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Post by Dan White on Apr 16, 2009 16:13:36 GMT -5
Segment: img.photobucket.com/albums/v122/Valjiin/wtd.gif (Credit: The New Road Steelers Train and XS3) [[WARNING BY DAN: If you don't like spiders, don't click the link]] Backstage is where we begin with Train stretching a bit. Not for his match later but to grab the last donut on the table in front of him. He strains himself but eventually grabs it. OM NOM NOM it goes down to Train's stomach. Train stands up and grabs some water to wash it down. He then throws a shirt on but when he is able to see again, a person is standing in front of him. Train rolls his eyes and it's revealed that XS3 is standing there.Thunder Train: What do YOU want?XS3: Wow, some host you will make for all your friends and house guests.Thunder Train: "One of my friends"? Hah. My friends don't go around attacking my other friends. Now, tell me what you want.XS3: What I'd really want is world peace and a jet pack.The crowd goes ">_>".XS3: ...but in actuality, I came to talk about our match. Mind if I take a seat?Thunder Train: Yes.XS3 sits anyway.XS3: You know, I would like to believe somewhere that we have a pretty good history, don't you agree?Thunder Train: STOP TALKING IN QUESTIONS.XS3: I mean, just look at how well our tag team title run went. During that time, we became closer than brothers. Heck, you felt like my brother. I would go as far as saying we were even closer than you and Steele. While he was out getting in "trouble" so to say, we kept on going.Thunder Train: I'm not sure what this has to do with how you are today. A few months ago sure, we were friends! We were good buddies! Then you just got jealous.XS3: Jealous? That hurts. No Train, I was not and never will be jealous of Jake Steele, regardless of how undeserving he is of all his accolades. I was just sick and tired of your games. I was--Thunder Train: Oh please. You are gonna blame us for your failed career? Let's face it, if it wasn't for me and Steele, you would have been opening a lot more shows then you did. Are you trying to get me on your good side or something?Train is starting to get irritated at XS3. XS3: Failed career? I'm the one competing for the world title match; you're now the one pushed into the background thanks to those two attention-craving parasites. I'm not trying to get you on my side. You are probably the most untrustworthy person in this entire company. That's why you tried to eat my son. I'm here to let you know that when we go out there tonight, it will be your funeral. And all the responsibility will fall on Jake's shoulders for not being able to protect you from my wrath. I'm gonna use you to convey to Jake why possession ain't nine tenths of the law sometimes.Thunder Train: So you think you can come in here and play mind games with me? I have no mind to play games with. And you should make note that if-- no...WHEN I have the chance to, I'm gonna break your back and break your neck. And break your arms and legs. And then, when it's all over, you can sit in a hospital bed and rot. Since, in case you haven't realized it yet, nobody is on your side in this. Not even your wife is on your side.XS3: I It's true. I'm on my own; a castaway on his own desolate island. That's what motivates me, Train. My hardships have come far and between but this one has really lit a fire under my ass. You may be hungry all the time but I'm the one who's starving and chomping at the bit to fulfill destiny. No one is going to get in my way. Not you, not Lee, not even my family.Thunder Train: What happens when you lose X? You are betting it all on this my friend. After Steele beats you, you will just fade away like you have before. I'm sorry, but turning on us was the worst thing you could have done. You think that we are just immature and have no idea what we are doing but when in reality, nobody would have done what you did. No matter how much they hate us.XS3: Turning on you was the worst thing I did? My misdeed was a mere cupcake compared to what "yo boy" Jake has done to me. You make me sick; all three of you do. It's not because of the fact that you have a piece of leather and tin around your waist; it's because you have always been the greedy ones, claiming name to what has never belonged to you. But you're about to get a harsh wake-up call. This whole company is. Turning on you was the worst thing I did? Trust me. At Fallen Heroes... I'm going to do worse.XS3 gets up from the chair then gives Train an evil smirk. He then proceeds to exit the room leaving Train inside. Train just turns his head to the right while cheap CPU effects remove the decal from his shirt. Nah, just kidding. Train shakes his head at XS3 knowing that he doesn't have his head on straight. None the less, he has to go out there tonight and beat the shit out of him for the Road Steelers.
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Post by Dan White on Apr 16, 2009 16:14:09 GMT -5
MATCH 4: XS3 vs. Thunder Train – Beat The Clock Competition #1 (Credit: Jake Steele) As the bell rings both Train and XS3 collide head on, Thunder Train knocking the smaller yet still large sized XS3 with a clothesline. Train catches XS3 with another clothesline, then he takes him over to the corner and drives his elbow into the side of XS3’s head. XS3 moves to the side, but Train brings him back with another elbow. Train presses his palm into the chest of XS3, making sure he stays in place, as he sprints across the ring to the opposite corner building momentum as the crowd roots Train on, hoping to see XS3 get crushed. Train yells into the air and sprints back across the ring, landing chest first into the turnbuckle as XS3 moves just in time. XS3 looks back at the time on the titantron, and decides that along with making an example out of Train he also has to end this in a hurry, so he pulls out the big moves. Train turns around, unknown to him that XS3 was going to grab him and literally throw the tower of a man over his body with a clean Closing Moment! XS3 covers the giant for a two count. Current Time - 1:29 XS3 lets the waking giant lay as he climbs up the turnbuckle, taunting a few of the booing fans as he does, crouched on the top rope as Train shakes the webs out of his head from that hard sudden impact Belly to Belly and stands, little does he know he’s about to be knocked right back down as XS3 shoots and hit’s the Ralph Klein Special! XS3 hooks the leg and again only gets a two.
