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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:19:41 GMT -5
The Revelation Game The Reprobate The camera comes back live to the ACW Arena. The camera pans the audience and then goes to the ring. Alex Storm stands in the middle of the ring wearing a black polo shirt with the letters "GWF" printed on the front pocket in purple. Strangely, The Reprobate is also in the ring, standing in the corner with his arms on the ropes and his head hung low. His hair covers his face and his girlfriend Christina stands at his side with an arm on the top rope.Alex Storm: Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to another edition of what I like to call the Reprobate Roundup. We have here in the ring, of course... The Reprobate. Alex corners Rep and reaches the microphone for Rep, who doesn't speak. He brings it back to himself to speak.Alex Storm: Well... nice to see you too, Rep. Any word on when you're making your in-ring debut? He brings the microphone back to Rep.Rep: No. Alex Storm: Well gee, Rep. Is there anything that YOU'D like to talk about tonight? What about Stan Vishis? What happened with him? Rep: Stan Vishis is a victim of circumstance. Don't ask me, ask him. Alex Storm: And just how do you propose I do that? The instrumental version of "Black Republican" by Nas ft Jay-Z hits, and the camera moves to the main curtain. Stan comes from behind it, wearing a bandanna on his head and another one over his mouth. He has black shades on and wears a long black jersey. He walks to the ring to the beat of his entrance music as the crowd booes. As he walks to the ring, he grabs his neck in a dramatic way... an overly dramatic way. He enters the ring and grabs his neck again.Alex Storm: Well... convenient. Stan... what happened backstage with you? Stan Vishis: Let me tell you something, Alex. Backstage last month, I was attacked. Brutally attacked. I walked in, and when I turned around, somebody hit a DDT on me. Right in the middle of the hallway. Just like that. Yup. A DDT. WHO DOES A DDT WHEN THEY'RE NOT IN A MATCH? It HURT like ****, Alex. It hurt a lot. But I was still man enough to go in to my match on Meltdown. I'm a true man. Alex Storm: Wait... backup. So you don't know who it was that attacked you? Stan Vishis: Umm... no. Not at all. Well... maybe a little. I mean... WHAT DOES IT MATTER? The fact is, I was attacked backstage. I'm thinking about suing ACW you know. What kind of an environment is this? Alex Storm: Just to make sure... you have no idea who attacked you... and you were attacked completely unprovoked and you did nothing to warrant an attack? Stan Vishis: Yup. I think. Yeah. Alex Storm: Well... I have an e-mail here that I received over the weekend from Kevin Anderson. The inside scoop guy from the internet. And he told me... that you DO know who attacked you, and that the reason why you're claiming otherwise is because you actually weren't attacked unprovoked, you were talking trash to this guy. He says that you got to the arena, the person in question came over to you to shake your hand, you blew up, and smacked the guy TWICE before he did anything to you. Is this at all familiar to you? Stan Vishis: This is... this is ridiculous Alex. This is slanderous. I can't believe you would make that story up. That is an awful thing to say. WHO TOLD YOU THAT? WHO SAID THAT? Alex Storm: As I said, it was Kevin Anderson. Stan Vishis: KEVIN, YOUSE A DEAD MAN. OKAY... I ADMIT IT. I KNOW WHO ATTACKED ME. I KNOW WHO IT WAS! CHEA! THAT'S RIGHT! I KNOW DAMN WELL WHO DID IT! BUT I AINT TELLING YOU! I'MA GET HIM BACK, DON'T YOU WORRY. BUT THAT'S BETWEEN ME AND HIM! Alex Storm: Rep, you've been awfully quite. It seems like this entire ordeal has angered you. Do you have anything you want to say about this? Alex extends the mic for Rep to speak.... nothing.Alex Storm: WELL THAT'S JUST AMAZING. REP HAS NOTHING TO SAY AND STAN WON'T SHUT UP, BUT HE REFUSES TO TALK ABOUT WHAT PEOPLE WANT TO HEAR. I'M DONE. GOODBYE. Alex drops the mic and leaves as Rep stands in the corner, ignoring Stan. Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:22:01 GMT -5
Unscheduled Match: The Senator vs. Gary (Credit: Senator)
As we return from the break, Gary is already in the ring, with his familiar theme, "Loser" playing over the PA system. Looking like he just won the lottery, Gary runs the ropes, and waves to the crowd, before "Hail to the Chief" plays, and Senator Phillips walks down to the ring, expressionless face accompanying a purposeful walk.
The bell rings as soon as Phillips walks into the ring, and Gary wastes no time in running up, going for a dropkick. Phillips parries the attack, and goes for a kneedrop, only to find the often-underestimated opponent nowhere to be found, as Gary rolls out of the way. The Senator stands up, this time, though, Gary takes him down with a flash horizontal cradle...receiving a two count for his efforts. Phillips gets up, ready to swing for the fences, but hits the mat as Gary utilizes a rare drop toe hold, floating over, and lifts his opponent, stalling for a moment before drilling him into the mat with his finisher, the piledriver! Gary shouts to the audience, running around in a circle after he hits the move...but as soon as he finishes the circle, he's met with a deadly Washington Lariat to the face by an unflinching Senator. Phillips picks Gary back up, and sends him right back down to the mat with a Filibuster, covering for the two count...letting Gary up before Jessie Reynolds can count to three.
Phillips now stalks his opponent, throwing random kicks to the head and midsection, not allowing Gary to stand up, but instead herds him over to the apron. Gary starts to stand up, and this time, the Senator lets him, right into a vertical suplex lift, dropping Gary over the top rope, standing back, and running back in to deliver a horrendous AIG Knee! Gary flops off the top rope, bouncing off the apron to the floor, and the Senator prompts Jessie Reynolds to make the countout, winning the match.
Winner: Senator Steve Phillips
After the match is over, the Senator motions for a microphone, and gets it.
The Senator: Did everyone take note of what just happened? This is what happens when someone decides to overlook Steve Phillips! This is what occurs when an individual becomes deluded and thinks he can stand up to the roughest, toughest, most intelligent son of a gun to step inside this squared circle! Gary, you are nothing, you are the longest running joke in ACW history! The only reason you still have a job around here is due to the fact that Gingersnaps only pays you minimum wage to get your teeth kicked in! Your time is over!
??: Says who?
Senator: Pardon me, but you would be better served by walking on...
Yes, ACW fans, Gary has broken free of the medics and has jumped up to the apron to confront the Senator yet again!
Gary: That was a fluke! I was holding back, and I'll beat you next time! Anywhere, any match, any time!
Senator: Are you for real?
Gary: Cross my heart and hope to die!
Senator: Hmm...any match stipulations...and you have a death wish, eh? Well, if you are insane enough to accept, I have the perfect offer for this situation. Senator Steve Phillips versus Gary on Meltdown in a grand ol' edition of...Legalized Murder.
Gary: I accept! You're going down! Yeaaa!
Senator: He said it, I will not be to blame for what follows later this week. ACW, pay attention, for from this day on, the kid gloves are off, the gauntlet has been thrown, and Senator Phillips is no longer holding back. Mr. Steele, I hope you watch closely, as I will leave an instruction in destruction that you shall never forget...and that, sir, is nothing...but the truth.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:22:29 GMT -5
Match 4: ACW International Championship Match – Street Fight Thunder Train vs. Chairman Gingerdude (Credit: Thunder Train)
Phillip: The following contest is a Street Fight scheduled for one fall and it is for the ACW International Championship! Introducing first, the owner and chairman of Alpha Championship Wrestling, MR. GINGERDUDE!!!
Gingerdude’s theme plays over the arena and the crowd stands with a chorus of boos to the Chairman. Out walks Gingerdude wearing an all black attire of pants, a t-shirt and elbow pads. He walks on down to the ring with a confident expression on his face. He approaches the ring and right away looks underneath to grab some weapons. He picks up a steel chair and tosses it into the ring and then a garbage can. Gingerdude next slides under the bottom rope and picks up the chair, waiting Train. Phillip: And his opponent, from the End of the Tracks, weighing in at 360 pounds, he is the ACW International Champion, THUNDER TRAIN!
Gourmet Race Metal Mix plays over the arena and the crowd greets the Train with cheers. Train steps out from backstage with his title in his hand. He raises it up and a small amount of fireworks go off behind him. His joyous smirk changes when he locks eyes with Gingerdude across the room. Train does something very uncharacteristic as he runs down to the ring and gets inside. Gingerdude backs up a bit but stands his ground.
