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Post by Jonny Spade on May 7, 2009 16:32:51 GMT -5
Segment: I'm back bish Credit: ?
Following the ending of a backstage segment with slowly fade into the ringside arena. Suddenly the lights dim down and "I don't wanna stop" by Ozzy Osbourne hits the P.A system. The lights flare back into life - but this time in golden shades. Many of the crowd in attendance remain confused however those with not so bad memories recognise the opening beats and know who is this person is. The rest don't have to wait much longer. The person strides through the entrance curtain and out onto the entrance stage. It is Bryce. He stands there dressed in dark blue jeans and dark black long sleeved top that bears a large B over the left breast. The slight reaction is one of mainly boos and jeers while Bryce smirks and begins dancing his way down the entrance ramp in the fashion only he can. He coolly slides under the bottom rope and is handed a microphone by the ring announcer. He heads to the centre and brushes the hair away from his face as he begins to address the crowd in attendance.
Bryce: Well, well...well - so I guess the question I gotta ask all you people is...did you miss me? Did you miss seeing moves pulled off that you never imagined were possible? What am I saying! Of course you did! Well then, that only leaves one more question; why I did I go?
Bryce paces around the ring with quite the quizzical look on his face. He comes to a stop and readies himself to continue.
Bryce: This won't come a surprise to you all after what you have seen these past few months, but it was actually physically sickening to have to shake the hand of Matthew! The ultimate embarrassment you could say! I have to admit, I couldn't bare the thought of stepping back into a wrestling ring knowing that I had been beaten by that man! So, what did I do? I did the only thing that I was right for myself of course! I left and went onto pastures where I could be appreciated for my talents and natural handsomeness - as a a movie star. What better way to allow a wider audience to appreciate my devilish good looks and see the best display of athleticism you'll ever see at the same time? None, that's what![/b]
Bryce chuckles in a smug manner with a glint in his like we are so used to seeing from him.
Bryce: So, why you ask am I standing in this very ring despite everything I just said? Is it because my movie career flopped bigger than Paris Hilton's sex tape? No. Then, why, you ask would I give up on it when I was making 10x the salary and had 100x the girls lining up in front of me? It is simple, because ACW needs me. The fact is, ACW needs BRYCE!
Bryce confidently strides to the other side of the ring and licks his lips.
Bryce: If you haven't been paying attention ACW has descended into quite the chaos recently! I mean, when I was apart of it back last year I thought things were rough, but jeeeeez! The champions consist of a wigger, a hungry fat ass and the most pathetic example of a champion you could think of! No wonder ACW is in such diretraits if these 3 losers are holding the gold. You may ask why do I care? After all, I did turn my back on ACW for new pursuits. But then I thought to myself just how much embarrassment ACW management must be feeling right now. Just like I was. And you know what? Deep down inside of me, underneath the devilishly good looks and nestled below the raw talent there is a part of me that actually...[Bryce pauses]...cares a little for ACW.
Bryce grimaces at admitting he cares.
Bryce: So you know what? I've come back to do something. I've come back to SAVE ACW! You see, I'm just what ACW needs. I stand for what everyone wants to be! People dream of being as handsome as I am and they yearn for the talent and natural athleticism that I have. See, it would be WRONG of me, no DISGRACEFUL of me to say no to this duty.
Bryce takes a big deep breath and glances all around the audience.
Bryce: So whether you are apart ACW, or the people sitting in attendance and watching at home...TAKE A BIG LOOK...because you're saviour is standing in front of you...
AND HE'S CALLED BRYCE, BRYCE, BABY!
As Bryce finishes cracks a huge grin and mischieviously chuckles to himself playfully. His theme song hits the P.A system again and he joyfully exits the ring and begins to stroll up the entrance ramp. The scene fades to black.
(? = Bryce obviously)
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 7, 2009 16:33:15 GMT -5
”Finding Allies is Hard To Do When Everybody Hates You” Credit: Danny Mainer/?? Sat down in his locker room, quite clearly annoyed is Mainer Corleone with his head hung low in both hands as he tries to avoid watching TV. Raymond is shown rooting through the fridge while Mainer realizes he has the daunting challenge of trying to find someone that’ll put up with him long enough to actually work with him inside that ring. He’s burnt most of his bridges in ACW and for him to try and find a new partner on such short notice would be somewhat a challenge. Mainer doesn’t want to work with Jason Freeman because just the name alone sends chills down his spine and the idea of him stepping into the ring with him again is enough to push him to mental breakdown. No, Mainer needs to find someone stable and sturdy with raw abilities that it takes to put down Train and whatever loser he brings out with him for the three count.
Casually, he looks around the room looking at random objects for inspiration. Empty cans of Relentless, dirty t-shirts and a half-naked hooker lying over the back of couch with an empty beer bottle stuffed down the back of her panties. All but another prop in the lockerroom of Danny Mainer, it doesn’t give any good ideas for Mainer’s tag partner. Ray cracks open a beer can and goes to sit next to Mainer who just adjusts his hat slyly.Mainer Corleone: ”Woah, so I can choose any tag partner I want at all in the company today provided Train doesn’t pick first? Well, that’s interesting. Who should I choose?”Mainer looks at Ray who has a very weak smile on his face not wanting to face anyone that has the balls to go out in public in a Batman costume or listen to Journey. He tries to hide himself away from Mainer’s vision.Mainer Corleone: ”Nah, you’re too old Ray. I don’t want your lack of strength and agility slowing me down when I beat Blunderbrain out in that ring next Monday. Come on Mainer, THINK. You have Mafia brain power. Who’s the kind of person that would go hand in hand with a Mafia crimelord?”Raymond King: ”Why not Jason Freeman? You beat him AND so you’ll easy be able to beat Train with him in your corner. I mean, think about it. You two have teamed up before, you’re teaming up again tonight it only makes sense he’s your partner out on Monday because if I’m completely honest Mainer who’s actually going to be out there to have your back? You said it yourself-”Mainer Corleone: ”You like it like I do? So put your lips on my dick and suck my asshole too?”Raymond King: ”Uhh… no? You said it yourself, I’m no world class fighter. I’m not the one entering the world of MMA. You need someone who has your back and Freeman’s the man for the job. He’s beaten Train before right?”Mainer Corleone: ”Even if he turned into a giant, I wouldn’t let him tag with me. I’m sorry, but have you heard the rumours going around about me? People think he bit my cock!”Raymond King: ”Pfft, nobody believes that rumour. Now, CAITLYNN on the other hand-“Mainer’s vein bulges out of his neck just at the mention of her name and his face goes a dark shade of red burning in anger.Raymond King: ”Is nobody we know. ANYWHO! Come on Mainer, you and Freeman. Tag, work this out.”Mainer Corleone: ”I can EASILY find a tag team partner. Watch, all I have to do is go outside and I’ll find someone who will work with me.”Before Ray can JUZ’ TRY ERN’ STAWP HEEM Mainer heads straight for the door and walks down the long corridor, making a quick right and then heading out to the lobby. He looks around past the small gatherings of people and finds his man, with an “Ooh!” he wanders over to poke him. The man has a title belt slung over his shoulder and appears to be talking to a young, asian female with a tight body but Mainer is rude enough to interrupt him with a tap on the shoulder. The man turns around to reveal none other then World Heavyweight Champion Jake Steele, the crowd go balls-on ballistic for the sight of Da Champ. At first Jake appears pissed off to have been interrupted but when he sees Mainer he has a great face of hesitation.Jake Steele: “Ayo Misono, hold up for a sec babe. I’mma sort somethin' out real quick.”Mainer Corleone: ”Hey Steele, how’s life?”Jake Steele: “Woah, what da fuck is wrong with yo' voice? It sound... distorted and shit.”Mainer stops and listens to his own voice, doing some simple vocal chords to try and see what perspective Steele is getting. Mainer then coughs a little before clearing his throat, hacking up a load of phlegm and dumping it on the floor casually, Jake reels in disgust.Jake Steele: “Smooth.”Mainer Corleone: ”Better?”Jake Steele: “Much better, it sounded fucked up before.”Mainer Corleone: ”Sorry about that, been through some rough times.”Jake