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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2009 16:05:10 GMT -5
Monday Night Warfare 1st June 2009
ACW Fifth Anniversary Show
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STEEL CAGE MATCH Andrew Black vs. LyCos
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BATTLE OF THE COLOSSI Thunder Train vs. Hitman of the Gods
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"BACK TO THE FUTURE" EIGHT MAN TAG TEAM MATCH Andrew Starr, Jonny Spade, Rena, and Gooey Garth vs. Chris Phenomenal, Lee Homicide, Danny Mainer, and Jason Freeman
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ASTONISHINGLY ATOMIC (aka No DQ) MATCH Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune vs. "Astonishing" Adrian Flamingo
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PRISON BREAK MATCH Thunderkiss vs. Sarin
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STEEL CHAIR SYMPHONY Dan White vs. Dave Shadow
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ACW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP TABLES, LADDERS, AND CHAIRS MATCH Jake Steele(c) vs. Hollywood Mach
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2009 16:05:42 GMT -5
Five years. A lot can happen in five years.
People move from school to college, from college to work, from work to... more stressful work. They mature and grow.
While they’re doing this, sometimes they find time to watch a little wrestling.
As Chairman Gingerdude watches the crowd arriving for ACW’s anniversary show, he reflects on all that he and his diverse roster have achieved. He can’t see the smiles on the faces of his audience, but he knows they’re there.
It’s the reason he got into the business, and the reason he’s in it still.
Tonight, he knows that the ACW roster will do what they do best. There will be surprirses, shocks, laughs, maybe even a few tears. What matters is the shared experience.
He hopes that the ACW faithful will go on sharing those experiences for a long time to come....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2009 16:06:02 GMT -5
Segment: Cross Continental Conversation (Credit: TK, Senator)
As the show opens, a pre-taped Senator Steve Phillips is seen in his ACW office, and pushes a few buttons on a remote switch.
The Senator: Hmm, I left a message on the disk to bring it, so this had better work…ah, there we go.
The plasma screen flashes on in the room, with a video feed showing up on the screen, displaying none other than the Worldbreaker himself, Thunderkiss, live from Dublin, Ireland.
Senator: Greetings and salutations, I trust that your directions and schematics are helpful enough? - - - Thunderkiss(a few seconds later): About as helpful as you interrupting my porn downloads on this here gadget. Next time I’ll just use Google Maps. - - - Senator: Do you ever take anything seriously? Hypothetical question, there, anyway, I want you to know that you have my full support here, so long as you stick to plan. - - - Thunderkiss: Just like Zane, am I right? Am I right? - - - Senator: I did not hire Zane! - - - Thunderkiss: No, you hired a man who hired a man. Same difference. - - - Senator: This is beyond annoying. Now, back to the plan, I take it you found the weak spot in the structure. Getting in will be difficult, at least without being detected, but I pointed out several spots where it could be possible, you should be happy to know that I know a few ex-military contractors who did the groundwork here, everything is solid. - - - Thunderkiss: Gee, thanks, Steve. However, I think walking through the front door will be just as effective. - - - Senator: You imbecile, you will be thrown out on your steroid-injected backside! - - - Thunderkiss: You’ve been reading too much about Watergate, Phillips. This ain’t a hotel and you’re not Nixon. There is a thing called visiting hours, you know. Now please kindly get the hell off my screen, I’m sick of seeing your face. No amount of “help” you give me is going to change my mind about snapping your spine so spare me your “kindness.” I just got a message saying that I’m cleared for a little visiting time, I’m outta’ here. - - - Senator: My spine will be quite intact upon your return, and…oh. Well, either way, the words would fall upon deaf ears.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2009 16:06:20 GMT -5
Segment: Growing Pains Credit: Jake Steele It’s Monday Morning. June 1st, 2009. Today isn’t any other Monday, it’s one highly regarded amongst the ACW community, the fans, and even those on the roster… it’s the fifth Anniversary of Alpha Championship Wrestling, and the card is stacked to the roof. You would think with all of the energy and hostility built up between the opponents tonight, this would be an PPV, but it’s not. It’s possibly the biggest pit-stop before Omega Effect V. Those involved in matches tonight have promised to the fans and themselves a victory, and an impactful one at that. But can they really succeed at pulling those promises off? Past meets Present. Old enemies come face to face once again. And the biggest feuds come to a crashing halt. Predictability is not a concern for tonight’s festivities, though chaos… is a promise.
This scene doesn’t open up to anyone, but one man. Jake Steele. He doesn’t have anyone in his room, no Misono, no Road Steelers, just himself. It’s a few hours before the show, and usually at this point in time our champion would be in training mode, and even though he knows he has a major defense coming up, all he can do is just stare in the mirror. For whatever reason, shirtless, towel around his waist and water still dripping down his abs from a brief cold shower, he stares into his own soul. His eyes are completely fixated upon his own reflection, as if he is looking for something within himself.
Jake Steele… Jake Steele… look at me…
As if a voice was calling out to him, he looks into his eyes and they tell himself a story, of his entire ACW career. From day one, The Maine Event, back when he just wanted to be noticed. His first title shot, and at the same time the first time he ever failed to capture one. His first feud, rival, and his first betrayal of his friends. He let the attention he wanted, and was beginning to get, get the best of him and he began to lead a life of greed. Pure greed, and the high he received based off of crowd reaction alone. More enemies began to fall in his path, six of them at once coming at him with intentions to destroy. Though he fought through and showed he could last with the top dogs in the federation, and soon he saw himself with two title shots in the matter of one show. Failing to capture one, while succeeding to obtain the other gave Jake Steele his first true chance to look at who he was, where he was and what he was doing. He began to slide back in his ways of greed despite other obligations, and soon he saw himself with two titles around his waist and his own throne built upon his success. He was truly the King of Alpha Championship Wrestling, and there was no other option but for him to try his best to keep it that way. True allies were behind him, fighting with him through thick and thin… but not for long. Soon his allies became his enemies, people he wanted to trust shattered his respect for them and soon Jake Steele had another chance to look at himself in that mirror. He saw a man who had something to fight for, and people outside of his own click that wanted to see him succeed as well. That is when Jake Steele became a man of the people, a man with a plan, a man who fought for the good against evil… a hero to people everywhere. And very soon after he would see himself finally, at the top of that mountain, as World Heavyweight Champion.
