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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 30, 2009 15:49:57 GMT -5
LIVIN' IN A VAN...DOWN BY THE RIVER! [/size] [/center] We fade up to the scene of Kevin Andreson making his way through some foliage and bushes. He pushes aside a branch from a tree and damn near trips down a slight slope. Anderson is wearing a black t-shirt and is holding a microphone in his right hand. The camera man that has been assigned to him is following him down the slope. Anderson finally makes his way to flat ground and looks around. The only thing around him is..trees.. K.ANDERSON:[/color] Why would they send me out here? Really..COME ON! The camera man, who is named Jay Williams speaks up. J. WILLIAMS:[/color] Why DID they send us out here anyway? K.ANDERSON:[/color] APPARENTLY, there is some really awesome wrestler who ACW wants. Gingerdude sent me to find him. They were supposed to send a Road Agent, but they didn't..they sent me! You believe that? J. WILLIAMS:[/color] Yeah, I do actually...So, why are we..here? Shouldn't we be at this guy's house? K.ANDERSON:[/color] That's the thing! This guy doesn't have a house. J. WILLIAMS:[/color] He doesn't have a house? K.ANDERSON:[/color] No house. J. WILLIAMS:[/color] So how in the hell do we find him? K.ANDERSON:[/color] I've got a hot lead that he is around these parts. Anderson shrugs his shoulders as he trips over a vine on the ground. He falls face first into the a pile of mud. His black shirt is now completely stained with mud as the camera man just looks down at him and chuckles, not even helping him up. Anderson stands up and looks down at his shirt and sighs. K.ANDERSON:[/color] Unbelievable. You've got to be joking me... Anderson, rather pissed off, begins to walk toward a river he can see about 35 feet away from him. Anderson kneels down and attempts to clean some mud off using some of the water from the river. He looks over to the right and sees a blue van with a white decal on the side. K.ANDERSON:[/color] I think we've found it. J. WILLIAMS:[/color] A van? K.ANDERSON:[/color] Down by a river. J. WILLIAMS:[/color] How do you know it's this river? K.ANDERSON:[/color] There is only one river around here. J. WILLIAMS:[/color] It's an island. He can be anywhere.. K.ANDERSON:[/color] Shut up. J. WILLIAMS:[/color] He's not going to be there.. And with that Anderson knocks on the sliding door of the blue van. Anderson looks in the front window. He isn't able to see a thing. Suddenly the sliding door opens up..and a huge puff of smoke comes out with it. Along with the smoke is a man who is kneeling down, with his brown hair in his face a bit. He whips his hair around and smirks, only before coughing and letting out a huge cloud of smoke himself. K.ANDERSON:[/color] You Davey? D.DICKINSON:[/color] Yeah. 'Sup man? An ounce is 20 and I've got a dime I can hook you up with. What are you looking for?K.ANDERSON:[/color] Errr..? Are you Davey Dickinson? Professional wrestler? D.DICKINSON:[/color] Oh yeah. I guess I am.K.ANDERSON:[/color] Um, can I talk to you for a minute? D.DICKINSON:[/color] Ugh..what are we doing right now?K.ANDERSON:[/color] I mean..can I..come in? D.DICKINSON:[/color] Yeah, I guess so. Hold on.Davey turns around and kicks a bunch of trash out of the van and onto the ground. Anderson and the cameraman, Williams enter the van and sit down on the ground. A man is seen sitting on the ground with a huge glass bong between his legs. It leads up to his mouth. He holds a lighter to the stem and lights the bowl. A large amount of smoke appears as the water in it bubbles from the man sucking in it. He removes the stem and the smoke rushes into the guy's throat. He inhales it and holds it in for quite some time. We now notice that sitting next to him is a slim blond haired girl who is probably about 20 years old or so. She is wearing a brown tank top and some torn up blue jeans with flipflops. At this point, we're able to see the attire of Davey Dickinson. He's wearing a really torn up Iron Maiden shirt from the "World Slavery" tour and a dirty pair of jeans. He smirks as the man releases a huge amount of smoke into the van which is now being hot-boxed. K.ANDERSON:[/color] W-What is going on in here? D.DICKINSON:[/color] We're just havin' a good time man. Learn to live a little, bro.K.ANDERSON:[/color] And who are these people? D.DICKINSON:[/color] This little lady here is my girlfriend, Sara Brooks. And well..this guy..what's your name, man?S.JONES:[/color] Shawn. Shawn Jones. Thanks for smokin' me out man. You've got some dank shit.D.DICKINSON:[/color] Yeah man. That's what I'm all about. I share the wealth. So, you came to smoke out or what man?K.ANDERSON:[/color] No. I'm from ACW. D.DICKINSON:[/color] Ah man. You're a narc? Nah man! You gotta get outta here right now man. I don't dig that narc bullshit.K.ANDERSON:[/color] I'm not a narc. ACW, the wrestling company. D.DICKINSON:[/color] Oh word?K.ANDERSON:[/color] Yeah word. S. BROOKS:[/color] So, what do you want then man? Do you like...want some stuff? I mean we like..we just got some really good acid. You should try it. Like...you really should try it. It's like, really good. K.ANDERSON:[/color] Uhhh, no thanks. S. BROOKS:[/color] You're like, missing out. K.ANDERSON:[/color] But I am here to offer you something. D.DICKINSON:[/color] Oh. No it's cool. I only accept money for my stuff. Besides Sara got me more than covered.K.ANDERSON:[/color] Ugh, no. I have an ACW contract for you. If you choose to sign, you'll become an official ACW superstar. What do you say? Anderson reaches into his backpocket and removes an ACW contract. He hands it to Dickinson as the bong makes it way to Dickinson. D.DICKINSON:[/color] One sec.Dickinson, in typical stoner fashion, chooses his bong over his contract. He takes a huge hit from it and holds the smoke in. He holds the bong in his legs as he grabs the contract from Anderson. K.ANDERSON:[/color] As you can see, this contract outlines what you'd be paid per month. I believe the offer is more than enough, right? Dickinson begins to cough and lets out all of the smoke from his nose. His eyes seem to bulge out of his sockets as he looks at the dollar amount. S. BROOKS:[/color] That's like, a lot of money. D.DICKINSON:[/color] That's like, a lot of weed.K.ANDERSON:[/color] So I believe we have a deal? D.DICKINSON:[/color] Yeah, do you have another contract though?K.ANDERSON:[/color] Why...? D.DICKINSON:[/color] For ugh...a scrapbook I'm making of my career.Anderson looks a bit perplexed by this and removes a spare contract from his pocket. He hands it over to Dickinson who signs the original and hands it back. He reaches into the driver seat and pulls out a bag of weed. He rips off the first page of the contract and folds it a bit. He begins to pour to marijuana into the crease and roll it ever so gently. He finishes in record time and licks the sides, making the perfect joint from his contract! D.DICKINSON:[/color] Alright man. You tell ACW that I'm comin'. And I'm gonna' smoke 'em all out! Hahaha!He lights up the contract/joint and puffs on it with a grin on his face. He inhales and lets out some smoke as he passes it to Sara Brooks. She takes a big hit from it and grins. S. BROOKS:[/color] You can tell them that like, I'm coming to. D.DICKINSON:[/color] Yeah! Tell 'em man!He motions to leave the van. D.DICKINSON:[/color] Wait man! You're just gonna' leave. You don't wanna smoke?K.ANDERSON:[/color] I don't do drugs. Dickinson smirks as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 30, 2009 15:50:36 GMT -5
Donning the New Guise Credit: Danny Mainer After coming fourth place in the big Fallen Heroes Battle Royale and losing a precious, priceless and extremely dangerous amulet to that fat piece of shit Thunder Train. Through the hard, pouring rain Mainer walks down with his head hung low as he has no match for this evenings contest. Dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a black band t-shirt he’s soaked to every inch of his body and his clothes are gonna’ need a long ass time in the tumble drier before they’re wearable again. Danny spits in disgust at his terrible luck as he clutches a can of Relentless in his right hand, examining the label closely as he prepares to crack it open and take a nice long sip of it to calm his nerves as the droplets of water run down his face like tears, undistinguishable from the rest if it was the real thing and he was actually crying. Danny sighs deeply and takes a seat on the edge of the curb as he realizes that right now he has nobody to turn to.
