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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 15:51:19 GMT -5
Segment: Where In The World Is Yoko Satoshi? #05 (Credit: Yoko / Snake / RDK)
Sometimes you need help from the least likely people; rivals. It's the last thing you want to do, but...Sometimes, it's all you have left.
Rattlesnake: Your sister bonds with the weirdest people. If Alicia hadn't suggested this, I wouldn't have come here.
And where's here? Quite a fancy hotel. One in which Randy Dallas Kanyon, the Macho Man himself, is currently living in. Yuki Satoshi and Rattlesnake have come here to question him about Yoko, as AK mentioned that Yoko and RDK were oddly close.
Yuki: Randy's not a bad guy.
Rattlesnake: You met for five minutes like four years ago, right? He changed. He's arrogant now.
Yuki: Everyone in this business has an ego.
She knocks on the door.
Rattlesnake: There's a big difference between having an ego and being arrogant. It-
The door swings open.
RDK: OoOoOoOoH YeAh!!!
After an awkward silence, he lifts his sun glasses and seems confused.
Rattlesnake: Uh...Hey.
Yuki: Hi!
RDK: ...This a trap, brudah? So pissed about losing to the Macho Man that you came to jump him? I'll take you both!
Yuki: It's not-
Rattlesnake: Lost?! We tied, and you better be glad, too, because with about ten more seconds, I would have won!
RDK: Brudah, are you asking for a challenge?!?!
Rattlesnake: Maybe I am!
RDK: I must have slammed you too hard, you're talkin' crazy talk!
Yuki: Quiet!
RDK: You want some too, sistah?!
Yuki: No..I...Um, we came because we need your help.
RDK: What?
Rattlesnake: It's actually true, we have questions for you. It's really important. I didn't come for a fight.
RDK: You expect me to help you? You really have gone loco brudah!!!
Rattlesnake: It's more to help her, not me. We're looking for her sister, she's been missing for a long while. Alicia told us you might know where Yoko is, so-
RDK: Yoko?
Yuki: Yes, she's my-
RDK: ...Yuki? Little Yuki?
Yuki: You remember me?
RDK: You were so excited to take a photo with me and Alicia...You grew up! Of course I'll help you.
Yuki: My sister, she trusted you. Has she contacted you recently?
RDK: About two months ago she came by.
Rattlesnake: Yoko was here? In person?
RDK: Yeah, and she looked like she'd been through Hell a few times over, and then some.
Rattlesnake: What did she say?
RDK: She had this bowling ball bag with a padlock on it. She wouldn't tell me what was in it, but she asked me if I'd take it from her. She said everyone else she trusted were too obvious to give it to, and wouldn't elaborate.
Rattlesnake: Did you take it?
RDK: Brudah, that thing felt like evil incarnate. For all I know it could have been Mr. Floppy, or something worse. I said sorry but no way. She seemed to understand though.
Yuki: Did she say where she was going?!
RDK: Well I asked her if this had anything to do with Pain Inc things, and she reluctantly nodded. I said if it's super evil, she should try getting rid of it the holy way. She asked me if Michael Kross was still alive, and when I said yes, she thanked me and rushed out.
Yuki: But I last heard Kross was in a coma...
RDK: Really? Gotta send the brudah a card!!
Rattlesnake: Either way, Kross is in Vatican City. We're going to Rome.
Yuki: Thanks Randy!
RDK: Any time sistah! And Snake, if you don't take care of the kid, I'm gonna run wild on you! OoOoOoH YeAh!!!
Rattlesnake: Don't worry. And thank you. Let's go, Yuki.
Yuki: Right!
Rattlesnake: What great luck, we won't have to try to find Orochi now.
Yuki: I just hope Kross is ok. If she can't find him, she won't stay very long.
Finally, a REAL lead. No more blind searching. With this break, they feel much more hopeful. This journey may soon be over.
To Be Continued...
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Segment: Message (Credit: Michael Smart)
Michael Smart: It's about time I talked to you fans in the ring, don't you think?
There's a small cheer from the crowd in agreement.
Michael Smart: That's what I thought. Now, I've already had two matches since my return to ACW, and both have had the same result; my opponent tapping out to the Smartshooter. Nothing weird with that, the Smartshooter is a deadly submission. But not only has the winner been the same and the winning method the same, but the loser was the same as well. Isn't that right, Trixer?
Trixer is still on the ground, in pain from the Smartshooter.
Michael Smart: Exactly. So I have a question to the ACW management: what does a guy have to do to get some challenge over here? I mean, there's only so many times I can beat up poor Trixer here before it starts getting old. Sure, I could find new ways to beat him or dance after every move I hit or something, but eventually I'll have to move on. And by eventually I mean now. Next week, I want to face someone other than Trixer here. If I don't... well, I guess I'll have to take this mic again, then. Oh, and a word of warning for whoever steps in the ring with me next week: you will fall.
YOU!
WILL!
FALL!
