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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 16, 2009 15:36:11 GMT -5
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Match 1: Jin vs. Alex Trixer
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Match 2: Frankie Siano vs. Gooner
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Match 3: Jonny Spade vs. Jack Jefferson
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Match 4: Rattlesnake vs. Jason Freeman
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Match 5: ACW Entertainment Championship Chris Phenomenal vs. Dan White
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 16, 2009 15:36:40 GMT -5
Segment: Opening His Heart (Credit: Dan White)
The scene opens up in the backstage area, and there’s a pop for the Welshman, Dan White, who is seen in his locker room. He’s got a crunch match coming up later tonight against Chris Phenomenal, for the Entertainment Title, no less, and it’s a match he’ll be very eager not to lose. But it’s not as simple as that. As heard by the pop as the camera opened, it wasn’t as loud as we’ve heard the crowd react when White comes on set. With his somewhat reluctance to admit he is still a member of the roster last Monday night, there is most certainly an aura of Dan not being here for the passion anymore, but merely being here for a pay check. And as he tapes up his wrists with some black tape, he begins to speak to himself.
Dan White: You know, I have gone through a complete rollercoaster of emotions over the past three months or so. I have witnessed some things that have happened to my colleagues, some things that have effected myself, and some things that have made me extremely uncomfortable. I told you all that I am still an active member of this roster, and I am. But I have also made it clear that there are things that have to change when it comes to my attitude. Can I still be that person who runs around, causing havoc and whatnot? The fact is, I’m 28 years old and I’m not getting any younger. I have to do, ultimately, what allows me to still have an income. I have family now. I can no longer simply run around here like a mentalist, doing things that would ultimately see me in five years time unable to get a job because company owners see me as too much of a risk. I know it sounds like a massive cop-out, but it’s the truth.
The fans aren’t liking what they’re hearing, but they choose not to boo, allowing Dan to continue.
Dan White: I mean, I still want to achieve things in ACW. I must be one of the most successful people currently in this company. I’m just not as successful as I would like to be. I still want to be the World Champion, and hell, if I can win the Entertainment Title tonight, it boosts the achievements list, doesn’t it? But as I implied, I have to be more cautious in my approach to my career. I’m not going to go dousing our World champion with petrol and threatening to set fire to him if he doesn’t give me a shot. I believe that those days are behind me, now. But whether or not that was the Dan White you wanted holding up the World title upon a turnbuckle, I think you may have to reassess your beliefs. I still want to win the World title, it’s my ultimate number one ambition, but it just isn’t going to happen under the old Dan. So I will thank any fan that still wants me to succeed, but likewise, I will understand those who want nothing to do with me anymore.
Despite Dan’s very “feel sorry for himself” attitude, he garners a few pops from the crowd, showing that there is still a strong following for the Welsh Dragon.
Dan White: I feel like I should explain myself further. You see, I know what I’ve done over the past 3 months. And I believe it was justified. I have not regretted one thing. But in light of the negotiations Gingerdude and I undertook, I realised that there were changes that had to be made. Call it selling out or whatever, but I had to do what is best for my career. And it was either change my attitude and my actions, or no longer be on your television screens as Dan White. And let’s face it, where else could I go? SLA? I’d rather lick piss off nettles, to be quite frank. Although it was nice to know that their owner has some admiration for yours truly, with the certain little name drop the other day. A clear indication that if he had it his way, I would be out of here and into his poxy little place like a shot. But to reiterate, I changed so I wouldn’t be acting the way I was in a different place. It would feel so phony, so fabricated, if I was running around, causing havoc, in a place where I had little or no grudge with anybody, and where there was very little history. It seems a bit daft to be anti-authority when the authority hasn’t even had a chance to build bridges.
To those who don’t know what Dan just said...it’s probably best just not knowing.
Dan White: And that is my reasoning. Call it a cop out, a sell out, or whatever, but I just wanted to prove to you that I had to do what I could to make sure I’m still on your television screens. Yes, I requested for certain clauses in my contract that suggests I may not be loyal in ACW, but at the end of the day, I have made some great changes to ensure that I’m still here. It’s now your turn to decide whether or not that this is the Dan White you want to continue cheering for.
He looks at the camera, smirking slightly, but with some resignation in his eyes, as the camera fades out of a rather emotional segment.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 16, 2009 15:38:21 GMT -5
===================== Why are you still here? Chris Phenomenal and Rattlesnake ===================== The scene opens inside the parking garage of ACW. Chris Phenomenal sitting inside of his car with his eyes closed, the beat of “My Time” by Fabolous resounding out of the car until the sound of another car approaching drowns it out. Chris immediately jumps to a start and walks out of his car heading towards the new car. He turns the corner to the second row of cars and notices a large man pulling a duffel bag out of his trunk.
Chris Phenomenal: I didn’t think you were going to show up.
The man turns around as it is now clearly obvious that Rattlesnake has shown up tonight.
