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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 4, 2009 16:03:31 GMT -5
The End of the Welsh Dragon? Dan White Wednesday, about Midday, give or take half an hourThe camera fades into the ACW-well, not really. But rather what is becoming a now-familiar sight, in Dan White's penthouse apartment. It's weirdly silent, but the sound of a key ratching through the keyhole cuts through the quietness, and Dan White walks through, having coming back from the arena after his retirement match. He looks beaten up and bloodied, but not as bad as he was on Monday night. And as he tosses his kit bag onto the sofa, he takes a deep sigh. He looks at a note on the kitchen side, and holds it up.
Hi, me and Carla have gone to the shops. I'll be back in about an hour. Jo.”
Not exactly knowing when she left, Dan has no idea where Jo might be. But he just scrumples it up slightly and throws it away, as he walks over to a white leather chair, and slumps down on it, sighing again. He shakes his head, looking at the floor before moving into a leaning forward position. Looking up, he notices the replicas of the titles he won in ACW. The Lightweight Title, the Entertainment Title, the Tag Team Titles, and the International Title. Of course, there happens to be one more belt missing from that selection. The one thing that has eluded Dan throughout his entire ACW tenure. He shakes his head, laughing slightly, before standing back up.
He rubs his face, and makes his way over to a door. He opens it, revealing his bedroom, with a kingsized bed. The blinds are mostly shut, leaving just a slither of sunlight to shine through at the bottom. Dan goes to lie down on the bed. After wrestling in his first match since Spring Into Hell, he's clearly a little bit restless and strained. He looks over to his bedside table, and sees a picture of himself from ten years ago. It makes Dan smile, seeing this kid, this football hooligan, standing there in his Adidas jacket and his jeans. Style was everything in football hooliganism. It still is. But Dan is one person who is happy to have gotten out of that line of business. Well, at least for the large part.
And then, curiously, everything suddenly darkens. And Dan panics. He quickly sits up, looking both ways. But it's completely dark, and for the first time, this strange phenomenon occurs in a place that isn't a bathroom.Voice: Welcome home. Dan White: Oh, for FUCK'S sake... After what was supposed to be his last match, this was the last thing Dan needed.Dan White: Listen dude, I don't care. I am done. I have done absolutely everything that I had to do in ACW. I got revenge on Dave Shadow. That's all I wanted! Voice: Heheh, oh Dan. I know you more than you know yourself. There's a sigh, but it's a sigh of frustration, as Dan waits for a response.Voice: I saw how you looked up at your achievements in ACW. And I saw how frustrated you were that you haven't added one final thing to that wall. And I know just how deeply that is going to eat at you until you have the World title around your waist. Dan responds, but it's hardly compromising.Dan White: So I didn't win the World title. Big fucking deal. A lot of great wrestlers in this company have never won it. Rattlesnake, Scott Andrews, Kudo Yasuda- Voice: All people that you have beaten before, Dan. There is a silence, which prompts Dan to ask a question that, for the first time, he asks with a hint of desperation.Dan White: Can you just tell me who you are. Please. Voice: You will know who I am. In fact, you know darn well who I am, Daniel. You just don't recognise it yet. And when you recognise it, you will be enlightened. Now normally, this would be the sort of thing that would send Dan into an incomprehensible rage. But today, it appears that he's willing to get to the bottom of this.Dan White: You want me to go to Meltdown tomorrow, don't you. Voice: You are going to get the attention of Chairman Gingerdude. He is the one man who is rubbing his arms with utter glee at your downfall. He is the one who has caused all this pain. The absence of the love of the fans on your side. The lack of support from your peers. Dan, you know exactly what you need to do. And with that, the room lightens again. The ray of sunlight appears through the bottom of the blinds, and vaguely illuminates the room. Dan looks around again, but has a more confident look on his face.Dan White: Right... He gets up, rubbing his hands with determination. He opens the door, exiting his room, and marches over to the kitchen desk. He takes the piece of paper Jo left him, straightening it out and turning it over. Grabbing a pen, he begins to write a note, telling Jo where he is.
Now lass, gone to Meltdown, be back in a day or two. Dan.
Smugly, he places the note where Jo will see it, and grabs his kit bag.
Looks like Meltdown is going to be in for a great show.
Fade Out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 4, 2009 16:04:00 GMT -5
===================== The Past Present and Future.
Chris Phenomenal ===================== Thursday Night Meltdown returns to air with the throbbing beats of “New Sensation” by INXS, signalling the imminent presence of the Mega Star Alliance. Sure enough nary two seconds later Chris Phenomenal and Rawt emerge at the top of the stage and make their way on down to the ring. A fair number in the ACW crowd voice displeasure however there are a few cheers, as well as well wishes for the speedy recovery of their fallen leader. Chris ducks into the ring and grabs the microphone from Phillip Jones.Chris Phenomenal: Ya know, last week we saw the demise of our leader Hollywood Mach as Jake Steele viciously snapped his arm in two. Now over the past two days, every where I go on this island people are asking me, “How come you didn’t save Mach?” “How come it was Thunderkiss coming down to help out Mach instead of you?” “Mach gave you life in this company and you couldn’t even have his back?” Now I’ll be the first to admit that in a partnership, in the formation of an alliance the first goal is making sure that when push comes to shove that there are going to be people who are going to make sure you make it out alive. Now what people don’t understand is that Mach wanted to win that title so bad, he told us backstage not to get involved, he said when push comes to shove that he was going to be able to get it done and he wanted to be able to say to Jake Steele that he was the better man and not give him any excuses, Hollywood Mach told us not to come to the ring to save him…isn’t that right, Rawt?The crowd grows silent at the accusatory tone of Chris Phenomenal, before a murmuring starts as people whisper to each other wondering if it could be true as Rawt stands their befuddle, saying something in audibly to Chris as he reaches for the microphone but Chris holds it away from him.Chris Phenomenal: Common Rawt, acting dumb isn’t going to get you out of this one. We all know what happened, I was out here all night, I wrestled in my match and then came down here and waited for some imbeciles who couldn’t be assed to wrestle a midget, who couldn’t take two fucking minutes of their time to come down here and entertain the crowd and prove their worth to me. All that time you were left alone backstage with Mach probably discussing strategy, discussing what he wanted the Mega Star Alliance to do in his TLC match with Jake Steele. Now when I get to the back and we’re almost ready for it to begin and you start dragging your fat ass telling me that Hollywood doesn’t want us to get involved, that he has everything under control and he wants us to head over to T.G.I Friday’s and get everything ready. Now what reason did I have to be suspicious of someone who swore the same oath as me to put the good of the collective before their own, to make sure that the Mega Star Alliance reigned supreme. Why would I figure any different, Jonny was off with Gooey so I figured nothing was going to go wrong until we get their and we hear the news of what happened and you took off Rawt, why did you run away.Once again Rawt speaks to Chris as he reaches for the microphone but Chris pulls it away as Rawt gives him an innocent look, the scene almost like his childhood with Chris holding his power ranger away from him.Chris Phenomenal: Damnit Rawt, I’m trying to keep you out of trouble here, it may not seem like it but I’m getting somewhere with this and you saw how pissed Ginger was last night and you know he’s obviously going to wonder where in the hell we were to protect our leader and his biggest star.Rawt looks at him and doesn’t back down, all but demanding the microphone but Chris ignores him and starts to speak once again, the microphone in his left hand with his right in the kangaroo pouch of his