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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 16:10:52 GMT -5
Phillips, though, did not enter into the match to lose, and stands up with a fire in his eyes, kicking Thunderkiss in the ribs with a roundhouse, and then engages in another chopfest to the chest. TK, noticeably hurting, returns with a chop of his own, but only knocks the Senator back for the most part, while the wrestling politician heads back, going back to the razor-edged strikes to the chest.
McNally: The Senator looks like he might need a bit of work on his technique, he's preferring to go back to the tried and the true, and really, after everything Thunderkiss has put him through over the last month, I doubt he's in the mood for anything other than an all out brawl.
TK shoves the Senator away, interrupting the never-ending chops, and as Phillips heads back, he does so right into the path of a big boot kick. Having sent the Senator to the mat, TK covers for a quick pin...
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Edison: I love it, Phillips is the brawler, Thunderkiss is working the submissions!
Phillips, annoyed with the lax application of the chinlock, jumps up to his feet, spinning around out of the lock, going behind TK, hooking both arms, and going for a backslide pin...and finds it very hard indeed to get his larger opponent to the mat. Thunderkiss, who had once been defeated with that exact pinning combination, now jerks forward, and throws the Senator over his head to the mat. Phillips lands on his knees with a pained expression on his face, while TK leans over and flexes in his face. The Senator, incensed at the provocation, hits his opponent with a short uppercut to the chin, and shoots in, sweeping both legs with a shoot tackle, before flipping over into a jackknife pin...
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Thunderkiss grins widely as he runs right towards a corner, looking to pancake the Senator against the turnbuckles, but Phillips, realizing the danger he's in, lets go, falling to the mat, but also gains the satisfaction of seeing his long-time rival running full speed into the corner. As Thunderkiss staggers away, the Senator dashes over, connecting with a sliding front kick to the knee, sending his opponent down to a single foot on the mat. Phillips backs up a few steps, and dashes in, stepping off TK's outstretched leg, and flipping forward for a Shining Capitol front flip heel kick...only for Thunderkiss to catch him in mid-air.
Edison: This ain't gonna be pretty!
TK stands up to both feet, hoisting the Senator up as he does so, pausing for a moment, before powerbombing Phillips straight down into the mat!
Edison: Now that was DAAANGEROUSSSSSS!!!
Thunderkiss covers for the pin, hooking a single leg...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 16:11:34 GMT -5
...The Senator kicks out! TK shakes his head in exaggerated dismay, and slowly picks his opponent off the mat, looking to deliver the coup de grace...only to find out that the Senator's not nearly as out of it as he expected, and pays dearly for his mistake, eating several elbows to the face, and an unearthly amount of knife-edge chops to his already-reddened chest.
McNally: The Senator's offence may be limited here, but he's putting it to full effect, and no matter what, his toughness is still intact.
Having backed Thunderkiss against the ropes, the Senator pauses to catch his quickly diminishing breath, before running forward, going for a lariat to send TK over the ropes...only to be back body dropped to the floor!
Edison: Argh, I already used it up...that WAS dangerous, though!
TK soaks in the cheers and boos of the audience before slowly following to the outside, walking down the ring steps, and waving to several buxom beauties in the front row, even going as far to walking over and signing their autographs, and receiving two kisses in return. Seeing the Senator still in the process of regaining his bearings, Thunderkiss walks over to the announcer's table, and slips on a headset.
Thunderkiss: So Edison, how would you rate those two pieces of ass over there? I’d say that one is easily a ten, and the other one is probably a nine point five. Either way, both get my seal of approval so would you be a pal and go over there before -
McNally: Before Senator Phillips literally cuts your chest open with more of those knife-edge chops...sorry, but this is hardly the place for a wrestler...
Edison: Oh man, I'm clearing out before you get your clock cleaned, I mean, really, Maxie...
Thunderkiss: Hah! Don’t sweat it, Edison. McNally is just confused in his old age. He thinks that Phillips in there is the Phillips of old! Well let me tell you something brother, he’s just a shell of his former self! However, you’re right Maxy pad, I got a match to finish, man, this really is boring, it's like I'm just working out...
TK drops the headset, and walks away from the booth, picking the Senator off the floor, rolling him into the ring. While Thunderkiss again waves to the fans, Phillips slowly rolls over into a crouched position in the ring, looking far more alert than his opponent seems to give him credit for. After quenching his thirst for frivolous fan interaction, Thunderkiss tries to re-enter the ring, but instead, Phillips stops him short of his goal with several elbows to the head. Draping his opponent over the top rope, the Senator backs towards the corner, and runs back, leaping up to hit a flying knee to the skull!
Edison: I found out that the Senator calls that new move the A.I.G. Knee!
McNally: Excuse me?
