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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 30, 2009 15:39:49 GMT -5
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Match 1: Stan Vishis Vs. Jin
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Match 2: VorteX Vs. Gary
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Match 3: Thunderkiss vs. Chris Phenomenal
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Match 4: Jack Jefferson vs. Grizzly Bear
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Match 5: The Road Steelers V3 vs. Jonny Spade and Mystery Partner - ACW Tag Team Championships
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 30, 2009 15:40:04 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Setting The Stage Credit: Jake Steele/Hollywood Mach The pyro for Thursday Night Meltdown streams off into the air as Lisbon, Portugal erupt into cheers, the camera spanning through the 20,000 strong in the crowd who throw up their signs and shout out random words to get noticed on TV. It’s been five days removed since the extravagant Fallen Heroes PPV, and for those who caught the show and even those who read results online, they have to be awaiting to see the aftermath of such events that occurred. Thunderkiss’ first words since becoming the No.1 Contender for the World Championship match at Omega Effect V. XS3 words since his loss against Steele, and Jake Steele’s thoughts about what happened with him and The Senator.
For the latter, those who wants to know won’t be waiting long. “Ain’t I” by Jay-Z strikes through the PA System and to an mass eruption of approval, Jake Steele and Misono Matheson step out from behind the curtains as smoke billows up from the stage. Steele stops for a moment, as he takes a moment to look over into Misono’s eyes, pulling him to her and laying a kiss onto her lips. After a few moments, they release their passionate lock, Misono showing off a beaming smile as Steele cocks his shoulders up and they continue to walk down the ramp.
Steele slides his championships into the ring, before he does the same. Steele sits on the second rope and holds it open, as Misono steps up on the apron and enters through the bottom. Steele watches her walk into the ring, as he lifts his championships up and goes to the center of the ring, raising them both up to another loud pop. He leaves his titles in the air for almost two minutes, turning to each side of the crowd, letting each and every person see his success. And they approve of it all. Steele finally lowers the titles and he is handed a microphone from Misono without even asking. He goes to raise the titles to his mouth, but is he taken back by the resounding chants of his name, to which he replies with a “Thank You”. He stands and waits for the cheering and chanting to die down, it takes a while, but once it settles he now has a moment to speak. And speak he does.Steele: A few days ago, at Fallen Heroes I had my toughest title defense yet. I laid it all on da line against XS3. Demonjacks were spread around da ring, Misono and Christine watched on from ringside… and I won’t even lie about it, dude took me to my limits. He took everything I threw at him, and threw it back harder. I knocked him down, he knocked me down. He shadow stepped me, I hit him wit’ da Boomerang. It honestly seemed like we just couldn’t keep da other down for more than two seconds. We wrestled for over thirty minutes… and when it was all said and done I stood on my own two, title held high and still… World - Heavyweight - Champion!The crowd eats up Steele’s words, as he raises his World Title back into the air again with his head held back. He lowers it back, and continues with a familiar catchphrase.Steele: So let me ask you ACW, what I did to retain dis title at Fallen Heroes… is dat Unforgivable?Those in the Portugal crowd laugh at the use of XS3’s infamous catchphrase, as Steele smirks back, now removing his shades.Steele: Well I’ll tell you who it wouldn’t forgive me… Da Senator. You see, Senator proved me right. From day one, I knew how he really worked. I knew dat behind his façade, behind his campaigns, and behind his Senatorial desk there was a man who just couldn’t hang around ACW anymore without jealously. He began to grow jealous, as he watched younger, healthier men go out and outperform him. He began to grow jealous as men younger, and healthier than him won World Championships. And after months of watching this go on… his decided to show his true colors. And he decided dat he would show those colors to me. At Fallen Heroes.As the bell continues to sound off, Senator Phillips cannot bear to see his submission being used for evil in his eyes and he immediately urges Steele to let go. Steele finally lets go after about ten more seconds and accepts the ACW World Title from the guest referee.
XS3 remains on the canvas, not realizing what has occurred, as the camera glances up to see Phillips take the arm of Steele, and reluctantly raise it to the air, turning the champion around to face all four sides of the audience, presenting him to the fans. The Senator looks up at the ceiling, barely holding in his true feelings of the event, having fairly refereed an event that saw a worst case scenario finish in his eyes. Steele begins to move away, but the guest referee hold his arm up one more time…and then the unthinkable occurs.
Phillips spins on a dime, keeping Steele’s near arm in the air, while swinging his arm in an underhand motion, shooting a knife-hand into the throat of the ACW World Heavyweight Champion, connecting with the Deadline.
Steele collapses to his knees, clutching his throat in what should have been a moment of pure glory, gasping for the return of his breath. Before he can even comprehend the situation, Steele is met with a running Partisan Kick to the head, and the Senator stands over the champ, throwing kick after kick to the head, opening up a deep gash over the left eyebrow. Like a ravenous shark in the ocean, Phillips zeroes in on the cut, diving down and raining closed fist strikes, splattering blood over the front of his referee uniform, his fists, and the mat itself.
Having punched himself out, the Senator stands up, raising his arms in a quick victory pose, before wiping his bloody hands on the front of his referee shirt, before removing the garment, and tossing it over a shoulder. Phillips almost walks away, but has second thoughts, and returns to stand over Steele, Ali-style, yelling the words “you brought this upon yourself!” Steele watches the clip, his expression changed quickly since only a few moments ago. He hands his Tag Title to Misono, who puts it around her shoulder, giving her man more room to talk about what’s on his mind. Steele licks his lips and wipes his hand over the bandage he has placed on his forehead from the excessive bleeding he did at the hands of Steve Phillips this past week. He raises the mic back to his mouth, and goes on as everyone listens.Steele: Because of dat, I had to have over thirty stitches stapled in my forehead! Phillips wanted blood, and he got it. He got my blood over his “official” shirt, over his hands, and pouring down my face! He left me in the middle of da ring, and walked off like he did …nothing. Phillip’s jealously must have made him delusional and senile too, cause if he thought his ass was gettin’ easy dat night - he thought wrong!Steele: …But even with dat revenge, I’m far from done. As a matter of fact, I want Phillips to meet me in dis ring right now so we can settle dis like two grown men - mano-a-mano! Cause clearly you ain’t got anything to be afraid of now, right? So come on down Bob Barker, and let me show you how da young boys do it in A.C.W!Steele folds his arms and stands, waiting. Everyone in the crowd looks to the stage too, seeing if there will be a confrontation tonight between New School and Old School. At the moment, it doesn’t seem like it.Steele: What you waitin’ on huh? I know you back there, sittin’ behind ya desk, watchin’ dis on your small ass TV screen right now. You clearly want to break me down, and I’m right here daring you to try it. Please, Phillips, make my muthafuckin’ day and come on out! … You know what. If you won’t come, I’mma grab a chair from Phillip over here, and sit down in a middle of dis ring until you do. Phillip! Hand me a chair yo…Phillip sits up and a stagehand hands him a chair, who he then hands to Misono who hands it to Steele. Steele unfolds the chair square in the middle of the ring, and he sits down. His title rests comfortably over his shoulder and he looks out to the titantron. He wants to hear “Hail to the Chief”, but after a few moments it doesn’t seem like it’ll be playing. Steele sits intent, not moving an inch. He only moves to speak into the mic, goading Senator on some more.Steele: And don’t think I won’t sit here all night. Cause I got all da time in da world baby. Don’t make me put a hold on dis show Phillips! Bring yo pounk ass out!The crowd boos Hollywood Mach as he steps out from behind the curtain, to the surprise of Jake Steele. Before anyone can react, Mach holds his palm out to Steele and everyone else, his other hand holding a mic as he speaks into it, straight to the point.Hollywood Mach: You look surprised brud, did you expect The Senator to show his face? I think you did, but GUESS WHAT - THE MACH IS HERE INSTEAD! And I'm here to tell you that Senator ain't gettin' a piece of you before I do. Remember, I said if you walked out of Fallen Heroes with that strap still in your possession, I would be the next to get a shot. And HERE I AM BRUD, SO IT'S TIME FOR YOU DONKA DONKA YOUR ASS TO JEMIMA BOULEVARD AND GET READY FOR THE BIGGEST ASS WHOOPIN' OF YOUR LIFE!
