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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 4, 2009 16:22:34 GMT -5
[Segment: Mess with the best go down like the rest! Or like usual in your case hehehe.] Credit: Bryce As we focus in we look upon the sight of a man frantically pacing from wall to wall in his locker room. With the room effectively divided into two with a bench in a middle and his locker to the near side by the door, an infuriated Bryce seems to be worked up about something. He runs his hand through his hair quickly with a look of disbelief upon his face before beginning to break his silence and let us all in on why he is acting in this manner.Bryce: Who does she think she is? WHO THE FUCK DOES SHE THINK SHE IS?! I don't know Bryce, who?Bryce: She thinks she can just come into my life and just reject me... Bryce pauses.Bryce: AGAIN! No one rejects me, NO ONE! Look at this person, look at me. Do I look like the kind of person who gets turned down by people? DO I? HUH?! Bryce stops and turns around to head towards his wall long mirror. Bryce: TAKE A LOOK! Bryce poses. He stands there in a trendy outfit of dark blue jeans and a black long sleeved xtreme couture top.Bryce: Look at this hair...look at this body...LOOK AT ME! I am the embodiment of perfection, the epitome of a true athlete. And yet...and yet she dares to reject me! He shakes his head with a sign of disgustBryce: Who does she think she is? It was her fault that things fucked up before and it's her fault that things have fucked up now! She was the one who approached me. She was the one who obviously didn't get over things! She just couldn't bare never having the chance to spend a night with me. He lets out a chuckle but then quickly returns to his rage filled rant.Bryce: Well it's too late now, Rena! Waaay too late! I never needed you back then and I certainly don't need you right now! I have women craaawling over me each and every night - and that's without whoring myself out like you do! No, Rena you may have so called contacts and influence in ACW but there is something I have that you don't and that is self-respect and DIGNITY! Bryce nods his head.Bryce: I bet you're sitting in your locker room right now and crying your cute little eyes out. I seem to have that effect on women when they suddenly realise what they've just lost, heh. Bryce smirks but from looking at his eyes you can see that he is masking his true emotions. He runs his hand through his hair again and straightens his jeans which threaten to drop down before exiting the room. He makes his way through the hallway with the same anger clearly visible on his face. A nearby camera man on break notices this he calls out to Bryce as he brushes past. Bryce turns but doesn't look best pleased.Lou The Cameraman: Hey man, you alright? Bryce raises an eyebrow and not just because this is Lou's first television appearance since J** Taylor decked him.Bryce: Am I alright he says. Am I alright...now that, that's good one I'll hand it to you! However *Bryce glances down at the name tag on Lou's shirt* Lou, as you can quite noticably see from my pissed off facial expression I'm not quite so alright at the moment! As Bryce looks like he is going to snap sooner rather than later Lou appears to be regretting taking an interest in the well being of others.Lou The Cameraman: Oh, what's wrong? Something bad happen? Bryce: Don't play dumb with me, I know you were listening in on me. Lou The Cameraman: Bryce shakes his head from side to side rapidly.Bryce: I don't have time to waste on this nonsense. It's obvious you were listening in, trying to catch the inside scoop on the life of Brycey! I don't blame you Lou, not one bit - god knows management want every snippet they can get on me. That would make you quite the well viewed employee one would imagine.. Lou is completely confused by all of Bryce's babble, and at that note so am I!Lou The Cameraman: Err... Bryce carries on.Bryce: Thinking about it, can you do me a favour? Lou The Cameraman: ...sure? Bryce: You know Rena? Lou The Cameraman: Yes, she's your image consul- Lou sees the look on Bryce's face and immediately stops.Bryce: Lou The Cameraman: She's a female wrestler. Bryce laughs to himself though Lou doesn't seem to get the funny side like Bryce does.Bryce: Aaaaanyway. Since you seem to have a line of communication with management, think you could try suggesting she be given the task of facing Hitman. Lou The Cameraman: ..you're serious aren't you. Bryce: Deadly! Let's see if that whore can sleep her way out of that predicament, eh! Lou The Cameraman: Uhhh...I guess I could put a word in for you... At this point Lou is simply trying to say the right things to get away from Bryce. Bryce seems to approve of Lou's answer.Bryce: Well, off you go then. I have business to attend to. Lou breathes a sigh of relief as he heads towards the management offices leaving Bryce on his own.Bryce: Nobody messes with Bryce and gets away with it, Rena! NOBODY! Heh... A truimphant Bryce stands there for several moments contemplating his next move as this interesting story takes yet another turn.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 4, 2009 16:23:39 GMT -5
Book 1: D-Town Chapter 9: An Unexpected Farewell Credit: Andrew Black [/i][/center] August 24th 2008All packed. Its 5AM in the morning and the sun is starting to rise. Tommy is still sleeping and I told him I was going to let him sleep so we said our goodbyes last night. As I leave our room with my bags, I expect to see my Dad passed out in his arm chair, but he is awake. He looks up at me and then gets up. We hug again. Don’t give him a hard time. It’s your job to repair this family.Ronald Black: Ok. And with those two letters, I leave the Black family trailer. I walk away without looking back, but I can’t help look up at Nicole’s place. But I also cannot bring myself to go in and apologize to her. Head hung in shame I make my way to the main road. I hear a car behind me, so I move over to the side of the road so it can go past me. It doesn’t, instead it drive along side me. I look up to see the dark SUV of Connor aka Present. Present: You fucked up. What?Present: You fucked up. She fucking hates your guts now. I keep my head low, not looking at him, hoping he will just go away. He stops following me, but I can’t get my hopes up as he just gets out of the car and steps in front of me. Not wanting any more trouble from this city, I try to just move around him, but he keeps stepping in front of me. C’mon man, I got places to go.Present: Yeah I know, Nicole told me all about it. Oh yeah?Present: She was crying all night. You messed her up pretty bad. I want to say something witty, but its not worth it. The leader of the Untouchables breaks the awkward silence. Present: You want a ride to the bus station? Nah. I’ve been waiting to take this walk.Present: Makes sense. Well, good luck. I know here we are enemies but anyone that gets out has got my respect. Thanks man.Present: But nothing is gonna change with me and your friends. I wouldn’t want it to change. You better watch her. You cross the line in anyway and your ass is grass.Present: Deal. He’s not a bad guy...we shake hands and go our separate ways. I walk down the streets of Detroit for hopefully the last time as he drives away, still basically the king of his domain. He can have it. I’m off for bigger and better things.
