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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 14:44:19 GMT -5
ACW Proudly Presents: Spring into Hell 2009
ACW European Tour Grand Finale Rome, Italy
Schedule of Matches:
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Rawt vs. 3 man NPC Gauntlet match
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Fallout Openweight Title Andrew Black vs. DNA
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Anna Sommers-Joseph Vs. Rena Matheson
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Stan Vishis vs. Mystery Opponent
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ACW Tag Team Championship Road Steelers vs. The Drinkin' Bros
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Chris Phenomenal vs. Lee Homicide
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Street Fight Jason Freeman vs. Victor "Latino" Laureano
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No Disqualification Match (Special Guest Ref: Chairman Gingerdude) Dave Shadow vs. Dan White
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XS3 vs. Adrian Flamingo
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Thunderkiss Vs. Aiden "Fakden" Joseph
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ACW International Title - Reverse Steel Cage Match Danny Mainer vs Thunder Train
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ACW Heavyweight Championship Last Man Standing Jake Steele(c) vs. Hollywood "Macho Man" RDK
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 14:44:54 GMT -5
Another ACW tour is drawing to a close; tonight’s show comes from the beautiful and historic city of Rome. Few places demonstrate so aptly how power and wealth are often built on foundations of violence. In many ways, it’s as much a spiritual home for ACW as their own arena...
The modern Gladiators are gathered. Let the battle commence...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 14:45:10 GMT -5
OTA Segment: The Agreement (Credit: Senator)
Several Days Ago In Washington DC:
Senator Steve Phillips is seen standing in the hallway in his DC office, and a shady looking character in an oversized raincoat walks up, resulting in the two walking into the office. Thankfully for all of you, we also have insight into the office itself, and thus see the stranger pull back the hood to reveal a full(and then some) head of hair. Yes, ACW fans, none other than the prime weasel himself, Richard Paris has been invited into the Senator’s office!
The Senator: Now, you do realize that this is the worst possible situation, do you not?
Richard Paris: Wait, wait, I thought it was all taken care of?
Senator: Do not take me for a fool!
Phillips slams Paris into the wall, and pushes his forearm against the nefarious individual’s throat.
Senator: When I told you to find a way to accomplish that task, I knew I was taking a risk. I knew that we only saw eye to eye on one singular issue of importance. I knew that you are adept at methods that I would otherwise find unsavory and distasteful. But I also figured that you were an intelligent operator.
Paris: Urk, I can explain…
Senator: The time for explanations is over! I thought you could cover your tracks, and keep things simple and effective! Apparently, I was mislead. And I think you need a lesson on how Steve Phillips deals with deception these days.
Paris: Really…uhh…I can…if you’d let me…go…
Senator: Shut it! The fact of the matter is that you failed miserably. I am not a fool that I might believe your bilge. You know well that the project got out of hand, and that your choice was the wrong one. I will let you go, however. I will let you go with the understanding that your situation is already dire. ONE more slipup, one more mistake, one more out of control incident, and you will not just find your compensation to be suspended as it is now, but even worse consequences shall indeed follow…and that is nothing but the truth. Now get out of here, and do not return until the problem is solved, understand? Good.
Phillips lets Paris go, and the man with the extravagant hairdo practically stumbles over his own feet as he dashes out through the doors, leaving the Senator behind, looking none too pleased.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 14:46:23 GMT -5
Title: Spring into…Heaven….no Hell (Credit: Chris Phenomenal) Hotel rooms, for many people they are the worst place in the world. Needed out of necessity as they travel for business that takes them away from the comforts of home. Family, friends and familiar surroundings. Yet for others they are the call to party, with no worries about cleaning up after themselves and being in a different place where no one knows you. Chris Phenomenal for one fits in that grouping, yet why then is he sitting alone in his hotel room, alone.Chris Phenomenal: The least they could do is put some decent shit on the television. I mean it’s all some fucking weird ass language that I can’t understand, and it’s all fuckers sipping tea and jabbering. It’s worse than coronation street.Chris takes the clicker and turns off the television before throwing it out the open window as it heads towards the streets below. Chris gets up off the bed and starts pacing back and forth, boredom quickly coming to his one track mind.Chris Phenomenal: So fucking bored, Mach is at another Hollywood thing, Matthew is still with Christine and the Kids, lord knows where Rawt is and Johnny is off with Gooey. What the fuck is there to do in this shit hole they call Rome. I mean I could go to the Vatican and see that old dude, what’s his nuts. I could go and see the arts shit like the Lisa De Milo, or travel to that flooded city, yet none of that shit is…Chris is interrupted as his phone rings and he is forced to answer it.Chris Phenomenal: Yo‘: Chris, it’s me. Chris drops the phone, stunned at the voice on the phone it takes a few minutes for him to pick it up, the voice on the other end constantly asking if he is still there but he’s too stunned to respond.Chris Phenomenal: P…P…Paige? How have you been babe? The sound of her voice causes a tear to start rolling down the side of Chris‘ cheek, not believing what his ears are telling him.Chris Phenomenal: Paige?Paige: Yes Chris, it’s me. Chris takes a seat on the edge of his bed, as he shakes his head and wipes away the tear.Chris Phenomenal: Who is this really.Paige: Chris, it’s me Paige. I lived three doors down from you, we had our first kiss on the abandoned roof top and you forced me to leave Harlem because Chonco was going to kill me. Chris stares blankly at the phone, for sure the women on the line is his long lost girl Paige.Chris Phenomenal: I…I…Chris is stopped however as the phone on the other end has gone dead. Chris drops his phone and leans back on the bed.Chris Phenomenal: NO! NO! PAIGE!Chris pounds the bed with his fist as his week goes from bad to worse and the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 14:46:49 GMT -5
Match 1: Rawt vs. 3 man NPC Gauntlet match (Credit: Rawt)
Match will be posted upon receipt.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 14:47:55 GMT -5
