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Post by Jonny Spade on May 21, 2009 15:31:50 GMT -5
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Match 1: Bryce Vs. Lycos
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Match 2: Andrew Black Vs. Alex Trixer
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Match 3: Lee Homicide Vs. Michael Saint
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Match 4: Dave Shadow Vs. Danny Mainer
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Match 5:Thunderkiss Vs. Anthony Kalb & Kevin Fitsharris
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 21, 2009 15:32:59 GMT -5
“THE ENDS JUSTIFY THE MEANS” Credit: Steve Phillips, Thunderkiss Dietrich Zane: It was Phillips!
Thunderkiss: ~Hwuh?
Dietrich Zane: Steve Phillips. [The previous flashback has been burned into TK’s memory. He remembers what every sense was experiencing during that moment in time for it has not strayed from his consciousness for an instant. The smell of Zane’s fear. The touch of his windpipe crushing beneath his fingers. The sight of panic in Zane’s eyes as he slowly suffocated to death. The sound of his gagging ringing in his ears and the taste of revenge as the secret was revealed. Oh yes, he has waited all week to follow up on his discovery and he needs no more than two simple words to do exactly that.] Thunderkiss: STEVE. PHILLIPS. [He lowers the microphone. Steve Phillips has changed and certainly not for the better. Be that as it may, he is not and shall never be a coward. Unfortunately, the passing seconds off the clock tell a different story and soon Thunderkiss begins to question the Senator’s character. Just when it appears that another round of cat and mouse will be soon getting underway, the beats of “Money” by Pink Floyd hit and freeze Thunderkiss in his tracks.] Thunderkiss: Oh you gotta’ be shitting me. [Out comes The Senator’s two right hand men, Anthony Kalb & Kevin Fitsharris, the Capitalists. A look of disgust and disappointment cast themselves upon TK’s face. He wanted the main man and instead was given a couple of flunkies. Wanting nothing more than to wring a few necks, TK will take what he can get and proceeds out of the ring. However, Kalb & Fitsharris save him the trouble and soon place themselfs within striking distance.] “Fast” Eddie Edison: Big mistake, boys. Shoulda’ stayed up on the ramp! Anthony Kalb: Yo, Thunderman. The boss ain’t here tonight. Kevin Fitsharris: Yeah, he’s off in Washington doing his political stuff. You know how it is. He’s a busy man and stuff! He's got people to do, stuff to see...er...yeah, he's a busy man! Thunderkiss: Yeah, he’s a busy man alright. Busy hiring mercenaries to do his dirty work so he can keep his hands clean. Regular political stuff, I’m sure.Kevin Fitsharris: Hey, he would have done it him - [Kalb drives his elbow into Fitsharris stomach before he finishes his last sentence. Fitsharris realizes his gaff immediately and Kevin abruptly cuts him off before he can bungle any attempt at a correction.] Anthony Kalb: Yeah, well, we don’t know anything about that. Anyway, is there something we could help you with? He put us in charge of his wrestling business tonight. Thunderkiss: Boys, you and I have been drinking pals for as long as I can remember. I can’t begin to count how many times I’ve picked each one of you up off the floor after a long night of partying. Are you really going to lie to me like this to cover for the old man?Kevin Fitsharris: Now come on, TK! Kalb and I would never lie, cross my heart and hope to die! Thunderkiss: Alright, fine. Could you at least give him a message for me?[Kalb gives a look of uncertainty to Fitsharris. Kevin shrugs his shoulders and reluctantly nods his head. What could it possibly hurt? As he is about to find out - quite a lot.] Anthony Kalb: Sure...can't say that I really like the idea of being a message boy but- ~!~WHAM~!~ [Thunderkiss’ right cross drops Kalb like a bad habit. The number one contender for the ACW World Title explodes like a pressure boiler due to a massive month long build up of frustration. With pure animalistic savagery he leaps down upon the fallen cowboy and proceeds to turn his skull into powder.] Maxwell McNally: Somebody needs to get Thunderkiss under control before he does something we’ll all regret! “Fast” Eddie Edison: I say let ‘em go! Give the fans what they paid for! [Kalb is completely helpless and has been since the first sucker punch. His partner, Kevin, is not. The sight of his tag team partner being pummeled like concrete under a jackhammer provides him with an adrenaline rush the likes of which he has never seen before. He quickly retrieves a chair from the outside and proceeds to use it as the jaws of life to pry Thunderkiss off Kalb.] ~!~CRACK~!~ Kevin Fitsharris: Hey, you want a piece of this? You think Kalb's the only one here who can take a punch? You got another thing coming if you wanna ignore me! Thunderkiss: Grrrrrrrrrrrr.Kevin Fitsharris: Oh great, oh great, oh great...I didn't mean it, really, I didn't mean anything, I mean, we're still buddies, right, remember, it's not like I hurt you or anything, it's like you're a gigantic tank or something, you know, like the ones Kalb's dad makes, and that chair's like a bullet, it'd usually hurt oh so bad, but when it hits the tank, it just bounces off...I just hit you with it to get your attention...nevermind that bruise on your back...oh great, I'm toast... [Fitsharris’ intent is to only serve as a distraction and it his hopes that his mouth keeps TK at bay. With one eye on TK and the other on his partner, he leaps out of the ring the moment he succeeds to prevent himself from becoming TK’s next victim. Together the Capitalists scurry up the runway, Fitsharris dragging along the wounded Kalb with every step which humorously makes their retreat resemble a drunken stupor. TK follows suit and is hot on their heels, and then - ] Gingerdude: Evening, gentlemen. Going somewhere? [As if tonight could not get any worse for the Capitalists. They may answer to Steve Phillips, but it is this man who signs their paycheck. If they wish to prevent from becoming an unemployment statistic, they best respect his authority.] Gingerdude: It’s a shame that your “boss,” as you call him, is absent here tonight for I very much wanted to talk to him. You see, word has it that he was responsible for all those headaches my daughter and son-in-law had to endure recently. However, before we jump to conclusions like Thunderkiss here, I more than willing to let him plead his case. Until that time, however, I am left in a little bit of a bind. You see, Thunderkiss can be a slight pain in the rear when he gets like this. Now, if I let both of you walk out of here right now scott free, then it will be me having to deal with the burden of a 353 pound angry man and not you. I say that’s a bit unfair, don’t you? Anthony Kalb: Not really. Gingerdude *ignoring*: Therefore, the two of you will be facing the one of him, tonight, in the main event! [The crowd roars in approval, quite the opposite reaction to the Capitalists who look as if they have just been sentenced to death. From behind, the sound of TK’s knuckles popping certainly do not help calm their nerves.] Gingerdude: You two better not be a second late, and you, Thunderkiss, find some patience. It’s a virtue, don’t you know. [Ginger steps aside allowing Kalb and Fitsharris to pass. TK, breathing down their necks, tries to follow but Ginger slams the door shut. Shaking his head no, he sends a clear message for TK to wait. It takes a massive amount effort of but TK manages to leash his rage and the fans ready themselves for what will certainly be an explosive finale.] [FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 21, 2009 15:33:57 GMT -5
Segment: Poking The Animal Credit: Andrew Black and LyCoS “Animal” by 3 Days Grace blasts on the speakers and LyCoS quickly makes his way out to the ring. Following behind him is the young agent who found him, Chuck Evans, who is sporting a brand new suit and fancy sunglasses to match. When they get to the ring, LyCoS slides in under the ropes while Chuck climbs the stairs and steps in. As soon as he enters the ring he is handed a mic.Chuck: Heeellllllloooooo ACW! In case you forgot already, let me reintroduce myself. I am Chuck Evans, I was hired here as a road talent agent, and as of today I am also a manager. Who am I managing? Well of course I will be in the corner of the next big thing here in ACW….LyCos!!!The fans cheer as LyCoS lets out a hair raising howl that echoes throughout the arena. As he does this, the crowd howls back at him, something that still makes him smile. Chuck: At Spring Into Hell, I unleashed the most dangerous man on the planet into ACW, and he did not disappoint! I gave him three free lance wrestlers to fight and well, why don’t we all watch!Before he can finish Lycos jumps up at the first man in front of him, grabbing his head and slamming him to the mat face first. The other two men jump in now and start punching the back of the Lycos, keeping on his knees for several minutes. Almost effortlessly, Lycos pushes up, knocking both men back. One steps up and Lycos cracks him the jaw with a right a hand. The second steps up and he receives the same treatment. The man runs at him again and Lycos picks him up in a spine buster but instead of slamming him down he walks to the side of the ring and throws him out, sending him crashing to the floor.