Fade to Black
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 4, 2009 16:24:03 GMT -5
Segment: The Request: Thunderkiss Version (Credit: TK, Senator)
Chairman Gingerdude prefers everything around him to be in its proper order, whether it be paperwork or the proceedings of Meltdown. Of course, this being ACW, that is rarely the case, but it hardly prevents Ginger from trying his best to decrease entropy and increase harmony in the fed, as he restacks his paperwork, and absentmindedly keeps an eye on his television monitor. Such a noble effort, unfortunately, goes right out the window, as a blustery Thunderkiss not only slams Ginger's door open, but manages to break the hinges in the process, before confronting the chairman, obliterating the meticulously organized stacks of paper, sweeping them onto the floor with an outstretched arm.
Ginger: You...you, you, you...
Thunderkiss: Me, me, me, me? Well, perhaps that’s the answer to my question, you forgot who I am because surely you wouldn’t allowed Senator to weasel his way into my biggest match ever without asking for my approval first!
Ginger: This is an outrage!
Thunderkiss: You’re damn right it is! Look here, "Dad," you know damn well that you can't get away with putting Phillips in this match without me agreeing to it! I wasn’t on the island, let alone the arena to even make that decision! You could have called me!
Ginger: All my attempts at calling you seemed to fail.
Thunderkiss: Yes, my phone was off but that changes absolutely nothing! You can't just let my rival in the most important match of the year without warning me! I worked DAMN hard to get into this match and you let this clown just waltz right into it? It’s a damn outrage, that’s what it is.
Ginger: Ok, first off, you're impossible to contact when you're away. Second, you can't just barge in here, destroy my doorway, and scatter my papers like a bloody burglar! That is intolerable action!
Thunderkiss: Look, fuck your papers! Did you not hear me Ginger? This is about OMEGA EFFECT and how you just made my life harder by turning the main event into a triple threat .... WITHOUT MY CONSENT!
Ginger: I did not put Phillips in the match! You need to sign here...or you would be signing the paper I had right here, before you brushed it off into oblivion! But seeing that you don't want him in the match, it doesn't really matter.
Thunderkiss: Oh... *slight pause* So I still get a say in this?
Ginger: Yes.
Thunderkiss: Well then, heh, who said I don't want a chance to cripple Phillips in a legit contest?
Ginger: You just did.
Thunderkiss: You better believe I want him in that match! Now find me that paper!
Ginger: That’s what this was about? A power trip? Honestly, Thunderkiss, grow up. And last I checked, I'm the boss around here, YOU find the paper.
Thunderkiss: And last I checked, I outweigh you by over a hundred pounds...fine, we'll both look.
After a bit of rummaging, Ginger finds the consent form, and puts it on the desk, before realizing that his pen, too went missing in TK's rampage, at which point, he produces a cheap Bic pen from his desk.
Ginger: Sign your name here, and Phillips will officially be in the match.
Thunderkiss: Now that's what I'm talking about! Steve Phillips, you just made the largest mistake of your life, butting your way into my match...
Thunderkiss stretches his fingers out, before grabbing the pen and forging a gigantic signature on the paper, more than doubling the size of Steele's own.
Thunderkiss: It's done...and so is Phillips...and Steele's reign on the title, too. Two birds. One stone. Gotta love it.
