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Post by Jonny Spade on May 28, 2009 19:35:48 GMT -5
===================== A Stunning Revelation.
Chris Phenomenal Hollywood and Jake Steele ===================== The scene opens in the backstage area of the ACW Arena, more specifically the Mega Star Alliance locker room. Chris Phenomenal and Hollywood Mach are sitting back, relaxing as they watch Meltdown just waiting for their nights to begin when there’s a knock at the door.Chris Phenomenal: I got it.Chris gets up out of his chair and opens up the door, expecting a pizza delivery or something and most definitely not who stands in front of him, Jake Steele. Chris Phenomenal: What the fuck do you want?Jake Steele: Fuck you mean what I want? I'm here to speak with Mach.Chris Phenomenal: The hell you do. After what happened at Spring into Hell, after him running your Brooklyn ass over, after he would have beat you had it not been for Thunderkiss, you need to speak to him. Naw, sayonara Steele.Chris Phenomenal goes to shut the door but Jake Steele sticks his foot in the way, preventing it from shutting.Jake Steele: Look, bitch, dis is important. I know none of us have seen eye to eye, but tonight, we have to make shit work out here, and I need to speak with Mach for dat to happen, so let me talk to him.Chris Phenomenal: Ya know, you choked me out a couple of weeks ago, and my patience for you is next to none. Now you know the Mach don’t like you and neither does Thunderkiss. There’s really nothing stopping me from grabbing you right now and deciding to soften you up a little before your match where Thunderkiss can do the job.Jake Steele: You move one more inch closer to me, and I swear to god I'll break yo face fuckin' face.Chris and Jake stare at each other, and right before they can come to blows, there’s a hand on the shoulder of Chris, that of Hollywood Mach.Hollywood: Chris, give us a moment brud.[/color] Chris stares at Hollywood Mach giving him an “are you crazy?" look before deciding to leave the room, bumping Jake Steele on the way out. Steele looks back for a moment, but refrains himself from action because now he is standing in front of not only the man that has went back and forth with him since December, but a man who even went as far as to run Jake Steele over with a car, just to obtain the World Title, though even that didn't work. As Steele peers through Mach's soul, he thinks about what he'll truly do. He could get into a brawl with him, calmly talk about the main event, or just stare at him for the rest of this segment then walk off. It's like Jade Empire, or Mass Effect and Steele forgot to pause the game during a conversation and they're just standing there staring at each other while he goes to grab some chips, or whatever the hell Steele does when he forgets to say "BRB". It happens a lot too, just ask Train. Anyway though, Steele opts to take a different route to this encounter, one that catches everyone off guard.Jake Steele: Guywhoslosingnextweeksayswhat.Hollywood: What?Jake Steele: HA!Hollywood: OH BRUDAH, I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE!Jake Steele: I'm glad you see what I did there!Hollywood: Okay brud, seriously, what do you want? I really don't have any interest to speak with you.Jake Steele: Oh, you know you do. I mean, you have to face me at some point, right? Did you really think just because I never ambushed you somewhere, or tried to find you I forgot what you did to me? Hollywood: Oh you mean when the Mach whooped your ass in the Hell in a Cell!Jake Steele: No.Hollywood: Then you mean when I retained and beat you at Ragnarok!Jake Steele: N-wait, you didn't even beat me then...Hollywood: OoOoOoOO, chickity china the chinese chic-Jake Steele: I'M NOT EVEN ASIAN!Hollywood: Oh brudahbrudahbrudah, the Mach knows what you think he did, and he knows you want REDEMPTION. BUT TONIGHT THAT'S NOT THE CASE! You see, tonight we have to team up, and we have to beat two jabronis in every sense of the word - Steve Phillips and "D-List" Thunderkiss. I know you want to make me pay, the Mach knows that damn well that you do! And just as much as you want this to end... Mach wants that championship you got... and he wants it bad. I won't try to sabotage you though if that's what you're here for.Jake Steele: Yeah, whatever. I still don't trust you. Call it a hunch, or somethin', but I find it hard to believe someone who you know... RAN ME DA FUCK OVER! And I didn't come here to see if you would "have my back", I came here to tell you to stay da fuck out of my way. Dat's it. I ain't your partner, I'm going out there to fight and if you don't go out there for dat, then I don't need ya damn help!With that, Jake Steele turns away from Mach for what could be the last time, and with the coldest intent he's showed for him since Mach returned to ACW late last year. Mach watches Steele walk away, and he can only shake his head as he goes back to whatever he was doing, as the scene cuts out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 28, 2009 19:36:29 GMT -5
Consequences Of His Actions Credit: Andrew Black
As the scene opens, Mr. Make You Tap Andrew Black walks backstage still covered in LyCoS’s blood as a result of the attack that occurred in the ring. Black doesn’t have his normal look, no longer cocky and arrogant, he’s all business. No smirks, just that dead stare in his eyes. He arrives at the bathroom that he will throw up in later in the show and is about to go in a wash up when Chuck Evans, the manager of LyCoS stops him. Chuck Evans: Ah, there you are. Quite the stunt you just pulled. Andrew Black: Hey man, where I come from, that’s called revenge. Oh the benefits of writing a roleplay late, you can reference segmens hat haven’t happened yet. But since Chuck cannot see into the future, he just laughs off the comment. Chuck Evans: Oh that’s what that was? Well, I guess is LyCoS’s turn then. Good luck Monday. Chuck goes to walk away, but Andrew grabs him with his bloodied hand. Andrew isn’t a psychic either and doesn’t know that he has been booked in a modified cage match. Chuck rips his arm away and turns back to the superstar. Chuck Evans: Oh you haven’t heard have you. You have a match with LyCoS on ACW’s Fifth Anniversary Show on Warfare! But it isn’t any regular match, that is no fun. You will be wrestling LyCoS in a cage! Ten minutes, no where to run. If you leave the cage, you forfeit the match. Andrew Black: Well, it is nice to see that he is finally being put in a cage where he belongs. Chuck Evans: Its too bad that you are stuck in there with him. Andrew Black: Yeah right whatever. Excuse me, I’m gonna wash this off and go get a rabies test. Black moves half around, half through Chuck Evans into the bathroom. It looks like Chuck Evans has got the best of him tonight, and he knows it. Evans smiles before walking off camera.
Fade to Black DISCLAIMER: sorry for the sarcasm and bitterness. its 3AM and I can’t sleep and it wasn’t my job to write this.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 28, 2009 19:36:56 GMT -5
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 28, 2009 19:37:21 GMT -5
Segment: To Live and Die, Part 3 (Credit: Lee)
The red Toyota carring Tommy and Mike pulls into a ominously dark alley, the kinda place where the potential for good deeds drops exponentially. Sucking on a lollipop, Mike pulls down the vanity mirror and begins applying some strange substance to his neck. Tommy glares at him curiously.
Tommy: The fuck you doing? We ain’t going to no fucking spa.
Mike: I have very dry skin.
