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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 2, 2009 15:41:02 GMT -5
It’s All in the Name... By Dave Shadow As we cut back to the arena, everyone is looking up at the entrance ramp, waiting to see who the next person out will be. Much to their annoyance though, Dave Shadow’s name and face starts flashing up on the big screen. His new music, “Party Starter” by Will Smith, starts to blast through the arena, as the crowd try and drown it out with boos. Blinding white lights shine out on the stage, the audience forced to shield their eyes. A silhouette walks forward, emerging from the lights, impossible to really make out until it moves further down the ramp. Dave Shadow strides down the ramp, Entertainment Championship belt over his shoulder, dressed in a fine suit and wearing the biggest smile on his face. He stops halfway down the ramp, and looks to the crowd; a child sits on his father’s shoulders, holding a “Why Dave?” sign up in the air. Dave peers at it over the top of his sunglasses, laughing and continuing on. He hops up onto the apron and climbs into the ring.
Dave walks round the ring, lifting the title belt up with one hand, letting the crowd get all their jeers in. His music dies down, as he picks a microphone up from one of the corners and switches it on. Even with the music off though, the noise level is crazy, the fans booing as loudly as they can. Dave moves to the middle of the ring, and looks round. The boos do not affect him in the slightest. His confidence has now turned into a cocky arrogance, his famous smile now perverted and devious. While he looks the same, it is nearly as if Dave Shadow is no longer the same man he was but a week ago, his aura completely changed for the worst....Dave: Let it be known that what happened at Genocide was not a once off. Let it be known that what happened to my good friend Mickey Cole was not simply a fit of rage which is now regretted, but the beginning of a new era here in ACW. Let it be known that what I did....I did for each and every one of you fans.The crowd boo loudly; they certainly don’t appreciate what Dave seemingly did for them.
Dave: Cole had no place here in ACW. The moment I realised that, I jettisoned him as quickly as possible. He was a loyal friend and a good interviewer. But he was only good. And quite frankly...good is no longer good enough. Hence forth, I will be doing everything in my power to make this promotion the best in the world. What this means is that we can no longer settle for good. We can no longer settle for adequate. We must now come to terms with the fact that only the best must be allowed here in ACW.Dave looks to the crowd, staring at them. Their louder they get, the bigger the smile gets on Dave’s face.
Dave: Alpha Championship Wrestling. It’s all in the name ladies and gentlemen. Alpha. The first. The best. We cannot accept anything less than that. When I first told the world that I was Dave Shadow, I know people worried. “He used to run GWF” they said, fearful that perhaps an invasion was on the horizon. I told you all that you would never see one. I told you all that I love ACW, that I am ACW through and through. And that is the truth. I want nothing more than to see this promotion rise to the top of the world and become greater than it’s ever been. And that is why, as of right now, I am letting it be known that I fully plan on winning the Fallen Heroes match in a month’s time.This really is too much for the crowd. They do not want to hear him, and they certainly don’t want to think of him winning the Fallen Heroes match. The camera cuts to some kids, mostly booing, and one even looking to be on the verge of tears.
Dave: I want what’s best for ACW. I want superstars who are not just good but great. I want matches which aren’t just good but fantastic. I want champions that aren’t just good...but who are phenomenal. And quite frankly, ACW only has one champion at the moment who can claim to be phenomenal. It’s not Steele, it’s not Train. It’s Dave Shadow. There’s a reason I hold the Entertainment Championship. It’s because I’ve shown time and time again that I am the most entertaining prospect on the roster. I know you all agree. That’s why I won the award back a few months ago. Remember. “Most Anticipated for 2009”. I’m the guy that you all wanted to see move up the ranks this year. That’s what this is about. And that’s why I will win Fallen Heroes. Because you need a real champion.
Someone who you can look up to. Someone who all the men want to be and all the women want to be with. Someone who you can look at your kid and say “That is what a good role model is!” Someone you can tell your grandkids about one day. And please, do tell your grandkids. Tell them that you saw Dave Shadow way back when, way before he became the World Champion. You need...ACW needs... a champion that they can be proud of.
And you may not like it. But someday....you’ll thank me for it!Dave drops the microphone as his music starts playing over the sound system again. Dave dances to the beat, as the crowd boo him as loudly as they possibly can. Dave climbs out through the ropes, and stops; he stares at the ringside fans, who scream abuse at him. He doesn’t react; he simply turns and walks past them all. As he heads up the ramp, the cameraman tries to get past him.
The fans reactions have not hurt or fazed Dave. A smile spreads across his face. He is delighted....
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 2, 2009 15:41:41 GMT -5
Segment Save for Mainer.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 2, 2009 15:42:16 GMT -5
Match 3: Thunder Train vs. Chris Phenomenal--One Fall to a Finish Credit: Chris Phenomenal
Holding two victories over Thunder Train in tag team action and a handicap match respectively, Chris and Thunder Train squared off looking to find out who the better man was in one on one action. To make things even more interesting Chris was looking to avenge the loss of his Mega Star Alliance team mate Hollywood Mach, and with a win possibly earn himself a shot at the International Title. With both men employing brute strength as their main method of offence it was going to be interesting to see who would come out on top.
The Beginning[/b]
The match started off with a slow pace as Chris and Train engaged in a collar and elbow tie up and tried to bully the other into a corner. Neither man was able to gain the advantage and Chris decided to force the issue kicking Thunder Train in the kneecap to break the hold. From there he went right onto the offence taking Train down with a cravate and locking in a grounded sleeper hold, trying to control Train and keep him grounded. Chris leaned back torturing the neck as much as possible as Train tried to get to his feet. He delivered a few elbow shots to the sternum of Chris loosening the hold and allowing him to get to one knee and turn into the hold. Chris immediately let go of the hold and tried to retake the advantage, connecting with a right jab, and a left uppercut before firing a discus right to the temple catching Train knocking him back over. Chris then went right to work on the knee of Thunder Train once again with a few hard stomps and then a few punches right to the skull before Thunder Train was able to make it to the ropes and forcing the referee to pull Chris Phenomenal off of him. Thunder Train is able to get to his feet but Chris goes right on the attack with a clothesline that sends both him and Thunder Train over the top rope and to the floor below.
The Middle[/b]
Chris was quick to maintain his offence, trying to tire out Thunder Train by picking him up and whipping him into the apron back first and then delivering a running elbow right to the side of his head that staggered him. Chris then looked to delivering a final blow to the behemoth and whipped him into the steel ring steps, jarring them from there supports as Thunder Train appeared to be hurt bad. Chris pounced and fired Thunder Train head first into the bottom step before whipping his massive carcass back into the ring before covering him for a long two count. Chris got to his feet unfazed by the two count and stomped the knee of Thunder Train once again, trying to take the base away from the larger opponent before once again being forced away by the referee. Thunder Train got to his feet and stumbled out of the corner and Chris charged in looking to take his head off with a clothesline but Train ducked it and sent Chris flying into the air over the front rope and his head smacked the ring post full on. The crowd roared with the impact as Chris hit the mat, first with his feet and then fell over nearly out cold. Thunder Train looked on and took control of the match first stomping Chris Phenomenal with a few crushing blows and then whipping him into the corner before coming it with a set of massive knife edge chops before Chris stumbles out of the corner and falls to his knees allowing Train to connect with a brutal Yakuza kick that somehow Chris managed to kick out of.
