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Post by Jonny Spade on May 7, 2009 13:34:43 GMT -5
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Match 1:Stan Vishis vs. Davey Dickinson
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Match 2: VorteX vs. The Santanas
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Match 3: Rawt vs. DNA – Submission Match
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Match 4: The Senator vs. Gary - Legalised Murder
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Match 5: Jason Freeman and Danny Mainer vs. Hollywood Mach and Jonny Spade
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Match 6: Thunderkiss, XS3 & Andrew Starr Vs. Jake Steele, Lee Homicide & Thunder Train
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 7, 2009 15:57:44 GMT -5
Segment: Contract Signing (Credit: Hollywood Mach/Jake Steele)
"Fury" by Muse hits the arena to kick the show off for tonight's edition of Meltdown and the camera closes in on Edison and McNally as The Macho Man begins to make his way down to the ring that is set up with Chairman Gingerdude standing by a table with two chairs and a contract w/pen ontop of it.
Edison: We're in for a treat tonight, McNally! McNally: [/b]Right you are Eddie...and here comes Macho, GOD I hate his guts!
RDK struts down the ramp like it is no big thing before hoppin' up the steps. This crowd just hates him and the heat is as clear as the Mexico sun as the music is drowned with jeers. RDK just cracks a cocky smile before taking a seat at the table and raising an eyebrow above his signature Macho sunglasses as "Cake" by Lloyd Banks hits the arena and the crowd goes ballistic as Jake Steele enters the arena....
McNally: THE CHAMP IS HERE! Edison: It's a contract signing for their title match at Spring Into Hell, McNally! Of course he's here!
Steele's two championships sit firmly over both of his shoulders as he slides into the ring and twirls around for the audience to snap thousands of photo-shots at a time. He's ACW's hottest commidity - or atleast he'd like to think so - and theres definitely one person that disagrees. Jake Steele sits across from this person as Gingerdude gets on the mic..
Gingerdude: You both know the drill boys, you've both done this a few times now so get on with it...you're up first, Jake Steele.
Steele is about to sign...but he's not gonna do shit without a few words first...you knew that!
Steele: Pump yo breaks Ginga', you know damn well I ain't doing shit without sayin' a few words first, you know dat!
See, I told you.
Steele: Now me and you Mach, we go way back. Like four flats on a cadillac. We go back to Winter's Discontent, back in da Hell in a Cell, when I was still "Mr. International". See back then I had no clue who you was... but I still couldn't stand yo ass. I mean, you came back like you could take any title shot you wanted, anytime, anyplace. You walked around like people owed you somethin', but me? I didn't owe you a damn thing, and I didn't plan on givin' you nothin'. I will admit though, you took it to me in dat cell. But when you thought you had it won, when you thought your hand was about to be raised high in da sky... my brother had already beat you to it.
The crowd begins to start a chant of "Dan White" "Dan White" "Dan White" and Steele looks out to the crowd nodding his head in approval of those chants.
Steele: I knew it wasn't over from there. I knew we had unfinished business. So I took matters up in my own hands, and I made you remember my name. I bet you still remember Ragnarok... don't you? I know you still remember everything I did to you before then too. Whether you want to admit it or not, and I know you won't, I beat yo ass all through January. And if it wasn't for Zero... I would have walked out as a two-time International Champion. But I moved past dat, I swallowed my pride and I admitted dat for dat night you were da better man!
Mach smiles and mouths the words "I know I am brud", as Steele looks across the table not wanting to feed this mans ego anymore. So he doesn't.
Steele: At Spring into Hell though... you won't be walkin' out with any titles around your waist. Nobody will be calling you da better man, because Mach, I am determined. I am more determined than I ever been in my whole life, because now I have a dream and it will NOT be crushed by YOU! I have a dream to main event da biggest show of da year, I got a dream to walk down dat ramp wit' tjousands of people screamin' my name and I will make dat happen. You can talk about goin' to da top, you can talk about ya MegaStar Alliances, you can stack da entire roster up and throw 'em in your little group, but da fact of da matter is Mach - IT DON'T MATTER! Because even if I was a one man army, I would be strong enough to defeat you... and you want to know why, Mach? Because I. AM. BETTER THAN YOU!
The intensity in Steele's voice grows as the crowd cheers him on, he lays into it now.
Steele: Mach, when I say dis I put it on my life! At Spring into Hell - I will beat you within' a inch of your life, and I will take your career with me! By da time dat bells rings there will be NOTHING left of you to stand, to walk, or even to talk! Because I... will end you.
The blood boils in Steele for those moments, but after he settles himself and a smile forms over his face... he says one last thing.
Steele: And if you think different... then you dead wrong! Steele signs the contract finally after his long winded speech, and now it is Macho's turn...
Hollywood: OH BRUDAH BRUDAH BRUDAH! WHETHER IT BE HARRY TRUMAN, DORIS DAY, RED CHINA, JOHNNIE RAY, SOUTH PACIFIC, WALTER WINCHELL OR JOE DIMAGGIO - ONE THING IS CUT AND CLEAR, THE MACH WILL WALK OUT OF SPRING INTO HELL THE ACW CHAMPION!
The crowd send out a mix of cheers and boos as RDK smiles and Steele almost snarls. Chairman Gingerdude looks on in amusement....
Hollywood: Ya know brud, we've had alot of history since my return...ol' Gingerdude was gettin' tired of your act as International champ...so he called The Mach in to get things done....yeaaah you know what I'm talkin' about! The Winter Discontent Hell In a Cell Match! I had your ass down for the 1, 2 and the THREE but ol' Crumpet-ass had to go pin his other crumpet-fucker and steal The Macho's title! A TITLE I NEVER HAD LOST ORIGINALLY!! So The Mach had to macho up on all the competition as usual and sure enough you had The Mach risin' to the top and it was a matter of weeks before I trumped crumpet-boy and his welsh magic, becoming the rightful ACW International Champion! This federation's greatest ACW International Champion to date!
Some RDK fanboys can be heard cheering "RDK" "RDK" "RDK", RDK turns around and looks at them
Hollywood: Shut your stinkin' traps shut! The Mach will let you speak when only spoken to! YEAH!! As The Mach was sayin' - you were becomin' a thorn in my side once I regained that title - and ooooh the Mach KNEW you wanted it! But sure enough you had to have a shot ontop of all that shit! The Mach could not allow for another reign of Jake Steele to happen - bringing this federation into a total disaster! So The Mach did what a Mach had to do....
Steele: And what's dat Mach? Lose?
Hollywood: OoOoH Nooo Brudah! I'm talkin' WAAYYYY BIGGER than that! I'm talkin' all the way to the top! I'm takin' MEGASTAR SWERVE - YEAH! Ya see, the fact of the matter is that The Mach put forth the proper measures to assure that everything would go according to plan! The Mach talked to the people in charge, and oh boy did they ever take charge...allowing for this Hollywood Feature Presentation to continue to be the rightful champion he always deserved to be!!
The arena goes dead silent....
It was him?
Steele: What...
Hollywood: OOOOH YEAAH! I GOT YOUR BLOOD BOILIN' NOW DON'T I STEELE?! YEAAH - IT WAS THE MACH WHO DID IT, IT WAS THE MACH WHO DONKA DONKA'D AND TWIDDLY TWIDDLY'D YOUR ASS OUT OF A SECOND TITLE REIGN! IT WAS THE MACH THAT TALKED TO OL' JAY TO THE Z FOR THAT EXTRA STIPULATION! IT WAS OL' MACH THAT MADE SURE A SACK OF JEMIMA SHIT LIKE YOURSELF DIDN'T GET TOO OUT OF HAND! NOW WHEN I SAY THINGS ARE GONNA GET A LITTLE HEATED - YOU KNOW THAT THEY'RE GONNA BE HOT! THE MACH MAY HAVE PREVENTED THAT HORRIBLE ERA FROM HAPPENING - BUT HE COULDN'T PREVENT....