Current Time - 2:03 XS3 looks up at the titantron and sees the time, getting another scheme into his head. He gets Train back to his feet, picking him up by his head. He irish whips him across the ring, sprinting right behind Train as he clotheslines him over the top rope. XS3 climbs out of the ring, and literally tries to waste no time as he picks Train up begins throwing rights into his face. He backs him up towards the barricade, before he attempts irish whip him into the steel steps - but Train reverses - only for XS3 to counter with the double reverse and sending Train into the steps. He then slides back into the ring, looking down at Train, and looking back at referee Carter Donovan, telling him to count him out. Donovan gets all the way up to a seven count, but Train slides back in, that method of winning failing XS3. Current Time - 4:20 XS3 grows tired of this quick, dragging Train up to his feet once again. His attempted aggressiveness backfires, as Train fires back with hard, angry rights to the jaw and cheekbone area of XS3. XS3 is staggered, totally taken back by the onslaught of his former brother in arms. XS3 is left to himself in the middle of the ring for a moment as Train steps back, that moment being very brief as Train unleashes his anger with his Fury Kick! Train stomps around with the France crowd all in his favor, he pins and gets a two count. Current Time - 4:48
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Post by Dan White on Apr 16, 2009 16:14:49 GMT -5
Train stands to his feet and beats his chest, moving to the corner and dropping to a single knee, almost in a football like position as he looks to be attempting his own modified version of the Shadow Step - Full Steam Ahead. Unaware of the fate that is behind him, XS3 rises to his feet and turns around, he is a deer in the headlights, but a smart one, as he dashes to the side and Train goes shoulder first into the second rope ringpost. Train clutches his arm from the pain, with XS3 running to the ropes as he ejects from the post. XS3 launches straight into the side of Train, hitting an effective Shadow Step! With Train down, XS3 takes a look at the clock, and poses one last time for the fans, who absolutely despise him in every way from his comments earlier and his overall attitude. His arms raised in the air, his cocky look changes to that of confused as France begins to go nuts. Do they suddenly appreciate him? Doubt it. They must be cheering for Jake Steele walking down to the ring, his title placed neatly over his shoulder and his look - focused on the ring. XS3 turns to see him, and looks ready for another ambush, though his fist are lowered as Steele walks around the ring and stands at the announce table for a moment. He folds his arms as XS3 leans over the rope and begins questioning what the hell he’s doing out there, Jake Steele just staring at XS3, nothing to say. XS3 continues to barrage him with questions and insults, and he thinks he’s getting a fight as Steele moves closer to the ring. Instead Steele ducks, lifts up the ring apron and begins looking under the ring for something, presumably a chair. XS3 leans more over the rope as Steele looks, trying to grab his head but his face turns to surprise when Steele pulls back and in his hands are a mask - the mask of Exemplar to be exact. XS3 begins shaking his head no, as Steele points for XS3 to look behind him. It seems it was the perfect plan, XS3 not having a chance to turn and being lifted up by the woken Thunder Train, who holds him on his shoulders, the crowd going wild for an OM NOM BOMB. Train throws him off his shoulders - except XS3 stops it, using his instinct to break the grip and slide off of Train. He dashes to the ropes, launching off one more time as Train is caught with yet another Shadow Step!! XS3 pins and gets the three count. Final Time - 7:10
*Ding, Ding, Ding* Phillip: And your winner, with a time of seven minutes and ten seconds - XS3! XS3 gets back to his feet, ready to jump out of the ring and confront Jake Steele - but he’s already at the top of the stage, the mask still in hand. XS3 looks on from the ring, ready to blow a gasket, as Steele smiles looking up at the mask, before walking off into the sunset… or to get ready for his match. Either way, Steele has gotten another advantage up on XS3. When will the mind games end?
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Post by Dan White on Apr 16, 2009 16:16:04 GMT -5
Title: It can’t be Credit: Chris Phenomenal
The scene opens with Chris Phenomenal just settling back into his chair after XS3’s victory over Thunder Train. He turns his head to look into the eyes of a beautiful you French girl who was previously giving him a soft neck rub to release any attention.
Chris Phenomenal: Good to see him pick up a win over Train , no?
Good lord I’m talking like a European now.[/I]
Chris turns around and settles back into his chair, relaxing deeper and deeper into the capable hands of the French girl when out of the corner of his eye he spots a blonde and immediately jerks up out of his chair.
Chris Phenomenal: Holy FUCK[/I]
Chris stares for a second longer in disbelief, takes a shot of whiskey and then looks back, the women still there. He turns around and hollers at the security guard, capably protecting the entrance after the nights earlier disturbances.
Chris Phenomenal: Hey Butch, come here for a second.[/I]
Butch comes over and stands beside Chris Phenomenal who points out into the stands at the Blonde.
Chris Phenomenal: You see that blonde right there, go and see if she wants to come up here for a drink.[/I]
Dutifully doing his job Butch goes out of the suite and into the arena seating and goes towards where at one point the blonde was situated. Now however there is a blank seat, and despite his best efforts he can’t spot the stunning blonde. Defeated he returns to the suite and looks at Chris.
Butch: Sorry boss, but she’s gone.
Chris Phenomenal: What, she was there two seconds ago.[/I]
Chris turns around and scans the crowd but can’t see her either. Perplexed Chris looks out once more, squinting to try and see her. Still unable Chris gives up shaking his head as he falls back into the arms of the French Girl who continues her rub down.
Chris Phenomenal: It can’t be her, it can’t be.[/I]
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Post by Dan White on Apr 16, 2009 16:17:44 GMT -5
”Turning Japanese” Credit: Danny Mainer Japan. The land of the rising sun. Home of countless great achievements. Phenomenal, first-class technology, fantastic cars, beautiful, exotic women, divine food and more sex, drugs and alcohol per step then in Thunderkiss’s porn library. A true male haven, one could easily say that with its beautiful women and scorching hot weather that it truly is the greatest country in the world however beyond the cute smiles and the Toyota’s, you pry away the outer shell and in lies an evil hive of perversion, traffic congestion, drugs and gang warfare. However, if you’re rich like Mainer is you don’t tend to run into that too much. Now, Mainer has moved out of Camden County and into Tokyo and will be embracing a new, fresh start and a brand new culture. Living in the Port District of Minato he’s soon to be holed up in a cheap yet spacious apartment which is completely empty of furniture but in a relatively safe area.
