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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 15:57:55 GMT -5
Monday Night Warfare 4th May 2009
Night of Champions ACW European Tour Madrid, Spain
Schedule of Matches: -------------------------------------
ACW Tag Team Championships The Road Steelers V-3 vs. The Capitalists
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Tables Match Rawt Ross vs. Danny Mainer
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ACW Entertainment Championship Match Chris Phenomenal vs. Jason Freeman
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ACW International Championship Match – Street Fight Thunder Train vs. Chairman Gingerdude
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Falls Count Anywhere Match Hollywood Macho vs. Dave Shadow
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ACW World Heavyweight Championship Jake Steele vs. Andrew Starr
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 15:58:22 GMT -5
Opening OTA Segment: Brotherly Love Credit: Jake Steele/Dan White
It’s a hot day out in Madrid, Spain. People are bullfighting, and with ACW in town that means people are probably wrestling bulls as well… and losing. Alas, this week’s show is packed and stacked. All champions have to defend their championships, which means Jake Steele will be in two matches and has double the chances to lose his Double Champion status. He also could be involved in Thunder Train’s match with Chairman Gingerdude if Zero Tolerance try to get themselves involved. Plus, there is the chance of Steele wanting to scope out both of his enemies further in the match-up between Hollywood Mach and Dave Shadow, two men who have challenged Steele for both of his respective championships.
Though that’s later tonight. There is a hour or so before the show starts, and everyone has settled into the arena. All but one man; Dan White. He stands outside of the Las Ventas Bullfighting Arena, his eyes gazing up at the arena. In his mind, he feels he should be in there right now, hearing the fans cheer his name and taking it to Double Deuce. But he failed to win Fallen Heroes, and now he has to face punishment, even if he really, really doesn’t want to. He continues to stare up at the building, thinking of ways he could get in as someone approaches him. He doesn’t even have to look to his side to know who exactly is standing right beside him now. It’s his brother, Jake Steele.
Dan White: What the hell do you want…
Steele takes a brief look at Dan, before he blows air into the warm wind. He takes off his Gucci shades and wipes them over his shirt, folding them up over the edge of his shirt and telling Dan why exactly he is there, but not first without some sarcasm thrown in.
Steele: What do I want? Heh, I want a few things. I want immortality. I want to be able to beat da clown dude in Dead Rising. And I want to fuck dat Cherokee D’Ass bitch from all those big booty pornos. But… dat’s not what I’m here for.
Dan White: Stop being a cunt, and tell me what the fuck you're here for. Are you asking me to come back to ACW? Do you want to help me get revenge of Zero Tolerance? Do you want us to become bestest friends foreverest?
Steele: I want to talk to you. So listen.
Steele folds his arms up and coughs onto the back of his hand, telling his older brother a story.
Steele: I remember a year ago, there was a man named Dan White. He had just returned, and he was already a World Title contender. He got into da head of da World Champ, and it seemed like he was takin’ it for himself. But he lost. And dat loss didn’t put him down, nah… instead it made him ruthless. It made him a monster. He broke a man’s leg, actually… he broke two. And with people knowing his mean streak was fully intact, he began to make a name for himself again. He became Mr. Omega Effect. He became half of da new Tag Team Champions. He even defeated his own demons. Damn.
Dan White: I know my own past, mate. It's my fucking life. Why do I need you to remind me of it?
Steele: My point is, you need to take a look at yourself. You need to remember just how ruthless you are.
Dan White: Listen pal, I know fine well how ruthless I can be.
Steele: Yeah, but you damn sure ain’t showin’ it.
Dan White: How about I show you just how ruthless I am right here, right now?
Dan turns to Steele and looks him dead in the face, but Steele doesn’t look back at him, not wanting to feed into his anger. He knows it’s spur of the moment and Dan is known to try and take out his anger on the nearest person he can. So Steele simply keeps his eyes focused in front of him.
Steele: You could - but you won’t. I know you won’t because while you starin‘ at me like somebody crazy you can tell what I‘m here for. And it’s not for a fight.
Dan scoffs and turns back to the building, as he quickly denies what he deems to believe is an offer of assistance.
Dan White: Like I said… I don’t need your help. I have Jefferson and Hughes with me.
Steele: Oh, you do? Tell me, how long will Jefferson last without you? And where has Hughes been anyway? Huh?
Steele shakes his head, looking down at the ground. He’s trying to get the message to Dan, but he doesn’t seem to want to listen. Now Steele turns his head to Dan, wanting to drive the point across.
Steele: I ain’t here to fight and fuss with you, aight? I’m here because I know where you at with Zero Tolerance. Shadow, Kiss, Ginger. All three of ‘em got a stick up they asses and it’s time somebody pulled it out. They been fuckin’ with Train, and I know all of Ginger’s praise for me was bullshit. He hates me just as much as he does you, because we both have more in common than just blood. We are leaders. We lead those towards a revolution. I’ve led a new generation, and you’ve led a group of rebels to join ACW. Gingerdude is against it all, because he thinks it’s “bad for business.” But da fact of da matter is - we are[/b] da business. ACW couldn’t go on without us, you know dat. And I don’t care how many times we done fucked each other up, attacked each other whatever. I ain’t lettin’ ACW continue without you bein’ apart of it.[/COLOR]
Dan hears Steele pour his heart out, and even through his tough exterior he can’t help but to have heard every word his brother just said. Dan closes his eyes for a minute.
Steele: You my brother, man. And I know you don’t look at me any different type of way, but I believe in family. And I believe in helping family. Even if they don’t want it. It’s just my nature.
Dan’s pupils open back up and he looks to Steele, not believing what he just heard. He’s never heard him mention anything about being a “family man” before. This…. This…
Dan White: Your nature? Haha. You were a spoiled fucking brat. You were the illegitimate fuck, and yet you were brought up with a silver fucking spoon in your mouth. I should have been the WORLD FUCKING CHAMPION if it wasn't for Dave Shadow! And the fact that you're STILL World champion shows EXACTLY how things were destined for me. Do me a fucking favour, Steele, and do not talk to me again. It's not fucking good. We're not fucking good. And I don't need your bloody help.
…means nothing.
Dan White: So please, if you would kindly piss off, I would...greatly...appreciate it.
Dan pushes past Steele, almost knocking him down to the ground as he storms off, pissed off even worse than before they started talking. Steele catches himself from falling, and he dusts himself off, watching Dan walk away. He yells out to him one last thing, but Dan is walking so fast that he may not hear it.
Steele: …You gonna need me one day Dan! You will...
He will…
Fade
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 15:58:52 GMT -5
Opening On-Air Segment: Jet Lag (Credit: Senator)
Generally, one views homecomings as a fond occasion for all those involved. In this case, however, as the Senatorial Limo pulls into the arena, a sense of apprehension fills Steve Phillips, one that, as he exits is conveyed to the crowd in attendance.
The Senator: Yes, you need to get your attack dog under control! If you do not do so, and do so immediately, I shall not only detach your pencil-neck from your puny shoulders, but I will have to personally involve myself in these matters, and you do NOT want me to do that, understand? Look, I have to go now, so just be aware that if I have to call this number again, it will not be something that either of us will benefit from.
As Phillips hangs up on the phone, he runs into one of his favorite people in the entire world...a rather worse for the wear Kevin "The Internet" Anderson. (If your sarcasm detector didn't go off the charts reading that line, it is most certainly broken.) Anderson: Oooh, Senator Phillips, Senator Phillips, if you would just wait one moment...
Senator: Buzz off, twerp.
The Senator piefaces the Internet with an open palm, shoving him into the wall, but the intrepid interviewer is not so easily deterred.
Anderson: Wait! Wait! Where have you been? Chairman Gingerdude wanted to...
Senator: Can this wait? Before you answer either way, know this: if this is official business and something that you need to tell me, then let me know...
Anderson: Good, because...
Senator: Shut it and let me finish! If this is NOT something that I will find to be useful, then I will make your life very, very painful. Understood?
Anderson: Yes, and this can't wait, the Chairman told me I had to tell you this!
Senator: Fine, I am listening.
The Senator crosses his arms, and tilts his head back with a skeptic gaze.
Anderson: Fine, I'll be quick. Gingerdude says that the match you wanted...you're not getting it.
Senator: What?
Anderson: He said to tell you...please don't hurt me, this is a direct quotation..."you obviously are not paying attention to the ACW product in Washington, and while you were away, Hollywood Mach signed the contract for the title match at Spring Into Hell!"
Senator: Well...a little meeting is due.
Anderson: So, do I get my interview now?
Senator: You know what, I was going to head to the ring, and make this statement, but I would prefer to do so out here.
