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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 20, 2009 16:19:49 GMT -5
“HOSTEL” [/font] Credit: Thunderkiss[/center] [He’s close, but so very far away. The mystery man who inappropriately calls himself “Aiden Joseph” has resurfaced (see last show) once more and his itinerary is simple: destroy Thunderkiss at all costs. The instant he wiped the sand and sea off his body he embarked on his quest to do exactly that. Making it to Europe earlier today, he had not the time to make it to Cardiff and instead landed in nearby Ireland. There, the comfort of a local hostel welcomed him in, among others. At this very moment one of those “others” now resides in his company most unwillingly. Laying on the bed is one of the locals, her hands and feet bound to the corner posts. Her blond hair covers her distraught face, blond hair that is eerily similar to Anna’s in appearance as with the rest of her body.] Aiden Joseph: Shhhh. Shhhh. It will be okay. So tell me, have you ever had a broken heart? [Afraid to answer, the bound girl plays it safe and says nothing. Wrong choice. Wanting conversation, Aiden snaps. His body rockets towards her, his hands clamping onto her forearms and his face thrust toward hers.] Aiden Joseph: ANSWER ME! [Tears begin to stream down her eyes as the imposters rage is cast upon her. Her entire body trembles, so much so that she has a hard time fulfilling his request. It requires every ouch of courage but a quiet voice escapes from her lips and calms his temper for the time being.] Woman: Y-Yes. Aiden Joseph: OH? So you think you’ve had it worse than me? Woman: N-No. I d-didn’t say that a-at all! Aiden Joseph: DON’T LIE! I can see the truth in your eyes. Oh yes, you might have lost your high school crush or perhaps your first boyfriend, but a daddy’s little girl like you has no clue on what true heartbreak really is. There is a woman out there who’s heart belongs to me. It is our destiny to be as one. Sadly she is a bit confused right now and a worthless cur has taken advantage of her mental state by stealing her away from me. On our wedding night, if you can believe such a heinous action. Now imagine having this happen not once, but twice. That is what I must endure tonight. [Overcome with wrought, he brings forth his face and comforts it within his hands. His bizarre behavior tells of a tale of a man who is not well in mind nor spirit.] Aiden Joseph: Alas, my efforts to prevent this travesty have been futile; I did not get the proper start. But trust me, woman, the day of repentance is at hand. Thou shall not covet anything that belongs to thy neighbor, as the good book says. True love always wins and our passion shall be a flame that will never need to be rekindled. Now, do me one favor .... [He turns his back on her and delves deeply into something she cannot see. The fear of the unknown causes her heart to race but pales in comparison to the sensation of panic she is stricken with when the mad look in his eyes catches hers as he spins back around.] Aiden Joseph: ... and put this on. Woman: P-P-Please. Aiden Joseph: BINT, I SAID PUT IT ON RIGHT NOW! [Humiliated, she is temporarily released from her shackles and forced to disrobe in front of him. While this may tickle the fancy of many a man, it does nothing for the copycat. It is her next action that gets his blood going. The clothing he threw at her feet just a second ago now covers her body and in a sick, twisted way, he has created yet another clone, this one being Anna’s. While deep down his subconscious knows this is not the real article, it is close enough to satisfy his appetite - for now.] Aiden Joseph: Oh, yes. This pleases me to no ends. Now come, Anna. Let me hold you. Lay your head upon my shoulder and know that your worries are my own. [The woman thinks about making a run for it before it becomes too late. This hesitancy costs her. Before she is given a chance to flee, the imposter takes position of her hand and returns her to her imprisonment. Her cries for help are quickly snuffed out with a pillow cover shoved down her throat and her entire world dives into blackness as “Aiden” turns off the lights of the room. She struggles to break free, but all her might is unable to even move the ties that bind her.] Aiden Joseph: Oh? You prefer the lights to be on then? So be it, my love. *CLICK* Aiden Joseph: Look into my eyes and tell me I’m lying. Woman: *HRRMPPP* Aiden Joseph: Heh... HEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 20, 2009 16:20:39 GMT -5
Match 3: Danny Mainer vs. The Senator (Credit: XS3)
Mainer and Senator started off with a quick exchange of holds and reversals, matching that to something you'd normally see in any good technical wrestling match. Mainer was about to perform a hurracanrana but Senator caught him and began to lift him up for a powerbomb (!!!). Mainer moonsaulted out of the hold, onto his feet and into a series of blistering old man chops from Senator. Mainer was whipped off the ropes but he surprised his nemesis for the night with an outside crescent kick. Senator crashed to the canvas hard and Mainer bounced off the ropes, looking for a senton splash. Senator stuck his knees up and Mainer was bent in a way he shouldn't normally be. Senator followed up with a low dropkick to the knee and a Shining Capitol for a two.
A couple of moments later, Mainer regained the advantage after Senator missed with a snapmare/soccer ball kick combination, prompting Mainer to connect with the Swinging Cleaver. Senator stumbled into the corner and Mainer exercised his right to fly high, springing off the ropes and dropkicking Senator over them and down to the floor. Mainer taunted Senator, as if he was telling him that that's what would happen to him on Saturday. Mainer rolled under the bottom rope and brought Senator back into the ring, covering him for a two. Mainer then applied a Dark Orchid Demolisher, refusing to let up on his assault. This provoked Senator to the point of countering, rolling over with Mainer and cinch in a cross armbar. Mainer resisted the pain and went back to his feet, only to be taken down again with a Washington Lariat.
Sure enough, Senator proved to the world that he has more gas in the tank than most people realized, continuing to connect with his grumpy old man chops then follow up with a series of boxing blows to the midsection. Mainer staggered about and Senator quickly began to use the Senatorial Series, finishing off with the Liberalizer. Senator flashed his victory pose and went for a high angle inside cradle later. Mainer held on and pushed Senator into the ropes, rebounding him into a Bladers Sunrise. Mainer mocked the victory pose, getting a negative reaction, before setting Senator up for an Extended Vacation. Senator fought out of the hold and landed behind Mainer, hooking him up for a backslide. Mainer slid out of it and rolled onto his feet. Senator used this to throw some knee strikes his way. Senator then attempted a Partisan Kick but Mainer ducked and hit the Psycho Holiday for the win.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 20, 2009 16:21:05 GMT -5
]Title: Short segments are for stoned people and those with no time. Credit: Jonny Spade/Chris Phenomenal/Hollywood Mach
The scene opens in the locker room of the Mega Star Alliance with Chris Phenomenal and Hollywood Mach looking like they are about to come to blows.
Chris Phenomenal: Seriously Mach, Jonny Spade. Tell me the last time he won a match. I’ve beaten him twice, Lee Homicide has beaten him for Christ’s sake.
Hollywood: He’s a six time tag team champion, he’s one of the most recognized names in ACW Chris. He is a Mega Star.
Chris Phenomenal: No, he WAS a Mega Star, now he’s just a has been. Mega Star Alliance is about the present and future not the past. We don’t need people who need a walker to get down to the ring on our side.[/I]
Hollywood is about to say something when all of a sudden the door opens and Jonny Spade walks in.