Steele: “It's cool. But why you talkin' to me anyway? Why you all in my face? What, you want a title shot?”Mainer Corleone: ”What, are you retarded or something? I’ve got my own plans for the time-being. So do you. I’m not after that shiny belt you’ve got there. You hear Ginger’s big announcement?”Jake Steele: “Ain't you fightin' Train next week?”Mainer Corleone: ”Yeah.”Jake Steele: “Okay, what about it?”Mainer Corleone: ”I WANT YOU, my apprentice to come with me on Monday and help me beat up Fatass in that ring. You dig bro? You feelin’ it, you feelin’ fresh?”Jake Steele: “Did you just call me yo apprentice? See, dat's funny, cause I'm da world champ and you a... nobody. But wait, let me get dis right. You want me, da guy you ignored for four years cause you didn't think I was big enough for LVPW, dat just so happened to later kick yo pasty white ass all around da ring on da LVPW return show - might I add - and then surpassed you to become world champ... to come help you beat up my nigga Train? Even after when you were all depressed and shit you freaked out on me when I brought you to my club? Are you on drugs Mainer? You sniffin' blow? You poppin' pills? Is you sippin' sizzurp?”Mainer Corleone: ”The pill? NO. I’m a man Steele, I can’t get pregnant. Look, will you help me fight Train or not?”Jake Steele: "Dude, seriously. If I was gonna be in dat match in anyone’s corner it would have been Train’s, not yours, sucka. So, your answer is no. Now please, get lost, I'm talkin' to Misono over here and later I'mma go check out dat amulet, you dig?”Mainer sighs hopelessly realizing his plight is lost.Mainer Corleone: ”Yeah, I dig. Alright, I’ll be headed bck now. Later.”Mainer holds up his arm for a high-five but Steele has already turned his back to start talking to Misono again. A lost opportunity for a high-five, The Psycho Butcher heads back to his locker room disappointed walking down the long corridor. He opens his door again and pushes in to see that the hooker with the bottle hasn’t budged and Ray is playing on his new DSi.Mainer Corleone: ”Where the Hell are all of you people getting those things? You have one, Kevin has one, EVEN GARY has one.”Raymond King: ”Yeah, this is Charlotte’s. I stole it when she wasn’t looking. AK brought a crate of them around and gave some out when she was at Fallen Heroes. Good lass that Alicia, PHENOMENAL arse. That’s all I’ll say. Anyhow, yeah. Any luck finding a tag partner? And why’s your voice all weird?”Mainer clears his throat again, wiping the back of his brow clearly exhausted from his conversation with Steele.Mainer Corleone: ”Better?”Raymond King: ”Much.”Mainer Corleone: ”Yeah, I had an idea. Why don’t I call one of my old rivals and shock the world when they agree to be my tag partner next week?”Raymond King: ”Bry-Daniels is in the world of business now, he has no interest in wrestling anymore. Thunderkiss is in Double Douche. Dan White is getting a colostomy bag fitted apparently.”Mainer Corleone: ”What about Jon Taylor? I think I’ve still got his number, I don’t know why though, he was a colossal douche.”Raymond King: ”Ring it, ask?”Mainer Corleone: ”Alright.”Mainer whips out his Razr and scrolls through his phonebook for Jon Taylor. He presses the dial button and presses it up to his ears where it rings for a few seconds. Just when Mainer thinks that it’s not going to be picked up, it is, but not by Taylor. A female voice down the other end of the phone, the operator tells him something unknowingly grim.Operator: “I’m sorry, the number you rang is no longer available. Please hang up.” Mainer complies and clips the phone shut.Mainer Corleone: ”Weird, his number doesn’t work.”Raymond King: ”Probably got dropped down the shitter.”Mainer Corleone: ”Nah, they’d just say it was off.”Raymond King: ”Odd, oh well. You’ve got a match to get ready for right Dan?”Mainer Corleone: ”Regrettably.”With that, the screen turns to black leaving the fans with a number of questions. Who WILL be Mainer’s tag partner? Why does Mainer’s voice change whenever he clears his throat? Why does Mainer have such an intense quantity of excess phlegm? OH SHIT NO, SWINE FLU. ARRRGGGGGGGGGGGGH.FADE
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 7, 2009 16:38:11 GMT -5
Segment: Wise words of wisdom. (Credit: Jonny Spade, Hollywood RDK and Chris Phenomenal)
The scene opens up to the MSA locker room where “The Macho Feature” RDK looks like he’s doing some training to get his body ready for the match while listening to some “Physical” by Olivia Newton John while at the same time it looks like Jonny Spade is having a race with Chris Phenomenal on their DS’s in Mario Kart. Randy breaks the silence between the two with one simple question.
Hollywood: Um…Jonny…brud, shouldn’t you be getting ready for our tag match?
Jonny: Ideally yes. But this kind of thing I used to do with Gooey all the time.
Chris: What do you mean?
Jonny: This! Like just sit around and play some video games before our matches. It helps us get into the mood and in the right mind frame. You see…
Jonny pauses momentarily not taking his eyes off the screen.
Jonny: …think of a match as a race in Mario Kart. Ideally you want to start in the lead but it’s not always necessarily needed to win. You encounter some obstacles during it like fake mystery boxes. But once you spot what’s wrong with it you know what to look for during it to avoid them. And then when those don’t work make sure you watch out for the red shells because there are sometimes just things you can’t just avoid. But make sure you get enough of an upper hand that it doesn’t really matter in the end that they get the attack on you. Sure there will be close encounters that looks like you’re going to lose but that’s when you pull out all the stops and throw stuff at them and hope that they can’t avoid them. And trust me when I say this, if one thing works keep on doing it because they won’t expect to see it again.
Hollywood: How much of that did you just bullshit right now?
Jonny: None of that its all legit.
Hollywood: So speaking of Gooey, how is he?
Jonny swallows hard before answering.
Jonny: Gooey is….alright last I heard he was just traveling around.
Soon after answering the question a tech comes and knocks on the door and tells them that they are up next and they should get going.
Chris Phenomenal: YES IM GONNA FUCKING WI---
Just before Chris can finish his sentence Jonny turns off his DS and tosses it next to CP who sighs disappointingly.
Jonny: We can race again later.
As the two of them leave the room Jonny instantly turns to RDK and says…
Jonny: All of that complete bullshit.
Hollywood: Then why ---
Jonny: Just so maybe it can give CP something to think about; maybe it will click for him after.
Hollywood: You know he's Entertainment Champ right?
Jonny: Doesn't mean he cant use some insight.
Hollywood: Wait... so you’re not in the zone?
Jonny: No, I am always in the zone, I just get into it differently than you do.
Hollywood: Fair enough, any suggestions for this match Mr. Tag Expert?
Jonny: Of course.
The two walk off discussing strategy and ideas on how to go against Freeman and Mainer as Chris can be heard shouting in the locker room.
Chris Phenomenal: WHY DOES EVERYONE TURN THE GAME OFF WHEN I'M GONNA WIN?
Mach and Jonny turn around, chuckling slightly as they walk away and the scene ends.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 7, 2009 16:39:20 GMT -5
So He Has A First Name….A Preposition Credit: Andrew Black
With another show getting closer to its end, Chairman Jonathan Gingerdude begins to pack up his stuff, putting papers into files and returning them to a cabinet, cleaning off his desk. He pushes in his office chair and grabs his coat, and with a flick of a switch, his office goes dark and he is done for the day. He opens the office door and on the other side of it, also reaching for the knob is Andrew Black. [/i][/center] Gingerdude:[/color] Ah Mr. Black, did you run down here to come see me? Obviously breathing heavily and panting for air, Andrew Black shakes his head no. [/center] Andrew Black:[/color] What, no! But I am glad I caught you sir. I have a preposition for you. Gingerdude:[/color] Really? A rookie coming to me with ideas? Humor me. Andrew Black:[/color] In. And I also have a proposition if you would like to hear that too. Gingerdude:[/color] If this is some stupid word game, then- Andrew Black:[/color] How would you like to give Fallout a kick in the balls? Gingerdude:[/color] Step into my office. Without any hesitiation, Ginger makes an executive decision to not have his day be over quite yet. The superstar steps into the office and the cameraman tries to follow, but Black turns around. [/center] Andrew Black:[/color] Sorry, you don’t get to know yet. And like that, the door shuts and the camera can only see the window that reads “Jonathan Gingerdude: ACW Chairman”
Fade Out
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 7, 2009 16:39:40 GMT -5
"Safari" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
The scene opens to the arena. "Blind" by Silverchair blares through the arena as Rattlesnake makes his way from the back and stands on the entrance ramp. He doesn't look very happy at all.