With those words, Thunderkiss inverts the pen and slams it into the desk before walking away, giving his father in law yet another headache...and another aspect of the never ending mess to clean up.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 4, 2009 16:27:47 GMT -5
Match 4: Rena Matheson vs. Andrew Black (Credit: Hitman)
Match was quick-paced; Black tried to end it early with the Insant KO but Rena managed to block it in time and kick Black off of her. Black tried to follow up but Rena hit some roundhouse kicks to the ribs. The ACW veteran then followed up with a bulldog for a close two count. Rena went after Black but Black responded by grabbing Rena by the front of her ring attire and tossing her into the turnbuckles, bouncing her head off the corner. Black's game plan became more vicious, hitting his series of multiple knee strikes and a DDT into a guillotine body choke. The ACW vet refused to quit and she soon mounted a comeback, beginning with a jawbreaker and ending with a Chick Kick. After a hurracanrana, Rena soon went for the Fade to Black. However, Black wasn't about to fade so he instead used a hammerlock lungblower. Black went for the Black Out but Rena showed off flexibility by bringing her lower body up and managing to roll Black into a cradle pin, getting the surprising victory. Rena celebrated as Black was left dumbfounded at the result.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 4, 2009 16:28:30 GMT -5
^ Background music ^ Credit: Rep The camera opens up to Alex Storm, wearing a suit and holding a microphone, standing in front of a gold and black ACW Wrestling banner, in true classic wrestling fashion, as "Natural One" by The Folk Implosion plays as background music. As Alex describes the events, clips of the action play with the date in the lower left corner.Alex Storm: Three weeks ago, the ever impressive Stan Vishis made an impact on the wrestling scene when he and his bully friends ambushed VorteX after a match with Andrew Starr.The brash and cocky young talent followed up on the win with an exclamation point when two weeks ago, "The Death Defying" Stan, ranked up a third consecutive pinfall victory in ACW over Brent Garland, remaining undefeated. I caught up with Stan for a few words after the attack... Cut to footage from three weeks ago with Alex interviewing Stan...Stan Vishis: The point I'm making is, VorteX is a pathological liar. He can't tell the truth to save his life! He's making up all this bullshit about me attacking him? THAT'S A JOKE, BRAH! Then he's gonna hit me with his finisher and then try to make it sound like he's gonna walk away from the situation? No sir-e bob. It's time to PAY THE FIDDLER, BASTARD. This still ain't over. Mark my damn words, Alex. Cut back to Alex with an unimpressed look.Alex Storm: You know, the guy's a true talent, but he's wasting it. What a logic on that guy. Anyway, even though the leader of this "impressive" group, The Reprobate, has been contracted to ACW for a little over a month, so far he has still yet to make his ACW in-ring debut. In fact, ACW officials have stated that during the events on Mondays and Thursdays, they can't even find him anywhere in the backstage area! In fact, he's actually gone missing for the past few weeks. He hasn't been on television for four weeks, and his last appearance on TV was a tape sent in from an unknown location. It was a very short 30 second clip at the end of the Reprobate Roundup on May 21st. But the strangest thing of all is that Rep's girlfriend, Christina, is present at all ACW events! Recently she was featured on the cover of KING Magazine, which immediately ceased production afterward. I think they were having too hard of a time trying to top a woman as good looking and they just gave up! Usually she's always at Rep's side and when he disappears, she follows! I don't want to start any rumors here, but could it be that Rep and Christina have had their first fight? I asked this question to Christina just a few days ago, and well... here's your answer! Cut to footage of Alex standing in front of a similar ACW banner with Christina standing beside him.Alex Storm: Well Christina, I know that you're a busty... I mean... busy... woman, but I can't help but notice that every week, Rep is no where to be found, but you are! Usually you two are always together, did something happen between you two? Alex reaches the mic for Christina's reply, she looks annoyed.Christina: No, ALEX. We are not breaking up. Rep told me that this problem with VorteX is getting to him and he needed time alone to clear his head. Alex Storm: WHAT!? Rep has been gotten to? Are you saying that the guy who shows NO emotion and feeds off of everyone else's misery is actually having a bad time? VorteX got in to Rep's head!? Are you sure Rep would want you to be telling me this? I'm sure if he finds out about this it's going to be MY fault and not yours! Christina: I don't KNOW, Alex. All I know is that Rep told me that he needed to take a break, and that's what he's doin'. I don't know where he is, but I do know that he will be back soon. VERY soon! And if he doesn't get back in time to whoop VorteX's ass, I'LL DO IT FOR HIM! Who does that bitch VorteX think he is talking to my man like that!? I will slap him in his face! But Rep... he is so wonderful. Christina places her hands on her chest... or her heart, and looks up, thinking about the good times she has had with Rep.Christina: And if VorteX ever touches my man, I'ma rip his dick off. Alex pulls the microphone away and quickly covers it with his hand, in shock at this vulgar language. Cut back to Alex Storm in the present.Alex Storm: What a... "sophisticated" mouth on such a young girl. Regardless of the two not having had an argument, even though Rep hasn't been around, today our producer was handed a tape by Stan Vishis, and we have it rolling! TV static erupts over Alex as the music ends, and a tape loads on to the screen of The Reprobate hunched over, standing in a ring at an unidentifiable location. A very small room, the ring looks very old. As the camera slowly slides side to side, the ring skirt is revealed to read "GWFWrestling.com" which possibly means that the location is the old GWF training dojo.Reprobate: Wrestling's greatest puppeteer. I hold all of the strings which decide the movements. I move an arm, I move a leg. I choose every movement. Stan Vishis, the easiest puppet to produce. He does what I say and has no problems doing it, logic doesn't interfere because he possess none. Josh the Jersey Boy, a harder subject, but I can get him to do anything too for the right price. Formerly a free agent hired gun, I paid him to be my exclusive assassin. He's a hitman, and he's more dangerous than Stan because not only does he posses no logic, but he knows it. I would say that he's lost his mind, but that would require him to have had one in the first place. Baron Trotter and Pistol Pete are similarly handled. They have low self esteem and they follow the example of JJB and Stan, which in turns means that they do as I say. All four of these men are what I like to think of as my own personal army. I don't care care if one of them drops dead, as long as they weren't fulfilling a mission of mine. But Stan was, VorteX. I don't care that you attacked Stan. I