The End[/b]
Thunder Train had complete control of the match and pulled Chris Phenomenal to his feet. Everyone in attendance expected him to go for the Om Nom Bomb but Train decided to go for a bit more punishment, locking in the One handed brain Crush as Chris immediately tried to rip the hand off of his head as he grimaced in pain. Train had the hold locked in tight and Chris started to fade before realizing he had a small opening. Mustering all the strength left in his body Chris walked into the hold allowing Train to squeeze tighter but somehow managed to pick him up in a firemans carry with the hold still locked on. With everyone in awe of his strength Chris broke into a run, at least as much of a run as one can get into with a 360 pound monster on your shoulders and connected with the Death Valley Pshh as the people in the arena were stunned. It took Chris Phenomenal a second or two to crawl over to Thunder Train and hook the leg as the referee counted the fall …1 …2 …NO!!! The time and effort it took to crawl over to Thunder Train cost Chris the match as he slowly got to his feet ready to try and put the match in the bag. As Train got to his feet Chris delivered a toe kick to the sternum of Thunder Train doubling him over and locked in the hammerlock.
Maxwell McNally: He can’t. He can’t connect with the superman DDT on Thunder Train[/I]
Chris lifts Thunder Train up as the crowd is in awe but as he tries to turn him Train counters leaning back so he lands on the floor and with all the effort he can muster is able to pick Chris up and connect with an awkard looking Om Nom Bomb. In exhaustion Train collapses on top of Chris. …1 …2 …3 Despite his best efforts Chris is unable to kick out from the Om Nom Bomb as Train rolls away, victorious but having gotten a solid test in his first match as International Champion.
The Winner[/u]
By pinfall following an Om Nom Bomb…Thunder Train[/b]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 2, 2009 15:42:50 GMT -5
Segment: Someday We'll Find It ( Credit: Hollywood Mach) We come back from commercials to see a pan of the arena before we get a closeup shot of both Maxwell McNally and Eddie Edison at ringside. Eddie: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen! It has been nearly a week since our epic Payperview Genocide! This event saw many things take place, but one thing thats had a lasting effect is the crowning of a new international champion! A shocking event to say the least![/b] McNally: Thunder Train did it, Edison! He overcame all the odds and finally defeated Hollywood Mach once and for all! A new reign begins...but what does this mean for Macho and the MSA?Eddie: Never count out Macho, McNally! He's the only true gem left in this business! You would do well to - wait, whats that?[/color] The lights dim and a banjo begins to play.... The crowd begin to mark out as the song begins to play as a familiar voice is heard in the backround... Why are there so many Songs about rainbows? And what's on the other siiiiiiiiide? Rainbow's are visions They're only illusions And rainbows have nothing to hide! So we've been told and some chose to Believe it But I know they're wrong wait and see!
The crowd quickly change their positive reaction to a negative one as they see their beloved muppet amphibian come out on the shoulder of what once held the International title...[/center][/i] Kermit: Someday we'll find it....Macho: ---The MACHO Connection![/color] The crowds roars of dissapproval reign supreme and begin to drown out Kermit's banjo... Macho/Kermit: The jabronis, Jemimas - and MEEEE![/size] By this time RDK reaches the ring with Kermit and he steps overtop of the ropes with Kermit still secure on his shoulder. The crowd is irate and Kermit stops playing his banjo. RDK whips out a mic with his free hand that isn't securing Kermit and begins to speak. [/center] Macho: You freaks know damn well theres a Macho Connection! Every stinkin' last one of you! YEAAAAAAAAH![/color] 1...2...3..... Booooooooooo![/size] Macho: The Mach don't wanna hear it! There are more important things to discuss brudahs! First and foremost, the thievery of one MIZTAH THUNDA TITS! Ooooooh BRUD! Chocolate and Locomotives ain't gonna cut it![/color] The crowd begin to start up chants of "Train Train Train Train Train!" [/center] Macho: OH SURE! You're happy hes the champ now - but just you wait! Ratings are gonna decrease and the quality of your show is gonna get just a little more SHIT! Yeaah! You heard me! Straight from the mouth of the Mach - NOBODY DOES IT BETTER - THAN THE MACHO MAYYYYUNNNN----[/color] RDK puts the mic up to Kermit's mouth [/center] Kermit: Arrr-Deee-Kayyy!Macho: You bettah believe dat brudah, cause when The Mach get a cookin' - and the Trayun comes a sniffin', there's gonna be HELL TO PAY! Hollywood don't got time for that shananigans right now though - cause there are bigger oppurtunities out there![/color] Kermit: OoOoH Yeaaah!!RDK pauses and looks at Kermit before cocking an eyebrow and looking back at the crowd in the arena [/center] Macho: Now The Mach was thinkin' - Gee, I guess its that time of the year again, ain't it? Maw goodness it is! Fallen Heroes brudahs and sistahs alike - Fallen Heroes! The one time of the year where Machos and jabronis alike can take a crack at getting an oppurtunity to main event Omega Effect! A feet which even The Macho Man himself has not yet accomplished! Do not fret - The Mach has his plans! And OoOoH Yeaah I am the lord and master of the ring! But let it be known that I will not let a single yellow-bellied bastard get in my way of main-eventing the biggest event of em'all! It's Macho's Time! It's Hollywood Time![/color] RDK adjusts his sunglasses and turns the opposite direction, Kermit is noticeably laughing at the dissaproval the crowd is displaying with shouts of "We Want the REAL Mach" and "Muppets SUCK".... Macho: Now brudahs and sistahs alike, you may be wonderin': "What in the HELL is Kermit doin' here?!" Well it's simple, really! WCW felt we needed to help boost the ratings of this stinkin' show, and who better than my longtime friend Kermit The Frog to help us out? Give a round of applause for the greatest muppet star in Hollywood today![/color]
The crowd refuses - in spite of The Macho Man Kermit: How dare you all! You'd do well to respect an established amphibian! It ain't easy bein' green ya know! Macho: OH BRUDAHBRUDAHBRUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDAH! Ignore these chumps - they're just too goddamn stupid to know true Hollywood Megastars when they see em'! Let's blow this popsicle stand! Yeaah![/color] RDK drops the mic and the show cuts to commercials as Kermit begins to play his banjo as they leave the main arena... [/center] [Fade Out]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 2, 2009 15:43:11 GMT -5
Title: From Russia with love…and vodka…and women…and oh screw it just read. Credit: Chris Phenomenal
One of the most clichéd sayings is “The sweet smell of freedom.” Yet what exactly does freedom smell like; is it the lack of pungent stink from a damp prison cell, crisp air off the oceans crest as opposed to pumped through vents filled with mildew, or in the case of some, Vodka, lot’s and lot’s of Vodka. For what better is there to do after being sprung from a jail cell for engaging in a small argument with another man, than take a trip to the land that at one point sent a bitch to space, no not Caitlynn what’s her nuts but a pooch and drink until one drops. What person would not like to experience the thrill of gorging on mass amounts of Vodka, and possibly hook up with one of Russia’s finest commodities, the innocent, or not so innocent, college girl. With that the scene opens up in a Russian Night Club, more specifically an all night rave. Ecstasy and Crystal Meth are in abundance as the party goes on harder as the morning dawns. Sitting at the bar, taking a load off is Chris Phenomenal surrounded by three voluptuous Russians as he downs approximately his sixth whiskey sour, to go along with three margarita’s, and who all knows what else. The only thing that can be certain is Chris is fucking hammered. He hops of his stool and stumbles out onto the dance floor and tries to get his groove on, he mildly succeeds, able to keep the tempo of the song and some semblance of some moves, however he is unable to stand in one spot, bumping into one of the girls grinding up and down constantly and knocking them over. As the song ends Chris keels over and looks like he is about to lose his guts but somehow manages to keep it all in. He straightens himself back up as the ladies look on with concern and speak to him in broken English.
Russian Dyke: Meester Fee-Nom-Nal, are you oh-kay
Chris Phenomenal: Yeah, I just need another drink.
With that Chris Phenomenal staggers back over to the bar and flops back into the same seat he had previously as he looks at the bar tender with blood shot eyes.