He gets down on all fours again and as the second man runs at him, he jumps up and hits him with the "Prowl" (Think Alpha Male's "Pounce") sending him flying out of the ring as well. He gets up and starts stalking the third man who is cowering in the corner. He runs at him and delivers a kick to his face the not only busts open his head, but sends him crashing to the mat.
He picks up the head of the fallen man and starts delivering hard right hands, letting the blood pour from his head. He finally picks him up in a power bomb and drops him in the corner, the mans head hitting the turnbuckle in an unpleasant manner.
As Lycos looks at the blood on his right hand, Chuck nervously walks up to him with the ACW contract. Lycos takes his right hand and smears the blood all over the contract. With that, Lycos walks out of the ring and into the back, the fans still cheering Fade. Chuck: NOW THAT IS IMPRESSIVE!! I want to know how many ACW wrestlers have signed their contract in another man’s blood! However, if you found that impressive, than you better stay tuned! Because LyCoS is going straight to the top and I am taking him there. There is no one who can stop LyC…IIIIIIII'm only entertaining you Myyyyyyy goal is to stimulate, making you high And take you and I To a place you can't see But I believe you can flyyyyy
And with the intro to “Stimulate” by Eminem, Andrew Black moves out onto the stage with an ACW microphone in hand. He stands there in his ring gear, ready for his match with Alex Trixer later on in the night, hopefully bringing his professional wrestling record to four and oh. [/i] Andrew Black: So I don’t get it? You….were raised by wolves? Seriously? Like you hunted animals and shit? And you lived in a forest? For twenty plus years? Can you understand a word I’m saying or do you only speak in barks? LyCoS hears what Mr. Make You Tap says and jumps up onto the ropes, one foot on the second rope and the other on the bottom. He stares at the eighteen year old MMA fighter turned wrestler with an intense glare as he bounces up and down. Black is unphased. Andrew Black: Oh, so you can understand me, thats good that’s good. Well in that case, listen here. No matter what your owner here says, you aren’t going to make in anywhere in this industry. You have to have to be more than bloodthirsty, you have to be smart. And you, my friend, have the intelligence of well, a wolf. A dumb animal. LyCoS tries to jump out of the ropes but Chuck tries to hold him back. LyCoS continues to struggle, but Chuck has a good grasp on the man beast. All the former Fallout Openweight Champion can do is laugh. Andrew Black: Well Chuck, its good to see that you have control of the situation. You might want to invest in a leash for your pet though. Andrew Black walks to the back as LyCoS tries to get at the superstar. Chuck Evans eventually lets go of LyCoS but he runs to the back. The manager quickly follows, wanting to keep LyCoS in control and in the back of his mind thinking that Andrew Black should not have tapped on the metaphorical glass.
Fade to Black [/color]
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 21, 2009 15:35:59 GMT -5
Match 1: Bryce Vs. Lycos
Will get it once recieved.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 21, 2009 15:37:00 GMT -5
===================== An enemy of my enemy is a friend.
Chris Phenomenal and Thunderkiss ===================== [/b][/center] Cars upon fancy cars, upon fancier cars. They say you can judge a man by the car he drives and that’s especially true in the parking lot of the ACW Superstars. Hopping out of his sleek blue convertible is Chris Phenomenal who despite the injuries he has suffered over the past couple of weeks is back behind the wheel, a menace to those driving on ACW island. He must not be fully recovered however as he steps out of his row and is almost ran over by a Porche 911, and only one ACW superstar drives that car.Chris Phenomenal: Thunderkiss!Chris shakes himself off as the passenger door opens and the either lovely or hideous Grindhouse steps out.Grindhouse: Kiss, I can’t tell if this is a parking valet or a bum off the street. Should we give him the keys?Chris looks at Grindhouse, not recognizing who exactly it is, and obviously not having paid enough attention to the happenings at Spring Into Hell, that or he isn’t able to remember them.Chris Phenomenal: And who the fuck are you? Thunderkiss doesn’t usually bring his whores to the shows.Grindhouse begins to speak but Thunderkiss has already stepped out of the vehicle and looks at Chris Phenomenal surveying him.Thunderkiss: Speak to my wife like that again and I’ll pull that tongue right out of your mouth. Or better yet, let her do the honors since she seems to be into that kinda thing as of late. Anyway, where the fuck is your head at, boy? Don’t tell me you don’t recognize who this is?Chris looks at here, studying here features, taking an extra second on the most notable of which.Chris Phenomenal: Paige? What the fuck have you done to her Thunderkiss! You fucking son of a bitchChris looks ready for a fight, already lunging at Thunderkiss who stares at him not even flinching.Thunderkiss: It sure isn’t whoever Paige is. Allow me to introduce you to Grindhouse. You may know her under her other name, Anna Joseph-Sommers. Here’s a hint. She’s the one who signs your paychecks, so unless you want her to forget your name, remember her’s.That stops Chris in his tracks as he stares at Grindhouse, and backs off. Still not dropping his guard as he stares at Thunderkiss who returns the favor. Their stare down is interrupted by a tug of Thunderkiss‘ sleeve by his brideGrindehouse: Boy, this one is dense, isn’t he? Come on, sug’, let’s scat before his brain explodes under the stress of thinking of another word to say.With that Thunderkiss and Grindhouse begin to walk away.Chris Phenomenal: Hold up a minute.Thunderkiss and Grindhouse stop and look back at Chris Phenomenal, the tension having somehow dropped out of his face as if he has done a complete one eighty.Thunderkiss: I‘m holding, though you have less than a minute, son.Chris Phenomenal: I saw you and Matt the other night, what went down. I’ve been in this business almost a year and it got me thinkin’ which is never a good thing. We may never see eye to eye, you may see me as the evolution of yourself, from Rock and Roll to Hip Hop and Rap, from being respectful to down right dirt. You may never like me, but I’m goin’ to say this, and I can’t believe it, but you’ve got my respect. I don’t want this gettin’ back to Mach or nothin’, but if push comes to shove, and your lackey Shadow can’t cut it, you let me know.Grindhouse: Hah, baby, you got the guy who looks like he’s twelve years old’s respect! Well, I think you should retire now because what more of an accolade could one ever ask for in this business!Chris Phenomenal: Maybe you haven’t changed at all, you’re still one dumb bitch. You can insult Thunderkisss and call him every name under the sun but when you insult his wife you’ve crossed the line as evidence by the face of Thunderkiss dropping a bit in anger at Chris Phenomenal’s language towards his wife.Chris Phenomenal: Woah, easy there tiger, no need for hostilities. I‘ll tell ya why he might need my help. Senator has hundreds of thousands of dollars he can spend on anything he wants to take down Thunderkiss. Jake Steele has the Road Steelers wherever he goes. I know I may be only one man, but I think after my performance, last Sunday, after