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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:30:57 GMT -5
Segment: The Call (Credit: ??)
It’s been an exhausting show, and Chairman Ginger just wants it to end. He is in a bad mood, and as such his secretary stays out of his way as he stalks his office, nursing a medicinal scotch. Needless to say, when his phone rings, he is not best pleased. He opens the door and shouts outward.
Ginger: Take that, I said no calls!
We don’t hear the response, but Ginger walks back into his office, muttering. He picks up the phone from his desk harshly.
Ginger: This is the Chairman. This had better be damn important.
It’s impossible to hear the person on the other end of the line. Ginger’s tone remains irriated.
Ginger: Yes, Alpha Championship Wrestling. Who are you, exactly-
A pause.
Ginger: Island Police? Don’t tell me there have been more break-ins. I told your officers previously, there are NO more weapons of mass destruction-
A longer pause. Ginger’s expression starts to deflate.
Ginger: Victor Laureano? Yes, he used to be employed with us. But he’s not got a standing contract....
The voice cuts him off. The anger drains from Ginger’s face, and the colour starts to disappear, too.
Ginger: Wait, wait.... what do you mean, a serious incident?
More words. Ginger has to sit down.
Ginger: ...............Oh, my god. But how could- yes, I understand. The airline confirmed a booking to Madrid just for him? No record of-
He is gripping the edge of his desk, without realising it.
Ginger: You’re right, there’s no time. We’ll do our best to find him. Please call straight away if you have any more news... thankyou. Goodbye.
As Ginger puts the phone down, a crew member rushes in.
Official: Mr Chairman sir, Victor Laureano is here, and he’s heading for the ring! I think he’s calling out-
Ginger: Freeman.
Official: Yes! What should we-
Ginger: Come in here, and close the door. I need you to get a message to Victor Laureano immediately.
The official does as asked, and the scene...
Fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:32:08 GMT -5
Segment: Come out, Come out (Credit: Latino/Freeman)
OOoOooOoOoOoOooOoOoOO LATINO!!!!!
The fans pop is so loud that it shakes the arena as the beats to War's Lowrider hit the arena speakers. The cameras pan across the crowd of people as they all jump up and down holding up various signs that range from "Freeman fears AK" and "Latino & AK > Freeman" The shot then cuts to the ring entrance just as Latino starts walking down the ramp. He looks left to right as the familiar rush of adreline is running through his veins. Tonight, that rush is for a different reason. Partly for the live feel from the crowd but largely for the anger that he has since last week. He's come down to the show to confront Jason Freeman over his comments. He walks down to the ring with passion and pride as the fans lean over reaching their arms out just for a simple touch. Latino walks up the steps and quickly demands a ring microphone. He waits a moment as the fans haven't lost a step with the favorite as they quickly quiet down.
Latino: I wish I was here under better circumstances pero... I'm here to find one man. So, without too much talk and wasting time let's get on with it.
Mira, Freeman... come on down here and stop hiding. I don't care what closet you're crying in but I want you out here now. Not manana or next week. ...Now
He pauses as he waits to hear Freeman's signature theme. For a brief moment, everyone's attention turns back to the ring entrance as they wait... and wait. Latino's impatience shows true for tonight as he breaks the silence most likely not for the last time tonight.
Latino: Tambien... ok, ok. If you're not going to come down. I will come find you. If that means I have to kick down every door-
Que? What do you want?!
Latino's speech is interrupted as an ACW Official comes running down the entranceway. Everyone now wonders what does this man have to say. He grabs one of the ring ropes, pulling himself onto the apron as he yells something at Latino. His stance nearly freezes on site as he hears this news. The microphone drops to his side as Latino takes off his glasses. Pure shock and fear are now seen in his eyes... anger is clearly still there deep down but now new feelings are running rampant. Latino walks closer to the Official asking him for more details but the man doesn't know the full details. Just as Latino starts to leave the ring a very familiar voice is heard...