Chris Phenomenal: Speak of the devil.[/I]
Jonny Spade: You know what Chris, you’ve got a point. I maybe haven’t been up to my usual caliber over the past few weeks. However I am six time tag team champion, a junior heavyweight champion and a two time entertainment champion. I am one of the most recognizable wrestlers in this company. You can doubt me all you want, however why not let me prove to you what exactly I can do. At Fallen Heroes you need a title defence, and why not make sure the belt stays in the Mega Star Alliance. Put it up against me, one on one with a twenty minute time limit to make sure you’re prepared for your battle royal.
Chris stares down Spade for a few seconds before extending his hand.
Chris Phenomenal: Deal!
Jonny hesitates before shaking the hand of Chris Phenomenal as the scene fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 20, 2009 16:21:48 GMT -5
Segment: My final words before the battle (Credit: XS3)
As the night progresses in Cardiff, the sounds of "Hail Destroyer" enter the arena. The crowd is already starting up their laughter and jeering, not expecting to take a man who has lost what little of his mental health early on in the night seriously. As it turns out, XS3 does indeed appear from the back but instead of bouncing off the walls as expected, he calmly paces himself out from behind the curtain. As he dons a pair of faded blue jeans, a System of a Down t-shirt and sneakers, he looks on at the fans and makes his way down the ramp. Though the sight of hecklers has slowly become a routine to XS3, one fan in particular manages to stick out like a sore thumb:
Yellow Shirt Spaz: OHMIGOD IT'S XS3 I'M SO EXCITED BECAUSE HE'S FINALLY HERE IN CARDIFF AND I'M THE ONLY ONE LEFT WHO LOVES EVERYTHING THIS GUY DOES MY NAME IS MICHAEL DAUGHTERY THIS IS BETTER THAN THE ROYAL RUMBLE WOOHOOOOOOOOO
XS3 stops to raise an eyebrow at the young spazzing lad before quickly disregarding him to walk up the steel steps and into the ring. He gets a mic from Phillip and looks around, still soaking in the anti-adulation. Sure enough, "Matthew sucks" chants begin circulating throughout the arena but XS3 still refuses to let them bother him. He raises the mic to his mouth and addresses the "adoring" public.
XS3: Yes, go ahead. Continue to jeer me like the sheep that you are. Considering how it is your obligation to flock to the Road Steelers' every word and action and stare in awe at the egotistical manner they consistently flaunt, you have every right to.
Now I have to admit; I'm all for logic. Everyone has a logic that cannot be hindered under any circumstances. Yet when the logic is an overwhelmingly negative one and appears to be unanimous, it can be quite troublesome for those who not only know they're right, they are right. That's why it amazes me to see all of you continue to worship the ground those three misfits walk on, failing to see the crimes they have committed against me. To sit here and watch you support theft and treason like it's a good thing, it's absolutely sickening. If those three did on the streets what they have done to me in the past month, they'd be in jail. Then what would you do? You would have no heroes left, no role models to look up to. All you would have are tainted memories, the same as I am forced to experience.
Jake, you think you have the mind games advantage coming into Fallen Heroes. You've aligned yourself with my bandmates, you've taken the mask of Exemplar like it was a toy and perhaps the worst of it all... You stole the one person I love and still love with all my heart and that is my wife, Christine. My goals were never personal; I was only out for the world title. But yet, you making things more personal than they needed to be confirmed what I've known about you for a long time: you have the mentality of a six-year-old. As soon as something doesn't go your way, you have to resort to cowardly tactics like stealing everything I own. I should have known that you would resort to something like this. You're living up to your last name quite well, aren't you? You know that you can't forge an identity of your own so you have to live out your frustrated dreams through others. That's why you let me defend your International title. You needed someone to take a fall for you and preserve your "great name".
Well, I'm sorry if you think otherwise but allowing me to defend your International title is careless and just shows that you are nothing more than paper. You know that without your fans, you would be nothing just like them. That's why they all flocked to you and shunned me instead. They wanted someone they could relate to. They needed a hero but neglected to realize they were looking in all the wrong places. Either that or they were too lazy to find a hero of their own so you, Train and Lee were the only ones available. Now every impressionable child who begs their parents to stay up late and watch ACW are going to see you and think breaking the law is a good thing to do. They're going to capitalize on your popularity and accept larceny as the norm. But in turn, your tactics have led to your premature downfall. How so? Think about it! I've lost everything! How are you going to try and defeat someone who's already lost everything they had?
That's why I refuse to be intimidated anymore by you. I'm living proof that after nine years of hard work and sacrifice will not be overlooked, even if you were considered above me for any sort of competition to a filthy dog like Jay Zero. You want to take everything from me and kick me out of ACW? Go ahead but your competition afterwards is going to be pretty slim. Thunderkiss? Beaten him before. Dan White? Miscreant. Dave Shadow? …HA. See, beyond what I bring to the table in terms of aggression, passion and precision, there is no one quite like me. If, by some minor miracle, you manage to beat me, you'll find out the hard way why worthy opponents and underrated challengers come far and between here in ACW. That's why you no longer pose a threat to me. You cannot scare me into believing that I am a failure. As far as I'm concerned, the only failure that will be roaming ACW is you. Unless my now-former friends and family wish to make amends, I guess I'll just have to push them out of my focus as I soundly crush you under my boot like the insignificant pest that you are and leave with my destiny fulfilled.
Now you can ask yourself whatever you think needs answering. "How am I going to beat XS3?" "How can I keep my title?" But I think there's one question you desperately need to ask yourself:
"What I have done to XS3... Is THAT unforgivable?"
As XS3 ceases with his words, the crowd is still either trying to come to terms with XS3's cold, harsh words, pretending not to care or, to a lesser degree, picturing XS3 holding the world title high in the air when all is said and done. "Hail Destroyer" signals for XS3's exit and he leaves the ring, politely handing the microphone to Phillip and softly punching him in the arm as a joke. XS3's trek takes him around ringside, where the fans are in his face. XS3 stops and lets one fan give him an earful of hatred. As XS3 acknowledges him with a simple nod, he walks backwards and makes his way to the end of the ramp. With every backwards step, XS3's eyes scan across the arena, each row or section of fans getting into the sights of the #1 Contender. He hits the top of the ramp and with the smirk coming back to him, XS3 makes title motions around his waist before taking his leave to the back. We now know that XS3 has his cool back after finally venting some steam but the real battle lies ahead: at Fallen Heroes, with seemingly every odd against him, Matthew Keith Irvine is in for one hell of a night.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 20, 2009 16:23:14 GMT -5
Segment: What the Hell Did I Get Myself Into?, Part 3 (Credit: Lee)
The camera fades back in on the kitchen of the same broken down house of Lee Homicide’s. The front door swings open, revealing Lee Homicide standing there in a black sweat suit and holding a duffle bag. He grows a large grimace on his face as he limps, slowly forward. Just as he crosses inside, he drops the duffle bag, leans up against the door to close it, and slowly slides to the floor. He groans slightly, and then begins to talk.
