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Post by Jonny Spade on May 21, 2009 15:43:05 GMT -5
Segment: Accepted (Credit: Freeman)
(Disclaimer: The following segment is the sole production of Jason Freeman. Any use of language deemed British in nature (such as Thus) is completely inadvertent and merely an attempt to sound erudite and add a bit of colour (jk) to the italics. Bloody wankers...)
The match is on.
The challenge has been accepted, and the date has been set.
Omega Effect. The biggest pay-per-view of the year. The event that's constantly looming over the horizon and essentially marks the end of a wrestling year. Waiting in store for Jason Freeman on that date is the match he has been waiting for. The chance for revenge he has been waiting for.
Alicia Kitsune. The woman who had knocked him over the top rope and out of the ring of the Fallen Heroes battle royal, at the same time throwing him out of the title hunt. He had set out to make her pay, and finally he had gotten what he wanted. Her husband was surely still feeling the effects of the street fight, and probably would be for quite a while. She had accepted his challenge. Things were finally going well.
Jason Freeman walks forward towards the stage. Time to come out and address the fans once again. As his music starts playing, he walks forward, coming forward onto the stage to hear the fans booing. He doesn't care. Let them carry on. He is the one that is on his way to becoming a star, with or without a title shot. He walks down the ramp silently, putting a chair in the ring, and seating himself in it as he's done numerous times before.
Freeman: Well, then. As many of you saw at Spring into Hell, my challenge has finally been accepted. Atomic Kitsune made the right move. She should have just done this from the start, as she would have saved herself quite a bit of trouble, but I suppose it's better late than never. It was, in any case, inevitable. I have gotten what I want once again.
But at what price? AK, while accepting, made it quite clear what Freeman is in for. Made it quite clear that if he goes into this match he may very well face destruction at the hands of an angry AK. He took none of it in. All he was hearing was what he wanted to hear, and that was that if he requested it, she would accept. If he made his challenge, she would agree to it. The rest didn't matter to him, and he turned a deaf ear. He ignored her words, ignored her stories, and challenged her regardless. Would he pay the price? Is it possible that he doesn't realize exactly what he is getting himself into? Is he too confident? Will that be his downfall?
Freeman: Of course she had to accompany this acceptance with a bunch of useless drivel and fairytales, but in the end all that matters is that at Omega Effect you will be seeing Jason Freeman vs Atomic Kitsune, one on one. Say what you want about me or my methods, but did I not get what I wanted in the end? Did I not do what I said I would? I promised all of you that I would force her to confront me, and in the end, confront me she did. I've said it before, and I'll say it again. Jason Freeman ALWAYS gets what he wants. It's that simple. I do what I have to, and I get what I desire. Once again, I succeed. Perhaps that's why you boo me? You all could be just like me if you would stop being so ignorant. Condemn me if you will, but please don't attempt to hide from the fact that inside you are burning to be able to do what I can do. Your morals lie like a ball and chain behind you, but you have the key. Why be a slave to yourself?
The fans boo Freeman's self-righteousness. Hmph. In Freeman's eyes they are merely booing the truth. When one does not like what he sees in his own reflection, it is much easier to hide from it, ignore it, push it away. Freeman doesn't do that. He knows who he is, and he knows what he wants. He knows that these fans will continue to boo, but they are yearning to be able to commit arson just for their own revenge, and do it with a clear conscience at that. Freeman knows exactly who he is, and he likes it. You don't become succesful by sitting aside and getting bogged down with conflicting goals. You either want success or you don't. There is no middle ground. How can you claim to want to become succesful - to want to be a champion - and then allow petty roadblocks such as morals to interfere. No, you can't have it both ways. Freeman made the choice he had to, and he never has and never will turn back.
Freeman: I believe that AK had some strange deluded rant about how she was going to make me pay if I accepted. Something about how when motivated she can do anything. Something about how I have a fate worse than that of Thunderkiss - who lost his eye - if I pursue this. Hmph. Is her mindset that if she tries hard enough, maybe she can convince HERSELF that what she's saying is not just one of those fairytales she seems to enjoy so much? Or perhaps she DOES believe it. She did after all insert herself into the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal. Ah, AK. When will you realize that you nothing but a mother now. No longer a wrestler. I thought you had come to terms with this, but yet there you were at Fallen Heroes. Your time is up, and your watch has stopped ticking long ago. The only thing you are going to do at Omega Effect is get destroyed by Jason Freeman, the future world champion. If Atomic Kitsune thinks that I'm going to fear her in any way then she had better re-examine the situation.
Clearly Jason Freeman is not bluffing. He is completely confident. He sees no threat at all. Perhaps falsely letting his ego rise due to his recent successes, he has closed his mind to the possibilties of impending failure. And so he now has quite possibly invoked the wrath of the wrong woman. Overconfidence is never good, and if he thinks he is going to have an easy victory against Atomic Kitsune at Omega Effect, he is in for what will be no doubt an unpleasant surprise. They say the bigger they are, the harder they fall. Well, Freeman has possibly attempted to climb too high, and he may just be en route to a horrible fall.
Freeman: Now...AK made a comment to me. She said that I could have this match with any stipulation I wanted. Quite the folly on her part. She has opened up a wide range of possibilities, and I am going to give deep thought on that matter. I shall eventualy reach a decision, but I think I'm going to make this one count, and take my time. Remember, AK, that I am after all going to have to enjoy this, and so I must pick the stipulation that will maximize the pleasure I am going to get as I tear you apart. As I take you out forever. Speaking of which, how is Latino feeling? I am just curious how his back is doing after I tossed him off of a ladder onto the steel stage.
And Freeman is still proud of that accomplishment. It's no secret that many doubted Freeman's abilities to win that match. Latino was after all, enraged, after what Freeman did to his family. Every fan was waiting to see Freeman pay, but instead, Freeman bested Latino. With his own move, Freeman defeated him, and quite possibly could have injured him. Hopefully, Latino had been able to recover, and it wasn't as serious as it had looked. That doesn't matter to Freeman anymore. Latino's part in this game has been fulfilled. He has played his role. Now that Freeman had gotten his match with AK, Latino is completely out of his mind.
Freeman: AK, maybe you are thinking about this the wrong way. You tell me what you are going to do to me...but did you think of what I am going to do to YOU? Did you think about what YOU are getting YOURSELF into? AK. I swore revenge against you. At Fallen Heroes I snapped, I will admit. I attacked those who did nothing to me, including Maxwell McNally. Thanks to you, of course, I ended up DDTing him onto the outside floor. That man you saw in that moment? That man I became? He's not dead AK. He's lying dormant. He's lying dormant waiting for you. And he's waiting for Omega Effect, when I get my hands on you. Then, I shall have my fun. You will feel that intensity tenfold. And by the time I'm done with you...by the time all is said and done...a new star will have been born despite your efforts to stop it. Despite your throwing me out of my opportunity-making match. Despite you ending my chances of main eventing Omega Effect, you will witness the birth of a star that night.
Freeman looks up, closing his eyes for a second...and the fans boo. He ignores them and seems to be breathing in satisfaction from a moment that is playing in his head. He seems to be envisioning the moment. The moment where he defeats AK. The moment where he destroys her. The moment when his star is placed bright and shining in the ACW sky, and AK falls down to Earth where she belongs. The moment when he solidifies himself, at the expense of AK. All this is going to work out. He will get his revenge, at the same time he makes up for the setbacks AK has caused him in the first place. It's perfect.