Tommy scoffs dismissively. The two men retrieve their own respective pairs of Ray Ban Wayfarers from the insides of their jackets and place them over their eyes. Tommy retrieves his Desert Eagle. Its silvery glint in the pale moonlight is almost hypnotizing to him.
Tommy: Hey, man, how I look?
Mike: Man, you better put that shit away and then ask me.
Tommy: Seriously, dude, how I look?
Mike takes a moment to grin mischievously, then pounces on Tommy, mercilessly tussling Tommy’s prolifically preened hair.
Tommy: Get off the hair, asshole! Seriously, dude!
Satisfied with his victory, Mike relents.
Tommy: Fuck’s sake. You gonna make me look like a goddamn FOB.
Mike: Chill out. It’s all gonna work out. It’s gonna be cool.
Tommy: ( instantly serious ) You got my back, man?
Mike needs a moment to come off his hilarity high.
Mike: ( matching Tommy’s gravity ) To death.
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The scene: your typical downtown LA nightclub. Throngs of faceless young people gyrate and convulse sporadically to a dizzyingly throbbing techno beat. The disco ball hanging overhead showers the site with a dazzling array of pastel colors.
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Now in what appears to be a restroom of some sort, Mike places his nose right on top of his palm, on which rests a thin line of a grainy white substance. He takes a hearty inhale, then shudders spastically. He’s still wearing his sunglasses from before.
Mike: Whoo!
Also wearing his sunglasses, Tommy wipes his own nose.
Tommy: Read to do something, huh?
Mike paces erratically around the room.
Tommy: Big Mike?
Mike begins to shadowbox feverishly.
Mike: Fuck yeah! How you feeling?
Tommy: Fucking gnarly. ( sniff ) Let’s do it.
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Now back in the nightclub, two menacing silhouettes cast a pall over the hysteric good time the club patrons are enjoying. Tommy and Mike finally remove their sunglasses.
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In a nondescript backroom, five men sit on folding chairs playing cards. Stacks of poker chips and empty bottles of Tsingtao are scattered across the foldout table around which they congregate. The distant rhythms of “September” by Earth, Wind & Fire can be faintly heard.
There then comes a deafening ~!~CRACK~!~ as the front door of the room comes flying open. Greeting them on the other side is Tommy, who doesn’t hesitate a split second to unload a blistering barrage of bullets from his firearm. Three men go down immediately. The other two scamper out the other door and into a dimly-lit hallway. Tommy and Mike pursue, continuing to fire indiscriminately in the direction of their prey. Another man is shot dead.
The fracas eventually spills out onto the dance floor. The lone survivor of the slaughter shoves aside anyone in their way as they feverishly flee their tormentors. He manages to make it to the back alley of the club. A true “out of the frying pan and into the fire” type situation is what awaits him.
Roy shoves the barrel of his gun straight into the face of his victim.
Roy: Leaving so soon, huh?
Peeking out on this horrid sight from behind the passenger’s seat in the red Toyota is none other than Lee.
Tommy: Not such a big man now, are you?
The helpless man gawks back at Tommy, his eyes bulging out of his skull in crippling fear. With a resounding ~!~BANG~!~ does Tommy bury a lone bullet straight between the bugged-out eyes of his quarry.
Lee scrambles out of the car.
Ben: Fuck, man, it’s the kid!
Roy: Just grab him!
Lee makes a beeline away from the scene, but Ben easily catches up to him and snatches him up.
Lee: Get off! Lemme go!
Roy: Is that the kid from next door?!
Tommy: Lee?
Mike: Shit.
Roy: Dammit!
Ben: So now what?
Roy: What the fuck, Tommy?
Tommy: Just shut the fuck up! Just let me think for a second, OK?
Ben: You don’t got a second, man. He saw everything! Let’s just shoot him and get the fuck outta here!
In a last-ditch effort, Lee bites down on the hand Ben was using to smother his mouth.
Ben: OW! Fuck you, kid!
Tommy: Shut the fuck up! Bring him over here!
Ben shoves Lee toward Tommy.
Ben: Just make it quick.
Lee: I won’t tell anybody, I promise!
Tommy kneels down to get eye-level with Lee.
Tommy: Lee, what the fuck are you doing here, huh?
Lee is becoming less sure of that himself by the second.
Lee: I dunno, I just wanted to see what you guys were doing. I’m sorry, Tommy.
The man sighs hugely.
Tommy: You see what we do here? It’s not so good, is it?
Lee shakes his head.
Tommy: You still wanna be like me, huh? You wanna be one of us?
Ben: Quit joking around, asshole. We ain’t got time for no games!
Tommy: Shut your damn mouth now! This is the only way, OK?
Tommy gazes around, hoping to find support from either Roy or Mike. Both of them can only offer scornful glares.
Tommy: You listen to me, Lee. Guys like us? We ain’t like normal peeps. We live for our brothers. And when the time calls for it, we gotta do what we gotta do. Even if it’s not so good. Understand?
Lee keeps his eyes fixed firmly onto the dark concrete ground.
Lee: Understand.
Tommy firmly pats Lee on the head.
Tommy: Attaboy.
Lee looks over at the lifeless body of the slain man, blood trailing down the side of his mouth.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 28, 2009 19:38:24 GMT -5
It’s on...like Donkey Kong! (aka. The Ridiculously Short Segment) Jack Jefferson
Jack Jefferson is backstage, stalking the halls. He still has blood on his hands and his crowbar in his hand. The sick smile remains plastered on his face as he relives what he just did in the ring to Gooner. He stops as he rounds a corner, looking nervously left and right to check that he’s alone. He pulls his mobile phone from his jacket along with a tattered strip of paper. He unfurls the piece of paper and begins tapping what’s written on it, presumably a phone number, into his phone. He puts the phone to his ear and waits for whoever he’s ringing to answer, a serious look on his face.
Jefferson: It’s me...I’m in. I want to meet him first though, if we’re doing this it’ll be on my terms!
He hands up the phone without waiting for a response. He smirks then continues on his way. Where he’s going? I’m not sure. Let’s just say he’s going to his locker room to get his stuff and go home, yeah that works.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 28, 2009 19:38:41 GMT -5
Segment: Very suspicious.... (Credit: Freeman)
The camera fades in to show Gingerdude at work in his office, doing something which is of no consequence to this segment. The door opens, and in steps...Jason Freeman. The fans boo the man as soon as they see them, and Ginger looks up. He has not been at all happy with Freeman recently, or with the way the situation with AK has taken shape. It is obvious that Ginger wants to step in, and only AK's acceptance of the match has stopped Ginger from enacting punishment at Freeman's actions. Freeman clearly knows what Ginger is thinking of him, yet shows nothing with his face remaining emotionless.
Ginger: Yes, Freeman?!
Ginger speaks sharply, making it clear that if Freeman has the intention of playing any games with him, he might as well just wipe that intention out of his head right now. Ginger won't take it.
