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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 15:51:08 GMT -5
Jefferson lies flat out, and Freeman grabs him, lifting him up, and pointing at the table next to him, to a pop. He then points to the turnbuckle, and there's another pop from the crowd. He starts to lifts Jefferson up the turnbuckle, and manages to get him to the top. Sitting on the turnbuckle, he punches Jefferson a couple of times, and tries to push him off and into the table. But Jefferson resists, and manages to catch one of Freeman's punches. The look on Freeman's face is then priceless, as Jefferson grabs Freeman around the neck, planting him off the turnbuckle, through the table with a BLIZZARD SUPLEX (Wrist-Clutched Exploder Suplex)!!!
Philip: Jason Freeman has been eliminated!!
We're back to 2-2, as Jefferson slowly manages to roll Freeman off the table and out of the ring. Going through the table still gave him a bit of a nasty fall, but the Mancunian will be thankful that he managed to get his team back onto level terms. Fittingly, as he pushes the table debris through the ropes, Dan gets to his feet at the same time as Spade and Shadow slide through the ring, and there's a showdown. Dan stands with his hands on his hips, Jefferson in a fighting stance, Spade readjusting his elbow pads, and Shadow in a slightly crouched position, hands on thighs. All four men look at each other, and then the two teams lock up, to pops from the crowd. Jonny and Dan lock up, whilst Jack and Dave are engaged. Dave whips Jack at the ropes, but Jack reverses it. Dave hits the ropes, taking Jack down by surprise with a Lou Thesz Press and Knuckle to a pop from the crowd. At the same time, Dan is taken down by Jonny Spade again, this time on the receiving end of a Pendulum Backbreaker. The anti-Empire team look at each other and smirk, knowing that they've now got the advantage, with both Dan and Jack on the floor. They look at each other and they agree to get the tables ready, and the crowd pops as Dave drops to the outside, taking two tables. He slides one into the ring, and sets the other one on the outside.
Dave re-enters the ring, and the duo begin on Jack Jefferson, lifting him up to his feet. They whip him at the ropes, going for a double clothesline, but Jack manages to duck it. He approaches the ropes, bouncing off in a springboard and Moonsaulting onto both Dave and Jonny, bringing them down to the ground. He hops up to his feet, grabbing the table that was slid into the ring, and he sets it up in one of the corners. He picks his team mate Dan up, and points to the two fallen opponents. Dan smirks, and goes over to Dave Shadow, beginning to stomp him and try to wear him down. Jack meanwhile lifts Spade up, but close to the ropes. He beats him down with a couple of forearms, before looking towards the ropes. He bounces up off the ropes, going for a Springboard Moonsault again, but this time Spade manages to grab him before he effectively connects, dumping him over the ropes and into the table below!
Philip: Jack Jefferson has been eliminated!!!
Dan notices Jefferson's attack being reversed, but by the time he has time to react, it's too late, and he's suddenly at a handicap. He looks over and Jonny Spade who turns around, eager to finish the match, and he looks down at Dave Shadow, uttering a word that just manages to be caught on camera.
Dan White: ...Cock.
He has no time to stand around, and certainly no time to risk having to fight two people at one time. So he goes for Jonny Spade, as he's the only one currently standing. The two lock up, and Dan whips his opponents at the rope. Spade reverses it, but Dan fires back with a flying forearm, bringing the Canadian down. The two are up like a shot, but a knife edge chop takes Jonny down again. They both get up again, Jonny more sluggish. And he walks straight into a Neckbreaker. But no, that's not all, as Dan goes for his Triple Take, spinning his hips and hitting a second Neckbreaker. He then swings his hips a third time, successfully planting a third Neckbreaker, and leaving Jonny wanting some collarbone surgery. Dan leaps to his feet, full of energy, but he's brought back down to earth as Dave Shadow clobbers him from behind, cracking him around the neck. Dan takes a nasty fall, but his quick movement shows that there's no lasting damage in his neck. But that doesn't stop Dave from stomping him repeatedly in the back, wearing down the self-proclaimed “Mr. Omega Effect”. He then throws him up to his feet, and throws him in the corner. He goes opposite, running towards Dan with intent to plant a high knee into his face. But as he leaps up, Dan manages to grab him around the waist, and plant him with a hard, impromptu Spinebuster, to great surprise from the fans.
With Dave incapacitated, Dan slowly manages to pull himself to his feet, with the fans in a mixed reaction. While they love him for his solo attributes, his stuff with The Empire is frowned upon, so whilst he's on his own now, the fans are still clear in the mind that he's fighting for his team, not for himself, and thus are split. But Dan ignores them, and focuses on Jonny Spade. He picks Jonny up, but Jonny is quick with a cheap shot to the stomach. He follows that up with an attempted S-Drop 3, but Dan manages to worm his way out of it with an elbow to the head, and follows that up with a Dragonzuri (Enzuiguri). Jonny stumbles to the floor, landing on, but not through, the table resting in the turnbuckle. This just gives Dan extra initiative, and he stands opposite Jonny Spade. With no taunt, he races forward, cracking a 75MPH KICK with such force that Jonny's head crashes through the table with impact!
Philip: Jonny Spade is eliminated! We're now down to our final two competitors!!
So Dan has been able to overcome the handicap, but he's still pretty shaken up. Dave Shadow is climbing to his feet, but he knows fine well that we're down to the final chapter in this match. The duo look at each other carefully, and lock up. This is the match up that Dan really, really wanted. He wanted to get Dave Shadow one on one, especially with what happened during his World Title match. He could be World champion. He should be World champion, but Dave Shadow ruined that for him.
Dave gets the upper hand, attempting an Irish Whip, but Dan uses all his extra 66lbs to reverse it. Dave catapults off the ropes, and straight into a Rear Naked Choke, and Dan finishes it off by dropping him to the ground. He climbs to his feet, and looks around. He eyes another table on the outside of the ring, sliding out and taking it, placing it back into the ring. He begins to set it up, but at the same time, Dave Shadow stirs behind his back. Before Dan sets the table up, Shadow grabs him from behind, cracking a Russian Leg Sweep, one of Dan's moves. Shadow gets up, and begins to clap, and the fans get behind him. He's ready to finish off The Empire once and for all. He picks the table up, hoisting it up close to a turnbuckle. He then picks Dan up, and goes for the VASHTA NERADA. But Dan manages to crash his shoulder into Dave's leg, evading his finisher. He quickly gets to his feet, and Shadow turns around, to walk straight into the STUNT BOMB!!!
There's an impulsive pop from the crowd, as Dave Shadow is crashed to the floor. That should be it, but Dan has other ideas. He slips out of the ring, pulling open the apron, and bringing out what looks to be an ordinary rope. Nothing ordinary about that. He re-enters the ring, lifting up a limp Dave Shadow, and planting him gently on top of the table. He then uses the rope, to tie both Dave and the table together! He bounds the two together several times, tightening it so that Dave is going to struggle. The fans realise that this may be the end of the match, and look to the Alphatron to see if there's anyone coming to save Dave. But There isn't, and Dan White climbs to the top rope. Dave is now awake, and he's attempting to struggle free. The only problem is, the ropes are so tight that he's unable to get out! He watches on in horror as Dan plants The Welsh Dragon (Corkscrew Moonsault), crashing through Dave, through the table, and winning the match!