hoody.Chris Phenomenal: Why did Rawt run away, I’ll tell you why he ran away, because he was faithful to Hollywood Mach, he wasn’t going to turn his back on a friend, a man who brought him back to this company, a man who made sure that at the end of the day, all of us were better, that is except for one person…ME!With that the right hand comes out of the kangaroo pouch with a set of brass knuckles on them and Chris fires a shot at the unsuspecting Rawt, catching him square in the jaw as he topples over. Chris isn’t done however as he grabs a hold of his head and starts to wail on him, the first show splitting his forehead wide open and subsequent shots only serving to further the damage to Rawt. Eventually Chris stops with the punches and sticks his hands directly into the wound, Rawt writhing in pain as he tries to escape but Chris delivers a few vicious knees to the ribs stopping him as the blood continues to flow. Chris rolls out of the ring and reaches under the apron for a weapon and pulls out a twenty foot ladder, and hoists it up before ramming it into the skull of Rawt as he tried to escape beneath the ropes. Chris then takes the ladder and props it between the apron and the barricade before hopping onto the apron and lifting Rawt to his feet, smiling as he delivers a swift shot to the stomach before coming through with an incredible feet of strength, lifting the much larger man into the air and then powering him down into the ladder with a vicious Superman DDT, sending himself spilling down to the floor below but the damage has been done to Rawt as the sheer force separated the ladder from it’s hinge and ended up slicing his back with the metal rung, blood flowing like the river nile from his arm, back and head as Chris rolls back into the ring and grabs back a hold of his microphone.Chris Phenomenal: You see, before I came to this company I had already paid my dues, I was a former champion in one company, held three belts simultaneously in another and yet when I come here I get introduced to some big shot named Hollywood Mach who think’s he’s the cream of the crop. He asks me if I want to join up with him in this big group he’s forming which is going to showcase the past, present and future of ACW and I agreed to join, not for the camaraderie involved, not because I’m some team player, but because I knew that in order to make my mark in this company I’d have to do something big and if it meant bummin’ around with some washed up disco freak then by all means I felt it was worth it. I knew however that eventually it was going to come to an end.
For the first two months it was a big success, we won a whole lot of matches between the four of us, I became Entertainment Champion, almost one Fallen Heroes and my name became a big player in ACW. As a member of Mega Star Alliance I hold win’s over Thunder Train and Thunderkiss. As a member of the MSA I won the Entertainment Championship and look well on my way to breaking the record for longest ACW title reign ever. Everything was perfect, everything was shaping up for the Mega Star Alliance so why did it have to end? Why did I have to bring it to a close so soon?
If you look at the Mega Star Alliance as it was coming out of Spring Into Hell, there was only one champion, there was only one star who had won their match at Spring Into Hell, ME! Yet everything was still about Hollywood Mach, WCW in the back devising all these plans to try and get Mach into the main event of Omega Effect V, telling Ginger it could be big money, Jake Steele, Thunderkiss, Hollywood Mach, all three men hatin’ each other so bad that they’d be willing to go to hell as long as it meant bringin’ the other with him, or what about takin’ out each and every Road Steeler until finally gave in to our demands and allowed Hollywood Mach into the main event. Every single fucking word was about Hollywood Mach, there was no planning sessions to make sure I walked out of my matches with the Entertainment Title around my waist, I lost to Jason fucking Freeman for Christ’s sake and where the hell was my back up, it was non existent, the group wasn’t about showcasing the past present and future, it was all about making sure that Mach won the title, and once he got their making sure that the only man that could beat him was on his team and wouldn’t be steppin’ into the ring against him and look where it got him. He’s not able to do his blockbuster films, he’s not able to come out here and participate in some karaoke contest, instead he’s Donka Donk’d whatever the hell that means his ass back on up to that cesspool known as Canada and is sitting there drinkin’ bagged milk watching me on TV. I knew that Hollywood would want us to come out and make sure that we could haul his ass up the ladder. I knew that he would want us to come out there and help him win. Mach, why the fuck would I help your ass up the ladder, what did you ever do for me, what reason did you give me to be concerned about your well being. I was sick and tired of being seen as nothing but a lackey when I was the one carrying this group. I didn’t give a fuck about what happened to you, if you won, I would have taken the title from you at my earlier convenience, and if you lost, well by that point it really wouldn’t matter. I told Rawt that you had told me that we were not to interfere in your match against Jake Steele, it was my suggestion that we go and prepare T.G.I Friday’s for our victory celebration and even after everything that happened that fat tub of goo didn’t believe a thing.
Now I’m supposed to team with him tonight but I’m tired of carrying dead weight, I’m tired of being the only one who can get anything accomplished, XS3 decided to hang up the boots, Jonny Spade figured that his best friend was more important than the Mega Star Alliance despite what he said. Now with Hollywood Mach and Rawt out of commission, for the foreseeable future I know declare the Mega Star Alliance finished, at my hands, remember that. No longer am I going to run with the crowd, no longer am I going to be the one responsible for other people, from now on it’s all about me. Joinin’ up with Thunderkiss was all about me, I watch his back, make sure that at Omega Effect he walks out the ACW Heavyweight Champion and he’s almost obliged to give me a title shot, sort of a you scratch my back I’ll scratch yours sorta thing. At Omega Effect Effect V I’m going to walk in with the entertainment championship, and walk out. At Omega Effect V I’m going to walk out with the Crucible contract in hand, at Omega Effect V it’s going to be remembered as the night that launched the career of Chris Phenomenal into the stratosphere, that’s going to start the culmination of what happened when he first stepped into this company, when he swore an oath that he was going to live up to his potential, that he was going to prove all the doubters wrong, that he was going to prove that you can come from nothing to become something, and that although he may have gotten a little sidetracked, he is back on the right path, back on the path to redemptionChris pauses for a moment to both catch his breath and to gather his thoughts.Chris Phenomenal: As far as tonight goes, I was supposed to team with that fat tub of lard there but it obviously isn’t going to happen. Now I could head into the back and start asking around seeing if anyone could fill in on an emergency basis as my partner, but fuck it. I don’t need a partner against Danny Mainer. Only reason I lost to him last week was because I decided to try and send a message with a cricket bat instead of pinnin’ his chump ass. I don’t need a partner to take on Lee Homicide, I’ve beaten him what, two hundred, three hundred times in this various ring. No, I don’t need anyone’s help tonight so instead of a tag team contest it’s going to be a handicap match. It’s going to be Lee Homicide and Danny Mainer vs. DaillestCP, vs. the Harlem Superman, vs. the ghetto hero vs. THA AYE SEE DUBYA ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPION. And ya know what, considering we’re all about new beginning’s here and reliving the whole reason why I came to ACW, to show that I truly am the best, I figure It’s time to take it back a year, and decree that ACW is about to become
SIMPLY PHENOMENAL.With that a new era of Chris Phenomenal is ushered in, the age of the Mega Star Alliance is finished and with the passing of the times comes a new theme song, or in this case the first ever theme of Chris Phenomenal as “Tha Real CP” hit’s the airwaves and Chris Phenomenal jumps onto the top turnbuckle posing for the crowd, soaking in their jeers as Meltdown cuts to the back.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 4, 2009 16:07:26 GMT -5
Match 2: Andrew Starr vs. Jonny Spade
Will be placed when recieved.