my performance at Fallen Heroes and even my match against “your man,” will have given him a different outlook on me, on what I can do in the ring.Thunderkiss and Grindhouse stare back at Chris, who isn’t going to be moved but they are wary of his motives, refusing to acknowledge his offer.Chris Phenomenal: Look at it this way, the Senator didn’t have the time of day for his fellow American at Fallen Heroes, and you’ll have been in a coma for you to not have seen the battles the Road Steelers and I have held. What’s the saying, the enemy of my enemy is a friend or some shit. You don’t need to take it if you want it, you wont hurt my feelings, but if you want a chance, it’s in your best interests to shake my hand.Chris extends his hand as Thunderkiss looks at it before begrudgingly taking it as Grindhouse works on.Thunderkiss: You make a sound argument, kid.The two let go of the shake as Grindhouse looks back at Chris, still a little mistrusting of the Harlem Superman.Grindhouse: I’ll be watching you.That comment seems to end thing’s as Thunderkiss and Grindhouse begin to walk away but the opportunity is too good for me to resist.Chris Phenomenal: Good to know seeing as how last night I was watching you and…Chris is cut off by Thunderkiss who turns around and gives him another sharp look, all but telling him that one more word would be his head.Chris Phenomenal: Easy there Teeks, she’s a solid catch. Enemy of enemy is friend remember.Thunderkiss gives a small chuckle at the arrogance and finally it appears as if they are going to walk away without being interrupted but alas, they can’t.Chris Phenomenal: Hey Grindhouse?Grindhouse: What...Chris Phenomenal: Maybe we can discuss my benefits package later?This comment doesn’t even draw a comment from Thunderkiss or Grindhouse who just walk away, leaving Chris standing alone as the scene begins to fade.Chris Phenomenal: A’right, catch ya later then?
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 21, 2009 15:37:30 GMT -5
Segment: Fuck You! Credit: Road Steelers
Following the conclusion of Spring into Hell, everyone had packed their bags up and went on their way, more than likely filled with mixed emotions of tiredness and excitement as they would return to ACW Island. Yet of course there is always an exception to a group of other people, and the Steelers are that exception for tonight. As the scene opens we see Charlotte King standing in the parking lot, presumably waiting for these exact men to arrive, as she has a microphone in her hand and a look of wonder sprawled across her face. She notifies the world of what exactly she is doing.
Charlotte King: Hello, ACW. I am here following the truly brutal and smashing main event between Jake Steele, and Hollywood Mach. For those of you who did not catch this matchup, the match ended in a draw after No. 1 Contender to the World Championship - Thunderkiss hit both competitors with his signature Goodnight Kiss, leaving both incapacitated. Usually I am not the type of interviewer who barges into others business, but I have to hear words from the Road Steelers, who were silent all throughout the night. And here they are now, lets go hear them out.
She sees the group walking down the steps and trying to make their way to the limo, but Charlotte is rather eager to get the scoop on their conditions. Yelling out the World Champion, who is being held up by Thunder Train, with Andrew Starr close by for possible extra support as Jake Steele uses his other arm to hold his title close to his stomach, his shades covering his eyes.
Charlotte: Steele! Steele! I’m sorry to pop up in a time like this, and I know you can barely stand. But do you think it’s feasible that I could get your thoughts on what just happened only a few moments ago?
They don’t stop for a few moments, in a hurry it would seem. Charlotte though stays persistent.
Charlotte: …Anything?
Thunder Train motions for the rest of the group to pause for a moment, and he blows out a sigh of slight annoyance. He knows he has to give her something to put in her notepad for the masses to hear, so he gives it straight to her.
Thunder Train: Listen, Charlotte. I appreciate that you want to get a good interview, and you want to cash in your paycheck… but tonight and now is just not the right time. Steele needs medical attention, and we’re all ready to go home and call it a night. When we get back on the island, I can assure you that we’ll answer all of your questions and more. Just not right now…
Charlotte: Well… thanks anyway.
Steele, Train and the rest of the Steelers continue on down the parking lot, and they reach their long black Hummer limo. Lee opens the door up for Steele, and Train helps him in. Lee and Davey hop inside of the limo, but just before Train and Starr can get in and they can tell the driver to speed off, one face that neither of them wants to see appears right before them. That face being of the chairman, Jonathan Gingerdude. Train looks agitated for obvious reasons, snapping at the “boss.”
Thunder Train: What do YOU want?
Chairman Gingerdude: Don’t you give me that tone, Train. I’m here to tell your “leader” something of importance regarding his temporary reign as champion. I’m sure he wants to hear of it.
Steele manages to slide over some, and he looks back at Ginger, disgusted as well but wanting to know why he’s in their presence.
Jake Steele: Wh-what do you want… Ginga’.
Chairman Gingerdude: Ah, nice to see you’re not exactly dead yet. Leaves room for Thunderkiss to finish the job. Or Macho Man, whomever breaks you first.
Jake Steele: What da fuck you talkin’ about?
Chairman Gingerdude: It’s quite simple, really. Though I know you and the rest of your cronies lack the proper brain cells to even comprehend the easiest of messages.
Starr steps closer to Gingerdude, and gives him a quick warning.
Andrew Starr: Watch what you say, Ginger. [/COLOR] Gingerdude adjusts his tie, and looks away from Starr as if he said nothing, looking back at Steele.
Chairman Gingerdude: *Ahem*… anyway. Let me get straight to my point. In a few weeks time, two to be exact, we will be having our “Anniversary Show”. Of course this means five strong years of Alpha Championship Wrestling, but it also means something else. It means the beginning of the beginning of a new era. A era I like to call the… Thunderkiss Era. And while I know he would love to beat you and take your title away from you at Omega Effect, I have another opponent in mind for him on that date.
Jake Steele: Yeah, who?
Chairman Gingerdude: Hollywood Mach.
Thunder Train: That loser, again? What a genius idea, man. Next thing you know you are going to make me face Jason Freeman again. I bet he would score so close to perfecting his SAT but then blow it. What a loser.
Chairman Gingerdude: I wasn’t finished. You will compete against Hollywood Mach, yes. But of course I can’t just place a match on the card of the biggest show before Omega Effect, with no special attractions to it! Jake Steele, in two weeks you will defend that title you barely hold over your shoulder now … in a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs Match! Have fun.
Chairman Gingerdude flashes a evil smile, and begins to laugh to himself just as his own limo appears and he gets inside. The Steelers shoot a sharp look towards the car, before Steele motions for the rest of them to get inside of the Hummer. They do just that, and close the doors. Steele looks at the rest of his boys, and he utters one last, but strong word.
