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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2009 16:05:44 GMT -5
Segment: Getting Closer (Credit: Train/?)
We open up inside of Detective Iceman's secret lab. We see various test tubes and flasks a-boiling with things inside them. Unnecessarily large machines stand in the backround and do nothing to help the cause. Train and Lawyer both stand back and watch as Iceman examines the hair more.
Thunder Train: Well...who is it?
Iceman: It has to be Gingerdude....he's the only one with a DNA match that adds up. I can't seem to find anyone else that can match up!
Thunder Lawyer: ....Train, come here.
Thunder Lawyer takes Train and pulls him to the side. They are far from Iceman now.
Thunder Lawyer: I still don't trust him. How do we know he isn't just leading us on a wild goose chase taking our money!
Thunder Train: Well what the hell man! You found him!
Thunder Lawyer: I was desperate and young! Wait....forget that! Anyway, he keeps accusing Gingerdude which could lead to big shit for both you and me. You need to think about this long and hard--
Thunder Train: That's what she said
Thunder Lawyer: Dammit Train! I'm serious. We should just drop this right now and--and go find someone else to help us!
Thunder Train: No, I've already spent money on this. I can't back out now.
Thunder Lawyer: WHAT! HOW MUCH DID YOU SPEND?
Thunder Train: Only $30,000....
Thunder Lawyer: How did you get that money?
Thunder Train: Just don't mention it to Steele, alright? Oh look a cookie.
Train reaches for a cookie on a table but as his hand moves closer he sees that it's no ordinary cookie. No, it's a cookie, that's alive! The cookie jumps up and snaps at Train, attempting to bite his hand clean off. Train gets confused that a cookie would try to eat him so he backs off. He returns to Iceman with Lawyer following.
Thunder Train: Are you sure that nobody else could have done this?
Iceman: Look, I'm not exactly an expert on crimes but if I do know one thing about something it's that this piece of hair is from Gingerdude's dome. However....there could be a chance this is wrong.
Thunder Train: Damn. And I can't just keep accusing him. How much is the chance that it could be wrong?
Iceman: 44%...
Thunder Lawyer: Oh this is just great. Our detective barely knows anything about crimes and now we have a 44% chance of our only lead not being the kidnapper. I feel like this is an episode of CSI. Except, things won't be all better after an hour.
Thunder Train: Shut up! Is there anything else we can do?
Iceman: We can hold out for the demands of the kidnapper or kidnappers.
Just as Iceman says that, the phone that is rigged up to the recording machine along with several other machines, starts to ring. All three men look at each other then Train goes over to the phone and answers it.
Thunder Train: Hello?
Thunder Thighs: TRAIN! TRAIN HELP ME! I NEED HELP TRAIN! PLEASE!
? *Faded a bit*: SHUT UP! *SMACK*
Thunder Train: THIGHS! THIGHS! ARE YOU THERE?!?
?: Hello Train...
Thunder Train: Let her go you sick bastard!
?: Haha, not so fast Train. You see I wanna play a game it's called 12 rounds--
Thunder Train: NO! NO! NO! I'm not John Cena!
Iceman: If you can keep him on the phone for 45 more seconds we can get where he is.
?: Oh...ok then. But let me tell you this Train. The clock is ticking and if you don't act soon. She will be died. And then, all of your base will belong to us. Understand?
Thunder Train: I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you're looking for a ransom, I can tell you I don't have money. But what I do have...are a very particular set of skills. Skills that I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my sister go now, that will be the end of it. But if you don't, I will look for you. I will find you. And I will kill you...
?: .....Good luck....
The man hangs up and Train looks over to Lawyer and Iceman. Iceman shakes his head and Lawyer just face palms.
Thunder Lawyer: Did you just quote Taken?
Iceman: We needed 3 more seconds for a lock onto him. I'm sorry Train.
Thunder Train: Dammit. I thought my quote would be long enough! Where does this lead us now?
Iceman: Well, this hair is the only piece of evidence that we have that can hold up right now. You'd have to go back to ACW Island and talk to the police there in order to find more evidence. But until then, Gingerdude is our lead.
Thunder Lawyer: Train, you're really not going to back to the Island are you? You are on a tour dammit! You have already ended up in Jamaica. You should try to stay on track here.
Thunder Train: I'm going back to the Island....
Thunder Lawyer: *Facepalms*
Train grabs his coat and other things that he brought. He shakes the hand of Iceman then proceeds to head toward the exit. Lawyer follows behind him, slumped down because he knows this isn't a good idea. Iceman just laughs at him then continues back to work.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2009 16:06:14 GMT -5
Segment Save for Jason Freeman
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2009 16:07:22 GMT -5
The Phenomenal White Freeman.... By Dave Shadow As we cut backstage again after that last amazing segment, we find Dave Shadow standing with a microphone in hand, staring straight at the camera. No interviewers to distract him from his message this week. He is dressed in full wrestling gear, ready to do battle later this evening, but without his Entertainment Championship, he looks oddly naked. The dead look he gives the camera shows he feels it as well.
Dave: So, I thought it might be a good idea to actually send some messages out to people tonight with regards shit Thats been happening around here. Cause let’s face it. I have not been having a good week, and sometimes, its for the best to just vent some things rather than keep them bottled up inside.
First on my list of people to address is one Mr. Chris Phenomenal. The new.... The words are sticking in Dave’s throat, his mouth twisting in disgust at having to utter them.Dave: The new Entertainment Champion. Fair play Chris. I’ll admit that you surprised me in a good way. You said you’d beat me and in the end you did. And as much as I may hate that I’ve lost my title, at least it is around the waist of a man these fans can look up to and admire. You’ll make a decent transitional champion until I decide to come and take my title back from you. Something tells me that sooner or later, we’re going to clash, and when that happens, when we fight one on one, the result will be very different.
Now, speaking of beating people, that brings me on to Dan White. The man who viciously attacked me in a club after the show on Thursday. How dare you Dan White. How very dare you. You have no respect for boundaries, do you? I was minding my own business and you leaped me from behind. You like to think you’re a role model to these people, don’t you Dan. They cheer for you, they chant your name, and all they do is perpetuate the fact you are a no good thug and a coward. I know what you want White. You want revenge on me for costing you the world title. You want retribution on me and TK for humiliating you. You want to win Fallen Heroes and go on to win the World title.
Let me tell you something Dan. There’s a reason you have never won that championship. It’s because you’re a no good loser who likes to think he’s bigger than he actually is. These fans may cheer you but they don’t know what makes a true champion. They don’t appreciate how one truly becomes a legend in this business. You need skill, charisma and talent. And to be honest Dan, I think you’re lacking in all three departments. Take a look Dan. It took three men to get the Entertainment championship off me, so imagine what will happen when we clash one on one. Cause you know its going to happen.
See, here’s my agenda Dan. First, I’m going to win the Fallen Heroes match. That’s a given. Then I’m going to make an example out of you and beat your ass down. Then I’m going on to Omega Effect and I’m going to beat that low-life brother of yours as well. And in doing all that, in three easy steps....I will have completed my ascent to the top of the ACW ladder. I will have cemented my position in history as the fasted rising superstar ever to grace ACW with his presence. And there’s nothing you can do to stop it Dan. All you can hope for is that you don’t find yourself crushed under my amazing momentum.
Which brings me on nicely to my opponent for tonight. Jason Freeman, the man who I teamed with only a few weeks ago. The man who was meant to have my back and who ended up being the weak link on the team. Tonight, I am going to go out to that ring and vent all my frustration on Jason Freeman and much like you Dan, there’s little he can do but try and survive the onslaught. Freeman, I am sorry that you were picked to be the first victim of this crusade. But a man has got to do what a man has got to do. And right now, I need to make a sacrifice for the Crusade. A massive, evil smile spreads across Dave’s face as he stares into the camera. Blood-lust in his eyes, as he thinks of all the ways he can get at White, and the ways in which he will hurt Freeman. [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2009 16:07:43 GMT -5
Segment: Everybody Hates Lee, Part 1 (Credit: Lee)
The camera appears to be set up outside of an old, brick apartment building inside a crowded, urban area. Several sounds of cars are heard zipping by behind the camera as the city defiantly is alive despite the sun just beginning to creep over the edges of the earth, casting an auburn hue on the ground. Snow rests atop the handrails of the concrete steps that lead to the brown wooden door of the apartment building. Everyone that hustles quickly by the camera has their coats held tightly around them, and their breath is clearly seen as they quickly hustle towards different destinations. After several seconds of this, a familiar voice comes over the scene.