Raymond King took advantage of having a night off and is back in The Land of The Rising Sun no doubt completely rat-arsed off of sake and face-deep in the cleavage of a scantily clad Cosplay Girl, probably like the Vampire Chick that kills all of them in that PS2 series, Blood Rayne. The only person that Mainer could really have hung out with tonight is his now ex-girlfriend Amelia Frost but as is indicated by the fact she’s now an ex he earlier in the night caught her doing things she should not with another male. He looks at the little rivers of rain in the gutters below him and muses on what were to happen if he were to just curl up and die in the gutter and if anybody but his Japanese Superstalker Kimiko Hata would care. Is this the start of a depression? No. Danny drops his head and burns in his loneliness for a few more moments until something grabs his attention.
Headlights. Looking at the source of where they come from Danny Mainer notices a luxury Lexus slowly rolling towards him, the bright-white custom headlights blinding him as he tries to get a good look at the driver. Through blacked out windows Danny Mainer makes out nothing and so he shields his eyes from the glaring and bright white light until the car pulls to a stop with the rear left door right in front of his eyes. The door pops open seamlessly on the well oiled hinges and a young, sharp-dressed man in the back with a trench coat, a trilby and a stern sense of manner beckons him into the car with a hand gesture. Mainer knows better then to get into the car with a total stranger but when the man in the hat pulls out a handful of sweets Mainer is sold. Mainer wipes the soggy hair out of his eyes and climbs into the car shutting the door behind him. The second the door slams shut the car speeds off into the night as Mainer chomps on a handful of Haribo sweets. Danny then goes to stuff the energy drink in his pocket but the man in the hat hits a button and an arm-rest with drink holder electronically reveals itself from the leather seat. Danny smiles and puts it in.Man in the Hat: “My name is John Petrelli. I work for The Corleone Family of New York in the ACW Island branch of the family tree. We have come to you Mr. Mainer because The Don, The Godfather needs your assistance with a small matter concerning one of the members of the Alpha Championship Wrestling roster. A certain… locomotive member.” Danny Mainer: ”Sir, if I may interject-”John Petrelli: “The Don has asked you a favour, it’s an offer you cannot refuse and one that will be rewarded handsomely should you choose to do this job for us. We understand your situation Danny, we know what it’s like to be trying to claw your way back up from the bottom and we figure that as right-minded businessmen it’s in our interest as well as yours that you help us and we help you. We’re aware of your investments in Minato and we can help you out substantially with that or any other number of things we can help you with. But, first and foremost we require your help with a rather pressing matter which somewhat hinders our operations on this island. In most respects what do we do out here is fairly above board but that and our less legal activities are being impeded by a certain member of your roster that refers to himself as Thunder Train.” Danny Mainer: ”I’m no crook and I have no plans to be connected with them. I have no intentions to work with you people.”John Petrelli: “Hear us out Danny, this benefits you in many ways so it’s in your best interests to listen. We may even be able to help you find your lost love…” Caitlynn. Danny’s disagreement tendencies burn out after that and he looks at the Mafioso with an inquisitive look.Danny Mainer: ”I’m listening.”John Petrelli: “Up until now, Thunder Train in his bat-guise has been somewhat not much of a problem as in his infinite foolishness he’s tried to bust drug deals or attack people but the numbers game have caught up to him and each and every time he’s just made a fool of himself. This was last month. Things have changed now as Bat Train appears to be in the possession of a rare artifact which allows him to shoot fireballs and slow our operations down to a stand still. Up until now we could’ve just killed him but that wouldn’t brought a lot of unnecessary pressure on us while we still try and get our footing out here on the island. Now, we can’t get close to him. The amount of good men in my family that have been put away because of his fiery uppercuts or jumping hard kicks is quickly reaching hundreds and we need it stopped. Will you become adopted into The Corleone’s and help us by taking him out?” Danny thinks about it for a second until firing a return question.Danny Mainer: ”And you’ll do what for me?”John Petrelli: “We’ll give you a confirmed address and all known routines for Caitlynn. After that, what you choose to do with it is your business. Are you in?” Needing no further enticement, Danny extends his arm to shake the hands of the Mafioso.Danny Mainer: ”You have yourself a deal, Mr. Petrelli.”John warmly returns the friendly gesture and smiles brightly at him, happy that all will go as planned.John Petrelli: “Now, you can’t be decreasing the value of my beautiful car and yourself by wearing those awful jeans and t-shirt combo. You’re coming with me to reap the benefits of being connected with me, Mainer Corleone. We’re going to see my personal tailor, Salozo Peggalini. He’ll fetch you up with a nice suit and then you’re going to meet some of my boys that will help you to put Bat Train’s antics to an end. Sound good?” Danny Mainer: ”Yes Mr. Petrelli.”John Petrelli: “You’re a guest of honour in my family Mainer, call me John.” Danny and John share a warm smile and then focus on the road as the driver takes them down to Salozo Peggalini’s tailor.Mainer Corleone: ”Alright then John.”The car drives off as the rain starts to clear signalling the formation of what will almost certainly be a beautiful business relationship between these two gentlemen. Driving off into the horizon for new suits, the empty can of Relentless is launched out of the window and rolls into a gutter completely drained of juice as the screen turns to black and the dawning of a new face of Mainer goes to get a brand new suit custom made for him.FADE
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 30, 2009 15:50:58 GMT -5
Segment: Hello again (Credit: XS3/Flamingo)
The show has gotten underway as of a few moments ago and the next sound to pass through the ears of the fans is the opening riff of "Hail Destroyer". There isn't an XS3 supporter in the house tonight and they let him know it with hefty jeering. Sure enough, XS3 makes his way out from the back and soaks in the crowd's disdain for him before heading down the ramp. He makes his way into the ring and gets a mic. Shortly after his music fades, the fans start up the taunting…
YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT!
XS3: You know what? You're right! I did tap out! You think that strap of leather with some gold foil on it really appealed to me? I gave up on my title chase months ago and I only singled Jake Steele out to prove a point: I can do whatever I want with my career with no immature brat standing in my way. The only reason the world title was there is not because of destiny or fate. It just happened to be there and I decided to see if I could take it from him. Now, I walk alone in ACW and I prefer to keep things that way. And as far as Jake Steele goes… I will give the devil his due. He beat me and walked out the better man. But he forgot to do something very crucial… He didn't finish the job. That's right Jake! I'm still standing in the middle of the ring and I have my family and friends back where they belong. I hope you enjoyed being with them Jake because they sure as hell didn't enjoy being with you. As far as I'm concerned, Jake Steele and the Road Steelers are hereby nonexistant in the world of Matthew Keith Irvine.
XS3 lowers the mic and awaits for any boos to come towards him. But while the jeers are there, a small chants starts up and gradually begins to increase in volume:
Flamingo… Flamingo! FLAMINGO! FLAMINGO! FLAMINGO! FLAMINGO!
Annoyed with the chants, XS3 gets a fake smile on his face and proclaims to the world:
XS3: Why yes! I can play flamenco-styled guitar! Wow, I didn't know you philistines had it in you.
The crowd gives XS3 heat and he plays a little bit of air guitar to further mock them.
XS3: No, settle down. I know full well who you speak of. The returning hero. The man everyone has been dying to see since his announced return. Adrian Flamingo. But you're wondering why he's back. You wonder why he feels the need to oblige you puppets. My only question was "Why?" Why has a man who had an epic feud with BK London just last year chosen to target me? I asked myself that before the show even started and it suddenly dawned on me. He knows I'm the last true competitor left in ACW, one actually worthy of praise. He got bored with the thought of beating Thunderkiss for the twentieth time so he sought me out. Adrian, I want you to get your ass out here so you can see that you not only made the best decision… You also made the worst.
XS3 slowly lowers the mic and keeps his eyes glued to the entrance ramp, waiting for his challenge to be answered. A few seconds pass by and still nothing heralds any sort of return. Finally, the sounds of "Solid Gold" by the Eagles of Death Metal storms into the arena and the fans turn their head to the ramp, particularly the curtain rustling. Someone does make their way from out behind the curtain but it isn't the person XS3 was hoping for. XS3 furrows his brow and squints to get a glimpse of this man donned in a snazzy suit, sunglasses and a familiar yet unrecognizable smile.
Who is this man?
Upon closer inspection, it's none other than the uncle of Adrian Flamingo, "Miraculous" Mickey Flamingo.
The fans jump to their feet as one, letting their voices be heard for the whole world. Mickey acknowledges the fans with a bright grin that the Flamingos are well known for. He begins to make his way down the ramp and greets those who know and love him with waves before he approaches ringside. XS3 is curious as to why Mickey is out here and watches the uncle walk up the steps and go through the ropes, entering the ring. After receiving a mic from Phillip, Mickey turns to XS3, who is perplexed to say the least.
Mickey Flamingo: Hold on right thar for a minnut, Maffew...