Jake Steele: Motherfucker…
Fade
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 21, 2009 15:38:00 GMT -5
Segment: Catching Up Is Hard To Do, Pt. 1 (Credit: Hitman)
On a rather boring Wednesday afternoon, Kayla Anne Stevens was out of school and was walking to her home, if she could even call it that. She was living at her best friend's house for a while until she could move out and start a career path of her own. As she sighed, bored and depressed, Kayla finally had approached the house. She went to go inside but suddenly saw a car pull up next to her. Kayla spun around on her heels and looked inside.
Kayla: What the...
Once the car door was thrown open, out stepped a rather large man. Kayla looked on and felt a surprised smile come across her face. Her brother was back.
Kayla: TYLER!!!
Hitman solemnly nodded before bending over and catching his sister in his arms, holding her up in the air. Hitman felt the tears from Kayla fall onto his shoulder, almost soaking his shirt in the process. He set her down and softly smiled at her.
Hitman: I'm home.
Kayla: How did you--? But I--
Hitman: It's a long story. But I finally got out of that asshole's clutches. I'm my own man now and I'm in control of my own life... Hey, where's Mom?
And just like that, there was no smile. Kayla looked down at the ground and looked up to find Hitman looking on, confused at her.
Kayla: Mom died in January.
Hitman: WHAT?
Kayla: It was heart disease.
At this point, Hitman felt despair set in and he slicked his hair back with his hands in disbelief.
Hitman: No... What about everyone else?
Kayla: The family didn't want anything to do with me. I got sick and tired of being involved in a circus so they sent me here to live with my best friend. I haven't spoken with Uncle Scooter in months.
Hitman's world is crashing down around him with every word Kayla speaks. Why is it all coming to this? Hitman suddenly remembers one last person and he confronts Kayla, putting his mighty hands on her shoulders.
Hitman: Serenity... What about her?
Kayla winced upon hearing her name and Hitman could tell this was not going to be good.
Kayla: Serenity took it pretty hard... She thought you would be gone forever and then she thought that she only loved you because of your fame. She moved in November. Now she lives in Calgary with her new boyfriend.
Hitman took his hands off of Kayla's shoulders and paced around, almost as if he didn't want to accept this. Suddenly, he bellowed and struck the side of the car with his foot, creating a massive dent. Kayla backed off as Hitman paused to think about what to do before finally reaching his decision.
Hitman: Fuck it, get in the car.
Kayla: What for?
Hitman: JUST GET IN!
Kayla, obviously not wanting to be in front of a figurative raging bull, complied and quickly went to the passenger's side of the vehicle. Hitman then got in the driver's side and put the car into gear.
Hitman: I've got some laundry to air out.
Hitman quickly spun the vehicle around and in seconds, drove off to confront his ex-girlfriend. Calgary was in the giant's sights... Could anyone dare to get in his way?
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 21, 2009 15:38:42 GMT -5
Don’t Be Late Jack Jefferson
It’s early in the morning, the sunshine is just starting to peek through the curtains, when Jack Jefferson wakes up. He rolls over, groaning softly to himself and clutching his splitting head. He surveys the scene around him and realises he has absolutely no idea where he is – the memories of last night are a blur and the empty bottle of Jack Daniels carelessly cast aside on the floor tells its own story. He steps out of the bed, collecting his clothes from various parts of the room and hastily throwing them on as he tiptoes around the room, wanting to avoid waking the woman sleeping in the bed.
Jefferson, shoes in hand, goes over to the door and turns the handle to leave but curiosity gets the better of him and he walks carefully back over to the bed, slowly pulling the covers back. As he sees the woman’s face he winces and shudders slightly to himself. He then quickly makes his way back over to the door, shaking his head as he does so. He carefully opens the bedroom door, clicking it closed cautiously behind him. He walks into the kitchen, grabbing a nearby clean glass and filling it with water. He downs the cool liquid in one and exhales in satisfaction before placing the glass down, slipping on his shoes, and making his way over to the front door.
He closes his eyes, covering them with his hand, as the bright sunlight hits him. It takes him a while to become acclimatised to the sunlight and take in his surroundings, it’s at this point he realises he has no idea where is. He pulls out his mobile phone and finds a taxi number.
Jefferson: Yeah, can I have a Taxi please? ...Soon as possible. To er...
He turns around to look at the house number.
Jefferson: ...number 27...erm...
He squints at the street sight at the end of the road.
Jefferson: ...Rosehill Drive, I think. The name’s Jack Jefferson, I’ll be waiting outside.
Jefferson perches himself on the steps leading to the front door and begins playing around with his phone in order to look busy. Thankfully it isn’t long before the taxi arrives and, with a wry smile, he is able to climb in and tell the taxi driver his address.
The journey isn’t an enjoyable one for Jefferson, car journeys when you’re severely hungover rarely are, and by the time he gets back to his apartment he is glad to be able to get out and feel the breeze on his face. He tosses some money through the window to the taxi driver and breathes in deeply, enjoying the bite of the morning air, before walking up the steps to his apartment.
As soon as he reaches his front door it’s apparent there is something wrong, the door creaking open as he tries to put his key in the lock making this painfully obvious. Senses heightened and feeling suddenly awake Jefferson steps into the apartment, treading quietly in case there’s anybody inside. The sight he is greeted with is one of chaos, his apartment has been turned upside down but it doesn’t appear that anything has been taken, the big screen TV is still in place as is the stereo system. A confused look on his face, Jefferson makes his way over to the bedroom and cautiously pushes the door open.
His bedroom has been given the same treatment; his bedding has been tossed around the room, there are feathers everywhere from slashed pillows, and his mattress has been thrown into the en-suite bathroom. He turns to leave and go inspect the damage in the other areas of his home but some writing on the back of the door catches his eye. It says:
“O’Neil’s. 9 O’clock. Don’t be late!”
Fade to Black
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 21, 2009 15:39:04 GMT -5
Segment: The mighty return (Credit: Hitman)
Ah, just another fun episode of Meltdown for everyone to enjoy. So far, the fans have seen a great deal of action and hope to see some more coming along the way. But just then, surprise overtakes them. The reason for this is because the lights mysteriously and unexpectedly cut out. Ginger probably forgot to pay the bills, one fan thinks. But sure enough, the sounds of Heaven & Hell's "Fear" enter the arena. Surely, it's a newcomer that will be all but forgotten within two weeks. But once the person in question steps out from the curtain, they find its silhouette most peculiar.
Once the lights come back on, Hitman of the Gods is standing on top of the entrance ramp.
The crowd only needs 0.000292 seconds to react before they go absolutely batshit insane upon seeing Hitman. "But he's dead!", they cry. "How could he be alive?", another says. Rest assured, all questions will be answered but for now, Hitman looks around and gives a solemn nod to those in attendance. He makes his way down the ramp and sees people standing to their feet as one. As the song reaches the chorus, Hitman shows no emotion as he makes his way up the steps and onto the apron, stepping over the top rope. Once in the ring, Hitman scans around to find many people clapping for his return. Hitman grabs a microphone from the stunned Philip Jones and listens to his music fade. He slowly raises the mic up to his mouth and addresses the public.