Winner of the match: Jonny Spade
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 4, 2009 16:07:53 GMT -5
"Hangover" Credit: Danny Mainer White... light... am I dead? Heaven? NO! Please, DEAR GOD NO! I don't want to die... I didn't mean... I ... No... I comitted suicide. If I was dead I'd be in Hell right? Catholics don't like suicidal people... they're bad men and women..., why does my brain feel all tingly? What's that infernal bleeping? Why can't I sleep? Where's Danny? I need a hug... I wanna go home... Where am I?Caitlynn Dufraisne: "Whur-."She opens her eyes wide as they can go burning her pupils and screaming at the top of her lungs as her mind plays tricks on her, making the light form Danny Mainer's face somehow. Breathing heavily she sits up heavily only to be pinned down by two beefy guys with corn rows. Her blood pressure rockets as she thrashes, feeling like she can overpower the commandeering men applying breaking point pressure to her arms. She continues the fight, foaming at the mouth as she dreads to think where she is now. The sharp tip of a needle is sunk into her neck injecting a sweet, honey-venom kind of drug which makes her body feel like it's turning into goop... The screaming stops and a big, dopey, drug-fuelled grin spreads across her ghostly white face.Caitlynn Dufraisne: "I feel funny..."Orderly 1: "You're in safe hands ma'am, you've suffered a very serious injury but you're going to be OK." Orderly 2: "Yeah!" Caitlynn Dufraisne: "I'm... alive?"Orderly 2: "Yeah, just about haha. You had a serious accident, but you're okay now. This dude saved you." Caitlynn Dufraisne: "What dude? The dude with the cornrows? Hehe, is he a superdude?"Orderly 1: "Haha naw, I am a superdude but I didn't save you. Some punk in sunglasses and with a beanie dragged yo' ass here." Caitlynn Dufraisne: "... Corey?"Orderly 1: "Yeahyeah, your boyfriend." Caitlynn Dufraisne: "He's... not my boy-"He shushes her and calms her down as she melts into the comfort zone of the hospital bed. She's found her way into a gown and when she turns to look down at the gash in her army she sees it's covered in plasters with a drip in her arm. She drifts in and out of consciousness for a few hours as the orderlies come in to check on her once in a while. Nothing really happens, the drug starts to wear off. She begins to dream about the future, her child, her man... life is so confusing.Caitlynn Dufraisne: "I miss you mommy..."She bolts up and screams, violently, suddenly, uncontrollably until she goes horse as medical staff flock her bedside pinning her down and covering her mouth despite her biting and her thriving. Illness is a wonderful thing... right? She keeps thrashing, trying to bite her way out through the pressing hand that covers her mouth but he seems impervious to this pain... or maybe her teeth are made of jelly, you just don't know. It seems like endless people are taking pictures of her, all pinning her down and trying to tear her apart. She thinks she's going to be sick... and she does. Right onto the orderly with the corn rows hand. Brilliant, right? It goes straight back into her mouth but he can feel it, and so instinctively moves it out of the way as a tub-girl esque stream of sick having ricocheted off of his hand, to the back of her throat and then out again launches its way into the crowd of people around her.Caitlynn Dufraisne: "I'm... I'm sorry."She starts sobbing uncontrollably, before passing out again in a heap curled up in a ball as the people holding her down seem to fade into the mist.Caitlynn Dufraisne: "Yay... slumber again."FADE
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 4, 2009 16:08:23 GMT -5
“FAUX NEWS” Credit: Senator, Thunderkiss [Its not every day that you get to put your boss in a hammerlock but one week ago to the day Senator Steve Phillips got to live every disgruntled employee’s dream. Immediately afterwards wrestling forums across the world wide web were ablaze of what was to transpire next and none of the speculation was good for Phillips’ well-being. Oddly enough, his life has remained relatively quiet and Thunderkiss has not been seen anywhere near with any chainsaws, pitchforks or anything of the like. There is a reason for that. Wanting to show that she is not a damsel in distress that runs to her husband after every negative altercation, Anna Sommers-Joseph (aka Grindhouse) has taken it upon herself to humble the lawmaker from Illinois. With a summoning to her office, its time to show him that the pen is indeed mightier than the sword.] Grindhouse: I’m glad you could make it. If you aren’t too busy supporting the killing of abortion doctors, why don’t you have a seat right over there.Senator: With that distasteful and inaccurate welcome, you only demonstrate your own shortcomings...I know you called me here for the little incident we had the other week, so just get this over with. Grindhouse: Well you thought right, honey. It is against this company’s best interest to keep a known abuser on its roster. I mean, what kind of a message does it send to the kiddies if we put a man who hits women on a pedestal?Senator: Well, seeing that ACW has made your misogynist husband into a world famous main eventer, I see no inconsistancy here. By the way, you attempted to strike me, I merely countered your own attack, so such a point would be rendered null and void in any case. [As much as she would love to argue that fact, she won’t fall into his politically crafted game of changing the topic. Her course remains undeviated and she charges full speed ahead to the enviable punch line.] Grindhouse: I would love nothing more than to terminate your ass and believe me, I tried.Senator: The only problem there is that my contract is specifically structured to prevent inadequate corporate types such as yourself from doing such a thing, similar to the clauses featured in Ms. Matheson’s contract, albeit, much more difficult to breach in my case. Grindhouse: Actually, my father prevented me from doing so when I proposed the idea to him.Senator: The reason for that is because, despite our own frequent conflicts, your father knows how to do business, and I can begrudgingly admit that he is a very intelligent man. Grindhouse: *Scoff* Yeah, he’s a real Einstein, that man. It apparent that you and Daddy have a “thing” together, so if he chooses not to defend his daughter, that’s his choice. Now here comes mine. Since you like putting your hands on women so much, and on a senior official of this company, I might add, I am taking the necessary steps to ensure that it won’t happen again. First, I’m going to relieve you of half your appearance salary for the month.