Michael drops the mic as "Live to win" starts playing again. Michael rolls out of the ring as the camera cuts elsewhere.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 15:51:46 GMT -5
P O W D E R [/color] [/center][/font] & Rep[/pre][/center][/color] The scene opens up in Christina's locker room. The camera gets a shot of Christina sitting in a chair staring off screen, when lip gloss comes from the side of the screen. The camera zooms out to reveal Mystique putting the finishing touches on Christina's make up. Christina looks down sadly and Mystique brings her chin up with her fingers.Mystique: Keep your head still, baby, what's the matter with you? Christina: It's just my boyfriend, Rep.Mystique: Gurl, shut your mouth when Mystique's doin' your lips. Christina: Sorry.Mystique: GUUUURL THIS IS MA JAM! Beside them, Mystique turns the small stereo's volume up, Britney Spears' 'Circus' filling the room.Christina: I didn't really like this-Mystique: Mnm, don't you be talkin' shit about my B. Spears, child. Christina: ...Okay. Mystique: 'kay, Mystique is done those little lips of yours. Now you can tell me all about the boys. Christina: Well... Rep has been away for a few weeks now and I'm getting lonely. I miss him a lot. He only calls once a week, normally I'm used to following his plans but now I just miss him a lot. He called this week and asked if it would be okay if he stayed away for another week.Mystique: Mmm child, you need to say N to tha O. You need to look him in the eye and kick him straight in the balls. Christina: I don't know if he's coming back this week or not, but I have to call him again.Mystique: Long distance is the wrong distance, babycakes. You need to kick that man to the curb, gurl. Christina: Baron Trotter: *Clears throat*Mystique: Honey, you stick with me. I'll hook you up with some fine ass gentlemen. I just saw the hottest staff member. I think he's a janitor or something, whatever, but Mystique got his numba! eeeeeeee Mystique be gettin' some tonight. Christina: That's great!Baron Trotter: *Clears throat LOUDER*Mystique: Can I help you? Baron Trotter: Your shit is in my way.Mystique: Excuse me? mnm, who you think you talkin' to, your wife? Baron Trotter: MOVE YOUR SHIT!Mystique: Child, see this nail? *shows freshly manicured pointer-finger nail* I just got my fingers done, and I will shove this nail so far up your pee hole you will be pissing out into a bag for a month. You hear me? Baron Trotter: I CAN HEAR YOU, BUT I WISH I COULDN'T!And in just seconds, Baron grabbed the makeup kits from the table and launched them across the room. As they crashed against the wall, Mystique screamed in terror.Christina: Baron!Mystique: SWEET JESUS IN A HANDBAG! What the fuck is your problem? Baron Trotter: YOU my problem!Mystique: Oh hold my earrings, mama is gonna show this bitch a lesson. Christina: Mystique, don't!Mystique: Shut your mouth, you ain't ma boss. Baron Trotter: *Laughs* Come on, fairy!Mystique: Oh, bitch you done! Instead of launching a punch against Baron, Mystique decided to pick up a container of powder that remained on the small table and threw it directly into Baron's face.Baron Trotter: *covering eyes in pain* FUUUUUCKMystique: Now who you be callin' a fairy, powder puff? Baron Trotter: I'MA FUCKIN KILL YOU!Mystique: Guuurl, I think this is my exit cue. *muah* Christina: uhhh bye.And so that was the end of that. Mystique grabbed his makeup kits quickly and sped out of the room with a strut that could rival Rena Matheson's. After a few seconds, Christina found a water bottle, wet a paper towel, and dabbed it over Baron's eyes, washing the powder away.Baron Trotter: He ... she ... whatever the fuck it is ... they're dead.Christina: Baronnn...[fade]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 15:57:32 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Why must ordering pizza be so hard? (Credit: Jonny Spade)
Monday June 8th 2009
With the news that was just heard in today’s show, Gooey was very cautious about their trek from the arena back to Jonny’s living headquarters. Jonny on the other hand was pretty calm.
Jonny: Who would want to hurt us?
He thought. They are fan favorites, who would want to mess around with them? Jonny gets out of the car normally and makes his way to his front door while Gooey is more cautious and makes sure to check around the immediate area that nobody is around and takes a deep breathe and makes a dash for the front door. He pushes Jonny inside the house almost running over Jonny and almost sending him down to the ground.
Jonny: Holy shit Gooey relax! We are safe here in the house.
Gooey: Sorry…yea your probably right.
Jonny and Gooey settle down and relax a little with watching some tv.
Jonny: Hey you a little hungry?
Gooey: Yea kinda; ….pizza?
Jonny: The usu?
Gooey: Definitely.
Jonny picks up the phone and makes a call to the pizza place. 25 minutes go by and a knock is heard at the door.
Jonny: Damn I thought for sure we were gonna get it for free tonight.
Jonny gets up and goes to answer the door. A tall medium built kid is seen at the door.
Jonny: Hey.
Kid: Hey.
Jonny: How much?
Kid: $32.65
Jonny takes out his wallet from his pocket and gives the money.
Kid: Say, I know this is probably going to sound random and probably embarrassing especially if its not who I think it is, but are you Jonny Spade perhaps?
Jonny blushes a bit.
Jonny: Why yes I am.
Kid: Cool can I get your autograph?
Jonny: Sure you have a piece of paper?
Kid: Yea I do just give me a sec…here you go.
Jonny: What you want me to say?
Kid: “To Mike, the guy that took out Jonny and claimed 25 g’s”
Jonny begins writing and then stops briefly. He looks up at the guy who has a pocket sized baton that is collapsible. Jonny freezes and just as the guy goes for a swing at Jonny’s head, Jonny instinctively shuts the door on the guys arm making it stuck in it. Jonny begins punching and hitting the arm until the baton falls to the ground. Jonny calls Gooey over and once he’s there he leaps into action without having to be told a word. Gooey grabs hold of the guys arm and then Jonny opens the door to have Gooey pull Mike in and then he knocks him out with a punch. Gooey then picks him up to throw him outside but before doing so, Jonny reaches into his pocket and claims the money he used to pay the pizza back.
Jonny: With service like this, I think I am entitled to my money back.
Gooey then proceeds to throw him off the veranda as Jonny gets his phone and calls the cops but not before taking down his license plate. Mike hops into his car and speeds off.
