've definitely heard before in ACW.Dan White: ...Wh-who the fuck is this? Dan sounds spooked, for the first time in a long time. Although admittedly, if you were about to go to your car, and suddenly the lights went out and a mysterious voice began talking to you, I'm sure you would be shitting a brick or two.Voice: It doesn't matter who I am, Dan. What matters is that you know what you're doing. Dan White: What the hell do you mean I know what I'm doing? Dan's beginning to get angry at this voice, and isn't afraid to question it.Voice: You're not taking the right path, Dan. Dan White: ...Right path? The hell with all this crap. You know what, I know exactly who this is! This is Dave Shadow, or Jonny Spade, or Scott Andrews, or someone who's trying to stitch me up! Bold move, attempting to question the powers that seemingly be. And if it is someone messing Dan about, he ain't going to be happy.Voice: You can believe what you want, Dan. Just be careful. Dan White: Whatever, man. Just turn these goddamn lights on so I can get him and get hammered off some cheap cider, okay? Voice: Very well. The lights turn on, and Dan immediately looks up at the roof, before looking around the parking lot, for the culprit. Unfortunately, he's unable to find anyone, and begins to rant.Dan White: Goddamn punks trying to creep me out they oughtta know what's best for them do they not know who I am why I'm gonna... The ranting continues under his breath, as he climbs into his car and begins to drive off. But it only raises more questions. Whose voice was that?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 16:30:32 GMT -5
Match 9: ACW Tag Team Championship MatchDouble Penetration vs. The Road Steelers (Credit: TK) ..::GENOCIDE 2009::.. DOUBLE PENETRATION VS. THE ROAD STEELERS ..::WORLD TAG TITLE MATCH::..
Time limit: Unlimited Referee: Joey Reynolds
-* Tale of the Tape *-
Double Penetration (Thunderkiss, FSX) Ages: 31 (both) Height: 6'7", 5"8" Combined Weight: 545 lbs. Hometowns: San Fernando, California. Seoul, South Korea.
The Road Steelers V3 (Jake Steele, Lee Homicide) Ages: 20, 25 Height: 6'1", 5'10" Combined Weight: 404 lbs. Hometowns: Brooklyn, New York (both). A combination of “Ain’t I” by Jay Z and “Come Original” by 311 blasts over the sound system. Out from the back come the challengers for tonight, the Road Steelers, Jake Steele and Lee Homicide version! Together they walk down the isle, side by side, and looking as confident as ever. Once in the ring, each man takes a corner and climbs it, standing high above the crowd to show that they are indeed larger of life. The second their music cuts, they got to their corner to discuss the matter at hand: winning the ACW World Tag Team Titles.
“God of Thunder” by Kiss is the next song to filter down among the masses and it ushers out Thunderkiss. Just like the Road Steelers, the fans are treated with a double theme song as “Art of Life” by X Japan is played next and it too sends out its champion. Double Penetration is in the house and together they proudly display the World Tag Team Titles around their shoulders. Upon seeing their golden glint, the Road Steelers come toward them and decide they do not wish to wait for an outcome to possess them. DP bats them back and Reynolds gets in between both teams in an effort to make this contest as orderly as possible. Believe me, he has his work cut out for him tonight. Just wait and see.~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ To start things out Lee Homicide and Thunderkiss come forward for their teams with zero argument from their partners. Their hatred for one another has built up to critical mass over the past few weeks and now its time to release it before it courrurpts them any further. With a lock up the match begins and Lee is about to learn a very important rookie mistake. One does NOT lock up with Thunderkiss. With incredible ease Thunderkiss tosses Lee onto his back and the fans come alive. Thunderkiss poses for them as a result and the intensity level inside the ring increases once more. Realizing his folly, Lee attacks TK with quickness. Fast, lightening quick strikes find themselves onto TK’s body and just when TK is about to retaliate, Lee steps back. This shortly becomes most frustrating for Thunderkiss who’s face is now a brilliant shade of scarlet. Is it possible it could get any redder? With a discus elbow smash by Lee, the answer is a definitive yes! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Ugh! You could hear that blow like it was right next to you McNally. Maxwell McNally: I’d be surprised if Thunderkiss still has all his teeth left after that one! Thunderkiss clutches his mouth in pain and spits out a few gobs of blood that fall onto the canvas. Lee pumps his fist in excitement but in his jubilation he fails to relize he is still in striking distance of Thunderkiss. One punch to the head later he is down on the mat looking up at the lights. Thunderkiss combos with an easy FALL FROM GLORY leg drop that nearly breaks Lee’s windpipe in two! Wanting nothing more than to return the favor of his wounded mouth, Thunderkiss winds his head up and head butts Lee into oblivion. Homicide rolls to his corner and decides its now time to check out. With so much at stake, his desires to fuel his contempt will have to wait and he does the smart thing by tagging in Jake Steele. The Road Steeler fans in attendance go wild and the Kiss Army holds their breath as their two leaders now meet face to face inside the squared circle. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Are we finally going to see Thunderkiss verses Jake Steele! Listen to the crowd, McNally. They are demanding it! Maxwell McNally: Ask and they shall receive! Well... waitaminute! The boo birds come out in full force as Thunderkiss takes a step back and puts out his hand for FSX to slap. Fallen Souls does just that and enters the ring. While the fans are upset over the fact that the long anticipated confrontation between Steele and Thunderkiss is on hold, they rejoice upon seeing an early version of the main event. Steele charges FSX, remembering every second of his beat down. He nails him with two right hands and then softens him up with a shoulder to X’s midsection. Stunned, FSX falls victim to Jake’s BROKEN LEGACY! The neckbreaker takes X onto his back and Thunderkiss groans outside of the ropes. Jake then slips on a chinlock who’s goal is to wear down FSX. Now being early, FSX has little trouble slipping out of Steele’s hands and countering with his first offensive move of the night, a whipkick! It is now Steele’s turn to take a nap on the canvas and FSX hits the 2nd ropes and leaps off with an elbow drop that finds itself placed upon Steele’s forehead! TK’s demeanor changes with a blink of an eye as he now finds himself cheering his partner to victory! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Jake is going to have to learn how to deal with FSX’s speed or this is going to be a very long night for the champion. Maxwell McNally: He shouldn’t get too comfortable doing that, Edison! One tag later and it’s power he’ll have to worry about. It is this combination that makes Double Penetration extremely formitable within the tag ranks! FSX picks Steele up and whips him into the far ropes. Jake bounces back and FSX comes at him with a flying forearm! At the last second Steele ducks underneath, hits the opposite ropes and comes back with a massive OLE’ KICK! It knocks FSX into next week and the DP fans in the crowd moan at the outcome. Jake listens to their dismay and begins to taunt them, a move that drives Thunderkiss into the ring. The referee cuts Thunderkiss off and it takes zero time for Lee and Steele to start double teaming FSX. They begin to stomp away upon him and choke him out and in as little as ten seconds they do a massive amount of damage. Upon realizing his mistake, Thunderkiss can only hang his head in shame. Back in the ring Steele now has an opportunity to lock on a submission move and he does that in the form of a Juvy Lock. Unable to contain his rage, Thunderkiss storms the ring once more and drives his boot into the back of Steele’s head, breaking his submission up. This draws the ire of Reynolds and TK is admonished back to his own corner again. Maxwell McNally: You’d think that Thunderkiss would wise up here. He is acting like a rookie out there. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Well everytime he pokes his nose into the ring, FSX is going to pay the price with some illegal double teaming! He ought to know that. Yes. Yes he should. Once again TK’s interferance proves costly as Lee Homicide comes in and helps Steele spike FSX into the mat. Only this time it is he who is caught and Reynolds gives him a warning to match TK’s own. Steele wisely decides to keep a fresh man in the ring at all times and tags in Homicide, finally making him legal. Lee comes in and picks up where Steele left off and slaps on an abdominal stretch. FSX does his best to pull out of it and with the fan’s help, he begins to do just that. Slowly but surely he begins to break free and Lee has to adjust his tactics. With an elbow to FSX’s neck, he slows down the number one contender long enough to combo with a D.U.D.! The dumb you down hits FSX on the side of the head and downs him, but the kick itself was slightly off target thus FSX still walks amongst the land of consciousness. Lee leaps upon him for the first cover of the night! ONE!
TWO!!
THR ... KICK OUT !!! FSX kicks out in the nick of time and he has had enough. Its time for him to show what he can do and he does exactly that by taking advantage of his second wind and jumping upwards onto his feet. There, he strikes away at Lee showing him that he is no slouch, stunning him with his uncontested shots. Next, FSX latches onto Lee and gives him a massive EASTERN PROMISES suplex, the likes of which gives Lee a nasty headache. The Tylonol is going to have to wait as FSX combos off the ropes with a SILENCE SCISSOR KICK! Lee goes face first into the mat and now its time for a little high flying! FSX leaps to the top rope and perches himself up top like an falcon. The second Lee rises to his feet, FSX sends him back down again with a flying body press! FSX has landed directly upon Lee who’s shoulders lay square on the mat! ONE!
TWO!!
THR ... KICK OUT !!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 16:32:08 GMT -5
It is now Lee’s turn to kick out at the last second and he does so with the help of Jake Steele. Steele now pulls a Thunderkiss and he breaks up the pin fall with his foot, a move that garners all of TK’s attention. Thunderkiss storms the ring before Jake can get back to his corner and they two men begin to exchange blows. The crowd could not be more happier. Reynolds does his best to break them up but their fit of rage forces them over the ropes and outside the ring where they now fight amongst the crowd. Back in the ring Lee and FSX clash once more with FSX continuing his dominance. He picks up Lee and places him upon the top rope and leaps off with him in his clutches for a UNSEEN FUTURE! FSX’s version of the neckbreaker proves more costly than the Road Steelers as the steep drop knocks Lee right out. FSX seizes the moment with a pin fall, however, there is no Joey Reynolds around. He is still outside the ring, trying to separate Thunderkiss and Jake Steele. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Double Penetration has this in the bag, if only Reynolds would do his job and get back in the ring! Maxwell McNally: Once again Thunderkiss’ actions cost his team dearly! From inside the ring FSX screams at Thunderkiss to retreat back to their corner. TK takes one look at Steele and then another at his partner and lets out a big sigh. As much as he wants to tear Steele apart, this is going to have to wait. He goes back to his post and Steele does the same, leaving Reynold to focus back to the ring. Upon seeing Lee’s shoulders on the mat, he doubles his efforts to get back to where he belongs. There, he strikes the mat with his palm. ONE!
TWO!!
