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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 16:19:06 GMT -5
Maxwell McNally: Brace yourself, Edison! The action is coming our way! That it is. Steele takes FSX by his hair and yanks him towards the Steele ring post, smashing his head against it for good measure! Unfortunately for the World Champion, he goes to the well too many times and FSX counters with a ring post shot of his own! Steele stumbles over to the announce table where Edison and McNally leap back. FSX quickly joins him and takes Steele’s head and slams it against the table with vicious intent. Steele falls backwards onto the ring apron and FSX runs at him and takes him down with a clothesline! Steele falls to the padded floor, but before FSX can capitolize further, Homicide leaps out of his corner and lands his arm into the side of FSX’s neck. Fallen Souls falls next to Steele and it is as if we have a massive car pileup outside the ring. Not wishing to be left out, Thunderkiss storms the scene and joins the dog pile thanks in part to a Lee Homicide dropkick to the knee! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Clean up in isle nine! It’s like a train wreck out here! Maxwell McNally: Don’t say that, Edison. The last thing this match needs is Thunder Train joining the fray! The last man standing, Lee Homicide, goes to grab a chair but Reynolds quickly puts a stop to that. Seizing it away from him, he directs Homicide back to his corner and also does the same with Thunderkiss. When the dust finally settles, the spotlight is put back on FSX and Jake Steele. Not wanting any more part of the outside, considering there is another match for them to be had, they return to the ring where each man takes in a deep breath. Their bearings returned, they pick up where they left off. FSX drives two knees into Steele’s gut and then hits the back ropes and bounces off of them with great speed. He hooks Steele’s head on the way back and drives it down with a SMALL PACKAGE DDT! Steele’s head says hello to the canvas and just as quickly the rest of his body joins him. FSX hooks his body into Steele’s and lays his weight onto his shoulders. Will it be enough? ONE!
TWO!!
TH ... KICK OUT !!! No. Jake Steele kicks out at the last second and is able to latch onto FSX’s legs on his way upwards. What happens next stuns everyone including the crowd as Steele is able to slap FSX into a BROOKLYN CRAB! The sharpshooter comes out of nowhere and worst of all for the DP fans, it’s slapped on in the middle of the ring. FSX struggles to break loose but this will be a monumental task for him. Thunderkiss tries to come into the ring but is cut off by Reynolds who will have none of it. It is going to be up to X to break loose and him alone. With the pain overwhelming him, he digs down deep and ignores it. His mind focuses all of its energy to his finger tips and that’s all it takes for him to go forward towards the ropes. In the span of two minutes, he latches his hands upon them and Reynolds forces Steele off of him. Double Penetration is spared. For now. “Fast” Eddie Edison: I have to give credit where credit is due, FSX impressed me greatly with that escape. Any normal mad would have tapped. Maxwell McNally: True, but at what cost did it come at? Surely he cannot have much left in the tank. That is the million dollar question at the moment and only FSX knows the answer to it. As he inches his way to his corner it becomes most clear that he doesn’t like the answer. Luckily for him, TK’s hand is already out and he is able to slap it before Jake Steele can do further damage. In comes Kiss and the crowd pops for another round between Jake and TK. They lock up in the middle of the ring in a show of strength. Unlike most opponents, Steele can hold his own and this does not please the Worldbreaker. In fact, it drives him to the point of slapping Steele right across his face in a show of complete disrespect. Steele then returns fire, and before you know, a melee breaks out in the ring that involves both teams. Lee Homicide is not one to stand back and watch a teammate get disrespected like that. He comes into the ring and begins to beat down upon Thunderkiss and this in turn brings in FSX. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Jailbreak! Maxwell McNally: Reynolds must restore order out there! Things are getting completely out of hand! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Easier said that done, Mr. McNally! We have a Texas Tornado on our hands as both teams trade blows and moves. The only flash of wrestling comes when The Road Steelers down Thunderkiss long enough to double team FSX. Together they whip him into the ropes and catch him on the way back with a Three D type maneuver! FSX’s pain only increases as Steele puts him upon his shoulders and stands before one of the corners. Lee climbs up that very set of turnbuckles and leaps off with a hurricanerana that crashes X’s head into the mat! Their celebration is short lived, however, as Thunderkiss comes out of NOWHERE and knocks Lee straight the fuck out with a GOODNIGHT KISS! Steele’s jaw drops as he watches his partner get obliterated by TK’s finisher. Maxwell McNally: GOOD! “Fast” Eddie Edison: NIGHT! Steele’s jaw is sent upwards as Lee’s body crashes into his own, their heads hitting against one another. Down they go and Thunderkiss is the lone survivor. He stands amongst all the fallen bodies and raises his hand triumphantly in the air .. Maxwell McNally: Hey, waitaminute, what is she doing out here! Uninvited, Misono comes running down the rampway and tends to Road Steeler’s business. From outside the ring, she low blows Thunderkiss and the effects are numbing to the Worldbreaker. He falls straight down onto the pile and luckily enough, right on top of the other legal man, Jake Steele. Steele’s incapacitation combined with TK’s weight proves to be a force most deadly. ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! GENOCIDE WINNERS: DOUBLE PENETRATION! From outside the ring, Misono holds both palms against her face in horror as the realization begins to set in, she just cost Steele the match. Meanwhile, Thunderkiss rolls off of Steele and does not partake in any post match celebrations; his attention lies elsewhere. Turning to his good buddy, he leaves him with just one word that sums up his feelings. Thunderkiss: Goodluck. Thunderkiss without saying another word picks up his Tag Titles from the timekeeper’s booth and he walks up the ramp. Misono keeps her palms over her face in shock as their initial plan backfired. Lee Homicide is helped out of the ring by an assisting referee and Misono rolls in the ring to check on Steele, apologizing to him for her mishap. This brings us to a quick fade as the five minute intermission begins.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 16:19:28 GMT -5
“TILL DEATH DO US PART - III” Credit: Thunderkiss [As we rejoin the drama unfolding in the upper floor of the ACW office building, the wedding ceremony is well underway. The beaming groom could not be more happier; the bride could not be more the opposite. Her hands clutched together in prayer, Anna hopes that soon hers will be answered. Little does she knows that her guardian angel fast approaches, only this one has no wings and weighs 353 pounds. Until then she is at the mercy of her love struck admirer and a minister who looks as if he just walked off the set of “The Exorcist.”] Minister: Do you, Anna Sommers, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? Aiden Joseph *mimicking in Anna’s voice*: I DO! Anna Sommers: You - *HRUMPH!*[The truth hurts only if you hear it. His hand over her mouth, this imposter will not feel the sting of her words. Nothing in the world will bring him down from cloud nine, nothing.] Aiden Joseph: Now, now honey, save the jubilation for later. *looking at preacher* She’s extremely overwhelmed, what can I say?!Minister: And do you, Aiden Bryce Joseph, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? ~!~CRACK~!~ [No need for a full course meal at the reception for the groom has just been served a knuckle sandwich. Bursting through the conference room door, Thunderkiss’ power and quickness aid him in a successful surprise attack. Even he becomes a bit impressed as he watches the fake tumble over like a domino.] Thunderkiss: I’ll .... wait .... he’ll get back to you on that one, padre. Aiden Joseph: No! I will NOT allow you to ruin this moment. You almost ruined my life once, you abomination, it will not happen again! Thunderkiss: Wow, you ARE nuts. Well buddy, I know you are into this whole “you are me” thing but I think you should know what you are getting into here. Believe me, If I were you, I’d call it a night right now. I lived with the bitch, pal. You do not want any of what she’s offering, despite the fact that she’s got quite the ass and tits on her.Aiden Joseph: You quell your tongue, you simpleton! Anna Sommers: Totally, you sleezebag. Aiden Joseph: Your support lights my heart asunder, my love. Anna Sommer: Oh shut up you freak. Thunderkiss: Yeah, listen to the lady.Aiden Joseph: ENOUGH! This party