Mickey, with the biggest smile on his face that he thought was imaginable, turned to the crowd and lowered his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose which, surprisingly enough, sparked some cat calls from some of the women in the audience. Mickey was elated to be back in ACW, the barroom brawler's last memory of ACW was when he gave his resignation to Gingerdude as well as his nephew. Eleven months had gone by though and Mickey Flamingo was back to where he felt he belonged... in front of the lights, cameras, and pretty ladies.
Mickey Flamingo: HOW YA'LL DOIN' TONIGHT?!
The crowd roared at the uncle of one of the most notorious men on the ACW roster. Mickey was a showman, just like Adrian, at heart and he just couldn't resist playing to the crowd just a little bit. Mickey absorbed their praise and love for him like a sponge and, momentarily, he felt a few years younger. However, he wasn't in ACW for pleasure at the moment, it was all business until Spring Into Hell... then the party would start!
Mickey Flamingo: God damn, I love it! The last time I heard a roar of cheers like that I was returnin' a punt 70 yards towards the Bluefield Beavers endzone! Ya'll done and made me tear up just a lil' bit.
Mickey turned towards XS3 who was beginning to grow impatient with Mickey's pandering to the crowd. Once again remembering that he was there for business, Mickey finally addressed the man that was supposed to be addressing.
Mickey Flamingo: How yew doin' tonight, Maffew? Yew havin' a good time here in lovely LIS-BON PORT-YEW-GAL?!
Alright, it was a cheap pop, but who could resist? Mickey loved praise, dammit! XS3, however, was now visibly growing impatient with the elder Flamingo.
Mickey Flamingo: Sorry about that, Maffew. I just couldn't resist doin' that! Yew know that Good Ol' Mickey loves womerns whether thar Uhmerican, Messican, or any other nationality! Anyway, Maffew, I know yew were expectin' my nephew Addie to come out here and tell yew why he chose yew instead of sumone a little more relevant like JAKE STEELE... or DAN WHITE... BUT... Addie is a man of his word, Maffew. He said he was comin' back at Spring Inta Hell and he ain't gunna go back on his word. Besides, he's got sum bidness to take care of just like I got bidness to take care of right now. Well hell, we still ain't sorted his contract out completely since that hardass Gingadude won't budge on a few small details. Don't yew worry, though, Maffew, we ain't forgot about yew, boy! Addie said he was lookin' forward to addressin' yew soon. He also hoped yew liked the flamingo we left yew... yew wouldn't believe how much Ke-rona it takes to make a bird wanna get into an unmarked van! Regardless... we'll be seein' ya at Spring Inta Hell, boy. Yew take care.
Upon finishing his piece, Mickey lowers the mic and acknowledges XS3 with a calm nod. He then sets the mic down on the canvas and walks through the ropes and begins making his way up the ramp. In the ring, XS3 is unsure of how to react for a while. As he watches Mickey leave, XS3 soon smirks and realizes that he has all the time in the world. He just needs to decide when and where to strike.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 30, 2009 15:52:51 GMT -5
Segment: Eating the New Guise (Credit: Train)
After somehow retaining his championship in the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal and beating that piece of shit Danny Mainer out for a precious, priceless amulet. Through the sunny, clear skies, Train walks down with his head up high since he has no match this evening. Dressed in his Thunder Train attire which consists of whatever you want it to be, but not nakedness because that's just wrong...but it can be right! Thunder Train eats some candy in delight at his great luck and clutches a can of Diet Coke in his right hand, examining the label closely as he prepares to crack it open and drink the whole thing at once to calm himself as the sunshine sunshines off of his face. Unlike that other pansy, Train ain't crying. Train skips down the street knowing he has a lot of friends.
Thunder Lawyer took advantage of having a night off and is back in wherever he went no doubt completely confused by Train's actions but he knows Lawyer still loves him. He thinks about Jake Steele and Lee Homicide and how awesome they are and how stupid Danny Mainer is. Train then thinks about how he has 10,000 facebook friends that all write on his wall and tries to think of a way to wash it all off. Is this the start of depression? LOLNO! Train isn't emo! Train laughs to himself before something catches his attention.
A weird looking car thing. Looking at where it's coming from Train notices a...weird looking car thing quickly coming at him, the dull-black custom headlights are useless in the daylight as Train tries to see the driver. However, he is distracted by a sign that says Free Ice Cream and disregards what he sees. The weird looking car thing pulls up next to Train and the door pops open, then falls off because its a piece of shit. Out walks a cat....in a hat. Train laughs at the mans costume but it looks to be no costume. The cat slowly approaches him and adjusts his top hat and bow tie. Train takes a bite of his free ice cream as the cat inches closer to him. Train smiles once again.
Cat in the Hat: My name is...I don't have a name..do? Anyway, I work for the Dr. Seuss family of San Diego branch of the family tree. We have come to you Mr. Train because The Seuss, The Doctor needs your assistance with a small matter concerning one of the members of the Alpha Championship Wrestling roster a certain...psycho butcher member....
Thunder Train: The Train is always hungry?
Cat in the Hat: The Seuss has asked you a favor, it's an offer you cannot refuse and one that should be rewarded greatly should you choose to do this job for us. We understand your situation Train we know what it's like trying to eat your way back from the bottom of the buffet and we figure that as left-minded business...creatures it's in our interest as well as yours that you help us and we help you. We are aware of your investments in McDonalds and we can help you out a ton with that or anything else. But we need your help with a rather pressing manner that hinders our operations on this island. What we do here is legal but our less illegal activities are being killed by Danny Mainer!
Thunder Train: I am not a crook! I am not a crook! I will not work with you people on a boat, I will not work with you with my coat. I will not see you in my house, I will not feed you with a mouse. However, I do like green eggs and ham, I really love them Train I am.
Cat in the Hat: Hear us out Train, this doesn't benefit you at all so its in our best interest that you listen to what happens when you talk to us. We may be able to find your lost love...
Pepperoni. Train’s disagreement actions burn out after that and he looks at the Cat with an inquisitive look.
Cat in the Hat: Up until now, Danny Mainer in his emo-guise has been not much problem because of his infinite emoness. He's tried to bust some fun deals or attack people but the letters game have caught up to him and each and every time he's just made an idiot of himself. This was last week. Things have changed now as Danny Mainer appears to be in the possession of...OH WAIT NOTHING LOLOLOL. But seriously, you need to make sure you keep that amulet away from him or else he will ruin our fun mining activities! You need to shoot him in the face with a fireball. Cool?
Train looks at his ice cream then fires back a question.
Thunder Train: Which flavor do you like best?
Cat in the Hat: Chocolate. After that you choose to what it is your business...is....
Needing no further enticement, Train extends his arm to shake the paws of the cat.
Thunder Train: Good choice...
The cat warmly returns the friendly gesture and smiles brightly at him, happy that all will go as planned.
Cat in the Hat: Now, you can't be increasing the value of my car with your weird attire. You are going to reap the benefits of being connected to me Bat Train! We are going to see my personal tailors, Thing 1 and Thing 2. They will give you a nice weird looking overall thing. And you are going to meet some of the other fictional characters that make this feud funny. Sound good?
Thunder Train: Yes dawg...I mean cat...
Cat in the Hat: That's right bitch...I'm a cat in a mother fucking hat.
Train and Cat share a warm smile and then focus on the road as the weird car takes them to Thing 1 and Thing 2s workshop place.
Thunder Train: OK...bitch...
The weird car thing flies off as the sun continues to shine, showing that nothing bad will ever happen because Train rules. Flying off into the horizon for new jumpsuits, the empty street of all food weeps in knowing that the economy has failed them. Train looks back and waves at the crazy people who want him dead.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 30, 2009 15:53:15 GMT -5
Match 2: VorteX Vs. Gary
“Out of the Ashes” hits as Vortex emerges from the backstage area, signature ladder poised upon his shoulder. Vortex makes his way down to the ring, sets his ladder aside, rolls in, and looks at the entrance anticipating his opponent’s arrival. “Loser” hits and the camera once again focuses on the entrance ramp, although Gary is nowhere to be found. This prompts booing from the crowd as they fear that Gary has actually no-showed.
The chorus of boos seem to suddenly stop on a dime and switch to cheers, as Gary has taken the unconventional method of emerging from…under the ring. Vortex is clueless, and Gary climbs up onto the apron and springboards off the ropes, into the ring, and on top of Vortex. The two men untangle and regain a vertical base. Gary looks to be fired up and begins shadow boxing, Vortex just smirks at Gary, more than a little amused by his unconventional entrance.