RDK points at Steele's world title...
Hollywood: ...That.....
The crowd explode in cheers and begin to chant Steele's name, RDK continues to speak as he grabs the pen...Steele s fuming with anger, ready to snap...
Hollywood: ...So I'm gonna do what I know is the best thing I can do - I'm gonna whup your sorry excuse for a champion's ass ONE MORE TIME - AND CHECK YA IN TO THE MACHO MOTEL - FOR A JABRONI BEATIN' OF YOUR LIFE! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! BRING THE THUNDA TITS, BRING JIN FROM LOST - IT DON'T REALLY MATTAH CAUSE THE END RESULT WILL BE THE SAME...Mega Star Alliance standing at #1 no doubt about it and justifiably the greatest force in the ACW today!
RDK signs the contract, and then puts his arms out to shrug. Steele snaps and attacks The Macho Man! Gingerdude flees the ring as the two begin to brawl and security and referees are shown backstage on titantron swiftly making their way to the main arena. RDK takes from strikes administered by Steele in the early going but eventually takes control and it isn't long before RDK is able to whip him towards the ropes as a chair is knocked over. Steele still thinks he has this though as he goes for the rebound and attempts a RIGHT IN YO' FACE only for Macho to spin his leg around and bring Steele in for a Rock Bottom through the contract signing table!
Edison: DAAAANGERROUUUSS! McNally: Oh my LORD!
An explosion of cheers emanate from the crowd as the Double-Champion is layed out in the wreckage and RDK picks up his ACW championship belt...what a beginning to the night...."Fury" by Muse hits the arena and RDK goes to a turnbuckle and raises the championship in delight as the fans begin to boo with chants of "You Sold Out" and "Macho Sucks" until we cut to commercials...
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 7, 2009 15:58:11 GMT -5
The Day After The Night Before By Dave Shadow Tuesday Morning. The front door of the house opens up, as Dave Shadow stumbles into the hallway, dragging his luggage behind him. Having been travelling all night, his eyes are black and bloodshot. However, that’s not the only reason he’s looking a bit rough. It has only been a few hours since Dave Shadow wrestled on live TV against Hollywood Mach, and the battle has left him covered in various bumps and bruises. He throws his bag beside the stairs, and starts to move round the house, looking to see if anyone is home.
Dave: Anyone here?He waits, listening to hear if anyone is about. He turns to head into one of the rooms, before hearing a cry from upstairs.? ? ?: Dave? Dave: Hey Jay.A man walks out from a doorway at the top of the stairs, a towel around his waist and another in his hand. He dries his hair, as he drips water all over the floor, obviously only just after getting out of the shower. He is fairly bigger than Dave, looking to be a foot taller, and extremely well built. He smiles as he looks down the stairs at Dave.Jay: Whats up little bro. wasn’t expecting to see you home today.Dave: Yeah, well.....watch the show last night?Jay: You know I never do. Can’t understand what you see in wrestling, to be honest.Dave frowns at him, before heading in through a door beside him. Jay lets out a sigh before heading down the stairs after him, wrapping the towel over his shoulders. He follows Dave into a study, and finds his younger brother sitting down behind a large desk, booting up a computer. The room is dark, only lit up by the computer screen which illuminates the battle scars on Dave’s face. It is only now that Jay really notices how beat up his younger brother is.
Jay: What happened?Dave looks up at his older brother, and to Jay’s surprise, he sees something he’s not used to seeing. A glimmer of fear and disappointment flashes in his eyes, but only for a few seconds. In the blink of an eye, it’s replaced, the usually cocky and arrogant gleam back again.Dave: I had a little misunderstanding with someone. If you think I look bad, you should see the other guy. Dave and Jay both laugh, but nervously. It lasts all of a few seconds, before Dave looks for another subject to talk about. He finds one sitting on the desk in front of him. He picks up a few photos which have been placed by the computer.Dave: The modelling career doing well then?Dave flicks through the pictures, stopping at one and nearly bursting out laughing.Dave: Very scary Jay. I’m shacking in my boots. Whats with the spartan gear?Jay: Ha, bloody ha Dave. I can't be picky about jobs in this day and age. I'd wear a tutu if it got me a pay check.Dave: Bad image. Bad image! Dad around? Or Trish? Any chance either of them saw the show last night either?Jay: You must be joking. Dave, you know me and Trish don’t like wrestling, and Dad is running round, still trying to make money on his crazy schemes. I don’t get why you continue to play around when it’s quite evident all that’s happening is you’re getting beaten up badly.Dave: Jay, listen. I really don’t want to have this fight out again. You don’t know what happened...Jay: Let me guess. Little old Dave went and challenged a bigger dog, and he got his ass bitten off in the process. I might not have seen the show Dave, but I know you. You’ve always been out to prove that you can play with the big boys. You’ve never stopped to look in the mirror and see that you’re not 7 foot tall, and you’re not 300 pounds of pure muscle. It’s time you realise your limitations and perhaps realise that there’s other, safer paths to go down.Dave: Like what?Jay: Well....modelling? Dave: Jesus, Jay.Jay: What? You obviously like getting your kit off for people to look at, and at least in modelling, you don’t have to worry about getting the living daylights beaten out of you. Or how about a normal, safe office job. You’ve got a degree in English. Why not get a job which is easy and safe. Dave: Because Jay....There’s a moment of silence, as the two sit in the darkness. Neither moves.Jay: Is there an end to that sentence?Dave: Because.....Dave pushes back in the chair and storms off, heading out of the room. Jay gives chase (having to hold his towel, making sure it wouldn’t slip and ruin this family friendly scene <_<). As he walks out into the hall, he shouts after Dave, who is heading up the stairs.Jay: Thats not an answer.Dave: Because I have to, Jay! Dave stops on the stairs. It is his turn to look down on his elder sibling now.