He paces the stage until he stops in his tracks.
Rattlesnake: Cut the music!
The music stops and Rattlesnake looks around at everyone staring at him.
Rattlesnake: Alright. I'll be brief with this. Everyone knows that I was supposed to have a big match with Torak at Genocide. Everyone knows that I haven't really said a word or been seen much since right before Genocide. There's a reason for that.
Rattlesnake pauses and huffs.
Rattlesnake: It was deemed that I not show up. It was deemed that my match with Torak shouldn't take place. Everyone feels that the fight that exists between Torak and myself is nothing but a waste of their time. But I will say this, Spring Into Hell. Torak...Rattlesnake. Last Man...no. I need to put you away for good. Torak, we're going to an empty arena. We're going to have a good old fashioned Snakepit match.
Rattlesnake walks to the left side of the stage.
Rattlesnake: Torak, our chapter of your life began 7 years ago. You were always there trying to outshine me, but you never could. You made your way to ACW and you proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that you are a big, bad, sadistic monster.
Rattlesnake walks to the right side of the stage.
Rattlesnake: But then, something unexpected happened. The only person who could truly be a nemesis shows up in ACW one cold day in March. Rattlesnake...me. Since then, I've become quite the household name. Your departure left the chapter unfinished. So I went about my business. And then you decide to get involved in it.
Rattlesnake walks to the center of the stage.
Rattlesnake: And here we stand. Two foes with a historic past going head to head once again. We're doing this my way. And once the Snakepit is over, the chapter will come to a close. The "Seven-Year Plight" will end with the Vision of Greatness, the Sultan of Swerve...the Kaiser of Constriction escaping the Snakepit with Torak dead and buried.
Rattlesnake grins.
Rattlesnake: Torak, you better grow eyes in the back of your fucking head, you stupid piece of shit! I'm not going to sleep until worms are crawling up your ass!
Rattlesnake looks into the camera.
Rattlesnake: Going on safari motherfucker. Safari!
Rattlesnake trumpets like an elephant and drops the mic. He walks to the back leaving a general "WTF?"/"Ho-shit!" reaction amongst the crowd.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 7, 2009 16:40:01 GMT -5
Match 5: Jason Freeman and Danny Mainer vs. Hollywood Mach and Jonny Spade Credit: Danny Mainer MATCH BEGINNING: The bell rang and Mainer started out against Spade. The two have fought once before but to somewhat unsatisfying results with Mainer leaving the ring to go chase after Chris Phenomenal. Punches fly instantly connecting one after the other as the two try to beat each other down. The size advantage goes to both men on the MSA size as Macho is a big’un and Spade isn’t exactly small himself. Spade grabs Mainer and whips him into the ropes and drops him with a Killswitch after Corleone tried to clothesline him. He then hooked in a Spider’s Web and torqued the pressure but Freeman saved it after a few seconds by dropkicking Spade off of Mainer. Both Mainer and Spade got up at the same time. Mainer was quicker on the punch and locked in a Piggy Back Sleeperhold clutching tightly the throat of Jonny Spade. It wasn’t enough though as Spade wrenched him around and managed to throw him off but when he tried to capitalie on that Mainer leapt up and Enziguiri’d him right in the face. MATCH MID-SECTION: Then, Freeman and Macho went at it. Freeman was thinking of taking it tentatively but he knew if he wanted any hope of beating up Latino he’d have to take down The Mach which is exactly what he tried to do… and failed because Macho just took him straight to the mat with a classic Lou Thesz Knuckle Press punching him repeatedly until the referee separated him. He then came back with some Macho Overhand punches taking the fight to the former International Champion. Finally, Macho dropped Y2Jason with a front headbutt sending him cracking to the mat with a potentially broken nose. Macho made the cover but Freeman kicked out. Macho then set up the Canadian Backbreaker Rack but Freeman slipped down and countered with a Head Driving STO. Freeman then tagged in Mainer Corleone who jumped at the opportunity to wail on Macho, by kicking him right in the face as he got into a prone position. Mainer covered, but Macho kicked out instantly. MATCH END: Macho was getting his ass whipped by Mainer EVERYWHERE, Mainer had hit a German Suplex, a Leaping Neckbreaker, a Brainbuster and now he had Macho Man in his Muay Thai Clinch nailing the Psychotropics smashing his chest and stomach with those macabre alternating knees hoping to break some bones. After about six knees or so, Mainer then hit Reverse and ran backwards into the corner. He leapt off the top rope looking to hit a beautiful Bladers Surnise which he connected with beautifully snapping back the neck of Macho. Mainer covered but Macho kicked out at a very close two. Mainer then took it a step too far by attempting a Slingshot Moonsault to a standing Macho but just like in his match with Rawt he got caught in mid-air. Macho tried to run him into the corner with some Snake Eyes but he slid down the back. Spade tagged himself in as Mainer launched himself at Freeman tagging him in. Mainer then dived out of the way of a big Spade fore-arm which if it weren’t for Spade’s grip would’ve sent Freeman flying off the apron. Spade hip-tossed Jason back into the ring while Freeman rolled up to his feet in pain. Then, Spade turned around and hit the S-Drop 4! Macho egged him on to do more damage as it deemed that he was about to win this one. Freeman then was lifted up and dropped with the Sliver Spade. Mainer tried to run in but Macho grabbed his leg and yanked him off the apron. Mainer landed on his feet but Macho laid him out with those beefy-ass arms that made him famous. Mainer distracted, Spade made the cover. 1. 2. 3.
WINNER: The Mega Star Alliance VIA Sliver Spade
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 7, 2009 16:40:30 GMT -5
“SEE YOU AT THE SHOW” Credit: XS3, Andrew Starr & Thunderkiss [Just like the millions watching at home they saw it, or rather, heard. Jake Steele’s derogatory comments about the Entourage has brought them both out of their locker rooms on but nothing pure instinct, as if they were destined to do so. It has been quite some time since XS3 and Andrew Starr have seen one another and the moment fate brings them back together memories of sinning and winning creep for the forefront. However, before they can catch up with one another, the third wheel arrives and wipes the smiles right off their faces.] Thunderkiss: Gentlemen.[With great reluctance they turn their heads in his direction and greet him with less than pleasant stares. While one would think this voice of nostalgia would come as a surprise, they each expected this visit the moment Jake Steele sodomized the legacy of the Entourage with his microphone. This part was predicted, their responses, however, are anything but.] Thunderkiss: I take it that I need not explain my presence here this evening. Obviously, I was not the only one who took offense in that crackerjack’s comments. [Starr’s face is lit asunder with anger, anger that has been bottled up inside since that fateful day in April. This has been a long time coming.] Andrew Starr: What Steele said has no baring on on tonight, what that guy said is in past.Thunderkiss: It’s time you dropped your pity party, Starr. For reasons God only knows, you seem to have taken the disbanding of the group harder than anyone else. After all this time, I still can’t fathom why, considering you were a no show most of the time. Yeah, I’ve been waiting a long time to get that off my chest and brother, it feels good. Why don’t you try? I know you got plenty to say to me.