*Bell Ring*
Train charges at Gingerdude, who quickly leaves the ring with his chair and hides under the ring. Train looks to the crowd and laughs and then follows him. Train grabs the ring apron but when he does white powder goes flying at him, blinding the big man. Train stumbles back against the announce table and tries to the substance out of his eyes. Gingerdude slithers out from under the ring and stands up with his steel chair. He nails Train in the back which causes Train to turn around. Gingerdude then begins to punch Train in the forehead. Train stumbles forward a bit and Gingerdude grabs Train’s arm. He then Irish Whips him into the ring steps. Train goes shoulder first into the steps. Gingerdude quickly capitalizes on this and rolls Train back into the ring then covers.
ONE! . . . *Kickout*
Not even a two count and Train kicks out. Train rolls up on his side and slowly begins to stand up. Gingerdude keeps on the attack and picks up Train and begins to give him some blows but it doesn’t seem to stun Train. Gingerdude runs off the ropes but coming back at Train, gets a big boot. Gingerdude goes down hard and Train falls to the ropes. He catches his breath then goes back to Gingerdude. Train lifts up Gingerdude with almost one hand! Train pulls Gingerdude over to the corner and puts him in a tree of woe position. Train then grabs the garbage can inside the ring. He sets it up in front of Gingerdude’s head and then steps back. Train runs up and baseball slides the garbage can into the face of Gingerdude. Gingerdude falls from the turnbuckle onto his stomach. Train pulls him over and covers him.
ONE! . . . TWO! . . . *Train pulls him up*
Train fakes being surprised and quickly covers again.
ONE! . . . TWO! . . . *Train pulls him up again*
Train is just toying with Gingerdude now. Train goes under the ring and grabs some more objects. Two more steel chairs, a table and even a ladder! Train goes to slide the ladder into the ring but Gingerdude actually kicks it back into Train’s face but collapses after. The ladder may have fallen on Train, but that’s not enough to stop him. Train slides the objects into the ring and climbs in after them. Train sets up the ladder in the corner and leaves the table on the mat. The two steel chairs also rest next to the table. Train walks over to Gingerdude and picks him up by the hair. Train then tosses Gingerdude into the ladder. Gingerdude’s spine goes bouncing off the steel and he lets out a sick sounding scream.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:22:56 GMT -5
Train just laughs as this his revenge against Gingerdude. Gingerdude claws and scratches at the ropes to try and stand up. Train grabs one of the steel chairs and waits for Gingerdude. Gingerdude finally gets to his feet and turns around. WHACK! Train smashes the chair into the head of Gingerdude. The dent in the chair looks disgusting that a human skull could have caused that. Train throws the chair to the ground and stomps on it to flatten it out. He then stands over the chair and grabs the face of Gingerdude, who is now bleeding. Gingerdude is on his knees in front of Train pleading for him not to do anything else but Train pulls his fist back. However, before he can unleash a punch, Gingerdude pulls out a concealed lead pipe and low blows Train. Train bends over and Gingerdude stands up and DDTs Train onto the Steel Chair. ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THRE-*Kickout* Train gets his shoulder up but barely. Gingerdude crawls off of the big man and goes over to the table. He grabs it and pulls it toward him. Gingerdude pretty much uses the table as a clutch to get himself up. He opens up the table legs and stands it up. Train is slowly moving but not much, and is bleeding as well. Gingerdude lines up the table with the turnbuckle and pulls it a bit. He then grabs the second steel chair and walks over to Train. He hits Train in the back with it and Train becomes dead weight. Gingerdude shifts his weight though so he falls back onto the table. Somehow it isn’t breaking. Gingerdude then slides the steel chair on the throat of Train. Gingerdude then does something that nobody would expect and begins to climb up the turnbuckle. He gets to the top rope very slowly but he reaches it. Gingerdude then leaps off attempting to elbow Train but Train rolls off of the table. *CRASH!*
Gingerdude annihilates the table and shards of wood go flying in every direction. Gingerdude lies motionless on the mat and Train pulls the chair off of his head. He sees that Gingerdude is done but suddenly, a few men in suits come and rush the ring. Train looks around and realizes that he is outnumbered but fights back anyway. He swings the steel chair and smashes one in then turns around and hits another. The third man jumps on his back and Train flips him over. Two more men run into the ring and its Ugly Jimmy and Enzo Romero. The two back Train into the corner and begin to punch and stomp on him. Train looks battered and bruised as Enzo goes to get a chair. Ugly Jimmy pulls Train up and holds his arms behind his back. Enzo raises the chair up above his head and swings down but Train somehow moves out of the way and he cracks Jimmy. Jimmy goes rolling out of the ring and then Train starts giving Enzo blows followed by a clothesline over the top. But what Train doesn’t see is Danny Mainer behind him. Danny drop kicks Train onto the second rope. Gingerdude is getting up now and is yelling at Mainer to finish him off. Mainer runs over and does the 702 Psycho Holiday (619) to Train and Train stumbles back. Gingerdude is now standing up holding the back of his head yelling some more. Mainer lines up Train as he stands on the apron. Train moves a little bit closer and then Mainer slingshots off the top rope. However, Train moved a little more forward then Mainer wanted to so Mainer goes over Train and heads to Gingerdude. Gingerdude is in for a bedside surprise as Mainer nails him with the Psycho Holiday! Gingerdude lands onto the knee of Mainer and is down and out. Mainer stands up and looks at Gingerdude then leaves the ring and jumps over the ringside barricade as he escapes. Train stumbles a bit and regains where he is. He looks over to see Gingerdude just sorta lying there so he covers him. ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE! *Bell Rings* Phillip: Here is your winner and STILLLLLLL ACW International Champion, THUNDER TRAIN! Gourmet Race Metal Mix plays as Train gets off of Gingerdude and the referee hands Train his title and raises his arm. Train doesn’t exactly know what’s going on but he doesn’t question how he won. Train raises up his championship and exits the ring, heading up the ramp. Gingerdude meanwhile gets some help from the referee and other doctors. Train looks back at the ring and smirks as we fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:23:26 GMT -5
”FFFFFFFUUUUUUU!” Credit: Danny Mainer Having just come back from costing Chairman Gingerdude the International Title, making himself the biggest face in Wrestling and arguably number one on The Chairman’s hitlist Mainer darts through the curtains backstage and runs as a team of security officials in ACW shirts begin to go after him in hot pursuit of the Psycho Butcher. Mainer storms down the corridor at such incredible, super-human speeds it appears that only a pink blur is running down the corridor Behind him, Ginger’s personal security chase him buzzing tazers as he tries to find a way out. All armed with batons and sent at Gingers request Mainer realizes that he’s as good as dead if they get his hands on him. So, he uses whatever distraction he can to avoid the army of clubs that chase after him like he’s a witch or a werewolf and they’re the lynching crew except with night-sticks and not pitchforks and torches.