Rattlesnake: Look Chris, I don’t know what your problem is but I have a match with Freeman tonight. I don’t have time to deal with you.
Chris smiles before shaking his head at Rattlesnake and smiling.
Chris Phenomenal: My problem? It isn’t my problem? It’s yours. You see with you hear everyone wants to see Rattlesnake. They want to see him return to the form, headlining the shows. Ya buy into all their shit and all it does is bring down our quality. Ya can’t do shit anymore, ya a broken down has been, keepin’ the people who can put on a show out of the spotlight. Worst of all, ya don’t realize that the game has past ya by Snake. Ya don’t realize that ya could get seriously hurt in there if ya wrestlin’ someone other than a little school girl. I’m doin’ this fo’ ya safety Snake. So why don’ ya get back in ya car, go back to Florida and collect ya pay on the sideline.
Chris smiles at Snake who shakes his head and starts to walk away before Chris grabs him, spinning him back.
Chris Phenomenal: Look Snake, yamight not think it, but I have ya best interests at heart. So get in the car and drive back.
Rattlesnake: Look Chris, I’m under contract, I’m not going to quit, I’m not going to walk out on everyone that wants to see me.
Chris looks at Snake and then shakes his head.
Chris Phenomenal: If that’s the way it’s going to be Snake, then I guess I’m just going to have to show you once again that your time is through. You recall what I did last week to Maverick, that shit’s gon’ look tame as compared to what happens on Monday.
Chris lets out a small chuckle before walking away as Snake shakes his head and the scene cuts to black.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 16, 2009 15:38:56 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Nemo Me Impune Lacessit (Credit: AK)
Thursday July 16th, 10.30am
As so often appears to be the case these days, Alicia Laureano is multi-tasking her way through a busy schedule at the family home.
It’s starting to feel like a home now; perhaps the amount of clutter which inevitably builds up around young children has something to do with it. “Organised chaos” would not be too far off the mark as a description, with washing stacked up, plates drying on the sink counter, and the latest in a constant round of baby bottles being sterilised.
Alicia cradles Riccardo as he finishes off his feed, before carefully resting him over her shoulder and caressing his back. Just as she’s enjoying a maternal glow, the phone rings, causing her to huff a little. The pair of them make their way over to the phone’s base unit, and Alicia flicks it to speaker mode.
Alicia: Hello?
She recognises the caller straight away, as would just about any regular ACW fan.
Ginger: Good Morning, Alicia. How are you?
Alicia: I’m fine, thanks.
Riccardo shuffles in his mother’s arms, gurgling and trying to turn his head toward the sound of the strange voice.
Alicia: Ricky says hello, too.
Ginger is heard chuckling; but Alicia recognises a slight strained tone in the Chairman’s expression, and frowns.
Alicia: What can I do for you, Jonathan?
There is a very brief pause, which nonetheless speaks volumes.
Ginger: Alicia, I called because I’m trying to get to the bottom of what happened at the end of Meltdown last Thursday.
Alicia: You mean with Dave?
Ginger: Precisely.
Another fleeting pause.
Ginger: I’ll come straight to the point here. I’ve been attempting to place everyone who was in the building during that show, which naturally includes you. I realise that for most of the time, you were in or near my office. But during the crucial period... I was there, but you were not.
Alicia frowns again, and thinks for a moment.
Alicia: I understand where you’re coming from... well, if I recall correctly, I got a call from Victor just before the main event started, so I stepped outside to take that in private. And then I moved my car to the back entrance so that I could get away without running into all the fan traffic, you know how bad that junction gets.
Ginger: I see. Can anyone physically corroborate your whereabouts at that time?
Alicia sounds a little annoyed as she responds.
Alicia: Not that I would know about. I mean, Victor can confirm the phone call, but obviously he wasn’t actually there...
Riccardo hiccups, and Alicia walks over to his cot, placing him gently down, before pivoting on her heel. Her movements become slightly more aggressive.
Alicia: Jonathan, are you saying that you suspect me of having something to do with what happened to Shadow?
She hears Ginger sigh audibly.
Ginger: Alicia, all I know for certain at the moment is that I can’t vouch for what you were doing when the attack happened, and more than that, there is broadcast footage of you actually threatening Shadow earlier in the evening. That’s a major issue in the circumstances. Lord knows, I can sympathise with how you must have felt-
Alicia: I did NOT attack Dave Shadow, Jonathan.
Her face is flushed and hot, her tone calm but concealing a deeper feeling. She waits for a response, but for several seconds, none comes.
Alicia: ....you believe me, don’t you?
His continued silence speaks volumes, and Alicia’s skin flares crimson. Is it the pain of false suspicion, or the heat of a guilty conscience?
Alicia: I realise you’re in a difficult position here, Jonathan. Shadow and I have more than a little history together, and I admit that the way he was dicking around last week really got on my tits, to be frank about it. But however angry I might have been, there’s no way I would brutalise a man in the way Shadow was attacked. I meant to warn him off, nothing more.