is invitation ONLY, Thunderkiss! [His mental state snaps like a twig, if it hasn’t already, that is. This room, let alone this federation, is not big enough for the two of them and it’s time for one to take an early curtain call. Aiden’s hate commands him to stand; his rage commands him to charge. His mind clouded by anger, “Aiden’s” attacks are too direct, too straight forward. It takes only a few seconds for Thunderkiss to survive his copycat’s initial rampage and return fire with a stun shot: the Box Office Smash. Unable to defend himself, Aiden is lifted just a foot away from the ceiling. Accepting defeat in this battle, he has only the following to say.] Aiden Joseph: So tell me, “Blunderkiss,” do you really think this is over? Thunderkiss: I do.[Thunderkiss takes aim at a nearby window. Painting a bulls eye in the middle of it with his eyes, he winds up and tosses his clone at it, hitting it dead center. An inch of glass is no contest for the velocity of a rapidly approaching human body and it shatters into countless pieces upon impact. Score fifty points.] ~!~CRASH~!~ [Throughout the tussle the minister remained calm and collective. A man of his word, he came here tonight to see his job to an end. His last words were a question directed to a one “Aiden Bryce Joseph.” It took longer than expected, but “Aiden Bryce Joseph” has finally answered. Just one more sentence until his work here is done.] Minister: Then by the power invested in me... Thunderkiss: !Anna Sommers: ! Fans: ! [All the air in the room is sucked up in one large, collective gasp. For a few seconds the world comes to a complete standstill as everyone in earshot waits for the second shoe to the drop.] Minister: I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride. Thunderkiss: Oh shit.[Anna immediately bursts into tears when she realizes what has just happened, the sound of which causes Ginger’s heart to skip a beat when he finally arrives on the scene. Upon seeing the bizarre room, the twisted minister and the shattered window, the Chairman has only one question to ask but it will have to wait. Being the loving father that he is, Ginger tries his best to comfort her daughter. That takes priority above all else.] Anna Sommers *crying*: Nooooooooooooo!!!! Gingerdude: What happened here? Anna? Anna are you okay? Anna Sommers: No, daddy! No! I-I-I ... Gingerdude: You what, darling? It’s okay, just tell me. Anna Sommers: I’m married! Gingerdude: Married? What?! To whom?! [She cannot even say his name; she can only point. Ginger’s heart sinks as he follows the tip of her index finger to the center of Thunderkiss’ chest.] Thunderkiss: HEY DAD![He has been through hell. The Chairman has seen it all, hostile takeovers, crazy Welshmen and even budget breaking lawsuits. However, the thought that he and Thunderkiss are actually family is enough for his heart to take a mini vacation.] Anna Sommers: Daddy?! Daddy?! NOOOOO! Thunderkiss: Oh, he’ll be fine! You know, I might hate your guts woman, but I’d say we let bygones be bygones and get this marriage consummated! What do you say?! [TO BE CONTINUED ON MELTDOWN]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 16:19:54 GMT -5
Match 10: ACW World Championship Jake Steele(c) vs. Fallen Souls (Credit: Steele)
The five minute intermission is over. This is it, the match that not only will settle what has become a personal vendetta, but will be for all of the marbles. Misono, now in the corner of Jake Steele, stands outside of the ring watching on as Phillip Jones stands between the two men in the center of the ring as he announces them from their respective corners.
Phillip Jones: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is the Main Event, and it is for the ACW World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York! Weighing in at two-hundred and thirty four pounds, he is - Jake! STTTEE-
Fuck all of that. The bell rings as Steele pushes past Phillip and pounces on Fallen Souls with hard lefts and rights to the face and the shoulders of FSX. Throwing down his hard knuckles onto the body of Fallen Souls, Steele begins to take out his frustrations that has been brought upon him for the entire month of March, and even his new found frustrations of not having the chance to walk out of Genocide as a Double Champion for the second time in his career. Fallen Souls could careless about his frustrations though, as he lifts up the bigger Steele and almost football tackles him down to the ground, beginning to unleash rights and lefts of his own as Steele throws his elbows up to protect his face.