Andrew Starr: Entourage, or as I fondly call it now 'Kiss's Self Righteous, Piss On His Peons Club', was indeed one time in my life that I will never forget. Over my half decade of being involved with this place in one way or another, I dealt with people who thought they were better than everyone else in the group. El Loco, way back to my early days here in ACW, tried to play he was cool. Hell, even Dan White was a merciless prick when he first arrived. But, through all that, I never once got fed up with dealing with them. Never thought I could. But, in our last months together as Raj, I was slowly built up this deep hatred for you. Prancing us, who were supposed to be your friends, around like a bunch of performing monkeys for your self-promotiing antics. I know that I am not the only one who felt this way either. Jay Zero, Train, hell even XS3 here wanted more than anything to give you a taste of your own medicine. Your 'Holier Than Though' attitude is what split Raj apart, no matter if you can admit it or not. While you were off building your own mansions, knocking up random whores, or just being your usual asshole of a man, the REAL Raj was here fighting for the group. Fighting for OUR pride of being in Entourage.
[Starr stops for a moment to take a breath and a drink.]
Starr: But no, that day in April, you had to go and turn your back on all of us. And for what? To bring yourself forward while using us for your stepping stones. How I ever agreed to be your tag partner in a match again is still a mystery to me. Many rumors had begun to circulate as to why I left ACW. Some said it was money, others family, but when it came down to is buddy, it was all you. I had finally gotten so sick of dealing with self-righteous bastards like you that I decided to return to a normal life. Lets just get tonight over with so I can go back to doing what I want to do most again, wrestle.
[Thunderkiss remains stone faced as Starr rages upon him. Sometimes he’s a back stabber. Sometimes he’s a cheater. He’s most definitely a liar. He may be all these things but on rare occasions Thunderkiss is a fair man. Deep down he knows he has wronged this man, and while his reaction may have been a little over zealous, he owes him the opportunity to take a shot.]
Thunderkiss: Feel better?
Andrew Starr: Yes.
[TK knows better than anyone else that sometimes you just gotta let it out. Allowing Starr to do so was admirable, but that was never his intent. No, his hopes were that by letting Andrew to cool off with his verbal tirade, he would be able get a much more rational Starr in the aftermath His wishes have come true. Always the thinker, that Thunderkiss.]
Thunderkiss: Good. Lets proceed now, shall we? We’ve all grown older, debatably wiser and time has drifted us apart. Even so, we all were part of something special, something that is going to be remembered by you mother fuckers all the way until your dying breath and beyond. No matter if we are in the Mega Star Alliance or Zero Tolerance, a big part of us will always be identified with the Entourage. It was more than an association, it was a band of brothers. Yes, I fucked it up, but it was going to eventually happen someday. Instead of going out with a whimper, I made it go out with a bang. Both your faces disagree with me; let’s save that debate for another day. Say what you will, but we all know deep down that we aren’t going to let some no due paying asshole shit on us like that.
XS3: You know something… For once, I completely agree with you. I've said it before and I'll say it again. The Entourage was a great thing. I will always cherish the memories we had… But then again, the past is just that: the past. And now all of a sudden, Chairman Gingerdude is trying to cash in on nostalgia instead of letting the Entourage die in peace… Oh wait, I think I've realized. You want us to destroy Jake Steele! You want us to beat him so bad that he won't even make it to OE. Good times, eh Starr? Even after the Entourage dies, this asshole still wants us to be his little scapegoats. Fitting to know some things never, EVER change.
Thunderkiss: Fuck you, Irvine. Maybe if you would have capitalized on your title opportunity you wouldn’t be so worried about mine. But oh wait, you didn’t. Why am I not surprised?
Starr: Guys.
XS3: Yeah, I know. Here come the failure jokes. You're a one-trick pony, ain't you? "HEY GUISE I'M GONNA TALK ABOUT MATT IRVINE BEING A FAILURE AGAIN I SURE AM CREATIVE". What a pathetic shell of a human being you are. The only reason you have power and influence over anyone anymore isn't because of your hard work or the Entourage that you killed. It's because you're fucking the boss's daughter. Amazing! Why don't you get a nose job while you're at it?
Thunderkiss: Don’t be jealous that my woman has class while yours just takes it in the ass.
Starr: Guys...
[Some things never change. In just a matter of seconds Andrew Starr has gone from the forefront to being practically invisible. While he may have been indifferent to this treatment yesteryear, as TK said, time has changed them all. He’s sick of being a wall flower, or better yet, being treated as one. He wants respect and by God, he’s going to get it.]
Starr: GUYS![/size] [Their age old bickering cedes with the booming of his voice. He wanted their attention; he got it. Now what to do with it, is the question.] Starr: Look, I hate this almost as much as either one of you. I had hoped that I wouldn't have to deal with either of your asses once I came back, but it didnt seem to be the case. But, we have to deal with what Gingerdude decides to give us. Sure, I dont look back at the Raj as the best time in ACW, but it was still a group that we took places. The three of us, as a group, will have to take on those Road Steelers whether we like it or not. So, for the night, lets work together to take out the common enemy: Jake Steele. Grudges, hatred, and annoyances aside, lets go out there and do what we are here for. To win. And hell, lets give Entourage one final mark in the column while we are at it.[For the first time all night someone has made sense. TK looks at Irvine, Irvine looks at TK and a bridge of respect is built between them. It may be temporary, but it is a bridge nonetheless. Some things ARE bigger than one’s self. The Entourage was one of those very things and in it’s memory they are both determined not to fail it - again. That, and their shared hatred toward Jake Steele would be enough to bring together both the Palestinians and Israel.] Thunderkiss: Well what do you know, you are useful after all. I’ll tell you what fellas, I’m going to go talk to the old man to make it official. By night’s end, we will have an opportunity to party like it’s 2008, brothers. If you want to come, come. Otherwise, I have no problem doing it alone like usual.[Thunderkiss rolls up his sleeves and splits; XS3 and Starr follow suit. For the moment it appears that the Entourage is back for one night only. However, change within ACW is a constant and what happens one moment is erased at next. Is it truly time for the fans to dust off those black and gold ‘Raj tee shirts or is another tainted moment in the group’s storied history on the way? Stay tuned.] [FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 7, 2009 16:41:43 GMT -5
Segment: It was only a matter of time (Credit: Jonny Spade) As Jonny and RDK come back from their hard fought tag match, they spot a letter on the door addressed to Jonny Spade that is in an envelope. Jonny goes and opens the letter and reads it, he mumbles the letter out though so RDK can’t hear it; but the camera man peaks over the shoulder of Jonny so the fans can see it. It says:Dear Mr. Spade. Congrats on your win tonight in the tag match, we knew you were a trooper and a hard fighter. But while you were fighting we broke into your home and rand sack through it. While we did that we sent a message to your beloved friend Mr. Cogburn in hopes to help him get the message more clearly. I think it worked. Now that you had sided with him you are a target also so watch out. Again congrats on your win. Signed; Nobody you know. After reading the letter Jonny stuffs the paper into his pocket and rushes down the hallway and into the parking garage to his car as he leaves RDK confused as to what the problem was and what that letter had said.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 7, 2009 16:42:58 GMT -5