Dave: Do you know how many kids watch ACW shows alone? Do you know what an influence the show has on the people that watch it? The ACW audience looks to the wrestlers as role models. It looks to the heroes they see in order to try and find some person that they can emulate. Cause god help them Jay, they can’t make their own decisions in life. So they look to the likes of Jake Steele. They look to people like Hollywood Mach. And they look to people like Dan White. Do you see the flaw here? These aren’t people who should be looked up to! These are people who should be hung, drawn and quartered. These aren’t heroes. They are villains. And no one else is going to step up and reveal them as the villains they are.Jay: Still, there’s no point being such a jackass about it.Dave: Yeah, well I’m sorry Jay. I apologise if my mission to actually provide people with decent role models means that I have to be the big bad wolf. I’m sorry if the revelations hurt people. But it’s all tough love. I do it because I care about the fans. Even if they don’t care about me any longer. Someday...someday they’ll thank me.Jay: Yeah, well....try not to die as you try and carry out this little crusade of yours, ok?Dave nods and continues his trip up the stairs, leaving Jay at the bottom look up after him. Jay sighs and shakes his head; as much as he may hate what has happened to his brother in recent weeks, he can’t deny the logic behind what he’s doing. He continues to dry himself off as he heads for the kitchen. Upstairs, Dave heads to his bedroom and lies on the bed. It doesn’t take long for him to drift off, as he tries to regain some energy before the next important show.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 7, 2009 15:59:23 GMT -5
Part Of A Whole Credit: Andrew Black To a shower of boos from the crowd that are sitting in the arena itself, “Mr. Make You Tap” Andrew Black walks through a door backstage marked ‘Parking Garage A.’ The gym bag over his shoulder presumably holds ring gear seeing as he probably won’t wrestle in black pinstripe dress pants, matching pinstriped jacket/hoodie and aviators. With his right hand he holds an iPhone to his ear, talking into it as he struts his way down the backstage hallways. Andrew Black: [/color] Hey babe, hope you weren’t sleeping…...well, how was I supposed to know what time zone your in?….oh yeah, that right, I’m sorry, how have you been? Black walks for a while, nodding and agreeing to the person on the other end of the telephone. Eventually, he is asked a question to which he responds… Andrew Black:[/color] Yeah, I miss you too, how long until your little tour is up? Andrew Black gets to his locker room, reaches into his pocket and pulls out a key. Pinning his phone between his ear and shoulder, he wriggles the key into the lock and gets into the locker room. Touching the touch screen activates the speakerphone and a female’s voice echoes from the earpiece. As she continues talking, Black walks off screen. Girl:[/color] ...but yeah, no sooner that. Andrew Black:[/color] Well what am I supposed to do? Girl:[/color] For what? Andrew Black:[/color] Sex for one… Girl:[/color] Didn’t see that one coming. Andrew Black:[/color] Ha ha. Well, and, of course, I miss that face of yours. Girl:[/color] You’re sweet. So did you talk to them about me getting on TV yet? Andrew Black:[/color] Not yet, since you aren’t gonna be back for a while. Listen, I figured I would get ‘em to like me enough, then I can work my way in to get you back here. But I don’t want to jinx anything, y’know. Girl:[/color] Yeah I know. Well, I got to let you go. Good luck tonight. Andrew Black:[/color] Thanks babe. Later Girl: Later. [/color] Andrew Black:[/color] Hey! Girl:[/color] Yeah? Andrew Black:[/color] I love you. Girl:[/color] You too, Mr. Macho Wrestler. Andrew Black:[/color] Only because of you. Bye. Girl:[/color] Bye. From off screen, Black comes back, now shirtless and wearing his custom black MMA pants. Wearing one of his gloves on his left hand and holding the other in the same hand, he hangs up on the touch screen with his right. He puts the glove on his other hand, crack his neck and takes a deep breath in. With the exhale, the superstar seems to put on a different face: the smirk, the cocky look in his eye: the look. And walking out of that room, he becomes the one, the only…
Mr. Make You Tap
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 7, 2009 15:59:38 GMT -5
Who is Atrus? [/color](Credit: VorteX)[/center] The struggle of Good versus Evil has been going on since the beginning of time. This struggle often has very clear lines distinguishing what is good and what is evil; however in Vortex’s case those lines were becoming blurred. In a rather confusing dream, Vortex had seen a man named Atrus; when he questioned his ‘brother’ Abel about it; he proceeded to ramble on about rather complex topics and then told Vortex to follow him for more insight. The two men ended up at what seemed to be an abandoned warehouse.
The structure was a standard rectangular shape with two giant doors in the front and a man door on the side. The two men walk into the warehouse, which is empty except for a few scattered boxes and what appears to be a very rusty machine. The machine is elongated, and from the looks of it, it looks like a cross between a CAT scan machine and a tanning bed.Vortex: What the hell is that thing?Abel:: That ‘thing’ is where we were born. Vortex spins around to face Abel, a look of shock on his face. From his memories, Vortex knows he had a mother and father, however his memories curiously begin when he is a boy around 8 or 9, any earlier life is a mystery to him.Vortex: You’re telling me we were artificially created? Abel:: Yes. Many years ago a company aptly named Genesis started a secret research project. They wanted to create an unstoppable army of soldiers to be used as mercenaries for hire. They didn’t want these to be any normal soldiers, they also wanted to be able to harness their very qualities. Vortex: Qualities? Abel:: Say a person is very strong willed and outgoing. They wanted to take these dominant qualities and extract them from the person and put them in another creation, in hopes of constructing the perfect soldier. They did this numerous times and you happen to be one of those creations. Vortex isn’t sure how to come to grips with this realization. The very fact that he was intended to be a perfect weapon is stunning.Vortex: But what about the recessive traits? A persons flaws for instance. Abel:: They took those traits and extracted them, creating ‘inferior’ creations that were locked away and mostly executed. I am one of those creations. To be precise, I was the first of those creations, so I’m not entirely flawed. They took all of your recessive genes and a few dominant qualities and created me with them. We are from the same gene pool, yet I am also part of you…thus we are both brothers and the same person. Vortex: Woah…but who is Atrus? Abel:: Atrus is something entirely different. He is all of your primal qualities, but magnified to a dangerous level. It’s akin to another person living inside of you, that’s how different your alter ego is. If you go unchecked, you will inevitably become Atrus, and that is something I cannot allow to happen. Vortex: Why didn’t they extract Atrus and put him in one of the failed experiments? Abel:: That was something even too advanced for Genesis at the time. They could remove dominant and recessive traits, and qualities, yet they could never fully remove evil from someone. In fact, evil became far more apparent in the creations than originally anticipated. As you know, the dark side of you can do powerful things. Vortex: Like suck me into my own dream and shoot itself? Seriously, what the HELL was that about? Abel turns and motions towards the machine, signaling Vortex to come closer and look at it. Abel:: The dream you had was a past event that took place in one of these machines. This was Genesis’ other project, a simulator so powerful that it looked like reality. Any childhood memory you have is from one of these machines, they had to train you somehow. Again, Vortex is stunned by the news. He was raised in a virtual reality simulator…that fact seems fictional in itself.Vortex: So let me guess, if you hook two of these machines together you can put multiple people in the same ‘dream’. Abel:: Exactly. My whole fight against Atrus in your dream was a test exercise, since I am part of you I would naturally want to reject Atrus also, and thus making a fitting simulation and an entertaining show to boot. Vortex: So, why would I want to recall such an event? Abel:: Atrus wanted you to recall the event to both confuse you and show you the power that he wields. Vortex: That company is sick…whatever happened to them? Abel:: They went under after a leak about their projects occurred. They have resurfaced again as New Genesis, the drug company. Although along with headache medication, they also make Exodus. Vortex: I remember you mentioning I’ve taken hefty amounts of that. Abel:: You have, because you predicted me trying to kill you. The problem with Exodus is it has a nasty side-effect of making a person more aggressive. For you, it will bring Atrus out twice as fast if we don’t do anything, and is part of the reason your dream was so strong. Vortex: How can we reverse it? Can we use the machine? Abel:: I’m not entirely sure. For one thing the machine is broken, and the only one that knows anything about these is Dr. Winters. Vortex: Dr. Winters? Abel:: He was the main spearhead of the Feldspar project, or the project that created us. After the first ‘incident’, he’s disappeared. Vortex: Incident? Abel:: That in itself is a long and complex story. For now we should rest and then begin our search for Dr. Winters. Along the way I will try my best to help you recall your memories. Vortex: Yeah, why is it that you know everything? Abel:: It has to do with the incident…after it you developed amnesia. Before Vortex can question any further, Abel walks away in his now traditional fashion. Vortex may not have all of the answers at this point; however, he does know one thing…things just got a lot more interesting.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 7, 2009 16:00:14 GMT -5
Segment save for Jonny Hughes =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Pre-Recorded Segment: When Druggie Meets Drunkard Pt. 2 (Credit: Starr/Dickinson) A black screen flashes and the title "May 4th, 2009" and the line "Just After Warfare Went Off The Air" underneath. Fresh off a rather interesting ending to his match with Jake Steele, Andrew Starr wanders down the hallway towards his locker room. Its not until he reaches his doorway that he remembers he has an unwanted guest in his room. This realization doesn’t occur because his memory suddenly saves him, but because of the rather pungent smell seeping from every crevice of the door frame. The opening sounds to “Three Little Birds” by Bob Marley can be heard from behind the wooden door.
