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Post by Commissioner Zero on Jul 13, 2009 15:29:45 GMT -5
Monday Night Warfare 13th July, 2009
Schedule of Matches:
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Shane Anzalone vs. Markus Rogers
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The Jeffersons vs. The Royles
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Chris Phenomenal vs. Mystery Opponent
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Vortex vs. Thunder Train
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Match 2 of the Best-of-5 Series BK London and Jay Zero vs. The Capitalists
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Post by Commissioner Zero on Jul 13, 2009 15:33:38 GMT -5
Ahh. It's a beautiful day here on the Island, and of course, as always - It's time for another edition of Monday Night Warfare! In the arena, the stage is set and the fans are getting restless, so let's give the people what they want!
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Post by Commissioner Zero on Jul 13, 2009 15:36:38 GMT -5
===================== Snakebitten? Chris Phenomenaland Rattlesnake ===================== With the culmination of the pyro’s we are taken live to ringside with Maxwell McNally and Eddie Edison.
McNally: Ladies and gentleman welcome to the first Monday Night Warfare in the sixth year of ACW.
Edison: And what a line up we have this evening, new comers to the ring, a mystery partner and finally a tag team main event between the capitalists and the tag team champions BK London and Jay Zero.
McNally: I…
Don’t fear the reaper, fear the rattler.
With the lights cutting to black and the tones of Blind by Silverchair filling the arena it can only mean one thing.
McNally: It looks like Rattlesnake is going to be gracing us with his presence.
Snake appears at the top of the ramp and is met by a large pop from the sellout crowd however there is a lot less flash in Rattlesnake, his demeanour a little more sombre coming off a loss against Senator in the main event on Thursday. Snake clambers into the ring and grabs a microphone from Phillip Jones as his music cuts. He stands for a moment patiently waiting for the crowd to calm down, and once they do he begins to speak.
Rattlesnake: On Thursday evening I was dealt what could go down as the biggest defeat in my career. A lot of people would look and say that I could be proud of putting on a valiant effort, that I was so close to walking out of Meltdown with the heavyweight title around my waist. Yet these occurrences are happening too often, too many times over the past six months I have been dealt a stunning blow in a match that should have ended in my favor. Torak, I took him to his limits but he ended up defeating me in my own match. Yoko Satoshi, a little girl who hadn’t been heard of since lord knows when shows up one day and then wham, she beats me again despite me doing what was thought to be impossible and kicking out of the flying guillotine. Finally we reach Senator Steve Phillips, I’m about to polish him off with my move, but in the end he winds up taking me down and covering me for the one two three. In fact, let’s go back and see exactly what happened.
Snake backs away from Senator stalking him once again, waiting for him to get to his feet. Senator can barely get to his feet having to crawl over to the ropes to pick himself up. Snake decides to finish Senator as he stumbles towards him, picking him up by his wrestling tights and going to lift him onto his shoulders but Senator hooks the head, leaning back and forcing Snake over and as he falls hooking the leg with Snake trapped in an inside cradle as RAF looks on stunned for a half second at the counter before counting the fall.
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McNally: Did he get it?
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Rattlesnake: Over the past 72 hours I’ve watched that footage over and over. Time after time it rings through my head, that the Snake I know wouldn’t have let that happen. That at one point in time that Senator wouldn’t have been able to fight out and pin me. Everyone here can recall my accomplishments, what I’ve done in this ring. Three years ago I won Emperor of the Ring, I was the most feared man in this company and yet I’ve never gotten my hands on the world title. I ran ram shod through the roster, win after win, I was unstoppable, but now I’ve gotten to the point where I’m not feared. People find out they’re facing Rattlesnake and it doesn’t leave them shaking, instead they pre mark a tally in the win column to save themselves the effort after the match. Now some little punk is able to bump into me backstage and walk away with the last word.
McNally: Chris Phenomenal once again at his finest, getting under the skin of everyone on the roster.
Edison: There isn’t a damn thing you can do about him though, he can bring it in the ring.
Rattlesnake: I’ve taken a look back at my life, about what I have accomplished. I remember back to when I was just a baby rattler and my dream was to always make it to the top. I looked back at the past three months and I can see the progession. Against Torak I had very little, the fire was just about extinguished but the end there gave it a little bit of oxygen. The match against Yoko gave it the little bit more it needed and on Thursday against Senator it finally came back alive. As I watched my match I could see it in my eye. I could see that my future is bright, that where I went too was just another battle on the journey to the top. I never dealt with failure before and now because of it I’m a stronger person, a better man and dare I say, a better wrestler. Now I…
Before Snake can finish up however the alphatron flickers to Chris Phenomenal sitting in his backstage locker room, smiling as Rattlesnake looks up at him.
Chris Phenomenal: I really do hate to break up this pity party, I mean I’m sure we all now that this is going to go on and on and on with the same mindless dribble about how you once were great. You’re going to question about whether you’ve still got it, and maybe make some declaration that if you don’t win the title that you’re going to leave, but this is my show, that’s my ring you’re standing in and quite frankly I can smell your shit from back here.
Chris goes to continue but he is cut off by Rattlesnake.
Rattlesnake: Now listen here you little snot nosed punk. I’m not even thinking about quitting, never once crossed my mind despite what all has gone wrong. I mean look at that man you’ve been working for Phillips, he leaves the arena and goes to a retirement home but he’s still got the belt. I…
Chris Phenomenal: And for every god damn Steve Phillips there’s a hundred Rattlesnakes who are finished, there careers are over and every one knows it but…
Rattlesnake: Finished? Finished? God damnit if you think I’m finished why don’t you come down here and put me out of my misery.
Chris Phenomenal: I’d really love to Rattlesnake but you see rather than waist my time on you, I figured I’d be better served preparing for my match tonight. You see I figured after everything that went down on Thursday Night that you’d finally get it through your head that it was time to give it up, that it was time for you to go find a nice rock to lie under. However when I saw you show up early this morning I realized that you were far from done and it was up to me to finally show you the way to the bingo hall, that it was up to me to make you realize that you’re time is through, it was up to me to make sure that you didn’t tarnish your legacy in this ring.
Chris pauses for a moment as Snake looks on, confused at what the hell Chris is going on.
Chris Phenomenal: You see as part of my ACW contract I get five hours of use of ACW’s private jet a month, easily enough to fly someone out from say Southern Missouri
With the mention of the location something triggers inside of Snake which isn’t picked up by the crowd at large.
Rattlesnake: You son of a bitch.
Chris smirks at Rattlesnake, knowing that he knows what exactly is going to happen here.
Chris Phenomenal: That’s right Snake, you see to show you that your time has come and passed, that it’s time for you to step aside and let the new blood take over. I went back through your past and found a man you were never able to beat, a man who was once your enemy but became your best friend. I called him on the phone and offered him a one match tryout with ACW. It seems as if he’s just like you, unable to let the dream die and realize that his time is up. So tonight Snake you’re going to be able to watch me go one on one with your friend Maverick and hopefully after you see what I do to him, you’ll realize that it’s time to move on.
Rattlesnake: I swear to…
Snake however is talking to himself and the twenty thousand in attendance as the alphatron has cut back to just showing Snake in the ring. He looks up at it and shakes his head, the events that have just happened confusing him.
McNally: I have no clue who this Maverick is but he seems to have quite the history with Rattlesnake.
Edison: I really don’t know what to say but it looks as is if Chris has once again gone one up on his opponent. I mean look at Rattlesnake.
Snake ducks out of the ring without saying a word as he heads to the back, still trying to wrap his head around what he is able to do as we cut to black.
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Post by Commissioner Zero on Jul 13, 2009 15:37:54 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Where is Everybody? (Credit: Train)
We open in the ever so familiar Road Steelers locker room. The group has been around for close to a year and throughout that year, many faces have entered and left that door. Train sits on the couch eating a torpedo sub while looking around the room. He sees how the lockers have been mostly cleared out except for his. Even Steele's is almost empty with stuff. The past few weeks have been strange for ACW indeed. Train takes another bite and continues to look around the empty locker room. He remembers how good things were a year ago when the Road Steelers first formed and how quickly they rose to elite status in ACW by holding title gold for most of their tenure. He takes one last bite and finishes off the sub and goes to the fridge to get some refreshments for himself. He takes a swig of something and sets it back down in the fridge. He closes the door and goes back to his couch. He turns on the television in front of him and right when he does, in walks Thunder Thighs.