BECAUSE I AM THE CREAM OF THE CROP, I AM THE FEATURE PRESENTATION, I AM A MEGASTAR AND IT'S TIME FOR ME TO RISE BACK TO THE TOP OF THAT MOUNTAIN! And that means at Spring into Hell, I want YOU in a title match! I know you'll accept because brud, you want these people to believe in you, you want these jabronis to believe YOUR the gem of ACW. BUT IT'S A WELL KNOWN FACT, THAT I AM THE LAST GEM OF THIS BUSINESS! AND I PLAN ON PROVING THAT ONCE YOU ACCEPT! ... So what you gonna do brud - when MACHOMANIA RUNS ALL OVER YOU!?After all of that said, Jake Steele stands up from his seat and rests his arms on the top rope, slightly leaning as he looks out at the stage. Mach means business, and judging by the half smirk on Steele’s face - he does too.Steele: You know what Mach, I’m really at my boilin’ point - I’m at my highest point with you right about now. For months you’ve been popping up at da worst times, with your stupid catchphrases and your whack ass crew, and you’ve been a pest! You think you a Hollywood MegaStar, you think you hot shit? Nah dawg, you like a little bug dat I keep crushin’ but just won’t… fuckin’ die! So you know what, as far as a World Title match at Spring into Hell goes - I ACCEPT! For da last time, it’s gonna be Jake Steele and “Hollywood” Macho Man RDK, one on one, and once I get done with you - I’m going to Omega Effect - I’M TALKIN’ ALL DA WAY TO DA TO-Mach stops him from using his famous phrase.Hollywood Mach: Woahwoahwoah - WOAH! You don’t steal my catchphrase, that’s MY catchphrase! I said, at Spring into Hell - I’M TALKIN’ ALL THE WAY TO THE TOP! OHHHH YEAHH!Steele: It don‘t even matter, Mach! Cause in three weeks, I‘m showin‘ you why I am da TRUTH! … You dig? They share a long stare, from the ring and the ramp. A rivalry, which has boiled slowly since December will now come to a head in no less than three weeks. Only one of these mega-egos and true competitors can walk out of Spring into Hell as the World Champion. Who will it be?
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 30, 2009 15:40:20 GMT -5
Just as the two of them get behind the curtain the music fades and as soon as it comes off another set of tunes hits and the fans begin to cheer once again…
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 30, 2009 15:42:09 GMT -5
“VICTORY LAP” Credit: Chris Phenomenal, Thunderkiss [THE MARCH TO OMEGA EFFECT V BEGINS RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW! The number one contender for the ACW World Title is all smiles as he struts his way down to the ring as sky blue, white and black streamers and confetti shower our crowd in celebration. When considering how low his spirts were when we last saw him, several in our audience have trouble believing his current demeanor to be honest. After all, it is not every day your half sister gets assaulted by a man who’s intentions are not known and who’s mental health is in question. Thunderkiss would agree with their sediments if it were not for his wife who told prior to his entrance to focus on the positive and not the negative. Not wishing to let her down, Thunderkiss does just that and continues his exuberance all the way to the ring where his favorite weapon of mass destruction lies in wait.] Thunderkiss: I went into the lion’s den.Kiss Army: Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Say it big man! Say it! Thunderkiss: And I tamed the lion.Kiss Army: YEAHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Thunderkiss: If there EVER was any doubt, let it be known that Thunderkiss took on an ENTIRE country and WON! Too bad I wasn’t alive during the Revolutionary War! I would have chased all those son of a bitches back onto their boats and forced them to return to their motherland with their heads hung in shame, just like I did to Dan White! As my main man Paul Revere would have said, “AWWW, SHIT! THUNDERKISS IS COMING, THUNDERKISS IS COMING!”Dan Offwhite: That’s a low blow, you bugger! Thunderkiss: Yes indeed, Fallen Heroes 2009 shall live forever in the minds and hearts of all those who watched or partook in it. The general consensus of the internet marks is that it stands head and shoulders above the rest as being the best, and also that my victory comes at a bit of a surprise. To that I simply say, “OH RLY?!” Move over Nostradamus, I’ve been predicting this day for better than half a year. I know, I know, it’s easy for him to say that now, but as the leader of the most influential fan group in all of professional wrestling I dare not and can not tell a lie! I KNEW there was no way I’d be getting a chance to get my strap back by having someone simply offer me one. I KNEW that in order to get one, I would have to go up against incredible odds, odds seen in an event such as Fallen Heroes. I KNEW my assets would carry me to victory because I KNEW nobody on the roster could match up to mine. I sound cocky and maybe so, but when you stand amongst a large group of people who treasure a fast, lighter pace of wrestling, guys like me already have matches such as battle royals won before the bell even rings. Finally, I’ve always KNOWN I have something that nobody has, something that always ensures that I get whatever I set my mind to, and that simply is the “eye of the tiger.”Maxwell McNally: This man may be a cheat. This man may be a liar. This man may be your worst nightmare for your daughter but cannot deny that he possesses the intangibles needed to become champion for a second time. You can be the best wrestler in the world but if you don’t want it bad enough, you’ll never reach the top. Look deep into his eyes ladies and gentlemen, he does not lie about having the tiger’s eye. He wants it and he wants it bad. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Anyone who says his first championship reign was a fluke is an idiot but I’m sure he wants nothing more than to prove those people wrong, McNally. Maxwell McNally: That’s always been his M.O., Edison. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Mhm. Thunderkiss: When that bell rang and I looked into the eyes of Dan White, I saw nothing but sadness and disbelief and I have to tell ya’ ... IT. FELT. GREAT. Hahahahaha! The smell of shattered dreams is a scent most treasured, let me tell you! Now, heh, not only did I get a big whiff of failure once, I was lucky enough to get a second helping. Macho Man, RDK. Hollywood Macho. Whatever the fuck you’re calling yourself these days you big crackerjack, I’m going to make sure you get a front row seat for the premier of MY James Bond movie coming to a big screen new you! I know you don’t have many friends, so don’t worry “Bollywood,” I’m going to get a seat for Dan White right next to ya’. Perhaps you can even learn something from one another. White can teach you how to fly over the top rope and in return, you can learn how to act from the Welsh Dragon! If anyone should get an Academy Award for playing a wrestler, it should be him, not Mickey Rourke! Hah!Maxwell McNally: Thunderkiss better be careful or he’ll soon end up on the other end of Rourke’s fists of steel! “Fast” Eddie Edison: HE HAS A GOLDEN GLOVES BACKGROUND, YOU KNOW!Thunderkiss: Man, I can’t begin to tell each and every one of you how good it feels to stand up here and relieve myself of a numerous weeks long build up of stress. Be that as it may, I may have gotten my ticket punched to Omega Effect but I still don’t have the ACW World Title belt wrapped firmly around my wa - SUPERRRRRRRAMANNNNNN DAAATTTT HOEEEE!!! [For now we are all left in suspense as to where Thunderkiss’ treasured belt is not. What we aren’t left with is a mystery as to who has dared interrupt his victory speech. This lyric belongs to a song that only ONE ACW wrestler claims ownership to - Chris Phenomenal. This Mega Star Alliance representative has a look of disdain on his face and it obviously has been put there by Thunderkiss’ words. Speaking of Thunderkiss, this sight is certainly not new to him but the instigator is. There will be no handshakes as they meet face to face, eye to eye for the first time.] Thunderkiss: You gotta lot of balls for coming in - Chris Phenomenal *interrupting*: I’ve got a lot of balls Thunderkiss, this ain’t nothin’ compared to starin’ down the barrel of a loaded gun. Yes you won Fallen Heroes, yes you may have eliminated me in the end, but I got news for you. You didn’t stand in that ring the longest on Saturday, you didn’t outlast everybody. I spent nearly TWO fucking hours in that ring last night of you put my match with Jonny Spade together with the time I spent in the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal. I started that match off and saw twenty eight competitors enter, and twenty three leave. When I did, those fans applauded my effort for what it was, they don’t like me any more than they like you, however at least they respected me, something they didn’t do for you. I had more eliminations than twenty eight other competitors who entered that match. As far as I’m concerned the only reason you won that match was because unlike yourself, I’m a champion and defended my title earlier on in the night. As far as I’m concerned you got out played by a rook.