Chris Phenomenal: Give me your strongest shit.[/I]
With that the bar tender turns back and pours out a glass of a noxious looking green liquid, Absinthe. He is barely done pouring it before Chris takes it and with amazing strength takes a huge gulp of the liquid and chokes it down before his eyes pop out as he looks at the glass.
Chris Phenomenal: What the FUCK is this shit.[/I]
Bar Tender: Absinthe sir!
Chris Phenomenal: Whatever it is, well…[/color]
With that the mass amounts of alcohol he has consumed in the night finally catch up to him as all over the bar counter Chris spews his guts all over as the bar tender looks on shaking his head, some of the girls at the bar look disgusted and the ugly one shaking her ass like no tomorrow in the corner shockingly looks turned on. Chris ralphs once more all over the place before getting up and starting to leave the joint, not wanting to stay around any longer or afraid of getting bounced. He heads towards the door figuring his night is over but to his surprise he is joined by two of the young women he was caught “dancing” with earlier. They follow him out as Chris shoots them a look of pure surprise.
Russian Dyke: Vee want-eed to keep partying Meester Fee-Nom-Nal
Chris Phenomenal: T‘ za bra den
Chris is obviously plastered out of his mind, slurring his words and stumbling all over the place. This doesn’t stop him however from hoping into the drivers seat of the car and jamming the key’s into the ignition as the ladies hop into the car as well. Chris roars out in reverse and totally mis-judging the amount of room he has collides into the fender of the car parked behind him, the obvious sound of metal colliding with metal resonating through the night before roaring away, nearly running over someone almost as inebriated as Chris is. Chris manages to navigate the right hand turn heading out of the parking lot and then weaves along the nearly empty street rapidly picking up speed. Chris makes a surprisingly skilled right hand turn, only getting his front left tire up on the other sidewalk. Chris straightens the vehicle and bores down on the throttle the car reaching over 160 Km/H with the engine temperature gauge fully in the red. As Chris reaches the end of the street the liquor hits him as he is unable to make his turn. As Chris looks ahead and realizes what is about to happen pandemonium ensues inside of the vehicle.
Chris Phenomenal: SHIT…MMMMMUUUUUUTTTTTHHHHHHAAAAAA FFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKAAAA
With the girls screaming in the back and Chris about to shit hit pants the car collides with the glass window of an antique shop, shattering it as the car goes flying into the shop. The car sits for a minute as the passengers gather themselves. With none of them seriously injured, or at least drunk enough not to notice they all stumble out of the vehicle and walk out of the store right into the arms of three Russian Police officers. Ever quick to diffuse a situation Chris reaches into his pocket and pulls out a roll of American one dollar bills. He tosses them on the ground and like rabid wolves the police officers pounce on the stack of bills as Chris and the two ladies waltz away in separate directions. Chris manages to stay on his feet for about five minutes, before finding a lovely cardboard box and hitting the ground, content with his nights work as the scene fades.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 2, 2009 15:43:49 GMT -5
Segment: My Training Program (Credit: Freeman)
Nobody reads these opening italics anyways...but oh well. The camera fades in on Jason Freeman (Television Championship on hsi shoulder, despite there not being a Fallout in quite a while) and Kevin Anderson. I assume you can piece together the rest.
Kevin: Tonight I am here with Jason Freeman. With Fallen Heroes just---
Freeman: Thank you, that will be enough. Let me take it from here. Yes, Fallen Heroes is right around the corner, and at Genocide I promised victory in that match. Clearly, the response to that would be to bring up the fact that I also promised victory in the tables match, and…fell short.
And even now, the memory still seems to bring pain to Freeman’s mind. His face grimaces as he speaks of his shortcomings.
Freeman: Why, then, should you listen to me at all? Well…I must admit I took that loss to heart. My issues with Jonny Hughes, my issues with Empire - all of that has just been discarded. At the moment, there is one goal in my life. The Fallen Heroes battle royal. Yes, I have not been on a winning streak as of late, but that is of no matter. I have usen this as motivation. Perhaps these losses have served to give me the push I need and to get me back on the right track. I am most CERTAINLY back on the right track. I have said it before. I will do whatever it takes to help me gain success, and I am not about to let an opportunity slip away. I have put it upon myself to put my body through a rigorous training program. I am ensuring that I will be at the best of my ability, both mentally and physically, come Fallen Heroes. I will be better than ever. There simply is no superstar in this company who is willing to put in as much as I am. This is my only focus right now.
And the effects of this rigorous training program are already being shown. It has only been five days since Genocide, and yet something seems different about Freeman. It’s hard to put your finger on it. He seems composed, cool, collected…and yet…something is off. Maybe it’s the look in his eyes. In contrast with his voice, which is calm as always, his eyes seem slightly wild...
Kevin: Well, can you elaborate on this training program of yours?
Freeman: It’s not so much a program as it is a way of life. You understand? I have been putting my body under immense pressures, but it is a sacrifice that must be made.
Kevin: Immense pressures?
Freeman: Well, for one, sleep has become a luxury for me. In my opinion, if a man spends his night sleeping, that takes away quite a few hours that could be put to good use. Now, I understand that man needs sleep to survive, but I have drastically cut back. My night is spent watching tapes.
Kevin: Tapes?
Freeman: Yes, Kevin. Tapes. Man learns from past mistakes. After all, what is history for? Watching people make stupid mistakes with the intention of making sure that that never happens to you. I’m putting myself through a little battle royal history course, and I have been completely preparing myself with strategy and tactics. I have paid attention and taken note of every mistake Ive seen made in this match, and have made sure that by the end of this I will know the optimal way of going through this battle royal.
Kevin: Well, it’s surely a good idea, but I wouldn’t exactly call it a revolutionary training program…I’m sure most of the men in the match are going to familiarize themselves with the past ones.
Freeman: I’m sure they have, but I doubt that many of them have watched each of the prior Fallen Heroes matches as many times as I have already.
Kevin: Well how many times have you? 2…? 3, even?
Freeman: I believe the total is 11, though mind you I wasn’t worried about exact numbers. And of course, that was only in five days. Optimally, Id aim for fifty by the PPV, but that just isn’t practical, considering that I must also study my opponent’s individual strategies.
He speaks this statement as if it’s completely rational, but it is now clear to the fans at home that something in Freeman’s head just isn’t quite right at the moment. The amount of hours this feat must have taken is crazy. He talked about cutting back on sleep, but how much sleep MUST he have cut to be able to watch four hours of footage this many times in five days? Kevin seems as surprised as most fans are at the moment.
Kevin: But that’s…that’s…that’s
Freeman: You may say it’s a bit excessive, but I respectfully disagree. Every time you watch a video, you pick up on something new. Each time I went through these battle royals I caught new tweaks to add to my strategy, and new things to warn myself of. I watched the strategies of everybody in the match. I looked at the winners. What were they thinking? What was going through their mind? What got them that victory? How did they accomplish what they accomplished, and how can I reach that point? I put myself through simple exercises. What could I have done to avoid what just happened to that unfortunate competitor? How would I have reacted in that situation? I have to be ready for every scenario, and practice them. I intend to train myself on battle royal strategy so sufficiently that by Fallen Heroes I will have a clear advantage over the other competitors. I am the only one dedicated enough to actually do what needs to be done.
Dedicated? Or crazy? From the sounds of what Freeman has stated, this seems to be a lot more than a simple training. This seems to be what some would classify an “obsession.” And that’s putting it lightly. It seems that Freeman has so taken it upon himself to achieve victory that he is taking methods that surely will not be good for him in the long run.
Kevin: Well…um…surely that strategy can be put to use, but are there any other methods you are using to prepare for the battle royal?
