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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:10:12 GMT -5
Segment: The Search Begins? (Credit: ??)
As the show returns from commercial break, the camera reveals a shot of the backstage area showcasing the one and only Kevin Anderson as he gets ready for an interview segment later tonight. As he reviews his notes a shadow slowly creeps over him and forces himself to look up. A slight grin comes across his face but that quickly changes to concern. The camera slowly zooms back to reveal the culprit of the shadow to be.... former World Champion, Victor "Latino" Laureano. After his interview with Freeman earlier in the evening, to say that Kevin is surprised is an understatement.
Kevin: Latino? I thought Fallen Heroes was a one time thing. What are you doing?
The fans give off a pop at the sight of this ACW Legend dressed in casual clothes with his sunglasses covering his eyes. It's clear he's not here to wrestle.
Latino: ... Freeman. Have you seen him chico?
Kevin: Well, I interviewed him earlier... but I have no idea where he is now. Probably preparing for his match, I should think.
Latino turns to leave and continue his search but Kevin quickly brings him back.
Kevin: Does this have to do with he said last week?
Latino takes his shades off, frowning.
Latino: Of course it does. This man has insulted and threatened... the mother of my twin babies. Kevin, you know when someone messes with Alicia that it's not long until I show up and I make it my business.
Kevin: What about the fact that Freeman appears to have moved on-
Latino: Moved on? Oh no, chico. You see, this isn’t for Freeman to say when this is over. It’s over when I make damn sure that he never messes with us again. So, not that I'm trying to be rude but I'm sure you'll understand if I can't stay to chat about old times. If you see Freeman tell him I'm here and I will not leave this arena until I find him.
Latino bolts off camera as Kevin looks back with a look of surprise and concern. He hasn't seen Latino with this form of intensity and anger in a long time. It does indeed bring back old memories and one thing is for sure this does not spell good intentions for Jason Freeman.
* fade to black *
OOC: Credit for the segment goes to Latino.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:10:37 GMT -5
Chapter 2 : Hounded in Hamburg Volume 1: An Evening Stroll
The following was originally scheduled to air on April 13th 2009 Credit: Jonny Hughes[/center] It’s a few minutes after the unusual ending of tonight’s opening contest, a match which we saw the usually focused Jonny Hughes walk out on. It’s safe to say that Hughes was not on top of his game tonight, anyone watching the match could tell you that. He was making mistakes, sloppy mistakes the likes of which he hasn’t made since the early years of his pro wrestling career and now we find Jonny Hughes outside of the ACW Arena in one of the many sidestreets of the beautiful city of Hamburg, it’s obvious to anyone watching that Jonny’s mind was not on the wrestling tonight and that he’s still got his ‘reunion’ with his father on Thursday running through his mind. His father’s words still ringing in his ears....You turned your back on the family trade...I’ve never been so ashamed in my life...Jonny takes a moment to reflect and casually leans against the wall of a nearby pub, an act which appears to be some kind of signal in this particular district of Hamburg as it is not long before he is accosted by a rather loose looking woman in a very short skirt.Woman: You looking for a good time? Jonny lets out a wry smile and laughs under his breath.Hughes: A good time?...Isn’t that what everyone is looking for?...Hughes’ philosophical outlook confuses the woman who simple walks away into the night, looking for another client. Jonny watches as she stumbles out of shot and laughs before he is brought back to earth when his cellphone rings. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and looks to see who’s calling.Incoming Call...
Gingerdude Shit. Ginger must be fairly pissed off that I walked out on my match earlier...He’ll have to wait, I have to calm myself down...I need to be in a better place than I am right now.Jonny presses Ignore on his phone before stowing it back in his coat pocket as his mind drags him back to Thursday gone, he remembers the things his father said to him and the things he’d said in retaliation. Does he regret the things he said? Maybe. Was he right to say them? Definitely. But he still feels like he should have held back a bit, he feels that he should have been softer on his old man. Even though he abandoned Jonathan when he was just a boy of 12 years old no father should have to hear that their son doesn’t love them, especially not directly from the son in question. He pulls his phone back out of his pocket and scrolls down his phonebook until he comes to one name.William Hughes He stares at the screen of his phone for a few moments thinking if he should call his father or delete the entry altogether. He looks at the name again...William Hughes...it speaks volumes about his relationship with his dad that he resorted to using his father’s real name for his phone entry rather than something along the lines of ‘Dad’. Jonny’s finger hovers over the call button for a few moments before he thinks better of it and snaps his phone shut. He shoves it into his pocket once again and rises to his feet.I need a drink...Where’s the nearest bar?Jonny takes a moment to look around before realising that the building he was leaning against is actually a pub. He looks over the establishment, the walls look hella dirty and the windows have some metal plating over them, not a good sign. He also takes the fact that he was just accosted by a lady of the night into account and decides that this may not be the right place for him. He spots a group of men walking past the bar and approaches them.Hughes: Abendherren. Wo ist der nächste Stab? (Evening gents. Where’s the nearest pub?)The men all point to the pub that Hughes was just leaning against and he looks back at the bar and laughs.Hughes: Irgendwo tut das nicht Geruch des Urins. (Somewhere that doesn’t smell of piss)The men all share a laugh with Hughes and proceed in giving him directions to the nearest, clean drinking establishment. The camera picks up some movement in the shadows near the corner that Hughes just emerged from, we zoom in on a tall dark figure, wearing a long overcoat not to different in style from that of Jonny Hughes’. We’re not the only people who have noticed this unusual movement as we see Jonny Hughes cast a cautionary glance out the corner of his eye. Once the men have finished giving Jonny their directions he thanks them in word perfect German, a skill we did know he had, before heading off towards the bar. He makes it half way down the street before the dark figure begins to follow him down the street. Jonny smiles as his suspicions have been confirmed, he is being followed and now he’s going to play a game with his stalker.It’s been a while since someone made the mistake of following me...Let’s have a little fun with you...Try to keep up.Jonny suddenly ducks into a nearby side alley and out of sight as we fade to black and move onto our next scene...To be continued...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:11:59 GMT -5
Match 2: Tables Match Rawt Ross vs. Danny Mainer (Credit: Mainer) MATCH: Mainer Corleone VS Rawt Ross (Tables) Credit: Danny Mainer MATCH BEGINNING:The match begun as most table matches do, with some of the bigger wrestling moves you’ll see in the evening. The powerhouse Rawt takes control by throwing Mainer down with a stiff Scoop Slam and a Leg Drop. He then hit a big time Face First DDT smushing his face into the mat awkwardly. It went up to the next level when Mainer hit a fat-ass jawbreaker followed by the Angry Pirate. The crowd marvelled at Mainer even managed to reach up to Rawt for the eye poke but he did it and Rawt groaned in pain hopping around on one leg. Mainer then let rip with a Swinging Cleaver Attempt heading straight for Rawt’s head but he ducked it and tackled Mainer to the floor attempting to start up a ground and pound game punching in the face repeatedly. Mainer countered this though with an old-schooled headbutt to the Sideburned Soldier. The crowd roared with delight though as when Mainer got up he was dropped with a ]B]Running Big Boot[/B]. Ouch. Gotta’ hurt. MATCH MID-SECTION:This is when the weapons came out, tables were set-up pre-match all around the ring. One was left lying outside the ring near the entrance ramp and Rawt tried another big boot to send Corleone off the apron and through the table but Mainer dropped off the apron leaving Rawt strung up straddling the top rope. Mainer reached under the ring and swung for the fences hitting Rawt in the side with a steel chair. Rawt hit the ground and realized his moment of grave danger as Corleone is one of the most deadliest men in a tables match in Wrestling History. Corleone however stayed on the apron waiting for Rawt to get back up as he set up for a HUGE signature move on the apron. The crowd waited as Rawt slowly was brought up to his feet and the crowd saw the ending of the match… Continued Next Segment…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:12:34 GMT -5
”Match Ending” Credit: Danny Mainer The crowd were fired up as Mainer seemingly had the upper hand on Rawt, Rawt being flat on his back in the middle of the ring. Mainer had just scored a big-time Springboard Dropkick and Rawt was sprawled out on the ground trying desperately to kick some life into the system to try and put away this Non-MSA insignificant little gnat and bring home some glory. Mainer Corleone was adjusting his Godfather Trunks ready to finish off the fight staring down his opponent as the three hundred pound Rawt slowly begun to regain his senses heaving himself off the mat with great amounts of effort as fatigue had now set in. Danny squatted down low like he was looking for a spear, holding onto the ropes and willing Rawt to get up. Slowly but surely Rawt went vertical and it came to the realization of the audience that Rawt’s undefeated streak was soon to be over if Danny Mainer would get his way.