Freeman: Fallen Heroes. Hmph. How ironic. You eliminated me in that match...but at Omega Effect - the Fallen Hero is going to be you.
And that's all he has to say. His music hits the speakers, and he slowly stands up and makes his way backstage. He has said what he needed to say. AK had better have taken note. She better realize just who she is dealing with. Freeman is a man with no morals, a dangerous man who will do anything. If he is set on solidifying his career at AK's expense, she better be ready for anything he may throw at her. Freeman has a purpose, and as he has said numerous times...in such a situation, Freeman is a dangerous man...
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 21, 2009 15:43:36 GMT -5
Throwing the Book Away [/color] Credit: VorteX & The Reprobate [/center] We once again come to the backstage area of the ACW arena, where Vortex can be seen walking. As he is walking, he comes to an intersection between two hallways and almost plows Kevin Anderson over. Kevin seemed to be deep in thought, that is until Vortex ran into him, and now he appears torn…should he run or interview?Vortex: You should learn to look both ways before crossing.Kevin: But, you ran into me! Regardless, what’s the deal with you and The Reprobate? Fans are spamming my email box with questions on the matter…they wouldn’t even have my email if you didn’t post it along with that YouTube video! Vortex: Your nickname is “The Internet”. Therefore, I put you on…the internet. Kevin stares blankly at Vortex.Vortex: At least I didn’t subscribe you to Malaysian porn. Or did I…Kevin’s eyes widen.Vortex: Ah well. To get back to the matter at hand, you were there when Stan attacked me, so you should have no problem responding to those emails. Speaking of which, where were you hiding, I don’t remember seeing you before or after the assault. Kevin stands up straighter, puffed up with pride.Kevin: I was hiding in the shadows! I’ve recently finished my Ninja training seminar at the Y, and the results are astounding! Vortex: So that’s why I smelled sulfur tinged smoke afterwards… aren’t those smoke bombs supposed to be odorless? Kevin: Real ones are too expensive, so I got the cheap party favor ones off EBay. If you ever want to cause a smelly distraction, let me know. Vortex: Sometimes you astound me Kevin. Kevin begins smiling and strikes a crane pose.Vortex: What the hell…Kevin: Prepare to be astounded ever more! I have used my ninja abilities to hide in ACW’s boiler room! Vortex: I didn’t know they had you on rat duty. Did you use your bombs to pied piper rodents away from the arena? Kevin: No…but I did hide in the shadows and tape The Reprobate! Vortex: I’m afraid to ask why. Kevin comes down from his pose and reaches into his pocket. He produces a portable mini-camcorder, and Vortex wonders what else Kevin tapes with it.Kevin: If you promise not to throw me into traffic, off buildings, or otherwise harm me in any way I’ll show you the tape. Vortex: You know I can just take that from you…right? Kevin looks puzzled for a moment, and then defeated. Whatever ninja powers he currently possesses will not be enough to keep the tape away from Vortex. Kevin: Well this is no fun. In fact, instead of getting the scoop….I’m about to hand you one. Vortex: I can’t help you were born a strategic idiot, now give me the camcorder. Without saying anything else, he reluctantly hands the camera over. Vortex switches the camera on and hits play on the viewfinder.ex⋅cep⋅tion [ik-sep-shuhn] -noun 1. the act of excepting or the fact of being excepted. 2. something excepted; an instance or case not conforming to the general rule. 3. an adverse criticism, esp. on a particular point; opposition of opinion; objection; demurral: a statement liable to exception. -idiom 5. take exception, a. to make an objection; demur: They took exception to several points in the contract. b. to take offense: She took exception to what I said about her brother. The camera opens up in a small room, The Reprobate stands with his back to the camera, in front of a chalk board. In his back pocket is a paper back dictionary.Rep: For years upon years, children spend hours... horrendous hour upon hour, in a classroom. Locked in from the outside world, this is not what life is supposed to be. Do you think that mankind began in a classroom? No, the great thinkers of the world during the time of the earth's adolescence were not sitting at a desk copying chicken scratch words from a blackboard in to a messy notebook. They were wandering the world, learning by doing. We did not create all that we have now by taking gym class. Six hours a day spent in a building? Being harassed and ordered around? We need freedom. Imagine everything that was created by the original people, who created by doing, not watching. The wheel was invented after hours of work. Imagine where we would be right now if we didn't waste the time of our children. Rep picks up a piece of chalk and begins drawing on the blackboard.Life -> DeathIgnorance -> DeathArrogance -> DeathIgnorance & Arrogance = Life?Rep reaches in to his back pocket and takes the dictionary out. He flips page after page and turns around while doing so. His face is revealed, he wears reading glasses. He stops flipping pages and places his finger on a word.Rep: Exception... are you looking to get even, VorteX? Are you looking for some sort of sick revenge? Rep slowly lowers his head, takes the glasses off.Rep: The universe is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper. The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery. Don't let yourself get caught in the rain, VorteX. If you stalk me, you will be left in the dark. When you search for me, your eyes will travel at the speed of sound. I travel at the speed of light. Learn one thing, VorteX. You will not get away with your assault. You will not get away with your verbal tirades. If no one else is going to stand up to you, I will. Rep holds the dictionary up and rips the cover from the rest of the book, drops both on the ground, and walks off screen to the left. The camera slowly turns to the right to reveal fifteen empty desks, with JJB sitting in a desk in the middle of the room. He throws his head back and begins to laugh maniacally, wearing a Stan Vishis T-Shirt, he continues laughing until the camera cuts out.Kevin: See, he’s preparing to bamboozle you! Vortex gives Kevin a “WTF” look and hands the camera back. Vortex: At least he can read, unlike his lackey. Kevin: You mean the person sitting at the desk? I wonder if The Reprobate is homeschooling him… Vortex: I urge you to go ask him yourself. The fact of the matter is, I’m not about to sit idly by in some far corner of ACW writing fallacies on a chalk board. I’m a man of action, and if The Reprobate decides to send another of his reject lackeys at me, I’m going to demonstrate that in full. Before Kevin can respond, Vortex begins to walk away. Kevin simply stares down the hall for a moment before gathering himself and running off to bother someone else.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 21, 2009 15:43:54 GMT -5
===================== A Stunning Revelation.