Freeman: Oh, well, I’m just telling you the beginning. That was basically what I did the past five days, yes, but this is just a start. I start with some strategy to give me a basis, and prepare me for what’s to come. Next, I must work on the other elements that a Fallen Heroes winner is going to need. For one, of course, endurance. If I draw an earlier number, then I need to be able to last it through. I’ve fallen a victim to circumstance too many times to allow it to happen again. Give me number 1, for all I care. I am going to be sure that I can wrestle for more than an hour without even breaking a sweat. To do that of course, I need to work up my endurance, and there isn't much time. Every second of exercise helps you in some way, however, and by that logic the longer I work the more progress I make. Sure, I may not make a drastic change in a month, but I am going to make as big a change as I physically can. Of course, strength and speed are also needed, and I will be working on all those areas as well.
Kevin: How can you possibly keep this up? You can’t train NONstop, you must stop eventually.
Freeman: Well, of course, yes. At night, I will rest my body and train my mind. I pick one or two superstars a night and watch footage of them. I study them. All this of course while not neglecting battle royal footage - I still must further reinforce. Now...I want to know each and every superstar in this match. And when I say know them, I mean KNOW them. I want to be in their mind. I want to know what they’re going to do before they do it. In this match, one move…one second…and it’s over. Done. Winning Fallen Heroes requires a flawless game, and therefore I cannot afford an oversight. Who’s likely to rush me and hit me with a barrage of attacks, attempting to then throw me over…and who’s likely to sneak up from behind? After I finish those videos, I sleep as little as I can to keep myself going, and then I train once more.
Kevin: Well, this certainly sounds like a tough plan…I mean after all, under so much pressure can your body even---
Freeman: IF YOU THINK I’M GOING TO GIVE UP BECAUSE OF MY PHYSICAL LIMITATIONS THEN YOU ARE DEAD WRONG! I am WELL aware of what I am physically capable of, and I don’t care. Even if my body throbs in pain it will take me further, and it will work harder. I am going to push my body PAST the limit, and I will stop NEVER. As I said, my main advantage, is that I KNOW what I want and I KNOW I’m going to get it. I am going to work harder than any other superstar on the roster, because they are going to give up. They aren’t willing to put enough in. They aren’t willing to ignore what their instincts tell them to do. Their body says sleep, they listen. Their body says they can go on no longer, they stop. NOT ME. THIS is the factor that will lead to my victory, AND THIS is why I’m so certain victory on that day shall belong to ME. Nobody on this earth is willing to go as far as I am, work as hard as I am, or SACRIFICE as much as I am to get success in this company. I WILL win Fallen Heroes, and I WILL go to Omega Effect, and I WILL be ACW champion. ALPHA CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING, JASON FREEMAN’S TIME IS NOW! Ive waited LONG enough, and now Im TAKING what I want. Thank you Kevin, this interview is now OVER.
And just like that, he storms off. Has Freeman gone too far? Has he gone over the edge in his quest for success? Perhaps he expects too much from himself. Maybe he’s pushing himself a bit too far…..Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 2, 2009 15:44:15 GMT -5
Segment: Flashback: Rawt Style ( Credit: Rawt) As the scene begins, it’s clear that we’re seeing something from a person’s past. It’s the year 1988, and the “young and hip" Rawt is on his way to his school dance. Rawt: Ok, mom, I am ready to go now! Mother: That.s nice son, but I am not driving you. Rawt: But mom… Mother: Oh come on, its right behind our house, just walk your lazy behind over there. Rawt falls to the ground, crying like a little baby. Rawt: WAAAAAH WAAAAAAH Rawt's mother comes down the stairs annoyed to see her 14 year old son crying like a 2 year old. Mother: Oh, for – fine, I’ll drive you. Rawt leaps up and jumps onto his mom. Rawt: Thank you mother dear! Mother: Yes, very well, now go and get your things ready. As Rawt puts his shoes and jacket on, his mother goes to the kitchen and pulls out the vodka and a pack of smokes. Mother: I’m most certainly going to be needing these tonight. They leave the house and drive to the school to drop Rawt off to his first ever school dance. Mother: Well, have fun. Before Rawt could say bye as he stepped out of the car, she zoomed down the street out of sight. Rawt: Well...that was weird. Rawt made his way to the front door to where the lineup started. ?: Yo! FAT ASS, MOVE IT!!! Rawt looked around to see a shorter looking kid 2-3 years younger than him with 2 of his friends. Rawt: No, I was here first. ?: What did you just say to me? Do you know who I am? I am Mr. Red, #1 fan of THE Cincinnati Reds.Rawt just stared at the kid in confusion. The fans in the arena laugh at the caricature being presented to them. Rawt: You don’t say eh? Well, I am the secretary of defense! Mr. Red: You dare mock me?!?Mr.Red jabbed Rawt quickly straight in the face, which sent him to the ground. Mr. Red: Pfft, what a pussy.Mr. Red and his goons walked on past the unconscious Rawt and through the doors. (20 minutes afterward) Rawt awoken from his slumber and stood up to shake it off. Rawt: What happened? Rawt pulled out a little mirror that he always keeps in his back pocket to check out his face. Rawt: THAT BITCH BROKE MY DAMN MIRROR!!!! Rawt, filled with rage, dropped his mirror to the ground and charged in through the doors. Teacher: Excuse me, but you will have to pay the entry fee of $2. Rawt jolts his eyes over to the teacher. He walked over to the table she was sitting at and slammed his hands onto the table. Rawt: Entry fee? ENTRY FEE?!? YOU WANT YOUR BLOODY ENTRY FEE? WELL HERE IT IS! Rawt slid his hand inside his inner left jacket pocket. The teachers all jerked back in their chairs, for Rawt’s lack of self control was the topic of many staff meetings. Rawt: Here it is! Rawt slammed his hand onto the table which contained $2 with it. He stepped away from the table and barged into the dance. As he entered the dance, the music was playing full blast: Another one bites the dust, another one bites the dust. Rawt: Where is that blasted Mr. Red, I got a bone or 2 to break of his! Rawt looked around and found Mr. Red and his 2 goons standing over by a girl who must have been a grade or 2 lower than them, trying to impress her. Rawt: Rats, I won’t be able to do anything with his goons around. Rawt looked for a safe place to from which to scout out the situation when he noticed that the punch table was clear, he made his way over and helped himself to a glass of punch. Girl: Excuse me, you’re Rawt right? Rawt: Aaah, yeah why? Girl: I was just checking, would you like to dance? Rawt: With me? Sure! Girl: Really!? Rawt: Fuck no! The girls eyes started to water as she ran towards the girls changing room. Rawt: BITCH! Rawt said as he shot both arms in front if him, pointing at the changing room door. Meanwhile, Mr. Red was just coming out of the Men's changing room, alone, and started to walk towards the punch. Rawt: Shit, he’s coming this way. Think fast. Rawt looked around until he spotted the huge glass bowl, supporting the punch. Rawt: Perfect! Mr. Red was 2 feet away from Rawt before he actually noticed he was there. Mr. Red: What are you doing here? Rawt: I’ve come to get my revenge! Mr.Red: Because of the black eye I gave you?Rawt: Black eye? NO! Because you broke my hand-held mirror! It cost me $2! Mr. Red: Then why did you come into the dance? You could have bought a new one...Mr. Red clearly hasn’t learnt yet that the worst thing you can possibly do with Rawt is assault him with logic. Rawt: -.- You know what, fuck you! Rawt picked up the bowl and raised it above his head. Rawt: Any last words? Mr. Red: What the hell are you doing?Rawt: Wrong answer bitch! Rawt threw the bowl with all of his strength at Mr. Red. Mr.Red: No-o-o-o-o-o-o!!!!Boom, crash, shatter, Hi mom!, bam!No one noticed that the punch bowl was shattered, Rawt was filled with rage, nor that Mr. Red was laying on the ground, unconscious. Rawt walked over to Mr. Red, with the last glass of punch in hand. Rawt: Remember this, I call the shots child. Rawt splashed the punch in Mr. Red's face, then left for home, unaware of the mass attack being planned for him by the hordes of high school girls currently mobilizing in the female changing rooms… Fade Out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 2, 2009 15:51:04 GMT -5
Match 4: Rattlesnake vs. Jason Freeman--One Fall to a Finish. Credit: Chris Phenomenal
No short little write up here, Freeman lost at Genocide and Snake, well who knows what happened in this match. Both men look to gain some momentum going into Genocide and beat that nanny shagging toss monger at Omega Effect V. So I guess I lied, there was a little write up.