Seeing the ideal distraction he notices a large stack of oil barrels for transport locked in a heavy metal container. With a huge-ass heave he pulls the leaver and the barrels spill out and roll along the hall at good speed making to trip up the security. Many fall down and those that don’t are caught up by the oil slicks that are made from impacts to the barrel. A good number are taken down and all are slowed down from the pursuit. However, at the end of the corridor more wait for him and so he decides to take a risk. He like the metal-head he is decides to try and crowd surf wrangling leaping into the wall of security and swimming his way through the sea of heads that await him elbowing or kneeing anyone that tries to restrict his movement. For security purposes he throws his hat over the other side first so he doesn’t have to worry about losing it in the crowd. Upon reaching the other side he barrel-rolls and grabs his hat before sprinting again.Mainer Corleone: ”Thanks for that boys, it was a blast! Shame there’s no Pantera playing!”Security Guy: “The jerk’s getting away! GET’EM!” Mainer Corleone: ”Good luck with that one asshole!”Mainer darts around a sharp right corner and his latest distraction is right before his eyes. Nonchalantly playing on his DSi trying to train up a Jigglypuff which he affectionately named “Kirby” he sees Gary ahead of him. He grabs the challenged wrestler with three victories over ex world champions and launches him into the mob which manages to bring down a good few of them in the collision. Mainer smirks at the carnage caused and how pissed he is that his DSi switched itself off in the collsion.Mainer Corleone: ”GARY! This ain’t the Special Olympics, get the hell outta’ my fed!”Gary: “I HATE YOU MAINER, YOU WON’T TAKE MY CHILDREN! NOT MY CHILDREN! YOU’LL NEVER-…AARRGGGHHHLEEEE!!!!!” Mainer Corleone: ”Shut it, Gary!”Turning a final corner it seems that Mainer Corleone is home free but when he sees what stands in front of the fire escape door he thinks twice. He sees that the only thing between him and freedom is a burly ass-guard standing in front of the double doors that lead into the parking lot. Mainer stops and thinks about the situation for a second then he runs over to the fat-ass security guard who throws a big right hand at him but Mainer catches and hits the Tickets to Paradise Double Elbow Slash followed by a delicious Superkick sending him flying through the double-doors and smashing them against the walls that they’re hinged on. Mainer jumps over the motionless body of the guard and sprints towards his final destination, a black van with its side door wide open. Mainer runs to it and climbs into the van shouting at the driver.Mainer Corleone: ”DRIVE!”The van prepares to drive as Mainer distracts the security flooding the parking lot by drawing out his machine gun and firing a small rainstorm of bullets in their direction. They all hit the ground and Mainer slams the door behind him taking his place on the built-in couches. He opens and reaches into the mini-fridge built into the arm of the seat and pulls out a can of Dr. Pepper, icy cold. He then cracks it open and slurps down the spermicidal liquids. He sighs with relief and pleasure at the taste of the drink and then notices the fact that joining him in the back of the van is Charlotte King and a guy with a camera ready to conduct an interview.Charlotte King: “Ladies and gents I’m in the back of Danny Mainer’s van heading out of the ACW arena and I’d like to ask from one human being to another Danny, what the Hell did you just do?!” Mainer Corleone: ”Simply put, Charlotte I went out there and I put that prick Gingerdude in his place! He didn’t fulfil his end of the bargain and that cost me severely so in the end I was lead to take back what I was owed! I left Ginger out cold, even if it meant helping out my mortal nemesis Thunder Train! He’s getting his own soon but my immediate business was with Ginger and that business has been shut down for good!”Charlotte King: “No, I mean what the Hell was that move you did. That was absolutely insane!!!” Mainer Corleone: ”I got him with a Springboard Psycho Holiday! I push the limits every night. Insane right? I saw opportunity and I saw the chance to break that ginger assholes’s nose in a million different places! He probably hasn’t even recovered from the attack yet and is still lying in that ring unconscious or being escorted off to the hospital! NOBODY crosses me. NOBODY!!! Thunder Train crossed me by leaving me to die with a transsexual and he’ll soon see that what happened to Gingerdude is not even a fraction of what he’s getting! When Gingerdude comes back to his senses and realizes that booking two of his biggest opponents in a match against each other only brings in buy-rates and gives a much greater chance of having one of us injured I’ll be soon standing tall over that giant!!! I don’t care if he’s eight times the size of me and can eat Kevin Anderson, I can BEAT high-calibre superstars. I’ve been International Champion before and I’ll do it again! Train better be ready for me ‘cause I’m gonna’ break him. For once, the fat man has bitten off more then he can chew!!”Charlotte King: “How are you responding to your loss against Rawt Ross tonight?” Mainer looks at Charlotte as if to say “Seriously?”. He nearly slaps her in the face just at her insolence but… he doesn’t ‘cause Ray is driving and angry old men shouldn’t drive. Believe me, I know from experience.Mainer Corleone: ”Seriously? HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL?!?! I was fucking robbed by that over-sized Third Reich Side-burned loving douche! I HAD HIM BEAT and he screwed me over. Weimar Republic can kiss my ass, I put him through that table and the referee fucked me over! Ginger probably made him do that. It’s bullshit no matter what way you spin it! I promise to all the ACW fans that whether it be in three days or three years I WILL end Rawt Ross’s undefeated streak dammit, PERMANENTLY! I still have business with him and he WILL get whacked. I know for a FACT that that will not be the last he sees of me! Now, Charlotte you got any more questions?”Charlotte King: “I have one, what’s your plans for next week?” Mainer Corleone: ”You’ll see alright, don’t worry honey bunny. Train will regret the day he fucked with the Corleone’s alright haha! Tonight I didn’t win, but I took out Train and I took out Ginger in one smooth shot! I killed two birds with one shotgun shell and boy do I feel proud of it! I lost to Rawt officially but everyone out there knows that I won! I’ve got a big plan for next week, Train you better be prepared because in this dog eat dog world we call Alpha Championship Wrestling it’ll be YOU that gets eaten for a change! Your stomach won’t be able to handle my plan! I’m taking that International Title off of you and I’m taking my amulet back! You’d best be ready because this is going to get ugly and quick. When I’m done with you I’m sending you packing right back to your roots on The End of the Line. Get ready, because The Sex Tornado is going to tear away your foundations and blow you away for good! Tonight was JUST the beginning1 I’M SENDING YOU PACKING, RIGHT BACK TO VIETNAM!”Mainer switches off the camera and the screen turns to black as an invigorated Mainer sips on Dr. Pepper once again. Like Mainer Corleone stated, the worst has yet to come and as we leave on that note the crowd has to wonder what does Mainer Corleone have planned? We’ll see soon.FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:24:19 GMT -5
Segment: The Pablo Crisis, Part 1: Curtains Up (Credit: Lee)
Remember how they first met? Lee was a young stupid teen who was caught up between the life of drugs, alcohol, debauchery and of course gang banging. Consequently, he ended up knowing people from the wrong crowd, and landed himself a spot with the Pirus, a subordinate of the infamous Bloods gang. During those days, you would always catch Lee walking around with a crowd of other people--Blacks, Hispanics, a few Asians here and there--all complete with Bloods signature red rag as they would wreck havoc amongst the streets. Lee was quite a fucked up kid when growing up, yessir.
The fateful night Lee was sent along with an accomplice to take out members of the rival gang, the Crips, things did not go their way and while their shootout was not successful, Lee and his fellow gang member got into a scrap which put them in a tight spot as the entire San Jose Police Department was on their way to where the gunshots were traded. He eventually got into a physical confrontation with a police officer on his way to escape, and barely got out on the better of it when he realized he was trapped, with sirens blaring from all directions, seemingly a sign to tell him to stop running and just give up.
Meanwhile, from a short distance, Pablo Del Santo, renowned Mobster who was behind many of the most despicable crimes despite being rather young for someone of his position, watched Lee put the officer down with a sinister grin. The underground fighting scene was booming, and Lee was exactly the type of specimen that he needed to invest in. Someone that was tough and quick, and has a stubborn attitude of never giving up. Not to mention the fact that he will always give up size which would automatically make people to bet against him. Pablo was a businessman, you see.
Watching Lee closely, Pablo parked his black GMC right in front of Lee, who he is desperately trying to get away, tired and worn out while bleeding from his nose as well as a cut right above his right eye. Pablo opened the door of the front seat, and saw Lee staring right back at him with a confused expression as he shouted at him.
Pablo: Eye, get in!
Lee wasn’t sure if he could trust this man, because the chances of some random guy willing to help a gang banger is not very likely during everyday life. But upon looking at Pablo, Lee knew he was no random guy. Hispanic man in his early forties, wearing an expensive looking, cream-colored suit, and the hat on his head gives Lee the idea that he is probably from Cuba, or perhaps originated from there. Wearing equally expensive looking shades immediately gives Lee the thought of “asshole,” as that is how he looked at people who wore sunglasses at night AND in doors. His facial expression was constant, so there is no way Lee can tell what is his reasoning behind doing what he is about do. But he did not have a choice so he dragged himself into the front seat, next to this stranger who just saved his blackanese ass from the cops.
Pablo started to drive, as Lee coughed with the strong smell of cigar reeking through the inside of the car. Pablo however was driving straight ahead, where the sirens are coming from.
Lee: Yo man, where ya goin’? It’s cop country up ahead.
Smirking slightly, Pablo replies casually.
Pablo: Yes, it is.
Lee: OK. If you haven’t noticed yet, I am running away from ‘em.
Pablo: Yeah, I know. Ju a Blood, no?
Lee frowns.
Lee: Look man, if someone from my side took out anyone of your...Iunno, eses or whatever, I got nuthin’ to do with it, I’ma junior man.
Pablo: Oh no, I am in no gang.
Lee: So you just gonna send me to the cops?
Pablo: Maybe.
Pablo looked at Lee and smiled, and Lee’s immediate instinct is telling him to punch Pablo out and take the wheel. But something tells Lee that he doesn’t want this stranger as his enemy. So he decided to be a bit more diplomatic.
Lee: Look man, ya don’t got to do this. I can make it up to you, pay you back or somethin’. I can work for you, hustle around the block. Don’t turn me in, dawg.
Pablo: Juu said Juu will work for me?
Lee: Just don’t turn me in, you got yourself a deal.