Jonny: That’s right you better leave. And we’re keeping the pizza too!
Gooey: That’s it?
Jonny: What?
Gooey: That’s the best line you could think of?
Jonny: Hey! Soooory Horatio, It was short notice, I need time to think ahead
Gooey: If he can do it on the spot, I think you can to.
Jonny: It’s a fucking show for god sakes!
Fade
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 15:58:01 GMT -5
===================== Gauntlet Match Order of Entrants Mickey Flamingo, Yuki Satoshi, Andrew Black, VorteX
Credit: Chris Phenomenal ===================== The winner of this match would earn a shot at Chris Phenomenal’s Entertainment Title at Omega Effect V, with so much on the line it would be interesting to see who would step up their game and open the biggest show in ACW history. Yuki Satoshi vs. Mickey Flamingo.The first leg of the match featured the youngest Satoshi and the manager of the flamboyant Adrian Flamingo, Mickey Flamingo. The match started out with Mickey trying to bull Yuki into a corner but Yuki kept using her speed to duck out of the way and started unleashing a few hard kicks to the knee of the former football star. Finally the kicks to the knee were able to fall Mickey and give Yuki the opening she needed looking to quickly hit her sisters patented guillotine but Mickey ducked out of the way of it and Yuki crashed into the mat ass first. Mickey quickly went for on the attack with a big chop to her back, and then tackling Yuki to the mat. The much larger Flamingo went to work with a few crossface blows and then a knee to the spine before rolling her over. The sheer weight of Flamingo almost cost Yuki the match as she had to reach deep for the strength to power out from under Mickey Flamingo at two. Mickey wasn’t put off by the result, instead picking Yuki up by her flowing black locks and whipping her into the corner. Mickey lined it up before exploding out of his two point stance and looking to connect with a vicious running tackle but instead met the foot of Yuki Satoshi, the spinning kick cracking Mickey upside the head in a flash as Yuki fell on top for the three count. WINNER: Yuki Satoshi. Yuki Satoshi vs. Andrew Black.This match wasn’t nearly as long as the earlier match as Stimulate had barely filled the arena before Andrew Black was in the ring. Yuki Satoshi turned around and was caught right away by the left hand of Black, backing her up as Mickey Flamingo was forced out of the ring. Black whipped Yuki into the ropes and on the rebound connected with a huge side belly to belly suplex driving all the air out of Yuki Satoshi but it wasn’t enough for the fall as she was able to kick out at two. Andrew Black rolled away and started to fire grounded knee strikes to the skull of the small Satoshi who covers up before grasping the ropes allowing the referee to come in and stand them up. Yuki comes to her feet and the two begin to circle each other before engaging in a collar and elbow tie up, Andrew Black taking the side into a side head lock and taking her down to one knee as she tried to push him off. Eventually she was able to slide out of it and take Andrew down with a kick right to the back of the knee and once again she went for the flying guillotine but instead of missing, this time Andrew rolled out of it and when Yuki hit the floor quickly locked in his Black Out submission hold, Yuki tried to fight it but it was inevitable as soon as the body scissors were locked in that she was done as she eventually tapped out. WINNER: Andrew Black. Andrew Black vs. VorteX.It all came down to the two men who carried the competiton, VorteX just climbing into the ring and Andrew Black wiping the sweat off his brow, the two circled each other before locking up right in the center of the ring, neither man willing to give an inch until Vortex dropped out into a side headlock. Andrew pushed VorteX off into the ropes and looked to catch him with the same belly to belly suplex that he caught Yuki with but it failed, VorteX countering it and turning into a flying head scissors take down. VorteX beat Black to his feet and connected with a jumping knee to the midsection and then looks to end it with a Psychosurgery but Black isn’t willing to give up, rolling over the top and trapping one arm in order to connect with a devastating hammerlock lung blower. Black looks to have the match won but the motivation of an Entertaiment title short empowers VorteX as he manages to roll a shoulder off the canvas. Andrew gets to his feet and hauls VorteX up by his hair and connects with a few big punches, Vortex stumbling back towards the ropes. Black looks for the kill shot, trying to knock VorteX out with a big clothesline but is ducked as VorteX ducks out of the way as Black goes tumbling over the rope. VorteX stumbles away from the ropes not noticing that Black has hung on. Black skins the cat popping back into the ring and goes for a spinning back fist but VorteX is able to duck it and once Jake turns around lift him up and in a flash connect with the Psycho Surgery. Black gave it his all but on this night it wasn’t enough as VorteX covered him for a ONE, TWO, THREE! WINNER and NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPIONSHIP: VorteX
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 15:58:23 GMT -5
P-P-P-P-Poker Face, P-P-P-Poker face.... By Dave Shadow and Thunder Train. As the camera cuts backstage, we find Dave Shadow sitting back on a couch, watching the show on a massive plasma TV in the luxury of the Zero Tolerance dressing room. However, far from enjoying all the proceedings, it would appear as if the events of Monday night are still weighing heavily on his mind. He doesn’t look like his usual chirpy self, as he lies back with a sad expression on his face, big black bags under his eyes.
