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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2009 16:18:46 GMT -5
The Dominant Force Dan White The segment cuts back after the break, and we're with Dan White, who's still in his wrestling gear, following his win against Thunder Train. Charlotte stands by with the microphone.Charlotte: Well as you can see I'm with “The Welsh Dragon” Dan White, who just moments ago managed to defeat the 360-pound Thunder Train. Now Dan, whilst you've won over Train in the past, this is the first time you've actually defeated him in singles competition. Dan White: Well I just think it proves that I can fight any kind of man that comes my way. You have fat bastards like Thunder Train and Thunderkiss in this Fallen Heroes Battle Royale, who automatically assume that their weight can literally carry themselves into a victory. Well I got newsflash for all of ya. It's not 1988 anymore. You can't win a Battle Royale by being the fattest tosser in the bloody ring. It's all about pace, technique, and intelligence. Big John Studd didn't hold any of these qualities. One Man Gang didn't hold any of these qualities. And that's why you don't see big people winning these sorts of matches anymore. Size means jack shit. Any pipsqueek can win Fallen Heroes, so long as they got the brains, and the courage. Charlotte: And what about the announcement that there's going to be a “winner takes 30th spot” Battle Royale for Thursday Night Meltdown? Dan White: I'm looking forward to it, Charlotte, but I have a feeling it's going to be in slightly bad taste. That ginger-pubed twat of a chairman we've got here has got two of his boys in that match. That's two out of five. And I think something fishy is going on there. But that aside, I don't really care where I come in the rumble. I'll start it in 30th place. I'll start it in first place. It doesn't really matter to me. I have proved that I can take on all the talent that's on this roster, and mate, if that ain't a challenge to every single wrestler, then I have no idea what is. I relish the thought that I have to take on a match of that size, with everyone wanting my blood. And I'll relish it even more when I come out as the victor. Charlotte: You also have Jack Jefferson and Jonny Hughes in the match, who are your stable partners. Are solo desires going to come into conflict? Dan raises his eyebrows.Dan White: Well, admittedly we've not even spoke about it. But to answer, it's a match of which every man is in it for themselves. And I'd imagine the three of us would go at it as though we had to fight each other in a singles match. Yeah, you're not gonna get steel chairs or smoke grenades or anything like that, but you're gonna get guys who have the blood of a Brit in them. And you have it in you yourself, Charlotte. You got here to give me this interview instead of that annoying prick Kevin Anderson. Charlotte's turn to raise her eyebrows.Charlotte: Um, I wasn't aware that it was a race to interview....where is Kevin? Dan White: I locked him in a cupboard. But my point stands. If I threw someone out over that top rope and I took the time to taunt the person I'd eliminated, if Hughes saw that as an opportunity to eliminate me, I say go for it! Either way, whoever leads The Empire to victory at Fallen Heroes is going to be backed by fellow Empire members going into Omega Effect V. And I promise you, Charlotte, one of us is going to be in that World Title match at Omega Effect. Charlotte: And what about your opponent tonight? You beat Thunder Train, but admittedly it wasn't easy. It took you to get to the third of your finishers in order to beat him. Dan White: He's a tough bastard, I'll give him that. But he needs to join a gym, because he's a fat bastard as well. Couldn't lift him off the ground. But it tells a fine story, doesn't it? The story of a guy who resorts to absolutely everything, but has the ol' rocket in the pocket when it matters most. And that's what Train will be thinking, when he wakes up. The last thing that went through his mind was my foot. And it shows just how fucking diverse I am. If you have a thick skull, you ain't gonna out-master me when I lock in the Fujiwara. If you're a technical genius, you ain't gonna be able to handle a blow to the back. If you're a fat bastard, you ain't gonna be able to avoid a kick to the head. Charlotte: Well what if they're all three? Dan White: ... Owned.Dan White: Well they're not going to be able to avoid a gun, are they? Charlotte: Um, last time I checked, you couldn't use a gun in a match. Dan White: ...Yeah well! What about a Street Fight? Charlotte: Um...I guess you co- Dan White: An Unsanctioned Street Fight... Charlotte laughs at the sheer stupidity of what Dan's saying, but Dan also sees the funny side, letting out a chuckle.Dan White: Anyways Charlotte, you fine specimen of a woman, I'm off to get leathered with The Empire. Charlotte: Wait, you're not going after Thunderkiss? Dan White: Not tonight, Charlotte. Thunderkiss is going to have to wait. I could strike at any moment.... Dan smirks as he goes off-camera, leaving Charlotte to shrug her shoulders.
