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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2009 15:18:37 GMT -5
Monday Night Warfare 11th May 2009
ACW European Tour Sinan Erdem Dome Istanbul, Turkey
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Jake Steele vs. Chris Phenomenal
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Strange Bedfellows Match Andrew Black and DNA vs. Davey Dickinson and Rawt
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Dave Shadow vs. XS3
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Danny Mainer and Mystery Partner vs. Thunder Train and Mystery Partner
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Hollywood Mach vs. Lee Homicide
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Note to all: In case you didn't see the PM, tonight's Warfare will start at 5.30pm EST / 10.30pm UK. Apologies for the delay.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2009 16:37:23 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Shadows of Tomorrow Credit: The Road Steelers As the show begins to kick off properly, the camera spans around the entire Sinan Erdem Dome, catching most of the 22,500 people in attendance, all trying to get their quick seconds of fame on camera. Yes, Istanbul, Turkey is just as live as any of the other crowds we've seen during this European tour, and they knowing that they are one of the final stops, they all seem excited to see what will occur before the last PPV stop before Omega Effect. Of course, their excitement is increased by tenfold once the sounds of “Dolla” by Fort Minor strikes through the arena. For those who don't know, this is the official theme of the Road Steelers... yes, it is awesome. As the beat bumps, we see the five members one by one step through the entrance curtains, each having a certain swagger in their step. Jake Steele walks out first, in his ring gear, and both of his championships over his each respective shoulder, Jercho-style with Misono Matheson following closely behind him. Lee Homicide enters next, his Tag Team championship placed over his shoulder as well, with a special swagger in his step. Andrew Starr and Davey Dickinson come out after, Starr with his signature bottle of Jack Daniels and Davey... empty handed, but surely Sara Brooks has their “peace pipe” somewhere in her pocket. Out last, surprisingly, is Thunder Train who ducks under the rather low curtain with his International Title thrown over his shoulder and a rather menacing walk as he seems calmer than the other Steelers, but definitely still happy to be there.
As they all eventually make their way into the ramp, each one takes time to appease to the crowd, Starr puts his feet on the bottom and second rope and he raises his arm in the air as they applaud him. Lee climbs the turnbuckle and poses for the fans, as Davey does the same. Steele walks to the center of the ring where the main camera is focused and he shows off his signature smirk, as his titles rest over his shoulders, him having to hold them up as the cameras flash. Thunder Train walks up behind him and raises his International Title, causing even more camera flashes and more of a pop as well.
The Road Steelers begin to take their spots in the ring, as Andrew Starr motions for a microphone, wanting to be the first to speak his mind on the new and improved Road Steelers. Starr gets the mic and clears his throat some, the rest of the Steelers watching on as he speaks. Andrew Starr: Light-Heavyweight Champion. Tag Team Champion. Rey McFoley. Surion. Andrew Starr. I have gone by many names in my ACW tenure. A list of names, with a much longer list of history. I've dealt with all the big names of ACW. Ridley. Alexandra Kaesar. Yoko Satoshi. Kross. Bladeshadow. The list goes on and on. Ive been gone for over a year, taking my time to gather new friends and find out what I want in life. I thought that it would be away from ACW, away from the corrupted competitors and management alike. All those legends I listed, they are gone now. Now, there are new faces to deal with. Chris Phenomenal. Andrew Black. Dave Shadow. The Reprobate. All these new guys trying to make their name in ACW. Hell, there are some old friends of mine who have changed since then too. Dan White. Macho Man RDK. XS3. Danny Mainer. Again, there are still many more to expand upon.Starr takes a break to open his bottle of Jack Daniel's and take a drink.Andrew Starr: Ah, good stuff. Anyways, what do all these name have to do with me? Well, not much anymore. Last week I finally got my final words in on Thunderkiss, which were probably the only words he ever actually heard from me. XS3 looked on in surprise. As I've been sitting in the bars over the last year, Ive had plenty of time to find out who I really needed to come to terms with. Now, dont think that the only reason I am back is to take out those who done me wrong. Not in the least. Ive discovered that my life really does belong in wrestling, and I will do this until the day I die. Now that I am back, I'm aligning myself with those I deem worthy. Jake Steele, Thunder Train, Lee Homicide, and Davey Dickenson. These guys all have something that shows they have a REAL future. Davey, innovative more and more each day. Lee, fresh and real. Train, big and powerful. And Jake, cunning and determined. All of them are going to go far. Now here I am, with the most diverse and solid stable seen in ACW in years, and I will once again dominate those who oppose me. Who will be next, I dont even know. But, whoever it is, they will learn why I was such a feared Light-Heavyweight for the majority of the last half-decade!The crowd cheers as Starr raises his Jack Daniels bottle in the air for the crowd, before taking a drink to the head. The Road Steelers clap, while Lee is handed the microphone for the next speech.Lee: For months, I’ve walked around the ACW proudly proclaiming that I am the King. People laughed at me, people didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that Lee was the best there is, despite the fact that he is probably one of the youngest in the entire roster. But it is all good, because this Saturday is the official crowning of the King. Brash and cocky, brash and cocky.Lee: This Saturday, I shall stand bloody, bruised, broken, but victorious over Chris Phenomenal as I etch my name into the history books. As I climb up the figurative mountain, I shall bask upon immortality, because the entire world will finally see the King rightfully crowned, as I proclaim myself to the glory for finally achieving what I said I would ever since I arrived here. So many times have Harlem Superman and myself stood face to face across the ring from each other, and so many times have I guaranteed victory. I boldly stated it was my destiny to trample over all those who stand before me and make history like no one ever did before. Come Saturday, I have the chance to do it again. Only this time, I will not claim that it is my destiny to win anything. I have come to learn that destiny is nothing more than a catchy little punch line, an excuse for us to use for our actions. Every man’s destiny is in their own hands, history shall be very kind to me after this Saturday night, for I intend to write it myself. Lee takes a minute to crack his neck. Rest assured, he’s only getting into the groove.Lee: Fate and destinies aside, I fully intend on winning the grandest prize of them all, with my hard work imprinted in the gold that is rightfully mine for so long. And CP is just another rung on the ladder that I’ll stomp on to climb to the top. I don’t care for his pansy ass because he knows NOTHING of what I’ve been through, nothing. CP is going to walk in as a champion, and because I’ve decided to spare him even further embarrassment of losing his Entertainment Championship, he’ll walk out as champion. But I’ve said since the moment he won the title that he will be nothing more but a paper champion, and I am right. Saturday night, the King shall make sure the tyrant known as Chris Phenomenal shall be punished, and as I seize my throne, rogues such as CP will be banished forever. The crowd roars their approval over this sentiment.Lee: But allow me not to linger too long over a single punk-ass bitch. I wouldn’t want him to get the impression that he’s actually important or anything. How’s about we talk some about my opponent tonight, Mr. Hollywood Macho? I heard what he’s got to say. Lemme tell you something, Mach. You don’t mean shit in my eyes, you hear me? You don’t deserve NOTHING. You walk around thinking you own this place, but you ain’t proven shit, Macho. Fuck you and your pathetic little promos with Kermit, you’ve done NOTHING compared to me, you hear me? NOTHING. Probably spoon fed everything since you were