TH ... KICK OUT !!! Lee kicks out and FSX hits the mat with his first in anger. He had the win right in front of him but the melee outside of the ring provided Lee with the ample time to recover. Needing to clear his mind of the frustration, FSX rises and tags in Thunderkiss with little words of encouragement. Sensing his partner’s frustration, Thunderkiss ignores it for later when it can properly be dealt with. Now in the ring, he watches Lee struggle to his corner. Now he could easily cut him off, but the temptation to fight Steele wins out. From afar FSX begins to cuss him off and his efforts are completely ignored. Lee stretches out his hand and the flash bulbs begin to pop as Steele takes it and becomes legal. The time has arrived. “Fast” Eddie Edison: FINALLY! Maxwell McNally: My sediments exactly. Steele enters the ring and TK beckons him in with the waving of his fingers. No dramatic builds up tonight, Steele lunges at TK and soon the war of fists is on! Thunderkiss and Steele trade blow after blow until one of them starts to rock, and it is not the Worldbreaker. Steele learns first hand that Thunderkiss’ power cannot be contested and pain becomes to overwhelm him. This exchange quickly leaves him wide open for a KICK START MY HEART! The heart punch drops him to his knees and Thunderkiss winds up with a gigaton punch! Just when he is about to turn Steele’s lights out, Jake shows TK that he is not just any ordinary adversary. No, he is THE adversary. Steele blocks TK’s gigaton punch with his forearm and ruins TK’s dental work further with a knee strike upwards! Stunned, TK staggers backwards and falls on his back! Jake Steele leaps to his feet and showboats his way into a EXPLODING GLORY! The shooting star press lands right on TK’s chest and Steele hooks the leg, hoping that his efforts will end this match prematurely. ONE!
TWO!!
TH ... KICK OUT !!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 16:32:47 GMT -5
Thunderkiss pushes Steele right off of him and rolls to his feet. Steele does the same and both men meet in the center of the ring with a massive double clothesline! The force of which knocks both men onto their back and into dream street. Reynolds begins a double count and the DP fans and Road Steeler fans begin to cheer their heroes to their feet. Reynolds gets his way to eight when both men begin to stir. The count of nine comes when both men are on their feet and luckily for all the match continues. Steele is ready for round two but Thunderkiss wants a quick time out. He reaches for his corner and tags in FSX, who enters the ring and begins to mix it up with Steele as if it were the championship match. Jake blocks him a few times and this leaves FSX open long enough for Steele to WHIRLWIND KICK his opponent! FSX hits the mat and his momentum carries him out the ring. The match continues on the ouyside of the ring, a far more unforgiving place. Maxwell McNally: Brace yourself, Edison! The action is coming our way! That it is. Steele takes FSX by his hair and yanks him towards the Steele ring post, smashing his head against it for good measure! Unfortunately for the World Champion, he goes to the well too many times and FSX counters with a ring post shot of his own! Steele stumbles over to the announce table where Edison and McNally leap back. FSX quickly joins him and takes Steele’s head and slams it against the table with vicious intent. Steele falls backwards onto the ring apron and FSX runs at him and takes him down with a clothesline! Steele falls to the padded floor, but before FSX can capitolize further, Homicide leaps out of his corner and lands his arm into the side of FSX’s neck. Fallen Souls falls next to Steele and it is as if we have a massive car pileup outside the ring. Not wishing to be left out, Thunderkiss storms the scene and joins the dog pile thanks in part to a Lee Homicide dropkick to the knee! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Clean up in isle nine! It’s like a train wreck out here! Maxwell McNally: Don’t say that, Edison. The last thing this match needs is Thunder Train joining the fray! The last man standing, Lee Homicide, goes to grab a chair but Reynolds quickly puts a stop to that. Seizing it away from him, he directs Homicide back to his corner and also does the same with Thunderkiss. When the dust finally settles, the spotlight is put back on FSX and Jake Steele. Not wanting any more part of the outside, considering there is another match for them to be had, they return to the ring where each man takes in a deep breath. Their bearings returned, they pick up where they left off. FSX drives two knees into Steele’s gut and then hits the back ropes and bounces off of them with great speed. He hooks Steele’s head on the way back and drives it down with a SMALL PACKAGE DDT! Steele’s head says hello to the canvas and just as quickly the rest of his body joins him. FSX hooks his body into Steele’s and lays his weight onto his shoulders. Will it be enough? ONE!
TWO!!