care that you derailed one of my henchman from fulfilling one of their duties. You involved yourself for seemingly no reason. I don't care that Stan was mouthing off to you, I care that you took him out. You injured his neck and stopped him from competing at Fallen Heroes. I had high hopes for that match, to make an impact... and you dared to screw with that? Rep brushes his hair back and leans further in to the ropes.Reprobate: That bothered me, but then in a true display of arrogance, you signed your death warrant when you not only attacked Stan again at Spring in to Hell, but you dared to threaten me and those who work for me. Your ignorance and arrogance will get the best of you, VorteX. If you continue to run your mouth, you will soon understand that not only can you not out-speak me, but you will not survive in the ring with me. Strength in numbers, as they always say, is the only true cliche in life. I'll use the resources available to me to make sure that you don't make this mistake again. With six against one, you better be prepared for what we have in store. TV static ends the tape and we cut back to Alex Storm, as "Natural One" by The Folk Implosion continues playing. Alex gives a "Shit's about to go down" face to the camera.Alex Storm: If there's one thing that I've learned not to do since knowing Rep for the past fifteen or so years, it's that you do NOT stand in his way or pose a threat without expecting a severe beating! But on the other side of the coin, I can understand why VorteX would want to slap Stan around. I feel REALLY bad about what is going to happen to VorteX, I really do. Poor guy has nobody to back him up. Alex cringes and walks off camera as it closes in on the ACW banner and whirls around, when "Misirlou" by Dick Dale and the Del-Tones begins playing. ^ Background music ^ As the Pulp Fiction music begins to play, a clip of VorteX's earlier promo challenging Stan Vishis to a fight plays. As the clip comes to an end, a shot of Stan Vishis standing in front of a black banner with the ACW logo written in red on it over a red globe comes up. The camera shakes and twists as Stan gets out his thoughts with much intensity.Stan Vishis: VorteX? He wants to step foot in the ring when I'm doing my thing? Everybody knows that Stan is the Show Stealer, the Real Dealer, the Deal Sealer, THE REAL DEAL SEALER!!! Camera backs up to reveal Pistol Pete standing, hunched over, by Stan's side.Stan Vishis: This grind is hard, Pete. Now turn up that heat and lay me down a beat! Camera zones in on Pete, who doesn't respond... and slowly raises his hands to his mouth... AND BUSTS OUT A DOPE ASS BEAT.Stan Vishis: Now you know it's vital to hold a wrestling recital, because Vishis is entitled to that Entertainment TITLE! UH! MY RHYMES ARE IN YOUR DNA, JAKE STEELE. ONE TIME FOR YOUR MIND! VorteX, I'm gonna tear your ass a new one in that ring, all you have to do is say the word, big boy. The camera twists upside down as we cut away to...JJB sits on a leather couch with his legs crossed, reclined and chilling, as Rep's girlfriend Christina sits on the other side, staring at the ground.Christina: I'm bored... take me shopping! JJB: You must be nuts, woman. Before Rep went in to seclusion, he told me that I should be resting up, he needs me for some big match. I can't go and risk my health just so you can get some new SNEAKERS! Christina: Rep said you have to do whatever I want. I WANT TO GO SHOPPING! NOW! JJB: Listen, BROAD. We're not going anywhere! After Josh yells at Christina, a facial expression of fury comes over Christina, and we quickly cut to...Baron Trotter stands outside the ACW arena at night. He stands in front of a white wall, the back door of the arena in the visible background, and it reads "Rep's Locker Room". Baron wears a muscle shirt with the words "Reprobate DAMAGE CONTROL" on the front.Baron Trotter: AY! This is The NEW F'n Deal, Baron Trotter. The head of security for Rep. As a damage control officer, my health is on the line every day, but I never get roughed up, because I'm the one who does the roughing up. I have the most dangerous job in the world, protecting one of the most hated men in ACW. But as long as I'm on the job, this is gonna be DANGEROUS... for everybody else who dares to step in to the ring while Rep is in there. To get through him, you have to go through me, and nobody gets through the New F'n Deal. Baron flexes and then turns around to reveal Reprobate.com written across the top of the shirt. He slowly walks over to the door on the background and knocks. The door is opened by Christina, who lets Baron in. Baron stops walking in his tracks and is shocked, as the camera runs over to the door to reveal JJB tied to a chair with a sock in his mouth. Baron grabs the sock out so JJB can speak.JJB: GET HER AWAY FROM ME! SHE'S INSANE! Cut to Stan and Pete lounging around backstage, a TV sits next to Stan.Stan Vishis: Yeah, Pete. That VorteX mufucka needs to recognize who he's messing with. Matta fack, I'm about to learn some cool new moves that I can use on him if he tries to challenge me to a brawl. Stan turns the TV on and hits play on the tape control. A Jake Steele match starts playing and Stan breaks out a small notepad and starts writing down notes.Stan Vishis: I got it! I got just the move that will take VorteX out. Stan grins wildly and jots down more notes.Cut to Baron untying the ropes around JJB's arms.JJB: BARON! Please, I'll pay you fifty bucks if you take her shopping! Just keep her AWAY from ME! Baron Trotter: Fifty bucks! Sounds good to me, dude. Baron stands up straight and turns to Christina.Baron Trotter: Come on, let's go get some kicks. Christina smiles.Christina: Okay... Before they leave, she turns to JJB, who is on the ground in the fetal position.Christina: ...Pussy! Cut to Rep sitting on the ground outside of the GWF training dojo.Reprobate: You made a grave mistake when you dared to threaten and challenge me, VorteX. A grave mistake which will lead you to your own early grave. The camera slowly turns to the other side of the area, to reveal a graveyard, which is right next to the GWF training dojo. The camera zooms in on a tombstone, which has the name "VorteX" written on it with black paint, over the actual engraved name. As the camera continues to zoom in, a visual transition effect twists the scene in to the next segment.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 4, 2009 16:28:52 GMT -5
Segment: To Live and Die, Part 8 (Credit: Lee)
Tight shot of Benny back at the card table.
Roy: Benny, guess who, man?
Benny doesn’t even bother to look up.
Benny: Shut the fuck up.
Lee: Benny.
Benny freezes, not quite believing his ears for a split second. He looks up to confirm his hunch. He has to remove his amber-colored aviators just to be sure. First a slick grin. Then an utterly amused chuckle.
Benny: Well, I’ll be. Welcome back, Mr. Lee.
Benny begins clapping mockingly. His card partners aren’t far to follow.
Benny: So, they finally let you out, huh? Sit down.
Benny snaps his fingers, and the other men sitting at the table vacate their seats. Lee warily makes his way over to the table and takes his seat, never once breaking eye contact with Benny. Lee recognizes the three boys loitering in the shadows of the room from the incident at the restaurant.