Starr rolls his eyes in annoyance and opens the door, a mountain of smoke billowing out. As soon as he enters the room, he closes the door and rushes to the window to open it. Much like when he opened the door, the smoke billows out of the window. Within seconds, the smoke has cleared enough for Starr to make out the outline of Davey.Starr: Dude, Blaze, what the fuck is this? Tryin’ to smoke me out of my own room?[/color] Almost as if on cue, Marley’s lyrics kick in.
“Dont worry about a thing, cause every little thing gonna be all right.”
Starr gazes at Dickinson, obviously awaiting some sort of reply. Instead, Dewey just continues to space off into nothingness, lost in his weed dream.Starr: Oh, you’re out of it still. Damn man, that shit hits you hard, no? You got your stuff there, but do you happen to have any cigs on you? My pack ran out earlier.[/color] Dewey continues to stare off into nothingness, but proceeds to reach into his shirt pocket. He pulls out a half empty pack of Camel Crush. He haphazardly tosses them in Starr’s general area, which ends up being a foot in front of and to the left of Starr. He reaches down, looks at the pack and takes one out, lighting it.Starr: Camel Crush? Good man! Regular for when you want a cig, but menthol for those days you want more taste. At least you’re good for somethin’ man!Starr tosses the pack back onto Dewey’s chest, who puts them back in his coat pocket. His eyes begin to follow Starr, as he appears to finally be coming down from his weed dream. Starr, meanwhile, heads on over to his personal fridge, which is packed solid with bottles of Jack Daniels. He pulls one out and takes a swig. He notices Dewey eyeing him, and offers him a drink.Starr: Ah, you’re a drinkin’ man too, I see! Here you go lad, take a swig o’ this![/color] Dewey waves off the drink. Starr looks offended for a second, and then shrugs it off. He sits back in his recliner opposite Dewey.Starr: Fair enough, more for me. Here’s the deal then brother, I’ll stick to my alcohol, and you stick to your herbal shit. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a bottom of a bottle to find.[/color] Starr begins chugging his bottle, not even stopping for a breath of air. Slowly, Dewey’s eyes become huge as Starr finishes off the 5th of Jack by himself in less than a minute. Once Starr finishes, he wipes off his mouth with his sleeve as Dewey returns to his normal position in his chair. Neither man says a word as Starr stands up and retrieves a couple more bottles from the fridge. Starr returns to his seat, opening another bottle and slowly drinking this one. The song in the background comes to a close as the scene fades out.
“cause every little thing gonna be all right!”
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 7, 2009 16:00:42 GMT -5
Stan Vishis sits down on the cold concrete floor showing no concern to anything around him. He is not disturbed by the sounds of people working around him, he is not annoyed by the cheering fans heard nearby, no he is just minding his own business. He clears his throat and trying to soften the tensity in his body, getting ready to speak some words. Words that one should listen too. Words that show the character and mind of this very man.
Stan Vishis: "Lately, I have been feeling some weird feeling. A really, ominous kind of feeling. It's sorta bad but also nostalgic. See, ever since I signed here, in this promotion, I never really was welcomed. I was suppose to debut in the pay per view, but then I got jumped and attacked. So then now I have to be at Meltdown and when I entered the backstage I get bombarded by a camera man. Something I do not want to see when I first come here. Next, the superstars and fellow wrestlers here don't greet me. They ignore whatever I do, show no concern for me. Nothing.
So then after that I have my match against Jin. It went great, I won my match, accomplished the first step here then I went back to the backstage. Guess what happened? I get no form of congratulations, no comments from the others, I just get an emptiness feeling, a lonely feeling. But you see, I'm not mad. Maybe bitter, but definitely not mad. I am most familiar with this feeling than anything else. See, my past was full of nothing. Just a living struggle where I could not be with anyone else to aid me in my quest. I expected this promotion to be a tough journey but I did not expect such hostility to a new wrestler.
So what am I going to do about it? Well, in comparison to my younger self, I have gained knowledge. Without knowledge, then you can barely succeed. So with this knowledge I have now, I can beat this cold empty and lonely feeling. Obviously I can not take on everyone in the backstage. What I can do is take it on on other people. I have a match against a veteran, a former champion, a man respected here. He goes by the name of "Blazin'" Davey Dickinson. I do not know much about you man, but what I do know is that you are a druggy.
I have associated with druggies a lot. Hell, to be honest I like to smoke the Buddha. But unlike you, doing drugs and illegal substances is not the life I chose. Unlike you, drugs is not my life. I do not need to use drugs to have the day go by. No, I have much better things to accomplish. People might like you, people might cheer for you, hell even some people think you will defeat me in my second match. The closest thing that will come close to you defeating me is when you have your little pot fantasies. Dickinson, you are my next step in taking over this disgusting and ignorant promotion. Go ahead and smoke your joints, because after our match you will need something to clear the pain. Stan Vishis, the next big thing, get ready."
