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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 16:03:07 GMT -5
Clash of the egos..... By Dave Shadow and Bryce Cutting backstage, we find Dave Shadow striding down the corridor, looking very proud of himself. In his hand is a chair, massive dents in the side of it. The weapon he used to assault his Omega Effect opponent, Thunder Train. The thought of the metal crashing down on Train’s leg is nearly enough to make Dave laugh out loud. As he passes various ACW staff members, they all look at him and shake their heads in disgust. Dave doesn’t care. As far as he’s concerned, he just got one over on Train and has possibly set up one hell of an advantage over the man everyone thought would kill him.
As he makes his way back towards his dressing room, Dave turns a corner. Off in his own little world, he speeds round it and nearly crashes into another man. With a camera crew and interviewer talking to him, the man doesn’t notice Dave either. Dave looks furious that someone would get in his way like this and ruin his good mood. He taps the man on the shoulder.
Dave: Oi, you’re in my way.The man slowly turns round, and Dave’s face marks the change in emotion. Dave goes from angry to annoyance, as he realises who it is.
Dave: Bryce.Indeed, the man who was giving an interview is none other than the ACW superstar known as Bryce. The two stare at each other for a moment, before Bryce’s eyes drift down towards the chair in Dave’s hand.Bryce: You know what, Dave? I heard that you and Train got into a bit of a scuffle. I then heard he had to receive emergency medical treatment after it. Obviously that confused me but I guess I can see how you managed not to get thrown through a wall or something now. Dave: Bryce, do me a favour and shut it.Dave shoves past Bryce, the two colliding shoulders. Bryce smiles as Dave tries to walk on down the corridor.Bryce: Oh yeah, just so you know Dave, we’ve got a match next Monday. Intrigued, Dave stops in his tracks. Slowly, he turns back to face Bryce. Now Dave is smiling as well. He walks back towards Bryce, trying to surround himself with an air of confidence.Dave: Really?Bryce: Yep. Dave: Well then, do yourself a favour. Go find Gingerdude and tell him you’re officially forfeiting the match.Bryce: Now why would I go and do such a silly thing, Davey boy! Dave: Simple. Cause if I’m after doing that much damage to Thunder Train, imagine what I’m going to do to you. Let me make myself loud and clear. I am so far out of your league, you can’t even see me. In fact, I’m going to head to Gingerdude right now and ask him why after weeks of facing the likes of Steele, White and other main eventers, someone has decided to relegate me down to your level.Dave turns to leave but Bryce grabs him by the shoulder. Dave shrugs him off.Bryce: Bahahaha! Someones drunk a little too much Thundergy! Maybe you’d be interested to know that I asked for the match? Dave: What?Bryce: You see, Dave, after Ginge's "amazing" decision to make me face that idiot Jefferson, I needed some way to repay the old snoot. So, I thought to myself, what better way than to face one of his little puppets! That's if you're not too busy sucking him off to get more title shots of course! Dave: You talk a big game Bryce. I respect that. But I also think you’re an absolute nutter. Fine. You want your big shot, you want to play with someone on my level, you’re more than welcome to. But don’t say I didn’t give you a chance. Bryce: A chance, Dave? Oh, Dave, someone has been hanging off of the boss's balls for too long. Dave, no, this is an opportunity..an opportunity for YOU! Yes you. For you to see just why you don't belong any higher than the LyCoSes and Wayde Russellers of this world! You see, I don't need steel chairs or any other foreign object for that matter to get the job done. Oh no, Dave. There is only one thing that I need to send you back to the low leagues where you belong and that's this! Bryce gestures to his body, indicating that all he needs to beat Dave is himself.Bryce: Dave, up until now you may have been seen as ahead of me in the rankings here in ACW, but that's for one reason and one reason only - because I have never had the opportunity to Californication you into tomorrow! Come Monday Dave, I'm going to bring your dreams crashing down to the mat just like you. I'm also going to be prove that I deserve that shot at Train's title because I can take him down without having to result to cheap shotting him just like you had too. Dave, you're nothing but a fraud, a fake and a wannabe - something you've been acting up to ever since you set foot in this company! Dave and Bryce are now in each other’s faces. Dave turns and strides off down the corridor, leaving Bryce looking after him. These two men both have massive egos, and they’ll collide next week on Warfare.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 16:03:22 GMT -5
===================== Promo time.
Chris Phenomenal and Jason Freeman ===================== To hold one title belt in ACW is quite an accomplishment, to hold two is even bigger, and two at the same time is nearly unheard of, but two singles titles, it’s something that’s been done on even fewer occasions. Tonight though, there’s another attempt at achieving one of the rarest feats in ACW as Chris Phenomenal steps into the ring with Jason Freeman. On that note we cut to Charlotte King and Chris Phenomenal standing in front of a television monitor and a ACW backdrop.Charlotte King: Ladies and Gentleman it is my pleasure at this time to be joined by the ACW Entertainment… Chris Phenomenal: And soon to be Fallout TV Title holder.Charlotte King: and Fallout TV Title holder, Chris Phenomenal. Now Chris, tonight you go one on one against Jason Freeman looking to cement your place in history as one of the few men to ever hold two single titles. How do you deal with the pressure. Chris Phenomenal: Pressure, there isn’t any pressure. I know that at the end of the night the best man is going to come out on top, and you’re kidding yourself if you don’t know who the best man is. I came into this company talking about finishing what I started, about cementing my legacy inside of the wrestling ring and after tonight, I take another step towards doing that. You can count on nearly one hand the amount of people that have been double champions in ACW, and amongst them are some of the greatest names to ever grace the ring Ridley, BK London, Andrew Hunter, Jonny Spade, and after tonight, there’s going to be another name you can add to the list, Chris Phenomenal.Charlotte King:Last week we saw your formation of an alliance with The Senator, a man who has been notorious for having those who joins with turn his back on him. You’ve recently turned your back on the Mega Star Alliance so it’s only logical to assume that you quite possibly are plotting the downfall of this partnership. Chris Phenomenal: I think this is a little different Charlotte, I’m not being asked to fetch peoples coffees, I’m not being chauffeured to autograph signings to serve as “protection” for Senator. All I have to do is watch his back and make sure that no one gets in his way of winning the ACW Heavyweight Title, and unlike the Mega Star Alliance