Benny: You want a drink?
Lee: Coke.
Benny: Fuck that, prissy boy. ( to Roy ) Get him a beer.
Roy scampers off.
Benny: So, six years, huh? Tell me something. How’s your ass feel?
Benny chortles smugly. Lee doesn’t find the same humor in the situation.
Lee: It’s not funny.
Benny: Oh, come on now. It must’ve been fun to finally run things. What do you want now? Come to pay respect to your humble boss man? Catch up on the old times?
Lee maintains his stone face.
Lee: Something like that.
Benny: Something like that. Ha. I think you’ve been in prison too long. I mean, I know that I am damn sexy, but, Lee, I sure hope you got better things to think about. What about your little girlfriend?
Benny speaks that last word with sick relish.
Benny: You know, I see her from time to time, and, oh man.
A lascivious smirk spreads itself across his mouth.
Benny: You should make her yours before someone else does. There’s absolutely nothing like a beautiful virgin flower. Unless, of course, some other lucky fuck has gotten to her first.
Lee clutches the switchblade tucked into his pocket.
Benny: Whatever happened to your little fat friend? Pete, right? That useless, fat fuck. I remember. You two were so close. Like brothers. What’s he doing?
Lee continues to glower at Benny, who doesn’t seem intimidated in the slightest.
Lee: School.
Benny: School is good. That’s good. It’s good to see someone you know doing something with his life. Reminds me. How’s your uncle? Hm? You know, actually, I’ve seen him quite a bit when you were gone.
Lee’s hand now begins to bleed as he grips his weapon, the blade digging into his flesh. Vibrant red blood begins trickling steadily onto the floor.
Benny: He spent a lot of time in my gambling house. Too bad he never did hit that big jackpot. Yeah, but still, since you were always like family to me, I always did buy him a drink or two.
Close-up of the pool of blood that has accumulated near Lee’s feet.
Benny: Or three. Four. Sometimes even--
Lee: Enough!
Lee bursts up from his seat and slams his fists onto the table, sending a thunderous bang echoing around the room. The three goons lurking in the background rush to the defense of their boss. Benny’s hand immediately shoots up to stay their charge.
Lee: Don’t.
For what seems like eons to both men, they remain stark still, Lee staring daggers at Benny, who returns in kind with that same conceited grin plastered across his countenance.
Roy returns with two beers.
Roy: What’s going on?
Benny: ( flippant ) Nothing.
He doesn’t turn his gaze away from Lee.
Benny: We’re just, uh...catching up on the old times.
Lee considers his chances, seemingly for the first time, and eventually decides this is a battle he can’t hope to win. He feels foolish for even considering it in the first place.
Benny: But I think it’s time for Lee to go home now. Your uncle must be worried sick.
A lone tear trickles down Lee’s cheek. In that lone tear is enclosed fear, shame, and anger.
Benny: You’re dismissed.
Benny glibly waves him off. Lee grits his teeth, then storms out of the room. Benny watches him with haughty delight. Benny’s attention is suddenly turned toward the handprint of blood fixed onto the side of the table opposite him, where Lee had just been sitting. For the first time in a while, the victor’s smile leaves his face.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 4, 2009 16:29:19 GMT -5
Segment save for Hitman of the Gods
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 4, 2009 16:29:39 GMT -5
Segment: Come Out of the Clos-- Locker (Credit: Train and Mainer)
The Road Steelers locker room. Empty. For now....However, a strange presence is felt as if someone is watching. We approach the lockers set up in the locker room and go to the largest one, Thunder Train. Suddenly, it is opened and a man pulls in the camera man and slams it shut. The light pepping through the cracks in the locker reveal a man, Danny Mainer. Mainer puts his finger over his mouth at the camera man.
Danny Mainer *Whispering*: "Shut the Hell up, camera guy. I've killed for less. Using my intense ninja stealth skills I was able to break into here and hide. Having the blue prints of this arena also gave me ways to identify more access points then a sea sponge. Now, for a segment I like to call "Messin' with Trainsquatch"."
Just then, Train walks into the room and looks around. Right away he knows that something is wrong, but he can't tell what. He gets closer to the lockers and it looks as if he's seen something. He gets right up to the lockers and lets in a hard sniff. Nothing, he turns around but Mainer speaks up.
Danny Mainer *Whispering*: "Hey Train....oh traiiiiiiiiin"
Train looks widely around the room.
Thunder Train: WHO DID THAT? IS THERE ANOTHER GHOST IN HERE? I WILL HURT YOU LIKE I DID HITMAN!
Danny Mainer *Whispering*: "How's it going Train?"
Thunder Train: G-Good....who is this?
Danny Mainer *Whispering*: "I am a ghooooost from the future here to warn you...."
Thunder Train: WARN ME ABOUT WHAT?
Danny Mainer *Whispering*: "The future..."
Thunder Train: What's in the future?
Danny Mainer *Whispering*: "Bad things..."
Thunder Train: Like what?
Danny Mainer *Whispering*: "Very bad things..."
Thunder Train: LIKE WHAT?
Danny Mainer *Whispering*: No food...
Thunder Train: NO! YOU ARE LYING TO ME! THERE HAS TO BE FOOD IN THE FUTURE! How do people get energy!?!?
Danny Mainer *Whispering*: "There is a pill in the future that you take when you are born and it gives you everything you need to live 900 years..."
Thunder Train: Oh God! How do I stop this?
Danny Mainer *Whispering*: "Stop eating food."
Thunder Train: What? I can't do that! I need to eat! OM NOM NOM!
Danny Mainer *Whispering*: "No you idiot. You are the reason for the lack of food around the world!"
Thunder Train: OH NO! I GUESS I HAVE TO GO SAVE MY SUPPLY THEN!