Edison: Well, Dwight came up with the name while they were training the other day, I was watching, Dwight had a hellava time coming up with the words, called it the "Accurate Impact Generate knee," saying that since the government owned AIG, Senator should use it in his move name!
McNally: I don't know whether to believe you or not, but I do think that the Senator has pulled Thunderkiss into the ring, and is pinning him...
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TK, although shaken up, stands up at the same time as his opponent, looking the Senator dead in his eye, before sending him back down with a scoop slam. Phillips tries to get up, but TK again drops him, this time, with a short-arm clothesline, gesturing to the crowd with a "lifting up" motion afterwards.
Edison: Thunderkiss is going nuts here, I wouldn't want to be the Senator now!
Thunderkiss, at this point, in a complete rampage, lifts Phillips over his head, pressing him up to the sky for his signature Heaven's Door military press slam...but the Senator takes him, and the audience by surprise by shifting his weight, and dropping down to his feet!
Edison: What's this?
TK swings away for a big back elbow, but again, Phillips avoids the big impact, ducking under and running off the ropes, rebounding off, ducking under a clothesline, going back off the other ropes, and on his return, reaching up and BLASTING his opponent, delivering the crook of his elbow to TK's throat to complete a gigantic Axe Bomber!
McNally: That wasn't a Washington Lariat, that was Thunderkiss's own Goodnight Kiss! And that might be quite the apt name for this particular use!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 16:12:02 GMT -5
“HAIL TO THE CHIEF, INDEED” Credit: Senator, Thunderkiss [Sometimes you really do have to be careful about what you wish for. Thunderkiss wanted nothing but to have Steve Phillips be fired up once more inside a wrestling ring; he has achieved his goal. Though he has a massive headache as a result, Kiss still cannot help but feel a sense of accomplishment over what has just transpired. There are moments in wrestling that transcend wins and losses, this is one of them. Tonight, neither Thunderkiss nor the Senator Phillips will remember the outcome of this match, only its significance. Thunderkiss will have walked away with his legendary matches against Steve Phillips solidified as such and Phillips’ has become born again inside the squared circle. Slowly but surely Thunderkiss recovers his energy with each passing second. In less than one minutes time he has recovered enough to slowly rise to his feet and exchange a few parting words with his rival. What could possess him to expend his energy so, especially when one considers that his night is only half over for him? The camera crew gets in close enough for that answer to be revealed.] Thunderkiss: Heh... heheheheheheh. [Inappropriate laughter fills the ring. Phillips at first tries to ignore it as a typical Thunderkiss antic, however, as he tries to leave the ring, it intensifies to the point of him not being able to do so, despite his current state of extreme exhaustion.] Senator: Ugh...If you find that utter tripe to be humorous, I would be more than glad to...tickle your funny bone again with...another lariat. Thunderkiss: Let me ask you a question, Steve. In the past fifteen or so odd minutes, did budget meetings, economic stimulosus packages, insurance bonuses or the like enter your head?Senator: No. Thunderkiss: Exactly![Phillips stops dead in his tracks as the reality of the situation sets in. He may have won, but in the end it was Thunderkiss with the last laugh. Damn him, he has done it again.] Thunderkiss WELCOME BACK, STEVE! WELCOME BACK! Senator: Shut it. You...you...are an overbearing imbecile. Just get out of my face...before I collapse right here in the middle of the ring! Thunderkiss: If that is my cross to bear, so be it! Tonight you learned an important lesson, old man. You can’t run from the past no matter how hard you try and once you are part of the family, you’ll always be remembered as such. Nothing you do in Washington can ever erase the fact that YOU-ARE-A-WRESTLER! Trust me, nobody knows this better than I! Lord knows I tried! HAHAHAAHAHAHHAAHAHA![Thunderkiss’ maniacal laughter is like fingernails down a chalkboard to his ears. Unable to bear any more, Phillips puts as much distance between himself and the ring as possible, his disdain for Thunderkiss growing with every step. While it was never his intent to turn his back on the profession he loves so dearly, a desperate time called for a desperate measure. With the future of the country hanging in the balance, some things became more important than wrestling. Wrestling disagreed. Like it or not, he has been thrust back into the thick of things and it is now Washington taking a back seat to the ring. Be that as it may, if things go south on his watch, it will be Thunderkiss taking the blame and he will not be afraid to lay it on him in the form of his patented knife edge chops - - the hardest in ACW, of course. Lest we ever forget.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 16:12:23 GMT -5