But if I was Thunderkiss, I'd be bricking it.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2009 16:19:02 GMT -5
”Guns, Drugs & The Schutzstaffel” Credit: Danny Mainer The sound of “The Hitler Rap” by the Whitest Kids U Know hits the megaphone and the crowd soon turns into an angry mob as they hear the spelling out of the name that has forever blackened the name of The Deutschland, stepping out of the curtains to the unbelievably peaked fury of the crowd some random guy steps out dressed as the one and only, most hated man in History Adolf Hityler. A beige shirt, suit pants and a moustache are topped off by big black Rick Astley sunglasses and a fat-ass platinum Swastika medallion about the size of Flava Flav’s giant pocketwatch which is encrusted with diamonds. The idea that someone would make this memorabilia, nevermind fund to have it made in the first place is simply mindboggling. It’s a beautiful piece of jewellery despite its evil connotations
A small waste recycling facilities worth of drink flasks fly towards the head of this brave, downright stupid soul dressed as Hitler but he ignores them, throwing up the salute to anyone looking at him. He goose steps his way up the stairs with a huge grin as this angry Berlin crowd have to hold onto every last moral fibre for dear life to not pull a glock out of their backpocket and mack them down. He climbs into the ring and does all the Hip Hop Hand Gestures while Max and Eddie just stare, dumbfounded thinking to themselves “What in the fuck is he doing?” He stops and takes his sunglasses off, pocketing them in his shirt while someone in the crowd is egged onto snipe the insulting son of a bitch in the ring but with a microphone he hushes them up.Speckta-Faced Hitlah: “Yoyoyoyo wazzup Berlin? It’z me, DA FUHRER in da house yo and I’m glad to be representin’ mah bitches and hoes in da greatest city in the world! The place I call home, yo back in the Reichstag some seventy years ago when me and Heimlich were all up in there smokin’ a joint that asshole Tom Cruise tried to blow my ass up with a bomb in a briefcase but did that mutha’fucka succeed? Hell to the Naw. See, I’m tha’ Berlin Superman, I AM yo’ leader and I AM YO PRESIDENT! Will all tha’ muthafuckin’ Aryan babes in the buildin’ stand UUUUUUUUPPPPPPP!!!!” The crowd are furious at him thinking he’s in Berlin, even more heel heat when there’s no need for it. However, upon being told to stand up there is nothing. Dead silence. An awkward droplet of sweat drops down Speckta-Faced Hitlah’s eyebrow and he realizes he’s way out of his league in a face off against 10,000+ angry Germans. Maxwell McNally: ”I can imagine by now the police are already halfway here to cart that jerk off BACK to Lansberg, I love his misconception though. We’re in Hamburg, not Berlin. How dare he come here and drag up the past, something that these people had no control over and hold it over their heads! Makes me sick to be part of ACW.”Eddie Edison: ”How old is this guy? He looks about 19, I think he’s American but he’s suicidal to come out dressed like this. You can see through that Afrikorps shirt he’s wearing he’s in decent condition physically… think he’s out here to compete?”Maxwell McNally: ”I certainly hope not, talent scouts didn’t tell me they were looking for a young idiot to offend everyone within a 200 mile radius though if they were, this guy hits the mark.”Speckta-Faced Hitlah: “Alright bitches, I’ma pull a Homicide and I’ma do an ol’ rhyme for ya. Drop me a beat yo?” Some cheap drum beat plays over the speaker and the SFH takes to the stand with the hand gestures. There’s a close-up of him and he flashes his medallion to the camera showing it off with pride. He then stares dead into the camera with the mic in hand.Speckta-Faced Hitlah: “Alright y’all, here goes. KICK IT!” ”The name is Big Adolf and killin’ was mah game. I din’t care if you were black or you was white or you was menta-lally lame. I’d do it without mercy, and now that’s how y’all know me. But I’ve changed, and if you doubtin’ you can step up and blow me.
Got mah genocidal tendencies held back fuckin’ well. Because I’m gonna’ make it clear, I don’t wanna go to Hell. Though it may seem now that I’m too far gone. People look at me weird ‘cause mah middle name wasn’t Von.
I rose to power of da coalition in 1933. But in the end who ran the show? Damn straight it me. Fresher then fly, flier then fresh. Who be da best? Da man that be puttin’ all yo’ asses to rest.” The crowd start to cheer loudly which kinda’ puts Speckta-Faced Hitler on his ass because he thinks they’re cheering for him. However, his shoulders are grabbed and he’s spun around before being dropped with a big time Psycho Holiday. Hitler yells in pain as his nose is turned inside out inside his skull from the huge impact of this devastating Knee Strike to the head as the German crowd echo the name of Danny Mainer for stopping this travesty.Maxwell McNally: ”Thank the Lord! That couldn’t have gone on much longer!””Closer” by Nine Inch Nails hits the speakers as members of the German armed forces run out of the ring to arrest this heinous American with a gameplan. They drag him out of the ring kicking and saluting to the local police station as “The Sex Tornado” Danny Mainer bathes in adoration of the fans. The screen turns to black.FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2009 16:19:24 GMT -5
Segment save for Jonny Hughes
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2009 16:19:53 GMT -5
Segment: Preceding and Following (Credit: Rep)
The cameras cut to a playground at night. The sound of crickets chirping echoes in the distant bushes. The camera catches a glimpse of the entire playground, but the most distinct feature is the sandbox, which hosts two grown human bodies. The camera inches in closer and closer to the sandbox until a clear shot is made. A grown man, white. Looks to be in his late 20s. Long curly hair. We've seen him before. He's grown a beard and has highlights in his hair. On his face is black paint, a solid black star around his right eye, and an underline below his left eye. He pays no attention to the camera as he plays with the sand. To his side... a much younger female, looks to be hispanic, probably Puerto Rican. She's full bodied and doesn't hide it. Her long, damp hair lays over the right side of her neck. She lays on her side with her arm resting on the man's leg. As he lifts sand up in to his hands and lets it fall back down, he speaks.
Rep: For eight years, I have been in professional wrestling. I've lost friends... made enemies... been wrapped up in controversy... won Championship Belts... and every night that I lost a Title, I lost a little bit of my pride as well. I still haven't been able to win back any of the pride that I had lost. As you grow up, you're taught that your life is invaluable. Meaning that there is no dollar in the world that is worth as much as your life. Then you grow up, and you see people giving up their lives for money. Life is strange like that. As we grow, we're told many things. Half of them turn out to be true, and the other half... well, they were just too obvious from the beginning. How many times have you spent a dollar without even thinking about how much of a rarity it is in a third world country? How many times have you dropped a dime and kept walking, without even realizing that there are thousands of people on the other side of the world who would kill or die to have a chance to pick it up? Money rules the world. But you know what's even more valuable than that? Gold. I used to have Gold. I had worked for so many years to get to those Titles. Every day that I won a title, I had a good day. Considering the fact that I won a title once a month for three months in 2008, my career was on the up and up. But my personal life was on nothing but a downhill slope. The rest of these days are still packed to the brim with agony and pain. But one yellow highlight on a white paper still stands out. One black scratch on the side of a shiny new car can easily be seen.
Rep stands up out of the sandbox, one leg at a time. He sits on the edge of it with his arms around his legs, as his manager crawls over to his back and wraps her arms around his torso.
Rep: Dabbling in drugs. Meth and heroin addicts. We're all alike. Whether you shoot up your drugs, take them by mouth, or don't do them at all... we all feel the same way. I was forced to give up my Hardcore Championship, the first belt I had ever won in the GWF, because I failed a drug test. I was sent to rehab. I checked in... then I checked out. I never won the belt back. I never got off of the drugs either. In fact, I took twice as much from depression. This personal downward spiral is never ending. Even when my wrestling career is flourishing, as a double champion, you have to take double the drugs to get through a day. Aside from the hard stuff, my favourite... the greatest drug in the world... the orgasm. It's free, it's liberating, and if you get hooked, you can do it yourself. Allow me to introduce you to my dealer... Christina Hernandez.
The camera moves past Rep to get a moving shot of Christina, who shows off for the camera in various different poses.