Remember me… I’m your nightmare…
That voice returns to him as his flashback comes to an end. Maybe it’s just his mind playing tricks on him. Steele turns away from the mirror for a moment, looking down at the floor as he wipes the palm of his hand over his head, blowing out a sigh. He turns back to the sink and the mirror, putting his hands on the counter and continuing his cold glare upon himself. It’s then when he suddenly begins to remember the deep words of a man people once called insane…FSX: Not exactly...You see, I've been watching you for the past few months...In fact, you could say I've been watching you for your entire ACW tenure. I've seen you start out jumpy, yet manage to obtain success due to the company you kept. I've seen you do everything you can to better yourselves, and at times do absolutely nothing at all to deserve your place. I've watched you bloom into the star you are today, but gain no maturity in the process. In a sense, what I'm trying to say is that you’re crippled mentally. You act like a child because, quite frankly, you’re nothing more than one. You have no emotional integrity, and lack an understanding of what your place in this company means right now. You don't understand why ACW needs you, or what they need of you. That you’re their hero right now, and you need to remain their hero.
Steele: No emotion? No integrity? Bullshit! Dat's a bunch of bullshit! I'm a grown ass man, I'm mature... and these people love me! I'm great to these people!
FSX: Actually, it's quite the opposite. You are what many would deem a 'Joke Champion'. I don't mean this in the sense that you didn't deserve the title you obtained, but you don't utilize it correctly...You see, it's generally acceptable that the man with the title has a sense of responsibility. That means that they can be the person they truly are, but they have to understand what they mean in the grand scheme. You, in turn, don't. So, noticing that, I've decided to force you into manhood. You would of made it there eventually without my help, no doubt, but this will speed up the process. I'm going to make you into something admirable, before you become a selfish brat and the company takes a nosedive due to the lack of a compelling World Champion.
Steele: ... You know what? Fuck you. You tryna be some type of hero, some type of caped crusader who's gon' show me da light? Fuck! You! |
[/I][/COLOR][/td][/tr][/table] You should have listened... Now it's too late... As he stares, remembering that day and his feelings towards FSX at that moment… disrespect, belittlement, disgraced, hurt. Deny it all he wanted, deep down inside, Jake Steele knew that what Fallen Souls said to him was all true. All of it. Every… last… detail. He was World Champion, sure, but he wasn’t the man everyone sees him as. And to this day, he still isn’t. Call it a sudden occurrence, call it an epiphany, call it whatever you want. Jake Steele has just realized what he needs to do to truly be considered as the greatest to walk through the halls of ACW. He needs to… grow up.
Steele takes a step back away from the mirror, and he stands up to take a glimpse at his full body. He nods to himself and only himself, the air cleared through his soul. He smirks almost a devilish smirk… until an image in the mirror wipes the smirk straight off of his face.
Thunderkiss.
Jake Steele quickly turns back to punch the God of Thunder, but as he does nobody is there. It was just his imagination. The punch through the air caused him to stumble up and hit the wall. His knuckles bounce off of the sheet rock wall and it leaves a dent, causing Steele to blurt out an obscenity. He knows Thunderkiss is in his head, and he doesn’t like it. Not one bit. So he turns to the mirror.FUCK YOU! The glass shatters… seven years of bad luck has begun, if you believe in that sort of thing. But right now, Steele doesn’t give a fuck about luck, he wants Thunderkiss gone from his life, and he knows who he has to hurt, and what he has to do to achieve that status. He watches the blood from his knuckles drip down the back of his hand, before he turns on the sink and lets the cold water run over the wound. He sees the cut he made from it, and he smiles, before closing the door in the bathroom shut.
See you in a few hours…
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2009 16:07:05 GMT -5
100,000 Problems and Gooner is One! Jack Jefferson
Chairman Gingerdude’s office is an infamous place. The legends of the deals that have been struck on the very desk Gingerdude sits are mindboggling. Countless people have been suspended, fired and reprimanded in this very room and just as many have come storming in to shout the odds and let their point be heard. Rarely does a show go by without something significant happening in Gingerdude’s office and today is going to be no different. It’s the Anniversary Show after all, so more fascinating events will probably unfold in here than usual.
At this very moment Gingerdude is sat back in his chair with a mountain of paperwork stacked up in front of him. Currently, though, he’s ignoring it and he seems in his own world – probably thinking up schemes and whatnot. It doesn’t really matter what he’s thinking about anyway because a couple of sharp raps on the door put pay to any thought train he was riding on and bring him back to the here and now.
Gingerdude: Come in!
The door swings open and Jack Jefferson struts in, the scowl on his face tells a story in itself – he most likely isn’t here of his own accord and he is undoubtedly going to be in some kind of trouble. Before Ginger has a chance to offer Jefferson a seat it’s already been taken and being lounged in.
Gingerdude: Ah Mr. Jefferson, better late than never I suppose.
Jefferson: What?
Gingerdude: Don’t play dumb with me, it won’t work. You were told to report to my office before the start of the show and clearly the show’s already underway.
Jefferson: Hardly the end of the fucking world is it?
Gingerdude: Less of the rudeness! When I give out orders I expect them to be followed, to the letter.
Jefferson: Yeah, yeah, yeah! Just get on with it.
Gingerdude: With pleasure. Now, last week you called out Gooner for a match and the proceeded to attack him with a crowbar, shattering his radius muscle and giving him a hairline fracture in his ulna. That was enough for you though, was it? Oh no! You had to cause a massive laceration on his forehead, it took 26 stitches to sew his head back together for God’s sake!
Jefferson: ...I don’t quite get your point.
Gingerdude: My point?! My point is that you brutally assaulted Gooner and it’s not acceptable! Christ sake, he’s not even contracted to be an in-ring competitor!
Jefferson: Shouldn’t have tried to answer my challenge then should he? If you ask me I did you a favour by putting that fucking retard out of action.
Gingerdude: Well I tend to disagreed, I’m having to pay his hospital bills and it’s very expensive! So, do you what’s going to happen?
Jefferson: Enlighten me.
Gingerdude: You’re going to pay for it, to the tune of $100,000 and...
Jefferson: No.
Gingerdude: ...as I was saying before you interrupted me – and if you refuse then you’ll be suspended for 3 months, without pay.
Jefferson: I’m still not paying it. I don’t have any dollars to pay it with in fact. Good ol’ pounds sterling on the other hand...I got quite a lot of those!
Gingerdude: You’ve got to be kidding me...
Jefferson: You’d think so, but alas no.
Gingerdude: *sighing* Fine...
He pressed a button on the intercom on his desk.
Gingerdude: ...will you do me a favour? Convert $100,000 into Pounds Sterling.
Secretary: Will do, sir.
There is a short pause as the secretary completes Gingerdude’s request. Neither man says anything but simply stare at each other. This is soon interrupted by the intercom buzzing back on.
Secretary: $100,000 converts to approximately £60,960 sir.
At this point Jefferson already has his cheque book out, scribbling down the amount of his fine. He stands up and nonchalantly tosses the cheque onto Ginger’s desk.
Jefferson: Call it 60k.
Before Ginger has a change to respond Jefferson has already walked out. Ginger facepalms, exhaling deeply. He doesn’t have an easy job and everyone lately seems to be out to give him a hard time.