A further pause, which when broken brings no real relief to Alicia.
Ginger: I’m trying to keep this as an internal investigation for now. However, Dave’s condition remains very serious. If he doesn’t start to recover soon, I can’t guarantee that external authorities won’t get involved.
Alicia closes her eyes for a moment.
Alicia: I understand.
She exhales sharply.
Alicia: Sorry if I’m being impolite, but I need to feed Helena. Is there anything else you wanted to speak to me about?
Ginger: Actually, yes, and it’s not entirely unrelated. I need to decide what’s going to happen with the International Title.
Alicia: What about it?
Ginger: Contractually, Shadow has to defend the belt at Seven Deadly Sins, or forfeit it. I have no idea whether he will be fit to contest the match, but I intend to announce it on Warfare.
Alicia: Sounds like a sensible plan. So, you wanted my opinion on who should get the title shot, hmm?
Ginger: Sort of. Clearly it’s a big decision, as if Shadow can’t defend, I intend to award the title to the challenger. I don’t want it to sit idle. Would you concur with that strategy?
Alicia: In the circumstances, yes.
Ginger: That’s good. I’d like you to be present for Warfare, if you can make it – I’ll send a car over for you. Six o’clock, ok? I’ll see you then. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have my own endless list of things to get on with. Goodbye.
The line drops, leaving Alicia standing in the middle of her living room, somewhat taken aback.
Alicia: Well, that was very strange....
She momentarily glances around her, and then furrows her brow. Ginger hasn’t told her the full story... why would he want her at the arena for Warfare?
She knows that this will bug her for the rest of the weekend, but there’s little she can do about it now. Her more pressing responsibilities take precedence, as she heads off to exchange the empty bottle for a full one.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 16, 2009 15:39:21 GMT -5
Life on Mercury: Part Two By Dave Shadow Dave walked through the holiday park, through the massive front gates and along a long pathway. Either side of the road, small houses were positioned, most of which had families either inside opr outside, all running about in a frenzy of excitement over getting to spend their holidays in a Butlins holiday camp. Dave didn’t blame them. He had adored visiting the sites when he was a kid. There was one just down the road from him. The swimming pools, the arcades, the shows....so many good memories.
As he strolled along, he wondered what was happening to him. The dress sense, the news papers he had seen, the level of technology. Everything pointed to him being in 1973. But that made absolutely no sense. And yet, as he looked at the two people walking with him, they seemed so real. Rosie, an attractive girl in her late 20s, and Jim, a middle aged man, as rough on the outside as he was gruff on the inside.The three walked towards one of the houses, though given their size, Dave would rather have called them huts. He was aware of Rosie and Jim talking to each other, and probably to him as well, but his thoughts were taking up all his energy, and their words drifted in one ear and out the other. Finally, he realised that they had stopped outside one of the huts.
Jim: So Davey boy, what do you think? Impressive, no?Dave snapped back to reality and looked at the wooden door, already rotting. “House 2009” the plate in front of him read, nailed on to the door. Dave laughed in his own head. Jim shoved a key into the door and twiddled with it, before having to place his shoulder on the door and force it in. As he stumbled inside, Dave peered in. It was dark and damp, only two rooms big. A bathroom in the back, and a small, shoddy bed in the middle of the hall/kitchen/dining room/bedroom. Not what he was used to, rolling with Zero Tolerance.
Dave: This is it?Jim: This is it! You’re home for your time with us. Your palace and kingdom, rolled in to one.Dave: Great.Behind them, Dave heard a big roar of cheers. All three of them spun round to see what the commotion was; standing in the middle of about 30 kids was a giant man, laughing loudly. Dave looked at him, and figured out that he was here for a similar reason as himself.Dave: Let me guess. Another wrestler for the show?Jim: The wrestler. Don’t you know who Homer Haybale is? I thought you were supposed to know about wrestling.Rosie: That’s Homer Haybale, Dave. The Awesome Camp Wrestling champion. See, he’s carrying the title belt over his shoulder.Dave squinted. He notices something shining on the man’s gigantic shoulder. However it was only when his attention was drawn to it fully that he realised what title belt it was.Dave’s eyes opened as wide as they could go.Dave: The International Championship! That bastard has my title!Dave started to walk towards the crowd, a massive scowl on his face. Jim and Rosie threw each other a weird look before chasing after him. As Dave reached the crowd, he started pushing kids out of the way, hearing concerned parents behind him going nuts. Haybale hadn’t spotted him yet though, so Dave was free to snatch the title belt off his shoulder. He grabbed it and backed off, holding the title in his arms to look at it. Haybale spun round to see who dared touch him, and spotted Dave.