Credit: Stan Vishis obviously
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 7, 2009 16:01:28 GMT -5
The Saga Continues... The Reprobate The camera comes back live to the ACW Arena. The camera pans the audience and then goes to the ring. Alex Storm, once again, stands in the middle of the ring wearing a black polo shirt with the letters "GWF" printed on the front pocket in purple. Once again, The Reprobate is already in the ring, as is Stan Vishis and Christina. Christina stands directly in front of Rep, the height difference between them in no way blocks the view of Rep. Stan stands at the side with a white towel around his neck.Alex Storm: Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to another edition of The Reprobate Roundup. We have here in the ring, of course... The Reprobate. Now Rep, last week we learned from Stan here, that he was attacked backstage and knows who the attacker is! I think we even got him to admit that he threw the first punch! Stan Vishis: NO! I didn't admit that last week! I mean... NO! That is not how it happened, Alex. You're trying to stir up some controversy here and it aint gonna work! I was attacked last week by... by... Alex's eyes widen with excitement as he waits to hear the name of the attacker... but Stan doesn't say anything. Rep grabs Alex's arm with the microphone to himself.Rep: If you aren't going to tell Alex Storm who attacked you, tell me. Stan Vishis: I can't Rep! I just can't! I ju- Rep backhand slaps Stan, who flies back on to the ground but quickly jumps back to his feet.Rep: Tell me who it was, or there is more where that came from. This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you. Rep begins to undo his belt and takes it off. Stan drops to his knees... and Rep whips him on the back with the belt. Stan hops to his feet again and yells in to the mic.Stan Vishis: OKAY! OKAY! Stan moves over to Rep and whispers in to his ear... Christina and Alex both listen closely, but none of them can hear. As Stan backs away after dropping the name, Rep's eyes fill with disgust and anger.Alex Storm: WHO!? WHO IS IT!? Rep opens his mouth to speak... but sighs instead.Rep: This is not the last you will hear from us. For those of you not involved in this, stay out. That includes you, Alex Storm. He will never forget the day that he came back to raise his arm to Stan Vishis. Alex Storm: THIS IS THE THIRD WEEK IN A ROW THAT I'VE BEEN LEFT WITH NOTHING! YOU SON OF A BITCH! Fade as Rep and Christina exit the ring and Stan stays holding his jaw.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 7, 2009 16:02:35 GMT -5
Match 1: Stan Vishis vs. Davey Dickinson
Will be posted when recieved.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 7, 2009 16:03:59 GMT -5
] “FASTER, PUSSYCAT! KILL! KILL!” Credit: Danny Mainer, Thunderkiss [Though two months have passed since his unearthly battle with rival Thunderkiss, the effects still linger. While the scars that cover his body tell a story of a man who stood at the gates of hell in a quest for revenge, those buried underneath his skin tell an entirely different tale. Disappointment and resentment fester his conscious, troubling an already troubled soul. He was so close, but yet, so far away. The thought of being denied a victory he has dreamed of since his youth has almost brought him to the brink of insanity and the thought of watching someone else succeed where he so failed? Maddening. As much as would like to deny it, he always keeps a close tab on Thunderkiss. He has not missed a second of his latest drama and has drank it all in with mixed feelings. While watching Thunderkiss squirm in anguish makes him feel all tingly inside, the thought that it is not him causing him this anguish makes him feel jealous. Surely if anyone has the rights to bringing an end to Thunderkiss it is he and not some imposter who’s motives are unknown. If only he could somehow lend a helping hand then perhaps he could gain some personal satisfaction out of this ordeal. But then again, how can a hand be offered in help when there is no one to accept it? Or is there?] Aiden Joseph: So tell me, what was it like? Danny Mainer: ”The hell?”[To sneak up on Danny Mainer is impressive. To do it inside his own locker room is unheard of. Astonished, the Butcher hesitates for a moment before finally snapping out of his trance like state. The reanimated Mainer pivots 180 on his feet and prepares to lash out against whomever dare intrudes upon his solitude but stops short the second he discovers this individuals identity. A fist stops; a jaw drops.] Aiden Joseph: Tell me. Tell me what it was like to slice him from ear to ear. Did he squeal? Beg for mercy? What were his last words? Danny Mainer: ”Holy shit, it’s you ...”Aiden Joseph: Please, I have to know. I have to know what it was like to be the man who almost ended him. Danny Mainer: ”What is it to you? Thunderkiss caused the series of events that ruined my life, what’s your stake with him?”Aiden Joseph: We all have a tale to tell, Mr. Mainer, and tonight is not story time. If you don’t feel inclined to - [Never missing an opportunity to boast, Mainer decides to show his hand to prevent Aiden from folding. As long as there are still chips on the table, there is a chance for the mystery to be solved. Keeping the imposter entertained kills two birds with one stone.] Danny Mainer: ”Addaaraadaaadaaa! No, it was back in the summer of 69 when… no, wait hold on. Yeah. The pure adrenaline coursing through my body was an experience that I’d give anything to have time and time again. Every nanosecond of my life that was spent cutting his throat seemed like a year-long orgasm, it was quite possibly the biggest buzz I’ve had in my life and watching him drown off of the coast? Priceless.”Aiden Joseph: After all that, it must have devastated you to know you failed. Danny Mainer: ”Hey! At least I tried, I fuckin’ scarred him. He knows not to fuck with me anymore. He SHOULD have died, but to quote an old film… what if he ain’t meant to die? What if he’s supposed to keep the old ticker going?”Aiden Joseph: Quell yourself. The fact remains is no matter how you try to spin it, he still breathes air. He still walks. You may have come close, but you didn’t hammer that final nail in the coffin, and it’s a good thing to, then I wouldn’t have had my turn.Danny Mainer: ”HAH! I’m better then TK and I still couldn’t finish the job. What makes you think YOU can polish the job? I threw EVERYTHING I had at him and more, he should’ve been dead but NO. One way or another I was sold, the idea of you killing him is laughable. What gives you the courage to say that YOU can do it?”[With a smirk to end all others, Fakden raises his arm to his chest and looks down upon his wrist.] Aiden Joseph: Good heavens, just Look at the time! Pardon me, Mr. Mainer, but duty calls. Oh, and Mr. Mainer, do not follow me. You may call yourself the “Butcher,” but the only person holding knifes around here is myself.[Mainer’s livid and he has every right to be. He has been used like a tampon and disposed as such. Anyone who has dared treated him in this manner has paid a heavy price, why is this man any different? Well, If it were not for Fakden flashing his razor prongs in the overhead light, he wouldn’t be.] Aiden Joseph: Tootles.[Back into the shadows he goes. He may now be out of sight but most definitely not out of mind. Under his breath, Mainer expels a warning. It is a warning that will go unheard but feels good to say nevertheless.] Danny Mainer: ”Believe me buddy, the scars I got in that Abattoir match are perfect reminders to me, to you and to anyone else not to mess with his family. Alive OR Dead.” [FADE] =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Decisively, My Ass..... By Dave Shadow