[He doesn’t know whether to laugh or feel insulted. Surely this woman doesn’t think that a few measly thousands of dollars will break his bank, or for that matter, his attention.] Senator: In this economy? How shall I ever function? Grindhouse: You didn’t let me finish. I am going to take that salary and donate it to the Women’s Foundation of California on your behalf. Senator: Ahem...you can hardly be serious. That is a radical organization dedicated not to fair and equal rights but to promoting its own selfish special interests and the prosperity of the upper echelon of its membership! In other words, you are dedicating MY hard earned dollars towards a sham! In any case, I shall simply make a counter contribution towards...hmm...perhaps the Club for Growth would benefit from my sudden philanthropic urges... [Time to rub salt in the wounds. She cuffs her hand to her mouth and begins shouting at the top of her lungs to simulate speaking to someone hard of hearing. To say Phillips is not amused is an understatement.] Grindhouse *talking loudly*: Tell me, when was the last time you had you had your hearing checked? It’s against company policy to put unfit men and women in the ring. I’m thinking perhaps I should also send you to Doctor Gibson to get you checked out.Senator: My hearing would be just fine if you had the good sense to avoid breaking the sound barrier with that harpy screech most people call your voice! Grindhouse *talking loudly*: You need to calm down before I decide to send you to anger management classes. Now, enjoy this neat little plaque they sent. It even has your name written on it. See? It will look nice in that great big, empty room that you have here. Might even get you a few days with a nice activist. Who knows? Senator: Put me in a room with a filthy "activist," and you will find your associate flying through the window! Same goes for any sort of quack psychiatrist. Just remember this, you may be amusing yourself right now, but I have not yet started to fight. I will take my leave of this office, but I will do so leaving you with your second warning. Madam, people around here seem to forget that I have served two terms in the United States Senate, and before that, I worked my way up the ranks in one of the most corrupt state in the union, without being hit with so much as a single charge of wrongdoing. I do not fear you, not in any way. Just as your husband will fall in defeat at Omega Effect, you shall watch your own futile plans crumble in pieces, and that, Anna Sommers, is nothing...but the truth. Grindhouse *talking loudly*: Remember to send all complains to the nearest trash can. It will save me some time. Now please be careful on your way out and remember to count to ten next time before you smack a bitch. Bye-bye! [The loud door slam that follows is all the indication she needs to know that victory has been obtained. Jubilation overcomes her and she lets out a roar that would impress a lion - ] Grindhouse: I am woman, hear me roar. Roaaaaaar. Hahaha.[- and does a win spin in her chair for a job well done.] Grindhouse: Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee![FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 4, 2009 16:09:06 GMT -5
Segment: To Live and Die, Part 6 (Credit: Lee)
Scene opens with a shot of Lee’s uncle as we’ve become used to seeing him, namely, firmly planted on his La-Z-Boy with a bottle of liquor hanging from a free hand. The harsh fluorescent light overhead casts a ghostly glow upon his unaffected visage, his face the typical blank page, his emotions etched in invisible ink.
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Lee stoically stands before his bedroom mirror. He isn’t wearing a shirt, revealing the two eagle tattoos stretched across his pectoral muscles. He doesn’t so much as twitch a single fiber of his body, save for the steady, subtle rise and fall of his chest with each heaving breath.
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Tight shot of a motley array of contents strewn haphazardly across a dining table: overturned beer bottles, a shot glass filled halfway with mysterious brown brew, a dinner plate with a few crumbs still scattered about, a steak knife leaning against the plate. Most interesting of all these, though, is a man lying facedown upon the table. For now, the viewer can only see the crown of his head, covered with tightly cut jet black hair.
Lee: Mike?
The man sniffles.
Lee: Mike.
The now adult Mike drowsily raises his head from the table, his eyes thoroughly glazed over. His grip on the red lollipop in his right hand falters. It falls onto the table with a gentle clatter. The man wipes the drool rolling down the side of his mouth and sniffles again. Mike finally lays eyes on the boy addressing him.
Mike: Oh.
Mike lethargically chuckles.
Mike: This is crazy.
He rises up to sit back in his seat.
Lee: It’s me.
Mike rubs the sleep out of his eyes and groggily scratches his patchy, unkempt beard, as vividly black as the hair on his head.
Mike: I know you.
He leans forward to rest his elbows on the table.
Mike: I knew one day you’d be back. Different. A man.
He picks up the half-drunken glass of liquor sitting in front of him.
Mike: But that hate? I see that hate in your eyes...
He takes a sip, his face instantly cringing as the substance burns his mouth.
Mike: ...and it tells me exactly who you used to be.
He laughs amusedly.
Lee: It’s not like that anymore.
His glass now drained, Mike reaches for the bottle this time.
Mike: We should’ve known better.
He untwists the cap.
Mike: You were just a kid.
He pours more liquor into his glass. He watches as the brown liquid flows gracefully, almost mesmerized by its movement.
Mike: But Tommy?
Mike pushes the glass in Lee’s direction. Lee cautiously snatches up the offering.
Mike: Man, you were always his favorite, weren’t you?
Lee swallows the contents of the glass, his face contorts with the stinging sensation surging through his throat.
Lee: I need your help now.
Mike places a cigarette between his lips as he snaps out of his nostalgic trance.
Mike: Of course. I do what I can for you. Just like old times.
He raises the flame from his lighter to his cigarette and ignites it.
Mike: I can get you a job. A good one.
Immediately sensing a misunderstanding, Lee is quick to guide this conversation away from that particular direction.
Lee: No. No, it’s not like that. I don’t want a job. I wanna run with you again.
Mike shakes his head and chortles.
Mike: I’m not sure what it is you think I do. But one thing’s for sure: I got nothing for you.
In a gesture meant to brush Lee aside, Mike focuses the entirety of his attention to the glass with a shallow pool of vodka sitting on its wide bottom. He swirls the liquid a few times, then pours it down his gullet. Lee, meanwhile, appears utterly heartbroken as a result of his dejection.
Lee: What the hell happened?
Mike: What happened is a long story. And long stories are better left untold.
Lee: ( persistent ) Just tell me.
Mike sniggers condescendingly.
Mike: When Tommy left us...
He takes a hearty drag from his cigarette.
Mike: ...Benny...
He speaks that name with a bitterly disdainful tone.
Mike: ...Benny saw his chance, and you can be sure as hell Benny made his damn move. As only a cat like Benny could.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 4, 2009 16:17:28 GMT -5
Explanations and Allegations Jack Jefferson / Andrew Black
“Paint It Black” by The Rolling Stones booms out of the speakers and pretty much every single fan in the arena leaps to their feet and raining boos down up Jack Jefferson as he struts through the curtain, wielding his now-customary crowbar with a cocky smirk plastered on his face. He looks around at the booing masses, his smirk growing slightly as he enjoys the disapproval like a disobedient child who has just received the approval they so greatly crave.