Freeman: Well, hello to you too Ginger. It's nice that despite your opinion of me you could greet me with such civility.
Ginger: You watch the way you speak to me, Freeman. You're on thin ice.
Freeman: I don't see why that would be. Everything is fine now. AK has accepted my challenge.
Ginger: Your actions have not been erased, Freeman.
Freeman: Enough of this. I've come here for a reason, and it was certainly not to chat with you about old times. Since I assume you want me out of your office as soon as possible, I would like to get right down to it.
Ginger: What, then, is your reason?
Freeman smirks to himself, which infuriates Ginger, who is sick of Freeman's smugness and self-righteousness.
Freeman: It has come to my attention that Atomic Kitsune will be in attendance at Monday's anniversary Warfare.
And now the fans DO pop. AK will be at the show live? Yet another reason to be eagerly in anticipation for the show! It's been a long time since AK has made an appearence on a free TV show, and many now can't wait for the chance to see her again. Freeman obviously however did not say this to get a cheap pop. This is leading into something...but what? This question is currently running through Ginger's mind. He knew she would be in attendance, but now he realizes what a problem this may cause, as she will be in the same building as Jason Freeman...could he be trusted to not try anything? Probably not. This is a problem to be sure.
Freeman: Since she is going to---
Ginger: Freeman, before you even say another word...you listen to me, and listen to me good. I am going to ensure that you stay FAR away from her, and you ARE going to obey that. You have your match that you wanted, and there is nothing else you have to gain from her. You wait until Omega Effect, because I don't want any problems.
Freeman: Well, Ginger. I'm insulted. do you think I am incapable of controlling myself?
Ginger: I think you have proved in the past that that is exactly the case.
Freeman: For your information, Ginger, I have no intention of doing anything to her. I have my match, as you said. I want nothing more. I can wait to fulfill my revenge. I won't harm a hair on her head.
Freeman's words seem to make sense. He has the match and if he waits until Omega Effect he'll get his revenge...it's the tone that bothers Ginger. Something about what Freeman just said just seems...ominous. Ginger doesnt trust Freeman at all, or his words. Freeman is manipulative, and Freeman is cunning. What he says is not always what he means. After all, Freeman has always got some plan...and Ginger feels even more strongly that the two should not interact at all.
Freeman: I would however, like another chance to speak face to face with the woman who threw me out of the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal. I am of course going to face her very soon, and I would like to converse with her yet again. I have a suggestion to you, Ginger. Since she will be in the building and I will be in the building, Id like to call her out to that ring, and together, we will sign the contract for our Omega Effect match. She has told me I am allowed to pick the stipulation, and by that time I believe I will have made my decision. We will come to the ring, perhaps share some words, and then sign the contract that shall make this match official.
Ginger does't like the way things are going. It's possible Freeman is telling the truth...and all he wants to do is go out there and sign the contract. But if he isn't? Ginger's eyes narrow involuntarily as he stares at Freemant trying to desperately read him, looking for anything - even a twitch - to show that he is lying. Freeman's face remains a closed book however, and in fact, Freeman seems to be taking slight enjoyment in the fact that Ginger is trying to analyze him, and failing at doing so. Just the look on Freeman's face alone is enough to make Ginger frustrated.
Freeman: It's your decision, Ginger, but I don't see why you'd have a problem with it.
Ginger: Listen, Freeman...I'll tell you what. On Monday, you SIGN that contract, but I will ensure that you CANnot try anything sneaky or attempt to pull one over on anybody. I will make sure that things are absolutely secure, so if you are planning something---
Freeman: Well, I assume that all you are going to do now is rant in an attempt to frighten me, but I'll save you the time and effort by telling you that you may do whatever you'd like. It doesn't matter to me. As I told you, I am planning on doing nothing wrong, so then why would I care what you do to prevent me from doing something I have no intention of doing in the first place? Now, then. I have some serious thought to put in about the stipulation. I'll take my leave unless you have any further warnings to deliver.
Ginger: No, Freeman, I'm done...but you heard what I said. And you mark my words, Freeman, I---
And before Ginger can continue what will inevitably be a powerful closing statement to ensure his point is made and the argument remains in his favor, Freeman merely turns and opens the door to exit. He does however, pause for a second to turn back towards Ginger. He answers him casually. Too casually.
Freeman: Consider them marked.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 28, 2009 19:39:31 GMT -5
Segment: WWG-UD? (Credit: Jonny Spade)
The scene opens to show Jonny and Gooey sitting around in Jonny’s locker room walking around with a hand on their chin more than likely thinking about something that is extremely important.
Jonny: So what we need is a plan. [/color]
Gooey: Riiiight…a plan…
Jonny: A plan that would beat these guys at their own game.
Gooey: Suggestions?
Jonny: Hmm….WWGU-D? …
Gooey: [color=C2464Exactly…wait what?
Jonny: You know, What would G-Unit do?
Gooey smacks his forehead.
Gooey: Of course!
Jonny: Well?
Gooey: OH! You’re asking me… hmmm lets see… eat popcorn and cookies and watch tv?
Jonny: No…well yes but we were doing that on a regular basis anyways.
Gooey: Make CAW’s of these guys in Omega Effect…
Gooey turns to the camera and holds up a copy of the game.
Gooey: …which is on sale now!
Gooey gives a cheesy grin and thumbs up and tosses the game behind his head.
Gooey: ...and beat their asses in it?
Jonny: Again, yes we probably would do that but we need to do something REAL to this. Think in the past…what would we do, to someone when they got on our nerves?
Gooey: Pulled off a prank?
Jonny: …Bingo. Now we are getting somewhere. We gotta pull of a prank that would get this Willmington guy away from his Goonie…but what…
As the boys continue to think of something there is a knock at the door, Jonny answers it and sees Kevin standing there.
Kevin: YO G-UNIT! What’s going on? I was wondering if I could get an interview about what you guys are going to do to get some revenge on these guys.
Jonny’s eyes turn wide as he sees Kevin standing at the door.
Kevin: I’ll do you one better. I will let you witness it first hand.
Jonny pulls Kevin into the room and shoves the camera man out as the scene fades off.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 28, 2009 19:39:51 GMT -5
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 28, 2009 19:42:14 GMT -5
Match 3: Bryce vs. Andrew Black (Credit: Jake Steele)
MATCH START: Bryce, being the cocky showman that he is, decides to begin strutting around the ring as soon as the bell rings. He puts himself against the ropes and poses, resulting in boos towards his direction. He shrugs them off and runs his hands through his silky hair, all the while Black just watches on with a look that can be described as bored. Bryce sees his expression and begins to get in his face, spouting trash talk everywhere, which results in Black cracking him square in the jaw. Black keeps his offense up, as he picks Bryce up and snaps him over his shoulder, running off to the ropes to follow that snap mare with a kick and a pin. He only gets a two count. Black quickly forgets the two count, as he hops up and runs off the ropes again, hopping into the air and hitting a knee drop, hooking Bryce’s leg once again but getting the same outcome as his last attempt. Black grabs the wrist of Bryce, and he pulls him up, irish whipping him across the ring. Though Bryce has grown tired of not being in control. He launches off the ropes and hit’s a beautiful Dropsault, which begins to swing things in his momentum. Bryce catches Black on the rebound with a Hurricarana, sending Black into the turnbuckle nearby with force. Bryce runs up behind him and spins him around, hopping onto the second rope and pulling down on Black’s neck, hitting the Monkey Flip. Black slides some, and gets up with a the back of his hand on his back from the force that he landed, and the pain temporarily blinds him as Bryce comes in for a kick, but Black catches his foot. That proves to be a rookie mistake, as Bryce steps up and kicks Black dead on the side of his head with an Enzuiguri.