Rep: An abusive father, a crackhead mother. We're not so different, her and I. Just like me, her childhood was nothing but physical, emotional, and psychological abuse. I found her in a project building in The Bronx. For the first time in my life, I saw someone who reminded me of myself. And this time I could do something about it. I took her with me. And now, I am her leader. I am her father. I am her lover. I am her master.
Rep stands up and walks his way over to the big slide. He begins climbing the ladder and stands at the top of the ladder as the camera sits at the bottom of the slide. Christina follows and stands at the bottom of the ladder.
Rep: Climbing the ladder of success is no easy task, especialy when you do it alone. I don't plan on doing it alone. I plan on taking others like her under my wing and having them do the climbing for me. I find life losers and turn them in to winners. I was a life loser. Then I realized that the mind is a terrible thing to waste, and it just so happens that my mind is as powerful as seven human minds at once. So I found other life losers... and I had them carry me to being a winner. You're only worth the amount of work that you do. Except for me. I hold the scissor that cuts the work out in the first place.
Rep climbs off of the ladder and walks over to the swingset. He sits on a swing and Christina does the same. He begins to slowly rock back and forth.
Rep: Do you ever look down, just to see if your feet are still there? I don't depend on my own. The cycle of life and the cycle of wrestling are one in the same. They are both very repetitious. Everyone seems to be going back and forth, and back and forth. But... just when I go back and you think I'm going to go forward again... I stop completely.
Rep stands up off of the swing and walks over to the kiddie bridge. He stands in front of it.
Rep: Life and wrestling are all about relationships. I could care less. I don't need to be friends with someone. I don't need friends. I need aquaintances. I need someone who is willing to do the work. And I have it. As far as a crutch... or a friend... or an enemy... or even a bridge... I burn them all.
Rep lights a match and throws it on to the kiddie bridge. The liquid was apparently gasoline, as the bridge engulfs in to flames immediately. Rep blanky stares in to the camera... and smiles...
Rep: Reality strikes like a deadly disease, and soon in ACW, lightning will strike... twice.
The camera zooms in to his smirk and then fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2009 16:20:51 GMT -5
Segment: The Campaign Begins (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns from the break, Senator Steve Phillips is seen alongside Charlotte King in the Senatorial Office, standing in front of a large movie poster from "Rocky Balboa."
Charlotte King: Hello ACW, this is Charlotte King standing here with Senator Steve Phillips, a man who has rededicated himself to continuing with his professional wrestling career!
The Senator: Very true, Miss Charlotte, I have returned to a full time competitive schedule here in ACW, although my duties elsewhere have not diminished, I will burn both ends of the candle and keep on fighting the good fight.
Charlotte: So, can you tell me the story of the poster you put up for this interview?
Senator: Nice backdrop, is it not? Yes, I wanted to make a statement with this Rocky Balboa poster. I identify with the main character in the movie, in that we both are former champions. Not only that, but just as Balboa threw Thunderlips down to the floor, I shall deposit Thunderkiss over the top rope at Fallen Heroes. The story of the final Rocky movie is that of an impossible comeback for a former champ. I am a former winner of Fallen Heroes. If you study the statistics, nobody has been as active or as dominant as I have in this particular match.
Charlotte: Those are strong words!
Senator: Ah, but they are proven facts, the numbers bear me out, nobody in ACW history has the record at Fallen Heroes to match or exceed my own. Not BK London, not RDK, not the Welsh Dragon, nor our current excuse for a champion. At Fallen Heroes, I will face twenty-nine opponents, and all respect due to Tim Dwight, I am the dead on favorite…and that, dear Charlotte, is nothing…but the truth.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2009 16:21:20 GMT -5
Segment save for Jason Freeman
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2009 16:21:48 GMT -5
"Daydreaming" by Markus Rogers ---------- You gotta hate life. Waking up in the morning, same routine, same shitty faces, same shitty route to work and the same shitty chewing out by the same shitty boss when you turn up the same shitty ONE minute late that you have done every day for the past as-long-as-I-can-remember of my menial, pathetic life. I call it a 'life' but it's not really, I'm not exactly living...I'm just existing...just getting by. Hey, you got a minute? Tell you what, take a seat over there while I kick back, stretch my legs out under my desk and drift off in to a world that's far more entertaining and far more exciting than anything I'll probably ever see in my lifetime. Come with me to a world where I can be alive. There's an uneasy, deathly silence in the air as I walk the down-trodden path towards a nearby town. From my vantage point atop the hill I'd be able to see pretty much the whole town, all the busy bustling streets, all the merchants scuttling around peddling their wares to anyone and everyone that passes them by and all the young children running around with wooden sticks for swords and pots on their heads pretending to be soldiers like their fathers are. At least, that's what I imagine I'd be able to see if this town actually had any people in it. I stand on top of the hill and raise a hand across my forehead to shield my eyes from the mid-day sun that beats down heavy overhead. Am I in the right place? I followed the directions exactly as they were given to me, but this surely can't be the place? Here I am, a hero, looking for a helpless soul to save...and yet there's nothing here...nothing but empty, dusty, down-trodden footpaths and empty, lifeless buildings...maybe I took a wrong turning somewhere? I continue down the path and head in to the town, hoping to find a friendly face to point me in the right direction, but I find nothing. I pass by numerous rickety, timber houses, the windows are boarded shut, the doors appear firmly bolted and throughout the entire town I can hear nothing. Just silence. Nothing more. What happened here?
Markus: "HELLO!?"
I yell out at the top of my lungs, hoping to draw some attention to myself and maybe get some answers. I stand still in the middle of the street, looking around from side to side, but there's nothing. Not a whisper. I draw in my breath and decide to try again, this time even louder than before, but I'm stopped mid-breath by the sounds of something scuttling around besides a house to my left. I turn to face it and notice a silouhette in the shadows, the person appears hunched over and is covered in a cloth shawl of some kind, they have their hands across their face, holding the shawl across it and stand closely to the wall of the house, appearing to cling on to the shadows, hoping they'll provide some kind of safety through the anonymity they offer.
Markus: "Um...hello, what's goin-"
? ? ?: "Ssshhhh! It's not safe"
A gravelly, husky voice whispers out from the silouhette, the sound of it grates against every fibre of my existence, but I must endure it if I'm to find some answers.
Markus: "Not safe?"
? ? ?: "Come, quickly!"
