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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2009 16:41:02 GMT -5
Monday Night Warfare 8th June 2009
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Bradley Alexander and Michael Smart vs. Jin and Alex Trixer
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Vortex Vs. Rawt vs. LyCoS
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Jack Jefferson vs. Bryce
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Rena vs. Hitman
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Dave Shadow vs. Jake Steele
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2009 16:42:04 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Don't Touch Me Now (Credit: Steele, Senator)
The ACW audience, although stunned from the actions of last week, still give its champion his dues, in a mix of cheers and boos as the show opens to Jake Steele standing in the ring, ACW World Heavyweight Title over his shoulder, looking out with an apprehensive view at the fans. Steele's attack on Thunderkiss surely has shaken the followers of the Road Steelers, but a good deal of them are more silent that disapproving, waiting for their hero to explain his actions. He even pulls up a chair which received from Phillip Jones, sitting square in the middle of the ring as he looks out into the crowd.
Steele: Ever since last week... all I've heard, from everybody I know... is why? Everybody wants to know why I came out to this ring, why I took matters into my own hands, and why I proceeded to end the careers of two washed up, tired, played out, has beens! They honestly are clueless as to why I did what I did, but if they were truly listening... they wouldn't be asking why, they would have been asking "when".
I made it known from jumpstreet, Macho Man RDK and Thunderkiss' careers were livin' on borrowed time. I mean, yeah, I let them ride it out, win a title here or there but just like I said all the way back in January, when I got a hold of 'em, I would make sure they wouldn't wrestle another match. It's as simple as that. Call me the villian, call me evil, call me ruthless. Call me whatever you want, but in return I'mma call you all fools!
You should have seen it comin', you should have known what I have it up my sleeve, but all of you loved me too much! You saw me as your hero, yo knight and shinin' armor, yo savior! You saw me as what you all believed I was, but you failed to realize what is truly before you. And if you think last week was the end of what is comin' next... I want you all to watch just what I do to Dave Shadow. Because he -
Before long, "Hail to the Chief" airs over the ACW Arena, and Senator Steve Phillips makes his entrance to a decisive array of jeers. Phillips wastes no time in getting to the ring, microphone in hand, as he confronts the current champion.
Steele: Yo, I know you think you all big and stuff, but you best watch where you step in my ring, dig?
Senator: Mr. Steele, you may think you can cross my path with impunity, but you are quite mistaken in your abundant delusions.
Steele: Hey! I don't need any racist asshole to get in my face, but if you want to stay here, I can deal with that... you won't not like the consequences, I promise, though.
Senator: Look, you can engage in physical assasination on Thunderkiss, he shall survive, whether intact for Omega Effect or not, preferably not. But you decided to take things a step further, did you not? For last week, you decided to participate in a calculated tactic of character assassination on yours truly, a move that not only denigrates me in the short term, but could cause actual long term damage in my political career! Do you have any clue what sort of a mess you could cause here? Do you have any sort of an idea in your twisted, misguided head what you are doing?
Steele: I call it like I see it.
Senator: How DARE you imply, nay, accuse me outright of hating you on the basis of your skin color? I despise you for being an irresponsible, crude, incomprehensable, disrespectful, impudent upstart, not for having skin that happens to be a shade darker than my own!
Steele: Yeah, whatever, Jim Crow.
Senator: Why you moron, I ought to...
Before he even finishes his sentance, the redfaced Senator lashes out with a big right hand, which Steele instinctually blocks, and responds with one of his own. Phillips catches it right on his chin, and while he turns with the punch, he immediatly whips his head back around, and clocks Steele with an elbow. The two fully erupt into a Pier 6 brawl, wildly exchanging punches, knees, chops, and even headbutts until...
??: That will be well enough.
Chairman Gingerdude walks out, with security at his side, and his usual dour complexion is shaded with frustration. Phillips and Steele both cease their fighting to turn their attention to the entrance.
Ginger: You two could hardly wait for me to arrive, could you? Jake Steele, I expect more from my champion. Steve Phillips, this is an embarrasment, given your stature and experience. Now then, I will proceed with what I planned to do in the first place. Last week, Jake Steele attacked the number one contender for his title, and in that attack, he inflicted an injury on Thunderkiss. Unfortunatly, Thunderkiss appears to have suffered a fractured hand, and will not be able to heal in time to compete at Omega Effect. As such, and thanks to the contract signings last week, Senator Steve Phillips will officiallly take his place in our main event. There will, however, be an additional rule. From here on out, there will be no physical altercations between the competitors! Anyone who wants to forfeit his place in the main event can throw a punch right now. I have no problem vacating the title and finding two new competitors, either. I trust you all understand what I just told you, and I thank you each for your future participation.
Ginger walks off the stage, leaving Steele and Phillips to their own devices in the ring. Steele, finding his dropped microphone nearby, picks it up with an exaggurated look of disapproval.
Steele: Yeah that means you too, Bull Connor! No firehoses, dogs, or nothing like that, you dig?
Senator: ...
Phillips, for a very rare moment in his life, is completely speechless, and merely fires back with a stare as deadly as has ever been seen in ACW. What will occur with these new developments? What will Thunderkiss do, now that he cannot fight at Omega Effect? Will Jake Steele's mindgames backfire? Can Steve Phillips possibly find something nice to say about the fans? Keep watching on, dear viewers, and perhaps your questions shall be answered...
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2009 16:42:29 GMT -5
Segment: 23:59 (Credit: ??)
The following takes place between 20:00 and 22:00.....provided the show isn’t running late..... “Ginger’s Theme” starts to play over the ACW sound system, as the chairman of ACW, Gingerdude, walks out through the curtains. The crowd give him a resounding boo, but he doesn’t seem to be disturbed by it at all. He stands at the top of the ramp, looking around him with a big smile plastered across his face.
Gingerdude: Ladies and gentlemen, last week, ACW.com broke a news story, when it was announced that an ACW superstar will play a major role in the next series of FOX’s hit TV show, 24. As chairman of this fine company, it was put to me to find a man who I would be happy to send as a representative. A representative of not only myself, but of each and every member of the roster backstage. This decision was not a hard one to make. I chose the man who has vowed to drag ACW back to the glory days it once enjoyed.... The crowd start booing again, as they all start to realise where this is going.
Gingerdude: ...so I have chosen a very close friend of mine, and the perfect man to star in the show..... Dave Shadow!“Come with me” hits the speakers, as Dave Shadow walks out through the curtains, dressed in his wrestling gear. Although it has been a week since we last saw him, his face still looks slightly brown and bruised from his battle with Dan White. The way he walks shows clearly that he is still not fully recovered from that battle, but the smile on his face shows he has put the loss behind him. He walks up to Gingerdude and shakes his hand, before Gingerdude hands him the microphone and walks backstage again, leaving Dave to address the crowd.
Dave: Last week, I engaged in a battle of epic proportions with Dan White. And while I may have lost that battle, at least I came away knowing that the only way Dan could win was through blackmail, through deceit and through ill tactics. Dan White needed five chairs to keep me down for the three count. I beat him fair and square at Spring into Hell, and as far as I’m concerned, that was the battle that mattered. The crowd boo Dave quite loudly, not taking too kindly to the obvious hypocritical nature of his speech. He ignores them though, ploughing on with what he was saying.