for all the services I provide, I get a reward aside from “workin’ with a star,” I get a shot at furthering my career, and advancing my name and becoming ACW Heavyweight Champion.Charlotte King: You seem very cocksure heading into this match with Jason Freeman but last time you two faced off he walked out with his hand held high. How do you plan to change things tonight? Chris Phenomenal: I really don’t think there’s a need to change things tonight ya know. Last time I wrestled Jason Freeman yes he did beat me but it was on a fuckin' technicality, I was in control of that match and lost track of the time I spent outside of the ring and he managed to sneak out a win by countout. I’m not belittling his accomplishments because he does hold a victory over me but I swear though that tonight that isn't going to happen, no. I‘m gonna bring it harder than that old hack Thunderkiss after four Viagra. I’ve never lost a match where I’ve been a contender for a title, in ACW, or on a grander scale during my career. Add in the fact that Freeman is one of my few un avenged losses and I should have all the motivation I need to kick Freeman’s ass.Charlotte King: You used the word should like there’s extra reasons why you’d like to beat Jason Freeman, care to share them? Chris Phenomenal: Charlotte, you’ve been here how long, five years, and during those five years how many people have you met that haven’t wanted to take a piece out of Jason Freeman. He’s like the fat kid in your high school who think’s he the shit ’cause he listens to D12. He’s a piece of shit with no business thinking he’s anywhere close to be what he thinks he is and it only serves to infuriate you. A couple weeks ago Jason Freeman started braggin’ about breakin’ one of ACW’s most treasured record, that held by Kudo Yasuda for longest title reign ever. Quite frankly, I’ve been in ACW for what, four months know and I’d never even heard of this Fallout TV Title, as far as I was concerned fallout went down the shitter after Commissioner Zero was done with it, yet Freeman started carrying it around like he’s the shit. Take in the fact that he thinks thar runnin’ around, burnin’ down houses and beatin’ on women makes him tough, makes him the top dog I figured someone had to step up and show him that if you want to be tough, you have to beat someone who isn‘t one hundred years old like Latino, you have to beat someone in the prime of their careers in the ring, pinning their shoulders one, two, three and not on some bull shit technicality. So I decided to step up, I’m not going to let Freeman think he’s the shit, I’ve worked hard to bring credibility to the ACW Entertainment Championship, and after tonight I’ll do the same for the Fallout TV Title. So I stepped up and made the challenge, gave him a chance to validate his reign, and he shockingly accepted. So here we are tonight, just over one week away from Omega Effect. Everyone’s looking to build momentum, yet after tonight I’m going to have it for all myself, I'm going to walk out with the Fallout TV Title around my waist and let it die in peace, and that is
SIMPLY…Before Chris can finish up though, he’s stopped by his opponent Jason Freeman. The camera pans out a bit and the crowd boos at the sight of the man who AK forcibly pulled three teeth right out of his mouth, Jason Freeman. On his shoulder is the title in question, the Fallout Television Championship. He seems as confident as ever on the surface…but under that…there seems to be something else. Perhaps it’s all a bit of show. Not showing up tonight would surely have made him look weaker, and it seems he’s determined to make it like that whole incident on Monday had never happened. Act as if he isn’t bothered at all.Freeman: Oh, I’m sorry…were you talking about me? Chris Phenomenal: Goldycocks, and the three mares, and how I figured you weren‘t going to show up, claim AK inflicted severe mouth trauma, on you and you‘re out of action until Omega Effect. Freeman: Why wouldn’t I? I’m a little late I know. I had to find this belt. I haven’t brought it in a while and I couldn’t remember where I put it. I thought maybe I had thrown the thing out by accident. Chris Phenomenal: Well after tonight you’re not goin’ to have to worry ‘bout the damn thing because it’s going to be around my waist and bring it the credibility it deserves, somethin’ it can’t get while the almighty Jason Freeman is in charge. Freeman: Seriously, I took a belt that meant nothing and turned it into a prize to be sought. But if you were to win it from me, than it would be just as good as what it was before. A worthless belt for the Fallout scum to fight over. Because you’re not really much better, are you? Chris Phenomenal: Ya know, for some shit like that I outta knock ya teeth in, but someone already beat me to that.Phenomenal blatantly has called attention to the events of Monday…and as everyone well knows, Freeman is now three teeth short. Freeman’s demeanor seems to change as Phenomenal says these words, and he instantly is glaring at him. Perhaps Phenomenal has gone too far…has he just provoked the possibly unstable Freeman to snap? No, not yet it seems, for Freeman merely shakes it off and smirks.Freeman: Insult me all you want, but it is ME that should be insulted to step in the ring with someone like you. Just as I was so disrespected when I was booked in a match against you for that worthless title you ALREADY hold. You know what, Phenomenal? In one week I am going to step in the ring at Omega Effect, and DEFEAT, a former “legend”, as the fans call her, of this business. What are you doing? At least Atomic Kitsune has something to her name, and that’s credibility. At least she is a former world champion. What have YOU ever done to be talking down to people like me. You have made a number of very strong remarks. I'd like to see you back those up in the ring. You know what Phenomenal? I’m a little frustrated today…understandably. And I think you just got unlucky…the wrong day to have to face me. I’d watch my tongue if I were you. You want this little belt? Well, take it from me then. But let’s not waste time with talking. The only thing that is going to matter is when that bell rings, so why don't you save your energy? I'll see you out in the ring. And with that Freeman walks down the hallway. What is REALLY going through his mind tonight? Is he already plotting to get back at AK? Is this vicious cycle going to continue? Or is he going to lay low until the pay-per-view. Somehow that doesn't sound like Freeman. As he walks off, the camera zooms back in to Phenomenal, who is now once again, alone.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 16:04:28 GMT -5
Match 4: ..::ACW::.. JASON FREEMAN VS. CHRIS PHENOMENAL ..::MELTDOWN::..
Time limit: 15 Minutes Referee: Joey Reynolds
-* Tale of the Tape *-
Jason “The Giant” Freeman Age: 25 Height: 8'5" Weight: 550 lbs. Hometown: The French Alps, France.
“The Harlem Superman” Chris Phenomenal Age: 20 Height: 6'7" Weight: 265 lbs. Hometown: Harlem, New York During the slow intro of the song, the lights dim, and Freeman walks out onto the ramp slowly. When the chorus hits the lights turn on and flash brightly as a bit of fire pyro goes off. He walks slowly, and poses a bit as he walks down the ramp.