The Beginning[/b]
The match started off with Rattlesnake using his considerable size advantage to bully Freeman into the corner and connect with some serious chops and a few shoulder blocks immediately taking control of the match. As Freeman stumbled out of the corner Snake hit the ropes and came off with a beautiful clothesline that took Freeman down for a two count. Snake pulled Freeman to his feet and whipped him off the ropes and looked for a back body drop but Jason dodged it and as Snake turned around connected with a kneeling jump face buster and then a standing drop kick that knocked snake out of the ring. Snake got up and shook the cobwebs off as Freeman looked on with a smirk.
The Middle[/b]
As Snake crawled up to the apron Freeman tried to take advantage but Snake countered it, connecting with a shoulder block between the second and third ropes, before delivering a modified jawbreaker catching Freemans throat on the top rope. Snake slithered into the ring and delivered a toe kick to the midsection before trying to connect with the Snakebite. Freeman countered this time falling off and as Snake turned around connected with a double knee face buster, no, Snake countered it instead picking Freeman up and connecting with an enormous powers lame for a two count, Freeman showing some surprising resilence.
The End
Snake rolled off of Freeman and waited for him to get to his feet poised to end the match. Freeman got up to his feet and stumbled right into grasp of Rattlesnake who lifted him up and looked to hit the snakebite but instead Freeman was able to counter it, using the momentum to catch Snake and pulled him down into a face gouging camel clutch. Snake looked to be caught in the hold but slowly he worked his way to the ropes and grabbed a hold clinging for dear life as Freeman was forced to relieve the hold. Snake took his time getting to his feet. As he got to one knee Freeman charged in looking to hit Snake with a shining axe kick, Snake however countered flipping Freeman over the ropes but he landed on his feet on the apron. Snake got to his feet as Freeman tried to leap back in, but instead was caught in a firemans carry. Snake wasted no time in catching him with a snakebite and the result wasn’t in doubt as he covered Freeman for the uno, dos, treis.
The Winner[/u]
By pinfall following a Snakebite…Rattlesnake
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 2, 2009 15:51:34 GMT -5
Segment save for D.Mainer
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 2, 2009 15:51:58 GMT -5
Now That’s Entertainment! By Dave Shadow As we cut backstage again, we find Dave Shadow walking back towards his dressing room, the Entertainment Championship held tightly over his shoulder and draped across his chest and heart. The sly, perverted smile is still spread across his face as well, still delighted over announcing his new agenda for ACW earlier in the evening. As he approaches his dressing room though, Charlotte King appears at the far end of the hallway. She spots him and starts running towards him.
King: Dave, quick word? Dave’s head visibly drops, but he doesn’t go inside. He turns round and leans back against the wall, folding his arms and pushing his chest out so the title can be seen clearly.Dave: You know, I thought when I took Cole out that I’d not have to worry about stupid interviews anymore?King stops running, slowing down her approach.Dave: Oh, come on. I was joking. I’ll always have time for you King.She looks nervous, but decides it’s too late to not do the interview now.
Dave: What can I do for you?King: Well, earlier today you said you planned on entering the Fallen Heroes match and winning it, and then challenging for the World Title. But don’t you think you should perhaps be focusing on the title across your shoulder? Dave: You know what, you’re right! I shouldn’t forget what made my name here in ACW, should I? I know I may be talking big about winning the world title, but let me stress something. I am not going to forget about my beloved Entertainment Championship. This title means so much for me King. No matter what happens, this will always be the first title I won in ACW, and I don’t plan on just giving it up.King: Well then, I guess you wouldn’t mind defending it sometime.... Dave: Is that a challenge King?King: ¬_¬ Dave: Listen, I know I’m meant to say “No! As no one deserves it!” But I won’t. I want to defend this title, because if I am to show ACW that I am it’s saviour, then I need to actually do something. So I will happily defend this title. In fact King, I’ve already started looking for the lucky individual who will help me further my cause. Those plans will soon reveal themselves, though I will say this to any of the boys backstage who think they have a shot at winning this title and taking it off me. I’m sorry. It’s just not happening. If ACW is going to live on as the greatest promotion of all times, then it falls to me to make sure that the title belts are around the waists of the best possible candidate.King: And that just happens to be you? Dave: Exactly King. Glad you see where I’m going with this crusade of mine. I swear though, it’s all in the best interest of the promotion.King: Well then, any other plans you want to tell us about? Dave: Jesus, what do you think I am, a clichéd super villain? No, I will not tell you my plans. That would be stupid. Even apart from the fact it would ruin the surprises I have set up for the ACW roster, it would also not give the fans a reason to tune in each and every week. Trust me when I say though that I plan on making an impact, and SOON! And when I do, the ratings are going to sky rocket. The merchandise will be flying off the shelves. Everyone in ACW will benefit. And everyone in ACW will have me...the Entertainment Champion...to thank for it.Dave opens the door and heads into his room. Before he does though, he looks back at King.
Dave: This isn’t just some stupid little rant either. When Dave Shadow says he’ll make an impact, then that’s a promise. By this time next week....ACW will have undergone a change. Call it a power play. Call it whatever you want King. But by next week’s Meltdown, everyone will realise that Dave Shadow is someone you don’t want to underestimate.Dave walks into his dressing room and slams the door behind him. King stands in the coridoor, looking round confused, trying to figure out his cryptic message, as we...