Mainer’s eyes burnt with intensity as in the corner opposite to him and behind the mammoth Rawt was a big table waiting for Rawt to be thrown into. Rawt finally standing proud and tall in the centre of the ring turned to see Mainer Corleone flying at him with a big head-scissors takedown. Rawt found himself strung across the middle rope and the crowd were amped as they saw Mainer do something they’d never seen before. He threw up an arm for the Victory sign and then sprinted towards the incapacitated Rawt decimating him with a Feint Tiger Kick. The knees and shins of Mainer slammed into the face of Rawt and he was rocked back to his vertical position, stumbling groggily towards the centre of the ring as Danny stood on the apron to attempt his next move. Eddie Edison: ”I dunno what the Hell that was but it was awesome! Mainer kinda’ like just took Rawt down on the ropes and kicked him in the head! Great athleticism from this whacked out mobster!”Maxwell McNally: ”I’ll definitely agree with you there partner! Mainer Corleone as he’d be called isn’t from San Diego however so it can’t be called a 619, that Tiger Feint Kick he just used!”Eddie Edison: ”What about 702? That’s the area code of Vegas.”Maxwell McNally: ”How the Heck did you know that?”Eddie Edison: ”Used to be a telemarketer Maxy!”Maxwell McNally: ”That answers A LOT of questions.”With that awkward discussion over, Rawt sees Mainer coming towards him with a HUGE Slingshot Moonsault. Rawt however catches Mainer in mid-air hoisting him up in the Oklahoma Slam position stumbling backwards from the momentum. Mainer flails his legs wildly and inadvertently feels the snapback of kicking the referee in the face. The crowd boo loudly as Rawt attempts to slam him but Corleone slips down the back. Mainer then jumps left around him, Rawt turning the other way to try and grab him but Mainer leaps up and hits a big-time dropkick to the back sending Rawt smashing through the table. The crowd mark out for the bump as Rawt lies in a heap but the bell is not rang as the referee is unconscious from being kicked in the face. Rawt lies in a heap surrounded by fragments of table. Mainer tends to the referee trying to revive him slapping him in the face multiple times to lull him out of his unconscious state.Maxwell McNally: ”THE STREAK IS OVER! THE STREAK IS OVER! WHAT A MATCH!”Eddie Edison: ”This isn’t over Maxy, the referee is out! Oh my God this is so tense!”Finally, Rawt begins to stir and so Mainer realizing this goes to take him out of his game some more. Rawt drags himself out of the corner but Mainer tries to stop him with a stamp. Rawt dodges the boot and lunges with a low-blow. MC hunches over, groaning in agony at the shot aimed at his genitals. Rawt then grabs Mainer and quickly hits him with The Bomb Drop[/U] leaving Mainer down and out in the spot where the table used to be. He then grabs the reff and drags him to his feet, allowing himself to be used as a crutch by the referee. He sees Mainer out cold in the table and jumps to conclusions calling for the bell.[/I] Eddie Edison: ”OH COME ON!!!”Maxwell McNally: ”That is absolute bull!”Phillip Jones: ”Here is your winner! RAWT… ROSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!”Mainer’s eyes shoot open at the announcement and he immediately bails from the ring running as fast as he can as Rawt raises his arm to celebrate the continuation of his Undefeated Streak. The crowd celebrate with Rawt even with a dirty finish.FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:13:03 GMT -5
Title: What you expect? Credit: Chris Phenomenal/Jason Freeman
With Night of Champions already underway, The Road Steelers defending their tag titles against the Capitalists and Rawt Ross extending his winning streak after slamming Danny Mainer’s ass through a table, the camera focuses in on Chris Phenomenal finishing up his warm up exercises. Those are interrupted however by the man he is facing in his title match, Jason Freeman. Sensing the presence of someone but not looking up to find out who it is, Chris addresses Freeman.
Chris Phenomenal Fuck off, I’m busy here.
Freeman chuckles as he looks at Phenomenal finishing up a calf stretch, head still down in focus.
Freeman: You're not going to be so confident once I defeat you tonight.
This comment is enough to get the attention of Chris Phenomenal, who looks up and finally realizes who is standing in front of him.
Freeman: You know, it’s pretty pathetic that I’m being forced into a match for the absolutely worthless entertainment title, while some washed up old hack who hasn’t had a singles match in a year is going to get a WORLD title match. THAT'S where I should be, but instead I'm wasting my time with YOU. It's both insulting and infuriating.
Chris Phenomenal: You’re seriously feeling that you the entertainment title is beneath you or some shit. You honestly think you’re all that?
Freeman: I’ve been here over three years, and I don’t think I need to win the entertainment title again to validate my career.
Chris Phenomenal: You’ve won the entertainment title. You, the most boring wrestler on the planet, the man who some could say was even more generic than Josh Robertson was an entertainment champion? I call bull shit!
Freeman: I held it for eighty…
Chris Phenomenal: I don’t care how long you held it for, three years ago. As far as I’m concerned you’re a chump. You had to attack Latino from behind to get rid of him, and then you got your chump ass thrown out of the ring… by a women. Ya then proceeded to show EVERYONE how tough you really were by taking Max McNally and planting him with a DDT. It’s amazing how you’re able to reach new lows each and every week Freeman.
Freeman begins to speak but Chris raises his hand, interrupting him as Freeman can’t believe the audacity of the rookie surprisingly, especially with the disregard Chris has shown the veterans up and to this point in his ACW career.