Segment: Kryptonite Credit: Jake Steele/Davey Dickinson This scene opens up easily, with Jake Steele walking down the halls of ACW. He doesn’t have any of his titles on him, but he holds his back from going through a table earlier in the night at the hands of Hollywood Mach. He limps slightly, but he’s a trooper, so he won’t show his full pain. Even though if you saw him get Rock Bottom’d, you would know it hurt like a motherfucker. You should have watched it… asshole. Cause it was awesome. Anyway, Steele has a huge six-man tag match later in the night, and he has figured that it would be best to go and talk to one of his opponents, Andrew Starr. Almost beating him last week, he probably wants to go tell him that tonight he’ll get the job done, you know shit like that. He reaches the locker room, and he stops before it, looking at the numbers on the locker door.420A Steele laughs to himself before he knocks on the door, and waits to himself for a response. He doesn’t wait too long, as the door seemingly opens by itself and a pile of smoke puffs out from the room. Steele is caught by the gust of it, and he coughs for a few moments as he notices no one is actually at the door. He walks through the smoke, waving his arm through it before he finds two people sitting on the floor, a female and a male. They are the ones causing the outburst of smoke as they light up a purple bong and toke up. And if you can’t tell who these two are, well it’s newcomers to ACW and resident potheads, Sara Brooks and Davey Dickinson. They don’t even realize Steele at first, as Brooks laughs out of her mind and lays back on the floor and Davey takes another second to toke up, letting the smoke build up in his lungs before exhaling it out into the already cloudy room. Steele watches on in amazement, as Davey looks to his left and notices the champ standing there and he’s caught by surprise. D. Dickinson: Woah, dude, where did you come from?Steele: I came from a magical land, where people can fly… and they have infinite lives.S. Brooks: No way man, that’s like totally far out. What’s it called?Steele: Never Neverland.S. Brooks: Ahahahaha… your funny. I like you, your funny.D. Dickinson: Yeah dude, I know who you are. Your like, Jake Steele… the champ. The big ka-hu-na. I’ve seen your shit before, totally awesome. But what are you here for? Want some stuff?Steele: Haha, nah dude. I was looking for Starr, I heard dis was his locker room.D. Dickinson: Oh, yeah it is. But it’s mine too. We share a locker room and shit like that. So... mi casa es su casa. Anything you want to say to him, you can say to me too dude.Steele: You know what, it’s not even dat important man. I’mma just be out.D. Dickinson: Dude, wait a minute. Why don’t you toke up with us?S. Brooks: Yeah, toke up with us…Steele: I would… but I really gotta go. My match is in a few minutes. Plus da last time I touched dat shit it was with XS3, and it was some old Canadian dirt weed. Shit fucked me up bad. After I hit dat shit... next thing I knew, when I woke up I was in a chicken coop, cluckin‘. Thunder Train and Thunder Lawyer had to get me out.D. Dickinson: See, that’s your problem. You can’t smoke the foreign stuff, you need the best of the best. And that's what I got right here...Davey pulls out a bag of some of the illest shit you can find; that Kryptonite. Steele puts his palm on his hand, thinking for a minute and then he smiles as he takes a seat. Brooks rolls it up, and Davey is the first to get a hit. He inhales, and holds it in his throat, before he lets it slip through his nose and he slowly swaggers left to right, a cheesy ass smile forming over his face. Steele takes the blunt from him as Davey passes and Steele starts toking hard. The smoke builds up in his cheeks, and Steele takes the blunt from his mouth, now hitting quick tokes as he starts coughing and beating on his chest. Davey’s eyes widen as Steele starts rocking back and forth, the marijuana smoke sliding down his lungs as he starts choking on it and pounding his fist on his chest. Steele suddenly stops choking… then drops back first on the floor. Brooks peeks over at Steele, and before they can get scared, Steele raises his arm in the air with the blunt in hand.Steele: PASS DA BOMBAY!Davey laughs and takes the blunt back, passing to Brooks who takes a quick toke. This goes around for a few minutes as they all share hits. After it’s all said and done, we fade into Steele leaving the locker room with a giant grin on his face and his eyes bloodshot red. As he staggers aimlessly out of the room to go back on the hunt for Andrew Starr, for whatever reason, we go back into the room to see Davey and Brooks.D. Dickinson: That’s a cool motherfucker… we should like, be friends or something. S. Brooks: That would be rad…ahahaha..haha…Brooks passes out right after that and Davey looks at her, shrugs and continues about his business. As we…
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 7, 2009 16:43:34 GMT -5
Title: RAP BATTLE Credit: Chris Phenomenal and Lee Homicide Thursday Night Meltdown returns with “Fast” Eddie Edison standing in the ring.Edison: Ladies and gentleman, from their debut in the ACW they have not been able to get along, nor have they seen eye to eye. Their game of one upsmanship has been noted, as well as finding themselves on the opposite sides of a brewing battle between the Mega Star Alliance and The Road Steelers. Now, we hope that we can settle the score in ACW’s third ever Battle Rap. On that regard, introducing first Lee Homicide. Lights cut to black as a thick fog begins billowing up around the entrance. Some faraway old-school Chinese instrumentals ring sharply through the air until it’s suddenly cut by a thunderous yell of... N.Y. TILL I DIE! [/size][/font][/center] With that, the funky, upbeat intro to “Come Original” by 311 hits as a cascade of pyro shoots up from the stage. A lone spotlight shines on the entryway, but there’s no one to be found there. Eventually, the spotlight begins scanning the audience, searching for the man of the hour. After a brief survey of the scene, it finally settles on Lee Homicide. He kneels on one knee with his head hung low in reverence. After a brief silent moment to himself, Lee flicks his hood back to his face, then bursts up onto his feet and starts his march toward the ring. As he wades through the scrum of fans, they offer him plenty of slaps on the back. When Lee reaches the barricade, he hops over and then slides into the ring. He walks over towards Edison, making sure to give his dogtags a kiss for good luck as he awaits Chris Phenomenal. Edison: Next. The ACW Entertainment Champion, Chris Phenomenal. Simply Phenomenal begins to play as Chris Phenomenal emerges from the back. He begins his ascent to the arena slowly bobbing to the beat of the music. Reaching the foot of the ring Chris pauses and raises his head looking at the ring before exploding up onto the canvas. He ducks into the ring and walks towards Eddie Edison.Edison: Now we have you both out here so I’m going to go over the rules. You each get one rap, after which the crowd will decide who is the winner. Chris and Lee nod their headsEdison: Chris, you wanted to go first so the mike is yours. Chris (who OOC never walked into town for Battle Raps >Dan>) steps up as his beat begins.Lee laid down the challenge, he wanted me out here tonight White boy’s don’t rap, but I’m a give ‘im a fight. This shit ain’t my Forte, but like Matt I’m a bring it. I’ll beat this like OJ, the foreman sayin’ we acquit
Now ever since I got here, I’ve been headin’ straight for the top Lee’s tried to block me, but I’m one fucker he can’t stop He has his fancy lyrics, he has his D.U.D But nobody can stop the Superman DDT
Now I’m tha entertainment champion, I’ve gone and earned my respect Ev’rytime I come out, I bring down the light’s like an amish sect I’ve beaten Thundakiss, Shadow, and the Road Steelers Only thing Lee’s beaten is fat asses in wife beaters
So I ain’t worried ‘bout anyone else, I’m fully focused on my game Steppin’ through the curtains, listenin’ as hunny’s shoutin’ my name I bring it in the ring like ’Bron on the court Where as I come up big, Lee end’s up a lil short
I step out here tonight, to once again prove I’m tha best To take peoples breath away, like pulmonary arrest. I’m preachin MY gospel , ain’t no bible thumper ‘stead I’m lookin at Jessica Alba thinkin’ “I wanna hump her.”