born, you little cunt. You think you can beat me? You’ll never beat me, Mach. No one beats the King. NO ONE. Tonight, I will SCHOOL yo’ Canuck ass, I’ma pummel you until you KNOW it, in your hearts of hearts, that you ain’t even CLOSE to Lee, because I am done playin’ nice. I’m takin’ over. The crew members in the studio all seem to be quite alarmed at how the whole thing has gotten, from a calm start to the current intensity shown from Lee. Truth is Lee is done trying to keep himself in check, he is pissed off and he needed an outlet for his frustrations. This Saturday will prove to be just that.Lee: And how about XS3? Jonny Spade? Rawt? NONE of you mean no significance to me. You three have been here since last century and what the hell have you done? The day you two say you are as good as I am, even in your prime, then we can have a leveled conversation but until then, you clowns are not even close to being in my league. You bitches wanna talk about destiny? The chain of destiny can only be grasped one link at a time. And this Saturday, I will grab onto every opportunity I get, and I will make sure all of you know exactly what it means when I said I AM THE KING. And when it is all said and done, I shall stand on top of the ladder, on top of the mountain and signify that the KING has indeed been crowned. No more am I going to be held back; no more am I going to be screwed over, shot down, injured, it is over! I take my final leap of faith, and if I am going down I will damn sure bring all of you with me. Trust me because when I say it I’ve either done it, or it’s about to happen. And this Saturday, the King finally, officially claims his throne. It’s all about me, fuck what ya heard. The only mountain you lames will be king of is Brokeback. I will officially become, the King of the ACW Mountain. That isn’t an idle threat, it isn’t no fancy little victory speech. That is a promise. Learn my name because it will be that which you hail for the rest of eternity: itzLEEyuhBITCH! [/size][/font][/center] They clap, and Lee points to Steele and Train, basically saying that he already sees them as Kings of ACW, and he wants to be seen as one as well, and with that promo it's hard to deny his status. Lee walks over next to the newest member of the group... Davey Dickinson. Davey looks at the microphone and Lee funny for a second, like he doesn't know what he is supposed to do with it. He shrugs and takes the mic, confused still.DAVEY DICKINSON:[/color] Wait, I didn't know I had to give some speech...SARA BROOKS:[/color] Like, yeah man. I thought I told you...DAVEY DICKINSON:[/color] You like...totally didn't. But it's whatev. So, like, I guess no one really expected Davey D to be joinin' the Road Steelers. Which is totally understandable. To be honest with you, I didn't even know I was like...joining. It's cool though. But like, I mean, it's hard to put into words how I feel 'bout The Road Steelers. I mean, I'm like..totally..happy to be with these guys. I mean like...I know we're going to totally kill ACW and show everyone that we're the best and like..yeah. It's gonna be awesome. Just you watch.Dickinson kind of..loses himself a bit. He shakes his head and smacks his lip, an obvious sign of the dreaded “cotton-mouth”. He licks his lips and continues to speak.DAVEY DICKINSON:[/color] But like, tonight, I've got big plans. 'Cause after me and Rawt go down-town clowny brown on Andrew Black and that other goon, we're gonna celebrate beyond belief. Just you wait. When Rawt and I win, I'm gonna' take Rawt backstage and I'm gonna make him smoke twelve bowls by himself. I mean, come on, Rawt. I'm gonna get you fuckin' high. Really though..like...I want you to have an adventure Rawt. Like, I want you to smoke right? And then after that, I want you to do some jumping jacks so that your blood gets flowin' and then I want you to trip with me alright? We're gonna sit on a bench together in the middle of downtown and we're gonna trip balls with each other. But we're not just gonna trip. We're gonna trip hard, k man? Like, I want you to fuckin' see people turning into legos and shit. And that's how I'm gonna say thanks for winning a match for me Rawt. I don't care if you're part of Mega Star Alliance or whatever you guys call yourself. You seem like a cool cat, man. I just wanna smoke some weed with you. Ya' dig? He stops for a second and holds up his finger indicating “one second”. He reaches into his pants pocket and removes a small glass pipe that's already packed with weed. He asks for a lighter from Steele and Steele for some reason has one. Dickie cashes the entire bowl by himself and lets out a huge puff of smoke.DAVEY DICKINSON:[/color] But like I was sayin' Starr and I...we're gonna be tag team champions! YYYYEAAAH!Jake Steele looks confused as he and Lee Homicide look at their titles. They both approach him a little bit as Davey doesn't look as confused as Steele and Lee.Steele: What do you mean you going to take our tag team titles? These titles belong to all of us, yo! Davey smirks and grabs Steele's World Title and puts it around his shoulder.DAVEY DICKINSON:[/color] Well, then I'm World Champion.Steele: Dat ain't how it works.DAVEY DICKINSON:[/color] Sure it does, man. I'm World Champion. That's it. The crowd can't help but laugh as Davey raises the title in the air in a jokingly fashion, before he puts it back in his shoulder and does a shrug similar to that of another famous wrestling pothead. Steele takes the title off of him, and instead he hands Davey his Tag Team Championship, which Davey takes with just as much pride and joy, raising it in the air the same way as he did with the World Title. Steele takes this time to explain this 'passing of the torch'.Steele: Davey, what I exactly meant was dat now, as a group we hold these tag titles. Me, you, Lee, Starr, and Train. We all own these titles, and we can all defend them in different groups for every time we defend. It's a little something I like to call da “Freebird Rule”, or better yet, we'll call it da “Steelers Rule”. And even though we can all switch around who owns da titles, I'mma do you and Starr a favor. I'mma officially... make you, Davey and you, Starr da main tag team champions! Yo first defense is da Drinkin' Bros at Spring into Hell. I know ya'll two is gonna make us all proud.Davey and Starr still both look surprised, at both announcements (especially with Starr having a familiarity with The Drinkin' Bros, you'll see more about that later) as Lee takes his tag title from his shoulder and puts it over Starr's. Starr takes the title and a smile resonates over his face, as Lee and Steele clap for the newest tag team. Suddenly, from out of nowhere Train rips the microphone out of Steele's hand, and for one reason or another, he looks pissed.Thunder Train: YOU KNOW WHAT!!??!!? I'm sick of these speeches. I'm sick of all these Road Steeler Appreciation deals. I know this isn't one of those nights but I feel as if we have to do something different. Do things the way they should be. Instead of talking about things why don't we do what we do every night and just kick some ass! THAT'S WHY I LOOK TO YOU DANNY MAINER, MAINER CORLEONE, WHATEVER YOU WANNA CALL YOURSELF!Train looks to the camera with cold eyes.Thunder Train: You have serious grudge issues man! So I have this here amulet in my possession, I got it fair and square and yet you feel as if you need to go and make my life a living hell because of it. Newsflash broski, the reason you didn't get the amulet was because you suck. And because you suck so bad you go around accusing someone by the name of Bat Train for all these things and you sell your soul to the devil just to get revenge on me! You are barking up the wrong tree in that assumption. And I think I just contradicted myself by saying that we shouldn't be talking about what we are gonna do we just do it. I guess I'll make up for it when I go out to the ring later tonight and with my mystery partner, beat Danny Mainer and whoever his sorry ass could find, for the one, a two-who, a three *CHOMP!*The rest of the Road Steelers clap and so does the audience. Train looks at them with a pleased expression on his face.Thunder Train: AND YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK ABOUT THIS HERE GROUP?.....