Segment: I Spy, Part 2 (Credit: Lee) Pulling up to the stadium, Lee isn’t exactly sure how everything is going to work out. It was bad enough that he had to worry about a match against TK and FSX. Now he had to add on top of that the fact that the fate of the free world lied in his hands. Talk about pressure. As people scurried about, filing into the building, carrying their signs and waving to some of the ACW cameras, Lee can only rest his head in his hands. Still not feeling 100% from the effects of his match last Thursday, this was sure to be an interesting night.Owen Wilson: Hey, buck up! Things aren’t that bad. I do this all the time. Trust me. We’ll get in there, have a little sake, maybe a happy ending, and then we’ll get to work. All we have to do is stop Kim Jong-il from going through with his plan. Lee: Yea, no pressure, just have to save the world from some midget who’s on his period every waking moment of the day. Not to mention the fact that I have to go out there and wrestle too. Owen Wilson: About that. Is it as fake as everyone says it is? Lee: Do these look fake to you? Lee shows the bruises resulting from that Rock Bottom he received from Hollywood Macho.Owen Wilson: Point taken. So, I’ve got all the equipment in the trunk. All I need you to do is get me in close to Jong-il, and we’re home free. Can you do that? Lee: Sure. I mean, Jesus turned water into wine. All I have to do is get close to a ruthless dictator, hell bent on world domination. Owen Wilson: Great. That’s the type of spirit we need. After parking the town car in the garage, Owen gets his duffel bag full of equipment. Lee really has no idea what he’s doing. He’s not a superhero, he doesn’t even like half the people in the world. Why should he save it? Nevertheless, he and Owen set off to find the reclusive dictator. After eavesdropping on a couple of conversations, they figure out that Jong-il is having a private soirée in one of the press boxes. Being the bold man that he is, Lee decides that the best course of action is to go straight to the man. After narrowly dodging many of his bodyguards, they make it to the door where the infamous Jong-il resides for the evening. Of course, they wouldn’t be able to walk in. There was a large guard positioned outside of the door. Lee, being the genius that he is, recruits a young woman named “Ming Li” to go and distract the guard.Ming Li: Hey there, soldier boi. Anything interesting happening tonight? Bodyguard: No, now please keep it moving. This is a private function. Ming Li: You sure? Because you and me can have our own private function. How would you like that? Bodyguard: Can’t. I’m working right now, miss. Ming Li: Are you sure? Because I could really make it worth your while. A big strong man like you could probably show me a good time. ME LUV U LONG TIME! Bodyguard: Trust me, honey, you’re barking up the wrong tree. The bodyguard gives her a funny look as he says this. Conceding defeat, the young woman walks back over to Lee and Owen.Lee: So what happened? Ming Li: He said I’m not his type. Owen Wilson: Not his type? Well, then, what is his type? Ming Li: He said he was really a fan of the short guy in Wedding Crashers. Lee breaks out into laughter, while Owen doesn’t see the humor of the situation.Lee: Looks like you’re up, spy boy. Owen Wilson: Huh, what do you mean? Lee: You heard the lady. You’re his cup of tea. So get out there and make America proud! The fate of the world rests on your shoulders…and yo AZZ! Owen sulks as he slowly walks over to the guard, who can’t seem to contain his adoration for him. Lee waits for the perfect opportunity to enter the skybox. While the guard begins to caress Owen’s cheek, Lee seizes the opportunity to tiptoe behind his back and into the box. It’s a madhouse in there with small Asian women dancing on tables and businessmen taking shots off of their bellies. Lee didn’t know that the Koreans got down like this. Hell, he might miss the pay-per-view just to stay for the party. Scanning the room, Lee frantically searches for the man of the evening Kim Jong-il. Finally, he spots the man in question, living it up near the bar, drinking with some ugly woman.