“Simply Phenomenal” begins to play as Chris Phenomenal emerges from the back. He begins his ascent to the arena slowly bobbing to the beat of the music. Reaching the foot of the ring Chris pauses and raises his head looking at the ring before exploding up onto the canvas. He ducks into the ring and walks towards his corner, firing a few punches in the air. He removes the un needed accessories and waits in his corner for the bell.~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: Jason Freeman waves his Fallout TV title in front of CP’s face a few times and that’s all it’s going to take to get the Harlem Superman’s blood going. He lunges at Freeman and manages to tackle him down to the mat. There, he begins to punch down upon him but Freeman is too crafty to sit there and take it and soon wiggles his way to Freeman. CP latches onto his trunks to prevent him from getting away but Freeman turns this into an advantage for him by yanking CP directly into one of his knees. It blasts CP right in the face and Freeman stomps down on his fingers for good measure. Jason then yanks CP back up onto his feet and goes for a standing dropkick that hits right on target, sending CP back into the ropes. Freeman goes for a running clothesline to send CP up over the ropes to the outside, but CP ducks down for the counter and back body drops Jason to the floor below! Freeman lands hard and lets out some cries of displeasure. CP then takes the nearest corner and sets himself up for a diving cross body block. The moment Freeman is up on his feet CP launches off with it and hits it. Both men go tumbling onto the padded concrete the fans rise to their feet and explode with approval. It takes a while for both men to get vertical again, but the moment they are on their feet CP goes to Irish whip Freeman into the steel ring post but Freeman reverses sending CP there as well. As CP’s back throbs in pain, we go to the middle of the match! MATCH MIDPOINT: Moments ago Freeman rolled CP into the middle of the ring where he now has a chinlock on him. It is his hope to wear CP down but Chris does not want to play along. He digs deep and begins to lift his body upwards, taking Freeman along with the ride. Two elbows to Freeman’s midsection later, Jason breaks his hold and CP responds with a big headbutt that sends the TV Champion down to the canvas. Jason then gets picked up and CP tosses him off his shoulders into a cutter known as the HARLEM HURT! Freeman is seeing stars and CP finishes up with a big leg drop across the Champion’s chest! Knowing full well that Freeman has a lot left CP does not follow up with a pin fall attempt but instead picks Freeman up for round two. He drags him over to a nearby corner and places him in a tree of woe. Once there, he slides back and gives himself room to operate. He then takes off running and gives Freeman a massive knee to his groin - the C-P KNEE! Joey Reynolds is not pleased with the use of the ropes or the low blow and admonishes CP. Due to the magnitude of this match Phenomenal will receive a warning and will not get another. Reynolds unties Freeman’s legs and he slumps to the mat like a napsack filled with wet clothes. CP then drags him to the center of the ring where he tries a pin attempt. He gets a near fall of two before Freeman kicks out showing that he still has some fight in him. That’s just fine with Phenomenal, he has a lot more to dish out. And with that we go to the final moments of this match up! MATCH ENDING: Its do or die time and both men wanna keep living! Now on their feet, the two competitors begin a series of rushes that ends with a lariat whiff by CP. Freeman is able to slip around CP and slap on a Full Nelson. There, he spins CP face first to the mat and face plants him into next week. As CP checks to make sure all his teeth are intact, Freeman yanks him back up to his feet and hits the opposite ropes. He then leaps into the air and begins to bicycle kick CP and actually manages to get about four kicks in before falling to his back. The keyword being his “back.” Injured and tired, CP actually is able to quickly shake off the cobwebs and leap onto Freeman in this position and step on his shoulders for added pressure. Reynolds instantly acknowledges the pin and Freeman struggles to roll his shoulder. At the count of one he gives up on this and instead rocks his whole body forward taking CP with him. Phenomenal lands on HIS shoulders and Freeman lifts his body up for the dominant position. Adding his entire body weight on Chris he executes the pin fall but he doesn’t stop there. Reaching up he grabs the top rope for even more leverage and unfortunately for CP Reynolds does NOT see it. Try as he might, CP cannot break free from Freeman’s cheating ways and the TV Championship will continue reside across Freeman’s waist - UGH. ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! MELTDOWN WINNER: JASON FREEMAN!
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 16:04:49 GMT -5
L A C E & L E A T H E R the more I come to understand the touch of my hand[/center][/font] knock knock.Ginger: Come it. Ginger was looking over some papers in a leather binder when someone knocked on the door. He didn't look up until after the door had opened and closed, heels clicking on the newly laid wooden floors. As his eyes wandered up, his mouth and papers he was holding dropped.Ginger: Uhh Rena, I- Rena: Shhhh, Gingie ... I just came to see how you were feeling. Standing before him wearing a black silk slip, stockings, a lace bra and black heels, Rena smiled and moved gracefully around and behind Ginger's chair. As Ginger's eyes grew confused, Rena grabbed his shoulders and began to rub them gently.Rena: Poor, Ginger ... all couped up in your office. All work and no play makes Rena a horny girl. Ginger: What would you like? Rena: Nothing, babe. Ginger: I am far too old to fall for your tricks again. Just give it to me straight. Rena: Oh, fine. I want Bryce in a match. Ginger: That's it. Rena had left Ginger's back and placed herself into the overstuffed chair facing Ginger's desk.Rena: Yes, that's it. Ginger: Done. Rena: Really? Ginger: Yeah. Seriously, Rena ... I appreciate the show now and then, don't get me wrong ... but you went a little overboard to request a match. Rena: *laughs* I wanted to see if I still had it. Ginger: *smiles* Well, that's why I keep you under contract. Rena: Look, I'm sorry for being a raving bitch lately. It's just- Ginger: You don't need to explain, I understand. Now, go have some fun tonight while ol' Gingie works hard. Rena: Watcha working on? Ginger: Nothing, just plans. Rena: What kind of plans. Ginger: Omega Effect plans. Rena: LEMME SEE! Ginger: No! Rena: oh, but Ginger ... I'm so horny ... and those plans will make me even hornier. Ginger: I'm not falling for it. Rena: Even if I show nipple? Ginger: Oh god ... Rena, go. Rena: Jeeze, you're no fun anymore. Ginger: Well, you're not getting any younger. Rena: HEY! Ginger: Sorry. Rena: *smirks* you're a dick. Ginger: Yup, Yup, thanks. Come again. Rena began to walk for the door, but quickly turned around and snatched the plans off the desk. She had time to read them briefly before Ginger got up from his chair to snatch them backGinger: Rena, give me that! Rena: This is all wrong! Why would you put it there? And there isn't enough color in this design. Ginger: It's a photocopy. Color is added later, Rena. Now give it to me! Rena: Fine, suit yourself if you want OE to look like a shit show. Ginger: It will turn out just fine, thankyouverymuch. Rena: Mhm, sure sure. Anyways, I'm off. Think about moving the alphatron. It looks awkward there. Ginger: Goodbye. Rena: I'm leaving, I'm leaving. Ginger: Mhm. Rena: Oh, and that little note about the main event. Nice surprise. The kids'll love it. Ginger: GO! He had said it enough times, and a laughing Rena finally waved good-bye and left his office. He grumbled a few words and then finally moved the location of the alphatron.[fade]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 16:05:33 GMT -5