A knock on the door echoes through the dressing room, but Dave doesn’t really notice it at first, off in his own little world. Outside, the visitor knocks again, and this time, Dave snaps back to reality. He leaps up out of the chair and heads over to open the door. As the latch clicks open, two massive big hands slam the door towards him, hitting him hard in the nose. Dave stumbles back, temporarily blinded by the pain, but as he regains his vision, he realises he has made a dire mistake. The hands reach out and grab him by the collar, spinning him round, lifting him off his feet and slamming him back into the wall. Hard. Thunder Train puts his face right up against Dave’s, his breathing heavy. The angry giant pulls Dave forward before slamming him back into the wall again. Dave’s head snaps off the bricks...Thunder Train: Tell me why I shouldn’t slam my fist through your skull right now...Dave: Train, calm down.Thunder Train: Calm down. CALM DOWN! I AM CALM! YOU DON’T THINK I’M CALM? THIS IS CALM!Dave: Listen, Train, if this is about what happened on Monday.... Train turns and flings Dave onto the couch, Dave sailing gracefully through the air. He lands with a crash, and rolls off onto the ground. As he tries to get back up and scurry for the door, Train grabs him by the pants, pulling him to his feet. Train pulls his fist back, as Dave shields his face and lets out a cry. Dave: DON’T!Train resists the urge to flatten Dave, but keeps his fist pulled back, ready to fire.Dave: I know you want to kill me right now. God knows I’ve tried enough to do you in over the last few weeks. But this won’t get us anywhere. Is this going to help our problems?Thunder Train: It will make me feel a lot better. Not sure about you though.Train motions as if about to follow through, but Dave screams again.Dave: WAIT! There’s something you should know.Thunder Train: Speak. Quickly. Dave: I talked to Gingerdude earlier. He told me that if you laid a finger on me, I could have you stripped of the title. Thunder Train: What did you say? Dave: You heard me. Now, I’d say you’ve just laid all ten fingers on me in the last thirty seconds. But if you leave right now, I won’t say a thing to Gingerdude and you can keep your title. Train weighs up what he is hearing. He is so tempted to call Dave’s bluff, not really believing him. Finally, he lets go of Dave. He brushes Dave’s shoulders off, straightening him up, as Dave stands looking at him terrified. Thunder Train: Now now Dave. This was just a friendly chat between friends. Just a little misunderstanding.... Dave relaxes, and starts to smile. As he does though, Train grabs him by the collar again and pulls him in real close, lifting Dave off his feet again.Thunder Train: What happened on Monday made me angry Dave. You do not want to see me angry. And you do not want to give me extra motivation for the match at Omega Effect. I already want to kill you and eat you alive. You do not want to make things worse. Understand?Dave nods, trying to calm Train down. Train smiles again, as if the two are best buddies. Train let’s Dave go and leaves the room. Dave slumps back into the couch, pushing the hair out of his eyes and wiping the sweat from his brow. Really happy that Train did not call his bluff. He reaches over and grabs the remote control, but in a fit of anger at being humiliated again, he fires it across the room, smashing it off the wall.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 15:58:46 GMT -5
===================== Congratulations Vortex.
Chris Phenomenal and Vortex: ===================== As VorteX’s arm is raised in the middle of the ring, “Tha Real CP” hit’s the arena as Chris Phenomenal makes his presence known. In one hand he has a large trophy, and over the other shoulder his entertainment title. He puts the title into the ring before sliding in himself and putting it up right as he walks towards the far side of the ring and grabs a microphone from Phillip Jones.Chris Phenomenal: Ladies and Gentleman, it’s my pleasure to introduce to you, only because I’m required to by contract, the number one contender for the entertainment title, and winner of the first ever ACW Entertainment Cup, VorteX.With that Chris reaches back behind him and grabs the large trophy, before shaking the hand of VorteX as they pose for the camera. A few shots are taken and Chris goes to hand the trophy to Vortex, both men holding onto it as more pictures are taken, the final shot is taken but it’s not the money shot, instead it’s Chris raising the microphone to his mouth.Chris Phenomenal: Ya know what, fuck it.With that Chris rips the trophy out of VorteX’s hands and smashes it into his skull, as the crowd is stunned and VorteX drops to one knee, Chris winds up and swings with full force cracking VorteX in the skull, bending the trophy as VorteX collapses on the ground. Chris takes five or six more shots with the trophy to the head, the back, the neck, and the legs of VorteX, the trophy finally snapping in two as Chris chucks the other half of the trophy out towards the entrance ramp, VorteX out cold it appears as Chris grabs a hold of his microphone.Chris Phenomenal: I always hated this idea, I thought it was the biggest load of shit ever, however when it was presented to me, I figured out a way to make it work for me, to give me an advantage over everyone. I got a few of the hottest up and comers, and a few names to make this big and it wouldn’t matter who won, because at the end of the day, while there all chasin’ midgets, while they’re all shittin’ bricks because I laced their pies, while they were so focused on trying to impress their dates, I was able to train for Omega Effect, I was able to prepare and watch footage, I was able to make sure that I was one hundred percent focused.
Take a look at where this got VorteX, take a look at what his focus got him, he was focused on winning this Entertainment shot and then proving his innocence to the Reprobate that he didn’t even consider the thought that this was a set up. He thought that when I came out here it was to do my duty as set out by my contract, which I did. He didn’t consider the thought that I wasn’t going to let him walk out of here though, he didn’t think that I was going to take that piece of shit and snap it in two across his back. He’s spent so much time worried about Reprobate and this challenge he wasn’t able to do any scouting, because if he did, he would have known that I wouldn’t walk out here, pose for a few pictures ,shake his hand, then be on my way and let him celebrate. He’d know that I’d pull some shit out of my sleeves and look for an opportunity to swing things in my favor.