Hitman: Hello. Erm. Not sure if any of you remember me but, um…
He stops and listens to the crowd, expecting jeers for seemingly lying to them. However, he gets something else in return:
Crowd: HITMAN! HITMAN! HITMAN! HITMAN!
Hitman: Oh, well that's good then!
Hitman lowers the mic once more and hears the cheers and bewildered murmurs from the crowd before guiding the mic back to his mouth.
Hitman: All right, you want to know the truth? Here it is. I did not fake my death, much like Andrew Hunter or Danny Mainer have done before me. I was kidnapped and cruelly taken from my family. I was taken away to Oslo in Norway to have memory-altering experiments conducted on me. I did not mean to be separated from my friends and family but such was the cruel hand of fate. I was kept there for ten months while everyone assumed me to be a dead man. I was written off from the rest of the world while they kept me in Norway, teaching me to hate the world, hate Ancient Greece and hate the people that have supported me all those months ago.
The crowd doesn't understand who the kidnappers would be but they silently listen.
Hitman: So I did what any desperate man would do in my giant shoes… I broke free and returned home. But there was no collective sympathy, no welcome homes and no pats on the back, except from my sister. My mother passed away earlier this year, the rest of my family cut their ties from my sister Kayla and my once-girlfriend Serenity abandoned her, leaving her alone so she could be stepped on and abused by everyone around her. Well, I got my payback. I taught Serenity a lesson in humility she will never forget and I packed my bags, took Kayla with me and moved to Athens, which is a place I've always wanted to live. And as far as I go? Well, I don't have family anymore. I don't need those circus freaks tugging me towards their act. I have my sister Kayla to be my family and you know who else I have?
Hitman suddenly points to everyone in the crowd, rotating to get every fan in his sight.
Hitman: I have… All of you.
The fans respond with cheers as Hitman suddenly breaks his emotionless trance with a smile.
Hitman: I have Eddie Edison and Maxwell McNally! I have Philip Jones! I have Charlotte King, Kevin Anderson, little Timmy in the second row here, the popcorn vendor guy in section 108. You guys are more reliable than anyone I've ever known in my life. And for that, I thank you for accepting me back into your arms after this whole fiasco.
The crowd fires up the cheers once more.
Hitman: And as far as what happens now, I plan on getting back into the groove of things here in ACW and finally planning on winning a title. So to whoever holds a belt, whoever is a champ, you better get on your knees and pray for someone to save you. Nothing's going to save you from… FEEEEEEEEEEEEELIIIIIING… THE WRATH…
Crowd: OF THE GODS!
Hitman: YEAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Hitman drops the mic and throws his arms back, roaring with sheer power and elation of being back. The fans continue to go wild for the returning giant and he exits the ring and begins making his way up the ramp. He tags some hands along the way before stopping at the top of the ramp and raising his left arm in the air. Hitman then takes his leave and allows the crowd to sink in what just happened.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 21, 2009 15:40:07 GMT -5
Match 2: Andrew Black Vs. Alex Trixer
Will be posted when recieved
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 21, 2009 15:40:29 GMT -5
Book 1: D-Town Chapter 1: The Home Life Credit: Andrew Black [/i][/center] August 16th
The siren sounds: five o’clock; my day is over. The other man and myself who are not on the late night shift put down their various tools move to the gates at the street side, where the exit is. As they make their way to punch out, everyone takes off their goggles, hard hats, and gloves, including myself. I punch out and begin the long and dreadful walk home. There is still plenty of daylight left but my mood is black as night; you think someone would be happy after they leave their job at the construction site. Not me. I get to go home to my father.
To put it plain and simple, he is the stereotypical drunk. In the morning, we both wake up later to go to our full time jobs, mine at a construction site for the addition to the Greektown Casino and his at a Ford plant. We come home and do very different things. He often beats me home because he has the car and then he often beats me brother when he gets home. Yeah, you read that right. Tommy: Dad stop! I pick up the pace to a jog to run into our 8 Mile-style trailer park and then into the Black family trailer. My dad is pushing Timmy up against our kitchen area and my brother is trying to assume a standing fetal position. They both see me throw the door open and my Dad, Ronald Black, backs away/ Ronald: I wasn’t doing anything, we were just talking. Sure Dad, c’mon lets sit you down.Its a good night: he doesn’t put up a fight. Like a dog who knows he has done something wrong, he walks away from Tommy and sits in his big chair that faces our small TV. I help Tommy up off the floor that he is now resting on and help him into our room. I move all of his school work off his bed and help him lie down. That poor kid goes through this everyday. He goes to school at the local high school, he’s a sophomore now at fifteen years old. He would have dropped out like I did if he wasn’t so goddamn smart. He must have got it from his mom since Ronald is too stupid to understand. I shut the door, assming Tommy will just go to sleep.
So I calm my Dad down and get a Coors Light in his hand, allowing the Silver Bullet to slowly kill what is left of my family. As you can probably guess, my mother, who probably goes by the name Suzanne Wilson is out of the picture. Tommy Black isn’t my real brother, he’s my half brother, related through my father. Ronald was not a smart man, and got a woman pregnant with Tommy. Needless to say, she wasn’t my mother. So she peaced and now Ron is stuck with two boys, and not enough money to stay in the house we had. Now we are in this trailer.
And once again needless to say, Ron isn’t the biggest fan of Tommy. He blames his for his wife leaving… too bad he is too drunk to realize that its all his fault. I’ve tried talking to him but he is helpless so I just let him go on. I tell Tommy he needs to learn to defend himself because one day I won’t be here but he always comes says that he’s the brain and I’m the brawn. Tommy: Can I come tonight? I told you that kid is smart. He noticed I started to take off my work clothes and change into normal clothes: a wife beater and long jean shorts. Sure, I look a little hood but one, I am, and two, I think its comfortable. Anyway, I nod yes and he smiles big and runs into his room. Thirty seconds later, he is cleaned up and out of the trailer. I follow him outside, leaving me Dad to do whatever the hell he pleases.
I wrap my arm around his head and give him the older brother noogie. We get out of the trailer park and onto the road, walking down the empty, poorly lit streets, ready to waste the night away with a few of the people that make this shithole worth it.
Fade To Black [/i][/color]
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 21, 2009 15:40:58 GMT -5
Project RED [/color] Credit: VorteX [/center] 11th February 2008 0000 hours At a time like this, it would seem that taking the elevator could be a fatal mistake. If power were to be cut from the building, the men would be trapped much like flies in a jar. Winters knew however that they would not cut power from the building, as the Rapid Neuron Analysis machines would overload the backup power, possibly instantly killing Dimitrius.
Winters pushes the call button, and patiently waits. He doesn’t have to wait long before a stun grenade is hurled down the hallway by one of the guards. Out of pure chance, the elevator door opens as this happens and the grenade goes bouncing inside. Winters signals for the men to spread out, thus avoiding most of the impending explosion. The elevator door begins to close just as the grenade explodes, leaving a huge dent in the doors and stopping them completely. The resulting sound is enough to stun the men for an instant, giving the guard at the far end of the hall time to raise his gun.
One of the special ops soldiers quickly rolls a smoke bomb toward the far end of the hall, and as it erupts the guard begins firing wildly through the fog. Shots rip through the smoke causing it to rip and shift, and all five men go to a crouch position to avoid the wild shots. At this instant the smoke begins to clear, the men regain their senses, and two more guards come running in from the left and right, surrounding the men in this T-shaped corridor.