*Smile*....I LOVE THIS GROUP! You are not gonna find a more talented group of individuals anywhere else in the world.Train looks over to his good buddy Steele and gives him a manhug. He then looks over to the other men and do the Official Road Steeler's hand gesture with them. He smirks as he stands back and hands the microphone over to Jake Steele.Steele: Ya' see, dis is why da Road Steelers are da strongest group out there today! Every single night we come out here, and we keep you all entertained! We keep you on da edge of your seat, and we keep you feignin' for more! We are da headliners, and we are what you pay to see - because we just can't be beat. MegaStar Alliance, Zero Tolerance, even Da Empire... no way. They aren't even in our league! They can't touch us, and if they try they gonna burn themselves, you dig? Oh yeah... we are da hottest group of men to ever stand in dis very ring, and I know you all can dig dat.The camera pans across the entire group, as Steele hunches his shoulders up and down and smiles. After the people viewing at home get another look at this stellar group, Steele continues.Steele: Tonight, and in just a few minutes, we will continue to prove our dominance - I will continue to prove my dominance. Mach wants to pick my poison, he wants to throw me up against Chris Phenomenal, champion vs. champion? Well it's game on now nigga. Mach don't know how long I been waitin' to get my hands on Phenomenal. I been waitin' for da day when I could shut up his bitch ass up once and for all. He likes to run his mouth about Harlem, but nothin' ever good came out of Harlem except for Mase and Killa Cam! Brooklyn run you niggas, ask anybody. Mr. Superman, allow me to introduce ya to da “Black Lantern”, da nigga who is yo kryptonite, da nigga who will show you why there ain't a goddamn thing entertaining about ya! Because I am da true entertainer, and da most ballin' muthafucka to headline ACW since... since BK London! You can't even see me dawg, you ain't even on my level, dig? And you never will be, time to face da hard facts.Steele licks his lips and shines up his title, letting everyone and most of all Chris Phenomenal catch the glow of the top tier title. It's beautiful ain't it?Steele: With dat said, I will lay out da rules one last time for all you suckas! Road Steelers ain't nothin' to fuck wit', and if you try to fuck with us, it will be another nail in ya coffin. And you know why? Shit, because we just don't give a fuck!”Dolla” by Fort Minor hits, and after that speech, the new and ever so improved group of Road Steelers all meet in the center of the ring, quite similar to last week, as they raise their hands in the circle and connect with the Steelers sign. They all laugh together, as the crowd pleasantly approves and it being the dawn of a new age in the Steelers, where everyone... sticks together.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2009 16:38:52 GMT -5
Title: It’s on! The return of Jon…aw fuck it, it’s two thugs goin’ at it. Credit: Chris Phenomenal/Jake Steele
As we return from our commercial break, "Dolla" by Fort Minor plays as the Road Steelers begin to head out the ring, before they can get their however, their music is cut off instead replaced by New Sensation by INSX stopping the Road Steelers in their tracks. The Road Steelers stop and wait for a minute but the Mega Star Alliance isn’t coming down as their music fades out, which seems to irritate Jake Steele...
Steele: Come on Mach! Come on MegaStars! You tryin' to rain on our parade, you tryin' to go, well let's go, bring yo asses out!
The threat from Jake Steele falls on deaf ears however as still there is no sign of the Mega Star Alliance.
Steele: Aight, you wanna play dat game, we can do it dat way. Boys! Get 'em.
With that the Road Steelers duck out of the ring and retreat to the back, cautious in case of a sneak attack as Jake Steele stays in the ring, talking them through watching the action on the alphatron.
Steele: Still nothin', these bitches ain't about to do nothin'.
The rest of the Road Steelers duck through the curtains, still careful in case of an ambush, however it’s looking more and more like a simply ploy in the game of one upsmanship between the Road Steelers and the Mega Star Alliance.
Steele: You see, dis is why da Road Steelers are better than da Mega Star Alliance. We come out and fight, we don’t hide like bitches behind some cheap sneak attacks. Dis is why we are da most entertaining group in ACW, and dis why we are at da top of dat mountain. MSA can't see us!
With that said Jake Steele ducks out of the ring and starts to head up the ramp until he is interrupted as Simply Phenomenal hits. Jake looks up but Chris Phenomenal isn’t anywheres to be seen. Jake brushes if off, figuring it’s just Chris trying to get into his head.
Chris Phenomenal: HEY!
This stops Jake Steele in his track as the camera finally finds Chris Phenomenal as he emerges at the top of the stairs coming in from the concourse amongst the fans, microphone in hand.[/I]
Chris Phenomenal: Where the hell do you think you’re going.
Chris Phenomenal starts walking down the stairs and ducking his way through the crowd towards Jake Steele as Jake looks at him, standing his ground.
Chris Phenomenal: We got ourselves a match tonight Jake and…
Chris pauses for a brief moment as he hops over the barricade, landing on his feet in front of Jake Steele.
Chris Phenomenal: I just figured I’d come out and…well fuck it, why wait!
WHAM! With that Chris Phenomenal slams his fist into the skull of Jake Steele, dropping the microphone in the process and the battle is on. The two kids from the streets of New York go at it as only they know how, lefts and rights connecting with the face as they brawl up back towards the ring with Chris Phenomenal in control, and then back up the ramp with Jake Steele in control. Finally it makes it’s way off the ramp as the two brawl amongst the electrical cords and other equiptment. Jake has Chris backed up but not for long as he grabs a camera and smashes it into the skull of Jake Steele, sending him back onto the ramp clutching his head. Chris climbs onto the ramp and starts to wail on Jake Steele as security makes their way down towards them, 20 men strong to break the two apart.
Chris Phenomenal: Let me at ‘em, I’m going to get him right here. He ain’t worth shit, he ain’t nothin’. He’s a paper champ.
Steele: Fuck dis shit son, let me get at dat fuckin' non entertaining pussy!
Security holds the two apart for another moment but Jake Steele is the first one to break free. Going flying over the security guards into Chris Phenomenal and knocking him off the ramp on the other side taking 4 security guards with him. Jake starts throwing punches of his own before taking the camera cord and wrapping it around the neck of Chris Phenomenal and pulling as hard as he can. More security comes to try and break the two up but they want stop, Chris trying to break free, Jake trying to strangle him to death.
Gingerdude: BREAK IT UP, BREAK IT UP.
The chances of Jake and Chris simply giving into a break it up chant are slim to none as Chris has broken free of the cord and whips Jake into the steel barricade.
Gingerdude: There’s nothing I’d love more in this world than to take the titles off the two of you and put them on someone more deserving, someone who can conduct themselves with class and represent this company in a dignified way and if you too don’t stop I will do it, right here right now.
The threat stops Chris in his tracks as he had Jake Steele lined up for a vicious Superman Punch. Jake takes the opportunity to get a cheap shot in on Chris and this starts the entire fracas again. Security tries to separate the two but they stop going after each other for a second and take out a handful of security guards a piece before turning there attention back to one another.
Gingerdude: Fine, if that’s the way you want it. I..
The two stop fighting for a brief instant, enough to allow the extra, extra security to finally get things under control. The ratio about thirty to one. Jake and Chris both search for a way out but not spying one finally give in as Gingerdude looks on, a little less uptight now. Gingerdude: I’m not going to worry about you two ruining my show this evening with your antics. So security escort these two men down to the ring, as their scheduled match is next and to make sure you two don‘t just forget about the rules, I‘m going to throw them out, as your match is now going to be NO DISQUALIFCATION!!!
With that the referee comes down the walk and the security details escort Chris and Jake down to the ring as we take a brief commercial break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2009 16:39:15 GMT -5
Segment: A Reputation to Uphold ( Credit: Rawt) ”Doo da Boom Boom Boom, bood a bood booda boom! Da Da BOOM BOOM BOOM! Bood a bood booda boom! Da Da BOOM BOOM BOOM, booda bood booda boom!! BOOM BOOM BOOM!”
“Steve walks warily down the street, With the brim pulled way down low! Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet, Machine guns ready to go! Are you ready, hey! Are you ready for this? Are you hanging on the edge of your seat? Out of the doorway the bullets rip, HEY! To the sound of the beat, YEEEEAH!”
ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST!
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*BAM* ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST!
*BANG*
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*BAM* ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST!
*BANG*
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*BAM* The sounds and spectacles of fireworks nearly ripping through the arena amaze the crowd as Rawt, The UNDEFEATED ACW SUPERSTAR, comes down the ramp of the arena, snapping his fingers to the sound of the beat. His theme song continues to play as his manager WCW follows close behind him. The crowd give him a mixed reaction. He gets into the ring and then lowers the ropes so WCW can enter. He takes a mic from one of the workers on the outside. WCW applauds Rawt once hes in the ring and Rawt pounds his chest before taking the mic to his lips...he points at the titantron...Rawt: Do you see what THIS is? 10-0 The crowd cheersRawt: Correct, it is the ACW's Greatest Money Maker. The Chairman knows this all too well - and it is primarily the reason I am here! Food is a nice perk too - but hey you get what you give right? I've decimated opponent after opponent... A clip flickers on the titantron showing multiple people on the recieving end of a RAWT SHOT. It doesn't appear anybody has been able to take out The Crippler since he has returned....Rawt: Every single one of them met the same fate...they were dealing with a man who can defy all odds and take on all obstacles! You look at a man, who is a lover, a charmer...a future champion....someone who can take himself to the limit...I am this man! SO I ANNOUNCE TO YOU, MY FANS - MY ENEMIES OF ACW....THE FIRST EVER ACW OPEN CHALLENGE GAUNTLET! THIS SATURDAY, SEE THE CRIPPLER GO 12-0! Edison: DANNNNGERROUUUS!!!!McNally: What an announcement!The shock of the crowd makes the arena go dead silent as Rawt drops the mic and WCW continues to clap his hands as the scene fades out...Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2009 16:40:21 GMT -5
”Minato Travels” Credit: Danny Mainer Returning to Japan for a few nights over the course of the weekend Danny Mainer has dropped the mafia gimmick in order to chillax in his brand new apartment overlooking the edge of famous port town Minato, one of the major metropolis areas in Japan. Sat on the balcony of his apartment either side of a Beer Cooler is Raymond King and Danny Mainer kicking back on deck chairs enjoying the baking hot East Asian sun as the summer heat looks to kicks things up to boiling point with all of the global warming and stuff like that. Mainer sips from the bottle of Sopporu Black Label beer sighing as the beverage sooths his throat. King crosses his legs over as he plays some random shooting game on his iPhone enjoying the summer heat in the hopes of getting a tan. Mainer kicks his legs over the edge of the chair and looks at the balcony floor before heaving himself off the chair.
The Made Man walks to the edge of the balcony and looks down at the bustling busy coast before him and he smiles at its now familiarity. It’s a beautiful city and the scent of the sea is a refreshing one which drifts up his nose almost tantalizingly. He sighs with pleasure, his relief obvious as Raymond King soon joins next to him. The two men look at the city beneath them with the same thoughts in their head.Raymond King: ”Y’know, it’s unbelievable how beautiful this city actually is. I mean, the women are great, the beer is awesome and quite frankly the architecture is unbelievable. Danny you can’t say you don’t like it here.” Danny Mainer: ”Never suggested anything of the sort! See man, when I see this city I don’t just see a city with beautiful things and beautiful people. I see my own reflection because I know it’s only a matter of time before I OWN Japan. That nightclub is gonna’ be the hottest thing in Japan and man, I just can’t wait to truly sink my teeth into the culture here. I mean, I’m only a tourist now but wait ‘til we get involved and connected.”Raymond King: ”Tom Cruise can’t stop us now, we’re gonna’ run this city and-.”Ray’s phone starts to buzz off in his pocket. He whips it out.Raymond King: ”Hello?”Takeshi Hata: “Mr. King, it’s me Takeshi. Come down to the general store across the road. There’s some people we’d like you to meet.” Raymond King: ”Oh?”Takeshi Hata: “Yeah, come on down. You’ll see.” Raymond King; ”Alright man we’ll be down in five.”Takeshi Hata: “Cool.” Raymond hangs up and Mainer looks at him concerned somewhat.Danny Mainer: ”Where we going?”Raymond King: ”Downstairs, Takeshi wants us to meet someone.”In a brief fade, both men reappear on screen standing outside of the general store in Minato. Both men walk through the door and are greeted by warmly by a large number of people who celebrate their arrival by walking towards them to handshake. Takeshi stands between Mainer and King putting his hands on both their shoulders cockily.Takeshi Hata: “This my friends is everyone in the neighbourhood that you will ever need to know.” A small woman in her early twenties walks forward to Mainer and Raymond and bows before both of them who return the courtesy.Sakura Uzamaki: “I’m Sakura Uzamaki, I run the chemists around here. Pleasured to meet you.” Both smile warmly at her as she moves out of the way for a portly man with a skinhead haircut and glasses, the kind of guy you wouldn’t want to get into a fight with.Yuji Sato: “Yuji Sato, I run Killer Tunes the music shop a few blocks down. We’re going through a major boom period in selling all kinds of trance albums, it’s sweet.” Mainer and King both bow before him and he returns the favour as a tallish, thin, good looking guy with blonde highlights in his black hair wanders forward with a big-ass cheesy grin demonstrating his world-class pearly whites.Fujiwara Kabudo: “Fujiwara Kabudo, I’m the presenter of Japan’s biggest gameshow, The Vaginalympics! Welcome to Minato brothers and as I always say on the gameshow, will it be bro’s or hoes hahaha, right? You’ll have to be a special super mega fun guest sometime!” As the two guys continue to meet and greet people, it becomes apparent that Takeshi has just fully dragged them both into the beating heart of Minato. The men and women they exchange greetings with now are all gateways to their domination of Minato and soon Mainer will be comfortable settled in his new home. Having a home-field advantage is always one that Mainer is proud of and it appears he’s finally amongst his own here in Minato.FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2009 16:41:17 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Awh Shiet! (Credit: Jonny Spade)
Thursday Night Meltdown May 7th 2009 – After the tag team match
With moments ago just finishing his tag team match and finding out about Gooey, Jonny rushed down to the parking garage and into his car and rushed to his hotel room. Low – and - behold as the note has said, Gooey was found laid out in the room with the room ransacked and destroyed. Jonny makes his way over to Gooey who is seen laid out under broken lamps and flipped mattresses. Jonny clears the space and aids to his former partner.
Jonny: Please tell me you know who did this to you…
Gooey nods.
Jonny: Good because NOW I think it be a good time to head to the cops.
Gooey: I don’t think that be such a good idea.
Jonny: And why not?
Gooey: Because the betting was illegal. If I happen to go to the cops about betting illegally and owing money then I will end up in jail and I don’t want to go to jail!
Gooey was right and Jonny knew it which killed him the most. After looking over the injuries on Gooey’s body all it seems is that Gooey got just banged up with a few scrapes and bruises. He definitely got worse beating back in the day.
Jonny: Well you look to be in good condition but I think it be best if you got yourself checked out by some doctors. If they ask what happens we will just say you got robbed on the street and I fought them off.
Gooey: How?
Jonny: Random steel pipe laying on the street. And then after that we plan on getting some retribution G-Unit styles.
Gooey: Mortal Kombat?
Jonny: Why play a video game when we can reinact it live?
Gooey: This is gonna end up being a “Don’t try this at home” plan wont it?
Jonny: Definitely.