Dave: This is mine.Jim rushed in and grabbed the title himself, pulling it from the claws of Dave. He handed it back to Haybale, trying to calm him down. Rosie moved in beside Dave and tried to hold him back, knowing he was after the title and wouldn’t give up.
Dave: That’s mine!Jim: You nutter.Haybale: Hey, Jim. I don’t mind, we’re good. Who is this, another adoring fan?Jim: His name is Dave Shadow, apparently. He’ll be fighting on the shows.Haybale just stood with a massive big grin on his face, before starting to tell the kids to scatter. Jim flashed Dave a warning look. As the kids dispersed, Haybale walked up to Dave, still smiling broadly. He leaned in and down, having to given the fact he was so much taller, and whispered in Dave’s ear.
Haybale: If you ever touch me or my title again, I will kill you. You understand? I won’t do anything with these kids around, but don’t think because you see a friendly giant on TV that I won’t chew you up and spit you out, you little bastard.Jim: Ok, come on. Let’s go get a drink. And with that, Jim wrapped his arm round the back of Haybale and started to lead him off towards a nearby bar. Dave watched as the two left. He hated feeling so powerless. He felt a hand touch his shoulder, Rosie’s, but he wasn’t in the mood. He stormed off towards his “house”, kicking the door in on the way.
As he sat down on the bed, he realised Rosie had followed him. He looked up, and let out a sigh.Rosie: You'd want to be careful with that one. He's a nasty piece of work. Stays all smiles and sunshine for the kids, but one on one....Dave: This isn’t real.Rosie: What?Dave: This....everything....nothing is real.Rosie: So you’re saying we’re not real?Dave: I am. "Cogito Ergo Sum". I think therefore I am.Rosie: So I’m not real?Dave: I.....I don’t know.A voice rang through his head again, causing him to close his eyes. It was his brother again. Only he could hear Jay’s voice.
Jay: Dave, the doctors say you’re condition hasn’t changed. Can you hear me?Dave: Yes.Rosie: Yes?Dave: I can hear you.Jay: They’re still investigating the attack. Given the confrontation, all signs point to Alicia.Dave: Alicia. Of course....Rosie: No, my name is Rosie. Who is Alicia?Dave: A girl. I challenged her. I remember. She....Dave’s eyes opened as it all came flashing back. The in-ring confrontation. Right before he woke up here, he had been taunting Alicia in the ring. And she threatened him. She had motive. Dave: That bitch. She attacked me.Rosie: Who, Alicia? She attacked you?Dave: Yes.Jay: There’s no witnesses.Dave: ...I think. I didn’t see.Jay: But she had a motive.Rosie: Did she have a reason?Dave: ....I said I’d hurt her family.Jay: You said some nasty things, but it gives her a motive. Rosie: That’s horrible.Dave: I know. But the ends justify the means. Don’t they?Dave realised his face was wet, and tears were streaming down his cheeks. He hadn’t seen the attacker, but surely it was her. It was her fault. He felt arms wrapping around his shoulders, as he opened his eyes again. Rosie sat beside him, embracing him in a hug.Dave: I’m sorry.Rosie: I don’t know what happened, but I’m sure it wasn’t your fault. Dave: I want to go home. I want to go home.Rosie: Come on, cheer up Dave. No one is going to pay to see a crybaby. Dave laughed through the tears, and wiped his face. He sat in silence for a few moments, but Jay was gone again, as quickly as he had arrived.Rosie: You’re stuck here for now, with us. So smile.Dave: I am stuck here. Guess I’d better make the most of it, huh?Rosie: Exactly. And sooner than you realise, you’ll be able to go back home again.Dave: Back home.Rosie: Don’t give up hope.Jay: Don’t ....give ......up .....hope.....don’t....give .....up.....[fade]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 16, 2009 15:40:53 GMT -5
===================== Honor Chris Phenomenal and Dan White ===================== The scene opens in front of the locker room of Dan White, one of the added perks in his newly signed contract is his own personal doorman. The sounds of raised voices fill the air as we look in on Chris Phenomenal and the burly bodyguard filling the corridors.
Chris Phenomenal: Look, I’m not gonna bash Dan’s brains in. I just need to speak to him ‘fore our match tonight.
Doorman: Look, I’m under strict orders that mandate that no one gets in too see Dan, especially you. Now if you would kindly leave us be…
Chris is never one to take kindly to people telling him what to do, and is one of the few men with the size to take on a bouncer. They stare each other down for a second before the bouncer obviously gets the message that Chris is not going to leave him be.
Doorman: Suit yourself kid.
The doorman looks to fire a punch at Chris who ducks it and then grabs him by the scruff of his shirt and thrusts him into the wall, flinging half of his zippered hoody back and revealing the gun in the waistband of his shorts.
Chris Phenomenal: I don’t think you understand who I am. Now I give you my word that I won’t lay a finger on Dan White if you just step aside.
Chris holds the bouncer up and glares at him but receives the same look back in an act of defiance.