The figure turns and moves away from the house, it moves surprisingly swiftly, in my head I imagined it to be an old person, but apparently not. I take hold of the hilt of my sword and make haste in following them as they weave rapidly between the various houses of the town, taking extra precautions to remain in the shadows for as long as is possible. The person darts into a house that has an open door, it must be the only building in the entire town that hasn't been completely locked down, I quickly follow inside and the door slams shut behind us! I turn rapidly and see the figure, covered in a tattered brown linen shawl from head to toe. They quickly bolt the door closed and hurry to the window where they spend a few seconds peeking through, between the boards that have been nailed across the window frame. Happy that they have remained undetected, they sit on a stool and tilt their head in confusion while looking me up and down whilst shaking their head. I clasp the hilt of my sword nervously as the silence makes me uneasy and the constant staring isn't doing anything to make me feel 'at home'.
? ? ?: "From where do you come, boy?"
Markus: "Uh, I hail from Etheria...I come to aid your town...what happened here?"
? ? ?: "Sit"
Markus: "I prefer to stand if it's all the same..."
? ? ?: "Suit yourself newcomer, but I suggest you sit as you'll be needing all your energy and strength if you think you can aid this town. I suppose the fine people of Etheria didn't tell ya about what kind of tragedy has befallen our poor town did they? No, of course they didn't...They just sent you in, the eager adventurer, rushing blindly to his own demise...well, let me tell you all about what exactly happened here. A few months ago, this town was a bustling hive of activity, traders would come from far and wide peddling their wares, visitors would stop by our inns as they passed through our town on their pilgrimages to whichever towns and nations they were destined for, we were happy here. Then, one fated night a traveller arrived in town, not unsual by any stretch of the imagination, however...he didn't bring money and commerce like all the other travellers had brought with them, infact he had nothing...just the ragged clothing on his back and a small bag of belongings in his hands. He asked for shelter, food, a little compassion...but we were blinded. Blinded by our own greed, immune to the kind of compassion one human being should naturally show towards another. He had no money...what could he offer us!? What could we possibly gain from surrendering our own hard-earned goods to help him, what right did HE have to ask US for help!? So, we turned our backs on him, shunned him from the town and demanded that he leave...before he left he opened his bag and smashed a small vial of liquid on the ground in the middle of town and shouted out at the top of his lungs...'You'll be sorry!'... and then he was gone...and that night....it came."
Markus: "What came?"
? ? ?: "It's unlike anything you've ever seen before, boy! Your imagination, your mind, you couldn't even begin to comprehend it...let alone save us from it..."
Markus: "...A monster?"
Suddenly the ground began to shake violently. An earthquake? No, it couldn't be, this was something else. The ground shook violently, heavily, like something immense had smashed down on the ground itself, sending shockwaves all around, then the shaking stopped briefly before there was another huge crash and more shaking...what was it? The crashing began to intensify, getting faster and more frequent...footsteps?! THE MONSTER!? I drew my sword with all my vigor and rushed out of the door to meet my foe head on! I would be the hero they all needed me to be, I could be...amazing. As I threw back the door, I could see the sun was blotted out by it's immense physique...It was a giant, reaping terror amongst the townsfolk with it's every damning breath...---------- *SLAM*
Janice: "Markus! Stop that fucking daydreaming and get that paperwork done!"
...it was truly, a monster. Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2009 16:22:40 GMT -5
Segment: A Very Macho Interview Credit: Hollywood Mach[/center][/b] [We cut backstage to see ACW's resident Hollywood Megastar and Leader of the Megastar Alliance backstage with interviewer Charlotte King. The Macho Man is in his full slick attire and is sporting his signature Macho sunglasses. Charlotte holds her mic under her mouth before she begins to speak to the Feature Presentation...] Charlotte: Mr. Macho Man, alot of things have been happening for you these past few weeks - and the fans all want to know what you have to say about it all! [Hollywood cocks an eyebrow to the cheers and subsequent boos from the crowd before taking the mic from Charlotte] Hollywood: You're damn right that alot has been goin' down with The Macho Man these past few weeks, Charlotte! BUT LET IT BE KNOWN - THAT IF THE MACHO MAN WAS NOT IN CONTROL OF THESE SITUATIONS - THEN WE WOULDN"T BE HAVIN' THIS INTERVIEW RIGHT NOW - YEAAAAH! ALL THE WAY TO THE TOP![Charlotte backs away as she gets a little freaked by Macho raising his voice, but he then calms down and signals for her to re-enter.] Hollywood: Now as far as The Last Gem in this sorry excuse for a business is concerned about what has been goin' on - lemme say it, and lemme say it out LOUD! I blame the loss of my International Championship on none other than the Chairman of this fine federation - yes you! I point my finger at you, Chairman Gingerdude! You got your hands full - your pickin' at that big plate of food, while all the while people like The Mach are waitin' on justice to be SERVED! Brudah Mach don't approve, and brudah Mach' ain't gonna let it groove! Just you wait and see, jabroni.
On a high note, This Hollywood Megastar is more than excited to announce that my protege Chris Phenomenal is now the ACW's Entertainment Champion of the world! Dig that! That kid is goin' places brudahs - and he isn't gonna let any single one of you stop him on his way to the top! MSA 4 Life! While I'm still on the topic of the MSA I'd like to congratulate Rawt "The Crippler" Ross on his impressive winning streak here since his return! This guy is a true monster and will not be stopped! You might not notice it now, you might never have noticed it before Charlotte, but the reality is that The Megastar Alliance is taking over Alpha Championship Wrestling! Get used to it!Charlotte: ...Very interesting indeed, Mr. Kanyon! What do you make of this mystery person who writes you letters? What Thunderkiss and his mission to take you out of the Hollywood picture? Hollywood: Rest assured, Charlotte - Macho Man Randy Kanyon is the cream of the crop! And people like Thunder-Piss and his Piss army aren't gonna get in the way of business! I will become the next James Bond villain....oooh theres no doubt about that! I'm more than capable to macho up on all the competition who want that part, and thats including Mr. Kiss! I know that son of a bitch wants to step into the ring with me one more time, being that our match record against eachother in singles competition is 1-0 for wins/losses, our rematch ending in a no contest. I am confident that if we were to fight again however - that Arrr-Dee-Kayy would be the one standing tall when the bell rings!