Bell rings.
The two men lock up momentarily before Vortex slips around the back of Gary and puts him in a hammerlock. Vortex shoves Gary forward into the ropes and attempts to clothesline him on the rebound, although Gary ducks under the clothesline in a surprising display of agility.
The two men lock up again and Gary hits Vortex in the midsection and then immediately goes for an early DDT. Unfortunately for Gary, his hold is weak and Vortex is able to power out of the move, spin Gary around once more, and hit a forceful Release German Suplex.
Maxwell McNally: That one had to hurt! “Fast” Eddie Edison: I doubt we’ll see any more shadow boxing from Gary tonight!
This causes a pop from the crowd and a large thud as Gary hits the mat hard. Vortex waits a moment for Gary to rise to his knees and then hits a lighting quick running Enzuigiri that nearly knocks Gary unconscious.
Maxwell McNally: Good Lord!
Gary slumps to the mat and Vortex applies the Cattle Catch, which could have been match ending if not for Gary’s fortunate position near the ropes. Gary is able to roll himself into the ropes, which causes the submission to break.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Gary must be fighting on instinct at this point!
The two men regain a vertical base once more, and Gary looks to be tiring fast. Vortex notices this and runs at Gary, only to be surprised with a desperation armdrag. Vortex rolls to his feet and Gary runs to the ropes, rebounds, and looks for the big boot. The boot has nowhere near enough force to topple Vortex, and he is able to catch Gary’s foot with ease.
Maxwell McNally: This doesn’t look good for Gary!
Gary looks surprised, and is even more surprised when he’s hit with a short arm clothesline. The impact dazes Gary, and Vortex picks him up and puts him in position for the Psychosurgery.
He lets Gary hang for a moment before finishing the move, which causes a roar from crowd and nets him the pinfall.
Philip: Here is your winner…Vortex!
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 30, 2009 15:54:27 GMT -5
One More Round? Dan White It's a somewhat solemn time in the Dan White camp. He relied absolutely everything on winning Fallen Heroes, and yet he was unable to go through with his plans. Most people would have been delighted with second place, but second place is not good enough. Not for Dan. It wasn't just that he was unable to do what he needed to do, but that failure to win means that he doesn't even have a contract anymore with ACW.
But the camera opens up in the outside of the Pavilhão Atlântico arena in Lisbon, Portugal, and there's a huge pop as a rather dejected Dan White walks towards the entrance of the arena. He's got a kit bag over his shoulder, but he looks like a broken man. He looks in a state that we've not seen the Welshman in for a very long time. But even so, his mere presence here tonight speaks volumes. And the Portuguese crowd are going crazy, anticipating something awesome to happen tonight.
But there's a hitch, Dan makes his way up to the door of the backstage, and he's met with two Bodyguards.Bodyguard 1: Hey sorry Dan, but you're not on the list. I'm sorry but I can't let you on. Dan crocks an eyebrow, before rolling his eyes with disappointment.Bodyguard 2: You don't have a contract here anymore. Gingerdude's orders, Dan. Nobody without a contract gets into the building. Dan sighs, looking to the ground, with hands on his hips. There's more anticipation from the crowd. They want to see the Welshman explode, to fire fists like nobody's business, and to hijack the arena. They want to see him find Thunderkiss, and to get absolutely mental on him. They want a repeat of last year, where Dan White rendered Senator useless, so that the Welsh Dragon books himself in the main event at Omega Effect Five.
...But instead, Dan sighs again. He turns around, and makes his way towards his car.
Fade out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 30, 2009 15:55:00 GMT -5
Title: Playing dem Pokeman’s Credit: Chris Phenomenal The scene opens in the backstage area of the Pavilhao Atlántico in Lisbon, Portugal, more specifically the locker room of the Mega Star Alliance. Inside, sitting all by himself is Chris Phenomenal, a Nintendo DS in his hand reliving the joys of youth that an impoverished childhood was never able to satisfy.Chris Phenomenal: Oh Fuck yeah this on, son bitch you’re going down.With that the camera focuses in on the game screen, showing the game that Chris is playing, the new Pokemon Platinum. More specifically he is linked up through Nintendo Wi-Fi and about to engage in combat with someone named Mike, whoever the hell that is. Chris Phenomenal: Let‘s make like John McCarthy and GET IT ON!!!.With that the camera focuses in as Chris sends out his first pokemon.With that the camera focuses in on his opponents pokemon.Chris Phenomenal: Oh bitch is on, shit figures he‘s gon have the advantage but he doesn‘t now what I got going on here.Unbeknownst to Mike, Chris’ Arcanine is built capitalize on it’s high base attack as well as switching in for counters.. Chris locks in his extremespeed, further powered up by Arcanine’s held item which increases the power of normal attacks. With that Mike locks in his attack and Arcanine goes first, connecting with extreme speed and nearly killing the foes Alakazam. With that ‘Zam launches back with Psychic, taking about half of Arcanines HP out.Chris Phenomenal: I know what this fucker is going to do.Chris decides to change up strategy taking a chance that the opponent will be switching out. His decision however is complicated by the thought process of whether the oppoentn will switch to a rock or ghost type pokemon. Chris decides to gamble on Rock, knowing the power of Rhyperior and decides to launch a solar beam. With that the battle is on and sure enough Mike switches out to…Chris is right in knowing the move his opponent is going to use, catching his opponent in a catch twenty two as Rhyperior will be dominated by the launching of a solarbeam. The turn rolls over as Arcanine is ready to launch his solar beam. Mike however is not going to let his opponent go to waist switching back to
Who takes the hit and is knocked out, Chris now up 6-5 in this ragin’ battle.Chris Phenomenal: Here we go, here we go. Shit‘s going down.With his Alakazam fainted Mike decides that he has had enough of Arcanine and sends back out his
Rhyperior. Chris looks on, racking his brain thinking what his opponent is going to do. He knows the threat of an imminent earth quake but thinks that Mike will be expecting the switch to a part flying type to avoid the move, as well as possibly a water type. Chris hit’s the button to switch his pokemon and is tempted to bring in Gyrados but decides not to, instead deciding to take a chance that he is going to be proven right. Chris backs out, choosing to once again launch a solar beam at Rhyperior. Arcanine loads up his solar beam and sure enough his opponent counters with a thunderbolt, expecting the switch to Gyrados or Starmie. The Thunderbolt isn’t effective against Arcanine, only reducing his HP to about a quarter of what it originally was. Now faced with the tough choice, once again, Mike decides to switch out his pokemon, choosing to instead send into batttle…
Leafeon. Leafeon takes the solar beam hit but it does little to no damage at all. That said however Chris knows that Leafeon is going to be switching out to avoid the flamethrower strike, but that he wont be seeing Rhyperior out soon. Chris selects the third move of Arcanine’s, Hyperbeam as the Leafeon switches out, revealing the opponents,
Milotic, the impregnable special defence wall. Mike wasn’t expecting a hyper beam however, taking two thirds of Milotics health away but leaving himself susceptible to Milotics surf, knocking out the Arcanine, evening the score at five poke man a piece.Chris Phenomenal: That fucker is gon get some know, cause here comes the pain.Chris sends in one of his newest favourite pokemon, Porygon Z, the special attack mastermind to take down the wall. Chris selects the one move that will work no matter the situation, Nasty Plot. Chris once again out maneuvers his opponent who switches out the Milotic fearing a Thunderbolt from Porygon Z and brings back in
With Leafeon back in Chris selects ice beam, knowing he is going to take a shot. Leafeon comes back with toixc, badly poisoning Porygon Z. From there though Leafeon takes the icebeam hit and knocks out the foes Leafeon with one shot.Chris Phenomenal: FUCK YEAH!!!Chris elation is short lived however as all of the sudden the screen is blank, the opponent having disconnected from his WI-FI connection sensing the imminent defeat and not wanting to ruin his flawless win loss record.Chris Phenomenal: Mother fucker, you fucking piece of bull shit, you fucking cunt licking, son of a mother fucking bitch, you...Chris angry tirade continues as the door opens and WCW walks right into the storm. Sensing imminent danger WCW decides to shut the door, just in the nick of time as well as a folding chair hits right behind where his head previously was, denting the frame. Chris’ breathing is still forced as the scene begins to fade away, the question being how one can get so upset over a game of pokemon.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 30, 2009 15:55:42 GMT -5
