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Post by Jonny Spade on May 28, 2009 19:19:43 GMT -5
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Stan Vishis vs. Brent Garland
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LyCoS vs. Andrew Starr
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Bryce vs. Andrew Black
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Adrian Flamingo vs. Thunder Train
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Chris Phenomenal vs. Danny Mainer
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Jake Steele and The Macho Man RDK vs. The Senator and Thunderkiss - Strange Bedfellows
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OOC Sorry if I get some segments in out of order I wasnt expecting this show to be so big.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 28, 2009 19:21:51 GMT -5
Interruptions and the like Dan White The lights, the cameras, the action. The best wrestling show in the world today kicks off its Thursday night show in the ACW arena, with little over two weeks to go before the biggest event of the year: Omega Effect V. But even before then, there are important shows along the way. And ACW's resident commentators, Maxwell McNally and Eddie Edison, open up the show.McNally: Hello ACW, and welcome to Thursday Night Meltdown! We've got a stacked card for you tonight!Edison: Yeah, we have a fantastic main event lined up for you all tonight. Jake Steele and RDK face off against The Senator and Thunderkiss.McNally: Yeah, and we also have Adrian Flamingo against Thunder Train, as well as Chris Phenomenal fighting Danny Mainer.Edison: And we also-hey, what the heck is this?!There's a loud cheer from the crowd, and the camera quickly pans across to the side of the ramp, where Dan White is running as quickly as he can, with several burly security guards chasing after him. In one hand is a cricket bat, and with the other appears to be handcuffs.McNally: What the hell is Dan White doing here?! He's not contracted here anymore.With quick hands, and a smile on his face, Dan manages to handcuff his left hand to the bottom of the turnbuckle. And he swiftly turns around, bearing the cricket bat outwards, staving off the guards, who take a quick step backwards. Dan waves the bat at them, and although they're trained in sorting out people who aren't meant to be where they are, they're not prepared to get involved with a slightly psychotic Welshman holding a cricket bat.Edison: He's got no right being here! He's not an ACW wrestler anymore! Someone get him out of here!The security guards all gather around Dan, unsure of what their newest tactic might be, but Dan then shouts over to the bell ringer, asking for a microphone. The chief guard shrugs his shoulders and authorizes Dan to have a mic. After all, if they know his motive, it might be the best idea to try and negotiate with him.Dan White: Okay then, you lot can piss off cos there's absolutely nowt that you can do here. The key to these cuffs are wedged in a highly uncompromising place, and I think you'd like to think twice before venturing up there. Unless you want this bat up your arse. There's another pop, as the security guards look towards each other, before reluctantly taking a step back.Edison: What are they doing?! They can't just keep him here!Dan White: So what you're gonna do, yeah, is find Chairman Gingerdude, and Dave Shadow, and bring them down here. Because I want to talk to them. And until that happens, you're just gonna have to deal with me here all tonight! There's another cheer as the guards make their way up the ramp. It looks like Dan's here for the long run....
But will Ginger and Shadow answer his call?
Fade Out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 28, 2009 19:22:14 GMT -5
Segment: The Reformation Credit: Jake Steele
An Era. A period of time considered as distinctive, memorable, set apart from moments that hold a similar grip on history, but do not grasp it quite like that exact moment. An era is something many in ACW have claimed to be apart of, have claimed to be the creator of, but most have prematurely had their self proclaimed era end. It’s actually rather common in ACW, for those to believe they are something special, and they have started something special… until someone who is just that much more special, and possesses a better set of abilities comes along and destroys your ambitions, ending your own reign at the top of the mountain. And once it is gone, there is nothing you can do to get it back, even fighting for that moment is out of question, for your proclamations no longer hold the same grasp they held the first time around. The thrill is gone as some would say, and truly it is. Whether it is your own fault, or powers beyond your own control… people deny ever wanting to be like you, the targets come off of your back and you fade into thin air… as just another person. Even the thought of something like this can make most who own a championship, or a ring, or even lead a team cringe. Though it also can prove to push you beyond your limits, want to prove yourself to everyone and do everything, so either way people wouldn’t forget your name.
This is what Jake Steele believes, and with each passing day he knows he has something to prove. People first doubted him when he became champion, and rightfully so. There were rumors spread, challengers arose, and veterans came out of the woodwork to shut him down in the early stages. Fallen Souls, Dan White, XS3, Hollywood Mach, The Senator. All of them had an agenda, well… most of them, Dan White just wanted to be champion, and sort of was wrongly accused of attacking Jake Steele in the first place… but the rest had an agenda damnit! Anyway, as we return from commercial break, we are already in the middle of “Ain’t I” by Jay-Z, with Jake Steele stepping into the ring, his brand spanking new title belt draped over his shoulder. The fans are still getting adjusted to the sight of this, but the ride or die fans cheer it like never before, just as would be expected. Steele also has his Gucci Shades on, and some blue jeans, with a black and red “Road Steelers” shirt on. He walks to the center of the ring right where the camera can get a good view of him, and he raises his title into the air receiving another pop in the process. He walks to the turnbuckle and climbs up the turnbuckle to let the fans soak in his aura, and bask in the ambience of this moment. Jake Steele heads to another turnbuckle, and he lets another side of the crowd flash their cameras, and get this chance to see ACW’s top star with his new championship in display. And while it may seem like this is just another night, and just another show, it is more than that, this is… this is… is that Dan White handcuffed to the bottom rope!?
Oh… it actually is. Well, that threw us off of what we were doing, and Jake Steele looks down at his half brother, slightly confused as to why he’s put himself off to the ropes, but he quickly realizes its in protest, and he has no choice but to laugh as he hops off the rope and grabs the microphone. Steele looks at Dan for a moment, then to the crowd, then to Dan again. He scratches his head a little bit, and he starts to question it.
Steele: Maybe I missed something, but… did you really handcuff yourself to the rope in protest? Really? Damn, and I thought I was a rebel.
Dan looks on at his brother and almost gets agitated, but Steele flashes a quick brotherly wink to him and assure him he’s just kidding.
Steele: I‘m actually glad you out here though brah, cause I want you to be out here for what I‘m about to say. As a matter of fact, I want you all in da back to listen up too. Because tonight is special. Tonight is where things are official set into stone. Tonight is your official introduction into the Jake Steele era…
Steele flashes his million dollar smile, and Dan White looks to his left and his right as everyone cheers.
Steele: Ever since I won dis championship right here, I've been a fighting champion. I've fought challenger, after challenger and I've beat all of 'em so far. I have bled buckets, for you people, to prove myself as a champion. I've made XS3, as tough as he was, tap out. I've retired Fallen Souls. And before "someone" jumped into our match, I was about to retire Hollywood Mach too, but I'll get dat done soon enough. I've faced betrayals, ambushes, and had to fight through it all to stand where I'm standing right now, and to hold what I hold... right now.
Steele continues to walk back and forth in the ring, adjusting his title over his shoulder as his fans hang onto his every word.
Steele: I earned dis, and if anyone has a problem with my new spin on it, personally and no offense whatsoever... you can eat a dick. A whole muthafuckin' dick, and choke on it. Because in my era, what I say goes. And if you have a problem with it, you can test me and see who comes out on top. I ain't got a problem with a challenge, and I ain't got a problem with any protestors to my throne. MegaStar Alliance? Fuck them and they bitch leader, Hollywood Mach. Senatorial Stable? Those niggas barely even exist anymore, and they got a nigga I just laid out last week as the "leader". And da Kiss Army? Fuck every last one of them!