It’s especially safe considering he’s less then 50 metres from the sea in his waterfront apartment. Having already spent a good deal of money rebuilding the front door so it’s now in fact a sliding door which requires key-card access Danny feels like an absolute pimp when he walks into his apartment trailing along a briefcase. The smell of the wooden floor immediately fills his nostrils and he takes a long, hard drag of the scent before exhaling. He feels home already. He looks around and starts to draw up mental pictures of how this fabulous bachelor pad will look when it’s done. The layout of the apartment is that as soon as you walk in you’re bang in the living room. A large, open space with the kitchen built into it in a corner. Danny also has a HUGE window which gives him a great view of the Minato Waterfront. He presses both hands to the glass and smiles, Vegas ain’t got shit on this. Raymond King soon walks in behind him carrying a large box of Danny’s clothes.Danny Mainer: ”I feel like I’m finally home...”Raymond King: ”I know, it’s brilliant. The delivery men don’t threaten to punch you when you call them an arsehole for dropping something. They just laugh at their own mistakes. It’s such a humble country.”Danny Mainer: ”So tempted to make a hugely inappropriate, Pro-American comment but I don’t think here is neither the time nor place to say such horrific things.”Raymond King: ”Oh go ahead, the delivery guys are downstairs having smokes. Say it.”Danny Mainer: ”Getting nuked does that to you.”Raymond King slyly chuckles at his comment, clearly amused. Danny continues to stare outside into the dazzling sunlight of Japan as he watches the people down on the streets milling about like ants on an ant hill. All with a purpose, all like clockwork. Danny sighs.Raymond King: ”I had a hunch you’d like this place Dan. Think about all the fit girls that’ll do anything for five dorrar.”Danny Mainer: ”We’re in Japan, Ray, not Vietnam. It’s more like seven dorrar.”Raymond King: ”Fair point. We should go out tonight. Go get hammered, wake up in a massage parlour being waited on hand and foot by beautiful women. Maybe even hire a Geisha.”Danny Mainer: ”Nah, I wanna settle in tonight before we go get wild. Live the Japanese Dream, watch some TV and drink some beers. Have a night in. Hell, let’s make a good impression by having some neighbours around.”Raymond King: ”Isn’t that gonna’ be bit difficult, neither you nor I speak Jap-“Danny Mainer: *In Japanese* ”I am Danny Mainer, a famous wrestler from America. Charmed to meet you.”Raymond King: ”Jesus Danny. Who the Hell taught you to speak Jap?”Danny Mainer: ”My ex-girlfriend, Mei-Feng. She taught me Japanese while she was running my casino which is now bankrupt. True story. Anyways… back on point. Neighbours. Let’s go find ‘em.”There’s a knock at Mainer’s front door and it seems that Mainer’s neighbours have found him already. Danny opens the door and standing there is a thin man about 19 years old with glasses and a black Maximum the Hormone T-Shirt. He speaks with a distinct Asiatic accent though he has grasped conversational English.Neighbour: “Hello, my name is Takeshi Hata. You are new here, yes?” Danny Mainer: *In Japanese* ”Good afternoon Takeshi, I just moved in today. I am pleased to meet you. My name is Danny Mainer, I’m from America.”At the mention of the name and just general recognition. Takeshi’s eyes widen a little with suspicion and it looks like he’s about to turn and run but before he does. He asks one more question.Takeshi Hata: “The wrestler?” Danny Mainer: ”Yup!”With modesty, Danny rubs the back of his head and smiles.Takeshi Hata: “I’ll be right back.” He turns and runs down the corridor and in his place, two of the movers come in carrying heavy loads of boxes. Ray takes care of this and leaves Danny to muse as Ray gives ideal directions of where the TV should be set up and where the couch should go and things like that. About a minute later Takeshi returns with a young woman behind him at a quite slow pace but hidden to her a huge smirk on his face.Takeshi Hata: “Check out our new neighbour, he’s from America.” She walks into clear view in one of Danny Mainer’s old “King of Vegas” t-shirts (the one with the Golden Crown on it) and a pair of Levi jeans. From the look on her face it seems she’s expecting a stuffy old business man here to get away from the ways of The American Life and to try something new but upon seeing her new neighbour she has to wipe her eyes to make sure she’s not seeing things. There’s no mistaking the man that stands before her though and she nearly throws up and gags at the same time. Butterflies in her stomach are abound as Takeshi bursts into up roaring laughter. She looks up at Danny who looks back at her calculatingly.Danny Mainer: *speaking Japanese* “Hi.”Her knees pop and soon she’s collapsing on the floor. Danny rushes in to catch her from her fall and saves her in the nick of time. Takeshi continues to laugh as his apparent Japanese superfan has gone into shock at seeing her idol in the flesh. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that this day would come and now it’s happened.Takeshi Hata: “Haha. She is a BIG ACW fan. She’s got all the T-Shirts, the trading cards, the action figures, she imports Relentless and she was even in the front row when you won the International Title from Jake Cheng and Dan White last year. She loves Wrestling, but she has one hero in the professional wrestling and that’s you. If you ever want to see millions of your pictures staring you back in the face, come down to our apartment and see her room. You’ll think she’s crazy, I guarantee it. She is completely obsessed.” Unsure how to react, Danny turns around to see that in the chaos, the couch has been put down and the mover men have gone down to get more stuff. He lifts her up over her shoulder and places her on the couch, she slowly falls holding onto his neck as she lands on the couch like she never wanted to be let go. Girl is nuts, that’s all Danny thinks. Ray kinda’ gives Danny an odd look as he stands between his two neighbours.Danny Mainer: ”Ray, meet our neighbours. Takeshi and…?”Takeshi Hata: “Kimiko.” Danny Mainer: ”Kimiko Hata. This guy likes heavy metal and she’s my biggest fan.”Kimiko Hata: “He… said… my… name.” She shivers with fangirl glee and then goes back to being unconscious as Danny kinda’ just shrugs his shoulders. Takeshi is unable to contain his amusement.Danny Mainer: ”Takeshi, what can you tell me about the area, talk neighbours?”Takeshi Hata: “Well, we live down a floor but on this floor there’s three main apartments. There’s yours, then there’s Ms. Fujiwara who’s a prissy bitch who doesn’t really care much for other people. Hardly ever in, always out clubbing or going to work. Can’t even remember the last time she slept in her own bed. Then in the other room is Umi Nobuhiko, she plays the drums so that might be a bit annoying at times.” Danny Mainer: ”Nah, won’t be that bad. I used to play Guitar-“Kimiko Hata: “A Gibson manufactured, SG model in white which you called Angelica. You were going to use a BC Rich Warlock in your feud with Thunderkiss but then you chose to go with a Meat Cleaver instead to help break the taboo of blades in wrestling. Plus, the guitar is too big to make a decent weapon. It’s too meaty.” Danny’s jaw drops at the sheer knowledge of the young girl on his couch. It turns out she knew more then he did. Takeshi just face-palms with embarrassment for his younger sister and Danny tries to keep his mentality in check. Danny just looks around.Danny Mainer: ”Alright, well. Me and my partner Ray here..”Kimiko Hata: “Born in Norwich in the late 50’s, loves English rock bands like Def Leppard and Led Zeppelin. Hates Oasis and drives a Ford Mustang.” That’s Ray’s turn to pull a face as it seems she has the scoop on just about everyone in Mainer’s life. It’s getting to a scary level now.Raymond King: ”We were planning to throw a little house-warming party tonight. Get some alcohol in, invite the neighbours around and try and spread the message that we’re friendly people. Really help us get settled in.”Takeshi Hata: “That sounds fun. Will you be staying with Mr. Mainer, Raymond?” Raymond King: ”Briefly, until I can find my own pad. Yeah. Anyways. If we give you say 80 dollars to go out and buy some ale will you come back with the best that Minato has to offer?”Takeshi Hata: “Hell yes! Let’s party!” That is indeed the spirit. Ray starts rummaging through his wallet to give the yen equivalent to the his young neighbour as Danny goes to check out his bedroom. Ray starts work on wall-mounting Danny Mainer’s flat-screen TV and Kimiko is more or less abandoned on the couch in her state of weird fact-spouting unconsciousness. Already, Danny has fallen in love with Japan and now that he’s starting to plant his roots he feels that this fresh start is just what he needs to get his life back on track once again.FADE
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Post by Dan White on Apr 16, 2009 16:20:26 GMT -5
Retribution Dan White, Dave Shadow, Senator, Thunderkiss, Hollywood Mach The camera fades into the backstage, and Dave Shadow is stood with interviewer Kevin Anderson, with Bruce and Tyrone, Gingerdude's personal bodyguards, standing over. After a massive victory earlier this evening, which saw Dave win a “Winner Takes 30th Spot” match at Fallen Heroes, he's clearly a little bit happy. And for every reason. He defeated three former World champions, and a Welsh Dragon in one match. Not many people can say they've done that that early in their career.