Breach [/color][/center] 11th February 2008 2300 hoursA small implosive sound can be heard as a miniature thermal charge blows the aqueduct cover off. Winters and the four special ops soldiers enter the cramped channel in an orderly manner, keeping as quiet as humanely possible. A short time later, they reach the other side and Winters motions for one of the soldiers to take point. He does so, raising his silenced M16A4 as he crawls into the storage area. If a pin were to be dropped in the location, it would most likely sound like an explosion due to the extreme silence around the five men. The soldier makes a gesture to indicate the room is all clear and the four other men enter. Winters motions for the four soldiers to spread out to the corners of the room, and he stands erect. He extracts a small GPS from his lab coat and notices that they are not very far away from Dimitrius’s present location. In an instant, the crunch of snow under boot is heard to the left of Winters. Winters instinctively looks and notices a previously undiscovered auxiliary door. The door creaks open and before the man outside can even fully step through he is taken down, his body hitting the icy concrete with a thud. One of the special ops soldiers disposes of the body and Winters motions for another to go to the open door and survey the outside. Night is beginning to fall and not much can be seen outside the door, except for the tall looming shadows representing buildings. At Winters discretion the men switch over to night vision mode (Winter’s spectacles are conveniently equipped with this feature also), and proceed to a midsized building directly adjacent to a very tall one representing Dimitrius’s current location. As the men approach the building, two of the soldiers flank the door while the other two do a sweep check around the perimeter. Winters casually walks up to the door and swipes his card, he is a certified employee of the Foundation after all. The door slides open with a beep and the five men proceed inside. The interior of the building has all the makings of a medium security office complex, complete with a receptionist’s desk in case a visitor would show up by remote chance. In the far corner of the room sits an elevator; however, the men opt for the stairs. Upon entering the stairwell the four special ops soldiers take formation around winters, two taking point and another two providing cover. No one is found in the stairwell, and thus the men proceed up to the top floor of the building un-impeded. Before entering the floor, Winters signals for the four soldiers to stay behind, and he casually walks into the area alone. This is done for good reason, as the top floor of the building is a large open area split into sections by cubicle walls. A single security guard staffs the space between the elevator and the door. Getting through this floor and crossing to the adjacent building is not going to be easy. Winters knows very well that they can’t shoot up the floor without drawing some very serious repercussions, and inevitably losing Dimitrius in the process. The area is kept wide open on purpose, as if any harmful action were to be taken against the security guard, one of the numerous hidden cameras would catch the perpetrator in an instant. Winters taps on the side of his spectacles to switch them over to a mode that can shield from even the brightest lights, in order to defend against spatial distortion. In doing this, the glasses turn very dark, resembling mirrored shades. Of course, this draws the guard’s attention immediately, and he walks briskly over to Winters. Guard: Sir, this is a restricted area. I am going to need identification. Winters: Ah! Why yes. I feared this may happen, if you would wait just one moment, I would be more than happy to produce it. Winters fumbles around nervously in his lab coat, patting each pocket. He does this for an extended period, and the guard grows impatient. Guard: If you do not produce identification soon, I am afraid I am going to have to take you down for a little question and answer session. Winters: Damn! I must have left it in my car… The guard looks astounded at this statement, as there isn’t a proper road for miles. He doesn’t have time to react, as Winter’s quickly produces a flashbang from his pocket and hurls it at the floor. The resounding flash stuns the guard, and the extremely loud sound draws the attention directly to the area. The guard fumbles around, and Winter’s quickly dispatches him by smashing his head into the stairwell door. The guard crumples, and Winters proceeds down the hallway to the next hallway, which connects the two buildings. The soldiers quickly follow suit, as the sound was enough of a signal that they need to get the hell out…and quick. Winter’s doesn’t exactly have clearance for the upcoming door; however it is flanked by two large glass panels. Winters motions for one of the soldiers to bust out the panel with his gun, and as he does so a loud alarm is drawn. Winters: So much for stealth. Due to the high security nature of this building, numerous footsteps can be heard…most likely belonging to other guards. As this is a ‘light security’ compound most of the guard force is stationed here, estimated to be around 10-15 guards in all, scattered throughout the large building. Due to the men being on one of the upper stories, only about 5 guards are in the immediate area. This doesn’t faze the men in the least bit, as they proceed boldly into the hallway, towards another elevator-stairwell combo on the far end of the corridor. Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 14:52:05 GMT -5
Segment: The Finale (Credit: Bat Train and Harlem Superman) And now, the epic conclusion of Bat Train and Harlem Superman's adventures through time....
VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
The Trainmobile goes flying by and inside Bat Train drives while Harlem Superman goes over some maps and other computer screens. He points up ahead and speaks to Bat Train.Harlem Superman: There it is Bat Train! The G-Lair! It's the home of Jon Taylor. The G of course standing for generic. Bat Train: Of course! Good eye Harlem Superman! Now, we can finally stop Swine Flu once and for all![/color] The dynamic duo pull up to the G-Lair and they launch out of the Trainmobile and stand in front of the G-Lair. The G-Lair can be described as a giant castle in the shape of a G. The two hide behind some bushes and watch as guards walk around in front.Harlem Superman: Looks to be heavily guarded Train, I don't think we can get in there. Bat Train: Of course we can. We are going to climb up. Harlem Superman: Wait what? Bat Train grabs a bag and begins to run down a nearby hill to get to the bottom of the castle. Harlem Superman follows. Bat Train gets to the bottom and looks up at the top of the G. He uses his super strength and throws a bag up there to grapple hook. It catches onto something and everything is going to plan.Harlem Superman: I guess you could say... *Puts on sunglasses* You found the G-Spot YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHBat Train: Wow...No....You go up first. Harlem Superman: Shouldn't you go up first? I mean, I'm gonna have to carry your weight along with my own weight. Bat Train: Are you calling me fat? Harlem Superman: Ergh...uhm...n-no.... Bat Train: Then start climbing! Harlem Superman sighs and begins his ascent to the top of the G. Bat Train begins climbing also but gets tired so he pulls out some cake and becomes just dead weight with more weight being added on! Harlem Superman struggles with all the weight but musters through and climbs up.Harlem Superman: Goddammit Train, can't you help? Bat Train: That's Bat Train to you fucker, now hurry up. You are a fucking super hero. Harlem Superman climbs up and up and they finally reach the top. Bat Train climbs over to but suddenly, they notice that they are standing on glass. It begins to crack under them and they fall through. They land right in front of Jon Taylor but wait!...Bat Train: That isn't Jon Taylor! Harlem Superman: It's...it's... Bat Train: JUAN TAYLOR! Juan Taylor: Hola Amigos...whats shaking? Bat Train: So, you are the leader of Parasol! You are the cause behind all of this! Why? Juan Taylor: I wanted COMPLETE GLOBAL SATURATION! NOW I ONLY HAVE 7 MINUTES TO PLAY WITH YOU! GO TAYLOR BOTS! Out come the Taylor Bots and they surround our twosome. But have no fear!
*POW!* A couple of big punches by the heroes blows up two robots right away. They then turn their attention to another pair and a couple of kicks takes them down.