So if Lee Homicide still think’s he’s the illest emcee I say Fuck that shit, he aint betta than me I’m the Jesus Christ of this show, people come on bended knee They say fuck dat Lee bitch, all hail CPChris rap is met with a solid reaction for a white boy not named Em. Lee however is smiling, Chris’ rap chump change compared to what he has in store.Edison: Next, Lee Homicide. Lee takes the microphone from CP with a little extra added, CP looks on understanding.This is Lee, and I be spittin’ off of the top ‘Bout a murda after takin’ couple of shots. Yeah, Chris, I’m sure you gon’ be laughin’, But that’s just the mask you put on the surface Cuz you already know that I am perfect. I already tasted victory. Thank god I ain’t allergic! Fact is I’m the best ACW’s eva seen, And you on that chicken fish shit, I don’t call this beef. Pretty soon, though, you gon’ havta keep yo mouth shut Cuz I’m comin’ with fiya that gon’ leave you side-burned like a haircut. See, I keep it real, bitch. You’s an actress. You ain’t gon’ do shit like cars stuck in traffic. Wait, naw, play time’s over. Lemme get drunk, can’t do this sober. I’m above average, yo shit I won’t have it. I’ll drop you the fuck down like you was a bad habit. I mean it, bitch, comin’ up for you is the end of the line. There’s no way you fuckin’ with this veteran’s swine, But who am I kiddin’? I don’t havta be a veteran. Brooklyn’s where I represent, and compared to you, I’m clearly better than. I’m bombin’ lyrically. Naming yo faults is like counting backwards from infinity. Let’s be real though, this lil’ bitch ain’t ‘doin’ shit against me, So after this verse, let’s check out yo “response ability.” You gonna diss me? The fuck was you thinkin’? Now I’m forced to wipe yo whole race to extinction! Why you can’t just admit I’m some kinda monsta? I’ma ball ya ass up 144 times like E. Honda! I’m sick with the multis, so I can tell you I’m the best. Approach me? I’ma leave a hole in yo muthafuckin’ chest. And you gon’ see Jesus walking like Kanye West! See, these sick rhymes, with ease I’m deliverin’. Fist crunched, watch out. BOOM! Knock out ya leg amide! But I ain’t done yet, aim straight for yo cranium. Click, clack, boom, turn yo dome into a stadium. When I compete in elite ciphers, My speech exceeds the piece of each writer. I punch you and leave you with a “Bro, Ken knows” like Street Fighter. Get it? Course ya don’t. You pretty much personify stupidity. Can’t run when I come for ya. It’ll be a fatality! See, Chris, you just don’t have the skills that I got. So I’ma put yo ass inside a box like Hydrocs And look at you real hard like a Cyclops. This is ridiculous. I dunno why I even bothered. It’s obvious that you gonna be devoured. And, Chris, I know you wanna know Why everybody calls yo ma a ho. Well, lemme break it down for ya, holmes, Just ask TK, he gon’ say she blows fo sho. But don’t get me wrong, I ain’t sayin’ she’s a gold digga, Though I’m dead broke, and she suckin’ my dick, so go figure. But enough with the jokin’ cuz now I’m serious. And what more can I say? You just a bitch, period. I’ve broken ya down, so I’ma wait to crush you. So fuck a rap. Lemme end this simple: FUCK YOU! [/size][/font][/center] Lee ends with his microphone held high as the crowd roars.[/color] Edison: Well ladies and gentleman, it’s time for you to decide the winner…was it Chris Phenomenal. Crowd: *ROAR!!!*Edison: or…Lee Homicide. Crowd: *ROAR!!!*Edison: Well then, your winner...LEE HOMICIDE. The crowd roars once again, as Lee Homicide waits for them to settle down.Lee Homicide: So Chris, was that entertainment for ya. I sure hope it was, ‘coz come Spring into Hell, I’m takin’ ya title. The crowd roars as Lee Homicide drops the microphone and starts to head out of the ring as Chris Phenomenal grab the microphone from Eddie Edison.Chris Phenomenal: Woah there Lee, I heard something about an Entertainment Title, and I never heard you were given a shot at it. Ya think just ‘cause you beat me at a rap battle…judged by the fans! That you got a title shot, naw man. No, if you want one, you have to earn one and seeing as how I have to face Jake Steele, why not next week, we have a different match there as well. Why don’t we have Lee Homicide, vs. Macho Man RDK…and then if you win, you can have a shot at my Entertainment title.Lee turns and looks back at Chris Phenomenal, and smiles, giving him a silent signal that he accepts as he ducks out of the ring and ACW cuts backstage.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 7, 2009 16:43:50 GMT -5
Segment: An Irksome Warning (Credit: Senator)
Returning from the break, Senator Steve Phillips is seen in his office, alongside the Capitalists, and although Phillips has changed back into one of his suits, and calmed down a bit from his match(and post match rant), the politican still seems to exude a nervous energy.
The Senator: Kalb, get me my other phone. This call cannot go through normal channels.
Anthony Kalb: Sure thing, bossman.
Kevin Fitsharris: So...did you really kill Gary?
Kalb: Idiot, did you even see the match?
Fitsharris: Umm...no.
Kalb: He beat the holy hell out of him, but left him breathing and halfway intact.
Fitsharris: Aww, man.
Senator: Shut it, you two! This is important.
Phillips dials a number out of memory and instantly recieves a response.
Senator: Yes, yes, I left him alive...does anyone pay attention anymore? Fine, that is not why I called, you know why I did so.
Fitsharris: Really, you left Gary alive? Doesn't that mean you didn't win...
Kalb: Can't you tell he's busy?
Although Fitsharris prepares to talk yet again in his defense, Kalb shuts him down with a big punch to the shoulder, doubling his associate over in pain.
Senator: Yes, I know, the Capitalists are as rude as ever, I did not hear that last line...yes. No, you were right the first time. That is indeed why I contacted you again, despite my better judgement. Public meeting...no, no, no, that would defeat the entire idea of me going to you in the first place for this matter! Excuse me?
In the background, an angered Fitsharris finally recovers, and chucks a wireless PS3 controller at Kalb, catching him unaware, and clocking him upside the head.
Kalb: You little runt, I'll make you swallow that controller!
Senator: Shut up! No, not you, Abbott and Costello here. Yes, that was a reference to the Capitalists. Back to the subject, the fact of the matter is this. I will not make any direct references, since I do not wish to be held culpable in any way, but if you cannot get the plan under control, and do so immediatly, I will...yes, consider that a promise that action will be taken. So, we have an understanding here? Good. Fine, hopefully this little venture will remain that way. Ok, farewell, and hopefully, we shall not have to speak again.
Phillips hangs up the phone, and turns around, and silently glares at the Capitalists, who break from their conflict just long enough to make a mad dash for the door. The Senator shakes his head, and returns to his desk, rubbing the back of his neck, and looks off in a thousand yard stare, preoccupied with some unknown, but pressing matters.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 7, 2009 16:45:36 GMT -5
Match 6: Thunderkiss, XS3 & Andrew Starr Vs. Jake Steele, Lee Homicide & Thunder Train (Credit: Jake Steele) As Meltdown returns from it’s break, “Like A Bawse Mastermix” is already playing with Jake Steele, Thunder Train and Lee Homicide entering the ring. They pose for the adoring fans, before they hand off their belts to Ray Allen Fleming, who then hands them off to Phillip Jones. The Road Steelers pose some more, before waiting in the center of the ring for their 08’ counterparts.
The first Entourage member to step through the curtains to the sounds of “God of Thunder” is the five hundred percentile superstar, Thunderkiss. Though he receives much more boos than normal, his Kiss Army is still very much in play, as they chant his name and sing along with theme song as he makes his way out. Kiss looks into the ring at the Steelers and he scoffs, stopping at the entrance ramp and waiting for the next member.