Chris Phenomenal ===================== The scene opens in the backstage area of the ACW Arena, more specifically the Mega Star Alliance locker room. Sitting alone, is Chris Phenomenal, his head between his knees. He stays there for a moment, before rising up and despite how he looked earlier in the night, he looks absolutely awful now. His face is pale white, with a tinge of Blu in it and visibly shaking. Chris looks up at the camera, trying to force a look but unable too.Chris Phenomenal: At Spring Into Hell, I proved once again why Brent Garland couldn’t stand in the same ring as me, why I’m number one and why I’m able to wear the Entertainment Title around my waist.Everyone takes pause at the mention of Brent Garland, a man who hasn’t been seen on ACW television in almost three months. From off screen WCW comes in and takes a seat beside Chris.WCW: Chris, are you okay? Chris Phenomenal: Ya, I’m fine. Just a slight headache, I got some Oxy’s in my coat over there and I’ll just take a few once we’re done here.WCW: Alright, keep your head together though mate. You were just talking about Brent Garland. Chris Phenomenal: I was?WCW nods his head in agreement before Chris gives him a look telling him that he’s okay to continue. WCW walks away as Chris looks back into the camera.Chris Phenomenal: As we head into Omega Effect V, I’m fully focused, I’m locked and loaded and ready to go and make myself a double champion in this company. At Omega Effect V I’m going to take the opportunity I won by entering first and not leaving the Fallen Heroes battle royal, from entrant two, to watching twenty nine other men go over the top rope. At Omega Effect V, I will beat Jake Steele and become ACW Heavyweight Champion.WCW again comes on stage and looks at Chris.WCW: You sure you’re alright? Chris Phenomenal: Ya I’m fine Dubs, no need to worry ‘bout your future.WCW: Then start making sense. Chris Phenomenal: What do you mean? Was I stuttering or something?WCW: No, you didn’t win the Fallen Heroes battle royal, you were eliminated by Thunderkiss who went on to win it. You were talking about winning the Heavyweight Title at Omega Effect V. You don’t even have a match at Omega Effect V. Chris Phenomenal: Then what the hell are you here for? Mach said you were going to take us to the top, that you were the one who can make things happen. Why aren’t things happenin’?WCW: Look Chris, there’s nothing I can do here. It’s legally binding that unless Thunderkiss allows you in that you won’t be competing in the Main Event and with you previously holding a victory over him, the chances of that are very, very slim. Chris looks at WCW, shaking his head as he gets ready to re commence what he was previously trying to say when all of a sudden he picks up his cell phone.Chris Phenomenal: Paige?Everyone in the room looks at Chris, not sure what exactly to say.Chris Phenomenal: Paige? Damnit Paige, answer the god damn phone.Everyone in the room is still in shock as Chris starts to go hysterical.Chris Phenomenal: Not again! Paige, please Paige not again, no…no…NO!!!
Everyone in the room is almost to scared to approach Chris. Eventually WCW steps up to the plate, quite possibly at the risk of personal harm do to the state Chris is in.
WCW: Chris, what the hell are you doing?
Chris Phenomenal: She called me again, it was Paige. She just called me up, didn‘t you hear the phone ring? WCW: Chris, the phone didn’t ring and everyone here can attest to that.
Chris Phenomenal: But, I heard it. She called me, just like she did on Saturday, I was sitting alone in my room and she called and all of the sudden disappeared.
WCW: Chris, at the request of Hollywood Mach I was keeping tabs on you while you were all alone, and no one called you on Saturday.
Chris Phenomenal: She did, Paige did. I heard her voice, in the phone…I, I.
WCW: Chris, we should really get you to a hospital.
Chris Phenomenal: I don‘t need a hospital, she called me just like she did now.
WCW: Damnit Chris, just take a look at the call log on your phone.
Chris and WCW flip through the phone, accessing the call log and to the shock of Chris, there is no call from Paige.
Chris Phenomenal: But, but, but. I can‘t…
WCW: Guys we’re going to have to do this another time. I got to get Chris to the hospital.
The camera crew starts to leave as Chris turns and pleads with WCW.
Chris Phenomenal: I don‘t need a hospital dubs, just get me my oxy‘s and I‘ll be fine.
WCW: Damnit Chris, you need some help I’m not giving you anything to just mask it.
Chris mood swings from sadness and despair to anger in the blink of an eye
Chris Phenomenal: I‘m not going, to a fucking hospital.
Chris get’s to his feet and looks at WCW
Chris Phenomenal: AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LOCKER ROOM!
WCW heeds the advice of his angry client, ducking out of the room just as Chris throws a folding chair at the door. He pauses for a few moments before reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a bottle of pills. Chris screws off the top and takes three out, and cold swallows them with ease, as he sits back down.
Chris Phenomenal: They can all get fucked just stay true to you!
Chris leans back as the scene fades out.
(OOC: Damn you VorteX for calling it.)
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 21, 2009 15:44:26 GMT -5
"Entry Denied" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
Just days after Spring Into Hell, Rattlesnake arrives in the parking lot of the arena. Bandaged up on his forearm and on his forehead, he walks over to the entrance to the arena and sees someone standing at the door with a clipboard. As Rattlesnake gets closer, the guy walks over to him.
??: I'm sorry sir. I'm afraid you can't come in.
Rattlesnake: What the hell? What are you talking about?
??: I've been given explicit instructions to prevent you from coming inside of the arena.
Rattlesnake: You can't keep me out. And just who the hell are you?
??: I'm Ron. I was instructed by the Chairman to wait for you to arrive and subsequently ask you to leave, that your services to ACW are no longer required.
Rattlesnake: No longer required? That son of a bitch better not be firing me.
Ron: You aren't being fired. I was told to tell you that it's part of the stipulation for your match with Torak. It was suggested that you not have the match. Now that you have, you must deal with the consequences.
Rattlesnake: You can't do this! The stipulation was for a different match. The Last Man Standing match that Torak and I were supposed to have never took place. That stipulation was made for that match. We had a different match, so that stipulation shouldn't be in effect.
Ron: Tell your sob story to someone who cares. Now get out of here or I'm calling the police and have you arrested for Trespassing.
Rattlesnake: Trespassing? Trespassing! You son of a bitch.
Ron: I would suggest you choose your next words carefully.
Rattlesnake punches the wall next to him.
Rattlesnake: Fine.
Rattlesnake turns around and starts to walk away.
Ron: And don't think about coming back.
Rattlesnake stops in his tracks. He turns back to Ron.
Rattlesnake: If I were you, I'd tell Ginger that ACW hasn't seen the last of me. I'll be back.
Rattlesnake walks back to his car and leaves.
Ron: No. No you won't.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 21, 2009 15:44:41 GMT -5
Segment: Catching Up Is Hard To Do, Pt. 2 (Credit: Hitman)
As our segment begins to take place in a house in Calgary, Serenity Ramirez is seen on the couch, watching TV in her pajamas. She seems content with her newfound job as a hairstylist and she sighs, content. Serenity looks over and sees her new boyfriend Mike coming toward her. She plants a kiss on his welcoming lips and scoots over to allow him to have a seat. As the two cuddle, Mike suddenly gets caught offguard at a sudden distraction. He looks outside the window and finds nothing. Serenity looks over at him and he turns back to her.
Mike: Hey, did you hear that?
Serenity: I don't think so. What did it sound like?
Mike: Like a pair of giant footsteps.
Serenity: ……OHHHHH SHI--
The door is suddenly kicked open and Serenity screams in surprise. She sees the figure and she's not very pleased to see him at this time.
Serenity: TYLER!
Hitman steps forward into the house and shows off his manic look to his now ex-girlfriend. Serenity curls up on the couch in fear as Mike stands up to confront the giant.
Hitman: I just want to talk.
Mike is not having any of it and he goes for an attack on the big man. Like a rag doll, Mike is picked up by the collar of his shirt and tossed aside harshly. Serenity goes to run but she suddenly feels herself being lifted up by the back of her shirt. Serenity has no courage to thrash about or escape because she is currently staring into the eyes of an angry giant.
Hitman: If you wanted me because of fame, you should have told me. That's what a couple does. They tell each other what's going on with their lives… Anything else you've been holding out on?