*BOOM!* A few more robots destroyed.
*BOOM!* Another one bites the dust!
*BOOM!* A majority of the robots are now dead and a final punch for the big one!
*BOOM!* All of the robots are now dead and the two turn their attention to Juan Taylor who is trying to escape. The two jump up and break his legs and then grab him and tie him up.Harlem Superman: Good job Bat Train Bat Train: Same to you Harlem Superman. Now the world is safe. Let's get this vaccine distributed around the world! Harlem Superman: Roger! Juan Taylor: You fools! It's too late! You will all fail! SMACK! Juan Taylor is dead and now the world is safe for everyone because Swine Flu isn't a threat anymore. Cut to a montage of the heroes helping the world and showing that it is a safer place as we fade out.
Until next time hero fans....
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 14:53:04 GMT -5
Match 2: Fallout Openweight Title Andrew Black vs. DNA (Credit: VorteX) Andrew Black vs. DNA [/color][/center] Psst... hey, listen!Lalalalala!
I love my job. Whoo! Makes me feel like……Superman! Lalalalala!
Can you fly? I can. Wanna see?
BOOM! Pyros erupt as the beat blares over PA system and the chorus beginsIIIIIIII’m only entertaining you My goal is to stimulate making you high And take you and I, to a place that you can't see But I believe you can fly I don't mean nobody harm, I'm just partying I'm not your dad, not your mom, not your guardian Just a man who's on the mic, so let me...entertain you As the chorus blares over the speakers in the ACW Arena, Andrew Black walks out onto the stage. As the crowd cheers him, The Black Knight throws a couple of air jabs, before throwing one last knock out strike which send his momentum toward the ring. He continues to get cheered as he walks to the ring. Halfway down the ramp, he picks up speed and slides into the ring. The pay-per-view atmosphere doesn’t seem to affect Andrew, as soon as he hits the ring, he is focused. After some laps around the inside of the ring, Andrew Black does some stretches as he waits for the match to begin Eagleheart hits and The lights go out, with a red spotlight focusing on Alger as he enters, while other lights spin around the audience area. Alger walks down to ringside, trainers in tow, and slides into the ring. The two men stare eachother down for a moment, and the ref holds up the belt, and then passes it off to the timekeeper. The crowd is a buzz and the two men circle eachother…
Bell rings. The men continue to circle one another, however all of a sudden Black stops. DNA looks confused as Black walks over to him and extends his hand. DNA is hesitant to take this sign of respect, however he does and grabs Black’s hand. This turns out to be a mistake as DNA is met with a lightning fast roundhouse to the face, and a large smirk from Black. The crowd showers the ring with boos, and Black goes for a stomp to DNA’s face, however DNA deflects the attack and grabs Black’s leg in the process. DNA is not about to give up early and with Black off-balance he quickly grabs the other leg and powers Black down to the mat. The crowd pops for this display of technicality, DNA maneuvers his body, and attempts to lock in a scissor choke sleeper. He does manage to lock the move in for a moment and hold it, due to his sheer size advantage over Black. Black doesn’t stay put for long and flails his body around to loosen DNA’s grip, then delivers a few elbows causing DNA to release his hold. Both Black and DNA roll to their feet, although Black’s face shows he is going to be a bit more cautious around DNA now. The two lock up and DNA seems to be getting the advantage again due to his massive size, although this isn’t necessarily the case as Black delivers a few quick knees to the gut, spins around DNA and tries to suplex him. DNA isn’t about to let that happen and powers forward, dragging Black with him. Black wisely releases and rebounds off the opposite ropes; DNA who is unaware of this spins around and is met with a baseball slide to his knee that takes him off his feet. The crowd pops again, and Black capitalizes by putting DNA in a front facelock and proceeding to deliver a series of knee strikes to DNA’s face. DNA knows he has to act fast if he wants to keep all of his brain cells, and as Black’s knee is coming down DNA shifts his body weight to the side causing Black to lose balance once more. DNA seizes this brief window of opportunity by taking his free arm and striking the grounded leg of Black causing Black to do a forward somersault as he is coming down with his knee strike. DNA quickly overtakes the now grounded Black, mounts him, and begins laying strikes of his own to Black’s face. The crowd pops for this sudden reversal of momentum, and DNA continues striking showing no signs of stopping anytime soon. RAF is busy deciding whether to count or not when suddenly Black grabs DNAs arm as it’s coming down, pulls him close, and delivers a stunning head butt that causes DNA to lose his mount and fall to the side. Black looks both frustrated and tired of playing the ground game, thus he picks the downed DNA up and hefts him into the corner, DNA’s head resting on the middle turnbuckle. Black runs to the opposite corner of the ring, and then comes charging backwards with two giant knees to DNA’s face. The crowd roars DNA slumps from the impact, and Black falls backwards then rolls to his feet all in one smooth motion. Before Black can inflict any follow-up damage, DNA rolls out to his trainers who give him a water bottle and start a quick pep talk. While the trainers are talking to DNA, Black grows tired of waiting in the ring and proceeds to rebound off of the ropes and baseball slide the trainers and DNA into the guardrail. Before DNA can get up, Black hits him hard, then rolls him so that his back rests on the guardrail with his body facing outward in a sitting position. RAF is both counting and advising Black not to do what he’s about to do, however Black ignores RAF and grabs the guardrail, goes airborne, and comes down once again with a double knee strike to DNA’s face. The crowd explodes and RAF continues to count, threatening the men with double count-out if they don’t get back in the ring. Black complies with RAF by bouncing DNA’s head off the apron before rolling him under the bottom rope, then rolling in himself. Things are not looking good for DNA who lies on his back holding his head, presumably seeing stars at this point. Black wants another impact move, raises DNA to his feet, and sends him flying into the ropes with a mighty whip. Before Black can do whatever impact move he’s about to do DNA takes him out with a stunning clothesline. DNA is quite angry at this point and forcefully lifts black up and throws him into the corner. Black bounces off of the turnbuckle, however remains half-standing, although not for long. DNA walks over to Black and performs his Dangerous Kick Combination (three kicks to the knee, one to the ribs, and an axe kick to the back of the head) which sends Black crashing to the mat. The crowd both cheers and grows anxious at the same time, someone yelling “quit screwing off and pin him already!”. DNA complies and covers Black. 