I’ve worked so hard to bring credibility back to this title, to give it the prestige it deserved. Before it found it’s way around my waist, it was discarded until two nobodies, Dave Shadow and Chris Williams started to fight for it. Then after that we had some tea drinkin’, nanny shagging toss mongers running around claimin’ this title was the new British Title shouting “for Mr. Clean, for dicks, and for some other shit I can’t remember . This title was treated as a piece of garbage before it found it’s way around my waist, it wasn’t given the respect it deserved, even this entire fucking competition made a mockery of this title belt but no more. From now on this title is going to be treated with reverence, it’s going to be held in the highest regard. I’m not going to be like Thunder Train and Jake Steele, running from title defenses, no, I’m going to defend it as much as possible, as often as possible. Every other week, as far as I’m concerned, this title is going to become bigger than the ACW Heavyweight Championship. This title isn’t going to be about beating on women, this title isn’t going to be about making it so some old fart has to amputate his finger. It’s not going to be about out eating your opponent, or pretending to be mother fucking Batman. Instead this title is going to be about wrestling, it’s going to be about entertaining the fans the way I know best and that’s putting a show on in the ring, not through half cracked soap operas. This title, is now all about respect, something I’m going to give it, something I’m going to demand, and something…Chris turns to VorteX trying to get to his feet.Chris Phenomenal: Something that you VorteX, can’t bring to this title.With that Chris takes the title off his shoulder and rushes VorteX connecting with the penultimate blow, driving the plating right into the skull of VorteX crumpling him. Chris gets down onto his stomach and holds the title right in front of VorteX, shouting into his ears as Thursday Night Meltdown cuts to commercial.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 15:59:05 GMT -5
Segment: To Live and Die, Part 13 (Credit: Lee)
Rob (V.O.): Thirty seconds, bitch.
Sudden cut to a shot of Lee surrounded by three other guys, including Rob, in the hallway of the apartment complex. Various graffiti adorn the decrepit walls.
Rob: Starting...now!
And just like that, the three assailants pounce of Lee. Lee tries to repel them with some wild punches, but he’s unable to account for the attack from all sides, and they eventually beat him to the ground.
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Lee and Rob ride mountain bikes down a dark, dank alleyway. Rob pulls up next to the window of a white Mustang and points his gun through the window.
Man’s Voice: Like stray dogs, we prowl the streets.
Lee and Rob inaudibly shout orders at the utterly terrified driver in the car, who frantically fumbles for his wallet.
Man’s Voice: Hungry. Wild. Unforgiving.
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Lee smokes some cigarettes with a few comrades at dawn.
Man’s Voice: Fighting to the claw for just a scrap.
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Close-up shot of a small plastic bag filled with a mysterious white powder.
Man’s Voice: Reckless abandon, for just a small taste.
= = =
Wide shot of a whole group of these teenage boys, all lined up and postured proudly.
Man’s Voice: A family whose band will never bend.
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Rob, wearing that same baleful smile of his, takes sinister satisfaction as he points his gun at a convenience store clerk. The rest of his boys run wild through the store, looting everything they can wrap their arms around.
Man’s Voice: Our code is an unwritten one.
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The cash register flies open.
Man’s Voice: Courage from numbers.
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Lee places a small clump of marijuana onto a scale.
Man’s Voice: Strength from ignorance.
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Tight shot of another pair of hands scraping cocaine from a scale into a plastic bag.
Man’s Voice: Our howls bear our message.
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Rob looks on proudly at the work of his crew.
Man’s Voice: Beware the innocent.
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Tight shot of a plastic bag filled with cocaine being handed over. The strobe light flickering at breakneck speed flashes in the background.
Man’s Voice: Fear the young.
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Now back at the arcade, Lee and Rob are hunched over the same Street Fighter machine. A bespectacled boy watches from the back. Suddenly, an anonymous kid rushes past the boy with glasses and swipes a wad of dollar bills from his hand. Lee and Rob immediately break their attention from the game and chase after the boy.
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Fade in to a shot of Lee and Rob raining torturous blows on the boy who stole the money. They then drag his lifeless body out of the scene.
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Close-up of Lee’s hand as another person inscribes a crude “A” pattern onto it.
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Now in Rob’s car, Lee takes a hearty swig of his Jack Daniels.
Rob: Whatever you do, don’t let ‘em see you all scared and shit. They can smell that shit from a mile away.
Lee nods along.
Lee: All right.
Lee hands the bottle to the glasses-donning boy in the backseat.
Rob: And don’t ever, EVER say shit about yourself. It’s only gonna lead to trouble, man.
Lee: Cool.
The tone of Lee’s voice indicates he’s far less than cool with this prospect he’s currently facing.
Rob: If you need help, just shout. We’ll be right in.
= = =
Seductive slow jazz plays as we fade in to a tight shot of a counter. A hodgepodge of seemingly random items are meticulously arranged in a single file line across. There’s a timer, a clock radio and a bottle of KY. The light bulb is tinted some trippy shade of purple and the lamp at the side of the bed at which Lee sits is glowing a ghostly orange.
A woman wrapped in a silk turquoise robe walks into the scene. She barely acknowledges Lee as she passes by, her ruby red lips wrapped firmly around her cigarette. She turns the knob on the timer, still not looking at Lee.
Woman: All right. You have 15 minutes.
Lee: O...OK.
Lee finds his ability to stand up has suddenly been impaired. The woman just stares back at him bemusedly with one hand placed on her hip as she blows another billow of smoke into the air.
Woman: How old are you?
Lee: Eighteen.
Woman: You sure?
Lee: ( not sure ) Y-yeah.
The woman casually puts out her cigarette in the ashtray.
Woman: All right.
She pulls her raven black hair back behind her shoulders.
Woman: What do you want me to do first?
Now Lee’s speech function seems to have gone haywire. He’s only now realizing that he doesn’t have so much as a clue as to what he’s supposed to be asking here.
Lee: I-I dunno. Whatever you want? I guess?