Doorman: I said no one…
Chris has quite obviously had enough of the doorman and lets him drop but in the process frees his right hand which flies through the air and catches bouncer square in the jaw, sending his head snapping back into the wall and leaving a nice dent in the plaster as he crumbles to the floor and Chris dusts off his hand and walks into the dressing room, spying Dan White sitting back watching the festivities live on television.
Dan White: I didn’t know you wanted me so much, Chris, going through my personal doorman. Shame for his tenure to end in such a manner.
Chris looks at Dan not sure what the hell he just said. He takes a few moments to try and figure it out but can’t. Dropping the formalities Chris get’s right to business.
Chris Phenomenal: Look I don’t know how you got this match with the way Ginger’s been on your ass. Maybe it’s his attempt to mock you, maybe he figures that I’ll take you out for good, I don’t know. However I know that whatever the reason is, you’re going to come down and give me one hell of a fight so I came to wish you luck.
Dan studies Chris before shaking his extended hand before piping up.
Dan White: Hey mate, you can cut out that crap, yeah? I didn’t ask for this match. I’ve got better thing to do than go for a title I won almost five years ago. And I know that that ain’t the reason you’re here.
You can’t sneak much past Dan White apparently, as Chris looks him square in the eye.
Chris Phenomenal: Alright, I’m sure you listened to my interview at Omega Effect where I was asked if there was one wrestler I could have a match with I said it was you. Now we finally get it, our first match and I know we’re going to tear the house down, but that said I want a clean match, no bull shit at the end with the untouchables, and nothing from Senator, just the two of us in the ring showing exactly what we can do. Show everyone that quit, that thinks this place is going down that we still have the best damn wrestlers in this business and that we can put on a fucking show.
Chris looks at Dan who studies him for a moment before responding.
Dan White: Well, you know what? It’s the first time we’ll ever have been in the ring against each other. Main Event. Chris Phenomenal vs. The Welsh Dragon Dan White. It will be a match for the ages.
Chris looks at Dan who has stopped abruptly.
Dan White: However you want assurances that no one is going to interfere on my behalf, that The Untouchables aren’t going to get involved.
Chris Phenomenal: Exactly.
Dan White: Well you know, as I am the most entertaining guy this company has, that title is rather tempting. I mean, it would be a lot easier if, say, Andrew Black assisted me to the win. Wouldn’t that be something?
He pauses, watching the increasing tension flaring in Chris’s eyes.
Dan White: That said, however, you’ve got yourself a deal. Let’s put on a show.
Chris and Dan shake hands once more before Chris walks out of the dressing room past the still stunned doorman. Chris gives him a hearty pat on the shoulder and slips him a twenty for the nights work as the scene is ready to cut. But before it does so, Chris quickly turns back to Dan.
Chris Phenomenal: By the way, how the hell did you get a doorman?
Dan White: Contract, dude. There’s an arse load of things in my contract. I mean I have a policy where I get the closest parking space to the back door. Plus I get a Jacuzzi.
Chris nods his head, in a silent “fair enough” manner, before leaving the room properly. But as he leaves, he gives the camera a look that very much says “damn, I need to get Dan White’s agent” look, as the camera fades out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 16, 2009 15:41:20 GMT -5
The Switch (Part 1) [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] The scene opens up to the inside of Vortex’s locker room where Vortex can be sitting—mask on head—in the middle of the floor while Abel paces around him in a circle. The pair had a dilemma on their hands, Vortex had to appear in front of fans to explain his absence the past few weeks, however he could not do so in his current condition. What the fans didn’t know would probably save them from being hurt, however if Vortex didn’t get out in that ring and talk for a while the pay would stop. Vortex: I want…a bike. A sturdy bike made of metal with two wheels, so I can fly around and bring joy to the world.Abel ignores this statement and continues to pace. The oddities did not stop with Vortex’s speech, somehow he had been able to come out and compete last week. Although his ring work was more than sloppy—leading to his defeat—the amazing part is he didn’t try to rip out Train’s jugular at any point during, or after the match.
The trauma Vortex had suffered in the weeks leading up to Omega Effect, and especially what he endured during Omega Effect, should have sent him straight over that wonderful mental brink between sane and insane. Vortex went over alright, but so far he seemed reduced to violent outbursts only some of the time, which is a marked improvement from having violent outbursts all of the time.Vortex: Shopping for windows? Buy two now and get six free skittles…Vortex may seem mentally challenged at this point, however…Vortex: Taste the rainbow. His mind is simply working in overdrive. Every day we have thoughts enter and exit our heads without vocalizing them, whether these thoughts are good or evil. Vortex’s mind had lost the ability to sort such thoughts, leading to ‘random’ outbursts. This fact—while psychologically interesting—is horrible for a wrestling show, and thus the dilemma continues. Even if Vortex could put together a solid thought, that mask would really cause more than a few fans to wonder of his mental state. Even though he had healed from the burns minutes after taking the Exodus (and hours after actually receiving them), he had not taken off the mask. Vortex: I must go address my subjects. Abel stops pacing, looks at Vortex, and watches for any movement. Of course, this is futile as any movement from Vortex will be very quick and violent. Fortunately, he no longer has the temporary strength boost from the Exodus pills and thus can be downed in three tranquilizers instead of seven or eight. Vortex does not move, and sits on the floor rocking back and forth. The fact of the matter is, Abel has to find some way to get Vortex out to that ring…Vortex: Psychosurgery! Take the mind and make yourself someone new! Limited time only! That was it. Abel temporarily leaves Vortex’s side and begins searching his locker for something—anything—resembling bandages. Abel had a plan, and impersonation was its name. If he went out there bandaged up, he could possibly pass off as his ‘brother’, as they look almost identical.