Serenity wants to tell Hitman something positive but at this rate, she's afraid of getting her neck snapped. As she looks down to find herself dangling from off the ground, Serenity looks up at Hitman with tears in her eyes.
Serenity: …I started seeing Mike a week before you disappeared… I'm so sorry.
Hitman continues to hold her up in the air for a few more seconds in disbelief. His grip loosens and Hitman allows her to fall back onto the couch like a snowflake descending to the earth. He turns around and heads for the door, ready to close this chapter on his life. But before he leaves, Hitman has some final words for his ex.
Hitman: I get it now. I don't need to trust anyone but my sister. I should have known you would be like everyone else who lied to my face.
Serenity: Ty--
Hitman: Goodbye.
With a mighty slam, Hitman is out of Serenity's life and Serenity is out of his. Serenity begins to bawl uncontrollably as Mike recovers from the attack and goes over to console. We then see Hitman getting into the passenger's seat, with Kayla deciding to take both of them home. It's probably a good thing that Hitman isn't driving but nonetheless, this is going to be the longest trip of his life thus far.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 21, 2009 15:45:02 GMT -5
Segment: GIMME A L! GIMME A O! GIMME A L! (Credit: Freeman)
(This following segment may or may not have actually took place)
The scene takes place in a bar of no importance, mostly because I just needed a setting for this segment. As a result, I will not describe the unimportant stuff in there, like most people do. I will however rant for length because usually when people see long italics that they don't read anyways, they assume it's good. In fact, you can pretty much write anything in here, and most likely nobody will notice. I'm kinda just talking to myself at the moment. BTW, the person most guilty of that is Mainer, loljk, but he doesn't know I said that because he isn't going to read this. I don't have the necesarry block of text that I need to look like I really put effort into this amazing set of italics, so whatever. Usually I actually go back after I finish my promo and PURPOSELY add useless nothing to the italics. I just kinda rant. In fact, half the time I have italics that have phrases that I use in like every italics ever, but occasionally a British phrase such as thus slips in (loljk CP). So anyways, I really don't want to be writing this right now. I'd much rather be playing Fire Pro HD (LOLOL OH SHOOT I JUST LOST ALL MY CALC POINTS). Ah, what else can fill space. Filler filler filler filler filler filler filler filler filler filler filler filler filler filller filler filler filler filler filler filler filler filler filler filler filler filler. Ah, that's good. Anyways I think this is sufficient. Okay one more...What did Jay Zero say when I asked him why the chicken crossed the road? "IM SICK OF THIS! EVERYONE'S ALWAYS TALKING ABOUT THE CHICKEN CROSSING THE ROAD! I CROSS THE ROAD ALL THE TIME AND NOBODY EVER TALKS ABOUT ME!" LolJay Zero. Anyways...NOW, next paragraph.
Freeman walks into said bar, and sits down at the counter, ordering a drink or something else that adds to his character in some way.
?: NO. WAY....
Freeman looks up at the voice that has just addressed him in such a strange fashion...and wonders who it could possibly be.
Freeman: What?!
The man turns around...and Freeman looks at him blankly.
?: FREEMAN! IT'S ME!
Freeman: I don't know if I know you, nor do I care. Get away from me, I have other matters to deal with and have no need for---
?: ITS ME! JACK FRANCIS! THE LEADER OF THE FREEMAN FAN CLUB!
Freeman thinks back...Freeman Fan Club? Did he have a fan club? That's WAY over three months ago. And so he looks at him in a confused manner.
Freeman: Well, I don't care---
Jack: DON'T YOU REMEMBER? I was the leader of your fan club. I trained you and led you to almost-victory in the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal. I am the only person who knows everything about you in this world. There were four other members but they had delusions that they could POSSIBLY be equally as obsessed with you as I myself are. They couldn't even recite to me your ninth grade third quarter report card grades! (We have Freeman trivia sometimes)
And now Freeman distantly remember a couple of people who were freakishly obsessed with him, and this was the one that if not the freakiest, was at least the most annoying.
Freeman: Oh...you guys...well listen, I had no need for you then, I had no need for you now, and---
Jack: I can't BELIEVE you're going to be wrestling AK at Omega Effect. I KNEW YOU HAD IT IN YOU FROM DAY 1. People said I was backing the wrong one, but I KNEW that I had it right. I KNEW that I had the right man, and now you are almost a star. And we have crossed paths once again. Destiny. I was meant to lead you to the top. We were meant to pair up once more. I was meant to lead you to victory once again. I got you to FOURTH place in that Fallen Heroes match because of my STRATEGY, and I can help you the same way going into Omega Effect!
Freeman: I really don't think you can---
Jack: Omega Effect has tons of strategies. Don't go for her finishing move, you won't get the pin.
Freeman: That's quite enough, I---
Jack: And never go for a rollup until the match has progressed for at LEAST twenty minutes, and even then use sparingly.
Freeman: Look, I---
Jack: Don't get thrown off, you WONT get victory on the first finisher but if you can hit the second one out of nowhere, it's an EASY VICTORY
Freeman: I---
Jack: AND YOU CANT WIN OFF A REF BUMP
Freeman: THAT'S IT IM OUT OF HERE!
And Freeman storms out of the bar, as this is just not worth it. Unfortunately, Jack follows him. And as Freeman makes his way down the street, Jack runs after him.
Jack: You're making a mistake! I live my life based around you, and I know everything there is to know about you, including the things that YOU don't even know.
Freeman: Oh yeah? like what?
Jack: Like how you currently have a dormant case of GIANTISM inside of you that shall turn you into a VENGEAFUL FIERCE GIANT IN LESS THAN SIX MONTHS!
Freeman: 0_0
Jack: Im just kidding, I just wanted the cheap Internet pop.
Freeman: That's it, I'm done. Goodbye. Good day. Have a nice life.
Jack: AT LEAST COME TO MY PLACE! I HAVE A WHOLE SHRINE OF YOU YOU HAVE TO SEE IT!
A whole shrine about Freeman? Well, it's worth seeing at least. And so he follows Jack, until they both end up at Jack's house. They go inside, and Freeman goes up to the second floor, which has a gate with a blue curtain that leads to what is apparently the Freeman shrine. Freeman goes inside and is shocked instantly. It's quite possibly the creepiest thing he's ever seen. Pictures of him at all ages adorn every wall.
Freeman: What is that? A Tapeworm? I don't get it...why do you---
Jack: Oh because you---
Freeman: Whatever, I dont care. What's this? It looks like a big calculator?
Jack: Yeah a Calculator? Get it?
Freeman: No.
Jack: A CALCulator
Freeman: Still nothing.
Jack: A CALCulator
Freeman: I don't get it nor do I care. Go obsess over me in private, but please don't involve me. It's just strange. Goodbye
Jack: NO! YOU'LL REGRET THIS! ILL BE BACK AND YOU WILL LET ME JOIN YOU! YOU WILL!
But Freeman leaves, and walks down the street far away from Jack Francis, pondering over what had just transpired.
Freeman: What a pointless and unecessary series of events...