Seizing his chance, Lee marches straight over to Kim Jong-il and strikes up a conversation before any of the guards could stop him.Lee: Kim, my man! How’s it hanging, bro?! Long time no see. I’ve been looking all over this building for you. You’re one tough bastard to find, kind of like Osama Bin-Laden. Anyway, though, what’s been up man? Haven’t seen you since that kegger down in Cancun a couple of summers ago. Kim Jong-il: I’m sorry, but do I know you? This is a private celebration. Lee: Kim, don’t be like that bro. It’s me! itzLEE… [/size][/font][/center] Kim Jong-il: I’m sorry, that’s not ringing a be-- Lee: …yuhBITCH!Kim Jong-il: Oh, that’s right. You are a part of the entertainment this evening. Lee: Correction: I’m the whole show. See, you and all your friends came out tonight because of one man and one man only: me! I came up here because I hear that you’re the top dog in this part of the world, the Obama of Asia. Am I right, or am I right? Kim Jong-il: I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just a man trying to make things better for my country. That’s all. Lee: I can respect that, but I also hear that you’re the type of guy who likes to set off nuclear weapons. Now to quote a co-worker of mine, “And that, my friends, is nothing but the truth.” Now, we Americans don’t particularly appreciate you trying to blow us up, get me? What did we ever do to your 4th world country anyway? Kim Jong-il: Well, besides leaving us poverty stricken and raping our economy, you’ve also stolen our natural resources. Lee scratches his head at that one. Damn, we’re fucked up.Lee: Well, I didn’t know that, so I’m sorry. But c’mon, man, you’ve got all these fine women around you. I mean, they’re midgets, but they are gorgeous, and all you can think about is nuking the USA? I can’t let that happen, Kim. It would be un-American of me. So, here, how about this? How about you quit with the missiles, and I won’t slap you around in front of all your friends here, huh? Deal? Kim Jong-il: I would sincerely like to see you try, beach boy. Lee: Beach boy?! Beach boy? Oh, so I’m a beach boy now? That’s it, you and me right now! Lee doesn’t realize, but now, everyone’s attention is focused on him, and all of Kim Jong-il’s goons are beginning to surround him. Why did he have to be such a loudmouth? Couldn’t he just keep his mouth shut? Just as everyone is about to pounce on him, the door flies open, and the room fills with gas. Suddenly, someone grabs him by the arm and yanks him out of the room. This was like a scene straight out of a movie, with women screaming and punches flying. Safely away from all of the danger, he realizes that it was Owen who had saved his ass.Lee: What the hell took you so long?! I almost got sliced up like a pizza. Do you know how many samurais surround that guy at all times? Owen Wilson: Sorry, I was kind of busy trying to keep that gorilla from trying to mate with me. Lee: That’s great, but while you were getting engaged, I was keeping the midget from trying to end the world. You know what? I’m out of here. I have a match to prepare for, and aside from saving your job and the world, I’m a little stressed out! Did you at least manage to get whatever it is you needed to handle done? Owen Wilson: Very funny. Oddly enough, he was actually a nice g--hey! That's not the point. The point is we did it, and the world is once again safe. Lee: Great! Now, pay me my money so I can get out of here. Owen Wilson: Money? You don’t get paid for this. Lee: Wanna bet? Out of nowhere, Lee decks Owen with a stiff right, before rummaging through his wallet.Lee: $16? What a loser! With that, Lee disappears back towards the locker room area to prepare for the huge contest against Double Penetration later tonight. After saving the world, this match should be a piece of cake.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 16:12:55 GMT -5
Match 8: Hollywood Boulevard Hell's Highway Match International Title Match Hollywood Mach vs. Thunder Train (Credit: Train) ACW returns back to the ringside area. A Hummer Limo begins to back up from the stage and the crowd pops are the sight of it. Phillip enters the ring once more to begin announcements.Edison: Oh man! Here we go, this should be a brutal match! McNally: This has been built up for close to two months now and I cannot wait to see what these men can do Phillip: The following is the Hollywood Boulevard Hell’s Highway Match! Now in this match there are no pinfalls, submissions, disqualifications or countouts, only way to win is to get your opponent inside the limousine and slam the door shut! The person that does so will be the declared the winner and the ACW International Champion! Introducing first, from Yellowknife, NT, Canada, weighing in at 270 pounds, the current ACW International Champion, HOLLYWOOD MACH! McNally: Oh boy! Here comes out “Great” champion. Edison: Why do you say it like that? Hollywood has been a great champion! Probably the best in the last 10 years! The crowd stands up and boos loudly as the ACW International Champion steps out from backstage. He carries the ACW International Title around his shoulder and takes a look at the limo. He slaps it and smiles. He even shakes it a bit to see if it’s sturdy. He then turns his attention to the ring and begins walking down. WCW is right there behind him walking down also. Mach slides into the ring then walks over to the turnbuckle to pose. WCW however, walks around to the announce table and sits down.McNally: Do you really need to be here? WCW: Yes I do. You two idiots can’t do commentary right so I’m here in order to help you guys. McNally: You do realize the last time you helped us with commentary, Mach lost a match? WCW: Shut up! We have a match about to start. Edison: Yeah! Be quiet. Phillip: And the challenger, from The End of the Tracks, weighing in at 360 pounds, THUNDER TRAIN! Gourmet Race Metal Mix plays and out walks Thunder Train. He looks around the crowd a bit then focuses on the ring. The crowd is on their feet cheering the big man. Mach in the ring has some harsh words for the challenger and the two taunt each other. Then, in a rare case, Train begins to run down to the ring. He gets inside and begins to trade shots with Mach.