Philip: Dave Shadow has been eliminated! Meaning Dan White is the sole survivor, and The Empire win the match!!!
”Anarchy in the UK” hits, as Dan White rolls off the debris, and manages to climb to his feet, to a very mixed reaction from the crowd. He simply throws one hand in the air in a sign of victory, and holds the back of his head, which he hurt during the match. But he showed why he's considered a main eventer in ACW: He was able to turn the match around, from being in a handicap, to winning the match. He wasn't winning this for himself, however. It was more for The Empire, and he shows this as he picks Jack Jefferson's Union Jack up, and slides out the ring, hoisting it up proudly.
As he exits, Dave Shadow is helped to his feet by the referee, who removes the ropes from his waist. Whilst it was a cheap way of winning, Dave knows that it was some knack of genius which allowed Dan to think of such a method. But on the other hand, Dave can't help but think that he may have won the match, if it wasn't for such methods. He receives a standing ovation as he exits the ring, and the camera fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 15:51:25 GMT -5
Segment: What really needs to be known (Credit: XS3)
As we fade into the back, we see XS3 in the locker room. Although his stablemates are busy with their matches, the locker room is far from empty as we can also see Punished Fox and Kenji Kobayasha from Demon Inc. The three are not indulging themselves with marijuana nor are they planning out their album. Instead, they just sit in their vegetative state, relaxing after successfully defeating AC Evans.
Kenji: You did great tonight, Matt. Glad you took that bitch down a couple of pegs.
XS3 gives a hearty, toothy grin, although it isn't as 100% as people normally expect it to go.
XS3: Thanks a lot, man. It's always great to come out with a win. Still… I wish I had got to know what was on that note. He'll probably use it against me or reveal it on--
Fox coughs to get the attention focused on him and XS3 and Kenji turn to face him. In his hand rests the same note Evans stole from him. XS3 gets a big grin on his face and he takes the note from Fox.
XS3: Zuh?!
Fox: The fucker left it at ringside and I stole it when no one was looking. Not even the cameramen or Maxwell or Edison. It was brilliant! Regardless… It's yours now. Let's see what the "big secret" is.
XS3 nods and removes the piece of tape that holds the note together. With a quick unfolding, the text is right there for him to read. The first thing he notices is the red text, possibly written in blood. Sure enough, his eyes scan across the page:
June 18, 2007 11:46 AM
To whoever may find this in due time… Act quickly. I feel a sense of urgency in my life. Something is missing. There is no more happiness. No more excitement. This is not a conveyance of suicide by any means. I just wish to find more in life than I normally could not find. I'm taking Samantha and Kira to help rediscover our senses of purpose in life. But there is something my brothers must know.
To Matthew and Anthony and our father Albert, I can only express nothing but love for them. They are my go-to guys if you will. They will always find a way to keep me in check, one way or another. Anthony, I hold you in high regards as someone that I can joke around with and consider you an awesome drinking buddy. Dad, I will always love you and will be forever honored to be called your son. To everyone else, be it Demon Inc, Christine or even our new friends if you will the Entourage, I wish for you all to have your blessings and find the one thing in life that you truly love, even if it's already been discovered.
And lastly to my closest brother and best friend Matt, if you read this, there is no doubt you will be a world champion one day. Continue your progress in ACW and find the strength to persist with your dreams. I will love you like only a brother truly can. But I have held out on a secret for far too long. In 1993, I had impregnated a woman in Maple Creek and nine months later, she gave birth to your long-lost niece. I never told anyone about it and I feel now is the time to let you know.
I want you to seek out your long-lost niece. Her name is Lauren Terry.
Love, Parker.
A silence overtakes the room. XS3 and Fox are the most surprised; their brother Parker had inked this confession on the exact same day that his life was taken away along with his two foster children. XS3 lets the note fall to the floor with a hint of delicacy before looking over at Fox.
XS3: So… All this time…?
Fox: She truly was one of us?
XS3: …wow.
A few moments seem to go by with relative ease, the mood obviously going from celebratory to downright stunned in a matter of seconds. With every breath that passes by, XS3 races to come to a full-blown decision. Finally, he stands up from the couch and grabs his bags, slipping a hoody on as well. Fox and Kenji are beckoned to come with the Demon Inc vocalist and they exit the locker room.
XS3: We're heading home. It's time for a little family reunion, methinks.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 15:51:44 GMT -5
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 15:52:00 GMT -5
Question Time Dan White The camera opens up following the tag team tables elimination match, and there's a huge pop as the survivor of the match, Dan White, is shown on screen. He's got a flushed look on his face; after all, he had to take on both Jonny Spade and Dave Shadow in a handicap, and yet he managed to come out on top. With Fallen Heroes next month, it's the most perfect performance the Welshman could have hoped for. But there are still a few questions to be raised. Is he even planning to enter Fallen Heroes? And that's all the questions I can think up of.
Anyways, Kevin “The Internet” Anderson is on hand with his trusty microphone, as he gets ready to give an insight into Dan White.Kevin: As you can see, I'm with Dan White here. Now Dan, you just took part in a 6-man tables elimination match, and managed to walk out as the sole survivor. How important was that victory to your team? Dan White: Of course it was an important victory, Kevin. Are you really that stupid? With your stupid haircut, and your stupid dress sense? Kevin looks down at his clothes, appearing somewhat offended.Dan White: It's an important victory, Kevin. We had to win this match to send a message out, that we're not gonna be sitting back and allowing teams to dominate us. We're the bloody Empire! We're fighting for our Queen! And we're not going to let some Canadian tosser like Jonny Spade, or some prick like Jason Freeman. And I got something to say about Freeman, actually. I think it was high time he got off his big horse, and realised that he's always going to be nowt more than a fanny. He pauses, wiping his mouth before resuming his answer.Dan White: And then you have Dave Shadow. I don't understand that bastard, but the way he was kicking my head in that match? He better lay off it. I'm not in the mood to get into something, not when I have the biggest month of my life staring me in the face. Kevin: So with that in mind, we ought to talk about Fallen Heroes. You have been in the form of your life; in fact, you've not even lost a Pay Per View match since last October. Surely you must be entering the Fallen Heroes Pay Per View, and surely you must believe that you've got what it takes to win that match? Dan sighs, looking up, with his hands on his hips. It's the golden question, and it's one that he's not prepared to answer...yet...Dan White: Listen Kevin, as far as I'm concerned, that match can go to one of maybe five or six men. Am I one of them men? Well, I think the facts speak for themselves. I've proven to beat Fallen Souls, Danny Mainer, The Senator, Thunderkiss, and Scott Andrews in the past year. Hell, I should have beaten Jake Steele and claimed the World Title, but that didn't happen because some green prick. He pauses again, and there's a mixed reaction for his comments towards Dave Shadow.Dan White: But where does this leave me, then? I mean, you have to ask your self this question. Am I even going to compete in Fallen Heroes...? ...Huh?!
The mere question by Dan leaves Kevin, and commentators alike speechless. Dan raises his eyebrows, shrugging his shoulders as he monitors Kevin's silence.Dan White: Cat caught your tongue, Kev? Well if you excuse me, I have a meeting with another Brit. A ginger-pubed tosser, also known as our chairman. In a bit... He walks off to a mass wave of confusion. Why is he seeing Chairman Gingerdude? Why won't he confirm whether he's in Fallen Heroes or not? So many questions, so many bloody questions!