Thunder Thighs: Hey bro, thanks for getting me that job! I don't know how you convinced Gingerdude to give me a contract.
Thunder Train: I didn't. He signed it by mistake.
Thunder Thighs: Oh....Does that mean I don't have a job?
Thunder Train: No no, you do have a job. It's better actually because Gingerdude will be forced to pay you every week. It's going to eat him alive.
Thunder Thighs: Hahaha, that's nice. What's wrong with you? You seem down about something.
Thunder Train: Me? Oh it's- it's this bloody economy! I'm sick of it! It just keeps getting worse and worse!
Thunder Thighs: Train, you know that isn't the reason why.
Thunder Train: Yeah....you're right.
Thunder Thighs: Then what is it?
Thunder Train: It's just...where did everybody go? Jake Steele is pretty much gone, Danny Mainer has left us, Hell, even Thunderkiss is gone! I feel so...alone...
Thunder Thighs: Don't feel that way! Train, this is your time to shine. This is what you've been waiting for. No more distractions, no more people to get into your way. Nobody around here is going to be holding you down and preventing you from rising to the top of ACW. All of the people leaving is nothing but good for you. Now tell me, are you just gonna sit here on your ass and wrestle one match tonight. Or, are you gonna get pumped up and have Train change for the better?
Train shifts himself on the couch. He thinks long and hard about it. He lets out a sigh and then stands up. He walks over to the fridge again and takes a drink of whatever the stuff inside is. He once again sets it down. He walks back over to Thunder Thighs.
Thunder Train: You know what? You are right. Ever since I got to ACW, I've always been the lackey of someone. Someone has always treated me like a second class wrestler and person. When the fact of the matter is, I'm better than every single one of those bastards that tried to hold me down. I've been used my whole time here so someone could benefit from me. Whether it be protecting Thunderkiss, or helping Steele win his matches to even helping Zero control over ACW. I have never been able to shine as I should. All of that changes here and now. The Train is now gonna kick all of the ass in the world and take no names. If you are in my way, you will be crushed. YEAH! I CAN FEEL IT!
Train begins to shake a bit and is starting to focus. He finally realizes what he can do so he charges at the door and breaks it down. He steps through it and picks up a nearby walking crew member and throws him into the wall. "YEAH!" he screams as he continues down the hallway. Thunder Thighs just watches him go with her hand over her mouth, seeing that she just maybe made a huge mistake.
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Post by Commissioner Zero on Jul 13, 2009 15:39:25 GMT -5
Segment: Three's Company (Credit: BK London, Jay Zero, Jason Freeman)
No less than 30 seconds after that last segment, the tribal drums and 808s of Kanye West's "Amazing" come to life.
It's amazin', so amazin', so amazin', so amazin' It's amazin', so amazin', so amazin', so amazin' It's amazin'
And with that, BK London appears from behind the curtains to quite the huge pop from the fans in attendance, and he stands at the top of the stage to bask within it all. The lights continue to flash around the arena as the former 3 time Tag Team Champion makes his way down to the ring in his wrestling attire, and he hops up onto the apron with ease before entering the ring.
London heads first to the corner where he marks his signature BK pose that would make even Randy Orton jealous, and the camera pans around him as thousands of flashbulbs go off throughout the arena. London steps down from the turnbuckle and he heads to the center of the ring where he is given a microphone. The lights return to normal, the music fades, and London begins to speak.
BK London: Well, this is a nice change of pace from those annoying interviews with Kevin Anderson backstage. But that's not what I'm here to talk about tonight, I'm here to call out Chairman Gingerdude himself...
A nice pop from the crowd.
BK London: Now, normally I'm not one to complain about how someone likes to do their business - but when their business includes me, and that business gets in the way of me doing what I do best - winning, then we have a problem. Last week, I was put in an impromptu match with The Capitalists after being stripped of my Tag Team Championship...
Insert heat here.
BK London: And who costs us the match? Why, the person I was paired with, the former and self proclaimed - BEST World Champion in ACW history, the man who's obsession is asking people if they love him enough, I'm talking about Jay Zero.
The mention of Jay Zero springs a mixed reaction from the crowd, but in this case the boos outweigh the cheers due to the man who's standing in the ring. While London has done some outright evil things in his ACW tenure, he still has managed to maintain fans due to the respect they have for him and what he does in the ring. However, Jay Zero doesn't yet have that respect from the crowd - as he hasn't put in as much time in ACW as BK London has.
BK London: So Gingerdude, enough with the rants and I'll get to the point - I'm calling you out so I can say to your face that I don't want any part in the Best of 5 series any more. For all I care, you can award The Capitalists the Tag Team Championships again - because I would rather...I would rather be part of a Danny Mainer promo than attempt to win the Tag Team Championships with an egotistical blowhard like Jay Zero.
Ooooh, ouch.
BK London: If I'm going to be back in ACW, I need to go for what's mine. That's right, I'm talking about the ACW Heavyweight Championship that Mr. Phillips currently holds. I don't plan on being anything BUT the best here in ACW, and holding those 22 pounds of gold certifies that. So Ging-
And suddenly, “Ugly” by The Exies hits the speakers. The man coming out right now is certainly not the ACW chairman, but the man who has just recently accepted a challenge from the world champion for Seven Deadly Sins: Jason Freeman. He comes out to a mixed reaction. He’s been getting cheers lately out of respect for his great Omega Effect match, and possibly because he has been targeted by the Senator, but even so…he is now entering the ring with BK London, who certainly sucks all of the crowd to his side.
Jason Freeman makes his way down the ramp, microphone in hand. When he gets about halfway down the music cuts out, and he begins to speak as he continues his walk to the ring.
Freeman: Now, why don’t you hold it right there. Now, BK…BK…I was backstage and I couldn’t help but hear what you were saying out here. Now I know what you’re doing is really none of my business, and I could care less about what happens with you and Jay Zero. Whether you challenge for the tag titles or not, it’s none of my concern. So I was all ready to tune you out, when I happened to catch that last part. The part where you mentioned challenging Phillips for his world title.
By now he has reached the ring, and he begins to walk up the steel steps. BK London seems a little bit annoyed at this interruption to his speech, but he says nothing as of yet.
Freeman: I hate to tell you this, but I have a bit of a problem with that.
Freeman makes his way through the ropes, and now he stands in the ring.
Freeman: You see, BK, since you left this company last December things have changed around here. While you were out enjoying the golf course, I was out rising through the ranks of this company. While I may not have been that big of a deal when you exited, that's quite different now. At Omega Effect I challenged Atomic Kitsune, and while defeated, I took her to her limit and then past it. I don’t know if you know this or not, but last Thursday on Meltdown the Senator specifically named ME as the man he’d like to challenge for the world title at Seven Deadly Sins. I had no problem accepting this offer. If you were to challenge for the world title, you could see there would be a bit of a conflict of interests.
Freeman’s point of coming out here is clear. He’s finally been given a world title shot. He has absolutely no intention of losing it. If the Senator was to lose the title however, then that title shot would be gone. And a title shot like that is hard to come by. He has it, and now he has to keep it. BK continues to silently listen to Freeman’s tirade.
Freeman: Now, I hate to do this, but I’m going to have to implore you to take back what you just said. Just forget about Phillips for now, because he’s mine. Until I’m done with him, don’t even think about getting yourself a world title shot.
BK London: And who are we to deny anyone of a title shot? As a matter afact, who are we to even think they deserve a title shot? I watched Senator's little challenge to you on Thursday - and while you think you may be a big deal, I think you still fail to see the big picture. Phillips challenged you because he knows he can beat you. That's it. Plain and simple. To him, you're another defense - another notch on his belt - another point in his loss column. You have no business stepping in the ring with a World Champion, much less a former World Champion as myself. Hell - you didn't even WIN at Omega Effect, but yet you run around spouting at the mouth as if you're somebody. The only somebody - the only man who currently stands a chance in the ring against Phillips, is me. And I guarantee that when I get my shot, there WILL be a new ACW Champion crowned.