Chris Phenomenal: So just imagine Freeman, after this week when you lose a match you said was beneath you, after you get beaten by a rook who according to you, has no business sharing the same ring with you takes you to school. Imagine what’s going to happen to the almighty Jason Freeman after he get’s taken out by Chris Phenomenal.
Once again Freeman tries to get a word in but he can’t Chris Phenomenal once again holding his hand up to interrupt Freeman
Chris Phenomenal: Thing is though it should almost be expected. You’re a pathetic piece of shit who isn’t worthy of holding my belt. In fact, I can’t wait for this match to prove it. I can’t wait to walk out there and kick your ass from here back to whatever place you call home and show once again why I’m the biggest riser in this company. I entered before you at Fallen Heroes and I lasted longer than you. I took it to your punk ass every time we faced off.
Chris looks at Freeman, malice in his eyes as Freeman appears to back down a half step before stepping closer as Chris gets to his feet. Freeman is finally able to get a word in.
Freeman: It’s going to be a pleasure to take you out tonight, and bring you back to reality. Despite my loss at Fallen Heroes, I’m going to show why I should be in the main event at Omega Effect V. I…
Freeman is interrupted as Chris Phenomenal starts to walk away, paying no heed to what Freeman has to say, or so it appears as Chris stops abruptly and turns and looks at Freeman.
Chris Phenomenal: You…in the main event! I’ll believe it when I see it.
On that note Chris Phenomenal does walk away, as Freeman looks on, the confrontation having possibly served to only infuriate him more.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:14:01 GMT -5
Dreams…everyone loves dreams… [/color] (Credit: VorteX)[/center] The scene opens up to reveal a small house on a hill, far away from most civilization. The night is dark, and it is raining softly. Heat lighting flashes in the distance and insects hum a song that only they fully understand. We look inside the house and find Vortex sleeping. One can obviously tell that this is no normal dream, as Vortex rocks back and forth in fits and starts, as if recalling something not so nice.--------------------- Vortex sees a cascade of hills surrounded by woods lying underneath an ashen sky. The wind blows softly, and light rain is falls gradually soaking the earth. On top of one of these hills a man lies, his red hair cast asunder. The man gradually wakes up and rises to his knees surveying the scene around him. Abel: Not this…not again. Abel rises to his feet shakily and heads down the hill. Before he can get far the sound of a gun firing rips through the air, and Abel drops to his knees holding his shoulder.Abel: Atrus! Show yourself you coward! Another man now walks into view; about six feet tall and well built. A fire red cloak covers his entire body, and he is brandishing a large gun in his gloved hands. A top hat sits awkwardly on his head, and thin-rimmed glasses rest atop the bridge of his nose. Atrus: Oh good, we finally get to play again! --------------------- The wind outside begins to pick up, as if on cue. The small room Vortex is lying in is lit dimly by a few candles, and Vortex’s constant writhing is causing shadows to dance across the walls, like playthings of something more sinister.--------------------- Atrus kicks the downed Abel in his chest and puts another bullet in him. Abel cries out in pain and attempts to roll out of the way and down the hill, however Atrus stops his movement with one boot. Atrus: It is a good thing you cannot die, unless he dies of course. Abel: THEY won’t let him die. Atrus: Alas, they want to get rid of you however. Abel: Of course, they want to get rid of me! I’m the only thing standing in the way of the Foundation taking over the world! Atrus laughs heartily and kicks Abel in the midsection sending him flying down the hill to a rough landing. Atrus begins to skip down the hill and pulls a flying cartwheel in midair to put a little gusto into his merry trot.Abel: If you can’t kill me without killing him and thus yourself, why are you trying in the first place? Atrus: We need him to reject you. Much like a bad burrito at a low class restaurant, the body will naturally deal with you. It will reject you, and thus kill you without harming him or myself. Abel: You tried this approach last time. Weakening and extracting my essence did nothing besides putting me in a different body. --------------------- Vortex seems to be recalling some event that is past to him, yet he does not know it. This dream marks the event of something much larger, and stranger than he has ever encountered before. Lighting flashes and thunder booms, as if to signal that the next act is almost upon us.--------------------- Atrus: Ah! But this time, your only psychically linked to him, thus making you much weaker than you were before. If he rejects you this time, your life essence will expire. The Foundation made the mistake of simply transporting you before, in hopes that your newly created body would reject and kill you. We were wrong, and time goes on. Abel: How did YOU survive though? I made sure my shots were carefully placed, enough to kill the man instantly! Atrus: Exodus can work wonders if used in the right doses! Abel: Damn it! You forced him to overdose! I should have known…. Atrus: Not ‘forced’. You should well know we cannot ‘force’ him to do anything. Coerce is more like it. After a series of upsetting events in his life, it was rather easy for me to slip in and coerce him to take the drug. Abel: I’m not about to lie down and die for you, you know. The only limits to this place are what his mind can sustain. This means…I can get rid of you as easily as you can get rid of me. Abel rises to his feet, looking very determined. The only signs of the gunshot wounds he suffered are the tears in his outfit, the actual wounds have healed. Abel reaches into his pockets and produces two 9mm’s. Atrus: Time to take creative thinking to a completely new level! --------------------- A loud crash of thunder and Vortex wakes up. He does not sit up or even move, yet his eyes open. He is thinking, although thinking will do him no good. No matter how much he tries to decipher this dream on his own, he will never be able.
Before Vortex can think further on the matter, the room curiously decides to morph. The walls fold in and the ceiling caves under unseen pressure. Vortex wants to move, as he must escape the walls. Strangely enough, he is paralyzed, unable to move a muscle. A sinister voice rings out…Latin.??: Aut vincere aut mori…. What does that mean? Vortex cannot think, although image s flash before his eyes. The room begins to shift and it becomes the battlefield of his dream. The battlefield is different, the earth is scorched, and fire blazes in all directions. Abel is gone…but Atrus is not. Atrus: Aut vincere aut mori! Vortex stands and faces Atrus…although he cannot figure out how he is standing, nor how he was transported into his own dream. Vortex: Who are you?Atrus: Who are YOU? The classic trick of answering a question with a question, apparently the man from his dreams does not want to play nice. Vortex: Where am I?Atrus: What is this place? Vortex: How...Atrus: Did I get here? Atrus begins to laugh manically, writhing and twisting about like a lunatic. If this were any normal place under any normal conditions, Vortex would run. The mere site of the Atrus and his actions send chills throughout Vortex, although he can do nothing to escape.Atrus: I love you…you love me… Vortex: What...Atrus: WE’RE ALL ONE BIG HAPPY FAMILY! As Atrus sings, he also dances….the hokey pokey to be exact. Vortex is almost certain he is insane, although this is the first time he has experienced a nightmare of this caliber. The nightmare is so wrong it feels cartoonish…however; cartoon characters usually do not shoot themselves in the head. Atrus: WATCH! As he says this, Atrus takes a gun out of the fold of his cloak and shoots himself in the head. Where one would expect to see blood comes…balloons?
The image fades and we are returned to Vortex’s room. This time he is able to move, and that he does. Vortex literally runs to the bathroom, vomits and then gets in the shower. He must know more about this dream…since Abel was the only other character present in it he must know something.