And just as on cue, Jake Steele slyly reaches into his back pocket, and he pulls out a Kiss Army t-shirt, holding it up for everyone to see. Of course, the die hard Thunderkiss fans disapprove of Steele even looking at one of their prized shirts, let alone holding it in the palm of his hands. So what he does next should really rile them up. Steele lays out the t-shirt on the canvas of the ring, right below his feet. He then reaches into his back pocket, and he pulls out a small black lighter. He flicks the lighter up, and he slowly brings it to the shirt, setting it ablaze as some members of the Kiss Army try to jump the barricade and stop this act of pure disrespect, though security is too strong to hold them back. As the shirt burns, and the flame sits in the middle of it, Jake Steele has his anti-fans in the palm of his hand just as he did that shirt moments ago. And he loves every minute of it.
Steele: Thunderkiss! Look at dis as my show of appreciation for you! Look down at dis shirt as what I think about you, your fans, and everyone else in da Kiss Army! I have no respect for you Thunderkiss, and I never will, because you don't deserve it! You don't deserve to hold da World Title, and you don't deserve to even be in da same headline as me! Your time has been up, da coffin dat is yo career has had nails driven in it ever since last year, and sooner than later, I will drive dat final one inside of it! You may hold power at your will, you may be five hundred more of a man than me, but you can... not... beat me! I am your nightmare, and I will make sure at Omega Effect dat every dream you have of holding dis title is corrupted, and shattered! I AM A ONE MAN REVOLUTION, AND DA REVOLUTION... HAS BEGUN!
Steele removes his shades and flings them to the crowd, as he looks down upon the flame and raises his championship above it, an almost sadistic smile on his face as the scene begins to fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 28, 2009 19:23:46 GMT -5
So, So, Sick and Tired Jack Jefferson
We return from the commercials with Meltdown in full swing, to say the audience is enjoying themselves would be a truer statement than “The Train is always hungry!” So, as you can tell, fun is being had by all and everyone is in a good mood, the majority are chanting excitedly to show their support for their favourite wrestlers; there are a smattering of “Jake Steele” chants, Adrian Flamingo is well represented...as always, one crazy guy is even starting to get “We love Mainer” going but he’s being mostly ignored (thinking about it...it’s probably Mainer himself), but one guy is getting the majority of fans in his favour and that’s Dan White. It’s probably the fact he’s in the ring handcuffed to a turnbuckle, wielding a cricket bat, more than anything but that’s just the way it is.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: McNally! When exactly is Dan gonna get the hell outta the ring?! ...He’s kinda gettin’ in the way!
Maxwell McNally: Your guess is as good as mine Eddie but one thing is for certain, he’s got the full support of this crowd...just listen to them.
The happy atmosphere transforms instantly into a hostile one as the opening strains of “Paint it Black” by The Rolling Stones hits the speakers. The fans are on their feet booing profusely before Jack Jefferson even walks through the curtain, wearing casual clothes with his leather jacket, and that reaction intensifies significantly when he does so.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Someone always has to crash the party!
Maxwell McNally: Indeed, and Jack Jefferson is more skilled at it than most.
Jefferson sneers at the booing masses, clenching his jaw in annoyance as he does so, before he fixes his face into his custom cocky smirk and struts his way down the ramp and up the steps to the ring. As he climbs through the ropes he tosses Dan White a bottle of water (the guy has to stay hydrated under these bright lights after all) and makes his way across the ring where he points at Philip whilst yelling “Give me a fucking mic!” Not a man to cause waves, Philip complies instantly and hands the mic up to him. Jefferson stands in the centre of the ring to speak, no doubt to air some grievance or another.
Jefferson: ...
He doesn’t get a chance to utter a single syllable before a booming “Shut the fuck up!” chant rings out, clearly angering Jefferson who quickly develops a reddish hue. Eventually he’s had enough and decides if it’s a shouting match they want, it’s a shouting match they’re going to get.
Jefferson: Oh how fucking original! How about you dumb hicks take your own advice and let a superior man speak!! I am completely fucking sick of ACW and this is EXACTLY the reason why!
The crowd cheer loudly at this statement and the chant changes to “Bye, bye! Bye, bye!” with shockingly slick continuity for such a large crowd. A smile fights itself onto Jefferson’s face for a second or two but he quickly returns his serious expression as he starts to talk again.
Jefferson: Trust you brainless lot to get the wrong end of the twig! I am going nowhere...sorry to disappoint! I have, however, come to a very important decision regarding my future!
As you all so perfectly demonstrated, not one single person in this entire arena shows me a modicum of the respect I deserve. Do I ever get given the big matches? NO! For Omega Effect – the biggest event of the year – they’re running an Entertainment Title Challenge but did they consider Jack Jefferson?! NO! They put in VorteX, some new guy, Adrian Flamingo’s Uncle and some bitch who happens to have the last name “Satoshi.” Within ACW I’m constantly overlooked and I’m seen as some kind of fucking joke, comic relief, someone not to be taken too seriously...well, I’m sick of it! I’m completely, unequivocally, and unmistakeably pissed off with being denied the respect I so richly deserve, something has to change and fast. Yesterday the answer hit me like a train and it’s so damn simple! If you’re not given the respect you deserve then you only got one option...
TAKE IT!!
A menacing grin forms on Jefferson’s face as he drops his knowledge on the audience. He’s enjoying this moment and the smile grows as he gives the fans a few moments to absorb the information before continuing.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: How do you think he plans to “take it” Maxwell?!
Maxwell McNally: I’m not too sure Eddie, but I have no doubt he’s going to tell us.
And tell us he will! He’s just pausing for suspense – trust “Fast” Eddie Edison to get impatient about it!
Jefferson: I’m going to snatch the respect owed to me by first righting a few wrongs and showing the world that I will not be belittled by anybody, regardless of who he is! As I see it there’s no better time to start than tonight – right here, right now! So... GOONER! ...get yourself out here! We’re gonna have ourselves an impromptu matchup right now!!
Maxwell McNally: Gooner? What could he possibly want with Gooner?
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Well he did laugh at Jefferson on Warfare Maxwell!
There is a long pause where very little happens other than the fans showering Jefferson with boos and he quickly becomes bored with waiting. However, just as he’s making to speak again, “Gonna Fly Now” hits the speakers and the fans roar into life, chanting Gooner’s name. Gooner bursts through the curtain seconds later, a smile on his face and guns mid-flex. In the ring, a sadistic smile fixes itself on Jefferson’s face and he cracks his neck in preparation for combat. Gooner jogs straight to the ring so it doesn’t take him long to arrive and slide under the ropes. As he does so Jefferson drops his mic and reaches behind his back and underneath his jacket. In one swift manoeuvre he pulls out a crowbar and brings it smashing down into Gooner’s skull.
]“Fast” Eddie Edison: OH MY GOD! Gooner has to be out cold! I bet he’s regretting coming to the ring now!
Maxwell McNally: Jefferson never intended on having a match with Gooner at all. This is an outright mugging.