Lee (V.O.): You know, for much of my life, people have asked me, Lee, where did Lee Homicide come from? Well they usually phrase it as “What the Hell is wrong with you?”, but I know what they meant. So now, as we move towards Fallen Heroes, I thought that I would lead you on a trip down memory lane.
Back in the frame, the door of the apartment is opened. A short, lanky boy, who appears to be about fifteen shuffles his feet as he makes his way through the door frame. He’s wearing an old, blue jacket over an old black T-shirt, that is obviously way too big for him. On his back is strapped a Superman book bag that sags slightly due to the weight that has obviously been placed within it. The gangly teenager, reaches down and pulls at the belt on his oversized blue jeans with a hole in the left knee. On his feet he wears a pair of black Converse shoes, the right one untied. After pulling up his pants, he wipes under his nose with one hand, while the other runs through his short black hair in a motion that’s become all to familiar to fans of ACW.
Lee (V.O.): That, my friends, is a fifteen-year-old version of Lee Homicide.
The awkward looking boy takes in a deep breath of the cold air and a smile grows over his face. With his eyes slightly closed, he reaches out to grab the handrail to the stairs. However, due to the snow on it, his hand slides forward, and with a slight gasp he tumbles down the entire length of the stairs, landing with a slight thud in a small pile of snow at the bottom of the stairs.
Lee (V.O.): OK, maybe I wasn’t as graceful back then as I am now…
The teenage version of Lee Homicide quickly pops back up, dusting the snow off his coat and looking around to see if anyone noticed. After fully satisfied that he was the only one that notices his spill, the teenager puffs out his chest and begins strutting down the sidewalk, close to the edge of the street.
Lee (V.O.): But look at me, I’m a total pimp!
Suddenly a snowplow moves by, spraying the teenager from head to two in old snow and salt. The boy stops abruptly staring directly forward.
Lee (V.O.): Well I guess some things never change…
The boy makes an effort to bust off the snow that’s now caked to his coat as he begins moving forward. Several strangers stop slightly to chuckle at the boys situation, but he doesn’t seem to notice, and keeps moving forward.
Lee (V.O.): Every day I would walk to school. Thinking the same thing. Today would be different. Today I’m going to be somebody. Today, they’re going to notice. But little did I know the horrors that would face me this day. The absolute torment. The scars that would remain with me to this day…
The teenager has suddenly stopped in his tracks. All of the color has gone out of his face as he stares in front of him at something. The camera pans around behind him to reveal a tall flagpole with the American flag flying high in the air, but this isn’t what the young Lee is looking directly at. Instead, his gaze is locked on a white marquee sign standing between two brick pillars. Underneath the lighted yellow and purple “PS 118 Knights” sign, written in bold, black, block letters are the words: “HAPPY VALENTIE’S DAY!”
Lee (V.O.): Oh That’s right! My first Valentine’s Day in high school!
With this, the scene slowly fades to black.
To be continued.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2009 16:10:59 GMT -5
Match 2: Dave Shadow vs. Jason Freeman (Credit: Danny Mainer)
MATCH BEGINNING: The match begun with a technical encounter (and not a size increase on any person unfortunately) and the two ended up mat-wrestling. Jason Freeman cinched in a Fujiwara Armbar and then rolled into a Camel Clutch with Gouging Claws to the face of Dave but Dave escaped and threw Freeman onto his face maliciously. Shadow scored a dropkick to the chest of Freeman and Freeman kinda’ crashed to the mat and crawled away into the corner drunkenly. However, Freeman took the mid-section of the match with a brutal series of punches to the head.
MATCH MID-SECTION: A Russian Leg Sweep from Freeman put Dave on his ass for a 2-count. When Dave got up he sprung to life and clocked Freeman with a Delay Dropkick after a quick knife-edge chop. Dave then put Freeman in the corner and hit a Double Foot Facewash giving The Non-Giant a good ol’ taste of boot which will no doubt knock his features a little misshapen. Then later on Freeman hit a German Suplex into the turnbuckle to add to the pain that Dave was already experiencing followed by a series of haphazard and aggressive pins where Dave kicked out each time.
MATCH END: And then, a big exchange of signatures begun with a Springboard Crossbody sending Freeman crashing to the mat only for a 2-count. Then Freeman countered a sig attempt into a Head Driving STO before collecting himself and dragging Dave up into a Lifting Complete Shot, forward then backwards. He then finished off the job with The Middle of Nowhere only to get a 2-count which infuriated him. Freeman wandered slowly to the corner filled with aggressive fury and then ran forward for the SHINING AXE KICK but Dave leapt out the way and parried behind him before cinching an inside Cradle.
ONE! TWO! THREE!
WINNER: Dave Shadow
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2009 16:11:17 GMT -5
Doin' It Old School Dan White, Hollywood Mach Fallen Heroes is in just 12 days time, and there's a list growing of the likely contenders to win the match. Among them are the likes of The Senator, Thunderkiss, Danny Mainer, and then there's dark houses such as Dave Shadow. And then you have two other guys. Two guys who have, despite encountering numerous issues during their tenure at ACW, have proven that they still have it. And there's a monumental pop as the camera fades in to witness Dan White and Hollywood Mach, standing head-on, in front of the coffee machine.Dan White: You were here first. I insist. Hollywood Mach: Nah, beauty before age, Dan. You go first.It's clear in their tone that they're testing each other, waiting for the other person to crack first. This test of nerves and egos has gathered quite the crowd, with a number of wrestlers and crew members alike gathering around.Dan White: I see you put me as number one in your little Mega Star list there. Hollywood Mach: I'm sure brudah crumpet knows fine well that it was satirical.Dan White: I consider parody a form of flattery. Kanyon. The tension rises as Hollywood Mach raises an eyebrow.Hollywood Mach: So I saw that you've gotten into quite the pickle with our chairman, huh?Dan White: Yeah, that sounds about right. I hear you've managed to sell out whilst still wrestling, huh? It's almost the straw that breaks the camel's back. Mach laughs, but it's more of a “I can't believe you just said that” laugh, more than anything else. He responds, adding a bit more fuel to the fire.Hollywood Mach: So much for being a working class superstar, brud! The man who had nothing and then rose to the top? It's a bit rich of a jabroni like you to be sayin' that, considering how you turned your back on this company numerous times, for recording contracts, or movie deals.Dan shakes his head at Mach, as the crowd around them take a step back, waiting for Dan to strike. But instead, he keeps calm, and fires back verbally, rather than with his fist.Dan White: You know you might be right with that. I've never denied that I turned my back on this company. But I knew where my priorities were. Anyways, like you're one who's able to talk at me like that. You only won the International Title off me through an interference. And that was after I'd beaten your arse, and four other people's arses in a Hell in a Cell match. And before you open your mouth, let I remind you that it was the second time I'd defeated you in the cell! Another step back from the crowd, as it's Mach's turn to shake his head. But he's still got some bullets in his arsenal.Hollywood Mach: Yeah? Well just remember that when I beat you not once, but twice in successive Pay Per Views! I won the World Title, in a ladder match, with all your stable around the side of the ring, and I still managed to beat the odds and bring the title home! Where's your World Title reign, Dan?There's another pause, as Dan scrunches up his mouth. It's gotten personal now with the history lessons really bringing out the long-term hatred these two men have for each other. And Dan looks like he's going to start the hotly-anticipated brawl, but suddenly switches his feet.Dan White: ...Well then, I'll see you in 12 days. Mach responds, with a smirk.Hollywood Mach: See you then, chump-ass.Dan walks off, through the crowd of people, who whilst on one hand are disappointed that a brawl didn't kick off, must be slightly relieved that one didn't, as they would have most likely ended up involved somehow.