He looks a little bit flushed, but at the same time he's pleased with victory, even if it took the help of Thunderkiss to win the match.Kevin: Hello ACW, I'm here with Dave Shadow, who just confirmed his place as the 30th entrant into Fallen Heroes, which is just nine days away. Now Dave, that must give you a lot of confidence going into Fallen Heroes. Dave: Kevin, I’m 100% confident. I was confident I’d win before I even found I was entered in this match. Now...well, now it’s a foregone conclusion. You are looking at the man who will main event Omega Effect.Kevin: And beating the people you did beat, that was impressive in itself. Dave: Kevin, my dear friend. I just managed to beat four of the biggest legends ACW has. I told everyone I’d beat them, and I did. When will you people learn that when I say something, it’s because I know its true. Not one person thought I’d walk out the winner tonight. And I did. Shows what these people know.Kevin: And it must be an awesome feeling to get one over Dan White. I mean his stable, The Empire, put you through a lot of grief last month, and to finally say you've had a win over him must feel excellent. Dave: Woah, hang on. For the record, I have wins over The Empire. More wins than they do over me. I’ve put Hughes and Jefferson in their right place several times. Who I don’t hold those wins over is the man who I intend to haunt until he gives up. The man...??: YOU!!! The camera quickly turns around, and there's a huge pop for Dan White, who is storming down the corridor. Dave quickly takes a defensive step back, leaping behind Kevin, but Bruce and Tyrone are quick on the case, grabbing Dan by the arms and holding him back.Dan White: You little Irish prick! No way did you deserve victory there! You cheated yourself to win! Dan is trying to throw punches as he talks, but to no avail, as the bodyguards firmly hold him, with Dave responding in a nonchalant manner.Dave: Dan, I really don't think calling me an “Irish prick” is going to solve things. It's not like you were even eliminated with the assistance of Thunderkiss! You were thrown over the top rope, fairly and squarely, by Senator. So stop all this nonsense about me being a cheat. You're just kidding with yourself.Dan scowls at Dave, as he looks at the two bodyguards.Dan White: Well can I at least have a word with you without these two fat bastards holding me back? Dave looks at Bruce and Tyrone, who in turn look ready to smash Dan's face against a wall. But Dave cautiously nods his head.Dave: All right, but try any funny stuff, and these two are going to nail you to the wall so hard you won't even make it to Fallen Heroes 2039.Dan looks at the bodyguards, nodding his head, and they release him, but still keep their mark in between the two.Dan White: You're nothing, Shadow. You know that? You absolutely nothing. You tried to play with the big boys, and look what happened? You got slammed through a table, by yours truly. But how must that have felt, Shadow? To know that you're not at the level that some of us are. It must have felt bad. It must have felt gut-wrenching. So the only thing that triggered in your mind was to join up with authority, right? You and that fat fuck Thunderkiss joined up with the Chairman. He pauses, wiping the tip of his nose with his index finger and thumb, an old habit of his.Dan White: You see I know fine well why Gingerdude decided to pick you as the man who should be the face of this company. You're Mr. Bland. You're Mr. No Personality. You've got no defining features about yourself. And most of all? You're spineless. And you're unopinionated. And that's the exact person Chairman Gingerdude wants. Somebody who he can mould into this “model World champion” idea that he has. Somebody that'll listen to every word he says, somebody that'll be his yes man. He pauses again, yet Dave knows that he's not quite finished.Dan White: And that's exactly the kind of person you are, Dave. You have no imagination, and you have no integrity. You want all the glory, and you're willing to become this shell for Gingerdude to step into and control, for the purpose of being able to say “well yeah, I was once at the top of this company. I managed to win the World Title and all it took was three of Gingerdude's associates to help me win it”. I mean face it, Shadow, you're just Gingerdude's puppet. And don't think I'm gonna be the one who cuts the strings and frees you, oh no. You lost all hope of me having any desire to help you win you cost me the World fucking Title!!! There's a lot of intensity in Dan's words, and Dave takes another step back, anticipating the Welshman to go over the top and implode. But he keeps his composure, probably because there are two burly bodyguards with a known history within ACW of being rather ruthless and forceful, and would have no problem chucking Dan's body into a river, wrapped up in a carpet.
Dave though takes a deep breath, his eyes looking up to heavenDave: I get it Dan. You’re a sore loser. It’s ok, you’ve had lots of practice and if I lost as much as you did, I’d be bitter too. See though, we’re quite similar, you and I. We both want that world championship. We both want fame and glory and power. The difference lies in the fact that I’m honest about my desires. And I know what it takes to achieve my goals. They may like you Danny Boy, but let me tell you something. Just because you have backing from the people doesn’t mean you’re not an arrogant little ungrateful thug. If it wasn’t for Gingerdude, you’d probably be locked up in a cell somewhere, rotting away like the criminal you really are.Feeling a little braver, Dave steps closer to Dan, getting in his face. Dan looks ready to knock his head clean offDave:Do you know why I cost you the title Dan? Because I refuse to let it rest around the waist of a football hooligan such as yourself. What kind of poster boy would you be for ACW. What sort of image would we be sending out to those who watch our program? That’s why Gingerdude asked me to get involved. Because as much of a punk ass bitch Steele is, having you as champion would be the equivalent of having Amy Winehouse represent a Straight Edge campaign. You’re a thug Dan. You continually prove to be one. And you only hate me because I expose you as what you really are, and that frightens you. You’re scared that if these fans really find out what you’re like....they’d abandon you in the blink of an eye.Dan shakes his head with disgust and disapproval, with Dave almost ready to pounce over the bodyguards and whack him one.Dan White: So you think you can expose me for what I really am, Dave? I thought I showed that last year, when I severed Steve Phillips' knee with a football tackle. Or when I went over the edge to ensure that Josh Robertson wasn't going to return to ACW. Or, with you as a primary source, when I kicked your arse in that Swedish strip club the other night, your blood spilling all over the parish. I'm not hiding under a veil, Shadow. You've got nothing to uncover out of me. I am who I am. I get to where I want with violence, and I think I proved a damn good point with what I did in Stockholm. You're just scared because you know that I could beat you one on one so firmly that you'd be in a hospital. But that's not going to happen, is it, Shadow? Because whenever you're in a whiff of trouble, you have our Chairman to look after you, or Thunderkiss, or Tweedledum and Tweedledee here. Bruce and Tyrone furrow their brows at being likened to two idiots, as Dan continues.Dan White: You just can't hack the fact that I'm the most dangerous, yet the most appealing wrestler ACW has had in years. Let's look at our champions over the last 12 months. Thunderkiss was a sellout. Sarin was a crook. Fallen Souls couldn't hack it, BK London had become boorish and unable to bring the ratings in, and Jay Zero was a cop out. I'm the man who can relate to every single one of those fans out there! How many people have lost out on a promotion, because there was an arse licker in the way who, despite having sub-standard skills managed to get the job? Well that's the current fucking situation I'm in at the minute. Sub-standard, average, boring folk like you and Thunderkiss, who only get ANYWHERE by virtue of who you know, rather than how good you are. And believe me, Dave, I'm gonna break the system. And you're gonna watch every minute of it. Dan pauses, smirking at Dave.