“Hail Destroyer” hits next, and to a full on disapproval from the fans, XS3 submerges from the backstage curtains. He ignores the fans jeers and walks down the ramp, only focusing on teaching his former teammates a lesson. He reaches the same spot as Kiss, but a few steps back as he doesn’t want to even team with him. They stand in wait, grudgingly staring down with the Steelers as “I’m Shipping Up To Boston” by The Dropkick Murphys resonates across the arena, to a mixed reaction from the crowd. A few moments pass and instead of Starr making (or staggering) his way out from the back, we instead see nothing. Kiss and XS3 look back towards the ramp and after about two minutes… nothing. The song abruptly ends, and they come to realize that Starr has no-showed this match. Both of them shake their heads and say “fuck it”, sliding into the ring and getting this match underway.Bell Rings. As the bell rings, the former Entourage members realize that they have to charge into this battle with one member down, now going toe to toe with the Steelers. Thunderkiss opts to take on Lee and Train, while Steele and XS3 give us a rematch of sorts from Fallen Heroes. “The Truth” and the “No Leaf Clover” trade lefts and rights, not letting the other keep an advantage over the other as they wind up near the ropes. XS3 quickly gets the upper hand as he clotheslines Steele over the top rope, taking himself with the champ as they fly over and onto the mat below. XS3 picks Steele up by his head and he slams his head over the announce table. XS3 pulls him off of it the covering, and throws Steele on his shoulder. He looks at the ring-post and gets a idea. XS3 begins running towards the post, trying to ram the champ’s head into it. But his plan backfires. Steele hops off and XS3 grabs hold of the post, stopping himself from flying into the post. That doesn’t work as well as he wants it to, with Steele hopping on the apron. XS3 catches a sense of his surroundings again, and he turns around to see his adversary leaping off the apron with a elbow smash straight to the cranium. Meanwhile in the ring, Thunderkiss has more than his hands full with both Lee Homicide and Thunder Train. Despite their needing to be an official man still on the Road Steelers side, the two members both seem to want Kiss. It’s almost like a competition, Lee kicking on Kiss, while Train pulls Kiss away and clothesline him. This continues for a few moments, with Lee and Train hitting a double clothesline on Kiss, before Train tells Lee to let him handle it, which he lets him do. Train plants Kiss in the corner of the ring and he puts one hand on his chest, while the other he uses to tell the crowd to stay quiet. He then uses that hand to slap his palm across the chest of Thunderkiss, who even has to reel in pain from it. It’s a pain he doesn’t want to experience again, as he pushes out of the corner, and sends his head upwards in the direction of Train’s own, a meeting of the minds you could call it. Train holds onto his head, as Kiss stays on the offense. He sprints towards the ropes and rebounds off of them, launching into Train with a shoulder breaker. Train begins to stumble backwards towards the ropes, and Kiss sees an opportunity to follow up. He raises his boot and ejects it into the face of Train, hitting the Big Boot which causes Train to fall back on the ropes and get tied up in them. Kiss sees Train in a vulnerable position and he begins to execute a modified version of the mounted punches, of course standing instead. He gets his Army to count along with him as he punches into the cranium of Thunder Train. “1”
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“9” Before he reaches the count of 10, he turns away from Train and flexes for his Army, which in turn causes to be a poor mistake. In that wasted time, Lee quickly blind tags Train, and he speeds off to the other side of the ring, holding onto the ropes. He yells out to Thunderkiss, whos focus is broken, Lee spring boarding off the ropes and hitting the surprised Kiss with a clothesline! "Fast" Eddie Edison: That's why you have to watch Lee at all times. He's fast, he'll pop up and hit you with one of those clothesline at any given time. Maxwell McNally: I'm pretty sure Kiss has figured that much out right about now. Lee comes off with such force that as he connects he rolls off and almost stumbles right back to the canvas. He catches himself though, and Kiss instead is dropped in the ring. Lee takes this time to untie Train, who breaks free from it like a monster unleashed. He ignores the rules for the time being and lifts Kiss off the ground, hitting him with a quick but still effective Chokebomb! RAF tells Train after to get back into his corner, and without hesitation he does. Lee drops to his knees and hooks the leg, but while RAF is directing Train to his corner, he doesn’t notice it. This leaves a wound open as XS3 climbs back into the ring and kicks Lee off, clearly having ended his earlier brawl with Steele, who has made his way back onto the apron as well. RAF briefly catches XS3 in the ring, who raises his hands in the air and calmly steps back as if he’s totally innocent. Lee holds the back of his head and gets to his feet, taking Thunderkiss up with him. He tries to irish whip the God of Thunder, but that attempt is reversed as Kiss launches Lee off the ropes and hits the Big Boot. Lee doesn’t stay down though, Thunderkiss having to add on the pain, as he catches him with a hard Polish Hammer, which knocks the Notorious One-Three-Three crashing back onto the mat. Thunderkiss covers him for a pin. ONE… …TWO… …KICKOUT! Thunderkiss shrugs off the kickout and tags in XS3, who looks ready to show this Asian loudmouth some respect. He first puts his boot over the face of Lee, stomping it down over his skull. He follows that up as he lifts Lee up onto his feet, elbowing him in the face. XS3 doesn’t let Lee recoil, irish whipping him across the ring and scooping him up, twirling him in the process as he connects with a hard spine buster. XS3 hooks the leg but only gets a two count. He lifts Lee back up and takes him into the corner, he looks at the corner opposite of his and he pulls Lee back by his wrist and sends him into the turnbuckle. He then sprints towards Lee and destroys Lee with a head on clothesline. Lee begins sliding down the
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 7, 2009 16:45:54 GMT -5
turnbuckle, but XS3 is not done. He pulls Lee back up, and he wraps his arms around his waist. XS3 shoots a look to Steele and Train in the corner, before he rockets Lee off in the air with a Closing Moment. XS3 sits on the canvas for a moment, looking back at Lee and smiling. He laughs to himself and watches the Steelers reaction to this, then notices the opposite reaction on the face of Thunderkiss. He stands up and makes his way over to Lee, lifting him up onto his knees. He holds his arm up and waves it around in the air mockingly for Steele or Train to make a tag. They just stare at XS3, looking like they could kick his head off right now. XS3 easily notices and wanted that reaction, continuing to do it for another moment, before he wraps his arms around the neck of Lee Homicide, executing a sleeper hold. Forcing the Steelers to watch on, XS3 squeezes the hold on and Lee looks like as if he is about to choke, while Steele continues to boil, hating to see one of his own in such a vulnerable position. Train watches on sort of nonchalantly, though it’s clear he wants to get his hands on XS3 again as well. XS3 continues the torture as he pulls up on the hold and drives Lee down into the canvas, before hooking the leg. Maxwell McNally: He's just torturing Lee. It could be over right here. ONE… …TWO… …THR-NO! At the last second, Steele hops into the ring and drops a elbow on XS3, but before he can do exactly what he wants to the new Sultan of Swerves, RAF is forced to pull him back and tell him to retreat to his corner. XS3 gets up holding the back of his head with a smile, knowing that though the match is still going on, he has the Steelers riled up and Lee right where he wants him. XS3 backs up, dragging Lee by his arm and tagging in Thunderkiss. He enters the ring and starts back on the flexing, shouting “here is the thunder…” and “here is the kiss!” as he drops a elbow on the chest of Lee Homicide. Kiss takes Lee and drags him towards the center of the ring. He stands before Lee and flexes his large muscles, the Kiss Army going wild while the Road Steelers fans show their mass disapproval. Kiss points over at Steele, and he turns towards the ropes… …but he before he can come back and hop up for the Fall from Glory, Steele gets a taste of payback, dashing into the ring and leaping over Lee to hit the Bigger Boot on Thunderkiss! "Fast" Eddie Edison: Out of nowhere! These five are really taking to each tonight, even with the "X-Raj" being one man down. XS3 doesn’t take to this, hopping into the ring and blindsiding Steele as he turns around. XS3 pounds his elbows into the back of Steele, dropping Steele to a knee as he is totally caught off guard by it. XS3 slams away at the spine of Steele, but sooner than later he is knocked back himself, with Train coming out of literally nowhere to hit the Heart Kick! XS3 flies back out of the ring, over the top rope. Steele holds onto the second rope looking at XS3, then he looks back at Train. Train doesn’t show emotion towards what he just did, but a smile comes over Steele’s face. He gets off the ropes and climbs the turnbuckle, waiting as XS3 catches himself and rises to his feet. XS3 does so, and Steele leaps off the top rope with the Brooklyn Heights! Train sees an opportunity open, as the crowd cheers him on. He grabs Lee by the wrist and drags him to their corner, before Train gets back onto the apron and taps Lee on the arm, tagging himself to mass approval. Train hops in and without a second thought he scoops up Thunderkiss and he throws him up over his shoulders backwards, signaling for the OM NOM BOMB! Train walks to the center of the ring, letting the cheering soak in. Although his time to get some cheers out proves costly. Thunderkiss begins elbowing into the sides of Thunder Train, and eventually he escapes. He wriggles off, and he sprints back towards the ropes. Train spins around and he is caught by the GOODNIGHT KISS! Maxwell McNally: Goodnight Kiss! Goodnight Kiss! You can put this one in the record books! "Fast" Eddie Edison: People rarely, if ever kick out from that move, and I don't think Train is going to be one of the first to do it! Thunderkiss manages to knock the gigantic mass of man down, and goes to cover. But just as he does the unfamiliar sound of a looming Scottish melody resonates through the arena and this strikes attention of Mr. 500. He turns around to focus on the entrance ramp as on the titantron are beer bottles clinking together. Kiss watches in wonder to what this is before the beer bottles break and the name “Andrew Starr” explodes in a graphic on the screen. Thunderkiss puts his hands on his hips as the man that was supposed to be his third partner for the night comes stumbling out from the backstage area, bottle of Jack Daniels tightly gripped in his hands as he takes a swig. He staggers down the ring with a limp to the side as Thunderkiss looks fuming, not believing what he’s seeing right now, the same going for the crowd. Starr walks up the steps, and stands on the apron as if he should have been there the entire - which he should have been. Thunderkiss walks over to the apron and asks him "whats his problem?" but he doesn't get a response. Instead, Starr just looks at Thunderkiss with a drunk smile, taking another swig of the Jack before looking over into the ring at Train. Thunderkiss looks on in confusion and waits for his answer, but he starts to realize he isn’t going to get one, so he turns away from him and goes back to finish this match off. Little does he know, he won't be the one that hits the finishing blow... .............. ............. ............ ........... .......... ......... ........ ....... ...... ..... .... ... .. . ...without a word uttered, Starr takes his bottle of Jack Daniels, and leaves the apron - smashing it over the back of Thunderkiss' head! Starr watches the man he called his once looked up to fall at his hand, before he drags Thunder Train's body over Kiss'. RAF doesn't know what to do in this moment, as a disqualification can't be called since they were on the same team, so he counts the pin to much approval from the fans. ONE... ...TWO... ...THREE! *Ding, Ding, Ding* Phillip Jones: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winners by way of pinfall... THE ROAD STEELERS!