Fade
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:14:52 GMT -5
Segment: The Pablo Crisis, Prologue: Ripping off Edge (Credit: Lee)
What do you know about Lee? The man that comes onto your television screen every show, charismatic, words spoken with swagger while turning on and off between your regular English as well as hilarious use of Ebonics. The man that can pull off wearing throwback jerseys and baggy pants as well as classy Armani suits, and does not look like he is forcing you to accept him as either of the stereotypes the clothing represents. The man that can rock a buzz cut just as well as he can sport Bob Marley dreads. The man that can be the most likeable person in a minute and be the most hated man on earth the next. What do you really know about Lee?
Terms such as “Blackanese,” “Afro-Asian” and “Chigger” constantly is being used when addressing him. Young man who is barely twenty five of age, with a shady past known for once being related to gang banging throughout the Bay Area and the rest of the West Coast, as well as once being an underground fighter, a piece of information that only recently been bought up to light. It was once a big deal and various police departments tried to bring those who are behind the whole event down, but only a few were caught and while the sport died down, the masterminds behind it was never truly brought to justice. And now, almost a decade later, new evidence has been bought up and Lee’s name was given when tipped off to the cops, by an anonymous sender who the police have no knowledge of. But Lee knows who he is. Lee knows someone who would do such a thing, someone who knows enough about the underground fighting scene back in the days because he was right in the middle of it, someone who recently forced himself back into his life and is ready to break it down brick by brick.
If you think you really know Lee, then you should know that approximately a decade ago, a young Lee during his teens was taken under the wing of a man called Pablo Del Santo, well known Mobster of his time, in charge of many of the ugliest things you can see with your own eyes. Grand theft auto, homicide, rape. You can almost always link Pablo’s name to anything under those category back then. And you should also know that Lee fought for Pablo in the underground fighting business, and was probably the one person Pablo invested in more than anyone else. If you’ve known this much, then you are probably familiar with the rest, with how Lee eventually wanted to back out of it, and how Pablo finally reared his ugly head and tried to take Lee down, leading to Pablo eventually being locked up behind bars...until now. Oh yeah, and he decided to have Lee’s sister as hostage while he ponders on how he would like to have his revenge on the man that is responsible of him being locked away, that is probably quite important too.
Do you still think you know Lee?
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:15:30 GMT -5
OTA Segment: So tell me…what’s going on? (Credit: Jonny Spade)
Thursday April 30th 2009 - After the show
The day still young and Jonny still with all smiles as he sits in his car with Gooey in his passenger seat as well. As the two of them continue to drive around and somewhat a distance away from the arena, Jonny breaks the silence between the two with a blunt question.
Jonny: So what’s up?
But just as Gooey is ready to answer it he gets a phone call on his cell phone and as he listens in on the call he looks out the window of his car and sees a big black SUV drive side by side with Jonny’s car. Gooey has a look of concern on his face and so does Jonny somewhat. Jonny tries speeding up and switching lanes but the black SUV is able to keep up and stay right beside him.
Moments after more small talk over the phone the SUV drives away leaving the two of them alone. Jonny breathes a sigh of relief and follows up another question with the previous one he had before.
Jonny: What the hell was that?!
Gooey: Well….I owe some money..
Jonny: How much?
Gooey: 100,000
Jonny: Oh Gooey how does this happen?
Gooey: Poker is a tough habit to kick.
Jonny: I hope you didn’t think that you could come to me to give you the money for this.
Gooey: No not exactly…I just needed you to help me get rid of these guys off my back.
Jonny: Well…hoe you suggest I do that? Challenge them in a match?
Gooey shrugs his shoulders.
Jonny: Alright well for now you can come to my place and just chill out for the weekend there as we consider a game plan for this situation that we both are obviously now stuck in.
Jonny continues to drive as their discussion ends for the time being.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:16:02 GMT -5
Match 3: ACW Entertainment Championship Match Chris Phenomenal vs. Jason Freeman (Credit: Chris Phenomenal) Jones: Ladies and Gentleman, this match is scheduled for one fall with NO time limit and it is for the ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPIONSHIP. Introducing first, the challenger. Weighing in at 230 pounds, from Long Island, New York…JASON FREEMAN. During the slow intro of the song, the lights dim, and he walks out onto the ramp slowly. When the chorus hits the lights turn on and flash brightly as a bit of fire pyro goes off. He walks slowly, and poses a bit as he walks down the ramp before sliding into the ring, ready to go.Jones: AND NOW, The Entertainment Champion. Tonight he enters the ring weighing 267 pounds, He is the Harlem Superman… CHRIS PHENOMENAL Simply Phenomenal begins to play as Chris Phenomenal emerges from the back. He begins his ascent to the arena slowly bobbing to the beat of the music. Reaching the foot of the ring Chris pauses and raises his head looking at the ring before exploding up onto the canvas. He ducks into the ring and walks towards his corner, firing a few punches in the air. He removes the un needed accessories and waits in his corner for the bell.McNally: This is going to be an interesting match up. The high flying style of Jason Freeman against the beat you up, street fighting of Chris Phenomenal. Edison: It’s tough to determine who will have the advantage. In my opinion I see this match as probably being decided by whoever makes the least amount of mistakes. With that the bell rings and the match begins. Freeman begins to circle Chris, who doesn’t follow his lead. Instead choosing to stand where he is watching Jason Freeman and appearing to get inside his head a bit. Freeman shoots in, looking for a double leg takedown but is instead stuffed by Chris Phenomenal, sprawling out and putting Freeman into a grounded front facelock, showing some suprising amateur wrestling skillls. Freeman tries to work out of it, working to his knees and firing a right hand to the solarplexes of Chris Phenomenal. This loosens the hold, and a second and third shots break it enough that allows Freeman to whip Chris into the ropes and on the rebound connect with a standing dropkick that knocks Chris over. Freeman hustles in for the count but before the referee can even slide into position Chris has his shoulder up. Freeman takes Chris by short strands of hair and pulls him up before pressing him into the ropes and coming back with a few knife edge chops that redden the chest of Chris Phenomenal. Freeman then goes for his patented brain chop to further mock Chris but this costs him as Chris reverses positions and comes back with a fury of chops, sending Freeman scurrying into the corner to avoid the fury of Chris Phenomenal. This doesn’t work however as instead Freeman has trapped himself. Chris delivering four shoulder blocks right to the sternum before connecting with his jab combo, flooring Freeman in the corner as Chris smiles, looking down at Freeman in a prone position. McNally: This doesn’t serve well for Freeman Eddie. We haven’t seen Chris with anyone in this position for a long time, but you have to remember what he did to Will Slaughter. Edison: This is looking like it could get really ugly, really fast. Chris grabs a hold of Freemans legs, pushing him back under the turnbuckle as Freeman tries squirm out of the way. Chris is far to strong however as he places a well placed boot to the chest of Freeman, before putting it back and then falling