His smile verging on psychotic at this point, Jefferson wields the crowbar with much glee. As Gooner somehow begins to move he brings the weapon crashing down again, aiming for his ribs. Jefferson misses his target at Gooner instinctively brings his arm up to defend himself and the steel bar smashes into his forearm instead with a sickening crunch of bone. He screams in pain whilst Jefferson stares down at him, his eyes wild and a deep laugh cackling from him. Jefferson revels in the stomach-churning moans of Gooner for a short while and then he kneels down next to his head. He changes his grip on the crowbar and grinds the curved end into the forehead of Gooner, who shrieks in agony and attempts to wriggle free. Jefferson, however, has a tight grip and he holds Gooner in place as he continues to grind away as blood flows freely.
Maxwell McNally: He has completely lost it, we need to get some help out here now before he bleeds to death.
Happy with his handiwork Jefferson stands, observing the pool of blood rapidly forming around Gooner’s head and smiles. There is a deathly hush over the fans who are stood, aghast, and simply staring down in horror. Jefferson sees his hands are drenched in blood and casually wipes them on his jeans as you would with a bit of dirt or some spilt drink.
Maxwell McNally: This is sick, how can he smile? Gooner needs help and he’s just smiling at him.
From his jacket Jefferson produces a packet of cigarettes, sliding one out and between his lips. He whips out his black Zippo lighter as well, touching the flame to the end of the cigarette and taking a long drag. He exhales and the sick smile returns to his face as he crouches down, putting his close very close to the agony-twisted face of Gooner. He takes another drag from the cigarette and blows the smoke directly into Gooner’s face, the relish etched on his face. He then stubs out the cigarette on Gooner’s gushing wound, grinding it down until all the embers have been extinguished. He then picks up his discarded microphone in order to rub salt, or ash, even further into the wound.
Jefferson: *Putting on mocking, squeaky voice* Smokers are jokers!
Who the FUCK is the joker NOW?!
He tosses the microphone down on Gooner, who has passed out by this point, and exits the ring as boos rain down upon him. This finally allows the EMTs who have been circling the ring to enter and attend to Gooner who is in desperate need of attention. Jefferson is goading the fans as he walks up the ramp by showing them the blood-stained end of his crowbar, laughing maniacally as he does so. The hate from the fans is vicious and they hurl abuse, as well as their drinks, down at him.
Fade to Black
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 28, 2009 19:24:18 GMT -5
Segment save just in case.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 28, 2009 19:25:38 GMT -5
Segment: The divination of beauty will shine (Credit: Hitman)
As part of his extended vacation, no pun intended, Hitman of the Gods is seen inside the Temple of Poseidon, one of many alluring tourist attractions in Athens, Greece. He looks around in both wonder and contentment. Hitman stands out in the crowd but he is greeted with hearty hellos, to which he responds in Greek, a language that he is fluent in. Guess all that time in the college library paid off for ACW's resident giant. As Hitman continues to walk around, he inadvertantly bumps into someone, knocking the person down.
Hitman: OH, óõãíþìç. {Oh, sorry.}
Hitman looks down and sees a woman with blonde hair on the ground. She looks up at him and Hitman almost stops to gaze at her. He quickly shakes his head and grabs her by the hands, helping her up to her feet.
Woman: Äåí åßíáé åíôÜîåé! Åßìáé óõããíþìç! {No it's okay! I'm sorry!}
Hitman: Êáôçãïñþ ôçí ìðüôåò. Èá êÜíù ìïõ áäÝîéï. {I blame it on the boots. They make me clumsy.}
The woman cannot help but laugh at such a comment and Hitman smiles, obviously going smoothly so far.
Hitman: Åßìáé tyler. {I'm Tyler.}
Hitman soon extends his large hand towards her and she accepts it, her hand being engulfed entirely but with a gentle grip.
Woman: Óôç Íßêáéá íá ðëçñïýí óáò! Åßìáé ÁëåîÜíäñá. {Nice to meet you! I'm Alexandra.}
Hitman releases and Alexandra decides to keep the conversation going.
Alexandra: Ôé ìáò öÝñíåé åäþ; Ìðïñåßôå íá ìçí åîåôÜóïõìå üðùò êáé åóåßò öôÜóåé áðü áõôÜ ôá ìÝñç. {So what brings you here? You don't look like you're from around these parts.}
Hitman: heh, äåí åßìáé ìéá êáíáäéêÞ. Þñèá åäþ óå ìüëéò óáöÝò ôï êåöÜëé ìïõ. ¸÷ù ìéá äéáìïíÞò åäþ Ýôóé êáé åãþ åßìáé ìüíï ïé äáðÜíåò ÷ñüíï åíáëëáóóüìåíç ìåôáîý äéêÞ ìïõ äïõëåéÜ êáé Ýñ÷ïíôáé åäþ ãéá íá ÷áëáñþóåé. {Heh, no I'm a Canadian. I came here to just clear my head. I have a residence here so I'm just spending time alternating between my job and coming here to relax.}
Alexandra looks up at him, genuinely curious as to what his occupation might be.
Alexandra: ÏH; Ðïéï åßíáé ôï Ýñãï óáò; {Oh? What is your job?}
Hitman: Åßìáé ìéá åðáããåëìáôéêÞ wrestler. {I'm a professional wrestler.}
Alexandra: Áõôü áêïýãåôáé ùñáßá. ¸÷åôå ðïôÝ áó÷ïëïýíôáé ìå ôçí Grego-ëáôéíéêïýò ðÜëçò áãþíá, üðùò ç "ðáëáéþí ÷ñçóéìïðïéïýíôáé; {That sounds wonderful. Have you ever engaged in a Greco-Roman wrestling match, like the gladiators of old used to?}
Hitman: ×ùñßò ôï ãõìíü ìÝñïò, åãþ èá Ý÷ïõí óôï ìÝëëïí. {Sans the naked part, I'll have to in the future.}
Once again, Alexandra laughs at his comment and Hitman joins in, feeling a little awkward in the process. Alexandra then looks up at him once more with a smile on her face.
Alexandra: ¸ëåãá, áí Ý÷åôå öôÜóåé äåí âåâáñçìÝíï üëåò óýíôïìá, èá Þèåëá íá óõíáíôçèïýí êÜðïôå áãÜðç ãéá êáöÝ. Èá Þèåëá íá óáò íá åíäéáöÝñïõí; {Say, if you're not busy anytime soon, I would love to get together sometime for coffee. Would you be interested?}
Hitman winces at the offer. What if she was to be a double agent? What if this was an act of sole embarassment? Nonetheless, he decides to take her up on the offer.
Hitman: Ãéá íá åßìáé åéëéêñéíÞò, åßìáé áó÷ïëïýíôáé ìå êÜðïéá åìðéóôïóýíç æçôçìÜôùí êáôÜ ôç óôéãìÞ. ¼ìùò, äåäïìÝíïõ üôé óáò öáßíåôáé íá åßíáé ðñáãìáôéêÞ, ìðïñþ íá ìçí äïýìå ðïéï åßíáé ôï ðñüâëçìá èá. {To be honest, I'm dealing with some trust issues at the moment. But since you seem to be genuine, I don't see what the problem would be.}
Alexandra: åðßè! {Great!}
Alexandra looks pleased at his approval as Hitman pulls out a piece of paper and scribbles an address on it. He hands it back to her.