Lee: What a day…
He leans his head up against the door and closes his eyes for a few seconds. When he opens them, he sees something on the table, and groans once again. Lee Homicide crawls forward, grabs the counter and slowly pulls himself up onto a kitchen stool.
Lee: Ow…ow…ow…ow…ow…
A sigh of relief washes over him as he slowly reaches out and picks up a banana on the table. He pulls it back and starts to peel it.
Lee: Ow…ow…ow…ow…ow…
He takes a bite of the fruit and groans again.
Lee: You know what you need after a long day like today, Lee? You need to find yourself a nice confidence builder, you know get your mind on the right track before bed to get your confidence back before the pay-per-view.
He sees a stack of paper and a pen sitting on the counter nearby.
Lee: Well, you always have had a way with the ladies, maybe you should give the whole thing with Alicia another try.
He reaches over, grabs the pen, puts it to his mouth thinking, and then slowly begins to write, reading out loud.
Lee: Dear Alicia,
He scratches this section out with his pen.
Lee: What’s up, Alicia?
He scratches this section out again.
Lee: To Whom it may concern…what is she a teacher now?
He scratches this out and sits for a few moments.
Lee: To the lovely Alicia Kitsune/AK,
He begins to whisper under his breath.
Lee: I’ll just leave the name blank for now…
Lee Homicide continues writing and reading through his thoughts.
Lee: I have watched you from afar for quite a long time.
He scratches this section out as well.
Lee: She already thinks I’m a stalker…I know you said you’re not attracted to me, but beauty is only a light switch away…
Lee Homicide laughs a little bit, but then scratches this section out.
Lee: I know you probably think that I’m just a huge joke, but to tell you the truth, I like you, and I would enjoy getting to know you better. I think that you have one of the kindest and sweetest souls that I’ve ever seen and I want you to know that you deserve someone that will take care of you, and treat you right, even if it’s not me…
Lee Homicide looks off into space for a few seconds before slamming the pen down on the counter.
Lee: This is hopeless…
He begrudgingly gets up and limps into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
Lee: Mr. Poopsie, you’re not gonna believe the day I just had…
The camera zooms in on the scribbled paper on the counter. Suddenly a crash is heard coming from the bedroom.
Lee: Every time!
The scene slowly fades out to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 20, 2009 16:24:20 GMT -5
Segment: The Edge of Sanity (Credit: Freeman, Senator)
The camera fades in to show Jason Freeman walking down the hallways of ACW. From the looks of things, he has not stopped his intense training regimen, because his eyes seem to dart wildly, his walk seems not nearly as deliberate as usual (now almost stumbling along), and overall, he gives the impression of a man about to fall asleep on his feet. If he was bad last week, tonight he has managed to surpass that by quite a bit. He seems to be mumbling under his breath to himself, perhaps about the Fallen Heroes battle royal, since that seems to be his only concern as of late. He rounds the corner, nearly crashing into the wall. The sad part of it all is, while it’s obvious that he is completely worn out and in no state to compete at all, he seems to believe he’s fine. He, in fact, seems to believe that he is being helped. It seems that his dedication has worked against him, however.
He continues walking, when suddenly he collides with somebody. As the camera pans out to show the Senator, Steve Phillips, the fans begin to cheer. Freeman glares at Senator before speaking.
Freeman: OUT OF MY WAY OLD MAN! How dare you walk into Jason Freeman! I’M GOING TO WIN FALLEN HEROES, YOU HEAR? YOU DOUBT ME BUT I WILL!You’re picking a fight with the WRONG MAN, PHILLIPS!
He is so clearly irrational, that even the Senator seems taken aback. Surely this is not the Jason Freeman he had been as little as a month ago.
Senator: News to me, I was merely headed down towards Dwight's Gym, when you decided to accost me...
Freeman: ENOUGH! OUT OF MY WAY!
And Freeman walks forward, actually bumping into Senator a second time, although this time Senator is just standing still. Senator gives Freeman a strange look, obviously not realizing until now the extent of how far gone Freeman really was.
Senator: Wait, wait, wait, and if you would permit, I have one question. When was the last time you got more than an hour of sleep?
Freeman: I…I…three nights ago not that it’s any of YOUR concern, Phillips! Now as I said, GET out of my way!
And he begins muttering to himself again, and again walks forward…again walking into Senator, and now Senator seems to be getting annoyed.
Senator: Pull yourself together! You hardly look like a top level opponent in this condition! Look, I really should not be giving the competiton any advice, but I fear for your health. Get some rest, prepare yourself mentally as well as physically, because at this moment in time, you are lacking in both categories...
Freeman: Easy for you to say Phillips….EASY FOR YOU TO SAY! Just because I’m dedicated to winning this match...quite clearly you don’t understand what it TAKES to win a battle royal. SACIRIFICES MUST BE MADE.
Senator: Seeing that I won this particular match in the past, and hold practically every relevant record related to it, I would say that I do indeed know what it takes to win a battle royal.
Freeman: SHUT UP! How dare you…how dare you call me a fool. I have done nothing this month but prepare, and that’s because I AM GOING TO WIN. You have never, and never WILL be able to do what I’ve done this month. NEVER. I’m sorry if you just can’t APPRECIATE hard work.
His sentences at least seem to make a bit more sense now, but his tone of voice is sporadic and wild. He seems constantly on edge, yelling most of what he says. And he still fails to see the error in his ways.
Senator: Are you even comprehending a single word I say? Come back here when I talk to you, whelp!
Freeman just glares at the Senator and walks forward again, and this time Senator sidesteps, allowing Freeman to pass (most likely preventing another collision. As Senator watches Freeman continue to make his way down the hallway, he shakes his head.
Senator: This is pathetic. Simply pathetic.
Freeman turns his head, and glares back.
Freeman: WHAT DID YOU SAY?
Senator: I cannot condone this. I cannot allow you to degenerate into a total joke. If nothing else, I want it to mean something when I win this match. But in any case, it is best for your chances if you pay attention to my words. Your odds of victory are practically nil if you do not.
Freeman: NO! I HAD no chance...just look at all my LOSSES as of late. I did what I had to do to GET a chance, and NOW I HAVE ONE!
Senator: I recruited you for my Stable for a reason, believe it or not! You have the talent to accomplish great things inside that ring. Heck, you hold a pinfall victory over yours truly! But if you continue down this path, breaking yourself down further and further...every time I see you around here, you seem to be worse off than the last. If you just take a rest, your muscles will repair themselves, your brain will settle itself out, all that hard work will be worth it. But if you do not, you will see that overtraining is even worse than undertraining.