Just then Jonny turns his head and sees an envelope on the desk adressed to Jonny and he goes to it and looks at it it says:
Dear Mr. Spade,
Damn you move fast, you didnt give me alot of time to make my getaway but I managed. If you feel like discussing these matters with me that you seemed to have found yourself in, you can find me at Spring into Hell on the 16th. I hope to see you there.
Signed,
Mr. Willmington.
Jonny: Perfect.
End scene
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2009 16:41:49 GMT -5
Match 1: Jake Steele vs. Chris Phenomenal (Credit: Chris P)
The Beginning
Steele and CP started in the ring brawling but the ring couldn’t contain these two for long, the action eventually spilling out of the ring as CP had control, they brawled over the guard rail and then back towards ringside before eventually back over the guard rail with eventually Chris taking it to Jake Steele with a few rights on the outside and then slamming him face first on the steel steps. CP quickly went and grabbed a steel chair and came back looking to slam Steele’s head with it but Jake caught him with a toe kick, a right hand and then a DDT right onto the steel chair that Chris had planned to use on him. Jake then went under the ring to grab something of his own, coming out with a wooden baseball bat, and lined CP up as he tried to get to his feet. Once he was their Steele swung for the fences but missed as Chris ducked out of the way and the bat splintered on impact with the steel steps. Chris was quickly into action kicking Steele in the thigh and then grabbing the other portion of the Steele bat as the two began to fence, simulating a good old fashioned knife fight from the streets of New York.
The Middle[/u]
Eventually Steele with the stronger portion was able to knock the wood away from Chris but this gave Chris the opportunity to come inside with a knee, pausing Steele enough so that he was able to fire him into the guardrail. In retaliation for the previous choke fest Chris grabbed hold of the electrical cords and wrapped them around the throat of Jake Steele trying to take all the life out of him. The referee could do nothing to break it and all seemed lost for Jake Steele, that is however until a stray elbow caught Chris in the gonads, forcing the grip on the cord to be loosened enough for Jake Steele to reverse out and then start to choke Chris out once again. Chris wasn’t going to take this however, slowly lifting Jake Steele up into a piggy back position and even with the cord wrapped around his throat lifted him up and planted him with a death valley driver right through the announce table, it shattering on impact forcing the hold to be loosened. Chris posed over him for a moment before throwing him back into the ring. Chris covered him but was only able to get a two count as Jake instinctively got his foot on the ropes.
The End[/u]
Chris rolled off figuring he had the match won as he lined Jake up for the Superman DDT. Jake was slow to get to his feet and Chris was fast to lock it in but as he lifted Jake up for it and spun him around Jake countered right into the three 38, his devesating submission maneuver, Chris tried to fight out of it but couldn’t, tried rolling through it and was able to get a two count before Jake was able to roll himself over and now Chris had put himself smack in the middle of the ring. Chris slowly but surely made his way to the ropes, even with Jake trying his hardest to put a stop to it before finally pulling out of the hold for a second in order to pull Chris back to the middle of the ring. Chris tried to fight back to the ropes for a second time and got there, getting his finger tips on them but Jake pulled him off and back into the middle of the ring. Being trapped in the hold for over four minutes all but was the end of Chris Phenomenal, who tried to fight back to the ropes but eventually the pain was too much. However valiant he was he collapsed in pain, never submitting but definitely out cold as the referee was forced to ring the bell.
The Winner
By Referee Stoppage following a Three 38...JAKE STEELE[/u][/I]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2009 16:42:07 GMT -5
Bedfellows? No homo. Credit: Andrew Black
Together in a hallway stand “Dangerous” Nicholas Alger and Andrew Black. Alger keeps offering Black chances to have the Fallout Openweight Champion as a trainer, but Black keeps refusing. Tonight though, they are going to have to work together as “strange bedfellows.” [/i] Andrew Black: Oh…well that makes a whole lot more sense. Nicholas Alger: What did you think Strange Bedfellows meant? Andrew Black: I had no fucking clue, but bedfellows doesn’t have the best connotations. Nicholas Alger: Kids these days… Awkward silence falls over the enemies until the younger of the two speaks up. Andrew Black: So, I guess we are partners then. Nicholas Alger: Yes. I guess this gives me a chance to show off what I can teach you. Andrew Black: The only thing you can teach me is how to lose to Rawt. Nicholas Alger: Clever. Well I will you see you in the ring. Andrew Black: Right on. Get ready to learn a thing or two. DNA smirks before he turns and walks away. Andrew Black stays and watches his temporary tag team partner walk away. And as soon as he is out of sight, he takes off in the opposite direction. Sprinting down the corridors of the ACW Arena like he has traveled down the hallways a million times before. After several twists and turns, he makes it to his destination. He opens the door to Gingerdude’s office and the Chairman turns around to face the young superstar. Andrew Black:[/color] So this is going to happen? Gingerdude: Yes. Andrew Black:[/color] All of it, including the- Gingerdude: Yes, I just got the ok. Gingerdude swivels around in his office chair and takes a page out of his fax machine. In one swift movement, he finishes the one hundred and eighty degree rotation and hangs the paper to Andrew Black, who takes a seat on the opposite site of Gingerdude’s desk. Excited, Black’s eyes move back and forth across the page and when he finishes, he smiles wide. Andrew Black:[/color]Excellent. Fade to Black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2009 16:44:21 GMT -5
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Ginger: ...
Rena: In 2008, you and I were very close and since my shares were strong within the company I was able to pull out an unsackable clause in the contract. You agreed and signed to this.
Anna Sommers-Joseph: You have to be kidding me! Father, how could you?
Ginger: I ... I wish she was ...
Rena: Thank you, Misono. Can you take this and the bags to my office please?
handing Misono the contract, the younger sister strutted out of sight towards the office of Rena Matheson to place the bags inside
Anna Sommers-Joseph: So what does this mean?
Rena: Well, this means I am reinstated in the company. I have also decided that Anna and I will be having a match on Saturday.
Ginger: I won't allow it!
Rena: Oh yes you will, Ginger. You see, having shares gives me access to a lot of company information, especially the 'numbers' that were crunched and had me fired a week ago. It turns out, actually, that there were no numbers and therefore you fired me without any cause. I don't know if you're following me, but that is a breach of contract and an offense that as the offended party could sue. Now, you don't want a lawsuit on your hands. So you WILL make the match, won't you?
Ginger: Anna, don’t ....
Anna Sommers-Joseph: Over my dead body!
Rena: Fine with me! Be a good girl and show up otherwise I’ll take you two for everything your worth. Now, if you excuse me I have to go see Aiden. I'm sure he missed me in my absence.
Anna Sommers-Joseph: You fucking bitch!
Anna threw herself towards Rena, pushing her up against the wall. Anna's strength, however, was overpowered by Rena's and soon Anna was pushed at full speed against the wall. Ginger, in a panic, grabbed Rena by the shoulders and pulled her back. Rena struggled, but eventually she was put in a full nelson by Ginger, leaving her open for an attack by Anna. Anna smiled, winding up for a punch
SMASH
The shattered glass from what seemed to be a vase slid across the floor. Ginger shot to the ground, revealing Misono standing over him with a grin. The flowers which were being held by the vase were now laying across Ginger's unconscious body. Anna screamed for medics, and tried for a quick escape but it failed by Rena's hands. Rena grabbed hold of Anna and threw her towards Misono. Laughing, Misono put Anna into a full nelson leaving her now exposed for an attack by Rena. Anna struggled, but she was eventually struck down by Rena's fists. As she lay on the ground, both Misono and Rena continued to add to her injury by repeatedly kicking her in the midsection. After they had had enough, they both composed themselves and smiled to each other. Rena bent down to Anna's body, and kissed her on the cheek.