All hell breaks loose in the hallway, and the two soldiers that came from the left and right draw stun grenades of there own. They don’t get to use them however, as they are gunned down quickly by the special ops soldiers. The grenades dropped to the floor, pins pulled. The third guard doesn’t notice this and rushes Winters, obviously a bad choice. Another extremely loud explosion and all men are sent into an extreme state of vertigo. The room seems to twist and fade, the sound of the bellowing alarm weaving in and out of the air like a snake.
The man hits Winters at a stumble, sending both men painfully backward into the ajar elevator doors. Being as it is five-to-one, the man doesn’t stand a chance, and as soon as the opportunity presents itself, he is promptly met with a skull splitting blow to the head via rifle butt. Winters pushes the man off him and stumbles up to a vertical base.Winters: To the stairs, Now! Before more guards can arrive, the men hurry into the stairwell and begin ascending the mammoth building. The previous building was around 15 stories in height; the main building however towers at around 35 stories in height. Running up 20 stories could take a bit of time, however the extreme conditioning of the men allows them to ascend the building rather rapidly.
The men get to about the 30th floor landing and the door to the floor flies open suddenly. One of the soldiers taking up the rear is caught off guard and thrown backwards onto the stairs. Before he can recover a spray of bullets pierce his protective mask producing a red cloud.Winters: Damn! Fall back! The two soldiers in the front of Winters sprint up to the next landing. Winters retreats about midway up the stairs, and the soldier behind him levels his gun and begins firing at the door. The guard behind the door isn’t about to come out into the open, and fires blindly from behind the door frame. Not wanting to lose any more men, Winters gives an order. Winters: Throw a Frag! Not questioning the order, the soldier produces a frag and he and Winters retreat further up the stairs, while the soldier cooks off the grenade. The soldier hurls the frag expertly into the doorway, and the two men take off running up the stairs. The resulting explosion is enough to throw the men forward onto the next landing, amidst a cloud of mortar, metal shards, and body parts.
The four men proceed up to the final floor, and the two soldiers taking point kick open the door and do a sweep check of both sides. The area is clear; however the fun isn’t over yet. Since this floor is a very high security area, the door between the men and Dimitrius is large, metal, and about 5 feet thick. The surrounding walls are also composed of thick metal, to prevent someone blowing through them.
The only feasible way through the door is a 10-digit keypad coupled with a retinal and fingerprint scanner. Due to Winters previous employment with the Foundation and his close work with Dimitrius’s creator, he has the necessary credentials to bypass the door. The door creaks open slowly and loudly, revealing a spacious room. Inside the room is a single computer terminal connected to a large machine, which is in turn connected to Dimitrius and Abel, both lying prone on lab tables. Two of the soldiers flank the mammoth door and the third follows Winters to the terminal, providing cover.
Winters unsheathes the device from his belt and inserts it into one of the Terminals USB ports. Of course the Terminal asks for an access code, and Winters quickly bypasses it. The Device is known as RED or “Real-time Escape Device” and allows one to be manually extracted from an RNA machine without harm. The device begins whirring, LED lights blinking, and the terminal shows a progress bar.
The bar doesn’t even get half-way before it stops. The bar actually begins to go in reverse now, someone or something is hacking the RNA terminal.Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 21, 2009 15:41:23 GMT -5
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU” Credit: Thunder Train, Jake Steele, Dave Shadow, Thunderkiss Jonathan Gingerdude: Happy birthday my favorite Grandson in the entire world! Dillon Joseph-Sommers: Goo! [Happy birthday, indeed. It has been one year to the day that Dillon Joseph-Sommers entered this world and together family and friends gather to celebrate this anniversary. An elaborate decor suitable for the occasion surrounds the family at all sides. While Dillon is too young to understand the day’s festivities, his parents care not. When you are the heiress to a fortune five-hundred company or the world’s most coveted sports entertainer, you second yourself to none and that includes parties. The moment Dillon came out of the womb they stuck a silver spoon in his mouth and for better or for worse he’ll only have the best life has to offer. While Ginger spends some refreshing quality time with his grandson, Anna & TK can’t help but reminisce back to his birth, but also speculate about the future.] Thunderkiss: Man, I can’t believe it’s been a year already. Time really does fly. Before you know it, he’s going to be going to school. Then dating, swooning woman like his old man.Grindhouse: If you dare ever give him relationship advice, I’ll staple your mouth shut. The last thing I want for my son is to have him arrested for sexual assault as a teenager. Thunderkiss: What?! I have a way with the ladies, you know.Grindhouse: *Scoff* Yeah you do.Thunderkiss: Well I got you, didn’t I?Grindhouse: You had to pay my father one million dollars for my attention. I’d hardy call that “a way with the ladies.”Thunderkiss: But look at it this way, you were the worlds most expensive prostitute!~!~THUD~!~ [There is no laugh track, only screams as her elbow pierces his rib cage.] Thunderkiss: Ouch! Damn woman!Grindhouse: Learn how to treat a lady.Thunderkiss: I will when I find one.[She raises an eyebrow in his direction as if to question his sanity. Obviously Pavlov’s theory of classical conditioning does not apply to Thunderkiss’ thick skull.] Thunderkiss: Alright! Alright! That’s my last one, I promise![Expecting some sort of witty retort Thunderkiss is only greeted with uncharacteristic silence. Her eyes focused elsewhere, he follows their path until he discovers the reason why the cat ran away with her tongue. Walking across the lawn is none other than the Road Steelers and they come not bearing gifts, only violent intent.] Grindhouse: I didn’t put them on the guest list. Did you?[Anna’s question is left unanswered as he darts away from his wife’s side like a bullet from a gun.] Grindhouse: I’ll take that as a big no, sugah’. Go have some fun![Thunderkiss puts as much distance between Dillon and the Road Steelers as possible, rolling up his sleeves and the while. The second he enters Jake’s personal space he gives him not an inch and blocks Steele’s progress by placing his face directly in front of the World Champion’s.] Thunderkiss: Do yourself a favor and turn around right now.Jake Steele: And why would I do dat? I mean, you seem to not care about butting into my business, right. I just thought I’d return da favor. Thunderkiss: Cut the bullshit, Steele. You want to start messing around with my family like every other clown that wants to make a name for themselves? Do I need to remind you of what happens to people who mess with my family or better yet, how about I show you? Thunder Train: I just wanted to wish my Godson a happy birthday. Where is the little tyke? Thunderkiss: I don’t think I was talking to you so keep your mouth shut you fat fuck.Jake Steele: Now, now Thunderdroz. No need to be all hostile here. We just here to have a good time! We came to party and bullshit with da "Sommers-Joseph" connection! [Thunderkiss’ temper is reaching critical. After protecting his family from the threat of harm for over the month, he has not the patience to start doing it again. If it’s Steele’s intentions of playing mind games with him, perhaps it is he who should beat him to the punch, literally.] Gingerdude: Is there a problem here, gentlemen? Jake Steele: Naw man, no problem... no problem at all. I was just telling your "son" that we came for some birthday well wishes! Cause we all know dat children just love to get a touch of MY World Title. I’m all about da kids, man. Steele just love da kids!Gingerdude: Yeah, I’m sure. Unfortunately gentlemen this is a private party. I think it’s in your best interests to leave. Jake Steele: Leave?! Oh no, Ginga', we just got here brah. And goddamn, are we thirsty! Thunder Train: Nice cake....MMM I like cake....