Anderson: So then...
Senator: This is not an interview, so keep quiet. ACW has been asking ever since Fallen Heroes, "what has gotten into Steve Phillips?" "Has he lost his way?" The people want to know where the honorable old veteran went. Let me put it as simply as possible. The Steve Phillips of the past is gone. There are a number of reasons for this fact.
First off, I have become a laughingstock over the years, and there is a long list of wrestlers who have betrayed me. Andrew Hunter, Rattlesnake, FSX, Aiden Joseph, Wyvern, Rena Matheson, Latino, Jay Zero, Jason Freeman, the list goes on and on and on, ad infinitum! Practically everyone who I ever brought up in the ranks decided to split off and kick me in the head on the way out! Many questioned how a politician of my caliber could allow himself to be fooled on such a frequent basis. Well, I once thought in my willful ignorance that I could play politics in Washington, and pursue matters with a sportsman's ideal in ACW. Those days are over. Ronald Reagan said to "trust but verify," but in these times, one does not have the luxury to handle matters in that order!
Next, when I entered into ACW, I found a federation overtaken by psychopaths, maniacs, imbeciles, and pure bloodlust. I made it my goal to seek out top competition and to perhaps leave a lasting influence on the very culture of the organization. For a long while, I deluded myself into thinking that I had made a difference. I thought that ACW had truly changed for the better, but as time went on, and as the old generation found itself replaced by a new one, I found my hard fought gains to have been as transient as the wind. Honor is as absent in ACW as it was in the last days of Rome. In these times, the barbarians have overrun the gates, and the only way to overcome them is to fight as one.
Finally, the one indicator that my old methods were no longer going to work came when our new champion was crowned. Jake Steele represents everything that I despise about the new generation in ACW. He conducts himself with absolutely no class whatsoever. He is nothing more than a glorified brawler in the ring, who would not be able to tell a wristlock from a doorknob. Steele is as crass as a drunken boor, and yet, he is the face of this company! I cannot understate how sick that makes me feel! Jake Steele must not remain as ACW World Heavyweight Champion, and as long as I can still fight, as long as I can still walk, Steele will not be safe with his belt! You people out there can cheer him on all you like, it will not make any difference when I crack his skull with my knee! Just thinking of an entire arena of brain rotted degenerates shouting for the likes of Jake Steele is surely the sign of the apocalypse, and if...really, such a thought disgusts me too much for me to continue here!
The Senator throws the microphone back to Kevin Anderson as he storms into the arena, kicking the door open as he disappears off camera, leaving a stunned interviewer and crowd in his wake.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 15:59:55 GMT -5
Segment: The newest recruit (Credit: Hollywood Mach, XS3, Chris Phenomenal, Jonny Spade and Rawt)
The shows opens up again to the titantron flickering and music blaring as “New Sensation” by INXS hits the arena and The Megastar Alliance step out onto the stage. Macho is sportin' the signature sunglasses while Phenomenal has the ACW's Entertainment championship belt over his shoulder. Spade and Rawt tie up the east and west ends of the group's impending walk down the ramp.
Possibly the biggest faction this federation has to offer - Macho is not afraid of anyone, and neither are his teammates, especially after the revelation that happened last Thursday. All members are now in the ring as the music is cut off and the MSA begins to get the words out...
Chris Phenomenal: Last week, everyone in Lisbon, Portugal was able to witness the aftermath of Fallen Heroes. They saw the one and only Hollywood Mach lay waste to Jake Steele, notifying the ACW faithful that come Spring Into Hell there was going to be a new ACW Champion. We weren’t done there, in fact, we had what some are calling the greatest upset of the year occurring last Thursday on Meltdown. I stepped into the ring with the man who was able to dash my fallen heroes dream and walk out victorious. I was able to take Thunderkiss and knock him the fuck out. I avenged Macho’s loss in the quest for the bond villain. I proved WHY the Mega Star Alliance is the biggest thing to hit the world since Sliced Bread. We put the entire roster on notice that it doesn’t matter if we’re on ACW island, if we are in Canada, the United States of America, or Europe. Wherever you turn there is going to be the Mega Star Alliance, wherever you look there is going to be the Mega Star Alliance, and before long, whenever you see championship gold, you are going to see Mega Star Alliance.
Chris then hands the mic off to Rawt.
Rawt: We call the shots! That's the bottom line! They call this night, the night of champions...this is OUR night! You're looking at your champions right HERE! The Streak will go to 9-0 tonight - I can guarantee that! Danny Mainer, prepare to be crippled!
Jonny now gets his turn to speak.
Jonny: Short. Sweet. And to the point Rawt. I like it.
The fans boo and Jonny just smirks not caring what they think at the moment.
Jonny: All week I have gotten questions from people asking “Oh Jonny why’d you do it?” And really my only response to this question is…Why not?
More boo’s are heard.
Jonny: Why wouldn’t I want to be apart of probably the greatest stable of all time? And yes…it is going to be better than the Untouchables ever was. I mean look at who has been organized into this stable here. Past Entertainment Champion and past Junior Champion Rawt “The Crippler” Ross!
The camera focuses on him and the crowd boos
Jonny: Current Entertainment Champion and future World Champion Chris Phenomenal.
The camera focuses on him and the crowd boos
Jonny: Then there is Mr. Main Event! The Macho Feature! To many titles to count on your hands… Mr. Hollywood RDK!
The boos don’t stop as Jonny was talking.
Jonny: So it only make sense that a 6 time tag team champion and 2 time Entertainment Title champion plus Junior title champion join up with this stable to make it even more awesome than it already is.
Someone takes the liberty of chucking a soft drink into the ring but Jonny sees it early enough that he’s able to dodge it in enough time. Seconds later security is seen rushing over to the fan and being escorted out of the arena. The guys laugh as Jonny passes Mach over the mic to say his piece as Jonny wipes a tear away from his eye.
Hollywood: You bettah believe that the Megastar Alliance is taking this place by storm brudahs! It is the Mach himself who has carried this federation for years, and it is The Mach who will continue to carry this useless trash-yard until the day it closes down! Ooooh Yeaaah you all KNOW I'm the cream of the crop! Let it be known that The Megastar Alliance is now stronger than ever! The most powerful faction in the ACW today! We got it all! Championships, streaks, legends, young blood and RESPECT! OoOoH Yeaaah, JEMIMA LIKES SYRUP WITH HER WAFFLES TOO!
The Megastar Alliance's main objective has always been to entertain ungreatful pot lickers like all of you ACW fans! But lately theres been a more important goal that needs to be achieved! The utter destruction of the Road Steelers! The annihalation of Jake Steele, his fat-ass Train and chickity china the chinese chicken! There can be only one super-faction in this federation and I'll be damned if it isn't The Mach and his own company! It is because of legends like myself that this business can still thrive in an age of stiff competition and high inflation! IT IS BECAUSE OF THE MEGA STAR ALLIANCE THAT MACHOMANIA CAN RUN WILD AND BE SPREAD TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO WANT A LITTLE SLICE OF LIFE, A LITTLE PIECE OF THE ACTION!
Mach's comments are met with swift booing but he shrugs them off.
Hollywood: IT IS FOR THIS REASON THAT I, THE MACHO MAN RANDY KANYON AM ONLY THE LOGICAL CHOICE FOR THE ACW'S NEXT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! The Mach has been to the top before, and he'll be there again! HE KNOWS WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE BRUDAH, AND BELIEVE ME - ITS A LITTLE TOO MUCH FOR A GOMER LIKE OL' STEELEY TO HANDLE! So the direction for the month of May is simple! Take out the Steelers, whoop sum'candy ass - and take back what rightfully belonged to The Mach all those years ago! Be it 2004 or 2005, IT WAS MINE - AND IT ALWAYS WILL BE! SO BRUDAH BRUDAH BRUDAH, ONE WAY OR ANUDAH - THE MACH WILL BECOME THE ACW'S NEXT WORLD CHAMP! WE GOT THE NUMBERS STEELE - YOU GOT THE JABRONES! We'll be waiting....So with that in mind, allow me to introduce the newest member of the Mega Star Alliance… XS3!
The crowd is booing just moments before the opening guitar of “Hail Destroyer” heralds the arrival of the newest addition to the already powerful stable. XS3 appears from the back wearing an Affliction t-shirt, a pair of jeans, sneakers and his hair tied back. He flashes his ever-familiar smirk to the crowd before heading down the ramp, smiling at his new friends. They return the gesture as XS3 enters the ring via sliding under the bottom rope and once he hops to his feet, Mach hands him the mic and pulls him in for a bro hug. XS3 accepts both and he turns his attention to the audience.