*Bell Rings* McNally: Things are already picking up! The two adversaries trade lefts and rights. Mach gets the upper hand and sends Train closer to the ropes. He then steps back and runs, clotheslining Thunder Train over the top rope. Train flips to the outside, hitting the mat. Mach inside the ring taunts the crowd with a smirk and raises his arms. However, Train gets right back into the ring and turns around Mach. He kicks him in the stomach then throws him through the middle rope to the outside. Mach stumbles back up then Train gives him a chop. Mach grabs his chest and steps back. Train stays right on the attack and grabs Mach’s head. He then slams it into the announce table. Edison: Watch out! WCW: Jesus! He can’t be doin that! McNally: I knew this would be physical, but I didn’t think it would happen so fast. Mach’s head goes bouncing off the wooden and/or plastic announce desk. Train holds the back of Mach’s head and leads him over to the steps. He is about to slam his head down, but Mach stops him by placing his hands on the steps. He counters with an elbow to the side of Train’s head then slams Train’s head onto the steps him self. Mach looks over and grabs a chair from a man sitting down. He pulls the man up and throws him into the crowd. Mach takes the chair and folds it up then gives Train an evil look. He charges and tries to smash Train’s head in, but Train stands up. The shockwave from the shot, causes Mach to drop the chair. Train picks up the chair and smashes it into the face of Mach. Mach falls down and Train raises the chair up in victory, much to the delight of the crowd. McNally: I think Mach is busted open here. WCW: Train can’t use a chair, that is cheating. Edison: Yeah! Obviously, Train is just taking advantage of the situation. McNally: ... Max’s prediction is right, Mach is busted open and a bit woozy. Mach leans up against the steps and Train tries to knee him but pulls a Foley spot. Train lands on his back and both men are already hurt and the match has been going on for barely five minutes! Mach looks under the ring for something and finds a steel pipe underneath. He grabs it but conceals it from Train. Train slowly begins to stand and when he reaches his feet he turns around to Mach. He goes to pick up the champ but Mach was playing possum! Mach hits Train in the stomach with the pipe then takes both and holds it horizontally. He runs at Train and holds it up against his throat, choking him and driving him back. Both men end up going over the barricade and hitting the cement hard.Mach is the first to get to his feet and goes through the crowd and sits behind the announce table. He motions to get a headset from WCW. Hollywood: And that right there is why I am the greatest champion this company has ever seen Brudah! WCW: YEAH! Now go finish the job! Hollywood: Oh please, give me some time. Hand me that water. McNally: Mach, this isn’t a very appropriate time for this. Hollywood: Shut your mouth before I close it for you. Suddenly, Train appears behind Mach and grabs him . Train picks him up and slams him onto the announce table, which doesn’t break. Mach goes sliding off of it and Train follows by stepping on top of the guardrail then over the announce table. Train grabs Mach and begins to head toward the limo. He slams Mach’s head against the ring post then again off the barricade, doing damage as they move. The two men reach the edge of the ringside area and Mach begins to fight back. He hits Train in the back of the knee, causing his leg to buckle. Mach then punches Train in the head and the mid-section. Mach is now in control and Irish Whips Train into the much stiffer barricade. Train’s back goes bouncing off the ropes and back to Mach, who lands a DDT on Train. McNally: Oh my God! Right on that steel. Folks that will not give. That is solid steel... Edison: Train is knocked out here, it’s as good as over. WCW: See! DO YOU SEE!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 16:13:15 GMT -5
Train remains motionless on the floor. Mach stands up and grabs the arm of Train he begins to drag Train away toward the limo. He gets to the back of the Hummer and opens up the door. We see the kickass inside of it as Mach attempts to pick up Train and set him inside. He gets him in and slams the door! But wait! It won’t close. There is something blocking it from happening. A wrench is inbetween the door. Train then kicks it open in the face of Mach, sending him back. Train gets out of the limo and begins to hit Mach with the wrench. He uses the handle end to jab the stomach of Mach then nails the back of him. Mach stands back up holding his back in pain. Train grabs him and belly-to-belly suplexes him into the limo. Mach hits the limo and falls to the ground. Train stomps on Mach then chokes him with his boot. Mach gasps for air and scratches at the leg of Train. Train stops then pulls Mach to the side of the limo and sets him up in front of the window. Edison: What the hell is Train doing here? McNally: I have no idea but I have a feeling it will be extremely brutal... Mach leans up against the side of the limo with the window right behind his head. He has no idea where his as Train charges him. Train goes for a big boot through