TH ... KICK OUT !!! No. Jake Steele kicks out at the last second and is able to latch onto FSX’s legs on his way upwards. What happens next stuns everyone including the crowd as Steele is able to slap FSX into a BROOKLYN CRAB! The sharpshooter comes out of nowhere and worst of all for the DP fans, it’s slapped on in the middle of the ring. FSX struggles to break loose but this will be a monumental task for him. Thunderkiss tries to come into the ring but is cut off by Reynolds who will have none of it. It is going to be up to X to break loose and him alone. With the pain overwhelming him, he digs down deep and ignores it. His mind focuses all of its energy to his finger tips and that’s all it takes for him to go forward towards the ropes. In the span of two minutes, he latches his hands upon them and Reynolds forces Steele off of him. Double Penetration is spared. For now. “Fast” Eddie Edison: I have to give credit where credit is due, FSX impressed me greatly with that escape. Any normal mad would have tapped. Maxwell McNally: True, but at what cost did it come at? Surely he cannot have much left in the tank. That is the million dollar question at the moment and only FSX knows the answer to it. As he inches his way to his corner it becomes most clear that he doesn’t like the answer. Luckily for him, TK’s hand is already out and he is able to slap it before Jake Steele can do further damage. In comes Kiss and the crowd pops for another round between Jake and TK. They lock up in the middle of the ring in a show of strength. Unlike most opponents, Steele can hold his own and this does not please the Worldbreaker. In fact, it drives him to the point of slapping Steele right across his face in a show of complete disrespect. Steele then returns fire, and before you know, a melee breaks out in the ring that involves both teams. Lee Homicide is not one to stand back and watch a teammate get disrespected like that. He comes into the ring and begins to beat down upon Thunderkiss and this in turn brings in FSX. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Jailbreak!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 16:33:36 GMT -5
Maxwell McNally: Reynolds must restore order out there! Things are getting completely out of hand! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Easier said that done, Mr. McNally! We have a Texas Tornado on our hands as both teams trade blows and moves. The only flash of wrestling comes when The Road Steelers down Thunderkiss long enough to double team FSX. Together they whip him into the ropes and catch him on the way back with a Three D type maneuver! FSX’s pain only increases as Steele puts him upon his shoulders and stands before one of the corners. Lee climbs up that very set of turnbuckles and leaps off with a hurricanerana that crashes X’s head into the mat! Their celebration is short lived, however, as Thunderkiss comes out of NOWHERE and knocks Lee straight the fuck out with a GOODNIGHT KISS! Steele’s jaw drops as he watches his partner get obliterated by TK’s finisher. Maxwell McNally: GOOD! “Fast” Eddie Edison: NIGHT! Steele’s jaw is sent upwards as Lee’s body crashes into his own, their heads hitting against one another. Down they go and Thunderkiss is the lone survivor. He stands amongst all the fallen bodies and raises his hand triumphantly in the air .. Maxwell McNally: Hey, waitaminute, what is she doing out here! Uninvited, Misono comes running down the rampway and tends to Road Steeler’s business. From outside the ring, she low blows Thunderkiss and the effects are numbing to the Worldbreaker. He falls straight down onto the pile and luckily enough, right on top of the other legal man, Jake Steele. Steele’s incapacitation combined with TK’s weight proves to be a force most deadly. ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! GENOCIDE WINNERS: DOUBLE PENETRATION! From outside the ring, Misono holds both palms against her face in horror as the realization begins to set in, she just cost Steele the match. Meanwhile, Thunderkiss rolls off of Steele and does not partake in any post match celebrations; his attention lies elsewhere. Turning to his good buddy, he leaves him with just one word that sums up his feelings. Thunderkiss: Goodluck. Thunderkiss without saying another word picks up his Tag Titles from the timekeeper’s booth and he walks up the ramp. Misono keeps her palms over her face in shock as their initial plan backfired. Lee Homicide is helped out of the ring by an assisting referee and Misono rolls in the ring to check on Steele, apologizing to him for her mishap. This brings us to a quick fade as the five minute intermission begins.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 16:34:13 GMT -5
“TILL DEATH DO US PART - III” Credit: Thunderkiss [As we rejoin the drama unfolding in the upper floor of the ACW office building, the wedding ceremony is well underway. The beaming groom could not be more happier; the bride could not be more the opposite. Her hands clutched together in prayer, Anna hopes that soon hers will be answered. Little does she knows that her guardian angel fast approaches, only this one has no wings and weighs 353 pounds. Until then she is at the mercy of her love struck admirer and a minister who looks as if he just walked off the set of “The Exorcist.”] Minister: Do you, Anna Sommers, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? Aiden Joseph *mimicking in Anna’s voice*: I DO! Anna Sommers: You - *HRUMPH!*[The truth hurts only if you hear it. His hand over her mouth, this imposter will not feel the sting of her words. Nothing in the world will bring him down from cloud nine, nothing.] Aiden Joseph: Now, now honey, save the jubilation for later. *looking at preacher* She’s extremely overwhelmed, what can I say?!Minister: And do you, Aiden Bryce Joseph, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? ~!~CRACK~!~ [No need for a full course meal at the reception for the groom has just been served a knuckle sandwich. Bursting through the conference room door, Thunderkiss’ power and quickness aid him in a successful surprise attack. Even he becomes a bit impressed as he watches the fake tumble over like a domino.] Thunderkiss: I’ll .... wait .... he’ll get back to you on that one, padre. Aiden Joseph: No! I will NOT allow you to ruin this moment. You almost ruined my life once, you abomination, it will not happen again! Thunderkiss: Wow, you ARE nuts. Well buddy, I know you are into this whole “you are me” thing but I think you should know what you are getting into here. Believe me, If I were you, I’d call it a night right now. I lived with the bitch, pal. You do not want any of what she’s offering, despite the fact that she’s got quite the ass and tits on her.Aiden Joseph: You quell your tongue, you simpleton! Anna Sommers: Totally, you sleezebag. Aiden Joseph: Your support lights my heart asunder, my love. Anna Sommer: Oh shut up you freak. Thunderkiss: Yeah, listen to the lady.Aiden Joseph: ENOUGH! This party is invitation ONLY, Thunderkiss! [His mental state snaps like a twig, if it hasn’t already, that is. This room, let alone this federation, is not big enough for the two of them and it’s time for one to take an early curtain call. Aiden’s hate commands him to stand; his rage commands him to charge. His mind clouded by anger, “Aiden’s” attacks are too direct, too straight forward. It takes only a few seconds for Thunderkiss to survive his copycat’s initial rampage and return fire with a stun shot: the Box Office Smash. Unable to defend himself, Aiden is lifted just a foot away from the ceiling. Accepting defeat in this battle, he has only the following to say.] Aiden Joseph: So tell me, “Blunderkiss,” do you really think this is over? Thunderkiss: I do.