The red hair could possibly be explained as a gimmick change of sorts, something about the color red and the symbolism of fire. Abel finds what he is looking for, a few gauze pads and some wrist tape. He begins taping his face up, all the while Vortex sits there and watches him through his mask.Vortex: You look like a mummy. Abel doesn’t respond, he finishes taping up his face and reaches into his pocket. From out of the pocket, he produces a tranquilizer gun and puts two in Vortex’s head. While this may seem inhumane, it is the fastest way to keep Vortex out for hours and he will not remember being shot in the head with tranquilizer darts after the fact anyway. While the solution is strictly temporary, it is also effective, and Abel ponders this fact as he walks over to Vortex. Quietly he takes the blue overcoat and the other signature clothing of Vortex and puts it on. A quick check in one of the room’s mirrors to reveal he looks identical to Vortex save for the blazing red hair. This would have to do however, as time was running out. Abel walks over the downed Vortex and out the door as the scene fades.
Fade
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 16, 2009 15:43:17 GMT -5
Match 1: Jin vs. Alex Trixer (Credit: ??, Senator)
As the fans settle in for the first televised match of the evening, referee Cliff Mortimer steps into the ring to begin the proceedings. Alex Trixer immediately attacks his opponent, going for a lariat, but Jin ducks it before hitting a roundhouse to the ribs, and snapmaring Trixer over into a rear chinlock. Trixer spins out of the quick submission, and sends a front dropkick into Jin’s chest, rolling back, and now taking Jin down with a running back elbow. Trixer plays to the crowd, and astoundingly gets a major reaction, a loud enough cheer that it causes the cynical veteran to bow in appreciation. Unfortunately for Alex Trixer, the audience is not reacting to him…but rather to the man who just stepped over the guard barrier, bat in hand…
“Fast” Eddie Edison: It’s Red! Red’s back in ACW!
The Cincinnati native slides into the ring, dropping his bat at ringside, and throws Trixer right over the top rope before he can react. Jin stands up, only to receive the exact same treatment, and Red calls for the microphone.
Mr. Red: Hey ACW, look who’s back! Senator! You remember the messages about someone wanting your title, well, I’m the one who sent them! Now come out here, if you’re man enough, and defend that belt right now. Ginger even said it was ok, so you want official, I’ll give you an official loss!
Almost directly after Red drops the microphone, “Hail to the Chief” plays, and Senator Steve Phillips walks out, wearing his warmup attire, ACW World Heavyweight Title over his shoulder, microphone in hand.
The Senator: You have to be kidding me, I just got done working out, and I figured I would have a nice night here without having to sully my hands with a common nobody such as yourself. But seeing that I am currently invested in the task of ridding ACW of useless pests and nitwits, I shall indeed take this time to destroy yet another moron. Prepare yourself for a quick defeat, I hardly have the time to mess around with someone who wrestles under a .500 percentage.
Phillips briskly strides down to the ring, depositing his title off at the timekeepers table before walking into the ring.
Phillip Jones: This following contest will be for the ACW World Heavyweight Title! Standing to my right, hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio, returning to ACW on this very night, Mr. Red! On my left, hailing from Washington DC, he is the ACW World Heavyweight Champion, Senator Steve Phillips!
***Bell Rings***
Maxwell McNally: You have to admire Mr. Red for returning in grand fashion here, not that I liked seeing the opening bout dismissed like that, but now we’ve got ourselves a World Title match.
Edison: Red’s lifetime record in ACW isn’t the best, but to you people out there unfamiliar with his career, you should know that Red has the ability to defeat anyone on any given day, this is beyond exciting! This is the sort of thing that ACW needs!
The Senator cracks his neck before engaging in a tieup. However, Red does not go along with the move, and instead switches to a rear waistlock, running Phillips into the ropes, and rolling back into a reverse cradle…
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…The Senator barely escapes the early pin attempt!
Edison: The old man looks more and more tired each show! This is great!
McNally: Personally, I think Red picked the perfect time to strike here, he knew that the Senator would be unable to turn down this challenge, and he looks very sharp, you know Red’s been training for this moment.