Dave: Regardless of whatever the record books may now show, I can at least move on with my life and my career in ACW. Dan White is someone else’s problem now. I humiliated him, and I know, just as he knows and just as each and every one of you know, that I am the true victor in the battle between White and Shadow. And regardless of what you all say, you know that in time to come, no one will remember that worthless piece of trash, Dan White. But everyone will remember yours truly.
That is why Mr. Gingerdude chose me to represent him in the upcoming series of 24. That is why the ACW chairman has chosen me to be the representative of this company. Because unlike thugs and hooligans like Dan White, I am someone you can send to represent your company, and someone you can be proud of. Someone kids can look up to, who men can stride to be and who women can aim to make their men more like. I accept this responsibility on behalf of the ACW roster and on behalf of each and every one of you fans. And you may not like that. But when you turn on your TVs in the autumn, and when you tune in to watch Dave Shadow vs Jack Bauer, you will thank me for the amazing job that I do.Dave turns to head backstage, as the crowd think “good riddance”. However, it appears as if Dave has one last thing to say; he stops before he exits, and speaks once more, this time without turning back to look at the crowd.
Dave: I forgot. I’ll be back out later on this evening. It’s time I called Thunder Train out. No more running. No more hiding. No more snivelling. It’s time to finish this.....Dave’s music hits as he moves forward again through the curtains. It looks like we haven’t heard the last of Dave Shadow here tonight. (Obviously, credit to Dave Shadow >_>)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2009 16:43:01 GMT -5
C O N G R A T U L A T I O N S ! it's a bitch[/center][/font] Credit: Rena & Andrew Black Letting her hair out of her tight bun, Rena walked at a faster pace towards her office. As she turned around the corner, however, Charlotte was standing with a big smile on her face. Rena: Fuck! Charlotte, you scared me! Charlotte: Oh, I'm so sorry! I just came to see how you are. Rena: ? Charlotte: It must be tough. Rena: Excuse me? Charlotte: Well, being- Rena: Charlotte, I have business to attend to. Excuse me. Charlotte: Oh, sorry! Before Rena could move away, Charlotte rubbed Rena's stomach and winked at her.Rena: ... what ... the ... fuck ... After a small pause, Rena shook her head and rushed to her office. She grabbed the handle and placed the key into the door when ...Andrew Black: Well, well, well ... Rena Matheson. Rena: Oh, for fuck's sake, this day is just getting better and better every second. Spinning around, Rena leans her body against a door. Crossing her arms, she looks up at the man she faced last week.Rena: And what the fuck would you like now? Another beating? Andrew: Ha Ha, very funny. I came to see how fat you're getting. Rena: Excuse me? Andrew: HOW. FAT. YOU. ARE. GETT- Rena: I heard you, boob! Andrew: And I just came to see if the rumors are true. Rena: About what? Andrew: Is it true someone actually fucked you and got you knocked up? Rena: EXCUSE ME!? Andrew: Yeah. I heard that- Rena: Shut up, you idiot! looking behind her, Rena opened the door to her office. As she moved in slowly her mouth opened wide in surprise. Andrew looked over her shoulder and laughed so hard he had to leave immediately. The room was filled with baby essentials. A cradle, clothes, playpen, etc. were thrown around the room in an ornate fashion. In the middle of the room, however, was a large envelop. Rena grabbed it quickly and tore it open.Rena, Heard you were knocked up. Can't believe someone fucked you. Bryce. Rena: FUCKING BRYCE! She grabbed the nearest thing to her and threw it against the wall.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2009 16:43:20 GMT -5
Segment: A slice of history part I (Credit: Michael Smart)
A video clip starts playing on the alphatron. It starts with a shot of a somewhat wide building with gray walls. There's a sign above a door leading into the building, but the camera is too far for the text to be clear. The sky is dark from clouds as it is raining. Michael Smart walks into the shot from the right, wearing a black coat, looking at the camera with a small smile on his face.
Michael Smart: Hello, and welcome to Chicago. My name is Michael Smart, and what you're looking at is the building where I was trained to become a wrestler. My uncle, Mark Smart, is in charge of the place. Called the Smart Wrestling School, in this building many have been trained to become great wrestlers. Let's take a look inside, shall we?
The scene cuts to the inside of the building, more accurately the room the ring is in. The camera shows the ring for a moment before turning to show Michael, now without the coat, walking beside the ring towards the camera, speaking while walking.
Michael Smart: In this very ring I learned my first move, a headlock. It is also the place where I learned my second move, third move, fourth move and so on. In fact, most of my wrestling skills before I joined the big leagues I got in this exact ring. Even this very day it is still used to teach young aspiring wrestlers. Occasionally this place is also used for small wrestling shows, but that is a story for another time.
Cut to a gym with multiple weights, two exercise bikes, a treadmill and other machines. Michael is shown jogging on the treadmill, looking at the camera.
Michael Smart: You need to be in good shape to be a wrestler, and these facilities hold this gym, multiple locker rooms and other services for trainees. The school's helpful staff - that is, my uncle - helps the trainees create training routines and special diets according to their needs.
Cut to a sales booth with multiple t-shirts. Michael is holding a black t-shirt with a picture of a smaller, younger Michael on the front of it.
Michael Smart: This place also sells merchandise related to an independent federation that is run here. This is the first t-shirt ever sold of me. Some are still sold here, and you can order them from the school's website! Get yours now!
Cut to a closeup of Michael's face.
Michael Smart: My name is Michael Smart and this has been a slice of my history!
A big, cheesy smile forms on Michael's face, the video freezing on that shot before fading to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2009 16:43:44 GMT -5
O P R A H look under your chaaaaairs![/center][/font] Rena: Oh, thank you. Rena was sitting in her office, all of the baby things had been removed and probably thrown out in under fifteen minutes. Leaning her head back, Rena laughed while repositioning the phone in her hand.Rena: Well, thank her for squeezing Bryce into the show. No, I think his story must be heard. It is inspirational and heartbreaking. Tell Oprah I send my thanks for all of this. While on the phone, there was a light knock on the door. It was Ginger and Rena waved him in and gave him the one minute finger. Ginger sat in an overstuffed chair, waiting for him to finish.Rena: Really? Well, oh, shoot ... I'll be busy. Do you think you could send someone over there to get him? Oh, you're the best. Yes, yes ... okay ... kisses. Bye. Ginger gave Rena a puzzled look as she sat the phone down and sighed happily at her accomplishment.Rena: I just booked Bryce on the Oprah show. Ginger: . Rena, you booked Bryce on a major talk show after what he's apparently done to you? Rena: Apparently? I know he started those rumors. I want to snap off his dick! But instead I decided to get even. Ginger: By giving him the exposure he wants? Rena: Oh ye of little faith. You'll have to wait and see, babe. Ginger: Ah. Rena: I'd ask you to have tea or maybe a vodka, but I'm a little busy darling. Ginger: It's fine, I just wanted to come by and see how you were. Rena: ... Ginger: OH! No, not because of that. I know you're not pregnant. Anyways, I'll talk to you later. Rena: Alright babe ... see you! Ginger: Bye. Ginger stood up from the chair and moved swiftly across the room to the door frame. He turned around and smiled, looking Rena in the eyes.Ginger: OH! I almost forgot. You're wrestling Hitman tonight. Rena: Why? Ginger: I don't know ... someone suggested it to me, and I thought it was a great idea. Rena: Who suggested it? Ginger: It doesn't matter. You are fully capable of handling yourself in the ring. Rena: Whatever. Alright. Ginger: Go get 'em. Rena: I will. Thanks. [fade]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2009 16:44:08 GMT -5
As the people outside go on with their busy lives in the early afternoon of a Friday, we look through the window of a top flight apartment to see Bryce still lieing in bed and fast asleep. The sunlight is shining through the window and onto Bryce's face but he seems completely out of it, which is more than likely down to the fact he hit up some club after Meltdown. He rolls onto his side and lets out a small sigh as he continues resting. It is strange to see Bryce in this stage of tranquility, nevermind the fact that he isn't running his mouth for once. However, this doesn't last for much longer as his mobile phone which is on the table beside his king size double bed starts ringing.