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 21, 2009 15:45:29 GMT -5
Book 1: D-Town Chapter 2: Something Good About This Town Credit: Andrew Black [/i][/center] August 16th
When looking to burn the midnight oil and paint the town red, my friends are the only ones I would choose. We all met at school: the three of them were all friends since they were little, grew up in the same neighborhood, and I inserted myself in the group when I was a freshman in high school, the only year I made it through. I don’t really know if I can called it inserted either... Hey faggots, get off of him!The semi-circle of people that gathered around the fight opens up so the person who spoke up can be seen. Or they just moved away from me so that they don’t get their asses kick too. I step into the open area and the three white boys who play on our football team, detail added just to give you a sense of their size, stop kicking the black boy and step up to me. Boy: You wanna join his ass? This isn’t about race, we will glad kick your ass too if you want. We’ll it does look damn comfortable down th-And that’s when the first punch was thrown. I was prepared and ducked under it, and then threw myself at him, ramming him up against the locker. The boy on the ground managed to trip one of the three boys, but the two who were left double teamed me until backup arrived. A tall skinny guy and a very very big guy, both black, come and chased off the three guys. At first they only helped their friend out, but eventually they came over to me and helped me to my feet.
And that’s how I got my friends. I cemented myself the role as the muscle for the group. Back then I was five eight, one fifty. Before I started working out to make myself the group’s muscle. Now I’m almost six feet and about one ninty. I’m a wall. But my fights have made my cocky, giving me another personality for when I get in my fighting mindset. I started watching old classic boxing fights which eventually turned into MMA and K-1 fights because I just ran out of material. When our little group got in a scuffle, I tried out new moves. It’s like a little game I get to play.
But that’s not important, I’m a minor player in the group. An outsider. I love these guys to death, but to be honest I use them to get away from that trailer I live in. I don’t really talk, they don’t know much about me and I can’t say I know much about them. My brother has brought us a little bit closer together, so progress is being made. All I do know is that we need each other to survive here. ?:[/b] There he is! Our knight in shining armor! ?: All hail the Black Knight. Tommy: C’mon guys, no love? Everyone laughs at the greetings as Tommy and I walk up to the house that a couple of them live in. Three black men were sitting on the stoop but they all jumped up now and gather around an old beat up black sedan. Jamol: Yo mang, what took you so freakin’ long? We gonna be late! That’s Jamol aka The Animal. He is the groups unofficial leader. Jamol is a talls kinny lanky motherfucker. And if he didn’t devote most of his time to freestyle rapping, then he probably would be on a basketball court, but that isn’t the case. He is one of the best rappers in this part of Detroit; he got the nickname the Animal by the way he “verbal attacks and rips you to shreds” as said by my brother. He is more intelligent that he talks, so you cannot underestimate him when it is one on one and he has a mic in his hand. Chill: Yo, did you forget about the battle? That there is Will, but we usually just call him Chill or Chill Will. If he wasn’t black, he would be the biggest hippy in the world. He was actually the one I was defending in the fight since he wouldn’t fight back. Its funny watching him at the battles, his insults either don’t work or go over everyone’s head. Hell I don’t get half of them; Chill raps and my brother is cracking up in the back, not caring about the glances he gets from the mostly black room. Big P: He wouldn’t forget, he would love to kick so Untouchable ass! Last but not least, Peter, but because of his size, he call him Big P. He tries to tell all the ladies the P stands for penis, and a good majority of the time it works. I don’t know how he does it, but he is surrounded by ladies. Which means we are surrounded by ladies. Which is nice. While Jamol and Chill are off rapping, P works his magic. And luckily for Jamol, Big is is roommate at the house here. Tommy: I completely forgot about it. And recently, now that he old enough, I get Tommy away from Ronald by bringing him with us. He has really gotten into the whole rap scene, he actually started making beats on his own and he is learning to beat box. I’m proud of him. Jamol: Well, lets go den! Tonights da night! Big P: Hells yeah! We all jump into the car in our normal spots: even though it is Chill’s car, I drive. They all know that they are bad drivers. Jamol sits in the passenger seat and the other three are in the back, my brother being the smallest has to sit bitch. The windows are cranked down and the music is cranked up as we drive downtown for a rap battle. I have a feeling this is going to be a long night.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 21, 2009 15:45:59 GMT -5
===================== Match 3: Lee Homicide Vs. Michael Sant
Credit: Chris Phenomenal ===================== With the backstage altercation earlier between Danny Mainer and Lee Homicide the following match would be served as a Crucible Qualifer for Lee Homicide, taking on a relative new comer in Michael Sant who’s been silent the past few weeks. Lee also had extra motivation coming out of his hotly contested loss to Chris Phenomenal at Spring Into Hell. With goals set for not the entertainment title, but the chance at a big thing it’s near certain Lee would be giving his all in this one. The OpeningThe match opened with Lee Homicide once again trying to stay out of the clutches of the much larger Michael Sant, before eventually coming together in a collar and elbow tie up on his terms, quickly breaking the hold and torquing the arm into a wrist lock, before stepping through again to increase the pain even more. Sant slaps his shoulder trying to relieve the pain but Lee Homicide says enough of that as he turns the wrist lock into modified straightjacket before connecting with an Ace Crusher to Michael Sant. Looking to send a message Lee foregoes the pin fall attempt, instead unloading on Sant first with kicks and then mounted punches as the referee tries to pull him off and with that not working resorting to a five count. Lee stopped himself at four, getting off of Sant who struggled to get to his feet. Once he got there Lee wasted no time in attacking him once again with a discus elbow smash, and as he tried to get up a swift kick to the sternum before covering Sant and forcing him to kick out on the two count, Lee quickly got to his feet and watched as Sant took his leave outside the ring trying to regroup. The MiddleSant takes his sweet time to collect himself rolling back into the ring at the last second to stop the count. Lee lets him get to his feet and the two circle each other and the reprieve seems to have done some good for Sant as when they engage in a collar and elbow tie up he switches it to a side headlock, and when Lee tries to push him off, Sant counters, keeping a hold and turning it into a firemans carry before slamming him down to the canvas. Sant drops the elbow onto Lee and hooks the leg for a one count. Sant picks Lee up and whips him into the ropes but misses with a clothesline attempt as Lee ducks it and on the rebound leaps over Sant before on the second rebound connecting with a clothesline of his own. Sant gets to his feet only to be caught with an impressive scoop power slam from Lee Homicide, the magnitude of the match firing him up to easily lift the much larger man. Lee covers Sant with a lateral press for another two count. The FinishLee gets to his feet as Sant works his way there and stumbles into Lee who puts him up onto his shoulders looking for the STARLIGHT EXTINCTION! Sant rolls off the back however and hits Lee with a kick as he turns around before lifiting him up to his feet and looking to connect with his SANT DRIVER, but Lee counters it with a back body drop sending Sant soaring through the air before landing with an earth shattering thud. It takes him a few seconds to get to his feet and once he does he isn’t their for long as Lee decides to go for the quick kill, knocking Sant’s head into the third row with a devastating D.U.D, Sant falling straight back unconscious as Lee mercifull covers him for the three count, earning his spot in the Crucible Match.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 21, 2009 15:46:17 GMT -5