onto his back, Freeman coming straight up face first into the bottom turnbuckle, the impact quite possible breaking his nose as it immediately starts to bleed. Chris waists no time in taking advantage of this. Trying to repeat his devastating move once more but this time Freeman is able to escape, rolling out of the ring in order to gather himself as well as to try and staunch the blood flow. Chris is not one to allow the weary to rest, instead going right after Freeman, assaulting his snozz with a big right hand and the delivering a knee lift to the gut of Freeman and picks him up into a fireman’s carry ready to connect with a death valley driver to the floor below. Chris smiles as he turns around and looks into the crowd, anxious to see Freeman get his cranium busted in. This is all for not though as Freeman is able to wriggle off of the shoulders of Chris Phenomenal as the count is at four and shove him into the steel ring post., Chris trying to block the blow but not being able to as he took it full on and fell, right onto the ring apron. Freeman checks his nose, blood still coming out of it and then pushes Chris into the ring before sliding in on the eighth count and covering Chris. …1 …2 Chris grabs a hold of the ropes with ease, Freeman not having moved him far enough away to even reasonably expect Chris not to use the ropes. McNally: Freeman narrowly avoided a rough ending there Eddie. Edison: Chris has shown to this point no regard for human safety in his time here in ACW, and it appeared as if he was ready to break the neck of Jason Freeman. Freeman has seized control of the match after the meeting of two like minded objects in Chris Phenomenal and the ring post. Freeman serves to further mock Chris, taking the sole of his boot and placing it onto the back of Chris’ finely done hair and presses down before rolling it back and forth, washing Chris’ face on the canvas. Freeman stops and poses much to the disdain of the crowd who bring down a chorus of boos upon him. Freeman finally drops down and places Phenomenal into a surfboard stretch, extending the legs so Chris’ back bends in nearly a perfect circle. Chris groans in pain, trying to find a way out of the hold but can’t find one. The referee is in perfect position to see if Chris is willing to give in but Chris forcefully tells him no. This gives Chris some motivation as he shows some impressive abdominal strength as he does a full sit up as he reaches back, before rolling backwards and over top, forcing the reverse of the hold as now Freeman is caught in the hold. Chris is not an expert in anways in the art of submission as Freeman is able to work his way out of the hold, spinning through it and ending up with Chris Phenomenal in a camel clutch. McNallly: What an impressive counter there by both Chris Phenomenal and Jason Freeman. Edison: Neither man could be considered a submission expert but both showed basic understanding of the art of submission.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:16:23 GMT -5
Chris struggles to break the hold as Freeman tries to sink it in deeper. Chris pulls one of his arms off of the knee of Jason Freeman and as Freeman goes to replace it, his bloody hand slips off the face of Chris Phenomenal, freeing him and giving Chris an opening. Chris takes it, connecting with a kneeling ippon seionage, putting Freeman on his back and Chris puts him a rear headlock. Chris is able to hold him down for about twenty seconds before Freeman is able to work to his feet, eventually getting there and delivering an elbow to the sternum of Chris Phenomenal before pushing him off into the ropes. Freeman looks to take Chris down with another dropkick but this time Chris is ready, holding on to the ropes as Freeman slams down on the canvas. This gives Chris the opportunity he needs to take control going right to the attack and hitting Freeman with a European uppercut after hauling him to his feet, another one sets Freeman back a step, enough to allow Chris to hit him with a running elbow strike to the busted nose of Freeman. Chris looks down and like Thunderkiss hits him with a running senton splash and covers him, a mock smile on his face. …1 …2 The move obviously has nowhere near the effect as that of the big man as Freeman is able to kick out at two.
McNallly: Chris Phenomenal looks rejuvenated.
Edison: He’s not going to let his title go so easily.
Chris pulls Freeman up to his feet and whips him into the ropes and feigns jumping for a big drop kick. Freeman grabs onto the ropes to avoid it but with Phenomenal not leaping into the air it left him wide open for Chris to come in and then connect with a high elevation drop kick, catching Freeman right in the nose and sending him tumbling out the ring. Chris walked away, choosing this time to not pursue Freeman on the outside as the referee started the count. Freeman bided his sweet time, never in danger but sliding in at nine as Chris Phenomenal backed off, surprisingly allowing Freeman to get up. The two went back to sqaure one, this time Chris circling Freeman as they engaged in a collar and elbow tie up, Chris Phenomenal breaking it and stepping through and torquing the arm and shoulder of Freeman. Freeman tried to break the hold, then reverse it but once again Chris stepped through adding even more pressure on the arm. Finally Freeman was able to reverse the pressure, but Chris was able to get side control of Freeman in the exchange. Chris lifts Freeman up and then powers him down with a BACKDROP DRIVER.
Edison: DANGEROUS!
Chris rolls over the top of Freeman, looking like the match is over as the referee slides into position. …1 …2 NO! Freeman is able to kick out prolonging the match.
Edison: Things are about to get ugly for Jason Freeman.
McNally: Chris Phenomenal appears to be locked in.
Chris backs away from Freeman, ready to connect with the Superman DDT as he gets to his feet. Chris goes to connect with the toe kick but Freeman counters it, batting it away and looks to connect with an STO. Chris reverses this however, picking Freeman back up into a firemans carry but Freeman reaches out and pulls on the top rope causing him to spill over as well and take Chris Phenomenal down with a head scissors over the top taking a nasty fall. Freeman lets go of the top rope and begins to take it to Chris Phenomenal on the outside with a fury of rights and lefts backing Chris up against the turnbuckle before charging in and connecting with a double knee strike, slamming the prone head of Chris Phenomenal into the steel ring post. Unable to get the competitors in the ring the referee begins his ten count with Chris Phenomenal appearing to be out cold on the floor below, and Jason Freeman standing over him gloating before sliding back into the ring and watching the referee count Chris Phenomenal out.
McNally: What is Freeman doing? He can’t win the title via countout.
Edison: I can’t be quite certain Max, you just never know what Freeman is thinking.
The referee reaches five as Freeman appears to be content with the countout win as Chris is struggling to his feet. The count reaches eight before Chris is up onto the apron and barely slides into the ring avoiding the ten count. Freeman goes right onto the attack once again, stomping Chris Phenomenal as he tries to get up, and once he does goes to work with an assortment of chops before looking to suplex Chris Phenomenal. Freeman however isn’t quite strong enough only able to get Phenomenal half way up, instead however he makes the best of it, turning it into a lifted complete shot, planting Chris Phenomenal face first into the mat, the result appearing to be academic. Freeman covers Phenomenal as the referee slides into postion. …1 …2 … … … NO! after a long pause with the outcome in question the referee waves off the fall, Chris’ shoulder snaking it’s way off the canvas the moment before the third hand-mat collision. Freeman rolls off of CP, who promptly rolls out of the ring to try and clear his head.
McNally: It’s amazing how quickly the tides can turn in an ACW match Eddie. One minute you have all the momentum and the next your making sure you have a few brain cells left.
Edison: It comes with having the greatest roster in professional wrestling.