MATCH MIDPOINT: Bryce didn’t get the win from that Enzuiguri, but it definitely did some damage and weakend Black enough for Bryce to lock in an armbar. Bryce has the lock in, and Black is forced to try and find an way to escape it. Black looks to his left and sees the ropes, but as much as he tries to push himself over to it, the pain continues to increase with every inch he moves. This is where his feet come into play. Black begins to launch off his heels into the side of Bryce’s head as he sits up and pulls his arm back. Bryce tries to add more pressure to his opponents arm, but Black carries too stiff of a kick in his arsenal. Black eventually breaks the hold and he rolls away from Bryce for the time being to recooperate on the outside. He doesn’t waste much time though, as just when Bryce turns around to taunt to the fans, Black dashes into the ring and spins Bryce around, catching him dead-on with a Roundhouse Kick which now sends him over the top rope and Black back with the advantage.
MATCH ENDING: Black holds Bryce’s arm in hammerlock position, and he does something brutal. He drives his knee into the back and arm of Bryce, Lungblower style. Bryce looks to be out cold, but Black isn’t done with him yet. Black picks Bryce back up, and he sweeps his legs out from under him, crashing his fist with the face of Bryce, the Instant KO being all but done. Of course, there is no getting up from it, and Black pins Bryce for the one, two, three.
Winner: Andrew Black
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 28, 2009 19:42:44 GMT -5
"Slaughterhouse" Credit: Danny Mainer/Jake Steele Minato, night time. The Japanese Nightlife industry is forever blossoming and well Danny has taken advantage of that. For the past few months Raymond King and Danny Mainer have invested lots of money into a construction which in the back of a black Mitsubishi Lancer Danny Mainer is slowly driven to by an Asian Mobster with black sunglasses. On the phone and looking good in a black open collar shirt with a big silver neck, he sips a can of coke.Danny Mainer: "I'm about five minutes away, yeah? Alright dude, chill. It's a big hit? Great. Otherwise it would've been pointless getting my celebrity guest in..."Danny listens in with a big grin on his face to the chatter on the other end. Smirking and sipping his coke, he replies.Danny Mainer: "That's a surprise, he SHOULD already be in the building but he's waiting for his nine o'clock on time. Just make sure the DJ knows to get the fuck out of the way at that time because this guy will be taking over as Master of the Ceremonies after then. A'ite? Cool, cool. Just pulling up now, cya in side man. Bye."The car turns down the long curve road into a big converted parking lot which is filled with all types of cars and people having a smoke and chilling out in the fresh air. The car goes to the other end of the car park and heads down a downward road into a private garage. The electronic door slides up and the car parks. Both men then get out and head down a long flight of stairs stopping on the second floor into the personal offices. Putting his eye to a retinal scanner, the door slides open to where he's greeted warmly by Raymond King.Raymond King: "DANNY! Man, you have no idea how awesome this is! It's fuckin' class man! This was GENIUS! The place is alive and filled with more Asian coochie then Vietnam! Yeah we're gonna' get shit-faced tonight! Come with me man!"Danny Mainer: "A'ite, let's roll!"Danny and Ray head through double-doors onto a big balcony, heavy bass shaking the walls of this former sewage plant. Spotlights flash on and all eyes are upon Danny and Ray. Stepping forward to the DJ deck he looks almost lost stepping out into the view of all the Japanese men and women as the music grinds to a halt. Though they may not all be fluent in American, they all echo the same sentiments to the man himself who's opened this club. He looks down at the throngs of people, all hot and sweaty from dancing. It's a beautifully constructed place, a bar queud up as the sake flows and the Japanese beer is guzzled down by these beautiful people. It's a marvellous sight and they're all waiting for his word. The DJ passes him a microhphone and he looks out into the crowd, changing into Japanese dialect.Danny Mainer: *In Japanese* "Hello! It's an honour to be here, thank you all for coming out! Uhh, are you liking the Slaughterhouse?"The crowd go ballistic, they cheer and scream and Mainer bows in response to their appreciation. They LOVE this place.Danny Mainer: "Alrighty then! Well, I'm not gonna' keep you here long! Alls I'll say is this! Tonight is your night to get shit-faced and wake up next to a total stranger! It's your night, I'm all available for any bored groupies and well! Enjoy yourselves! Next round is on me! Now please, give it up for guest DJ YOJI BIOMEHANIKA!!!"The crowd cheer again as the Japanese legendary DJ makes his way out and starts to play tunes, while the clubbers flock towards the bar to collect on Danny's promise relishing the opportunity to get a little more drunk for free. Danny heads back through the double doors, having worked up a sweat under that spotlight. Danny and Ray walk together through the backstage climbing up a long set of stairs. At the end of those steps is a retinal scanner door, Ray unlocks it and the two walk out onto a balcony even higher then the one Mainer just gave his speech from. However, this one is an exclusive VIP lounge. Three girls in short black dressess as well as the couple of the moment, Jake Steele and Misono are all enjoying beers as Jake is mid-way through telling a story.Jake Steele: "And den I kneed the old muthafucka in the face and dislocated his jaw! Hahaha! Bitch didn't see it coming at all! He thought it was that fat fuck Teeks and I just jumped at him and knocked his ol' white ass ou-"[/color] His speech is cut short when he notices that Mainer is there. It maybe the alcoholic stupor acting but he shouts out to him with a big huge grin on his face, pretty much in Rick James mode.Jake Steele: "WHITNESS! What's happenin' wit' ya nigga!?"Danny Mainer: "Hey dude! Enjoying yourself?"Jake Steele: "Ya damn skippy I'm havin' a good time! Place could be a little better, but fuck it I'm drunk! Where you find dis spot anyway?"Danny Mainer: "Credit given where credit is due, King found this place."Raymond King: "Yup, like Martin Luther King I had a dream to make Minato the very beating heart of Japanese culture."Danny Mainer: "With my money, his locationing and our combined brainpower you got this little place."Jake Steele: "I'm diggin' it! Even if it ain't da best, it still got enough for me! Dranks, loud music and my championship gold! I have to thank you for inviting me nigga!"Danny Mainer: "Thanks for not kicking my ass last week!"Jake Steele: "Thank Misono for dat shit! I was about to smash yo greasy ass through a popcorn machine but man, tonight we gonna party! Jake Steele style, ya dig? See who's da better man in a game I like to call... drink. YOU DOWN MAINAH!?"Danny Mainer: "Bring it the fuck on! You're going to have a badass hangover!"One of the girls pulls out a large bottle of Kirov Vodka and places it on the VIP coffee table. She unscrews the cap as another one pulls out a small briefcase of shot glasses. Mainer takes a seat the other side of the table while Steele hands his beer and title to Misono.Jake Steele: "Hold my drink, bitch."She laughs and puts the stuff to one side as both men pour their vodka ready to go. The screen fades to black as both men go for their shot glasses. After a few seconds of total blackness all that can be heard is...Jake Steele: "OH SHIT, I CAN'T FEEL MY FACE!"FADE
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 28, 2009 19:43:18 GMT -5