As he climbs into the ring he is handed a mic by a runner at ringside. He stands in the centre of the ring, rotating the mic in his hand and seeming to enjoy the weight of it. He continues to smirk at the booing audience who are hurling insults down upon him by this point.
Jefferson: Typical, you’re all so fucking original! Unlucky for you I’m not here to listen to your tedious chants, no matter how insulting or witty you think they happen to be. No, I’m here to talk about this...
Jefferson motions towards the AlphaTron and every eye in the arena is obediently focused on the giant screen.
Jefferson smirks, happy with his handiwork, as people focus back on him and boo vehemently.
Jefferson: Ever since Monday I’ve had people asking me “what did he ever do to you” and “why”. The answers to these questions are ridiculously simple. As for what he’s done to me? Nothing. Why? That’s a much more interesting answer that’s really very simple...Spring into Hell.
Looking around at your blank faces I can see you morons are having trouble putting two and two together. It’s hardly surprising, just a little disappointing. So, allow me to spell this out for you. I wasn’t even told to show up to Spring in Hell which, to me, seems hugely disrespectful from ACW management. The incredible untamed beast however? That circus freak was given prime time on PPV and unveiled to the entire world as a new star. Essentially, he stole my spot and I’m not gonna roll over, take it and ask for someone to scratch my belly like a docile puppy. Fuck that, I’m gonna bite back like a Doberman and tear someone’s face off!
*looking down at the crowbar in his hand* Smashing his skull in with this was only the start. I vowed to get the respect I so rightly deserve in this company and I’m going to do it by any means necessary. If I have to make people fear me to respect me then so be it. Just like Gooner last week, LyCoS is set to become just another example...
Jefferson stops as sections of the crowd begin to cheer. Fearing the worst, he looks up the ramp and sees just what they’re cheering about...LyCoS is hurtling down at a frightening pace and he appears to have his sights set squarely on Jefferson. Jefferson promptly bails from the ring, watching cautiously as the animalistic LyCoS goes ballistic by kicking the ropes and roaring loudly. Jefferson is watching LyCoS the entire time as he cautiously walks around the ramp. He stops when a voice can be heard behind him.
??: Not so fast.
Jefferson whirls round to see Andrew Black stood in front of him, holding a microphone.
Jefferson: What the fuck do you want?
Andrew Black: You seem to forget that you didn’t only interfere on his Anniversary Show match, but you interfered on mine too. Bad idea.
Jefferson: Boo-fucking-hoo! I don’t really know what you’re complaining about, I helped you win a match you were going to lose. You should be thanking me not complaining but if you want to make an issue out of this I can cave your skull in with this crowbar and add you to my growing list of examples!
Andrew Black steps forward, getting right in Jefferson’s face and the two men attempt to stare each other down. Black’s steely gaze lets all know that he is ready to strike at a second’s notice but Jefferson’s trademark cocky smirk lets everyone know that he doesn’t give a fuck. This staredown lasts around 10 seconds before Jefferson shoulders his way past Black and walks to the top of the ramp. When he reaches the top he turns to looks back at Black, who is staring daggers at him, and LyCoS, who still hasn’t calmed down in the ring.
What will happen when LyCoS gets hold of Jefferson? Will Jefferson and Black come to blows? The answer to both these questions isn’t certain but one thing is – Jefferson sure is making a lot of enemies at the moment and he’ll have to watch his back closely.
Fade to Black
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 4, 2009 16:17:48 GMT -5
R E T R O S E G M E N T: E N D All good things come to an end...and even some great things do too[/center][/font] The wind blew the trees from side to side as we look on at a large open grass space. Divided by various pathways the sky above threatens the park below. Our attention today lies with a bench situated underneath a tree. Sitting there is a young woman, looking rather dispondent. She appears to be waiting for someone though from her body language seems to have all but given up. However..the sound of footsteps can be heard approaching as she glances over to see the man she was waiting for approaching.Rena: What time do you call this, Bryce? Bryce comes to a halt and remains silent for a couple of moments before pulling his long shirt sleeve up his arm and glancing down at the hands of his watch.Bryce: Well, I'm not toooo sure how accurate it is, but if I'm not mistaken about quarter past one. Rena: Where the hell were you?! We agreed to meet here nearly 2 hours ago! Bryce: Uh, yeah...about that...my bad? Rena: This is more than your "bad", Bryce - you can't just turn up 2 hours late without saying anything. Bryce: Oh sorry, I forgot. Hi Rena, how are you today? Holy shit Bryce, that was not the move you wanted to make!Rena: Hi Rena, HI RENA? IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO FUCKING SAY, BRYCE?! Bryce: Well I've got nothing else, so yup. Rena: You've changed Bryce. You aren't the same cool but geeky guy I used to love hanging out with. Bryce: Oh, calm down Rena. I guess it's just that time of the month, eh... This infuriates Rena even more though Bryce seems quite non-chalant in saying it.Rena: That's what I'm talking about, Bryce! It's like you're a completely different person since it happened and I don't like it...I want the old Bryce back! The Bryce that would do anything for fun! Bryce: ...since what happened? Rena is amazed but decides to ignore it.Rena: Wow...nothing. It's like you just don't care about anything anymore. Whenever we make plans to hang out you find some reason for not being able to or turn up so late that it would be better if you didn't turn up at all! Bryce: What can I say, Rena, I'm a busy, busy, bussssssy guy! Rena: No you're not. You spend your days moping around your house and watching TV. Bryce: That's only because no one will give me a god damn freakin' job! Bastards. Rena: Ha..you think anyone would dare to do that with the state you're in? You need help, Bryce. Bryce seems to take offense to this as Rena bites her tongue slightly.Bryce: I need help, Rena? I NEED HELP?! Well sorrry if I've not been full of fun these past few months! But ya know, I haven't exactly much reason to be...what with no one giving a damn about me in this world. Bryce rubs his nose.Rena: I d-- Bryce: ...no one. Rena seems unsure what to say as there is a long silence before she finally breaks it.Rena: You know what, Bryce? I have done everything to try and help out. I have tried to show you that there are people that care and there is reason to be positive for. But you know what? FUCK IT! If you want to carry on in life acting like an arrogant, cocky ass feeling sorry for himself then so be it. She pauses as her eyes begin to well up.Rena: But it won't be with me anywhere near you... Rena gets to her feet and looks directly at Bryce before walking off down the pathway.Bryce: You know what, Rena?! I DON'T NEED YOU AND I DON'T NEED ANYONE! There's only one person you can really depend on in life and that's yourself! That's something that was shown to me a few months back! As small droplets left her eyes and fell onto her cheeks, Rena did not dare look back at the man she used to call her best friend. For now, she would continue to walk along away from this once inseperable friendship.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 4, 2009 16:18:20 GMT -5
It Wasn't My Fault Dan White We're at the ACW Arena, and things are about to get messy. Moreso, as we open up i Chairman Gingerdude's office. Monumental jeers are heard from the crowd, as he is seen filing some paperwork, when a crew worker suddenly barges into his office. Surprised, Gingerdude gets up, angrily shouting at the worker.Gingerdude: DO YOU NOT KNOW TO KNOCK WHEN I'M NEEDED?! The crew worker, who must be no older than 19, looks nervous. But he still manages to blurt his words out.Crew Worker: But, err, Ginger. Dan White, parking lot. Wants to s-see y-you. There's a huge pop as Ginger's eyes widen. The mention of Dan White ignites a fuse in his brain, and it's only a matter of time before he's ready to explode. Silently, he gets up off the floor, and marches out of his office, pushing past the crew worker and the cameraman. He marches up through the corridors, smashing doors open with both hands without any regard for the chapped paintwork that may occur on the walls behind the doors.