1….2…kickout! Black still shows life, and forcefully kicks out of the first pinfall of the match. Black rolls to his feet, as does DNA who rebounds off the ropes and looks for a shoot tackle. Showing agility, Black leaps over the shoot tackle causing DNA to land tangled in the ropes. Black laughs at this great positioning and sets DNA up for some speed bag punches. He delivers said punches and finishes the combo with a huge hook, causing DNA to slump forward dazed. Black isn’t quite done yet and instead of pinning lifts DNA to his feet, then into the turnbuckle with a quick Stungun Massacre (double leg to falling face first turnbuckle smash). The crowd pops once more as Black goes for the cover. 1….2…..kickout! DNA isn’t done yet and manages to power out of the pin. Black rises to his feet and put his hands on his hips giving a look of frustration at not being able to beat DNA with the maneuver. While Black is deciding what to do next, DNA rises to his feet and once again rebounds off of the ropes looking for either another shoot tackle or an impact move. Black wrongly guesses that it’s another shoot tackle and throws a high roundhouse, aiming to interrupt the move. Instead of shoot tackling, DNA drops short of Black’s kick, rolls and grabs Black’s heel. DNA trips Black up and locks him in the Red Alert. The crowd goes nuts, for they know if Black doesn’t get to the ropes he will be forced to tap out if he wants to keep his leg from breaking. DNA applies the hold with as much vigor as he can, intent on winning the match right here and right now. Black flails around, eyes wide with pain and determination, he doesn’t want to tap out now, not with the Openweight Title (and his pride) on the line. Black lunges forward and grabs the ropes with both arms, however DNA refuses to let go of the hold until RAF gets to a count of four. The crowd is going crazy for both men, who lie on the mat in exhaustion. RAF begins his count once more and gets to seven before DNA gets to his feet. Black lags behind just a bit, and Alger decides he wants to end the match right now and runs to the ropes one last time. DNA rebounds off of the ropes and leaps intending to trap Black with the Bermuda Triangle. As if on instinct Black falls backwards and DNA’s face meet Black’s knees for yet another time in this match. The crowd pops and DNA bounces off of Black looking just about knocked out. Instead of pinning DNA and securing the win, Black decides he wants to make DNA tap-out. Black grabs DNA off of the mat, uses a portion of his remaining strength to whip DNA into the ropes, runs to the ropes himself, rebounds, and lunges onto DNA locking him into the Black Out (Modified Kimura Keylock). Black uses his momentum to throw himself backwards onto the mat, fully locking in the hold. Both the crowd and DNA roar although for entirely different reasons. DNA continues yelling in pain and frustration, although he knows he cannot escape in his current condition….and after a length of struggling in vain is forced to tap out. Phillip: Here is your winner….Andrew Black! RAF hands the belt off to Black who takes it and holds it up high in triumph. DNA can do nothing now except look on in exhaustion and dismay as Black simply smirks at DNA and rolls out of the ring. Black walks up to the back as the crowd cheers for the great match these two put on and for the possibility of Fallout rising again.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 14:53:59 GMT -5
And Now Its Not My Problem Credit: Andrew Black
And with his win earlier in the night, everything Andrew Black said about the Fallout Openweight TItle now means nothing. The hypocritical superstar walks around the hallways of the ACW Arena in his ring gear, aviators over his eyes and Openweight Title around his waist. He approaches his locker room, when he notices a large man waiting next to the door. While one might think that a man of this magnitude is waiting for a sandwich, he is actually waiting for Andrew Black. Biff Taylor: Ah, Mr. Black, pleasure to meet you. The Fallout Chairman sticks his hand out for Black to shake, but the Superstar just looks down at the hand, and then back up to the six three man’s eyes. Biff retracts his hand, apathetically. Biff Taylor: Right, so should we get to discussing a contract? Andrew Black:[/color] Umm…..what? Who in the flying fuck are you?[/color] Biff Taylor: Why I’m Biff Taylor, Fallout Chairman. Andrew Black:[/color] Ah ok. Well, unless you plan to suck me dick or something, kindly fuck off. The Openweight Champion moves to go into his locker room, but Taylor steps in front of him. Black takes a step back and puts his hands up like he was being robbed.. Andrew Black:[/color] Man, you would make a great bouncer. Biff Taylor: Listen you little shit, I don’t think you understand. You are the Fallout Openweight Champion, so that means as long as you are Champion, you are on Fallout. Andrew Black:[/color][/color] Wait, there’s rules? Biff Taylor:Yes. You have to defend that title on Fallout. Andrew Black: So that’s how that works. Well, in that case… Without hesitation, Black takes the title off of his shoulder and gives it to Biff. He holds it both of his palms, staring at his reflection in the gold plating. Absentmindedly, he moves away from the Superstar’s door, still confused to why the title is in his hands. Andrew opens his door and before he shuts the door behind him, he sticks his head out. Andrew Black:[/color] Yeah, no hard feeling. It’s just I don’t need to belittle myself. Black goes back into his room and turns the lights on, but before he can shut the door behind him, Biff wakes up from his mini-coma says something, causing Andrew to stick his head back out the door. Biff Taylor: Wait! But you are the champ… Andrew Black:[/color] No, you are. You might need to make a bigger belt. You know, put some more notches in it. Biff Taylor: I can’t be the champion, I’m the Chairman! Andrew Black:[/color] Well all I know is that I’m not Champ. And now that means it’s not my problem.[/color] Before the Fallout Chairman can retort, the Superstar closes his door. An angry Biff looks down again at the title in his hands, and then looks around at the empty hallway. He slings the title over his right shoulder like he has seen wrestlers do time and time again. Off in his own fantasy world, Biff struts down the hallway as the cameras do a quick fade out, hoping to shield the world from a three hundred and fifty pound man strut.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 14:54:24 GMT -5
Segment: Night Crawlin' (Credit: Lee) Welcome to Sleepy Hollow. A small town, where everybody knows everybody else and the history here runs deep. It’s a silent night as there is nothing or no-one stirring. It’s been that way for awhile now, ever since he came.
The town was a bustling town and their fears only hid underneath their skins as they knew the town would never spoke about anything they all just had a mask on laughing and enjoying their lives while they slowly deteriorate on the inside. The legend of Ichabod Crane is not only an urban legend here but it is a horror. A horror that hasn’t been seen for many years now. But he isn’t the man that has made the towns people go into hiding. A different man has. Not in fear of their safety or their lives, just in fear.