Strangely, Freeman actually seems to be listening now…his eyes are glazed over, as if he is deep in thought…but he seems to be hearing Senator’s words. Can somebody actually be getting through to him? The expression on Freeman’s face is slowly changing…
Senator: So you hit a rough patch in your career, and lost a couple of matches. It happens to everybody, and it has happened to myself on many an occasion. Unfortunately, it seems that you were unable to accept that fact of life. You deprived your body of sleep and rest, and you could have done permanent damage to yourself with an undeniably reckless regimin of workouts. Mr Freeman, you may not think so at this time, but what you have done is borderline insane, I mean, almost Fallen Souls crazy. Calm down, pull yourself together, and you will be back on the right path.
And Freeman’s eyes spark. The thought that he had peaked, and that he was now slipping, had been in his head for weeks. He tried to deny it, but he couldn’t help but thinking he was on a downward spiral that would not have stopped. Despite what Senator says to the contrary, the thought still lingers in Freeman's mind.
Senator: It seems that as infuriating as it may be, you are a man that thrives off of self-confidence. Sadly enough, you seem to have lost that. If I must return it to you, then so be it, although I assume I shall certainly live to regret this. Who, however, forced Dan White, one of the most resilient superstars on the roster, to utter those oh-so-elusive words “I Quit?”
Freeman’s eyes are still spaced out, but he clearly is listening to every word being said. He finally responds, sounding determined, yet zoned out.
Freeman: I did…
Senator: And did you not also defeat Thunderkiss? And Train?
Freeman: I beat both of them…
Senator: As I have said, you are a talented in-ring competitor, and you are only getting better. You should need no proof of that however. I defeated you this month, but look at what happened the first two times we were opponents.
Freeman: I pinned your ass…right in the middle of the ring.
For the first time…shades of himself before his training shines through. His eyes are no longer zoned out, and he sounds different…as if he was in a trance that has been broken. Now his eyes burn with intensity. Senator resists the urge to get annoyed at Freeman’s statement. He doesn’t want to Freeman throw his career away, and if he has to go through this to stop that from happening, then so be it.
Senator: You have a bright future ahead of you if you do not drive yourself crazy. Your career will have ups and downs, and that is guaranteed. You can take the word of a veteran when I say that if you do not learn how to take the losses, then you should give up now. And if you really want to win Fallen Heroes, then I suggest you go home, and get some rest, just as I keep recommending.
Freeman looks at him…and then looks down, deep in thought. He doesn’t seem to know what to say. But then he looks up, and he glares at Senator.
Freeman: Look, I DON’T remember asking you, now did I? Thanks for your “advice”, Phillips, but if I wanted to hear it then I would have requested it. See you at Fallen Heroes.
And with that he turns, and storms away. But the Senator smirks to himself. Freeman could try to deny it all he wanted, but Phillips could tell that something was different. His words had gotten through, even if Freeman refused to let him see that. He had faith that Freeman would do what he had to now...now whether this faith was misplaced or not will be a matter for debate as the week continues.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 20, 2009 16:26:16 GMT -5
Our Father.... By Dave Shadow As we cut TO THE BACK (~!), we find Charlotte King standing outside the Zero Tolerance dressing room, her arms folded and looking rather impatient. She leans back against the wall, waiting for someone. Her patience runs out as she starts rapping violently on the door. She seems to be getting more and more annoyed until finally the door opens. Dave Shadow walks out, but he’s not in his usual wrestling gear. King’s mouth drops as she looks on at the man standing in front of her. It is not the black trousers or the black pants which scare her. It’s not even the fact his hair has been slicked back and actually looks clean and respectable for a change.
It’s the white collar which now resides around his neck.
King: You’re...you’re dressed....you’re a priest? Dave puts his hands together and looks to the sky, praying.
Dave: Does this surprise you King? Surely you’ve noticed I am a very spiritual person. I am...kind of like Jesus in my own special way. I have a flock who I have sworn to lead. They may not always like the direction that we go in, and many of them will sin by conspiring against me. But we both do what we do out of love. And much as he is loved now, someday these people will thank me.King: Isn’t that just a little bit blasphemous? Dave: Maybe it is King. But that isn’t why you came here tonight, is it?King: No, I suppose....no, hang on, what the hell is this about? Dave: Listen, I told a friend I’d do him a favour, so I got registered as a minister, ok? TK was having trouble finding someone he could trust to do the job....King: He didn’t trust a real priest? Dave: .... and I want to be a part of my dear friend’s big day. Is that so horrible?King: But you....you’re not a real priest? Dave recoils in horror as if the words have struck deep into his soul. He reaches into his pocket and takes out a folded up piece of paper. Opening it out, he shows it to the camera...King: Oh come on... Dave: Yeap. It’s official. You know, I could marry me and you right now, if you wanted.King: I don’t think so. Dave: Really? Cause by the power invested in me...King: Don’t you dare finish that sentence or Dan White will be the least of your worries. Dave lets out a sly little laugh as he leans against the frame of the door. King recomposes herself, as she tries to continue the interview.
King: Right, well let’s talk about some real things, shall we? Still happy with yourself after last week’s match? Dave: Of course! I managed to beat four other ACW legends. Who wouldn’t be happy with that achievement? And how can anyone not take me seriously in the Fallen Heroes match, huh? Dave Shadow is going to Omega Effect and there’s nothing that anyone can do about it.King: Well, you’re climbing back into the ring with several of those legends again tonight. First of all, are there any hard feelings between you and Thunderkiss? Dave: None and all King. My partner realises that its survival of the fittest and we’ve talked. We’re better than ever and we both know that provided one of us walks out of Fallen Heroes with the title shot, then the World title is coming to Zero Tolerance.King: And what about your opponents here tonight? Dave: What about them? You know, tonight we’re in Cardiff, Whales. I’ve always wanted to visit Cardiff. It’s produced so many good things. Doctor Who. Love that show. Charlotte Church.....ok, maybe not. And, um.....Ok, so Cardiff has produced one good thing. So I guess tonight, I’ll have to help them out. I guess I’ll have to give these people something that they can say they were a part of. Tonight, I will continue on my quest to become an ACW legend, when I manage to pick up a win over three of its biggest superstars. Jake Steele. Hollywood Mach. And Dan White. Three more names to add to the list of men fallen at the feet of this crusade. Tonight, three men. And come the pay per view....29 more join them. Now King....Dave pushes himself off from against the wall and backs into his dressing room.
Dave: ...I’ve got a ceremony to prepare for.Dave slams the door in her face, leaving King standing in the hallway, as we...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 20, 2009 16:27:21 GMT -5
Match 4: Lee Homicide vs. Jonny Spade (Credit: Steele)
MATCH START: The bell rings and these two now familiar opponents lock up. Spade gets the early advantage and wrenches Lee’s wrist and arm around, as he drops a elbow right in the middle of his limb, quickly followed up with a second elbow of the same nature. Spade yanks the arm of Lee, and irish whips him into the ropes, dropping the Road Steeler with a dropkick head-on, applied directly to the forehead. Spade pins but barely gets a two count as Lee is quick to show he is far from out of the game. Spade lifts Lee up, and wraps his arm around the back of Lee’s neck, lifting him up into the air for a Vertical Suplex which lands, Spade covers again and gets a two count. Spade applies the Spider’s Web, letting the Boston Crab sink into the back of Homicide’s back. Lee reaches around trying to possibly knock Spade off, but he quickly realizes he couldn’t reach him, so he goes for the ropes. He uses his strength to pull against Spade, and eventually it grabs it, the ref making Spade break the hold as Lee takes a breath to himself.