"Love Meet Liaison" Credit: Danny Mainer As the food gets as cold as the meeting between these two internet lovers on their first meeting, Mainer pokes at his burger with a fork as she checks her nails. Just as the image as she had supplied she looks unbelievably like Morticia Adams only... hotter, with the black spiderweb dress and the ghostly white skin but without the crooked jew nose and a bigger bust. She wasn't really much into her sphaghetti either, she'd managed a few mouthfuls but she was kinda unable to comprehend the situation that she'd actually come out and met a total stranger. He finally breaks the silence.Danny Mainer: "So, this is awkward."Drusilla LeBlanc: "I know, right?" She twirls the sphagetti around her fork and takes a mouthful, musing on life.Danny Mainer: "Do you mind if I do a quick rant?"Drusilla LeBlanc: "Go ahead." Danny Mainer: "Are ya' sure?"Drusilla LeBlanc: "No, not at all! I'm taking it as an opportunity to get to know you." Danny Mainer: "Alright well here goes nothing."He clears his throat then pushes his plate to one side as she stares directly into his eyes, hanging onto his every action and word.Danny Mainer: "The food sucks, bad. This stuff is supposed to be cooked fresh out of the kitchen but it tastes like it's been cooked fresh out of an alsatian's asshole, the man who's making my dessert pancakes is scratching his balls with the spatula, the orange juice is off and this vanilla milkshake tastes like it's older then the last time I actually did my own tax return. That's my complaint about the food. The music is tacky, the guitar with the christmas lights around it has had "POOP" written in bolded lettering on the neck for as long as I can remember and NOBODY has had their balls strung up for it. The music is so old it came out when typhoid was actually considered a serious threat of a disease in this country, or at least it would be if this damn burger didn't have more Gold Rush era diseases then an eighty-five year old panhandler who uses horse shit for tooth floss."Drusilla LeBlanc: "Are you all done?" Danny Mainer: "Not quite, if you just give me a moment to compose my next section..."Drusilla LeBlanc: "Whatever you say." She smiles sweetly as with Jim Carrey like human animation, Mainer slurps down the end of his apparently awful milkshake and rolls his eyeballs around his socket like he's being shaken.Drusilla LeBlanc: "Are you oka-" Danny Mainer: "I've been SET UP on a date with a total fucking stranger that I've had absolutely no opportunities to speak to before in my life even though she's incredibly fucking beautiful. She has absolutely no idea who I am, but she's actually listening to everything I'm saying and so I feel like a complete dickbag ranting about her IN A PUBLIC PLACE in front of EVERYBODY. She doesn't know that the only reason I'm here is because my PSYCHIATRIST ordered me here, well she does now so now she thinks I'M MENTAL and-"Random Guy: "SHUT DA FUCK UP CRACKA!" Danny Mainer: "And worst of all... I've just done this big overblown rant about the girl I'm sitting with in front of her face and despite the awkwardness she seems like the kinda' person I'd actually want to get to know and AS PER FUCKIN' USUAL I've ruined it!"Drusilla LeBlanc: "No actually, you haven't. Did you read my profile?" Danny Mainer: "My psychiatrist read out the brief bits."Drusilla LeBlanc: "Well, I said there was two guys I was after... a submissive, little bitch of a bookworm..." His eyes sparkle like diamonds as he stands up, a skewered french fry on a fork the trophy of his declaration as he shouts it loud and proud.Danny Mainer: "Or a LOUD. OBNOXIOUS. ASSHOLE! YESSSSSSS! I win again!"Pancake Ballsack Guy: "DUDE! Shut the fuck up or I'ma jerk off on ya' pancakes! Yer scarin' away all mah damn customers!" Danny Mainer: "Gross."Drusilla LeBlanc: "My name is Charlotte, who're you?" Danny Mainer: "Danny, Danny Masterson."Drusilla LeBlanc: "Charlotte Lawton, charmed." Danny Masterson: "Lovely to meet you."Charlotte Lawton: "And you. What do you work as?" Danny Masterson: "I'm a businessman, I own a nightclub in Minato, Japan."Charlotte Lawton; "Really?!" Danny Masterson: "Yeah, I'm in Vegas visiting family."Charlotte Lawton: "I guess I got lucky then." Danny Masterson: "I guess ya' did. Shall we ditch this place?"Charlotte Lawton: "Can do. Are we going back to yours?" Danny Masterson: "My house doesn't exist anymore."Charlotte Lawton: "Back to mine then?" Danny Masterson: "Right-o. So long as I don't JIZZ. IN. MY PANTS."And with that, so begins another adventure with Mainer having a generic girlfriend. Off for a night of bondage and kinky sex Mainer looks forward to his evening of nookie with someone that's intellectual as well as sexy. As the man that's scratching his balls with a spatula appears at the table with pancakes with a pubic surprise hidden among the deliciousness he is disappointed to find they've both left and what's more without paying.Pancake Ballsack Guy: "Fuck my life." FADE
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 16:05:54 GMT -5
Book 1: D-Town Chapter 11: Shit Hits The Fan Credit: Andrew Black [/i][/center] September 19thHey Jamol, what’s up man?The day was just wrong, woke of the other side of the bed or something. Something just felt off about today. I couldn’t do anything right at work and I still had to go to the gym in an hour and I had a feeling that was not going to go well.. I was probably just being paranoid as I stand next to the pay phone in the rain. Just another bad thing to add to my day. Jamol: Man, I got some bad news. What?!Jamol: Tommy….got da shit kicked of him. By Present. Dude, what the fuck are you thinking? The kid’s fifteen! How could you let him fight?!Jamol: C’mon mang, we woulda been outnumbered. You know Chill won’t fight. We all woulda been killed. I mean, he only got some cuts and bruises, he fine. He was right. My brother took a beating for the group. I’m not happy about it, but I have to accept it. Jamol: I hate to say it, but it will only get worse. We keep winning. Challengin’ their authority. Its just gonna piss em off mo. You gotta end it.Jamol: How? Fuck if I know. You gotta figure it out thought.Jamol: I know. Shit, I gotta run. Tell everyone I said hey. And tell Chill to throw it up next time for me.Jamol: Will do mang. Peace Later++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Today’s training lesson was based around knees. Grounded knees, knee when you are standing, other times to use knees. It all seemed really simple, and I just couldn’t pay attention. I was worried about Tommy back home. Mike can tell I am distracted. He stopped explaining the maneuver several times and I didn’t even notice. I was out there. He eventually pulled me aside. Mike: You are distracted. I don’t need to know, it happens to all of us once in a while. But this is not easy work. I will let you go early, but come Monday, you need to be ready to work your ass off. You hear me? Yes sir.I wait for him to walk away before I sprint to the locker room to change. I don’t have much time, just the weekend. But I do have a plan…
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 16:06:16 GMT -5
Segment: Unwanted Welcome Credit: Jake Steele Recently the actions of Jake Steele have been more than questionable. There have been people who once followed him almost religiously who have now turned their backs on him, and went off to their next hero. Whoever that may be. There are even members of his own group beginning to question what his motives truly are, and he’s had to defend his own reasons every time. One of those reasons being that he has to do whatever it takes to keep his championship around his waist, and to do so he had to take two of the biggest threats to his reign. Sure, he has claimed he needs no one to do that with him and save for a little help by Thunder Train, so far he hasn’t. Though even with his current attitude, and his solo nature, there is still someone who knows they will always have a safe spot within the heart of our champion… that being Misono Matheson. Having just arrived to the ACW arena, she enters the Road Steeler locker room to see it pretty empty, save for the champion himself, Jake Steele. He stands near his TV, watching the events of the show. He stands with his arms folded, unaware of who stands behind him. Misono smiles to herself, deciding to sneak up on her man and cover his eyes with the palm of her hands. Bad idea.