“TURN THE LIGHTS ON” Credit: Dave Shadow, Thunderkiss [Life on the road for a professional wrestler is never easy. One must contend with endless miles of road to travel, different living accommodations every night and the emotional duress of being away from one’s family for long periods of time. It is a profession that takes as much as it gives and this past Saturday it took dearly from Thunderkiss. His half sister still mending in a Manchester hospital a half a world away, Thunderkiss has returned back home to California to clear his head and escape the vortex of despair that was dangerously close to pulling him in. However, he has not removed all reminders of his profession for accompanying him on this trip is none other than his better half in Zero Tolerance, Dave Shadow. At times such as these it’s important to have a friend to lean on and this trip serves yet another purpose, to make Dave’s shoulder an even more comfortable place to rest his troubles. As the sun brings a long day of sight seeing and reminiscing to an end, Dave and Thunderkiss now walk the streets of Los Angeles, approaching a long lost land mark that Thunderkiss fans instantly recognize. Back in its hay day tales of its wickedness would bring a sinful smile across the lips of the purest of the pure. Since that time it has gone under many renovations. Is it about to go through yet another?] Thunderkiss: Dave, you and I need to bond. Now move those eyebrows down because that’s not the kind of bonding I’m talking about. I know you’re still somewhat of a new kid on the block, so let me bring forth some names I’m sure you’ve heard of. The Entourage. The Senatorial Stable. Double Penetration. What do they all have in common? Dave:Well, the obvious answer is they were all stables...Thunderkiss: BINGO, but Dave, there is so much more to that answer than that. Inside each of those groups were memories that will last a life time. This may come as a surprise pal, it often does to me for I question my own sanity in remembering it true, but I used to have the time of my life with XS3 and Zero. We were the party and where ever we went, sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll followed. Even when I had my mid-life crisis and sported the white polo shirt the Senator and I had some pretty fun outings during my Stable days. And Fallen Souls? The smile on my face should say it all. Good bless that man, where ever he is.Dave: So what, you think I'm not fun?Thunderkiss: Not at all, Shadow. Not at all. What I’m trying to say is that Zero Tolerance and Double Deuce have both barely slid out of the womb and are still covered in blood and placenta. Dave: That's....really disgusting. But I guess it works as an analogy.Thunderkiss: Thanks. Take into account that Ginger has had us doing nothing but promotional gigs for the past few weeks and how can any fun memories be had? It’s been nothing but work, work and more work. I’m ready to play, Dave. The big man is ready to do a little unwinding! Remember when I told you how you need to get out more at Fallen Heroes?[With a pinch of nervousness in his voice, Dave answers.] Dave:Yeeeah....Thunderkiss: Well, if my eyes do not deceive me, you’re most definitely out. Now that I have accomplished step one, it’s time to move onto the next. Dave ... [What was once endless feet of sidewalk has finally come to an end. There, standing directly in front of Ginger’s two right hand men is a set of double steel doors. What lies on the other side is anyone’s guess but Thunderkiss’. He knows exactly what they conceal and with a hint of giddiness in his hands he brings an end to the mystery.] Thunderkiss: Welcome to my world.
Dave: What....what is this?
Thunderkiss: Your new club, partner.
[Unbeknownst to Dave, his legs continue to carry him as if he is attached to Thunderkiss like a rope. Their conversation has taken them to directly to the center of the dance floor where Thunderkiss throws his hands up amidst the strobe lights and christens his new project - ]
Thunderkiss: DEUCES!
[Dave stands mouth agape. Did Thunderkiss just say his club? Surely his tag partner must be joking. If he wanted to make a good impression, a new pair of wrestling boots or perhaps a gym membership would be sufficient. But a club? Get out of town.]
Dave:You got me a club? Jesus, is this all mine?
Thunderkiss: Well, technically it’s ours, Dave. We’re co-owners in this venture. I know, I know, like you need another responsibility. Right? Well here’s the beauty in it all, Shadow. You don’t have to lift a damn finger! I’ve got my own people to take care of the heavy lifting. Our role here is simple, we come in and use this place to satisfy our needs while making a steady profit all the while. God bless the American dream, brother! But that is neither here nor there at the moment. As I said earlier, it’s time for us to kick our feet up and this doctor knows exactly what prescription to write. COME ON DAVE, TIME TO GO CAROLING!
Dave: Wait, what? It's not Christmas.
Thunderkiss: That’s what you think. Dave, I’d like to introduce you to -
[Thunderkiss’ arm stretches outwards and Dave’s eyes follows it to the tips of his fingers. There, we see a group of women huddled together that could only best be described as a Playboy Playmate all you can eat buffet.]
Carole 1: Hi, I’m Carole number one.
Carole 2: Hi, I’m Carole number two.
Carole 3: Hi, I’m Carole number three.
Carole 4: Hi, I’m Carole number four.
Carole 5: Hi, I’m Carole number five.
Carole 6: Hi, I’m Carole number six.
Carole 7: Hi, I’m Carole number seven.
Thunderkiss: Ho, Ho, Ho! Santa’s big ‘ol sack is a little heavy girls. Who wants to be his special helper and lift it?
All Caroles in Unison: WE DO!
[Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Thunderkiss scurries his way over to the capitol of Bootyland and puts his arms around many of its citizens as he can. All the while giving Dave a head nod as if to tell him it’s turn. It’s do or die time for Dave Shadow. Shall he accompany Thunderkiss on his highway to hell or take the higher road?. Surely it’s a tough choice for a man who fancies himself as a gentlemen, but on glimpse at the “assets” that await him makes this decision as they say, academic.]
Dave: Time to show you girls why they used to call me the Candyman.
Thunderkiss: Thatta’ boy!
[As AC/DC once sang, “hey momma, I’m on my way to the promised land.” Indeed you are, Dave Shadow. Indeed you are.]
[FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 30, 2009 15:56:04 GMT -5
French Fried Puh-taters... MmmmHmmm The Reprobate The scene opens up on a busy city street. The camera moves to the left to reveal a high class looking establishment, possibly a restaurant or a lounge. The camera moves up to reveal a large sign in multicolored font... "Tits Я Us"
The camera turns to reveal The Reprobate and Christina Hernandez walking towards the building.Rep: My second favorite place in the world. My first is the boiler room. Any boiler room in any arena will do. This is my second favorite type of place. Follow. Rep crosses the street without looking either way and almost gets hit by a car that screeches, but Rep is unaffected and continues walking as if he didn't even notice the car. Christina however is four steps behind and carefully looks both ways before quickly shuffling past the car that almost hits Rep, which sits and honks at the couple.
They enter the building as the camera follows inside. When it enters, they are no where to be found. The camera catches a glimpse of a stairwell and sees the door close. It follows, goes past the door, and walks up. It goes passed a door on the left and enters. The Reprobate sits on a purple leopard skin sofa. Christina sits with her legs crossed next to him. Two strippers enter the room from behind a large mirror wall. They dance on the pole in the center of the room and begin to kiss. Suddenly, the scene is interrupted by an older looking man with a large broom. He sweeps up the ground with the broom and gets in the way between the two strippers. They stop and get angry as the broom hits their feet.: Sorreh ladies. Gotta clean up. Mmhmm. Rep: How many times do I have to tell you to wait until they're finished? : Sorreh, Rep. Just tryna. You know. Rep: Well don't... let it HAPPEN... AGAIN! : Mmhmm. Rep gets to his feet and exits the room as Christina gives this janitor man a dirty look and follows. He then, with broom in hand, follows as well. The camera does the same and goes down the stairs to reveal The Reprobate standing at a food court. He orders three beers (for himself) and french fries (for Christina) The janitor man creeps up behind Christina.: Mmhmm. I sure do loves me some french fried taters. Without a word, Christina looks at this janitor with an estranged look and then turns to Rep.Rep: If you're gonna follow us, follow us when it matters. Follow us to the ACW arena. : Yummhmm. I seen you on that there rasslin program. Mighty fine television. Yes indeed. Course I watch the show every Thursday. Monday is Wing night. Mmhmm. Rep: This Monday... be there, Peter. : Yerp. Rep turns and begins to drink his beers. As he is turned away, Peter attempts to look over Christina's body. Rep somehow sees this and turns his neck quickly, grabs Peter's broom, and cracks it over his head. He then walks off as the camera zooms in on Peter.: Yerp. A-C-Dubya. Yerp. Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 30, 2009 15:57:24 GMT -5
Segment: Night of Champions: The Card Revealed Credit: Jake Steele / ??
As we return from Meltdown, "Ginger's Theme" is playing through the Pavilhão Atlântico, and to massive jeering we see Chairman Gingerdude standing in the center of the ring, with his usual apparel; suit, tie, suit paints and his famous red curly hair. He also has a microphone in hand, with one hand behind his back as he looks out into the crowd with a look of sick disgust on his face. He shakes his head at their disrespect of him, and he opts to get to the point, and get away from these ingrates as soon as possible.