MATCH MIDDLE: Spade has gotten the Boston Crab back onto the body of Lee, causing him to have to reach back for the ropes, but Spade has intentions on making him tap this time around. Lee lays on his gut in tremendous pain, Spade pulling back and telling the ref to “ASK HIM!”. And he does, Lee yelling back and showing that he isn’t going to give up. He pulls up on the move, trying his best to get the bigger Spade off of him. Lee eventually rolls under and out of the move and traps Spade in a small package, a pop throughout the crowd is heard as the ref counts it, it being a 2.8 count. Lee feels the momentum shift towards him as he gets to his feet, Spade meets him, Lee kicking him in the gut before executing a beautiful Ace Crusher! Spade hops up and staggers back from it, staggering as he tries to balance in a upright position.
MATCH ENDING: Lee sits on the mat for a brief moment and sees this, as he jumps to his feet and kicks Spade in the gut, before twisting him around and hitting the Shattered Halo! Lee takes the Shattered Halo and turns it into the Pan’s Labyrinth! Lee wrings Spade’s neck, who tries to wildly break from it, but it’s academic from this point here on out, as Spade is forced to tap, making Lee the victor.
Winner: Lee Homicide.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 20, 2009 16:28:06 GMT -5
The Master Negotiator The Reprobate The camera comes back live to the ACW Arena in Cardiff, Wales as the theme plays. The camera pans the audience and then moves on to the announce table.Maxwell McNally: Fans, we have none other than Kevin "The Internet" Anderson standing at ringside, go ahead, Kevin. The camera fades to Kevin Anderson, who stands by the railing in the front row.Kevin "The Internet" Anderson: Thanks, Max. Last week I had the... "pleasure" of interviewing a certain... interesting individual. I interviewed a man who crashed the party so to speak, The Reprobate. The camera moves to the side as the crowd boos at the mention of Rep's name, to reveal Rep sitting in the front row. When they see him in person, they boo even louder. Kevin looks confused as to how he is going to hornswoggle this strange solo segment in to an interview session with the reluctant other participant. He attempts to get things going by speaking to him by name.Kevin "The Internet" Anderson: Reprobate, you are a former GWF wrestler. I've studied your work in GWF over the weekend. You won various titles and had a lengthy top title reign on the Sunday TV show. Also on that show was the man that you had take out Rodney Badger and Jin. You brought Stan Vishis here to ACW with you last week on Meltdown and had him attack our wrestlers! Now that GWF is closed, you've informed us that Stan Vishis was given a contract, but you weren't. Are you using Stan Vishis to get in to ACW? Rep stays seated and reaches out to Kevin. He pulls his arm with the microphone over so he can speak.Rep: It is none of your business, what I do in private, Anderson. If I hired Stan Vishis to clear the ring for me... if I hired Somalian pirates to hold hostages for a ransom... or if I concocted the Conficker computer virus. What I do in private is nobody's business but mine. The people running ACW refuse to give me a contract, they refuse to give me a meeting to negotiate a contract. I have to buy a ticket to get in to the building. Kevin "The Internet" Anderson: Yes, I was going to ask you why you were sitting in the crowd. You really had to buy a ticket to get in to the building tonight? Rep reaches in to his pocket and takes an arena ticket stub out and holds it up to the camera. Kevin laughs, but quickly ceases the laughter as Rep gives him a cold stare.Kevin "The Internet" Anderson: HAHAHAHA! I'm sorry. But please, Rep. Tell us! Are you using Stan's getting a contract for your benefit? Are you using the fact that he is allowed in the building so you can get a job too? You aren't new to ACW, Rep. You were here in ACW right before the summer of 2008, almost a year ago. But then you immediately left! You caused so many problems backstage that you were blacklisted from ever being contracted here again. Does it really come as a surprise to you that you weren't allowed back? Rep: It is sickening to me that human beings, after all of our years on earth, still have primitive urges, like holding grudges. Two can play at that game, Kevin Anderson. If they refuse to give me a contract, I will take it out on them like a child. I will continue to hassle them until I get what I want. Kevin "The Internet" Anderson: Sounds like it'll suuure be a fun time working here through all of that. By the way, where is your manager? What was her name, and why isn't she with you now? Didn't wanna spring for a second front row ticket? Kevin again laughs at his joke, but then fearfully stops when Rep deadpans him, and gets to his feet.Rep: Christina Hernandez isn't just a valet. She is my power of attorney, and she is negotiating with ACW's legal department to get me what I want. Kevin "The Internet" Anderson: Negotiating? As in... right now? What do you mean by "negotiating" too? Is she... you know? Rep: You need to learn to mind your own business, Anderson. The Caribbeanesque organs of "P.I.M.P. [Instrumental]" hit and both Kevin and Rep look to the stage area, as they have no idea what is going on. From the back comes the woman they were speaking about, her clothing drastically changed from last week. Instead of casual wear, she dons a female businessperson outfit, complete with an extra short skirt and thick rim black glasses, with her hair pulled back. However, she still has the small nose ring stud on. She holds a clipboard as she walks to the ring. She walks past the ring and then over to Kevin and Rep, who have nothing to do but watch. She finally makes it over.Kevin "The Internet" Anderson: So this is your attorney, huh? Amazing what this country has come to. I assume that's the contract in your hands? Christina: Yes! THIS is the contract is is going to start a new career for my client... The Reprobate! Kevin "The Internet" Anderson: Rep... that isn't her normal speaking voice... why is she talking like that? Rep rolls his eyes.Rep: Kayfabe. Look... give me the contract. Christina smiles at Kevin sarcastically and he seems to be freaked out... but totally turned on at the same time. She hands the clipboard to Rep and Kevin tries to sneak a peak. Rep turns it away from Kevin as he reads the terms.Kevin "The Internet" Anderson: So, Rep... what do you think? It's been three weeks in ACW and you finally have gotten your contract! After you sign it, are you going to debut in-ring this we- Rep grabs Kevin's hand and moves the mic to his face.Rep: After I sign it? Christina... this is good. But it isn't good enough. Christina's mouth drops in disbelief as Rep tears the contract up and then crumples it up. He finishes the barrage of disrespect by throwing it on the ground. Christina bends over to pick up one of the shredded papers and looks down on it with a face of overreacting sadness. Kevin tried to sneak a peak under her dress as she bent over. Rep grabs the mic again.Rep: This Thursday, I'm bringing in my own lawyer, and we're going to try this again. I will not agree to a contract until it meets my specifications and needs. Get out of here, Anderson. Kevin "The Internet" Anderson: So that's it!? She worked over the weekend for nothing? What a jerk. What do you mean you won't sign a contract yet? You beg for a contract and then when ACW is finally interested in you, you tear it up. A class act! What a guy. NEXT WEEK, HE SAYS! Kevin turns his microphone off and walks away in disgust as Rep picks Christina up over the railing. He sits down and she sits on his lap as there are no free seats left. The camera moves on to the next segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 20, 2009 16:28:39 GMT -5
Segment: THE TRAILER! (Credit: Train/Mainer - You probably just WTF'd right now) SATURDAY, APRIL 25TH, 2009...