This man appears every night at the stroke of midnight in the middle of the graveyard. With a Louisville Slugger he places beside the tombstone he jumps up and crouches on the tombstone. While nobody has ever dared get close to this man many have peered through a tiny gap of their linen curtains and seen the figure. And in the darkness they make their assumptions of what he is exactly. Some claim he is a vampire others say he is a zombie, while some have their suspicions that this man is the devil himself. The thing though that gets everybody wondering exactly what the purpose of this figure is that he goes to the graveyard every night since he has returned and he repeats the same thing as he sits above the same tombstone. The same words escape his lips every night.Lee: Tick Tock, Tick Tock. The countdown begins. Moments pass as he sits there. Looking at his feet. It is another night and like clockwork he continues with his mental thoughts getting spoken aloud as he pays no attention to the watchful eyes of the town’s people.Lee: The time for when I extract my revenge is coming, the night is approaching. The time for being friendly and considerate is over. You see when I try to be nice I get rejected and abused, I try to help those who need it and to my dismay they treat me with disrespect and the thing is, I don’t deserve that. I sit here in my confinement and my own solitude as I think and plan my revenge. The revenge will be bitter sweet and Chris Phenomenal will wish he never chose me to be the man to make an example of. His balance is impeccable not moving from his crouched position or anything. He hears the murmurs of town’s people walking near by but as they see the outline of him their pace slows and they drop into a state of silence.Lee: He has to attack people from behind to be even register as a blip on the radar; he has to make sure people are watching him all the time. While me, I sit here and people notice me, not because I make a big uproar about my accomplishments or about what I have done recently, but because I stand out by just being a figure in the night. The people of this town have not left their houses for days in fear of me being there, standing behind them watching them. And that’s exactly how you feel, you feel the cold stare but when you turn, no one is there, that’s me. When you think you see that figure move while you’re lying in your bed you lay there saying that it’s only the trees blowing in the wind, but that’s me as well. Chris Phenomenal may not think this but I am already in his head as he feels the need to attack me, week after week trying to keep me down, but he is nervous because I keep getting up. The images run through his mind as he taps the side of his leg. The images of Chris running in from behind, the thoughts of Chris mounting him and laying the lefts and rights into him. It makes him frustrated to think of those.Lee: Come Spring Into Hell, Chris Phenomenal will go from being the Harlem Superman to being the puny wonder he truly is and soon to be known as the “Omicron”. I make my debut to not only close the mouth of Chris Phenomenal but to also keep the ones who proclaim I am not worthy enough to be in the ring any more at a silent quivering mess, for what I am going to do is something that will shock everybody. Everybody sees Lee Homicide as a man who is an Icon of the industry, I am an Icon and the legacy that is mine is still being written, Chris Phenomenal is just a footnote. He is just awaiting his bite of the venom. And just like he has done to me in the past, his blood is going to be shed and I will be the man standing over the top of me and the referee will be raising my hand holding firmly, as if I were a murder and they were about to put the handcuffs on me. The grip will be tight so I cannot pull away and it will make me a spectacle for sure. As he talks clouds of smoke come out of his mouth, the crisp autumn air is sending chills down his spine. He isn’t shivering though it’s a slight breeze, just enough for him to take notice.Lee: Why have I yet to retire? Why am I going into the ring with one of the most sadistic young stars today? Its simple really, I don’t believe Chris Phenomenal is that crazy and sadistic, I believe he is using that persona to hide what he truly feels, fear and terror. I will unleash those feelings though as I have him hunched in the corner begging for my mercy, but he wont get it. He has done so much cowardly damage over the past few weeks his actions cannot be repaid by a simple plea, it will be repaid when I have him down on the mat feeling the same pain, inflicting the same punishment as he did to me and then I will have my satisfaction of revenge. The numbers that are watching are dwindling as the night continues. The stars begin to fade and the light reflecting off the moon and onto his face is slowly getting brighter as the clouds pass it.Lee: Revenge. The word of the day it seems, but its all that is on my mind. It’s the fact that I am not going to be out done and then degraded for not fighting back. He can win all of the fights and petty attacks he wants but the war comes this Saturday. The man they proclaim is the future will get his final wake up call as he comes towards that ring and sees me standing there. I will fly from the barricades, my personal home and there he will see a truly determined opponent, not some guy he faced on the independent circuit who was just happy to be wrestling, not one of the “true champions” of this federation, but a true look of determination, the fire in my eyes will set the story for the match. It will not be all about wooing and cheering, it will be about going into that ring and doing what is needed to be done in order of taking him out. He is pumping himself up and getting the adrenaline running through his system as he needs to be prepared, there can’t be anybody distracting him, he has his eyes on the big prize.Lee: They say revenge is a dish served cold, yet I think it should be served when needed, I sit here on this tombstone thinking about the actions of him in the past and how he would have reacted differently but I see after hours of watching his videos and seeing him talking to other stars he doesn’t care at all, he believes what he has done is right and the sense that was knocked out of him, needs to be knocked straight back in. The increasing frustration runs through his head as he cannot wait until he can get his hands on the one he has such a hatred growing for. He wants to extract his revenge by any means possible and as soon as possible.Lee: He is classified as a special case by many psychiatrists but I believe he is just different, not special because when he is classified as special it just adds to his whole idea that he is someone who is “crazy” and will do anything to win, when really he just is doing things just to make himself look more crazy, trying to make it so he seems more out there then other stars. I'm different and I knew that from the beginning, I didn’t need a piece of paper to tell me. I didn’t need a balding man in glasses to sit me down and analyze me for two hours a day and make up his theories and hypothesis’ I went by what I thought and my instinct and I stood alone. But now the time has come and it is drawing nearer, the two men who are growing a strong detestation for each other are about to go into battle. And as I said you can win all of the fights and petty attacks while when it comes to the true battle, the time of the crunch it will be me standing tall with my hand raised in victory. It comes to this, Chris Phenomenal can make the attacks but the slowly building hatred and my aggression has been built up for too long now, waiting to be unleashed this is where we are at now. He stands down out of the crouched position and he stands there with his bat in hand now. The dark night is silent apart from his voice which is filling the empty streets and the soundless graveyard.Lee: Get prepared, Chris, it’s the Harlem Superman vs. Notorious One-Three-Three in a battle that is bound to be talked about for ages, prepare yourself for the worst because that’s all your going to get plus more. The end for you is here Chris, there will be no mercy, they will be no remorse, there will be no forgetting, this is the beginning...of your demise! And with a swing on the bat the concrete shatters and the tombstone he used as a pedestal is now in pieces on the ground and the sound of the collision runs through the air. A sadistic look, a look of no regrets is on the face of the Dragon. He is prepared for battle.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 14:55:03 GMT -5
Match 3: Anna Sommers-Joseph Vs. Rena Matheson (Credit: TK) ] ..::SPRING INTO HELL::.. ANNA SOMMERS-JOSEPH VS. RENA MATHESON ..::2009::..