Hitman: Áõôü åßíáé äéêÞ ìïõ äéåýèõíóç. Åßìáé óå ìéá ðÝôñá óþìá óå zegora, óôï. {This is my address. I'm in a stone house in Zegora, Pelion.}
Alexandra: ÅîáéñåôéêÞ, èá Þèåëá íá óáò âëÝðïõìå åêåß. {Excellent, I will see you there.}
Hitman: Ç ìåãÜëç ìïõ ÷áñÜ èá ðñÝðåé íá åßíáé äéêÞ ìïõ. {The pleasure will be all mine.}
Alexandra smiles once more, almost blushing, before waving and turning around to resume her path. Hitman cannot help but stare as she leaves; he's never seen someone so beautiful in his eyes and wonders if this could be a most suitable replacement for Serenity. Hitman then remembers why he came here: to enjoy the temple in all its glory. Hitman then goes the opposite way to continue exploring the temple of Poseidon.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 28, 2009 19:27:06 GMT -5
Segment: Where In The World Is Yoko Satoshi? #04 (Credit: Yoko / Snake / Sarin)
With Sarin Rossi in prison, ratings are up 72% among the grindhouse junkie demographic.
Women in prisons is a very popular movie genre.
But trashy entertainment isn't on today's agenda. Just visiting for now.
And who's visiting Sarin? Her boyfriend Rattlesnake, accompanied by Yuki Satoshi. They thought perhaps with Yoko free of the Grim Goblin, she may have come to see Sarin.
Sarin: She hasn't been here. Yuki, she didn't come to you?
Yuki: No...Apparently she took off again right after Genocide.
Rattlesnake: I assumed it was done. I mean, there she was.
Yuki: Why wouldn't she see me first? And why hasn't she made a single call to me? It's like she doesn't care.
Sarin: You know she cares!
Yuki: She was in ACW the whole time, too.
Sarin: It was that mask, you know how the demon thing works.
Yuki: But she's never AVOIDED me!
Rattlesnake: I think she just doesn't want to drag you into whatever she's doing, it seems really serious She knows you'd tag along with her.
Sarin: He's right, you know. She'll turn up when she's done, and then explain everything.
Rattlesnake: We still might be able to find her and help her. We still have two or three good leads.
BZZZZZZZZZ!
Rattlesnake: Already?
Sarin: Sorry. I keep losing visiting time and priviledges. The staff is out to get me.
Rattlesnake: Maybe if you stop attacking them...
Sarin: I'll try. I love you. Both of you.
Rattlesnake: I love you too. We'll be back soon.
Sarin's carted away quite roughly by a banged up guard.
Rattlesnake: Heh. I bet Sarin owns this prison.
Yuki: Do you really think my sister is trying to protect me?
Rattlesnake: Absolutely. Once we find her, you'll see.
Yuki: But how will we? We couldn't even find her while she was wearing that goblin mask for six months right next to us!
Rattlesnake: She had to have help at some point, even recently. We'll just keep tracking down her friends. We went to Jade and Alicia, but there's still RDK and Orochi. We'll find her. I promise.
That seemed to calm Yuki down...But can Rattlesnake actually keep that promise? He sure as hell hopes so.
To Be Continued...
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 28, 2009 19:27:38 GMT -5
Segment: To Live and Die, Part 1 (Credit: Lee)
The scene opens with a tight shot of a teenage Asian boy standing in front of an imposing white brick building. A mighty chain link fence sprawls to either direction of him. A menacing spiral of barbed wire is wrapped around the top. The ground at his feet is nothing but stark, desolate sand. The oppressive midday sun bears down on him unrelentingly. The kid carries a lone duffle bag. He looks to his left, then to his right.
= = =
Fade in to another close shot of the same boy. The streets of Los Angeles whir past the window of the automobile in which he travels. He pays those sights no mind. He continues to stare vacantly forth.
= = =
It’s now nighttime, but the young boy continues to gaze forward, the same distant glare painted across his countenance.
Man’s Voice: So, you’re home now.
= = =
The boy has buried his face in his hands.
Man’s Voice: It’s been a long time.
= = =
The boy now sits at a table in the humble kitchen of a cramped apartment. The blank white walls glow eerily under the harsh fluorescent lighting. A man speaks from off-screen with a gritty, gruff voice.
Man: How was it?
We see a hand reach into the screen to pull a cigarette from a carton.
Boy: ( blank ) I dunno.
There comes the ~!~click~!~ of the lighter.
Boy: I hated it. Every day. ( with more conviction ) I hated it.
Man: That’s good.
A cloud of smoke is blown forth into the scene.
Man: You’re supposed to hate it. How else are you gonna learn the lesson?
The boy takes a puff of his own cigarette.
Man: Have you learned your lesson?
The boy subtly moves his head up, then straight down. He ponders for a while.
Boy: I learned a lot of things.
Man: That’s good.
The sound of paper un-crumpling.
Man: I wrote you something.
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Man’s Voice: Many years.
The camera begins to descend on a quaint suburban domicile. The gentle afternoon sun casts a golden glow on the pristine white paint.
Man’s Voice: With every step I take, a lesson learned.
= = =
Fade in on a shot of a middle-aged Asian man slurping a bowl of noodles. He sits on a brown recliner, his feet resting on the stout coffee table in front of him. also resting on the table are numerous empty bottles of assorted hard liquor. A young boy watches him warily from the nearby couch.
Man’s Voice: My journey is an endless one.
The man looks up at the boy.
Man’s Voice: Only hope in my horizon.
The man smiles at the boy. The boy smiles back.
Man’s Voice: Only memories in my past.
= = =
Two boys fiddle around with a skateboard in front of another unassuming house in the suburbs. A young girl wearing a pink backpack emerges from the front door and skates down the walkway. The boys watch her whiz by.
Man’s Voice: I am but a ghost searching for his soul.
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The young boy from before sits with the girl on a set of bleachers in front of a derelict basketball court. The ground is beaten and weathered to a depressing degree. The boy brings a cigarette to his lips.
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Man’s Voice: One day, my long walk will end.
The two boys walk together down the street.
Man’s Voice: I will look back to see many years gone.
= = =
The two boys and the girl sit on the front steps of another house. They giggle with delight as they converse with one another. Their hands are dyed a dizzying array of bright colors as the popsicles they carry are liquefied by the late day heat.
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Man’s Voice: I will look ahead to see a lifetime of consequence.
Four teenage boys smoke in front of two Toyota Corollas.
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A shot of the three children on the front steps again.
Man’s Voice: I will look at myself and see a man.
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Back to the shanty apartment. The boy sits with his head hung low.
Man: Let me look at you.
The boy hesitates to meet this man’s gaze. He painstakingly turns his head, then raises his eyes toward the man addressing him.
The view switches to a shot from the side, revealing the boy sitting across the table from a stocky Asian man, probably in his late 50’s, his face like a rock formation that’s been beaten ragged by the elements. The older man rises from his seat.
Man: Stand up.
The boy does so with a seemingly vast amount of effort. The man offers up the piece of paper to the boy, who regards it with a mix of confusion and trepidation before taking it into his own hands.
Man: ( stern, yet sincere ) I’ve missed you, Lee.