As we cut backstage again, we find Dave Shadow standing backstage, Charlotte King beside him. She holds a microphone in hand, ready to do the job which made her famous. Dave looks slightly downbeat however; He wears a scowl instead of his usual smile, and refuses to make eye contact with Charlotte or the camera lens. He brushes his hair back out of his eyes, but in doing so, he reveals the big black eye and the various bumps and bruises on his face. Battle scars from his fight last week against Hollywood Mach. As Charlotte starts to speak, Dave looks like he’d rather be any place but here.King: Ladies and gentlemen, joining me at this time is one member of Zero Tolerance, and one half of Double Deuce...Dave Shadow. Out in the arena, the entire crowd start booing as loudly as possible. The noise easily reaches Dave backstage, but unusually for him, he gives no reaction. No mocking smile, no sign that it affects him. He just continues to stare down the coridoor, his mind somewhere else. King: Well, Dave, I guess the first question would be....how did it feel to lose to Hollywood Mach last week in the falls count anywhere match? Dave: King, I swear to God, I sometimes wonder if you have it out for me. What type of question is that? How did it feel? How do you think it felt when he hit me with the Rock Bottom? How do you think it felt when he came off the top rope and hit his world famous Moonsault? Huh?King: Um...bad? Dave: Ba.... Dave face-palms, running his hand down over his eyes, nose and mouth. Dave: Yes, Charlotte. It felt really bad. It felt like a 279 pound man fell from a great height and landed on top of me. Oh, but you know what hurt King. It wasn’t the wrestling moves that he hit me with. It wasn’t the fact he decided to humiliate me by dancing around me when I was hurt. It wasn’t the fact that as I looked to the crowd, I noticed everyone was actually quite happy that I was hurt. No. What hurt me was when I went online afterwards and read back over some of the match reports. What hurt was when I read ACW.com’s own report. What hurt was reading that say, and I quote, “letting it known to Steele, Shadow and the WORLD who just won this match – decisively”. King: Well, he did send out a pretty powerful message Dave. Dave: Shut up, King. The match was far from decisive. I will be damned if I am going to sit back here and let some brown-nosing internet geek tell the world that I lost a match decisively. Hollywood Mach got lucky. End of story.King: Well, I guess that’s your opinion Dave, but... Dave: But nothing. You know and I know, and everyone out there knows that the match was far from decisive. I managed to beat down his ass. The old bastard had to resort to cheap distractions to get the win over me. As much as the people out there might hate me, at least I can go home at night and be proud of myself. At least I know that I didn’t have to cheat to win. And you know why Mach cheated King? Because he is afraid of me. He knows how in a straight up, one on one encounter, he would have been the one looking up towards the ceiling. So he can keep the show and dance up about how he is an ACW legend. But I know the truth King. I know that the real winner of that match....was Dave Shadow. The ACW Legend in the making.King: Well, earlier in the week, following your lose to Mach, you issued an open challenge to any other member of the Mega Star Alliance. And we now know that next week on Warfare, on the last show before the pay per view, it will be Dave Shadow going against XS3. Now, I don’t mean to sound like I’ve think you’re stupid.... Dave: In order words, you’re about to say I’m stupid. -_-King: Well, let me put it this way. Between Mach, XS3 and Dan...you’re batting above your level here, aren’t you? Dave: Damn it King, when will people stop underestimating me. Yes, I had a bit of a bad showing against Mach. I apologise to you, and all I can say is that it was a blip on the radar. I’ll have great fun taking XS3 apart in the ring next Monday. See, I know he’s looking for a win after his loss to Jake at Fallen heroes, and I know he’s going to see how... decisively... Mach beat me, and he’ll think I’m an easy target now. But as far as I’m concerned, I’m in a corner. I’ve been backed in and now I’m trapped. S I’ve got to come out of this corner fighting. Unfortunately, XS3 was stupid enough to actually answer my challenge. Come Monday, I’ll prove to the world why I know I’m good.King: Well then, I guess there’s only one more thing which I have to ask you about Dave, and that’s your current “problem” with Dan White. You’ve invited Dan White back to the ACW arena tonight, despite the fact he was released from his contract after failing to win Fallen Heroes. I’ve got to know. Why? Dave: Why King? Why? The answer is quite simply really. Because I wanted to talk to him. But if you’re next question is “what about”, then do me a favour King. Go find a monitor. Cause I have something important to say to White, but I want to say it to his face. I want to go down to the ring later and I want to tell that no good, terrorist loving, cocky, arrogant son of a bitch what I really think of him. I want Dan White to know why I’ve asked him to come back to ACW. So you and everyone in the arena will just have to have a little patience King. It’s time to clear this mess up once and for all. And you and the fans might not be happy with the end results. But trust me. Someday, you’re going to thank me for cleaning this promotion up.Dave walks past King, who has to jump back out of his way to avoid being run over. She composes herself as Dave walks off camera, and we...
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 7, 2009 16:04:59 GMT -5
Segment: Training Regiments Are The Norm? (Credit: Unknown)
"And punch and kick and punch and kick…"
That was the only voice I let into my head; Mr. Lyngstad instructed me to take out all of my frustrations from the world onto the punching bag. Ah, the old reliable punching bag. It provided an archetype for any human being who was undeserving of what they had and it was perfect to pound on. Here I was yet again, training in the old abandoned warehouse in Oslo. There was no one but my teacher to watch my progress and no one was there to gawk at my every stroke, slack-jawed and astounded. It was just my mentor, a punching bag and I. As I continually delivered punch after punch, I glanced over and saw Mr. Lyngstad put his hand up to cease my current actions.
"Good, that's enough training for one day."
"Thank you, sir."
A towel was tossed my way and I used it to get all of the sweat off of my face. I made my way over to a bench and took my seat, panting and looking for refreshment. As I reached over to the end of the bench and cracked open a water bottle, I began to put it to my lips when I saw Mr. Lyngstad. Something about him seemed so uneasy, a complete contrast from his usual demeanor. I took a quick drink, allowing the H20 to run down my throat before I acknowledged my mentor.
"Why do you look so apprehensive?"
"There's been something I've been meaning to tell you for a while now."
"…oh?"
Mr. Lyngstad pulled up a nearby lawn chair and sat down, staring me directly in the eye with a solemn nod on his face.
"Listen to me. And trust me on this. You're being followed."
"Yeah. I know."
He appeared to be shocked for a second but he soon adopted his collected personality once more.
"What did he tell you?"
"He told me to turn myself in. And I keep telling him I have no idea what I did. He continually persisted so I just shrugged him off and came back here."
Mr. Lyngstad nodded before standing to his feet. I soon followed and looked down at the teacher that has taken care of me for the past few months or so.
"Listen, I have sent for a cab. It should arrive at any minute now. You need to leave before this situation gets worse."
His thick Norwegian accent aside, I looked on in wonder then saw him pull a plane ticket out of his jacket pocket. What could this all mean?
"This here is your plane ticket. It will take you right to Rome, coincidentally where a wrestling company named Alpha Championship Wrestling is hosting an event called "Spring Into Hell". Once you get to Rome, you are going to meet the man who will tell you everything you need to know about who you are and what your past life was like."
The moment he spoke of rediscovering my past life, I was filled with elation. Mr. Lyngstad smiled at me as I accepted my ticket and shook his hand, my giant hand enveloping his like a black hole.
"Finally… Thank you so much… For everything that you have done for me."
As soon as I released his hand from mine, a pair of bright lights pulled up. We both looked over and saw the cab right there waiting for me.
"I have only taken you under my wing to prepare for this day. Now the day has come. You are now in control of your own life. I cannot be there to help you now. Act quickly before it's too late."
With an affirmative bob of my head, I dashed towards the door, waving my ticket at him in joy. I had exited the warehouse and entered the cab, struggling to fit my big frame in. With a slam of the door, I acknowledged the driver, who acknowledged me as well before we took off. As I looked back at the warehouse, I saw Mr. Lyngstad from the window and waved once more. All he did was smile and put his hand up to wave back. I turned back and looked out the window, counting the minutes it took to get me to the airport and back into my life. While I was filled with excitement, I was also quite nervous as well. Would I like my past? Would I hate it? I didn't know at the present moment but all I knew is that I wanted it to be done and over with.