Freeman: BK, BK, BK, let’s not make this any harder than it already is. Listen, I’ll tell you what. After Seven Deadly Sins – after I defeat Phillips and become the world champion – we can talk again. I’ll take great pleasure in crushing your title dreams…personally.
BK certainly doesn't react kindly to that line, and just as looks like things are about to get intense – just when it looks as if the two may even come to blows – "Crack a Bottle Instrumental" by Eminem loudly interrupts the confrontation and the arena is ready to light up as BK London shoots a darting look towards the Alphatron as Jay Zero makes his way out to many mixed reactions. With a microphone already in hand, Zero wastes no time - quickly heading straight down towards the ring. He looks a bit angered, taking a look at his partner, completely ignoring Freeman. He slides in underneath the bottom rope, quickly standing to a vertical base, standing face to face with BK London as the music fades out.
Jay Zero: What the hell is all of this about? Well of course we got BK London out here, running his mouth about how great he is, yet he can't even state simple facts! In that tag team match - you were the reason why we lost, not me. I had it in the bag until you decided to get involved. I was out there doing what I do best, and that's winning - however once you came along, that entire plan seemed to crumble, now didn't it? So as far as these tag titles are concerned BK, don't you even worry about me! If winning those back means teaming with you again - then they're as good as gone!
The crowd boos, hearing this news that they are dropping out of the competition.
Jay Zero: But what you do need to concern yourself with is the fact that Jay Zero is now officially putting his name down for the World Championship Title hunt!
BK glares over at Zero who smirks, and Jason Freeman doesn't like this one bit.
Jay Zero: See, facts are facts, people! Jay Zero still has his rightful rematch clause and I still expect to use it! By those standards, I am the most deserving person here. Not BK - and certainly not, ...Jason Freeman. I've actually proved that I can run this company, the most that Freeman here has proved is that he can run his mouth! See Jason, I've beaten Alicia, I've destroyed Senator, and I've made a mockery of BK London - so until you can say that you're worthy of a championship title matc--
Zero isn't done - but as "Ginger's Music" hits, the entire arena knows that it's about to go down. Zero stops abruptly, looking over towards the stage where the Chairman makes his presence known. He wastes no time in shutting these three men up.
Chairman Gingerdude: Now hold on just one bloody second! Jay Zero, I certainly don't give a damn about any rematch clause, and BK London if you've even began to think that you'd be facing Senator any time soon for MY Heavyweight Title, then think again! As far as you two go, I'm not granting you any World Title matches! And why's that? Because I've already given you two the opportunity at the tag team titles! So if you ever plan on challenging for the World title again, you're not forfeiting anything, got it? And Freeman - oh, my dear boy. I don't know exactly what's running through your head now either. Just because Senator has issues a challenge towards you does not mean that you're worthy of a title match. You see, that was Senator's idea, however, not mine. I have not approved this match yet, so therefore, I am not granting you an official title match!
Now... as far as you two go, you better start to play nice, because your second match of the Best of 5 series is going to be tonight's main event! And remember how I said each match would have a little twist to it? Aye. Well - tonight, it's going to be a Six Man tag team match! We'll see The Capitalists teaming up with the ACW World Heavyweight Champion, The Senator! ...taking on the team of BK London...
The crowd cheers.
Chairman Gingerdude: ...Jay Zero..
Many cheers - however, many boos as well.
Chairman Gingerdude: ...and Jason Freeman.
Jay Zero rolls his eyes, and BK folds his arms, irritated that the Chairman is making him go on with this pointless Championship series.
Chairman Gingerdude: So with that being said, I'd say it's a fair bet that if you all don't go and get on the same page - you're going to be looking at another loss tonight. Now I don't think that's something you can really afford considering you're already down by one! So good luck with that, men. Now please, get out of my ring.
Ginger smiles and his music hits one more time as he slowly begins to backtrack off the stage and towards the backstage area. Ginger ha just dropped a bombshell for the team of BK London and Jay Zero - they must continue to compete, and tonight, they must now deal with a third wheel: Jason Freeman. Will this oddly paired tag team be able to find common ground and work as a team? Only time will tell...
Fade
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Post by Commissioner Zero on Jul 13, 2009 15:41:06 GMT -5
Announcement Dan White The segment opens up in the arena, and the fans get their 3 seconds of international fame. Their signs, some made with a great amount of determination and effort, and others hasty scribbles out of a black felt tip, are shown in their masses. But the fans are quick to turn their attention from the camera to the titantron, and there's a pleasant surprise as “Anarchy in the UK” by the Sex Pistols hits, and Dan White walks out through the curtains to a huge pop. In his casual clothing of some slack dark jeans and a football jersey, he holds a microphone in his hands, and looks around the arena, smiling. His music fades, and the Welshman begins to speak.Dan White: Well then, it's been a bloody long time since I had anything to do with wrestling. Almost three weeks to be precise. And the stories that I heard throughout this time were vast. I heard a lot of rumours, you know. I heard that I'd died, that I had killed Michael Jackson, that I had moved to Florida and planned to declare independence. There were a lot of crazy rumours flying about. But do you know the gods honest truth? I did nothing. Absolutely nothing. I went home, to my son and my baby daughter and the mother of my daughter, and I looked after them. I took up a great deal of responsibility there, and it gave me time to think. He pauses, rubbing his nose, a habit.Dan White: I thought about a lot of things. My future. I thought about ACW and what I wanted and what I didn't want. I thought about my family. I thought about where I am now and what I want to do with myself. Do I want to stay here? Do I want to go to Shitty Lesbian Action? Do I want to quit wrestling altogether? The truth is, I still haven't made a decision. The very fact to the matter is, I have been doing this whole soul-searching thing lately, and when it came down to it, I had to have a very long, drawn-out affair with Chairman Gingerdude's lawyers... ...And I decided to sign the contract. There's a cheer from the crowd, a sigh of relief, but Dan holds a finger up.Dan White: Whoa, there. Now hold on. Despite signing this contract, I held three clauses in the contract that both myself and ACW shall honour. I feel that you, as the fans, deserve to know this information, on the account that you're the people that have helped me get to this position in the first place. And these are the clauses I have come to agree to. 1. My contract is a yearly contract, however I have the ability to cancel my contract at the end of any month, whenever I wish. At the moment, I don't have any intention of leaving, but should I desire to, I can do so without the risk of having to dip into legal proceedings. 2. If I don't win the ACW World Title by Omega Effect VI, I quit ACW forever. And unlike the several times I've left, forever WILL mean forever. I feel that I would have had about six years here, six years of watching all my peers rise through me and win the title at my own loss. And that is not something I want to be around for until the end of time. 3. My contract is open. I am allowed to compete for any other federation I wish, during my time in ACW. There's several murmers from the crowd, as Dan addresses them for the final time.Dan White: I shall give you time to let all this sink in. In a bit. His music hits again, and he exits through the curtain. But the crowd are confused as this attitude from Dan. Is he losing his smile, perhaps?
Fade Out.
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Post by Commissioner Zero on Jul 13, 2009 15:42:52 GMT -5
Segment name: return
The scene starts out on the streets of New York City; there is noise everywhere people rushing to get to different places making sure they are not going to be late. There is no one standing still. This is the city that never sleeps. We see many people walking back and forth many not knowing where they are going. But there is one man that stands out, everyone is wearing something heavy because it is cold out, breaths can be seen in the air because of how cold it is. But this one man is standing on the sidewalk wearing a Guinea T and jeans and he doesn’t look at all to me cold, his head is down and we cannot see his face. He looks up and we see it is Shane Anzalone. One of the returning members of the ACW roster. He has a lit cigar in his mouth and is just standing, leaning against a building; he takes the cigar out of his mouth and looks at the camera.