As the sound blares throughout the room, Bryce slowly begins to stir. Still mostly asleep he rolls back onto his back and pulls the duvet up over with one hand. With the sound repeating Bryce continues to stir and enters the last stage of his sleep. He is quickly rushed to the end of his dream by his brain as he mutters the words "mmm pussy" out loud signaling it was of the erotic kind. Bryce awakens to the annoying sound of "Mission Impossible" and rolls over towards the side table with a huge weary groan. With a look of disgust he grasps the phone and pulls it towards his ear with his right hand.Bryce: ...Who the fuck is this and where the fuck did you get my number from? A blunt as always Bryce doesn't appear to hold any forgiveness for his caller for being woken up.Sheila Hansen: Hello Bryce, may I ask where are you? Bryce: Where am I? Oh, just on top of Everest. Just thought I'd do a bit of early afternoon hiking, ya know? Bryce pauses to let his sarcasm sink in a little.Bryce: Nevermind the fact about how the hell do you know my name, where the FUCK do you think I am?! Since you know soooo much about me, you should know enough to know that I went out and got hammered last night. Or is that the whole deal that's going on here, are you some rival fed that wants to take care of ACW's ticket to the dollar bill? Oh for fuck sake, I'm TOO tired for this shit, I NEED coffee and some damn aspirin! Sheila Hansen: ... Bryce: I knew it! Easy mistake, gal - don't feel bad. The best of 'em can't get one over on even an alcohol-induced comatosed Brycey. No hard feelings eh, better luck next time. Bryce perks up with a sense of victory in whatever world he seems to live in. Sheila meanwhile uses this opportunity to interject.Sheila Hansen: No Bryce, this is Sheila Hansen. I'm the ACW representative for all commercial broadcasting appearances by our roster members. Bryce: So... ? Sheila Hansen: The reason I'm calling is because Miss Matheson scheduled an appearance for you on the TV talk show, The Oprah Winfrey Show. Bryce: You can't fucking be serious! Why would I need to be on that show? It's for losers who have no lives. Sheila Hansen: Many celebrities have been interviewed by Oprah on the show also. Bryce: Big deal. It's for losers who like watching other losers talk about what makes them awesome, when in fact they actually suck. The sound of Sheila sighing can be heard from the other end of the line.Sheila Hansen: The point is, the show is on today at 4 PM and you're supposed to be on it. If you don't turn up then ACW will be sued for millions for breach of contract. Bryce: Like I give shit. Ginger's already a rich enough bastard as it is, a little less won't hurt him. Besides, I haven't signed a thing and the last time I checked I didn't have slanty eyes, tits and a pussy that touches the ground. Sheila Hansen: Unfortunately, at the time Rena was acting as your image consultant and manager. That means she was able to act legally for you. Bryce: That's bullshit. Sheila Hansen: I'm sorry Bryce but there is nothing we can do about it, unless you turn up Ginger will ensure you take the wrap instead of ACW. On a positive note it's exposure to a whole new audience all across the world... Bryce takes a moment to keep Sheila in suspense before letting out a strained sigh, admitting defeat.Bryce: Ugh, fine I'll do the damn thing! After all, I guess I can't let down my legion of fans who are tuning into this shit just to see me, eh! Sheila Hansen: Umm, yeah sure. Be there by 3. There's a moment of silence as Bryce sees it fitting to flick his hair back cooly even though the woman can't see him.Bryce: Yeah, don't worry babe. The Bryce will be there! Sheila Hansen: See you soon. Bryce: Ciao! Bryce pulls the phone away from his ear and press the button to end the call. He places the phone back on the side table and rolls back onto the bed, back into to his prior position.
Uh-oh, this isn't going to end well.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2009 16:45:49 GMT -5
"The Gingerdude 5" Credit: Danny Mainer "Ginger's Theme" hits the stereo and the man himself wanders out of the curtain with his two bodyguards standing either side of him in kevlar vests and with black cargo pants and heavy duty boots. The entourage of Ginger walk to the ring as the crowd don't respond too nicely to his arrival, he ignores them however as like always he's on business. Sliding into the ring he grabs the microphone from Phillip Jones and his bodyguards stand either side of him as he clears his throat to silence the masses. You could hear a pin drop.Chairman Gingerdude: "Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight I'm here to talk about The Crucible matchup at Omega Effect. First thing is first, no I'm NOT here to punish Chris Phenomenal for what he did to Rawt Ross and I'm also NOT here to punish Jonathan Hughes for his actions in the handicap match later that night. However, I AM here because we need to get some things clear. Starting off, I'd like to call the mastermind behind this idea Danny Mainer out of the curtains. Mainer, if you would please?" "Hash Pipe" by Weezer hits the sound system and Mainer walks out carrying his Crucible Contract centre of the stage, a microphone in hand. He stares straight at Ginger with a "What?" look on his face.Danny Mainer: "I didn't do anything Ginger!"Chairman Gingerdude: "What?" Danny Mainer: "I said, I didn't do anything, it wasn't me!"Chairman Gingerdude: "What wasn't you?" Danny Mainer: "Wait, you mean you're not here to punish me for something?"Chairman Gingerdude: "Uhh... no?" Danny Mainer: "Nevermind then, continue."Chairman Gingerdude: "Wait no hold up, WHAT would I punish you for?" Danny Mainer: "For being too nice?"Chairman Gingerdude: "I don't appreciate your sarcasm much Mr. Mainer." Danny Mainer: "It's alright, millions and millions of viewers who tune in each and every Monday religiously do. Screw the minority!"Ginger kinda' facepalms as the crowd eat it up and cheer for The Crucible Mastermind.Chairman Gingerdude: "Listen Mainer, you're the cockiest man I know. I want you to drum up some ratings and tell these fans just how you're going to win The Crucible, think you can do that?" Danny Mainer: "See Ginger, I can see that but I don't think you can. It's always been the problem with me Ginge, because I'm not the biggest man to step into the ring people ignore me and focus more on the monolith block-headed fatasses like Thunderkiss or The Monstourage because people think they're more dangerous. HOWEVER, nothing can be further from the truth. As THE premiere high-flier in this company climbing that ladder is going to be a piece of cake. This match has turned out for the better really, this I can assure you because so far we've got Chris Phenomenal who is so damn big the Entertainment Title doesn't fit around his size 80 waist, then you've got Lee Homicide who's so fuelled up on the half-empty KFC he finds in his dumpster diving expeditions that he'll probably die of a heart-attack by the age of twelve. Finally, Jonny Hughes is so out of shape I think a tap-dancing monkey has better odds of winning then he does! At the end of the day, big man or not it's irrelevent because I'm the best looking, most talented and down-right most dangerous man going into that match and I'll make sure that whether it be Senator, Jake Steele, or God forbid even Thunderkiss hauls his fat ass out of the hospital to make it to Omega Effect it will be MY NAME at the fore-front of their minds. The name that they dread as they wander around each corner of the ACW building knowing full well I've got the inside scoop on the arena. It will be MY NAME that will soon be engraved on the ACW World Heavyweight Title, and that is a scientific fact!"Chairman Gingerdude: "Glad to hear you're confident, however I'd like to hear something from Chris Phenomenal as well! Chris, come out!" (theme) by (artist) hits after a few moments of deliberation and Chris Phenomenal steps out of the curtain cutting some good distance between himself and Mainer as he walks to the other side of the stage.Chris Phenomenal: "The thing is Mainer, you talk a good game but you can never back it up. You said you'd kick my ass and who ended up getting put through that table? Your bitch Raymond King because you were too out of it to move out the way so he bit the bullet for you! I'm the Entertainment Champion though, not you and we'll finally be able to settle the dispute that I AM BETTER then you at Omega Effect when I take that briefcase down and become a WORLD champion as well as an Entertainment Champion. How do you like that?"Danny Mainer: "The probability of that happening is about as likely as me joining The Road Steelers, Senatorial Stable or Zero Tolerance and like the latter stable's name implies, there's Zero Chance of that happening. In simple English for the dumb minority of New York I'm leaving with a titleshot whether I have to break every bone in your body or not!"Chris Phenomenal: "Don't be stupid I-""Come Original" by 311 hits the speakers and Lee Homicide walks out with a microphone.Lee: "ey shuttup a second, da Lyrically Equipped Emcee is here and y'all best shut ya' yaps nah because ever'body who thinks that I'm gon' win..."