My questions would have answers. All I needed was containment.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 7, 2009 16:06:18 GMT -5
“IT’S A TARP!” Credit: Thunderkiss [It is every parent’s worst nightmare. Seeing their child in immediate danger and not being able to do anything to help them. Now imagine having to live that nightmare in front of millions of strangers on live TV. That is the peril that faced the Worldbreaker this past Warfare and his nerves still have not settled from the experience. Feeling helpless is something Thunderkiss is not accustomed to; neither is asking for help. Luckily for him, he was able to put his ego aside long enough to do the later. As we will soon find out, the kindness of strangers is something one should never take for granted. The place is the ring. The time is now.] Thunderkiss: I’ve got a lot to say and not a lot of time so let’s get with this. First and foremost, Dillon is just fine. In case you missed the update on the front page of ACW dot com, the San Fernando authorities were able to prevent any intrusion into our house thanks to some quick thinking by the Kiss Army. To those individuals responsible for phoning the police while I was still in the ring a world away, on a time delay, I might add, I thank you. Words cannot describe my gratitude to you, but money sure can. My offer on finding Fakden still stands. One million dollars, no questions asked. While you fine gentlemen may have not reigned him in, what you did was certainly commendable and therefore I reward each of you with a cool 50 G’s each.Maxwell McNally: We all knew that Thunderkiss had some deep pockets but he’s gotta be reaching the bottom of them by now. “Fast” Eddie Edison: When you’re given a blank check, money isn’t your main concern, Maxy. Thunderkiss: While I am very happy that things turned out as they did, there will be no sleep until this comes to an end. My wife is being watched by professional security guards twenty-four, seven. My son is now practically in hiding. Anyone who has the guts to call me friend nowadays has to keep looking over their shoulder. This can’t continue. I am a man who has always been able to fix my problems with my fists but that’s pretty hard to do when there’s nothing to hit. Yeah, I’m frustrated. Yeah, I’m at my breaking point. Whomever you are, “Aiden Joseph,” you’ve done your homework. It’s obvious you studied “Black and White” and all his mind game shit well. Every Superman has his Kyrptonite and you’ve found mine. And since you seem to have all your t’s crossed and all your i’s dotted, I’m fairly sure you’ve studied up on how that ended and have many a plan to ensure history does not repeat itself. Well guess what? So do I. This time, I will not make myself the hunted, but rather, the hunter. I’ve already got the pressure on you. Right now at this very moment, a million people are searching every street, every corner, every alleyway. How does it feel to be - AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Oh my God! What’s going on McNally!?!? We need some light! Somebody, get me some light Maxwell McNally: Edison, get your damn hand out of my lap! That’s not a flashlight! [As if God covered up the sun with his mighty hand the lights in the arena go dark. Our fans now sit in a virtual blackout and their displeasure comes to life in the form of shrieking. Inside the ring TK’s muscles clench and his senses go into overdrive. He’s close, he can feel it.] Thunderkiss: That’s it. Come on you son of a bitch. COME ON! “I told you, but you wouldn’t listen. Their blood is on your hands.” [Let there be light. Thousands of eyes in the area begin to refocus, those watching at home do not have such trouble. They are among the first to view upon a sight that makes them wish they the lights had remained off.] Thunderkiss: Oh ... God.[Laying in front of his feet are three members of the troops, slashed from head to toe, staining the canvas red with their blood. Their Thunderkiss tee shirts now serve as bandages that soak up their crimson life essence. Thunderkiss released the dogs and for his efforts they have been euthanized.] Thunderkiss: HE’S HERE, G’DAMMIT, HE’S HERE![And with that ACW goes to high alert. Hoping his presence would bring Fakden out, Thunderkiss laid a trap. Ginger sends the troops in masses and they begin to conduct a search the likes ACW has never seen. Everything but bodily cavities are being searched but their efforts are in vain. Still showing he is a step ahead of everyone else, Fakden’s magic trick allows him to play another day. Livid, Thunderkiss storms out of the ring and removes himself from open space. No need to be out in the open when a giant bulls eye is painted on his chest. The hunt is called off .... for now.] [FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 7, 2009 16:07:11 GMT -5
Against the Odds [/color](Credit: VorteX)[/center] It has been an action packed night so far, and Chairman Gingerdude is busy at his desk tying up loose ends. He seems deep in thought that is until Vortex bursts into the room like a bull in a china shop.Vortex: I’m facing The Santana’s? Really?[/color] Gingerdude doesn’t look up from his work, which causes a look of frustration from Vortex, however before he can say anything further Gingerdude speaks.Gingerdude: You could have knocked first. Low on sleep and not in the mood for being disregarded, Vortex snaps.Vortex: Why in the hell did you put me in a 2 on 1?[/color] Gingerdude: You didn’t have a match last week, so I thought I would essentially give you two tonight. Vortex: That’s ridiculous![/color] Gingerdude: I’m not one for idle talk, and you say you’re the exception, so tonight I want you to prove it. Vortex: Fine. You know what, if you want a show I’ll give you one![/color] Before Gingerdude can comment further on the matter Vortex leaves his office. Vortex makes his way through the corridors and through the curtains out to the top of the ramp leading to the ring. “Out of the Ashes” hits and Vortex walks down to the ring, looking very determined. He slides in the ring and takes a microphone.Vortex: Stay a while…and listen.[/color] The fans cheer, and wave their various signs about (one of which says “Vortex, throw ME off of a building!”), eager to hear what Vortex has to say.Vortex: As you know, my match with the Santana’s is next.[/color] This causes a rather large pop from the crowd, as they always like handicap matches, and they are most eager to see how Vortex handles this one.Vortex: Beating two of Latin America’s most respected wrestlers is going to be no small feat, however I’ve dealt with stacked odds before and tonight I’m going to do it again! So, Santana’s get your asses down here and let’s do this![/color] The crowd pops again as Vortex throws his microphone aside and looks up the ramp.Match 2: VorteX vs. The Santanas [/color][/center] “Gasolina” hits as Felix Santana Jr. emerges from the backstage area, walking down to the ring with a confident strut. He knows the advantage is in their favor as he stands at the bottom of the ramp, smirks at Vortex, then points to the backstage area signaling for another member of the family to come out. Obviously, Gingerdude wanted a very entertaining 2 on 1 because instead of Felix Santana Sr., “Battle Without Honor or Humanity” hits and Diego Santana emerges from backstage. Diego stands at the top of the ramp for a few moments and poses, before strutting down to join his brother.
The pair stands there for a moment and look at Vortex, who simply waves. This confuses the two and before they can register what is about to happen, Vortex rebounds off of the ropes and springs to the outside with a stunning corkscrew moonsault, taking all three men to the floor. RAF is having none of it, and refuses to ring the bell before the men get in the ring. Vortex takes the cocky approach---which turns out to be a mistake---and starts brawling with both the Santana brothers. He manages to land a few blows on Felix before Diego gets the upper hand with a nice shot to the face of Vortex. Vortex reels backward for a moment before being whipped into the stairs.
The crowd is going nuts and RAF is becoming extremely pissed off and threatens to DQ everyone if they don’t get in the ring immediately. The Santanas comply with RAF’s orders and Diego picks up Vortex, Felix hits a few midsection shots, and then Diego throws Vortex in the ring. Both men roll into the ring and Felix steps to the outside.