[This comment draws the ire of Thunderkiss, the brash Phenomenal pointing out some shocking numbers as far as his performance. Thunderkiss begins to retort but Chris interrupts him once again, not letting the veteran get a word in edge wise] Chris Phenomenal: I’m not finished yet gramps. I can understand you wanting to gloat to these folks about your accomplishments, there jeers making you hard because Viagra just doesn’t cut it anymore. However you want to talk about Mach, you want to talk about the Mega Star Alliance, WELL LET ME TELL YA SOMETHING BRUDAH!!! You may have got the role in the James Bond film, but that shit aint nothing. There are men who strive their entire life to earn an academy award and yet in Mach’s first ever appearance on the big screen he won it. I’m not going to say I wont watch this movie, in fact I’m going to watch it over and over and over and over and over just so I can laugh at that old fart flopping around like a seal “acting” when Bond takes a bite outta his ass. I’m then going to go to my computer, log onto ACW.com and read Hunter’s review of the worst acting performances of all time, and in BIG FUCKING BOLD LETTERS at the top of the list their’s going to be a picture of some old fart named Thunderkiss who didn’t know the differnce between stage lighting and an anal…Thunderkiss: .... and who the fuck are you again? You know, seriously, I am getting SICK and DAMN tired of you hoodlums coming in here and acting like you run this joint. The fact that somebody like YOU even stands in front of me tells me loud and clear that ACW has lowered its standards. I blame Jake Steele for that. Now get out of here so you don’t do something you’ll regret![Phenomenal turns and for a brief second, the fans believe he shall heed Thunderkiss’ advice. That moment in time quickly dissipates into another, one more serious in tone. To Mr. Phenomenal, the number of years under one’s belt and matches won does not excuse the absence of tact and manners. Time for a lesson. Chris turns back and brings forth his palm across Thunderkiss’ face in the ultimate show of disrespect.] ~!~SLAP~!~ Thunderkiss: Like that.[Thunderkiss drops the microphone onto the canvas, the thunking sound emanating from the million dollar sound system that hangs overhead. It is as if time comes to a complete halt as his hand reaches up to his face and feels the burn of Phenomenal’s strike. The Army stands in bewilderment the entire time questioning why their leader does not retaliate. The answer is simple: Thunderkiss’ mind is too occupied with a question of his own. Why a young punk like this would committee suicide? Is he brave or just plain stupid? No matter. Either answer shall result in the same outcome - PAIN.] “Fast” Eddie Edison: AND IT’S ON! [Thunderkiss does his best to make the New York Jets’ subelement draft as he tackles CP down to the canvas and begins to wail away upon him. Left’s beget rights and the process repeats until CP is able to use his knees as the jaws of life and pries Thunderkiss’ body off his own. Their balance shaken and their rage intensified, both men have trouble getting to a vertical base but once it’s obtained round two gets underway. From afar Ginger sees there is no silver lining in this cloud. Wanting nothing more than his son-in-law to be in peak shape for his confrontation against the ACW World Champion at Omega Effect, he sends the troupes out to ensure that happens. The men in black cometh and no one, including the crowd, announcers, Chris Phenomenal or Thunderkiss for that matter are happy to see them.] Chris Phenomenal: Aw, is Daddy looking out for his whittle son-in-law? What a pussy. Thunderkiss: If you want to put your money where your mouth is so damn bad you just show up at the top of the hour. I call the damn shots around here! If you want a match, I’ll give you a match, brother! I normally don’t work with second stringers such as yourself but a sparing match will keep the ring rust off of me and so me some good![Time to put those backstage powers into action. As Phenomenal and Thunderkiss are separated and escorted to the back, Chris has doubts of TK’s promised match. After all, if Ginger wishes his prized possession to be unscathed why would he allow such a thing? Unfortunately for Ginger, he doesn’t own Thunderkiss as much as he likes to think he does. All it takes is a little bit of arm twisting and sure enough the old man gives in. Thunderkiss has delivered and Phenomenal gets the confirmation in the same manner as everyone else, a pre match graphic that now proudly displays itself on air and on the Alpha Tron. And just as everyone else, he could not be more pleased.] We’ll see you at the top of the hour.] [FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 30, 2009 15:44:21 GMT -5
Segment: Retaliation, Part 1 (Credit: Freeman) The cameras fade in. Fallen Heroes is over, and after thirty men entered the ring, one man stood tall. Thunderkiss will be facing the champion, Jake Steele, at Omega Effect. That’s great for Thunderkiss, but 29 other men went home unhappy. One of those unhappy men is Jason Freeman. After his elimination at the hands of Atomic Kitsune, the fans witnessed one of the greatest outbursts of rage they had ever seen in ACW. Freeman even took McNally and DDT’d him to the floor. Speaking of Jason Freeman, he appears on the screen, to a chorus of boos. He stands solemnly, walking slowly down the hallway, when Kevin Anderson approaches him (a bit afraid to get too close.)Kevin Um...Jason Freeman…last night…well…you… Freeman turns his head sharply towards Kevin, causing Kevin to jump. Freeman just shakes his head.Freeman: What, afraid that I’m going to attack you? I’m not a madman Kevin. However, as for what happened at Fallen Heroes? Well, I--- Well you WHAT, Freeman? Jason Freeman looks up, to see a very angry chairman walking towards him quickly. Unlike Kevin, Ginger gets right up in Freeman’s face, furious. After all, Freeman did attack members of Ginger’s staff in a fit of rage.Ginger: You say you’re not a madman? Then WHAT ARE YOU? Because what I saw you do at Fallen Heroes was certainly not a rational action. Freeman: Perhaps not, Ginger. But you would react the same way when your chances…your dreams…your--- Ginger: I don’t want to hear it! What you did is you attacked members of my staff, including Maxwell MacNally on commentary. He is not a wrestler by any means, and you could have severely injured him. Luckily you have not, but who knows what would have happened if you had! You would have created quite the situation for me, Freeman. You are just lucky that I’m not suspending your ass right now. Freeman: Hm, I suppose I am. Considering however, that you have not done so, I am going to--- Ginger: What you are going to do, is march down to that ring. Then you are going to give a public formal apology to Maxwell MacNally. And if you DON’T do that, then you WILL be suspended. Freeman: Well, I’m actually on my way to the ring right now. So why don’t you just take a seat? I’ve got some things to say. Now, step aside. And Freeman walks past the chairman, making his way to the ring. Ginger looks after him fuming. Is Freeman ACTUALLY going to apologize? Find out…soon!
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 30, 2009 15:44:37 GMT -5
Hey Hey Hey! Goodbye! By Dave Shadow
As we cut backstage, we find ACW Chairman Gingerdude sitting in his office, leaning back in his chair and watching the massive television monitor on the wall. With his hands behind his head and his feet up on the desk, Gingerdude is the perfect image of tranquillity and peace. However, a knock on the door is enough to wipe the cheery smile off his face. He takes his feet down and hurriedly tries to make himself look busy, turning off the TV and starting to shuffle through some paper. He lets out a cry for the person to enter.
Much to his relief, Dave Shadow walks into the room. Gingerdude lets out a sigh of relief and leans back in his chair.Dave: You wanted to see me boss?Gingerdude: Dave. You seem in a rather happy mood, all things considered. Dave: All things considered? Why, what is there to upset about? The birds are singing, the sun is shining.Gingerdude: True Dave. But what about all that’s wrong in the world. The Swine Flu threatening to kill millions of people as it infects masses of the general population. The recession which has forced us all to rethink the way in which we live and spend our money. Scientists in Switzerland are trying to blow up the world by putting a black hole into the center of the planet. The war on terror has turned into a terrifying war. And... Dave: Woah, ok. I get it. Doom and gloom. Can we focus on the positives?Gingerdude: Such as? Dave: Dan White finally gone from ACW.Gingerdude: Ah. Well, truth be told, that’s the reason I asked you here. I wanted to ask if you were ok with Dan being let go.. Dave: Oh, yeah. Of course I am. Thrilled. Ecstatic I’ve been saying for ages now that I wanted that terrorist-loving, arrogant bastard out of this company. It’s in the best interests of ACW and quite frankly, ACW is now a far better place without him. No more running round, sticking his nose into other people’s business. No more making my life hell. No, to be honest, sir. I couldn’t be happier with the outcome.Gingerdude: Good, cause I was afraid....you know.... Dave: Huh? What?Gingerdude: Nothing. No, you’re right! It’s great that he’s gone. Dave: No, seriously, you were about to say something. What?Gingerdude: Well....you’ve faced White in two matches, and in both, he beat you. And while both were multi-man matches, in both, he won by beating you specifically. I thought maybe you’d want....I don’t know. Revenge? The smile disappears off Dave’s face, as this sinks in. He hadn’t really thought about it like that.
Dave: I guess you’re right.Gingerdude: Still, we must look at this in a more overall sense. We won the war, even if you lost the battles. Dave: Yeah, but hang on....Gingerdude: No, you’re right. Don’t dwell on it any longer. Huzaah for Zero Tolerance I say. Huzaah! And with this battle cry, Gingerdude gets out of his chair and moves round his desk towards Dave. He puts his arm over Dave’s shoulder and starts rushing him out the door. Dave looks confused, still trying to figure out his feelings over Dan White’s dismissal. However, it doesn’t really matter what he thinks anymore. White is gone from ACW.