[/font] STAAAAAAND UP! [/size][/font][/center] Lee: "See, dat's why am gon' win because I've got the support of all the people in this building!"[/font] Instead of Spitfire by The Prodigy hitting the soundsystem and him walking out of the curtain he thought smarter because he knew he'd get twatted out after last week's attack. So, instead, his enormous ugly face is plastered across The AlphaTron as he sits pretty from the comfort of some off-site location with a webcamera built into his laptop. Smug, his eyes draw the ACW audience and the superstars on stage towards him.Jonny Hughes: Gentlemen, if you can call miscreants like yourselves gentlemen. Now I'm not going to say a lot, I'm not going to throw out some catchphrases to make these sycophants in the crowd cheer for me because I have something with much more substance than petty words. I have video footage of the ending of last week's handicap match that proves without a shadow of a doubt that I am the most dominant competitor in this match and I will walk away from Omega Effect with that briefcase. And that's all I ahve to say about that, so you children can get back to your petty squabbling.Before anyone can reply, he leans forward and flicks the off button on the camera causing the feed to go dead.Danny Mainer: "Well he's retarded."Chris Phenomenal: "Yeah, what a fuckwit."Lee: "Motherfucker has issues. We should kick his ass."[/font] Danny Mainer: "I know, right?"Chairman Gingerdude: "Ahem, now that that is sorted I've just got one last announcement to make. In the contract Dan, I HAVE reserved the right to add in or remove anyone I like and well I've got one last participant to add in. I feel truthfully that NONE OF YOU deserve it as much as the man I'm implimeting and you WILL see who that man is next episode... however to give you but a teaser I'll tell you that it will be a SWEET addition. Explosive, to say the least!" Danny Mainer: "Motherfucker, you're adding HIM into the mix?!"Chris Phenomenal: "ARGH!"All three men rage at this announcement as "Ginger's Theme" hits the sound system to round off this segment. Ginger has just given a remarkably obvious hint as to the last participant of this match. However, nothing is for certain and the question is, who WILL it be?FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2009 16:46:30 GMT -5
“SUMMER’S DISCONTENT” Credit: Thunderkiss 6/5/09 3:33 P.M. San Fernando, California [The last 24 hours have been a miserable existence for the man known as Thunderkiss. Not too long ago he was released from Midpoint Hospital, at his own doing, mind you. Though his doctors insisted for a longer stay, being confined to a hospital bed and having people wait on him hand and foot is simply not his style. Instead, a trip across country has brought him here, Thunder Mountain, a place more suited for his present state of mind. As he sits on his patio overlooking the Pacific Ocean, he closes his eyes and hopes that its chilly breeze will whisk away his problems. Unfortunately, the throbbing pain in his left hand/wrist refuses to go to the wind and is a constant reminder of the dire predicament he now faces. From afar she watches; her heart heavy with remorse. Anna knows better than anyone else the time and effort he put into his career and to watch him come this far and not be able to reap the benefits of his hard work is almost as painful as his swollen wrist. Almost. At times like these a strong man needs a strong woman to help him back onto his feet and through hell or high water that’s exactly what she is going to do. It wasn’t that long ago that she saw him like this and the feelings of deja vu she is now experiencing lead her into action. Mrs. Sommers-Joseph will not allow it to happen again.] Grindhouse: Get your head up or I’ll think twice about the pity sex.Thunderkiss: So, has your father replaced me on the Omega Effect poster yet?[Well, so much for the humor approach. Anna ignores his negativity and instead tries to replace it with something positive. Deep down she knows it’s futile but what other choice does she have?] Grindhouse: You’ll find a way. You always find a way.Thunderkiss: I can barely move my entire hand and I can’t move this finger. How the fuck can I find a way if I can’t even lift a finger?!Grindhouse: Sugah’, things take time. Healing is one of them.Thunderkiss: Did you even listen to the doctor? There is a good chance this is permanent!Grindhouse: Yes I did. Do you know what doctors are? Overpaid guessers. There are countless stories of people overcoming illness and injuries when the doctors gave them no chance at all. I’ll tell you what I think; I think these people all believed that they could get better and they did. It all comes from within.Thunderkiss: Well great, now I just need to find Tinkerbell and get everyone to clap for me!Grindhouse: Kiss, I love you. I love you with everything I have. I never knew I could care about somebody like this until I met you. I am not going to watch you become a depressed train wreck again. It wasn’t pretty the last time and I can’t deal with it again. I just ... can’t. You’re going to have to find a way out of this, sug’, for our sake. Thunderkiss: Look, even if this got better, I have Omega Effect in just a few weeks. I CAN’T miss this. It’s everything I’ve worked toward my entire career. I’ll never get another chance like this! Never!Grindhouse: Something’s in life are more important than your job, Kiss. Thunderkiss: Oh? I dedicated my entire life to being a wrestler and if I can no longer do it, what does that mean? It means I have no life. It’s over. Done. Finito. Grindhouse: Glad to know that without wrestling, you have no “life.” I’ll go tell your son that. [She can only take so much. When it becomes obvious that his obsession in climbing back into the ring is more important to him than his own family then her presence here is no longer needed. Anna can now only put her faith in time and hope that it can heal his attitude as well as his wounds.] Thunderkiss: Hey, where are you going?Grindhouse: To fetch my bags. I’m going to show you who wears the pants in this family. I still have a job to do and I’d rather be somewhere where I am both wanted and appreciated, in other words, anywhere but here.[Anna turns away leaving him to stew in his Summer’s discontent. Surprisingly, he has time to pull out of his self-centeredness long enough to contemplate Anna’s last few sentences. With the words “I’m going to show you who wears the pants in this family” ringing heavily in his ears, his heart skips a beat. With her adopting his mannerisms and demeanor, he knows what her attentions are and fears a confrontation between her and Jake Steele is eminent. No matter what, he will not allow that to happen.] Thunderkiss: Baby, don’t do it. Stay away from him. You hear me? I said - ~!~SLAM~!~ Thunderkiss: SHIT! .... Fine! Leave. Whatever. I’ll just call Dave. He’ll stop you before you do something crazy. “You just gotta believe, hm? Well, maybe she is right. Wouldn’t be the first time. Alright, Aiden, let’s see you move that finger. Come on, big guy, just will it to move.” Thunderkiss: Come on, move. Damn you, move! [Sweat beads on his forehead as he tries to channel something from within that he has not the means to understand or explain, something that will overcome the disability he now faces. Try as he might, it does not come. His finger remains unresponsive and depression abolishes all hope.] Thunderkiss: Fuck.[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2009 16:47:05 GMT -5
Segment: Research (Credit: Michael Smart)
The scene opens to Michael Smart, wearing a white vest with a blue "S" written on the front and blue tights with "Smart" written in white letters, going down the side of his tights. Michael is pacing around a locker room, waiting anxiously for his ring re-debut. The door suddenly opens. Michael turns to look at the door, seeing that his cousin, Daniel Smart, is the one who opened it. Daniel comes inside, carrying a laptop with him. Daniel sits on a bench, the laptop on his lap.