[Thunderkiss takes aim at a nearby window. Painting a bulls eye in the middle of it with his eyes, he winds up and tosses his clone at it, hitting it dead center. An inch of glass is no contest for the velocity of a rapidly approaching human body and it shatters into countless pieces upon impact. Score fifty points.] ~!~CRASH~!~ [Throughout the tussle the minister remained calm and collective. A man of his word, he came here tonight to see his job to an end. His last words were a question directed to a one “Aiden Bryce Joseph.” It took longer than expected, but “Aiden Bryce Joseph” has finally answered. Just one more sentence until his work here is done.] Minister: Then by the power invested in me... Thunderkiss: !Anna Sommers: ! Fans: ! [All the air in the room is sucked up in one large, collective gasp. For a few seconds the world comes to a complete standstill as everyone in earshot waits for the second shoe to the drop.] Minister: I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride. Thunderkiss: Oh shit.[Anna immediately bursts into tears when she realizes what has just happened, the sound of which causes Ginger’s heart to skip a beat when he finally arrives on the scene. Upon seeing the bizarre room, the twisted minister and the shattered window, the Chairman has only one question to ask but it will have to wait. Being the loving father that he is, Ginger tries his best to comfort her daughter. That takes priority above all else.] Anna Sommers *crying*: Nooooooooooooo!!!! Gingerdude: What happened here? Anna? Anna are you okay? Anna Sommers: No, daddy! No! I-I-I ... Gingerdude: You what, darling? It’s okay, just tell me. Anna Sommers: I’m married! Gingerdude: Married? What?! To whom?! [She cannot even say his name; she can only point. Ginger’s heart sinks as he follows the tip of her index finger to the center of Thunderkiss’ chest.] Thunderkiss: HEY DAD![He has been through hell. The Chairman has seen it all, hostile takeovers, crazy Welshmen and even budget breaking lawsuits. However, the thought that he and Thunderkiss are actually family is enough for his heart to take a mini vacation.] Anna Sommers: Daddy?! Daddy?! NOOOOO! Thunderkiss: Oh, he’ll be fine! You know, I might hate your guts woman, but I’d say we let bygones be bygones and get this marriage consummated! What do you say?! [TO BE CONTINUED ON MELTDOWN]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 16:34:46 GMT -5
Match 10: ACW World ChampionshipJake Steele(c) vs. Fallen Souls (Credit: Steele) The five minute intermission is over. This is it, the match that not only will settle what has become a personal vendetta, but will be for all of the marbles. Misono, now in the corner of Jake Steele, stands outside of the ring watching on as Phillip Jones stands between the two men in the center of the ring as he announces them from their respective corners. Phillip Jones: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is the Main Event, and it is for the ACW World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York! Weighing in at two-hundred and thirty four pounds, he is - Jake! STTTEE-Fuck all of that. The bell rings as Steele pushes past Phillip and pounces on Fallen Souls with hard lefts and rights to the face and the shoulders of FSX. Throwing down his hard knuckles onto the body of Fallen Souls, Steele begins to take out his frustrations that has been brought upon him for the entire month of March, and even his new found frustrations of not having the chance to walk out of Genocide as a Double Champion for the second time in his career. Fallen Souls could careless about his frustrations though, as he lifts up the bigger Steele and almost football tackles him down to the ground, beginning to unleash rights and lefts of his own as Steele throws his elbows up to protect his face. Steele pushes FSX off of him and rolls onto his feet, charging back at FSX as he picks him up around the waist and tackles him back into the corner. Steele throws a hard elbow into the jaw of FSX before he scoops him up and puts him on the top rope, following that up with another right hook, which almost causes FSX to fall off the top rope and to the outside of the ring. Steele sees this and tries throwing another shot, but it’s blocked by the hand, as he kicks Steele back a few inches. Steele holds onto the side of his face, not letting the kick effect him much as he moves right back to the corner. Only this time FSX wraps his legs around the neck of Steele and moves out of the corner with what looks to be a Hurricarana. He guides Steele to the ropes, and then uses his own agility and strength to flip Steele over and out onto the mat. Steele flips and rolls up against the barricade, one leg kneed and the other extended out a bit as he holds his back. He is quick to get up as FSX stands on the apron, one hand on the top rope before he jumps off aiming for a second Hurricarana. Steele this time catches him in mid-air and powerbombs him onto the mat! Edison: Ouch! McNally: This has been a pure Street Fight so far. Both men want the other to not make it out of this arena at full health, hell I honestly think they want each other dead!Steele drags FSX and slams his head against the steel steps hard, flowing after that with more hard rights as he’s shooting for blood. FSX doesn’t show signs of it, so Steele pulls him off of the steps, pulling him back to the opposite corner. He then grabs FSX by the arm, lunging him across and into the steel steps face first as the top step falls off from the bottom! McNally: Did you hear the impact of FSX’s head to that steel, Eddie!?Edison: I think even Helen Keller heard that.FSX lays face first on the bottom step, hoping that he could have a second to breathe, but that just isn’t going to happen. Because Steele pulls him off and everyone sees now that FSX is bleeding. Blood drips from his forehead as Steele rolls FSX into the ring, then rolls him back out breaking Fleming’s ten count. With that out of the way Steele takes FSX over to the announce table of Eddie Edison and Maxwell McNally, smashing Fallen’s forehead against the black covering of the table, opening up the cut on