The young boy who we now know as Lee hangs his head in shame.
Lee: My apologies, uncle.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 28, 2009 19:30:06 GMT -5
Segment: I don't know what to name the seg since I didnt get a chance to read it so hopefully Bradly doesn't mind the obscure segment name:) - Spade (Credit: Bradly Alexander) The Scene starts out in a dark room where all that can bee seen is a table on which is the only source of light in the room. A lamp on the table, two hands appear on the table and we now hear deep breathing. The atmosphere is tense and surprisingly humorous. That is due to the presence of this man.
.:Bradley::The.Lightning::Alexander:.
It’s time for everyone here to feel…my pain. I am here…to save. My name is Bradley Alexander and I am your Savior. After watching this company and seeing its gifted and its weak. I now know what I must do. I am here my friends to make sure you are all entertained. To make sure that at the end of the day you aren’t wondering why you should tune in next week. It should be a given. My purpose on this earth is to please the fans…and no one else. And the reason is because I am a god.
Bradley’s Face emerges and we see his intense demonic look on his face. The one that makes you creeped out but you also want to cheer his name. Bradley closes his eyes as if to try to remember something from his past. He laughs and begins to speak.
.:Bradley::The.Lightning::Alexander:.
The reason I am a god is because of my looks. I look like no one on earth. I am special in my own way. I live to look beautiful…so I can please the fans. All my life I have been told that I am unique. From playing the drums and being in a band named D R 3 G Z, to becoming a soon to be world known wrestler. There is no one like me. Being the Extreme Enigma, I will do anything I have to, to get the win. Since I was a kid I was playing on trampolines trying out different combinations of moves until I found the perfect moves as my finishers.
Bradley opens his eyes and looks directly into the camera and starts to laugh again. Bradley is a man whose laugh makes you want to jump off a building…into a pile of fluffy pillows. It’s a rush of adrenaline for your ears. He speaks.
.:Bradley::The.Lightning::Alexander:.
The SHT or the Severe Head Trauma. A neck-breaker that will leave you hearing a ringing in your ear for the longest time. Once you feel your head hit the floor the next thing you will see will be the hospital room treating you for SEVERE HEAD TRAUMA! Clever huh?? That’s what I thought. And The Fallen Angel. A flip from the Top rope that wont only leave you breathless but will leave you crippled. The Fallen Angel is a living description of what I am. An angel fallen from heaven to fulfill a destiny. And that destiny id to rule over the ACW with an iron fist. I will become a champion and destroy the competition. But I’ll make sure I don’t beat everyone too fast or else the fans won’t enjoy it and that is exactly what I am trying to prevent. Because honestly who wants to go home after a long day of work to turn on your T.V. and see boring matches take place that are either too short or way too long. That’s exactly why this company needs me to entertain the people of my audience.
Bradley runs both hands through his hair and looks into the camera now with a calmer smile than before. He remembers something that he had wanted to say since the beginning of the segment and says it very jubilant.
.:Bradley::The.Lightning::Alexander:.
And remember boys and girls I am the Extreme Factor, The Lightning, Bradley Alexander. So whenever you get into a tight situation, just ask yourself what would the Extreme Factor Do?
The scene fades and in big BOLD letters across the screen it says… COMING SOON TO A TV NEAR YOU!!
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 28, 2009 19:31:04 GMT -5
"Torture Me..." Credit: Danny Mainer "Mindless TV drones. It's the same crap over and over again. In my Hepburn Heights apartment, all I have to do is sit around munching on Hagendaz Ice Cream and watch The Price is Right. I'm sick of this, it's like Purgatory. Lying on the couch, my jeans don't even fit me anymore so I have to lie around in my panties like I'm some kind of decrepit crackwhore. I hate this place, I HATE IT! It's like Hell... but it's the only place I can go. Urgh, forget it. TV again and the fat man thinks he's cool high-fiving all the people on the rundown. Why am I so cynical lately? Insecurity... God I... I hate myself."KNOCK.KNOCK.KNOCK. "Aww no. I need to get my jeans on, quick! Otherwise they'll kick the door. Alright come on Catty, haul your fat ass off the couch and let's go answer the door. Let's just hope this button stays and doesn't pop and blind whoever's at the door! Jeez, I'm so fucking fat. I can't cope. Look through the spyhole... because you can't trust anyone these days. Oh, it's just Corey from the next apartment. He's nice, he always offers to help me with my shopping. Glasses, short, spikey blue hair. He's always blasting Sex Pistols. I wonder what he wants..."Caitlynn Dufraisne: "Hi Corey. What's up doll?"Corey McMahon: "Hey Katie, I left my phone here yesterday?" Caitlynn Dufraisne: "You did? OH. The one on the kitchen service. Right... you want me to get it for you?"~ Corey McMahon: "Nah it's cool, I'll grab it if you don't mind." Caitlynn Dufraisne: "That's fine by me!"Corey walks into the small, dark apartment lit only by the TV. Even through the dim light of night time he can see that this place is a shit tip. "Ugh, I'm ashamed to live here." He peers through the dark to head from the living room to the kitchen which is part of the same room.Corey McMahon: "How come you've got all the lights off Katie?" Caitlynn Dufraisne: "Because sitting around in just your panties when you look like I do is not an appealing sight in the mirror or from the TV reflection?"Corey McMahon: "It would be to any straight guy." Caitlynn Dufraisne: "I swear all you and your buddies do is acid with comments like that, you MUST be out of your mind."Corey McMahon: "No, far from it. I look at you and I see this really pretty girl that fell for some dick." Caitlynn Dufraisne: "Please... don't talk about him like that."Corey McMahon: "What right-minded man would walk out on you though?" Caitlynn Dufraisne: "That's what you don't get Corey... he didn't leave me, I left him. I-"Corey McMahon: "Whatever! He was obviously a big enough of a dick to drive you away and he should be shot! Who is he? I'll kill him!" Like the kinda' shit you'd see on the X-Files, the TV suddenly starts to blare loudly and on TV is a promo for the 10 o'clock news in half an hour. It's briefly describing the headlines and at this point, it talks about ACW Wrestler Danny Mainer's new business venture in Minato, the nightclub. Caitlynn goes white just seeing his smiling face on screen and how smart he looks in a suit.Caitlynn Dufraisne: "I don't want to listen to this... please Corey I beg you..."Corey McMahon: "Alright... alright. In other news, there's a parcel downstairs for you. Want me to bring it up?" Caitlynn Dufraisne: "That would be sweet of you... thanks... I'll shut the door and let you back in when you come up."Corey McMahon: "A'ite, oh and yo. I threatened my ex girlfriend with legal action after she stabbed me in the chest. She forgot my dad's a lawyer, so she unable to pay the legal fees on her own side just gave me a shitload of her stuff, yet I've already got some of that shit for myself and I can imagine you could use a new phone-" Caitlynn Dufraisne: "Oh no don't worry about me, I don't have cash for credit anyways..."Corey McMahon: "That's cool. It's yours if you want it for like emergencies anyways. Be right back anyway." Caitlynn Dufraisne: "Cya soon Corey!"Corey despite his know it all attitude didn't notice that deep look of bitter defeat in Caitlynn's face... "I can't cope anymore. I can't put up with this." She heads into her kitchen, her head ravaged by a blistering headache as she looks for a sharp implement to contribute to the museum of scars she contains on both arms... the last and final one she keeps telling herself. After this conversation with Corey... she knows it's time to make good on that recurring promise. It's time, time for that steel kiss of death on her arms. The blood pumping through her heart like a jackhammer she heads into her bathroom with tears torrenting out of her eyes. She strips down to her underwear and throws her clothes behind the toilet in the hopes it'll look like a showering accident. A heavy, sobbing comes over her as her eyes start to get blood-shot and her migraine threatens to tear away what's left of her sanity...Caitlynn Dufraisne: "I don't want to... but I have to..."She glances at the knife, then her wrists putting the tip of the blade to the rough, jagged and torn up flesh of her fore-arms pressing gently the tip of her blade on her vein. It slices but a tiny amount, causing a trickle of red to pool out onto her arm. Everything in her vision seems to fade around her to black nothingness, all she can see is the blade on her arm and without further delay she declares her final words.Caitlynn Dufraisne: "Goodbye... Danny."She pulls the knife across her wrist gagging to choke back her screams as her eyes open up extremely wide in shock, the colour draining out of her voice as blood shoots out of her arm. She drops to her knees slowly as blood spurts out of her arm staining her clothes, a face a pure reflection of agony. The stained, tainted knife bounces off the floor causing droplets to land on the floor as she tilts to one side and collapses in the foetal position. The dripping blood starts to form a puddle around her hand as her body goes limp and her wide eyes finally droop shut as. Her life source, pumping out of her veins as her breathing finally comes to a stop...FADE