Michael Smart: Well? Did you do it?
Daniel Smart: Find information on your opponents? Yes, I did.
Daniel takes a moment to search around, then motions for Michael to take a look at the screen.
Daniel Smart: So, your first opponent is Alex Trixer. I couldn't really find anything on this guy from his name alone, but the name Trixer got me thinking...
Daniel presses some buttons then shows Michael a picture.
Daniel Smart: That maybe... HE IS THE TRIX BUNNY!
A long pause of silence follows as Daniel holds an expression of revelation while Michael stares blankly at the screen, which shows a picture of the Trix bunny.
Michael Smart: ...
Daniel Smart: So, now that we have a good idea of who he is...
Michael Smart: WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!
Daniel leans away from Michael, who's face now shows anger.
Daniel Smart: Uh... I take it you don't like my theory?
Michael Smart: Theory? Are you insane or just stupid? Is this your idea of humor?
Daniel Smart: Humor? This isn't a joke, I'm serious.
Michael Smart: Let me get this straight: you are seriously suggesting that one of my opponents tonight will be a bunny-suited mascot for a brand of cereal?
Daniel Smart: Yes.
Michael Smart: ...
Michael stares at Daniel in disbelief for a while before sighing.
Michael Smart: Let's just skip this Trixer-guy and concentrate on the second opponent, okay?
Daniel Smart: Whatever you want, cousin.
Daniel messes with the computer for a while.
Daniel Smart: Now this next guy is called Jin. With no surname or anything, it was hard to find information on this guy. There were multiple contradicting sources, but I've managed to narrow them down to two. First...
Daniel turns to laptop to give Michael a better look.
Daniel Smart: First possibility is Jin Kazama. A playable character in the fighting game series Tekken, this man c...
Michael Smart: Video game character? Show me the other one.
Daniel Smart: You shouldn't underestimate him, he can turn into a devil and shoot laserbeams from his eyes!
Michael Smart: Yes, but he's a...
Daniel Smart: LASERBEAMS! FROM HIS EYES!!
Michael jumps back a bit from Daniel's outburst.
Michael Smart: Fine, fine, but show the other guy.
Daniel once again works on his laptop until he finds what he's looking for.
Daniel Smart: Here. Full name Jin-Soo Kwon, he is a character in the television series Lost, and...
Michael Smart: Okay, I've had enough of these fictional characters.
Daniel Smart: Dude, this Jin was in a mafia. Who knows what he might pull, you should...
Michael Smart: But he's a fictional character! Have you been slacking off again?!
Daniel Smart: Well, I might've been playing Tekken while reading rumors about Lost off the internet and eating some Trix, but that was all for the sake of research!
Michael stares at Daniel furiously for a while, then sighs again.
Michael Smart: Fine, I'll just go in blind, it's my own fault for letting you do anything anyway.
Daniel Smart: Thanks, cousin!
Michael starts pacing around the room again as Daniel puts down the laptop and gets up.
Daniel Smart: So, your first match in a long while will be tonight, huh? Now, we need to come up with a nickname for you.
Michael stops walking and looks at Daniel.
Michael Smart: Why do I need a nickname?
Daniel Smart: Everyone huge has a nickname! A witty or funny nickname ensures that the fans remember you. I mean, who's going to remember "Michael Smart" anyway?
Michael Smart: Wait, are you saying that there's something wrong with my name?
Daniel Smart: Well, everyone and their dog is named Michael, and Smart... I mean, come on, you'll have to admit that Smart is a lame last name!
Michael Smart: What?! You're named Smart, too!
Daniel Smart: Yeah, but I'm not known for a serious image. Besides, it would be so much cooler if we changed our name. Let's see... how about Phoenix?
Michael Smart: ...
Daniel Smart: Michael Phoenix... now that sounds cool! You could change the names of your moves to fire-related things! Or maybe Bishop? You could start wearing a priest's outfit and...
Michael Smart: I AM NOT CHANGING MY NAME!
Daniel Smart: Okay, okay. But we at least need something that is fun to chant. Smart doesn't sound good when repeated multiple times...
Michael Smart: It has never bothered anyone before.
Daniel Smart: I got it! Mikey! Now that's fun to yell!
Michael Smart: Uh... you of all people should know that I hate being called Mikey.
Daniel Smart: Well, you better get used to it, cause I'll be starting a Mikey-chant tonight!
Michael Smart: You'll be in the audience?
Daniel Smart: No, silly, I'll be at ringside! I AM your manager, you know.
Michael gets a horrified expression on his face.
Michael Smart: ..Crap. I'm going to lose.
Michael starts walking out of the locker room with his head down, Daniel quickly following him.
Daniel Smart: Oh, don't be so negative. I'm going to get the audience on your side, give you my full support, clap really loudly, give really mean stares at your opponents...
Daniel continues his rant as the two exit the locker room and the scene fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2009 16:47:40 GMT -5
===================== ACW Entertainment Challenge IV.
Chris Phenomenal ===================== ACW Monday Night Warfare returns to air as the camera zooms in on the entrance ramp as Tha Real CP hits the arena and the crowd gets up and boos the Entertainment Champion.Chris Phenomenal: I’m not going to prance down to the ring and hype this stupid series up. Quite frankly it’s a waist of my time and was solely an idea to get money into Gingerdudes pockets. Well I got somethin’ to say to ya ging’, Ashton’s dropped out, he wasn’t makin’ you any money and now one gave a fuck about him. However since I’m bound by my contract, I’m going to tell you all what the event is, and then we can look at the standings and then watch and wait throughout the night how our competitors go about their business, as they vie for positions in the gauntlet match on Thursday. So monkeys in the back, scoreboard please.Name | Andrew Black | VorteX | Yuki Satoshi | Mickey Flamingo | Ashton Kutcher | Pie Eating Contest | 3 | 5 | 0 | 0 | 1 | Midget Wrestling | 0 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 1 | Blind Date | 3 | 5 | 1 | 0 | 0 | | - | - | - | - | - |
Chris Phenomenal: With VorteX havin’ already clinched first place it will be up to everyone else to fight for the second to last entrant in the gauntlet match, tonight everyone has a chance of earning five points instead of the usual system, all they have to do, is go on a scavenger hunt, the item they are lookin’ to find is a pair of grind house panties. Good luck to all…Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2009 16:48:39 GMT -5
Bryce[/center] The staff of The Oprah Winfrey show all appear to be hurrying around frantically in the backstage area, trying to make sure that everything is going to schedule. Unfortunately on this very Friday that isn't quite the case. You see, despite an ACW representative phoning up Bryce and telling him that he needed to be at show by 3, it is now 5 to 4 and there is still no sign of him. It is clear that ACW has placed far too much faith in the reliability of Bryce. However, that oversight is too late now as there are questions to be asked about how the show will go on without its guest.