Macho shakes his head as he turns around, and to his shock and anger, Gary has taken his place in the queue for coffee, waiting for his brew.Hollywood Mach: Hey! The Mach was here first!Mach shoves Gary to the floor, taking his drink, and sipping it. But he quickly spits it out, bellowing down at Gary.Hollywood Mach: Is this decaf?!Poor, poor Gary.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2009 16:11:44 GMT -5
Segment: It's My Birthday and I'm Still Writing Segments! (Credit: Train)
We open in an usual place for an interview. It's not behind some screen or anything like that but rather there are 2 chairs set up in some room. Kevin Anderson sits on the left while Train sits on the right. Train sips a glass of water that's in front of him before Kevin begins.
Kevin: Hello ACW fans. I'm Kevin Anderson and with me today I have a special guest, Thunder Train. Now Train is here with me to discuss multiple topics. Thanks for being here Train.
Thunder Train: Thanks for having me.
Kevin: Now Train, to start. Do you like fishsticks?
Thunder Train: What kind of question is that? Of course I do!
Kevin: Do you like putting fishsticks in your mouth?
Thunder Train: Yes...how else am I gonna eat them?
Kevin: Then what are you, a gay fish?
Thunder Train: What? Did you just FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
Train jumps up and runs over to Kevin. He picks him up and starts to break his back. Kevin cries out in agony but Train doesn't care. He then throws Kevin down through the table in front of them.
Thunder Train: NO YOU ARE A GAY FISH! Oh shit....I guess I have to interview myself now.
Train picks up the cards that Kevin had then sits back down in his chair.
Thunder Train: Train, in the recent weeks you have been trying to locate your sister. How is that going for you?
Thunder Train: Well I feel we are getting closer and I hope that the culprit will end up showing themselves before I find them. Because if I can get to them first...they will be in a lot of trouble. And I might do to them what I just did to Kevin.
Thunder Train: Gingerdude said recently that you are going to defend your International Championship at Fallen Heroes. Has he brought anything else up about that?
Thunder Train: No he hasn't. I haven't spoken to him since then. I'm not sure who I will be facing or if it will be even one person. But what I do know is that whoever I face will be in a whole lot of trouble.
Thunder Train: I see. Has your evidence still shown that your accusation of Gingerdude is true?
Thunder Train: Yes. However, I feel as if we need more information about it. One piece of hair can't exactly prove anything. So I think after the show today I am going to go back to ACW Island and see if the police there have collected anything else on the matter.
Thunder Train: Do you have any words for your opponent, Dan White, tonight?
Thunder Train: I feel as if Dan and I are in similar situations. Both of us have issues with Gingerdude that just seem to be increasing by each day. Dan seems to dislike me for some reason...I have nothing against Dan but when we go out there tonight, I will do everything that I can to beat him.
Thunder Train: Thank you for your time Train.
Thunder Train: No, thank you Train.
Thunder Train: No I'm pretty sure you're the one that needs to be thanked.
Thunder Train: DO YOU WANT TO START SOMETHING RIGHT HERE BUDDY?
Thunder Train: I'M NOT YOUR BUDDY, FRIEND!
Thunder Train: I'M NOT YOUR FRIEND, GUY!
Just when it seems as if Train is going to fight Train. He stops and sniffs the air. Train then looks down and sees a bowl of fishsticks laying near the body of Kevin. He picks up the fish sticks and begins eating them. Kevin is starting to come to and cries for help but Train just steps on his back and over him then leaves.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2009 16:12:06 GMT -5
Segment: Everybody Hates Lee, Part 2 (Credit: Lee)
As the scene opens back up, we are faced with a very long hallway. The walls, made of simple cinderblocks, are painted a generic white. Stretching the length of the hallway on either side are rows of purple lockers, each secured firmly by a combination lock and housing their own unique numbers. The only thing that interrupts the seemingly endless array of lockers are the plain wooden doors, equipped with one, long, slim window placed about every twenty feet. The yellow, purple, and white tiled floor sparkles slightly underneath the fluorescent lights burning on in the ceiling, however several skid marks have already marred the hard work of the janitor’s work on several locations. However the most prominent thing in the hallway is the hordes and hordes of teenagers. All of them have their own unique quirks about them. A group of kids wearing shirts with various old school logos of the NBA stand at one corner of the hallway, several of them bouncing basketballs and talking to each other. A little bit closer to the camera, a group of kids, several of which are wearing glasses, khaki pants that are way too short, and pulled up way to high are crowded around an action figure that one of them is holding. However, the group closest to the camera are all nicely dressed. Most of them appear to be on the verge of graduating from high school, or at least well-developed for their age. While most are just standing around talking, one blonde, wearing a purple and yellow letterman’s jacket and a skirt down to her knees leans up against her locker. She’s playing with the drawstrings on a sweatshirt of a boy with medium length, wavy brown hair. They both smile at each other, as the blonde cracks her gum. They lean in towards each other, and the camera zooms in, just as they’re about to kiss. However, just as their lips are about to meet, a slight cough is heard coming from behind him. The camera zooms out to see the awkward looking young version of Lee standing behind him. He’s dragging his now soaking wet coat behind him, and the stains of the snow are still present on his pants. The couple slowly breaks away from their gaze directed towards one another, and they look directly at Lee Homicide.
Lee: Excuse me, could you just let me get to my…
Lee tries to reach behind the two, but they don’t move they just continue to stare at him. After a few seconds, the boy grabs Lee Homicide’s hand.
Teenage Boy: What’s your problem, punk?
Teenage Girl: Yeah, what is it…
She steps forward and gets right in Lee’s face.
Teenage Girl: You like to watch.
She walks forward, backing Lee up against the lockers on the other side of the hall. The males in the group make a half circle around him.
Lee: I didn’t mean to hurt anybody, I just wanted to get to my…
The people enclose the circle on Lee. He closes his eyes and squats down to the ground.
Lee: Find a happy place, find a happy place…
As the Lee slowly slides down to the ground and covers his head, all of the guys step back and begin to laugh. It’s at this point that the boy we saw at the top of the scene bends down over Lee Homicide.
Teenage Boy: Come on, short stack, do you really think I’d mess up my hair by beating your ass this early?
The boy stand up to his full height. He wraps his hand around the blond girl we saw earlier, and begins to walk away down the hall, leaving Lee cowering on the ground, looking more pathetic than ever. Slowly a hand is extended towards him, and he looks up, standing in front of him is another tall, lanky boy with brown hair, a Star Wars t-shirt, ripped jeans, and black sneakers, similar to those that Lee is wearing. After slowly opening his eyes, Lee Homicide smiles to great the boy. He raises his hand, they clasp together, and the newcomer pulls Lee up to his feet. After finding a full vertical base, Lee Homicide looks at the departing group down the hall, and lets out a muffled shout.
Lee: Yeah, you better run…
The two look at each other and nod.
Lee: Thanks Steve.
Steve: No problem, buddy. Why are they messing with you this early anyways?
The two begin making their way over to Lee Homicide’s locker.
Lee: No idea. But I’ll tell you one thing, they better not come back this way, unless they want to meet the old backhand, you know what I’m saying.
Teenage Boy: Hey, pipsqueak!
Suddenly Lee jumps as the shout of the teenage boy is heard coming down the hallway. He spins the combination lock as he ducks back to the ground as quickly as possible.
Teenage Boy: We left you a little gift in your locker.
Lee Homicide returns to his feet and looks into the eyes of his friend.
Steve: You don’t think?
Lee: What else could it be!
Lee Homicide begins furiously entering his combination back into the lock, as he friend stares at him.
Steve: If you got a valentine from the popular kids, we would finally be known as something more than the weird kids at the end of the hall! We’d finally make a name for ourselves. We’d finally…
Just as he says this, Lee Homicide pulls open his locker, tripping a string and causes a box of water balloons atop his locker to come stumbling on top of his head.
Steve: ...be able to remain dry.
Lee Homicide drops his bag, opens it, and removes a towel. He begins drying off his face, but slows down the drying as he stares at something in the bottom of his locker. His friend notices the reaction, and steps closer to Lee Homicide.
Steve: You’re really going to try and do it today of all days?
Lee: Why not?
Steve: There’s a thousand reasons why not!
Lee Homicide bends over, and picks up a note that has been resting on the bottom of his locker. He holds it up under his friend’s nose as he continues.
Lee: But it’s Valentine’s Day. If anything is ever going to happen with me and Kelly, it’s going to be today.
Lee Homicide swings his locker closed.