Freeman: Oh, I'm so sorry...I see you've heard the news? Well, this is just too bad...I see that you most likely have more important matters than myself to attend to right now, so I just wanted to quickly say that I hope everything's okay. This is quite the unfortunate tragedy. Perhaps if certain people had reacted a bit differently to certain situations this never would have happened...but I digress.
Freeman shakes his head, and gives a small chuckle.
Freeman: I knew you'd do this, Latino. Come searching for me. What's ironic is that this is what caused the problem. You gave me enough time to slip out of here and arrange a little "surprise" for you and your family. I did quite a good job I might add. Ah well, you have only brought this on yourselves, and nothing can be done about it now.
After hearing Freeman's boast about his "accomplishment" rage and anger have now taken back full control over Latino. He quickly jumps down from the ring apron and makes a beeline for Freeman. Jason quickly heads backstage with a grin that only surgery can take off. Just as Latino tries to follow him he's pushed back by his former boss... Chairman Ginger. The camera gets close to two men as Ginger tries to calm him down.
Ginger: Whoa, whoa Victor! You can't do this now!
Latino: Don't tell me what I can or cannot do. Get out of my way!
Latino is a volatile mix of fury and anxiety. Ginger blocks him off, his own face almost devoid of colour.
Ginger: Listen, you can either waste your time here or use it wisely back home dealing with this situation. Right? There’s already a taxi on the way and you’re booked on the next available flight. I’ve got people ringing just about everyone on the island...
Ginger tails off. He wants to say “it will be ok”, but the fact of the matter is that he just doesn’t know if that’s true. Latino stops to actually listen to what Ginger is saying. It's clear he's trying to be the voice of reason in this terrifying situation, and that voice somehow cuts through to where it needs to reach.
Latino: ... You’re right. But you tell that piece of crap that I will be back and...if anything has....
He’s too angry, too frightened to finish. But his intent is crystal clear.
Latino: Next time, he won't have you or anyone else to save him.
The two men hurry off, leaving only multiple questions for the concerned audience to ponder....
* fade to black *
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:35:23 GMT -5
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:35:40 GMT -5
Match 6: ACW World Heavyweight Championship Jake Steele vs. Andrew Starr (Credit: Steele / Chris P)
Jones: Ladies and Gentleman, the following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the ACW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP. Introducing first, the challenger, weighing in tonight at 240 pounds, from Seattle, Washington…the returning ANDREW STARR!!!
YOU WILL ALL SEE SOON resonates across the ACW Arena, and Starr comes out on the entrance ramp. He gazes out onto the fans, pointing out to them. He walks on down to the ring, and rolls in, preparing for his match.
Jones: And the Champion, tonight weighing in at 234 pounds, he hails from Brooklyn, New York. The ACW Heavyweight Champion…JAKE STEELE
“Cake” by Lloyd Banks hits the PA System and the fans leap to their feet in approval. Jake Steele makes his way out from the back with Misono at his side and his titles on his shoulders. Steele and Misono go down the ramp and hype up the crowd before Steele goes over and receives encouragement and advice from Maximus. Steele then hands Misono his tag title before entering the ring and mounting the turnbuckles, raising his title in the air for everyone to see.
McNally: What a match up this is going to be.
Edison: With Starr’s performance at Fallen Heroes it’s safe to say he is in great shape.
With that the bell rings and the two men begin to circle each other. Equal size and weight plays into the equation as they engage and try and get an advantage but are unable to like two prize bulls fighting over a cow. Finally Starr takes advantage, breaking the tie up and delivering an overhand elbow to the head of Jake Steele, catching him above the right eye and stunning him enough to allow Starr to whip him into the ropes. Jake comes off and goes air born as Starr connects with a back body drop, taking control immediately with a reverse chinlock on Jake Steele, cutting off the air supply to his brain. Steele takes a while to get to a solid base and once he is there he connects with a double sledged elbow to the sternum, loosening it enough to allow him to connect with a bionic elbow that allows Jake to break free and hit the ropes and goes for a yakuza kick but Andrew Starr will have none of that, executing a perfect drop toe hold and straying from a submission hold and instead starting to fire clubbing forearms to the face of Steele before the referee forces him off.