Forever.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 30, 2009 15:45:12 GMT -5
“GENERALISSIMO HOSPITAL” Credit: Rena, Thunderkiss [He has not moved from this site in almost 48 hours. Every muscle in his body screams to be released from this torturous stance but he will have none of it. Across from him now lays the very reason why. Winter York has certainly seen better days. The life of the party now occupies not a models runway but a hospital bed. While normally Versachi’s latest stitches cover her body, a whole other kind has taken their place. However, if anyone could make bloody bandages and a plain white, cotton gown the latest fashion, it would be her. The mighty have fallen and they have fallen hard.] Thunderkiss: How are you doing?Winter York: Okay, all things considered ... [Award silence sets in. No matter how hard he wishes otherwise, the following conversation cannot be avoided. Like a train wreck it approaches and he is standing dead center in the middle of the tracks.] Thunderkiss: I’m sorry, Winter. I’m so sorry. Remember back to a year ago when I told you this was not the life for you? This is exactly what I meant and I’m so sorry you had to find out first hand - Winter: Why? [She cares not to be given a sermon. Contempt festers to the surface and it is not due to what happened but rather how it happened. If he had only been there for her prior to this incident, none of this would have ever happened. “Fakden’s” actions tore her flesh asunder; Thunderkiss’ actions lead her there to begin with.] Winter: Why did you push me away like you did? Why did it take me being attacked by a lunatic to get my own brother to acknowledge my existence? What could I have possibly done to be rejected by my own flesh and blood who ironically sought me out to begin with?! Thunderkiss: Winter, I wasn’t well. If I hadn’t pushed you away something like this would have happened to you, probably even worse. I can’t get into it. Just ... just trust me.Winter: How can I trust a man who can’t even pick up a phone and call me? What is your excuse for that, Aiden? [He lowers his head in shame. In his obsession in reclaiming his dominance within the world of wrestling, he has neglected the one thing that matters more than any 10 pounds of gold ever could - family. He has already done enough to her; he has not the heart to lie.] Thunderkiss: There is none. Winter: For the last few months, the only attachment I’ve had to you is through the tele. Do you honestly think I should be treated just like another one of your fans? Do you?! DO YOU?! Thunderkiss: I’ve let you down, sis. If I could do anything to change this, know that I would. But I know I can’t. I can only offer you the knowledge that I screwed up so bad that I’ll never be able to forgive myself for this mess. And also a promise. I promise you that I will never again abandon the love you give to me, love I can’t quite comprehend nor fathom where it comes from. But I guess that’s what family does and sadly, it took my sister being assaulted to figure that out.[He waits for an acquittal, none comes. However, his lack of a second chance is not due to any contempt she may harbor for him but rather exhaustion. While Winter is on the road to a full recovery the distance is long. The drugs that sedate her pain begin to push her consciousness out of the way and slowly but surely her eyelids become heavy. Its off to dreamland for Ms. Winter York and Thunderkiss tucks her in for the journey ahead.] Thunderkiss: Sleep well. ?: How is she doing? [The faint echo of a nearby whisper tickles his eardrum. Thunderkiss turns from Winter’s bed and ends up doing a double take to ensure his eyes have not deceived him. Standing before him is none other than Rena Matheson, looking a little worn herself after also going through the gauntlet known as Fallen Heroes. Even still, she is quite the sight to be admired and even Thunderkiss cannot prevent himself from tracing nary a curve. When it dawns on him that a married man now stands in his wounded sisters hospital room lusting about adultery, he pulls his mind back from the gutter and begins to think about baseball. Lots and lots of baseball.] Thunderkiss: Better.Rena: When I heard about what happened, I just had to - Thunderkiss: Thanks Rena. I appreciate it.[No need for Rena to finish her sentence. With arms wide open he appreciates her gesture with a hug and it is returned tenfold. Though their history is full of troubled memories, the last few years they have been able to mend wounds, both psychical and mental, and develop quite the productive friendship. If proof was needed all one needs to do is bear witness to this grasp and unfortunately for both of them, someone does.] Anna Sommers-Joseph: *AHEM* Excuse me? Am I interrupting something? [Thunderkiss and Rena cease their embrace immediately. While there was nothing scandalous about their interlocking of arms, Anna’s jealous nature compels her to think otherwise. Just one look at the scowl upon Anna’s face is all Rena needs to know she has overstayed her welcome.] Thunderkiss: It’s not what it looks - Rena Matheson *interrupting*: I’ll be going now. Please give my best to Winter when she’s back up to speed. If there is anything I can do for you guys, anything at all, don’t hesitate to - Anna Sommers-Joseph *interrupting*: Thanks. We’ll keep that in mind. Bye, bye, now. [Thunderkiss bats Rena an “I’m sorry” look and she bites her tongue until it bleeds. Without any acknowledgment of Anna she leaves, her heel boots clicking upon the tile floor all the while. The second they no longer echo down the corridor Anna looks at TK with a contemptuous look and follows suit, leaving TK alone to think about what he’s done. Or so she thinks. Truth be told he could careless about her childish resentment and gives it not a second though, not while his sister needs his attention more.] [FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 30, 2009 15:45:33 GMT -5
Segment: Retaliation, Part 2 (Credit: Freeman)
The camera zooms around the arena for a while, as is usual before entrance music hits the speakers. This is no exception, as “Ugly” by The Exies blasts out suddenly. This can only mean one man. Jason Freeman. It’s almost scary how calm he seems in contrast with how crazed he was last night. He seems completely at ease, and at peace. In a way, it’s more frightening than the rage. He makes his way down to the ramp, looking forward and taking no notice at all to the jeering fans. He grabs a chair, and slides it under the ropes, and enters the ring, setting it up. He takes his time setting it up, and takes a seat in it, seeming comfortable. He waits as his music dies down, and the fans boo. The lights in the arena dim, and a sole spotlight comes down on Freeman.
Freeman: Last Saturday night was the Fallen Heroes battle royal. In that match…30 superstars stepped in, and one stepped out. Unfortunately, that one superstar was not Jason Freeman
And the fans cheer. Freeman looks at them hollowly. He shows absolutely no reaction, which in many ways is more intimidating than if he had freaked out. Surely he isn’t going to let this go, but then why is he so calm? There doesn’t seem to be any tension even hiding behind his eyes. He seems completely cool at the moment. Even as he speaks of his failure, he remains collected. He ignores the fans support of his loss, and just continues speaking.
Freeman: No, as much as I promised that I would achieve victory in that battle royal, and as much as I trained for it, and obsessed over it…I lost. I was thrown - or kicked - over the top rope and to the floor. Now as I said, I wanted to come out here and make an address. I felt that it was necessary for me to come out and speak my mind. Ginger has ordered me to formally apologize to Maxwell MacNally, for what I did to him on Saturday. And on that note, I say…yes, I apologize.
The fans are shocked. Did Freeman just apologize? Where’s the catch? There’s no WAY that Freeman feels bad about what he did…
Freeman: Oh, yes. I apologize. After all, what did Maxwell McNally ever do to me? What did the ACW staff ever do to me? Attacking them in a random burst of rage was the wrong decision. You see, bursts of unfocused rage are completely useless. One accomplishes absolutely nothing, and I am one to do that. I had a lot of time to think since Saturday. I didn’t spend my time moping…oh no…because that isn’t going to change anything either. I decided that my course of action would be one that would actually have an effect, which I did not accomplish at Fallen Heroes. Letting rage take you where it will never help you. No. It’s going into yourself, taking control of that rage, and focusing it, that gives results.
And what could that possibly mean? There isn’t much he can do after all. The match is over, and that’s the end of that. Does he have some scheme? Is there something up his sleeve?
Freeman: Let us go back to that Fallen Heroes battle royal. I had consumed my life with training in the weeks prior to this match, and while I made the mistake of overdoing it…once I decided (on my own accord, of course) to ease up and rest on the week before the PPV, I was able to return to my former self once more. My training, however, had helped. I WAS stronger, and I WAS faster. I stepped into the Fallen Heroes match and was on a roll instantly. I lasted for quite a long time, managing to eliminate two superstars in the process. And then, just as I was about to eliminate Thunderkiss for good, a cheap blow from behind took me out and over the top rope.
Again, the fans cheer. Many of them are worried about what Freeman will do however if they get him too angry. He can say what he wants, but they saw what he did on Saturday night. Nobody wants to see that side of him once more.
Freeman: There is something wrong with this story however. I was eliminated not by a superstar on the active roster, but by one Alicia Kitsune. Yes, the same Alicia Kitsune who…if I remember correctly, has been retired for quite a while now. Isn’t that strange? What could have caused Alicia Kitsune to return to the ring? I don’t know what she was thinking, or what she was trying to achieve. Does she not realize the fact that her time has long past? Why does she refuse to allow the company to move on without her? Did she think that she would somehow come back here, and feel her past glory again? Or was the has-been convention just cancelled this month, and she needed to get her fix? All that I know is that she had no business whatsoever in that match. Neither did her husband for that matter, and that’s why I’m so happy that I personally was able to throw him out of it. As for MY elimination, I’m not going to make any excuses. I’m not going to dwell on the fact that I had no opportunity to strategize how I would take her on, or that I was taken by surprise. I’m simply going to state that Alicia Kitsune had no business throwing me out of that ring. You see, I am a star on the rise. If I am to steal a cliché phrase, I am “the future of this business.” I have been steadily rising since my return, and now my time is just within my grasp…if I can only just reach it. This match was my opportunity. Instead, just as I was going to grasp it, it was knocked OUT of my reach by someone who decided to step down on me, so she could reclaim some lost semblance of self-importance. So she could feel relevant in a business that has…moved on.
He looks up at the titantron…and he begins breathing heavier. The fans realize that the intensity is rising, and that fire in his eyes is growing…his calmness is slowly draining out of him visibly. The fact of the matter is that AK eliminated him…and ended his dream. He had obsessed over it, and been so determined to win it. Losing that opportunity is bad enough, but to be thrown out by somebody not even on the roster…a retired superstar with no future at all…that is just infuriating. And he can’t take it. And instantly the fans see that the calmness was not proving himself stable…but merely another example of a frightening instability. His self-righteousness is back…his self-confidence is back…but he is still not rational. He is no longer in that crazed state he seemed to have entered before Fallen Heroes, but at the same time…he has not gotten out of it at all.