Steele pushes FSX off of him and rolls onto his feet, charging back at FSX as he picks him up around the waist and tackles him back into the corner. Steele throws a hard elbow into the jaw of FSX before he scoops him up and puts him on the top rope, following that up with another right hook, which almost causes FSX to fall off the top rope and to the outside of the ring. Steele sees this and tries throwing another shot, but it’s blocked by the hand, as he kicks Steele back a few inches. Steele holds onto the side of his face, not letting the kick effect him much as he moves right back to the corner. Only this time FSX wraps his legs around the neck of Steele and moves out of the corner with what looks to be a Hurricarana. He guides Steele to the ropes, and then uses his own agility and strength to flip Steele over and out onto the mat.
Steele flips and rolls up against the barricade, one leg kneed and the other extended out a bit as he holds his back. He is quick to get up as FSX stands on the apron, one hand on the top rope before he jumps off aiming for a second Hurricarana. Steele this time catches him in mid-air and powerbombs him onto the mat!
Edison: Ouch!
McNally: This has been a pure Street Fight so far. Both men want the other to not make it out of this arena at full health, hell I honestly think they want each other dead!
Steele drags FSX and slams his head against the steel steps hard, flowing after that with more hard rights as he’s shooting for blood. FSX doesn’t show signs of it, so Steele pulls him off of the steps, pulling him back to the opposite corner. He then grabs FSX by the arm, lunging him across and into the steel steps face first as the top step falls off from the bottom!
McNally: Did you hear the impact of FSX’s head to that steel, Eddie!?
Edison: I think even Helen Keller heard that.
FSX lays face first on the bottom step, hoping that he could have a second to breathe, but that just isn’t going to happen. Because Steele pulls him off and everyone sees now that FSX is bleeding. Blood drips from his forehead as Steele rolls FSX into the ring, then rolls him back out breaking Fleming’s ten count. With that out of the way Steele takes FSX over to the announce table of Eddie Edison and Maxwell McNally, smashing Fallen’s forehead against the black covering of the table, opening up the cut on his face even more. Fallen slides down as Steele lets go of the back of his head and begins to remove the covering. Tossing it aside, Steele also pulls out the television monitors. He keeps one of them in his hand, holding onto it with both palms, waiting for Fallen Souls to get to his feet. Fallen does just so after a few seconds, and Steele rams the monitor into Fallen’s skull!
McNally: Isn’t that a disqualification?
Edison: No… a television monitor doesn’t count as a weapon because it’s something you watch that something you attack someone with.
McNally: He just hit FSX with it!
Edison: Yeah, because Fallen Souls interrupted his television time.
Steele looks around for a moment and calls Misono over to him. She runs over to him, and he directs her to pick up Fallen Souls and hold him up. Steele isn’t trying to cheat or anything like that, he just wants FSX to suffer. She struggles to get him up but eventually she does. With him sloppily held up, Steele smirks and steps back a bit. He slaps his knee, signaling a early finish as he sprints to FSX, only to have him move to the side, clutching the announce table as Steele has to very quickly catch himself from hitting Misono dead in the face, which would be the last thing he wants to do. Steele holds up his to Misono as she holds up her hands to her face in shock just incase the move would have hit. Misono and Steele both take deep breaths, Misono turning her back to Steele, thinking they avoided a collision but really they haven’t as FSX pops up behind both of them with a dropkick to Steele! Steele falls forward onto Misono and lands right on top of in a very peculiar situation.
Edison: Hey Max, what’s your favorite Snoop Dogg album?