[With a smug look on his face, Thunder Train reaches into Dillon’s birthday cake with his bare hands. Using them as a bulldozer he begins to funnel cake into his mouth until there is nothing left. The entire time Jake Steele laughs and to Thunderkiss, the sound resembles that of fingernails going down a chalkboard. With wild eyes he looks at the World Champion, the same look Ginger has seen multiple times shortly before Thunderkiss goes on the rampage. Stepping between him and his future opponent, Ginger makes a human barrier before his Omega Effect main event lay in ruin, as well as his grandson’s birthday party.] Thunderkiss: Mother. Fucker.Gingerdude: Just let it be, Thunderkiss. Today is your son’s birthday. It is not the time nor the place. Thunderkiss: Oh? How about you tell that to them.Gingerdude: Kiss ... [Thunderkiss folds his hand, however, not before giving an ultimatum.] Thunderkiss: Handle it, or I will. You got 10 seconds, Dad. [He turns away and the thespian in him slaps on a smile in an effort to not frighten his son. He counts with every step, his ears listen intently to the conversation behind him.] Gingerdude: You pull this stunt again, damn the consequences, I’ll have Thunderkiss take on Gary at Omega Effect. Don’t think for a second that you have me over the barrel, Steele. Oh, and that cake is coming right out of both of your salaries. Now trust me, do yourselves a favor and scram before the big guy makes it to ten. Jake Steele: OoOoOoOo! You heard dat shit Train? Dat cake is comin' out of OUR salaries. We better leave, before he decides to take another twenty dollars away from our paychecks. Who knows, next he might include da chips! Haha... you be easy Kiss, you too Ginga'.[Steele nods and Train and they reluctantly call it a day. Not because they have been backed down by the Chairman’s threats, but because the numbers game has just fallen out of their favor. Into view comes Dave Shadow who has arrived late. As a wise man once said, “better late than never.” For every step Shadow takes forward, the Steelers take back until they are out of sight but certainly not of mind.] Dave Shadow: Um...why do I feel like I missed something exciting? Thunderkiss: Just a couple of jackasses looking for trouble.Dave Shadow: And did they find it?Thunderkiss: They always do. Always.[FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 21, 2009 15:42:01 GMT -5
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU” Credit: Thunder Train, Jake Steele, Dave Shadow, Thunderkiss Jonathan Gingerdude: Happy birthday my favorite Grandson in the entire world! Dillon Joseph-Sommers: Goo! [Happy birthday, indeed. It has been one year to the day that Dillon Joseph-Sommers entered this world and together family and friends gather to celebrate this anniversary. An elaborate decor suitable for the occasion surrounds the family at all sides. While Dillon is too young to understand the day’s festivities, his parents care not. When you are the heiress to a fortune five-hundred company or the world’s most coveted sports entertainer, you second yourself to none and that includes parties. The moment Dillon came out of the womb they stuck a silver spoon in his mouth and for better or for worse he’ll only have the best life has to offer. While Ginger spends some refreshing quality time with his grandson, Anna & TK can’t help but reminisce back to his birth, but also speculate about the future.] Thunderkiss: Man, I can’t believe it’s been a year already. Time really does fly. Before you know it, he’s going to be going to school. Then dating, swooning woman like his old man.Grindhouse: If you dare ever give him relationship advice, I’ll staple your mouth shut. The last thing I want for my son is to have him arrested for sexual assault as a teenager. Thunderkiss: What?! I have a way with the ladies, you know.Grindhouse: *Scoff* Yeah you do.Thunderkiss: Well I got you, didn’t I?Grindhouse: You had to pay my father one million dollars for my attention. I’d hardy call that “a way with the ladies.”Thunderkiss: But look at it this way, you were the worlds most expensive prostitute!~!~THUD~!~ [There is no laugh track, only screams as her elbow pierces his rib cage.] Thunderkiss: Ouch! Damn woman!Grindhouse: Learn how to treat a lady.Thunderkiss: I will when I find one.[She raises an eyebrow in his direction as if to question his sanity. Obviously Pavlov’s theory of classical conditioning does not apply to Thunderkiss’ thick skull.] Thunderkiss: Alright! Alright! That’s my last one, I promise![Expecting some sort of witty retort Thunderkiss is only greeted with uncharacteristic silence. Her eyes focused elsewhere, he follows their path until he discovers the reason why the cat ran away with her tongue. Walking across the lawn is none other than the Road Steelers and they come not bearing gifts, only violent intent.] Grindhouse: I didn’t put them on the guest list. Did you?[Anna’s question is left unanswered as he darts away from his wife’s side like a bullet from a gun.] Grindhouse: I’ll take that as a big no, sugah’. Go have some fun![Thunderkiss puts as much distance between Dillon and the Road Steelers as possible, rolling up his sleeves and the while. The second he enters Jake’s personal space he gives him not an inch and blocks Steele’s progress by placing his face directly in front of the World Champion’s.] Thunderkiss: Do yourself a favor and turn around right now.Jake Steele: And why would I do dat? I mean, you seem to not care about butting into my business, right. I just thought I’d return da favor. Thunderkiss: Cut the bullshit, Steele. You want to start messing around with my family like every other clown that wants to make a name for themselves? Do I need to remind you of what happens to people who mess with my family or better yet, how about I show you? Thunder Train: I just wanted to wish my Godson a happy birthday. Where is the little tyke? Thunderkiss: I don’t think I was talking to you so keep your mouth shut you fat fuck.Jake Steele: Now, now Thunderdroz. No need to be all hostile here. We just here to have a good time! We came to party and bullshit with da "Sommers-Joseph" connection! [Thunderkiss’ temper is reaching critical. After protecting his family from the threat of harm for over the month, he has not the patience to start doing it again. If it’s Steele’s intentions of playing mind games with him, perhaps it is he who should beat him to the punch, literally.] Gingerdude: Is there a problem here, gentlemen? Jake Steele: Naw man, no problem... no problem at all. I was just telling your "son" that we came for some birthday well wishes! Cause we all know dat children just love to get a touch of MY World Title. I’m all about da kids, man. Steele just love da kids!Gingerdude: Yeah, I’m sure. Unfortunately gentlemen this is a private party. I think it’s in your best interests to leave. Jake Steele: Leave?! Oh no, Ginga', we just got here brah. And goddamn, are we thirsty! Thunder Train: Nice cake....MMM I like cake....