She flashes him a lecherous, yet coy, grin. She saunters her way over, and he immediately shuffles back further onto the bed.
Woman: Hey, don’t be scared.
Lee: I’m-I’m not.
She places a firm hand on his chest and pushes him down onto the bed.
Woman: Just relax.
She lets her robe fall down her shoulders, exposing her milky white skin. Lee just continues to lay there, thoroughly petrified. She approaches his belt.
Lee: Wait. Stop. Just stop.
Woman: What’s wrong?
Lee: I can’t. Not like this.
Woman: You don’t like me?
Lee: I do. Just...
The words feel sticky in his mouth.
Lee: ...not like this.
Woman: Then what would you like?
Lee: I dunno. Would you mind if we just...
He almost feels embarrassed to be asking this.
Lee: ...laid here for a while? You know, it’s just that--
She places her slim index finger on top of his lips.
Woman: I understand.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 15:59:28 GMT -5
Segment save for Dan White
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 15:59:44 GMT -5
Segment: Who doesn’t like money? (Credit: Andrew Black and Jonny Spade) Backstage, the tag team of Jonny Spade and Gooey walk into the arena from the parking garage. They have their gym bags over the shoulders, most likely filled with wrestling gear they will change into from their street clothes. And even with a fifty-thousand dollar bounty on their head, Jonny still acts acts like the incident from last Monday was a one off deal… Jonny: Oh come on Gooey it was a one off deal, and besides we ended up charging that guy for attempted assult, nobody is going to take Willmington seriously.
Gooey: Oh, that’s bullshit and you kno-
CRACK!
Mr. Make You Tap Andrew Black seemingly comes from nowhere, the steel chair in his hands colliding with the back of Gooey’s head. Half of G-Unit collapses to the ground, starling Jonny Spade. He sees his tag partner for the night a looks confused.
Jonny: What the fuck are you doing?!
Andrew Black: Man, listen, fifty k is a lot of money!
Jonny: Dont you think it would be smart to wait until after the tag match?
Andrew Black: Listen man, I understand that that makes more sense….but its fifty k! I will gladly wrestle a handicap match for that amount. So…nice knowing you.
Not completely accepting his fate, Jonny takes chair jab to the gut, causing him to bend over. Using his MMA background, Black shin kicks Jonny’s face forcing him upright again and then using the chair one last time, connecting steel and skull. G-Unit lies in a heap backstage. And with a dented chair as his evidence, Andrew Black walks away, ready to take on two opponents at once, with fifty thousand dollars in his pocket.
Fade to Black
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 16:00:22 GMT -5
Match 3: Jonny Spade & Andrew Black Vs. Thunder Train & Lee Homcide (Credit: Jonny Spade)
The Road Steelers music hits, and the two members of the stable make their way to the ring to compete in the tag match, once in the ring they wait for their opponents.
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Andrew Black’s music hits and he makes his way to the ring and waits for the referee to ring the bell, but he doesn’t right away because he is waiting on Jonny Spade to come down to the ring. However, he receives word in his ear piece from management about Jonny and passes it onto Phillip to make the announcement.
Phillip: Jonny Spade is unable to compete in this match at this time; therefore it will become a handicap match.
The crowd boos loudly at Andrew Black but he doesn’t care, all he sees is this as a big opportunity for him to make a name for himself against tag champions.
*bell rings*
Match Beginning
Lee and Andrew decide to begin the match by throwing punches towards each other. One punch was able to daze Lee long enough that Andrew was able to get a roundhouse kick causing Lee to stumble backwards into a corner turnbuckle to where Andrew follows him and begins unleashing the Speed Bag Punches to his head easily able to cause a concussion. Andrew steps back and watches as Lee falls to the ground. Andrew stays on top of him though as he goes for grounded knee strikes but Lee squirms out of it and grabs hold of the apron making the ref intervene and telling Andrew to back away from him.
Match Middle As we get to the mid way point of the match, Lee and Train have been tagging each other in and out to keep themselves fresh and not tired for the duration of the match. With Lee in the match again at this point he seems to be pretty exhausted however with Andrew dominating the match for the most part Lee is a wee bit more exhausted than Andrew. Andrew has Lee in the turnbuckle and after unleashing some bombs to the head while mounted on the turnbuckle, Lee tucks his arms under the legs of Andrew and spins him around for a turnbuckle powerbomb that causes both men to collapse onto the mat out of tiredness. This causes Train to get excited and start banging on his turnbuckle corner catching Lee’s attention and making him crawl to his corner. While Andrew does the same to his corner he remembers that he doesn’t have a tag partner anymore but as if on cue the music for Jonny hits and both him and Gooey make their way onto the stage to a pop from the crowd and shock of Andrew Black. While they are visibly hurt they are still able to walk around perfectly fine showing that Andrew won’t be getting that 50K after all.
Match Ending While on the stage both Jonny and Gooey point out that Andrew should look behind himself and as he does Train charges towards him and sandwiches him into the turnbuckle and causing Gooey and Jonny to cringe as they see him collapse to the mat. Train then picks up Andrew Black and finishes off this match with his ON NOM BOMB and gets the inevitable 3 count
Phillip: Winner of this match: Thunder Train and Lee Homicide!