Fade to Black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2009 16:08:40 GMT -5
One by One, the Penguins Steal my Sanity Dan White We're rolling through the Anniversary Show, and for most people it is a sign of celebration. Five years in the making, and ACW is stronger than it has ever been. It's great for everybody involved, right?
Well, the scene opens to the site of an Aston Martin DB9 pulling up in the carpark. The more eagle-eyed viewer will recall whose car it is, but to those not in the know, there is a pleasant surprise as “The Welsh Dragon” Dan White walks out in his street clothes, grabbing his gym bag from the passenger's seat. It's been advertised as his final swan song in ACW, and he appears in an extraordinarily solemn mood. One may assume that the Welshman was here for revenge over Dave Shadow, and nothing more. But even for a former football hooligan like Dan, there are still plenty of sentiments and emotion tied in with this company. And he takes a deep breath as he takes a look at the parking lot, before shutting the door.
And as he does so, he is “rewarded” with the presence of Kevin Anderson, ACW's interviewer.Kevin: Dan! It's five years in the making. And this could be your final match in ACW. How- Dan interrupts him, pulling the microphone away from Kevin's mouth, giving him a stern stare.Dan White: Listen, mate. I know what today means and you know it as well. And you've just ruined what could and should have been a really emotional setup that I had going here. Did you take a look in the hallway before you came in here? Kevin: Well yes bu- Dan White: Yes? Well did you notice the people that were all lined up there? Kevin: ...Ye- Dan interrupts him again.Dan White: Oi, don't “yes” me. Cowardly nod and stay silent. You got that? Kevin cautiously looks into Dan's menacing eyes, before nodding.Dan White: Good. Well all those people were there cos I was gonna walk through the locker room, everyone slowly applauding and making it a really fucking emotional moment, and then I would open my locker room door, sit down, take a big deep breath, and pull out my wrestling gear. But guess what, Kevin. You've managed to fuck that up. That cost me a lot of money on the phone asking people to come out and do this for me. A lot of money, Kevin. Do you have a lot of money? Again, cautiously, Kevin shakes his head, to which annoys Dan. He stretches out, grabbing Kevin's head, thus halting his shake.Dan White: Oi, mate. I said NOD when I tell you to. Not shake. But yes, you do have very little money. Because you don't do a very good job, do you. You are on a little wage because you don't suck up to Gingerdude like the rest of us do. Although I'm sure you would if you had the chance, because you love sucking up to people, don't you? Kevin nods, to Dan's mock delight.Dan White: Oh how lovely! You managed to file out a simple instruction. But yes, you would suck up to Gingerdude, because you're a suck up. I mean Jesus Christ, man. You're allowing me to make a complete mockery of yourself. Dan rolls his eyes, as he walks past Kevin.Dan White: Now if you excuse me, I have a match to prepare for. You've ruined EVERYTHING! Dan walks by, leaving Kevin feeling rather humiliated and upset. But on the bright side, at least Dan will never have to deal with Kevin ever again. Or should that be the other way around?
Hmm....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2009 16:09:36 GMT -5
”The Number 2 Entrant...” Credit: Danny Mainer ”Ginger's Theme” hits and as is to be expected, he marches out of the curtains alone and without any security officials to back him up. He strolls down the ramp casually ignoring the fans who heckle him for his Zero Tolerance connections. He obviously has a point to make so heads straight down to the ring. Climbing on the apron and wiping his feet before climbing through the second rope he grins at the camera devillishly because he knows he's a good looking man in his sharp suit and fancy Spats. Finally, Ginger takes centre stage and addresses the audience formally.Chairman Gingerdude: “Now now, settle down. We've got a long night ahead of us and plenty of action for you to cheer for. Right now, I have business to attend to. At Spring into Hell I promised Danny Mainer he could have a title shot opportunity at Omega Effect in the confines of a multi-man ladder match and he promised me he'd pick the finest combatants. However, time rolls along and he made absolutely no presence at last week's show. So, I'd like to call Mainer out and talk to him about how I'm going to suitably punish his tardiness.” McNally: “Wait, what? Danny's getting punished? Surely he has good reasons.” Edison: “I don't call Japanese prostitutes a good reason but hey, bring him on out here I wanna know what his punishment is!” Chairman Gingerdude: “Come on Dan, don't be shy!” ”Hash Pipe” by Weezer hits the speakers and if it weren't for Danny Mainer's titan-tron they'd be completely clueless as to who it is. They go ballistic for the ACW upper-midcarder as he stands out of the curtain carrying his clipboard under his left arm and a microphone in his right hand.Danny Mainer: ”Uhh, Ginger I'm kinda' busy right now. What is it?”Chairman Gingerdude: “Busy? Busy with that Dan?” Danny Mainer: ”Enjoying my night off? Fuck man what do you think I'm doing, my tax returns? I'm having a little shindig with some friends. Not that it's any of your business mind.”Chairman Gingerdude: “As your employer, I think what you do in the workplace IS my business thank you very bloody kindly!” Danny Mainer: ”What do you mean, the work place? I was outside in my van thanks. I wasn't paying attention to what you were saying, some intern just came up and said “Hey Mainer, Ginge wants you outside.” so I came running. What is it? What do you want?”Chairman Gingerdude: “Let's think, you completely disappeared last Thursday and didn't even bother to turn up for anything but your match and we're on the third show towards Omega Effect and you're the only announced competitor so far because you've been slacking on your picking process. Why do you think I want you out here?” Danny Mainer: ”To give me special cuddles in your office of love?”Ginger just shakes his head, somewhat disappointed with his ex-International Champion.Chairman Gingerdude: “Dan, you know that as much as I adore your somewhat perverted optimism I have to say you're dead wrong Mr. Mainer. Punishment is due and-” A disturbance in the force? Yes, storming out of the curtains behind Mainer in a thinly draped towel is some random woman who looks very frustrated and seems to have no idea where she actually is. She starts to shout at Danny who turns to see her. They have a loud and aggressive argument which leads to him in turn saying where they actually are and that she's wearing next to nothing on national television. She then afterwards walks off embarassed as the crowd are A) in awe of what just happened, B) delighted at seeing a hot Japanese girl wearing nothing and C) stumped that it managed to hush Ginger.Danny Mainer: ”You were saying?”Chairman Gingerdude: “Punishment is due! So, in order to speed up the process I am ruling that I am allowed to choose a competitor because the contract says six people are supposed to be in that match and so far