McNally: Andrew Starr is taking it to Jake Steele, showing no evident signs of ring rust.
Edison: The allure of ACW Heavyweight gold seems to have brought out the best in Mr. Starr.
Andrew Starr backs away as Steele gets to his feet but breaks away and delivers a knee lift doubling Jake over, and then a clubbing shot to the back that forces him to one knee, and another that puts him on both knees. Starr goes for a classy pinning combo, rolling over the top with a crucifix as Steele is trapped as RAF slides into position for the call. …1 …2 NO! Whilst an impressive move, the technical acumen of Andrew Starr could not be considered at the top level and this shows as Steele is able to break out of the crucifix pin hold. Starr is not fazed however taking Steele up to his feet and firing a right hand to the head, and another backing Steele into the corner were Starr began to lock him down with an assortment of knees, and shoulder strikes to the sternum weakening Steele enough before taking him down with a cravate and then kicking him in the back as the crowd lets out a groan as Steele’s back arches in pain. Starr fires another kick to the back, this one quite possibly harder than the last before slamming Steele down to the mat with some authority and covering him as RAF slides into position, making sure the shoulders are down and counting the fall. …1 …NO! It’s a fairly easy kick out for Jake Steele but Andrew Starr has all the momentum in the world.
McNally: Andrew Starr is laying into our World’s Champion.
Edison: Starr is in this too win!
Starr picks Steele up and fires a few shots before hitting him with an inverted atomic drop, Steele clutching his nether regions in pain as Starr hit’s the ropes ready to connect with the Andrew Starr Lariat. Steele’s eyes become as big as saucers as his championship reign comes to a close...
Or not…at the last minute Steele ducks out of the way and evades the move and as Starr turns around lifts him up into the air looking for his second boomerang of the evening. This one however is countered as Starr slides off the top and locks in the Sweet Dreams on Steele.
McNally: Andrew Starr has locked in the sweet dreams.
Starr has the hold locked in deep but Steele is not willing to give in, as every second passes he becomes weaker and yet forges on until finally reaching the promised land, clutching the ropes for dear life. Starr isn’t willing to let this go however as he pulls back and pulls Steele down to the canvas and rolls over top, pinning Steele’s shoulders to the mat for a fleeting second before Steele rolls over the top, and this time ends up on top of Starr pinning him down to the canvas. …1 …2 NO! Starr is able to roll the shoulder out, knocking Jake Steele off. Both men are slow to their feet but Steele is first allowing him to take the advantage, with an assortment of hooks and jabs and then a shuffle side kick, that staggers Starr, another kick does enough damage that Steele’s jumping heel kick is able to knock him over. Steele pauses for a moment and as Starr tries to get up connects with a sliding bakatare kick, and is quick to his feet that once again when Starr gets up Steele uses his feet as a weapon, connecting with his standard Bigger boot that knocks Starr flat on his back. Steele goes for the cover …1 …2 …NO!
Edison: I thought it was over there.