Steve: I still think it’s a bad idea…
Lee bends over and zips closed his backpack. He swings it back over his shoulder, moves the note to his back pocket, and begins making his way down the hallway. He turns back to his friend as he continues to walk away.
Lee: It is going to happen Steve. Just you watch.
Lee turns around, but it’s already too late, a door is hurriedly opened, and it cracks him directly in the face, causing him to crumple into a heap on the ground.
Lee (V.O.): Like I said… some things never change…
With this, the scene slowly fades out to black.
To be continued.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2009 16:13:03 GMT -5
“THE SHOWTIME INVITATIONAL ENTERTAINMENT TOURNAMENT” [/font] Credit: Hollywood Macho, Thunderkiss[/center] [Two chairs. Two ACW legends. One quaint locker room. One ticked off sports agent. What we have here folks are the perfect ingredients for another memorable Warfare moment. With the events of the past week and a half ticking his mind, William Wilcox has come tonight to straighten up his clients before they soil his good name along with theirs. That, and before they can send another well known name to the hospital. With a huge payday at stake for himself and one of them, he is going to be damned that they flush all that money down the toilet because they cannot be civil or mature enough to avoid each other until Fallen Heroes.] WCW: Gentlemen, I leave you on your vices for almost two weeks and look what you do! You almost kill the Sham Wow guy and get your image plastered all over the networks for doing the same to Dr. Phil. I mean seriously, what the hell were you two thinking?! [Wilcox gives a scornful look at both Hollywood and Thunderkiss. Like two scolded children neither respond and they continue to lower their heads.] WCW: Yeah, that’s what I thought. You weren’t. You guys keep this up, neither of you will ever get a job in Hollywood again! Now, as much as I would love to lay the blame on the two of you, I am going to take some of the responsibility here. I should have known you two meatheads wouldn’t be able to NOT go all crazy in trying to show the other one up the second I let you in on the news. That’s why we are going to handle this with a more orderly approach. Hollywood: Whatcha’ mean, brud?Thunderkiss: Yeah, and why am I feeling like I am not going to be very happy in a few seconds?WCW: Well, it was my hope you two would settle this inside of Fallen Heroes. Now that its apparent that neither of you can wait until then to begin your pissing contest, we are going to start it an entire week early. Hollywood: Brudah Willy, you sayin’ we gonna be pissing on each other?Thunderkiss: Whoa, hold up. I don’t do that with other guys. WCW: No! No! No! A CONTEST, Macho. A contest! This upcoming Thursday, you two will engage in a “James Bond obstacle course,” so to speak. You will be asked to complete several tasks that will be required of you if you wish to become an iconic villain in the Bond universe! Not only will the world be watching, but also MGM! Time to show them both what you can do, my clients! Now see, isn’t this much better than beating up on infomercial and talk show celebrities? Hollywood: But what about Fallen Heroes? The Mach really wanted to throw this jabroni over the top and make him cry!Thunderkiss: I know its Macho’s wet dream to wrestle many sweaty, muscular men at once in a very inclosed space. It would be a pity for him not to live his dream, Wilcox.WCW: Well, if you two would have used your heads to think about anything other than five hundred dollar shirts and size DD breasts, you would have figured out that this competition is a best of three series, the final stage taking place at Fallen Heroes! Thunderkiss: So, what if I win the first two rounds? Then what? WCW: That won’t happen because I’ll continue the ACW tradition of rigging events so they all culminate at the PPV. Thunderkiss: Alright, sounds good then.Hollywood: So what are we doing on Thursday?WCW: That’s for me to know and for you to find out. I don’t want either of you to know what you’re getting yourself into ahead of time so you can practice or come up with ideas beforehand. My reasons are simple: to be a good actor, one must be spontaneous. Now let me save the two of you some time and make it very clear that there is nothing either one can say or do that’s going to get me to spill the beans. Any attempt to do so will get you a penalty in the Showtime Invitational Entertainment Tournament. Thunderkiss *facepalm*: Ah, you’ve gotta be kidding me.Hollywood *confused*: The what?!WCW: It was a nice gesture to Hollywood back in the day. I thought it would be nice return the favor. Ryan Cooper, God rest his soul. Hollywood *still confused*: Coopah? Who’s Coopah? WCW: I’ll get you some old tapes to watch to catch you up to speed, Mach’. That will have to be on top of your other homework which is to simply study up on Jaws, Odd Job, Dr. No and the like. Maybe, if you’re lucky, one of you will be on that list of names come the 2nd annual Showtime Invitational Entertainment Tournament. [Wilcox has thrown down the gauntlet and both men have picked it up. Ready to lie, cheat and steal their way to victory, what lies ahead will surely live up to the “entertainment” aspect of this tournament. With nothing more that needs to be said, Wilcox saunters out of the room to leave both men to stew in their ambitions. While TK is already scheming, Hollywood is still befuddled and cannot shift the gears in his mind until he gets the answer to the following question - ] Hollywood: Would someone please tell this brudah who Coopah is? [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2009 16:13:34 GMT -5
Segment: The Storm Before The End of the World Credit: Jake Steele / XS3
It’s getting seriously heated in the arena as the show returns; next up will be the official signing of the contracts for the hate and emotion fuelled World Heavyweight Championship feud. Only last week on Meltdown, Jake Steele revealed another one of his master plans, this time it being that of all people, Christine Irvine, wanted to join the crusade if you will to rid ACW of XS3. This reveal set off the ticking time bomb that is Matt Irvine, leading him and Jake Steele to engage in a brutal fight, which resulted in the World Champion being Shadow Stepped off of the stage.
Now four days removed, they will only be inches apart from each other, with only a table and a contract to separate them. The Color Line Arena sit in anticipation, the feed opening up with Charlotte King standing center stage in the middle of the ring in front of the table. The MC for this signing, she stands as the Germans cheer her for her dazzling dress and sexy style. She flashes a smile, and kicks this off properly.
Charlotte King: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the official contract signing for the Alpha Championship Wrestling - World Heavyweight Championship match at Fallen Heroes!
Cheers for the huge matchup can easily be heard through the crowd.
Charlotte King: Allow me to first introduce the challenging competitor for the match, currently hailing from Maple Creek, Saskatchewan, Canada! EEEEEXXXX….ESSSSS….THREE!
The opening of “Hail Destroyer” by Cancer Bats kicks into the PA system, and out from the curtains comes XS3. Still dawning the same clothes from his first statement against the Road Steelers, only this time they surely are covering up some of the wounds from the plummet down to the electric equipment last week. He has the same menacing look on his face with different fans showing the same reaction towards him. XS3 walks up the ring steps and makes his way into the ring, not caring about anybody’s opinions as he sits down into the chair, leaning back into it and awaiting his enemy and rival as Charlotte introducts him.
Charlotte King: And now… the World Heavyweight Champion, currently hailing from Brooklyn, New York! Accompanied to the ring by Misono Matheson, and Christine Irvine! JAAAKKEEE…STEELE!
“Aint I” by Jay-Z begins playing and Jake Steele bursts through the curtain throwing a arm up in the air, the fans in Germany going nuts as Steele grimaces a bit from the pain from the effects of last week. By his side is Misono Matheson, the couple holding hands as Christine Irvine walks out slowly behind them, making sure to focus her attention on her husband, who sits in the ring with the his hand palmed over his mouth in disgust of it all. They make their way down the ramp, Steele making sure the shine of the World Title beams through the crowd and moreso up into the ring and into the face of Matt Irvine. The trio step into the ring, Steele allowing Misono to enter through the bottom rope as Christine enters through the second on her own. Misono and Christine stand behind Steele as he sits down into his seat, placing the title onto the desk and looking straight across to XS3, with a smirk on his face. Charlotte cuts into the stare-off with a question before they sign.
Charlotte King: Now, gentlemen, before you sign the contracts do you have anything to say to each other?
XS3: Go ahead, Jake. Continue to prance around, displaying what little bravado you can. It'll certainly hide the fact that you are nothing more than a home-wrecker. You know that you can't beat me fair and square so you have to resort to using my wife against me. I don't know why you had to resort to it but hey, whatever gets you more attention I guess. Just like the good ol' days, eh Jake? When you would do stupid shit to put yourself over everyone else? Well, considering everything else that's gone down between us, you can do all the stunts you want. Or in some cases, I can do the crazy shit. Just remember that come Fallen Heroes, your spotlight is going to be shone on someone more deserving of it than you.