there's only one. Dan, are you ready to meet your maker? I may hate EVERYTHING that he stands for... but I hate your BS more! COME ON OUT!” ”Come Original” by 311 hits and the crowd rocket to their feet in recognition and appreciation for The King himself, 133 Homicide. Lee steps out of the curtain in full street clothes. Danny, is NOT a happy bunny.Danny Mainer: ”What the fuck?! You want to punish my ass by tarnishing the quality of the match? Way to go Ginger, way to fucking go! This match was supposed to be about buyrates and money, now that you've added this pretender into the mix watch them fucking plummet!”Lee: Step off gee! I'ma cut you in that ladder match and make you unrecognizable to your own family! I’m the only one with the balls to tell you this, so you betta listen closely ‘cause I don’t stutter, and I never repeat myself. You wanna step into the ring with me? That’s your one-way ticket to the rest of your life as asparagus. You’re only one D.U.D. away from being separated from what little mental function you got left clattering around in that skull of yours. You see, the general who wins the battle makes many calculations in his temple before the battle is fought. The general who loses makes but few calculations beforehand, and you, by underestimating me is doing just that. Innovation is what distinguishes a leader from a follower, and I AM the MASTER of innovation. I am the Lord of all that is Impossible. You are just a footnote, a has-been that no one will remember. At Omega Effect, you will step into the ring with the devil himself, and I shall greet you with a smile at the great pearly gates. For the moon has eclipsed the sun, and as I stand above with the morbid demons, the essence of evil, I shall unleash unmatched, unequalled fury, once again, as I make ACW my playing ground, and reign FOREVERMORE. Danny, meet the reaper himself. Learn his name: itzLEEyuhBITCH! [/size][/font][/center] Danny Mainer: ”Oh yeah, like you did at Fallen Heroes when you dumped my ass over the top rope? OH WAIT, THAT'S RIGHT, YOU DIDN'T. I DID IT TO YOU! HA-HUR-HE. HAAAA. HAAAA. Jesus Christ.”Chairman Gingerdude: “Boys, settle down. Yes, this was about buyrates Danny and quite frankly whether I like him or not is irrelevant... I mean-” Lee: Cut the formalities, Gingie boy. Do a favor for the most loyal fans in all of pro wrestling and let them decide the fate of this grease monkey. Folks, if you wanna see Lee Homicide make Danny Mainer the Marvin Nash to his Mr. Blonde... STAND UUUUUUP! [/center][/color][/font] On cue and alert, the crowd rocket to their feet and cheer like maniacs causing a gleeful expression to spread across Lee's face. He spreads his arms and throws them up encouraging the crowd to scream louder and louder, the sound of the young hot girls permanently ruining anybody's hearing in the local vicinity. The crowd are eating right out of Lee's hand, so desperately Mainer tries to salvage the situation. Wiping his hair out of his eyes and holding it tightly in his hands due to stress he glares at Ginger bewildered.Danny Mainer: ”Ginger, please, the game is up. Tell me this is a joke. This isn't funny Ginge, come on, who's the REAL competitor you've got in here? Is it Dave Shadow? Yeah it MUST BE Dave Shadow. Your golden boy Thunderkiss is in the main event and Dave is... facing Train. FUCK! Who is it Ginge? Come on!”Chairman Gingerdude: “I'm not kidding around Mainer, Lee will be in that match. I don't see what the problem is, you're not scared of him are you?” Danny is livid at these accusations, Lee just scoffs at him.Danny Mainer: ”Uhh, fuck no? I'm more afraid of a Methodist priest then I am him!”Chairman Gingerdude: “Then put his name on the contract.” Danny hastily scribbles “Lee Homicide” onto the Crucible clipboard and waves it around for the camera to see the signature clearly.Danny Mainer: ”Are you happy now? Can I go? I was in the middle of having sex thank you kindly!”Chairman Gingerdude: “Oh, charming. Yeah, go on. Get out.” Danny Mainer: ”Alright, bye!”Danny storms off, leaving Ginger standing centre of the ring while Lee is just laughing at how seriously Mainer has taken this whole discussion as “Come Original” hits again. Lee heads backstage as the screen turns to black.FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2009 16:10:49 GMT -5
Book 1: D-Town Chapter 7: A Not So Happy Birthday Credit: Andrew Black [/i][/center] August 23rd 2008The day is finally here: I am an adult. Eighteen years old. The crew has gathered at Chill Will’s mom’s house, down in the bat cave of a basement. We all site around, just chilling, laughing our asses off as Even Tommy looks happy, what happened at the house earlier.
Which brings me to the most important gift I have gotten. In the pocket of my oversized hoodie, I play ever so slightly with a rectangular piece of paper. My birthday present to myself. A bus ticket leaving August 24th at eight o’clock in the morning. Detroit to Chicago. I’m getting out and I’m excited. Unfortunately, the rest of my family was not happy…
Tommy knew, we talked about it all the time and I kept him up to date with that whole situation. My Dad on the other hand, didn’t expect it. I left it out on the table as I changed, forgetting he was home. Tommy wasn’t home to help me hide it so he found it and got angry as usual. Ronald Black: What is this? It’s….it’s a bus ticket.Ronald Black: Where you going? Chicago.Ronald Black: To see your fucking cousins? No.Ronald Black: Well, then what the fuck is in Chicago? I’m leaving. I’m done with Detroit. I’m done with this trailer. I’m done with you and the shit you cause.Ronald Black: Excuse me? You heard me Dad. I am leaving tomorrow. After tonight, it is just going to be you and Tommy living here.Ronald Black: What!? You can’t leave me with that kid. He...he… Yeah, I know. You are going to have to just live with it. Hell, just stay out of his hair and he’ll stay out of yours. All he wants is to come home from school and not get the shit kicked out of him. Can you do that? As his father, can you do that? Usually, talking that way to my dad doesn’t work. Today was different. I saw things click. And for the first time in a long time, my dad and I hugged. He wished me lucked with whatever I did and that I’m welcome back if things go south. I thanked him and he left. It was nice. It felt nice. It- Big P: So Black, we wanted to get you something for your birthday. Chill: P wanted to get you a stripper. Big P: Word. Chill: But we didn’t have the case. Big P: But we did some talkin’. So happy birthday man. HEY, COME ON DOWN! The basement door opens and down walks a girl with decent size heels. As she walks further down the stairs, I see short but still slender legs coming out of a short skirt. By this time, I already know its Nicole walking down the stairs, a white wife beater completing her ensemble. And in her hands, a chocolate cake with one candle in the middle. I smile and she gets closer I am about to stand up and blow out my candle, but instead she straddles me, even in her skirt. I grab onto the skirt so it doesn’t ride up and blow out the candle. We kiss and the guys start hooting and hollering. I’m glad to see her being accepted as part of the group, even if she is still dating Present in the public’s eye.