McNally: Starr showing he still has it with that kickout.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:36:00 GMT -5
Following that big boot, Steele picks up Starr and irish whips him off the ropes. Starr is quick to reverse with a clothesline, which knocks the champion down for a moment, before he gets back up to his feet. Starr catches Steele up, kicking him in the gut, before he hits a Double Arm DDT, covering Steele hoping that this move will get him his first ever world title. ONE… …TWO… TH-NO! Starr turns Steele over, and mounts him, throwing hard punches into his facial area. Steele tries to block it, but Starr swipes his arms away each time and continues to pound on him. After a flurry of successful shots, Starr gets up off of the champ and runs off the ropes, jumping about a inch in the air and hitting a elbow drop to the gut of Steele. Starr hooks the leg but he only garners a two count. Starr thinks to himself, thinking of something which could end this, and he gets on his feet, looking to the ropes. Starr smiles and walks to the second rope, climbing on top of it and standing, waiting for Steele to get to his feet. Steele does, and just as Starr launches off, he gets caught abruptly by Steele, who spins his Axe Handle attempt and turns it into the Three-38! Starr is literally trapped, as Steele places the hold in and yanks back on it, the crowd going wild! Maxwell McNally: Starr is trapped in that Three-38! Will he tap!? Jake Steele keeps the pressure of the Three-38 applied on the neck and throat area of Andrew Starr, who has impressed many in his return match. But even with a point to prove, he knows that he'll have no choice but to tap out. His arm in the air, and his fist clenched he is merely moments away from submitting. Steele yells a war cry out into the air as he pulls all the way back on the hold, and Starr's palm begins to drop - but not exactly. With Jake Steele in the heat of the moment, he fails to realize that someone ran down the ramp, around the ring, and picked up his World Title. That person being none other than - Hollywood Mach. As boos hail down into the ring, Hollywood Mach holds the championship in his hand and slams it down onto the back of Steele, effectively causing him to break the hold right before what would seem as a successful retain and victory. RAF has no choice but to ring the bell as Mach begins pounding his fist into the face of Steele, who is totally caught off guard by the sudden assault.
Hollywood is grabbed by RAF, and briefly pulled off of the champ. RAF tries to tell him to leave it be, but Hollywood snickers at the statement and pushes RAF to the side of the ring. Spain lets him know how they are feeling about this attack, as they jeer every step of the way. Mach doesn't care though, because now he's going to make a true example out of the head Road Steeler.
Mach walks over to the World Title in which he dropped a few moments ago. He looks down at it's trapping glow, as he bends over and slowly picks it up, staring at the belt which he has held before, noticing it's change from year's past. All the while, it is still the same belt with the same meaning to it, and he wants it. He wants to be at the top of the mountain once again. This sinks into the mind of Hollywood as he watches Jake Steele stand up to his feet - knocking him right back as he charges the championship into the skull of the champ, sending him crashing to the mat, out cold. Mach watches him fall, before telling Phillip to give him his microphone, who is quick to oblige as always. Mach stands near the body of Jake Steele, as he cuts a promo.Hollywood: YEAAAAH! I TOLD YA STEELE - I TOLD YA! THE MACHO MAN PROMISED YOU HE'D LAY THE SMACKETH DOWN ON YOUR JABRONI ASS - AND THE MACH DID JUST THAT! WHATCHA GONNA DO NOW, BRUDAH?!RDK struts around the ring with the championship in hand, quite cocky as the fans boo and begin to chant Steele's name. It doesn't matter to The Mach - he's on top of the world.Hollywood: This world was made for megastars like me, Jake! I'm a cut above the rest - cream of the crop! I wasn't just gonna let you walk away! The Mach has been around for a long time - and he's seen what all the Jemima-boys got to offer, and frankly you just don't cut it squirt! Beating washed up has-beens like Crumpetboy and the dillusional Fallen Souls doesn't impress me one bit! RDK gives a swift kick into the side of Steele, before cracking a smile and adjusting his signature Macho Sunglasses.Hollywood: And when you cheated your way to victory against brudah XS3, that was the final straw for The