Pablo slowly bought the car to a halt. Turning slowly to Lee, he spoke, his voice still thick with creepiness as well as mockery.
Pablo: I saw ju’ fighting the cop just now. Impressive, I must say.
Lee: And?
Pablo: Of course, many things can be improved on, but on the grand scheme of things, ju’ is quite capable.
Lee: Quite capable of what, exactly?
Pablo: Tell me, how does the idea of fighting for a living sound to juu?
Lee: I don’t know. I mean, I get into brawls and shyt all the time. Doing it professionally never crossed my mind, though.
Pablo: Juu said juu will work for me.
Lee nods, making it clear that he is willing to pay back his debt as long as Pablo didn’t turn him in.
Pablo: How does becoming one of my fighters sound to juu?
Lee: A fighter?
Pablo: The underground fighting business, yes. Juu must have heard it, no? I know that some of Bloods higher ups is in the scene quite deep, haha.
Lee: I dunno. I mean, I guess I heard a thing or two.
Pablo: Ju not being very honest now, are ju? Don’t worry, I will not hurt you simply because of the color ju chose to represent. Ju see, a while ago, I was a Sureños, until I came to the conclusion that fighting and killing for the sake of a name and a community was just too stupid and...well, it isn’t worth it, comprende?
Lee: So what IS worth fighting for?
Pablo: The might dollar, of course. Glory and power and the fine mamacitas and poonanas are just more the…how to you say it? Incentive, entiéndame?
Lee shrugs, still not quite understanding where Pablo is going with all this.
Pablo: Ju don’t get it, do you? Ju a Blood, so what? What are Ju fighting for? What are Ju dying for? Ju don’t get paid, Ju don’t get nothing! And Ju life’s on the line every time Ju put on the colors of the gang Ju rep. Fight for me, Ju will get paid for Ju work, Ju will actually be the person people are going to talk about, and Ju don’t rep nothing, apart from Ju and me. What about it, kid?
Lee: Listen, it sounds all cool and all, but I am fifteen, dawg. I ain’t got no experience.
Pablo: Ju a fighter, kid. I can mould Ju into the perfect soldier. Fifteen? That is man enough in my book. Or are Ju scared? Want to run home to mommy?
Lee: Fuck you.
Pablo smirked.
Pablo: That is the spirit. What is it gonna be? Fight or jail? I don’t think the cops will care if ju a minor or not.
Lee contemplated hard. This man is right. Why is he fighting for the bloods? Sure, they took him in like family, but Chicken Head’s reaction towards him gave him enough reasons to walk out of it all right now. Plus he really doesn’t have much of a choice right now. He had to do this.
Lee: All right...I’m in.
Pablo: Smart man. Name?
Lee: Lee.
Pablo: Chino? I was going to bet that ju was Boriqua.
Lee: Naw...just Asian. Leepin’ it simple that way.
Pablo: Bastante feria. So as of this moment, Ju work for me, and only me. Ju work for Pablo Del Santo.
He restarted the car, and continued to drive straight ahead. Lee began to panic, and shouted at Pablo incuriously.
Lee: What the FUCK are you doin’? Didn’t I tell you there were cops right ahead?
Pablo: Sit ju ass down. I handle my business, ese. Just hide ju’r ass under, I will take care of the rest.
Lee: How do I know if I can trust you?
Pablo: Ju don’t.
Despite every fiber in his body saying otherwise, Lee ducked down under the seat and kept himself low, and hoped that he wasn’t making a mistake. Soon, the car came to a halt once again as Lee can see and hear the red flashes and the annoying sound of the police sirens. The window next to Pablo is being lowered, as Lee kept himself as still as possible, listening intently.
Cop: Hello, Mr. Del Santo.
Pablo: Buenas noches. Is there a problem?
Cop: Gangbangers again. Stupid fools. Got the PD on petrol for the night.
Pablo: Tough luck.
Cop: We were told to search every car passing through this area.
Pablo: That won’t be necessary, esse.
Lee can hear the cops voice tensing.
Cop: Look, this is out of my hands sir. I was told to search every car. I have to, it’s my job.
Pablo: Need I remind Ju that you only have your job because of me? Ju crooked cops got a conscience now? I don’t care what they say about SJPD, I knew there will be ju’re kind in there. Now, I need Ju to allow me through, do ju understand what I am saying?
Silence followed, as Lee cannot see what is going on up there until Pablo’s voice remerges again.
Pablo: That is what I thought. Good night, Bob.
Lee heard the cop named Bob shout out “It’s all right, he’s clear!” as Pablo drove on, and Lee waited until they are finally away from the lights and sounds of the sirens before he came up once again, looking at Pablo with his eyebrows raised.
Lee: What was that all about? How come the cop didn’t search the car?
Pablo: Let’s just say I got my connections. I am quite untouchable, ju see.
That was the first time Lee saw Pablo exercise his power over an authority, and it wasn’t the last. Meeting Pablo for the first time was definitely quite an interesting experience, one that changed Lee’s life forever. One thing is for sure though; if Lee knew how meeting this man would affect his life for years to come. He definitely wouldn’t have stepped into the car when Pablo offered him to.
To be continued.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:24:38 GMT -5
Chapter 2 : Hounded in Hamburg Volume 3: Just One Drink
Credit: Jonny Hughes The following was originally scheduled to air on April 13th 2009 We catch up with the Hughes men in the beer garden of one of Hamburg’s finest bars. It may have been hot earlier in the day when Hughes and his cohorts in The Empire were here but it’s late evening now and a cool breeze is weaving its way through the city of Hamburg, creating a nice ambience for the two men to reconnect. Jonny is sat at one of the tables on his own and is getting a decent amount of attention from the passing local ladies, attention which he chooses to ignore, he didn’t come to this bar in the hopes of scoring with a loose local girl. No, he came here for an entirely different reason, to have a long overdue first pint with his father. He looks up when he spots his father making his way through the crowd of people with a tray full of several pints of cold German Beer. William places the tray down on the table and places a pint in front of his son, he then removes his coat and hangs it on the back of his chair before taking his seat opposite his son. He smiles as he raises his glass.William: Cheers.Jonny duly obliges his father’s offer of a classic glass clink before taking a long drink from his pint and letting out a content sigh.Jonathan: That’s the good stuff...Jonny watches as his father smiles before taking a long drink that almost drains his pint glass, Jonny laughs and mentally concedes defeat in the drinking stakes to his old man, there’s an awkward silence as the Hughes men look each other in the eye, they both know that they’re going to have to apologise but admitting to a mistake is not in their blood, it’s not the Hughes way. They both go back to their drinks and take a quick sip.William: Jonathan...I’m sorry about what I said last week...I never meant to make fun of you for wrestling.Jonny detects a hint of sincerity in his father’s voice and accepts his apology.Jonathan: Don’t worry about it. I’ve heard worse things said about the sport, trust me. There are some ignorant idiots out there...So...how did you find me?William: I’ve heard of the internet you know...Both Hughes men share a laugh.Jonathan: Heh...I should’ve guessed.William: I searched your name to find you, was linked to your profile on the website. Turns out you’re pretty good at what you do.A proud smile breaks out on Jonny’s face. He knows he’s good at what he does but hearing those words from his father still means a lot to him.Jonathan: Thanks...I’ve worked hard to get where I am now.William: I always knew you’d be a professional sportsman...You always had the ‘gift’, you could turn your hand to any sport you tried, cricket, badminton, cross country, football, rugby. You could do it all. When I was looking at your profile I saw you call yourself ‘Spitfire’...you do know your grandfather flew Spitfires right?Jonny’s face breaks into a wide smile at the mention of his late grandfather, he had so much respect for the man and was devastated by his passing. He remembers the funeral for many reasons, one of the main ones being the fact that his father was absent for it.Jonathan: Of course, it’s the reason I use the name ‘Spitfire’.William: Well it’s a nice gesture...he’d be proud to see his grandson flying the flag for his country...I know I am.Suddenly Jonny’s patriotism and use of the Spitfire name become clear. A wry smile breaks across Jonny’s face as he looks at his father, spotting the sincerity in his eyes and picking up on the tone of his voice. He takes a quick drink from his pint and sets it down on the table in front of him and nervously runs his fingers through the condensation on the glass, letting the water trickle down his fingers in the process. His father picks up on his nervousness and changes the subject.William: So...have you got yourself a family yet?William immediately realises that mentioning the word family is not the best idea, given his son’s resentment of him for walking out all those years ago. The word cuts through the tension like a knife but Jonny decides to let it slide and lets out a slight chuckle.Jonathan: Not just yet...been trying to focus on my wrestling...I don’t have enough time to dedicate to a family just yet.William: You should try to start a family before it’s too late. Before you get too old, I