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 15:53:00 GMT -5
*NEW*
Segment: Give Me A Reason Not To Kill
(Credit: Scott Andrews)
With the minutes counting down to Scott’s confrontation with the devil himself, the Judge makes sure he’s in peak physical condition, training hard in his locker room with his skipping rope. Over and over it goes with precision timing and movement. He stops for a quick drink of water as someone knocks at the door.
Scott: Who’s there?
Kevin: It’s me! Kevin! I wanna know if you’re free for an interview?
Scott sighs, but he has nothing else to do until the match.
Scott: Uh…yeah, fine, whatever, come in.
Kevin opens the door to find a sweaty Scott Andrews wiping himself down with a sweat towel. The ladies in the audience swoon.
Kevin: Hey thanks, Scott. Should we get underway?
Scott: By all means, go ahead…
Kevin: Well, first off, you are stepping into the ring with your fathers killer in a Legalized Murder Match; a match where your aim is to beat your opponent and consequently kill your opponent after the match. Why this match? Why not jail for life?
Scott: Jail for life isn’t good enough. He can still breathe fresh air, he can still enjoy the simple things in prison life; I don’t want him to experience anything but pain, and when I beat his ass tonight, he’s going straight to hell! He doesn’t deserve one more day on this earth…
Kevin: I know it must be hard to accept the fact that your father was murdered, but do two wrongs make a right?
Scott: I treat my family and friends like royalty. You KILL a family member and I sure as hell won’t let it slide! My father had done NOTHING to deserve a hit. Sure, he had unpaid debt to the mob, but is that really worth a life? My father died for fifty grand; and that’s definitely not enough money to justify his death. So you can challenge my ethics all you want, but in my heart I feel the only way I can rid myself of this anger that clouds my mind constantly is to kill the reason for it in the first place; I need to kill Angelus Kincaid.
Kevin: Do you not think about the after effects of committing a murder?
Scott: Look, I know it’s a serious thing. But he killed my father out of cold blood for cold cash. He’s a lackey; killing for others for money. If I get fucked up dreams, if I begin to break down, so be it; it’ll be worth it to see that motherfucker bleed to death at my hands. Everyone needs to realize that Scott Andrews doesn’t fuck around when it comes to dealing with his enemies. I do what I need to do to win; I do what I need to do to get my message across to them, and in this case the easiest lesson for Angelus to learn is not to get involved with Scott Andrews bad side, for you will surely fall. Interview over.
Scott storms out of the room, obviously emotionally unstable and many a thought racing through his head. Will he be focused enough to take out the towering hell spawn that is Angelus Kincaid? Find out later on…at GENOCIDE!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 15:53:26 GMT -5
Segment: Look, But Don’t Touch (Credit: Lee) A red 1964 Chevrolet Impala Super Sport low rider with 13-inch wheels and a three-pump, eight-switch setup, and white pinstriped line across the side turns into the back parking lot of the ACW Arena. It is the section that the superstars of Alpha Championship Wrestling are slowly showing up in for the taping of tonight’s Genocide pay-per-view. The time is 11:34 a.m. And who woulda thunk it? Notorious One-Three-Three himself, Lee Homicide has officially arrived. This time, he has decided to bring a ride along from home. A tricked out low rider that he’s dreamed of having ever since he was a little kid. The wheels turn to the side and he comes to a stop. He puts it in park and turns off the car. Stepping out, he can see the fans already hovering over the nearby fence with programs, various pieces of Lee Homicide paraphernalia, and other random things. All of them were hoping he’d take time to sign them. This is something he gets every single day of his wrestling career. For the time being, he ignores them and moves to the back of his low rider. The trunk opens, and he pulls out a suitcase and carrying bag. Shutting the trunk, he gets himself together and looks around. He chuckles when he notices the crowd he has attracted, and he realizes he wouldn’t be passing them on his walk into the building. He makes sure his car is locked up, then begins to venture his way toward the entrance. The suitcase he pulled from the back of his ride rolls behind as he pulls it, and from the looks of things, he wasn’t going to stop to sign autographs. Disappointed, fans began to lose their excitement.Fan: You don’t got to like us, but you’re going to respect us! Lee stops and grins. His head slowly begins to nod up and down as he looks over his shoulder. Propping his bag up, he turns in the directions of the group of people and begins walking toward them.Lee: ( grinning ) Bra, I won’t take ya out for dinner or buy ya Christmas cards, that is, unless you’re a female between the ages of 18 and 31. But I can’t imagine what ya possibly want from me. Maybe the money factor. Win over my heart, then snatch the green. I’ll put the black on your tree and hopefully it’s enough to satisfy. Been that way since day one. He hits hands with a few fans on the end and takes the first pen he sees. Signing anything put in front of him, he makes sure nobody is left empty-handed. Everyone can’t be satisfied, though. Going down the line, he scribbles his name on the various spots being pointed at. After 10 minutes, he has to call it quits. Running his hand out and everyone around reaching for it, he begins to walk back toward his luggage. Random fans yell out, “Thank you, Lee!” and “Good luck tonight!” as he walks away. With his back turned, he holds up one arm half way with the peace sign, then goes into raising his hands above his head into the “hang loose” sign. Fans cheer for him as he picks up his stuff and goes back to making his way into the arena. Little did they know that they all got a sneak preview of an object in the promo involving with Lee Homicide later that night, before his Tag Team Championship match against Double Penetration.= = = The parking lot, the same one Lee was seen arriving in, fills the television scree. Night’s approaching the hot and humid day. Darkness fills the outside of the arena. Streetlights placed in intervals apart from each other come on and light up the parking lot. The sound of an engine revving in the background can be heard. Two beams of light pour into the view of the cameras, and it’s noticeable that the brightness is increasing as the car speeds into the view of the lens. It doesn’t seem like it’s going to stop either, but just at the right time, the driver slams on the brakes and skids to a halt. Switching it to reverse, the wheels begin to head backward, and the front two wheels turn, causing the car to execute a 180-degree fishtail. It remains still for the time being until the man controlling the gears inside presses a switch and causes the hydraulics in the car to become visible. The front wheels bounce off the ground, then land with help of the shock resistance. The back slowly rises up, and the car goes for another hop. Finally, the big finale. The man inside lifts up the left front end, causing that front tire to come completely off the ground as the others remain planted to the concrete. The back slowly rises up, and the car is frozen in that position. With the press of another switch, the low rider returns to its normal level. The gear inside gets changed to park, but the engine remains running. An image appears, pulling itself from the window on the driver’s side. Hanging out of the window, everyone soon realizes that it is Lee Homicide behind the controls. Resting his arm on top of the roof, he looks his low rider up and down, then focuses over at the camera. Tapping the top with the inside of his hand, words begin to come from his mouthLee: Wish it was yours, don’t ya? Thirteen inch wheels, tha three-pump, eight-switch setup to send it flyin’ on three. A 1964 Chevrolet Impala Super Sport low rider, just one of tha expenses parked in my driveway. Ya could’ve had it, Thunderkiss. If only you had a few more fans, get yo salary up a little higher, and buy yo