SHANE.//.the lightning.\\.ANZALONE This is it. This is the place I grew up. All of the times I had here in this city, thinking of them I am at a loss for words. Throughout the good and bad times I’ve had here, I have learned that no matter what I will always love this place. Being here…being home, it’s just such a rush of adrenaline. When I think back to my childhood there is one thing I regret doing. When I was fifteen I ran away from home to live with my older sister, because I had to get away from my dad and his business…I couldn’t take it anymore. If any of you were in my position you would have done the same thing. Unless you were sadistic and cold. It is impossible to do his job and not be sadistic. As you all should remember I was in ACW as Bradley Alexander and I looked sadistic and insane. But that was an act. I am not nor have I ever been a crazy person. I am in a right state of mind and being around my father for fifteen years almost drove me insane too, but luckily I got away.
Shane takes another breath of the smoke from his cigar and then breathes out. He looks at the camera again and looks down at his Guinea T and smiles he looks back up and speaks.
SHANE.//.the lightning.\\.ANZALONE All of you are probably wondering why I am out in the cold in only my undershirt. The answer, I embrace the cold. Before matches I stand outside of my apartment with my undershirt or my coat thinking depending on the weather. This week I go up against Markus Rogers, Markus…who are you? I haven’t heard of you till today and that’s not normally good. You see Markus you want people to know who you are in this business, that’s why I came back here. I am going to make an Impact here. And I am going to start with you. Having been here before I know what is expected of me and I am going to do just that. So watch out tonight Markus you might get struck by lightning.
Shane takes another puff of his Cigar and the scene fades.
END RP
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Post by Commissioner Zero on Jul 13, 2009 15:45:17 GMT -5
===================== Shane Anzalone vs. Markus Rogers Chris Phenomenal ===================== Too of the new comers to the ACW roster would be squaring off this evening, first Markus Rogers an unimposing figure out of Boston Massachusets. His opponent Shane Anzalone, a scrappy high flyer out of Denver, Colorado looking to make his mark on the ACW roster and cement himself as an up and coming threat. The BeginningThe match started off with the two newcomers sizing each other up, Markus Rogers not being the most imposing figure but having a size advantage over the small Anazlone. Rogers looked to take advantage on a collar and elbow tie up but Anzalone dropped down to one knee before taking the side of Rogers and then taking him down with a side double leg before mounting him and firing a foray of punches before the referee stepped into back him off. McNally: I think this is the first time we’ve seen Anzalone in the ring although he does look familiar. Edison: No, he’s wrestled once before under the name Bradley Alexander, winning in a tag match with Michael Smart. Shane got to his feet and once Rogers got to his looked to irish whip him into the corner but Rogers reversed it, sending him flying into the corner however Anzalone took to the skies running up the turnbuckle and looking to connect with a standing corkscrew senton but Rogers ducked it forcing Anazlone to land on his feet before being taken down by a running shoulder tackle from Rogers, taking a hold of the momentum. McNally: Great counter there by Rogers. The Middle:With Rogers now in position he put Anazalone into a seated chin lock, trying to slow down the more agile wrestler. It worked for about thirty seconds until Anzalone was able to get to his feet and lift the arms of Rogers off of his throat in order to take the back of Rogers and shove him into the ropes and on the rebound look to connect with a drop kick. Rogers shows a little bit of know how however using the ropes to hold himself as Anzalone hit’s the canvas and then eats an elbow drop from Rogers who hooks the leg for the fall. …1 NO! Edison: Excellent move there from Markus Rogers, I’ve been impressed up and to this point with his performance. Rogers gets to his feet and pulls Anzalone with him and whips him into the ropes connecting with a clothesline. Anzalone is quickly too his feet and Rogers looks for another clothesline but Anazalone is nowhere to be found, having ducked down and catching the running Rogers with a leg hook that causes him to stumble right into an inside cradle as the referee gets back into position for a fall. …1 …2 NO! Rogers is able to throw his shoulder up. McNallly: A nice move by Anzalone there but we’ll be back right after the break. The FinishWith the opening match of Monday Night Warfare returning from commercial break we see Shane Anzalone delivering a few swift knife edge chops to the chest of Markus Rogers before connecting with a rope assisted dropkick that levelled Rogers in the corner. Shane looked at him and sensing that the end was night backed across the ring before connecting with a knee on the run to the head of Rogers. Anazalone looked to be in good as he waited for Rogers to get up but he never did, just sitting in the corner. Anzalone looked at the referee before finally stepping towards him. Rogers has laid a clever trap however as he quickly ducks out of the ring and as Anzalone goes to follow catches him on the ropes. He slides back into the ring and looks to connect with a DDT to finish him off but Anzalone is not going to die that easily blocking it and then countering it with knee the gut before connecting with his Severe Head Trauma finishing manoeuvre as Rogers is out on impact as Anzalone makes the cover. …1 …2 …3 The DecisionWinner by pinfall following a Severe Head Trauma…SHANE ANZALONE!
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Post by Commissioner Zero on Jul 13, 2009 15:47:05 GMT -5
Going Back To Cali II Stan Vishis The scene opens up in a limo, with Stan Vishis in a fresh set of clothes. He sits in the back, with his head in his hands, covering his face and thinking about what he has to say during this meeting. No music, just the sound of tires rolling over the cement street. The tinted windows show only the slightest neon glowing signs and lights from the outside city. Stan rubs his forehead as the lights fade and the outside area gets darker. The limo shortly stops, and Stan looks down as the driver opens the door. He steps out of the limo.The Job [/color][/center] The camera fades from the title screen and opens with a shot of Stan standing in an elevator. The leather walls and gold trimmed corners give off a high society feeling as with each floor that the elevator passes, music gets closer and closer, louder and louder.Stan's eyes are closed and his head is raised as he thinks about the things that he will have to say to the man he is about to meet. He's very stressed, and intimidated... as if he were a child standing on the bus, waiting for his stop, knowing that his father had gotten a call from a teacher about his bad behavior. A trickle of sweat beams down. He reaches in to his pocket and takes out a handkerchief. He wipes the sweat away as the elevator jingles and stops. The doors open, and the music is fully audible as he steps in to the smoke filled room. Across the room, he sees the man that he came to see.Stan walks slowly over to the table that he sits at. The man looks up.: Long time no see.Stan: It's been a while.: Have a seat.Stan sits down at the table.: What brings you back to Cali?Stan: I've been in a slump... in the wrestling business. I wanted to come back home. Even though I've been having a hard time lately, I'm still grateful that you allowed me to leave... the Gotti Family.The man, named Gotti, nods.Stan: You let me out, even though it's restricted, and you even helped to get me a contract there. A very good contract.Gotti: So you come back to thank me for getting you a job that you're miserable at?Stan looks down as he begins to breathe heavier.Stan: No... I came back because I need to get back to my roots. This is where I was before I started wrestling. When I first started wrestling, I was fresh out of the game and hungry for more out of life. Now, I'm burned out, and I miss the thrill that this life brings. I'm not asking for you to get me out of my wrestling contract. I'm asking you for another taste of the crime life... to revitalize my wrestling career. I need to see blood, money, and coke again... to scare myself back in to wanting to wrestle.Gotti pauses and takes this all in.Gotti: There have been a lot of problems with the west side Stevens Family. They've been slipping... fucking up. They're screwing me out of some money. The rival family... the Garcias. You go down there and you make things right. You're meeting up with an associate of mine at a Diner just outside of South Central.Stan nods his head and shakes Gotti's hand. He gets up to leave...Gotti: Welcome back to the Family.Fade.