Mach! It is time for the Megastars of Hollywood to put an end to this farce! An end to this tyranny! The Feature Presentation is gonna open up the Macho Motel ONE MORE TIME to prove a point to you and your fellow Steelers, brudah! THE MACHO MAN IS GONNA SHOW YA!RDK licks the side of his mouth before turning around to face other members of the audience.Hollywood: The Macho Man is gonna show ya how it used to be done all those years ago! THE MACH IS GONNA SHOW YA, HOW WE DO IT FOR THE MACHOMANIACS...YEAAAAH THE MACH IS GONNA SHOW YOU WHAT ITS LIKE! And brudah - you better bring all your "chain gang" cause when the goin' gets tough, and the Macho get machin'...there ain't no turnin' back! Hollywood Mach raises the World Heavyweight Championship into the air to massive, massive jeers and he just smiles not caring in the slightest bit of what they think. He takes a gaze at the championship, but his "moment in the sun" is cut short as "Ginger's Theme" hits the PA System. Hollywood shoots a look towards the entrance ramp, as Chairman Gingerdude slowly limps through the entrance curtain, very slowly. He has a bandage fresh over his wounds and he holds his back in much pain from his Street Fight with Thunder Train earlier in the night, which also saw him go through a table. He has a microphone in his hand, though when he tries to speak his face scrunches up and he has to take a moment to deeply breathe in. He does, and as Hollywood watches on waiting to hear why he's out here, Gingerdude musters up the strength to speak.Chairman Gingerdude:[/color] Congratulations, Macho Man. You have finally shut up that scoundrel, Jake Steele. But, you and I both know he won't stay put for much longer. Which is why I am out here right now. You...see... at Spring Into Hell. You will be competing against - and hopefully defeating - Jake Steele for his World Heavyweight Championship. But I don't...want...you to just beat him, I want you to annihilate him! So in a matter of two weeks, Jake Steele, and you - Hollywood Mach, will be competing in a match that you Macho are familiar with. It's a match you have lost a World Title in before, and chances are will regain a World Title in... Hollywood Mach raises a eyebrow to this, as he thinks back on matches he's competed in before which saw him lose that major championship. Then it clicks, and a smile forms over the face of the MegaStar, as he takes a quick moment to glance over at Jake Steele, still knocked out from the blow. The Chairman smirks now as well, as he lets everyone who doesn't know yet what the match exactly is.Chairman Gingerdude:[/color] At Spring into Hell, we will see you two compete in a ... LAST
MAN
STANDING! The crowd erupts from the announcement, as Gingerdude picks himself up and limps back through the curtain.
Hollywood Mach turns to the crowd, and raises the world title into the air as the real champion doesn't even know what has just occurred.
In two weeks, these two will have to keep each other down for a count of ten...
The winner will become World Champion, and will main event the biggest show of the year...
Who will be the Last Man Standing?
Fade....Post Match Credit: (Jake Steele/Hollywood Mach)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2009 16:37:09 GMT -5
“THE HAND THAT ROCKS THE CRADLE” Credit: Thunderkiss [Though a few days have passed since Thunderkiss’ loss over rookie Chris Phenomenal the sting has not softened. This past weekend he was the butt of every wrestling joke plastered on the world wide web, quite the contrast to a man who walked out of Fallen Heroes victorious just over a week ago. While a loss to Chris Phenomenal is nothing to be ashamed of (he is, of course, one of ACW’s biggest and brightest young stars), the manner in which his shoulders went down for the three count was less than to be desired, especially for the number one contender for the ACW World Title. He can’t hide backstage forever and the time has come to come forth from the entranceway and take his lumps like a man. Those who do not carry a Kiss Army membership card see to it that the walk is long and painful as possible. His dismay only continues as he can barely hear himself think when he is handed the microphone inside the ring. Their shouts create a most formidable barrier but if there is any man up to the task of penetrating it, it would be Thunderkiss.] Thunderkiss: Chris Phenomenal, look in the dictionary under “lucky.” You’ll find a picture of yourself, brother. Now -Aiden Joseph: Hello, Thun-der-kiss. [/color] [The crowd stirs. A large commotion follows as all heads turn