The Senator stands up, and sends Red back with a quick knife edge chop. Mr. Red staggers to the center of the ring, where the Senator meets him with another chop, sending the vocal baseball fan back into the ropes. Phillips again moves in on the target, when Red suddenly springs onto the middle rope, and off into a sunset flip, piledriving his opponent right on his head on the roll through!
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…Phillips kicks out again! The Senator staggers to his feet, only for Red to send him right back down with a 360 turning back brain kick, the Cincinnati Swing! Instead of going for the cover this time, Red dives to the outside, and finds his beloved Louisville Slugger.
McNally: What in the world is Red thinking of doing? He’s got the Senator on the ropes, no need for any weapons here.
Edison: This, Maxie, is what they call a statement!
Sure enough, Red enters the ring, bat in hand, and shoves Cliff Mortimer aside before he can intervene. The Senator gets to his feet, only to find himself on the receiving end of a rapid swing to the ribs. Doubled over, Phillips drops to his knees, as Red runs off the ropes, sliding under his opponent, and hitting an uppercut with the tip of the bat as he does so, solidly knocking the ACW champion out of consciousness.
Edison: That was DANGEROUS!
Red stands up, as the appreciative crowd cheers his actions, despite the brutal nature of the attack, most of the people are more than glad to see Phillips ko’ed. Red waves humbly to the crowd, before exiting the ring…and finding his true prize on the timekeeper’s table.
McNally: He can’t take the belt…or can he?
Sure enough, Mr. Red takes the ACW Title, and with a bit of a goofy grin on his face, he holds it up to the crowd, before jogging his way around the ring.
Edison: This is…I can’t believe it! Red just stole the ACW World Heavyweight Title! And generally I’d complain about that…but not this time! I can’t wait to see what happens next!
McNally: And I’ll concur on that point, Mr. Red is the current possessor of the ACW Title, and you better bet that Steve Phillips will be beside himself when he finds out what happened while he was “out!”
Fade Out
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 16, 2009 15:44:30 GMT -5
Going Back To Cali III Stan Vishis The scene opens up with Stan driving a silver convertible. His music blasts from the speakers as he makes his way down the road. He slows down as he reaches a nameless Diner. He parks, turns the music off, and looks over as he hears screaming. He slowly creeps up to the door of the diner and opens it. He sees a young black man holding a gun in the air, taking a large bag from a person sitting down. He looks over at Stan.With everyone screaming, he takes the bag and runs towards Stan. Stan, not knowing what to do, pulls his gun out and points it at him. The man whispers at Stan.: Good idea.Stan: The fuck?The man motions for Stan to grab him. Stan does so.: Now walk me out.Stan takes him outside and brings him over to his car.Stan: Who the fuck are you nigga?: I'm here to meet you.Stan: You're Gotti's associate?The Associate: Hell muthafuckin yeah!Stan: What was all that shit about?They both get in the car and begin to drive off.The Associate: I work with Gotti, and that brings in a lot of paper... but I have a thing for making money on the side... and I especially have a thing for robbing unsuspecting people.Stan laughs.Stan: So do I!The Associate: My boys that I work with think I'm crazy. It must be some kind of disorder, but I mean... who the fuck are those niggas to be telling me what I should be doing? They're telling me about morality after they just got back from pistol whipping a granny. I just like to make some money on the side of that whole mafia thing, you know? Aight, this is the house right here. The Stevens Residence!They get out of the car and slowly creep up to the building. They enter it and find the elevator. They press the up button and wait for it.Stan: I do that shit too...The Associate: It's great, isn't it? The most unsuspecting places are the best places. When people go out late at night, they expect to be robbed, so it isn't as much of a shock. I like to keep them on their feet by robbing them in Diners, as you've seen. I also have a ton of subway train robberies under my belt from back when I lived in The NYC.The elevator doors open and they step in.Stan: Ahh... a transportation robber? I have you beat. Airplane, two weeks ago. Ditched the plane mid-flight with a parachute and left them to spiral out of control and crash in to a mountain. I had the bag of goods with me as I went down.The Associate: Lucky you, kamikaze motherfucker.The elevator doors open and they step out and find the apartment.The Associate: Aight... I'll take the front. You go in through the back and see if there's an opening.Stan creeps over to the side of the building as The Associate looks in through the window. He sees a black man and a hispanic man sitting at a table counting money from a briefcase together. He shakes his head and whispers to himself.The Associate: Damn it, Andre. I didn't want to have to kill you.He catches a glimpse of Stan peeking in to the room from the dark bathroom. He whispers again. The Associate: He must have climbed in from the window...Stan nods... and as the main beat of the song kicks in, The Associate breaks the door down and sticks up both of them. They're in shock and and begin to yell loudly as Stan steps out from behind the door and takes the other guy. Stan kicks the hispanic in his gut and then turns to the black guy.Stan: You should have thought twice before you decided to deal with these spics. What the fuck was you thinking? You really thought that they would make you more money than Jay? Dumbass.Stan shoots the black man in the leg and then on the other foot. The associate shoots the hispanic in the head and Stan takes the money and puts it in to the briefcase. The associate tries to hurry Stan by tapping him and yelling.Stan: What, we aint in no rush.The Associate: Nigga, Jack was sleeping in the other room! The oldest of the fucking Stevens Family, nigga. He's waking up. We need to get the fuck out of here so he finds his nephew and business partner laid the fuck out... with US not here!Stan closes the briefcase and they both run for the door. They run down the stairs and hop in to the convertible, and speed off. As they drive off, they hear a very loud yell..."JAAAAYYYY!!!!!"