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Post by Commissioner Zero on Jul 13, 2009 15:48:38 GMT -5
Segment: A sit down with a Legacy. (Credit: The Untouchables) The scene starts up with a fancy prepared room and it shows Charlotte sitting in a big comfy chair as she begins to speak.Charlotte: At this time, I would like to welcome The Untouchables on screen for an interview. All 5 of the guys make their way onto the screen and they each take a seat on the couch. The crowd pops for them although the guys are not able to hear them at this time.Charlotte: So Jonny I shall start with you. First things first; why agree on the reforming of The Untouchables. Jonny: I don’t see why we shouldn’t have to begin with. These guys are a bunch of great guys, I was still talking to Jake on a somewhat regular basis so we were on good terms and Dan and I continued to talk backstage every so often to catch up on things when the opportunity lets us. So when Jake brought up the suggestion to bring back the Untouchables for one more run, I thought it was a no brainer.Charlotte: And your thoughts about the new guys? Jonny: Michael Smart looks to be a very powerful up and coming phenomenon waiting to find its moment in ACW to unleash it to his fullest potential.Charlotte: And Black? Jonny: Well…*deep sigh* besides the attack he gave to Gooey and I before OE, I can see where he was coming from at the time. Hell I’d have probably done the same thing if I was in his situation.Charlotte: So everything is cool between you two? Jonny: Cool as a cucumber.The two high five as Charlotte moves onto the next person.Charlotte: Next up is one of the new members of the Untouchables, Michael Smart Michael steps up to Charlotte so that he can reach the microphone better.Charlotte: Now tell me and the fans, Michael, the story behind joining the Untouchables. Michael Smart: Well, somewhere around the break after Omega Effect I received a call. Not just any call, but a call from Jake Cheng. I was naturally surprised and wondered why he wanted to talk to me. He said that he was looking for some new blood for a stable and that I had caught his eye.Charlotte: And you decided to join? Michael Smart: Of course. It's not every day you get the offer to team up with some of the greatest in ACW history. I figure that my career will greatly benefit from being associated with this group. Not only that, but the Untouchables will benefit from having me as a member as well. I'm so far undefeated in ACW, not to mention my accomplishments outside ACW as well. I promise... no, I guarantee that we will make an impact.The camera then moves to Dan White, the Welsh Dragon, and there is a pop from the crowd for the man who earlier announced that his future was indeed with ACW.Charlotte: So Dan, after what has been a rather enigmatic fortnight for you, the first question I must ask is that why did it take you so long to sign a new contract? Dan crocks a smileDan White: Well Charlotte, it was a few things, really. I needed a big rest out of the game. I needed to oil my joints and make sure that I was back to the top of my game again. And the offer I received was too tempting to refuse. I mean The Untouchables, the greatest stable of all time, back in ACW? I didn’t need to be asked twice. Charlotte: You’ve worked with Jake and Jonny before, of course, but what do you see in Michael Smart? Dan pauses, taking time to assess his answer.Dan White: With Smart, I saw some great potential. I saw a man who I feel can really take this company by storm. He’s not your bland, generic, run-of-the-mill character. No. He’s somebody who can really go far in this company. But he can only do that with the right tutelage. And I believe that we can nurture him into something fantastic. And the same goes for Black. He has already proven his skills here, but as with everything else, it’s not always how good you are that gets you into the right spots. It’s who you know. I suffered because it took me a full year before I met the likes of WCW 98, and later the Untouchables, to build up on my career. For Black and Smart, with the people that they’re with, they’ll be fast-tracked straight to the top of the roster. Charlotte: So with this new ‘teaching’ manner that you seem to have adopted, what does it mean for your character? Dan White: Well as for me, it doesn’t change a damn thing. There’s still a Number One Contender’s spot to go for, and likewise, there’s still a World Championship to go for. Senator might have the belt, but I’ve defeated him before, and he’s going to be very weary when it comes to people like me. I’ve not had a legitimate title shot in almost 16 months! The last shot I had, I was a quarter of a second away from winning before Dave Shadow interfered! And Senator knows more than anybody that I’m desperate for that title. There’s a pop, as Dan steps aside, allowing Black to comment.Charlotte: Now what about the other new member, Andrew Black. The Black Knight shuffles to the front and the other members move out of the way so the ACW newcomer can talk for a bit. Black clears his throat as Ms.King prepares her questions. Charlotte: Andrew, first off, just answer why? Why join the Untouchables? Andrew Black: The real question is why not? Sure, I wasn’t around in those days, but I know they were a powerful stable. I have skills I can bring to the table. And these other four have their own piece to the puzzle. If I can have a seven and three record coming into ACW with basically no wrestling knowledge, imagine what I can do under the collective wings of the tag team expert Jonny Spade, Grand Slam Champion Jake Cheng and…..Dan White, imagine how great I can become. Charlotte: Hmm, interesting. Now what about what Chris Phenominal and you talked about last week. He said he wanted you to make an impact, and that you hav- Andrew Black: That man is too flashy for his good. So what if I didn’t kick the shit out of a midget while my hair was on fire? So what if I can’t snag a pair of underwear off the Chairman’s daughter? At one point, I was the Fallout Openweight Champion. I beat Jack Jefferson and LyCoS in a triple threat match. I am helping to reform one of the greatest stables in ACW history! CP, if you want more of an impact than that, you better watch your mother fucking back. Charlotte: Strong words there, so Black, can I have some insight into what the Untouchables plan to do next? Before Andrew Black has a chance to speak, a hand is placed on his shoulder. He looks back to see the Chinese Phenom, Jake Cheng, wanting his turn at the mic. The veteran who was retired for the last six months takes Black’s spot and the Black Knight willingly give his spot to the ACW Legend.Jake Cheng: We plan on doing exactly what we said on Thursday, Charlotte. We are going to bring ACW back to its glory days. I don’t think we really have a plan, but lets just say the Road Steelers are on the top of the “To Do” list. Charlotte: Alright. So Jake, what made you decide to come back, other than wanting to purge ACW? Jake Cheng: Let’s just say my last wasn’t going to be against Jon...Jack…..fuck, I know it started with a ‘j’. It will come to me eventually. If I am going out, I am going out in style. And at this point in time, I am not going out. Charlotte: That’s good to hear. Lastly, back to the Road Steelers, word is spreading in the arena that they have something planned for you personally tonight. Are you worried? Jake Cheng: Not at all. The ball is in their court, let’s just see what they do with it. Charlotte: Well there you have it folks: the Untouchables are back and are on a mission. Back to the ring for our next match. Fade Out--------------------------------------------- The Start of Something Big Jack Jefferson
BJ and Jack Jefferson are stood with Charlotte King. Both men are wearing confident smirks on their faces and it makes a slightly odd contrast to the beaming smile that never seems to leave Charlotte King’s face.
Charlotte: Tonight the brothers BJ and Jack Jefferson will debut as a tag team against The Royles. I’m here with them to see how confident they are going into this match.
Charlotte points the microphone in the face of BJ, it seems she doesn’t want to hear from Jack just yet and it’s not surprising considering his demeanour as of late.
BJ: I’ve never been more confident going into a match in my entire life Charlotte. The Royles have a reputation for being hard bastards but I seriously doubt they’re tough enough to handle what we’re going to throw at them! Tonight isn’t really a match, but more of a showcase of what Team Jefferson is capable of.
Charlotte: So you’re not concerned about the fact The Royles have a significant experience edge over you both, especially when it comes to tag team competition? Surely you won’t be able to outmatch them in terms of continuity?
BJ: You couldn’t be more wrong Charlotte. You’re forgetting that Jack is the man who trained me. We’ve spent countless hours in the ring together fine-tuning our skills. We know exactly what the other is all about and we’ll be able to use that knowledge to form a cohesive tag team! Not to mention the fact that man-to-man we are far superior competitors.
Jack: Tonight you will all see something spectacular. You will see the complete and utter annihilation of The Royles and see every single tag team in ACW put on notice. We will brutalise The Royles tonight and it will serve as a chilling warning for all those who stand in our way. Little do they know it but The Royles are simply lambs to the slaughter, they are powerless to resist the destruction that is going be rained down upon them and at the end of it they will both be laid motionless in the ring in a pool of their own crimson essence!
A sick smile sets itself on Jack’s face as he is talking.
Jack: ACW...you have been warned!
On that note Jack walks off, signalling for BJ to follow him. BJ stays rooted to the spot for a second, looking stunned and horrified at what he has just heard. Sensing an opportunity, Charlotte readies herself to ask some follow-up questions but before she can talk BJ regains his composure and follows his brother. Are BJ and Jack truly on the same page? Will Jack’s brutal promises transpire tonight and give The Royles a very bad night? Only one way to find out...stick around and see what happens.