toward the Alpha Tron to bear witness to an event that will lead water cooler discussions tomorrow morning world wide. A certain someone has decided to come out from hiding and Thunderkiss could not be more displeased.] Aiden Joseph: I see your set your dogs on me. Very well, they will serve as good practice for the final act to come. I mean really now, do you truly think your “army” feeble-minded outcasts will bring me in? Yes, they are many and I am but one, though I should not have to retell the story of King Leonidas. Surely you’ve seen the movie. You, as always, are a fool for opening up the floodgates Thunderkiss. Countless innocents will now pay dearly for their idiotic allegiance to a man who could not care one ioda about their well-being. You will be responsible for the blood that will surely stain my hands as well as my blades. How does it feel, Thunderkiss, to know you are responsible for the pain suffered by others. Others like dear Winter ... [/color] Thunderkiss: I don’t care if I get sent to jail for rest of my life, when I get my hands on you I swear you’ll NEVER be able to harm anyone any again.Aiden Joseph: My, my. Someone is a little “hot” under the color, aren’t they? That must come as being a failure as a brother. As a husband. And now a .... [/b][/color] [The camera finally pans back far enough to reveal “Fakden’s” location. The hearts in the arena begin to sink with every inch the screen pulls back for it soon reveals a mult- million dollar mansion that is nearing its final stage of construction. There is only one man in ACW whom this property belongs to and he is currently standing in the ring.] Aiden Joseph: Father. [/color] Thunderkiss: No.... please, don’t. I beg of you.[TK’s pleas for mercy are ignored as “Aiden” turns his back to the camera and slips on his pale, iron mask. Underneath the moonlight it gleams, eerily illuminating its eye holes to the perfect ghoulish appearance. Step by step he begins to travel a path straight towards the house where inside something irreplaceable belongs to both Thunderkiss and Anna. If what it is alludes you, the song that now emanates from the copycat should stifle your inquires.] Aiden Joseph: Hush little baby, don’t you cry... [/color] Thunderkiss: NoNoNo.Aiden Joseph: ... daddy is going to sing you a lullaby. [/color] Thunderkiss: NO, STOP! DAMN YOU, STOP![Into the house Fakden ventures where only a babysitter lies between him and young Dillon Joseph-Sommers. Thunderkiss must act and act quickly if he wishes to prevent “Aiden’s” body count to increase by two. Making like the Flash he storms out of the ring and runs to the back to call for help, surely making tonight just about the worst Chairman Gingerdude has had to deal with in a long, long time. Will it get there in time?] [WCW/TNA FADE .... LULZ] End of Show.
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Post by The Senator on May 4, 2009 16:48:34 GMT -5
Excellent(and extremely long) show, guys:)
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Post by xs3 on May 4, 2009 17:58:37 GMT -5
Nice job everyone. Hughes has done some great stuff here and I can't wait for Legalized Murder!
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Rena
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Post by Rena on May 4, 2009 18:19:17 GMT -5
great job to all who contributed!
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Post by Dalton on May 4, 2009 18:23:19 GMT -5
Whoever wrote my entrance (STEELE)... You bastard, I told you my entrance theme!
Ak or whoever wants to change it, go ahead and put it as "Shipping Up To Boston" by Dropkick Murphys
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Post by Kim Jong CP on May 4, 2009 19:11:29 GMT -5
yeah you, you Steele, you >_>
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 4, 2009 20:15:34 GMT -5
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Jake Steele
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Post by Jake Steele on May 4, 2009 22:06:48 GMT -5
Whoever wrote my entrance (STEELE)... You bastard, I told you my entrance theme! Ak or whoever wants to change it, go ahead and put it as "Shipping Up To Boston" by Dropkick Murphys You never told me that!
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Post by bryce on May 5, 2009 6:24:37 GMT -5
Great show, glad I bother to read it for once . However, just noticed you stole mah font/colour CP
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Post by rawt on May 5, 2009 14:07:38 GMT -5
And the tumbleweed keeps rolling
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