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Post by Dan White on Apr 16, 2009 16:21:22 GMT -5
Dan White: You don't even know what mess you're in. Like I said, I'm not gonna help you out of this shit, cos when Thunderkiss craps all over you like he has done to so many other people, and I mean people like Fallen Souls, Thunder Train, Jay Zero, XS3, Jason Freeman, and yours truly, you're gonna be all on your own. You won't have a Chairman at your side, because he'll realise that a puppet who needs a personality shaped into him to make him vaguely interesting only works for so long. When his speech writers run out of things to write for you, then you're gonna be by yourself, without a single fucking person on your side. And when that happens, you'll be right where I was. Shadow nearly replies, but before he can, another individual steps into the picture. Senator Steve Phillips enters the fray, and his expression is anything but pleased.The Senator: Enough, enough! I do believe the audience out there in that arena has heard well enough of you two ranting! You know, if this keeps up any longer, Al Gore and Greenpeace will be organizing protests at the next stop on this tour, due to all the hot air you two have been releasing into the athmosphere. In any case, I arrived out here for one purpose, and that is simply to inform the public. Mr. Shadow, you are a promising addition to the ACW roster, although I disapprove of the company you keep, and many of your tactics, your talent is undeniable, and your potential yet unrealized. Mr. White, we have waged wars in and out of the ring, you did indeed demolish my knee in that heinous attack, the pain of which I still feel to this very day. Both of you are worthy competitors. Dan White: And you accused us of talking too much? Senator: If I may finish, both of you are worthy competitors...but neither of you have the experience of winning the battle royale at Fallen Heroes. Furthermore, there is nobody alive today who has the record at Fallen Heroes to match or exceed mine. I have eliminated opponents larger than myself by a hundred pounds. I have outlasted the best athletes in ACW, and I have meticulously studied the dynamics of the match itself. Nobody in this room, nobody in this building has the understanding of how to win this match, as I do. Shadow shakes his head at the last comment, clearly annoyed.Dave: I hate to say it, but your time is up, and if you think you can come back here and promise victory, you might find yourself surprised when Fallen Heroes ends, and you end up just like another of the twenty-nine losers. Even Chairman Gingerdude doesn't think you stand a chance.Senator: Utterly absurd! The last time our glorious leader and erstwhile wrestler stepped into the ring, William Jefferson Clinton was President and ACW was but a dream of the future. I hardly would take the prognostications of ol' Pencil Neck at face value, he was never worth anything in the squared circle, anyway. You and Thunderkiss are following down an old road, but neglect to realize that everyone who sided with Gingerdude during one of his power trips ended up doing exponentionally better for themselves after they separated themselves from his greedy grip... ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE, CRACKERJACKS! [Upon the mention of his very name, the backstage interveiw room vomits up the Worldbreaker who has a lot to say tonight. So much in fact that he shows he is quite the multitasker as he power walks to the melee while demonstrating his bark and bite are both equally as deadly.] Kiss Army France *chanting*: THUN-DER-KISS! THUN-DER-KISS! THUN-DER-KISS! THUN-DER-KISS!Thunderkiss: Well, I see the French chapter of the Kiss Army is alive and WELL! Now first and foremost, Senator Steven Q. Phillips. I didn’t know that Dear Abby died and you took over her job. What, did you rub your scrubby crystal ballsack to see our future? What you fail to realize is that Dave and myself are not “following an old road” because we’re family and family looks out for one another. Yes, Dave might not be real family in a sense but he ain’t heavy, he’s my ...[Thunderkiss smirks and nonchalantly moves the microphone toward the cameras.] Fans: BROTHER!Thunderkiss: I know you are getting a little old but I’m sure that came through loud and clear in your hearing aide.[Even those who detest the Army can’t help but bond with them as together they fill the air with laughter that almost screams, “Steve Phillips, why so serious?”] Thunderkiss: And Dan White, brother Dan White. This “fat ass” has a few things he wishes to say to you now that you’ve actually untucked your junk from between your legs and decided to show up in front of him tonight. BAWWW, motherfucker, BAWWWW! I like the list of names you decided to whip out to open Dave’s eyes to the HORROR of Thunderkiss! However, what I like even more is how you failed to mention the reasons why they and I parted ways. Fallen Souls failed to hold up his end of the team and tried to sell this as being “personal problems.” Well, his “personal problems” didn’t stop him from trying to leapfrog over me for the World Title, now did they? How about Thunder Train? Yeah, him clubbing me in the back of the head to side with Jake Steele was CLEARLY my fault, right Dan? XS3, nice guy, right? So nice in fact that he went fucking psycho and attacked me as the Exemplar, just like he just did to the Road Steelers. History repeats itself and it couldn’t have happened to a better group of motherfuckers. Jason Freeman. Heh. Heheah.... HEheehaHA![In an awkward moment, Thunderkiss slams the breaks on his tirade and keels over in laughter. It takes a few seconds but he is finally able to regain composure.] Thunderkiss: I’m sorry, that whole thing was so G’Damn funny I couldn’t help myself. Jay Zero? Yup, I fucked him over and loved every second of it. And I’m finally to you, Dan White. Do you remember why I put my boots into your ass, Dan? I really don’t think you do considering how you’re playing the victim card. Let me remind you. You failed, Dan. You failed just like usual. You couldn’t hold your weight in the Entourage and I kicked your ass out ALONG WITH FOUR OTHER MEN, who also agreed you were a failure. I tolerate a lot of things, White, but failure is not one of them. Neither does this crowd. They are very unforgiving. You may now proudly go around and declare you are a worthy champion, but I ain’t buying the bullshit, and neither are the non-bandwagoners, hardcore mother fuckers who watch this shit each and every week! Kiss Army Fan: I guess you can say ... [The fan reaches into his shirt pocket and pulls out a pair of sunglasses. Move over Cory Hart, someone else dares wear sunglasses at night.] Kiss Army Fan: Dan White just got served. YEAHHHHHHHHH!! Thunderkiss: And those non-bangwagoners, hardcore mother fuckers want the real deal. They want a man they know won’t let them down the second the strap goes around their waist. They want ...