mean, how old are you now?Hughes’ smile fades. His father doesn’t even know how old he is, he shakes his head as he reminds William of his age.Jonathan: Twenty-five. I’m twenty five years old.William: Well 25 is the perfect time to start a family, you’re not too old nor are you too young to be ready for the responsibility.Jonathan: I’d need to find a wife first.William: Well that shouldn’t take long. If you got anything from your old man it’s his rugged good looks.The Hughes men share a laugh for a moment. The camera pans out to reveal just how similar they are. They both have the same dark hair, although William has a few more grey hairs than his son. They both have the same piercing blue eyes, they even seem to have the same kind of dress sense, both men are wearing full length winter overcoats and are even sat in a similar position with almost identical posture. The laughter dies down and it’s Jonathan who speaks first.Jonathan: So what will you do next?William smiles and looks at his son.William: I was thinking that maybe I’d...go home...William looks at his son, trying to gauge his reaction towards his future plans. Jonathan takes a long drink from his pint, emptying the glass in the process. He places it down on the table and looks up at his old man.Jonathan: I don’t think that’s such a good idea.William: Why not? Don’t you think they’d want to see me?Jonathan: Quite frankly no. When you left us you hurt a lot of people, you’re lucky that I’ve been so welcoming, because I can assure you you’d get nothing of the sort from anyone else. Especially not David.William’s smile has disappeared and a regretful expression is etched upon his face. He knows that he hurt his family when he left them, but he never expected to hear that his youngest son doesn’t ever want to see him again. Feeling hurt by the words he decides to press on and try to mend the bridges he tore down all those years ago.William: Well...we’ll just have to see about that won’t we?William’s persistence proves to be the straw that broke the camel’s back as we see Jonathan Hughes rise to his feet angrily. He grabs his coat from the back of his chair and hangs it over his arm, he shoots his father a hateful glare as he realises that it was a big mistake on his part making contact with his father and now it looks like William is intent on trying to worm his way back into their family. He knows know that he’s going to have to step in and protect his family from the one person who could tear them apart.Jonathan: I knew it was a mistake to talk to you, to give you a second chance...A mistake I won’t repeat so I’ll only say this once...Stay away from family.Before his father can respond Jonathan storms off, leaving his old man alone once again as the scene fades to black on a shot of Jonny Hughes walks into the cold Hamburg night.Fade
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:25:19 GMT -5
“5/19/07 REVISITED” Credit: Thunderkiss [With no match to call his own, Thunderkiss has certainly been up to his fair share of antics tonight, and why not? He should earn his paycheck one way or another and that doesn’t include sitting around being bored. Content with the mayhem he has just caused, he returns back to his dressing room for some quality time with the misses. They may not be the same people that fell in love with one another almost two years ago, but the love that binds them together is has strong as its ever been. That said, imagine Thunderkiss’ surprise when he opens the door to tonight’s accommodations and sees his better half red faced and shooting daggers into his heart with her eyes. Hold onto your hats, Thunder fans, this is going to get rough.] Thunderkiss: Whoa. Did Fleming drop by with his mob again?Anna Sommers-Joseph: Aiden, I am going to ask you a question and I want you to be one-hundred percent honest with me. Thunderkiss: I’ll do even better! I will be five hundred percent honest with you!Anna Sommers-Joseph: Stop it. Just, stop. I am being serious and would kindly ask you do the same. Is that too much to ask for? Thunderkiss: Fine, fine. Obviously something has crawled up your cootch’ so let’s hear it.[It is times like these that she misses her “Aiden Joseph.” While that man has been erased from existence, he still lives on in her memory. As much as she wishes she could relive the past, the rational woman within realizes that it is the future that requires her full attention. She’ll play the cards that life has dealt her and be happy. Besides, no matter how hard she has tried, she has never been able to stop loving this man, brash attitude or not.] Anna Sommers-Joseph: Those markings in your chest. What do they REALLY mean. And don’t you dare give me that lame “I lost a bet” excuse. [She knows. The day he has always feared is at hand. TK’s closet is full of dirty little secrets, but some are bigger than others. This secret, dear reader, is the equivalent to the 500 pound gorilla in the room. His mind quickly begins to decode smokescreens and exit plans but completely overlooks the most compelling question of all: how did she find out? There is only one possible solution to this riddle and it is one he does not approve of.] Thunderkiss: You went over to Rena’s house, didn’t you?Anna Sommers-Joseph *ignoring*: I-said-what-do-those-markings-mean?[/b] Thunderkiss *yelling*: I SAID DO NOT GO OVER TO RENA’S HOUSE! Talk about requests! Was THAT too much of a big one?! I told you now at least a thousand times. There is nothing going on between us! Nothing! She came over to the hospital out of nothing but good intentions, something you clearly lack right now!Anna Sommers-Joseph *yelling*: ANSWER MY QUESTION, DAMMIT![His disposition has backed down many a man but it does absolutely nothing to this woman. Whatever Anna wants, Anna gets. This is a lesson he has surely learned by now and denying her of this information would be worse than fessing up to the truth. He chooses the lesser of the two evils.] Thunderkiss: Fine. You want it answered, you got it. These numbers were maliciously carved into my chest by Rena. You happy now?Anna Sommers-Joseph: I know that. That didn’t answer my question. I know HOW they got there. I want to know WHAT are their purpose. Thunderkiss: I did something very bad to her on this date. Something she wanted to make sure I’d never forget. I guess you can say she’s been rather successful. Anna Sommers-Joseph: And what was that? [Again he is thrust into a no win situation. Another lie would only result in a temporary fix. Sooner or later, she’ll find out and when that day comes he could possibly be expelled from the palace of Gingerdude. Trust is the most important factor in any relationship. Time to show Anna that she can in fact trust him, no matter how hard these five little words are to say nor their consequences.] Thunderkiss: I forced myself upon her ..[She turns three shades of pale. Feeling as if she is going to be ill, she flees from the room and not once looks back. All the while Thunderkiss lowers his head prepares himself for dark days ahead. He repented for his sins yet almost two years later to the day, they return to lay his life in ruin. Tired for his burden, he screams out - ] Thunderkiss: Oh go ahead. Punish me for something I did before long before I met you. Considering your currant rational state, It would only make sense![If his victim can forgive him then surely his wife can but it will take time. As they say, it heals all wounds.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:25:41 GMT -5
Pre-Match Talk By Dave Shadow and Hollywood Mach As we cut backstage again, we find our trusty cameraman standing in a hallway, beside a drinks machine. A man walks down the hall, iPod in hand and dancing to a tune no one else can hear. His ghost white hair flops up and down, as he strikes various poses. Yes, with dancing this bad, it could really only be one man. Dave Shadow. Off in his own little world, preparing for what will be an epic encounter later tonight. As he passes the drinks machine, he stops and decides that a nice, cold Coca Cola would be the perfect pick-me-up before his match. He takes some coins out of his jacket pocket and feeds them in, hitting the buttons for a coke.
He stands back and waits for the can to drop out. But nothing happens. The smile slowly starts to fade, as Dave realises the dastardly machine has eaten his money. He pulls back and gives the thing a kick, before grabbing it and trying to shake it back and forth. Alas, it is all to no avail. Never one to give up, Dave gets down on his hands and knees and puts his arm into the slot the cans should come out, reaching into the bowels in a quest for his refreshment. His tongue hanging out, and his arm 75% into the machine, he looks to be in a rather embarrassing situation. It’s a good thing no one can see him....
The camera pans back a bit, as behind Dave another man walks up. Hollywood Mach stands with his arms on his hips, looking down at his opponent for this evening. Dave slowly realises that someone is behind him. He turns his head and looks up, as Mach tilts his head and looks at him. Dave’s eyes roll back, looking to the sky in a “Why, God” expression, as he tries to remain as cool as he can.
Dave: Yes. Can I help you?Hollywood: Just seein' if a brudah like yourself needs some help!?Dave: No, I’m good. Dave pulls his hand and arm out of the machine, and brushes off the dirt on his sleeve. He stands up, trying to look slightly more intimidating. But there’s still the difference of a foot in their height. Dave laughs nervously, trying to look calm and confident.