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 28, 2009 19:31:27 GMT -5
Match 1: Stan Vishis vs. Brent Garland The Reprobate As we come back to the ACW arena, the fans cheer and raise their arms in the air awaiting the next bout. The camera squares in on the squared circle to reveal Brent Garland standing in the ring wearing his wrestling gear, pacing back and forth. He doesn't get much of a reaction. The now quieted down fans quickly turn to boo the entrance way quickly, as the instrumental of "Black Republican" by Nas & Jay-Z hits on the loudspeaker. As the organs moan and the main beat kicks in, Stan busts out from behind the black curtain. The Death Defying wrestler wears his usual black bandannas over his head and mouth, long black shorts, and on this night he has chosen to wear a black Jake Steele t-shirt. Stan hops up and down on the main ramp and walks down to the ring as paper balls and empty popcorn buckets fly at his feet from the crowd. He reaches the ring and hops over the top rope. As Dan White stands on the outside handcuffed to the bottom rope, Stan rips his bandannas off, throws them outside the ring at him and wastes no time going on the offense at Brent Garland.
Stan hits a running boot to the face of Brent, who drops flat to his back. Stan follows up by placing his boot on Brent's neck and raising himself up with help of the top rope, intensifying the weight on to the throat... springboard off the ropes, Stan hits a knee drop to the skull of Brent Garland. Stan grabs Brent, picks up up to his feet, and sets up for the Disruptor... and he hits it. Brent rolls on to his back and lays motionless, Stan doesn't cover him. Instead, he rises to his feet... and slowly walks over to the corner. He lowers down in to a crouching position, with one hand on the top rope. Brent slowly regains consciousness and begins to squirm. He places one hand on the mat... then the other, and finally a foot up. Brent, on his hands and knees, is in the exact position that Stan needs.
Stan busts out of the corner in to a running motion, and with one swift roll of the leg, punts Brent in the forehead with a busaiku knee kick, a trademark move of the man on his t-shirt, Jake Steele. Brent is completely lifeless now, Stan 'falls' on to the Badger as the referee counts to three.
Stan raises three fingers in the air to signify his third win in a row, undefeated. He leaps to his feet and begins to celebrate as "Out of the Ashes" by Symphony X hits. VorteX makes his entrance as Stan backs up in to the corner of the ring farthest from the entrance way. He reaches the ring as Stan grabs the ropes. VorteX enters the ring and slowly walks over to Stan as the crowd begins to cheer the beating that Stan will be taking in a moment... just as VorteX comes within swinging distance of Stan, Pistol Pete rolls in to the ring with his broom! He whacks VorteX right in the back of the head with the broom, which breaks in half as VorteX drops to his knees. Stan grabs VorteX's head and then takes him in to the DDT position, he grabs the arms and... DISRUPTOR!
The fan favorite VorteX lays a victim of an ambush in the center of the ring for the second week in a row, at the hands of Stan Vishis and his partners.Here is your winner, and STILL undefeated, THE DEATH DEFYING... STAN VISHIS!Stan raises his three fingers in the air as he stands in the center of the ring. The fans boo and continue to throw trash in to the ring which land at the feet of the Master of the DDT.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 28, 2009 19:31:51 GMT -5
Retro Segment: Green Crayons Credit: Rena and Bryce[/center][/font] Sunday, July 31, 2005 09:13:44 pm location: UNKNOWN Bryce: I'm down here! Bryce heard the clicking of heels on the floorboards upstairs and soon on the wooden stairs leading to his basement. Rena, coming down, tripped lightly but regained her balance before injuring herself.Rena: Fucking Christ. Bryce: Looks like someone's been drinking again. Rena: Fuck you. Bryce: Truth hurts, eh? Bryce chuckles to himself.Rena: What are you watching? Bryce: The game. Rena sat down on the beige couch and grabbed the remote, flicking from football to the Diva channel.Bryce: What the fuck is this! Rena: SatC. Bryce: S...a...t...C? Rena: uhhh Sex and the City. Bryce: ... Bryce takes a moment to pause.Bryce: FUUUUCK NO. We are not watching that shit. Bryce tried to grab the controller from Rena, but she pulled away and started laughing. As she was pulling back, Bryce pinned Rena against the couch and grabbed the converter out of her grasp, effectively changing the channel. After the channel had changed, Bryce took the batteries out of the controller and threw them across the room, smirking.Bryce: Haha, looks like we're stuck with the game then! Rena: Ass. Do you even care about football? Bryce: What man doesn't! Wait, I know what'll make this better. Rena: What? Bryce immediately pulled open a drawer in the coffee table and pulled out a sandwich bag filled with ...Rena: Is that pot!? Bryce: Uhuh. Rena: I'd get high! Bryce: That is usually the idea ya know. Rena: OOOKAY! We need a pop bottle, a pen, tin foil- Bryce: I have a bong somewhere. Rena: That works! Bryce: Awesome. Soon the room was filled with smoke, and the air was filled with laughter from both parties.Rena: hahahahahaha elephant fish Bryce: No it'd be a sweet fucking fish. Rena: I feel like I'm toasting. Bryce: What the?! Rena: I feel like ... like I'm laying in the toaster oven and the rods or whatever that get hot and red and toast bread and toasting me. Bryce: That's some fucked up shit, Rena. Rena: You don't feel that? Bryce: Nope, you sure you haven't been drinking as well? Rena: Yeah. She pauses. Rena: I could go for a fucking cigarette. Bryce: Well, I don't have any. Smoking's bad for you, you know. Rena: OH! WAIT! Rena fumbled through her purse and grabbed a cigarette. Blowing it off, she placed it in her mouth and found a lighter to light it. Laying her head back, she puffed on her cigarette lightly.Bryce: That'll kill, you know Rena: Pft, fuck you. Bryce: HAHAHAHAAHAHAHA Rena: what? Bryce: Pft. Rena: wait, wait, wait. Bryce: What? Rena: Okay, so when I inhale I can feel the smoke in my mouth and I can literally feel it going throughout my body. Bryce: That's fucked up. Rena: It is. It's totally fucked. Bryce: Or maybe you're on...FIRE! Bryce pauses.Bryce: Whatever it is, you are not smoking pot again. Rena: Why not, you love it. Bryce: Oh do I? Rena: mhm... Bryce: I love you. Rena: BAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHA Bryce: What? Rena: HAHAHA OHHHHHHH Bryce. Fuck, I'm too high for this. Bryce: .... *embarrassed* hahahaha ... Rena: Oh Bryce ... I want more pot Bryce: No, I don't think that's a good idea. We're both already completely fucked. Rena: *laughs* yes it is! Bryce: Okay, okay! and so with that, the two grabbed more pot and began to smoke their lives away.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 28, 2009 19:32:38 GMT -5
Segment: To Live and Die, Part 2 (Credit: Lee)
Lee lies on his bed, ankles crossed over each other, one hand folded back behind his head, the other holding a cigarette to his mouth. The tip glows effulgently in the dimly-lit room. Lee exhales, lazily expelling a thick billow of smoke into the already stagnant air. There aren’t any sheets on his bed, no cases enclosing his pillows. A pack of cigarettes and a lighter rest on his chest, heaving up and down with each languid breath.