McNally: Doggystyle!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 16:20:20 GMT -5
The crowd laughs at the chain of events as Steele poses for the cameras as he sticks his tongue out and nods his head. Misono on the other hand doesn’t think it’s funny as she pushes Steele off of her. Steele stands up and gives off a “Come on, baby!” look, as she looks sort of mad. Her expression changes suddenly though as she tries to tell Steele to look behind him. He doesn’t know what she means at first, but then he gets it as he turns around… WHAM! Chairshot which hits directly onto the stitched up wound of Jake Steele! Ray Allen Fleming clearly sees the defiance of the rules and tries to tell the timekeeper to ring the bell, but his order is stopped short as FSX cracks the timekeeper over the head as well! Deranged, Fallen Souls slides into the ring and grabs hold tight of Fleming’s official shirt. FSX: You want to be next!? I suggest that you ignore the ‘rules’ and let this match go the way it has to go!…okay? RAF: Alright, alright! Let go of me! FSX does that and lightly taps RAF on the side of the head, before he slides out of the ring and focuses on Steele, who’s stitches have opened up quite widely by just that one shot to the head. Blood flows freely like a river as nearly half of his face is covered. FSX, keeping the steel chair tucked in between his closed palm, picks Steele up by the shoulder and intends to leave a mark onto his chest with a hard Knife Edge Chop! Steele recoils from it in much pain as he falls back onto the edge of the announce table. FSX pulls him back off of it, and hits him with a second chop, causing as much pain as the first. He then pulls Steele back again with a third chop, this time leaving Steele to rest on the edge of the table. FSX steps away from his war enemy, even turning his back away from him as he looks at the cold, black chair in his hand. He holds it up to his face staring into it for a moment. He then grabs both legs of the chair and cracks it against Steele’s face, as he flies back and behind the announce table! Edison: Oh damnit, he’s getting blood all over where we sit at!McNally: I think it’ll be best if we move away from all of this mayhem Eddie - to the Spanish announce table!“Fast” Eddie Edison shows just how fast he is as he agrees to his commentating partner’s offer, and they jack the headsets of the Spanish announce team, leaving Steele and Fallen to do whatever they please to each other without them getting hurt. Fallen ignores all of it, as he reaches over the announce table and pulls Steele up. He pulls him onto the top of the table, as he stands up on it and does a quick elbow to the back of Steele’s head. The table doesn’t break, but Fallen Souls didn’t plan on it breaking… at least not yet. FSX hops off of the announce table and he throws his chair into the ring, him sliding in after it. He then shoots a look over to Fleming to make sure that he remembers their deal, before he scoops the chair up and starts to ascend the top rope…backwards. The crowd begins to rise to their feet, their attention definitely caught by what FSX looks to be doing. He takes a deep, calm and collective breath before he does a move reminiscent of John Morrison at Wrestlemania XXIV. The chair placed closely to his chest as he Moonsaults off of the top and aims for the announce table and Jake Steele!!!… ~!~CRASH~!~ Edison: DAAAAAAANGGGGGERRRRRRRROOOOOUUUUUUSSSSS!!!!!!!McNally: OH… MY… GAWWWDD!!!At the very last second, Misono pulled Steele from off of the table and FSX went crashing through the table! Holy Shit! Everyone jumps off of their feet, screaming “HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!” as FSX put his life on the line and it backfired. Motionless, RAF doesn’t know what to do but call the EMT’s out to attend to both men, mainly FSX. They rush out to the announcers area, and they check on FSX, who isn’t moving. They see this and call for a stretcher as they quickly throw FSX onto it and begin to wheel him out, the crowd outraged at this match having to stop. The EMT’s and a few backstage workers roll up the ramp with FSX, who begins… to stir? He realizes what is going, and begins to try and move off, though the EMT’s try to keep him down. He keeps trying, and his wishes to continue are answered as Steele limply runs up the ramp and begins punching back the workers and medics, clearly not caring about FSX’s health and wanting this to end on his terms. After getting them away, Steele takes the stretcher of FSX and begins to pull it back down the ramp, stopping at the apron as he takes FSX off the stretcher and throws him into the ring. FSX slowly inching up to his feet basically has no clue as to where he is at the moment as Steele closes his eyes and walks over to the corner and crouches down, beginning to beg and plead for FSX to get up so he can knock right the fuck back down. About a minute passes and FSX gets up to his feet, and Steele does his signature sprint across the ring, only to have FSX get a huge burst of energy and hit Steele with a very quick and not perfectly executed Soul Transfer! The crowd doesn’t know what to say or do right now as FSX throws himself onto Steele and has Fleming make the first pin of this second match. ONE… …TWO… …THR-NO! Steele shoots a arm up into the air as FSX slides off of Steele, his face showing that of a man with no soul and no emotion, his body broken and literally nothing to lose. He stands up and moves to Steele, grabbing hold of his arms and legs as he drags him to center of the ring. FSX then gets on the bottom rope and uses his agility to moonsault off of it and hit directly onto the gut area of Steele! But he isn’t done. He gets back up, and goes back to the ropes, this time climbing up them all the way to the top. Showing he doesn’t care about his own safety, he attempts the second top rope moonsault of the night, hoping for a better outcome than the last. He leaps… …and he misses again! Edison: He has to be done now Max! That’s two Moonsaults missed now! He is done!McNally: If Steele can capitalize, this will be a finished match. He just has to get up now.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 16:20:53 GMT -5
McNally is right, Steele has to rise to the occasion. And as he rolled away from that sure to be match ending Moonsault, Steele slowly but surely gets to his feet. He grabs FSX by his hair, and without a second though tucks his head under FSX’s waist and spins him around in the air, with what looks to be a Olympic Slam!