Dave: Though I was hoping I’d run into you some time actually. You know. Before our match.Hollywood: Yeaah? IS THAT SO BRUD? What can The Mach do for YOU?!Dave: Yeah. See, I’m a good sport. I wanted to wish you luck before our match tonight. You know, at one stage, you were my hero here in ACW. You were everything I ever wanted to be. And I guess I should thank you as well. Because quite frankly, now I see I'd be crazy to want to be anything like you! What the hell were you thinking, challenging me? I’m the fastest rising superstar in this company, and quite frankly, you’re an old coot who is entering the final stages of your career, and is evidently self-delusional if he thinks he stands a chance here tonight.Hollywood: Brud you ain't even SEEN the true power of the Macho Man! I eliminated your ass from the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale and macho'd up on all the competition! The Mach came fresh off of one of the greatest International title reigns of all time and is now getting ready to take back the World championship! The Mega Star Alliance, my own faction - is the biggest stable in this industry today! You're talkin' to the last true gem left in this business jabroni! I ELIMINATED YOUR ASS - END OF DISCUSSION!Dave: Yeah, I remember that Mach. I will forever remember that it was you who cost me a shot at the World title. But that....that’s just something that will motivate me tonight when we go out to that ring and fight. See Mach, I’m a legend in the making. I am the future of this company. I am part of the greatest stable of all time. Zero Tolerance. You’ve heard of us? Hollywood: Oh Miztah Shadow, I'll say it once and I'll say it again! The Macho Man has ZERO TOLERANCE for your stable! I've definitely heard of ya, but I only got three words to say to that shit brud: "MEGA STAR ALLIANCE!" OOOOH YEAAH THE GREATEST FACTION IN THE INDUSTRY TODAY, LEAD BY ACW'S OWN MEGASTAR AND FUTURE OF THE INDUSTRY HOLLYWOOD MACH! How can you compete with the epitome of Main Event? The answer is that you simply can't!Dave: You know, talk big all you want. But here’s the thing. Your group is nothing more than a bunch of washed up has-beens, losers who never were, and losers who never will be. Me and TK? We’ve got our shit down. It’s only a matter of time before we hold all the gold. It’s only a matter of time until you, your cronies and everyone else here admits that everyone pales in comparison to Zero Tolerance.Hollywood: You seem to forget who truly calls the shots around here, Shadow! I have been here since the start, and have seen many leave and many come! I took hiatus because I chose to do so, not because I was washed up! In the 6 months I've been back - I have already single handedly dominated the Main Event scene! I am the single most prestigious superstar this industry has ever seen - and I am MORE than a match for "Double Deuce" or whatever you guys call yourself these days! At Spring Into Hell I'm going to take the ACW World title from Steele, and when I get to Omega Effect I'll beat your little titsucker buddy ThunderKiss in seconds flat - CAUSE I AM THE LORD AND MASTER OF THE RING!Dave: Ok, I get it Mach. You’ve got to act all tough. But I want you to remember something tonight, when you’re lying on that canvas, staring up at the lights. My music playing. The ref raising my arms. And the crowd cheering for yours truly. I want you to remember something when you roll over and look to the crowd, and those people look back at you and shake their heads in disappointment. I want you to remember that it was you who was foolish enough to challenge me. I want you to remember that it was you who asked to be humiliated and shown up in front of this crowd. I want you to remember that no matter if it’s you or Jake who walks out with the World Title at Spring into Hell, Thunderkiss is the man waiting to challenge you. And when you remember all that, I want you to know...it’s ok to run home and cry. You can take your little league of super friends, and you can go and cower in fear. Because we both know that Zero Tolerance can kick anyone’s ass any day of the week. And tonight, its you ass's turnHollywood: You talk about your turns, you talk about your burns! THE MACH HAS HAD JUST ABOUT ENOUGH! Little squirts like yourself gotta recognize who is in charge! The Macho Man has been to the top brudah - he's seen the mountain's peak! You've barely broken into the 2nd tier of this industry and that is where you will plateau! After I win that ACW World Championship, Thunderkiss will not stand a CHANCE against The Feature Presentation! I have donka'd the donka and Macho'd the Mach - AND BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY I KNOOOOOOOOW I'M THE CREAM OF THE CROP! Shadows are just that - shadows! It's time to put your ass behind me in a line of many jabronis who got their asses beat by The Macho Man Randy Kanyon! The Mega Star Alliance will reign supreme over all opponents, and your little bitch ass is no different than the rest! Phenomenal took that title of yours - and The Mach is gonna take your pride! SO IN THAT RING TONIGHT - LIKE MACH DOES EVERYNIGHT, IM GONNA TWIDDLY TWIDDLY YOUR ASS INTO A MACHO SLAM - AND THEN GET THE ONE TWO THREE BEFORE SENDIN' YOUR JABRONI JUMPERS ALLLLLL THE WAY TO THE MACHO MOTEL! YEAAAAAAAAH!Just as Mach finishes, he reaches over Dave’s shoulder, and bashes the drinks machine with his fist. A can drops down from inside. He takes his arm back and pats Dave on the shoulder, giving him a big smile and backing away. Hollywood: Seeyah out there, brud.Dave watches as Mach turns and leaves, heading towards the ring. Dave wears a huge scowl on his face, his cheeks turning red in anger. He bends down and picks up the can, before throwing it down the hallway, letting out a primal scream. As he breaths heavily, looking at the ever-cool Mach turn a corner and disappear out of sight, he turns and kicks the drinks machine. And we...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:26:16 GMT -5
Explanations [/color] (Credit: VorteX)[/center]
The scene opens up to reveal an abandoned train yard. The other day Abel had Vortex follow him to this yard, and said that Vortex should meet him here after he had gotten some rest. After the dream Vortex had, rest was the last thing he had gotten, although he needs to speak to Abel now more than ever. Vortex comes to a clearing in the yard, surrounded by old rusted transport cars and cabooses. Vortex looks at the side of one of the cabooses and behind all the graffiti, rust, and dirt he can make out the words:C.O.L.A. Inc. We Keep Your Drinks Cold!Vortex has no idea what C.O.L.A stands for or how these trains kept drinks cold, however he does know one thing…Abel is standing in the door of one of the transport cars. As Vortex approaches Abel, he jumps down to meet Vortex, a look of concern in his eyes.Vortex: I had a dream last night.Abel:: … Vortex: My dream contained you, and someone named Atrus. At the mention of the name Atrus, Abel’s eyes widen a bit, and one can almost make out a look of fear on his face, an expression that is usually far from his normal demeanor. Abel:: It’s happening… Vortex: What’s happening? I was transported into my own dream, I’m going INSANE Abel.Abel:: You’re not going insane Dimitrius. Well, not in any normal fashion at least. Vortex: The whole thing is cryptic, and the worst part is you admit to trying to kill me!Abel:: I did try to kill you… This statement enrages Vortex, for he knew he never should have trusted Abel. Because of this man, Vortex was taken out of action for nearly two years. Vortex lunges at Abel, who does not attempt to move. He grabs Abel and hits him hard, then throws him backwards into one of the transport cars.Vortex: You want to know what two years of pain felt like? Vortex picks Abel up and slams him into the car again, although he cannot figure out why Abel is choosing not to fight back.Vortex: Fight back you bastard! In the midst of his rage, Vortex feels an odd sensation of pain. The more he continues to beat on Abel, the larger the sensation grows. He hits Abel again, however this time a large spike of pain goes throughout his body… Vortex: What are you doing to me?Abel:: By hurting me, you will only hurt yourself Dimitrius, for I am a part of you. Vortex: First, we’re brothers, now we’re one in the same? Cut the shit Abel!Abel:: If you would calm down, I’ll explain everything. First, you need to release me however… Vortex notices he’s still holding on to Abel tightly, and releases him. He steps back from Abel and stands guard, expecting some sort of surprise attack. Abel:: You can let your guard down Dimitrius; I’m not going to do anything. Vortex relaxes and looks at Abel, he cannot make heads or tails of this man. Is Abel some kind of psycho that has been stalking him and claiming to be his brother? Alternatively, is he actually telling the truth? Why in the world would Abel try to kill him?Abel:: The back-story to our problem is far too complex to explain at this moment. So I’ll start with something recent, do you remember when I showed up during your feud with Hunter? Vortex: Yes.Abel:: We trained together and you beat Hunter, however after that you started losing. You also started taking Exodus. Vortex: Exodus? Abel:: It’s a mood enhancing drug, however it also has distinct healing properties. Which is a large part of why you’re alive today. Vortex: I don’t take drugs, and I never have. Abel:: You did take the drug, although you didn’t know you took it. Vortex: If you don’t stop this circular psychology crap, I’m going to beat the answers out of you.Abel:: I told you, it’s complex. Atrus is something that has always existed with you, as have I. The story of how I ended up in another body is for later, however now is the time to explain more about Atrus. Vortex: So, you’re telling me I’m possessed?Abel:: Not at all. Atrus can be thought of as your Id, you’re primal instinct. He is a part of your mind, and thus can take control of you, whether you like it or not. He forced you to take Exodus in anticipation of my attack. Vortex: Wait, I knew you were going to try to kill me but I didn’t know at the same time? Abel:: Precisely. The reason I tried to kill you in the first place was to get rid of Atrus, the more he stays with you unchecked, the worse things will become for all of us. Vortex: Where did we go after you shot me? The last thing I remember was waking up at home, deciding to come back and wrestle because I was healed. Abel:: Rather than explain in words, it is probably better for me to show you where we went. Before Vortex can begin to comprehend what Abel just said, Abel began walking away. Rather than try to stop Abel and force more explanation Vortex felt a compelling need to follow him, this man had answers...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:26:50 GMT -5