Freeman: Alicia Kitsune, in any other situation your behavior would be pathetic, but yet no concern of mine. That is, until you found your way into my path. Do you know how hard I worked for that match, AK? Do you know how many hours I spent training? Do you know how much sleep I lost? I made it my sole goal in LIFE and to have you take it from me is infuriating. And now? I’ve still got a goal. But that obsession you saw before Fallen Heroes? I’m transferring that, AK. NOW I am putting it towards retaliation. Revenge, if you will. On YOU!
And he stands up, and walks over to the camera. He knows AK is watching somewhere, and he wants his words directed right at the woman who crushed his dreams. He wants his words to pierce through the camera, through her television, and right through her skull. He speaks directly to her, ignoring the fans. His eyes are firm, determined. He has his mind set. He will not rest until revenge has been had.
Freeman: AK, I’m a man who gets what I want. What I want right now, is to make you pay for the dreams you snatched from me. I’ll allow you to walk into this voluntarily - if you do so choose - and so I request that you give your response to me on Monday. Rest assured however, that I am not going to take no for an answer. If you would like to continue under the pretense that this was your choice then I will allow you that luxury. And perhaps that’s the better option, anyways. Humans, by nature, like to feel in control. It will certainly be easier on you if you feel like you could have refused me. But if you DO deny me? Well then, I plan to do whatever it takes to change your mind. And don’t doubt what I’m capable of. I have no moral qualms whatsoever. My one focus, and goal in life, is on myself. My needs, and my desires. I have nothing to lose, and I am a very dangerous man, AK. If you want to experience that firsthand, then be my guest. I guess they say that the chase is half the fun. But in any case, my revenge will be repayed, and if I can not be the 2009 Fallen Heroes winner, and if I can not be the ACW champion as of yet, I will have to settle for being the man that took out Atomic Kitsune for good. It will be talked about all over the world at water coolers everywhere. “Did you see what Jason Freeman did to AK last night?” but most likely…there will be no response, because people won’t WANT to talk about it. People won’t WANT to experience it again. AND YOU, Alicia Kitsune, will live with the memories burning inside your brain for the rest of your life.
And now he begins yelling, letting it all out. Letting the emotions spinning inside of him out like a harpoon. His voice is deliberate, yet furious, dripping and seething with rage and determination. It’s obvious that he is frighteningly serious. When he says he’d do anything, it is apparent that he means it literally. AK has obviously gotten herself into a situation that can’t possibly end well. She has just angered a man who will not be put down easily. AK has experience with situations such as this, and she surely, watching at home, knows exactly how far Freeman may go. It seems that if she was looking for one last match and then an easy retirement, she made a serious mistake.
Freeman: SO AK, WAS IT WORTH IT?! WAS IT WORTH IT JUST FOR ONE LAST BASK IN THE SUNLIGHT? WAS IT WORTH THE CONSEQUENCES? Because now…Now…I WANT you back here. I ORDER you back here. You’re not retired until I say I’m done with you, and so whether you do it by your own decision, or I MAKE you, you will walk down to this ring, and I will END you. END YOU, AK...YOU HEAR ME?! I – Will – END you.
And as Freeman's music plays, and he walks up the ramp towards the backstage area, the question on everybody's mind is...is AK going to answer him on Monday? Is she going to come and confront him? And the question is...if she doesn't...what will happen then?
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 30, 2009 15:46:11 GMT -5
What's Going On The Reprobate The camera comes back live to the ACW Arena. The camera pans the audience and then goes to the ring. Alex Storm stands in the middle of the ring wearing a black polo shirt with the letters "GWF" printed on the front pocket in purple.Alex Storm: Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. My name is Alex Storm, I've been appointed by ACW officials to be the official interviewer for The Reprobate. Sometimes this week, while the ACW gladiators were putting their livelihoods on the line at the PPV, The Reprobate was securing his final contract negotiations with ACW officials. It has been rumored that the contracts have been signed, so tonight I assume that The Reprobate is allowed past the guard rail and will enter the ring for the first time as an ACW contracted wrestler! "Come Together" by The Beatles hits on the loudspeaker as the camera shifts over to the stage. Nothing happens, however, and the camera quickly cuts to Alex Storm and then zooms out to ringside as The Reprobate and his manager Christina enter over the guardrail. Rep walks up the steps as Alex Storm awaits his long time rival and friend.
Rep enters the ring and stands with Alex, Christina holds a clipboard with a stack of papers in her hands.Alex Storm: It's nice to see you again Rep. How does it feel to finally be in the middle of the ACW ring again? WE HAVE JOBS AGAIN! WOOOO! Rep: I don't really care, Alex. Alex Storm: What do you mean? This is a great gig! I get to sit around and I only have to work when you have something you need to say, which is very rare these days! Rep: None of it matters, Alex. I came in to ACW wanting a contract and they had no interest in me. Then I played indifferent and suddenly, I was a major target for a contract. Reverse psychology works frighteningly well with company management, Alex. I wanted a contract and realized they didn't even want me. When you don't want something, it makes the others want YOU to want it. Then I played hardball and got what I wanted ten times over. This is all too easy. Alex Storm: Be that as it may, you still have the contract now! When do you plan on making your ACW wrestling debut? Rep: Debut? I've been wrestling since I was 16 years old. People know me, Alex. This isn't new to me. I refuse to play new kid on the block. This isn't a debut. This is an appearance fee. I will wrestle when I choose to wrestle. I will wrestle who I choose to wrestle. They do not tell me what to do. The crowd begins to boo as Alex quizzically asks...Alex Storm: What are you talking about, Rep? No wrestler can have that much pull, especially considering the fact that they just joined the promotion. Rep: You underestimate me, Alex Storm. First of all... I am no simple wrestler. I am an independent contractor. When I want to appear, I will appear. When I don't want to appear, I won't. It's that simple. The men in ACW who allow the system to strangle them and hold them down are foolish. You have rights, use them. I did. Alex Storm: Are you saying that you have penned some kind of super contract? Rep reaches his arm out and without even looking over, Christina hands him the clipboard. He holds the papers up to reveal a standard contract... with red ink markings all over the margins and various words crossed out and altered.Alex Storm: A custom contract?! What?! Rep: I hold in my hands, the opportunity that thousands of low life independent wrestlers would kill for. They said I couldn't get it, and they said I'd never make it. I proved them wrong. I PROVED THEM ALL WRONG! Rep holds the contract up in victory. Soaking up the emotion, he is interrupted by Alex.Alex Storm: Well isn't that speciaaal. Aside from your contract signing, there was also the big news of Stan Vishis making his ACW debut. It was supposed to happen last week at Fallen Heroes, but he was ATTACKED backstage? Can you give us any new information on this assault? Rep: Stan Vishis told me that he was attacked backstage unprovoked, and that he was so severely injured that he couldn't make it to his feet to compete in a match! He said it was unprovoked, and that he was randomly assaulted. Alex Storm: Do you know who did it!? Rep: No. But HE does. Stan has refused to allow me to know who attacked him. I don't understand it. This is his business. He's going to take care of it, just as long as it doesn't screw up plans I have for him. Alex Storm: What would those plans be!?!? Rep: And on that note... we have a strip club appointment to attend to. Alex Storm: What? You mean you're leaving? Your first night on the job and you're leaving before the show even ends? You're gonna miss the main event! You're not gonna stick around to support your new co-workers? Christina! Please, do you have any details on what happened to Stan, or what Rep has in store for him? As Rep exits the ring, Christina shrugs at Alex in an apologetic manner and leaves as well.Alex Storm: What a guy. HEY! REP! COME ON! AT LEAST LET ME JOIN YOU! I HAVE A FEW SINGLES! Cut to commercial
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 30, 2009 15:46:47 GMT -5
Segment: What a warm welcoming (Credit: Stan Vishis)
The camera man waits and for minutes now nothing has happened. He is told to wait for a certain person who will come out by the parking lot but no one has yet to come out. Minutes, seconds, moments, all pass by with nothing to give. The camera man gives up, he walks away until he hears a noise. He turns around the door was slammed open and out comes a man wearing a black jacket and a bandanna. Excited, the camera man walks to the unknown person and questions him.
Camera Man: "Excuse me, are you that new signed wrestler Stan Vishis?"
Stan Vishis: "No, I'm the new referee of this place John McVinagin. Of course I'm Stan Vishis motherfucker."
Camera Man: "Oh, um well I apologize but I want to ask some questions."
Stan Vishis: "You want to ask some questions? I just came here through traffic, expecting a warm welcoming to this for this new addition of this promotion. Instead I they send a pip-squeak geek like you to interview me. I don't take interviews."
Camera Man: "Oh..you..you don't?"
Stan Vishis: "No. I find you paparazzi like bastards annoying. You're a camera guy right? Well all you need to do is film me. I'll say whatever I want to say and answer whatever I feel needs to be answered. You roger that?"
Camera Man: "I roger."