XS3: Screw what Rattlesnake says… I AM the Sultan of Swerve!
Massive boos emanate from the crowd from this statement, XS3 chuckles before continuing his rant. .
XS3: Did you honestly expect anyone other than me? Consider the facts: Mach is a fellow Canadian and did a better job of helping my wife deliver our son than Jake Steele ever dreamed of doing, Chris is the Entertainment Champion, Rawt is undefeated and Jonny Spade is a grizzled vet, not afraid to take on the challenge of having a new tag partner. Add a hint of XS3, throw those all in a blender and what do you have? The Mega Star Alliance. Thus far, we have proven to be successful in doing what we do best: entertaining you. Given the fact that you are all easily entertained by people like the Road Steelers, that's not really saying much, though.
More heat is given to the Canadian Megastar as he paces around the ring - this crowd isn't liking it one bit...
XS3: Speaking of whom, I hope you're all satisfied with the way things are going in your lives. You all hold three of the four championships this company has to offer. I have breaking news: that's not going to last long. The sole purpose of your existence is to provide the basis for greed and narcissism, something that you certainly exceed in. I had always remembered when we declared the Road Steelers to be a democracy. But that was never the case. It was all about you; I just was there to provide the foil for your antics. I was tired of being used and neglected so I forged my own path, void of stables and alliances… Or so I thought. You see, prior to the start of Meltdown, I got a call from Hollywood Mach, claiming that he had nothing but support for me ever since I left the Road Steelers. He offered me a place in his stable where I would not be relegated to a background role; he gave me the chance to be a part of a true democracy and to have a role other than “mentor”. Now I stand with my new friends and with my world title chase being put on indefinite hiatus, I will assist in the downfall of the Road Steelers by teaming with Jonny Spade to relieve Jake Steele and Lee Homicide of the ACW Tag Team Championships.
And Jake, Lee, I hope your beady little eyes are glued to the TV because Jonny and I vow to exact swift justice upon you and leave you staring up at the lights in confusion, wondering where exactly your careers went wrong. I'll tell you where they went wrong; the downward spiral began when you met me… “The No Leaf Clover” XS3.
Now tell me “brothers”… Is THAT unforgivable?
XS3 lowers the mic and feels his grip softening before letting the object fall to the canvas. A hissing noise is produced and XS3 turns and faces the rest of the Mega Star Alliance, greeting them with high-fives all around. Together, the five of them mimic the closing scene from Meltdown by raising each other's arms in the air before exiting the ring. They all make their way up the ramp and pause at the stage, raising their arms in victory once again.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:01:49 GMT -5
Segment: Help With a Threat (Credit: Train and CP AKA Chris Phenomenal)
We open inside of Train's new lair, the Train Station, where Bat Train and Thunder Lawyer stand. Bat Train is looking at a screen with a bunch of charts and graphs. He examines them closely, knowing that he must pay attention to find the whereabouts of Mainer Corleone. He sits back in his deluxe lazy boy chair and sighs. Thunder Lawyer looks over to him.
Thunder Lawyer: What's wrong?
Bat Train:[/b] It's this stupid Train Station! There are no Taco Bells within 45 miles of this place! Look at the charts!
Thunder Lawyer: ....I thought you were trying to find Mainer.
Bat Train:[/b] No, I don't have time for that. I need to find some food! The Bat is Always Hungry!
Thunder Lawyer: I think you are missing the point. Mainer has been hired to pretty much kill you because you busted some drug deals.
Bat Train:[/b] I thought they had pixie sticks and I was hungry. I didn't know it was drugs! I didn't even want to get involved! I guess getting this amulet didn't add to this either.
Thunder Lawyer: You need to watch your back or else he will hurt you....
Bat Train:[/b] Oh please, did you hear about the rumors I had Ken and Chris spread?
Thunder Lawyer: No...
Bat Train:[/b] "Danny Mainer likes it up the bum" "Danny Mainer has sex with a goat" "Danny Mainer wets the bet" "Danny Mainer got his dick bit while getting oral from Jason Freeman" the list just goes on and on. I have nothing to worry about.
Thunder Lawyer: .......I would still watch out.
?: No need for that.
Suddenly, a man in a pimped out Superman costume appears. He approaches the two men with eagerness and gives Train a long and utterly confusing handshake that includes a head butt, chest bup, roundhouse fist bump, and concludes with a thud pose. He then shakes Lawyer's hand as well, this time with a traditional clutch and bump.
Bat Train:[/b] Thunder Lawyer, let me introduce you to the Harlem Superman. I scouted high and low for someone to help me. From The Black Lantern to American Made, this man was the most willing to help me.
Thunder Lawyer: Isn't that Chris Phenomenal
Harlem Superman: Shut your mouth before I kick your ass. I'm the Harlem Superman! I can dunk like Dwight, shoot like Ray, and most of all, I have supreme powers of deduction. In fact, juding by the radius of your obtuse angle on your cranium and then applying the Monty Python theorem, I can conclude Thunder Lawyer that you have an IQ of 93.
Thunder Lawyer looks at the Harlem Superman, totally confused at what he just said.
Bat Train:[/b] See! He's the perfect man for the job. With him by my side I'll have nothing to worry about.
Thunder Lawyer: You are officially THE STUPIDEST PERSON on Earth. And that includes Nick.
Harlem Superman: Bat Train, you asked for me to gather some info on the latest threats and Swine Flu is probably the biggest one.
Bat Train:[/b] Ah, Swine Flu. What superpowers does he have?
Thunder Lawyer: ....
Harlem Superman: We are not sure but I think that we should try as hard as we can to stop this threat.
Bat Train:[/b] I agree. Do you know where we should start?
Harlem Superman: It seems as if the threat has started in Mexico.
Bat Train:[/b] Excellent. I'll meet you there Harlem. ALPHA LEAGUE OF AMERICA AWAY!
Harlem Superman jumps up and flies out of the Train Station. Thunder Lawyer watches in awe that someone was actually flying. Train grabs some papers and walks down the steps. He approaches his Trainmobile and gets inside of it. Thunder Lawyer follows him.
Thunder Lawyer: What the hell are you doing?
Bat Train:[/b] I'm going to Mexico
Thunder Lawyer: ....
Bat Train:[/b] WHAT?
Thunder Lawyer: ....
Bat Train:[/b] Listen, It's my duty to protect these people. I have a Call of Duty and I'm gonna take action. If you want to be Left 4 Dead go ahead but all I know is that if this gets out of hand we could see some Dead Rising. And then, there will be...be Residents that are Evil walking around everywhere. This is different from your everyday Street Fighter, we are super heroes and we will do whatever we can to stop this.
Thunder Lawyer: Good luck....
Train closes the door to his Trainmobile and starts to shove off to Mexico. Thunder Lawyer goes back to the giant screens and notices something strange. There is a Taco Bell around. It was two blocks away from their hideout. So he decides to go there and get some dinner. Can out new duo stop the madness? Tune in Thursday to find out!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:02:15 GMT -5
[center][B][U]Laying out the Plan; Also known as "This Colour Scheme Reminds me of Christmas"[/U][/B] [size=1][I]Credit: Danny Mainer[/I][/size][/center]
[I]Dressed in full suit backstage in the ACW building, Danny Mainer wanders backstage to the offices of Chairman Gingerdude. With a gun in his hand and a smile on his face, Mainer Corleone seems confident in his abilities of beating Rawt tonight no matter how much of an Undefeated Streak mountain he has to climb. Mainer sees Chairman Gingerdudes’ big office door and knocks on it, two powerful thudding knocks letting Gingerdude know that someone is at the door. After a few seconds, the fine-ass intern that he publicly humiliated some time ago and then later hooked up with, Helen Walsh answers the door. It takes her a moment to recognize Mainer underneath the hat and in a suit but when she recognizes him she gives him a big glowing smile and then hugs him warmly. He pats her on the back, not interested in her and more interested in the man sat behind the desk doing some paper-work.