Chairman Gingerdude:[/color] Right, I am not here for your approval, or your disapproval. I am here to discuss one thing, and one thing only - the Night of Champions. This will be a very special edition of Warfare, as ALL CHAMPIONS WILL DEFEND. That also means that if the Road Steelers are able to keep hold of their Tag Team Championships tonight, against Jonny Spade and his partner, Jake Steele WILL defend both titles in separate contest on that night. Let's see if your "hero" can manage that!
There was a brief pop for the announcement of the Night of Champions, but that subsided rather quickly with the mention of Jake Steele having to compete two times in one night, which could possibly mean the end of one, if not both of his title reigns. Ginger continues.
Chairman Gingerdude:[/color] Moving on. Tonight I will be announcing the very packed card for this show, and the very first match is ...
People focus their eyes towards the titantron, as an match screen appears over the titantron. Pictures of Danny Mainer and Rawt Ross side by side with a table in the middle flash, giving word to the first match on the card.
Chairman Gingerdude:[/color] Danny Mainer vs. Rawt "The Crippler" Ross! In a Tables Match! The Streak is on the line here as well, and this very well may be Rawt's strangest and toughest challenge yet.
The next pictures are Hollywood Mach and Dave Shadow. The latter picture brings a smile to the Chairman's face, but overall both men receive plenty of dislike from the fans.
Chairman Gingerdude:[/color] Hollywood Mach vs. one half of Zero Tolerance - Dave Shadow, in a Falls Count Anywhere match! On behalf of Shadow, I will say that he is more than prepared for victory against the "MegaStar", and new No. 1 Contender.
The Tag Team Championships are next flashed across the screen, before a box with the pictures Jake Steele and Lee Homicide are shown on splitscreen, with Spade and a mystery man next to them. In the other picture box are The Senator's, Senatorial Henchmen, The Capitalists. This receives a pop mostly from The Road Steelers on screen.
Chairman Gingerdude:[/color] ...And the first Championship match of the night... The Tag Team Champions, whoever they may be by the end of the night, defending against The Capitalists!
Next shown are the faces of the Entertainment Champion, Chris Phenomenal and Jason Freeman. Massive boos on the part of Freeman, with a tweener pop for Phenomenal.
Chairman Gingerdude:[/color] The second championship match of the night will see the current, not so entertaining, Entertainment Champion Chris Phenomenal - competing against Jason Freeman!
Thunder Train is shown next, his International Championship over his shoulder as he has a goofy picture taken for the match screen. The fans pop for him, but some pop, more boo and some are confused as Chairman Gingerdude is shown next to him, as the boss usually isn't one to step inside of the ring these days. Gingerdude explains.
Chairman Gingerdude:[/color] I looked far and wide for someone to face Thunder Train, and those who were asked decided to not compete, or they already are in competition. So, for the International Championship, none other than that fat waste of a human body, Thunder Train, will defend his title against ... Me! But oh no, this won't be any match. This match will be a Street Fight! Anything goes, and I personally have trained with Thunderkiss and Shadow to make sure that not only will Train NOT walk out with his title, but he will not walk out with his career either! It's time that I take matters into my own hands to terminate this bloody giant pest!
The fans express their disdain for Gingerdude's words, hoping that Train breaks him in half as Ginger flashes a sick looking smirk, his hate for Train very clear. The titantron flashes again, this time to a gigantic mass of cheering, as Jake Steele; World Champion appears in a match screen. There is even more of an pop as the fans begin to notice his opponent, who Gingerdude is ready to reveal.
Chairman Gingerdude:[/color] And for the final match, I promised the return of a ex-champion and well, we'll have one. Because going up against Jake Steele will be the returning... ANDREW... STARR!
Gingerdude smiles as the cheering continues, "Ginger's Theme" hits and he walks off, heading back to his office as fast as he can.
As Gingerdude dissappears behing the Alphatron, the quality of the video mysteriously takes a negative turn. The reason why becomes obvious as the camera pans back to reveal a TV set place in the corner of a busy pub in Scotland. Sitting near the TV, watching with a pint in hand, is a clearly disheveled Andrew Starr. Speech slurred, eyes wide in surprise, Starr reacts to what he thought he heard.
Andrew Starr: Wha' di' he jussay?!
Starr looks over at the bartender, who obviously has no clue that he is talking to the guy whos name was just announced.
Bartender: He just said something about steel and stars... Who cares, I cant believe I let you put this drivel on instead of the Manchester United match. Bloody Americans...
Andrew Starr: Steel ahn stars? Did 'e say Andrew Starr?[/color]
Bartender: Yeah, thats sounds right. Now, finish yer pint and get out. Youve been in here every night for nearly a week, not sayin' nothin' to no one. Whats yer name even?
Starr looks at his pint, downs it, and puts the glass on the bar. He looks the bartender straight in the eye.
Andrew Starr: Mah name ish Andrew Starr. And fuck Gingerdude and that ACW shit. Jake Steele can shove that title straight up his ass. I aint coming out of my retirement again to entertain those fans who draw into that kind of champion.[/color]
And with that, Starr stumbles out of the pub, mumbling something about not dealing with this shit anymore. The bartender looks on and shakes his head as the door closes behind Starr.
As the camera begins to fade, several questions arise concerning monday's Night of Champions.
Who cares about anything besides the real question, though?
Will Andrew Starr show up on monday for his match?
"??" Credit goes to Andrew Starr, clearly.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 30, 2009 15:58:15 GMT -5
”Tailor Made” Credit: Danny Mainer & Josh Ro-Nah, as if. In Peggalini’s tailor shop in the Little Italy district of ACW City, Danny Mainer stands in a changing booth in his bare boxers feeling rather unnerved as a particularly effeminate Italian tailor, Salozo Peggalini takes the tape measure a little too far up his jaffers. He winces at the icy cold finger of the master seamstress as his torture is observed under the watchful eye of John Petrelli who has a rather glee-filled smirk enjoying Danny’s suffering as the male fashionista destroys his dignity and causes his genitalia to invert itself never to be seen again. Salozo grabs his arms and puts them out in a wing span and gets some measurements going jotting them down on a piece of paper for future reference with manic glee. He then grabs a clipboard and wanders around him eyeing up the Mafia-Man/Wrestler Mainer Corleone under his new guise.
With a grin, he turns on his heels and looks up the keyboard and begins to check off things that would either work for Danny looking like a twat or looking like an effeminate ponce. After whittling down the options ‘til there’s very little left to be said on the list that would make Danny look good Salozo puts on a huge grin as Danny grows impatient of being made to stand in public display with no clothes on.Salozo Peggalini: “Brilliant. I think I’ve found the spiciest little number for you my little chicky. Someone with your PERFECT physique will look like a fashion messiah when I’m finished with you. You’ll be the hottest face in Wrestling when you’re all suited up nice and tidy like a good, natural man. I don’t like scrubby little boys in my shop, no siree. I like real men that not only demand power but get it with their tenacity. I can tell you’re a tenacious little man Mainer. You’re a Corleone, you’ve got a thirst for life no matter who it belongs to, you’re like the lone desert vulture strangling and violating anything that comes your way for whatever it’s worth and then you spit what’s left on the residue on the ground and-“ John Petrelli: “Enough, Salozo.” Salozo Peggalini: “Yes sir.” Danny Mainer: ”Can we move this process on a little? My balls are sub zero degrees right now and I feel I may lose my set if I wait any longer for this damn suit. I mean, I can just go buy one from Armani or somewhere nice instead of just waiting for this-“
John Petrelli: “Tailored suits are a luxury one can not rush. There will be a large amount of envy that you will draw from all crows around you once Salozo is done making your outfit. There’s a lot to be said about a man in a nice suit and a clean cut. A man who dresses for success is a man who gets success by finishing off his business with ease. Looking good however is only halfway home, you have to know all the tricks of the trade and have that image that makes you look great before you can truly be called a professional. I’ve seen you fight Mainer Corleone, I’ve seen what you’re capable of in that wrestling ring and I’d dread to think what would happen if you stepped inside The Octagon and signed with The UFC for a few rounds or stuck to Japan with the K-1. You have so much raw fighting potential for your size and this suit will harness it and make you go for gold. Tailored suits are your key to success.”
Mainer Corleone: ”Yes, because I understood anything you just said. All I got from that was Mixed Martial Arts and being good at it. I’m way too homophobic to try and mat-wrestle with ugly ass motherfuckers like Chuck Liddel or Frank Mir.”