= = =
Seven years ago.
There comes a screeching of tires skidding across asphalt. A young Lee rushes toward the window of his bedroom. Out on his front lawn, three men scramble out of a white Toyota Corolla. Two of them haul the limp body of their friend.
Elsewhere in the home, Lee’s uncle is slumbering facedown on the couch, his bulk resting heavily on the couch, a plaid blanket laid over his back. The nearby TV drones a nondescript news report.
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In another tightly cramped room, four young Asian men congregate. The bruised and battered man who was being hauled out of the car sits on the couch, clutching his side.
Man #1: We know where they are. We’re gonna go there and beat the FUCK outta them!
Drunk with ire, he indiscriminately punches the nearby wall.
Man #1: We’re gonna kill ‘em!
Man #2: You gotta stay calm, all right, Mike?
Man #1: Stay calm? This isn’t the time to stay calm, man. Look at him!
A young Lee peeks into the room from the outside.
Man #1: He’s all fucked up!
Man #2: Roy, how bad is it?
Roy: ( straining ) It’s nothing, Tommy, man. I mean, it’s just a scratch.
Roy lifts up his shirt to reveal a massive gash stretching across his belly. His comrades all instantly recoil in disgust.
Tommy: Your momma’s gonna kill me when she sees that, you know.
Roy: Like I give a shit. You tell her after I kill those motherfuckers.
Tommy sighs in resignation.
Tommy: Is this what you guys want?
The other three nod in disparate intervals.
Tommy: So be it.
Exit Tommy.
Roy: We gotta do this.
Enter Tommy, carrying a black backpack. He reaches in and fishes out a silver GLOCK. He tosses the bag to Mike.
Tommy: Ben, you go with Roy. Follow us. Mike, let’s move.
Ben: Tommy!
Mike: You sure about this?
Tommy: You guys say you wanna do something, right?
The boys get less sure by the second.
Tommy: Well, come on. Let’s do something.
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The white Toyota barrels forth through the foreboding Los Angeles night. Ben is driving as Roy tries in vain to get his lighter to ignite. Ben offers up his own with a free hand.
Roy: The fuck is wrong with you, man? Eyes on the road for Christ’s sake.
Roy snatches up Ben’s lighter.
Ben: Relax, I’m cool.
Roy: Cool? You tremblin’, motherfucker, look at you.
Ben: I’m just a little nervous, man. So what? Big fucking deal.
Roy: Nervous for what? You should be pissed off.
Ben: What for? They didn’t try to kill me.
Roy: You ain’t nervous. You just scared. That’s what it is.
Ben: What the fuck are you saying? I ain’t scared, chicken shit. I’m fucking smart. Who’s gonna have Tommy’s back if you all dead, huh? Stupid punk thinks he can keep us out on the streets forever--
Roy: So you calling Tommy a punk now?
Ben: ( mocking ) No, he’s my “brah,” right?
Roy scoffs.
Roy: You know what you sound like?
Ben: ( immediately regrets asking ) What?
Roy: I give you a hint. It starts with a “P,” and it’s something you never gonna get.
Ben: Blow me, asshole.
Roy: Oh, yeah, I’m sure you’d like that, faggot.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 28, 2009 19:33:54 GMT -5
Match 2: ..::ACW::.. ANDREW STAR VS. LYCOS ..::MELTDOWN::.. Credit: Thunderkiss
Time limit: 15 minutes Referee: Carter Donovan
-* Tale of the Tape *-
Andrew Starr Age: 29 Height: 6'0" Weight: 240 Hometown: Seattle, Washington
LyCoS Age: ? Height: 5'11" Weight: 260 Hometown: Unknown Forest "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" resonates across the ACW Arena, and Starr comes out on the entrance ramp holding his signature bottle of Jack Daniels. He flashes a goofy, drunken smile across the arena and takes a giant swig of his alcohol. He makes to spit it out straight above his head, but thinks about it for a second before swallowing the beverage. With hands raised in the air, he swiftly throws the empty bottle onto the ground as a fireball explodes behind him. He slightly jumps, looking behind him, as he walks on down to the ring and sliding in.