He walks through a final door, and there's a shout from afar as he enters the parking lot. There's a loud pop as Dan is seen, with a sledgehammer in his hands, close to a limousine. It's not surprising to know that that is Gingerdude's limo, and the Chairman immediately gets defensive.Gingerdude: Okay Dan, you don't want to do anything stupid here! But Dan is a stupid man. Well he's not, but his intentions are a bit...anarchistic, as he explains himself.Dan White: Hey dude, I don't give a fuck, right! I am not finished with ACW, and I am willing to do whatever it takes to get what I want!! Gingerdude sighs with hopelesses, as Dan's eyes widen, and he has a derranged look on his face, a look we have not seen for a very long time.Gingerdude: Well Dan, what do you want? Dan White: I want a match at Omega Effect V. I want the chance to finish off everything that I have craved in this business. I want the chance to fight for a contract. I want the World fucking Title. There's a lot of things I want, Gingerdude! Gingerdude sighs, holding out his hands.Gingerdude: Well, there's nothing I can do. I can't just book you in a match. It's not like there's anyone available. Dan pauses for a second, looking up to think, before responding.Dan White: So put me in the World title match. Gingerdude: I can't do that! Dan White: Oh well... He raises the sledgehammer, prompting Ginger to panic slightly.Gingerdude: Whoa whoa whoa! Don't do anything that would get you in prison! Dan White: ...You think I wouldn't risk going to prison? Gingerdude: ...Good point. Okay. I can't do anything now. But if you don't touch my car, I promise you, I will invite you to Warfare, and we can come to negotiations. How's that? Dan pauses, before nodding his head, and dropping the sledgehammer.
Dan White: See you there.
Gingerdude smirks.
Gingerdude: Good. Now get the HELL OFF MY PROPERTY!!
Dan White: Whatever.
Dan smirks back at Gingerdude, who has gone from panic to anger, as he begins to walk out of the arena walls. But this walk becomes a run, as two security guards attempt to chase Dan, who is heard giving a very audible “WOOP WOOP!!” sound. This prompts Ginger to utter one final thing.
Gingerdude: Damnit...that means I've got to invite him in next week...
It should be good.
Fade Out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 4, 2009 16:18:39 GMT -5
Segment: To Live and Die, Part 7 (Credit: Lee)
Mike (V.O.): Benny convinced the bosses to make a statement against the Vietnamese.
Fade in to a black and white shot of a trio of teenagers, one of them being the punk who was tormenting Lee at the restaurant earlier. The group barges into a restaurant, all their signature bravado entirely evident. A bespectacled middle-age man looks over at them, eyes threatening to bulge out of his skull in fear.
Mike (V.O.): “For Tommy’s sake,” he told them.
The teenage punk raises his gun to the face of the man. His lips curl into a most sickeningly sinister grin.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.
A smattering of bullets tumble to the cold hardwood floor.
= = =
Cut back to the shot of Lee and Mike sitting at the table at the restaurant. The empty space between them is occupied by a hazy black and white image of a pile of bloody bodies.
Mike: That night, Benny made a statement to all the Vietnamese and all their families. He cleared them out of the neighborhood, hell, the entire business.
The bodies are replaced by a shot of three older men sitting shoulder to shoulder, their arms resting atop the long table in front of them. They look forth with strikingly stern expressions.
Mike: Then he worked with the Snakeheads. He brought thousands of slaves from up north to work down here.
The woman on the stage continues to serenade the other restaurant patrons with her karaoke rendition of “Because You Loved Me.”
Mike: And after some time, the Uncles finally made him a captain.
Close-up of Benny’s manically sneering countenance.
Mike (V.O.): They gave him his own sign. ‘Cause they had to.
Fade in to a close-up of Lee, hardly able to stomach the tale he’s just been told. When he finally manages to wrap his head around the heavy sentiments recently unloaded upon him, he has only one word to summarize his feelings toward the situation.
Lee: Fuck.
Mike takes another drag from his cigarette, casual as ever.
Lee: Where can I find him?
Mike: I cannot help you.
The man sighs hugely.
Mike: I am too old now, and I don’t want to lose any more brothers.
Lee resolutely rises from his seat, his eyes now wild with the hate for which Mike had remembered him.
Lee: Tell me.
Mike shuffles uneasily in his seat.
= = =
The scene: a glamorous Los Angeles nightclub at the peak of its activity. Throngs of sweaty, scantily clad bodies gyrate haphazardly, making all kinds of indecent contact with each other to noxious repetitions of bleeps and bloops that they only they consider to be music.
Mike (V.O.): Downtown. He’s there every night.
= = =
A group of people congregate in a dank storeroom in the back. A lone light bulb hanging precariously from the ceiling provides the only illumination. The air is choked with thick billows of cigarette smoke. The particularly important-looking folk gather around a round foldout table. Cards, empty beer bottles, wads of crumpled-up dollar bills and half-smoked cigarette butts litter the table. An older man wearing some orange-tinted aviator sunglasses and a mustache that looks like a fat tropical caterpillar is guffawing wildly.
Mustached Man: I tell you, man, playing cards with you is like doing business with you. We all get rich!
The man breaks out into his demented laugh once again. The viewer with the most canny eye might recognizes that the man sitting directly to his right is an older, more successful, and infinitely more power hungry, Benny. Benny plays along with the mustached man’s joke for a little while, painfully feigning enthusiasm at this man’s comedic skill, or lack thereof.
Benny: I have to take a piss.
With that, he rises from his seat. One of the younger men gathered in the back of the room immediately goes to follow him.
Benny: ( to Mustached Man ) Hey, don’t mess with my money.
Mustached Man: Hey, hey, hey. I don’t mess with anything. I take!
Apparently, this was supposed to be another joke because the guy roars bawdily again. Not bothering at all to hide his disgust, Benny visibly cringes as he makes his exit.