As for this mystery person who has been writing me all these letters as of late, The Mach ain't sure what to make of it! It's good to know I got someone on my side - especially when I got tub-asses like the Train houndin' me down because their butterbean of a sister is missin'! Ooooh NO! Better not of said THAT ONE LOUD! But seriously, The Mach' has got alot on his plate with Fallen Heroes comin' up - so I better cut this interview short - Charlotte.Charlotte: Just one more question, Mr. Kanyon! Hollywood: What FURTHER do you require of The Mach?!Charlotte: Do you percieve Dan White as a viable threat in your crusade to win Fallen Heroes? Hollywood: Pfft, crumpet boy has got to get over himself! Sistah, you don't even know the half of it! Me and that bitch from Cardiff have duked it out for years, and on more than one occasion has The Mach proved victorious! There is nothing left to say - I've got movie deals to sign, seeya later Jemima.[The scene fades out as RDK struts down the corridors to apparantely sign a new deal...] [Fade Out]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2009 16:23:10 GMT -5
Segment: The Beginning (Credit: Michael Sant)
Warfare returns from commercial and we see a man standing with his back facing the camera. The room is dark, dreary, poorly lit. The man is wearing a body-length trench coat. His hair extends slightly past his neck. He turns his face. He wears white and black paint, a blank look upon his face.
Man: Ladies and gentlemen, I am Michael Sant. For years, I have worked behind the scenes for some of the world's most well known wrestling promotion. But all I ever see are the same old feuds, the same old angles, and the same old finishes. I became a wrestler to do one thing - start a revolution. And that's exactly what I am going to do here in ACW.
The man turns all the way around and walks towards the camera, slowly.
Michael Sant: And when I say that I'm here to start a revolution, that's exactly what I mean - start. You see, so many times wrestlers come to a company and say that "the takeover starts tonight" or that "there career starts tonight." But in fact, many of these people are simply saying that because whatever they wanted to do, it failed in another promotion, so they just come to another and try it again like nothing ever happened. But when I say that it starts here in ACW, I mean it. This is the first major promotion I've signed with. And this is the start of a revolution. What kind of revolution exactly, well that's what YOU have to figure out for yourself.
He stops and looks up. He looks back into the camera and continues.
Michael Sant: There is one man in particular, however, who will be the first volunteer in my revolution. His is currently a member of a stable. He just returned at the beginning of 2009. And his will soon understand why I have chosen him. Michael sant has spoken, let the revolution begin.
The scene fades....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2009 16:24:21 GMT -5
Segment: Late segments don’t get titles (Credit: Chris Phenomenal)
The scene opens in front of the ACW backdrop with Chris Phenomenal standing next to the lovely Miss Charlotte King, his ACW Entertainment Championship draped over his shoulders.
Charlotte King: Ladies and gentleman, it is my honor at this time to be joined by the new ACW Entertainment Champion, Chris Phenomenal. Chris last week you came out in top in the gruelling fatal fourway and winning the entertainment championship, and to cap it off you pinned the reigning champion none the less. How does it feel to be ACW Entertainment Champion?
Chris Phenomenal: It feels great Charlotte, it really does. For me it shows that I still got it, that the potential I was said to have wasn’t just meaningless hype. I knew when I came to ACW that if I wasn’t good enough that I would find out very soon, the level of competition here is just far too great. I was worried when I lost my first match to Garland that I might have just been all hype, that I wasn’t as good as I thought I was but I knew to give it time, that being a high performance athlete I wouldn’t be able to step back into the ring fresh off the streets and bring it like I used too. This win really cements in my mind the fact that I really am that good, that I’m not going to be like Ryan Leaf, all hype no results.
Charlotte King There was some concern Chris that you might not have the eye of the tiger, nor the big game experience to come out on top in a match like that yet you proved those doubters wrong.
Chris Phenomenal: Definitely Charlotte, however I think those concerns may have been warranted. The one thing as a competitor in the ring you should always be focused on is your opponent, and on a grander scale the big belt. However over the past two months I don’t really think either of those things have been my primary concern, I’ve been more focused on trying to prove that I’ve still got it, I’ve been trying to show those who doubted me that they were wrong. It’s the same mistake I’ve made before and I was making it again, it could have become a huge problem Charlotte but in the end it wasn’t. As for not having the big game experience that was a most definite thing. In my year of competition I’ve been in a combined total of one main event contest, and that was just on a free weekly television show. I’ve never been the headliner, the one who is going on last and making sure everyone that came home felt dejected when they left because I beat their favorite star.
Charlotte King Well Chris if that’s the case then I’m sure you’re excited for tonight as you compete in the main event in a preview of sorts of the Fallen Heroes match, an over the top rope battle royal consisting of yourself and five other competitors, some you have faced inside of the ring, and others who are complete strangers to you. What are your thoughts on this match, especially with it being your first as Entertainment Champion?
Chris Phenomenal: It’s huge for me Charlotte, main event, my first match as Entertainment champion as you said. For me this match is one I would definitely like a victory, in a sense it’s kinda one of those must win situations as well. I got a lot coming for me in this match though, five other competitors who all want a shot at me, I’m the biggest man and the champion so I’ve got a double bulls-eye on my back and yet I have to fight through it and make sure I’m the last one standing in the ring. I am a pragmatist however and know that the odds are not in my favor, and that the person who eliminates me probably will get themselves a title shot in the near future, but that’s why I don’t plan on letting that occur.
Charlotte King: The way you say that it sounds like you don’t want to defend your title, that you are going to protect it for all that it’s worth. Is that going to be the case Chris, are we going to have another Hunter on our hands or are you going to be like Dave and be a fighting champion?
Chris Phenomenal: I don’t know of any champion that has never protected their title, but I can assure you that I will be defending this title regularly and with class. What I meant by my words was I’m not going to let anyone beat me, I’m not going to allow them to think they have the better of me heading into our match for the title. As a champion you always want to have the advantage and that’s what I plan to do every time I step foot into the ring.
Charlotte King Chris, what are your thoughts on your opponents this evening. You have a little bit of history with both Jack Jefferson and Lee Homicide but not with Jonny Spade, Mr. Red or Rena Matheson
Chris Phenomenal: I don’t really know a lot about Rena Matheson, she’s a former Women’s Champion and has fucked two thirds of the male superstars back in the locker room. I really don’t think she’s a threat to me in the ring unless theirs blood letting then you know Aids is always a possibility but in this type of match up I’m not too worried about. I don’t condone violence against women however in this case I think I might enjoy slappin’ a bitch around, be the Chris Brown to her Rihanna.