Mainer confidently strides past Walsh who leaves the room knowing full-well the intensity between these two men. Mainer is of course trying to rebuild the relationship between the two after he destroyed his car, his office and his intern live on TV. The recent sniping of protestors in Berlin made Mainer somewhat useful to Gingerdude and upon seeing that he’s obviously returned for more work he smiles warmly.[/I]
[B]Chairman Gingerdude:[/B] [color=red]”Ah, Mr. Mainer. What can I do for you this fine evening?”[/color]
[B]Mainer Corleone:[/B] [color=00FASA]”That’s Mr. Corleone to you. Listen wise-guy, I’m willing to do some more of your dirty work if you make sure someone has my back tonight against Rawt. He’s a big fella and it’s not that I doubt my own naturally gifted abilities but someone with my connections ought use them. He’s a big guy, a VERY big guy and I feel that us being associates we should scratch each others back. So how about it, I’ll help you take out protesters or sort out cocky interns if you give me some cover and make sure I leave Night of Champions with a win under my belt, capice?”[/color]
[I]Ginger stares deadpan into the face of Mainer trying to hold his serious face as long as possible before bursting into laughter. Mainer wipes his forehead with the back of his hand at this insolent gesture and stares back at him as Ginger rolls in his chair in his bemusement.[/I]
[B]Chairman Gingerdude:[/B] [color=red]”Hahaha. Are you serious? Are you out of your mind? I don’t know but you’re insane if you’re thinking that I’ll help you end one of the biggest draws on our shows these days. With that mong Jake Steele as our champion and that over-sized remedial Thunder Train sitting pretty on that International Title there’s absolutely no question in my mind that our show needs all the help we can get. When Train isn’t eating slot machines or going on mythical adventures with you he’s a sloppy wrestler at best. Rawt’s undefeated streak is one of the biggest draws, people tune in to see if he’ll keep it alive or not and I’m laughing hard at the fact that you think I’m gonna’ cut it off just because you mopped up some protesters for me.”[/color]
[I]Mainer is all business and growls at Ginger trying to intimidate him.[/I]
[B]Mainer Corleone:[/B] [color=00FASA]”Listen Ginger, I don’t care who you think you are I’ve got my connections and if you really want a pushing sell then I’ll tell you what. Tonight, if you help me out I’ll guarandamnty you a taste of International Gold. Amulet or not, I’ll make sure Train is out long enough for you to register the three count and you’ll leave here with a title. It won’t just be me coming out either. I’ll send my forces.”[/color]
[B]Chairman Gingerdude:[/B] [color=red]”Your forces, you think you’re Mafia now? Pah. Double Deuces will bail me out if anything. Not that someone with my skill would need it.”[/color]
[I]Mainer wags a finger at him mockingly like Kudo Yasuda as if to say "O Rly?"[/I]
[B]Mainer Corleone:[/B] [color=00FASA]”Oh really? Well if I recall, Dave is preparing for a No Holds Barred match against Macho and I think he’s going to be more concerned by stapling his name up in lights, putting down the former International Champion then he is with wiping your ass. Thunderkiss, heaven only knows the last time I saw him stick his neck out for anybody but himself. The man is a selfish, insignificant gnat and will sell you out the first opportunity he sees that it’ll benefit him. Need I remind you how he threatened you with explosives?”[/color]
[I]The Chairman completely disregards everything Mainer Corleone says and starts on his own tangent.[/I]
[B]Chairman Gingerdude:[/B] [color=red]”Listen Mainer, as much as it pains me to disagree with you things have changed and I will NOT allow you to slander my son in law, husband of my daughter and father of my grandchild. Thunderkiss is a good man, but I’M a business man, a SMART man and I always have a back-up plan when things go down the toilet. So, Mainer, I’ll cut you a deal. I’ll cover you against Rawt and you keep a watchful eye on Train, make sure he doesn’t take too much advantage of the Street Fight Rules and I’ll make sure that the undefeated streak of Rawt is yours. I think that’s a fair deal.”[/color]
[I]Smiling at the realization he's got what he wants, Mainer beams with delight and takes his hat off.[/I]
[B]Mainer Corleone:[/B] [color=00FASA]”That’s everything I wanted. Deal?”[/color]
[B]Chairman Gingerdude:[/B] [color=red]”Deal.”[/color]
[I]The two men shake hands then part ways, Mainer waves at Walsh who blushes again much to the dismay of Gingerdude before shutting the door behind him. The business is set in stone and Danny is going to make sure Ginger walks out International Champion. It almost seems like Train’s fate is sealed…[/I]
[center][B][U][size=4]FADE[/size][/U][/B][/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:03:21 GMT -5
Psych! Psych, Psych, Psych! By Dave Shadow and Jake Steele As we cut backstage, we find the cameraman has gotten himself into the dressing room of The New Road Steelers. In the middle of it, in full wrestling gear, Jake Steele throws some punches and kicks at thin air, getting ready and warming up for his matches this evening. Unbeknownst to him, Dave Shadow opens the door of the dressing room and enters. He walks up behind the champ, and as he gets within a few feet of him, Jake spins round with a big right hook. Dave has only a few seconds to dodge it, as he lunges back. He falls on his ass, as Jake gives him a dead look. Dave sits, looking back up at him.
Dave: Hey Jake. Didn’t know I was here, huh?Steele: Yeah! Sure...I...did...The two men look each way, their eyes shifting left and right. Dave jumps up and brushes himself off.Steele: I think you might be lost Shadow. Da Double Douche locker room is down da hall. Dave: Ha. Funny Jake. No, I thought I’d drop by this evening and wish you the best of luck in your matches.Steele: Alright, thanks.Jake goes back to throwing his punches, stretching his body out in preparation. He tries his best to ignore Dave, who just continues to stand, looking at him. After a few seconds, Jake lets out a big sigh and looks at Dave. Jake may as well have “Fuck off!” plastered across his forehead.
Dave: I wished you luck. Aren’t you going to be polite and follow suit?Steele: Okay... Good luck, Dave.Dave: Thanks Jake, but I don’t need luck. See, I know I’m going to go out there, throw Mach around the arena and then beat his ass. And see, that’s why I’m here tonight. I was thinking...once I take out Mach tonight, chances are he’s never going to be able to show his face round here again. Not because he’ll be too embarrassed. But because I intend of beating him so badly, he’ll never be able to walk again, let alone wrestle. Just like Dan White, Hollywood Mach will be heading home, never to be seen again.Jake smiles and shakes his head. He goes back to warming up, as Dave moves in front of him. Jakes punches come within inches of Dave’s face, as Dave tries his best not to flinch.
Dave: And then, with him out of the picture, you’ll need someone to take his place at Spring into Hell. And I wanted you to know Jake...I’ll be more than happy to take that title shot he has, and face you.Now, Jake has had enough. He stops his warm up, and looks at Dave, hands on hips.Steele: You know what, first off... I'm actually hoping dat you do beat Mach. I do. Cause if you don't shut him up, sooner than later, maybe even tonight, I will. And believe me he don't want dat. So I'm all for you takin' out Mach tonight, make an example out of him if you can...Jake turns and walks over to the bench behind him. He grabs his world championship title, and brings it back, shoving it in Dave’s face. Steele: ...But as far my world title goes, dis right here is da closest you, or Kiss, will ever come to it. Ever. Because I'm not givin' dis up, and I don't have plans to give dis up just cause you roll with da chairman. As far as I'm concerned, da chairman can go eat a dick. You can eat a dick. And Thunderkiss can eat a dick and choke, you dig. Because I'm at da top of da mountain, and you gon' need a army to knock me off.... you dudes just ain't strong enough.Dave: Oh, you know what. That’s fine Jake. I know you like to talk big, and you like to overestimate yourself. That’s your biggest weakness, and you should know that Zero Tolerance are fairly confident that your reigns are coming to an end. Sorry Jake, but your running on borrowed time. Even if its not me, even if that washed up coot Mach somehow does beat me, then I want you to know that Thunderkiss is waiting for whichever one of you are unfortunate enough to walk out of Spring into Hell as the champion. The New Road Steelers are yesterday’s news Jake. Zero Tolerance will hold all the gold soon enough. Because we.... Dave starts to point at Jake’s head.
Dave: ...are already....Dave starts moving his hand around Jake’s face. Jake never takes his eyes off Dave’s, refusing to flinch.