She gets off and starts to cut the cake and I go around a thank all the guys. We all have our own handshake so I go around thanking each one of them before I give my brother a big hug that means so much more than the secret good byes I have with others. As I reach into my pocket to feel the ticket to freedom, I wonder if I am making the right decision not tell- Nicole: What’s this? My hand is in my pocket, but there is no ticket. Instead, Nicole picks it up off the floor. Tommy gets this ‘oh shit’ look on his and I’ll assume I have it too. The other guys gather around. She scans over the paper before looking at me. Her eyes have already watered up. Fuck. Without saying a word she walks up to me, gives me the ticket and walks back up the steps from where she came. I don’t turn to face the rest of the crew out of shame. Tommy: Andrew, just tell them. Chill: Tell us what? Jamol: Yeah, tell us what! Without turning around, I sigh and hold the bus ticket above my head. I’m leaving tomorrow morning. For Chicago.Silence. I turn around to look the other guys in the face. I go down the line and after looking each one in the eye, they nod. They understand; they have heard me talk about leaving before. I’m sorry for not telling you guys sooner. I mean, you guys know I don’t talk a lot. I just didn’t want the extra attention. I didn’t want the goodbyes.More silence. They gather their thoughts and Big P speaks up first. Big P: Nah man, I understand. You have a chance to get out. Chill: It make sense to me. I’m not upset with you. You didn’t want to make it a big deal. Make sense. Jamol takes a step towards me before he starts to talk. Jamol: We cool. All of us. You are always invited back here. You are our Black Knight. Thanks man.Big P: But you and Nicole aren’t cool. You probably should fix that. Yeah. Probably. You guys are the best. And you better save me some fucking cake.We all laugh and I start my chase, up the basement stairs and out of the Chill Will household. Hopefully it’s not too late.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2009 16:11:05 GMT -5
Breaking Point [/color] Credit: VorteX [/center] We once again fade into the ACW arena, which is packed with fans as usual. The camera pans around the audience, displaying various fans some jumping up and down and others are holding signs. This activity comes to a halt as “Out of the Ashes” hits and Vortex emerges from the backstage area. As Vortex walks to the ring, he looks very focused, seemingly not paying attention to anything around him. Vortex slides into the ring, walks over to the side, and grabs a microphone.Vortex: Stay a while…and listen. The crowd cheers, noting a hint of frustration in Vortex’s voice. The overall intensity in the arena seems to have picked up, and the buzz of the crowd becomes louder with every passing moment.Vortex: As you all have witnessed for the past few weeks, I have had a proverbial mosquito on my arm, and his name is The Reprobate. At the mention of the name the arena is filled with a chorus of boos, the attacks on Vortex over the past two weeks have not gone unnoticed by the fans. Vortex: The fact that The Reprobate hides behind his lackeys is utterly appalling. I am starting to begin thinking he is afraid to fight me. An eruption of sound emerges from the crowd, and a “Hide Rep, Hide” chant begins. Vortex smirks a little at this chant; for once again, the fans prove that they notice everything.Vortex: Since The Reprobate wishes to hide behind his wall of morons, it seems I am going to have to tear them down one by one. Only after none of them are left standing will I truly get to the root of the problem. First up, Stan Vishis. Another chorus of boos fill the arena, and a pair of raucous fans start fighting each other, one wearing a “Stan Vishis” t-shirt and another in a “Stay a while…” hoodie. The fight is quickly broken up by security and Vortex continues speaking.Vortex: Stan, what started this whole ordeal is ignorance. For some reason you think you can go around attacking anyone who gets in your way, with little or no consequence. This time Stan, you have attacked the wrong person too many times. No more sneak attacks, and no more playing around. I want you down here right now, to settle this once and for all! Vortex drops the microphone and walks over to the side of the ring, waiting for Stan to appear. The atmosphere is tense, and the crowd is buzzing waiting for a confrontation. “Black Republican” hits and the sound in the arena grows by a few decibels, the fans fully expecting another sneak attack from Stan.
Vortex is aware of this also and looks around the ring, making sure that he isn’t attacked from behind with another blunt object. The music continues to play for a while longer before cutting off. Once again, the arena is filled with boos and small chants here or there in protest of Stan’s “no show”. Vortex: You’re wearing my patience thin Stan. Much like The Reprobate, you can only run and hide for so much longer before I find you. Without saying another word, Vortex drops the microphone, which emits a large popping sound as it bounces around the canvas. Vortex rolls out of the ring and walks up to the backstage area amidst a barrage of cheers.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2009 16:11:27 GMT -5
You Play With Fire...You Know the Rest Jack Jefferson
Charlotte King is roaming the halls backstage, looking for her latest snippet of juicy information. The clicking of her heels on the floor is a noise that is heard a lot backstage in ACW as she is constantly on the move, looking to snare her next interviewee. Up ahead is Jack Jefferson, if Charlotte is nervous about talking to him after the way he spoke to her last week she sure doesn’t show it.
Charlotte: Jack!
Jefferson stops, looking over his shoulder and glaring at Charlotte. He doesn’t look particularly happy to have been stopped and his harsh stare causes Charlotte to shrink back slightly before she composes herself.
Charlotte: I was wondering if I could ask you a couple of questions?
Jefferson: I don’t see why not.
Jefferson fully turns around now to face Charlotte, who has caught up with him, his expression hasn’t changed but he doesn’t look particularly angry with her, just life in general.
Charlotte: Well first I want to talk about Gooner. You absolutely decimated him in that ring last week and many people are saying you went way too far. What do you say?
Jefferson: I say Gooner got exactly what was coming to him. He struts about backstage thinking he’s one of the big men when really he’s a little boy playing in a man’s world. He made a mistake crossing me, he played with fire and got burnt.
Charlotte: So...you have no remorse for hospitalising a man for simply snapping your cigarette?
Jefferson: It was more than the cigarette Charlotte, I didn’t think you were so naive. That cunt disrespected me, like this entire company has been disrespecting me for a long time and I showed that I’ve had enough of it! Gooner was the tip of the fucking iceberg! I have many wrongs to be made right and I used him to send a message to everyone...Jack Jefferson is not a fucking joke and he will not be treated like one!
Jefferson, having said his piece, makes to leave but Charlotte stops him by placing her hand on his shoulder. She has one more question to ask him.
Charlotte: So you’re saying there’s more of that to come?
Jefferson: That is exactly what I’m saying Charlotte. Don’t worry though; you won’t have to wait long for me to strike again. I plan on ensuring that someone has an unforgettable anniversary...