THUNDERKISS [/center] Thunderkiss: That’s me!OoOoOoH NOOO! [The crowd goes bonkers as the final piece of this puzzle bursts out onto the scene and the camera backs up to capture the glorious sight of Hollywood Mach!] Hollywood: The last person we need pissin' around with the Thunder is a jabroni-ass like yourself, brudah! All four of your candyasses are gonna be tossed out of that ring tonight by none other than The Macho Mayun Arrr-Deee-Kayyy! I've seen these battle royales go down many times before, and lemme say that I've been known to do EXTREMELY well in them! MachoMania runs WILD when that very ring goes HOLLYWOOD![The RDK fans begin to chant "MachoMania" "MachoMania" "MachoMania"] Hollywood: What did I tell ya brudahs? Can you feel it? The magic in the air? The air is so thick with excitement that you can cut it like a block of cheese....oooh yeeah, I've foreseen the future - and let it be known that The Macho Man takes on all challengers! Whether it be the crumpet eatin', jabroni been beatin' DAN WHITE![/color] [The crowd cheers for their Welsh ACW Rebel as RDK points at Dave Shadow....] Hollywood: The Junior Bacon Cheese![/color] [Laughter ensues as well as booing at the former Entertainment Champion - Dave Shadow] Hollywood: Old man can't wait, political debate - MOVE THEM STILL HIPS, I BE TALKIN' BOUT OL' MAN PHILLIPS!
Hollywood: OR THE ROOTIN' TOOTIN', GIVE A BOOTIN' - MACH COULDN'T GIVE A PISS, CHITTY CHITTY BANG BANG: HIS NAME IS THUNDA-KISSSSS! YEAAAAAAAAH!
["THUNDERKISS" - "R-D-K!" - "THUNDERKISS" - "RDK"
Mach cocks an eyebrow before looking all around him, then back at the camera.]
Hollywood: It doesn't matter who...cause NOBODY DOES IT BETTER---
Crowd: --THAN THE MACHO MAN ARRRR-DEEEEEEE-KAYYYYY!
Hollywood: YEAAH DON'T YOU FORGET IT BRUDAHS! SO ALL FOUR OF YA CAN DONKA DONK DONKA YOUR ASSES ON OUTTA THE WAY SO THE MACHO MAYUN HERE CAN MAKE HIS WAY ON OVER TO THE CAPPUCINO MACHINE! SUGAR IS SWEET AND SO IS HONEY - BUT NOT IF YOUR JEMIMA RIDDEN ASSES ARE IN MY WAY! YEAAAAAAH![/color] [RDK pushes past the other four competitors who kind of just look at him like he is crazy or something and the scene fades out as we go to commercial break.] [Fade Out]
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Post by Dan White on Apr 16, 2009 16:21:50 GMT -5
Segment Save for Jonny Hughes
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Post by Dan White on Apr 16, 2009 16:22:25 GMT -5
MATCH 5: Jake Steele vs. Rawt “Crippler” Ross – Beat The Clock Competition #2 (Credit: XS3) With a time of 7:10 to beat, Jake Steele faces off against Rawt.Bell rings. Jake and Rawt immediately lock up with Rawt overpowering his smaller opponent with a side headlock. Jake goes to counter but Rawt holds on and throws in a quick punch for good measure. The referee is all "OH NO YOU DIH-INT" but Rawt ignores him and begins stomping on Jake, who soon retaliates by rolling to his feet and throwing punches, striking Rawt but being unable to bring him down. Jake bounces off the ropes and ducks under a big boot before springing off the ropes and hitting a springboard elbow smash. Rawt stumbles into the ropes and Jake finally takes him down with a jumping heel kick to the face. Jake salutes to the crowd before covering Rawt for a two count. Time Left: 6:35 Jake looks over at the timer and nods before picking up Rawt and throwing a big kick to the jaw. Rawt holds his jaw and Jake now prepares for a bakatare sliding kick. Rawt persists and manages to grab Jake by the throat. Jake bats the arm away but is then shoved back by Rawt, who then nails a hideous running big boot that nearly shatters Jake's nose. Rawt picks Jake up and whips him off the ropes, hitting a quick clothesline then completing his little combo of sorts with a big splash, pinning Jake for only a two. The fans begin to rally behind Jake as Rawt simply toys with his opponent. Time Left: 5:12 Rawt then gets Jake up once more and scoop slams him. Following that basic wrestling move, Rawt applies the oh-so-deadly Dragon Sleeper. The crowd is cheering on the world champion and he acknowledges their support by kicking at the canvas then rising up. Jake throws some midsection punches and some shots to the ribcage then, in a quick show of strength, brings Rawt up to hit a Rock Bottom-style backbreaker. Jake and Rawt lay on the canvas and the referee starts his ten count. Jake makes it up at six and Rawt follows him shortly. Jake catches Rawt with some rapid-fire kicks, nailing a dropkick that sends Rawt stumbling into the corner. Jake follows up with some furious boxing strikes, each strike he pictures as another blow to XS3. Jake nails a right hook to the face and goes to whip Rawt off the ropes. The whip is reversed and Rawt prepars for a back body drop. Jake surprises him though because the Broken Legacy sends Jake spinning 360 degrees and leaves Rawt's head crashing into the canvas. Jake pins but gets two. Rawt is picked up but he bats Jake's arms away and brings him into ten trapped headbutts. Rawt then picks up Jake and hits a german suplex. Rawt spins his hips and delivers another german suplex. When Jake is about to be suplexed again, he holds on and runs backwards, sandwiching Rawt between himself and the referee. Time Left: 2:59 As Jake looks around at the fallen ref, Rawt clubs him in the back of the head. Jake is then pulled in and is lifted up for the Bomb Drop. Jake fights out of the hold and hits a hurracanrana that sends Rawt into the ropes. Jake rushes back to his feet and quickly runs and leaps, hitting Rawt with the RIGHT IN YO' FACE. Jake lands on Rawt and goes for the pin... but the referee is still out. Jake goes to wake the ref up and he also pauses to look up at the timer. Time Left: 2:09 Unbeknownst to him, the crowd is heard booing as XS3, who looks pretty ticked off, hops the guardrail and enters the ring with a chair in hand. The referee is coming to and Jake turns to face his #1 contender. Jake dares XS3 to hit him and XS3 gets a furious look on his face before raising the chair above his head. Instead of going towards Jake, he slams the chair down onto the canvas. Jake looks on, confused, before XS3 throws the chair at him. Jake catches it and watches XS3 leave, heading up the ramp. Jake turns around and finds the referee looking at him before realizing what XS3 has done. Jake goes to state his case but it's too late; the referee calls for the bell and gives Phillip the 411. Bell rings. Phillip: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match as a result of a disqualification, Rawt "The Crippler" Ross! Though Rawt is unconscious, he'll be smiling once he comes to. 7-0. It's unheard of in these times in ACW but Rawt is still on a roll, thanks to some unlikely help. XS3 offers no smile or smirk; he just stares blankly at Jake, who looks more than incensed at the outcome of the match. As the two opponents stare down, the fans look on and wonder: Will Jake silence his former friend? Will XS3 fulfill his destiny? How many more cliches will I use? Watch Fallen Heroes, ya friggin jerks! It's free in the UK!