Edison: Well that’s a new move! Could it be the end!?
Steele throws his arm over the body of FSX and Fleming pins…
ONE…
…TWO…
…THREE! NO!
McNally: My god… these two are relentless. They just won’t give it up!
Drained. Tired. Soulless. It’s been nearly sixty minutes and both competitors can barely move, still breathing and moving simply off instinct and pure fortitude. The reoccurring gash over Steele’s eye which has been opened up and picked at numerous times not only tonight but throughout the entire month. From the first attack, to his Chain Match with Dan White, blood has runneth over in Steele’s cup various times recently. He has crawled over to a corner, which he now sits in, on the second turnbuckle holding himself up with the always trusty use of the ring ropes. He breathes deeply, blood dripping down into his mouth as he’s quick to spit it back out into the mat. Misono tries to climb the apron and use a towel from her back pocket to wipe some of the blood off from his face, though after a few quick dabs she is told to step back by Ray Allen Fleming, who is equally exhausted by being in charge of not one, but two back to back wars inside of the ring.
RAF checks on the champ, asking him if he wants to continue. He gets his answer as Steele shoves him aside and stands up moving towards FSX who is on the opposite corner, passed out on the bottom ropes. Steele takes his hand to the throat of FSX and picks him up… or so he thought. FSX has other plans as he uses the last drops of his might to launch Steele into the extremely cold steel of the turnbuckle pole! Steele’s arm bounces off of it as he slumps down onto his knees with his face facing the padding. FSX staggers away, blood of his own covering his face and parts of his chest. Knowing that he has no time to wait for his opponent to get up, he pulls Jake out of the corner and presses him up close up against his chest, looking at Steele’s eyes which are glazed over as he struggles to stay upright. Fallen Souls allows a devilish smile to draw across his face as he screams out what is said to be the final words before ‘manhood’…
Fallen Souls: Time…for you…to grow up!
Fallen throws Steele onto his shoulders, and with a thunderous thud, Steele crashes onto the mat bouncing a inch or two into the air as Fallen threw everything he had into the move. Falling over Steele with what can be explained as a pure instinct pin. Fleming drops to his knees and makes the final pin as the crowd shouts along with him yet again…
ONE...
….2.…
3!!!
NO!
Edison: How in the world!?
McNally: Look Eddie! Look at the ropes!
And so he, everyone in attendance, and everyone watching at him do. The camera angle shows that with mysterious strength and willpower, Jake Steele threw his boot onto the rope at the count of 2.999. Fallen Souls, barely even knowing where he’s at right now slowly slides off of Steele, having to wonder to himself why no music is playing and why the crowd around him are in such a joyous uproar of cheers. He is notified of what happened as Fleming throws up two fingers in his face. FSX blows air out of his mouth as he rolls off to the ropes and begins to use them once again to get himself up. He wipes some more of the blood out of his eyes as his face shows a clear expression mixed of anger and tiredness. He moves to Steele and picks him up by the arm, pulling him to the middle of the ring as he looks to be going for the second Soul Transfer of the night. He holds onto Steele, taking one last deep breath before he scoops him up and throws him onto his shoulders. He steps back as Steele almost falls to gravity’s might. Fallen Souls lunges himself to Steele… and… RIGHT IN YO FACE!?