XS3 lowers the microphone and picks up the pen, turning the contract to him so he can take a quick glance over the words. He sees nothing out of place and he signs his name onto the dotted line. Leaning back into the chair, his words still sinking into Jake Steele’s mind, he’s said what he needed to. Steele glances over to his left, looking up at Misono for a brief second, sucking his teeth before he lets a small bit of laughter seep through his mouth. He shakes his head and blows into the air, before he grabs the contract, turns it to him… and then picks up the microphone, saying what he now needs to say.
Steele: Before I sign dis contract, and since we finally face to face, in a civil manner, I may as well take da time to talk with you man to man. You know Matt, I never, in a million years thought dis day would come. I really didn’t. You… you played us all dawg. You threw da wool over my eyes, over Train’s eyes, over Lee’s eyes, and over every last one these fans out here’s eyes. You made every last one of us think you was forever a Road Steeler. Damn son, you deserve a Oscar, fuck Mach.
XS3 nonchalantly listens on, most likely thinking he’s going to hear the same thing, but Steele digs deeper, and pushes harder to make sure XS3 knows what he feels.
Steele: I’m lookin’ straight into your eyes, and even deep, deep, deep inside I can see you done changed. You really serious about dis… ain’t you? You really want me wiped off da face of da earth?
XS3 smirks, letting Steele know that is what he wants, actually he’s made it clear that that is exactly what he wants. No surprise. Anyway, Steele continues to dig, until he strikes a nerve.
Steele: …and here I am, thinkin’ you just wanted attention. Thinkin’ you just wanted your name to be forever remembered, because even after nine years - nobody remembers who you are. There’s somethin’ you gonna have to realize in dis situation Matt. People love me. Dey follow what I do, and dey enjoy every minute of what I do, and you want to know why? Because when I say I’m goin’ to do something’ - I do it. You can’t lead people to follow you when you ain’t a leader. All you do, Matt, is talk. You’ve spoken for years, YEARS, about it being your time. But every time yo chance comes… you choke. BK London. Jay Zero. Da momentum was completely in ya favor, everybody rooted for you. But you lost, because you didn’t believe your own words. And tell me somethin’, as you look across dis table and look into my eyes, tell me dat in da back of ya mind you aren’t startin’ to doubt yourself again. Actually, I know you are, no need to tell me. Because sooner than later, dat same spotlight is gonna be on you again. And I can promise, Matthew Keith Irvine, dat you WILL - CHOKE - AGAIN!
A vein in XS3’s neck begins to stick out as he now leans over the desk, standing up as Steele rolls his chair back with a confident smile. He stands up, and it seems that in just a few moments these two will be back at blows. Until Steele turns his back to XS3, stepping out of the ring, having yet not signed the contract. He doesn’t leave, he simply turns back around and looks back up at XS3, who has stepped around the table and looks like he’s about to go after Steele right then and there. Steele throws up a finger, signaling for him to hold his horses. He seems to have something else to say, raising the microphone to his lips.
Steele: Now, I know you may want to hop across dis table and make a fool out of me one more time, but dat won’t exactly be smart for you. Why? Well, let me show you. Make sure you pay attention to dis one, cause it’s explosive.
“Palms Read” by Protest the Hero hits and the Germany fan base looks in not knowing what is coming. But as XS3 listens to the beat he begins to realize it. Ken Dante, Punished Fox, Maximus Dungeon, and Kenji Kobayasha all step out, their faces intent on band “leader”. XS3’s eyes widen, him shaking his head no continuously as they meet Steele at the bottom of the rope, tapping him on his shoulders as they surround the ring. Ken on one side, Maximus on another, Kenji on another, Steele and Punished side by side on another. During their entrance, Misono and Christine both did the smart thing and left the ring, heading up the ramp as this can and definitely will get hectic.
XS3 doesn’t know where to look, or what to do, looking in front of him, behind him, and side to side. Demon Inc. can be seen smiling menacingly rubbing their hands together as Steele steps back a few inches and points for them to go. They all dash into the ring and hop onto XS3. He is ambushed pretty quickly, as all four men beat on him. He isn’t giving up that easy though, as he punches away Maximus and Ken, trying to do the same with Kenji and Punished, but Kenji ducks his punch and Karate Kicks XS3 into the side of the signing table. All four men begin punching and eventually kicking down onto the body of the man they once shared drinks with, smoked with, and jammed hard with. This beat down gets a mixed reaction from the crowd, cheers beginning to overtake the seeping jeers as Jake Steele slides back into the ring.
Steele runs his the palm of his hand over his head, with the same smile on his face. He motions for Demon Inc. to pick up XS3, and they pick him up, holding him up by the arms as he keeps his own deep expression over his face. Steele walks up to the man he now no longer calls, nor will he ever again call “brother”. He grabs his World Title from off the table and holds it up to XS3’s face, bending over to make sure he sees it up close as possible. Steele yells some words that are heard to hear into the face of Matt Irvine. Whatever is said, it pisses the beaten XS3 even more, as he hocks a loogie and hurls it into the face of Steele!
Steele stands up, looking disgusted as he wipes the sliding spit off his cheek. Steele closes his eyes, shaking his head right before he smashes the title against XS3’s skull!
XS3 slowly falls back to the mat, Demon Inc. letting him fall, although Steele doesn’t seem done. He now tells Demon Inc to step aside, as he steps over the body of XS3, picking his body up by the shirt as he looks over to the table right next to him and smiles. Holding the bigger man up, Steele utters very familiar words into the face of his, and the Road Steelers betrayer...
Steele: Nothin’ personal.
Throwing his head underneath the waist of XS3, Steele lifts him up over his shoulders and around onto the table as he hit’s the Boomerang (Olympic Slam)! XS3 crumples into pieces with the table and the sheet covering it, as Steele pulls the contract and the pen out of the heap, signs the contract and throws it onto the cold body of one, XS3, raising his title and the arms of Demon Inc in the air in the process to a loud reaction, mainly cheers for Steele getting his first taste of payback.
The match is now official. And so is the fact that XS3 is alone in this war, it seems.