...I'm drunk.
Fade.
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Post by Dan White on Apr 16, 2009 16:23:21 GMT -5
Escape To Blighty Dan White For somebody who's attempted to enter this country on the sly, Dan White has certainly made a name for himself tonight. Paris has been embraced with his presence, not only from competing in a Battle Royale to getting in a predicament in the backstage, and then the pub, as ever, getting utterly smashed on alcohol and making themselves known to French, perhaps not in the most tactful way.
And with the police catching Dan out whilst he was out tonight, the chase is on again, as he tries to escape. The scene fades in, close to the end of the show, and as such the French capital is gifted with a beautiful dusk. The stars are shining bright, as a heavy motor noise can be heard. Dan White is on the motorbike he stole earlier on, and is calmly driving along, listening to his ipod.Dan White: DON'T! STOP! THINKING ABOUT TOMORRROW!! DON'T! STOP! THINKING ABOUT TOMORRRRRROW!! So as you can tell, he's pretty casual. Fleetwood Mac are a band that anyone can use in their leisurely time, to relax to, or in Dan's case, have a nice motorbike ride in the twilight of the French countryside. Of course, that's not all of the story here. The camera pans back, and there's two French policecars with their sirens on, and police officers angrily hanging out the car, shouting towards the motorbike. Amongst those present is Thierry, the border patrol policeman, whose bike, the very bike Dan is riding, was stolen. Unsurprisingly, Pierre, the 350lb one who clobbered Dan, isn't participating in this chase.
The camera focuses back to Dan, and he causally looks up, seeing the sign which says “CALAIS”. We ca assume that there's a smirk somewhere on his face; although that's harder to see through a motorbike helmet visor. To those of you who are uneducated, of course, Calais is the main French port for the English channel, which connects France to the United Kingdom. And within the UK, not only would Dan be free from the French police, but he'd also be home. And that's a great incentive. He'd rather not be detained within a French prison cell when the ACW train rolls into Cardiff for the first time in four years.
He puts an indicator on, and goes down the sliproad, with the French police following him. But Dan then quickly kicks the bike up, and it leaps off the sliproad, landing on the grassy embankment beside it. Despite an uncomfortable landing, he remains on the bike, and manages to drive under the road he was initially on, and in turn completely escaping the French police, who obviously can't follow pursuit via car, and the camera fades out momentarily.
It fades back in again to Dan, sitting on his static motorbike, tapping the throttle impatiently. He's behind a couple of lorries, one of which reads the “Eddie Stobart”. Reminded of the well-known haulage firm from Carlisle, England, Dan takes off his helmet, smirking. But his hair is in a state, prompting the Welsh Dragon to turn to the camera, and break the fourth wall.Dan White: What, you've never heard of hat hair before? He turns back, getting off his motorbike and heading towards the lorry. Next to the lorry, a middle-aged man with a receeding hairline in a Charlton Athletic Football Club shirt impatiently stands, with his arms folded.Dan White: Excuse me, what's with the hold ups tonight? The man turns to Dan, speaking in a South London accent.Lorry Driver: Ahh man, them bloody frogs have blockaded up the channel, haven't they? There's a look of shock on Dan's face, before the emotion of resignation sets in.Dan White: Aww, bollocks. I completely forgot about those striking bastards! Lorry Driver: Yeah it's proper rubbish isn't it! This lot couldn't organise a piss up in a brewery, and even if they did they'd be on the floor after two pints. Dan White: For fuck's sake, like. Lorry Driver: Why, where are you heading? ??: YOU! STOP!! The duo look around, with Thierry and his pals in one of the police cars. Dan mouths the words “for fuck's sake” again, as he responds.Dan White: Anywhere away from this lot. The lorry driver chuckles to himself as Dan leaps onto the stolen motorbike, and turns the key on. The bike starts, and he quickly darts away, weaving through lorries, with the polcecar siren turning on, and chasing. Dan is determined to get back home, and he'll get there through any means possible, even if it means taking the biggest risk of his life. Again, he goes off-road, onto the grassy fields which make up the area close to the ferry terminal. But despite the English Channel right in front of him, he knows he can't be so stupid enough to just drive in and swim all the way to Great Britain. He's not that stupid....is he?
No, he's not. He brings the bike to a halt, and switches off the ignition. He then gets off his bike, and watches as the policecar grinds to a halt. Thierry and his chums all make heir way out, with batons at the ready, closing in on Dan.Thierry the Policeman It'z over, Mr. Blanc. Hand yourzelf over to zee French police now Dan White: I can't! I've got to get to the UK! And my name's not Blanc, it's WHI- ??: Oi! Dan! Is that you?! There's a pause between Dan and the policemen, and Dan carefully looks over his shoulder. Turns out the cliff isn't as high as he thought. Maybe about 10, 20 feet tops. And at the bottom, there's a motorboat with an impressive nine motors attached to it. The Royles are sat in the boat, with several burlap bags to one side.Dan White: Now then! What are you two doing?! Biggin: Erm...private export. McGroin: Yeah... The brothers look at each other nervously, with Dan smirking. He looks back up at the policemen, and tosses the key to Thierry.Dan White: Now then. There's your bike. I'm offski. And promptly, Dan takes the plunge off the ledge, diving into the Channel, which by this time of day must be absolutely freezing. And he probably doesn't foresee this, as Thierry lets out a mighty “NOOOOON!”, or whatever a Frenchman would say on that situation. But at least he got his bike back. We cut to Dan, emerging at the surface of the water with a gasp, grabbing onto the boat and pulling himself up. The Royles help him into the boat, and he sits down.Dan White: Shit the bed! That's bloody cold, that is! Biggin: Haha, don't you worry. This thing gets back to Blighty in no time! McGroin: Aye, let's just hope that the Navy aren't on our case last this time. There's another pause, and Dan quickly stops trying to drain water from his dreadlocks.Dan White: ...Did you say Navy? McGroin: Aye, they've got this helicopter, right. We avoided it last time, but they know that we're waiting to get back across. Biggin: That's the risk of smuggling cocaine, Dan. You got on the wrong boat, it seems. There's only one thing on his mind, as McGroin starts the boat....