McNally: RIGHT IN YO FACE! RIGHT IN YO FACE! MY GOD WITH ALL HIS MIGHT HE HAS HIT THE RIGHT IN YO FACE!
Edison: HOW IN THE HELL!?
Out of the deepest depths of his might, Steele took full chance of the few feet between him and FSX, as he lept into the air with a jaw crushing Buisaiku Knee Kick, better known as the RIGHT IN YO FACE. Fallen Souls falls flat onto the canvas of the ring as Steele crashes with him, the thousands of Road Steelers fans going nuts as Steele’s own agility took him to land directly on the body of FSX. Fleming drops and counts…
ONE…
…TWO…
….THREE!!!!!!
And with that, the bell rings, Phillip announces the victor...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 30, 2009 16:21:25 GMT -5
“ONE DOWN, 29 TO GO” Credit: Thunder Train, Thunderkiss, Steele McNally: He did it! Edison: Steele wins! He beat FSX! Steele rolls off of the fallen body of Fallen Souls. He is sitting down with tears in his eyes as the referee brings over his world championship. Confetti begins to fall as the ref helps up the world champion. Steele rises to his feet and holds up his world championship. Explosions from the set begin and the pyros go off. Steele walks over to the turnbuckle and ascends it. He stands on the second rope and raises up his world title. The crowd is all on their feet applauding the efforts by both men.McNally: What a great match this was, both men gave it everything that got. Edison: Yeah, but I guess it was Steele's night tonight. He showed that he isn't a fluke champion. Steele steps down from the turnbuckle and turns around to see Thunder Train standing there with his newly won International Title. Train is clapping for Steele then the two embrace is a very bromantic way. The two men have tears in their eyes as they hug. The rest of the Road Steelers also make their way down the ramp and get into the ring. XS3 hugs Steele first then taps the title belt and nods his head. Lee, the noob of the group, also gives Steele a quick hug but nothing to the extent of the two others. The three other Road Steelers then stand back and clap as Steele continues to celebrate his victory. McNally: What a moment for the Road Steelers! Edison: The Road Steelers are gonna party hard tonight! I can feel it! McNally: Well Eddie, they deserve it. I guess you could say this is their Guerrero/Benoit moment Edison: Who? McNally: Exactly! Steele goes up to each individual turnbuckle and raises his title to more pyros and confetti. It would make you think that he had JUST won the title and didn't retain in a defense, but whatever. This is what I was told to do, so I am doing it. Steele stands in the middle of the ring next and looks down at his championship belt. He kisses his title belt as his brothers stand around him. He raises up his championship high above his head one more time when suddenly the lights go out! Edison: What the hell is this? McNally: Hello? Can anyone hear me? We need the power back on. Don't ruin this! *GONG*
*GONG* - 1 - *GONG*
Jake Steele....
*GONG* - 2 - *GONG*
... Enjoy your celebration ...
*GONG* - 3 - *GONG*
... You’ve certainly have earned it ...
*GONG* - 4 - *GONG*
... And your degradation of the world title continues ...
*GONG* - 5 - *GONG*
... But know this ...
*GONG* - 6 - *GONG*
... I await ...
*GONG* - 7 - *GONG*
... I await to take back what is mine ...
*GONG* - 8 - *GONG*
... And nothing is going to stop me ...
*GONG* - 9 - *GONG*
... Not you ...
*GONG* - 10 - *GONG*
... Not your Road Steelers ...
*GONG* - 11 - *GONG*
... And not 29 others....
*GONG* - 12 - *GONG*
... While you have fun with that shiny title of yours ...
*GONG* - 13 - *GONG*
... A shadow will be cast upon you...
*GONG* - 14 - *GONG*
... One that has been cast upon countless others ...
*GONG* - 15 - *GONG*
... And not a one has been able to step out of it ...
*GONG* - 16 - *GONG*
... *I* cast that shadow, Jake Steele ...
*GONG* - 17 - *GONG*
... And I go by many names ...
*GONG* - 18 - *GONG*
... The Ultimate Male ...
*GONG* - 19 - *GONG*
... Mr. 500% ...
*GONG* - 20 - *GONG*
... The Saturday Night Slam Master....