Fade to Black
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Post by Commissioner Zero on Jul 13, 2009 15:51:26 GMT -5
Segment: Put Ego's Aside -- or not. (Credit: Jay Zero, Jason Freeman, BK London)
Quick! hurry! As our cameramen rush to the backstage corridors of the ACW Arena, the scene has already erupted as we fade in from that last contest. The commotion is loud, garnering a lot of attention from backstage officials. BK London storms down the hallway, upset and aggravated over what has just transpired in the ring. Following not too far behind is a livid Jay Zero who continues to scream at his "former" tag team partner - while Jason Freeman nonchalantly walks behind Zero, not caring a bit about this argument between the two. All he cares about at this point in his career is furthering himself, and that means going after the ACW Heavyweight Title. But right now, it's not about the World Title, - it's about the ACW Tag Team Titles.
BK London:...fuck you, and fuck your plan - it sucks.
Jay Zero: Oh - look at what we got here, boys! Is that BK London in front of me, or a friggin' Hollywood Diva?!
BK shakes his head, trying to remain calm as he continues down the hall. Freeman, with a slight smirk on his face says nothing, yet continues to follow his teammates for the evening.
Jay Zero: Look at ya, stormin' down the hall like the little pampered bitch that you are! Aww what's wrong partner?! Why ya keep walkin' away, huh?! Is poor Daddy Gingerdude makin' you WORK for something for once in your career?! What's wrong Princess?!
That's it. BK turns around and it's not even a question whether or not he's angry or not. His eyes are inflamed, glowing with a burning, fiery intensity in which he hopes to use to burn a hole through his foes body.
BK London: Excuse me? EXCUSE ME?! I've worked my ass off for this company so it could stay on it's feet for the past six years - I've worked more than anyone else in this damn company. I don't have to take this, especially from the person who is solely responsible for having us LOSE our first match last week. You couldn't be better than me if even if y--
Jay Zero: Winter's Discontent!
Zero just begins to shout out, yelling over BK's words.
BK London: -you managed to--
Jay Zero: WINTER'S. DIS-CON-TENT! That's all I got t'say London! I beat ya then, and I'd do it again!
BK London: My god, pull your head out of your ass. You bring up Winter's Discontent all the time - well that was then and this is now. If you want to prove who's the best in the ring - fuck the six man, let's get it on ourselves!
Jay Zero: Oh, what? you wanna go right now? Fine! Or of course, is that just you running your mouth again to try and act all big and tough?! What?! Fact is BK, you can't accept defeat! What, is that it?! Little BK realizing that the real world means you don't win everything? That a certain somebody is always going to be better than you?!
BK London: Ugh, I can see why Ginger suspended you. What's it been? Two weeks I've been back and you're already on my last nerve. I'm sick of your lame tattoos, I'm sick of your gay little frills on your boots, I'm sick of your face, I'm sick of your entrance music - and I'm sick of YOU!
Jay Zero: Oh the only thing that's makin' you sick my man is the fact that Jay Zero always has been and always will be the better superstar! It's eatin' ya up inside Beaks! Ya can't handle this, can ya! That's why--
He interrupts him.
BK London: Shut your damn mouth! Seriously! Get over yourself, you're nothing special Jay! Really! You aren't! The sooner we lose this stupid series to the Capitalists, the sooner I can get the hell away from ever having to work with you again! I'm better than this and everybody knows it! They just like to see me suffer!
Jay Zero: Oh, is that so? What - everyone's out to get ya now jus---
But just then, the third wheel finally has something to say. Walking in, he puts his hand on Jay Zero's shoulder in which he promptly pushes away with a look of disgust.
Freeman: If I may, I'd like to make something clear. Now I don't care about this little love-hate relationship you have going on here. I don't care about the tag team titles either. There's one thing I care about tonight. Whatever goes on in that ring doesn't matter to me. I'll work with you if you work with me, but tonight I am pinning Phillips in that ring. I don't care what you do, you just leave him to me.
Freeman looks back at his partners which both look a bit taken back. Zero breaks into a laugh and throws his arms up. He shakes his head and it seems like he can't take it anymore.
Jay Zero: Pfft- - - hah! Hahaha! Ahh, here they are! My tag team partners! Bahaha! So long to the friggin' tag titles! I can't believe this shit.. Jay Zero deserves more than this! I deserve better than THESE two! Christ.
Zero takes one last look at BK London before turning his back and walking away, completely fed up with things. This leaves only Jason Freeman and BK London to watch as Jay storms off in a fit.
BK London: ...I'm gonna make sure to kill him in his sleep.
BK looks over at Freeman.
Freeman: Forget him. I don't need him to win this match. All I need is me and Senator, and I'd win this match singlehandedly. So do me - no, do yourself the favor and just keep the Capitalists out of my hair and you'll be back on track to winning back those titles. You both ought to thank me. Without me, you would be done.
BK takes a deep breath and sighs. Glancing back at Freeman he rolls his eyes and swiftly turns around, walking in the opposite direction in which Jay Zero left. BK shakes his head as he leaves.
BK London: Listen, alright - I don't need to take any orders from you. I've probably done everything you have done in ACW two times over, and I've accomplished much more than you ever will. You want a full proof plan for the match? Let me handle any business that needs to be done. No - I've got The Capitalists and you've got The Senator business, all I want to do is win. Got it? Let's go out and do that, and we'll do fine. Get in my way, and well - let's just say you better learn to sleep with your eyes open. Are we crystal? Good.
He storms off, leaving Jason Freeman as the sole teammate left. He looks down both ends of the hallways where his partners have left him stranded and he just shrugs his shoulders. Tonight - Jason Freeman gets his hands on The Senator, but at what cost? To even get that far, he's going to have to deal with the tense, former tag team champions BK London and Jay Zero. Can The Capitalists capitalize and move to 2-0? Or will the former champs find salvation within their newest addition to the team?
Fade.
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Post by Commissioner Zero on Jul 13, 2009 15:52:36 GMT -5
MATCH 2- Tag Team Match-Up: The Jeffersons VS The RoylesCredit: ? ? ?MATCH BEGINNING: The match started how all good tag matches started, with BJ and McGroin hitting each other in the face repeatedly. McGroin used his brawler style to pulverise BJ with a Tilt-A-Whirl slam and then a Manhattan Drop. Clutching his genitals, BJ returned fire with a dropkick and then crawled over to tag Jefferson in who ran and hit a sliding elbow to the downed McGroin. McGroin and Jefferson then traded strikes like wild animals but he finished the job off real good with a big time Shining Wizard.MATCH MID-SECTION: Biggin VS BJ lead into a scenario where getting kicked in the head on either side seemed pretty common place. Of course, Biggin managed to put the younger BJ on his ass with some straight knuckle punches. He then dropped him with a big Crown of Roylety bomb but he only just got the 2-count. BJ came back with a huge Crossbody and then locked in a tight Fujiwara Armbar unrelenting in the amount of pressure actually being applied. Biggin managed to escape and dragged BJ to his corner to allow a double mudstomp assault begin. MATCH END: It was looking bleak for The Jefferson's, their trip to Earth (lol >_>) seemed to be an unsuccessful one as BJ was singled and beaten senseless. Of course, that offense would work and soon BJ would be a pile of rubble. A Hand of God attack left BJ demolished and Jefferson looking a slight bit concerned but not much. BJ was then left in the ring with Biggin, who raised a finger in the air and then poked a groggy BJ right in the eye deliberately. The ref didn't pay a blind bit of notice and just gave him a little slap on the wrist for it, however The One Eyed Monster had been hit successfully. JJ wasn't having any of it, he ran in and broke the pin but only to get started on by McGroin to prevent any more damage. Jefferson and McGroin heading back into Jefferson's corner, BJ watched the two fight with a smug grin on his face but a roll-up later and that smirk would be wiped right off his face as The Jefferson's scored the... ONE.
TWO.
THREE!
DING! DING! DING! Phillip Jones: "Here are your winners... JACK... AND BJ JEFFERSOOOONNNNNNNNN!" The referee raises the hands of BJ and Jack Jefferson in victory as “Paint it Black” by The Rolling Stones plays through the speakers. Boos are hurled at them thick and fast but neither man looks particularly interested about this, both are too busy congratulating themselves on their victories with cocky smirks and pumped fists. The brothers exit the ring, exchanging a celebratory hug on the outside, then as they go to leave Jack stops, grasping BJ by the shoulder to stop him too.