TWO MEN...
WILL RISK IT ALL...
HADOUKEN!
HADOUKEN! Cut to some weird Temple place with Train fighting some evil Ninjas. He throws a Hadouken at one of them then turns around and Shoryuken's another one. He begins running up some steps in order to read a pedestal on top. However, he is tripped up by someone.Thunder Train: MAINER! HELP ME!Danny Mainer turns around after he fights some ninjas. He runs over and Hadoukens the man over Train. The person goes flying back and hits a gong. Mainer goes to help Train up when a huge gaping hole opens in his back. Out comes the Red and Blue unicorns from Charlie the Unicorn.Blue: DANNY! WE NEED TO GET THE AMULET! Red: YES! OR ELSE THE WORLD WILL BE FULL OF HAMSTER EATING LEPRECHAUNS! Blue: OH NOOOOOOOOO! Danny Mainer: It's alright guys, I can almost get the amulet.Thunder Train: WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE THINGS JOTTING FROM MY BACK? GET THEM OFF! GET THEM OFF! GO GET THE FUCKING AMULET!Danny Mainer: I WANNA FUCK YOU LIKE AN ANIMAL! I WANNA FEEL YOU FROM THE INSIDE!Thunder Train: THAT REMINDS ME! I'M HUNGRY!Suddenly, C. Viper appears and does her Seismic Hammer, knocking all four nouns down. She steps over to Train and then kicks his head. Train falls down the steps.Danny Mainer: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!DUN DUN!
DUN DUN!
DUN DUN!
DREAMS DO COME TRUE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 20, 2009 16:29:11 GMT -5
Segment: The enemy of my enemy is also my friend. (Credit: XS3/TK/Shadow)
We fade into the back where Double Deuce, Thunderkiss and Dave Shadow, prepare themselves for the main event coming later. Thunderkiss has finished lacing up his boots while Shadow throws some quick punches in midair, picturing each punch to connect with the face of Dan White. Shadow turns to his partner and smiles with confidence.
Dave: All set for the big match tonight? You know, we've got a big chance to deal with some major nusiances here. You finally get your hands on that Macho chump, and I get to shut Dan White up once and for all. I've been waiting for this chance for quite a while now.
Thunderkiss: If there ever were a list of names that need to be shown Zero Tolerance that would surely be it, but you left one name off of it and an important one at that ...
Dave: Yeah? Who?
Thunderkiss: Irvine. Keep your head on a swivel tonight, Shadow. I wouldn’t trust that little fucker as far as I could throw him.
As soon as Thunderkiss lets the insult roll off of his tongue, XS3 himself slowly creeps into the camera's view. Shadow looks on in disbelief but Thunderkiss is oblivious to all of this.
Thunderkiss: Who am I to question Ginger but I have yet to figure out the logic behind this. Why are we being put into a match with this loser? Talk about a third wheel. Not only that, I hate the way he looks at me. You can just see the contempt towards me in his eyes. The man is insanely jealous of me, ya’ know? Always has been; always will be.
Dave: Uh...TK...
Thunderkiss: Ever since we road the highways together as the Entourage, I could see it. Every time I looked up in my rear view mirror I saw those little beady eyes staring back at me, burning a hole through my soul. All because I was a household name while he couldn’t even sell out a house show.
Dave: No, seriously. TK.
Thunderkiss *laughing*: But let me tell you something, brother, I kept his sorry ass around for one reason and one reason only: Christine. That cumdumpster may been the queen slut of ACW, but she sure is easy on the eyes. I mean, what guy doesn’t appreciate a big-rack?
XS3: Nice to know things never change.
The sound of XS3's voice rings through Thunderkiss' ears and the Worldbreaker sighs, knowing that he has to come face-to-face with someone he used to *shudder* team with. Thunderkiss slowly turns around and spots XS3 in his ring gear and a small look of bemusement on his face.
Thunderkiss: Thundersense, tingling! So tell me, Irvine, they say once you go black, you never go back. Is that true?! Hahahahahahah!
Thunderkiss softly elbows Shadow in the ribs and gets him to join in with a small hint of laughter. XS3 looks on, less than impressed, before bringing his hand up to his upper lip and pushing it inwards, curling it and making his teeth stick out. XS3 slaps his knees and puts on a faux redneck voice.
XS3: UHHH HYUK HYUK HYUK HYUK! YOU SHURE ARE A RYE-UHT! HYUK HYUK HYUK!
XS3 licks his lips and returns his mouth to normal before seeing Thunderkiss give him a look that said "My joke was funnier." XS3 jabs Thunderkiss in the chest with his finger and gets a more serious look on his face.
XS3: Let's get one thing straight, asshole. I never asked you to be my partner and I sure as hell don't want to have anymore contact with your steroid-injected body after tonight. But, you see, there's an old mantra that I had spoke of a few years ago and it still rings true to me: "The enemy of my enemy is also my friend." So even though I'd rather slide down a slide of razors into a tub full of iodine than team with you, we've got a common goal to complete tonight and that is to make sure that Jake, Mach and Dan are begging for mercy at the hands of their respective opponents. Now I'm not asking you to have my back but I am wanting to know: Can I count on you two to just let me take care of Jake?
Thunderkiss: Fuck you. If it gets in my way, I take it out. That includes Hollywood, White AND Jake Steele. You may think you are ACW’s White Knight all of a sudden but there is only one prince of ACW, and you’re looking at him. Before you ask, yes, I am entitled to everything because I’m part of the bloodline now, bitch.
Dave: What TK said. I can sympathise that you want Jake. But news flash dude. What do you think a win over the World Champ would do for me or Kiss here? That, to borrow one of my old sayings, would be sweet! So do us a favour. When we go out there tonight, you stand on the apron and you let us do what we do best. And come Fallen Heroes, you can have whats left of Jake.
XS3: Fine then. Have your cake and eat it too.
XS3 turns on his heels and heads towards the door.
XS3: Well, I'll see you guys out there.
Thunderkiss: Hold up, Irvine.
XS3 stops in his tracks and turns around on the spot to face a man that has been his greatest rival for the course of two years.
Thunderkiss: Where's that hello Ginger asked you to give me last week?
XS3: Ohhh. Right. My bad. Here you go.
XS3 brings his hand up with his palm facing Thunderkiss and lowers every finger but the big middle. XS3 waves the hello bird towards the Kiss Army Generalissimo then turns his hand the other way to effectively flip him off. With a quick slam of the door, XS3 is off to prepare for tonight's main event. Thunderkiss scoffs and turns back to Shadow, who shares the same reaction as his partner.
Thunderkiss: That was his way of telling me I am number one, you know.