Match 5: Falls Count Anywhere Match Hollywood Macho vs. Dave Shadow (Credit: Hollywood Mach / Jake Steele) FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE ..::ACW::.. DAVE SHADOW VS. HOLLYWOOD MACH ..::WARFARE::.. Credit: Hollywood Mach/Jake Steele for commentary [/size] Time limit: 15 MinutesReferee: Joey Reynolds-* Tale of the Tape *- Dave ShadowAge: Early - Mid Twenties Height: 5'8" Weight: 184 lbs. Hometown: Drogheda, Ireland Hollywood MachAge: 34 Height: 6'7" Weight: 270bs. Hometown: Yellowknife, NT, Canada We come back from commercials to see Jake Steele at ringside for the Falls Count Anywhere match. He's at the announce table with Maxwell McNally and Eddie Edison."Fast" Eddie Edison: Welcome to the announce booth, Steele. It's nice to have you hear once ag- Edison pauses, putting his hand over his headset as he seems to be getting something through it. He's told the message and shakes his head as he gets ready to tell the champ. "Fast" Eddie Edison: Well, Steele, I've just gotten some news directly from the Chairman's office. He has announced that if you lay even one finger on Hollywood Mach during this match, you will be stripped of your championship. Jake Steele: I'm not even gonna worry about dat. I'm here to scope out da "competition". Point blank.*DING*DING*The match began with RDK taking it to the much smaller Shadow, dominating him with Macho Overhand punches. The one half of Double Deuce and former ACW Entertainment Champion was NOT going to let Macho continue this for much longer so took initiative by finally ducking an overhand punch, causing Mach to spin around - allowing Shadow to connect with a drop kick. Mach reels back and Shadow is already back to his feet and off the ropes towards RDK, hitting a flying clothesline that sends RDK down to the mat - rolling out of the ring. Shadow gets to his feet and leans over the top rope, staring down The Mach. RDK gets to his feet and brushes himself off as he stares up at Shadow. Jake Steele: You see Mach didn't expect, Mach didn't expect dat. He was too busy tryin' to gas himself up, thinkin' he a big shot, and he ain't no big shot! He soft man!Maxwell McNally: Well I don't know if you can't call Hollywood Mach a big shot, but Shadow definitely has the early advantage in this match up. Shadow steps through the ropes onto the apron and goes for a flying crossbody to the outside! He hits The Macho Man and the two both collapse on the outside with a THUD. The crowd cheers at the fast paced action thus far and it isn't long before Shadow is up and stomping away at the Macho Man himself! RDK gets up eventually and the two begin to trade punches. Steele looks on, stroking his ACW Championship as he watches the two take their battle up the ramp. Shadow tries to keep the momentum in his favor by switching up his offense with some kicks to RDK's knees but The Mach has alot of stamina and isn't gonna take any shit. RDK grabs Shadow by the leg when he goes for another kick and pulls him in for a samoan drop onto the crash barrier! BAM! "Fast" Eddie Edison: Ouch! The impact of that move by itself does damage to your back, but when it's done on that barrier it is an entirely different story! Jake Steele: Definitely Eddie. Even from right here you can here Shadow's back just crunch and snap and pop off of dat barrier.Shadow's body ricochets off the barrier and onto the floor before RDK scoops him up for a DDT! The move connects and Shadow's head smashes hard into the floor to the sheer satisfaction of The Mach! RDK collects the form of Shadow again and gets him to his feet only to start feeding him more Macho Overhand punches as he makes Shadow slowly back down the ramp towards ringside. RDK begins talking trash, stopping his offense for a moment. Hollywood: Ya candy'ass is gonna have to take a little trip down to the Mach Motel jabroni! Yeaa---Shadow uses this lull to begin head Macho back with some knife-edge chops to the chest! RDK reels back as Shadow takes the fight up the ramp a bit but RDK grabs Shadow by the hand and tries to irish whip him back down the ramp...Shadow reverses the irish whip and sends RDK shooting towards the steel steps! RDK's head smashes into the steps with a loud CRASH and the crowd goes mental as Shadow flicks his hair back and licks his lips as the tides have now turned in his favor. Steele watches on from the announce table, and even stands up to get a better view, his headset still intact. Jake Steele: Haha! Dat's where runnin' yo mouth gets ya Mach! Yeah nigga! How dat STEELE feel!?"Fast" Eddie Edison: Steele, Steele! Sit down, before Chairman Gingerdude tries to strip you of the title for talking!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:27:18 GMT -5
RDK's head luckily isn't cut open - but Shadow is definitely open....open for giving The Macho Man a beating that is! Shadow grabs RDK by the back of his hair and goes to smash his face into the steps for further damage, but RDK puts his hands out infront of him and blocks the collision, bent over with palms ontop of the steel steps! Shadow tries to force RDK's face into it anyways - but it isn't long before The Mach is able to power out and begins laying back into Shadow once more! Shadow reels back but isn't going to let RDK take control as he has done so many times before in this match and whips out an enziguri! RDK looks groggy for a bit - just long enough for Shadow to hit a spinning neckbreaker! Shadow goes for the cover and gets a two count before RDK kicks out! Jake Steele: I really can't stand either of these two suckas fightin' each other right now, but I tell you who I'm rootin' for - Dave Shadow.Maxwell McNally: And why is that? Both men want a shot at you for either of your titles, so why Shadow? Jake Steele: I'ma tell you why Max. It's cause deep deep down I feel for Shadow. I really do. "Fast" Eddie Edison: Why? Jake Steele: Cause he gotta team up with a sweaty, roided up, hot-head like Thunderkiss! You know dat shit can't be easy. Plus I would love to see da look on Mach's face when he gets beat by a "rookie".Shadow distances himself from RDK and waits for him to get to his feet before running for a Lou Thesz Press! Shadow leaps in the air and it looks like its gonna connect without a hitch but RDK reverses it hits the JABRONI BUSTER! He hooks the leg and the referee counts to 2.5 before Shadow kicks out! RDK cocks an eyebrow at the sheer spirit this young kid has, and takes that into account when he gathers him for an irish whip into one of the posts - which Shadow is able to prevent from doing himself damage! Shadow jumps onto the top of the turnbuckle on his whip towards the ring post and signals for a TOP ROPE HURRICARANA! Just as RDK realizes what Shadow is going to do, he isn't quick enough to avoid the maneuver, and takes a harsh bump as the move sends him crashing into the apron, where he cuts his lip open - and blood begins to trickle down from the mouth of the Mach! Jake Steele: BLOOD! BLOOD! MACH IS BLEEDIN' RIGHT NOW! BLOOD IS TRICKLIN' DOWN HIS CHEEK! SHADOW IS SEPERATIN' DA WEEK FROM DA OBSOLETE! IT'S HARD TO CREEP DA BROOKLYN STREETS! WHO SHOT YA MACH! WHO SHOT YA!?The crowd is exploding in excitement as the two heels' battle continues! Shadow grabs Macho by the back of his head again and smashes his face into the apron before tossing him into the ring, blood still leaking from his mouth. Shadow searches under the ring for a weapon to help him take out the power of The Mach - and he is not dissapointed as he finds himself a spare ring bell! Shadow rolls in with it and waits for The Mach to get to his feet. The ref pleads with Shadow to lay off for a bit as RDK gets to his feet - fearing The Mach might use his backstage powers to get Reynolds fired for "unfairly" officiating the match. This distraction is enough time for RDK to snap his finger and have a pair of sunglasses tossed to him from the crowd. A mic on a long cord comes down from the ceiling and Mach speaks into it as Shadow drops the bell in confusion...music begins to play....[/center] Hollywood: NOW EVERYBODY - HAVE YOU HEARD!? If you're in the game, then the stroke's the word!Jake Steele: ...Da fuck...RDK begins to strut towards Shadow, his bloody mouth dripping more scarlet drops onto the mat. Shadow picks up the bell and runs at the cocky Megastar, ready to smash him in the face, RDK ducks and brings Shadow into a ROCK BOTTOM! RDK gets back up as Shadow rolls out onto the outside from the impact of the maneuver! Hollywood: Don't take no rhythm, don't take no style - Got a thirst for killin', grab your vile...ANNNNDSTROKE ME - STROKE ME!