The ACW representative, Sheila Hansen stands backstage watching the chaos going on around her whilst looking quite worried. One of the show's producers approaches her and there's no prizes for guessing what this conversation is going to be about.Melanie Hughes: Be straight with me, Sheila - do you have any idea where Bryce is right now? Sheila Hansen: I'm afraid not. I called him earlier and told him to be here by 3, but I haven't heard from him since. Melanie Hughes: We've got no choice then, Oprah is just going to have run with it until your man turns up or we come up with an alternative. Sheila Hansen: Isn't it a bit hard to conduct an interview without the interviewee, though? Melanie replies with a slightly fake looking smile on her face as Sheila remains concerned.Melanie Hughes: Like I said love, don't worry. We'll think of something, it is our jobs after all. Melanie turns and heads towards the studio area, leaving a concerned and slightly peeved Sheila behind. Our view changes to the TV studio. We can see two red sofas, behind them is a monitor. Oprah is sitting on the one to right talking to the production team who are standing behind the cameramen. The cameraman informs everyone they are going to be live in 30 seconds and Oprah straightens her clothes and sits in a comfortable position. She looks into the camera as the final countdown is spoken out loud; 10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1..LIVE!Oprah Winfrey: Good afternoon everybody and welcome to a special edition of the show. Today we are dedicating the entire show to listening to the stories of people who have managed to muster the courage and come out openly and tell the world about their true feelings and lifestyle. We will be hearing about many of the issues these men face in a world that is constantly looking at the behaviour of others. One of these men that we have on the show today faced a particularly large obstacle in the fact that he works in the professional wrestling, an industry that puts these macho-fuelled men in the spotlight. Unfortunately, this guest is currently running slightly behind schedule so we will begin by talking a local business man about what he has had to face since he came out. As the local man makes his way onto the set we switch back to the backstage area where Sheila is still standing. She is thoroughly annoyed and tired, however the sound of rapid footsteps can be heard approaching. We see none other than Bryce hurtling towards Sheila. Sheila seems unsure wait to do, she looks to be shocked more than anything that Bryce has actually turned up.Sheila Hansen: Bryce, what sort of time do you call this?! Bryce: Eh, my baaaaad. I may just have turned over and gone back to sleep after you called me, and I may just have woken up about half an hour ago. Sheila rolls her eyes.Sheila Hansen: You need to go to see the production team, they want you on the show ASAP. Bryce: Ugh, I'm going, I'm going! Bryce pulls a face as he trots off towards the TV studio while Sheila breathes a sigh of relief. A few moments later we switch back to a view of the TV studio where Oprah is now waiting to introduce Bryce onto the show.Oprah Winfrey: I have just been informed that our main guest for today's show is here and is ready and waiting. So, ladies and gentlemen please introduce the ACW superstar, Bryce! A jingle plays as the camera pans left to show Bryce stepping through a curtain and walking down a few steps onto the set floor. As the audience applaudes he strides towards his sofa and takes a seat. He makes himself comfortable and smirks slightly as he looks at Oprah.Oprah Winfrey: First of all, thank you for taking time out of your obviously busy schedule to come on the show and share your experiences with us, Bryce. Bryce: No worries, Oprah. It's only right that I give other people that are thinking are getting themselves into the same situation as I'm in right now more information to consider about whether they really want to do it. Oprah Winfrey: That's an admirable attitude to have, Bryce. May I begin by asking when it was you found out that this was a life choice you had to make? Bryce scratches the side of his forehead as he answers, at this point there isn't a smidgen of scepticism from him.Bryce: Well you know what they say Oprah, some things you just know about when you're born and this was one of those thing. I just always felt this way and I knew when I grew up that this would be the way that I want to live my life. I mean yeah, some people were surprised at first and I had more than my fair share of critics, but you know what Oprah? Fuck 'em all! They're just all jealous, fat losers that don't have anything better to do than to make up bullshit about other people! Bryce smirks as Oprah winces at the use of the obscenity.Oprah Winfrey: Those are some, uh, very strong words, Bryce. Where do you envision you would be if you had decided to take a life path that was more "normal" in the eyes of some of the general public? Bryce: To be honest Oprah, I don't know. Ya see, I'm no ordinary guy Oprah. It would just be like impossible to work in an office or something and let myself waste like some dumb sheep like most people do. Nah, I just can't see myself being able to be content in any other way. Oprah Winfrey: That's understandable. Many people I have spoken to have said the exact same thing. They have commented that finally being able to be happy "free" and not have to worry about what other people think anymore allows them to be happy and content. Before we move on to my final question, could ask whether there is anything you would like to tell the viewers about ACW and what it is about. Bryce sits up in his sofa properly as the audience and viewers what to see what he has to say about ACW.Bryce: Well really it's quite simple, Oprah. ACW may be a professional wrestling company but in all honesty it's just a bunch of men competing to see who is the biggest and who is the baddest. Ya see Oprah, they may well some hot guys in ACW, and true there may well be some athletic ones but really Oprah just take a look at yours truly. There really isn't any other man that compare to what I have to offer and that's just proven by the fact that every man in ACW whether they love me or hate me, deep down wants to be me! Oprah Winfrey: That's an interesting statement to make. However, can I ask whether knowing your personal lifestyle has caused any friction between you and any of the other ACW roster remembers? Bryce appears to be confused and takes a moment to reply.Bryce: ...sorry ? Oprah Winfrey: Bryce I know it may be hard to talk about, but have you experienced any homophobic related incidents? Bryce: Uhhhh...you what?! Oprah Winfrey: ...You are aware of what issue we are currently discussing, right Bryce? Bryce again pauses, not liking where this appears to be heading.Bryce: Yeah, my professional wrestling career...right?! Oprah Winfrey: I'm not sure what you've been told, but today's show is a special...on the subject of homosexuality and how our guests have been able to come out and deal with their own experiences. Bryce: ... Oprah Winfrey: I guess that's a n- Bryce: WHAT THE MOTHERFUCKING HELL! Oprah tries to interject but Bryce has well and truly flipped.Bryce: SO'S WHO WISE ASS IDEA WAS IT TO SET ME UP?! WAS IT GINGER? I NEVER LIKED THAT TOFF! NO WAIT I BET IT WAS XS3! I KNOW HE'S RETIRED BUT HE STILL CAN'T DEAL WITH THE FACT THAT I'M BETTER THAN HE EVER WILL BE! OR OPRAH....WAS IT YOU! Oprah seems to be attempting to allow Bryce to let it all out as she questions one of the production team who's out of the camera range.Oprah Winfrey: *Whispering* I don't understand this, didn't his manager ok this all? And that's when the shit really hit the fan.Bryce: WAIT A DAMN SECOND ! THIS WAS THAT DAMN SLANTY EYE'D WHORE'S WORK WASN'T IT! Oprah Winfrey: Bry-- Bryce: SO YOU THINK YOU'RE FUNNY RENA, HUH? YOU THINK YOU'RE GOD DAMN MOTHERFUCKING FUNNY, HUH?!?! WELL YA KNOW WHAT, BITCH, YA NOT! YA NOT FUNNY ONE GOD DAMN BIT! The production crew are frantically scrambling in beeps as much as possible but Bryce's obscenity count and frequency is simply too high.Bryce: OH YOU'RE GOING TO PAY MISS "I HAVE A HOLE IN MY BODY SO YOU BETTER SHOVE SOMETHING IN IT"! I GUARANDAM-FUCKING-TEE IT! YA HEAR ME, RENA! GUARANDAM-FUCKING-TE-- AGH! Before Bryce can finish his guanteeing he is scooped up by a very large and very black guy wearing trousers and a shirt that reads "Security". He begins to drag the out of control Bryce off set but in try Bryce style he doesn't know when to give up. He elbows the man repeatedly in the mid-section, however when that doesn't work he bits his arm as hard as possible to finally force him to relinquish his grip. Bryce stumbles back in drunken style and as the man turns around Bryce has the simply fantastic idea of leaping into the air towards the man's head and trying to Calfornication him. However, Bryce forgets two things; the man is about 7ft tall and he's also at least 400 lbs. Needless to say the man pushes him away before he can cling on to his head and Bryce falls on his ass. From there the man picks Bryce up in a fireman carry type hold and walks off the set with troublemaker in hold.