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 2, 2009 15:58:28 GMT -5
“KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE AND YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER” Credit: Dan White, Thunderkiss [It’s business as usual in the Empire’s locker room. With Hughes and Jefferson out to enjoy the sights of Moscow, Dan is left alone to tend to business. While this may seem as needless irresponsibility, White actually likes it this way. A little solitude does the soul well, after all. Alone he sits in the far corner of the room, feet up on a nearby dresser and a glass of double vodka Red Bull in his hands. It calms his nerves and after the events of the past few weeks, they definitely need a little bit of calming. One swig finds its way down into his stomach and another will shortly keep it company. However, before he can place the cold glass upon his even colder lips, an intruder interrupts his tranquilness. So much for peace and quiet.] Thunderkiss: You know, you really shouldn’t forget to lock your door. The world is filled with crazy people, you know. [Dan reluctantly turns his head to the door. He knows who the voice belongs to, he’s heard it before. That doesn’t make it any easier though, it still sounds like fingernails running down a chalkboard.] Dan White: So you’ve come to accuse me of more things I don't have a clue of? Lets save each other some time and cut to the “fuck you, piss off.” Thunderkiss: Can’t say that I didn’t have that coming. As far as I’m concerned, you may or may not be behind my clone, but that is not what brings me to your doorstep tonight. Hear me out. [White stands down from his threat. Curiosity has captivates him long enough to file it away under “standby.”] Thunderkiss: Ginger has been a big pain in my ass over the last few months and now that I inadvertently got hitched to his daughter it’s only going to get worse. Now I can bitch and moan or I can do something about it. I choose the later and that’s why I’m here right now. We have something in common, Dan. I know all about your problems with the Chairman. I mean, who doesn’t? Do you want to keep getting the short end of the stick from him or would you rather have someone to watch your back and even the odds?Dan White: Thanks but no thanks. I remember what happened the last time you watched my back. [Flashbacks to when Thunderkiss kicked Dan White out of the Entourage tickle the memory of both men simultaneously.] Thunderkiss: And I remember the last time you tried to molest me behind my couch but that didn’t stop me from coming here tonight because I see the bigger picture. There is an old axiom that says, “strength in numbers.” Do you know where I’m going with this or do you want to me to give you the speech?Dan White: The only thing I want you to do is leave my locker room before I get Jefferson, or Hughes, or the Royles to kick your arse. Thunderkiss: Your loss, White. [Thunderkiss does a 180 and leaves from where he came forth. Upon seeing this Dan begins to second guess himself. While in no way, shape or form does he wish to associate himself with Thunderkiss, perhaps there is a benefit to him hidden within TK’s agenda. After all, they do say keep your friends close and your enemies closer. In less than four weeks there is a possibility that Thunderkiss will stand between he and his dreams. The closer White keeps tabs on him, the better. A change of mind occurs.] Dan White: Wait a minute. [Thunderkiss stops and turns, giving Dan a smug “I told you so, look” all the while.] Dan White: You aren’t suggesting some Entourage reunion or the like? You know, some sort of stable where you expect me to carry your bags and do your ever bidding like before? Thunderkiss: Nope. All I’m looking for is an agreement to give Gingerdude the biggest headache possible. Considering what you and I are both capable of, I’d say that not a very daunting task.Dan White: Fine. But it's not because I like you, it's because I like pissing Gingerpubes off. Thunderkiss: Excellent. Well then, there is no reason to call me or vice versa. We’ll both know when and where to cross paths again. Until then, fight the good fight.[Thunderkiss nods his head and pumps his fist as a show of motivation; Dan doesn’t return the sediment. Not wanting to push his luck, Thunderkiss ignores the insult and leaves, the first gesture he’s done in a long time that Dan has truly appreciated. Now alone, White returns his attention to his old friend. Bottle back in hand, he and Mr. Red Bull have a little catching up to do.] [FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 2, 2009 15:58:50 GMT -5
Segment: V-3 Credit: The Road Steelers V3: Jake Steele, Lee Homicide The camera fades in, and simply we see at first Charlotte King standing in front of the ACW Logo, clearly at the interview booth. She has on a delicious looking black corset dress, which is sure to leave more than a few of the male viewers with something to "stand up" about. Now only if she had a big ass, she would be perfect! Though she still looks great, as she whips her hair around a little bit, kicking off this interview with an introduction.Charlotte King: Here tonight, we have the team of Jake Steele, Lee Homicide, and Misono - The Road Steelers V3! Yet another expansion of one of the longest running groups in ACW. The camera pans out fully and Jake Steele, Lee Homicide, and Misono all stand together to a loud amount of cheers from the Road Steeler fanbase, the Kiss Army boos their arch enemies. Steele has decided not to bandage himself up and simply let his stitches be shown off to the world, as the wound had opened up quite a few times over March. He also, of course, has his successfully defended World Championship over his shoulder, as he re-adjusts it to stay on his shoulder better. Misono stands closest to Steele, and Lee Homicide stands next to both, although not extremely close by.
Charlotte gives the cheers some time to die down before she continues.Charlotte King: Tonight, you two collectively have your second chance to win the ACW Tag Team Championships as you face off against “Single Penetration”, Thunderkiss. It’s been made known to the world that after Genocide, and following the World Championship match, Fallen Souls silently slipped away from ACW yet again, leaving his partner to defend both titles by himself. In most situations this would put you two at a clear advantage, yet Thunderkiss has to proved to be a very powerful man in the hardest situations. And there also has to be the wonder of if you, Steele, are one hundred percent since you were in one brutal match where you seemed to lose quite a bit of blood. Steele: I’mma tell you right now, it don’t matter if I’m one hundred percent. I’ll admit, I’m a little wobbly and I ain’t feelin’ perfect. But if you really think dat’s gonna stop me from goin’ out in dat match tonight and givin’ “five hundred percent”… then Charlotte, you dead wrong. Cause right now it’s all about those numbers baby! You gotta realize, Thunderbitch is now all alone. He got nobody to depend on no more. No Fallen Souls, cause he fucked off to nowhere after I whooped his bitch ass. And nobody else in dat locker room could even stand to be around dat pill poppin’ muthafucka for more than two minutes! Me and Lee on da other hand though, we got numbers. I mean, we got ourselves, Thunder Train, Misono and hell, even XS3 could run out and Shadow Step a nigga or two ya know? Now, I’m not sayin’ we need em, but it’s just fact. Thunderkiss’ number is pulled, and we got it on speed dial. Da time for fluke wins are over Kiss. Tonight… tonight, two men is walkin’ out with titles around dey waist. And you lookin’ at ‘em right nah, you dig?Charlotte King: You seem to be radiating confidence, as always. Which brings me to you, Lee Homicide! Ever since joining this illustrious group, you have made it known that you are one of the cockiest, and one of the most talented men in ACW today. Tell me what is your mindset for the match tonight with Thunderkiss? Fans go ballistic with cheering before Charlotte is even finished addressing Lee. Lee is a liked man to say the least, and the fans in ACW Island make sure it is known. Lee looks pissed, injured, and bandaged. He had suffered one hell of a beating at the hands of two of the most prolific ACW superstars ever to lace up boots in a wrestling ring. You may not be able to see it at the time, but cameras slowly zoom out a little, and the remains of his wounds are revealed. He has bruises and cuts. His right forearm is wrapped. If anybody had an advantage over him tonight, it would have been Thunderkiss. His expression doesn’t change at all, even when he sees Charlotte, and if anything, Lee isn’t going to let anybody know he is hurting. Just from the look of him, though, anybody could have told you he had gone through hell and back.