Rena: See you on Saturday, babe.
[fade]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2009 16:45:01 GMT -5
Segment: The Pablo Crisis, Part 4: Juu Are Special (Credit: Lee)
It has been almost a year since Pablo took Lee under his wing. Lee is known quite an underground phenomenon, winning big fights left and right and gaining respect for himself as well as Pablo. Only sixteen years of age, no one would expect Lee to be as untouchable as he became. He wasn’t Pablo’s only fighter, of course, as there are three others that was amongst the top four on Pablo’s list, with a couple of other random filler guys that are--according to Pablo--expendable. That really meant that those guys were in the fights for the sole purpose of getting killed to fulfill the bloodlust of the audience. Lee didn’t know any of this though, and despite the fact that he usually wins his fights by knock out, he made sure none of his opponents were dead, something Pablo always urged him to reconsider during a fight. The other three fighters have a couple of fatalities, i.e. kills, under their belts despite not being half as good nor marketable as Lee is, but Lee simply did not want to do it.
He was making money though. Even though it was a 70/30% between Pablo and all his fighters, they all make respectable amount of money due to the fact that Pablo’s Four, as the others would call it, usually garner quite a lot of attention which meant that more money was put to the table for every fight they were in. Lee only went to school when he felt like it, as he spent more time partying and fighting than picking up a book. He still read occasionally, not completely brainwashed by his new lifestyle, but it wasn’t a priority to him anymore. As far as he could tell, he was set, and didn’t have a thing to worry about.
Since his dad didn’t come home for months now, Lee decided to move into the “dorm” with the other three fighters working under Pablo: Fernando, Chris and Xavier. Pablo of course had no problems with it, knowing how valuable Lee was to him.
Pablo: Get settled in vato, Juu are like family here. Whatever Juu need, I will be around.
Closing the door behind him, Lee was left alone with the other three, as he dumped his stuff on the nearest bunk he found.
Xavier: Ahem.
Lee: What?
Xavier: That’s my bunk.
Xavier and Lee never got along, despite the fact that they are both Pablo’s favorites. Xavier’s hatred for Lee perhaps stems from the fact that Lee kind of replaced him as the “top dog” amongst Pablo’s fighters, something Xavier once cherished when he had it. Not to mention the fact that he is very unimpressed by anything Lee does, looking down at him as he stands way over six foot tall, he never saw Lee as a threat. And now having to accept Lee as if he was his superior eats him up inside.
Lee: The bunk’s empty, as far as I can see.
Xavier: I told you IT IS MINE!.
Fernando: C’mon, X, we don’t want no trouble here.
Lee: No one is on it, so I don’t think it is yours, no.
Lee made to move towards the bunk again, until Xavier gets right in the way between the bunk and Lee, towering above him as Lee looked up with a defiant look on his face.
Xavier: Did you not hear me, boy?
Lee: Get outta my face.
Xavier: Say that again and I will cut your fucking tongue out. We’ll see how many tongues you’ve got left for your little comebacks.
Before Lee could say anything else, Xavier grabbed onto him and bulrushes him towards the wall, slamming him hard against it as Lee throws up his arms to protect what would be a hard combo of left and right shots, aiming for his head, his jaw, his temple, trying to inflict as much as pain as possible.
Xavier: Say WHAT about my mother? You wanna fucking die son?
Fernando and Chris grabbed onto Xavier and pulled him back, trying to refrain him from hitting Lee again but Lee was not going to take a beating like that and do nothing about it. He ran and jumped onto Xavier, elbowing his forehead with precision, busting him up until Chris pulled him off of him. Xavier remained on the ground, quite shocked that Lee so easily drew blood out of him, as Lee shouted insults behind the massive arms of Chris.
Lee: You wanna fuck with me? Do you think what the FUCK I’m gonna do to you!? Fuck outta here you spandex wearin’ bitch!
The door opened and Pablo entered the room again, his eyebrows coming so closely together to form an irritated frown. He looked at Lee being held back by Chris and Xavier bleeding on the ground and back to Lee again, before speaking.
Pablo: What is the problem here?
Xavier was quick to reply.
Xavier: This runt here! He attacked me! I mean, look!
He motioned at his bleeding forehead, trying to sway Pablo onto his side.
Lee: Stop bein’ a pussy, you fight for livin’ dawg. Be actin’ like a real bitch right now.
Pablo chuckled, much to Xavier’s displeasure.
Xavier: You gonna let this punk get away with that? Pablo, he fucking attacked me man!
Pablo: It’s SENIOR Del Santo to Juu, and don’t think I am blind, I see how Juu look at Lee. Jealous ones envy, tengo razón?
Xavier slowly got up, and his facial expression told everyone that he was really, really pissed off.
Xavier: Listen, you fucking Cuban. Before this half breed came along, who made you all your money, eh? Who was the guy that put YOU on the map? ME! And you wanna just fuck around with me like that?
Pablo: Hahaha. Juu put me on the map? Who were Juu before I found Juu, eh? A windowcleaner. Juu made less than my driver, holmes. Cobarde patético, at least have the coraje to admit Juu had a beef with Lee here. Juu disgust me, esse.
Xavier had enough of Pablo’s talking and got right into his face, only to have Pablo answer him with a vicious headbutt, sending him back on the ground, bleeding even worse than he did before.
Pablo: I don’t want no cobarde fighting for me. Juu are out of here, ano. Vamanos!
Pablo motioned for Chris and Fernando to throw him out, and they did so obediently. He then turned towards Lee, with the room empty, and his lips curled into the same sinister smile Lee is accustomed to seeing.
Pablo: Nothing to worry about. Juu are like a son to me, any one of them are replaceable. But Juu? Juu are special. Everything here is Juu’res for the taking. They mess with Juu? They answer to me.
He patted Lee on the back as he walked out, with this incident highlighting how close Pablo and Lee once were. Pablo, renowned mobster who had everything within his fingertips, invested money and time into Lee, a troubled youth who had the knack of getting himself into trouble, an unlikely combination that dominated the underground fighting scene for a long stretch of time. It is amazing how things were then. And if you told Lee that nearly a decade later, he would be wishing death upon the same man that told him he was “like a son to him,” Lee would probably laugh at your face.
How things can change over time, eh?
To be continued.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2009 16:45:27 GMT -5
Stipulations? So Can I! Dan White We're just five days from Spring Into Hell, an often over-looked PPV which will sort out the men from the boys, and sort out who looks towards Omega Effect V as a champion, or a failure. And one man who knows that he has to make an impression, is the Welshman, Dan White. No longer contracted to ACW, he has managed to irk off one man too many, and he now faces Dave Shadow on Saturday. It's going to be a grudge match to end all grudge matches.
And the camera opens up to a resounding pop from the Turkish crowds, who welcome Dan as he makes his way through the backstage corridors. He rats-a-tap taps on the door of the Chairman, and a voice tells him to walk through, to which the Welsh Dragon does so. There are heavy boos from the crowd, as Gingerdude looks up from his desk, and grimaces as he looks at Dan.Gingerdude: Well, well, well. Look who it is. Dan smirks at Gingerdude.Gingerdude: I suppose I should offer a seat. Dan White: I'm okay standing, Ginger. Ginger squints his eyes at the man who he's attempted to get rid of so deeply over the last couple of months.Gingerdude: I guess I should tell you why I've asked you here. Dan snorts with muffled laughter.Dan White: Haha, yeah, that'd be a great fucking help, you know. Gingerdude: Well, I'd ask you to refrain from swearing under my presence, but I guess I cannot force you to do anything here anymore. Dan White: I guess that's true, Gingerpubes. Trying to ignore Dan's snide comments, Ginger continues.Gingerdude: Anyways, as a non-contracted man now, I have to say that I fear for the interests of my company. I fear that you may attempt to sabotage this place, perhaps try and break down the company on the grounds of revenge. Dan raises an eyebrow in confusion, as Ginger confuses.Gingerdude: So as a result, and a precautionary measure, I have made myself the guest referee for your match against Dave Shadow. Boo! I can hear you all! Especially those in the chat room! What a heinous and devilish act committed by ACW's chairman. You all wanted to see Dan White smash Dave Shadow into bits at Spring Into Hell! This is now, surely, ruined! What a jerk.