Dave: Oh yeah. It's obvious he's a big fan....
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 20, 2009 16:30:14 GMT -5
Segment: More Than Just A Talk Credit: Steele
This scene opens up minutes before the monstrous Main Event tonight. Inside of the Road Steelers locker room, we find Christine Irvine sitting in the locker room, all by her lonesome as the rest of Demon Inc. and the Road Steelers are off doing other things. She seems to be reading some magazine, her legs crossed and her mind wandering across the pages. She flips the page over, and reads on, until in walks the World / Tag Team Champion; Jake Steele. He almost seems lost in his own luxurious locker room, as he walks in and only sees Christine, looking as if he expected someone else. She takes her eyes off the page and greets her long time friend, with a smile on her face.
Christine: Hey Jake, what’s up?
Steele: I was about to go out for my match, I just needed to grab my titles… and Misono. You seen her?
Christine: Actually, she left out. I think she said something about going to talk with her sister. That was a few minutes ago, she should be back in no time.
Steele: Damn… well let me grab my shit, I’m sure I’ll find her.
Steele scoops his titles u from the bench next to Christine, locking his World Title around his waist, and throwing the Tag Title over his shoulder. He turns to head out, almost out the door when Christine begins to notice something in Steele’s eyes. She folds her magazine up, and calls out for him to stop. He turns to her, and she asks what’s on his mind.
Christine: Jake, hold on a minute, you look worried. Is there something on your mind?
Steele: Me? Uh, nah, I’m good.
Christine: Come on now, I know you Jake, we’ve had our talks before. Sit down, tell me what’s on your mind.
Steele: Christine, I’m serious. I’m good. I just need to find Misono.
Christine: No, no, I think it’s more than that. Come, sit.
Steele gives off a look of reluctance, but he obliges anyway and heads back over to the bench. He sits down on it, and Christine makes a seat close to him and looks over to him who has his head turned away from her, as if he’s not trying to really look at her.
Christine: You’re not having any second thoughts on the plan, are you?
Steele: Hell nah! I’m all for dat. You don’t have to worry about dat. It’s just… I’ve been thinkin’.
Christine: About?
Steele: You.
Christine raises a eyebrow, before letting out a soft laugh and gently rubbing Steele’s back. He keeps his head down towards the floor as she reassures that all is well with her.
Christine: Oh, don’t you worry about me. I have all of Demon Inc. watching my back incase Matt wants to try and get to me. I’m fine.
Steele raises his head up and looks over to Christine, a certain gleam in his eye as she looks back at him with a friendly smile over her face. What she hears next though is sure to be interesting.
Steele: I didn’t mean it… like dat.
Christine: …W-what?
Without second notice, or any warning whatsoever, Steele wraps his hand around the hair and the back of Christine’s neck. Her eyes widen, fully opened up now as Steele locks lips with Mrs. Irvine, planting a big juicy wet one, Christine letting it happen for a couple seconds before pushing him off in shock. She stands up and backs away from Steele, in disbelief of what he just tried. She responds in confusion and some anger growing in her voice.
Christine: Jake! What are you doing? I can’t do this with you… it’s not right!
Steele stands up and in his eyes you can see the fire brewing inside of him. Yet instead of doing something that is against his morals, he composes himself and questions why she is reluctant to give in to what he feels is right.
Steele: Why not, huh? Matt is gone, together we’ve decided to destroy him. And you’re gonna need someone to watch you… after.
Christine: Jake, I’m sorry. But I won’t do this…
Misono: Do what? What did I miss?
Both Steele and Christine shoot their eyes over to the door, as she stands in the door, apparently back from her trip. She seems wondrous to what is going on, both Christine and Steele quick to give their own answers.
Christine: You didn’t miss…
Steele: Misono, I was lookin’ for you girl! Where you been? We got a match comin’ up, and I need you to be there as my good luck charm, come on…
Steele grabs Misono by the hand and speeds his walk up as they head out of the locker room, Misono quickly looking back at Christine who has turned away from them and to the locker. Christine wipes the taste of Steele from her lips, and she breathes deep, not believing what just happened. A tear streams down her face, and she sits down onto the bench, letting her tears soak her palms as one single kiss has seemingly set her with a decision. But exactly what that decision is… is up to her.
Fade
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 20, 2009 16:30:37 GMT -5
Segment: Day of Reckoning. (Credit: Train)
Gourmet Race Metal Mix plays over the arena and the crowd stands on their feet. Train walks out and makes a B-line to the ring. He has a folder with him and his International Championship with him as well. He pretty much ignores the fans and gets into the ring. He grabs a microphone and begins talking.
Thunder Train: Gingerdude! We need to talk, right now! So get your ass out here.
Silence
Thunder Train: Fine, it's your choice Gingerdude. I got this folder with me and inside there are some things that you would find very interesting. You see ladies and gentlemen, not so long ago I accused Gingerdude of kidnapping my sister. He denied it of course and I couldn't get any for sure evidence. Then I obtained this. I would like to read some of it to you--
Gingerdude's Theme plays and out walks the chairman. He goes down to the ring and has a worried look on his face. Shortly after he gets to the ring, security runs down and surrounds the ring.
Gingerdude: Train, Train, that document is a personal file that you STOLE from my office back on ACW Island. I demand you give it back to me now or else you will have to be taken from the premises by these men.
Thunder Train: I'm not going anywhere until you tell me where my sister is.
Gingerdude: Come on now Train, give it back.
Thunder Train: I don't think so. Now I'm just gonna read this little part here.
Train opens up the folder and grabs a piece of paper from inside. He throws the folder down and begins reading.
Thunder Train: Ahem. "Everything is going according to plan. I have taken Thunder Thighs with the help of--" Its smudged a bit so the names aren't clear. Anyway, "And now Train will have to give up his championship in order to get her back. Soon I will be rid of Train and I won't have to put up with his destructive behavior anymore" Signed, GINGADOOD.
Gingerdude backs up a bit and you can see some sweat starting to form on his brow. He swallows then holds the microphone back up to his mouth.
Gingerdude: You know what Train....fine...I DID DO IT! I TOOK YOUR SISTER! I'M THE ONE THAT WANTS YOU OUT!
Thunder Train: WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?
Gingerdude: BECAUSE TRAIN! You are too much of a hazard to this company. You take out defenseless people, you eat everything, you destroy the ACW property. Enough is enough! I hoped that your sister being gone would throw off your mind and make you quit. At first I didn't believe what Jay said about you. I couldn't believe that someone like you would attack Craig for no reason but to benefit yourself. I didn't think you were that selfish Train. But then I woke up in the middle of the night and I saw that you were all those things.
Thunder Train: You are crazy Gingerdude....so help me I'll kill you!
Train moves closer to Gingerdude and the security guards get into the ring. They block off Train from reaching Gingerdude and back him up.
Gingerdude: You know what Train, I told you that I was gonna make you defend your title at Fallen Heroes and I am.
Thunder Train: Oh boy, who am I facing now?
Gingerdude: You are going to face 29 other men for that championship.