Salozo the tailor hits Mainer with the clipboard connecting sharply with the back of his head a little angered at his comments.
Salozo Peggalini: “Homohphobic? We’ll have none of your bigoted attitude in my art-room thank you very much. You’ve got to be able to think laterally if you want to go anywhere in life.”
John Petrelli: “Hush it, Salozo. He doesn’t need a life-lecture. Just make a suit.”
Salozo Peggalini: “I’m trying to decide what colour would suit the honorary Corleone. How about a nice dull pink colour or sunset orange?”
Mainer Corleone: “I wouldn’t be caught dead in orange. What about a light shade of grey or cream? Normal, MALE suit colours.”
John Petrelli: “Yeah, that’ll do.”
Salozo Peggalini: “Well Adrian Flamingo was a very handsome male and he used to wear pink suits all the time.”
Mainer Corleone: ”Again, I said MALE colours.”
Salozo Peggalini: “Right, right. I’ll get you something dull and regular.”
Salozo turns on his heels and minces off into the backroom as the screen temporarily fades to black. A “Four Hours Later” prompt happens and Danny is shown walking out of the tailor shop looking unbelievably smart and sensible in his dark brown suit and fedora propped onto his head, smoothing down his long black hair easily. Another thing to note is that Danny’s facial hair has changed and he now just has a degree of stubble. He’s also wearing a pair of leather gloves and has a nice pair of dark black leather shoes. Danny Mainer looks like an absolute pimp right now and John smiles at his new appearance with approval, a small box wrapped tightly in his right hand.
Mainer Corleone: ”This suit is so comfortable, those cheap ones you get down from bits and pieces in Wal-Mart ain’t got anything on this. These are the real deal. It’s so nice and warm and the material is soft. I normally hate suits but this thing feels right and I KNOW I look good.”
John Petrelli: “You know you look good and so do these people around you. They’re all looking at you and they know you’re a very wealthy and attractive male as much as it pains me to say about a guy that isn’t myself. You’re looking healthy Mainer. I know you’re gonna’ fit in just fine. I understand how hard that was having your balls grabbed by Salozo and so I’ve gotten you a gift to complete your attire.”
John hands over the small box with a big friendly grin on his face and presses it into Danny’s hand who smiles thankfully back at him as he raises it up to his vision, shaking it slightly to get an idea of what it is. Curiosity kills him and he opens it to reveal a chunky silver wrist-watch inside. Danny pulls it out and holds it up to allow its majestic beauty to glimmer in the sun. He then dons the watch and sees that the time has already been set for him.
Mainer Corleone: “It seems like you’re grooming me for things you paedophile.”
John Petrelli: “Haha, you wish.”
Mainer Corleone: “Thank you for this beautiful gift Mr. Petrelli. Is there anything you need taking care of before I start my mission and head after Bat Train?”
John thinks about it for a second and then a big idea hits his brain as he smiles in realization that he has the perfect man for the job.
John Petrelli: “Well… there is one thing you can do for me this coming Monday…”
The screen starts to fade to black as both men discuss silently to the fade out. The last thing that is seen is Mainer Corleone shaking hands with his new boss before the screen completely blacks out. What will Mainer be doing for the mob and how will it affect his ability to hunt after Train? Find out next Monday.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 30, 2009 15:59:24 GMT -5
Segment: The Money Keeps on Rolling In (Credit: Train)
We open inside of a hotel room with Thunder Lawyer going over some paperwork and Train in his Bat-Train costume. Train looks out the window, it rains a bit as he clenches his fists. Thunder Lawyer takes a drag of his cigarette then sets it into a nearby ashtray he blows out smoke in an annoyed fashion. He picks up the papers and walks over to Train.
Thunder Lawyer: Train, I've got some bad news.
Bat Train: What is it?
Thunder Lawyer: Totaling up costs of having to pay Detective Iceman, Kevin and other stupid costs for your Trainicon 09. You owe.....$540,728.72.
Bat Train: Not a problem?
Thunder Lawyer: NOT A- NOT A PROBLEM? TRAIN! YOU HAVE NO MONEY?
Bat Train: The Bat Train doesn't need money. His pay is saving the lives of those around him. Money can't do that.
Thunder Lawyer: Train, this is getting...this is getting just....too much. It's just too much, I can't handle this anymore, I quit.
Bat Train: You can't quit....
Thunder Lawyer: Oh yes I can, watch me.
Thunder Lawyer turns around and Train does nothing to stop him. Suddenly, the door bursts open and Ken and Chris walk into the room. They are out of breath and breathing hard. Ken has a piece of paper in his hand and Chris collapses onto one of the beds.
Ken: BAT TRAIN...WE...WE....WE....GOT SOMETHING....FOR YOU...
Thunder Lawyer: What the hell do you guys want?
Ken: It's...a check.....for you...
Thunder Lawyer: What?
Bat Train smirks.
Ken: We told our friends and family about you Train. It went around faster then the swine flu!
BA DUM PSHHHHHHH
Bat Train: Let me see that check.
Bat Train grabs the check and holds it up. He laughs and then hands the check to Lawyer. Lawyer's cigarette falls out of his mouth and hits the floor because his jaw has just dropped. He holds up the check....$750,000
Thunder Lawyer: H-how?
Chris: Bat Train is someone a lot of people connect with for some reason. Hell, they even came with us out there!
Thunder Lawyer: What?
Lawyer walks over to the window that Train is staring out and opens the curtain more. He looks down to the see the parking lot loaded with probably 5,000 people staring up cheering. Thunder Lawyer sits back down in a chair and looks up at Train.
Thunder Lawyer: I believe in Bat Train now.
Bat Train: Good. Because we have to take care of Mainer Corleone.
Thunder Lawyer: What does that mean?
Bat Train: A new villain that is trying to take me out. With this new found wealth and fame, we can stop him. You with me?
Thunder Lawyer: Now I am...
Bat Train: Good. Ken and Chris, I need you guys to go out and spread rumors, understand?
Ken: YES!
Bat Train: Awesome.
Train goes over and grabs the two men. He then throws them out the window into the crowd of people. Bat Train closes the curtains and looks back at Lawyer, who shakes his head again. Train walks into the bathroom as we fade out.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 30, 2009 15:59:50 GMT -5
Mr. Make You Tap Is Here Credit: Andrew Black The crowd is sitting in their seats until they hear the drum set beat of “Stimulate” by Eminem. As the chorus finally starts to play, everyone in the arena is on their feet to see the man who has left them more unfulfilled than an episode of Lost for the past five days. The only thing they can relate to the theme music is the name: Andrew Black. And now they can connect the looks; black smoke begins to pour out of the backstage and up from the stage as a picture appears on the Titantron:The camera now fades out from the picture and fades onto the stage where the smoke is starting to clear and there is a man looking down with his hands by his sides. The chorus plays again and Andrew Black bursts out of the smoke puts his arms out wide, palms up and looks to the sky, smiling wide. The man is just like he looks in the still that was on the Titantron: 5’11 white male, with blonde highlights and a fauxhawk. The crowd cheers as the newest ACW superstar as he tries his hardest to high five as many fans as he can. He goes around the perimeter of the barricade high living the fans and then he slides in to the ring. He gets on all of the turnbuckles and poses for the fans. Andrew Black is living it up, taking this experience all in. He won’t get a warm reception like this for a long time.