own ride to match this one. But unfortunately for you, yo fan tally is gonna take a substantial hit tonight because ya gotta go toe to toe with a muthafucka who wears da biggest shoes in tha bidness, tha Shadow Striker, Lee Homicide! Now, I gotta admit, I do consider you a formidable obstacle. You’s a pedestrian walkin’ in tha middle of tha road, an animal that runs out in front of me, one who happens to pop up with a purpose to make me fail my test. But make no mistake about this, Teeks, I won’t hesitate to run you over, make ya road kill, and leave my mark. Tonight, I’m out to prove that tha name “Thunderkiss” ain’t so big any more. You’s just a whipping boy gassed up on his own ego and whose time is up. Lee scoffs dismissively at the mere mention of his opponent’s name.Lee: I look at you and see a part of me. Don’t you go getting’ me wrong, we ain’t twins or nuthin cuz I made it as a wrestler by just bein’ plain betta than anybody else, not cuz I had a personal trainer who knew the word for “performance enhancer” in 12 languages. Lee grins in self-satisfaction at his own razor-sharp wit.Lee: What I mean is that lookin’ back, I’m sure you and I were both tha sole badass in our respective playgrounds. Tha captain of the kickball team, tha MVP in four square, tha king of climbin’ tha monkey bars, and tha brutha other little pissants hid from during dodgeball. You look inside that Megaman lunchbox that belongs to seven-year-old Thunderkiss, though, and you’d find a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with the crust cut off. You open up mine, and yuh eyes would go wide seein’ dollah bills and coins of all kinds. Not because I was tha cool kid who stood in line to buy lunch, but because I’d turn kids like tiny Aiden Joseph up by their heels and shake their milk money out from the pockets of their overalls. Understand this, Thunderkiss, you just like the rest of tha guys who faced me. They looked into these eyes of mine and turned from a wrestler into a victim. Lee pulls himself completely out of his car. The bottoms of his Reeboks touch the asphalt ground. He reaches in and pulls a latch on the inside of the car. A click is heard, and the hood pops up an inch. Slowly making his way to the front of the car, he bends his knees and lifts the sheet of metal up. He pulls out a metal rod to hold it up, then looks back at the camera. Smirking, he begins to talk once again.Lee: You can look, but you are one who can’t dare to touch. The engine of a car is like the brains and heart of a human. Ya’ll know how I run: T-O-U-G-H, tough, something that you’re no longer considered. My Impala’s got more muscle than you these days, and it’s been built from the bottom up. A childhood dream come true. He puts the rod down and gently lets go of the hood. It falls shut with a slam. Lee makes his way to the driver’s side of the car and once again leans in through the window. The upper part of his body disappears for a few seconds until he slowly backs out. There’s something in his hand, though, a spherical object. With a smirk on his face, he begins to move his hand back and forth making a cracking sound. It is obvious that he is shaking a can of spray paint. He had scoped out the cars of three ACW staff members. The first one is a luxurious silver Mercedes Benz CLS that belongs to Kevin Anderson. The second one is a sleek maroon Volkswagen Beetle that some might recognize as falling under the ownership of Charlotte King. The third is a royally elegant cream-colored Rolls-Royce Silver Crown that could belong to only one man roaming the ACW halls, Chairman Gingerdude himself. Opening the cap on the can, Lee goes down the line and sprays “itzLEEyuhBITCH” across the hoods of the three cars. That smirk remaining on his face, he stands back and admires his work. He turns back to his own vehicle and tosses the can off to the side. A clink could be heard as it hits the surface of the parking lotLee: So, you ready Thunderkiss? Ready to get yuh ass kicked and get yuh ass toasted by tha breath of tha DRAGON? No “thank you’s” are gonna be exchanged, and I’m not holdin’ back. I’m goin’ to kick yo ass and take yo name. After tonight, you will know dominance. You will know pain. You will know my name. itzLEEyuhBITCH [/size][/font][/center] Now back to his Impala, he walks around to the same side he emerged from. Opening the door this time, he takes a spot in the driver’s seat of the car. Revving it up again, he closes the door and puts it in drive. Iron footing the gas pedal, he skids out and scorches the tires as the car races forward, speeding out of focus. King Lee couldn’t go too far, though, because in only a little bit of time he’d have to face off against not just Thunderkiss, but another former World Champion in Fallen Souls. Lee wasn’t running away, though. He’s proving his dominancy and proving that fear is no longer a part of his psyche.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 15:53:48 GMT -5
Segment: It's a Famine-ly Thing (Credit: Train)
We open backstage inside of the Road Steeler's Locker Room. Train is wrapping his hands in tape, preparing for his match later tonight. Train stands up and walks over to get something to eat, but the fridge is empty. Angered, Train eats the rest of the tape in his hand. A knock on the door is heard and Train yells for the person to enter the room. Train turns around and smiles but the audience cannot see anything.
Thunder Train: I was hoping you would be here...
?: Yeah, I wouldn't miss it.
The camera zooms out and we see Thunder Thighs!
Thunder Train: So you are gonna take me up on my offer?
Thunder Thighs: Yes.
Thunder Train: Good, after my match we can go to Gingerdude and get you a contract. I think this will be a very enjoyable experience for you Thighs! Just make sure you stay away from mostly everyone...
Thunder Thighs: Why is that Train?
Thunder Train: You will be raped...and impregnated.
Thunder Thighs: You are so strange Train
Thunder Train: I've been here for over a year, I've seen it before. Eleven times actually...
Thunder Thighs: Maybe...Maybe I shouldn't do this.
Thunder Thighs turns around toward the door. Train springs up and grabs her arm and spins her around.
Thunder Train: No! Don't go! You'll be able to do this, trust me. You will be the most dominate female this company has ever seen!
Thunder Thighs: Ha ha.
Thunder Train: Now stay here and I'll be back after my match, alright?
Thunder Thighs: OK. But Train, be careful.
Thunder Train: I will...
Train grabs some things then leaves the room. Thunder Thighs goes to the fridge and sees no food in there so she gets angry much similar to Train, except she eats the table sitting in the locker room. She finishes chomping on the wood (XD) and takes a seat on their couch. Suddenly, she hears noises from the other room inside of the locker room. There is static on a television inside the room with no other lights on. She takes a step inside and tries to turn on the light, but it's no use. She walks over and turns off the TV. She looks up and sees a man in a mirror.
Thunder Thighs: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
The man grabs her then another man appears and grabs her as well. They knock her out over the head with something then tie her up and stuff her into some sort of bag. They then take off the masks but their faces cannot be seen. The men then leave the room, putting on garbage men uniforms and carrying the bag out. Thunder Thighs...has been taken!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 15:54:49 GMT -5
*NEW*
Match 3: No DQ Match The Grim Goblin vs. Angelus Kincaid (Credit: Scott / Goblin)
The next match on tonight's schedule is an odd one, to say the least.
Philip: The following match is the definition of a grudge match! No holds barred, no countouts, and no disqualification rules apply. Introducing first, from...uh, Egypt? Nilbog? No one informed me...Anyway, at 5'9, 130lb, the Grim Goblin!
The arena turns green as the musicbox-like tune of Mag Mell plays. There is a single blast of green pyro at the stage, followed by a wall of green smoke. The Goblin soon emerges, axe in hand, clearly ready for business. Scott Andrews is a few steps behind him; Angelus isn't going to escape on his watch. Scott takes a spot at ringside as the Goblin enters the ring.