Gingerdude: I hope you understand.
Dan takes a step back, and lowers his head, with disgust. He places his hands on his hips, turning his head to one side. He goes to turn it to the other, before turning back, and noticing a poster on the wall. It is the Spring Into Hell poster, reading some of the matches so far announced for the show. Including “Dan White vs. Dave Shadow”. And quickly, an idea pops into Dan's head.
Dan White: I see you're advertising my match with Dave as one of the main matches, yeah?
Gingerdude: That is correct...
Dan White: And I assume you're using that match as pulling power to get as many buys as possible, yeah?
Gingerdude's answer is this time more cautious.
Gingerdude: ...yes...
Dan White: Well how about we do this. I reject your offer of a match, your Pay Per View bombs, you get a massive shot to the leg, and the company suffers.
Ginger's eyes widen, but he quickly tries to blutter his way out of the situation.
Gingerdude: N-Ah, bu-but you wouldn't do that! What about your fans?
Dan White: Heh, my fans, eh? They're the thousands of people watching here in Turkey, and the millions watching at home! And if I ain't on TV, they're gonna suffer, mate. So you agree to my proposal. You can be special guest referee. But the match is No Disqualifications!
Cheer from the crowd. Ginger grits his teeth, but sighs, knowing that he has to give in to Dan's demands. Not to say he's happy at all, being demanded these proposals from a non-contracted wrestler.
Gingerdude: All right. Fine. You get your No Disqualifications.
Dan smiles.
Dan White: Excellent. I'll see you at Spring Into Hell.
Gingerdude: Yes, you will.
Dan, with what is the first smirk in a long time in this company, leaves the room, and shuts the door behind him. As he does so, a thought pops into his head.
Dan White: So, I can do anything I want, eh?
...Uh-oh....
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2009 16:49:11 GMT -5
Match 2: Strange Bedfellows Match Andrew Black and DNA vs. Davey Dickinson and Rawt (Credit: Andrew Black) Match: Andrew Black and DNA vs. Davey Dickenson and Rawt Ross Strange Bedfellows Match Credit: Andrew Black
BEGINNING After long decision processes between the two teams of enemies to see who would start, Andrew Black and Rawt Ross. The Crippler approaches the much smaller Andrew Black and tries to grab him but Black keeps him back with several warning kicks. The match eventually gets underway as Rawt begins to work on the rookie to the squared circle. After a series of slams that bring Black to the mat, Mr. Make You Tap reverses an attempt at a powerbomb with a few swift punches and manages to tag in DNA. But even with DNA in, Rawt kept control of the match with his slams. MIDDLE Now Rawt and Davey are working well together, using quick tags and the five seconds rule, the team keeps the Fallout Openweight Champion on their side of the ring. The team works and works, getting two-count after two-count. Davey has DNA on his knees in a sleeper hold and the crowd begins to chant. The Fallout Champion works his way to his feet. He eventually breaks free of the grip and dives to the corner to tag in Andrew Black. Black gets to work, taking down Davey Dickinson with his Exploding Knee. Looking like he is focused on Davey, Black lunged back and elbows Rawt off the the apron. END Rawt recovers from the elbow and enters the ring, causing the recovered DNA to enter the ring. An all out brawl ensues. Rawt drops Black with a big boot, DNA brings Rawt to the mat with the a chop block. The now risen Davey throws DNA over the top rope but Black jumps on Davey and looks in his Grapevine version of the Black Out. Rawt gets to his feet, but is pulled out of the ring by DNA. Davey Dickinson falls to the ground, almost securing victory for Andrew Black. Rawt hits DNA with a massive right hand and gets back into the ring to help his partner. But he is too late, Mr Make You Tap has indeed made Davey tap to the Black Out. Winners: Andrew Black and DNA
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2009 16:49:46 GMT -5
After match Shtick Creidt: Andrew Black DNA enters he ring to celebrate the victory, but Andrew Black lashes out with a superkick that hits the Fallout Superstar square in the jaw. DNA grabs his face and the crowd boos as Andrew Black gets a microphone. Andrew Black: DNA, I am sorry, I have some bad news. After what happened here tonight, I am convinced that I do not need to wrestle you at Spring into Hell for your learning experience bullshit! The crowd boos as Andrew Black walks around the carnage that he caused in the ring. Its hard to tell if DNA can even hear what Black is saying over the ringing in his ears. Andrew Black: But I will wrestle you at Spring into Hell. For this. Andrew walks over to the timekeeper who hands over a piece of paper and the Fallout Openweight Title. The crowd boos louder as Mr. Make You Tap throws the title belt that is not his over his own shoulder. Andrew Black: And according to this signature from Biff Taylor, the Fallout Chairman, I have permission to wrestle you for this title belt this Saturday. So do you accept? Sarcastically, he puts the microphone up to DNA’s mouth, but to his dismay the Fallout superstar musters up enough energy to speak. Nicholas Alger: Bring……….. it. The crowd erupts and Andrew Black pulls the microphone away quickly before this situation turns on him. He drops the contract and the title in the ring and leaves with a smirk on his face and his head held high. Hopefully the result will be similar come Saturday.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2009 16:51:43 GMT -5
Haas: "YEAH!" By Dave Shadow As we cut backstage, we find ourselves in the ever-plush, ever-magnificent Zero Tolerance dressing room. Dave Shadow sits in it alone, lying with his head back against the side of the couch he has positioned himself on. A face cloth is draped over his eyes, as he holds his hand up to his head. The door to the dressing room opens up, as Gingerdude walks in. He spots Dave lying on the couch and, with his hands on his hips, lets out a cough.
Dave: Yes? Who’s there?Gingerdude: Dave, what’s wrong? I swear to God when I saw you this morning, you were absolutely fine. Dave: Well, I’m not too sure. I think I’m coming down with something.Dave puts his hand over his mouth, and lets off some really fake sounding coughs. He lifts the face cloth off one eye, peering out to see if Gingerdude is buying it? From the dead-pan look on his face and the folded arms, it’s obvious he is not. Dave puts the cloth down again, and starts making some groaning noises.
Gingerdude: Dave, what is this about? Dave: About? Oh, sir, it’s about nothing other than the fact I’ve obviously come down with something very severe. It could be Swine flu! Maybe you should go ahead and cancel the match tonight or something? Cause...you know....I wouldn’t want to infect anyone. Gingerdude: Wait, you want me to cancel the match with XS3 tonight? Dave: Yeah, sounds good. Go for it. Thanks.Gingerdude stares at him, trying to figure out what’s wrong. After a few seconds of silence, Dave looks out from underneath the cloth again.
Dave: Wut? Gingerdude: Why do you want the match cancelled? Dave: Cause I’m sick.Again, Dave lets out a little cough. Gingerdude tilts his head. Dave sighs and sits up, staring up into his bosses eyes.