Time limit: 15 Minutes Referee: Raymond Allen Fleming
-* Tale of the Tape *-
Anna Sommers-Joseph Age: 22 Height: 5'2" Weight: 105 lbs. Hometown: New York, New York
Rena Matheson Age: 21 Height: 5'8 Weight: 153 Hometown: New York, New York “Not Like That” by Ashley Tisdale hits the sound system and out comes the Joseph’s. Anna and Thunderkiss stand on top of the ramp way, and while Thunderkiss looks comfortable with the view, Anna appears to be anything but. It takes a bit of coaxing but Thunderkiss ushers his wife to the ring. Like a true gentlemen he opens the ropes for his wife who reluctantly enters. As they take their corner, the butterflies overtake Anna’s stomach despite TK’s best efforts to shoo them away. Just when it appears that he has her settled, Rena’s music hits the sound system unnerving her yet again.
“Lighters Up” by Lil’ Kim is our next musical number and the fans respond with an uproar of cheers. Out struts Rena, who places one hand upon her hip and the other high in the air. Untwisting her body, she prances down the ramp way with a smile beaming from ear to ear. After all, tonight is cause for celebration. For weeks she has waited patiently for this moment and it has finally arrived. She is going to make Anna squeal for EVERY shard of glass she pulled from her head and upon first glance she can see that she’s already won. Her primary concern now shifts from winning the match to dragging it out as long as possible to inflict as much pain as possible. As soon as she hits the ring, RAF instructs TK out of the ring much to Anna’s dismay. With a look of worry plastered onto her face, the bell tells Anna there is no turning back. ~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ Rena steps forward out of her corner with a swagger to her step. And why should she not? She is experienced, facing a virgin within the wrestling ring. She may have thought about taking it easy, but if Anna is woman enough to shatter a glass vase over her head, she is woman enough to suffer the consequences. She darts at Anna and Anna retreats, not what TK had hoped for. Outside the ring he can only watch on as Rena grabs her by the hair and slams her face into a nearby turnbuckle. Anna flails backwards with her hands and Rena can only watch on in amusement as she hits everything but her. Rena’s laughter spurns the Vice President of ACW to the point of sheer madness. Since punching does not work Anna adapts to the ol’ fashioned tackle. It connects and she drives Rena’s body down to the canvas, but as she goes for a straddle, Rena easily flips her over onto her back for the full counter. Maxwell McNally: Things are not going very well for the Zero Tolerance camp right now. “Fast” Eddie Edison: That’s an understatement if I ever heard one! This keeps up, I give this match another minute. Two tops. Rena has Anna where she wants her and she begins to paintbrush her for the ultimate humiliation. Outside the ring Thunderkiss grips the 2nd rope and thinks about throwing in the towel. Something deep inside convinces him otherwise and for now he’ll hold onto it tightly. Back in the ring Rena has had her fun and yanks Anna to her feet. Sensing a few wrestling moves are in order to humble her, she slaps on an abdominal stretch that twists Anna’s spine like a pretzel. Anna reaches for the ropes at TK’s encouragement causing Rena to look upon him disapprovingly. Thunderkiss flips her off hoping that will in someway distract her long enough for his wife to slip out but his plan instead backfires. Rena pulls back even harder and Anna contemplates quitting. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Just tap out, Anna! Maxwell McNally: I know TK is a man who likes his cat fights but surely his allegiance to his wife is more important than some T&A! Why has he not thrown in the towel!? What is taking him so long? It took a while, but TK’s gesture has finally caught up with Rena’s conscious. How dare HE treat her like that, regardless of whom she is fighting in the ring. If husband wishes to be taught a lesson as well wife, that’s fine with her. She releases her grip of Anna and then pushes her between the top and middle ropes. Down onto the floor Anna goes where she lands right at TK’s feet. Rena takes the leap next and gives Mrs. Sommers-Joseph a swift kick in her back on the way down. This incenses Thunderkiss who acts on his wife’s behalf with a stiff shove. This of course makes RAF the next man out as he separates Thunderkiss from Rena and vice versa. As they both shout unpleasantries to one another, Anna crawls away from the scene over to the nearby time keepers table. Slowly but surely she pulls herself back into a position more suitable for a wrestling match with the assistance of a metal chair. From behind she hears Rena belittle her husband like a woman who has just been dumped on her birthday. Her voice grinds her eardrums and her attitude boils her blood. She’s had enough. The very chair that assisted her to her feet will offer its services yet again. Maxwell McNally: What’s Anna doing?! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Oh how nice! It appears that she wants to offer Rena a seat! ~!~CRACK~!~ Rena’s brain rattles around inside her skull as she tumbles to the ground. The crowd sucks all the oxygen out of the arena with one large collective gasp. Daddy’s little girl, the princess of ACW has snapped. With a crazed look in her eye she looks over at Raymond Allen Fleming who, considering their history, has no problems calling for the disqualification. SPRING INTO HELL WINNER (VIA DQ): RENA MATHESON!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 14:55:22 GMT -5
“DOUBLE FEATURE PICTURE SHOW” Credit: Thunderkiss
Thunderkiss: Sweetheart, why don’t you put that chair down? It’s okay, it’s over.
Anna Joseph-Sommers: No more running. Since the moment you and I’ve meet that’s all I’ve done is run, run like a scared little rabbit. First I ran from your cracked up girlfriend. Then it was from your obsessed, homosexual stalker. Recently it’s been your impersonator who has made my feeties go pitter-patter. Oh yes, this cute lil’ lub bunny has done a lot of backtracking over the last two years and sugah’ shack, I’m DONE running.
Thunderkiss: Sugar shack? Anna, what’s gotten into you?
Anna Joseph-Sommers: I guess you could say ...
[She flips her stringy, blonde hair out of her face and exposing someone other than herself underneath. Black circles surround eyes corrupted with hate. Her innocent smile has been replaced by another more sinister, treacherous. Her once bronze skin has grown pale and cold, as if every drop of blood has been sucked from her being.]
Grindhouse: You did.
[Thunderkiss tongue is frozen stiff as he tries to comprehend how this butterfly hatched from its chrysalis. Grindhouse doesn’t take kindly to the cat walking off with something that belongs to her so she takes it upon herself to thaw it out.]
Grindhouse: Now come here, come give Mommy a kiss...