Train turns to his locker...
Danny Mainer: "Oh fuck... TRAIN NO!"
But it's too late, Train rips the door from his locker and begins to grab his food. It takes him a minute, but he realizes that Mainer and a camera man are standing there.
Thunder Train: DANNY MAINER? IN MY LOCKERZ?
Danny Mainer: "It's more likely than you think."
Thunder Train: Shut up...
Danny Mainer: "Hey man, calm down. This was just a little joke, nobody got hurt."
Thunder Train: NOBODY GOT HURT? YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK.
Danny Mainer: "Oh come on! You say that like it's diffic-HEY WAIT! Let go of me you prick!"
Train picks up Mainer and walks over to the door. He then proceeds to throw him outside through the door. Mainer lands on the concrete hard and holds the back of his head. The camera man follows and we get a really interesting first person look at what happens when you are tossed by Train.
Danny Mainer: "Well that didn't work as planned. Let's try this another day when Train isn't as aware."
Thunder Train: I HEARD THAT!
Danny Mainer: "I KNOW!!! Wait a minute..., my wallet, Train you-... NOOOOOOOOOO! MY FIGHT MONEY!"
End.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 4, 2009 16:29:55 GMT -5
Drunken Slip-Ups Jack Jefferson
O’Neil’s, the local scummy watering hole where Jefferson recently became re-acquainted with Tommy Fingers and the venue for a drinking session between “the lads” for this evening. Fingers, glad to have Jefferson back on board, has invited him out for a drinking session with the rest of Big Terry’s crew. When Jefferson arrives he heads straight for the bar, ordering himself a beer and enjoying the first swig immensely and letting out a satisfied “aaaah!” A hand grasps him by the shoulder and Jefferson whirls around to see an already inebriated Tommy Fingers grinning drunkenly at him.
Tommy: HEEEYYYY! You’re a bit late so we all started without ya!
Jefferson: Haha! I expected nothing less Tommy, trust me.
Tommy: Haha! Good, now lemme introduce you to the rest of the lads.
Tommy drunkenly stumbles away towards the pool table and Jefferson follows him, not saying much. As they reach the pool table the two people playing and one spectator look up expectantly at Tommy.
Tommy: Lads, this is the guy I was telling you about. Jack, I’d like to introduce you to Mick Knuckles...
Tommy points to the large guy, pushing 7 feet, who was observing the pool game. He has a shaven head, muscular arms covered in tattoos, and a scar running down the left side of his face. He cracks his knuckles loudly, wrapping one huge hand around the other, as he nods at Jefferson.
Tommy: ...Romeo George...
A slightly greasy looking man, with his black hair slicked back, looks up from the pool shot he’s in the middle of taking. He smiles at Jefferson, showing off perfectly whitened teeth and also revealing that he possesses a horribly creep grin.
Tommy: ...and this is Jeff.
Jefferson: Just Jeff?
Tommy: Yeah, Jeff doesn’t have a nickname...he’s not exactly one of us but he’s a computer whizz.
Tommy isn’t kidding, Jeff is stood at the other end of the pool table and he doesn’t look like he belongs at all. He is quite tall, lanky even, and is wearing a white shirt with a navy blue cardigan over it as well as a pair of black chinos. His hair is curly, slightly out of control and slightly greasy. He takes a sip from his diet coke and waves at Jefferson, who shakes his head in response.
Tommy: Well, that’s the boys Jack. Glad you’re one of us again! For a while I thought you weren’t gonna join us and I was gonna have to take your kneecaps, glad I didn’t have to do that.
Jefferson: Kneecaps? I thought digits were your thing?
Tommy: Yeah, well you know how it is...I do what I’m told by the big man!
This drunken slip of the tongue causes Jefferson’s face to darken significantly. The cogs can almost be seen whirring in his head until his thoughts are interrupted by Tommy thrusting a shot of clear liquid in his face.
Tommy: Saammbuuuccaaa! Hahaha!
Jefferson fixes his face into an unconvincing smile but he takes the shot and knocks it back with great relish. He then proceeds to down the rest of the contents of his bottle of beer.
Fade to Black
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 4, 2009 16:36:53 GMT -5
Match 5: Hitman of the Gods vs. The Senator
Will be posted when recieved.