Chris stands near the ring steps as Freeman looks on before realizing there is an opportunity to strike and finish off the Harlem Superman. Scaling the ropes quicky, Freeman leaps off and looks to hit the Fireflight, soaring through the air and somersaulting looking to knock Chris’ head off. This is all a pipe dream however as Chris backs out of the way and catches Freeman on his shoulders, the referee begging his count. With an impressive display of strength. Chris climbs the ring steps, each step adding to the referees count, onto the apron and wait’s a second with Freeman in a firemans carry, the referee’s count now at five. Chris lifts Freeman off before levelling him with a vicious Carnage Cutter, Freemans neck first connecting with the shoulder of Chris Phenomenal as he leapt off the apron, and then the added impact of bouncing off the top rope and landing smack in the middle of the ring. The three seconds between move and impact bring the referees count too eight, Freeman lying in the ring and Chris oblivious to the count. Chris takes his time, oblivious to the crowds yell of “Nine” or possibly the impact has affected his auditory senses. Chris gives a pose as the referee counts ten and calls for the bell with Chris still on the outside of the ring. The sound of the bell brings Chris back to reality as he looks at the ring, and the referee as Phillip Jones announces to the crowd, exactly what has happened.
Jones: Ladies and gentleman, your winner, by countout, JASON FREEMAN!
Freeman needs to be helped to his feet, clutching his head with one hand the referee raising his hand with the other as Chris looks on in total disbelief. He walks over to the announce table, still confused at what is happened all though he is certain of the loss.
Chris Phenomenal: So I lose my title on some bullshit like this?
Chris comment doesn’t hang in the air long as Phillip Jones finishes his announcement.
Jones: However, a title cannot change hands via countout, therefore, your entertainment champion is still CHRIS PHENOMENAL!
Chris can be scene breathing a sigh of relief, still infuriated at the result of the match but relieved that he still has the title around his waist. Chris places the title over his shoulder as he walks up the ramp, Freeman getting his hand raised one more time in the ring, jubilant in victory despite not winning the title. Chris looks back and shakes his head, the only thing certain is the fact that Chris will not be the most amicable person the rest of the night.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:16:55 GMT -5
Segment: Extreme Makeover - Train Edition (Credit: Train/Mainer)
Thunder Train is seen walking down the hallways of ACW. His intense training is finished and he feels prepared for tonight. He makes his way back to his locker room, threatening anyone that has food. His turns a corner and sees his locker room. He approaches it and sees that not all is well. Inside Thunder Lawyer is curled up into a ball crying. He looks around and sees that all of his possessions are shot up and useless. His television screen is destroyed and his couch looks like someone raped it.
He moves a little closer to his kitchen and sees that his microwave is blown to bits and so is his blender. He opens the fridge and all seems well except his last Snack Pack which has a bullet through it. Train rages at this but regains his composure and walks over to Thunder Lawyer who is holding something.
Thunder Train: What's this?
Thunder Lawyer hands him his Journey poster that has been shot up.
Thunder Train: ....
Train's face starts to change. His fists clench.
Thunder Train: You can kidnap my family.
You can attempt to kill my friends.
You can try and destroy all of the things that give me entertainment.
But you never.
EVER.
Fuck with my Journey posters.
This is now personal.
Who did this?
Thunder Lawyer: It was Mainer Corleone! Him and his gang came and fucked everything up. I couldn't do anything to stop them.
Thunder Train: Hand me that megaphone.
Thunder Lawyer: What are you going to do.
Thunder Train: We are gonna give Mainer an extreme home makeover. Now come with me.
Train heads to the door and Lawyer gets up after him. Lawyer questions once again where they are going but Train ignores him. They take a few steps to the left of their locker room and see a door that says Danny Mainer on it. Suddenly, a man approaches them.
Raymond King: What are you dildo’s doing?
Thunder Lawyer: Uh...uhm...
Thunder Train: We are gonna give Danny Mainer's locker room an extreme makeover!
Raymond King: I’m not gonna’ let you do that to my patient-
Thunder Train: Here is a six pack of beer. Now can you help us get in here?
Raymond King: Sold. Go on, the place could use a make-over.
He pulls out a key but Train knocks it out of his hand.
Thunder Train: No! Help Lawyer pick up that statue. We are gonna break down the door.
Thunder Lawyer and Raymond go over to a statue that is sitting there and then line it up to the door. It seems heavy enough to bust it open.
Thunder Train: Alright, on the count of three, ram this into the door. One...Two...Three!
Crash!
Thunder Train: GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD MORNING MAINER FAMILY! GET READY BECAUSE YOUR LIVES ARE GONNA CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGE FOREVA! WE ARE TAKING OVER YOUR LOCKER ROOM! WE ARE TAKING OVER YOUR LOCKER ROOM! YOUR LOCKER ROOM IS OURS NOW!
Nobody is inside
Thunder Train: Oh...Well start hanging this shit up.
Train grabs a backpack from what seems like nowhere and pulls out a poster of Jason Freeman photoshopped to be Jason the Giant. He puts it up on the wall and staple guns it to stick. Thunder Lawyer hangs several bed pans everywhere and Raymond helps destroy some of the furniture.
Thunder Train: Hey, toss me that sledgehammer.
Raymond throws the sledgehammer to Train who just ignores it and watches it crash through the wall. Raymond laughs then continues to destroy the stuff. His new $5000 plasma TV? Done. His priceless antique doll collection? Done. His blow up doll of Jason the Giant? Meh, well keep it because it's funny.
Thunder Lawyer: Isn't this a little risky Train? He's probably gonna try and come after you even harder once he sees this! Doesn't that worry you some? If you were in the locker room today he would have killed you.
Thunder Train: How can I be afraid of someone with a Jason the Giant blow up doll? And he’s not Thunderkiss so this actually surprises me. And Mainer knows that I can beat him any day of the week. I've beat him before and I'll do it again when he wants to. But tonight, I think I should concentrate on finishing off Gingerdude and finding out where my sister it.
Raymond King: If you guys want, there is one more thing that Danny keeps secret, it’s a token he got off of one of his ex-girlfriends.
Raymond looks under the couch and finds a dildo.
Thunder Train: Oh my God....Hahahahhahahaha! Staple that to the outside of the door. We still got a lot more work to do.
Several minutes go by. The three are now outside the locker room with a mini bus looking car in front of the locker room. Train has his megaphone and the other two are fake cheering.
Thunder Train: MOVE! THAT! BUS!