Mr. Red is another superstar that I’ve never came across however I’m not that concerned about him either. Rawt handled him quite easily earlier this month and I plan on doing the same. Sure he might have the most Entertainment Title reigns in ACW history, but he hasn’t held the title in a while. A lot of people might say Macho Man or Thunderkiss are washed up has been’s but that’s not entirely true, they both still head out there each and every night and are a serious threat. In the case of Mr. Red however I don’t think we can really say that, he is washed up, he is a has been. He may have been great at one point but now, really I think I’m more worried about Rena then him.
Jonny Spade is the third person I’ve never had any interaction with but he’s also had a decent career for himself, what is he a six time tag team champion. The only problem is the fact that he’s like Red and hasn’t done anything as of late, and to make it worse he’s Canadian to boot. I mean who the hell is from Canada, I ask you to name one person. The only thing they have to fear up there is frozen nipples, they live in igloos and talk like bastard Englishmen. I mean listen to me, I’m Canadian EH!, What aboot that Jonny Spade guy, he’s kinda cool eh! In the United States of American we strive to be the best, to make the English language the most well known, we try and bring democracy to everywhere else and fight for what’s right and then Canada goes to fuck it up. Oh we are peace keeping, we don’t shoot Iraqi’s because they are humans too, so what if they blow up a major urban center, his mother obviously didn’t hug him enough as a kid eh! I mean fuck, they are almost as bad as the Mexican’s.
Next to last we got Jack Jefferson, a man who may be even stupider than I am. I mean on Thursday we were the witnesses to the stunning revelation that Swedish Girls come from Sweden, I mean fuck, I didn’t know that. Jack Jefferson was on fire for a while coming into Genocide and I know that at any given time he could come out and regain that form and be a legitimate contender for my title. That said I’ve beaten him the past two weeks, first in one on one competition and then again last week in the match that I won my shiny belt in. There isn’t a lot to say about Jack Jefferson, he’s the Jack of all Trades so I guess we can’t call him generic but other than that I really don’t have much praise for a man I’ve beaten twice save for him being the probable wild card in this match
Finally we have Lee Homicide a man who as of late has been very vocal in regards to me, and quite frankly, last week it was good to shut him up and walk away with the title and see the look on his face. Tonight I get to once again prove what I have done so many times, that I’m far superior to Lee Homicide. He can talk whatever shit he wants too, but until he proves anything in the ring no one is going to take him seriously. Lee is the man most people would say I should be most worried about but I’m not, I’m not worried about this match as I think…nay…I know this one’s in the bag.
With that Chris Phenomenal walks away, fully prepared for his match- which is up next!
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2009 16:26:17 GMT -5
Match 4: Over the Top Rope Battle Royale Lee Homicide vs. Chris Phenomenal vs. Jack Jefferson vs. Jonny Spade vs. Rena Matheson vs Mr. Red – (Credit: AK, Dan White and Jake Steele)
We return to the ring to find things are almost set up for the main event of the night - a six-person Over the Top Rope Battle Royale. Rena Matheson, Mr. Red, Chris Phenomenal, Jack Jefferson and Lee Homicide are already in the ring, each keeping their distance, each trying to weigh up where the most significant threats will come from. Any experience of this particular format is valuable, and a win in this match will possibly set one man or woman off on that most hallowed of roads...
Jonny Spade is the last to be summoned, and the Hamburg crowd cheer as he makes his way to the ring, working the fans like a pro. He enters as Philip exits, and the stage is set for a thrilling encounter.
Bell Rings.
Even with six people in it as opposed to the multitudes who will occupy the ring at Fallen Heroes, the phrase “This place ain’t big enough for all of us” certainly rings true. Lee comes straight off his mark as soon as the bell is heard, and his ego on its own is almost big enough to shove the competition aside as he makes for the veteran Jonny Spade. Spade finds himself being approached quickly, not just by Lee but by Jefferson and Red too; as one of only two people to have competed in every Fallen Heroes Battle Royale, it is evident that Spade’s track record marks him out as a threat. The situation could be extremely sticky, but Spade neatly slips past Jefferson and boots him in the back for good measure, and the crowd cheers loudly as Spade hands round fierce punches to his challengers, instinctively seeking the centre of the ring, and relative safety.
Max McNally:Business already picking up for Spade... Jefferson won't take kindly to that.
Meanwhile, Chris is getting acquainted with Rena; the Phenomenal one is practically buzzing with energy, seriously fired up for the contest, and Rena has to employ all her wits to somehow dodge the worst of his attacks. Chris’ fiery style is powerful, but patience is something which comes with experience, and he almost learns a shocking lesson in it as he gets too ahead of himself, aims a high kick at Rena’s temple, and ends up missing her completely, pivoting around so that he has his back up to the ropes. Rena pops up in front of him, smiles, and delivers the supreme mother of all bitchslaps like the Diva she is, causing Chris to upend and almost tumble head first from the ring. The crowd roars for this glimpse of the Rena they love, but it’s not enough to extinguish a talent such as Chris, and he holds on to the ropes, rights himself, and then uses their elasticity to launch into a crushing running clothesline which knocks Rena backward, and directly into Mr. Red, who lashes out with a punch and floors her. Rena, though dazed, rolls sideways to the ropes as Red sees Chris and storms toward him, wanting a piece of the rising star.
It’s all rather chaotic for the next three minutes or so; forming a coherent strategy is much more difficult in this kind of match, and everyone opts to keep things simple with sharp punches, kicks and the odd suplex forming the majority of the action. This is far from dull, however, as the competitors are constantly switching from attacking one person to the next, looking for that first opportunity to take someone out whilst all being desperate to avoid the drop themselves. A handful of standout moments occur; Chris tries to use a fireman’s carry to evict Jefferson, but when this proves problematic he swiftly turns it into a crowd-pleasing Carnage Cutter (TKO). Less than a minute later, Spade raises the stakes with the S-Drop #3 (Rock Bottom into Backbreaker) to Red. Badly dazed, Red rushes to get up, acutely aware of his compromised position; but in doing so, he finds himself right in the way of Lee, who is hurtling across the ring and trying to get at Spade, who has his back to him. Red jumps backward like a scalded cat, just barely avoiding the rocketing Homicide; but in doing so he backs right into the ropes – and Rena grabs them, using her weight to hold the top rope down. Red’s balance is compromised, and he struggles to stay upright; it’s Spade who deals the finishing blow, attempting a two-for-one deal by irish whipping Lee into the teetering Red. Lee is able to stop himself from tumbling, and smirks as he witnesses Red’s departure at close range.