Dave: Ok, look. I’ve got a big match this week against Dan White. This is, in every sense of the word, the biggest match of my career. Beating him could launch me dramatically up that ladder. So I don’t think I should have to face XS3 here tonight. I mean, if Dan got the night off, I think it would be completely unfair for me to have to face someone like XS3.Gingerdude: Dave...you made the challenge! Dave: I know. But still. I didn’t know I’d be facing Dan at the weekend then. If I face XS3, then I risk wasting a lot of my energy and possibly getting injured.Gingerdude sighs and sits down beside Dave. Sinking back into the couch, he looks for the right words to try and motivate him.
Gingerdude: The fight isn’t going to be cancelled. Dave, you’re going to go out there tonight and you’re going to kick XS3’s ass. For numerous reasons. For one, you need to avenge that loss you had last week. You need to go and show the Mega Star Alliance that they shouldn’t ignore the potential which Zero Tolerance currently contains. Dave: Listen, Gingerdude. I know I can beat XS3. That’s not why I’m suggesting the match be postponed...
Gingerdude: Oh, of course not. I just thought that maybe your confidence was feeling a little bit beaten down after your loss to Mach last week. I mean, it was pretty decisive.
Dave: Don’t you dare start that shit up again.
Gingerdude:...and I would have thought you’d have been wanting to get a shot at someone like XS3. I mean, I know you said that a win over Dan White would be a huge deal, and it would. But imagine what a win over XS3 would do for you Dave. This is the man who only a month ago was main eventing an ACW Pap per view. A win over XS3 would surely show the world that you deserve a title shot soon. Don’t you think?
Dave: Well, I do deserve a title shot.
Gingerdude: Of course you do. And while I understand you aren’t afraid of XS3, some people may see it that way. Not I. I know you want to go out there tonight, and kick his ass.
Dave: Yeah.
Gingerdude: And I know you can kick his ass.
Dave: Yeah!
Gingerdude: So tonight, you’re going to go out to that ring, and you’re going to look XS3 in the face, and you’re going to say “XS3! I’m going to kick your ass!”
Dave: YEAH!
Dave stands up, his fist raised beside his head. Gingerdude shoots up and stands beside him, the two looking off into the distance.
Gingerdude: And Dan White will see that you kicked XS3’s ass, and he will quiver in his boots. Hell, he might not even bother showing up on Sunday. Tonight, you can go out there, beat XS3 and show the world why you, Dave Shadow, are the future of ACW.
DAVE: YEAAAAAHHH!
Gingerdude: Great. Good luck tonight.
Gingerdude pats Dave on the back and quickly leaves the motivated Dave again. Dave looks up with his fist raised in a triumphant pose.
Dave: YEAAAA.....wait, WHAT!?!?
Dave looks round for Gingerdude, only now realising he is gone.
Dave: What the hell just happened there? God damn it!
Dave slumps back in the couch again, wallowing in self-pity, as we...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2009 16:52:09 GMT -5
Segment: Volatile situation (Credit: XS3)
(OOC Note: The following segment does not reflect any views I may have against anyone IRL. I LOVE YOU ALL... except for Train. >_> Nah, I think Train is a pretty cool guy, ehhh always hungry and doesn't afraid of anything.)
To the back we go. As we take a look at the area, we see a locker room, void of any socializing or fun times. Instead, we see XS3, wearing his ring attire, a hoody and a skull cap. There isn't a smirk to be seen on his face; there is only anger. Just moments before he heads out to face Dave Shadow, XS3 looks like he has something on his mind. And if you know XS3, you know he's going to say it regardless of anyone's feelings.
XS3: You honestly think I'm SURPRISED? You honestly want me to come out here and do this whole "I got played for a sucker thing but I'll get you"? No fucking way in hell am I going to degrade myself to say something like that. I'm going to speak from what I feel is the truth. Since everyone here likes to see someone go out of their fucking mind once in a while, here I am to go out of my fucking mind on all of you inbred retards. Listen and listen good.
If I had any doubt as to how bad of shape this company is, Thursday sealed the deal for me. You have a stoner and a failed rockstar joining up with a group of blubbering man-children, clinging to their dicks while they beg for a suck-off. I've made it clear that I no longer care about the Road Steelers but you would think they'd have better judgment. That's what everyone in this place sorely lacks nowadays... Judgment. Everyone has to look out for each other nowadays. I would know what that would feel like. I've had to look out for everyone and their fucking dog ever since I came back to this shithole in August of 2008. Do any of you remember when I had a singles career aside from last month? Yeah, me either. I guess it's been that long because I have been time and time and time again SHOVED into the background while everyone else gets their way like spoiled rotten brats. I don't care if it was in the Entourage or in the Road Steelers. I am SICK and goddamn TIRED of having this happen to me. I am SICK and TIRED of watching everyone else get what they want while I am constantly leapfrogged and ignored. Just like that one time in February this year...
Jay Zero, I'm talking to you "buddy"! You only picked Jake Steele to be your #1 contender because you were afraid that lightning would not strike twice! You went with the easy route because you were fucking afraid of me! You knew without that fat bastard saving your ass, you would have seen me save this company from near bankruptcy. But that wasn't in your agenda, was it? You all knew that these puppets wanted to see Jake Steele fight you because that was the predictable way to go. Even though you hated the fans, you were just like them and you wanted them to be happy. Well, guess what? Now you're a cripple and you have nowhere else to go. You're going to collect dust, rot in the hospital and watch as your failed commissionership leaves a black eye on everyone you have affected. I hope you're watching intently, Jay, because I'm here to tell you that if I ever see your face in public again, I won't break knees... I am going to shove my size 15 so far up your ass, you'll be shitting leather for the next ten years.
And as far as my "best friend" in this business goes, namely Senator Steve Phillips, let me just wave my middle finger in your direction, you senile old pussy! You want to rage on people like Hunter and Scott Andrews holding you back? You're dumber than I thought; those were people who saved your broken ass time and time again. And now all of a sudden, you want to think you tried doing me a favor by refereeing my match with Jake Steele? You wanted to teach him a lesson? What is that going to prove? We all know how bad you suck when it comes to world title matches. Yeah yeah, pot calling kettle black, shut the fuck up. You know why people betrayed you left and right? They were sick of your soapbox preaching about "honor" and "loyalty". I've been hearing that for nine goddamn years and it's gotten me bullshit in return. If you had any honor in you, you would have put Gary out of his misery. You would have allowed Gary to rest comfortably from his home. And you ruined it. You ruined his one chance to sit back and reflect on his soiled career. Do me a favor Steve and get yourself impeached. You're no better than a certain governor I could name.
I hope you're all happy with this promo. I hope it makes you side with me or against me. It's not going to matter anymore. I am heading to Rome, Italy for our Spring Into Hell PPV and I am going to do battle with Adrian Flamingo, your hero. I've heard a lot of old people say "That Flamingo overcame adversity to get where he's at. He reminded me of my grandson Jimmy, who served in the war." It helps to get their mind off the truth: "Jimmy" died of a heroin overdose after raping a Vietnamese woman. This world is full of hypocrisy and I plan to show Adrian Flamingo why he is not a hero reborn and that much like Dave Shadow tonight, he will fade into obscurity and have his career die a much painful and deserved death.
Now ask yourselves... Is that un--
No. Fuck catchphrases, too.
XS3 then snorts and spits, hocking a loogie right on the camera lens before shoving the cameraman down and walking off. There are no cheers or boos in the background, there is only surprise. XS3 has declared his intent on beating the hell out of Flamingo... What kind of mindset is this going to leave him in come Spring Into Hell?
Fade.
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