On that note Jefferson walks off leaving Charlotte with more questions than answers and leaving us all wondering “Who’s next in Jefferson’s sights?” and “Has he completely lost it?” We know at least one of those questions will be answered later tonight so it’s just a case of waiting to see what happens.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2009 16:12:20 GMT -5
Match 1: STEEL CAGE MATCH Andrew Black vs. LyCos (Credit: VorteX) BOOM! White pyros exploded up from the stage as “Stimulate” by Eminem plays over the loud speaker.IIIIIIIIII'm only entertaining you
Myyyyy goal is to stimulate making you high
And take you and I, to a place that you can't see
But I believe you can fly
I don't mean nobody harm, I'm just partying
I'm not your dad, not your mom, not your guardian
Just a man who's on the mic, so let me... entertain you As the chorus blares over the speakers in the ACW Arena, Andrew Black walks out onto the stage. As the crowd cheers him, The Black Knight throws a couple of air jabs, before throwing one last knock out strike which send his momentum toward the ring. He continues to get cheered as he walks to the ring. Halfway down the ramp, he picks up speed and slides into the ring. After some laps around the inside of the ring, Andrew Black does some stretches as he waits for the match to begin.The music stops and LyCoS emerges from the back, having no entrance music of his own. He walks down the ramp with a look of ferocity in his eyes, and Black stares back at him from the ring knowing that he will have to do everything in his power to survive LyCoS inside of a steel cage. LyCoS steps in the ring and the cage lowers…Bell Rings. Andrew Black knows that in order to win this match he has no other choice but to evade LyCoS. If he leaves the cage however, then he’ll not only have a mark in the loss column, he will also have to deal with being figuratively consumed by the man beast. The two men circle eachother a moment before tying up. Lycos uses his strength advantage over Black to push him back into the corner before charging him with a few low shoulders to the mid-section. LyCoS wastes no time and picks Black up and attempts to throw him into the cage, however Black manages to land a few kicks causing LyCoS to drop him. Black hits a stunning roundhouse straight to LyCoS’s face causing the big man to hit the mat hard. Instead of pursing LyCoS, Black backs up and waits, not wanting to endure any more punishment than he has to. LyCoS slowly rises, and Black charges looking for an Exploding Knee, however LyCoS makes him pay for attempting such a move this early in the match and grabs Black in mid-air and physically tosses him into the cage. A large thud resulting from body meeting metal occurs and the crowd let’s out an audible ‘oooh’. Looking for blood, LyCoS walks over to Black, picks him up, and begins smashing his head into the cage. Black manages to score a few elbows and LyCoS temporarily stops his onslaught. Black unleashes a flurry of punches, and by this point, the crowd realizes this match is not going to be a show of technicality, rather one of brutality. Black decides to stop his evasiveness and grabs LyCoS by the head and charges towards the side of the cage. Cage meets skull and both men are thrown to the mat from the impact. Black gets to his feet, springs off the ropes and delivers a running knee drop to the downed LyCoS, inflicting further damage on the Lone Wolf. Black pins. 1…2…kickout! LyCoS powers out of the pin with force, sending Black bouncing off of the mat. LyCoS rises to his feet with surprising speed and walks over to Black, grabs him, and delivers a vicious clothesline. Black is on the mat once more and LyCoS begins to stomp a hole in him before picking him up and powerbombing him down with great force. The crowd pops, and LyCoS picks Black up and hurls him into the cage once more causing even more noise from the crowd. LyCoS lets out a roar and goes to pick Black up once again, however is met with a kick to the face. LyCoS reels backwards and Black rises to his feet and scores a spinning backfist, followed by a roundhouse, then spins around the back of LyCoS and delivers a hammerlock back suplex that causes the ring to shake from impact. Black pins once again. 1…2..kickout! LyCoS isn’t down yet, and Black is getting frustrated at not being able to put the man away. Knowing that the only way to win is to incapacitate LyCoS, Black picks him up and sends him headfirst into the cage once more. Black isn’t done there, he wraps LyCoS up in the ropes and starts hitting him with Speed Bag Punches causing LyCoS’s head to bounce off of the cage. The crowd cheers once again and LyCoS looks as if he wants to pass out from vertigo, which is exactly what Black wants. Black finishes his combination with a big hook and LyCoS slumps to the mat. Instead of pinning again, Black unwisely chooses to turn his back on LyCoS and throw a few jabs in the air illustrating his dominance thus far. Black turns around only to be met by a savage spear that knocks the wind out of him. LyCoS is seething at this point and begins delivering strikes straight to Blacks head, determined to bust him open. When he fails to do so, he physically picks Black up and slams him down with a spinebuster, before picking him up once more and sending him headlong into the cage. LyCoS catches Black before he hits the mat and sends his face once more into the cage with arena shaking force. This does the trick and Black is busted open. Black falls to the mat and LycoS pins. 1…2…..kickout! With his reserves depleting from stress and blood loss, Black barely manages to kick out of the pin. LyCoS isn’t happy and goes to work beating Black some more. Black manages to deflect some of the punches and delivers a few of his own to get LyCoS off of him. Black rises to his feet slowly and then picks LyCoS up, delivers a kick to the gut, and DDT’s him. Black then smoothly transitions into a guillotine choke, which succeeds both in slowing the pace of the match and weakening LyCoS. LyCoS is beginning to show serious signs of fatigue as well and does all he can do get out of the hold. LyCoS hits black a few times loosening his grip and then hits him a few more times to get him to fully release the choke. The match is nearing the 10 minute mark and both of these men want a win rather than a draw. The men rise to their feet and lock up once more, LyCoS again getting the upper hand due to strength. Wanting to end the match now rather than later, LyCoS whips black towards the cage and as Black rebounds, LyCoS goes for The Prowl. Out of instinct Black maneuvers out of the way of the match ending move, sending LyCoS into the cage with such force it almost knocks RAF off of his feet. As this is occurring, the crowd stir as they only ever do when there’s an intruder amongst them. The intruder in question is heading for the front row and they don’t care who they barge out of the way as they do so. They reach the barrier and hop it effortlessly, the black hoody pulled over their face hiding their identity. They’ve hopped the barrier right behind the referee guarding the door and as RAF turns he gets a fist right to the face, sending him tumbling to the floor. The hooded stranger rips the keys dangling from his belt and quickly opens up the cage door. As they climb into the ring they’ve not really been spotted by either LyCoS or Andrew Black. Black is the first to spot them due to the fact LyCoS is facing the other way. The hood comes down, revealing that it’s none other than Jack Jefferson which is just confusing, what problem could he have with either of the competitors? That question isn’t answered but the question of why he’s here is as he pulls out his crowbar and smashes it over the back of LyCoS’ head. He smirks at Andrew Black, who doesn’t exactly look pleased to see him there, before backing out of the ring and walking up the ramp backwards, watching the ring the entire way. As Jefferson reaches the top of the ramp the bell rings. Philip: The ten minute time limit has been reached. Your winner, having survived 10 minutes with the caged beast... Andrew BLAAAACK!! Black doesn’t celebrate this victory, he’s still staring intently at Jack Jefferson, who stands at the top of the ramp, most likely wondering why exactly he attacked LyCoS. The referee attempts to raise Black’s hand in victory but he wrenches it away before he gets the chance. Solemnly he steps over the stirring LyCoS and gets out of the ring to make his way to the back.