The betrayer has now been betrayed. Demon Inc and the Road Steelers are one cohesive unit. My how the tables can turn so vastly, so quick.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2009 16:14:34 GMT -5
“WHO IS NUMBER 30?” Credit: Dave Shadow, Thunderkiss [Deep within the bowels of the arena, Zero Tolerance lays in wait. With no match to call his own tonight, Thunderkiss has taken a support role once more as he watches Dave wrestle his way to another victory. He can’t help but feel proud as his protegee moves up the ranks, yet at the same time, he knows deep down that Shadow certainly doesn’t need his help nor guidance. It is as if Dave humors him though that is only half true. From Shadow’s perspective It never hurts to have too many mentors, especially when one of them is Thunderkiss. It’s not like he cannot return the favor, and at this point in time, he does exactly that.] Dave: You know, something just hit me. We've been together a week now, and I've yet to hear you talk about winning, or even referencing, the Fallen Heroes match that's coming up. I mean, I'm presuming you want to win the thing?Thunderkiss: Are you kidding? When I come in at number thirty, there should be like, only five, six guys in the ring, tops. I’m going to hardly break a sweat, brother.Dave: Hehe, sorry TK. I must have something in my ear. I could have sworn you just said you were going to be the 30th man entering. I'd be worried and jealous....if it wasn't for the fact Mr. Gingerdude had already promised me that spot.Thunderkiss: Hate to break the news to ya, Dave, but good ol’ Dad said that number had my name written all over it.Dave: But he told me I'd get the spot as a reward for helping him against Dan White.Thunderkiss: Oh, did he now?[Both men quickly connect the dots and realize they have been “had.” Plans of mutiny begin to fester within each man but are quickly doused out by the Chairman who enters right on cue. Wishing to bring nothing but happiness and joy to his two right hand men, the quietness in the room and the looks of content on their faces tell him that he’s going to have his work cut out for him tonight.] Gingerdude: Gentlemen, what’s with the sour faces? Dave: Would you care to explain why you told both TK and myself that we were going to be the thirtieth entrant in Fallen Heroes?Gingerdude: I did?! What a terrible oversight! Thunderkiss: Yeah, I’m sure.[Dave and Thunderkiss shoot each other a “yeah, right” look. The cat is out of the bag and now Ginger’s intellect works overtime on getting it back in. A long awkward silence stands in for his voice until the gears within his head finally churn out a full proof way to mend any bad feelings.] Gingerdude: Well gentlemen, what can I say? I messed up, yet, in my gaff, I have found the perfect solution to this little problem. Thunderkiss: You are going to give Dave the 30th entry and create the 31st for myself?Gingerdude: Ehrm, no. However, I am going to let you two settle this the old fashioned way - in the ring! Dave: How exactly is that the perfect solution? In case you forgot, we're meant to be a team now and the last thing I wa....we need...is to be fighting each other already.Gingerdude: You didn’t let me finish! Not only will we have a match to determine the final spot in Fallen Heroes, but I’ll also toss in a few of your associates to liven things up a bit! [Thunderkiss rolls his eyes and crosses his arms across his chest. His body language makes it clear to the Chairman he is upset and the words that come out of his mouth confirm Ginger’s observation.] Thunderkiss: And again, how is this making amends? If you ask me, it sounds as if you are building a giant mini rumble to draw ticket sales and monster ratings. While that may fatten up that advertising check you get every month, it does jack shit for us, Ginger.Gingerdude: Oh ye of little faith. Do you not see the golden opportunity I have now laid out before you? I am going to stick Zero Tolerance in a match with three other individuals who pose a threat to both your chances of walking out of Fallen Heroes a winner. While petty ego trips and jealously will prevent your opponents from teaming up, they will not hinder an alliance between you two. Your combined might will not only allow one of you to seize the thirtieth spot, but will also soften up your rivals. Come PPV time, their bodies will already be tattered and bruised, the perfect combination for allowing easy disposal over the top rope. Doesn’t sound so bad now, hm? [Actually, it doesn’t. TK’s and Dave’s ill feelings are quelled though one question still lingers.] Dave: What about that thirtieth spot? I mean, only one of us can win, right? Gingerdude: That, my good boy, is going to be between you and Thunderkiss to decide. I refuse to play favorites thus I am washing my hands of the entire situation. I will man up to my mistake and apologize for being absent minded. While apologies are nice, I can tell that the both of you would rather see some action. So be it. To be fair, I will toss in a nice little vacation package to the runner up. A full expenses paid, time off from ACW kinda thing. Sound good? [Dave and Thunderkiss say not a word. The prize for the runner up sounds pretty good to two guys who are always on the road almost 52 weeks out of the year, though the competitor in each refuses to accept anything less than the top prize. Ginger doesn’t need them to verbally accept his offer; he can read a definitive yes in each man’s eyes.] Gingerdude: I’ll take that as a definitive yes. Well if you excuse me gentlemen, I was only popping in to say hi. I promised I would go on a tour of Hamburg with Anna and now that a crisis has been diverted I do not keep her waiting. Godspeed! [The proud father leaves his troops with far better moral than when he first came. Now that all the cards have been laid on the table, both Dave and Thunderkiss know what’s at stake and the only thing left is to let them fall where they may ... ] Thunderkiss: So Dave, I hear Mexico is a good place to go this time of year.Dave: Glad you think so partner. Don't forget to send me a postcard.Thunderkiss: Heh.[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2009 16:15:05 GMT -5
Segment: He's from Illinois, what could go wrong?! (Credit: XS3 / Senator)
In the back, we cut to XS3 seated on a bench and tending to his wounds. The negative reaction that XS3 has been getting all these weeks has become somewhat of a more mixed reaction, though the jeers remain constant. As the #1 contender curses softly under his breath, a figure suddenly approaches XS3, who looks up and sighs almost as if he doesn't want to face this man. Surely, as he rises to his feet, the camera pans up to reveal Senator Steve Phillips, who gets a large pop from the crowd.
The Senator: I saw what happened out there.
Before Senator can continue, XS3 has a small little snap.
XS3: What, you come to rub it in my face too? Go ahead, be like every other moron out there. See if I give a fuck.
Senator puts his hands up to reassure XS3 otherwise.
Senator: See, while you may have valid reasons not to trust anyone in this industry, all I ask is that you give me the time of day here. We have a mutual enemy. While he is not an overt threat to ACW as say, Jay Zero, or in his last run, BK London was, Jake Steele is yet an egregious offender to the true spirit of the sport. I find Mr. Steele to be the perfect example of the current generation of rapscallion youth. While few around here are learned in the social graces, he willfully shuns them to the point that I cannot tolerate his very presence. His very demeanor takes the form of overt anti-intellectualism, in every mannerism, every word he utters. To put it bluntly, I simply do not wish to see the belt around the waist of such an indivudal.
XS3 looks on, almost in disbelief. A man who took XS3 to hell and back numerous times for the International title suddenly agrees with him? Even though the fans don't?
XS3: Really?
Senator: Yes. Trust me, or do not, but I have no overt motives in wanting to see you defeat Steele. I would simply prefer to see a worthy opponent holding that belt when I eventually challenge for it again, and I consider yourself to be one. Self-interest drives competiton, but Steele takes selfishness to a new level. He has no real overriding ideology aside from the casual leftism that infects his generation, but wants to change the world in his image, regardless. Such a plan, or lack thereof can only lead to disaster, and will sully the reputation of our fine belt.
XS3: Well, that's great to hear. You're right, he IS greedy. I hope those three assholes drive my apparently former-bandmates nuts every waking day of their lives so that they have no choice but to crawl back to me. Cocksuckers. I would love to get my hands on that asshole right now and rip him strip by strip.
XS3 almost smiles with sheer psychotic delight, wanting to get his meathooks around Jake Steele's throat. Senator sees the insanity flash in his eyes and pats him on the shoulder to bring him back to reality.
Senator: Look, my first instinct in this sort of a situation is to swing for the fences, and I hardly have the physical basis to do that, not as you do. Remember this, and if you remember nothing else I say, take this to heart: Steele will play mindgames with you. Ignore them. Force him to fight your fight, make him match his power with your superior strength, do not allow him to distract you with his irksome personality. Simply go out there, focus on the real prize, and moreso, on what you have to do to earn it.
XS3: You know something? I've said this before and hot damn, I'll say it again. Regardless of any allegiances, I have always had the utmost respect for you, even back in the Entourage. Either way, thank you for the advice and I promise to you, to my son and to anyone who has one tiny shred of respect left for me that I will walk away from Fallen Heroes with the ACW World Heavyweight Championship. And Jake Steele will go home in a body bag…
XS3 pauses and finally smiles, finally getting the chance to do something he's always wanted to do for a while even if it means bringing back an old catchphrase…
XS3: And that's not destiny… That's not fate…
XS3 stops before he can finish and waits for Senator to finish it like a giddy sixth grader seeing boobs for the first time. Senator finally realizes what XS3 means and he softly smiles.
Senator: Yes, that, my friend, is nothing… but the truth.