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 16:00:46 GMT -5
Segment: My Leg! </Spongebob> (Credit: Train/Dave Shadow) After a hard fought match, Train is being helped backstage by a medical doctor and a referee. It seems that Train is being helped because of injury more than Batista! Oooo that was a cheap shot. Don't care. Anyway, he gets helped onto a table and the doctor right away checks his leg and knee area. Train lets out a "TSHHHHHH" noise as the doctor moves it back and forth.Doctor: Does it hurt here? Thunder Train: Of course it fucking hurts there you idiot! My knee is messed up again!Doctor: I hope that someone doesn't come in here with something like a steel chair and begin pounding on your knee. Thunder Train: That would suck. Am I right?Doctor: Yeah. Hahahaha. Suddenly, in walks Thunder Lawyer with a bunch of papers flying everywhere. He is adding something up as he walks forward to Train.Thunder Lawyer: Train! Train! Look here! With your Bat Train merchandise we can be making upwards of $32 million dollars a year. Can you believe that? Train, Train what the hell is wrong with you? Thunder Train: My leg got messed up in the tag match.Thunder Lawyer: Sheesh Train, if you keep injuring that leg you are gonna wind up like Kennedy....Kennedy. Thunder Train: I know. But that is good news I supposed. Have Ken and Chris been selling a lot?Thunder Lawyer: Are you kidding? Your official website, www.battrainrulesyoufreeman.com has crashed twice because of the orders we've been getting. It's crazy! Thunder Train: Awesome. Now Lawyer, let me rest.Thunder Lawyer: OK, I'll go count the money. Hahahahahahaha! Thunder Lawyer leaves with a gigantic smile going across his face. He went from a man threatening to quit, to a very rich person. Of course he's happy! You would be to! But not is all great however, as Thunder Lawyer leaves a man comes stomping into the medical area.Doctor: Sir, you can't have that here. ?: Shut up! Doctor: Seriously sir, you can't! Oh God no! Thwack!Thunder Train: Doctor? What is going on over there? I need medical attention! MEDIC! The man pulls away some curtains around Train's table. It's Dave Shadow! Son of a bitch! He approaches Train...Thunder Train: What are you doing here? Get out of here. Worse enough you lock me in a room for 3 days. I couldn't even watch ECW because of you!Dave: Oh my dear Train. How the tables have turned. Look at you. You like to act big and tough but you're more fragile than a piece of glass.Thunder Train: What are you doing...Dave Shadow raises up the chair and slams down onto the knee and leg of Train. Train grabs his leg and falls off the table. Dave pushes the table out of the way and gets back to Train. Train pleads with him to *Ahem* bugger off, but Shadow doesn't listen to him. He stomps on the leg of Train and then smashes it with his chair once more.Thunder Train: AHHH! Goddammit Dave, you have proven your point. Just let it go man, let it go.Dave: No Train, I won't let it go. you are nothing now. You are close to being crippled after a few chair shots, your mind is messed up because of your troubles with Steele and your...family problems. To think I once feared you.Thunder Train: Dammit! I know you and Gingerdude still have my sister locked up somewhere and I want her back.Dave: You want her back Train? Oh you're going to get exactly what you deserve.Dave picks up the chair over his head again and down again onto Train's leg it goes. He holds the chair up, looking at the dents in it, and smirks in triumph over his "victory". He then proceeds to leave the medical area not caring about what he has done. Dave is already a dangerous person but with his new attitude toward his match at Omega Effect, the odds seem really stacked against the International Champion.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 16:01:06 GMT -5
Segment save just in case.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 16:02:04 GMT -5
POV Segments Done Right Andrew Black’s POV Coming almost straight off a beat down, Andrew Black walks down the hallway. He is already sweating in his ring gear that consists of MMA shorts and bare feet and chest. And at his side is an almost mangled steel chair that already made victims out of Gooey and Jonny Spade. And it looks like it is about to take a third…
Jack Jefferson turns a corner, mostly likely coming back from the ring and is now walking in front of Andrew Black, who quickly darts behind some boxes. But Jefferson is in the zone, not turning or looking around anywhere. Black gets out from behind the boxes and begins running at Jefferson. His bare feet make almost now sound as he sprint all the way to Jefferson before he plants his feet and swings the chair t-ball style, but instead of the ball flying off the tee, Jefferson just crumples to the floor. The seat of the chair detaches from the rest of the chair and goes flying. The frame of the chair remains around Jefferson’s neck. Andrew Black down at his opponent and back down the hallway to see the badly wounded (however not taken out) G-Unit. An unhelpful trail of breadcrumbs is forming.[/center] I think that’s enough for one dayFade to Black
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 16:02:31 GMT -5
“A LESSON IN TOUGH LOVE” Credit: Dave Shadow & Thunderkiss 6/9/09 9:30 A.M. Thunder Mountain, San Fernando, California [It’s been in the back of his mind ever since he had the unpleasant experience of being forced to watch Anna Sommers-Joseph be made into a punching bag. Though it was certainly not his fault that he didn’t lift a finger, Thunderkiss does not know that and in this situation ignorance is NOT bliss. As he sits outside Ginger’s office thumbing through the latest edition of “Playboy”, a vibration comes from his shirt pocket. His muscles tense up and he begins to pray to the big man upstairs that it’s not whom he expects. Slowly he creeps the caller ID display into his line of sight and his heart drops into his stomach the instant his eyes confirm it is indeed Thunderkiss calling. He takes a few seconds to regret the fact he did not go to church this past Sunday and then answers the phone with a faint whisper.] Dave Shadow: .... Hello? Thunderkiss: DAVE, WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU!?Dave: Listen, TK. Calm down. I was there....Thunderkiss *interrupting*: THEN WHY DIDN’T YOU STOP HER?! WHEN A MAN MAKES A PROMISE