Bell rings.Vortex--still dazed from the Santana assault—opts for a simple lockup with Diego instead of any more highflying techniques. The two grapple for position before Diego gets the upper hand, he sweeps Vortex, and then locks him in a triangle choke. Thankfully for Vortex, Diego was too cocky in locking him in and forgets basic techniques, allowing Vortex to punch him a few times with his free arm before breaking the hold. Not one to be outdone in the submission department, Vortex charges Diego’s legs as he is rising, rolls him over and locks him in a Cattle Catch. The crowd pops, obviously loving the technical side of these two wrestlers. RAF asks Diego if he wants to submit a few times before Felix becomes impatient on the sidelines and decides to spring off the ropes with a diving cross body into the ring. This both breaks the hold and upsets RAF even more who begins yelling at Felix to get out of the ring. The two Santana’s begin another beatdown on Vortex whilst RAF begins his count. Before he can get to five, Felix steps back out of the ring. Diego whips Vortex into their corner before tagging Felix in. Felix begins to work the body of Vortex in the corner before backing up and going for a snap dropkick. Vortex is too quick on his feet to allow that and moves out of the way, as Felix eats turnbuckle. The crowd roars and Vortex picks Felix up, giving him a few chops for his trouble and backing him towards the ropes. Vortex chops Felix once more before sending him into the opposing ropes, Felix rebounds, and Vortex catches him with a spinning heel kick. Vortex covers... 1….2…kickout! Felix is too fresh to be downed by such a basic move and kicks out just as RAF hits two. He and Vortex stand up at the same time and exchange blows once more before Vortex gets the upper hand and sends Felix into the ropes once more. Vortex goes for a flying head scissors takedown, however Felix rolls under and tags Diego in once more. Vortex crashes to the mat and lies there for a moment before Diego picks him up, throws him into the ropes, and delivers a stunning Lyger Bomb before covering. 1…2…kickout! Vortex is a little slow to kick out of the move as he is beginning to feel the effects of the handicap match. Diego picks him up and whips him into the corner before running and attempting a takedown cross armbar. Vortex catches him in mid-air before performing an awkward looking Bane Grenade (Avalanche Style Tiger Driver). Vortex covers. 1…2…… Two things seem to happen simultaneously. These two things are Diego kicking out and Felix running in once more to interrupt. Diego rolls out of the way and Felix hits Vortex with a running dropkick to the face, causing RAF to begin his count once more. The crowd is going nuts again as this match is more than they expected it to be. RAF almost gets to five before Felix steps out once more and RAF gets in his face about interrupting. With RAF distracted, Diego goes for a low blow on Vortex, which connects, and causes a large ‘oooh’ from the crowd. Diego hits an Uppercut Shotei, which causes Vortex to drop like a sack of bricks to the mat. The crowd is booing at this point and RAF turns around to see what is going on, however finds nothing out of the normal. Diego climbs the turnbuckle and signals for the Flash Burn. He leaps in the air however amazingly doesn’t connect as Vortex rolls out of the way. Vortex gets to his feet and pulls Diego up. Diego has been in the ring a little too long as he is very slow to react and tries for a weak punch. Vortex blocks this and kicks him in the mid-section. Vortex signals for the Blackout Dropkick, rebounds off the ropes, and instead of hitting Diego with it, he uses Diego as a platform and leaps off of him hitting Felix with it. Felix flies off the apron into the barrier, knocked senseless. Vortex can’t exactly escape gravity and comes crashing down on the apron, getting tangled in the ropes. The crowd is going insane at this point, the volume in the arena rising a couple decibels. Diego takes this opportunity, pulls Vortex back into the ring, and covers. 1…2……kickout! Working on instinct Vortex manages to kick out of the pin. Diego becomes frustrated and looks for a tag, however Felix is still recovering from the Blackout Dropkick. Instead of going for another of his finishers Diego tries to take the quick way out and rebounds off of the ropes looking for one last big impact move. He doesn’t get to complete this as Vortex somehow manages to get to his feet and rebound off of the opposite ropes. Vortex is slightly quicker at going airborne and hits Diego with the Whirlwind of Destruction (running tornado DDT). The two men are down once more and RAF begins his 10 count. Vortex manages to roll over and cover Diego; meanwhile Felix is getting up on the apron intent on interrupting once more. Vortex covers… 1..2…3! Philip: Here is your winner…Vortex! RAF barely manages to finish his three count before Felix hits his Batter Up which knocks Vortex out. RAF calls for the bell and Felix is enraged at having the match end this way. Instead of leaving peacefully, Felix decides to slide out of the ring and grab a steel chair, looking for a little revenge. Felix steps back in the ring picks Vortex up and puts him in the corner.
RAF is attempting to discourage Felix from his course of action, but to no avail. Felix swings for the fences, yet finds nothing but turnbuckle as Vortex drops to a sitting position out of exhaustion. Vortex hits a low blow of his own causing Felix to drop the chair to him. Before Felix can recover, Vortex slides behind him, spins him around and hits him hard with the chair.
The volume in the place is more than immense as both Santana’s are laid out and Vortex looks as if he wants to fall over also. Instead of falling over, Vortex goes over to the side of the ring looking for a microphone.Vortex: Look…I’m going to make this short….that was one hell of a contest. Gingerdude, you wanted a show, and you got one…Vortex pauses for the moment and the crowd goes nuts, cheering for all their worth. The contest they just witnessed was far more than they had ever expected. Vortex: So if you want to book me in more handicaps go ahead…I don’t give a damn…because…I AM THE EXCEPTION!Vortex drops the mic and rolls out of the ring. RAF is busy trying to clean up the carnage and Vortex walks up the ramp. Instead of posing he simply walks up and out of the arena into the back, letting the roar of the crowd be a testament to the fact that he is ready for anything.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 7, 2009 16:07:31 GMT -5
Segment: The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire! (Credit: Latino/AK)
*The following is a pre-recorded police tape of the Laureano household from May 4th, 2009*
As the fuzzy shot becomes more clear the viewers are shown a chaotic scrambling of destruction, flames, and people. In the background, a house... or what was left of a house can be seen; fire has done what it does what it does best and has slowly eaten away at what once was a family home. The initial ignition was clearly several hours previously, and Fireman and police officers can be seen surveying the damage, trying to put down the last of the fire and save what they can of this structure.
Fireman: We need more men over here!? Hey, I said we need help!!
A few firemen rush over as they help pick up a firehose. The water bursts through the nozzle as the men strive to aim at the fire. Suddenly, a familiar voice is heard.
Latino: Alicia!!?! Alicia!?!?!
Latino veers through the shot, his hair and clothing unkempt. He’s clearly leapt straight off the plane and rushed to the scene.
Fireman: Hold on! We can't let you go any further!
Latino: This is my home... well was my home! Where are my wife and kids?! Please, for the love of God tell me they aren't hurt!
The fireman places a hand on Latino’s shoulder.
Fireman: Mr. Laureano, they're ok. Your family is doing ok. They are inside that ambulance getting checked out.
The world, which for several horrendous moments threatened to become as ashen as the remnants of his home, slowly begins to regain a little colour. But Latino still has hundreds of questions, one of them uppermost in his mind.
Latino: What happened here? I mean I see what happened, but how!?
Fireman: We don't know for sure. No one saw anything. Please sir, go check your family while we do our job here.
Latino finally agrees to take this man's advice as he pulls himself away from the destruction going on in front of him. He runs towards the ambulance and pulls the doors open...
A paramedic is carefully checking the vital statistics of Helena, who seems less than pleased about the situation. Riccardo has been placed into an oxygen tent, but his reddish cheeks is a good sign that this is just an extra precaution. The colour pours back into Latino’s world, just like Dorothy’s first glimpse of Oz.
A moment passes before Alicia sees him, and then she carefully stands up and takes a couple of steps forward before lunging at her husband, wrapping her arms around him. She has so much she wants to express, it tumbles out in a rush.
Alicia: Oh, Victor, you don’t know how good it is to see you. I don't what happened. All I remember was putting the twins to bed and suddenly smelling smoke. Next thing we knew, half the downstairs rooms were on fire. Thank god I was with the children, I just grabbed them and got out while we still could.
Latino: Maricon! That son of a bitch! It was him I know it. Are you ok? What about the kids?
Alicia: We're fine.
Those two words conceal a less immediate, but still devastating loss. Looking out of the ambulance doors, husband and wife have to confront the fact that most of their worldly possessions are either destroyed or ruined. Wedding photos. Heirlooms. All the minutae of a life together, wiped out.
Latino: I have to end this now. We can't let this go on any longer.
Paramedic: Excuse me sir, we need to take your children to the hospital. It's just a precaution, but I’d like one of our specialists to check them out.
Alicia: Darling, we should go with them. I don’t give a toss about Freeman or anything else just at this moment; I just want us all to be together.
She clasps his hand. Latino squeezes it a litte.
Latino: We will be, I promise. I'll meet you there. Stay safe chulita.
Latino and Alicia kiss briefly before he is pulled away and the doors to the ambulance close. It drives off as Latino turns around in time to witness his home crumble down due to the heat from the fire. The firemen all take a few steps back as they shield themselves from any debris. The camera begins to get fuzzy once again as focus is starting to be lost. All that can be made out are the figure of various people running back and forth and the shot quickly cuts off.
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