The "bus" pulls up a bit and we see Mainer's locker room door hanging by the hinges, parts of the wall are broken into and a spray painted "Mainer is poopy" shines off the walls. Train laughs at what he has done to Mainer and then pays Raymond his six pack and walks away with Thunder Lawyer, still laughing his ass off.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:17:16 GMT -5
Chapter 2 : Hounded in Hamburg Volume 2: Chasing your tailThe following was originally scheduled to air on April 13th 2009 Credit: Jonny Hughes We catch up with our intrepid explorer Jonny Hughes in a sparsely lit alley somewhere near the center of Hamburg, Germany. He’s very carefully huddled up against the edge of a wall, staying as silent as possible in order to remain unseen as he plays his game of cat and mouse with the man who has been following him since he left the ACW Arena earlier this evening. He pulls himself closer to the wall as a shadowy figure appears at the end of the alley entrance, the figure looks around nervously before walking down the alleyway towards his target. The figure stalks its way down the alley, being very careful not to make too much noise as he treads the broken pavement that adorns this particular section of Hamburg, a section that you’d certainly never see in any tourist information booths or advertisements for this city. Jonny anxiously awaits as the figure moves past him and into the cul-de-sac that he has been lead down, Jonny slowly approaches his stalker from behind and waits until he’s a mere foot or so away before launching himself at the would-be-stalker and locking him in a tight chokehold. The man struggles against Jonny’s attack, trying his best to wriggle out of the hold but finds himself outmatched against one of the world’s finest submission wrestlers. The pair continue their struggle as they jostle for position in the center of the street where the faint glow of a nearby porch light hits them and reveals the identity of Hughes’ stalker as his father William. It takes Jonathan a few moments to realise this as he intensifies his hold, it’s not until he drops the assailant to one knee that he takes a look at his face and recognises his father. Jonny’s eyes widen and he releases his hold and takes a step away from his father who simply laughs as he gets to his feet and rubs his neck.William: Heh...You’re definitely a lot stronger than you were the last time we did this.Jonathan: You...If I’d have known it was you following me I’d have...Jonathan pauses for a moment, if he had known it was his father would he have acted any differently?Jonathan: Why were you following me? Don’t you have something better to be doing? Like patrolling the skies or something?William laughs at his son as he dusts himself down and stretches his neck, trying to work out the kinks that his son’s chokehold inflicted.William: It turns out that the Air Force don’t have much use for 50 year old pilots these days.Jonathan: So what? They fired you?William: Not as such, but let’s just say that after thirty years of service I’m free to pursue whatever life path I want.Jonathan looks at his father who stands before him, a man without any purpose. He knows that the Royal Air Force was his entire life, the one thing he really cared about, the one thing he devoted his heart and soul to. Jonny remembers how much he hated the fact that the RAF took his father away from him when he was a child, how his father would be away for weeks, even months at a time with no way for his family to get in touch with him. Jonny used to resent his father’s career but now that it’s gone what is there left for him to hate?Jonathan: So what are you doing in Hamburg?William: I came to Hamburg to see you...I came to tell you I’m sorry for what happened in Stockholm...I said some things that shouldn’t have been said.There’s an awkward silence that hangs in the air, both men know they said things that should have never been said but neither one wants to bring up the specific details.William: Tell you what...Come for a drink with me so we can talk.Jonathan mulls it over for a moment, it’s clear to him that his father is trying to reach out to him. It must have been hard for a man who spent most of his life in the military to find out that his services were no longer required and he was free to pursue other interests. Plus it’s just dawned on him that he’s never even sat down and had a drink with his own father, something which is a sacred rite of passage in England once a boy turns 18. William senses some hesitation from his son and makes one very convincing addition.William: Drinks are on me?Jonathan laughs for a moment before nodding ever so slightly and rubbing his chin.Jonathan: ...Go on then...But as long as you’re buying...William laughs as he walks down the street with his son, neither man saying a word but the image of a father and son going for their first drink together says more than any words ever could. We watch as they make their way down the street and around the corner as the scene fades to black.To be continued...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:17:38 GMT -5
Title: Yo, Man, How Much Money You Got? Credit: Lee Homicide and Chris Phenomenal
Sweat dripping off his neck, Warfare returns to the sight of Chris Phenomenal walking through the halls backstage towards the Mega Star Alliance locker room, the Entertainment Title belt still over his shoulder after retaining earlier on in the night against Jason Freeman. Chris turns and waves at one of the makeup girls lounging backstage and as soon as he turns around BAM! His path is blocked by the proverbial thorn in his side, Lee Homicide. Chris looks at him and readjusts the title belt on his shoulder as the two come nose to nose, or as close as possible considering their size difference.
Chris Phenomenal: The fuck you want?
Lee: Yo, settle tha fuck down, holmes. I just be wantin' to give you mah props for beatin' the azz of dat chicken head, Freeman.
Chris Phenomenal: Common on Prince Chuckles, what the hell do you really want. I know you’re not known for being one to congratulate someone on a victory. It’s not a Brooklyn thing to do.
Lee: Touchy little punk ass bitch tonight, aren't we? But, hell, I gots to give you credit. You don't waste time with any of the formalities. See, the reason I wanted to grace your miserable existence with my marvelous presence was that I felt like you been duckin' me. Ever since you won that title, you curl up in a pathetic lil' fetal position every time I come your way. I just wanted to let you know that shit ain't gonna work, fool. There is no hiding from King Lee.
Chris Phenomenal Ducking you, ducking you. That’s a fucking tactic used by you Brooklyn pussy’s. I’m from Harlem bitch, we don’t duck shit. If you wanted a fight, all you had to go was grab a pair, man up and come and find me, ‘cause we sure as hell know I’m not hard to find.
Lee: Then you best come prepared to prove that very notion, bitch. No more of this diss swapping bullshit. I want a legit brawl between you and me, a battle that only two kids from the boroughs of New Yawk could fight.
Chris Phenomenal: Do you seriously think Lee that you can beat me one on one. That all five foot nothing of you actually stands a chance against six feet seven inches of pure leviathan. If you want a match, I accept, but let it be known, that you sure as hell won’t be walking out of the arena after I get through with you.
Lee: So I guess for tha first time, you and I see eye to eye. I suppose we're in agreement on Lee vs. Phenomenal for tha entertainment title?
Chris looks at Lee with an “are you serious” look. From there however he bursts out laughing as Lee looks on, un-sure of what exactly Chris is laughing at.
Chris Phenomenal: Check yourself at the door Lee, I said I’d give you a match, and I have no problem with it being at Spring Into Hell. That said however I said NOTHING about the title being on the line. If you want a shot at this title, you have to earn it, you have to go out and entertain the crowd. As far as I’m concerned you haven’t done shit in your career as far as entertaining people. If you look at Fallen Heroes for an example, when I got taken out by Thunderkiss I got a standing ovation, the crowd loved me for one moment in time because I entertained them. Nary thirty seconds later however, when your chump ass got eliminated, they didn’t give a fuck. I’m more than certain there were a few drunkard Welshman in the upper deck wondering who in the hell that Asian was that lasted so long. I’m a fair person though, I’m willing to give you a shot if you can go out and entertain, put on a show like only Lee Homicide knows how.
Lee takes pause for a moment, racking his brains as well as recalling the fact that Chris at no point agreed to put on the title. From there he looks at Chris, ready to start scrapping at any moment in time but Chris is just standing there, making no move to start a physical confrontation.
Lee: Ha, what the fuck would yo cracka azz know about entertainment? You about as exciting as sandwich bread. Meanwhile, Notorious One-Three-Three can ignite a fiya in that crowd without hardly moving a muscle. My bowel movements got more charisma than you, son, and they stink a helluva lot less too! You wanna see just how much of a thriller I can be? You seriously wanna be embarrassed that badly? That's fine with me. How 'bout on Thursday, you and I kick it just like it was back in the day? Just like when we was just chillin' in the streets? I'm talkin' a tried and true rap battle!