Stan Vishis: "Good. Now first and foremost I want to mention the man who attacked me. That cowardly man who decided to attack me from behind with me knowing. See I was suppose to be at that Pay-Per-View, but no instead this son of a bitch attacked me, forced me to be unable to compete, and now I'm here. I do not know who the attacker was but I will tell you this, after my debut match which I will talk about soon, I am going after you brother. See, me and Reprobate we were former stablemates. Our team was called The Movement. That is what we are going to do. Here in ACW, we will move these fans into our own direction, we will move this company into our own way. Change will come because me and Rep, we are that damn good of a team. Eventually, to the man who attacked me, he will suffer and fall into dire consequences the moment me and Rep get our hands on him."
Camera Man: "Now about your-"
Stan Vishis: "I was getting into that, see that is why I hate you interviewers. Now my match tonight is with a guy name Jin. You chinky eye motherfucker, you ain't going to win. I'll tell you why. See, unlike my partner Rep who is facing controversy over his contract, I was called up. I got called up and went had to go to the headquarters to do some interview bullshit as I get my contract. On the way I heard many wrestlers, like Chris Phenomenal, Jake Steele, and Johnny Spade. I hear guys like that but no mention to people like you Jin. I don't get why they sent a no name to face me. But see, I won't let you win because I ain't going to ruin my debut. I ain't, going to let you get this opportunity to beat me and make some name for yourself. See, the moment I beat you, I will be higher up on the ladder in this place. After I beat you, they will send in guys with a name, guys like maybe Johnny Spade or Jake Steel and whatnot. After I bet guys with a name, I will be into a higher contendership. Once I am there, I will get title shots, and on the way...I will find the man who attacked me and I will get my revenge. Now did that answer all your questions?"
The camera man slowly nods up and down.
Stan Vishis: "Good. This is Stan Vishis signing off, the next time you will hear my name is they announce the winner. See ya."
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 30, 2009 15:47:03 GMT -5
Segment – “Cross the Road”
We fade in once again to the backstage area of the ACW arena. The camera pans around for a bit and then focuses on Kevin Anderson, who is eagerly waiting to interview someone. Kevin is nervously looking around in all directions, except for up that is. In an instant Vortex silently drops from the ceiling behind Kevin, who is unaware of Vortex’s presence.
Vortex: Kevin.
The words, although spoken softly, cause Kevin to jump as if he’s been shot in the backside. Kevin spins around to face Vortex and almost falls flat on his face in the process.
Kevin: Oh, HELL NO.
With those words Kevin is off and running, into a wall that is. In ironic fashion, Kevin bounces off the wall and lands on his back, looking sheepishly up at Vortex.
Kevin: You stay away from me! After the whole “let’s throw Kevin off of a building and post it on YouTube” fiasco, I’ve become the laughing stock of bloggers everywhere!
Vortex: You said you wanted a story.
Kevin: I wanted a story regarding YOU! I never even had a chance to ask more than one question before you decided it would be fun to send me on a bungee jumping excursion!
Vortex: Speaking of questions, I have a good one for you.
As Vortex is speaking Kevin begins to get up, he doesn’t make it quite all the way when Vortex finishes his statement, and thus is left in an awkward hunched over stance.
Kevin: ……
Vortex: Have you ever played Frogger?
Kevin’s eyes widen and he begins gulping air like a dying fish before spinning around and running as fast as a 3G network past the wall that impeded him before and through a door on the far side of the hall. Vortex simply shrugs and laughs before turning and bumping into Gary.
Gary: I am the BEST fogger player in the completely wide world!
As Gary is shouting his sentence, he makes an awkward motion with his arms, as if to emphasize his traffic avoiding dominance.
Vortex: That’s nice Gary, however are you aware of the fact that we have a match tonight?
Gary: SPLAT! That’s the sound it makes when you get hit by a car!
Vortex almost can’t contain the laughter, although he does in light of the fact that Gary is being completely serious. As Vortex stands there listening, he wonders just what it’s like in Gary’s mind.
Gary: Have you ever been hitted by a car?
Vortex: No… Gary:: Well, tonight in our match I’m going to hit you like a car!
Vortex continues to stare at Gary for an extended period of time, neither one of them saying anything. This makes Gary more than a little uncomfortable, and he says the only thing his one track mind can think of…
Gary:: Fogger! Cross the road!
…and then runs off. This brings an audible laugh out of Vortex who continues walking down the hall, thinking aloud.
Vortex: They should put him in marketing…
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 30, 2009 15:47:35 GMT -5
Segment: Don't Mess With The Crippler (Credit: Rawt)
While WCW and Rawt walked to the backstage bar, they were involved in a deep conversation.
Rawt: How do you think my next match will unravel? I expect to make my record a clean 9-0.
WCW: Fallen Heroes hardly counts, as it is not a standardized type of match. I suspect your streak will continue my friend - you have a very marketable future ahead of you...
Rawt: Well, its a good thing someone has faith in me.
Rawt shoots WCW a smile as they entered the bar. Rawt and WCW take a seat at the bar and order a dozen wings and two Coronas. By the time their food and beer were ready, the bar was almost completely empty before the door boomed open by an unknown force, as Nicholas Alger entered with pride. All the customers and contestents were staring at Alger with wary eyes, as he started to walk towards Rawt and WCW.
Rawt: Welcome Nicholas Alger, long time no see.
DNA: Oh please, you know damn well why I am here! Don't think your friend is gonna get you out of trouble either!
WCW: The Names Wilcox to you, Mr. Alger!
DNA: Bottom line is, I was not pleased with you eliminating me in the battle royale! I was gonna make short work of that Grizzly Bear!
Rawt: Are you saying you want a match?
DNA: You're damn right I want a match!
Edison: DANNNGERRROUS![/color]
Rawt and WCW look at eachother, Rawt then stares back...
Rawt: Well, I have no problem taking on your bitch-ass. I am "The Crippler" and I take on all challengers!
DNA laughs a bit before cracking a smile...
DNA: Any type of match?
WCW: As Rawt's manager, I can confidently say he could take you out in ANY type of match, Mr. Alger!
Rawt: Sure, any type of match Nick. What do you propose?
DNA: A submission match! Once I lock on my bermuda triangle hold...you're finished!
Rawt: IS that so? Well I may not be much for submissions...but if I must make you tap - then I WILL!
DNA: I like that fiery confidence you have in your eyes, Ross. But the fact of the matter is that I plan on breaking you after your mockery of me in the royale...powerbombing me out of the ring! Of all the nerve!
Rawt: I'd like to see you try...I am the one who cripples people...you're just dangerous.
Edison: DANNNGERRROUS![/color] McNally: Knock it off, Ed![/color]
DNA begins to ball up his fists, Rawt waves his hand in the air...
Rawt: Before you attempt to pummel me, right here and now - allow me to offer you a chicken wing...its the least I could do!
DNA: ....Fine.
As DNA lowered his fists, Rawt turned back to the bar where his dozen wings sat in a bowl. He pulled a small bottle of Satan's Blood Hot Sauce out of his pocket swiftly and poored a bit on the wings. WCW showed a smirk as she looked at Rawt. As Rawt put the bottle back in his pocket, he turned to DNA and offer him a wing
Rawt: Bon appetite, be very cautious though, they are very hot.
DNA: Pfft, hot foods is my specialty, nothing is ever too hot for me...besides, wings can't hurt you!
Rawt: If you say so...
DNA begins to chew the wing and works the meat in his mouth. When he stopped chewing, his face began to turn to a harsh red and steam started speaming out of his ears as he wailed and screamed of pain.
DNA: Oh my god! I can't feel my tounge! I can't feel my ears! I can't feel my lips! I think im dying!!!
DNA starts running around the bar in circles, wailing his hands in the air. All the customers just look and laugh at him, not bothering to help.
Rawt: I told you that they were hot!
DNA fell to his knees in pain due to the wings. He crawled to Rawt's feet and begged for something to drink, but Rawt just pushed him away. DNA collapsed onto the ground, unconcious. The burning sensation was too much for him to handle. Rawt and WCW paid their bill, and got up to leave, but before they left, Rawt kneeled down beside DNA, and pulled out the bottle of Satan's Blood.
Rawt: Next time, you try and interrupt my meal - I shall not go easy! I call the shots child, so until you can drink more shots than I call. I shall rule.
Rawt stood up again and proceeded to leave the bar as WCW followed him out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 30, 2009 15:48:00 GMT -5
”The Little Things” Credit: Danny Mainer ”Ungh, Oh Yeah… Oh Yeah… Oh Fuck Yeah… That’s right, Suck it Deep Girl” are all that can be heard coming from Danny Mainer’s locker-room on the Monday after Fallen Heroes. Still feeling bitter and sore after coming fourth place in the big Battle Royale, Danny Mainer has decided to unwind the easy way after a stressful time by going to go see his girlfriend Amelia Frost. Problem with this plan is that Danny Mainer is outside his locker room and the voice coming from inside is the earthy, deep-voice of a young American male (singular, so TK doesn’t get a hard on for AMERICAN MALES) inside his locker room. Mainer knows for a fact that Amelia is in there waiting for him and that Raymond King is still in Japan recuperating from his third hangover this week but what he doesn’t know is who is sucking someone’s cock in his room and who’s also getting fellatio. Danny’s fears are roused by the grunting an squeaks that he knows all too well are from his girlfriend Amelia. Without going into too much detail Danny decides to crash their party and knowing his locker room layout having a dressing wall right next to the door he knows he’ll be able to get the drop on them. He unsheathes his cleaver from his belt and grips the handle tightly.