Dave: ...in...your...head.Steele: You tell Thunderkiss to be ready. Because once Spring into Hell is over, and I'm still World Champ. Da "Worldbreaker", "Mr. 500"... will get broken. He's just another name on my list, and I'll be sure to cross him off come Omega Effect. Believe dat.Dave only smiles to these words though, his weird and twisted mind desensitising what Jake has just said. Dave just smiles and nods, before turning and leaving Jake to get ready for his matches. Jake shakes his head, and gets back to warming up, as we...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:03:47 GMT -5
The Water Hole Dan White One Day Before Warfare...The camera fades in, and we're in a place that doesn't resemble Madrid. Not for an inkling. The Waterloo Inn indeed, doesn't sound like anywhere you'd find in Spain, unless you were talking about a chav-infested holiday resort. Not really culturally adequate, however. And we see three familiar faces, Dan White, Ivor Biggin, and Pat McGroin in Dan's hometown of Cardiff. They're a long way away from the ACW tourbus, as they sip pints of Carling.Biggin: So like I was saying, I got her against the wall, and did her from behind. Bareback! Amazing! Never met a girl like her. Dan White: You mean Sticky Vicky? Biggin looks confused, as a smirk forms on his brother's face.Biggin: Her name's Vicky. What's so sticky about her? McGroin: Haha, half of Cardiff's had her! And Newport! Last time I heard she had crabs! Dan White: Haha yeah, they were a bastard to clean off! Biggin: Fuck you two! The three casually sip their pints, as the television in the top corner blares out about the success of the recent ACW tour to the United Kingdom. There's a rush of silence from all three men, the twins awkwardly looking at each other than over to Dan, who just checks through his phone. Annoyed, and wanting to break this silence, McGroin takes his phone.McGroin: Oi, listen to me, softcock! Stop moping about and get back into action! Get over to wherever the fuck those lot are, and get your arse in gear! Biggin nods in agreement, as Dan looks at the duo, getting up.Dan White: You know what? I need a piss. The Royles look at each other, rolling their eyes as they take this new rejection attitude of Dan with great discontent. They've known Dan for a long time, and this is the first time in a long time, if ever, that they've seen him like this. Even taking him for a drink in his local isn't fixing things. The camera, meanwhile, follows Dan into the toilet. But just as he is about to relieve himself...
...The lights go out, and we're greeted to another familiar segment.??: Miss me? Dan White: Jesus titting Christ! The sound of urine splashing everywhere but the urinal is heard, as Dan tries to keep himself together.Dan White: New jeans, man! New jeans! ??: Heheh, I knew you'd be glad to hear from me. There's absolute darkness. The sort you would see in a dark forest on a cloudy evening with an eyepatch covering both eyes. Or something.Dan White: Glad to hear from you?! You've cost me my career, you scrot! You were the one who told me to go and attack Dave Shadow, and what did that achieve? Jack shit! I have no job anymore because of you! ??: Heh, I know. I was watching Fallen Heroes very fondly. Dan isn't in a laughing mood, as he responds.Dan White: Yeah, well because of you, I put all my hopes on winning that match! And look what fucking happened. ??: Ah, but did you not consider that maybe, you weren't supposed to win Fallen Heroes? Dan's tone changes from anger to curiosity.Dan White: ...What do you mean? ??: Well, if you look at the facts. You failed to win Emperor of the Ring at the final hurdle. You failed to win Fallen Heroes at the final hurdle. What does that suggest? Dan White: ...That I'm a failure? ??: Heheh, not quite. It means that you don't need to win anything like those matches to validate your right to win the World Title. There's a sudden silence in the room, as Dan appears to take all of this in. Well, I say he appears to, we can't see him.??: Your business isn't over in ACW. The lights quickly turn back on, and Dan quickly looks up and around, but cannot find the source of the voice. He then feels the back of his jeans.Dan White: Fuck's sake, I think I've shat myself... The worst kind of shocks.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:05:02 GMT -5
Segment: Misunderstanding (Credit: Freeman)
The camera fades in to show…the one…the only…Jason Freeman! The man who tonight faces Chris Phenomenal, and the man who also last Thursday, called out AK, and demanded a response by tonight. Judging by her reply that was posted in a blog, she has no intention of acknowledging him at all, and that can’t make Freeman too happy. Where will his quest for revenge take him? What is his next step? That is what Kevin “The Internet” Anderson is going to find out!
Kevin: Well, tonight I am here with Jason Freeman, who must not be feeling too good right now, after being blatantly disrespected, and I would like to hear your feelings on that.
Freeman: Well, how do you think I’m feeling? Yes I WAS blatantly disrespected, and I will NOT stand for this. I don’t think I’ve been angrier in my life then when I heard the news, and I can’t believe that this is what I get. You see, I should be going to Omega Effect right now, and instead, I have to hear this. I am sick and tired of being looked down upon, but it seems that that just isn’t going to stop.
Kevin: Well the real question is, then, what is your next step? What are you planning to do about it?
Freeman: My next step? I’m going to take this all out tonight on Chris Phenomenal. I’ve been booked in a match, and I fully intend to win, despite the circumstances.
Kevin: Well, I mean, are you going to take this answer? Are you just going to let it go like that?
Freeman looks at Kevin, a bit confused.
Freeman: What are you talking about?
Kevin: What are YOU talking about? AK..her blog…what she said about you…you know…what we’re talking about?
And Freeman sighs, and gives a short chuckle. Kevin looks at him confused, and Freeman just shakes his head.
Freeman: It appears we’ve had a misunderstanding, Kevin. I was talking not about that blog post, but the fact that I have been booked tonight in a match for the Entertainment Championship! It was infuriating when I heard the news that I have been booked in a match for this worthless midcard title. Chris Phenomenal is so far beneath my league, that I feel quite disrespected at the moment. In fact, infuriatingly so. And THAT is what I was referring to. You thought I was so worked up about such a trivial matter as that blog post?
This does not seem to be in character for Freeman…why would he not be angry about being dismissed like that? Why is he not freaking out? Those questions are going through Kevin’s head right now, and he intends to find out.
Kevin: Well, yes…because in the past you’ve shown yourself to well…want things to go your way. Last Thursday you said that if she said no, you would ---
Freeman: Oh, Kevin…listen. What she said has not angered me at all. I am slightly sorry she feels that way, but I now see how it is. I completely respect her opinion. The more pressing matter at the moment is this match that I have wrongly been placed in tonight. I am not concerned about what Alicia Kitsune said. I am not angry nor am I about to freak out. That blog post has not even touched my mind. She made her choice.
Kevin: After all you said on Thursday, suddenly…you’re saying you DON’T care anymore? That…that…you’re giving up that easily? That’s it?
Again Freeman chuckles.
Freeman: Did I say that?
Kevin: Well you implied---
Freeman: Stop putting words in my mouth Kevin. I said what I said. Things will be taken care of. That’s all I have to say on that matter.
Kevin: But…what do you –
Freeman: Good day, Kevin.
And with a smirk, Freeman walks off camera calmly. Whenever Freeman is cool and collected…it’s scarier than his outbursts. What can he possibly be planning? One thing is for sure, and that’s that this isn’t over, despite what he says. Freeman has something up his sleeve…but what?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:05:38 GMT -5
THE DRUGGIE MEETS THE DRUNKARD - PART I [/size] Starr / Dickinson[/center] So it's official. ACW needs to open up a rehab center and send Davey Dickinson there, because their newest superstar is a stoner in every sense of the word. I mean, come on. The guy smoked his contract. If that's not a pothead, then I don't know what is. Regardless, we fade up to the scene of Davey Dickinson sitting in his locker room. Davey is wearing his black wrestling tights with green marijuana leafs on the side of them. He also has a torn up Children of Bodom shirt. A few tattered holes, but no need to get rid of it, right? Davey looks around a bit and sees Sara Brooks walk into view. She is wearing a black top with torn up blue jeans. She sits next to Davey and we see that she brought her friend with her. Mr. Bong Bongenstein. She grins at Davey as both nod in approval. She loads the bowl from a small bag of weed she has near her. She grabs a lighter from the table and begins to light the bong. She takes a huge hit and passes the bong to Davey. Holding her smoke in her mouth, she talks in a muffled voice.S. BROOKS[/color] Hit it quick. It's like, totally rad.She lets out a huge puff of smoke as Davey takes his hit. He proceeds to inhale a large amount as well. Holy hell, that's a huge hit. He's still going! THE BOWL IS CASHED! He holds it in for a few seconds and then expertly releases a massive amount of smoke. The room is filled with smoke as the door suddenly opens. And in walks..Andrew Starr?Andrew Starr: Somebody call the fire department. This locker room is on fire!S. BROOKS[/color] Hey man. No, dude. Like, we're just smokin' out in here.D. DICKINSON[/color] What's up bro? Andrew Starr: Is this 4-A?S. BROOKS[/color] No man. It's like, 420-A. Ahahahaha!D. DICKINSON[/color] Nah man. But it's 4-A. What's up? You lookin' for some stuff? Andrew Starr: Don't touch the stuff. But, this is my locker room.D. DICKINSON[/color] It seems like you do touch the stuff, man. 'Cause you must be trippin. This is my locker room. Andrew Starr: I think it's mine.D. DICKINSON[/color] Dude like...what if it's both ours? Andrew Starr: That could very well be...D. DICKINSON[/color] So does that mean we're like..roommates? It finally hits Starr. He has a roommate...in Davey Dickinson. He looks down at Dickinson who takes a huge hit from a bong. Starr sighs.Andrew Starr: That's the way it looks.D. DICKINSON[/color] Dude! RAD! That means we can like...tell ghost stories to each other. And secrets! Dude, you wanna know one of my secrets? Andrew Starr: Not really.D. DICKINSON[/color] I don't wear underwear man. I mean, when I do it just jams everything in one place. I don't like that feeling. I like bein' unfeathered. It feels so goo-- Andrew Starr: That's enough of that. Look, I've got a match to prepare for. Try not to drink all of my stuff, eh?D. DICKINSON[/color] You drink?Andrew Starr: Yeah..That a problem?D. DICKINSON[/color] Nah man. I'm just sayin'..it's bad for you...Andrew Starr: And that's not?D. DICKINSON[/color] Nah man. NAH! You don't even know what you're talkin' about do you? I bet you didn't know that marijuana..this shit here..it can help slow down cancer. And AIDS. And it helps my eyes. In fact, my eyes are so strong after smoking some of this stuff, that I can see through you Andrew. Check it out man. You're like..invisible or something. This shit is trippy....Andrew Starr: Just don't drink my Jack.Starr shakes his head as Davey laughs to himself and waves his hand in front of his face. He begins to giggle as does Sara Brooks. Starr grabs a bottle of Jack from a small stocked mini-fridge and walks out of the room. Davey looks at Sara and smirks.D. DICKINSON[/color] That guy is cool. Load up another bowl though..She smirks as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:06:13 GMT -5
Match 1: ACW Tag Team Championships The Road Steelers V-3 vs. The Capitalists (Credit: Chris Phenomenal)
Coming off a little bit of miscommunication at Fallen Heroes, The Capitalists look to set aside any hardships they may have for the better good, going up against the Road Steelers for the ACW Tag Team Championships in the opening contest at night of champions. With Jake Steele having another match later on it would be interesting to see the strategy employed by the Road Steelers to make sure their leader stayed Mike Fresh.