“POLITICAL KISS PARTY” Credit: Steve Phillips & Thunderkiss [His mother always taught him to be polite. Unfortunately for Senator Steve Phillips, Thunderkiss’ mother has long left this world. With his foot making like a battering ram, he knocks down the Senatorial Stable locker room door, just like he has done several times before. Even still, it still feels as good as the first time he did it. From within its lone occupant needs not turn around to discover the identity of the intruder. He already knows.] Senator: Well, well, that was a fast trip, a bit too fast for my liking. And just a little inquiry, does that particular method of entry ever grow tiresome? Thunderkiss *ignoring*: I just came to make one thing very clear, I had absolutely nothing to do with this. It was all Ginger’s idea, calling it some sort of “dynamic” interaction. Well, I call it stupid.Senator: Ah, so your clout is not that omnipotent after all, now is it? Thunderkiss: My clout gets “clotted” when it goes up against a money making idea by the old man. Believe me, I protested until I gave him a headache but he seems to have this delusion that putting you and I together on a team will somehow make more people tune in and in turn make the sponsors open their wallet’s wider. Hell, if you remember, he sold his own daughter out for one million dollars, though let me tell you brother, it was the best one million dollars I’ve ever spent.Senator: I can safely say that I have most certainly spent it better. Thunderkiss: Yeah, I’m sure you have. Those Washington call girls demand a high price, don’t they? Alright, look, you and I can insult each other all night Phillips so lets just cut to the chase. I see that look in your eye; I know you are up to no good. This new little mean streak you’ve so embraced may have one upped me once, but I promise you, it wont happen again. This time I have Dave ready on standby and if you so as much look at me the wrong way he’ll be coming out to set any wrongs, right. Nobody beats me at my own game. Nobody.Senator: Those blood stains on the canvas after the Capitalists and I worked you over say otherwise, but not nearly as much as the fact that you are actually admitting that I got the better of you, Thunderkiss. That is proof positive to me that you are scared, and you know it. Thunderkiss: Wipe that smug look off your face, If you don’t keep your nose clean tonight, I promise you the deal will be off and I will have you down on your knees for what you did to me and my family. I won’t waste another second, Zane or no Zane. Speaking of which, how does it feel, Phillips? How does it feel to be a dead man walking? Tick, tock. Tick, tock.Senator: I will answer that question as soon as it becomes important enough for me to care or really, when a threat coming from one as yourself is actually relevant. [Thunderkiss bottom teeth cut into his top lip and he contemplates going for the jugular, right here, right now. He wants nothing more than to remove this blight from his existence once and for all but deep down he knows it is not the right time nor the right place. One by one he will watch his kingdom crumble and in order for that to happen there will need to be some foreplay before going straight to the climax. Despite what the Senator’s mouth says, Thunderkiss knows Steve is nervous about what’s to come and the beads of sweat on his forehead is all the evidence he needs to affirm this.] Senator: And how do I know you shall not turn on me? After all, I am rather used to such occurances. Thunderkiss: Because, believe it or not, the combined hate that I share for both Jake Steele and Bollywood outweighs the contempt I have for you. Is that a good enough answer for you?Senator: Indeed it is. Fully understood. Thunderkiss: Good, because I am done looking at your stupid face. I can’t tolerate another second longer. As soon as this match is over, I am heading to Europe to knock over the first pawn and then I will be back to take care of your “mystery” bishop. Try as your might, I will find out who your go between is. It is inevitable. And when the smoke clears and the dust settles, all that will be left is you, King. Checkmate.Senator: Good, I hope you decimate Dietrich Zane and leave nothing but the bones for the dogs to gnaw upon. By the way, you might be interested in knowing the full etimology of the term "checkmate." It derives from the Persian term "shah mat," meaning "the king is dead," but seeing that there is no royalty in America, you might be misdirecting your little ser... [Thunderkiss figuratively dusts his hands off and leaves the Stable locker room before he does something he may regret. Meanwhile, Phillips can’t help but appreciate how time has eroded the dwellings that surround him, for both good and bad. While he misses the company, he certainly doesn’t miss the “parasites” who leeched off of him for years. The quiet also allows him to properly focus on the tasks at hand and tonight it helps him hit the jackpot.] Senator: So you are heading to Europe tonight, eh? Well now, that proves most interesting, does it not? [Oh you wily politician, what devious plot has your mind constructed down? One certainly no good for Thunderkiss and his interests, no doubt. Don’t touch that dial, we aren’t done yet. Not by a long shot.] [FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 28, 2009 19:43:33 GMT -5
Gate Crashing Meltdown Dan White We return to the ACW arena, and once again Dan White is still stood at ringside, with his cricket bat standing next to him. He's still waiting for the reply that he's been eager for all evening, but thus far, neither Gingerdude nor Dave Shadow have answered his request. Dan notices the camera, and taps a fake watch on his wrist, to symbolise the manner that time is running out until the end of the show. Yet as he performs this taunt, Gingerdude's Theme hits, to the jeers of the crowd. Dan turns around, and smiles broadly as he takes the microphone that he perched on the steel steps. Gingerdude remains stood on the ramp, as security guards begin to swarm behind him.Gingerdude: Cut my music! Duly done. Gingerdude does not look happy.Gingerdude: Now listen to me Dan, you have absolutely no right with what you're doing here! You're trespassing on property that you have been banned from, and that is an arrestable offense! More boos from the crowd, but Dan speaks over them.Dan White: Listen, I'm glad you're out, but where's your little Irish bum chum Dave Shadow? I'm not gonna start negotiations until he's here. Gingerdude: Dan, what you are doing is nothing more than being a little thug, a little terrorist! You are terrorising this show, and you are halting the flow and progression that all these people have tuned in to see! You've been nothing but an irritance in this company ever since you returned last year, and I would like to have thought that ACW would no longer be plagued with your filth. Unfortunately, for me, the wrestlers, and everyone watching at home, you've managed to contaminate this place still! More boos from the crowd, as Dan responds.Dan White: Whatever, Gingerdude. You're up so high on your horse that you can't even see what the people want. The people don't want to see your perfect vision of a world champion. Because in Dave Shadow you have nothing more than a mere puppet! Nobody wants to see a champion carved from your brain. Just because you fucked up being a professional wrestler!! There's cheers from the crowd, who in turn begin to taunt Ginger. And it seems like Dan touched a nerve with the whole “failed wrestler” comment, as Gingerdude turns red in the face. But he quickly responds with a rather dictatorship response.Gingerdude: You know what, Dan? You have no right being here, and you have no right speaking into our microphones! Turn his mic off! Ginger's Guide to Business #1: When you don't get your own way, throw your toys out of the pram.Dan White: ...Well Gingerdude, I guess you fucked that one up. Going red in the face even further, Ginger yells to whoever can hear him.Gingerdude: WHAT THE HELL?! YOU TURNED OFF THE WRONG MICROPHONE!!! SOMEONE TURN MY MIC ON IMMEDIATELY BEFORE SOMEONE GETS FIRED!!!*click*Gingerdude: THAT's better. Now, Dan, these men are all on my command to take you out. So good luck!! As Ginger makes his way to the back, the five security guards all make their way down the ramp, and Dan rolls his eyes. He grabs the cricket bat, and in a “bumbling sidekick” manner, the guards pretty much come at Dan one on one, which makes for easy pickings. There's cheers as Dan cracks the first one with a jab into the stomach, doubling him over, before whacking him in the back, sending him to the ground. The second security guard comes in, but he's on the floor with an almighty whack, with teeth ripping from he gums as he receives a full mouth of wood. The next two guards then charge in, and Dan manages to whack one of them in the shins, sending him to his knees with a cry. This then trips the other one up, and in a very comedic manner he falls to the ground.