He slowly reaches out and grabs the door-handle actually feeling vibrations of what’s going on inside through the palm of his hand. Twisting the handle nervously he pushes his way through the door tentatively knowing that his well-oiled door will be silent as the grave upon opening. The moans intensify as Danny creeps in already seeing the dark, gloomy shadows behind the dressing wall. His eyes widen in horror as he realizes exactly what’s going on. He decides that the best thing to do would be to psyche them out and so he sheathes his cleaver and stands up straight walking casually into the main room of his locker room with a nonchalant look in his face swaggering in. Even when he’s staring straight at them he doesn’t even cock an eyebrow he walks straight past them totally minding his own. The man in his room notices this and points him out as Amelia completely failed to notice. She goes sheet-white when she realizes what’s happened and rolls backwards screaming.Amelia Frost: “PERVERT! Get out!” Danny Mainer: ”Stop shouting honey, I know you’re schizophrenic but your alter-ego is not trying to take your virginity. Lord knows he’s only about sixteen years late.”Amelia Frost: “But I’m twenty four! That would make me eight years old Danny!” Danny Mainer: ”Doesn’t make my point any less valid. So, what have you been up to today Amelia? Been keeping busy?”Danny casually opens the fridge and starts drinking milk from the carton, unhygienic right? He doesn’t care, he’s not going to be sharing milk much longer with her anyways. He walks back into the front room and takes sight of the well-built male who upon seeing Mainer holding the cleaver in one hand and the carton of milk in the other rockets his jeans up faster then Jason Freeman after being depantsed by someone much more cool. The guy goes as nervy as the grave when he sees the razor sharp meat knife in his hand. Danny sheathes his cleaver again and wanders over to the male casually as Amelia sits on the couch in deep shame at being caught cheating.Danny Mainer: ”Name’s Danny Mainer. I’m a wrestler around here. Nice to meet you, you’re a nice young man aren’t you? You’re in great shape too, ever considered signing up for the training camp?”Amelia’s Lover: “Hell naw, Ammy you said you was datin’ one o’ dem guys in the technicshunz crew, I didn’t think you wuz datin’ a wrestla! Fuck naw, I ain’t losin’ my dick to this maniac!” Danny Mainer: ”In the words of Samwell, I won’t bite. Well, maybe just a little. Hahahaha.”Danny casually extends his arm to shake hands with the shirtless man in front of him. He nervously returns the handshake playing along with his game thus far. Danny then turns around and sits next to Amelia on the couch who’s too afraid to even look at him right now, the weed fumes finally clearing out of her head and giving her a nice kick in the reality as her fantasy world of sex and drugs and being an art student are shattered.Amelia’s Lover: “This ain’t what it looks like yo.” Danny Mainer: ”Oh pray tell sir, what WAS it supposed to look like? Did she find a bit of mayonnaise on it and thought she’d lick it off for you because she likes the taste or was she sucking you deep like the dirty skank she is. She thought I was stupid, the jokes on her though hey?”Amelia’s Lover: “Uhm… uhmm… uhh…” Danny Mainer: ”You were cocky before when you were telling her to ‘suck it real good’ and now you’ve lost all your ego. It’s incredible. See, adultery is like a carton of milk. Well, it’s not, but you get the point. Anywhom, you got anything to say before I cut this bitch open and show her punishment like she obviously wants it?”Amelia’s Lover: “Uh dude! No! I mean, umm, Mister Mainer! Ain’t no need for dat shit, hurt me if anythin’ yo’ this my fault. She be high as balls an’ it’s me that brought here in here.” His hands behind his back, Danny notes the nervous signs and unsheathes his cleaver waving it casually, he then grabs her hair and drags her within strangling range holds up the cleaver to her neck millimetres from her jugular. His grin widens as the colour drains right out of the man’s face.Danny Mainer: ”Dude, you’re getting so damn scared right now it’s unbelievably. You honestly think I’m wasting ten minutes of sharpening on this little skank? No way. Tell you what man, I’m mighty hungry and well if this bitch wants to act like a ho she can be treated like a ho. I know she won’t want her dad knowing her activities since he’s an up and coming politician in the Ohio state. So, I’ll tell you what. She’s yours for as long you want her for twenty bucks. You got a deal?”Amelia’s Lover: “Will you hurt her if I just leave her wit’choo?” Danny Mainer: ”Oh probably. This girl loves the kinky stuff, getting whipped, tied up. All that shit. It’s no problem for me but if she’s doing this with other guys then it just plain isn’t going to work out for us. So, twenty bucks for a free whore for life? You interested? If so, hurry your ass up because I could really go for some Meatball Marinjana.”He then reaches down and grabs the puffy cheeks of Amelia and pulls it teasingly like he would a small child. Amelia’s lover reaches out and has two hundred dollars in his hands.Danny Mainer: ”No, not marijuana. Don’t get your hopes up you deadbeat skank. What’s the two hundred for?”Amelia’s Lover: “One, I broke yo’ blender by mistake dawg and two for all the weed she got in her backpocket which I know she got from you!” Danny Mainer: ”Get the fuck out of my locker room before I take this cleaver and slice that dick of yours right off. Capice?”He needs no further reinforcement. He literally throws the money at Mainer and grabs Amelia and her clothes before dragging her off and getting the hell out of dodge much to the misery and torment of Amelia as she realizes she’s just been sold. Danny smirks and looks at the two hundred dollars, then realizes that the blender cost more then half that. Fuming, he slams his fist and pulls out his mobile to call Dominoes as the screen turns to black. Mainer’s flying solo again, what’s next for the Sex Tornado and Premier high-flier? Find out later on tonight.FADE
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 30, 2009 15:48:37 GMT -5
Segment: At The Club, Part 1 (Credit: Lee)
When we last saw him, Lee Homicide was a timid person, afraid of women especially. However, that has profoundly changed. Lee Homicide we see now is cool, calm, confident, and has even been self-proclaimed as the ACW’s Chick Magnet. What changed? Although most of it has been shrouded in mystery, most fingers have been pointed directly at one man, former ACW superstar Bob “The Swerve” Di’Las. What exactly has Di’Las done? Let’s start our investigation.
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Scene opens. We find ourselves in the middle of a crowded club environment. The lights have been cast down to a dim setting, and instead most of the club is illuminated by a set of strobe and neon laser lights that have been attached to the ceiling and wonder around the entirety of the scene bellow. Most of the center of the scene is covered by a hardwood dance floor. The floor is literally crawling with the hot, sweaty bodies pressed up against each other, gyrating in time with the music as its bass line bumps through speakers drilled next to the lights in the ceiling. While the center of the scene is filled with the dance floor, the sides of the room are each filled with a prominent feature of their own. To the south, a stage is raised up and pushed completely up to the dance floor. Its top is covered by a rubber-like material and holds a long table covered in a red cloth. The top is littered with electronic equipment, each one containing either a spinning disk or a series of equalizing bars that move with the music along with the drones in front of the stage. Behind it, a man stands, holding the edges of a pair of headphones up to his ear. He wears a pair of camouflage pants and an unbuttoned black shirt that seems to scream the word tool. A black and white striped fedora is pulled down over his face, hiding most of his features as he moves from side to side, checking each of the spinning trinkets in front of him. To the west side of the room, two separate lines, one of men and a much longer one composed of women are pressed up against a wall leading towards a pair of matching blue doors that must lead to the bathrooms of the club. The back wall has three cut out circles into the walls. The two on the outer edges are very obscured due to huge seas of people turned in towards them, however the center one remains open, with only two large men in suits and sunglasses standing in front of it. We clearly see that the empty parts of the wall actually are tiny alcoves filled with a small table and a circular red velvet couch, obviously some form of V.I.P. are for the club. To the right of the alcoves is a small staircase, lighted by a small row of white lights that run up the sides. A slow leak of people filter up and down the stairs as they exit or leave the club, each group peaking over the corner at the large swarm of people crowded around the closest V.I.P., and more importantly the person that is hidden within it. To the right is a long bar. The top is covered with a zebra printed, hardened material, although it is a bit obscured by its patrons leaning over to pick up drinks or deposit empty glasses before scuttling back onto the dance floor behind them. Behind the bar, about half a dozen bartenders, both male and female, each wear the same matching tight black shirt and black dress slacks as they move back and forth, taking orders from the patrons, or running their hands down the long line of bottles stationed on the other side of the bar. Every so many feet alongside the bar are high barstools, each one filled and crowded around. However one pair sitting on the stools stands out from the rest of the pack. One has a precisely trimmed high top and wears a pair of dark aviators despite the already dark nature of the club. He leans back against the bar, the elbows of his khaki colored jacket pressed up against the bar. The black shirt underneath his jacket is unbuttoned almost all the way down, proving even more of the man’s confidence. A pair of ripped jeans and black leather boots spread out on the floor in front of him completes the outfit. Next to him is a man that couldn’t have more of a different look about him. The shorn head of the tall man would stick out in any crowd, but his fidgeting would do that for him any way. His shirt looks remarkably like that of the man next to him, and his neck must be weighed down by a huge metal chain that hands down from around his neck. His hands reach up and slowly begin fumbling with a large silver crucifix that rests on its end. As his eyes look back and forth around the bar, his knee, outfitted in a pair of khakis bounces up and down with the nerves in his stomach. Suddenly his shifting eyes come to rest on the man next to him.