Mustached Man: Hey, don’t piss all your money away!
Benny waits until he’s out of earshot to address the crony following him.
Benny: That nasty old fuck. Somebody really oughtta kill him.
Crony: We’re working on it, man.
= = =
More images of the general debauchery that goes on in this place.
A woman snorts cocaine through a rolled-up $100 bill off a coaster bearing the insignia for Dos Equis.
An older gentleman cuddles up with two Lolitas on a plush, red couch the color of clown’s lipstick.
A stark antithesis to the carnal depravity that surrounds him, a lone, shadowy figure, his face obscured by the hood of his jacket, marches methodically through the place. His hand grips steadfastly to a switchblade. He flicks his hood back, revealing his face to belong to that of Lee. He doesn’t so much as get a single moment to scan his surroundings before confronted by a blast from the past.
Roy: Hey, is that you?
Lee: Roy?
Close-up of Lee tucking the switchblade back into his pocket.
Roy: ( giggling jovially ) Shit! You’re out? You’re out!
Roy pounces on Lee with a smothering hug.
Roy: What the hell are you doing here, huh? You high or something?
Lee grows more uncomfortable by the millisecond.
Lee: No.
Luckily, Roy inadvertently steers this conversation toward the topic Lee had been seeking all along.
Roy: Hey, you oughtta see Benny.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 4, 2009 16:18:56 GMT -5
Segment: To Live and Die, Part 7 (Credit: Lee)
Mike (V.O.): Benny convinced the bosses to make a statement against the Vietnamese.
Fade in to a black and white shot of a trio of teenagers, one of them being the punk who was tormenting Lee at the restaurant earlier. The group barges into a restaurant, all their signature bravado entirely evident. A bespectacled middle-age man looks over at them, eyes threatening to bulge out of his skull in fear.
Mike (V.O.): “For Tommy’s sake,” he told them.
The teenage punk raises his gun to the face of the man. His lips curl into a most sickeningly sinister grin.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.
A smattering of bullets tumble to the cold hardwood floor.
= = =
Cut back to the shot of Lee and Mike sitting at the table at the restaurant. The empty space between them is occupied by a hazy black and white image of a pile of bloody bodies.
Mike: That night, Benny made a statement to all the Vietnamese and all their families. He cleared them out of the neighborhood, hell, the entire business.
The bodies are replaced by a shot of three older men sitting shoulder to shoulder, their arms resting atop the long table in front of them. They look forth with strikingly stern expressions.
Mike: Then he worked with the Snakeheads. He brought thousands of slaves from up north to work down here.
The woman on the stage continues to serenade the other restaurant patrons with her karaoke rendition of “Because You Loved Me.”
Mike: And after some time, the Uncles finally made him a captain.
Close-up of Benny’s manically sneering countenance.
Mike (V.O.): They gave him his own sign. ‘Cause they had to.
Fade in to a close-up of Lee, hardly able to stomach the tale he’s just been told. When he finally manages to wrap his head around the heavy sentiments recently unloaded upon him, he has only one word to summarize his feelings toward the situation.
Lee: Fuck.
Mike takes another drag from his cigarette, casual as ever.
Lee: Where can I find him?
Mike: I cannot help you.
The man sighs hugely.
Mike: I am too old now, and I don’t want to lose any more brothers.
Lee resolutely rises from his seat, his eyes now wild with the hate for which Mike had remembered him.
Lee: Tell me.
Mike shuffles uneasily in his seat.
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The scene: a glamorous Los Angeles nightclub at the peak of its activity. Throngs of sweaty, scantily clad bodies gyrate haphazardly, making all kinds of indecent contact with each other to noxious repetitions of bleeps and bloops that they only they consider to be music.
Mike (V.O.): Downtown. He’s there every night.
= = =
A group of people congregate in a dank storeroom in the back. A lone light bulb hanging precariously from the ceiling provides the only illumination. The air is choked with thick billows of cigarette smoke. The particularly important-looking folk gather around a round foldout table. Cards, empty beer bottles, wads of crumpled-up dollar bills and half-smoked cigarette butts litter the table. An older man wearing some orange-tinted aviator sunglasses and a mustache that looks like a fat tropical caterpillar is guffawing wildly.
Mustached Man: I tell you, man, playing cards with you is like doing business with you. We all get rich!
The man breaks out into his demented laugh once again. The viewer with the most canny eye might recognizes that the man sitting directly to his right is an older, more successful, and infinitely more power hungry, Benny. Benny plays along with the mustached man’s joke for a little while, painfully feigning enthusiasm at this man’s comedic skill, or lack thereof.
Benny: I have to take a piss.
With that, he rises from his seat. One of the younger men gathered in the back of the room immediately goes to follow him.
Benny: ( to Mustached Man ) Hey, don’t mess with my money.
Mustached Man: Hey, hey, hey. I don’t mess with anything. I take!
Apparently, this was supposed to be another joke because the guy roars bawdily again. Not bothering at all to hide his disgust, Benny visibly cringes as he makes his exit.
Mustached Man: Hey, don’t piss all your money away!
Benny waits until he’s out of earshot to address the crony following him.
Benny: That nasty old fuck. Somebody really oughtta kill him.
Crony: We’re working on it, man.
= = =
More images of the general debauchery that goes on in this place.
A woman snorts cocaine through a rolled-up $100 bill off a coaster bearing the insignia for Dos Equis.
An older gentleman cuddles up with two Lolitas on a plush, red couch the color of clown’s lipstick.
A stark antithesis to the carnal depravity that surrounds him, a lone, shadowy figure, his face obscured by the hood of his jacket, marches methodically through the place. His hand grips steadfastly to a switchblade. He flicks his hood back, revealing his face to belong to that of Lee. He doesn’t so much as get a single moment to scan his surroundings before confronted by a blast from the past.
Roy: Hey, is that you?
Lee: Roy?
Close-up of Lee tucking the switchblade back into his pocket.
Roy: ( giggling jovially ) Shit! You’re out? You’re out!
Roy pounces on Lee with a smothering hug.
Roy: What the hell are you doing here, huh? You high or something?
Lee grows more uncomfortable by the millisecond.
Lee: No.
Luckily, Roy inadvertently steers this conversation toward the topic Lee had been seeking all along.