[With a smug look on his face, Thunder Train reaches into Dillon’s birthday cake with his bare hands. Using them as a bulldozer he begins to funnel cake into his mouth until there is nothing left. The entire time Jake Steele laughs and to Thunderkiss, the sound resembles that of fingernails going down a chalkboard. With wild eyes he looks at the World Champion, the same look Ginger has seen multiple times shortly before Thunderkiss goes on the rampage. Stepping between him and his future opponent, Ginger makes a human barrier before his Omega Effect main event lay in ruin, as well as his grandson’s birthday party.] Thunderkiss: Mother. Fucker.Gingerdude: Just let it be, Thunderkiss. Today is your son’s birthday. It is not the time nor the place. Thunderkiss: Oh? How about you tell that to them.Gingerdude: Kiss ... [Thunderkiss folds his hand, however, not before giving an ultimatum.] Thunderkiss: Handle it, or I will. You got 10 seconds, Dad. [He turns away and the thespian in him slaps on a smile in an effort to not frighten his son. He counts with every step, his ears listen intently to the conversation behind him.] Gingerdude: You pull this stunt again, damn the consequences, I’ll have Thunderkiss take on Gary at Omega Effect. Don’t think for a second that you have me over the barrel, Steele. Oh, and that cake is coming right out of both of your salaries. Now trust me, do yourselves a favor and scram before the big guy makes it to ten. Jake Steele: OoOoOoOo! You heard dat shit Train? Dat cake is comin' out of OUR salaries. We better leave, before he decides to take another twenty dollars away from our paychecks. Who knows, next he might include da chips! Haha... you be easy Kiss, you too Ginga'.[Steele nods and Train and they reluctantly call it a day. Not because they have been backed down by the Chairman’s threats, but because the numbers game has just fallen out of their favor. Into view comes Dave Shadow who has arrived late. As a wise man once said, “better late than never.” For every step Shadow takes forward, the Steelers take back until they are out of sight but certainly not of mind.] Dave Shadow: Um...why do I feel like I missed something exciting? Thunderkiss: Just a couple of jackasses looking for trouble.Dave Shadow: And did they find it?Thunderkiss: They always do. Always.[FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 21, 2009 15:42:21 GMT -5
Segment: Getting Inside The Mind of the Steelers, pt. 1 Credit: The Road Steelers
As we return from our commercial break to pay some bills, we fade into a room with six seats set up, and six men in them. Sitting in the first seat, away from the other five is interviewer, Kevin Anderson. Most times he would be seen as an annoyance and Charlotte King would take on a duty like this, but for some odd reason he's been chosen as the main interviewer. And the men he's interviewing? The most illustrious and strongest group to hit ACW since The Untouchables, The Road Steelers. All five men sit in their chairs, Jake Steele, Thunder Train, Lee Homicide, Andrew Starr and Davey Dickinson with Sara Brooks standing next to him. They are clearly a unit, and plan to be interviewed as such. The camera closes up on Anderson, and he introduces the world to this segment... which this description already did, but that's not important right now. Just listen.
Kevin Anderson: Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to the first installment of “Inside the Mind of the Road Steelers”. I’m your host, Kevin “The Internet” Anderson, and with me I have five men who since August of last year have quickly made a name for themselves, capturing championships and defeating some of the biggest names the company has to offer, along the way. But as always when you have success radiate from you, people tend to get jealous, and… that is definitely the case as of late with you all. And honestly, it has been since your start, whether it be due to the cockiness, arrogance, or some other factor that makes people want to break you all down. Though lately it has increased tenfold from the days of the past, which brings me to my first question. Mr. Steele, ever since becoming ACW’s World Champion, a blatant target has appeared on your back. You’ve had people literally come out of the woodworks to challenge you, and at times I’ve seen all of this pressure build up for you, and even cause you to try and take out people who you may consider close to you. An example of that being Dan White, when you two fought in one of the best “Chain Matches” I’ve witnessed in ACW since my start as a interviewer. Tell me, how does the pressure really effect you?
Jake Steele: Pressure? Kevin, I don’t feel pressure as World Champ. I feel that as top champ, people want to, at every twist and turn… bring me down. It’s almost became an addiction to those surrounded around me and who want my title. They want to bring me down, just so they can rise. Why? Simple, Kevin. Because they can, and because for some reason or another it brings them joy. Maybe it’s because of my first few months in ACW, maybe it’s because I rubbed a few people the wrong way. Maybe it’s even because people are just out for there own good, and want nothing more than to knock down a kid from Brooklyn who wasn’t cut out for no wrestling business, who actually did make it anyway. I honestly think it’s that, Kevin. It has to be jealousy of everything I possess and everything I won. They don’t like how I flaunt it, but that’s too bad… you know why?
Kevin: Why is that, Steele?
Jake Steele: Cause I ain’t about to stop doin’ me, simply for the fact that niggas is jealous. Fuck a jealous nigga, get money.
Kevin: Fair enough. Though while we’re on this subject of “jealous… men”, I have to bring up a man who, nobody, thought would attack you in the order that he did. Of course, I’m talking about one, “Senator” Steve Phillips. At Fallen Heroes. He was the referee for that match, and even if he called the match right down the middle, the aftermath saw him chop you straight across the throat, and AIG Knee directly in your temple. And to add injury to insult, Phillips took your blood and wiped it across his ref shirt, before throwing it down onto your face and screaming “you brought this upon yourself!”. Now since then you’ve called Phillips out one time, and one time only, you also sent a brief message to him through his men via two Lion’s Roars. After an attack like that though… I’m surprised you didn’t full on try to find him, and attack him. Are you scared of Phillips, Steele?
Steele takes his title off of his shoulder, and folds it up placing it on his lap. He slowly removes his shades and stares blankly at Anderson, who begins to crouch up in fear of what the mild tempered Steele might do due to his poor choice of words.
Jake Steele: What did you just say?
Kevin: I asked were you scar-
Quickly, Steele cuts him off and begins to rant.
Jake Steele: I heard you! And the second time it still sound stupid as fuck dawg! Who the fuck is you Kevin? Who is you to ask me if I’m scared of a old, washed up, depends wearin’, liver spot havin’ political bitch like Phillips? How would it look if I was scared of him, seriously, and why would I be anyway? Because he blindsided me? Because he caught me in one of my shinin’ moments and broke all rules of being a “official”? Nah man, let me tell you somethin’ right here and now. I would never… and I mean I would never be afraid of him, and the reason I ain’t got to him yet is cause incase you can’t see shit… I was hit by a speedin’ car! Fuck I can barely walk now, let alone go lookin’ through Washington, D.C. for some old nigga with a chip on his shoulder. That don’t mean I won’t look for him though, and that damn sure don’t mean I won’t find him, because I will. And when I do… oh man, I suggest you watch close. Keep yo’ eyes peeled to the screen son... because it’s gon’ be explosive!
Kevin scrambles for his next question as he gulps some saliva down his throat.
Kevin: I'm sure it will be... uh, alright. My next question will be the final one of this first installment, and it is again directed to you, Steele.
Jake Steele: Whatever man, just ask.
Kevin: Tables, Ladders and Chairs. Hollywood Macho Man RDK. Can you defeat him?
Jake Steele: Yes.
Kevin: That’s it… yes?
Jake Steele: I don’t need to say anything else when it comes to Hollywood Mach. I beat him once, I beat him twice, I can beat him one more time. Don’t call it a comeback, he won’t last another month.
Kevin: Well then, that is all the time we have tonight ladies and gentlemen. Make sure to tune in on Warfare, where we will get a chance to speak with the World Champion more, and also to his original “Partner In Crime”, Thunder Train. This has been “Getting Inside The Mind of the Steelers”.
Steele begins shaking his head at Kevin, as he throws his title back over his shoulder and stands up from the seat. Train tries to see if he needs help, but he assures his buddy he's fine on his own and keeps on walking as come to a...
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