Lee: I uh… I don’t know if I can do this Bob.
Next to him, the man with the sunglasses leans in slightly towards him still keeping his eyes ever vigilant on the floor in front of him.
Bob: Nonsense Lackey. You’re here with the Swerve. That’s already elevated your status above most of the underlings here.
Lee Homicide keeps breathing heavily, still hyper-vigilant.
Lee: I don’t know, are you sure I’m ready for this?
Bob: Common Lee. We’ve been working on this for weeks. And besides that, I don’t care what the people on the internet say, you’re not unattractive.
Lee: Yeah, well…
Lee Homicide takes a quick break from looking around the bar shooting a glare towards Di’Las.
Lee: Wait! I’m not unattractive.
Bob: That’s what I said.
As Lee Homicide squints, trying to figure out if he was just insulted or given a back-hand compliment, Di’Las slowly wraps his arm around the side of Lee Homicide, turning his head towards a pair of ladies a few feet down the bar. As Lee Homicide’s head leans forward, Di’Las points to a pair of young ladies.
Bob: You see those two fly young things down there?
Lee Homicide nods his head, but then tries to lean back into the barstool behind him, with a quick jerk, Di’Las pulls him forward to stand next to him.
Bob: I want you to go and talk to them.
Di’Las quickly pushes the Lee to the side, turning back around to the bar and picking up a glass, nursing its contents. Lee Homicide doesn’t move forward though, he instead quickly moves to stand next to Di’Las again.
Lee: Wait. Bob, what do I say to them…
Di’Las quickly wheels around on the stool.
Bob: Well you can’t rely on your stunning good looks like I do…
Lee Homicide pushes his eyebrows together.
Lee: I told you I’m not un…
But Di’Las quickly cuts him off.
Bob: I want you to go over there and tell them your best joke. I’ve always heard that the fastest way to a women’s bed room is through their laugh. Although I’m pretty sure if they had seen my abs, that saying would have gone a bit differently…
Lee Homicide quickly looks down at his own abdomen, with a worried look, he shifts his gaze back up to Di’Las.
Lee: But I don’t have any…
But before he can finish, Di’Las moves his hand up underneath Lee Homicide’s chin and uses a pincher to turn the face of the ACW superstar towards the girls he was talking about earlier.
Bob: Go!
As Di’Las thrusts his hand forward, Lee Homicide’s is forced to take a few stumbled steps forward. He turns to take a quick look behind him, but Di’Las gives a stern shake of his head, still pointing towards the women. One girl, in a tight blue dress hiked up to the middle of her thigh and her brown curly hair pulled back in a ponytail leans in over the bar. Her hand pressed up underneath her chin and smiling as she talks, it’s obvious that she’s flirting with the bartender behind the counter to get a discount on the drink that she’s ordering. Sitting next to her on the barstool is another girl wearing a black button-up blouse and grey skirt. The black high-heeled boots that she wears are crossed tightly over each other as she leans back against the bar, her blonde, short-cropped hair waving backwards slightly as she does so. Slowly Lee Homicide inches closer, his hands pressed tightly into his pockets, and glancing back towards Di’Las every few seconds for reassurance. As he gets within earshot, he slowly begins to rock back and forth on his feet before he forces his voice to come out in what isn’t much more than a meek whisper.
Lee: Hey ladies…
To his surprise both of the girls at the bar shift their attention to the nervous looking Lee. His face instantly turns a bright shade of red, and he freezes completely in place. The girl at the bar tries to get him talking again.
Female #1: Can we help you?
Lee Homicide doesn’t even attempt to straighten out his spine as he tries to talk again.
Lee: I uh… I uh…
After a few seconds of stuttering, the closer woman raises her eyebrow towards Lee Homicide.
Female #2: Cat got your tongue?
After several more stuttering moments from the former Real Worlder, the two women slowly start to turn around again, prompting Lee Homicide to blurt out a word jumble very rapidly.
Lee: Do you girls know what’s green and has wheels?
A cheesy smile appears on his face as the two girls share a confused glance before they turn back towards him again.
Female #1: Huh?
Female #2: Unless it’s your sports car, I think this conversation is over…
Lee: Grass…
The group shares another awkward moment as Lee continues to look at them with a cheap smile plastered across his face.
Lee: OK I lied about the wheels.
The two girls continue to stare at Lee Homicide, a mix of confusion and disgust mixed on their faces. When nothing comes from their mouths, Lee slowly begins to try and force anything out from his mouth again.
Lee: So… So…
But he’s suddenly cut off as Di’Las quickly appears at his side, wrapping his arms around the man who more resembles a deer in the headlights of a car.
Bob: Excuse me ladies…
As the women dismiss the pair with a slight nod and quickly turn back to their other activities, Di’Las forces Lee Homicide to turn back around and quickly begins marching him back towards the barstool he left only a few moments before.
Bob: What the hell was that?
Lee: That was my best joke…
With a sigh, Di’Las moves his hand up to his forehead massaging his temples.
Bob: And you’re supposed to be the funny one. Where did you hear that?
Lee: Laffy Taffy.
Bob: This is gonna be a lot harder than I thought.
Suddenly Di’Las stops massaging his temples as he hears a crunching sound. Looking up, he spies that Lee Homicide has picked up a bowl from the bar holding pretzels, and begun to chomp loudly on them as his gaze nervously begins moving around the club again.
Bob: What the hell are you doing?
Lee: I eat when I’m nervous…
Without another word, Di’Las hits the bowl in the hand of Lee causing the pretzels to fly away from him and out onto the dance floor. And leaving Lee Homicide with a surprised look as he looks back at Di’Las.
Bob: How the hell do you think you can get a body like mine if you keep eating pretzels and taffy…
Di’Las keeps talking under his breath as he turns around on his barstool towards the bar again moving his hands up to the sides of his face.
Bob: Pretty soon those internet rumors of you being fat are gonna be true…
Lee: I’m not fat either!
Bob: That’s what I said.
A confused Lee continues to look back towards the dance floor behind him as Di’Las again slides behind Lee, wrapping his arm around his constantly confused protégé.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 30, 2009 15:49:06 GMT -5
Match 1: Stan Vishis Vs. Jin (Credit: Jason Freeman)
Stan is still showing the effects of his injury at Fallen Heroes, and so he knows that Jin will most likely attempt to attack his strained neck. As a result, as the bell rings, Stan instantly comes forward with elbows and strikes, trying to get the momentum early and keep it. He hits a roundhouse kick which Jin ducks, and then Jin hits some kicks as well. Jin grabs Stan, and looks to be trying for a DDT, obviously trying to get Stan down and keep it that way, so he can work on the injuries, but Stan escapes from his grip and goes behind him, hitting a rollup, which Jin quickly kicks out of. Stan goes for a shot, but Jin grabs him and knees him in the ribs twice, before going for a clothesline, which Stan ducks, and as Jin turns around Stan nails him with a roaring elbow, before dropping and going for the cover, but Jin kicks out. They both get up, and Stan irish whips Jin towards the turnbuckle. Stan runs in but Jin puts his foot up, and Stan runs into it. Stan backs up into the center of the ring, and Jin runs forward, jumps and hits a tornado DDT, which sends Stan to the ground clutching his neck, and Jin covers for a two
As the match goes on, Jin manages to work on Stan’s neck. He hits a lot of quick moves, and some DDT’s to ensure that he keeps him control. Not wanting to let Stan get any more offense in, he goes for a number of pins. Stan would most definitely be putting up much more of a fight if it weren’t for his neck, but Jin smartly takes advantage of a situation. Jin is unable to put him away, and Stan begins getting bursts of offense in. Jin tries to put Stan in a single leg crab, but Stan crawls his way to the ropes. Jin lifts up Stan, and goes for an STO, but Stan elbows his way out, knees Jin in the gut, and hits a DDT! Stan clutches his neck, which is still hurting him, before covering for a two.
Stan begins to get his momentum back, and now the adrenaline seems to be allowing him to fight despite his injury. Jin gets up right into a spinebuster, and Stan covers again. For the next few minutes, Jin attempts to get comebacks, but Stan is getting increasingly fiercer, and is clearly in control. Stan goes for the Disrupter II, but Jin escapes bounces off the ropes, and jumps for the burning elbow! Stan has him scouted however, and dodges. Jin turns going for a shot, but Stan ducks, before hitting the Flash DDT! He goes for the cover and Jin kicks out. Jin gets up and attempts to attack, but Stan dodges once again, and now hits a stiff kick to the midsection, before pulling Jin in and hitting him with the Disrupter! 1…2….3!
Despite being in less than top shape, Stan still is victorious!
Phillip: Here is your winner, Stan Vishis!
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