The audience, Oprah and most likely the viewers at home can all be looking on in shock at the events that have just taken place. A shocked Oprah finally comes around after a few moments and ends the show.Oprah Winfrey: Well...that certainly was not what we had planned or expected to happen today. Please can you all accept our deepest apologies for what transpired, and join us again tomorrow where hopefully we will be able to discuss the subject properly without the same events taking place. The show jingle plays and the show begins to fade to black. The fans clap out of habit, though they don't sound very convincing as today's show comes to an end.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2009 16:50:53 GMT -5
Match 1: Bradley Alexander and Michael Smart vs. Jin and Alex Trixer (Credit: Michael Smart)
The camera cuts to the ring to show Jin and Alex Trixer already in their corner, waiting for their opponents. "Live to win" by Paul Stanley starts playing and Michael Smart comes out, followed by his manager, Daniel Smart. The two make their way down the ramp, blue lights flashing. Michael takes off his vest and the two stay at ringside to wait for Michael's partner. "Ride the Lightning" by Metallica starts playing as Bradley Alexander comes out. He runs to the ring, sliding inside while Michael rolls inside. The two stare at their opponents, then decide that Michael will start the match. Trixer starts from from the opposing side. The bell rings for the start of the match.
Trixer tries to get a quick start with a running clothesline, but Michael ducks, gets behind him and unleashes a release german suplex! Trixer quickly gets up, but immediately gets taken down again by a belly to belly suplex. Trixer gets up a bit slower this time, but gets kicked in the gut, lifted up and taken down with a vertical suplex. This time Trixer stays down, but Michael lifts him up, only to bring him down with a backbreaker. Trixer is down, and Michael grabs his leg and turns him on his stomach, locking in a boston crab! Trixer tries to get out, quickly grabbing the ropes. The referee starts counting, and Michael lets go at the count of four. Trixer starts getting up, and Bradley motions for a tag. Michael looks at Trixer, then at Bradley... and makes the tag! Bradley gets up on the top rope, waiting for Trixer to get up and turn around, then leaps off, connecting with a missile dropkick!
Trixer goes down, then desperately starts crawling toward his own corner. Bradley allows him to tag in Jin. Jin comes running at Bradley, but gets taken down by a dropkick! Jin quickly gets up, but Bradley kicks him in the gut and executes a spike DDT! Bradley takes a moment to do his signature taunt, getting the crowd to cheer. Jin gets back up and starts running at Bradley again, but Bradley notices it, bending down, picking Jin up on his shoulders and bringing him down with a samoan drop! Jin uses the ropes to get up, then runs at Bradley yet again, this time getting brought down with a spear! Bradley gets up, bringing Jin up with him and drags him to Bradley's corner, tagging in Michael!
Michael gets in and hits Jin with a knife edge chop! A second knife edge chop is enough to make Jin drop to the ground. Michael takes a moment to look at the cheering audience. Daniel, still at ringside, tries to get more fan participation by starting a "Mikey"-chant. Part of the crowd starts chanting along with him, prompting Michael to turn to Daniel, telling him to stop it. Michael then turns back to Jin... straight into a clothesline! Jin starts stomping at the chest of the downed Michael before picking him up and dragging him to his own corner. Jin tags in Trixer and holds Michael in a half-nelson, telling Trixer to his Michael. Trixer goes for a big right hand to the face... but Michael gets out of the half-nelson and ducks, causing Trixer to punch Jin! Jin staggers to the ropes, leaning against them as Bradley comes in and clothesline Jin over the ropes and out of the ring! Meanwhile Michael hits Trixer with the Torment Theory! Trixer is down and Michael crosses Trixer's legs over one of Michael's and turns him to his stomach, locking in the Smartshooter! Trixer has no choice but to tap out!
Here are your winners, Bradley Alexander and Michael Smart!
"Live to win" starts playing again as Bradley gets back inside to celebrate his victory with Michael. After a moment of celebration the show goes on a commercial break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2009 16:51:16 GMT -5
Segment: I hold tight to my beliefs (Credit: Hitman)
It's a rainy Saturday in Maple Creek, Saskatchewan, Canada and even then, the rain isn't causing the chaos in the Irvine residence. In the studio somewhere in the backyard, Jonathan Maxwell and Anthony Thompson, members of Demon Inc, continue to produce and oversee the vocals being spit and snarled by one Matt Irvine, former ACW wrestler. As the song is apparently reaching its conclusion, Matt puts forth enough energy to drive sane parents nuts.
Matt: NO ONE CAN BE THE CATALYST… WITHOUT PAYING IN BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!
And with that, the song reaches its end. Jonathan taps on a key, signifying that the recording is done. Matt rips off the headset and delivers a smirk that grows into a smile. Matt soon crosses paths into the room where Jonathan and Maxwell are handling the production.
Jonathan: And we are officially done with the vocals.
Matt: FUCK YEAH! About time… So what's left?
Anthony: Let's see… Vocals are 100% done, guitars are 100% done, drums are 85% done, bass is 70% done and keyboards, electronics, media and whatnot is 100% done.
Matt: Well then… Jam away, you wonderful sum'bitches you!
As Matt playfully grabs Jonathan with a noogie and laughs, the door soon opens. Ken Davidson and Kenji Kobayasha are standing in the doorway.
Ken: Matt… You might want to come check this out.