Mach, but Mach falls out of the way, sending Train’s leg through the window! The glass shatters and shards of it go everywhere. Train’s leg is also a bit stuck. As he struggles to get it out, Mach gets behind him and German Suplexes Train onto the cement. McNally: Train has to have a concussion. I don’t know how Train can get up from this. WCW: And that is why Mach has five star matches every time he goes out there! Mach gets up and now he is in control. He takes Train and instead of heading to the limo, he heads to the backstage area. He grabs Train by the head and bounces his head off the stage. The two disappear behind the curtain and it takes a second before the camera can see them again. But when the feed comes back, Train is leaning against some storage crates and Mach is on top of him choking him. Mach lets go and Train falls down. Mach walks over and grabs a garbage can then walks back and smashes the head of Train with it. Mach picks up Train then scoop slams him down onto the garbage can. Train’s head is now bleeding and his face makes a twisted look Mach takes Train by the leg then ties something around him. He then grabs a golf cart and ties the rope to the end of it, in a Seven Deadly Sins fashion. He turns it on and begins to drive away. Train goes skidding around the floor, hitting people, racks with steel bars on them, doors, everything! Train however, is able to grab a hammer as he is sliding around. Mach stops near a door used for loading and unloading only. He goes back and unties Train, who now has a bunch of skid marks on his back. Edison: Oh man, that is some pretty nasty stuff. McNally: This is very gruesome... Mach unties the leg of Train, but he doesn’t see the hammer that Train has in his hand. Mach rolls over Train and gets greeted with a hammer to the head. Mach goes back and falls into some boxes. Train finishes untying himself then once he stands up, out of nowhere, your average everyday limo, comes blasting through the entrance in reverse, knocking the golf cart out of the way. Train barely gets out of the way as the limo parks. Train stands up and knocks on the driver’s window, who does nothing. Mach jumps Train from behind and begins to choke him with something, probably a piano wire. While choking Train, Mach opens the door for the limo and throws Train inside, however, Train grabs the leg of Train and brings him in. The two brawl inside of the limo with the door open then the camera guy hits the back of it as a joke and it begins to drive off. Edison: What did that camera man do? McNally: I believe he hit it to signal for the driver to go. Edison: I can see that but what does this mean? Is the match over? McNally: I don’t think so as the door has to be closed. The driver goes out and begins to drive down the street. The sunroof begins to open now and Train climbs out of it. He gets on the roof of the car and is soon followed by Mach. The door of the limo now closes and the two men are on top of the limo! They begin to punch each other with both evenly matched. Train gets the upper hand once he kicks Mach back over the windshield. The driver makes a few sharp turns in the heavy traffic. Mach retaliates by grabbing the windshield wiper and pulling it off the front of the car. He sits back up and is about to stab Train with it. However, before he can lunge forward, the limo stops and the two men fly forward off of it. They stand up and brush themselves off, it seems as if they are about to fight once more when they notice something. Thunder Train: Wait a second...what does that sign say?Hollywood: What are you talking about jabroni? Thunder Train: The sign over there behind you.Hollywood: What? SCIENTOLOGY CELEBRITY BANQUET. [/size] Hollywood: You’ve got to be shitting me....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 16:13:45 GMT -5
The two look back at each other then shrug and continue fighting. They brawl over to the lawn and Mach slams Train’s head into the sign. Train stumbles back closer to the window. Mach runs at Train and the two go flying through the window to the banquet hall. The celebrity Scientologists all stand up and are shocked at what they see. Train and Mach both stand up and see there surroundings then Mach hits Train in the back of the head with a bottle. Mach drags Train’s body over to a table and sets him up on it. He then goes for a Macho Slam, but Train elbows him and picks up Mach. OM NOM BOMB! On the table! The table breaks and both men are seemingly knocked out. The rest of the Scientologists look on over the men. Train and Mach both start to come to and see that the Scientologists are staring at them. They both pop up and look around. Edison: LOOK AT THEM CRAZY PEOPLE! McNally: They aren't crazy people! Hollywood: Man, this is creeping me the fuck out. I think we need to team together and take these sons of bitches out. Thunder Train: You know what, I think you are right. If we wanna end this the right way, we gotta take care of these freaks.The two stand back to back and the camera circles around in an epic manner and see various celebrity Scientologists like Tom Cruise, John Travolta..umm...their wives? That’s pretty much all the celebrities that anyone cares about (OK just me) that are scientologist. NEVERTHELESS! Mach and Train begin to destroy them left and right. Mach slams one man through a table then Rock Bottom’s two at once through a giant ice sculpture of Xenu. Train on the other hand, tosses a few out the window. However, Train is distracted by the free buffet! He runs over and begins eating all the food. This leads Mach to a disadvantage as Tom Cruise and John Travolta hold him down and begin choking him. Hollywood: DAMMIT TRAIN! HELP ME! Train turns around and sees his “ally” being killed. Train runs over and spears down both of them. He helps up Mach and they turn back around to see that they are way outnumbered no matter what they do. The Scientologists swarm them and grab them. The two are then thrown out of the place and land in wet cement! The two men are disgusted at what happened but realize they have a match to fight. WCW: They would never throw out a major star like Mach! McNally: I think maybe they are crazy... Edison: I told you.. The two begin to beat each other in the cement in a very not hawt manner. Oh shit, they are wounds on both of them and now cement is getting in them? Is that bad? Not sure, but anyway, Mach gets up and begins to walk away from the hall and Train follows after, tackling him into the street. McNally: They are gonna hit by traffic! This is way too much! WCW: ANY MEANS NECESSARY! The two roll, just barely avoiding traffic. They end up on the other side of the road and see two kids with scooters coming by. They jack the scooters and race back to the arena. Mach is ahead of Train, but Train catches up. He throws a turtle shell at Mach, causing him to stumble. Train gets ahead and finds a banana peel and throws it behind him. Mach narrowly avoids the banana but finds a mushroom. Mach eats it and for some reason he gets a boost! Edison: Lets-A-Go! McNally: *Facepalm* I can't believe this... The two are neck and neck as they get back to the arena. They continue to race but Train’s scooter soon begins to fail as the wheels pop off, Train is now riding on nothing but the steel plating of it. Train makes sparks as he goes but soon comes to a stop. Mach gets ahead of him and looks back to taunt Train, but two men carrying a table step in front of him and Mach hits the table and falls off his scooter! Train goes over to Mach and now the match is actually a match again. Train picks up Mach and punches him in the face. Mach steps back a bit and Train punches him again. The two head back to the ring area so the camera cuts off for a second. McNally: Here we go! I think this is where it's all gonna end. WCW: Yeah! Here comes the champ! The two once again appear in front of the crowd, who begins to cheer. Train is in control as he slams Mach’s head off of the hood of the limo. Train climbs on top of the limo and brings up Mach with him. He looks to be setting Mach up for a Rock Bottom but Mach kicks him below the belt. Mach counters with a Rock Bottom of his own on the top. Train hits the top hard and the whole limo shakes. Train then slides off and falls a few feet to the floor. Mach slowly goes off the side of it as well. He lands on his feet but he is on the opposite side of the limo. He limps over to Train, who is to his feet now, but resting against the limo. He kicks Train then brings him to the back of the limo. He goes to open the door, but Train stops him and kicks him in the stomach followed by a low blow. Mach falls to the floor and Train falls against the limo. WCW: Oh fuck! I am NOT gonna let this happen. Not this way dammit! McNally: What the hell are you doing? Sit down dammit. Edison: Yeah! Go save Mach. McNally: Don't encourage him... WCW gets up from his broadcasting position and runs over to the limo. He has some object in his hand and he smashes Train in the back of the head with it. Train just turns around and lifts up WCW. He turns around and the limo door begins to open from the inside. It pops open and Rawt is in there. He jumps out and clotheslines Train, who drops WCW in the process. Rawt begins to stomp on Train and lifts up Train. Rawt Irish Whips Train into the limo then charges and body splashes him. Train falls to his knees and Rawt holds his arms behind his back. Mach is now up and he stands in front of Train. He spits in his face then kicks him down. Meanwhile, WCW has opened up the back of the limo and has taken some handcuffs from inside. Rawt rolls Train over and get his hands ready to be handcuffed. Mach has totally turned his back on the situation and is talking to the crowd, taunting them. McNally: You wanna talk about being screwed? What the hell is this! This is sickening! Edison: There is nothing that can stop them from doing this! However, as Train is about to be handcuffed, he breaks the grip of Rawt and elbows WCW in the crotch. Train begins to punch Rawt and try to get him to back up. Rawt is stunned and surprised by the blows and backs up. Mach turns around now and attends to the aid of WCW. He picks him up and sets him aside. Then he turns his attention to Train. He hits Train from behind and sends him down. He helps up Rawt now and the two discuss something but Train comes back and double clotheslines the two of them. They both go down and Train has a new second wind. He walks over to WCW and grabs the handcuffs from him. He walks back over to the two men and handcuffs Rawt’s arm to the guardrail. Rawt, begins to thrash around trying to find anyway out, but he can’t Train just taunts him. Edison: Oh man! Things have just turned for the better for Train. McNally: Train has his second wind here. He might do it. Meanwhile, Mach has been climbing up the set to the top of it. Train sees this and climbs up after him. Hollywood gets up top and crawls to the far side. Train is right up there behind him. Train and Mach share a few words and Hollywood pleads for Train to stop. Then, Hollywood pulls out a fire extinguisher and sprays it in the face of Train. Train stumbles around and gets dangerously close to the edge. Train steps back though and doesn’t fall off. Mach tries to punch him though and get him to fall. Mach goes for a big punch but Train catches him and sets him up for an OM NOM BOMB! The weight though is just too much and both men fall of the stage! CRASH!