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... But you will only know me as one ...
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... Worldbreaker ...
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... You will soon join a list of prestigious list ..
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... That includes the likes of the Senator, Jay Zero, Alicia Kistune, Latino ...
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... And I’ll keep your spot warm ...
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... Don’t worry, no need to watch your back. I won’t come to you ...
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... I am going to force to come to me ...
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... So “champ,” sit back, grab some popcorn and watch me as I do things the hard way ...
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... And clear a path that leads directly to you. ...
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... See you soon .... [The lights pop back on and the entire crowd, from the front row all the way to the nosebleed seats lets out a massive pop. The Road Steeler’s do not share their sediments, in fact, their response is quite the opposite. While Thunder Train looks generally disturbed, Jake Steele is livid beyond belief. How dare someone show him up, especially during such a momentous occasion for his stable? As our show goes off the air, he continues to mouth off against an invisible opponent though he could careless. It’s the thought that counts, after all.] Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by Dan White on Mar 30, 2009 16:22:35 GMT -5
Well, I think I predicted Scott would be good ol' number 4, and it seems like I'm right. But I still marked out. A lot.
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Post by xs3 on Mar 30, 2009 16:46:24 GMT -5
Aside from the awesomeness of Legalized Murder, everyone read Dave Shadow's segment on page one. Don't ask why, just fucking do it.
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Post by Jake Steele on Mar 30, 2009 16:49:33 GMT -5
Best. Show. Ever. Scott's segment with Goblin/Yoko was some of the best stuff I've read in ACW ever. Period. I knew it was going to happen (and I'm not just saying that), but it didn't take away from the segment AT ALL. Fantastic job Scott, Yoko. Also, Shadow's segments were surprising, but perfect. Already I'm a fan of his heel work, great job buddy. "The AIG Knee will be feared from now on." - XS3 It's really cool to see Senator back in the swing of things, and picking up the victory. Kiss had no choice but to Hail to the Chief. Congratulations to Train on the IN Title win, as I've told you before, you deserve it so much dude. You have stuck with me through all the dumb ideas, and the good ones as well, and I'm more than happy to say that together as the Original Road Steelers, we have reached the top of our game. I wanna say thanks to Kiss, Lee, and FSX. Kiss, for ours parts of the feud and other things which I could go on and on about that you've helped me with so far in my reign. Lee for being a great addition to the Road Steelers and open to all ideas. And FSX... like Kiss said, I know you had no intentions on not fully being apart of this feud, but school is far more important than ACW will ever be. I also have to thank you for allowing me to be the guy who retired you, even though we all surely hope you'll be back one day. ACW gets stronger and stronger every passing month. I'm proud of you all.
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Post by lee on Mar 30, 2009 17:38:17 GMT -5
Scott Andrews now has made serious headway in catching up to Yoko on the badass scale. TK's probably the best feud partner a dude could ask for. Everyone should do something with him someday. Dave Shadow's segment was full of win. You. Read. Nao. FSX leaving = . Even though I know he's gonna be back someday .
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Post by Jonny Spade on Mar 30, 2009 18:53:47 GMT -5
FSX leaving = . Even though I know he's gonna be back someday . You should know first hand Lee, you said you werent planning on comming back but here you are. One thing you should always remember. Nobody leaves ACW forever.
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Post by Jake on Mar 30, 2009 19:52:51 GMT -5
Except Blade. And eventually Taylor <_<
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Post by Scott Andrews on Mar 31, 2009 1:10:50 GMT -5
Fuck this show ruled.
Dave's action figure segment was off the chain hilarious.
Congrats to Train! Make it a good run my man.
Some of you write like demons, I just don't get it, haha.
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Post by bryce on Mar 31, 2009 16:02:37 GMT -5
Well somebody had to after I left . Except Blade. And eventually Taylor Hey . Anyway, totally awesome show. Decided to read a show for the first time since I quit and was very glad I did
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Post by Jake Steele on Mar 31, 2009 16:08:53 GMT -5
Well somebody had to after I left . You never were in the first place. You believed you were. Me and FSX had this planned since mid-late January.
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