Roy: Hey, you oughtta see Benny.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 4, 2009 16:20:11 GMT -5
MATCH: Danny Mainer & Lee Homicide VS Chris Phenomenal Credit: Danny Mainer MATCH BEGINNING:It started off like any handicap match, with the man on his own owning. Danny started off in the ring and Chris was hitting dem big powar moves. Danny was trying to be quick and he even attempted a headscissors takedown but Chris threw him off and clotheslined the crap out of him twice. Danny then came with a kick to the stomach and a DDT slamming Chris's head to the mat. Chris kinda' got up though and Homicide got tagged in. Both men double suplexed Chris Phenomenal who went "Arrrgh" a bit, then got to his feet to be dropkicked and armbared on the ground. Chris tries to Military Press 1/5 of the tag team champions but ended up getting a Mirko Cro Cop power D.U.D. right into the face. Homicide got the 2-count but no moar. MATCH MID-SECTION:Mainer and Homicide was Mudhole Stomping the crap out of Phenomenal but he went on a RAAAAAAAGE and threw Homicide out of the ring leaving Mainer as legal man. He lifted Mainer and then dropped him with a big-ass spinebuster. Mainer rolled up to his feet and Phenomenal tried an early Superman Punch but Mainer ducked and nailed him right in the teeth with his new signature the Shut the Fuck UpPPERCUT which was basically a squatted spinning dodge into a leaping uppercut straight to the jaw. Phenomenal went down like a bitch, his giant-slaying technique obviously working. Mainer put his boot on Phenomenal's chest and got a 2-count. However, a disturbance there ever was it indeed was in the force... or rather the audience.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 4, 2009 16:20:26 GMT -5
"Match Ending Announcement" Credit: Jonny Hughes, Danny Mainer, Chris Phenomenal Suddenly the crowd’s attention is drawn towards a figure rushing its way through the crowd, the cameras pick up the movement as the figure dives over the crowd barrier. We immediately recognise the man as “Spitfire” Jonny Hughes. Hughes slides into the ring, snooker cue in hand and smashes it over the back of Chris Phenomenal, the impact of which makes a sickening crack sound as the lead filled stick makes blistering contact with the back of the Entertainment Champion. Phenomenal drops to his hands and knees, allowing Hughes to swing the cue once again, this time slamming it down on the back of Phenomenal’s skull. Spitfire stands above the fallen body of Phenomenal for a second, admiring his handiwork, before turning his attentions to the other participants in this match, Danny Mainer and Lee Homicide. Mainer charges at Hughes who ducks a clothesline attempt before smashing the cue over Lee Homicide’s head, literally, sending shards of woods flying across the ring and leaving Lee Homicide to collapse to the mat. Hughes quickly turns his attention to Danny Mainer and kicks him in the solar plexus before hoisting him up in the air and delivering a quick Dream Shatterer that knocks Mainer for six. Hughes jumps up to his feet and realises that he has successfully neutralised all of the competitors, he walks over to Philip and demands the microphone from him. The fans shower Hughes with abuse, after all, he did just ruin an exciting match plus, he’s a bit of a dick. Jonny walks over to the fallen body of Danny Mainer and leans in close. Hughes: Mainer...The Crucible...I’m in.Hughes drops the microphone and quickly ducks out of the ring and walks to the timekeeper’s table, he snatches the contract for The Crucible out of his hand and heads for the ring. He then rolls back into the ring and leans back into Danny Mainer, grabbing his hand in the process. He examines the contract, checking Mainer’s signature and places the pen in the fallen man’s hand. Hughes carefully guides Mainer’s hand and has him sign the contract, thus making Hughes’ inclusion in The Crucible official. Once he has finished signing the contract he snatches the pen and clipboard from Mainer and blows on the ink and laughs as we fade to our next scene. Fade
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 4, 2009 16:20:57 GMT -5
Segment: I want in (Credit: Hitman)
We now cut into the back where Hitman is preparing for a real slugfest against Senator Steve Phillips, a man that once had Hitman under his wing with the Senatorial Stable. No doubt that a win over his former boss would provide the foundation of a strong return. But something else is bothering Hitman; namely, the Omega Effect PPV. He hasn't been on an Omega Effect to date and would love to have a chance to compete on what many consider the grandest stage of them all. Hitman then approaches Ginger's office. With the usual knocking-"come in"-enter routine done, Hitman is now face-to-face with Ginger.
Hitman: Mr. Gingerdude!
Ginger: Hello there, Hitman. What can I do for you?
Hitman soon has a solemn look on his face.
Hitman: I want Vincent Amott at Omega Effect. I want that little bastard and Mr. Lyngstad and Irie the Intimidator in the ring. Me and the rest of the boys vs. those three. What do you say?
Ginger: Hitman, I hate to tell you this but I can't make that match. Amott and Lyngstad aren't wrestlers and if something were to happen to them, they could probably sue the pants right off of us. Besides, Irie has the potential to injure you. I can't let that happen.
Hitman: Well, I guess I can deal with Amott and Lyngstad in my own time. But what about Omega Effect? Can't I have at least one match to make a good debut there?
Ginger soon begins to ponder possible opponents for Hitman. Suddenly, a smile creeps across his face and he nods.
Ginger: You know… I have an idea.
Hitman: Really?
Ginger: Couple of details to work out but I'll let you know on Monday.
Hitman: Okay… Thanks!
Hitman shrugs and turns, leaving the office to go prepare for Senator Steve Phillips tonight. Ginger sees the door close and begins to chuckle to himself, a wonderful idea brewing inside his head.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 4, 2009 16:21:35 GMT -5
Interview Time Jack Jefferson
Charlotte King, kitted out in an extremely low-cut dress, is staring into the camera with a microphone in her hand. Behind her is a flat screen TV displaying the ACW logo with the Meltdown logo directly below it. She smiles into the camera before she begins speaking.
Charlotte: I’m here with Jack Jefferson, who requested an interview after the events of earlier tonight involving him, LyCoS and Andrew Black.
The camera zooms out to show Jefferson, with an extremely angry expression on his face, pacing backwards and forwards.
Charlotte: ...
Jefferson: *cutting Charlotte off* Andrew Black, you’ve gotten yourself in way over your head boy! I dunno who the fuck you think you are to interrupt me and disrespect me like you did but I guarantee that you’ll regret it!
Charlotte: Some would say you brought it on yourself by interfering in the Cage Match between LyCoS and Andrew Black on Monday’s 5th Anniversary Show.
Jefferson: Yeah, well I would say...I don’t give a fuck about their shitty little Cage Match! LyCoS needed to be made an example of and I did just that, all Andrew Black had to do was watch, pick up the win, and get on with his life but the useless cunt couldn’t even do that. No, he had to complain about it like a bitch didn’t he?!
Charlotte: Erm...yes. Speaking of LyCoS, you promised that he is set to become just another example. What exactly do you have planned?
A sick smile spreads itself across Jefferson’s face as Charlotte asks this question.
Jefferson: Oh, you’ll find out soon enough Charlotte. I’m not stupid enough to reveal my plans before I put them into action. All you need to know is that LyCoS will be dealt with extremely soon...and when I’m done with him I’ll make an example out of Andrew Black as well!
Before Charlotte has chance to ask another question Jefferson storms off, he’s clearly said his part and isn’t interested in saying anything else. Charlotte, looking slightly confused, shrugs at the camera as we...
Fade to Black
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