A Question of Image Credit: Rena and Bryce[/center][/font] Bryce's locker room was quiet, as the only occupant was slowly undressing after the cameras had turned off and clean-up from the show had begun. Admiring himself in the mirror, Bryce took off the t-shirt he was wearing and threw it into a black duffel bag. As he began to unlace his shoes, he heard the clicking of heels down the hallway. As the noise got closer, he noticed it stopped outside his door. As he turned around, he saw the figure of a beautiful woman standing at his doorway. ...: Hello, Bryce. Bryce: Uh, who are you supposed to be? Rena: My name is Rena Matheson. I'm here to offer you something. Bryce eyed Rena's body as she entered the room wearing a pinstriped blazer with matching skirt. She took a seat on a nearby bench, crossing her legs.Bryce: Weeell, I supose we could work something out. I'm halfway undressed anyway, so- Rena: *interrupting* That's not what I'm offering. I'm offering you protection. Bryce: I'm already covered with Geico, sorry. It's something about the gecko that just made me want to sign with them- Rena: Are you really this idiotic? Bryce chuckes.Bryce: Calm down, I'm just fucking with you. But you seriously think you can walk in here and propose to protect me? Bryce winces. Bryce: Me?!Rena: Well, not physically, no. Bryce: Clearly not. You see, I don't need protection. Just look at me... Rena: Rena. Bryce: Yeah, that's the one! Just look at me Rena! Bryce flexed his muscles, giving an appreciative nod towards Rena. She only sighed, standing up and moving away from Bryce before turning back to him.Rena: I have connections. More than you could ever know. Your career could really blast off, but your problem is your image. You have a horrible image, and I'm here to change that. Bryce: You want to be my ... what ... image person? Rena: It's called an image consultant, but yes. I know people higher up in this business than you can even reach, and I'd like to help you. Bryce: Why? Rena: Why what? Bryce: Why do you want to help me? I mean, I know I'm devilishly handsome but still... Rena: Because I feel like it. I don't need a fucking reason to do what I do. Bryce: Fair enough. But who says I want your help? I've done more than alright up until now by myself. Rena: Do you want to be near gold, Bryce? I can put you there. Think about it ... center ring in front of millions, holding the title belt! What do you say? Bryce contemplates the offer and weighs up what he would get from it. Bryce: Doesn't sound half bad. You know what? You've got a deal! Rena: Great. I'll send the paperwork to you tomorrow. Have a lawyer or whoever read it for you if you don't understand it. Bryce: Huh, Bryce need a lawyer? I've dealt with more than enough paperwork during my movie career I'll have you know Rena! Rena gives Bryce a quizzical look.Rena: Sure you did. Good night. Bryce: Hey, wait a sec! Don't you want to go out for a celebration drink with THE BRYCENATOR? Rena: Ha, no. See you. And with that, Rena was gone faster than she came, leaving Bryce to finish undressing with a look of disappointment on his face.[fade]
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 21, 2009 15:46:39 GMT -5
Segment: It's been a year already? (Credit: Hitman)
In the back, we see Hitman walking down the halls with a bit of an uneasy smile on his face. The fans have brought him back but he still feels regretful for not being able to be there for ACW when they wanted it. Sure enough, Hitman is glad to be back in his home turf, so to say. As he continues roaming, he stops at the door of Chairman Gingerdude. With a polite knock, he is called in and Hitman ducks under the doorframe to see Ginger smiling at him. Hitman closes the door behind him and casually approaches the boss.
Ginger: I have to tell you, Hitman. I was a little perplexed at the details regarding your disappearance. But I'm glad you're alive and well and it's great to have you back in the company.
Hitman: Thanks, sir. That means a lot.
Ginger soon extends his hand and Hitman accepts it. Although the fans are angered at Ginger's recent actions, they can't help but cheer on this moment of respect towards Hitman. The two release and Hitman suddenly gets a big smile on his face.
Hitman: So I was wondering… Can I also fight BK London for the title at Omega Effect?
Ginger's smile fades and a look of confusion sets in.
Ginger: What?
Hitman: Like, I know there was a Fallen Heroes winner but I'd love to make a perfect Omega Effect debut by defeating BK London to win the ACW World Heavyweight Championship!
Fans are heard laughing in the background at Hitman's obliviousness. Ginger scratches his head, unable to tell how he's going to break it to Hitman.
Ginger: Um… BK retired in December.
Hitman: He did?
Ginger: I… kind of made him do it.
Hitman: …oh. Well, how about a match for Monday? I'd love to go one-on-one with Jake Cheng for the first time ever!
Ginger: Jake retired in January.
Hitman: …oh. What about Fallen Souls? He was the greater evil when I debuted--
Ginger: March.
Hitman: …son of a bitch! Okay, what about AC Evans? He's a promising new--
Hitman sees Ginger getting a stern look on his face.
Hitman: *sigh* March?
Ginger: Mmhmm.
Hitman: Let's see… Who else did I see at Fallen Heroes… Silencio?
Ginger: Disappeared.
Hitman: Ryan Cooper?
Ginger: Left.
Hitman: Jay Zero?
Ginger: Suspended.
Hitman: The Libertines?
Ginger: Died.
Hitman: Alex Richmond?
Ginger: Fired.
Hitman: Ross Lambert?
Ginger: Who?
Hitman: SARIN ROSSI!
Ginger: Left with Yoko.
Hitman: FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUU-- WAIT!
At the last minute, another image pops into his head. This time, he recalls Thunder Train eliminating him from the Fallen Heroes 2008 Battle Royal. Now, Hitman has a tense look on his face and is all serious business now.
Hitman: Thunder Train. He was the last person that had anything to do with me in a ring. He eliminated me and I want revenge.
Ginger: Ah yes, he's still here. As a matter of fact, he's the International Champion. Isn't it amazing how things can change in the span of a year?
Hitman: You're telling me.
Ginger: I'll tell you what. I'll see what I can do for you for Monday.
Hitman: Awesome. Thanks, Ginger.
Hitman then nods before turning around and leaving the office the way he came. As he continues to walk down the halls, he begins to recall the events surrounding his elimination. Rest assured, Hitman vows to make Thunder Train pay.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 21, 2009 15:47:21 GMT -5
Peace Offerings By Dave Shadow and Thunder Train The crowd all burst into boos simultaneously, as Dave Shadow’s face appears on the large screen overlooking the arena. He smiles and nods, loving the reaction, as the camera cuts to the backstage area. There, Dave Shadow stands with Charlotte King standing beside him, mic in hand, and ready to interview him. A smile isn’t the only thing which has grown on his face; around his nose is all bruised, and he sports two massive black eyes, all as a result of the broken nose Dan White gave him only a few days ago.King: Well, Dave....as much as I hate to say it, I guess congratulations are in order. You actually managed to beat Dan White in the match. Even if you did have to cheat your way to the win. Dave: You know, I’m going to ignore the snarky comments King. I’m going to ignore the sarcasm and the surprise and the horror which accompanies the result of the match whenever someone says it. Because no matter what way you look at it, I did beat Dan White, and I did it in the middle of the ring. I got the win, and the record books will always show that. You can complain about how the result came about, but all you would be doing is showing you are a bad loser. And to Dan White, I must say thank you. Thank you for allowing me the privilege of kicking your ass and proving to the world that I am as good as I say that I am. See King, now I can add his name to the list. Now, not only am I a former Entertainment Champion, not only am I the man who beat both BK London AND XS3 in their last matches on ACW’s Warfare show, not only am I the man who eliminated Alicia from the Fallen Heroes battle royal, and not only am I a member of the most elite group currently in ACW at the moment.....but I am now the man who beat Dan White clean and proved to the world what a loser he really is. And next up on my list is to eliminate Thunder Train, and to capture the International Championship at Omega Effects.King: Well, since you bring that up, according to reports, there was a small incident between you and Thunder Train at Spring into Hell after your match. Dave: See, that’s the dirt sheets once again getting carried away with themselves. Incident implies something major happened, and it didn’t. What did happen was me and Train had somewhat of a talk, and....well....I guess the best way to put it is to say we got off on the wrong foot. There was some miscommunication, and misunderstandings. But that’s ok. That’s easily sorted out.Dave turns around and reaches off camera. He turns back to King, holding out two paper cups.