Chris Phenomenal: You want a rap battle, you want to show why you are the illest emmcee. I accept, I’ll show you that I can work the mic, and once again prove why I’m better than you.
With that Chris Phenomenal walks away, driving his shoulder into Lee Homicide’s as he walks past showing him that he will not back and down, and will not be intimidated.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:18:10 GMT -5
“WHY SO SERIOUS?” Credit: Thunderkiss [Now in Ginger’s good graces, there is no good reason for Thunderkiss to partake in the following other than a desire to take a trip down memory lane. For many a year Thunderkiss was able to hijack into ACW programming and in return gave his father-in-law quite the headache. Time has past and an older, much more mature (okay, maybe not) Thunderkiss now benefits from a healthier relationship with Gingerdude and could have as much air time as he so desires with but a simple request. But where’s the fun in that? With mischievous intent, Thunderkiss sneaks his way outside and overrides the satellite feed of one of the production trucks with relative ease. In another life he may have been a IT engineer, in this one he currently is a man hanging on his last string of sanity. Let the fun begin.] Thunderkiss: Relax, Thunderkiss is here.[There are no coy smiles nor smirks. No arrogance or showboating. No goofy catchphrase or corny segue. There is only seriousness. Thunderkiss greets tonight’s audience with a sense of urgency in his voice and immediately they realize that this will deviate from the norm. He commands their attention like a conductor to his symphony.] Thunderkiss: For almost two months now a man impersonating me has attempted to lay ruin to my life for apparently no rhyme or reason. While my altercations with this enigma are few, they have resulted in one-sided victories in favor of myself. Try as I might, his persistence has only increased as well as his deadliness. At Fallen Heroes, this man’s tactics began to take a much more serious tone. Members of my own family are now being targeted and ruthlessly attacked. As a father, husband and son needless to say my concern matches my resolve in stopping this lunatic. Before I came on air, I thought about using this time to make a plea to him to refocus his wrath upon me. If it is dismay he wishes to cause me, so be it. I’d be more than happy to give him the opportunity to inflict as much pain and punishment toward me as humanly possible. However, I know doing such a thing would be a foolhardy attempt. A coward such as this man does not possess a warrior’s spirit. He’d rather strike those whom are weaker than he is because he has not the strength nor the power to achieve his goals anyway else. I have every intention of taking the fight to “Fakden,” as you have dubbed him, and if I must venture into every dark corner and shadow so be it. Unfortunately, I am only one man and that, my Army, is where you come in.[He takes a deep breath before continuing on. For many a year some people have proclaimed the Kiss Army to actually be a full fledge cult. These claims have often been ridiculed and met with laughter. After tonight, and more specifically the following, those who stand by them will have more evidence to back their claims.] Thunderkiss For many a year we have formed a relationship the likes of which has never before been seen within the world of professional wrestling. I am your father. You are my family. As family, we must look out for one another and this is my request of you: find him. You will be my eyes and ears. The Kiss Army is millions strong with chapters in every city, every country on this big blue ball we all live upon and there isn’t a nook that cannot be seen by our eyes. I want this imposter found and I want him found now! His sins against us have gone unpunished for far too long and this gives way to a very deadly precedent. Now every Tom, Dick and Harry out there with a grudge against you for will not think twice about giving you a headache while they see another doing the same and getting away with it. Part of being in the Army to look out for one another and to hit before being hit. The black Thunderkiss tee shirt has always been a symbol for “don’t fuck with me.” Well Army, somebody is ignoring that warning and it’s time to stand up and make an example out of him. If he hurts one of us, he hurts all of us. [All across the world heads of angst ridden teenagers, social rejects and immature misfits nod in approval. A bond of brotherhood has been established amongst them. When one in the Army runs across another, rare feelings of approval and association set in. Their leader now is in trouble. If they want the community to flourish they dare not let him down.] Thunderkiss: Now, I know what you’re thinking. What’s in it for me? Know that If you are part of my legion I fully expect this question to be churning at the top of your mind right now. After all, I’ve always taught that while self sacrifice is nice, it’s foolish if there is no benefit to be had out it. Well, a benefit will be had to the man who brings me “Fakens” head on a silver plate, a ONE MILLION dollar benefit. You heard correction, a cool one million dollars. Just imagine the fun things you could do with that money. You could have a lifetime supply of hookers. You could get a boob job for you and your daughter. You could hire a hitman to take out your boss. Bottom line, you could do whatever the fuck you want to with this cash but do know your pockets will be much, much heavier if you get the job done. You have my word.[He has put his money where his mouth in and in return a mass exodus is now underway. Computers are being vacated. Video game systems are being turned off. Seedy pornography shops are losing half their customers. Be worried, “Fakden,” be worried. They come for you in masses and will not stop until you have been reigned in. Step aside Dog the Bounty Hunter.] Thunderkiss: Army, bring this man to justice by ANY means necessary, as according to your local laws of course! Thunderkiss thanks you. Thunderkiss appreciates you. Thunderkiss loves you. Thunderkiss now returns you to your regularly scheduled ACW programming, which sucks tonight, by the way. I mean, how can you call it a “night of champions” if I am not on the card? Thunderkiss doesn’t need a belt to be a champion! I am champion of my people! Oh well, you know what they say, gents. When life gives you lemons, you gotta make a sweet cup of lemonade! ....Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.... [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:18:56 GMT -5
Segment: A Meeting with Gingerdude (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns from the break, Senator Steve Phillips is seen in the office of our favorite Chairman, and both men are about as angry as can be, both on their feet, red faced and shouting.
The Senator: And I find it incredibly disappointing that you would simply hand the match off like that! Now I have to wait at least two months before I can take my proper shot!
Gingerdude: You can get out of my office if you continue with that tone, Phillips!
Senator: I dare you to take that action! At least tell me why you took such a rash, inexplicable action!
Ginger: It's simple, you're not a draw anymore.
Senator: Are you serious?
Ginger: Do you really think you're on the level of a Hollywood Mach in terms of bringing in ticket sales and pay per view buys? And that's leaving merchandise out of the picture.
Senator: This is patently unfair!
Ginger: But I'm the chairman, so I have the power to make such a move.
Suddenly, a loud noise resounds outside the door, and none other than ACW's favorite jobber, Gary bursts into the scene.
Ginger: Excuse me, but we're a bit busy here.
Gary: I want to keep my streak going tonight! I beat the Senator at Fallen Heroes, I shoulda beat Vortex last show, and I wanna match now!
Ginger: The card is booked. Can't help you now. Now go away and...
Senator: Wait, just a minute here. Gary wants to go off and run his mouth about me, I want to burn off some extra aggression, and there HAS to be five minutes open on the show, correct?
Ginger: Hmm...
Senator: You can reject my title shot, but you can hardly turn down a little televised match like this, can you?
Ginger: Fine, consider yourself booked. But keep it quick.
Senator: That is all you needed to say. Do not think this makes up for your last mistake, though, I will be back here, without a doubt.
At that, the Senator turns around and exits, slamming the door behind himself.
Gary: Five minutes? I'll beat him in three!
After hearing that gem of a line, the Chairman merely facepalms, as the feed leads to the...
Fade Out.
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