When the smoke clears and the lights normalize, four policemen emerge. Angelus Kincad is in the middle of their formation, handcuffed. With no effects or music, he somehow seems more isolated.
Philip: And the opponent, from the New Jersey Pine Barrens, standing 7'3 and weighing 340lb, Angelus Kincaid!
Angelus is freed from his restraints. The cops remain for safety reasons.
But Angelus Kincaid won't enter the ring. His voice can't be heard amongst the fans' chatter and booing, but the referee can hear, and he communicates those words to Philip.
Philip: Refusal? Err... The way this works is like this, I think. Angelus confessed to murder, so that case is open and shut. Refusing to compete in this match gets him life in prison without parole, and refusing his other match later gets him the death penalty. Competing reduces the sentence, beating the Goblin earns parole, and beating Scott earns unrestricted freedom at ACW's expense.
Angelus weighs his options and rolls into the ring. The entire world is working together against him. He needs as much legal help as possible.
Bell Rings
The Grim Goblin is taking full advantage of the no DQ rule; he's still gripping his axe. Maybe Scott won't even get his shot later...
Angelus Kincaid has no idea how to approach an axe wielding maniac. After a moment of thought, he...lays down. He lays flat on his back and makes a three count, telling Goblin to go ahead and pin him. Scott chuckles in disbelief at ringside while everyone boos.
In response to the kind-yet-cowardly gesture, Goblin lunges forward, axe in hand. He swings down at Angelus' torso, but he rolls away and out of the ring. The police are blocking the exits, but that doesn't scare him. That's when Scott Andrews approaches him. Angelus throws a punch at him, but it's blocked and countered into a punch by Scott. Angelus punches again, with the same result. Before it can inevitably happen again, they're interrupted by the Goblin; with a baseball slide rght into Angelus' shoulder. Goblin slides out of the ring with that slide, axe still in hand, as Angelus recoils off the safety rail. Goblin swings at him, and Angelus ducks just in time. He seems ticked off, and with good reason.[/i]
Angelus: This is NOT how you sa-
He's cut off...quite literally.
A quick swing of the axe rips into Angelus' jaw, ironically across the stitching of his leather mask. A splatter of blood flies into the first row, causing some fans to scream and others to cheer. Goblin then drops his axe and kicks Angelus in the gut before hitting him with his finishing move, the Pumpkin Bomber.
Scott grabs Angelus and rolls him into the ring. He then shoves Grim Goblin.
Scott: You tried to take his head off!
Goblin: I just grazed him. He'd be gone if I meant to kill him.
Scott: Just...finish before you incapacitate him, he's MINE.
Goblin rolls into the ring and covers Angelus, who's holding his profusely bleeding jaw. He doesn't fight back.
1! . . . . 2! . . . . 3!
Bell Rings
Philip: The winner via pinfall, The Grim Goblin! Can we get some medics out here?
Goblin regroups with Scott as some medical personnel rush into the ring with emergency supplies. Blood has pooled quickly so they work to stop the bleeding immediately. Scott looks concerned and speaks to them.
Scott: What's going on, how is he?
EMT #1: He's lost a lot of blood. We're sewing his jaw up so we can start a blood transfusion.
EMT #2: I can't get this stupid mask off! We're gonna have to cut into its side.
EMT #1: He needs to be in a hospital, there's no way he can continue.
Scott: What?! Sew him up, give him blood, inject some morphine, I don't care what you do, just get him ready for me!
Goblin: Morphine will make him more tolerant to pain though.
Scott: It's fine, I'll just hurt him even more.
Philip approaches them.
Philip: I've just gotten word from the back that your later match is good to go. Ginger says patch him up, give him a transfusion, and send him back out.
EMT #1: We can't in good conscience do that, he could die!
Scott: He WILL die.
EMT #1: That's murder!
Scott: It's punishment.
EMT #1: It's ILLEGAL!
Scott: The contract says otherwise.
Philip: I've been told by Ginger that the authories are considering this to be just "part of the show," so they're not interested in the legality.
EMT #1: I can't...I...I'm going to resign and find a job elsewhere. I can't sit idle as the justice system hands this man over to a vigilante.
Philip: ACW wishes you the best in your future endeavors.
Scott: Just have him ready for me, ok?
Tonight's not going to be pretty.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 15:55:16 GMT -5
Splinters and Hissy Fits By Dave ShadowAs we cut backstage again, we find the cameraman has gotten himself a good view of the medical room. Dave Shadow sits up on the bed, picking splinters and pieces off wood off his body and out of his hair. His Entertainment Championship sits at the end of the bed, and Dave’s hand is never really far from it. He is alone, the Doctor off somewhere. Dave leans back, getting impatient. However, in doing so, he stretches something in his body that is still sore from his match. He jerks forward, clutching his leg and squirming in pain.
The door of the room opens, as Dave looks towards it, hoping to finally see someone who will give him something to ease the pain. When Mickey Cole walks in, holding a microphone in hand, Dave’s face drops. While Cole is all smiles, Dave looks like he’d much rather be some place else. He runs his hands through his hair, and tries to form a smile.Dave: Hey Cole.Cole: Hey Dave. Just thought I’d try and get a post-match interview. Dave lets out a small laugh, before leaning back again…this time moving far more gingerly to avoid agitating any injuries.Dave: Cole, I lost the match. I really don’t want to talk about it.Cole: Well, I was just wondering how you felt…. Dave: I feel like shit Cole! I feel like I’ve just been put through a table. I feel like I just lost a match that I should have won. That match came down to me and Spade against Dan. It was a two on one situation! Two on bloody one! How did we lose that Cole?Dave jumps up off the table and starts walking towards Cole; Cole tries backing off, slightly scared, but backs into the wall. Dave gets closer and closer to his face, his voice getting louder and louder.Dave: We were in a handicap situation, and yet somehow we still lost! I’ve been going round ACW, mouthing off about how I am the future of this fed and how I deserve more respect than I’m actually getting. But how can I expect anyone to take me seriously when I can’t even beat Dan Friggin’ White when I have legal backup?Cole: So is it safe to say that your alliance is over with Spade and Freeman? Dave: Jesus, that’s an understatement if I ever heard one. You know what? I was an idiot for ever trusting those two in the first place. With Freeman, I can at least say I had no choice. We needed a third man and he wanted revenge. But with Spade….I can’t even remember why I even bothered deciding to team up with him. I may as well have tackled the Empire alone for all the good it did me. What have I really achieved in the last month Cole? Since I started this alliance with Spade, I’ve won my matches. I won the tag match last week on Meltdown. I was the one who landed the first real blow on the Empire when I cost Dan White the title. And guess what Cole! I was the one who carried our team out there tonight. But I’m only one man against three. I’m only so good Cole. Tell me how I’m meant to take on three men when I can’t even rely on the backup I have? HUH?Dave is right in Cole’s face now, screaming at the top of his voice.Cole: Dave, I know you’re pissed about losing. I can understand… Dave: Oh can you? Can you, the interview guy who is only here because of ME, understand what it’s like to be put through a table, and see not only it but your chances of glory go up in splinters around you? I don’t think you can Cole. I really don’t think you can. But here! How bout I help you out with that?Dave grabs Cole by the shirt collars, and throws him on to the ground. Cole tries to crawl back to his feet, but as he does, Dave catches him with a big kick to the ribs, driving the wind out of Cole’s chest. Cole lays on the ground as Dave pulls the medical bed out from the wall and sets it up in the middle of the room. He walks round to Cole, and drags him up by the hair. Dave knees him in the gut before picking him up for a power bomb and dropping him through the bed, which snaps in half under the falling weight of Cole.