Philip: Mr. Red has been eliminated!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2009 16:27:24 GMT -5
Red curses his bad luck; neither Rena nor Jonny have any time to celebrate their success, however, as the other competitors in the match have been further galvanised by the sight of flailing limbs and a fall from grace. Jefferson seems keen to continue his previous antagonism of Jonny, and sneaks in a hefty kick to the ribs; for her part, Rena has her hands full with both Chris and Lee. She gives them the runaround, literally, using her fleetness of foot to escape; but her two pursuers inadvertently manage to create a pincer movement, and Rena can’t evade Lee’s Shattered Halo. The crowd winces at the impact, and Rena appears to be very nearly KOed on the spot; but she is given a vital lifeline as Chris grabs on to Lee and tries to throw him from the ring, eager to take out one of his main rivals. Lee doesn’t take kindly to this and it’s fortunate the ringside mics don’t pick up the full range of his expletives as he writhes and tries to kick Chris where the sun doesn’t shine-
But in the midst of all this, the crowd’s attention is drawn to the other side of the ring, where a titanic battle is taking place. Jefferson and Spade are intent on beating one another into the ground; they exchange incredibly powerful blows, and suddenly Jonny scores with a big hit, causing Jefferson to reel back. Demonstrating his strength, Jonny lifts Jefferson up... but Jefferson has been sly, and is not nearly as dazed as he is pretending. He knees Jonny directly to the side of his head, Jonny’s grip fails, and Jefferson drops back to the mat, seemingly touching the canvas for just a second before leaping into a mighty dropkick. He hits Jonny square in the chest and there’s nothing Spade can do to save himself from an undignified fall on to the outside mats.
Philip: Jonny Spade has been eliminated!!
Jefferson smirks as he watches Spade reluctantly make his way out of the match, but turns around to receive a Roundhouse Kick to the face from Rena. Jefferson flies to the ground, as Homicide and Phenomenal lock horns. Having fought together in the Entertainment Title match last Thursday night in Sweden, a match which Phenomenal won, both men want to prove that going into Fallen Heroes, they're set to be one of the darker horses. Chris whips Lee into the ropes, but Lee responds by leaping up, and planting the Entertainment champ with a leaping clothesline, taking both men down to a pop. Jefferson meanwhile is slowly back to his feet, and catches Rena, who was resting in the corning, gunning for revenge. A few hard blows to the face takes Rena by surprise, but she's unlikely to be too phased, especially with almost five years of active competition in ACW under her record. So she responds with a hard elbow to the face, knocking Jefferson groggy. She then leaps up to the turnbuckle, sitting on top, and grabbing Jefferson by the head, leaping down in a large Bulldog, and Jefferson comes crashing down to the floor.
Meanwhile, Lee is beating down on Phenomenal, trying to wear him down as firmly as he can. He's using some hard stomps, maybe not quite his style, but always going to be effective in a situation like this. He then tries to pick Phenomenal up, and lifts him onto his shoulder, to a pop. But before he can get near the ropes, Chris manages to land on his feet; he waits for Lee to turn around, before planting him with a high elevation dropkick. Lee flies over the ropes, but manages to cling on, and slither under the ropes and back into the ring. He is quick to his feet, and the duo grapple again. Chris fires Lee at the ropes and tries to take him down with an uppercut, but Lee ducks it, planting him with an Ace Crusher. He leaps up to his feet, throwing his arms in the air to a huge pop from the crowd. He then waits for Chris to rise to his feet, and gets the crowd clapping alongside. Chris is slow up, but is eventually at his feet. Lee plants the D.U.D, a huge Roundhouse Kick eliminating his opponent. But the opponent isn't who he thinks; Chris manages to duck at the right moment, and Lee plants Rena, who was resting at the ropes, who flies over and out of the match!
Philip: Rena Matheson has been eliminated!!
There's another pop, as Rena is eliminated, and that leaves us down to half the competitors that originally started this match. Chris is back to his feet, and he rushes Lee, knocking him down with a firm Shoulder Block. Lee falls into a turnbuckle, but this is potentially to his advantage, as he chooses to rest there as Chris and Jefferson slog it out. Chris whips Jefferson firmly at the ropes, but the Jack of all Trades reverses it, planting Chris with a Jumping Tornado DDT. Jack quickly leaps up, taking the Entertainment champ towards the ropes. He tries to force him over, but Chris uses his weight to stand his ground, and an eye rake deters the Mancunian. Jack tries to go towards Chris again, but Chris ducks, lifting Jack over the ropes! Jack manages to land on the apron, and turns around, ducking to avoid a hard lariat thrown in his direction. With Chris's back turned, Jefferson grabs him, locking in a Sleeper Hold. But alas, that's not all, as he attempts to go for his rare Sleeper Suplex! But before he lifts Chris up, Chris elbows Jack in the stomach. He holds onto the ropes at the last minute, but a discuss European Uppercut sends the Brit flying to the outside.
Philip: Jack Jefferson has been eliminated!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2009 16:27:54 GMT -5
Jefferson plummets to the mat, and Chris leans over the rope looking down onto the Jack of all Trades with a smile on his face, as Jack looks back up at him holding the back of his head, pissed that now he’s gone from this match. Chris taunts him some more, but fails to realize that this match isn’t over yet, and the bell has definitely not rung.
Lee Homicide stuns Chris with a hard elbow shot to the back of the head, lifting a leg up as he tries to flip the much bigger Phenomenal over the top rope. Chris tips over some, but he uses his the palm of his hand to almost swat Lee away and down to the mat, rolling away as he does. Chris takes himself off of the rope, wiping some of the sweat off of his brow as the fatigue from this Battle Royale surely has set in for not only him, but his rival as well. Lee uses the stamina left in him, mixed with his lightning speed to bounce back, and strike Chris in the temple with the D.U.D! - almost. Chris shows that he is far from done in this match, grabbing the foot of Lee Homicide and throwing it right back down, as he scoops Homicide up and slams him down with a AA Spinebuster!