The fifth guard however takes Dan by surprise, knocking him in the back. But because Dan's hand is cuffed, he doesn't fall far, and his arm is almost dislocated by the force of the knock. The guard then tries to wrestle Dan's bat away from him, and again, being cuffed proves to be Dan's downfall, as he can only use one hand to keep hold of it. Thus, he loses the tug of war pretty easily. The guard smirks, lifting the bat up. But as he drops it, Dan darts out of the way, and the bat falls hard onto the bottom rope. And it falls so hard, that it bounces up and into the guard's head, knocking him out silly. Dan has a smirk on his face, and after all, he has the right to. He's gotten one up on Gingerdude, especially as his guards managed to take themselves out, proving them utterly worthless. And as EMTs begin to emerge on the scene, Dan lifts his bat in the air, to cheers.
But this is not over yet.
Fade Out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 28, 2009 19:43:48 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Having it All? (Credit: AK)
There are many scholars and chroniclers who have attempted to record the long and arduous struggle by women throughout history to take control of their lives. It’s easy to forget that the “traditional” male-led family is a relatively recent invention; there are countless examples of women who have been fighters, intellectuals and leaders of their communities, and therefore it would be false to claim that the current generation of women are the first to have to try and juggle their personal and career ambitions with their roles as nurturers, carers, and child raisers.
Knowing that she is not the first woman by a long chalk to be torn between conflicting desires and responsibilities frankly does little to lighten Alicia Laureano’s mood. Ever since Spring Into Hell, she has been attempting to fit a proper physical training schedule into her already packed days of tending to two young children, keeping their temporary accommodation in good order, and slowly progressing her family’s attempts to plan and initiate the re-building of their former home. As she takes a minute or so to feed the family pets, her cellphone rings; she recognises the number and answers it.
Alicia: Well hello there, Ms. King.
Charlotte: Hello to you too. I don’t wish to intrude, but, where are you?
Alicia: Where am I? In the kitchen, just-
Oh, Shit. Realisation hits her like a cold face flannel.
Alicia: -Oh heavens, the interview! I completely forgot about it. I’m really sorry, Charlie, do you want me to jump in the car? I’ll put the kids in the back-
Charlotte: No, no. I totally understand. Can you do tomorrow instead?
Alicia furrows her brow.
Alicia: ......Hmm, well I guess I could meet you after I’ve had my session in the gym. I can’t miss that, I’ve only done two out of the four I’ve had booked in the last two weeks.
Charlotte: That’s not good. You definitely don’t want to start falling behind on that. Listen, why don’t we do it Monday, before the show?
Alicia: Yes, that would be better for me. Ginger’s secretary left a message this morning, telling me I’ve been booked, so I might as well get in early. I’ve still got to sort out some babysitting...
Charlotte: Can’t Victor do it?
Alicia: Victor’s insisting on coming with me, after last time.
Charlotte: That’s probably a good idea...
Charlotte seems as if she’s trying not to draw attention to herself; there is an underlying nervousness in her voice.
Alicia: Charlie... I know you’re worried that I’ve taken on too much here. I’m worried, too. I can always be honest with you; I’m struggling to manage everything that’s on my shoulders at the minute. But I’ve been in stressful situations before, and I’ve always found a way to cope. This will be the same. I just need to find my groove.
Charlotte: I know, Ali. It’s just that you’ve been up against some major headcases, but Freeman looks as if he could eclipse them all. You do know that he’s demanding a contract signing on Monday, right?
That’s news to Alicia. She frowns.
Alicia: Well, at least I won’t have to spend ages wondering if Freeman is around or not. I suppose it was only ever going to be wishful thinking that I could do my preparation in peace.
Charlotte: I’ll ask Ginger to lay on some proper security at ringside. Freeman may be dangerously unpredictable, but at least he’s only one guy.
Alicia: Yeah... Freeman never seems to be able to maintain an alliance for long. Even in the Senatorial Stable, it was as if he wouldn’t or couldn’t open up properly to his stablemates. But then, he’s always been a fringe sort of person, you know?
The heart often grows cold without the warmth of others’ kindness, she thinks to herself. She knows all too well what it is like to hover on the edges of a group, wanting to be part of it but not quite brave enough, not quite cool enough to fit. It strikes her, momentarily, that maybe she and Jason Freeman have more in common than either of them or anyone else realises...
Charlotte: That’s no excuse for his behaviour.
Alicia snaps back to the present.
Alicia: No, and trust me, if he escalates this any further, it won’t turn out well for him.
Charlotte: I don’t doubt it. Listen, I have to go – call me again at the weekend, OK?
Alicia: Sure thing. Speak to you then... bye.
Alicia puts the phone down. She continues to rest her hand on it, thinking about her situation. She remembers the performance Freeman put in at the Battle Royale, and his other notable matches; they amount to a man who is always seemingly just on the cusp of greatness. She is sure that there is a classic match there, waiting to happen.
The question is, is she the one to draw it out of him? And considering his attitude, does she want to even try?