Winner: Senator
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 4, 2009 16:41:11 GMT -5
Closing Segment: Broken Promise Credit: Jake Steele, Thunderkiss, Thunder Train We’re at the end of the night, and with this could only mean one thing, something is about to happen, and it’s about to happen now. As we return from commercial break, Thunder Train stands in the ring ready to brawl with his eventual Omega Effect opponent, Dave Shadow. Microphone placed in his hand, he reminds him of where he should be right now, calling him out.Thunder Train: Come on out Shadow, Kiss, whoever has my sister - come out now!Train drops the microphone, waiting for him to arrive, as well as the fans who also sit in deep anticipation. But he isn’t going to get Mr. Shadow tonight. Instead, “God of Thunder” by Iced Earth strikes through the PA System and stepping through the curtain comes none other than Thunderkiss, though he is not empty handed as he grips a lead pipe tightly within his palm. Thunder Train looks more than agitated from this appearance than surprised, and noticing the weapon sends him to a place you do not want Thunder Train - a place of anger. He balls up his fist and stands back, while Thunderkiss continues to make his way down the ramp. Kiss stops at the very top of the ramp and taps his pipe into his hand, while Train eggs him to come into the ring. Though not before he reassures Train that they are infact all alone. He looks back towards the Alphatron, and the rage within Train grows larger as a forklift is shown in front of the Road Steelers locker room, and Kiss can only smile as he knows this will be just the two of them.Thunderkiss: Yeah, Train, I got your sister right here. Nah, it’s really just a lead pipe but really, who can tell the difference? Both are thick and sometimes full of shit.Kiss turns to the ring steps and begins walking up them, still taking his time to enter the ring. He stares out at Train, who stands waiting, trading the glance between a man who he once followed and could have even called a mentor. Oh how time changes people, and situations. Thunderkiss smirks, as he finally enters the ring and stands directly across from Thunder Train. They trade a sharp glance between each other, and for a moment it seems as if time is standing still. Thunderkiss has promised to himself that he would take out every last member of the Road Steelers, one by one and sooner than later he now plans on adding Train to the list. Train is ready for whatever, as Kiss begins taking steps closer towards the International Champion. His steps almost methodical as he approaches nearer towards Train, and then he lunges forward with the pipe, to which Train dodges it. His dodge is ill-faulted, as Kiss swings the pipe around and strikes Train in his back, which halts the giant in his tracks.Thunderkiss: Kneel, bitch. Kneel.Thunder Train drops to an knee, and Kiss approaches him, standing over Train with a lead pipe placed directly over his head. The fans watch for the worst to occur next, and soon cheering is heard. At first it can be only explained as the Kiss Army being the rebellious group they are, but then the cheers rise above that, they almost explode. Kiss shrugs it off, but to his surprise, Jake Steele appears out of nowhere to stop his attack, elbowing him in the back of his head and causing him to drop the pipe in the process.“Fast” Eddie Edison: I - I thought all of the Road Steelers were trapped in that locker room, Maxwell? Where did Steele come from!? Maxwell McNally: I think he came from under the ring. We haven’t heard from him all night, and he couldn’t have been in that locker room either! Either way, he just protected Thunder Train from having his brains smashed in! Thunderkiss: What the Fu - ~!~WHAM~!~ Jake Steele starts putting the boots to Thunderkiss, and as Train rises back to a vertical base, he joins with his brother in the beginning of what would seem as a brutal beatdown. The Steelers stomp away the body of Kiss, each boot stomp stinging worse than the last for the number one contender. After enough stomps, both Steele and Train back off, but obviously not for long at all. They pick up Kiss, and irish whip him into the ropes. This plans backfires, as Kiss rebounds off of the ropes and catches both the Steelers in surprise, knocking them down to a much larger range of cheers than moments ago. Kiss without a second thought, immediately goes after Jake Steele, picking him up off of his feet and beginning to unleash a wide range of lefts and rights to his facial features. Steele is taken back by these hard blows, witnessing the strength of the Worldbreaker first hand. Eventually, Kiss punches Steele into a corner, literally. Steele is pressed back up against the turnbuckle, where Kiss strikes him with another blow, leaving him to the corner just for a moment. He quickly comes charging back with a hard clothesline, which sees Jake Steele to stumbling out of it and then being lifted into the air, pressed over the head of Thunderkiss. Steele shakes his head left to right, not wanting to feel the wrath of Heaven’s Door. Luckily, he doesn’t, as Thunder Train returns to action, chopping down the Worldbreaker with a football like tackle to the leg of Kiss, which effectively causes him to drop Steele and fall to a knee, clutching onto the back of his leg in pain. Steele lands on his feet, backing up into the corner for a second to catch his breath as he looks on at Train and can’t help but smile as once again he had his partner there to watch his back.
Jake Steele pops out of the corner and he launches his size 14 boot right up against the side of Thunderkiss‘ head with the Bigger Boot! Thunderkiss has no choice but to fall to the mat, but everyone in the arena knows that although he is down - he is not out. Jake Steele definitely knows this firsthand which prompts him to exit the ring and approach Phillip Jones, telling him to properly get the fuck up. Phillip would be smart to oblige, but he isn‘t fast enough for the champion‘s taste, so he gets shoved to the side and has the chair pulled from underneath him. Steele then finds himself looking under the apron, now to find a second chair which he pulls out, sliding both into the ring.Maxwell McNally:[/color] Oh my. I’m afraid of what his intentions are at the moment with those chairs. “Fast” Eddie Edison:[/b] I’m not quite sure either, but I have a feeling that we’re about to find out soon! As Jake Steele slides into the ring, he walks up to Thunder Train and silently tells him something into his ear. Train only nods, before he starts backing off and then leaving the ring, heading up the ramp as the smile on Steele’s face grows larger, turning his attention back to Thunderkiss. Steele begins to creep towards the body of Thunderkiss, as he drops to a knee and slides the first chair under his face. Making sure he’s down, Steele smashes Kiss’ head into the chairs as he stands back up. Grasping the chair in the palm of his hands, Jake Steele lifts the chair high above his head - those in the crowd brace themselves what may occur next - but they are thoroughly surprised as Steele has second thoughts, lowering the chair down back to his side. He turns away from Thunderkiss, running his hand over his hair as he drops the chair and leaves the ring, walking over to the ring steps and staring out into the crowd with a look of thought on his face. “Fast” Eddie Edison: …Maybe he’s having second thoughts about this? Maxwell McNally: He just might be. After all, the last time he let his anger take control he wound up breaking a man’s arm. Think about what would happen if he decided to bash Thunderkiss’ brains in, the boss couldn’t be happy after that one. “Fast” Eddie Edison:[/color] Well let’s just hope he turns around, and walks up that ramp. Because if he doesn’t - it won’t be pretty. As Jake Steele watches the crowd’s reaction, he hears a mixed sound. On one side there are those same cheers, those same cheers that have motivated him through dozen of matches over the past few months, ever since February. Those same cheers that helped him defeat Jay Zero to become World Heavyweight Champion, and those same cheers that helped him retain his championship in the toughest of situations. While he hears those cheers resonate throughout the arena, he also hears something different. Steele hears people booing his name, and deep down he knows that it’s far more than just the Kiss Army bringing in the jeers. He runs his hands through his hair once again, turning away from the steel steps and taking a moment only to himself. He takes a deep breath… and then he spins around, kicking the top step off of the bottom. Steele steps over the bottom step, pulling the top step up and then sliding it into the ring, following it closely. As he rolls back into the ring, he notices that Thunderkiss, being the resilient S.O.B that he is, trying to rise back to his feet. Steele watches and all he can do is close his eyes and shake his head, creeping down and picking the step up. No more than a few seconds after Thunderkiss makes it fully back up to his feet, Steele charges at him with the steps, knocking him right back down to the canvas.