TO ME, I TAKE HIM BY HIS WORD! A MAN IS ONLY AS GOOD AS HIS WORD! Dave: It was Ginger, Teeks. He told me to let her do what she wanted to do.Thunderkiss: ...... What? Dave: Yeah man. Listen, I'll be honest. I messed up when she was coming down and I just walked by her. For that I'm sorry. I don't like making excuses, but I was after having the match and wasn't thinking straight. But as soon as I was ready to go again, I tried to head back down. But...well....Gingerdude told me not to.Thunderkiss: What do you mean he told you not to? Dave: Just that. He told me to stay where I was and when I objected, he got pretty cranky. You may be my friend, Kiss, but he still signs my paychecks. I had no other choice. Thunderkiss: Yeah. Yeah you did but that’s a discussion for another time. So what you are telling me is that he allowed his daughter to get the shit kicked out of her? Dave: As crazy as that sounds, that’s exactly how it went down. [Thunderkiss squeezes his cell phone so tightly that its plastic casing begins to crack wishing it was Ginger’s neck all the while. As soon as he is able to think more rationally, he requests that “Operator” Shadow transfer his call in his best “don’t fuck with me” voice.] Thunderkiss: Put him on the phone.Dave: Hang on.[Feeling TK’s anger seething through the phone, Dave wastes not a second tracking down the head of Zero Tolerance. Luckily for him he is not far by. With no explanation he hurriedly places the phone in Ginger’s hand and turns tail the other way just as quickly, remaining close enough by so that his ears can appease his curiosities.] Gingerdude: Thunderkiss, my boy, how is the wrist?! Better I hope! Thunderkiss: Cut the shit, Ginger. Why did you stop Dave? Why did you let that son of a bitch put his hands on my wife?! [Ginger takes a few seconds to respond. It takes some time to choose his words carefully so that he can avoid lighting a 353 pound powder keg that is about to go off.] Gingerdude: She needed to be taught a lesson. She has not made good choices as of late and she needed to be shown the error of her ways. She has some bumps and bruises; she’ll be alright. It’s tough love, Thunderkiss. That’s all it is. Thunderkiss: Tough love? More like TOUGH SHIT! And when you say bad choices I’m assume you mean Thunderkiss, correct? I’m a very bad choice, aren’t I Ginger? Always have been always will be. Gingerdude: I did not say anything of the sort. If you recall, it was I who reconciled both your differences. However, when I did so, I had no indication that you’d turn my daughter into the hooligan she is today. I always expected that she would set you right again and I’d be back on the golf course hitting par with Mr. Joseph once more. Thunderkiss: So that’s what this is all about? You, sir, are out of your fucking mind. Anna had told me you were upset about her new life style changes but to go as far as allowing her be manhandled all because she won’t wear a pretty little dress anymore makes you certified bat-shit insane. Gingerdude: Thunderkiss, it’s not just about clothing or outward appearance.. It’s about attitude. Sure, she may not look like the Vice President of Alpha Championship Wrestling but I could deal with that. It would be difficult but I’d make the concession. However, since conforming to “your ways,” she has seemed to have lost a great deal brain cells - Thunderkiss *interrupting*: Hey, that’s my wife you’re talking about, pal. Gingerdude: And lest I remind you that she is my daughter. To reiterate, she struggled for years to make rational decisions and the moment she does, you take it away from her. All this talk about poverty, the environment, economics, the way she carries herself in front of others, it’s down right embarrassing! Plus, how can I leave her in charge with my finances?! Knowing her, she’d likely give away all our profits to some fly by night non-profit organization now! Thunderkiss: You sad, sad man. After all these years you still determine one’s worth by the number of dollar signs after their name. I got news for you, Ginger. Anna hasn’t, how did you put it, “lost” brain cells. She’s GAINED them by separating herself from this shallowness. I’m surprised she isn’t in a looney bin somewhere with the upbringing you and her mother provided for her.Gingerdude: I don’t need a lecture from you - Thunderkiss: Then grow the fuck up and be a parent. Your daughter already has a broken body. Don’t give her a heart to match.*ClicK*Thunderkiss: And go shove your golf club straight up your ass. Man I gotta get back there. The whole place is falling to hell. [FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 16:02:48 GMT -5
C E L L P H O N E
[/center][/font] Credit: Mystique & Hitman Hitman was in a large opened area grabbing a cup of coffee when he heard the clicking of heels down the corridor. When he turned, he found a woman holding two makeup kits in each hand. When she noticed him she smiled and dropped the kits where they were and strutted over to him.Mystique: Hey there, big sexy. Hitman: Hey there... Mystique: Getting some coffee? Hitman: Uhh, yeah. Mystique: Mmmm, you know what Mystique likes with her coffee? Hitman: what? Mystique: Cream. licking her lips, she looks up to smile at him. Hitman continue to have a confused look plastered upon his face as he completely forgot the existence of his coffee.Hitman: Oh no, I have a girlfriend- Mystique: Oh forget that silly ol' thing. What you need is a little mystique in your life. Hitman: I don't think so- Mystique: Baby boy, you don't know what you'd be missing. Hitman: You have a deep voice. Mystique: It's because I have a deep ... throat. Hitman looks down and his confusion turns into surprise with a touch of disgust.Hitman: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me that's a cell phone. Mystique: Mmmm why don't be sexy grab in and find out? Hitman: Okay, I need to go. Mystique: Don't forget about your coffee... Hitman: Sure... the thing... coffee... thing... uhhh... In his confusion, Hitman completely forgot about the coffee and ran as fast as he could from the room he was once in. Mystique sighed and fanned herself with her perfectly manicured nails before grabbing Hitman's coffee and sipping on it lightly.Mystique: Ugh, too much sugar. I'm already sweet. WAHBAMM Z SNAPMystique: Imma put that one in the books. [fade]
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