Dave stands back up, looking down at his so called “friend”, who lies motionless, surrounded by pieces of wood and metal. There doesn’t seem to be any remorse on Dave’s face whatsoever.Dave: Tell me Cole, how does that feel? Huh? How does it feel to see your career nose dive through a table? HUH? Not so talkative now? You know what Cole? ACW is a mess right now. There’s so much corruption and power abuse. People like White running round and thinking they are in charge of this place.Dave kneels down beside Cole and looks at his unconscious face.Dave: I’ve been trying to do something about that since I got here. I’ve been trying to save ACW from it’s own impending demise. Cause no one else will stop The Empire, or others like them. The thing was that I tried to do it with a smile and the fans support. And look where that got me. Driven through a table like a rookie. Screw that Cole.Dave stands up and walks over to the medical sink in the corner. He opens it up and takes out a package of bandages. He turns and walks back towards Cole, who has still not moved.Dave: It’s time I sought out some better allies Cole. This promotion needs help. It needs a saviour. It needs a wrestler who everyone can be proud of. It needs someone who recognised that a leader is required to launch a crusade against those who would bring this place down to it’s knees. I love ACW Cole. I’ve always told anyone who would listen that. I don’t want to see this place thrive. I want to see it become bigger and more successful that it currently is. But I can’t do that if I have to worry about pandering to the crowd.Dave throws the bandages on top of Cole’s limp body and starts walking towards the door. He stops as he reaches out to open it…Dave: They won’t like what’s coming. They won’t respect me for doing what needs to be done. No one ever likes the truth, and definitely not the solutions to problems they can’t see. But trust me Cole. One day…they will thank me.Dave opens the door. As he does, the Doctor stumbles outside, having gone to open the door but finding someone else beating him to it. Dave looks at the doctor with an big smile and opens the door. Dave: I think he might need some attention doc.The doctor spots Cole and rushes in, starting to scream for some medics and for help. Dave looks at them for a few moments, a perverted smile on his face, before he leaves and the scene…
[FADES]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 15:55:44 GMT -5
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 15:56:07 GMT -5
Segment: Ask Lee (Credit: Lee)
Hey guys, it’s your humble webmaster, Michael, here. I am very sorry for not updating the site sooner. I have been pretty overwhelmed with school and whatnot. However, I am very happy to inform you that I am able to return and dedicate my time to the website again. Woo hoo. Anyway, there are a few updates on the site. I have uploaded some pretty decent screencaps of Lee Homicide’s interviews from the pre-Genocide press junket, there is also a new updated dates list of his upcoming events and promotions, and there are some new graphical creations that have been sent in by frequent visitors; Claire, Mallory, John & Jesse. Kudos to you all for your contributions. They rock as always. Now, what else do I have to tell you guys? Um, oh yeah, I changed the current skin on the main site. Everyone was kinda complaining that it was so bright that even Stevie Wonder could see slight traces of it, which gives me the impression that it was overly bright. So yeah, I created a new, darker skin, uploaded it, and there is a dropbox at the bottom right corner of the site that will give you the option to change the skin on the main website. See, I am such a considerate website owner, always keeping my members happy. Oh, I almost forgot. I actually cannot believe I forgot to mention this, but Lee has actually replied to some of the questions you guys sent to him. I told you he’d reply eventually. Bombarding him with comments on his MySpace was probably annoying him, thus making him reluctant to reply. So yes, this is great news that Lee has taken time out of his busy life to answer your questions. He’s also informed me that if you guys have any more questions for him, you should continue to send them, and he’ll reply to them eventually. This being said, you guys should go and check out the Q&A section of the website, but I warn you. I have placed a copyright protector on the Q&A section. This means that if you try to copy or steal the interview, it’ll paste as something really offensive. So yeah, it might seem a little harsh, but I have went out of my way to contact Lee, so I am not gonna let others take credit for something I have worked hard to accomplish. There, I can finish being whiney now. Please check out your questions, read your answers and proceed to send in new questions for Lee. The e-mail address is still questionsforlee@leesbitches.com. Thanks guys, peace out. - Michael
Q: Yo bro, I was wondering what you thought of Jake Steele winning the World Championship? Or perhaps you knew about it beforehand, what with you being a sneaky ninja type and whatnot. I bet you’re loving the fact that Steele is champion, huh? -- Luko, Plymouth
Lee Homicide: I like your kinda talk, brudda, preach on. I actually didn’t know about this beforehand. It was as much of a surprise for me. I was sitting around, watching the Bloody Valentine PPV, and the next thing I knew, Steele had won the main event. I spat my soda all over my little sister when I saw that, not because of shock, I just wanted to spit my soda all over her. I was totally psyched about the outcome. Although I am good friends with Jay Zero, even he had to admit that it was a shock finish. You see, I’d been teaching Steele some wrestling moves because he had been having to defend himself against his then girlfriend, Kim Kardashian. It seems she didn’t like him meeting with his ghetto whores. I guess he just put what I taught him into action, which I am very proud of him for. Everyone is kinda frowning on the whole situation because there are tons of Jay Zero fans out there, but they aren’t seeing the bigger picture. Jake Steele, a humble young man from the rough and ready streets of Brooklyn, made it to the top of the wrestling world with nothing but hard work and determination, and he was able to pull a coup on one of the most dominant superstars ACW’s ever seen. And whether you like Steele or not, you have gotta admit that is very impressive. If Zero hadn’t retired, I would’ve liked to have seen him become champion again, but now? He’s more likely to be a tired, old, lapdancing queen or something. Therefore, my feelings toward Steele being champion are happy ones. I wish him a long reign as champion and many happy defenses. It’s gonna be so awesome if he retains this week against FSX. I am gonna write to the Hall of Fame, see if I can get him inducted. Thanks for the question, Luko. Stay cool.
Q: Everyone has at least one legend that they idolize. What wrestlers have influenced you during your career? -- Claire, Liverpool
LH: Well, Claire, it’s true I am known to idolize others. Although, I dunno if I’d be able to pinpoint one specific person. Can I name a few? Why am I asking you this? You’re not able to reply seeing as you sent this e-mail weeks ago. Well, one guy I am very honored to work closely with is XS3. I can honestly say that I have never met a smarter, funnier and unpredictable man in my whole career as a professional wrestler. He is one of those guys who is fun to work with, but it’s impossible to get anything done because of his immature nature. It literally is like hanging around with a six-foot kid. Definitely one of my idols in the wrestling world. I also really like the work of CM Punk. I am not ashamed to admit that I have actually tried to mould myself in his image. We have all heard that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and I hope Mr. Brooks feels that way whenever he reads, hears or watches me. I have drawn many comparisons to Mr. Brooks, which is such a touching compliment to be placed upon me. Anyone who can compete in matches, make the fans love or hate them, and cut a promo without a single hesitation, is truly deserving of being idolized. I guess I should also give a shout out to my trainer, Yoshihiro Asai, because without his wise teachings, I wouldn’t be around to wrestle for you guys today. So, we gotta thank Scott Mr. Yoshihiro for bringing Lee Homicide to the dance. I think that’s it. There are probably loads more, but I don’t have enough time to mention every single one. Hope that was OK. Thanks for the question.