his face even more. Fallen slides down as Steele lets go of the back of his head and begins to remove the covering. Tossing it aside, Steele also pulls out the television monitors. He keeps one of them in his hand, holding onto it with both palms, waiting for Fallen Souls to get to his feet. Fallen does just so after a few seconds, and Steele rams the monitor into Fallen’s skull! McNally: Isn’t that a disqualification?Edison: No… a television monitor doesn’t count as a weapon because it’s something you watch that something you attack someone with. McNally: He just hit FSX with it! Edison: Yeah, because Fallen Souls interrupted his television time.Steele looks around for a moment and calls Misono over to him. She runs over to him, and he directs her to pick up Fallen Souls and hold him up. Steele isn’t trying to cheat or anything like that, he just wants FSX to suffer. She struggles to get him up but eventually she does. With him sloppily held up, Steele smirks and steps back a bit. He slaps his knee, signaling a early finish as he sprints to FSX, only to have him move to the side, clutching the announce table as Steele has to very quickly catch himself from hitting Misono dead in the face, which would be the last thing he wants to do. Steele holds up his to Misono as she holds up her hands to her face in shock just incase the move would have hit. Misono and Steele both take deep breaths, Misono turning her back to Steele, thinking they avoided a collision but really they haven’t as FSX pops up behind both of them with a dropkick to Steele! Steele falls forward onto Misono and lands right on top of in a very peculiar situation. Edison: Hey Max, what’s your favorite Snoop Dogg album?McNally: Doggystyle!The crowd laughs at the chain of events as Steele poses for the cameras as he sticks his tongue out and nods his head. Misono on the other hand doesn’t think it’s funny as she pushes Steele off of her. Steele stands up and gives off a “Come on, baby!” look, as she looks sort of mad. Her expression changes suddenly though as she tries to tell Steele to look behind him. He doesn’t know what she means at first, but then he gets it as he turns around… WHAM! Chairshot which hits directly onto the stitched up wound of Jake Steele! Ray Allen Fleming clearly sees the defiance of the rules and tries to tell the timekeeper to ring the bell, but his order is stopped short as FSX cracks the timekeeper over the head as well! Deranged, Fallen Souls slides into the ring and grabs hold tight of Fleming’s official shirt. FSX: You want to be next!? I suggest that you ignore the ‘rules’ and let this match go the way it has to go!…okay? RAF: Alright, alright! Let go of me! FSX does that and lightly taps RAF on the side of the head, before he slides out of the ring and focuses on Steele, who’s stitches have opened up quite widely by just that one shot to the head. Blood flows freely like a river as nearly half of his face is covered. FSX, keeping the steel chair tucked in between his closed palm, picks Steele up by the shoulder and intends to leave a mark onto his chest with a hard Knife Edge Chop! Steele recoils from it in much pain as he falls back onto the edge of the announce table. FSX pulls him back off of it, and hits him with a second chop, causing as much pain as the first. He then pulls Steele back again with a third chop, this time leaving Steele to rest on the edge of the table. FSX steps away from his war enemy, even turning his back away from him as he looks at the cold, black chair in his hand. He holds it up to his face staring into it for a moment. He then grabs both legs of the chair and cracks it against Steele’s face, as he flies back and behind the announce table! Edison: Oh damnit, he’s getting blood all over where we sit at!McNally: I think it’ll be best if we move away from all of this mayhem Eddie - to the Spanish announce table!“Fast” Eddie Edison shows just how fast he is as he agrees to his commentating partner’s offer, and they jack the headsets of the Spanish announce team, leaving Steele and Fallen to do whatever they please to each other without them getting hurt. Fallen ignores all of it, as he reaches over the announce table and pulls Steele up. He pulls him onto the top of the table, as he stands up on it and does a quick elbow to the back of Steele’s head. The table doesn’t break, but Fallen Souls didn’t plan on it breaking… at least not yet. FSX hops off of the announce table and he throws his chair into the ring, him sliding in after it. He then shoots a look over to Fleming to make sure that he remembers their deal, before he scoops the chair up and starts to ascend the top rope…backwards. The crowd begins to rise to their feet, their attention definitely caught by what FSX looks to be doing. He takes a deep, calm and collective breath before he does a move reminiscent of John Morrison at Wrestlemania XXIV. The chair placed closely to his chest as he Moonsaults off of the top and aims for the announce table and Jake Steele!!!… ~!~CRASH~!~ Edison: DAAAAAAANGGGGGERRRRRRRROOOOOUUUUUUSSSSS!!!!!!!McNally: OH… MY… GAWWWDD!!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 16:35:50 GMT -5
At the very last second, Misono pulled Steele from off of the table and FSX went crashing through the table! Holy Shit! Everyone jumps off of their feet, screaming “HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!” as FSX put his life on the line and it backfired. Motionless, RAF doesn’t know what to do but call the EMT’s out to attend to both men, mainly FSX. They rush out to the announcers area, and they check on FSX, who isn’t moving. They see this and call for a stretcher as they quickly throw FSX onto it and begin to wheel him out, the crowd outraged at this match having to stop. The EMT’s and a few backstage workers roll up the ramp with FSX, who begins… to stir? He realizes what is going, and begins to try and move off, though the EMT’s try to keep him down. He keeps trying, and his wishes to continue are answered as Steele limply runs up the ramp and begins punching back the workers and medics, clearly not caring about FSX’s health and wanting this to end on his terms. After getting them away, Steele takes the stretcher of FSX and begins to pull it back down the ramp, stopping at the apron as he takes FSX off the stretcher and throws him into the ring. FSX slowly inching up to his feet basically has no clue as to where he is at the moment as Steele closes his eyes and walks over to the corner and crouches down, beginning to beg and plead for FSX to get up so he can knock right the fuck back down. About a minute passes and FSX gets up to his feet, and Steele does his signature sprint across the ring, only to have FSX get a huge burst of energy and hit Steele with a very quick and not perfectly executed Soul Transfer! The crowd doesn’t know what to say or do right now as FSX throws himself onto Steele and has Fleming make the first pin of this second match.