Jack lifts up the apron and pulls out a steel chair, sliding quickly into the ring where The Royles are regaining their senses, BJ follows him in. Ivor Biggin and Pat McGroin are swiftly dropped with chair shots to the head which seem to bring much joy to Jefferson as he delivers them. He hoists up the limp body of Ivor Biggin, tying his arms in the ropes to hold him in place, and then signals to BJ to do the same with McGroin. BJ does so but looks as if he instantly regrets it as Jack produces a black crowbar. He walks up to Biggin, a sick smile plastered on his face as he wields the crowbar menacingly, and lifts the crowbar up to drive it into Biggin’s forehead. He is stopped at the last second as BJ grabs hold of his arm.BJ: C’mon we got the win, this is going too far! Jack shoves BJ across the ring, his face the picture of rage. BJ simply raises his hands as if to say he’s got nothing to with this and climbs out of the ring, shaking his head as he walks to the back. Inside the ring Jack snarls at BJ’s exit before turning and driving the crowbar into Ivor Biggin’s forehead. He smirks as blood pours out, even wiping some of it on his chest, the poses for the vehemently booing fans.
Fade to BlackOOC: Post-match credits to Jack Jefferson
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Post by Commissioner Zero on Jul 13, 2009 15:53:58 GMT -5
Segment: A Little Discussion (Credit: Freeman/Phenomenal)
The camera fades in on the locker room of Chris Phenomenal, the ACW Entertainment Champion. Recently Phenomenal has joined forces with the ACW Champion the Senator…what’s in it for him? A shot at the world heavyweight championship, provided the Senator doesn’t lose the belt. With that on the horizon things must be looking good for the Entertainment Champion.
It is at that moment when his locker room door opens quickly, and in barges Jason Freeman. Phenomenal looks up, a bit startled, and Freeman walks quickly across the room towards him as Chris Phenomenal looks up.
Chris Phenomenal: Well if it isn’t our Fallout TV Champion, Jason Freeman. How’s that title doing for you?
Chris looks at Freeman who obviously is not in the joking matter this evening. The new serious Freeman apparently here to say.
Chris Phenomenal: Come on Freeman, cat got your tongue? Or not sly enough to come up with some retort after you got your ass handed to you by a women?
Again, nothing and an awkward silence ensues until Freeman appears to be ready.
Freeman: Are you done?
Chris Phenomenal: Does it look like it?
Chris looks at Freeman shaking his head before turning his head back to his I-Pod before Freeman clears his throat as Chris looks up at him in disgust.
Freeman:[/color] You listen to me, Chris...I know you’ve formed some sort of deal with Phillips, and I want to warn you right here and now. Don’t you dare interfere with me, or my title shot. I’ve got Phillips at Seven Deadly Sins and if you think of getting involved in ANY way, I will make sure you live to regret it.
Phenomenal looks at Freeman for a second, and then he begins to chuckle to himself. Freeman does not look amused.
Chris Phenomenal: One second, who the fuck are you to be making demands like that. I figure after you match with Alicia you’d have realized that you better watch your mouth when you start shit that you can’t finish. So I ask you know Freeman, what in the blue hell could you possibly do to dissuade me from getting involved.
Freeman: Don’t you worry yourself about that. I think I’ve proved in the past months that I am more than capable of making you pay sufficiently.
Freeman lets his words sink in. It's true that in his feud with AK he did go to some insane lengths to achieve his goals. He burned her house to the ground, and cut the hair from her head. There is no limit to how far he can go. It may be a bad idea to test that.
Chris Phenomenal: Is that… a threat?
Freeman shrugs to which draws another laugh from Chris Phenomenal.
Freeman: It is what it is. I'm merely giving you some advise for your own good.
Chris looks at Freeman, not having heard what he just said over the top of his laughter.
Chris Phenomenal: Look Freeman, you had one decent match in your career and you lost it, to a women. Now I know AK is one tough son of a bitch but honestly, you’re a joke. Even more so because you think you’re a tough guy.
Freeman: I’m not here to bicker with you. There’s two things you need to know. First, you do not even THINK of helping Phillips win at Seven Deadly Sins. And I saw you shoulder block Jake Steele off of the stage last month, so don't you attempt to lay your hands on me in an attempt to help protect that favor he owes you. And second you do NOT think of infringing upon my title shot. I know you have your any place any time deal, but you do NOT use that at this pay-per-view. Or before it, for that matter. I will not lose my title shot to somebody like you. I’ll tell you, Phenomenal…I’ve been struggling for a title shot for a long time; I finally have my chance. If you were to take it from me, then…well…I’d be very, very, angry.
Chris Phenomenal: I’d be very, very angry. Honestly Freeman, are you five? Let me say this really…slowly…
I…helped…Senator…win…at…Omega…Effect…and…in…turn…earned…a…title…shot…whenever… I… want. Got It.
Freeman looks at Chris who is obviously not finished.
Chris Phenomenal: That means I could walk out to the ring right now and face Senator, I could wait until he’s in the middle of a meeting at the senate, I could wait until he’s dead, as long as he has the title I have a shot. If I choose to wait until after the pay-per-view, then that’s my decision, but it certainly will have nothing to do with anything you’ve said to me. If I want to take that title shot at Seven Deadly Sins, then I will. We’ll just have ourselves a little triple threat. If I want to take it on Thursday? I’ll take it then. In fact, if I want to go and get Senator out to that ring right now, I’ll do it. It’s on my terms, and nothing YOU say is going to affect my decision.
Freeman: Well, we’ll see about that.
Chris Phenomenal: Obviously you got kicked in the head one time many times because there is nothing to “see“. Now get the fuck out of my locker room before I call up the Senator and tell him it’s time for a little impromptu title match,
Freeman glares at Phenomenal. He knows that there’s nothing more to say. Phenomenal has heard him, whether or not he responds to it. Any further discussion would be redundant.
Freeman: Okay, joke away. You heard what I had to say, and while you may put up a wall of humor and serious overtones you know what’s going to happen to you if you don’t heed my words. You better remember this discussion, Phenomenal, or you will regret it.
Chris Phenomenal: Why the fuck are you still here?
Freeman glares at Phenomenal, before turning towards the door. He opens it and turns
Freeman: You heard me.
And then he’s gone. Phenomenal shakes his head as he turns back to his I-Pod as the scene fades out.
Chris Phenomenal: I can’t wait to see him get his teeth knocked in.
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Post by Commissioner Zero on Jul 13, 2009 15:55:32 GMT -5
Life on Mercury: Pilot By Dave Shadow Dave woke up slowly, every limb aching. Underneath his face, he could feel the dirt and grass rubbing off his face, the rain falling from above turning them into a sludgy mix, caking his face. His head was aching worse than it ever had, and he searched long and hard to find the strength to move. Groaning, he pushed one hand underneath him, pushing down into the mud and flipping himself over onto his back. Up above, grey clouds completely covered the sky, as the heavens poured down on top of him. In a way, the water running over his face felt nice, washing the pain away. In the distance, he could hear a car engine approaching. But he just couldn’t muster the strength to find it.
A car door closed nearby as the engine noise died down. The sound of feet squelching through the mud, getting closer and closer, forced Dave to open his eyes. He recoiled a bit, as he realised someone was looking down at him. A girl, in her mid twenties, an expression of concern on her face.Girl: You all right?Dave groaned, trying to string a sentence together, but alas, nothing would come out. He dug his elbows into the ground and tried sitting up, as the girl grabbed him and tried to help.
Dave: Where...am I? What....And in that instance, everything came flooding back to Dave. The show, the confrontation with Alicia, getting ready to go home, and then feeling something crack over his head. Blood. Darkness.
He leapt up to his feet out of instinct, nearly sending the poor girl flying back. Dave looked round, searching every direction, trying to figure out where he was. He was in the middle of a field. A few meters away, an old, brown car was parked, having drove through the mud. Dave turned his attention back to the girl.