Thunderkiss: ~HRUMPH~
[The alpha male is humbled as his bride grabs him by the back of his head and rams his mouth into her tongue. The instant her lust is satisfied she disposes of him like a used condom and moves on to her other temptations. While TK lays back on the mat feeling as if a Mack Truck ran over him, Anna stands above the fallen Rena Matheson and savors the taste of revenge.]
Grindhouse: Do you know how much effort it took Thunderkiss to earn my attention? He tried, week after week, practically begging himself for me to even look at him. When Thunderkiss saw you, he didn’t even bother trying to win your affection. Why? Because you aren’t worth it. No, he took you like a two cent hooker and didn’t bother to pay his tab because that would have been two cents too much. So, bitch, let me ask you -
[Grindhouse drops to her knees, straddles the fallen Matheson and places her mouth inches away from her ear. With a shriek that would impress a banshee, she ensures that ringing is the first sound Rena will hear upon awakening. Ringing in her ears, that is.]
Grindhouse: Who’s number two now? Hahaha. HAHAHAHAA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
[Her maniacal laugh sings directly to his heart. While he has many more questions than answers, there is one thing that he is sure of at the moment: he’s fallen in love all over again. Grindhouse wraps all his attention around her little finger and that’s alright with him. Index finger placed firmly underneath his chin, she raises her Worldbreaker up from the canvas and preps him for war.]
Grindhouse: Come on boy toy, let’s roll. The night is young and we’ve got another to send to the gallows.
Thunderkiss: Oh, don’t you worry about that Mama. I’ve got the noose all warmed up and ready to go.
Grindhouse: You’d better. Last time I saw you, you were on your knees ready to slit your wrists. Next time I see you doing that, I’m going to rip your balls right off your body because you don’t deserve them. Now open those fucking ropes for a lady!
[She leads; he follows. Over a year ago it was the beauty that tamed the beast. Thunderkiss’ life was altered by her touch as he became a slave to her pussy whip. Today the favor has been repaid. In front of him is a mirror image of himself in female form, created over years of corruption and influence. While it was not his intent for this to happen, the fact remains that the genie has come out of her bottle. Now the question is how long until he wishes it put back in?]
[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 14:56:29 GMT -5
Segment: The farewell (Credit: XS3)
We cut into the back where the next person we see is XS3. There is a mixed reaction of sorts because while the fans boo him for his heelish tactics, others cheer because of certain rumours floating around. XS3, dressed in his ring attire and a Parkway Drive shirt, looks up at the camera and chooses to address the public.
XS3: So I guess a lot of you have heard rumours about my departure and read the message board to check and see if it was true. Well, I’m here to clear up those rumours and I’m here to tell you… They’re true. Tonight is my last night in ACW and tonight is my last night competing in a wrestling ring… Unless SWI had a reunion, then I’d be there immediately. Regardless, tonight I am retiring from full-time competition and I’m going to go home and settle down with my wife, my son and my band. Here’s the thing, though… This whole last night thing is considered the last of my two week’s notice. I put it in a while ago because this is what I’ve been planning on doing for the past couple of months or so. No disrespect to the Mega Star Alliance, I love what they’ve done so far in ACW, but I had to do this for fear of burning out or becoming stale. That doesn’t mean I hate the Mega Star Alliance. Mach, Jonny, Rawt and Chris, I wish you guys nothing but luck and I’m sorry that I couldn’t be as reliable as you wanted me to. Make me proud tonight.
XS3 solemnly nods and sends an assuring smile over to his now-former teammates.
XS3: But just because I’m retiring, it doesn’t mean I’m going to lay down for Adrian Flamingo tonight. You see, he picked me because he knew he wanted to make an impact upon his return. He wanted to prove himself one last time against a “grizzled vet”, so to say. Well Adrian, here’s your chance. You have a chance to say you were the last person to defeat Matthew Keith Irvine… Sorry Dave, you get sloppy seconds haha. Regardless, I am not going down without a fight and Adrian, I’m not going to try and pull any fake intimidation crap with you. I’m just going to come out and say let the best man win. And I’d like to think that the best man winning is going to be me. And that’s not destiny, that’s not fate, that’s not the way it is, that’s not unforgivable and that’s not the prophecy of the now fallen Destined One… That’s just nine years of blood, sweat and tears talking. See you out there, “Addie”.
XS3 flashes his signature smirk for what may be the last time before standing up from the bench and walking off to prepare for what appears to be his final match.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 14:59:43 GMT -5
Title: Concussed Again (Credit: Chris Phenomenal)
The scene opens up inside of a private hospital room, Chris Phenomenal laid up with a tray in front of him. On the tray is a half eaten omelette, the crumbs of two pieces of toast, some carrot sticks and a glass of milk, the drink of champions. Chris looks up from his breakfast as a doctor walks into the room, and ever the joker, takes a bite out of his carrot stick. Chris Phenomenal: Meh, what’s up doc?
Doctor: You’re free to go as soon as your ride gets here. Now listen to me, you are not to compete against Lee Homicide at Spring into Hell. I don’t care if it means forfeiting your title, I don’t care if it means looking like a pussy. You’ve suffered another serious brain injury and there racking up like a women at a plastic surgeon. I’m strongly recommending you stay out of action for three…
Chris Phenomenal: Easy there doc, I know what you’re going to say and I’m going to save you the time. I’m competing at Spring Into Hell whether you like it or not. I’ve competed with worse before.
Doctor: Yes you did Chris, I’ve seen your chart and if memory serves me correct you lost afterwards, almost costing you your career and then went through a three month long bout of schizophrenia.
Chris Phenomenal: Ain’t I the one with the concussion doc, cause what you said made no sense there. There wasn’t any schizo--whatever you said, everything worked perfect. I knew that after I lost I wasn’t going to win with what I was doing, and I knew what needed to be done so I did it. So what if it appeared I lost my mind, so what if it appeared as if I had joined forces with my sworn enemy. It was all in the name of bringing him down and I would have done it if ECF hadn’t closed it’s doors before I got my shot.
Doctor: Just accept the medicine Chris. You’re in a high risk business right now, you…
Chris Phenomenal: I’ve been in a high risk business all my life. I ran the streets from the age of twelve on doc and there isn’t a bigger risk than that. One false step and bam, your brains all over city streets, one time you pick on the wrong guy and you got twenty knives tearing through your flesh. I’ve played this game before doc, I know what I’m doing. It’s my body and I know it better than anyone else. Only the good die young doc.
Doctor: Chris, you’re twenty years old for Christ’s sake. You aren’t even legally allowed to drink in the United States and yet you’re talking like this is no big deal. This isn’t wrestling we’re talking about, it’s your life.