The Beginning[/b]
The match started off with Jake Steele taking the role of cheerleader as Lee Homicide started off against Kevin Fitsharris. The two circled each other before engaging in a collar and elbow tie up, Fitsharris surprisingly taking control early on putting Lee into a side headlock and starting to throw down. Lee eats a few good blows before he ducks out and under taking the back of Fitsharris and lets him fly with a release German suplex. Fitsharris get’s to his feet but is whipped into the Road Steelers corner before falling on the receiving end of a clothesline. Lee takes advantage, stomping Fitsharris a couple of times before tagging in his comrade, Jake Steele. Jake comes in like wildfire, torching the chest of Fitsharris with blistering chops, obviously sending a message to Senator. Finally Jake backs off and Fitsharris steps out of the corner and then WHAM! Steele connects with a whirlwind kick, knocking the rib cage of Fitsharris into his spine and back into the corner where Steele surveys his handy work and tags Lee Homicide back into the match. Lee makes sure that the Road Steelers don’t lose control of the match planting Fitsharris with an Ace Crusher as soon as he comes in that almost sends the match home as Fitsharris rolls the shoulder up at two.
The Middle
Firmly in control of the match Lee Homicide stalks Fitsharris, ready to head home and end the match with a Starlight extinction. Fitsharris is slow to his feet, possibly an over exaggerated slow as when Lee lifts him up to his shoulders he manages to wriggle off and push him towards the corner, the momentum propelling him towards his corner, and his waiting partner with an outstretched hand. Lee races to stop the tag but isn’t able to as Kalb enters the match with a fury, looking to take the head off of Lee with a clothesline, but misses as Lee ducks out. This doesn’t stop Kalb however from continuing forward, instead connecting with an elbow shot to Jake Steele knocking him of the ring apron. Kalb turns around and ducks a D.U.D attempt from Lee Homicide and comes back with a few heavy rights backing Lee Homicide up. The capitalists momentum is halted however as Jake Steele slides into the ring, not taking kindly to the cheap shot from Kalb. This brings Fitsharris back into the fray as the four men brawl, exchanging rights and lefts, the referee trying to restore order but failing to do so. It is only the threat of disqualification, that forces Steele and Kalb back to the corners, the Capitalists having gotten a cheap tag in over the course of the fray.
The End[/b]
Fitsharris however lost the momentum previously gained by his partner, looking to counter a Homicide Irish whip with a leg lariat that is ducked by Lee and once he gets to his feet is caught with a toe kick and then a vicious Sick Roll that brings about another two count for the Road Steelers. This doesn’t faze Lee as he continues to attack, picking Fitsharris up by his hair and then delivering a scoop slam, once again gaining a two count from the referee in charge as Kalb dives in to break up the pin fall attempt. With Kalb entering the fray it was a call to arms for Jake Steele as once again he was brought into the action and with Fitsharris down the two Brooklyn Bad Boys took it to Anthony Kalb, who put up an admirable fight long enough for Fitsharris to get to his feet and go after Steele. Lee and Kalb brawl, Lee connecting with a few rights before Kalb switches postion. In the meantime Kalb appears to be taking it to Jake and goes for a lariat attempt but Jake ducks it, and as Kalb turns around…BAM!! Steele connects with a Boomerang, Kalb hit’s the floor and appears to be out as Lee Homicide connects with a vicious DUD after connecting with a beautiful left hook that had stunned Fitsharris. Fitsharris appears to be out on his feet as he stumbles and turns around right into a Lion's Roar (Codebreaker)!. If Fitsharris wasn’t out from the DUD he know is as Jake exit’s the ring and Lee covers Fitsharris for the three count.
The Winners
By Pinfall and STILL WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…THE ROAD STEELERS[/u][/I]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:06:52 GMT -5
Segment: NY’s Finest Credit: Jake Steele, Chris Phenomenal, Lee Homicide As this scene opens up, we cut to the entrance curtain backstage just as Jake Steele and Lee Homicide walk through them, with their Tag Team Championships in hand after retaining and making a statement against The Capitalists; The Senator’s henchmen. And while it wasn’t Steve Phillips himself, it was close enough for now. Steele and Lee converse with one another, possibly discussing a gameplan for the rest of the night, not paying much attention to those around them. Though their attention is grabbed, as they halt and look in front of them. The camera pans around to see whom they’re looking at… and we see none other than the current Entertainment Champion; a smiling Chris Phenomenal.Chris Phenomenal: Great work out there tonight boys. Really showed what exactly your capable of in the ring, taking on two guys who are so fucking accomplished they don’t even get their picture on those snazzy little hype banners. I mean it’s pretty impressive you two going out there and winning against a quality opponent like The Capitalists. I’d hate to see what you would do against a real team like the Mega Star Alliance. I’m really fucking worried that if it had been me and Mach out there, we might not even be walking out of the ring. I mean you would have fucked us up SO MUCH they mighta had to cart us out in an ambulance.Chris pauses for a moment, a large smile coming over his face.Chris Phenomenal: Baw, who da fuck am I kiddin’. If I had paid to come see this show I would have been interrupting Gingers training session asking for a refund you guys were that bad. As far as I’m concerned ya’ll are lucky it wasn’t the Mega Star Alliance you were facing tonight or you wouldn’t have those shiny belts around your waist, the same way that ya’ll will be lucky to walk out of Spring into Hell with your titles.CP smirks having gotten a few verbal jabs in. Though before Steele can retaliate with a retort, Lee does instead.Lee: Aight, now you just listen up one goddamn minute, Sonny Jim. You's a big man with a big mouth to match, but every time I see you in the ring, you fight like you was three feet tall. You make Simba Mufasa look like the fuckin' Heartless Scar from Kingdom Hearts. Fact is, the battle for prestigious ACW gold isn't fought on a mike or a lyric book. If you wanna be the best, you gotta risk life, body, and limb, throw every hope for safety out the fuckin' window. And when that time comes for you to do that, boyo, you ain't gonna be man enough. I knew it immediately. That's why you'll never be a true champ. The title belt doesn't make a champion. It's the merit of the man wearing the belt that gives the title its prestige. Right now, that fancy belt of yours only acts to keep your pants from sagging. It don't designate you as the best at anything. When that strap finally does find its rightful place around the waist of Notorious One-Three-Three, only then will it have meaning. Learn my name, for it is that of the true champion: itzLEEyuhBITCH! [/size][/font][/center] The two current leaders of the Entertainment Division go nose to nose. They both seem to have quite a lot to say towards each other, as all rivals usually do. CP’s hot-headed temper causes the natural reaction of a retort, his adversary looking into his eyes and listening on.Chris Phenomenal: Big fucking mouth, ya want to know about a big fucking mouth, all you have to look at is one those little pussy ass Brooklyn bitches after they done with yours truly if you want to know about a big mouth. As for this title it isn’t going no where, it’s stuck in Harlem like…Lee: Yo fat head up yo pasty-white azzhole! Lee Homicide brushes past CP, who smiles to himself as he feels he got the upper hand in that argument. It would seem that, that was the end, but it only brought the number of champions in this segment from three… to two.Steele: Well. If it isn’t da “Harlem Superman”. I see you done moved up in da world. Congratulations on your Entertainment Title win, no doubt man, you deserve it… and a few people right now are callin' you da future. Especially after Fallen Heroes.Wait for it...Steele: It’s just too bad dat all of dis hype will be dead in a matter of two weeks. Cause once you step in dat ring with Lee, he's gon' hit da D.U.D and yo career is gon' be D.E.A.D! Haha!Bam.Steele: But don’t sweat it man, cause when you lose, and your wrestling career dies off. You always got momma jokes to fall back on. Since you just love usin’ da same played out jokes.Chris Phenomenal: Jokes, what jokes? Everything I be saying is the straight up truth. Like did I tell ya ’bout the time me and your…Steele: See, there we go again man.Chris Phenomenal: Ya know what, fuck you bitch. I ain’t goin’ nowhere, my career is far from over. I’m not going to be kicked with no T.H.U.D or whatever the fuck it’s called, I’m not going to be cracked with no Right In Yo Face, I’m heading straight for the top, exactly like you said. Eventually it’s going to be the Mega Star Alliance at the top, it’s going to be Mach beating you, Rawt beating Train, an X and Jonny completing the final step towards every title ending up on the Mega Star Alliance