King: Coffee? Dave: Hot chocolate actually. See, I’m going to go and speak to Train now, and we’re going to sort out this whole misunderstanding. Dave turns and starts to walk away. King looks after him, before facing the camera and telling it’s operator to follow Dave. They give chase, as Dave makes his way towards the dressing room area. As Dave reaches his destination, King and the Cameraman stand well back to watch what happens.
Dave stands in front of the door. With the two cups in hand, he can’t knock the conventional way, and thus has to resort to kicking the door. After a few seconds of not getting a response, Dave kicks it again and begins to shout....Dave: Oi, Train. Open up. We need to talk!Dave turns around, his eyes rolling up to the heavens as his patience starts to go. With his back to the door though, he doesn’t hear it open. Thunder Train’s large, looming figure takes a step out through the door frame. Dave spins back round, ready to kick the door again, but, not realising that Train is there let alone how close he actually is, Dave ends up spilling all the chocolate over him. Dave and Train look down at the spill, as the drinks seep down Train’s chest. Their eyes move and connect with each other, as Dave realises what’s just happened. Train: You come to my dressing room, kick my door down, scream for me and then try assaulting me with hot drinks? I'm not Kane Dave. And I don't appreciate you trying to make me look like him! Dude has a weird ass eye! What the hell are you trying to pull here buddy?Dave: No. Dear God no, Train. There’s....this....no....Train: Well, you’ve got more guts than I gave you credit for. It takes a brave man to attack the Train like this.Dave: No, seriously, Train. This isn’t what it looks like. I swear....Train: Now listen, I'm all for a good sneak attack but seriously Dave, you are doing it wrong. I don't blame you though, if I was told by Ginger that I would have to be going up against the biggest man in this company, I would be a little afraid as well. Are you afraid Dave?Dave: Well....Train: Of course you are! I can see it in your eyes! And now that I think about it, you are one of Gingerdude's goonies! It slipped my mind for a second but now that I remember...oh man....OH MAN! DAVE MAH BOI! You just made a big mistake man! You are one of the people that took my sister! Dude, I should flatten you out right now! But no...hahha....no...I'll wait. Wait until Omega Effect Five. Wait, to kill you....Before Dave can answer again, Train turns and walks back into the dressing room, slamming the door behind him. Dave stands, mouth open and looking worried. He turns his head and spots King and the cameraman. In the blink of an eye, the worry disappears, replaced with a faux confidence. He marches up towards King, a big smile on his face.Dave: Yeah, so we talked and...I think we’re good now. But you know what. I'm not afraid of him. I know damn well I could kick his ass any night of....King: Oh hey Train. Dave lets out a small scream and spins round to face behind him, looking for Train. As he cowers, he realises that King was only joking. King laughs as the camera shakes, the operator obviously enjoying what just happened as well. King walks past Dave, still laughing, as Dave glares at her, his cheeks going red with embarrassment and anger, as we...
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 21, 2009 15:47:41 GMT -5
“ENCORE” Credit: Hollywood Macho, Thunderkiss [It has not been a good week for Hollywood Macho, or month, for that matter. First, his third place finish at Fallen Heroes prevented him from walking down the isle for the last match at Omega Effect. While that stung at first, the winds of opportunity blew upon him and he was given a second chance. Thanks to TK’s fists, that door too, has closed. Alone he sits in sits in his locker room, anguishing in his failures like a ticking time bomb. A man with his accolades should have to settle for anything less than first place and the fact that he is leads him to believe that it is not his fault for his current predicament. While his mind stews over this thought, William Wilcox enters, his first glance leaving him with feelings of concern for his client. However, as he will soon find out, his following effort is one better left undone.] Wilcox *entering room*: Come on Macho, get that head up. This is far from over. Hollywood Mach: You’re worthless.Wilcox: .. ?! Pardon me? Hollywood Mach: What am I paying you for? You promised me Omega Effect and the World Title. I have neither, Wilcox! I ought to be flushing my money down the toilet! William Wilcox: Mach’, I know you’re bitter right now and if I were in your shoes, I’d feel the same. However, the reason you do not have the World Title right now or a number one contender shot at Omega Effect is not my doing, but yours. As they say, you can lead a horse to water but you can’t force it to drink. [Forcing Macho to see his own failures is like waving a red flag in front of a brama bull. With rage popping out the veins on his forehead, Macho leaps up from his bench and takes Wilcox by his collar, slamming him up against a nearby wall. There he hangs like a stuck pig, his legs dangling feet off the floor.] Hollywood Mach: What did you say, Brudah? Why don’t you try repeating that again! Go ahead, I dare ya! Come on! Thunderkiss: Kaynon, save yourself an eternity of trouble and put Wilcox down.[Hollywood jerks his head toward the door where Thunderkiss looms within its frame. Uninvited and unabated, Thunderkiss walks toward him with a sense of confidence in every step. This distraction causes Macho’s grip to weaken and Wilcox’s own body weight helps him escape. While he may represent both men, it is the shadow of Thunderkiss that provides the most comfort and he scurries to its safety like a bug to a blue light.] Thunderkiss: You alright, Willy?W.C.W.: Yeah, Kiss. Everything is cool, really. You don’t - Thunderkiss *interrupting*: You know something Macho, when they asked me who I wanted to win at Spring into Hell and I said I didn’t care, well, I lied. You and Jake Steele are the epitome of what is wrong with this business. It’s filled to the brim with a bunch of “Johnny come lately” posers, which would sums up the two of you perfectly. You being the poser, and Steele being the “Johnny come lately.” Be that as it may, you, Randy, were the winner of the “Thunderkiss sweepstakes” this past Saturday. Why? Because unlike Steele, you HAVE class, or should I say “had.” You threw that all away to become something you’re not and the man I once looked up to and admired professionally vanished. “Macho Man” RDK is a world champion. “Hollywood Macho” is a world class clown. Someone who revels in such stupidity deserves not to be rewarded with this industry’s top prize and crackerjack, I saw to that.[This revelation is the straw that breaks the camel’s back. His fingers ball themselves together and ready themselves for launch.] Hollywood Mach: You son of a bitch.Thunderkiss: What are you going to do about it, Mach’? Punch me in the face? Are you going to knock my door down? We’ve been there, done that. Now the way I look at it is like this. You can go ahead and strike me, get your first gulp in what will surely be a long drink of revenge, or you could put all this anger and energy into beating Steele. Maybe if you would have done that in the first place you would have beaten the “Chump” this past Sunday. Now I’m going to walk away and you make your choice, Butterknife. Either way, if I find out you laid another finger on him, I’ll make sure to break them all.[Thunderkiss turns his back on RDK and throws caution to the wind. Every passing second he expects to fall face first to the floor but to his complete amazement he makes it out of the room unscathed. Now out of harms way, he turns back around and glances, no Macho anywhere in sight. Back in the room Macho retakes his seat and makes like The Thinker. Thunderkiss’ words have dealt a blow that stings harder than any punch ever could and he wants to be left alone to ponder their relation to his future. Wilcox happily obliges and leaves ground zero before another bomb can be dropped, his mind also questioning what was once a very certain future.] [FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 21, 2009 15:48:00 GMT -5
Tommy Fingers Jack Jefferson
O’Neil’s, an Irish Bar located just down the street from Jefferson’s apartment. It’s not a nice place, it has a reputation for being extremely rough, and the dark dingy atmosphere does little to help this perception. Jefferson is sat at the bar alone, in front of him is a Jack Daniels and Coke. He slowly sips the drink but his eyes are fixed on the clock. It’s 8.55pm and as the seconds tick by Jefferson looks more and more nervous. A misplaced pool shot sees the cue ball firing off the table and as it clatters into the floor Jefferson leaps out of his skin. Breathing deeply to calm himself he leans over to pick up the ball and passes it back to the pool player, who grunts his thanks. He turns back to his drink as someone picks it up.