Maxwell McNally: AA Spinebuster, with much impact from the Entertainment Champion there.
Homicide’s spine bounces off the canvas, and Chris feels the momentum continue to go in his favor. He grabs Lee by the head, picking him up as he looks to the ropes and feels the win coming. He steps back a few feet, before he takes him and Lee across the ring, tossing Lee over the top as he does! Lee goes flying over as Chris raises his arms into the air, thinking he’s won. Chris begins taunting the crowd, but then he stops, confused as they are heard cheering loudly. If you don’t know why they are, it’s simple - Lee isn’t dead from this match yet. Hanging onto the ropes with the skin of his teeth, his feet dangle as he uses all of his upper body strength to keep his feet from touching the mat. The refs in the match are there to witness it, and so is all of Germany. Lee Homicide pulls up and flips over the top, showing great athleticism as the crowd goes wild. Phenomenal turns around just as Lee lands and he charges at him with his fist clenched, and impact on his mind. Lee sees him jump into the air, and he quickly dodges it, Chris completely missing his target and landing on the rope, his neck bouncing off it as he does. He staggers back with his hand placed on his throat, Lee looking to the crowd as he gets a idea. He jumps onto the back of the Entertainment Champion who is caught off guard, as Lee wraps his arms around his neck with a Piggyback Sleeper Hold. Phenomenal tries to knock him off, swinging wildly behind him as he does, although Lee’s grip is locked in just too tight.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: A very smart move by Lee Homicide, he’s draining the big man’s energy!
Maxwell McNally: Phenomenal’s eyes are beginning to close, and his knees are starting to buckle. I don’t know what Lee is exactly doing here, but whatever it is, it’s working.
Phenomenal dazes, slowly dropping to a knee as Lee screams with a almost snake like grip on the neck of CP. Phenomenal eyes close shut, on one knee as he Lee slowly lets go of the hold. Germany watches on silently, as Lee steps off of his back and begins to hop, then run to the rope leaping into the air as he pulls Phenomenal’s neck down to the mat with a successful The Sick Roll!
Lee has him down now, but he knows that he can’t pin, having now to pick the large stature of Chris Phenomenal up. Lee grabs him by his tights, getting him up and against the ropes. Lee’s strength can be seen in full display at this moment, as he pushes Chris over and onto the top rope. Lee doesn’t try to push him all the way over though, instead hoping for his speed to take Chris over, running to the ropes. Lee comes full steam ahead, but right before impact, Lee’s nose meets the elbow of CP. Lee staggers back with his hand over his nose, as Chris slowly turns around, leaning against the ropes. Lee ignores the pain for now, running back at Phenomenal… and he gets tossed over the top for his troubles again!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: And there Lee goes - wait!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 13, 2009 16:28:22 GMT -5
Once again showing his heart and determination, and some of his in ring prowess, Lee shifts his body in the air and lands on the apron, the crowd excited not only for that, but for this spectacular Battle Royale to still be going on. Phenomenal gets up to a full standing position, as Lee waits on the outside with both hands on the ropes. Lee sees Phenomenal beginning to turn and he catches him, using the ropes for assistance as he leaps off them and soars through the air hitting the 0 N! Dropping Phenomenal in the process. They both feel the impact of the move, yet they both get up to their feet, Lee just a bit quicker then CP. Lee begins to throw punches hard up against the cheekbones of CP, even staggering him as they move closer to the opposite ropes with each strike. Lee stops as CP is only a few inches away from the ropes, opting to run back across the ring for another high speed maneuver, though his fatigue can be shown as with every step he takes he moves slower and slower. Lee goes for a move, but it’s unknown exactly what it was, CP stopping him with a swift kick to the gut. Lee bends over in pain, Phenomenal putting Lee in a suplex position as he looks back towards the outside of the ring with intentions to end this right now. The crowd reeling in fear of how hard Lee may drop, if he was to fall from such a height. Phenomenal could care less, as he turns around and plans on dropping Lee stomach first onto the mat…
…but his plans don’t exactly pan out. Phenomenal puts Lee over the top, but Lee grabs onto the neck of Phenomenal pulling him down as Lee drops and lays onto the apron. Phenomenal tries to keep himself from stumbling over, punching into the sides of Lee. Lee eventually has to let go of the hold, but not without Phenomenal tipping over. The crowd jumps in excitement, but are surprised as Phenomenal keeps himself in grabbing onto the very bottom rope. Lee scoots himself back across the apron, as Phenomenal stands up, now both men face to face on the apron, their doom only a few inches to the floor. They meet each other with punches to the face, Phenomenal leading the shot trading with his strength. Phenomenal strikes Lee with a hard blow, and Lee almost falls, holding onto the rope with one hand, wobbling back. Phenomenal does the same, using his other fist to launch back then forward with the final blow - or not! Lee ducks the punch the completely, and bounces back up, almost sliding off the apron as he raises a single foot into the air, meeting it with Phenomenal’s skull as he hit’s the D.U.D! And Phenomenal flies off onto the mat, the bell ringing as the crowd goes wild, and Lee slowly slides to the apron, rolling back into the ring with his face pressed into the canvas, Phillip making this official.
Phillip: And the winner… LEEEEEEEE HOMICIIIDDEEEEEE!!!
Maxwell McNally: What a great match up that was Eddie, and in the end, Lee picked the victory up with a skull cracking D.U.D!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: You could call it payback for last week, when Phenomenal picked up the win over Dave Shadow, beating Lee out to obtain the Entertainment Championship, but I think Lee calls it… a victory!
Lee Homicide gets to his feet, his arm being raised by the ref as he takes in deep breaths, a mile wide smile on his face from the victory. He is handed his Tag Team Championship, now raising that into the air resulting in a huge pop from the Germany crowd. He screams out into the air, in a victory war cry, one more decisive victory for the Road Steelers, and another moment that shows that Lee is indeed the future. The Entertainment Championship, and Fallen Heroes is calling his name. Could he possibly be challenging for the World Title at Omega Effect V? We’ll find that out soon enough.
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by The Feature Presentation on Apr 13, 2009 16:30:23 GMT -5
GREAT SHOW BRUDAHS! ILL FEEDBACK IT UP IN JUST A BIT!
MACHO'S MVP: Mainer's FH Segment LOL XD
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