She can hear her children stirring in their room upstairs. The faintest memory of a scent of smoke falsely triggers her heart rate to rise, and maternal feelings quickly translate to a simmering anger. It is always there, in the background, and it refuses to die out. Fuel for a devastating inferno, awaiting no more than a spark to ignite it... and Freeman is playing with fire.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 28, 2009 19:44:10 GMT -5
“WE ARE ONE” Credit: Thunderkiss & The Kiss Army [In between segments and matches, the following Omega Effect 5 hype montage plays on the Alpha Tron ... ] “You know, the thing that Thunderkiss represents the most is the attitude of not rolling over to anyone in this life. It didn’t take long for me to learn that in this crazy existence there are more hands pushing you down than helping you up. Thunderkiss can certainly attest to this; he’s gone through it his entire life. His family all but disowned him. His friends have betrayed him time and time again. His peers shunned him and didn’t give him an ounce of respect. Yet, throughout all these obstacles he has never given up. Not once. He’s never quit. A normal man would have packed it up and called it a day if they had to go through the shit that TK has had to go through. And there he stands, with a sick twisted smile on his face as if he’s asking for you to doubt him again, just so he can prove you wrong once more.”
~ Bruce Thayer Detroit, Michigan - DISAPPOINTMENT -ACW. Award Ceremony. Stage. Kevin. Charlotte. Jokes. Bad. Next presenter. Jake Cheng makes his way from sitting with the rest of the superstarts onto the stage and takes a mic from Kevin. |
[/i] Jake: I’ve been asked to present the Most Anticipated Superstar for 2007. And because I am so close to the deadline, I’ll go right to the nominees. Adrian FlamingoNick DurdenMASAKIRattlesnakeBrimstone[/td][/tr][/table] “As an opponent, the worst thing you could possibly do is tell Thunderkiss “he can’t.” Believe me, he can and most assuredly will. I’ve seen this man on his knees, just seconds away from certain defeat. Somehow, someway, he wills himself to win. How does he do it? Well, I have my suspicious but I strongly believe there is something inside his mind that refuses to accept failure; that remembers every negative comment every said against his character and skill. It fuels his rage, and in turn, carries him to victory after victory. Now I may be wrong in my assumption, but there is one thing I am certain of: there isn’t anything else like him in this business nor will there be ever again.” [/center] ~ Gene Stanley Portland, Oregon [/i][/right] - INTO REDEMPTION -ACW 2007 AWARDS SHOW: WRESTLER OF THE YEAR
[We flash back to the concert hall and the presentation now goes into “split screen” mode. There are four boxes displaying each of the present nominees: Hunter, Alicia, Thunderkiss & the Senator (BK is not here tonight). Hunter and Thunderkiss are the confident looking ones while Alicia and The Senator remain more humble. While tonight during this time it has been pretty quiet, right now it’s anything but. Those in the “fan seating” area are going ballistic cheering on for their favorite to win. Back on stage Macho halts the show for a moment to allow the fans their moment in the spotlight. As soon as the commotion dies down, he lifts the winner’s envelope up in the air and twirls it around a bit.]
“Macho Man” RDK: And the winner is -
[Macho pulls it down and cracks it open. Examining the card, he can’t help but let out a smile - a move that has everyone in the hall guessing. Luckily for them, Macho ensures the wait time is extremely minimal.]
“Macho Man” RDK: A brudah whom I checked into the Macho Motel myself, THUNDERKISS! |
“I work my ass off each and every day. Nine to five, with no health insurance, no benefits of any kind. I’ve got the mind to have good grades but I simply cannot afford college. I gotta keep a roof over my head first and food on the table. I’d get a loan but the government says I make too much money. I have yet had one politician explain to me how twenty thousand a year is too much money but I guess it’s hard to relate to someone like me when you are making millions of dollars. Yeah, my life kinda sucks but that’s just how it is. Through it all, there is one thing that helps me keep going and that’s knowing each Monday and Thursday night I can turn on the television and see someone stick it to the man.” ~Paul Criss New York, New York [/i] - KNOCKED DOWN -Thunderkiss: NO!
Maxwell McNally: BK London will not go down tonight!
A stunned Thunderkiss rolls off of BK and holds his hands to his face, wondering what he has to do next to take him down. He pulls him off the mat by his trunks and London falls back down ... showing fatigue and wear. Thunderkiss laughs at this and with little effort, pulls London back up again and whips him into the corner where he hits hard. Thunderkiss comes running in for a big shoulder tackle BUT BK STEPS OUT OF THE WAY .. AND DODGES IT LAST SECOND! Thunderkiss’ shoulder collides against the steel ring post between the 3rd and 2nd turnbuckles and he falls back in pain! London leaps on top of him for the cover .... but PUTS BOTH LEGS ON THE ROPES FOR ADDED LEVERAGE! The ref completely misses this and registers the count!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: BK Has his feet up on the ropes! HE HAS HIS FEET UP ON THE ROPES!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
HEATWAVE WINNER: BK LONDON! |
“I just enrolled in wrestling school despite several attempts of my family and friends to talk me out of it. They all say the same thing, that I’m not cut out for this, that I am setting myself up for a major disappointment. Their negativity drags me down and I’ve almost quit several times just to appease them. Every time I do so, something deep down inside of me prevents me from doing so. It’s the same part of me that dreams of someday walking down the ramp at Omega Effect, cuffing my ear to the crowd and having them scream my name in approval. Just like he does. A man by the name of Aiden Joseph once was on my position and he didn’t listen to the naysayers. Why should I?” ~ Vinnie Simmons Tampa, Florida [/i] - BUT NEVER KNOCKED OUT -Crash Lightnin *screaming*: DO IT NOW TK! DO IT NOW!
100%! 200%! 300%! 400%!500%!
Surging with unbelievable power, TK picks up Jake Cheng and tosses him over the top rope to the floor below. Still feeling the effects of the heart punch, Cheng clutches his chest trying to overcome the pain that is causing him to black out. Turning his attention to BK, TK goes to pick him up but the two time World Champion is not going to go down without a fight! Knocking TK in the face three times with a stiff right hand, London kips up but manages to leap right into a GOODNIGHT KISS! The collision of the move sends him rolling out of the ring and now just one man stands in the TK’s way - HUNTER! Having pulling himself up by the ropes, Hunter has one last ditch effort in him to win this match. Hitting the ropes and come . With his reflexes heightened, TK sees it coming and puts his boot up for a counter! Hunter runs right into the Thunderman’s hugh foot and hits the canvas rolling. Stopping right near the corner, TK looks at the top rope once again with a crazy look on his face!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: You don’t think ...
Maxwell McNally: Didn’t he learn his lesson the last time!?!
Rushing toward the corner, TK scales the turnbuckle pads a 2nd time tonight and perches himself high above the ring! Looking down at Hunter, he wastes no time pulling off what he hopes will be the final nail in the coffin - a top rope FALL FROM GLORY! The big leg of TK comes down across Hunter’s throat and with great effort and timing, TK covers him and hooks his leg back as far as he can pull it.