Steele drops the steps, and he stands over Thunderkiss. He notices a gash over his forehead and the sight of this brings one devilish smirk over the face of the champ. But even the sight of that doesn’t bring enough joy to Steele. He wants more pain, and he plans on bringing more now. Steele grabs Thunderkiss by his arm and he begins pulling him to the corner of the ring. Stomping on the arm and then the body of Thunderkiss, Jake Steele makes sure he’s weakened just right for what comes next. Jake Steele walks over to the ring steps, and he takes them by the handles, pulling them near Thunderkiss. As those in the crowd begin to sense what is coming next, Steele can only continue to smile. He takes the ring steps and pulls them over the hand of Thunderkiss. Jake Steele slowly steps up on the turnbuckle, each step letting the idea sink into the rest of the crowd, and those in the backstage area. After a few moments, Jake Steele stands at the top of the turnbuckle and he takes in one last deep, deep breath. And then…Thunderkiss: AUUUUGHH![/I][/B][/COLOR] Jake Steele launches off of the turnbuckle, landing directly onto the steps, effectively crushing Thunderkiss’ wrist underneath the pressure. Thunderkiss lets out a loud, primal like scream, and as Jake Steele rolls off and lays on his knees, it becomes clear. The World Heavyweight Champion no longer cares about consequences, he no longer cares about what may happen in the future, he could be fired right now and to him - it wouldn’t matter. Because he vowed to the ACW community that he would take out Thunderkiss, he vowed that he would remain as World Champion, and he vowed he would do anything for that. First Macho Man RDK, and now… this. In what may be a true first, Thunderkiss screams out in continuous pain, having been not only outsmarted, but physically destroyed. As the camera closes up on the Worldbreaker’s face, the agony is evident and clear as day. And as the camera shifts it’s focus back on Jake Steele, the maliciousness is just as clear. Steele watches his arch enemy scream death into the air, and satisfaction is the perfect expression that can be described at the moment for Steele. Even those in the crowd, who tried to stand by Jake Steele are now either silent, or full fledged against him with jeers pointed straight in his direction, almost drowning him in their blatant disapproval of this brutal situation.
The World Heavyweight Champion though no longer vies for cheers… because his own agenda has been made clear.
With only two weeks left before the biggest event of the year, Thunderkiss’ dream of Main Eventing has now been shattered, along with the bones in his wrist and possibly his fingers.
Jake Steele is one vicious motherfucker… who will truly be able to stop his reign?
Fade
End Show
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Post by xs3 on Jun 4, 2009 16:43:03 GMT -5
FUCKING THANK YOU STEELE FOR FINALLY TURNING HEEL ON YOUR STUPID JUNGLE BUNNY FANS. NOW BOO THIS MAN!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
And apologies for my missing stuff. It will be sent in shortly.
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Post by bryce on Jun 4, 2009 16:43:09 GMT -5
The amount of missing matches is ridiculous.
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Post by rep on Jun 4, 2009 16:55:18 GMT -5
Quick note about the final segment.
All I can say is wow... in a very, very bad way. I don't even know if I should elaborate on that. I don't think I will. That's just... asking for trouble.
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Post by rep on Jun 4, 2009 19:05:25 GMT -5
Main Event scene I'm very disappointed with the way this played out. The final segment in particular was very bad. I don't understand why Train was involved in to this in the first place, but he should be doing his own thing, and Jake and Kiss would benefit from doing their own thing too. I don't even understand how the involvement of The Road Steelers would benefit this in any way. Half of them are still faces and from what is happening here, Jake is turning heel. It makes no sense for them to continue being on his side, Train is a tweener, this doesn't affect him. But Davey and Starr, who JUST joined, are now left looking like retards. This was all extremely short sighted, and I don't like where it's going, to be honest. The descriptions were written like a promo.
As Jake Steele watches the crowd’s reaction, he hears a mixed sound. On one side there are those same cheers, those same cheers that have motivated him through dozen of matches over the past few months, ever since February. Those same cheers that helped him defeat Jay Zero to become World Heavyweight Champion, and those same cheers that helped him retain his championship in the toughest of situations. While he hears those cheers resonate throughout the arena, he also hears something different. Steele hears people booing his name, and deep down he knows that it’s far more than just the Kiss Army bringing in the jeers.
That's something that you do in a promo, not a description. On top of all of this, the "brawl" made Jake look like a complete pussy who NEEDS his stable to win a brawl, a fight, a match... and in turn, the World Title. Unless you build your character around that (like I have) it makes you look like a complete wuss when you do it. The problem is that Jake has actually been building his character on what a GREAT wrestler he is, but for some reason he can't even win a fight alone? Bullshit. Not only that but the brawl was cluttered and I had a hard time following it because there was so much going on at once. All in all as I said, I don't like where this is going.
Michael Smart: Another good promo this week, I'm glad that you're building up both of your characters at once prepping them for when they first show up in front of a crowd. The way that they react to each other is clearly what makes them interesting, hopefully you get a match soon to kick this in to second gear.
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