She gets very surprised reaction, as Steele jumps back with his fist clenched, almost striking the asian bombshell, but catching himself as he sees who it is. He reacts accordingly as she falls back onto her ass, in shock.Jake Steele: Oh… hey.Misono Matheson: Hey? You almost struck me! What is your problem? Aren’t you going to even help me up? Steele extends his hand to her without responding, and she nervously grabs hold of his hand, pulling herself up and dusting herself off. Steele turns back to the TV, and folds his arms back up.Misono Matheson: …Aren’t you going to ask me how I am? Jake Steele: How have you been.Misono Matheson: I’ve been good… the tour went well. I really think this next album will sell well… uhm… how have you been? Jake Steele: I’m still champ, which means I’m doin’ perfect.Misono Matheson: Oh, that’s great to hear baby! I love to see you with that championship across your waist, it looks so good around your waist! Though she piles up the comments, there is something in the air which tells her that her man isn’t in a mood to be very talkative. Not really following up on the recent events of ACW, Misono stands clueless to this attitude which resides in this locker room. Looking to the sky for a minute, thinking of what she could say next, she scrunches up her face. Instead of actually saying anything, she moves towards Steele and begins kissing on his neck softly. Steele closes his eyes, rolls his tongue around the inside of his cheek, but not because he finds this pleasurable, it’s actually more of an annoyance which is shown across his face.Jake Steele: This ain’t exactly da time for dat…Misono Matheson: What’s your problem… I just want to give you some lovin’. We haven’t had a chance to fool around for weeks. Jake Steele: And right now you expect us to? For real?Misono Matheson: Why not? Train isn’t here, and neither of the other guys… come on… I need some stress relief. It was a loooong, booooring flight. Steele shrugs her off of him despite her persuasion, and she backs up, looking completely offended.Misono Matheson: What the fuck is up with you? You haven’t even looked at me for more than two seconds since I’ve been back, and you almost punched me! Did I do something wrong to you!? Jake Steele: …Misono Matheson: You know what, fuck you! I tried to be sweet to you, but I’m tired of putting up with your bullshit! You called me once during my entire tour, once! I’m not going to deal with this anymore, I’m going to find a real man, someone who’s actually grown enough to handle me! And… a nerve has just been struck. Steele turns back around to face “Queen Matheson”, and he begins to walk towards as she scrambles to grab her bags up. She picks her final bag up, and begins to stroll out just when Steele catches her by the wrist and he spins her around to look him directly in his face, and she’s taken back.Jake Steele: You want me to look at you? Well look at me, bitch! Do you see me now!? Huh!Misono Matheson: Let go of me! Jake Steele: Listen! I don’t have time for your petty bullshit, I have far more important things to worry ‘bout then fuckin’ around wit’ yo little ass! If you really want to leave, go ahead then, I don’t want you here neither! What have you did for me? What have you did to make sure I kept gold around my waist, huh - nothing! I’ve did everything I’ve needed to do on my own, while you were off promotin’ some album nobody even wants to listen to! You really want to leave? Let me help you!With his unforgivable rant in process, tears begin to swell up in the eye sockets of Misono, but Steele doesn’t notice, or care as he picks up her bags and lunges them out of the room, and out into the hallway. He continues to scoop up the suitcases and bags, and throw them out before he finally walks up to Misono and stands directly above her and stares down at her, watching the tears stream down her face as he slowly raises his finger up, pointing out the door.Jake Steele: …Get out.She quickly brushes past him with the mascara she had added on just for Steele running down her face, as her welcome was quickly warn out before she could even properly make it back into the graces of the arena. She tries to whip back around and give the puppy dog eyes to Steele, but the door slams in her face. And as the door closes, she starts to back up against the wall, and she lets the tears stream, sitting on the floor as she has just suffered the ultimate denial and seen firsthand what Jake Steele has become. Unforgiving. Ruthless. The remorse he once showed towards her seems no more as Misono stares up the words placed on the locker room door with discontent in her heart.ACW World Heavyweight Champion Jake Steele Fade
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 16:07:00 GMT -5
"Gaming with the Snake" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
For the past few weeks, you haven't really heard from Rattlesnake. In fact, the last thing that was said from him was being in Chairman Gingerdude's Office, being reinstated. So what's been going on? What has Snake been up to?
The scene starts with a black screen. Snake can be heard.
Rattlesnake: Oh come on. I should have had that.
The screen transitions into a hallway. The camera slowly traverses the hallway to an open door. It opens and Rattlesnake is seen sitting in a chair, facing a screen. In his hands is an Xbox 360 controller. A wireless headset sits upon his ear. On the screen...Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare.
Rattlesnake: Of course I should have had that. What do you think I'm trying to do with that guy? Tango? Jesus Christ man.
Rattlesnake listens in to the conversation as he gets into a firefight with an opponent.
Rattlesnake: Oh, you thought I was trying to waltz. Brilliant...HOLY SHIT!
Snake gets killed on screen.
Rattlesnake: Fucking knifer. Who the hell bring a knife to a gun fight anyways? Fucking hell man.
Snake respawns only to be mowed down by a sniper.
Rattlesnake: Oh that's great.
Game: An enemy UAV has been spotted.
Rattlesnake: The enemy UAV can suck it. Suck it long and suck it hard.
Snake finally kills one enemy, followed by another and another.
Rattlesnake: That's three now. Come on you son of a bitch. Where are you?
Snake turns a corner and gets sniped again.
Rattlesnake: Sniped again. That's great.
Snake looks at the map and sees someone on his team going in circles.
Rattlesnake: Who the hell is going in circles?
Snake listens in.
Rattlesnake: You're doing that for what? For fun? Quit circle jerking and get in the game!
Rattlesnake shakes his head as he mows down a couple of enemies.
Rattlesnake: Now that's a good time. No...that's not. Kicking someone else's ass is a good time.