Chris Phenomenal: Wrestling is my life doc, it fucking saved it. I had my best friend die in my arms because I was running the streets. I had to send away my girl just so some hood rat didn’t get any ideas about doing anything to get back at me through her. The streets took everything away from me I ever loved. I lost a chance at the NBA because my ass was in jail because I got caught in a drug deal gone wrong doctor. Now you’re saying it’s not wrestling we’re talking about, that it’s my life. Doc, they’re one and the same, without my life I don’t have wrestling, and without wrestling I don’t have my life. I look at you, see you in your white get up looking at me, racking in three hundred g’s a year, and I say to myself, “He has no clue what in the hell I’ve been through. He was raised with a silver spoon probably and never once had to deal with any hardships.” You don’t see Doctors coming from lower class families, it just doesn’t happen. So Doc, listen to me, because this is important. When you’ve got something to live for, when something comes into your life that you’d rather die than lost, you’re going to take it. I will be facing Lee Homicide at Spring Into Hell no matter what you, or anyone else says. This goes deeper than wrestling doc.
The doctor looks at Chris and raises his hands in the air before walking out, conceding defeat as Chris Phenomenal looks on with a smile.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:00:04 GMT -5
Match 4: Stan Vishis vs. Mystery Opponent (Credit: Reprobate / ??) Stan Vishis vs. The Masked AssailantThe Reprobate The camera cuts back live to the arena as an unknown masked wrestler stands in the ring. He hops up and down in the corner and warms up as he awaits his opponent's introduction.Ring Announcer: WRESTLING FANS... the following contest is scheduled for one fall to a finish, thirty minute time limit. Standing in the ring, wearing blue trimmed with black, the masked superstar known as... The Masked Assailant! His opponent... The instrumental of "Black Republican" by Nas & Jay-Z hits as the lights dim. A dark gray large light outlined by a lighter shaded light shine on the entrance opening and slowly spiral. As the main beat kicks in, the curtain quickly parts and Stan Vishis comes out from the opening. Fans boo and throw cups at the entrance opening as Stan raises his arms in the air. He then jogs to the ring, dodging the liquid bombs and popcorn buckets. He makes his way out of the shade and is under the bright lights above the ring. He hops over the top rope and then climbs to the second rope while in the ring, then raises his arm as the boos continue.Ring Announcer: Hailing from Los Angeles, California... weighing in at 210 pounds, he is the master of the DDT... Stan Vishis! Stan rips his bandannas off and throws them in to the crowd. He hops off of the top rope as the Masked Assailant lunges at Stan. Stan ducks his flying forearm, and the Assailant goes flying in to the turnbuckle. He falls flat on his back, Stan grabs him by the next and hits his Disruptor DDT. He covers the newbie and gets the quick three count.Ring Announcer: Here is the winner... Stan Vishis! Stan slaps the Masked Assailant in the face as he lays on his back, then gets to his feet and stomps on his laid out body. As he stomps on the poor guy, The Reprobate rolls in to the ring. He joins in on the stomping and grabs the Assailant by the head, bringing him to his feet. He locks his arm over the neck... DDT! The Masked Assailant is once again laid out. Rep walks over to the side of the ring and grabs a microphone from the table.Rep: You wanted it, and you have it. I wait for my time to strike and it is always sweet. You chose to strike against Stan Vishis, but it will not be sweet for you. You know who you are, Stan knows who you are, and now I know who you are! Show yourself in this ring if you are a real man. "Out of the Ashes" by Symphony X hits. The lights dim and grayish smoke fills the arena. Various lights placed around the arena create the illusion that the world is devoid of color, basking the entire arena in a black and white aura, deepening shadows and enhancing the florescent lights. Rep and Stan are motionless in the ring as the lights come back on and none other than VorteX makes his way from behind the curtain. He walks down the ramp as Rep and Stan are ready for a fight. Rep backs up in to the corner, awaiting VorteX's entrance in to the ring. VorteX finally reaches the ring. Stan has the microphone now.Stan: CHEA! What now, motherfucker! You see, I got my main man behind me now. What the fuck you gonna do? Stan doesn't even wait for a response, he open hand slaps VorteX right in the face. VorteX doesn't attack... instead he stares blankly at Stan. Stan: Fuck, you gonna turn the other cheek now, pussy? You aint got shit to say now, huh? Now that The Reprobate is in the ring! CHEA CHEA CHEA! YOU GONNA DIE NOW, BOY! TURN THE OTHER CHEEK? NAH, FUCK THAT! DO ONTO OTHERS AS OTHERS DO ON TO YOU, OR SOME SHIT LIKE THAT! Stan drops the microphone. Rep drops out of the ring. The ring is now only occupied by VorteX, who was just slapped, and Stan Vishis, who thinks that he has a friend backing him up. Oh how wrong he is.
Stan goes ahead and slaps VorteX on the other cheek, and now since VorteX no longer has another cheek to turn, he hits a right hand on Stan, he goes down instantly and then plops back up. VorteX grabs Stan and hits his Psychosurgery. Stan is now laid out on the mat as VorteX gets to his feet and the fans cheer his attack of Stan. VorteX then walks over and grabs the fallen microphone, pauses a second, and begins to speak.VorteX: Well Rep, we have a bit of a problem on our hands now don’t we?Rep doesn’t say a word to VorteX, instead he shoots him a look of quiet fury. The fans cheer more as they can feel intensity building between the two men.VorteX: The sad part is, I barley even know you or whoever this idiot is. It doesn’t matter though, the fact of the matter is, he struck first and paid the consequences.Despite VorteX’s words, Rep still says nothing. In fact, he shows barely any emotion. A tinge of anger crosses his face and then it’s gone. The crowd begins to boo as Rep turns his back on the ring and walks to the back, it’s obvious they wanted more to come of the situation, and it’s equally obvious they must wait.VorteX: That’s fine, walk away. Here are a couple of suggestions though. One, get a dictionary for your lackey here; he obviously needs to brush up on his mastery of the English language. Two, look up the word exception in there while you’re at it, because if you keep messing with me I’m going to illustrate the full definition to you. And three, keep your lackeys in check because next time one of them tries to attack me I’m not going to be so nice.VorteX throws the microphone behind him, which bounces next to the fallen Stan and makes a rather large popping sound. He then rolls out of the ring and walks to the back, amidst a cheering crowd, a crowd that most likely wonders how Rep will react to VorteX’s actions.Credit: The Reprobate & VorteX
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