ONE…
…TWO…
…THR-NO!
Steele shoots a arm up into the air as FSX slides off of Steele, his face showing that of a man with no soul and no emotion, his body broken and literally nothing to lose. He stands up and moves to Steele, grabbing hold of his arms and legs as he drags him to center of the ring. FSX then gets on the bottom rope and uses his agility to moonsault off of it and hit directly onto the gut area of Steele! But he isn’t done. He gets back up, and goes back to the ropes, this time climbing up them all the way to the top. Showing he doesn’t care about his own safety, he attempts the second top rope moonsault of the night, hoping for a better outcome than the last. He leaps…
…and he misses again!
Edison: He has to be done now Max! That’s two Moonsaults missed now! He is done!
McNally: If Steele can capitalize, this will be a finished match. He just has to get up now.
McNally is right, Steele has to rise to the occasion. And as he rolled away from that sure to be match ending Moonsault, Steele slowly but surely gets to his feet. He grabs FSX by his hair, and without a second though tucks his head under FSX’s waist and spins him around in the air, with what looks to be a Olympic Slam!
Edison: Well that’s a new move! Could it be the end!?
Steele throws his arm over the body of FSX and Fleming pins…
ONE…
…TWO…
…THREE! NO!
McNally: My god… these two are relentless. They just won’t give it up!
Drained. Tired. Soulless. It’s been nearly sixty minutes and both competitors can barely move, still breathing and moving simply off instinct and pure fortitude. The reoccurring gash over Steele’s eye which has been opened up and picked at numerous times not only tonight but throughout the entire month. From the first attack, to his Chain Match with Dan White, blood has runneth over in Steele’s cup various times recently. He has crawled over to a corner, which he now sits in, on the second turnbuckle holding himself up with the always trusty use of the ring ropes. He breathes deeply, blood dripping down into his mouth as he’s quick to spit it back out into the mat. Misono tries to climb the apron and use a towel from her back pocket to wipe some of the blood off from his face, though after a few quick dabs she is told to step back by Ray Allen Fleming, who is equally exhausted by being in charge of not one, but two back to back wars inside of the ring.
RAF checks on the champ, asking him if he wants to continue. He gets his answer as Steele shoves him aside and stands up moving towards FSX who is on the opposite corner, passed out on the bottom ropes. Steele takes his hand to the throat of FSX and picks him up… or so he thought. FSX has other plans as he uses the last drops of his might to launch Steele into the extremely cold steel of the turnbuckle pole! Steele’s arm bounces off of it as he slumps down onto his knees with his face facing the padding. FSX staggers away, blood of his own covering his face and parts of his chest. Knowing that he has no time to wait for his opponent to get up, he pulls Jake out of the corner and presses him up close up against his chest, looking at Steele’s eyes which are glazed over as he struggles to stay upright. Fallen Souls allows a devilish smile to draw across his face as he screams out what is said to be the final words before ‘manhood’…
Fallen Souls: Time…for you…to grow up!
Fallen throws Steele onto his shoulders, and with a thunderous thud, Steele crashes onto the mat bouncing a inch or two into the air as Fallen threw everything he had into the move. Falling over Steele with what can be explained as a pure instinct pin. Fleming drops to his knees and makes the final pin as the crowd shouts along with him yet again…
ONE...
….2.…
3!!!
NO!
Edison: How in the world!?
McNally: Look Eddie! Look at the ropes!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 16:37:32 GMT -5
And so he, everyone in attendance, and everyone watching at him do. The camera angle shows that with mysterious strength and willpower, Jake Steele threw his boot onto the rope at the count of 2.999. Fallen Souls, barely even knowing where he’s at right now slowly slides off of Steele, having to wonder to himself why no music is playing and why the crowd around him are in such a joyous uproar of cheers. He is notified of what happened as Fleming throws up two fingers in his face. FSX blows air out of his mouth as he rolls off to the ropes and begins to use them once again to get himself up. He wipes some more of the blood out of his eyes as his face shows a clear expression mixed of anger and tiredness. He moves to Steele and picks him up by the arm, pulling him to the middle of the ring as he looks to be going for the second Soul Transfer of the night. He holds onto Steele, taking one last deep breath before he scoops him up and throws him onto his shoulders. He steps back as Steele almost falls to gravity’s might. Fallen Souls lunges himself to Steele… and… RIGHT IN YO FACE!?