“For Fuck's Sake!!!”
Fade Out.
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Post by Dan White on Apr 16, 2009 16:24:12 GMT -5
Segment: The breakdown of all breakdowns? (Credit: XS3) (OOC Note: I highly suggest playing Lamb of God's "Reclamation" during this segment. >_>) It was gone.
It was all fucking gone.
That was the sad realization I came to as I sat in the desolate corner of a seemingly empty locker room, my own means of shelter from that disgusting, filthy shithole I called the world. Everyone was gone; I was a broken survivor on my own little island and no one was coming to answer my SOS. My bandmates decided to force me out of a band I helped create, my mask that provided religious solace had been taken and my wife, the one person I truly love with all my heart and would die for at any given day, had been turned against me. And for what? A strap of leather with some gold attached to it?
It was all a goddamn joke. I had lost everything I loved and yet, those jackasses we call fans were rallying against me and supporting that sniveling pickpocket. The villain here was not I and never truly was; it was Jake Steele and his incestuous little clique called the Road Steelers. I was practically hitting myself over making that stupid, stupid decision to serve as a mentor to those ungrateful morons. I should have just allowed their careers to suffer a slow and painful demise. But no, I had to be the hero as always. I had to put my own career on hold AGAIN to cater to a group of blubbering man-children. If anything, the group should have just called itself "Peter Pan Syndrome".
With nothing left to own and everyone turned against me, my breaking point was at the point of a reoccurrence. The déjà vu of snapping was coming back once again and I couldn't find anyway to stop it. Senator's advice was slowly drifting away from me with every ticking of that figurative clock. Slowly, I rose from my seated position and gradually turned to find the mirror; my reflection was staring back at me and I could hear his voice, mocking me and truly calling me a failure like I had stated tongue-in-cheek all those years ago. More voices became abundant, each and every one of them taunting me with every restless breath I began to take. But among those that drifted throughout my head, one particular voice stood out. It belonged to Jay Zero, forcing me to recall the ending of Ragnarok."Matt, take a good look at yourself! Besides Train and I here…
What really do you have?" With a mighty roar, I lunged forward and annihilated the mirror with my fists, allowing the glass to sink into my knuckles. Every agitated breath were becoming screams of sheer agony, allowing my inner emotions to finally come out and be free. The beast once again became unchained as I reached over and pulled out the one weapon no one was able to take from me: Petey the Baseball Bat. With a firm grip on him, I swung around and blasted a locker door off of its hinges. I continued to bring the bat down on it, causing firm dents to appear. As I tossed Petey aside, I grabbed my duffel bag and emptied out its contents onto the floor: my joint, a notebook full of song ideas and a couple of pictures.Humanity's a failed experiment. Walking the path to extinction.The first thing I grabbed was the notebook and every idea for Demon Inc was ripped apart, allowing my would-be contributions to rest in peace. The next item was my joint. What solace could it provide? What was there left to do with marijuana when everything was gone? I grabbed it and ripped it apart, letting the weed fall to the floor like tainted snow. Finally, I grabbed the pictures and flipped through each one. The first five or six were nothing more than pics from a Demon Inc photo shoot. As I ripped them up, I stopped at the last picture, the one that really broke my heart.
It was a picture of my wife Christine and my son Corey.
As soon as my eyes came in contact with that picture, my eyes swelled up with sorrow and anger. I had neglected to think about my son, who was under the supervision of the Terry family while my family had gone off to teach me a lesson. It was in that moment I had begun to realize that everyone involved in this tale of tragedy and betrayal, myself included, were greedy little fuckers. Every last one of us. I had allowed my obsession of fulfilling my destiny to overwhelm me while Jake Steele took everything I had for himself, with my family in it for nothing more than attention. I sat the picture down and dropped to my knees, silently asking my God for some sort of answer as to why all this was happening.Blindly consuming mass-manufactured faith. Mankind is a festering parasite.Finally, I had reached my full vertical base and glanced over at the bench. Without any moment of hesitation or regret, my resentment had bubbled over more than anyone had expected it to and I grabbed the bench. With a single toss, it was up against the wall and that's where Petey came back into play. With a firm grip on the baseball bat, I envisioned the bench as Jake Steele, smiling with more arrogance than I had ever seen. I reared back and screamed once more. Time seemed to stand still as I remembered Christine and Corey, the two most important people in my life drifting far away from me. I almost forgot to feel the bat slam into the bench. That wasn't enough for me. I reared back once more and swung, connecting with a proverbial home run. Sadistic laughter was escaping from my mouth as I kept slamming the bat into the bench, picturing Jake Steele's ribs breaking with every strike. Finally, the bench was weakened enough for one last blow, a blow that broke it in half.
As I watched the halves slowly creep down to the floor, I tossed Petey aside and brought my bloodied knuckles up to my sight, noticing that some splinters were in there for good measure. As I paused to survey the damage I had caused, I spun around to see a familiar face in the doorway: Chairman Gingerdude. He gave no smile or frown. Ginger gave me an emotionless stare, making him realize the pain I was truly going through. With an expression that matched his, I turned my back to him in a small token of defiance and allowed myself to fall back, collapsing on the floor in a drained heap. Ginger sombrely acknowledged me with a simple nod before closing the door and allowing me to continue to work out my thoughts.
As I laid on the floor, I had suddenly began to feel good about myself. My psychoanalysis for the time being had been completed, with the mental doctor in my mind recommending that I get some rest for Fallen Heroes. For me, it was a little easier said than done. I was more restless than ACW had normally had worked me to. But something was keeping me going. Maybe it was the ACW World Heavyweight Championship, maybe it was all the anger. Whatever it was, I knew what my purpose would become: To defeat Jake Steele and become ACW World Heavyweight Champion.
Defeat? Become? That was a little too nice.
I was going to fucking murder Jake Steele and restore prestige to the title.
Only then would I rest easy.
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by The Feature Presentation on Apr 16, 2009 16:50:10 GMT -5
GREAT Show, brudah! GREAT Show!
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 16, 2009 16:52:48 GMT -5
Guys dont send me your late segments! Send them to Dan so he can edit them into the show.
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Post by rawt on Apr 16, 2009 22:53:36 GMT -5
The Streak Continues! > : )
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