He takes a microphone and puts it to his face. Its obvious he never really used one of these before, he tries to hold it by the top like he is a rapper, but its a little hard with the ACW logoed block. He grabs the handle and puts the microphone to his mouth, but does it a little to hard, so a thud goes on through the PA system. There is scattered laughter and Black looks annoyed with himself. He’s screwing up his chance. Andrew Black:[/COLOR] Hello ACW! The crowd begins to cheer again and he smiles again, loving the way he can manipulate the crowd with two simple words. Andrew Black:[/COLOR] ACW, are you ready for your injection of awesome, the portion of perfection, a ration of righteousness, the one, the only Mr. Make You Tap? Because I don’t think you are! A little turned off by Black’s cocky rant some of the fans that were just cheering are now booing the newest ACW superstar, who takes it with stride, simply strutting across the ring, not listening to the new reaction. Andrew Black:[/COLOR] But that’s ok, you don’t really have a choice, because I am here to stay! I have already taken the mixed martial arts scene by storm, and now its time to make a name for myself in the squared circle. At the ripe age of eighteen years old, I promise you that I will show you something you have never seen before in ACW: pure skill. With every word that comes out of Black’s mouth, the fans seem to turn on him more and more. [/center] Andrew Black:[/COLOR] And tonight, you are also going to get a taste of that. So I am going to offer myself up for an open challenge. Any wrestler can come down here a get a fight with me. I’ve done my research, I know about everyone in this fed from Jake Steele to Thunderkiss to Latino to Chris Fantastic….Chris Phen…...that guy named Chris. And I can take- For the second time today the ACW audience begins to hear a theme song unfamiliar to the show, but the real fans still recognize the finnish power metal band. "Eagleheart" by Stratovarius begins to play and out walks the Fallout Openweight Champion, “Dangerous” Nicholas Alger to the cheers of the ACW crowd. The Champion continues down to the ring as the Superstar looks confused. Andrew Black:[/COLOR] Um, can I help you? Nicholas Alger: Well, I believe you just said you are having an open challenge.Andrew Black:[/COLOR] Yes, I did. For wrestlers.Nicholas Alger: That’s what this title means.Andrew Black:[/COLOR] Is that what it inscribed in the aluminum foil on your shoulder? No, hold your horses, I know exactly who you are Mr. DNA, and I know exactly what that title belt is. It mean your the best of all the superstars over there on Bailout! But sorry, that doesn’t mean anything here...then again it doesn’t really mean anything over there either. When you get enough skill you let me know. So if there is anyone else in ACW that wants to fight a real superstar, then- Generic hard rock music plays and out of the back comes “The Immovable Object” Colossus Rhodes. He comes halfway down the ramp before Andrew Black begins speaking again. Andrew Black: I don’t believe this! Now this time, I really don’t know who the ruck you are! Am I not going to be given a chance by anyone here at ACW? I can't believe this shit. You know what, fine. Fine. I'll give you your match you. Old guy, get the fuck out my ring. You, get down here and get ready to be the first victim.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 30, 2009 16:00:29 GMT -5
Impromptu Match: Andrew Black vs. Colossus Rhodes (Credit: Jake Steele/Andrew Black)
Before Colossus can even step fully over the rope, Black shoves past DNA and begins to whale on Colossus with rapid fire punches to his chin and face area. Colossus is barely affected by it, as he shoves Black back down to the canvas and continues to step over the ropes, getting himself adjusted. Colossus steps to Black who is quick back to his feet, and even quicker to continue and make a impact in his unexpected debut as he beams off Roundhouse Kicks to the sides of the large body of Rhodes. Rhodes almost absorbs the pain and places his massive paws around the throat of Black, who gets caught by surprise and is lifted up into the air. Before he can thrown down onto his back, Black chops the side of his hands at the neck of Rhodes, releasing the hold. Black jumps down, and runs off the ropes - literally exploding into the face of the Indian Giant a High Double Knee Strike!
Rhodes is left staggering, even surprisingly dropping to a knee, holding his jaw and surprised by the force of that knee strike as Black stays on him. Black catches him with a Spinning Backhand Fist which almost sends the giant all the way on his back but he keeps his place. Black looks to DNA at ringside and smiles, as he cocks his fist up like fully loaded guns. He begins to bob and weave, with right hooks and left jabs, a flurry of blows connect before he finishes off with a hard uppercut, which knocks Rhodes down!
Black looks at Rhodes laying flat on his back as some of the crowd who booed him earlier still boo, but they now see that he isn’t just talk in the slightest. Andrew Black cocks his deadly fist up and dives down onto the body of Rhodes, connecting square on his nose as he hits the Instant KO. Black hooks the inside leg and the ref counts it for the three and his debut victory in ACW.
Phillip: And your winner, Andrew Black!
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 30, 2009 16:01:23 GMT -5
Segment: At The Club, Part 2 (Credit: Lee)
Bob: Alright Lee, I’ve got your next assignment. I want you to go out there and show those girls your dance moves.
Di’Las quickly shoves Lee towards the dance floor, but King Lee quickly uses the heels of his shoes to stop, and turn back towards Di’Las.
Lee: Wait, Bob, I’m not that great of a dancer.
With another sigh, Di’Las whips around towards Lee Homicide.
Bob: Lee, women relate dancing directly to sex. Now I can’t dance here because it would cause a riot and we can’t have that.
Lee: But what do I do?
Di’Las quickly jumps up from the barstool once again, wrapping his hand around Lee Homicide’s back, whispering his encouragement to him as he walks him towards the edge of the dance floor.
Bob: You see that girl right there?
Lee nods his head up and down, his eyes still looking as if they’re about the pop out of his head.
Bob: Now she’s been pounding drinks all night. She doesn’t really know what’s going on. I want you to go up to her and start dancing…
Lee quickly turns back around towards his guru.
Lee: But I told you, I don’t…
Squeezing Lee’s cheeks in his hand again, Di’Las points his eyes back towards the dance floor once again.
Bob: I already told you, she’s had a few too many. All you have to do is move as little as possible. She’ll fill in the rest. Now go!
With a shove, the Lee finds himself out on the dance floor, looking back at Di’Las. He quickly walks forward behind a girl with short, spikey black hair, a tight white t-shirt sporting the logo of the band Poison and a pair of tight jeans. Her shoes are off as she bounces up and down in time to the music, in motions that would not be allowed by the self-consciousness of a sober person. A nervous Lee moves in behind her. Their eyes meet, and the pair share a quick smile. As the girl continues to dance, Lee Homicide moves in behind and quickly begins to shift his weight from side to side in awkward, but small movements. But as he shifts to the right, his foot catches one of the pretzels that were thrown earlier. Suddenly his feet fly out from under him, and Lee Homicide finds himself laid out on his back in the middle of the dance floor. As he forces his eyes open, he sees a disappointed Di’Las standing over him.
Bob: Was that moving as little as possible?
Lee: It was a pretzel.
Bob: I don’t care what you call it, it was ugly…
Di’Las bends over and pulls Lee Homicide up to his feet. The lackey looks frazzled for a second as the two make their way over to the familiar barstools, taking their place again. Di’Las stares at the ground a second, trying to catch up on exactly what he should do next.
Bob: Alright…
He quickly spins around in his chair once again facing Lee Homicide who’s now chewing on his nails. Bob quickly reaches up and knocks the hand out of his gnawing teeth.
Bob: First of all, stop that!
Lee Homicide quickly turns to him, raising an eyebrow.
Lee: What, is there some internet rumor that I have gross nails or something?
Bob: No, that’s just gross.
Di’Las quickly springs to his feet, putting his arm around Lee and slowly leading him through the crowd towards the back of the club.
Bob: I think I’ve been going through this the wrong way lackey…
Lee: It’s “Lee” actually…
Bob: I don’t know what your strengths and what your weaknesses are, so I’m going to have to put you through a bit of a test…
Lee Homicide quickly locks his feet, not wanted to budge another step, and leaving Di’Las walking by himself.
Lee: Whoa, whoa, whoa! I don’t think I’m ready for any kind of a test…
With a sigh, Di’Las turns around and wraps his arm around Lee again, this time pulling him forward in a bit of a headlock.
Bob: Look, do you want me to help you or not?
With a nervous chuckle, the Lee nods his head again.
Bob: Then I’m going to need to find out exactly where you are…
The two stop as they’re now positioned in front of the large crowd of people in front of one of the V.I.P. areas in the back.
Bob: Now I want you to get in there and do your best to woo the celebrity in there. A guru needs to know exactly where his pupil is before starting.
Lee: Wait, who is it?
Di’Las pulls down his sunglasses, allowing for himself to look into the eyes of the now sweating Lee.
Bob: Trust me, you’ll know.
Nodding his head a few times, Lee Homicide tries to fight through the sea of people in front of him. However, after several failed attempts, he turns around towards his teacher a look of frustration quickly spreading across his face.
Lee: How am I supposed to even get to her?
Bob: I’ve got this…
Quickly Di’Las spins around, cupping his hands over his mouth and beginning to raise his voice.
Bob: Hey, what’s that over by the bathroom? Did Britney Spears lose her panties again?
A near hysteria breaks over the crowd as they loudly bang past Di’Las, pushing towards the bathroom on the opposite side of the floor, leaving Bob to crash his hand down on the shoulder of Lee Homicide with a laugh.
Bob: That one works all the time.
Lee: How did you learn how to do that?
Bob: Get Britney out of her panties? It’s easier than you may think…
Lee Homicide pauses for a second, furrowing his eyebrows together as he tries to fully comprehend exactly what Di’Las just said, but the Swerve has already put his hand up around his shoulders and turned him around towards the table.
Bob: Now get in there big guy, and show here what you’re made of.
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