Lee stands beside Charlotte with his arms hanging by his side. Charlotte lowers her head, making sure not to offend the man that joined her, even though Lee never would do physical harm to her. Althought still saddled with trepidation, Charlotte is given a job, and she stopped at nothing to fulfill it. Timidly asking, Charlotte tried again.Charlotte King: L-Lee, you don’t look to good. Are you okay? Lee makes things even more awkward when he doesn’t answer her right away. He waits...and waits. Seconds pass by, and at last, he tilts his head to look down at her. Charlotte cautiously holds the microphone out to him, but he isn’t ready to talk yet. Pain shoots through him as he lifts his arm up, yet he doesn’t show that pain. Carefully, Lee lifts the brim of his New York Yankees cap off his forehead, letting it rest just on the top of his head. He reveals all of the bandages before gently setting the cap back down. The only reason he goes forth in doing that is to show at least one of the battle wounds he received at Genocide. Lee breathes out silently and takes Charlotte’s request to answer. His eyes glare down at her first, but she gets her answer in the end.Lee: There is always a tale. There is always a legend, a myth, a bad guy, and a good guy. At Genocide, I got my ass kicked, roasted, and toasted. There are no words, and there’s nothin’ really needing to be said. Am I OK? I’m still breathin’, ain’t I? That would happen to be the single mistake Thunderkiss made in his machinations. He pummeled me into a pulp, but this heap of pulp still has life left. I’m still standing tonight. And, tonight, I don’t want to wrestle. I want to fight. Charlotte shakes her head just a little, confused about what she heard Lee say.Charlotte King: But Lee, you’ve gotta fight Thunderkiss again. Even though Fallen Souls won’t be there, Thunderkiss took you out pretty decisively with that Midnight Kiss. Do you think the outcome tonight will be any different? Lee: Charlotte, I don’t care if I lose tonight. I’m here to prove a point that nothin’ can keep Lee Homicide down. If that means shedding blood within the first minute of the match because I’m already busted open, then let it be. I don’t plan on stoppin’. Don’t get me wrong, I know who I’m facin’ tonight. One of the great legends in ACW history. His mistake though, is showin’ up to the arena the night after Genocide. You want a warnin’ to know what’s comin’, TK? Then here it is. Don’t get in my way tonight. Charlotte makes sure to let Lee know that she means no harm to him and is planning to stay out of his way. She doesn’t need any added pain in her life, especially from somebody three times her size.Lee: I guess I’m supposed to be scared, huh? I’m facing the titan of a man whose list of achievements, which now includes defeating Lee Homicide, by the way, runs longer than the Boston Marathon. A man who threatens his opponent with fear, then goes in for the kill. A man who’s devastated pretty much every name in the business. Now that TK has already gotten the better of the Shadow Striker, I’m not gonna waste any time with egotistical boasts about how I will be the victor tonight because, quite frankly, I don’t know if I can beat Thunderkiss. I face the facts, and the facts are that Thunderkiss is 1-0 against Notorious One-Three-Three. However, I can promise you one thing: when I step into that ring, I will transform into a different man. I bring a different generation. I will fight till I can’t. I will never back down, and I will never quit. I will catch the grenade you throw at me and throw it back. I fight hard, live fast with no regrets. Your bloated ego doesn’t scare me. Your freakishly bloated physique doesn’t scare me. Your one-million-strong Kiss Army doesn’t scare me, and, TK, you don’t scare me either. I will NOT fall, homie. I’m destined for greatness! ‘Cause I’m ready for anything or anyone. I’m ready to kick ass, and I don’t care who receives. Win or lose, I will stand up and walk out of that ring with my head held high. Win or lose, you will know greatness. You will know heart. You will know desire. You will know my name. itzLEEyuhBITCH [/size][/font][/center] Charlotte King: And with that, we conclude this intervi- Right before she gives the signal to cut the feed, Misono pulls the microphone to her mouth and leans into it, interrupting Charlotte.Misono: Hold on just a second, Charlotte. I haven’t had my time to talk, have I? Charlotte King: Well, no, you haven- Misono: I haven’t, and I have something to say! Hey, Thunderkiss! Remember how it felt when I crushed your little Worldbreakers at Genocide? Well tonight, you’re going to feel that again, only this time it won’t be me doing the breaking. It’ll be Lee Homicide, and Jake…Steele. I hope you have fun out there, Kiss, because believe me we will. With that final blow to the ego, the trio walk off screen with smiles on their faces and confidence skyrocketed higher than usual. They have a match for the Tag Titles... and guess what? It's next!
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 2, 2009 15:59:10 GMT -5
“SWAN SONG” Credit: Thunderkiss [Alone. That one word sums up Thunderkiss’ current predicament more than any other ever could. His head hung low, he cannot help but reminisce about how this ride got started way back in November. Two friends brought together to battle a common foe, could it get anymore cliche? However, the chemistry between both he and Fallen Souls was anything but and the long list of opponents they have each faced would have no problem validating this claim. No, what has occurred over the past few months was special and it is for that reason he can’t help but feel a bit melancholy. Double Penetration has come to a premature end no matter how much he tries to believe otherwise and the following intrusive interviewer gives him yet another reminder of this fact... ] Kevin Anderson: Kiss, FSX’s absence tonight is as conspicuous as it gets. Rumor has it that he is no longer with Alpha Championship Wrestling though nobody, not even the Chairman, will confirm it. Care to shed light on this situation? Thunderkiss: He’s done.Kevin Anderson: Done as in quit? Thunderkiss: Done as in retired, as if it makes a difference.Kevin Anderson: What were his reasons, Thunderkiss? Thunderkiss: Personal problems, I guess. Look, Fallen Souls had to go do what he had to go do. It’s as simple as that. I could sit all night and bitch about it or accept his decision and move on. Life has taken us in two different directions and tonight it has lead me here. I’ve got a job to do and I’m sure as hell going to do it, alone, with a partner, whatever. I feel a responsibility to the Double Penetration fans. I feel a responsibility to the Kiss Army. I feel a responsibility to THESE World Tag Team titles. Most importantly, I feel a responsibility to myself. I am the one who has to look at himself in the mirror every morning. If I followed in FSX’s shoes I would be letting myself and a lot of people down. Now before those out there decry that I am being too harsh and a hypocrite to boot, I will be the first to admit I keeled over to my problems this past summer. However, If you take those few months and compare it to the rest of my existence, one would easily discover it was nothing more than a speed bump on the road of life. I’ve lived my life by playing with a different set of rules than he has. In the end that will be the difference between our legacies. Kevin Anderson: Yikes! And to think you two seemed almost inseparable... Thunderkiss: We were and I’d still like to think we still are. You mistake my candid and honest ways with my personal feelings, Anderson. Let me make it clear right now, I wouldn’t be here if it were not for Fallen Souls. He is responsible for bringing Thunderkis to the masses once again. I owe him a great deal, thought I’d like to think I’ve repaid my debt over the past few months. I respect every damn thing the man has done from winning the World Title at last year’s Omega Effect to his stint with the Second Coming. However, our relationship is a lot more than respect, it’s also about friendship. He and I quickly developed a bond and trust me, when you’re me, that doesn’t happen quite a lot. I’ve spent almost my entire life distrusting people. Not him. X, if you are out there somewhere listening, I miss you and I dedicate the following ass kicking to you. Kevin Anderson: So what happens next, Kiss? Is Double Penetration over? Thunderkiss: There isn’t a person that thinks otherwise, is there? Fact of the matter may be down a man but I’ve grown accustomed to doing things by myself, it’s the only way I truly know shit’s going to get done. I’ve got everybody and their brother betting against me tonight even though nothing’s changed. Its been a one man show over the past few months and if anyone is capable of taking on two people at the same time, it’s sure as hell is me. Jake Steele. Lee Homicide. Don’t pop the corks of the champagne just yet but make sure you keep it on ice. I’m going to work up quite the thirst making you two lick the dirt off my boot, albeit me to punish dirt like that. Now if you’ll excuse me, I think that is my music playing and I don’t dare stand up Gene Simmons. Out![FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 2, 2009 15:59:38 GMT -5
Match 5: Thunderkiss vs. Road Steelers V3 (Lee & Steele) - ACW Tag Team Championships (Credit: Jake Steele) "Conglomerate" by Busta Rhymes strikes the PA System and The Road Steelers V3, along with the simply luscious stylings of Misono step out from behind the curtain and show their confidence in themselves, with the crowd definitely behind them. They roll into the ring and pose as...
"God of Thunder" hits and the Kiss Army goes ballistic. Thunderkiss, with both Tag Team Championships comes out, posing in what could be his last moments as champion. He makes his way into the ring, and stands his corner, RAF taking both titles from him and raising them into the air.The opening contest bell rings and Thunderkiss stands in a corner, no one but himself standing confident as always. Jake Steele and Lee Homicide from across the ring stare at the man they have to dethrone from the top of the Tag Team Division. And boy is it one tough King. Steele standing side by side to Lee, looks over at him and then stands in front of him, telling him a quick game plan. Lee nods, and Steele taps him on his back before going onto the apron. Lee bursts across the ring, and tries to use his speedy and agile techniques to get a early advantage on the much larger Thunderkiss, who as well had to compete in two contest this past Sunday, even though that doesn’t seem to exactly make him the weaker man, with Kiss pushing Le off of him and almost across the ring! Kiss waves his finger, telling Lee that that wasn’t a smart move, and Lee looks up remembering how powerful Kiss is. He shouldn’t have forget actually, he just witnessed his strength only few days ago. But rookies make mistakes sometimes, and that was a partial mistake on Lee’s part. Kiss moves to Lee, and as Lee gets back to his feet holding onto his arm he runs up to Kiss, seemingly making that mistake again, but instead he rolls right past him and slides under the apron. Kiss seems confused at first, but just shakes his head and turns around as Lee hops off the top rope spring boarding down onto Kiss with a clothesline - which Kiss anticipates and catches Lee in mid-air with a Big Boot! Lee’s neck snaps back as he falls to the mat, causing more taunting by the God of Thunder. Kiss grabs Lee up and he walks him to the corner. He wraps his palm around the back of Lee’s head and he begins his patented punches. 1!