Edison: DAAAAAANNNNGGRROUUSSS! The two men destroy the top of the limo and blow out all the windows and the windshield. Both of them lie motionless inside the limo.. The crowd is on their feet as they can’t believe it. It seems as if the doors are closed, but not quite. The side door is open ever so much from the impact. The door begins to open with the use of some object and the crowd questions who could be doing it. Then an arm can be seen, it’s Thunder Train! Thunder Train crawls out of the limo and looks back in. He sees Mach’s corpse and spits in that direction before flipping off Mach. He then kicks the door shut and the crowd stands up and cheers. *Bell Rings* Phillip: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW ACW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION, THUNDER TRAIN! McNally: HE DID IT! TRAIN ACHIEVED HIS GOAL! HE HAS FINALLY BEATEN HOLLYWOOD MACH! BAH GAWD! Edison: HE DID IT ALRIGHT! TRAIN DID IT! NEW CHAMPION! The referee runs over and hands Train the title. He raises it up above his head in great glory and victory. The crowd’s cheer and Train gets a tear in his eye. Rawt and WCW are shocked at what they see. Train falls into the barricade and the fans applaud him as he holds up his newly won title for the camera. Train limps over to the limo and stands on top of the remains. He raises up the belt and pyros shoot off from the stage. Rawt and WCW are now inside the limo and begin to pull out their “Fallen Hero” Train stands in victory as we fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 16:14:28 GMT -5
*NEW*Goodbye, Old Friend... By Dave Shadow As the camera cuts backstage again, we find the medics wheeling a stretcher out of the arena through the car park. Lying up on it is the still unconscious body of Mickey Cole, his hands on his chest and a breathing mask on his face. The medics rush him through, heading for an ambulance, but as they do, Charlotte King comes rushing after them, microphone in hand. King: What happened to him? Medic: We don’t know, but we’ve got to get him to a hospital. Stand back. King: But... Medic: Stand back! As the medic shouts, King is stopped in her tracks. She stares after them, as they load him into the ambulance. She looks worried, but her face changes as she spots Dave Shadow leaning against the side of a car, watching the medics and Cole. She walks over to him, trying to be sympathetic, but also looking for some information on what happened. King: Dave, what... Dave: I did. That is what happens when you piss me off King. That is a message to everyone in ACW. Cole is a man who has stood by me for years. But he is not in the best interest of ACW. He never was. He should never have worked here when there was others to do his job.King: Wh...oh my God. You did this... Dave: For the real ACW interview staff? Yes. Consider him a necessary cut from the staff so we can continue to make sure we can pay the better journalists. Consider this my way of saying I think you’re doing a fantastic job here. Consider this my way of helping ACW.King: How does this help anybody? Dave: Cole was a poor interviewer. He asked stupid questions, and he only ever interviewed me. He had no interest in anyone else, no passion for this promotion. And that’s not what we need anymore. From now on, this is all about the love of ACW. If wanting to see this company thrive makes me a bad guy, then so be it. The fans can boo me, but I can rest easy in the knowledge that I am justified in what I do, and what I do is in everyone’s best interests.King: What about Cole’s interests? Dave: Cole was collateral damage. An unfortunate victim of inevitability. It was only a matter of time till it happened. It nearly did a few weeks ago when he got into the fight with Jefferson. Trust me, in the long run, it will be worth it.King: I’m sorry Dave, but I don’t like this, and neither will the fans. Dave lets out a laugh, before grabbing the microphone off King. He looks into the camera with a message for those watching.Dave: Attention fans. I don’t care what you think now. I am sorry if you do not appreciate the fact I wish to see this company thrive and flourish. I am only acting in ACW’s best interests. And I want everyone to know that I am not alone in this matter. If anyone wants to join this crusade then I’m not hard to find. You may not like that. You may not even respect that. But someday...you will thank me for it.Dave shoves the microphone back towards King, as the ambulance tears away in to the night. Dave gives it an evil little smile, before opening his car door and starting the engine. He drives out of the arena, into the dark shadows of the night, leaving King standing there, speechless, as we...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 16:14:56 GMT -5
Look at what we did, came a long way from dirty ghetto kids
The intro to Lupe Fiasco’s Kick Push II begins playing as there are various shots of an unknown white man working out in a run down gym. The clips fade in and out very fast: push ups, jump rope, boxing in a ring, a huge haymaker punch knocks down large man, a takedown and submission, a massive T-Bone Suplex, among many other flashy looking move. The clips fade away as the chorus plays.
Over his shoulders swear he never look, cuz wasn’’t nothing back there but the BLACKNESS, life wasn’t too attractive. [/i][/color][/size] ENTER THE BLACKNESS. FALLEN HEROES 2009[/center] (Credit: It’s a secret, naturally...)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 16:15:18 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 30, 2009 16:16:41 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 30, 2009 16:17:18 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 30, 2009 16:17:46 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?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 16:18:13 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.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 16:18:41 GMT -5
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 !!! 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 !!! 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.
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