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 7, 2009 16:46:10 GMT -5
Closing Segment: Project Starr Credit: The Road Steelers, Andrew Starr, and ??
With the announcement of the winners, and the sound of "Like A Bawse Mastermix", those in the arena continue to show their approval as Lee Homicide is the first in the group that seems to be fully aware of it. He pulls himself up to his feet, and looks around the ring at the shards of the broken bottle, and he sees Andrew Starr standing in the same spot as a few moments ago, Lee stepping cautiously around him, not sure what to think. Lee helps Thunder Train up, who admittedly is still dazed from the impact of that Goodnight Kiss. Train rests back up against the turnbuckle, as Lee smacks some sense into him, now with Train knowing of what just occurred as he stares across the ring at Starr. Starr looks up at the two as they stare right back, now with their theme song fading out. Jake Steele makes his way into the ring next, sliding in as he stands up next to Lee and Train, as now all three begin to staredown the drunken Andrew Starr, who pulls out another bottle of Jack from his back pocket and cracks it open. Starr takes a sip, while Steele moves away from his stablemates, now standing within inches of Andrew Starr.
Starr holds the bottle in his hand, and Steele looks at him struggle to stand up on his own two. Steele then looks at Thunderkiss' fallen body, and for a moment... he looks upset. Maybe it's because he wanted to be the one to knock out Thunderkiss. Maybe it's because he feels disrespected by Starr, after he basically watched Steele get attacked by Hollywood Mach following their World Title match last week. Or maybe... it's just the Road Steelers accepting their newest member.
Steele looks up at Starr suddenly with a large smile over his face. Lee smiles as he sees Steele smile, and now Starr is smiling as well. The two men high five each other, and share a brief manhug as now the crowd can be heard going nuts. Steele takes Starr by the wrist and raises his arm into the air, Starr taking another swig of the Jack for good measure as the fans approve. Steele motions to Lee for him to grab a microphone, and Lee motions for Phillip to hand it to him. Lee hands it off to Steele, who then takes a step back and hands it off to Andrew Starr. He takes the microphone, and explains it to the world.
Andrew Starr: Wha'? Wha' do you want Steele? Did we win?
Starr looks down at the still unconscious Thunderkiss, gets a puzzled look on his face, and then looks back up at Steele.
Starr: Oh, right. I did tha' didn't I? Haha, good job me! After las' year did you really think tha' I would want to tag with you?
Starr is still looking at Steele at this point, and Steele quickly points Starr towards the fallen Thunderkiss.
Starr: Yeah, you. Yourewho I was talkin' 'bout. Raj' wassa big pisstake, usin' us for your puppet. Not no more. Andrew Starr isnt gon' be pushed 'round no more. I'm part of a real team. Where everyone actually cares 'bout the other. Thas right, as of about three minutes ago, I am now part of the Road Steelers...
The crowd near explodes upon the final, slurred words of Starr. He grins his drunken grin at Steele and the rest of the Road Steelers. He goes to give the mic back to Steele, but Steele pushes it back to him.
Starr: Wha? Was there somethin' else?[/color]
Starr looks upon his new comrades for direction, taking a quick swig of his Jack Daniels. As soon as he swallows his drink, his face lights up.
Starr: OH! I remember now!
Suddenly gets a big smile on his face, and throws down his bottle still halfway full of liquid. Everyone in the crowd gasps, and Steele looks at the shattered glass and liquid all over the mat. He gets a puzzled look on his face, bending down to one knee next to the liquid. He picks up a shard of the bottle that still has some liquid in it and drinks it.
Steele: It's... It's water.
Everyone looks at Starr, who just stands up straight and shrugs.
Starr: Did you honestly think that I would be drunk when I finally got the revenge on Thunderkiss that I wanted? Nah, I wanted to be sober and be able to clearly remember the moment. And boy will I ever! Now, lets get down to business!
Starr pulls out a real bottle of Jack Daniels and opens it, taking a swig. "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" comes on over the speakers. Starr looks up at the booth and basically yells into the mic.
Starr: CUT THE MUSIC, DUMBASSES. I open a drink, and all the sudden my music has to play? What am I, a bald redneck who rides around on ATVs? Anyways, what I meant when I said 'Lets get down to business' is lets get one final order over with!
Starr looks at Steele, then Lee, and then Train. He looks up at the entrance ramp and takes another swig from his Daniels. His voice is filled with entertainment as he yells towards the back.
Starr: Oy, Davey, get down here!
"Greatest Man That Ever Lived" by Weezer hits, and while not as loud of a pop as for Starr a few moments, enough of the crowd makes it known that they do indeed approve of this newest addition to the group. Davey Dickinson comes out from the back, and he looks "happy"... in more ways than one. He slides into the ring, and meets with the others as they show their approval as well. Starr hands off the microphone to Steele who looks ready to speak... until he notices something. He looks over at Thunder Train, still in the corner and not as excited about the situation as the others. Steele looks to Train, and goes over to him, asking him what's going on with him, and they share a few words. After a few words, Train begins smiling with Steele and then they high five as the two move towards the other three and they all raise each others arms, now with Steele beginning to speak into the microphone.
Steele: Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to introduce to YOU, da not so new, but very improved... ROAD STEELERS!
Steele points to Thunder Train.
Steele: We got da International champ, da biggest AND da toughest - Thunder Train!
Steele points to Lee Homicide.
Steele: We got da Notorious One-Three-Three, da FUTURE Entertainment Champion - Lee Homicide!
Steele points to the newest members.
Steele: And now... we got a legend in da Light Heavyweight division, and a legend in da pot growin' division, two people who will skyrocket! ... straight to da top - Andrew Starr, and Davey Dickinson!
Steele smiles looking at his brothers, as they all smile back.
Steele: Together, we make da most unified stable in ACW history. Allow me to reintroduce ourselves... we are... the Road Steelers. And we ALWAYS... steal... da... show. You dig?
The crowd definitely digs. And that's just how they want it. Dropping the microphone, they all move towards the center of the ring. The Road Steelers raise their hands in the air and form a hand gesture similar to that of the "Wolfpac" sign. They connect their fingers in a five man circle, as the camera focuses in on it. We then cut to Thunderkiss' fallen body, then the sight of XS3 having to watch it all progress.
And you talk about swerves... nobody does it better, believe that.
Fade
End Show
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Post by Dalton on May 7, 2009 16:54:48 GMT -5
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH
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