side. Ya got anythin’ to say to dat, ya gonna try me?Steele: Try you? Nah dude, I don’t swing dat way. But I can whoop yo bitch ass in dat ring - anytime, anywhere. It could be a good warm-up for when I beat your sucka ass friend Hollywood Mach at Spring into Hell. I mean, you a little bigger than him but I’ve beaten bigger.Chris Phenomenal: So first ya don’t swing that way, then you don’t swing that way. You fuckin’ schizo or some shit. All you Brooklyn bitches are the same shit ya know that, all talk, small game. I’ll give you credit for steppin’ up at Fallen Heroes against X, but afterwards, ya got clowned by an old man, who “emptied his bowels” or some shit before heading out there, and if ya did that, what makes you think you have any chance at beating Hollywood. He’s be talkin all the way to the top. He’s been there before and I’ll be damned if he doesn’t end up there again. If I were you, I‘d be taking off over these next two weeks, avoiding ACW like Sam Ronson avoids LiLo, to make sure that you arrive in one piece. I sure as hell hope you don’t do that however as I’d love to make you eat your words and knock you the fuck out before Spring Into Hell, ya feel.With that Chris brushes aside his hoody revealing his gat in the waistband of his pants before walking off in his own direction, leaving the World Champ standing there, this time the one who did not get the last word for once. He looks almost dumbfounded actually, but he’s quick to shrug it off and continue on down the hallway after all of that. Because he has one more match to go, and there is also the possibility of a little interaction later on in the night during the contest between Chairman Gingerdude and Thunder Train if things get out of hand, as well as possible friction in Hollywood Mach’s match-up with Dave Shadow… just because.
We’ll see.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:07:29 GMT -5
Segment: Game On (Credit: Train)
We open with Train walking around toward two big doors. He seems to be frustrated with something by his expression. He doesn't bother knocking on the door but rather just pushes the door open. Gingerdude is there in his wrestling attire; he evidently wants to make sure he’s ready in good time before he has to go out to the ring and compete. He looks up and sees Train standing there. Gingerdude lets out a sigh and stands up.
Gingerdude: What the hell do you want Train?
Thunder Train: Nice wrestling attire Gingerdude. Those yardtards are gonna be mad when they find out.
Gingerdude: You have 5 seconds to tell me what you want before I bring in security.
Thunder Train: Well, something has been bugging me lately. About our match later, I was thinking, after I beat your ass to a pulp, who is gonna be chairman?
Gingerdude: Ha! Do you really believe that Train?
Thunder Train: I was thinking that in your time of absence I could take over. I mean, I already have experience in an executive position. Jay Zero isn't coming back anytime soon so I would be the perfect candidate for the job.
Gingerdude: You truly underestimate me Train. I have connections that would surprise you.
Thunder Train: Thunderkiss and Shadow? They won't help you. Thunderkiss is too selfish for that and Shadow has other things that he has to get ready for. Let's face it Gingerdude, it's just you and me in a ring where anything goes. Are you THAT desperate to get me out of ACW that you wanted to do it yourself?
Gingerdude: Desperate men do desperate things Train. Hey, let's make things even more interesting. If I beat you for that title, you are gone from ACW!
Thunder Train: I'm getting sick of this stipulation being added onto every single match that I have.
Gingerdude: Oh come on Train. You just said it that it will be just me and you in the ring and you could do whatever you wanted. Aren't you confident in yourself?
Train smirks, he sees what Gingerdude is trying to do.
Thunder Train: Something hears funny around here. But you know what Gingerdude, I'll give into your little game. Let me guess, Thursday I'll have a match and when I lose I'm fired?
Gingerdude: Not quite Train.
Thunder Train: Oh boy, that relieves me.
Train knows to keep his guard up anyway as Gingerdude likes to spring on stipulations at random.
Thunder Train: But really Gingerdude, when is all this gonna be over so I can have my sister?
Gingerdude: The day you leave ACW Train, she'll reappear on your doorstep.
Thunder Train: Wrong answer. I'll get her sooner or later...
Gingerdude: See you out there tonight Train.
Thunder Train: GAME ON!
Train leaves and slams the doors closed. Gingerdude lets out an evil MUAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA laugh then returns to his desk to finish up some paper work. This is gonna be one hell of a show! Who will prove the old axiom today? The weak lose and the strong win!
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:08:17 GMT -5
“MASQUERADE” Credit: Rena, Thunderkiss Anna Sommers-Joseph was a jealous woman, it was as simple as that. With her general jealousy, seeing the embrace shared between her husband and 'that cherry blossom whore' fueled her jealousy beyond belief. There had been a fight the night of this embrace, and although the argument had ended, the anger inside Anna never stopped for a moment. But alas, she was a smart woman and decided to play the game she had played since birth. This is what brought Anna to the door of Rena's home. She eyed the exterior meticulously, noting the elegance radiating from this aged apartment-turned-home. She had just finished ringing the doorbell when the door suddenly opened....: Yes? Anna Sommers-Joseph: I'm here to see Rena. ...: Just a moment. And just as the door had opened, it was slammed in Anna's face by the plump woman Anna assumed was a maid. Anna was finally let in after a momentary pause in time, and was ushered to the second floor of the building which housed a drawing room that would be admired by the Queen herself. A beautiful black piano was the focal point of the cream-colored room, and Anna finally placed her gazes on Rena who was in a lingerie dress made of black lace that ended mid-thigh. Rena's head turned slightly towards the door and smiled, placing her morning tea down and standing up. Although Anna had a general distaste of Rena, she couldn't help but admire her taste which was evident everywhere including the 18th century kimono Rena was wearing as a housecoat. Rena: What a surprise. I get thrown out of a public place and now the enforcer is in my home. Anna Sommers-Joseph: Exaggeration much? I wouldn't exactly say I threw you out. Rena: If I had stayed any longer I'm sure it would have been your next option. she was probably correct.Anna Sommers-Joseph: If you are done shooting darts at me with your eyes, I actually came to apologize. Aiden and I spoke about it a few nights ago and we both agree that your relationship was healthy and completely platonic. Healthy? Anna disagreed completely when Aiden had brought this up, but what happens behind closed doors stays behind them after all. Rena: Well, I'm glad you see it this way. Would you care for some tea? Anna Sommers-Joseph: I would, actually. Anna was growing tired of the fake pleasantries and wanted to slap the little whore and be done with this all, but she knew better that this was not how she should act. So she decided to sit on a chaise close to Rena, staring at her radiating beauty. This must be what Aiden's always been after, she thought. Soon her thoughts were silenced as the plump woman brought a cup of tea with a flower bud laying within it.Rena: When you add the water, the bud blooms. I had it imported from China, it's delicious. Anna: *sipping* It is delicious. Rena: So, how is Winter? Anna: As well as she can in her condition. Rena: I see, well that's good. ...: Miss Rena, you have an engagement in an hour. You must be ready before the car picks you up. Rena: I will be ready, thank you. ...: *sighs* Anna Sommers-Joseph: If you have somewhere to be, I can leave. I’d rather not be a nuisance. Rena: It's fine, really. She just likes to hurry me because I pay her to. Anna Sommers-Joseph: I see. So how long have you known Aiden? Rena: For quite some time ... maybe two or three years? We have quite the past. Anna Sommers-Joseph: * fake smiles* I bet. Rena: I assume you've seen the scar on his chest- Anna Sommers-Joseph: *interrupts* Those dreadful carvings? Rena: Yes. I did that about a year or so ago ... like I said, we had quite the past. Anna Sommers-Joseph: ... what kind of past would require you to butcher my husband like that? Rena: Well, it's- ...: *interrupting* Miss Rena! you must get into your day clothes or you will be late. Rena: Ah, yes! Anna, I'm so sorry. My maid will show you out, I'm really happy you stopped by. Anna Sommers-Joseph: Yes, thank you for the tea. Please come see me anytime. Rena: You aswell, my home is always welcome to you and Aiden. and Aiden ... those words stabbed into Anna as Rena smiled and finally left the room. That fat little maid HAD to interrupt at the time Anna wanted most - she wanted answers. Now she knew where the scars came from ... but why? And that date ... what does the date signify? A date they met? fell in love? GOT MARRIED IN VEGAS!? Ideas were swirling in her head so fast that she needed to stop for a moment before stepping into her car. As she turned on her engine she knew one thing ...