The game ends with Snake's team losing. The Awesome Cowboys of Wrestling would hold their head in shame if they saw that.
Rattlesnake: That was both cruel and tragic. We had a cross between a circle jerker, a guy with a hard on for sniper rifles and camping, a guy that loves to take a knife and stab you in the ass and what else? A kid that thinks I was waltzing. Hey, why couldn't your dad have done us a favor and pulled out?
Rattlesnake hears a bunch of laughing in his headset.
Rattlesnake: No seriously. If you're going to sit there and offer shitty comebacks, then we have to wonder if your dad should have pulled out. It's a simple cause and effect deal. He didn't, therefore you're here. Why don't you go ask him why he didn't? And while you're at it, ask your mom about teabagging. I'm sure she knows all about it. Sorry guys, I'm out. I can't take any more of this prepubescent bullshit.
Snake leaves the game. He sets the controller down and removes the headset.
Rattlesnake: The shit I deal with.
Rattlesnake sighs.
Rattlesnake: Oh well. At least I can escape all of the bullshit and return to the ring.
Snake stretches and then relaxes in his chair. He is back officially. But for how long? His retirement tour is supposed to end sometime soon.
Rattlesnake: It's not too long now. Ginger should be glad I never revealed my stipulation. I don't think he could have handled it. Of course, he would have tried to abolish it. But you can't blame me for trying to get another chance at my ultimate goal. That time will come though. It will be my time.
The scene fades to black.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 16:07:36 GMT -5
“SANDSTORM” Credit: Senator & Thunderkiss 6/10/09 1:45 P.M. The Joseph’s Beachfront Condo, ACW Island, USA [48 hours have passed thought as far as Grindhouse is concerned, the memories of being slammed into the canvas by the ACW World Champion happened just minutes ago. The ache in her joints won’t let her forget what happened no matter how hard she tries. It is her hope that a change in scenery will relax both her body and her mind and she ventures out onto the beach in front of her and her husband’s beachfront condo on the island. The cool ocean breeze and the sound of the waves begin to whisk her away from reality but darkness casts itself back into her world. Literally. So is the life of a Joseph, you should not be surprised by now.] Grindhouse: Honey, you picked the wrong day for an autograph. So do us both a favor and either say something or scram. Preferably both. You’re blocking my sunlight.[You’d think that after such directness the shadow cast upon her would disappear but it still lingers. Whomever this is, they most certainly have her attention now though it’s the kind of attention you regret, like that of a lion in the middle of the wilderness.] Grindhouse: Are you dea - YOU![/b] [The of evasive nature her mystery guest forces for her to pull away from her magazine and discover their identity. She may be on a beach but it sure ain’t David Hasselhoff.] Senator: Pardon my intrusion, Anna, but I thought this looked like a prime spot to relax. Grindhouse: Well, you thought wrong. Bye-bye.Senator: Despite your abrupt tone, I figure you need someone to speak with in this dismal situation, Mrs. Sommers-Joseph, or is it Joseph-Sommers? Never could tell with those absurd hyphenated monikers. Grindhouse: Both your advice and your presence are neither wanted or appreciated. So why do you just get the hell out of here before I have to call the cops for what little good that would do. You’d just pay them off just like you do everyone else. Senator: That will most certainly be unnecessary, Anna. Now, as I drove in, I could not help but to notice that this beach is indeed public property, and as such, the law states that I have every right to be here, just as you do. As much as you would wish, it is not your private fiefdom, Anna. Grindhouse: Will you please LEAVE?! [/b] [Again he totally ignores her request and instead does the opposite. With his hand he makes a nice indentation in the sand for his bottom to rest and begrudgingly places it in there. A man of his caliber having to resort to such crude seating? For shame. Grindhouse’s levels of resentment rise into the red.] Senator: Anna, perhaps you are angry due to your illustrious husband's absence. It is a terrible shame that he could not be by your side, right after what that vile ruffian Jake Steele pulled off. Grindhouse: For the record it was I who had to tell him to stay away and you should be thanking me for that. The way he sounded he was going to do something we’d all regret. Senator: Exactly, Anna, I knew we saw eye to eye on more than it would appear. Aiden is just about the most impulsive individual on the face of this planet, and that trait often comes back to hurt him, and others. Grindhouse: What? What do you want, Phillips? You came here for a reason and I highly doubt it’s to talk shit about Thunderkiss. Are you here to gloat about what happened with Jake Steele? Is that it?Senator: Gloat? I find that reprehensable, Anna! Jake Steele deserves everything that he has coming to him at Omega Effect and more. I will tear him to shreds, for he represents everything that I find troublesome with this era of ACW. Anna, being the pampered child of the Chairman himself, you should know well that what Steele represents is not right for your father's company. Your father has a brilliant business mind, but he can often be distracted at.... Grindhouse: He sent you, didn’t he?[The Senator is not like Abraham Lincoln in that he cannot tell a lie. He’s a modern day politician and his job security demands that he deviate from the truth once every so often. Be that as it may, today is not one of those days. Anna already knows who’s behind the nature of his visit; it’s in his best interests and Ginger’s to respond with honesty.] Senator: I admit that he did suggest this visit, Anna, but I would not have given his request the time of day unless I felt that it was worthwhile. And, Anna, I most certainly find this to be worth the time away from my training, and from... Grindhouse *interrupting*: I know I’ve asked you about three times to leave and each time you have chosen to ignore me. Now, I am going to ask a fourth time and if you decide to disrespect me again I promise those overpriced khakis will be the least of your concern.Senator: Such a shame, Anna, you almost reverted back to the lady that I know resides inside that fascade that you built up, but instead, once again, you must bring out the worst in yourself. I hoped for the best, but since you persist in your current state, I think I should remind you what happened the last time you tried such a thing, Anna. [No. No he doesn’t. The hammerlock is fresh on Anna’s mind and at this moment in time she’s as close to her husband as she’s ever been in her life. She now understands what it’s like to be constantly hounded, to be backed into a corner with nowhere to go. And just like her husband, she responds accordingly.] Grindhouse: AAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHH!!![Anna’s leg makes like a sandblaster and begins to coat Steve’s face with as much gravel as possible. It goes without saying that the Senator doesn’t take kindly to this but manages to maintain his composure unlike the World Champion. Let’s see if he can continue to do so when a beach chair is chucked at his head.] Grindhouse: GET OUT OF HERE! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!Senator: What a juvenile display! I tell you, Anna, you need to re-evaluate your life right now! Stop turning yourself into something worse than you already were! And look again at that big steroid injected imbescile that you call a husband, and realize that his influence is perhaps not as positive as you would wish! Ginger was right, you have become a miserable, crass, petty, ungrateful woman, serves me right for trying to change that, Anna, and that is nothing, but the truth, woman! [Senator brushes himself off the best he can and retreats to higher ground and better company. Anna does not take her eyes off of him for one second to make sure he’ll not come back for round two. Try as she might, she cannot get comfortable again after his intrusion and angrily packs up her things and returns back to the isolation of her house. The second she steps through the door her items scatter to the floor as frustration becomes her. She cannot help but weep for better times. Will they ever come?] [FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 16:08:12 GMT -5
Segment: To Live and Die, Part 14 (Credit: Lee)
Fade in to a shot of Lee and his female companion from earlier, and surely enough, they’re just lying there on the bed under the faint glow of the purple light. He lies flat on his back, still considerably stiff with anxiety, but a little more relaxed than before. She rests her head snugly on his chest.