Q: Hello, Lee, I was wondering. What do you look for in a girlfriend? -- Heather, Danny Mainer’s room
LH: I’ll admit I haven’t thought much about this because I’m coming off a recent breakup, but three qualities I’ve usually been drawn to are brunette, British and Atomic. >_>. However, should that be too rare to come by, I also have other descriptions. Basically for me, the perfect girlfriend would be a woman who disappeared when I didn’t want her there, but when I clicked my fingers, she’d appear again. I guess she’d need to have a sense of humor because she’d need one if she was to try and tolerate me. I will admit, I’d probably push her to her limits as far as patience goes, but I’d like to think my sexiness would make up for the constant annoyance. Also, I would require a woman who didn’t take anything too seriously. I have had one relationship within the wrestling circuit, and it went bad, so very, very bad. So I guess I’d want a girlfriend whom I didn’t work with, again, Alicia Kitsune is not included in that. I guess big boobs are good too, I have to admit that I am a huge fan of breastage cuz well, who doesn’t like boobs, huh? I prefer girls who aren’t insane. They have to begin sane at least. If sanity disappears via being around me, then that I can tolerate, but you aren’t allowed to appear already crazy. I guess that’s it. Am I picky? Thanks, Heather.
Q: S’up Lee? I wanted to know who you think will be the next person to vie for the World Title. There are lots of potential people. Who do you reckon the challenger will be? -- Jay, Whore Island
LH: Very observant, Jay. I have gotta admit, I have been wondering myself who it will be. Naturally, if, God forbid, my buddy Steele goes down this Saturday, I am hoping there’ll be FSX vs. Steele II immediately. Another name I’d like to throw in there is Thunder Train. He’s been stepping up his game very consistently as he’s advanced up the ranks. I’d love to see him take the next step. However, if it went down to a brawl between Train and Steele, I’d be torn about where my loyalties lied. So, in a way, I want Train to get the title shot, but at the same time I’m nervous about what would happen should the situation occur. Then there’s RDK--er, I mean “Hollywood Macho,” ugh--but I am not sure what I’d feel about Mach facing Steele. I mean, it’d be great because Mach would probably let Steele pin him, just so he could boast about having Steele lie on top of him. That’d also mean that Steele would retain, so maybe I’d like the challenger to be Mach. That’d be pretty sweet. Now, if I had to cancel these challengers down to the most likely choice, I’m gonna have to say Train because he’s my buddy, but whatever would happen between Steele and Train, I am remaining strictly neutral. Good question, Jay. Also. I love were you live. Bet there is never a dull moment there, huh?
Q: Hey, Lee, your last pay-per-view match didn’t go all that well when you lost to Chris Phenomenal. However, Brent Garland was the wild card in that match. What do you think would happen if you and CP ever went one-on-one? -- Jesse, Cardiff LH: You know, I have always had a lot of respect for Chris. I have never really liked the guy, but I have to admit that the skills are definitely there. I have to admit, though, he has an ego that desperately rivals my own. I think any match that I would have with Chris would be amazing to watch because neither of us would want to lose, and we would be freakishly determined to win. I think what makes Chris and me dislike each other so much is that, secretly, we’re very, very similiar. We’re both very confident in our abilities. We’re both too stubborn to allow ourselves to be beaten, and we both want to have the ACW World Championship in our possession. So Chris Phenomenal make talk the talk, and I know he can walk the walk. Such a match will come down to who is willing to sacrifice his safety more, who is prepared to take it to a new level of death-defying action. Chris Phenomenal reckons he’s a God-sent phenomenon, but I have talent on loan from God, and when the bookers do set up CP vs. Lee, I am gonna show him exactly who’s king of the ACW castle.
Q: Hey, man, I am gonna ask a very obvious question. I wanna know what you think the outcome of your title match against Double Penetration will be. -- John, New York
LH: Well, lookie, another native of N.Y. Good place to live, dude. However, like you said, your question is very obvious. The frickin’ Road Steelers are gonna steal this one because we’re the bomb on ACW. No other team boasts the level of talent we have, so why should we fear anyone? Steele and I are gonna walk in with our collars popped up, slap Thunderkiss around a little, and then we’re gonna walk out the champions. TK feels he has the right to run his mouth and give his unwanted opinion at every given second. Well, I am about to silence his ever-flapping mouth. He talks about his glorious victories of yester-decade, but the competition wasn’t exactly that tough during those days. May I remind him, that, once upon a time, he was defeated by Vladimir Rasputin? Yeah, never letting him ever live that down. Thunderkiss’ career has been sputtering futilely for the longest time, and I’m that flashy European sports car that’s gonna whiz right past him and make him taste my exhaust fumes. I, on the other hand, I am a walking technical messiah. I am gonna show Thunderkiss that I am not just some scrawny kid whose bark is worse than his bite. I am the Notorious One-Three-Three, and I’ll lay 133 smackdowns on his bulky behind if that’s what it takes to teach him his lesson. As for FSX, we’re just gonna have to scare him off. I dunno what the poor dude sees in TK anyway. I mean, I’d say it was fate that brought the two losers together, but it was more like Karma. I actually feel sorry for poor FSX because after we beat him, we’re gonna ask for the poor bastard to be fired because he’s boring. So yes, a title win for the Steelers, me thinks. Thanks for the question.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 15:57:31 GMT -5
Match 4: Last Man Standing Match Rattlesnake vs. Torak (Credit: Rattlesnake)
This match should be available later tonight, but due to the time difference between the UK and US, it's not ready just yet. Check back soon!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 15:57:59 GMT -5
Saved for Snake's Match
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 15:58:34 GMT -5
Title: Making a Statement. Credit: Chris Phenomenal, Hollywood Mach and Rawt
With Hollywood Mach defending his title later on in the night and Chris Phenomenal due up within the hour, one would presume they would be focused on preparing for their respective matches especially with what is on the line in both contests. That is not the case however, although their lack of preparation can not be taken as a lack of focus. Instead of preparing in their locker rooms, Chris, Hollywood, Rawt and WCW are all standing around an ACW backdrop with Charlotte King in between the four of them looking at the camera.
Charlotte King: I am joined at this time by the group that has taken ACW by storm over the past few weeks. First winning an elimination six man tag match against the Road Steelers, and then last week defeating Thunder Train in an impromptu handicap match. Now Chris, I ask you first, it has been rumoured that Hollywood is carrying this group, both with you and Rawt being first eliminated in the Six man tag match, and then once again having to be bailed out by Hollywood on Monday in the handifcap match.
Chris Phenomenal: I understand where these rumours are coming from Charlotte, and quite frankly they are all just started by those jealous of the success of the Mega Star Alliance. It doesn’t matter whether I was eliminated by that fat ass, whether I was taken out by an Om Nom Bomb, no. The only thing that matters inside of the squared circle is the W…
Rawt: and kicking ass.