she would get answers.
and there would be pain.[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:09:31 GMT -5
”Sick’em Boys” Credit: Danny Mainer/Thunder Train An armed entourage in the backstage areas of the ACW locker room lead by Mainer Corleone walk menacingly through the corridor carrying Thompson Machine Guns threatening anyone that gets into their way. Considering the fact that there’s three of them, all armed very few people think of staying in their way and are shoved to one side if they don’t muttering threats about calling Gingerdude. The deadly trio barge through the double doors leading to the locker room corridor with animalistic looks on their face. Ready and raring to kill. After finding out where the secret lair of Bat Train is located (not a secret now eh?) he makes a bee-line for the obvious place where such a hive of sin would be located. Where you ask? His locker room, obviously. Mainer threatens a female intern by pointing the gun at her head. She drops to her knees, begging for mercy. Danny then does the right-minded mafia thing and offers her hand to him. She takes it and kisses the hand gently getting a tiny bit of lipstick on his knuckle.
Danny then moves, glad he has some loyalty within the building. He continues to saunter down the corridor with a big grin on his still shaven face. Charlotte King is shown standing at a cross-road of the corridor trying to see underneath Mainer’s fedora to see who this tall, dark and handsome stranger is. She recoils in shock when she sees that it is in fact Danny Mainer. The entourage walk ahead of Mainer, both recognizing her and realizing she could be a threat to them. They advance on her menacingly and start trying to grab her as she screams in fear. The two bruisers, Ugly Jimmy is a tall, bulky fat guy with a cream coloured black cap, a rolled up white shirt and suspenders and one hell of a mean streak. The other is Enzo Romero, an average sized guy in full suit but with massive amounts of facial scarring caused from knife wounds. Upon seeing the danger to her, Mainer puts the gun to the back of Enzo’s head and taps Jimmy on the shoulder.Mainer Corleone: ”Lay a finger on her and I’ll kill you both. She’s protected by the Corleone’s and by me. Capice? Leave her alone.”Enzo Romero: “We'll try.” Mainer Corleone: "ENZO! Alive!!!"Ugly Jimmy: “Sawry bawse.” Mainer Corleone: ”Glad we understand each other. Charlotte, you look good tonight. Have fun, alright?”Charlotte is still a little scared of Mainer and his thugs, but she blushes at Danny’s compliment. Before she can muster up a response Mainer and his thugs are already heading off. Charlotte signals for the camera crew to follow on watching from the back as Mainer’s entourage continue down the corridor finally finding the door that has “Bat Train” scrawled on it hastily. Mainer only has to point and Ugly Jimmy with a big-ass shoulder barge sends the door flying off of its hinges with little effort. Enzo follows in after Jimmy and finally Mainer completes the trio inside the locker room. To the surprise of Mainer, the only person in here is Thunder Lawyer who was nonchalantly eating a sandwich until the door was sent flying off the wall.
Now, he’s quivering on the floor trying to eat his sandwich and not be noticed by the intruders. Ugly Jimmy spots him immediately and grabs him by the collar of his shirt dragging him up violently. He notices the sandwich and slaps it out of TL’s grip, then crushing it under his loafer. Lawyer looks like he’s about to cry with the destruction of his sandwich as Danny is shown unscrewing a hip-flash of whisky. He takes a lengthy swig and then caps it again, stuffing it in his trouser pocket. He sighs with relief at the bitter alcoholic beverage and smiles, a little more relaxed then he was.Mainer Corleone: ”Hold his arms back Jimmy, I want a word with this schyster.”Jimmy complies and Mainer walks over, the gun held at his side as Enzo looks around for things to steal or any sign of Thunder Train. Mainer grabs the shirt collar of Thunder Lawyer and stares him down.Mainer Corleone: ”Listen asshole, where’s Bat Train? I want some answers or else I’ll make sure that nobody is able to hear your screams when I put this gun in your mouth and ventilate the back of your head. Understood?”Thunder Lawyer: How the Hell did you get a gun into the building? That’s just outright impr- Mainer backhand slaps him, leaving a dark red imprint on his face. Lawyer drops to his knees from the impact. Danny grabs his shirt again and grimaces at him forcing Lawyer to look at him.Mainer Corleone: ”Lemme tell ya’ a little story Thunder Lawyer. Not too long ago I was in some major legal trouble and I had this real wise-guy lawyer give me cheek because people thought I killed Thunderkiss. Even the lawyer himself was willing to testify against me and you know what I did? I grabbed a chunk of his hair and I stuck it in a fax machine and sent it to some couple in Thailand. All I got back was a message saying “They call me The King for a reason”. I then proceeded to complain about it on the internet. Man, I miss the 80’s. But from that experience I don’t like any lawyers no matter how Jewish they are. So, you can either cooperate with me or I can cut off your thumbs, feed ‘em to some Asian kids and then let Ugly Jimmy finish off the job which I promise won’t be pretty or you can tell me where I can find Thunder Train and I can make sure I get my amulet back. Understood?”Thunder Lawyer: You’re all stupid and this whole storyline arc is retarded. Danny punches Lawyer right in the mouth probably jarring a few of his teeth in the process. Lawyer groans in pain in a rather Peter Griffin-esque way.Thunder Lawyer: Owwwww! What the hell was that for? Mainer Corleone: ”Breaking kayfabe. Now WHERE. THE. FUCK. IS. TRAIN?!”Thunder Lawyer: I don’t friggin’ know! He said he was going off for a long and arduous preparation for tonight’s defence! I dunno where he’s gone? Mainer Corleone: ”Hmff, alright boys. I dunno if he’s lying or not. Let’s go to the door and discuss this privately.”Ugly Jimmy drops him carelessly laughing as his head bounces off the floor. Enzo quickly steals Lawyer’s wallet but Lawyer is too afraid to try and get it back. They stand by the broken door and discuss in hushed whispers as Mainer tells them the bright idea he has. A grin emerges on all threes faces like they’ve just arrived at a whore house and so finally the ending comes into play.Mainer Corleone: ”Lawyer, we’re gonna’ play a game. If you lose, you die, if you win, you live. How good is your dodging abilities?”Thunder Lawyer: Wait, wha?- All three men start firing their Tommy Guns’ wildly around the room. The sound of gunfire cuts off Lawyer’s questioning and he screams, darting for the couch as bullets whiz overhead breaking bits of plaster of the wall as it splinters in all directions. All of the electronic surfaces in Train’s kitchen are destroyed, the blender is completely blended and the microwave looks like it’s about to have a fit. The cupboard doors are blasted off their hinges and then Mainer turns to see Train’s pride and joy. A big, ten foot poster of Journey signed by Journey. He points the gun at it and lets rip, unleashing a hail of devastating bullets which rip through the poster bringing it off the wall effortlessly. It falls in a tattered heap of rock music paper and then Mainer turns his attention on the big TV that Train has breaking that too with his gun. The couch that Lawyer hides behind is completely shredded. Just for good measure, Ugly Jimmy tips the couch on top of Lawyer and laughs to himself. All three men then leave through the door smirking and joking about the insanity of the past thirty seconds as a rescue team comes for Lawyer. You don’t attack a man’s lawyer, it’s personal now.FADE
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