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10! Getting all ten of those punches in, with the Kiss Army behind every one, Kiss takes a step back letting Lee stagger out from the ropes. A few steps out, Kiss grabs Lee by the neck and lifts him up into the air, falling onto his back with a Suplex! Followed by a pin. ONE… …TWO… THR-NO! Kiss unhooks the leg, and raises Lee’s head up taking him up to his feet. Kiss holds Lee up as he winds his arm up, thrusting it forward and connecting with the Gigaton Punch! Lee drops to the mat once more, causing Kiss to once more hook his leg. McNally: What a hard Gigaton Punch! ONE… …TWO - Edison: Go back to your corner, Steele! Steele figures he’s seen enough of this, so he jumps into the ring and kicks Kiss off of his tag team partner. He doesn’t stop there though, he hops on top of Thunderkiss and begins launching punches into his facial features. The fans are going wild, even with Steele not as the legal man they still appreciate another impending battle between these two heated rivals. Their cheering is cut off pretty fast, as RAF pulls Steele off of Kiss and jumps in front of him telling him to go back to his corner and wait to be tagged in. Steele wants in bad already, but he has to wait. And so do the fans. Kiss stands up and taps his jaw, surprised at the outburst by Steele, and pointing at him with a smile, then pointing at Lee and that frown turning upside down. He looks out to the Kiss Army, who are naturally busting a nut over anything done by Thunderkiss, and they really explode as he sprints to the ropes and hops into the air with a Fall From Glory! No! It seems as if the time Steele used up attacking Kiss worked in Lee’s favor, as it gave the resilient young superstar time to recover from Kiss’ earlier onslaught. He moves out of the way of the Atomic Leg Drop, and doing the smart thing he hops up to his feet and watches Kiss rise up holding his buttocks tightly. Kiss turns around and Lee quickly leaps into the air with a D.U.D! Kiss totally not expecting that has no choice but to stagger upon himself, even dropping to a knee for a moment as Lee threw plenty of force into that. So much so that he falls back upon his corner, where Steele tags himself in. He jumps in and clutches hold of Kiss’ neck, as he raises a arm up into the air and flips over with a Broken Legacy! Getting most of that swinging neck breaker, he covers… ONE… …TWO… THR-NO! Kiss throws his arm into the air, showing his life force is definitely still there. Steele doesn’t approve of that one bit, climbing the turnbuckle backwards and catching a standing Kiss with the reverse Exploding Glory! They both crumble up a bit, as Steele doesn’t hook the leg despite the opportunity. He instead gets up and mocks Kiss with a fake muscle pose to a few laughs and cheers by his Road Steeler fan base. He’s gotten enough Kiss for right now and he backs up to Lee, tagging him in. Lee steps in, and once again uses the wait and see technique. It pays off again, Lee catching Kiss with The Sick Roll! Lee has Kiss down, but he doesn’t pin. He smiles, and tags Steele back in. Steele comes back in with a smirk over his face. McNally: I see what they're doing. This is a pure example of "two heads are always better than one". Edison: Poor Thunderkiss, the God of Thunder is losing his power! Steele picks Kiss up and we can see that the Worldbreaker is in a position that he rarely is ever in. He’s dazed and Steele throws a punch at the Worldbreaker, which staggers Kiss, but it also kickstarts his drive back up, he throws a punch back at Steele, then another, then one more! Kiss spins around and taps the opposite turnbuckle, and everyone seems confused. Especially the Road Steelers. Kiss looks as if he was tagging somebody in… but … Fallen Souls is gone. Kiss looks up at the corner, in the heat of the moment not realizing it. He takes a breath, his head held down with no one to look to when a partner is needed. He gets off of his knees, turns his face away from the turnbuckle and has to face the music it seems. But not without a fight. He charges at Steele, who dodges his impending attack and jumps to his side. Steele runs up against the ropes and he launches off right… RIGHT IN YO FACE!In what seems like slow motion, Kiss falls down to the mat and the Kiss Army’s uproar of anger is tremendous. It’s his swan song, and The Road Steelers are playing the tune. Steele shows his teamwork side, and tags in Lee, who covers the Fallen Soul of Thunderkiss, the count loud as ever… ONE… …TWO… THREE! Phillip Jones: And your winners, and the NEWWWWWWWWWWW ACW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD! THE ROAD STEELERS V3!
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 2, 2009 16:01:12 GMT -5
Segment: All About The DeNiros Credit: Jake Steele It's been a long night for Jake Steele. But a successful one. Not even thirty minutes ago, he and Lee Homicide captured the Tag Team Championships from rival, Thunderkiss in one brutal Handicap Match. Now, once again, the World Champion is infact a Double Champion. He's riding high, and why shouldn't he? He's proved once again why he is the best ACW has to offer, and why The Road Steelers are the most dominant group ACW has ever seen. The Untouchawho? Anyway, Steele is in the Road Steelers locker room, the last of the group members to get dressed for tonight's celebration. He has everything together, as he looks into the mirror adjusting his Rowlex. Suddenly, his attention is taken away from himself as the phone rings.
Steele walks over to his bench, and shuffles through one of his gymbags, as he pulls out his phone, flips it open and hits "talk" without even checking who it is.Steele: Yo.By the look on Steele's face, it looks as if he should've checked who was calling, as his jaw drops simply by the voice behind the phone. He listens on for a moment, and responds, stumbling over his words a tad bit.Steele: Wha - what you mean you comin’ to ACW? … What da fuck you mean you already here!? … What you mean you just pulled up to da arena and now you headin’ to my locker room?!? … Where are you right now man?Looking over to his left, Steele sees the man he was talking to on the phone. None other than GWF megastar, Damian DeNiro:Damian: Right here.To the surprise of Steele, Damian walks right into the locker room, with his usual get up. A clean, Stacy Adams suit, and black shoes. He looks confident, but Steele looks surprised, still.Steele: Yo man… You can’t just be comin’ in here unannounced like you own da place! Especially since I ain’t heard from yo bitch ass since “you know where” closed down!Damian: You mean GWF? Nah, they’re doing a reunion tour right now. Steele: Well why you ain’t over there?Damian: Because… I wrestled the last two matches in my contract last Saturday, after that I got both of my titles vacated and since I'm not the type to be stripped of anything, I decided that this is the best time to come over to ACW, win some new titles and most of all fuck with my baby cousin. Plus, I heard a few familiar faces are here, and I feel like “catching up.”Steele: Listen man, cousin or not. Whatever da hell you do or whatever you plannin' to do, don’t bring my name into it, and do NOT go overboard. I how you work. You fuckin’ crazy in da head.Damian: Me? Crazy? Haha, no…. I wouldn’t hurt a fly brother, you know that.Steele blankly stares at Damian, noticing the sick sarcasm of his family member.Steele: ...You broke a man's leg, and almost caused it to be amputated.Damian: Hey, stop bringing up old shit. That's in the past. You have to start living in the now, and the now is that I'm here, and I plan on making that known to more than a few people.Steele: Whatever dawg, I don’t have time sit around and conversate wit' ya. I got an appreciation night to be at. I'll see you when I see you...Steele cocks his shoulders up and walks on past his DeNiro, who shakes his head and laughs to himself, as he reaches into his suit jacket pocket and pulls out a cigar. He pulls out a lighter and lights it, puffing and blowing smoke into the air. He looks back at the ACW logo on the wall of the locker room, and he smiles, nodding his head as he leaves the room, and we fade.
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