Fade to Black.OOC: Ending credits to Andrew Black / Jack Jefferson.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2009 16:12:40 GMT -5
“PUFF, PUFF, PASS” Credit: Thunderkiss [In an arena this size there are certain places that seldom see and even fewer visit. The stairwell in the northeastern section of the is one of those places and that is why Davey Dickinson has taken fondly to it. During times like these when all that’s required of him to earn his paycheck is to simply show up, he finds himself with a lot of free time and in his life there is only one way to pass these minutes by. The solitutude of this place allows him to do that and more without any intrusion - or so he thought. As catches up with an old friend, another invades this space, his presence undetected until he is literally on top of Dickinson.] Thunderkiss: Well, if it ain’t Davey Dickeson. Davey Dickinson: Whoa! Where did you come from? Thunderkiss: The roof. I was out getting some fresh air since, like you, I don’t have much going on tonight. Mind if I have a seat?[Lies. Truth of the matter is that he’s been following Dickinson all night for reasons known only to himself - for now.] Davey Dickinson: Whatever. It’s not like I own this stairwell. Thunderkiss: True. I guess that would be me in a few years, eh? We’ve not had the pleasure of meeting, though I am sure you know who I am.Davey Dickinson: Yeah, you could say that. Thunderkiss: So, nice night.Davey Dickinson: Yup.... Thunderkiss: Well, I can see that you’re not really big on conversation so lets just skip the small talk and get down to what the doctor ordered. I heard that you got what I need.Davey Dickinson: Oh? Thunderkiss: Yup, and I can also smell it. I don’t know if you saw that shit on the Alpha Tron yet, but if you didn’t, I’ve had a pretty long weekend and I need something to unwind. So tell me, Davey, do you accept cash or credit card?Davey Dickinson: Green for green. Thunderkiss: Sounds like a fair tradeoff. Hey, before I splurge, how do I know this shit’s good? I want a sample first.Davey Dickinson: A sample? Thunderkiss: Yes, a sample. Don’t be selfish, pass that shit man.[Bewildered in an already bewildered state, Davey doesn’t waste another brain cell in debating whether or not to give in and simply hands over his doobie. TK takes it in between his thumb and index finger and brings it to his lips. Showing that he is no pussy like Bill Clinton, he fills his lungs up with the good stuff before expelling it into the air like a smoke stack on a factory] Thunderkiss: A hh, man, Davey, this shit is good. You wanna know what else is good, man?Davey Dickinson: ? Thuunderkiss: THIS.[Thunderkiss takes the joint out of his mouth and proceeds to shove it directly into Davey’s forehead. With his defenses lowered and his reaction time slowed, Dickinson didn’t even see it coming until it hits him between the eyes, literally.] Davey Dickinson: ARRRRGH! Thunderkiss: Stop, drop and roll .. motherfucker! [Davey leaps to his feet and clutches his forehead in pain, just the reaction TK was hoping for. One unchallenged boot into his mid-section later, Dickinson begins to tumble down the stairs like a slinky until he reaches a section of concrete that breaks his fall somewhere between the first and second floors. Now that the ride has come to an end, Thunderkiss causally leans over the top rail and admires his handy work.] Thunderkiss: One down. Four to go![And with that he exits stage right. Meanwhile, a very distraught Dickinson revels in pain two floors below and his cries of agony are eventually what brings him the aid he so desperately needs. The second the EMT’s are alerted, so are the Road Steelers and the leader of the local chapter surveys the scene, quietly processing in his mind the reasoning and instigator behind this brutal attack. Finding no answers here, Jake Steele walks away with no fanfare and no concern for the fallen.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2009 16:13:20 GMT -5
Segment: Squashing 101 (Credit: Hitman)
Many fans look back on Alpha Championship Wrestling and they realize what the date is and they ask... "Holy, has it been five years already?" Time has seemingly flied by for ACW, a federation that has lived through many adversities - Ridley's impalement that would surely lead to a lawsuit, a war with Fallout that led to ACW coming out on top and a former owner coming out of obscurity and almost killing ACW, had it not been for four men setting aside their agendas to complete the task - and they have truly seen it all. Tonight marks year #5 for ACW, arguably one of the greatest wrestling promotions today, and tonight, many scores have to be settled. Whether it's Lycos vs. Andrew Black or the much talked about Dave Shadow vs. Dan White, everyone has their own grudge against one another. And tonight, there is no grudge that is literally bigger than Thunder Train vs. Hitman of the Gods.
In the back, we cut to a dark room. Nothing surrounds it, just the darkness. Out of the darkness, mist creeps in to provide a new haunting feel to it. Footsteps - rather large ones at that - are heard from off in the distance and slowly but surely, we are treated to the sight of Hitman of the Gods in his ring attire. As the crowd cheers, Hitman gives an almost evil smirk to the camera.
Hitman: Ladies and gentlemen... I trust you're all having a good time?
The crowd is roaring with approval in the background.
Hitman: Tonight, I finally have a chance to prove to the world why you can't kill what wasn't already dead. I feel alive, I feel healthy... And I feel vengeful. Tonight, I take ten whole months of frustration, isolation and betrayal and I channel it into positive energy. Where is that energy being concentrated towards? Thunder Train. Now I will give the devil his due; Train is one hell of a competitor. If his whole career consisted of him being lazy, he wouldn't be an International Champion. But you see, while his in-ring skills are nothing short of potent, his hunger has clouded his judgment. He believed that he was the sole reason I died, which is entirely untrue. At one point during my disappearance, he chose to drag my name through the mud, rather than pay respects to a fallen hero. Speaking of Fallen Heroes, I also recall him eliminating me. Train, how funny is it that even after all this time, I never forget... And on the odd occasion, I also never forgive.
Hitman soon cracks his knuckles and stares intently at the camera, wanting Thunder Train to catch every last detail of what he speaks.
Hitman: Thunder Train, tonight is the night that I fight another goliath. The last proper match I had was against a Goliath and his name was Colossus Rhodes. You know what I did to Colossus, Train? I proved to him that even after all this time, no one was capable of filling my large boots. Train, even if you do beat me tonight, you won't be able to get away that easily. I will put you through hell and be the first to properly introduce you to ACW. Everyone else has just been able to scrape the surface, I'm going to burst through the wall that many hide behind when they face you. No one has shown off their true strengths against you because they're afraid of what you're going do to them. Ask Jason Freeman, I saw how you manhandled him at last year's Bloody Valentine event. But just remember, I'm no Jason Freeman... I'm Hitman of the Gods... AND THUNDER TRAIN... TONIGHT... YOOOOOOOOOOOU... WILL... FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL...
Fans: THE WRATH!
Hitman: ...the wrath of the gods.