No music plays and out from the back with an old school entrance comes LyCoS! The big man has captivated audiences in recent weeks with his unique wrestling style for a man his size and continues to do so tonight. After his long walk he slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope and pops up to his feet with incredible agility. It makes Starr do a double take though he will not have long to be impressed. With both men their feet, Carter singles for the match to begin.~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: Lycos and Starr lock up in the middle of the ring and even though Starr has increased his weight, Lycos has no problems whatsoever pushing him onto his back with ease. Starr rolls to the ropes and uses them to help get him back up on his feet. However, he is much too slow and Lycos nails him with a giant boot to his face that rattles his teeth. Starr falls through the ropes and Lycos follows. With both men outside, Donovan does his best to get them back in but must step aside to avoid injury as they rampage around the ring. With a mighty heave-ho, Starr sends Lycos into the steel ring steps and the collision almost breaks his knee caps. With a sickening thud he falls off of them and lands back toward his opponent. Starr goes for steel chair but Carter will have none of that and pulls the chair straight out of his hands. This distraction is all it takes for Lycos to get back into the game and he does so with a running spear that almost breaks Starr in half. Starr impales himself up against the fan barricade and those sitting in that section scatter. Donovan then warns both men that he is no longer playing around and rolls back into the ring where he begins his twenty count. Lycos follows and within time, so does Starr. And with that we head to our match’s midpoint! MATCH MIDPOINT: Toward the middle of the match Starr is still reeling from the spear and finds himself thrown against the ropes where Lycos catches him on the way back with a massive spine buster! He gets the wind knocked out of him and Lycos picks him right back up and puts him into a powerbomb position! The fans almost cuff their eyes and they see Starr get destroyed in a car wreck fashion! Lycos leaps a top of him and pulls Starr’s leg back but only gets a two count for his effort. Disappointed, Lycos picks Starr up and Irish whips him into a nearby corner. Lycos then runs in with a body splash but Starr moves out of the way in the nick of time and Lycos goes smashing his head into the steel above the top turnbuckle pad. This is all the time Starr needs to get back into the thick of this thing and he does exactly that with a weak version of the ANDREW STARR LARIAT! Lycos crumbles to the mat and Starr stalls him with a chinlock. He has him there for several minutes until the big man regains enough strength to make a move towards the ropes. He does, and placing his leg on the bottom forces Donovan to call for the break! Starr reluctantly gives in and then goes for the knock out blow with a SWEET DREAMS! However Lycos is able to roll out of the ring before it is fully locked in and with tiredness setting in, we head to the closing minutes! MATCH ENDING: LyCoS is now just showing off his strength, as he lifts Andrew Starr over his head. He struts around the ring, showing off his brute strength. The crowd all of a sudden bursts into cheers and LyCoS drops Starr to the mat. But little does LyCoS know, the crowd wasn;t cheering for him. They actually were cheering at Andrew Starr’s feet which hit the referee in the head as they dangled. And with the referee down, this is the perfect time for any superstar who wants revenge against either of these superstars to capitalize. Good thing LyCoS doesn’t have any enemies...oh wait, here comes Andrew Black from the back all ready in his ring gear for his match next. But unlike his match, this time he runs to the ring with a pipe in hand. Smoothly sliding into the ring, Andrew Black clocks an unknowing LyCoS over the head. The man-beast falls to the mat, face already covered in blood. He puts his fingers over the open wound of LyCoS’s face and proceeds to draw a question mark on LyCoS’s chest, in response to the X drawn on Black’s chest on Monday. Next, Mr. Make You Tap drags Starr’s body onto of LyCoS’s before leaving the ring. Black has to give the referee a bit on a nudge from outside the ring before he comes to and realizes that he must complete his referee duties. He rolls over to the two mostly likely unconscious men and counts out the victory for Andrew Starr. Philip: The winner of this match is Andrew Starr. The referee waits for Starr to get up so he can raise his hand, but he doesn’t move off of LyCoS. As the starts to investigate what is going on in the ring, Andrew Black hides the pipe under the ring, avoids the cricket bat wielding Dan White and walks backstage with swagger beyond his years. He walks coolly as a stretcher comes down to the ring to carry off LyCoS, now that Starr has come to. Black just smiles and walks backstage, not caring about the consequences of his actions. End Of Match Credit: Andrew Black
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 28, 2009 19:35:20 GMT -5
“FREE BREAST EXAMS!” Credit: Dave Shadow, Thunderkiss [Searching for Thunderkiss, Dave Shadow usually doesn't have a problem locating his partner. All it normally takes is for him to follow the loudest commotion backstage or find the largest congregation of people huddled together. Tonight is no different. Cornered off backstage is an area swamped with female fans, all sporting the latest Thunderkiss gear indicating that they are “Femikisses,” the name given to members of the Army with two x chromosomes. Dave follows their line until he discovers the nature of this spectacle which is scribbled on a makeshift banner that hangs overhead which reads “Free Breast Exams 2-Nite!”] Dave: Kiss? What the hell is this?Thunderkiss: Hi, official mammary checker here.Dave: Aren't you married?Thunderkiss: What the hell, Dave? You act like I am taking pleasure in this! Does every gynecologist want to stick his sausage in his patients vagina?! I THINK NOT! I am doing this as a concerned doctor in training. Boobs are in trouble, Dave, and I think its high time somebody does something about it!Dave: And of course Thunderkiss is going to save the day.Thunderkiss: Damn right I am. Hey Willy, send in the next patient!Wilcox: Will do, big man! [Wilcox admits our next patient into the examination room. Through the door walks a curvy brunette girl, sky blue, black and white ribbons in her hair wearing a Thunderkiss tank top complimented with cut off jean shorts.] Kiss Army Fan Mindy: Heya. Thunderkiss: Why hello there! Please, have a seat. Lift that shirt up, Doctor Kiss will be with you in just a second.[Mindy leaps up and does what the doctor ordered. Simultaneously, Thunderkiss wraps his body in a white coat and places a stethoscope around his neck. Now fully prepared for the task at hand, he turns around and stumbles right into the biggest pair of breasts his eyes have ever had the pleasure of falling upon. Place them side by side with a couple of basketballs and the basketballs would deflate in jealousy.] Thunderkiss: Whoa, looks like we’re going to be working overtime on this one, Dave! .... Dave?[Shadow’s vanishing act yanks TK’s attention in his direction where he sees his partner standing mouth a gape, looking as if he is about ready to explode due to a testosterone overload.] Dave: Those.....those.....wow!Thunderkiss: YUP! A pair of big o’ boobies! Don’t you want to just stick your face in them and go ... BLUBAHABLUBABABLUBABHAHAHA!?Kiss Army Fan Mindy: Why Doctor! You are being very unprofessional! Thunderkiss: That I am! Shame on me! Many apologies for my bedside manner![Thunderkiss leaps up onto the table and wraps one arm around Mindy, pulling her tightly into his body. The other takes the stethoscope and places its end upon her ample mounds, listening intently all the while.] Thunderkiss: Yup, they sound good! Kiss Army Fan Mindy: You mean I’m a healthy young lady? Dave: It’s never lupus.Thunderkiss: Boy sister, did you just say a mouthful. Anyway, here is a lollipop for being such a good girl.Kiss Army Fan Mindy: Lollipops? Those are my favorite candy! I love to lick them. Thunderkiss: Yeah, I bet you do. Dave: I love youKiss Army Fan Mindy: Tee-hee! You’re funny. Oh, autograph please? Thunderkiss: Well, I’m never one to disappoint a fan![Mindy thrusts her chest back in TK’s face showing him exactly where she wants his John Hancock placed. Reaching into his coat’s pocket, he pulls out a sharpie and scribbles his name across her left breast making sure he holds his “canvas” nice and firm to prevent any messy work. With his job now complete, he pats Mindy on her ass sending her happily on her way. However, before he can grope the next patient, Wilcox informs him of some most important news.] Wilcox: Hey Teeks, Phillips was spotted backstage! Thunderkiss: Shit, I gotta go. Hey Dave, can you take care of the line?Dave: Wait, I get to take over?Thunderkiss: I don’t see why not, Dave! All those ladies out there will be quite disappointed if they don’t get their free examination. Let’s not neglect the melons!Dave: I think I can take one for the team.Thunderkiss: That a boy! [Thunderkiss sneaks out of the examination room through a side door to prevent a riot from breaking out. Meanwhile, Dave puts on his coat and readies his hands for what will surely be some pleasurable squeezing. He best not sprain a finger, after all. Fully ready, he stands back and announces the doctor is in.] Dave: NEXT![Dave’s big toothy grin evaporates by the second as a giant shadow is cast upon him. Barely escaping the door frame comes a lady who rivals Thunder Thighs in terms of both girth and size. With no hesitation she throws her shirt up exposing a mountain of a woman underneath, weakening his gag reflex tenfold.] Kiss Army Fan Boomshieka: I need to be checked out. Dave: ......damn you TK.[FADE]
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