As soon as he completes the catchphrase, XS3 jumps up and down, unable to contain himself. He hears the fans laughing in the background and once again adopts a calm and collected posture before engaging in a quick handshake with Senator and walking off. Senator raises an eyebrow in bemusement as the scene comes to a close.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2009 16:15:45 GMT -5
"Family Pride" Credit: Lee Homicide/Danny Mainer [/i][/center] Rocking his own style as only he can, Lee Homicide dances casually down the corridor as his full blast iPhone gives him the greatest listening pleasure to Jin’s “The Rest is History” album. With the Mini Battle Royale awaiting, he clearly has no confidence issues before to knock him off his stride as he nods his head to the beat of “Senorita” singing along to the tune. However, as he dwells in his own happiness of music and being a tag team champion he is left blissfully unaware of the impending danger that’s heading straight towards him. When someone mentions “Grumpy Old Man Aggression” they immediately associate that term with Senator Steve Phillips but today it shall be given a new meaning as Danny Mainer’s personal psychiatrist Raymond King who makes a B-Line for the cocky young member of The Road Steelers. He walks straight into him much to the surprise and anger of Lee as his headphones are knocked off in the collision.Lee: GAWD-DAY-UM yuh geezer! Watch where you’s goin’! Use those two beady little pieces of jelly in your otherwise empty-ass skull! Raymond King: ”I’ve got a bone to pick with you, shitdick! I want some words.”Lee: Some words, huh? Well, trust me when I say that the Lyrically-Equipped Emcee has got more than enough sick verses to spare. Not like I’d waste them on yo wrinkly behind, though. You got any idea who I is? It takes every out of restraint in Raymond King’s body to not just belt the Brooklyn Native in the face then and there and have the whole thing done with (A Psychiatrist with anger issues? Oh posh.). Instead he pokes him right in the chest and shouts aggressively.Raymond King: ”Yeah I know WHO you are Lee but I wanna know who you THINK you are, you rotten little shit! I wanna know where you get off thinking you can treat my niece like you did last Thursday! She might be used to taking bullshit from insignificant little scrubs like you but I’m not and if you’re insulting Charlotte YOU’RE insulting me! I may not be from Brooklyn but I know that even twats like you have a lot of mojo about respect for your family. I’m not from the streets but I’ve got the same principle Learn some respect for your superiors, The King Family Name is a prestigious one and one that won’t let you go lightly. If your crack-addict mother taught you ANYTHING, it should be to respect family and those around you . Are we on the same page or do I have to smash the used dildo you’ve got for a brain out of your head first?!”Ray raises a fist and shakes it in the face of Lee aggressively to get his point across.Lee: Go off and fuck a goat, gramps. I’m sure you were the big dawg in whatever shithole zoo they keep your species in these days. I’m sure you’ve bitch slapped your fair share of in shuffleboard or whatevah it is you waste yo time with these days, but out here, King Lee rules the motherfuckin’ jungle. Lee starts walking backwards and turns around to leave but almost in perversely homoerotic fashion he literally turns into the sight of Danny Mainer who has this evil, creepy, gay grin on his face. With a creepy shrill voice he announces his arrival in similar fashion to that of Ned Flander’s mom..Danny Mainer: ”HELLO JOE!!!”Lee shits a brick at Mainer’s closeness and jumps back covering his chest with his arms.Lee: What the fuck, man?! Get away from me before yo damn crazy rubs off, cracka! Danny Mainer: ”Listen buddy, if you’re disrespecting Charlotte, you’re disrespecting Ray and if you’re disrespecting Ray you’re disrespecting ME. Now you may be a tag team champion Lee but I’m a two time International Champion and I never lost my GWF Intercontinental Championship. Rightfully, that is still mine. You’re messing with the man that’s going on to win Fallen Heroes at the end of the month so I’d advise if you value your ol’ reliable legs, Stumpy McGee then I suggest you shut your mouth and get the fuck outta’ town. Charlotte is on our watch and we’re not letting you run your mouth like you own the place.”Raymond King: ”That’s the truth. I don’t know how much prestige the “Homicide” family name holds, none wouldn’t surprise me to be perfectly honest. However, The King Name is a well respected one around Norwich and The UK and if you think you’re going to put our family down you’re going to have A LOT of issues to deal with. I’m not young but I’ve got some Golden Glove background in Norwich, you understand you pathetic little labrat or do I have to sock you one?”Lee: Heh, stop wasting my damn time and get the fuck out of my face. I got better things to do than listen to your mindless drivel. God knows Charlotte meets my quota for the rest of eternity. Flustered in fury Ray grabs Lee’s shirt and thrusts his heavily bearded face right into Lee’s giving him a loud and clear message as he tries to intimidate the cocky young superstar who’s making a big name for himself at an incredibly fast pace.Raymond King: ”Listen sonny, if I EVER hear of you disrespecting my niece again I swear down on my very life that I’ll make sure you never work in Wrestling again!!! I get angry when people slag me off, I get REALLY angry when people slag my family off and I won’t hesitate to run you over in my Ford Mustang, reverse and hit you OVER and OVER and OVER again! Some people say I’ve got an eye for an eye policy/issue but I’d like to think I’m more of a throat for a spilt drink man and if you EVER pull the shit you pulled on Charlotte last week again, even the thought of you wrestling will be the butt of a LOT of jokes for YEARS to come! Are we clear?”With a forceful shove, Lee pushes Ray off as Danny unholsters Sally, the meat cleaver he holds so dear to him and stands in a threatening pose behind him while Lee dishes out a retort.Lee: You think you scare me, Rick? Raymond King: itzRAYyuhTWAT With that, the two gentlemen wander off leaving Lee angry at the catchphrase theft, a teenie bit scared and probably freaked out by Mainer howling Simpsons’s quotes in his face. The two men head off in the same direction towards the locker room as Lee dusts himself off.Raymond King: ”Let’s go, I need a ciggy and some Red Bull, got a long drive tomorrow.”Danny Mainer: ”Alright. Hooray for nights off huh?”Lee just shrugs and heads off in his own direction.Lee: The hell was that all about? White people are nuckin’ futz! As the three men head off in their separate ways one has to wonder if Lee ever will down-chat Charlotte King again or if he’ll leave her like Raymond demanded. As Lee skips along down the corridor listening to his iPod seemingly care free the question is also posed, will he win tonight’s Mini Battle Royal and if not how well will he fare? Only time will truly tell. Stay tuned readers, there’s more Mainer and more Homicide to appear later in the night.FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2009 16:16:24 GMT -5
Segment: Unstoppable Credit: Jake Steele
Only moments removed from the statement that Jake Steele made against XS3, we open up to the group of Demon Inc, Christine, Misono and Steele walking down the halls, heading to their locker room, or possibly even out of the arena and to their next destination with nothing left to have been said with what they’ve already done. Yet, even with no words thought to be said, there is always Kevin Anderson around to pull questions out of the wrestlers in the backstage area, or get fucked up for his troubles. As he jumps in front of Steele, startling him a bit as he does, he throws a microphone up to his mouth as he begins to question and hopefully get answers.
Kevin Anderson: Excuse me, Jake, can I have a minute to speak with you and your new crew!? Maybe you can explain what just happened, possibly?
Steele: Kevin, you know damn well dat you only address me as Mistah Steele, you dig?
Kevin Anderson: Sorry, Mr. Steele --
Steele: Shut up, and give me dat damn mic, I don’t need you talkin brah.
Steele snatches the microphone away from Kevin, and shoves him to the side as he waves for the cameraman (probably Sim Snuka) to catch a close up of him, and the people behind him. He looks over at Kevin, and shakes his head at him, before he begins to give him and everyone else some words to listen close to.
Steele: I’ll still explain myself though, even if it is a simple concept. Payback. Dat’s what Matt Irvine just felt. Dat’s why Punished Fox, Maximus, Ken, and Kenji are here with me right now. Payback is a bitch. Matt wanted to turn his back towards me? Towards people who cared about him? Well you know what, now we’ve officially turned our backs on you! Out there you signed yo retirement contract, cause after Fallen Heroes you will fade to black. I’ll make sure of it.
Steele hunches his shoulders up and flicks his nose, a half smile on his face as he continues, sure that everyone has their ears open for what he’ll say next.
Steele: And let’s clear da air about somethin’ right now. I don’t need any one of who I got on my side. I don’t need Train and Lee. I don’t need Demon Inc. I can take you out all by myself. You said you wanted me at 100%, well I want you at 500%, even if dat won’t happen. Cause we both know dat when a chance arises, we won’t fail to take dat chance and turn it to our favor. Dat was what we did for months, and it’s what we still do, even when torn apart and despite you wantin' to admit it.
It can be doubted that XS3 is actually listening to this interview at the moment, but Steele knows that he’s going to hear it at some point, and he wants him to hear every word of it. Especially this next part.
Steele: Tonight was my chance. Demon Inc’s chance, and they took it with smiles on dey faces! Cause now dey aren’t following a leader who don’t even know where he’s going next. No longer will dey have to listen to yo sob stories, and pat you on da back when you fail… nah, now dey are in da presence of greatness. Dey are apart of a successful family. Where losin’ is never a option…Haha. Matt. Allow me to introduce you …
…to my Nation of Demonation.
Steele extends his arms out, as Punished Fox, Maximus Dungeon, Ken Dante, and Kenji Kobayasha smile collectively, standing behind proud to be with a leader who is clear with his intentions and his actions. Cheers can be heard easily from the German crowd, still high off of the idea of the Road Steelers growing even more. Steele lowers his arms, making one final note, or challenge.