Jefferson: Hey! What the fuck...oh, it’s you Tommy.
The huge man holding Jefferson’s drink nods, grinning sadistically and showing off the fact he’s missing a tooth. This man is known to both his friends and his enemies as Tommy Fingers due to the fact that his method of extracting information from people involves snapping their fingers one by one until the tell him what they want to know. Rumour is that he once broke all of somebody’s fingers and then proceeded to smash them into a bloody pulp using a hammer because they refused to talk.
Tommy: Jack. It’s been a long time.
Jefferson says nothing as Tommy downs the contents of the glass and sits down next to him.
Tommy: It’s been much too long.
Jefferson: I didn’t come here to make small talk Tommy and neither did you. What the fuck do you want?
Tommy: No need for the hostility Jacky boy, we’re old friends and it’s been a long time since we spoke. How about a bit of catching up?
Jefferson: You trash my place and expect me to come here and play nice? If you’ve got nothing to say then I’m out of here!
Jefferson makes to leave but pauses as Tommy begins talking.
Tommy: I had to get your attention Jack. You know how it is, it’s just business.
Jefferson: What business could you possibly have with me?!
Tommy: Simple, Big Terry’s putting a job together and we’re a man short. Unfortunately Tiny’s taking a long dirt nap.
Jefferson: No. No way. Not a chance! I left the crew a long time ago Tommy, it’s nothing to do with me.
Tommy: That’s where you’re wrong Jack. Terry let you leave scot-free, did you honestly think he wouldn’t call in a favour eventually?
Jefferson: I don’t care, I’m not doing it. I don’t owe Terry anything, I did plenty for him back in the day.
Tommy: Wrong again. I’m not here to ask you to do, I’m here to tell you that you’re doing it. Don’t tell me you’ve gone soft? The Jack I know wouldn’t have thought twice about it.
Jefferson: Well the Jack that you know doesn’t exist Tommy. You’ll just have to tell Terry no.
Jefferson gets to his feet and begins walking towards the door.
Tommy: Big mistake Jack. You know Terry won’t let this drop!
Jefferson ignores him, walking out of the door and leaving Tommy sat at the bar by himself. He shakes his head and smiles inwardly before muttering under his breath to himself.
Tommy: See you soon Jacky boy...
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 21, 2009 15:49:09 GMT -5
Match 4: Dave Shadow Vs. Danny Mainer
Will be posted when recieved.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 21, 2009 15:49:52 GMT -5
Segment: Desperate Measures (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns from the break, none other than Richard Parris, the former Thunderkiss and Senator Phillips associate is seen walking into the Dwight Gym, but not before looking both ways, and quickly shutting the door behind. The camera switches to inside the Gym, and “Textbook” Tim Dwight walks up, greeting his jumpy visitor.
Tim Dwight: Ok, I cleared everyone out and…
Richard Parris: Look, I looked everywhere, and you’re the last guy I know who can talk some sense into Phillips, I don’t deserve this!
Dwight: Umm, I have no clue what you’re talking about. Now, I love to take time out and help out the wrestlers, that’s my job. You, though, I mean, I don’t want to be rude, but I have a podcast to record, and since you’re no longer employed here or by any other wrestling company…
Parris: This is IMPORTANT!
Dwight: Then tell me why, I can’t help you unless I have the full story.
Parris: Fine. You want the story, I’ll give you the damn story. As we all know, I was fired by ACW in the past, and we all know I have connections and hate the guts of that lousy Thunderkiss.
Dwight: Ok…
Parris: So, a number of months ago, Senator Phillips sought me out, told me he wanted me to take care of something for him, and do so in a way that he’d not be implicated. He had me hire someone who could torment Thunderkiss in the same way that Thunderkiss tormented him, and it’d have to be someone capable of doing physical damage. I told you I had connections, and I called a few people, and eventually, we found that Dietrich Zane character. He looked the part, and the people I knew said that he would be able to get the job done. Yeah, he got the job done, and everything went completely perfect to begin with! But after that, the guy went totally nuts, he lost it! Maybe he was always crazy to begin with, he probably was, but yeah, I had no clue he was a total psychopath…
Dwight: Looking at what this guy’s job description was, and you might forgive my ignorant Midwestern ways, but I might think that you should expect insanity from someone like that.
Parris: Oh, shut it, I didn’t come here to listen to you second guess me!
Dwight: You want my advice, or you want to make another enemy?
Parris: Fine, to conclude, Phillips saw this stuff, he had to know it was the guy I hired, and when Zane went off the plan, Phillips got really pissed, I mean I was scared for my life after Zane attacked the York woman, judging from the calls I received! So I told Zane that he had to cut it out, and the moron attacked me! Made me tell him who really hired him! So yeah, Phillips told me to get things under control, met with me in person, attacked me in his own office, and told me I had one last chance, and that was before Zane stupidly gave into his weakness and told the whole world who really hired him! I need you to get Senator Phillips off my back! You’re the only one who will listen!
Dwight: This is out of my control, my advice would just go right over Phillips’s head, like it generally does when he lets his stubborn streak get the better of him. This whole story clears up a lot of questions I had after the events of Sunday, though. Makes more sense now that I know Phillips didn’t order the attack on Winter York and the other women, that was bothering my conscience. Heck, as much as I dislike what the guy is doing right now, despite his current outlook on things, he’s still a friend.
Parris: So then, make him back off!
Dwight: Get out of my Gym, before I throw you out myself! Not only would I not be able to help, but I wouldn’t want to. Excuse me for saying so, but you’re a little weasel of an individual, playing all sides against each other. Too bad you screwed up in the process. You made your bed, now you get to lay in it.
Parris: But, but, but…
Dwight: I’m through listening, just get out of here, and don’t come back.
Parris throws his head back, and turns on a heel, walking out before Dwight can do anything himself. As he walks out of the Dwight Gym, Parris pulls a comb out, reordering his hair, knowing that no matter what happens; at least his head will be finely coiffed for the ordeal.
Fade Out
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