Woman: What is it that you do, Lee?
Lee: I guess...just hang out and stuff.
Woman: What do you wanna do?
As she continues to run her cherry red fingernail across his chest, Lee ponders for an answer, but none comes to him.
Lee: Beats me.
A beat of uneasy silence passes between the two.
Lee: Leave. Get out of here.
Woman: Why? You don’t like it here?
Lee: I don’t think anybody likes me.
Woman: Maybe you just need some new friends.
She raises herself up on one arm.
Woman: Here. Let me help.
She moves in for a kiss.
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Another dreary morning sets in on the west coast. Lee sits on his porch smoking a cigarette when Pete comes into view.
Pete: What’s up, man?
Lee: Not much. Just chillin’.
Pete: Where you been?
Lee: Busy, man. Work and shit.
Pete: Bullshit. I went by your work, and you weren’t there. Come on, dude, where you been? I’m not gonna judge you or nothing. I’m just curious. Who gives a fuck? Just tell me.
Lee: Dude, mind your own business. I’m outta here.
Lee rises to his feet, but barely even makes it a few steps.
Pete: Can’t say it, huh? Can’t even lie to me?
Lee turns to face Pete.
Lee: Fuck you.
He turns to walk away again, but Pete shoves him from behind.
Pete: Man, don’t turn your back on me!
He notices the ire shining through Lee’s eyes.
Pete: Come on, bitch!
Lee: You don’t want to get into this now, motherfucker.
Pete rushes forth and slams his beefy fist into Lee’s jaw. Lee goes flying back onto the dying brown grass of his lawn.
Pete: Yeeeeeaaaaaaah, how you like me now?
Lee clutches his mouth.
Lee: What’s your fuckin’ problem, man?
Pete: Four years of Tae Kwon Do, motherf--
He catches sight of the GLOCK that’s become dislodged from Lee’s waistband. His jovial demeanor instantly evaporates.
Lee: Ah, shit.
Pete: So that’s it, huh?
Lee: Yeah, well, so what? All right? So fucking what?
Pete: No, good job, man. I’m real proud of you. Looks like you’re on your way, bro.
Lee: Man, what do you want from me?
It’s now Pete’s turn to storm away from Lee.
Lee: What the fuck do you want from me? You thought I could just come out and turn this shit around? Well, fuck that! ‘Cause last time I checked, this place was all fucked up!
Pete: You didn’t even try, bro!
Lee: Try?! Man, I don’t got it like you! All right? I ain’t got no second chances! I got no family, none of that shit to fall back on!
Pete: Man, you got your second chance, remember? And that’s more than most people ever get. Seriously, getting a job and staying out of trouble ain’t that hard.
Lee: You think I really believe that shit.
Pete: What do you believe in? I wanna know because I thought you’d have it figured out by now.
Lee reaches over for the gun and grasps it firmly in his hand, brandishing it proudly in front of Pete.
Pete: Yeah? You think that’s gonna make everything better?
He scoffs dismissively.
Pete: You know what? I never did think things would be all nice and happy and shit again. I’m not an idiot. I just didn’t wanna lose my best friend again. That’s all.
His voice cracks just slightly.
Pete: But since you don’t give a fuck about me, I don’t give a FUCK about you!
He turns away from Lee once more, this time with no intention of continuing this conversation.
Lee: Pete, come on.
Pete continues to march away in a huff. Lee spits some blood out of his mouth. He hears the loud honk of a car horn behind him and turns to catch sight of Sammy running out of her house and to the red sports car. Lee forms a gun gesture with his fingers and points it to the driver.
Lee: Bang.
The car drives away.
Lee: You’re next, fucker.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 16:08:33 GMT -5
POV Segments Done Right Jack Jefferson’s POV
Andrew Black has been warned and now one of two things will happen; either he will hide and try to delay what he’s got coming to him or he’ll grow a pair and seek me out. I don’t care, either way the outcome will be the same – the disrespect will be beaten out of him and he will learn to fear and respect the name Jack Jefferson, personally I hope it’s the former...the hunt is always fun. Fear, it’s kinda like respect because it makes people look at you in a certain way. Maybe it’s even better? A person could respect someone but that wouldn’t stop them betraying them. Fear however? Yeah, that’d make them think twice about crossing you!
I enjoy being feared and I can see it in the face of all the nameless drones dotted about in the backstage area. They don’t know what exactly I’m going to do if anything and that gives me power. Time to exercise some of my power and really get the hunt going methinks. The look on the crew member’s face when I single him out is priceless.
“You!”
He almost drops the box he’s carrying, which would’ve been funny. The look of terror on his face is fun enough, though.
“M...me?”
“Yes you! Where’s Andrew Black?!”
“I...don’t know. In his locker room maybe?”
“Maybe? MAYBE?! That really doesn’t help me now does it?!”
He flinches under my gaze, yeah I’m definitely enjoying this being feared thing. They don’t think I’m a joke anymore do they?!
“Well...I...haven’t seen him, sorry.”
He scuttles off, I could stop him with a click of my fingers but I don’t think I’ll bother. The worm was clearly telling the truth, he was too spineless to lie to me, and anyway I’ll find Black soon enough. The longer it take the more he’ll sweat I guess. I might as well try his locker room though, it’s the logical place for him to be. I turn another corner and try to remember the way to his locker room, this place is like a fucking maze. Just keep walking, I’ll find it eventually. ARGH! FUCK!! WHAT WAS THAT?!?
*30 seconds go by*
Next thing I know there’s water being splashed over my face by a concerned looking EMT, he’s either 10 foot tall or I’m on the floor. What the fuck happened? I look down and see something around my neck...is that the frame from a steel chair? Christ my head is hurting, I rub the back but it feels wet. As suspected, there’s blood on my fingers when they come into focus. Whichever disrespectful fuck did this is going to pay.
“Who...?”
The EMT shrugs, useless bastard, but I can hear someone behind saying a name. I can’t quite make it out so I drag myself to my feet, tossing the chair frame away, and shove the fussing EMT out of the way, anyone would think I’d broken my neck!