Dave: Where am I?Girl: Manchester? Where else?Dave: Man...what? That can’t be right. Ok, I get it. I’m being Punk’d, aren’t I? Any second now, Ashton Kutcher is about to jump out and say he got me. Well, I’m on to you now. So, let’s drop the joke.Girl: Punked? Are you ok? How’d you end up out here anyway?Dave: Out....I was attacked.Girl: By who?Dave: I can’t remember. I don’t think I saw their face. I...they came up behind me. UGH! I feel like such an idiot. I’m meant to be better than that. Wait! My title? Where is it?Girl: Your title?Dave: My International Championship belt? I had it when I was... I mean, before I...woke up here. Where ever here is?Man: Oi! Is he ok then?Dave looks round to spot another man getting out of the car; a tall, ugly man wearing a long brown coat and with his hair slicked right back. His personality is just like his exterior; gruff, rough and abrasive. He squirms as his feet sink into the mood, as Dave talks back to the girl.Dave: Who is that?Girl: That’s Jim. He was the man who you talked to on the phone, remember?Dave: Obviously not.Girl: He organised everything. He runs the show you came here to participate in. Dave: Show?Girl: Yeah! Awesome Camp Wrestling? We’re working the Butlins down the road tonight. It’s a sold out show. 100 tickets sold, all to see the likes of you wrestle.Dave: Awes....ACW?Jim: Yeah, ACW. Got a problem with that?Jim had finally joined them, hands on his hips, his big pot belly protruding, oozing intimidation.
Jim: Skinny bastard, aren’t ya? Don’t look like you’ve ever been in a wrestling bout before.Dave: Hey, I’ll let you know I’m the International Champion....Jim: Yeah, and I’m the King of Belgium. Now get your ass in that car so we can get the hell out of here.Jim turned and started to walk away from the two. Dave looked at the girl, who simply shrugged and started to follow Jim. He gave chase after them, as Jim and the girl climbed into the car. Dave clambered into the backseat as well; even though he’s may not be the biggest guy, even he had to squeeze in delicatly. Something suddenly hits him.
Dave: Hey, wait a second. How did you guys know I’d be out in this field?Jim: Your letter. To be honest, when I got it, I thought someone was stitching me up, but we thought we’d drive by and check it out, just in case.Dave: I see. And do you have the letter by any chance?Jim digs into his jacket pocket and pulls out a brown envelope, the side already torn open. He throws it in to Dave, as he starts the engine. Dave takes the letter out and opens it up…============== 2nd June 1973
Jim,
I’d love to be a part of your show. I’ll be in Manchester on the 13th July. Meet me in McDonalds field at 2:45pm.
Dave
============== Dave’s eyes darted back and forth, reading and rereading the few words over and over again. It wass the first line which draws his attention.
Dave: This is dated 1973.Jim: Of course it is!Dave: But it’s 2009.Jim: You what? You must be having a laugh. Whatever happened to you out there must have scrambled your brains.Girl: Dave, it’s the 13th July 1973. I think we’d better get the doctor to check you out before you hit the holiday camp.Jim: Nonsense. He’ll be fine. Nothing a strong gin won’t fix up, isn’t that right Dave. Now, if you two girls are done yapping, we’ve got a show to be getting to.Jim started up the engine which splutters to life. Dave sat back in the chair, his mouth open, speechless. His mind struggling to come to terms with what he was hearing. Surely this couldn’t be real. Something was wrong here.
Jay: Dave, can you hear me?A voice ran through Dave’s head, but as he looked around, he couldn’t see anyone else.Dave: Someone say something?Jim: I didn’t hear anything.Girl: Me neither.Jay: Dave, they say that talking to people can sometimes help them through times like this. Dave put his hand to his head and closed his eyes tightly. He recognised his brother’s voice, but where was he.
Jay: They say you’ve suffered some serious injuries, and they’re going to do their best to keep you going. But it’s up to you. You have to be strong. You’ve got to find a way back home to us Dave.Dave’s eyes darted open again.
Dave: Back….home.He looked at the two in the front seat, who were staring back at him and each other. Jim let out a loud laugh.
Jim: Jesus, he’s talking to himself. Maybe the doctor would be a good idea.Dave: You couldn’t hear him?Girl: What are you on about? Listen, why don’t you sit back and relax, ok Dave? We’ll have you at the ACW show again in no time at all. Oh, my name is Rosie, by the way? Dave: Rosie and Jim?Rosie: That’s right. She gave him a big toothy smile, before turning back to face forward. The car roared to life, as Jim put his foot down on the accelerator with all his power. Dave ran his hand through his hair, and closed his eyes again, trying to hear his brother’s voice again. He was dreaming. He must be. But how would he wake up?
The car pulled out of the field and tore down the road at top speed, as Dave contemplated his situation.
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Post by Commissioner Zero on Jul 13, 2009 15:57:13 GMT -5
Segment: The reasons (and the missing match. BONUS!) (Credit: Hitman) Here we go into the back once again! This time, Kevin Anderson greets us, although some people are probably wishing they could have seen Charlotte King instead. Nonetheless, Kevin holds the mic up and prepares to give an interview.Kevin: I'm standing by with Hitman of the Gods. Hitman trudges solemnly into the picture, Adrastos and Alexandra following behind him. Hitman has no smiles on his face. There is a grave look on the giant's face, stern and foreboding.Kevin: Hitman, a lot of people are wondering… Why weren't you there for your match with Jonny Spade on Thursday? For those of who you don't know of the situation, let us show you. We cut back to the area where Hitman nods and rips the mic out of Kevin's hands.Hitman: You want to know where I was, Kevin? I was back in Greece, finding out why I was called back to ACW. Was it because of my own accord or was it due to the pressure? I'll tell you why I no-showed. It's because I'm sick of trying to maintain appearances. I'm sick of being a hero. I'm sick of everything. I tried to find myself again… And I found myself lost among the crowd. The seven foot seven monster has to take a backseat. I've been overlooked for the last time. I went back to Greece to realize that I am merely like everyone else. I am not an immortal nor am I a savior. I am a man who had one hell of a growth spurt. Don't consider this my two weeks notice… Consider this my little vacation until Seven Deadly Sins. Hitman hands it back to Kevin, almost shoving it into his chest. He whispers in Greek to Alexandra before leading the two out. However, Kevin stops Hitman, grabbing him by the arm.Kevin: And then what happens? The emotionless and blank expression Hitman has had on his face the whole promo is broken with a sudden smile.Hitman: That's for me to know and for you to find out. See you at Seven Deadly Sins, ACW. Hitman gently shoves Kevin backwards with enough force to knock the interviewer onto his backside. Hitman, Adrastos and Alexandra take their leave and leave Kevin on the ground in confusion.
Fade.----------------------------------------- What...the...FUCK?! Jack Jefferson
BJ Jefferson is sat in his brother’s locker room shortly after their victorious tag team debut. Events took a weird turn after the match, however, and BJ isn’t happy about what happened and he wears a worried expression on his face, no doubt worried about why his brother felt the need to go so far. The door slams open and BJ is jolted out of his though process as Jack strides into the room, he looks extremely pissed off.
BJ: Look...
Jack: No! Don’t give me any of that shit! I wanna know what the FUCK that was out there?!
BJ: Out there? That was you going too fucking far!
Jack: Too far?! I didn’t even scratch the surface! If you’re gonna send a message in ACW you’ve gotta make a real statement. You made us look scared out there, we’re the best team in this entire federation and we’ve gotta let everyone know it. Face it, you fucked up!
BJ: We don’t need to brutalise people to prove ourselves, we can do it in the ring!
Jack: What the fuck would you know about it?! You’re barely out of training and you’re telling me what’s what?! You disrespectful little cunt!
BJ: You need to learn to calm the fuck down! You’ve got some serious anger issues bro, maybe you should get some help!
Before Jack even has chance to respond BJ walks out of the room, clearly wanting to avoid further conflict. Jack simply roars and picks up a bottle of water that happens to be nearby, throwing at the door as it closes behind BJ. This doesn’t look good for Team Jefferson by maybe BJ’s right? Maybe Jack does just need to calm down...
Fade to Black
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