Hitman then steps aside from the camera and begins to walk off towards his seemingly epic battle with Train. The crowd is definitely looking forward to this match and sooner or later, we will see who the true goliath of ACW will be.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2009 16:13:54 GMT -5
===================== Big City Beatdown.
Chris Phenomenal, Lee Homicide and Danny Mainer ===================== Pissing off Chris Phenomenal is something that you don’t wish to make a habit of. With little regard for the law, or his own body as well as blessed with considerable athletic prowess, Chris can maim a man in many ways. On Thursday Danny Mainer defeated Chris with a Psycho Holliday, the surest way to draw his ire. With their prior histories, and the Crucible match drawing closer, it’s almost certain that this dead won’t go un-punished, in fact with Chris and Rawt prowling backstage, lead pipes in hand it’s almost certain.Chris Phenomenal: This is the shit ya know, Omega Effect V one of us climbing that ladder and walking out with a title shot, and eventually being able to wear the ACW Heavyweight Title around ya waist.Rawt: Just remember, I call the shots child.Chris Phenomenal: You, calling the shots? Man you only call the shots when we at Burger King.Chris and Rawt continue down the hall in search of Danny Mainer, harassing some of the roadies trying to find his whereabouts but to no avail.Chris Phenomenal: Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling.Rawt lets out his akward chuckle as the two turn the corner and standing in front of them is the man they’re searching for, one Danny Mainer.Danny Mainer: "I stabbed a man in a nightclub for singing that to me once. True story. He's alive now but he has to piss through a machine."Chris looks at Mainer and smiles.Chris Phenomenal: Well then, why don’t I play you a new song?With that Chris tries to attack Mainer with the lead pipe but Mainer is able to block it, and using his martial arts background allows him to pare the attack right into that of Rawts sending the lead pipe flying from the hand of Chris Phenomenal. Mainer delivers a crumpling kick to the sternum of CP, and begins to go toe to toe with Rawt showcasing his impressive martial arts background. Eventually the numbers game catches up to him though as Chris takes him down and begins to bash his face in with some rights, while Rawt works over this ribs with kicks and stomps. It doesn’t look good for Mainer as Chris goes for the final blow but is stopped by Rawt who starts charging down the hallway, Chris sensing something has gone amiss following him. The two head out of sight as the camera turns and looks at the saviour of Danny Mainer, one Lee Homicide.Lee Homicide: Ya better run lest I stick this pipe up ya ass and ya might like it.Danny Mainer looks at Lee Homicide who doesn’t return the favor, instead walking away as the scene cuts out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2009 16:14:36 GMT -5
Segment: Let Me Remind You... (Credit: Train and Dave Shadow)
Recent events involving Thunder Train and Dave Shadow haven't been going to well. On one end, you have a man who is trying to make peace with a 360 plus pound giant. And the other, a man that believes another man is trying to kill him. The ultimate misunderstanding. But nevertheless, a new days brings new hope, right? Wrong! And that is where we begin inside of Gingerdude's office. Even though one of the biggest shows is going on, Gingerdude still has buisness to attend to as he sits in his chair and looks up gay porn on the computer, just kidding...no I'm not. Anyway, Thunder Train comes barging in and the chairman looks up, not amused. Train smirks and approaches the desk.
Gingerdude: Thunder Train, what an unpleasant surprise. Shouldn't you be getting ready for your match with Hitman?
Thunder Train: Shouldn't you be...not un....doing anything not?
Gingerdude: ....What do you want?
Thunder Train: I wanted to give you these.
Train reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bag of pills.
Gingerdude: You are giving me painkillers? Are these yours? If they are, YOU ARE SUSPENDED TRAIN!
Thunder Train: HAHAHAHAHA! No...these are to help you stop the craziness in your head Gingerdude! I know recently you have been losing it; making me face you in a match, making me defend my title inside Fallen Heroes, and now you take one of your "boys" and give them the right to challenge me for my title at the biggest show of the year when they haven't exactly deserved it.
Gingerdude: You can't honestly sit here and tell me that Dave Shadow isn't worthy of taking that title from you. Listen closely Train, I need you without that title, it is one of my goals right now. Who else better to do it then someone who is a fellow member of Zero Tolerance.
Thunder Train: You reinstated Zero? Cool!
Gingerdude: ......
Thunder Train: I mean *Ahem* Go on...
Gingerdude: Always joking eh Train? I "appreciate" the medication but I am very busy. I have an appointment in about....30 seconds, so I would be happy if you would kindly leave my office.
Thunder Train: Oh come on, what could this meeting be about that is SOOOOOOOOOOO important...
Before Gingerdude could even answer, in walks Dave Shadow. He has a confident expression on his face but once he sees Train's large body in front of him, his face quickly changes. He walks as far as he can around Train without Train noticing him. But he does...
Thunder Train: Oh God, him? The man that has tried to make my life a living hell the past few weeks by trying to KILL ME?
Dave:Listen, Train, it's all been one big.....misunderstanding.
Gingerdude: Train, leave now before I am forced to call security on your ass!
Thunder Train: Fine, I'll go fight that ghost....
Train leaves but double takes and gets close to Shadow, Shadow flinches a bit then Train lets out a hearty laugh and leaves. Gingerdude shakes his head and stands up. He motions for Dave to stand in front of his desk, Dave quickly does what the chairman wants him to.
Gingerdude: Dave, I have a question for you.
Dave:: Sure, what's up?
Gingerdude leans over and slaps the face of Dave.
Gingerdude: Why are you afraid of Thunder Train?!?
Dave: What are you talking about?!? I'm not afraid of him.
Gingerdude: Oh come on, I can see it and so can everyone else. You need to stop trying to make things "cool" with him and start getting in his head in order to beat him at Omega Effect.
Dave: Listen, boss. I don't want to come accross as ungrateful here. But look at the guy! He is close to 400 pounds! how do you expect me to take down a man of that size? I mean, I'm good.....
Gingerdude: I fought him not to long ago, didn't I? And I almost beat him.
Dave: We obviously have very different definitions of "beat".
Gingerdude: Hmph....Do you know why I picked you to fight him?
Dave: Because you want the belt off of him?
Gingerdude: That's right! And I also wanted to have the best person for the job do it. And you Dave, ARE that person.
Dave's eyes light up in a very cheesy moment.
Gingerdude: And right now he may be playing mind games with you, but trust me, Thursday all of that will change.
Dave: How can you be sure about that? He's still gonna be the same old Train he has always been.
Gingerdude: Let's just say that this will become more of a family affair for Train....
The evil duo crack a smile to each other and Dave nods, knowing what Gingerdude has in mind. The two shake hands and then Dave leaves the office with a newfound hope on the situation. Knowing what he does now, he feels that he can take anyone down, including Train. Where will this lead our giant champion? Only time will tell...
Fade.
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