“You! Who did this?”
They don’t exactly seem happy to share this information with me but a quick glare and clenching of my jaw seems to loosen their lips.
“It was...er...Andrew Black. He came out of nowhere and smashed you over the head with a chair!”
I should’ve known! That sneaky fucker!! You almost have to admire his guts, disrespecting me like that is like signing your own death warrant. Fuck that! I don’t admire anything about that slug, he attacked me from behind like a coward! He’s going to fucking pay for this, I guarantee it...
Fade to Black
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 16:09:07 GMT -5
Segment save for Dan White
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 16:11:28 GMT -5
Match 5: Danny Mainer Vs. Rattlesnake (Credit: Mainer)
The match will be posted once recieved. But in the meantime I would assume that this match was fought long and hard that had a lot of close calls and near pinfalls. More than likely the end came when Mainer hit his finisher on Rattlesnake to get the win of this match.
Winner: Danny Mainer
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 16:11:46 GMT -5
"Brutality" Credit: Danny Mainer Celebrating after his well fought victory, his arm is raised by the referee as he slaps his chest breathing heavily after the exhaustion of the contest giving him much needed momentum heading into The Crucible. However, once again the victim of his own creation he remains blissfully unaware of the man that rests right behind him. We've waited all night to find out truly who is the sixth combatant and he skulks behind the two-time International Champion who are booing at the top of their voice knowing what's coming next. Mainer, clicking on to the sound lunges backwards with a spinning elbow to try and clock the predator behind him but the wily predator rolls out of the way and when he turns to his senses the attacker leaps up and drops him with a BIG upward swing with a baseball bat practically dislocating Mainer's jaw as he falls straight on his ass. Mainer shuffles backwards into the corner trying to fend him off by bringing up his boots to kick the attacker if he comes near. The referee gets involved as
Rattle has long left the ring. The predator agrees with the referee and steps back gracefully spreading his arms, seemingly having a change of heart as he turns his back on Mainer. Another trap though it seems as Mainer lunges after him with a fore-arm to the back of the head. The attacker drops to one knee and returns fire with a wicked throat thrust sending Mainer crashing onto his ass. Pissed off at his supposed display of generosity he turns around and drags Mainer right up to his feet by the arm and DDT's him again to the mat. He then taking full advantage of the situation rips off his jumper, leaving the balaclava on as he drops to one knee in the corner waiting for the enemy Mainer to drag himself to his feet. Squatting down, he watches Mainer slowly get up still dazed and clueless as to the actual location of his assaulter who stands behind him poised in perfect position. The man slinks a little closer towards his prey until the moment of truth comes and Mainer turns around to see his opponent leap up and drop him with a VICIOUS Diamond Cutter.Eddie Edison: "Oh my LORD! What impact from that Cutter! Who is this?!"Maxwell McNally: "I've got my suspicions... but he's obviously built AND dangerous and he just took Mainer's damn head off!"Finally, the man still masked walks slides out of the ring and heads for the timekeepers table much like Jonny Hughes before him and grabs Mainer's Crucible contract as that seems to be the fashion these days. He slides back into the ring skulking over to Mainer who hasn't moved a muscle since his Diamond Cutter treatment. Lifting his head up with one hand and grabs the clip on pen stuffing it into Mainer's hand. Signing his own name down on the contract, he finally slams Mainer's face down into the contract and stands tall once again posing in front of the booing audience. He drops to one knee again and wrenches off the mask and ACW historians alike mark the fuck out for none other then...Maxwell McNally: "Oh. My. GOD."Eddie Edison: "DAAAAANGEEERROUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSS!!!!"Maxwell McNally: "I thought it was Dave Shadow being the last man in The Crucible!"Eddie Edison; "So did I! Ladies and Gentlemen, we have our FINAL Crucible entrant and he knows only one name. And that name ACW fans is..."T
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jun 11, 2009 16:12:20 GMT -5
Segment: The Lone Steeler Credit: Jake Steele/Thunder Train
As of late, the once “tight like glue” Road Steelers have been more like a slippery substance. One member has been taken out completely by Thunderkiss, one has been out on various drinking binges, one is stuck in the past and even fighting for a possible shot at their leader, and the original two members, Jake Steele and Thunder Train, are having some friction amongst them. The declining attitude of Jake Steele has effected their “buddy” status, and has fell onto just being partners it would seem. Tonight, the ego of Jake Steele has become worse, kicking out his girlfriend, Misono Matheson, and playing more mind games with Steve Phillips. All of this for sure will only make matters worse for what Thunder Train has decided to do, which is try to get inside the mind of his brother from another mother. As the scene opens up, Jake Steele is on the Steelers locker room, pacing from left to right as if he waiting on a certain moment to occur, and when the room door opens up, he turns his attention towards… but he only sees Thunder Train which brings him much disappointment following the events that just occurred between he and Dave Shadow.
Jake Steele: What was that?
Thunder Train: I don’t want to talk about it right now…
Train stumbles into the room with medics helping across, and moving him to the locker room bench, where they begin to examine his leg.
Jake Steele: You don’t want… you don’t want to talk about it! Oh, so you don’t want to talk about how you just PUNKED by fucking DAVE SHADOW. DAVE. SHADOW. You got bitched out by da same bitch I beat last week!
Thunder Train: Dude, I said I don’t want to talk about it. Leave me alone. My leg is killing me, just please don't...
Jake Steele: Leave you alone? What the fuck is wrong with you man? You want me to leave you alone? I ain’t goin’ to leave you alone, because you just don’t fuckin’ get it! Shadow used to be afraid of you, and now he’s just slappin’ you around and makin’ you look like a pussy! When he walks out there and makes you look like that, he makes me look bad! You make us as a team look fucking bad! And I’m sick of it, I see why you were never there for me, because you can’t even handle yo own problems!
Steele ends his lecture to Train, who the whole time was being attended to by the medics, who were asking him how his leg felt, and if he thought he could walk on it. But Steele failed to notice this happening, all he noticed was that Train made the Steelers look bad. And he doesn’t appreciate that in the slightest. Train grunts in agony from the medics touching a soft spot on his leg, while trying his best to ignore the constant bashing from Steele. Steele moves a few inches closer to Train and he leans over to his face, glancing down at his knee for a brief moment..
Jake Steele: Aight, you want to ignore me… aight. You tend to that leg, and you sit here in pain. When these medics is done, you stand up and look at yourself, and hopefully you’ll see what I see. Nothing.
Steele grabs his championship and leaves the locker room, leaving Thunder Train to sit back and think even further of what his partner has just said to him. Train looks down at his leg, and he blows air into the room, sitting back and letting them fix it up as we...
Fade
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