Chris Phenomenal: Yes, and kicking ass. So if at the end of the day if those two objectives have been accomplished than we consider it a success.[/I]
Macho Man nods his head in approval before grabbing a hold of the microphone that Chris had and lowering his sunglasses as he looks at the camera. Inside of the arena the fans boo as a smirk comes across the face of Hollywood.
Hollywood: You see Charlotte, you can have the two best wrestlers on earth, but they wouldn’t make a great team if they weren’t willing to sacrifice. Some might say I deserve all the credit for these victories but if it weren’t for Rawt and Chris Phenomenal then I probably don’t walk out with the victory. They went in and softened ‘em up, made it so that they were on their heels, gassed when I came into the match. They were willing to go hard against bigger and quicker opponents respectively and in the end there selflessness was key to our victory, and what will lead us to being an unbeatable unit.[/color]
Charlotte King: You talk about how you are untouchable as a unit, but tonight you guys will not be competing as a unit, instead Chris you will be taking on Danny Mainer in a weapon of choice match, and then Hollywood will be taking on Thunder Train in a Hollywood Boulevard Hell’s Highway Match. lord, that’s a mouthful
Hollywood: I’m sorry, I missed that last bit
Charlotte King: It’s nothing.
Hollywood: Alright then, you want to know about Thunder Nuts., let me tell you something about Thunder Nuts. It really doesn’t matter what he is going to try and do, it really doesn’t matter what he has planned for this match. All that matters is that in the end, it is going to be the same result as the past two times we were inside of the ring. Hollywood Mach is going to be standing over top of him, his intercontinental title held high, and he’s going to look down and say “Brudah, you don’t mess with the best.” Then Hollywood is going to walk out of the ring, and the Mega Star Alliance is going to TGI Friday’s and we are going to get down and dirty.
Charlotte King: What about you Chris, your match with Danny Mainer reached new levels over the past two weeks after his ruthless attack on you, then destroying your home. What do you have to say about him, what are your plans for this match, can you give us any insight to what weapon you will be choosing for this match.
Chris Phenomenal: All I’ve got to say about Danny Mainer Charlotte, is that in less than an hour everyone is going to see a side of Chris Phenomenal that they have never seen before. Danny Mainer crossed the line, he brought me to a point I’ve never been to before and he is going to pay for it. This match is going to start in the ring, but I can guarantee you that it isn’t going to stay there. This match isn’t about winning or losing, it isn’t even about kicking ass. It’s about retribution, it’s about taking a thumbscrew and making Mainer suffer, it’s about going to limits yet un seen to inflict as much pain on his body as I can. It’s about making him wish he would just die, wishing he could take out his razor blades and slit his wrists. I can assure you that this match will not be for the faint of heart, I am going to reach lows yet unseen, there is nothing I wouldn’t consider doing, if his hoe was here right now I’d pick her up and rape her on the spot just to try and get at that shrivelled, blackened heart of Danny Mainer. As for what my weapon that I’m bringing is, let me bring it to you old school. Danny Mainer, I’m bringing brass, your ass is grass and I’m gonna smoke it.
Charlotte King: Rawt, a lot of people have been curious about you so far, and what you can do inside of the ring as a singles competitor after your long lay off. When will we see you in the ring.
Rawt: I can’t quite confirm when you will see my in the ring in one on one competition. All I know is that eventually it will happen and that some asses are going to be whupped inside of that squared circle.
Charlotte King: With all of this said, what are the plans for the Mega Star Alliance in the near future.
Hollywood: Usually I would be against revealing our plans, what we are looking at doing, but right now I think would be as good as time as ever seeing as how we are in a public forum I think now would be as good as time as ever to announce that the Mega Star Alliance want a shot at the tag team titles after Genocide. It doesn’t matter whether Double Penetration retains tonight or whether the Road Steelers pull a rabbit out of their ass and win. Between us we have defeated every single wrestler at some point or another on both of those teams and we plan on doing it again. We plan on becoming the greatest unit ever in ACW, surpassing Flower Power, Mestaurrus and the hundred other units that have graced this company. In due time The Mega Star Alliance will hold every title this company has to offer and we will run this shit show.[/I][/color]
With that Hollywood looks at the camera once more before beginning to walk away as it pans back to Charlotte King.
Charlotte: There you have it folks, not only are they prepared to go out tonight, but in due time take on the Tag Team Champions.[/I]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 15:58:57 GMT -5
“TILL DEATH DO US PART - II” Credit: Thunderkiss “Say what now?!” [Upon hearing the words, “The Chairman demands your presence right away,” Thunderkiss felt the same as someone who has just received a jury summons. And just like someone selected to serve a jury, there was no way he could get out of it. With not one but two matches ahead of him tonight, he had little time to waste. Thunderkiss dared not resist and responded in record time, all so that he could simply get this meeting over and done with. If he had only known ahead of time that this was a S.O.S. call, he might have just taken his chances and kept his distance. And If he had only known that this S.O.S. call was in regards to ex-girlfriend, he would responded with a “aw hell no.”] Gingerdude: Anna, she’s been taken by that imbecile that parades himself around as you when you were tolerable. Thunderkiss: Hah! Talk about sloppy seconds, brother! Gingerdude: I do NOT find this humorous, Thunderkiss! I am ordering you to retrieve my daughter! Thunderkiss: And if I don’t? [Realizing he has nothing to force Thunderkiss’ hand besides another fine, the Chairman drops his authority act and exposes his desperation to Thunderkiss. While it pains him to no ends to do so, he has no other card to play.] Gingerdude: Thunderkiss, I am pleading with you to help her. Surely you must feel something for her. She is the mother of your child, for God’s sake! Thunderkiss: Alright, alright! Quit your damn whining! Just point me in the direction of where you last saw them and I’ll do the rest. [Ginger gladly obliges. Thunderkiss rolls up his sleeves and embarks on a quest he just knows he’ll regret later. Be that as it may, he will not look his son in the eye one day and tell him how he failed “mommy,” not when he expects that burden to fall upon her. Nobody is going to take that away from, certainly not a two-bit imposter. Speaking of the imposter, somewhere close but still very far away ... ] Anna Sommers: Do you realize what kind of trouble you’ll be in when my father gets a hold of you?! This is kidnaping! Aiden Joseph: No my dear, THIS is love. And I’m most ceratin that the only thing your father will do is applaud when he discovers that we have finally tied the knot! He has longed for this day for quite some time! Anna Sommers: Quit acting like you’re really Aiden! Aiden Joseph: Who’s acting? Though I’m glad that you still believe my talents should fall on Hollywood. It is as if I was destined for stardom.Anna Sommers: Oh my God, you really ARE insane! Aiden Joseph: Yes, insane over you! Now my dear, the time has finally come. Let’s not keep our treasured guests waiting! [Against her will Anna is whisked into a dark room somewhere in the complex. Her exact location becomes known with the flip of a switch. Light from above scatters the darkness and it takes but a second for her to wish its return. Scattered before her are cardboard cutouts of random people, all seated inside the ACW conference room which has been transformed into a makeshift wedding chapel. While this would be enough to unnerve most people, it is what Anna sees standing in the middle of it all that sends shivers down her spine.] Minister: If you could please take your seats, the bride and groom have finally arrived. Anna *screaming*: HELP, SOMEONE HELP ME! DEAR GOD, SOMEONE HELP![FADE]
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