The crowd sorta WTFs and Train gets a puzzled look on his face as well.
Thunder Train: What the hell does that mean?
Gingerdude: When you enter the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal, it will become a championship match. Your International Title will be on the line and whoever eliminates you will become the champion.
The crowd boos and Train tries to break through the security to get to Gingerdude.
Thunder Train: HE CAN'T BE DOING THAT!
Gingerdude: What's wrong Train? Don't think you can win Fallen Heroes?
Thunder Train: That's bullshit Gingerdude! I can be fluke eliminated and still lose this? I'm not doing that.
Gingerdude: I'll make a deal with you Train. If you can win, I'll tell you where your sister is. But once you lose that championship, you are gone. Understand?
Thunder Train: Fine Gingerdude. I'll play your little game. But rest assured that WHEN I win Fallen Heroes and get my sister back, you are going to be hurt. Very badly...Understand that?
Gingerdude: Making threats eh? Security! Arrest this man!
The crowd boos again as Train is handcuffed by the security guards. Train just shakes his head and follows without any resistance. He gets helped out of the ring and the 10+ security guards pull him to the back. Gingerdude stands in the ring staring at Train and waving his hand mouthing a "Goodbye"
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 20, 2009 16:31:05 GMT -5
Main Event Mafia Dan White, Jake Steele, Hollywood Mach The camera fades in to the backstage area. We have a blockbuster main event for tonight, a Main Event which will pit four of the hot contenders for the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale, along with two men who have bent over backwards to attempt to become the favourite going into Saturday's World Heavyweight Title match. A 6-man tag team match that has the marketability to sell out any Pay Per View, let alone earn a ratings boost.
And so, the camera fades in. There's a large pop for Jake Steele, as he's shown on camera; conversely, there's a lot of jeers as we pan along, and Hollywood Mach is stood, arms folded.Steele: Aight Mach, all shit aside brah, tonight what we need is a gameplan.Hollywood Mach: Gameplan? Oh brudah, the Mach doesn't need a gameplan to handle those three jabronis!Steele: ...Like I was sayin'.Steele reaches into his back pocket, and pulls out three wallet sized pictures, sticking them all up on the wall near both of them. Of course, the three pictures are Thunderkiss, Dave Shadow, and XS3. First, Steele points to Thunderkiss' picture.Steele: Aight, so first is --Hollywood Mach: Wait a second... why do you have pictures of those three in your pocket?Steele: I always come prepared Mach... Anyway, first is Kiss' bitch ass. We both know how he works, and I'm sure Dan does too. All three of us can easily take him out first, which brings me to our second target.Steele points to the picture of XS3 with disgust.Steele: Actually, you don't worry about him, I got dat handled. Let's move on.Steele finally points to the picture of Dave Shadow.Steele: Okay... so, uhh... anything?Hollywood Mach: I barely know the brudah. Besides a few run ins here and there.Steele: Well, I mean, fuck. Isn't he like Australian or somethin'?Hollywood Mach: Nah brudah, I think he's Irish.Steele: Man... we just gonna let Dan handle...There's suddenly a pause in the conversation, as both team mates look to their left. The camera pans along, and there's a monumental pop as the homegrown star, Dan White, stands in his wrestling gear, stretching his arm across his chest. He has a very solemn look on his face, as he scans his two tag partners.Dan White: Now then, let's cut to the chase. No small talk here, right? We all dislike each other. That is true, right? He looks at the duo and although they look as though they want to argue, they know that Dan's right, and nod their heads approvingly.Dan White: And we'd rather each other were incapacitated or something of the sorts, right? Again, another nod of approval.Dan White: Well tonight, I say that when that bell rings, we hold no grudges, yeah? It doesn't matter who gets the pinfall, it doesn't matter who is pinned. We go out there, we fight in front of that crowd, in front of my people, and we get the job done. Agreed? Steele: Well you know I'm down for that dawg.Hollywood Mach: Yeah brudah. When that bell rings we're a team!Dan nods his head and smiles a little. But there's suddenly an aura of awkwardness around the room, between the trio.Steele: But as soon as dat second bell rings, believe dat da team shit is deaded. And I'm warning you both right now, if either of you two get in da way of XS3 after dis match is over, then you gonna be seein' a knee fly in yo face, dig?There's a pop for Steele's confidence, but the other two don't look startled at all.Dan White: Go for it. I'll be after that Irish dick Dave Shadow, if you ask me. Hollywood: And I'm after Thunderkiss! You two better not get in his way, especially not you, Dan!The attention turns back to Dan; he promised revenge on Thunderkiss, but so far, he's been biding his time.Dan White: You don't have to worry, Mach. I'm out of your way... He gives him a smirk, before making his exit off camera. Mach and Steele turn to each other, shrugging their shoulders.
Our main event is next!
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 20, 2009 16:31:37 GMT -5
Match 5: Dan White, Jake Steele and Hollywood Mach vs. Thunderkiss, Dave Shadow and XS3 (Credit: Steele / AK)
We return to the ring just in time for the start of the main event. All the contenders have reached the ring, Dan White being last and taking longest on account of this being his home turf, and the crowd having seemingly endless energy to cheer him. Eventually RAF is able to bring things into a suitable condition for the match to commence, and it does so without delay.
As the bell rings, Steele and Dan retreat to their corners, as XS3 and Shadow go to theirs. The crowd pops as they know what this means; Hollywood Mach vs. Thunderkiss. Mach smiles with his chance to get his hands on Thunderkiss comes a few days earlier, Kiss smiles too moving towards Mach, as they meet in the center of the ring. It’s only fitting that two men with such power test each other’s will with a simple yet effective test of strength. They lock palms, and to not much surprise they are evenly matched. Only pushing each other forward for brief spurts, they come to a halt and break the lock. Mach and Kiss look to each other, and Kiss flexes, his Kiss Army going wild as he shows off his large muscles. Mach wags his finger, and shows him how it’s done; flexing but receiving large amounts of boos, with audible howls from the females in the crowd. Kiss sees the similarities in build and calls for another test, Mach not hesitating to join up, locking a palm before getting tricked as Kiss pokes Mach in the eye!
Mach holds onto his eye as Kiss laughs, before Kiss grabs Mach by the back of his head spinning him around as he head butts him to high heaven. Mach is taken back, but Kiss isn’t done with him at all, grabbing him by the head and throwing him into the corner, following up with some punches to the skull of Hollywood Mach. After a few shots, Mach reverses and places Kiss in the corner, laying into his chest with chops which would make any normal man’s chest beet red. But Thunderkiss isn’t any normal man, as many people know. He takes the numerous chops in stride, clutching the ropes to release some of the pain, before he pushes Mach back, punching him towards the center of the ring before he irish whips him across the ropes and scoops up the large Hollywood Mach up with a Bearhug.
Maxwell McNally: Look at the strength of Thunderkiss as he locks in the Bearhug on the just as massive of a man, Hollywood Mach!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Mach looks like he’s slipping… Kiss has that grip in pretty tight.
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