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“I was always bullied on by the kids at school. They would take my shit, beat me up, call me names. One day they went too far. There was about five of them and they had me surrounded; I could barely breath. One of them knocked my glasses off my face and stepped on them. My Mom had just bought them, too. We don’t have much money and I knew this would add more stress to her already stressful life. Something inside of me then snapped, just like it has in him. I was able to grab a nearby pipe and I cracked each one of them in the head until they finally ran away. I’m going to be honest, it felt good. So good in fact I hope they try it again. I’m doing being a bitch forever.” ~ Peter Vincent Atlanta, Georgia [/i] - COUNTED OUT -Dan White: This is my last chance to prove to the world, and Gingerdude, that I'm the hottest topic this place has ever seen. And I'm walking out of Manchester tonight, straight into Omega Effect V |
“I had opened up my first business, a pornography shop. I mean, everyone needs their porn, right? I was very discrete about the entire set up and it wasn’t like I was giving free balloons away to the kiddies. Unfortunately others disagreed. A local group of people petitioned to get my store removed, and when that didn’t work, they took matters into their own hands. They came into my store and trashed it. I had lost everything. My story reached the local news where apparently he saw it. Next thing I knew, I had a check in my hands from Thunderkiss that paid for everything. Not only that, he provided reward money for whomever was responsible for the damages. Believe it or not, they were turned in and currently sit in jail. Without his help, I would probably be collecting unemployment right now.” ~ Tommy Carr San Diego, California - BY EVERYONE BUT HIMSELF - ...but in his near-collapsed state, Dan has made one crucial mistake. He has sent TK into the ropes on the far side from the announce desk, and TK can see what is happening on the enormous Alphaton, right in front of him. As he meets the ropes, he turns... and hooks them with his arms, arresting his motion. He lets his legs splay, and his weight pulls the top rope downward.
Dan skims the lowered rope; his own weight means that he loses altitude quickly, and he flails for a grip, tenacious to the very last. But he hasn’t the strength left to make it count, and with the rope lowered anyway, his feet scuff the mat for a moment before he drops.
The bell rings, and it’s all over bar the shouting, which there is certain to be a lot of; the crowd is utterly apoplectic with disbelief and rage...
Phillip: Dan White has been eliminated, which means that the winner of the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale is – THUNDERKISS! |
[/td][/tr][/table] Bruce Thayer: We are - Gene Stanley: We are - Paul Criss: We are - Vinnie Simmons: We are - Peter Vincent: We are - Tommy Carr: We are the Kiss Army. Thunderkiss: And we are ONE.[FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 28, 2009 19:44:34 GMT -5
Segment: Getting Inside The Mind of the Steelers, pt. 3 Credit: Road Steelers
In a continuation from last week, we are in the same room as before with the same situation. This time however, Davey and Andrew are also in the room as well. Train is still absent from the meeting. Kevin now sits with three members of the group. He takes a sip of his mug and clears his throat again. He turns his attention to Steele.
Kevin: I guess we will start the next part of this. Now, I want to begin with our tag team champions, Davey Dickinson and Andrew Starr. Now you guys were pretty much given the belts by Jake and Lee. Have you gotten any slack for being awarded the titles?
Andrew: You know, Kevin, I'm sure we have. But it wasn't our idea. Jake Steele and Lee Homicide believed in us, and decided that since they have such busy schedules, we would be the best two people to hold these Tag Championships, and we do plan to prove ourselves to everybody. I'll be the first to admit it, we had somewhat of a easy first defense at Spring Into Hell, but that's what you call a warm-up. Last Monday, we defeated Rawt and Jonny Spade, and mind you... Rawt is undefeated in singles competition. That's impressive if I've ever seen impressive. And we beat him, plain and simple.
Davey: Yeah, dude, we like... beat Rawt easily. And we'll beat anyone else, because we fly high bra, seriously man we fly so high. We fly so high, that at Omega Effect V, we're doing an Open Challenge, and anybody who wants to step up to the plate can do just that. We're ready bra. Bring it on and stuff, haha.
Kevin: Very interesting. Jake Steele, you and Train have been having some problems recently, care to comment?
Jake Steele: Well Kevin I--
Suddenly, the door bursts open and in walks Thunder Train. He looks better and more calm now. He pulls up a chair and sits next to his comrades. However, before he can actually sit, Jake Steele jumps up.
Jake Steele: Yo Train. What da hell was dat man? Dat right there was bullshit, I didn't even do anything .
Thunder Train: I think you know what this is about, but hey, this isn't the time or place for this type of thing. So, Kevin, please continue.
Kevin: Well I was just asking Jake about the problems you two have been having.
Thunder Train: You know what, I can tell you what the problem is, the problem is that...I'm just not in the right mindset right now. It has nothing to do with Steele or Davey or Andrew or Lee or anyone else. A lot of shit has happened recently in case you haven't noticed. So, my head isn't in the right place.
Jake Steele: Yo dumbass head is neva' in da right place. I'm beginning to think I can't trust yo bitch ass Train.
Andrew Starr: Now hold up guys, this isn't the way we should be talking.
Thunder Train: Hey, I've already explained my reasons for being like this. And if you can't accept that, then maybe I should leave.
Kevin: Whoa Train, I think you need to calm down.
Jake Steele: Shut up idiot or else Train will cripple you again.
Thunder Train: You're fucking right I will. Remember when I broke your back? That was fun.
Kevin: No...no it wasn't
Thunder Train: Maybe not for you, but for everyone at home, they loved it! They sent me fan mail talking about how great that was.
Kevin: ......
Jake Steele: Or how about da time we caught Kevin makin' out with dat dude.
Kevin: HEY! THAT WAS ON THE TOUR AND I WAS DRUNK
Jake Steele: Oh damn... I was joking dawg. But I guess dat's true. Kevin likes da boys!
Davey Dickinson: I like weed.
Thunder Train: I wonder what the dude's name was.
Jake Steele: JASON FREEMAN! HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Davey Dickinson: HAHAHHAHAHAHA
Andrew Starr: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Thunder Train: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Kevin: You guys are assholes, can we hurry up and finish this?
Jake Steele: Fine, what do you want to know?
Kevin: Why are you guys some of the biggest fan favorites here with all the things that you do?
Thunder Train: I think its because of the way we are. Outside the ring or inside the ring, the fans know they are going to get something that will make them laugh, cry or love.
Jake Steele: Our group consists of some of da greatest wrestlers in dis industry today, of course da fans are gonna watch us. Do we get our laughs at da expense of others? Yes, but someone's gotta do it man. Oh by the way Kevin, yo' fly is undone.
Kevin looks down.
Jake Steele: OH MAN HE LOOKED HAHAHHAHAHAH!
Andrew Starr: HAHAHAHAHAH
Davey Dickinson: HAHAHHAHAHA
Thunder Train: HAHAHHAHAHAHA!
Kevin, embarrassed, gets up and runs out the door like a little girl. The Steelers laugh even harder at that and are as one once again. Even though they never really were not one...whatever...the point is, everyone is happy now!
....For now....
Fade.
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