Steele: Matt, don’t worry about yo credibility, you’ll have a chance to redeem yaself before Fallen Heroes. Dis Thursday. We compete in a series of competitions. You pick da first. I pick the second. And da third is decided by da higher ups. It’s dat simple. You want to prove you still a man in my eyes? Well, in three days - your chance comes. And I know you can dig dat...
Steele looks back over at Kevin, smiles, and drops the microphone as he and the “Nation of Demonation” walk off to wherever it is that they are headed. A new challenge laid out, this being based off of pure skill. Who will take it home? Find out at Meltdown.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2009 16:17:27 GMT -5
] ”Favour for The Don” Credit: Danny Mainer Carelessly barging through the office door of one Chairman Gingerdude as he scribbles up some paperwork. Without any consideration for the effects of what he’s about to do he makes his way straight to the desk of the flame-headed, sister-kidmapping Chairman and sits his ass on the desk like he’s a stripper of some descript. He smiles sweetly and kicks his legs as Ginger plays the “If I ignore him” game hoping that he will in fact to quote Macho “twiddly twiddly his ass on out of here” but Danny has plans to stay and with the cameras rolling one would assume Mainer plans to show him up to the world. After a few minutes of waiting for Ginger to acknowledge him, he finally clears his throat which again goes completely ignored. Ginger wipes his mouth on the back of his expensive blazer and continues to write until Danny clears his throat yet again and starts to speak.Danny Mainer: ”Mr. Gingerdude sir. I’d like to an extend an invitation your way. From one man to another.”Chairman Gingerdude: “I’m kind of busy right now Mainer, I’ve got a company to run. I don’t want to be wasting my time with my employees when I’m up to my neck in paperwork, have a tour to organize and a pay-per-view to throw together and find out who’s giving everyone on the roster marijuana.”Danny Mainer: ”Well, I’m not here to waste your time Ginger, I’m bored and I have a night off. Now I’m not gonna’ lie over the past year or so I’ve made your life miserable. Sure, I didn’t break into your house to party or send a recording team over for it to be on crappy daytime British TV shows but I’ve not exactly been helpful and as the righter of wrongs, being the generous man that I am albeit short of money right now and could do with some financial backing, but generous nonetheless I was wondering if there’s any favours you needed doing.”Chairman Gingerdude: “Favours? Like, helping out or whatever? The tech guys could always use a hand setting up pyrotechnics and the lights guys are getting on my arse lately with their constant –“Danny Mainer:”Nononono. Non, nada. See, Ginger. I know you. You’re the kind of guy that will pay money to have opposition dealt with. Not good money, but money nonetheless and you know what they say. Take care of the cents and the dollars take care of you. So basically, for whatever spare change you're willing to throw at my head I'm offering to uhh... take care of someone that's getting on your ass."Chairman Gingerdude: "EXCUSE ME?! How dare you assume that I would be as so petty to interfere with my own roster for selfish gain. What on earth possesses you to think I’d pay my own roster to take someone out? That’s a ludicrous though and quite frankly, I’d advise you get out. Your contract negotiation is coming up soon and I don’t wanna have to take away your unsackable contract clause! OUT!Without any need for further words, Danny heads towards the door while the camera guy switches the camera off. Danny reaches for the door but Ginger having returned to rationality beckons him back.Chairman Gingerdude: “Is the camera off? Good. Alright Danny, here.”Danny jogs casually to the desk, a smirk on his face as he realizes he’s in luck.Chairman Gingerdude: “You’re a capable guy, a bit mental yes but you get things done and I can respect that Psycho Butcher. So, I’m not going to send you after a member of the roster tonight but rather, give you a trial job. If you want to be my personal hitman, so to speak then do this for me. To the left of my desk is a case with a sniper rifle in it. Don’t worry, it’s an airsoft but it packs a punch. Now, go out to the little watch-tower from the arena and if you look down at the main entrance you’ll see a bunch of protestors outside on human rights campaigns over how we treat our wrestlers or whatever. Mainly because of you, our average wage looks like crap so I want you to go up there with a rifle and take them out. Do this for me and I’ll give you five hundred, alright?”Danny Mainer: ”Five hundred dollars? Pfft, I couldn’t buy a couch for that much. A grand and you have yourself a deal.”Chairman Gingerdude: “Truthfully, you’re the only person that would actually go ahead and do this so alright. 1,000. Now get out there and snipe yourself a protestor.”Danny heads towards the door and moments later he’s shown heading up the stairs of a large tower built into the gate of the entrance. Briefcase in hand he has this aire of confidence about him as he feels he will look a total badass in his black cargo pants, New Rock boots and Golden Mask lucha libre hoodie. As he reaches the top of the steps he zips the mask down so his face is completely obscured and then he steps onto a positioned crate up to the slim window at the right level for Mainer to shoot from. He scopes the scenario and sees about 20 or so people all gathered outside of the front gates with picket signs shouting. Mainer hates protesters just as much as the next man so he opens up the rifle case and starts to piece it together calculatingly. He quickly screws the scope on and then loads a full cartridge and starts to take aim.
This gun was clearly masterfully crafted by some nerds somewhere in Detroit as the scope is perfect down to every detail with numerous modes of zoom built in. Danny twists the dial on the side and zooms in from 2 times to 4 times and it still looks fantastic. From that view he can see the main ring leader of the protestors rallying them up with a fat ass double-sided sign saying “RIGHTS FOR WORKERS”. Flashbacks to Vietnam war films run through Danny’s mind as he utters only two words before taking his shot.Danny Mainer: ”Fuckin’ commies.”He fires and the plastic pellet soars through the air at ridiculous pace striking down the ringleader of the protestors like lightning. Ow. Ungracefully he collapses to the floor his sign hitting the floor. “Bingo” Danny muses before taking aim again. The bullet bounced off of the back of his skull at incredible velocity and hurtled into another direction as some people gathered around to check if he was alright. Danny looks down the scope again sees some people turning around to see where the fire came from unsuccessful in locating his presence. As two people cart off the leader of the protestors, him using them as a crutch Danny decides to send a final message by planting another pellet right into the neck of one of the human crutches. He takes aim carefully and yet again it’s another score as the three of them tumble under the weight. Danny just laughs and disassembles his sniper quickly before running down the stairs away from the scene of the crime while protestors start to get onto what’s just gone on. The crowd soon dissolves after that as the screen turns to black.FADE ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Match 3: Non-Title Match Dan White vs. Thunder Train (Credit: Dan White) The duo had met before, but never in singles competition, and it was sure to be a match which would give either man the psychological edge, especially with The Road Steelers and The Empire emerging as two of the strongest stables ACW has ever had. Train began the match with the advantage, man-handling Dan, throwing him all over the German ring with double axe handles, double arm suplexes, and basically trying to destroy Dan as quickly as he can. A quick lapse of concentration when attempting a Powerbomb occurred, however, and Dan was able to beat Train in the face a bit. He attempted a STUNT BOMB, but Train was too large to lift up, much to Dan's dismay. Train then retaliated with the Mega-Wreckage (Crossbody Backbreaker) and only narrowly missed out on the win because of Dan's close proximity to the ropes. During the middle of the match, the duo went to the outside. Dan smashed Train's head off a table, and tried to whip him into the steel steps, but this was a foolish move as Train comfortably reversed it. Hurting, Dan was whipped into the crowd barricade with ease, and Train rolled him back into the ring. Gaining a pop for throwing an arm in the air, Train threw Dan at the ropes. He attempted his Pumpkin Smasher, but Dan held onto the ropes. He then went into a new gear, beating Train with a number of punches and stomps to the legs. He then tried to go for the FUJIWARA ARMBAR, but Train's arm is too big for Dan to successfully pull off the move, and Train instead decided to throw Dan across the ring! It looked like Train was unstoppable against Dan. He picked him up, going for the OM NOM BOMB. But Dan managed to escape, and planted him with a Dragonzuri. It was painful, but not enough to bring Train down. He followed it up with a Russian Leg Sweep, which did the job. Not letting an opportunity swing by, Dan crashed off the ropes, planting Train with the 75MPH KICK which gave him the 1-2-3. Winner: “The Welsh Dragon” Dan White
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