McNally: RIGHT IN YO FACE! RIGHT IN YO FACE! MY GOD WITH ALL HIS MIGHT HE HAS HIT THE RIGHT IN YO FACE!
Edison: HOW IN THE HELL!?
Out of the deepest depths of his might, Steele took full chance of the few feet between him and FSX, as he lept into the air with a jaw crushing Buisaiku Knee Kick, better known as the RIGHT IN YO FACE. Fallen Souls falls flat onto the canvas of the ring as Steele crashes with him, the thousands of Road Steelers fans going nuts as Steele’s own agility took him to land directly on the body of FSX. Fleming drops and counts…
ONE…
…TWO…
….THREE!!!!!!
And with that, the bell rings, and Phillip announces the victor.....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 16:37:58 GMT -5
“ONE DOWN, 29 TO GO” Credit: Thunder Train, Thunderkiss, Steele McNally: He did it! Edison: Steele wins! He beat FSX! Steele rolls off of the fallen body of Fallen Souls. He is sitting down with tears in his eyes as the referee brings over his world championship. Confetti begins to fall as the ref helps up the world champion. Steele rises to his feet and holds up his world championship. Explosions from the set begin and the pyros go off. Steele walks over to the turnbuckle and ascends it. He stands on the second rope and raises up his world title. The crowd is all on their feet applauding the efforts by both men.McNally: What a great match this was, both men gave it everything that got. Edison: Yeah, but I guess it was Steele's night tonight. He showed that he isn't a fluke champion. Steele steps down from the turnbuckle and turns around to see Thunder Train standing there with his newly won International Title. Train is clapping for Steele then the two embrace is a very bromantic way. The two men have tears in their eyes as they hug. The rest of the Road Steelers also make their way down the ramp and get into the ring. XS3 hugs Steele first then taps the title belt and nods his head. Lee, the noob of the group, also gives Steele a quick hug but nothing to the extent of the two others. The three other Road Steelers then stand back and clap as Steele continues to celebrate his victory. McNally: What a moment for the Road Steelers! Edison: The Road Steelers are gonna party hard tonight! I can feel it! McNally: Well Eddie, they deserve it. I guess you could say this is their Guerrero/Benoit moment Edison: Who? McNally: Exactly! Steele goes up to each individual turnbuckle and raises his title to more pyros and confetti. It would make you think that he had JUST won the title and didn't retain in a defense, but whatever. This is what I was told to do, so I am doing it. Steele stands in the middle of the ring next and looks down at his championship belt. He kisses his title belt as his brothers stand around him. He raises up his championship high above his head one more time when suddenly the lights go out! Edison: What the hell is this? McNally: Hello? Can anyone hear me? We need the power back on. Don't ruin this! *GONG*
*GONG* - 1 - *GONG*
Jake Steele....
*GONG* - 2 - *GONG*
... Enjoy your celebration ...
*GONG* - 3 - *GONG*
... You’ve certainly have earned it ...
*GONG* - 4 - *GONG*
... And your degradation of the world title continues ...
*GONG* - 5 - *GONG*
... But know this ...
*GONG* - 6 - *GONG*
... I await ...
*GONG* - 7 - *GONG*
... I await to take back what is mine ...
*GONG* - 8 - *GONG*
... And nothing is going to stop me ...
*GONG* - 9 - *GONG*
... Not you ...
*GONG* - 10 - *GONG*
... Not your Road Steelers ...
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... And not 29 others....
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... While you have fun with that shiny title of yours ...
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... A shadow will be cast upon you...
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... One that has been cast upon countless others ...
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... And not a one has been able to step out of it ...
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... *I* cast that shadow, Jake Steele ...
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... And I go by many names ...
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... The Ultimate Male ...
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... Mr. 500% ...
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... The Saturday Night Slam Master....
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... But you will only know me as one ...
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... Worldbreaker ...
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... You will soon join a list of prestigious list ..
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... That includes the likes of the Senator, Jay Zero, Alicia Kistune, Latino ...
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... And I’ll keep your spot warm ...
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... Don’t worry, no need to watch your back. I won’t come to you ...
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... I am going to force to come to me ...
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... So “champ,” sit back, grab some popcorn and watch me as I do things the hard way ...
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... And clear a path that leads directly to you. ...
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... See you soon .... [The lights pop back on and the entire crowd, from the front row all the way to the nosebleed seats lets out a massive pop. The Road Steeler’s do not share their sediments, in fact, their response is quite the opposite. While Thunder Train looks generally disturbed, Jake Steele is livid beyond belief. How dare someone show him up, especially during such a momentous occasion for his stable? As our show goes off the air, he continues to mouth off against an invisible opponent though he could careless. It’s the thought that counts, after all.] Fade to Black.
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Post by rosslambert on Mar 28, 2009 16:39:43 GMT -5
Awesome show.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 28, 2009 16:40:50 GMT -5
There we go. Thanks to everyone who contributed, and do check back to see the "full" version; there'll be some events you simply won't want to miss.
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