RDK shakes his legs in a cocky fashion and shakes his hands a la Ric Flair as he dances around the ring...RDK then goes to the top rope and signals for the MOONSAULT.... Hollywood: Say you're a winner but man you're just a sinner now...And with that, the graceful form of RDK leaps off backwards onto the limp form of Dave Shadow - landing perfectly. He hooks the leg - thinking the match will surely be over now....
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Mach sees Steele slide his shades on, and put his World Title over his shoulder as he begins to leave. Mach looks at the microphone hanging from the ceiling and takes it into his head, as he yells into it, letting it known to Steele, Shadow and the WORLD who just won this match - decisively.Hollywood: AND THE WINNER OF THE MATCH... AND SOON TO BE THE NEWWWWWWWWWWW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION - HOLLYWOOD! MAAAAACCCCH!Mach keeps the microphone in his hand as he motions for the title with his other hand. Steele watches this all now from the top of the ramp, smiling. He nods his head and turns back to go through the curtains, Mach having made his statement.
But will it be the final one of the night? We'll see.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:27:49 GMT -5
Segment: Society's True Apostasy (Credit: Unknown)
I could feel the wind breeze past my face as I slowly trudged my way down a dark alleyway. Donning only a pair of tattered sweatpants and a pair of combat boots, I have come to be accustomed to this same scenario, night in and night out. Some might call it a rough life and others may think of it as a disciplinary technique to help improve my focus and stamina. But as far as I'm concerned, I call it Sunday.
For the past few months (or even as far back as I can remember), I have been living in Oslo, Norway. As far as I know, that's all I remember. I have no clue what my name is, where I was born or who my real family is. All I have come to know is that I truly am a monster. Whenever people see me on the streets, they stop and do a double take, proclaiming me to be a freak or a being not fit for society. The feeling is certainly mutual; I cannot help but stare in awe at the inexcusable blunders caused by this world, a world that relied on killing itself in order to stay alive. My unachievable goal is to watch civilization kill itself off so the world can restart anew. But in order to do that, I have to find out who I am and what my purpose is.
My tranquil stroll in this rat-infested alleyway was drastically cut short by the piercing screams only a woman could produce. I stopped in my tracks then followed the noise towards the screams. Sure enough, it led me to another alleyway. Obstructing my path was indeed a terrified woman with three ugly brutes swarming over her. Two of them held her out by her arms while the lead man was preparing to loosen his belt and ultimately drop his pants to the ground. With a small scowl on my face, I let out a small roar that managed to catch their attention. The leader jerked his head towards me and ordered his two dimwit henchmen to come after me.
Remember all that my teacher Mr. Lyngstad had instructed me to do for the past few months, I held my ground and grabbed an oncoming fist, twisting it around and driving the hooligan into the ground with a forearm strike. He immediately crumpled to the ground and the second man came at me with fury in his mind. All of his strikes failed to affect me and I simply picked him up by the shirt collar, slamming him numerous times up against a brick wall before tossing him aside like unwanted garbage. After completing my handiwork on the two acquaintances, I looked up and saw the leader come after me with a knife. I couldn't help but smile; all I had to do was stick my foot up and deliver a brutal kick to his face, breaking his nose and dropping him instantly on the spot. I surveyed the damage done and much like God with his creation of the Earth, I saw that it was good. I turned on my heels when I heard a whimpering voice call out to me. Once again I turned to find the frightened woman on her feet and tears falling down from her eyes. "Hvem er deg…?" {"Who are you…?"}
For about a millisecond, I felt remorse for the woman because I had no answer to provide for her question. I turned my back to her and calmly stated:
"Det er noe som jeg prøver til å utpønske." {"That's something I'm trying to figure out."}
As I continued down my path, I saw her still standing in wonder and astonishment from the corner of my eye. I had left her sights and began asking myself a new question: Why did I help her? She was only one person; what difference would it have made it I didn't choose to fend off her assailants. In a way, while I despised the majority of the world, I still saw the good in it. I guess it's what Mr. Lyngstad has been preaching to me for the past few months; continue to dig through the world's excrement and soon you will find the diamond that glitters.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:28:28 GMT -5
Attn: Dan White By Dave Shadow As we cut backstage again, we find ourselves in the medical room, with Dave Shadow sitting up on a bed. A doctor checks him out, pushing and poking at various body parts, trying to check if he’s ok after his brutal match up against Hollywood Mach. Dave grimaces in pain every now and again, as he holds an ice pack to the back of his head. He is covered in various bumps, bruises and scrapes. A knock on the door lets Dave know that someone has come to see him. He leans back against the wall behind him, needing its support to stay conscious, as the door opens. Gingerdude pops his head in, checking to see if everything is ok.Dave motions him in, as he enters. He puts his hand on the docs shoulder, signalling to give the two of them some time alone. The doc looks to Dave, who nods. The doctor closes the door on the way out, as Dave repositions himself on the bed, lying down. He lets out a groan of relief as he does so.Gingerdude: Nice match out there tonight. Dave turns his head, and shoots his boss a deadpan stare. Dave really doesn’t want to talk about that match right now. Gingerdude shrugs and decides to ignore it. A moment of silence passes between the two.Dave: I heard Dan has been causing some trouble outside tonight?Gingerdude seems a little taken back by this. He was hoping to keep that a secret from Dave. Alas, it now seems like he has no choice but to tell the truth.Gingerdude: Yeah, its true. But don’t worry about it. He won.... Dave: Invite him back.If Gingerdude was surprised before, now he’s gobsmacked.
Gingerdude: Invite him back? Dave: You heard me. I want you to get in touch with White. I want you to go and tell him he is invited to come to Meltdown in three days time. I want you to tell him that I am personally going to go to that ring on Thursday and invite him down. Because truth be told sir, we need to finish this, and we can’t if he is stuck out in the parking lot.Gingerdude: Dave, I can’t just invite him back, and our insurance would never allow us to let someone not employed to ACW to get into the ring. I... Dave: Please. Just....make sure he’s there....I need to see him on Thursday.I'll make it worth your while. Gingerdude opens his mouth to continue the debate, but Dave turns his head and looks back up to the ceiling. Gingerdude nods and turns to leave. Before he walks out the door, he looks back at Dave. He begins to talk again, but decides against it. He exits the room, leaving Dave lying on the bed, as we....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:30:11 GMT -5
An Offer I Will Refuse Credit: Andrew Black A slight knocking at the door of ACW’s newest Superstar Andrew Black awakens him from his power nap. He rubs his eyes and walks over the door. He opens it and there stands the Fallout Superstar, Nicholas Alger, the same man who wanted a match from Black last Thursday, but was then shut down. Andrew Black: You again? Come on old man, give up already, I do not want to fight. Nicholas Alger: Listen kid, its time for you to show some respect. Do you hear me? Andrew Black: Unfortunately, I do hear you. So I am just going to leave so I don’t have to hear talk you anymore, if you don’t mind. Have a nice life. Mr. Make You Tap turns around but is restricted from walking as the Fallout Openweight Champion had grabbed his arm. Black tries to shake him but DNA’s grip is too strong. Black turns back around, looking annoyed. Andrew Black: Listen, I have nothing to do with you. You are not in my league, its simple as that. Maybe you should go back to your own show. Nicholas Alger: I do not want to fight you. I watched the work you did against Colossus Rhodes last week and it was very impressive. But there are still some rough spots. I would like to train you. Andrew Black: Listen, I appreciate the offer, I think, but I don’t really need it. Sorry, try somewhere else. Nicholas Alger: I am trying to do you a favor. An honor, even. Andrew Black: The only honor you could do me is fucking off. Nicholas Alger: You know what kid, fine. But you think long and hard about it. And when you want your match, I will be ready and waiting. Andrew Black: Whatever you say. Andrew slams the door to his locker room and DNA stands there for a few seconds, shaking his head, but he knows what he must do. He sees the potential and he is determined to accomplish his mission. No matter how stubborn the young Black is.
Fade to Black
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