Matt looks on in slight confusion and instructs Jonathan and Anthony to go on without him. The two comply and begin to go over their notes for the forthcoming tracks to be completed. Meanwhile, Matt raises the hood on his hoody up and joins his two bandmates in dashing towards the house. Once they are inside and in the living room, Matt sees the image of Jake Steele breaking Thunderkiss' finger with gleaming sadism. Matt recoils in disgust and becomes instantly angered. Any shred of respect he had for Jake Steele as a competitor is instantly erased.
Matt: …oh what in the fuck, even after ACW's gone of me, they still have to see this maggot trying to ruin lives.
Kenji: Any wonder why you ditched his ass?
Matt: I swear, Jake Steele will not get away with his petty crimes. I may be out of ACW for good but just once… Just ONCE MORE, I'd love to slap that little fucker around and feed him to Thunderkiss.
Just then, Matt glances over and finds his wife Christine, coming in holding their son Corey.
Christine: Babe, what's going on?
Matt: Steele. He attacked Mainer for no reason, broke Randy's arm and is now trying to ruin a perfectly good Omega Effect main event. And everyone's kissing his ass as usual.
Christine: …bastard. That kiss he forced onto me still haunts me.
Matt: Still? Let me fix that.
Matt approaches his wife and takes Corey off of her hands. As he firmly holds his son in one arm, he reaches out and grabs Christine by the neck, planting a big juicy one on her welcoming lips. Her eyes open in shock and Matt soon releases her. He smiles in bemusement upon seeing his wife's shocked reaction.
Christine: Holy fuck, Matt…
Matt: Too much?
Christine: …you never kissed me that wonderfully when you were wrestling.
Matt: What can I say? I can't be contained anymore. And I don't think anyone could ever contain me from going back just to kick the shit out Jake Steele at least one more time… I'll go through every last Road Steeler to get to him…
Matt soon glances down at his son, Corey, who is reaching out for the TV. Matt soon looks over and despite seeing Thunderkiss in sheer agony, he sees a fire in his eyes. Thunderkiss wants to win the ACW title so badly, Matt can sense it in his eyes. Matt slowly nods and moves closer to Christine, who puts her arms around his waist.
Matt: Or better yet… I think I might have another way.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2009 16:53:01 GMT -5
===================== The Past Present and Future.
Chris Phenomenal and Senator ===================== Ring, Ring.It hasn’t stopped, in the four days since Thursday not once has more than ten minutes elapsed without the cell phone of the Senator ringing. Reporters wanting to know what it would be like to possibly win the ACW Heavyweight Title at Omega Effect V, he’s reaction to the course of events following the main event that ended up with the shattering of quite possible every bone in Thunderkiss’ hand and wrist. It would be enough to drive a man insane, or at the very least throw his phone out the window yet the Democrat from Illinois perseveres through it all, almost as if expecting a very important phone call, yet he is not surprised when there is a knock at the door.Senator: Do enter, although I warn you that if you...oh, you. The door handle turns as Senator watches closely, and then looks up as Chris Phenomenal strides into the room and looks at him. Senator rises from his chair and offers his hand and although Chris is wary takes it shaking it as Senator offers him a seat.Chris Phenomenal: You’ve made sure you’ve emptied your digestive system or some shit right? Coz I sure as hell ain’t got enough time for ya to go switch your depends on me.Senator smiles, recalling the first time the two men had a true face to face meeting.Senator: I can assure you that there will not be any unnecessary interruptions. I can also appreciate your lack of time as I myself have been quite busy over the past couple of days. In fact, if you shall excuse me...no, this takes precidence. Ring, Ring.Once again Senator’s phone goes off and the importance of this conversation becomes visible as he turns off the phone before returning his focus back to Chris Phenomenal.Senator: Look, I have news agencies trying to get ahold of me wherever I am at, and my colleagues in the Senate seem to think that I have lost my mind, not that I care much for their worthless opinions. Chris Phenomenal: Once again you’re the big man now that ya back in the main event of Omega Effect. I understand how it is.Senator: Well, I hardly would think that you could fully understand, due to your lack of participation at such a large venue, as opposed to my four consecutive match of the year contenders at Omega Effect, fighting the best of the best, and never... Chris Phenomenal: Cut your shit Phillips, I don’t have the time for your pointless crap. You wanted me to meet you here for a reason and I want to know why.Senator: Although I am tempted to put my fist through your face for such a disrespectful tone, the words resonate, and I did call you here for a reason. I would like to know that there is someone around here who I can work with, mind you, not to trust completely, or to become best buddies with, simply a working associate. And after watching what you have achieved lately, I believe you would fit that bill. Chris Phenomenal: Great. I’m sure with all your money you could hire someone to listen to your mindless dribble so I’ll be on my way.Senator: Before you depart, I would suggest that you stay for the rest of my words, which I believe you will appreciate. Phillips pauses waiting for Chris to make his move but all Chris does is stare back at him.Senator: Now as I was saying I was listening to what you said but what caught my ear was you saying that by helping Thunderkiss win the title he would be almost obliged to return the favor and offer you a shot at the World’s title. Now you are relatively new around here so I would not expect you to necessarily know such things, but trusting Thunderkiss isn’t something that I, nor most of the senior members of this roster would advise. There have been a number of people that have placed their faith in him and not one has every came it of it for the better. I however, do not have the same track record. If you look at those who I choose to work with all of them seem to come out for the better… Chris Phenomenal: So what you’re saying is that I should keep this meeting a secret, make sure I continue to get closer to Thunderkiss and then eventually turn on him, stabbing him in the back all for your gain and in the end because I associated with you things will look better for me. Phillips, what have you, or even that band of merry men you run with up on Capitol Hill ever done for me. Have you ever been to Harlem? Have you ever seen the shit we have to deal with, all the while you guys are sitting up their discussing a steroid problem in baseballl which doesn’t impact peoples lives directly, in fact it’s probably hurt them as they can’t watch baseball and enjoy it. You all sit up there and hand six hundred billion dolla’s to the banks when half of Harlem can’t even find a job. Tell me why the fuck should I trust you?Senator: My political dealings have nothing to do with this, and I am not responsible for the woe that has beset your hometown. What I can do, is to make you a more lucrative offer than you could possibly imagine. A mutual working agreement with one of the most successful wrestlers in ACW history will do you well, and will benefit myself, too. If I win the title at Omega Effect V, and you help me to do so, I will reward you with a guaranteed title shot. That way, we are on even ground. Chris Phenomenal: So basically you’re offering me a spot in the Senatorial Stable?Senator: No. Too many times, my Stable teammates turned on me, attacked me, squabbled over leadership issues. That is not something I wish to return to at this point in my life. I mean no personal offence with this, sir, but you have shown little in your time in ACW that has proven to me that I can trust you to that extent. Instead what I am offering you is more of a mutual stake in a lucrative partnership. As you said last week, if you scratch my back, I shall scratch yours. Chris Phenomenal: So basically you’re hiring me to be your mercenary to make sure that you walk out of Omega Effect V as the champ, and my payment is a title shot, guaranteed in writing.Senator: Again, I think it is a deal you would be hard pressed to refuse. Chris pauses for a moment thinking things over but it’s obvious that there’s no actual thought process as Chris sticks out his hand.Chris Phenomenal: It’s been a pleasure doing business with you Phillips.Chris and Senator stand up and shake hands before Chris ducks away from his chair and heads out the door. The ringing of the phone can’t seem to escape the Senator however as somewhere in the halls another cell phone is ringing. Chris slams the door shut behind him as the scene cuts to an end.Fade Out.
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