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 16, 2009 15:45:54 GMT -5
Chloe Jack Jefferson
Jack Jefferson is sat alone in a room that is almost completely shrouded in darkness. The only source of light is shining directly in his face which wears a disturbing smile that suggests he has sick thoughts running through his head. He is holding his crowbar in his right hand and he keeps rotating it in his hand, staring at it like he’s completely fascinated by it. After almost a minute of being mesmerised he manages to snap out of it and look back into the camera again, this time he begins to speak.
Jefferson: It has become my mission here in ACW to destroy every single opponent that is laid in front of me, night in night out. Sometimes, to achieve this goal and the respect I rightfully deserve, I have to get brutal with those who stand in my way. That is where Chloe comes into play...
Jefferson holds up the crowbar which he, seemingly, has named Chloe and slowly rubs it on his face, enjoying the cold touch of the metal on his skin.
Jefferson: Chloe is my sidekick in this mission. Unlike many others who have betrayed me and deserted me at crucial times she is uncomplicated, uncompromising, and always by my side. She is a weapon of destruction and in my hands that is what she does best. With her I bring suffering to my foes, to those who stand in my way. She alone can ensure that I am afforded the respect that is rightfully mine! She will help bring about the annihilation--
He is interrupted as the door swings open and Jack’s brother, BJ, steps into the room.
BJ: Er...bro, what you doing sitting alone in the dark?
Before Jack can even answer BJ has flicked the light on and made his way over to the couch, sinking into it with a satisfied sigh. Jack’s face screws up in anger, going a strange reddish colour, as BJ picks up the Xbox 360 controller and fires up the console.
BJ: Fancy a match on Fifa?
By means of reply Jack simply gets to his feet and storms out, slamming the door behind him in a rage.
BJ: Guess not...single player it is then.
BJ simply sinks back into the couch as he scrolls through the menu to find his latest save game to continue playing his season as Manchester City.
Fade to Black =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Segment: Disputed Pinfall (Credit: Freeman, CP, Senator) As the scene opens, we look into the Senator’s office, where our (not quite) beloved politican/champion is seated at his desk, filing away paperwork, and bemoaning the theft of his belt, a small bandage covering a knot on his forehead. Chris Phenomenal is standing by, talking on his cell phone, while the Capitalists are busy training for their next match against London and Zero…playing against them in ACW Omega Effect. CP: Look who just walked in… Kalb: I dunno, but I’m just going to stick to this game of Omega Effect…hey, Fits, you just ate a Revolver, way to go! As the Senator looks up, his already annoyed look turns to outright disgust as he beholds the #1 contender, Jason Freeman. Freeman: Senator Phillips, you are a cheat and a liar! The Senator: If you would extract yourself from my… Freeman: Shut up! I’ve had more than enough of your old man excuses and political sidesteps! Senator: Well, that was rather articulate for a simpleton as yourself. Freeman: Interesting how you attempt to avoid the subject. You know well that you paid off that referee to give you the match! Senator: I got the three count, did I not? Freeman: So you don’t even deny it! Senator: Nor do I admit to anything. Freeman: Just shut your mouth! I’m sick of your little word games! Senator: It figures that you would grow tired of logic and intelligent discourse. Freeman: You know what? I don't care. There's only one thing that's important here. Whatever the official decision may read in the record books, we both know that I pinned you right in the middle of that ring and that’s all that matters. I pinned you for the third time in our series, and that has you terrified. Senator: I hardly have anything to fear. All that matters is the bottom line, and I am tired of you trying to apply revisionist history onto our past altercations. The fact of the matter is that I am the best man, and that I… Freeman: You think you’re so much better...that’ll be your downfall. And I’ll be right there to sweep away the broken pieces of your career. You may try to kick me out of ACW, or to wreck my career with this match, but you have miscalculated. Oh, you have miscalculated horribly! Ive beaten you already, and I’ll take your belt when it matters most…and that, Senator, is nothing but the truth! Senator: You little imbecile! Get out of my office and never return! The Senator throws a fountain pen at Freeman, hitting him in the face. Freeman looks back in disbelief, before storming his foe’s desk, only for Chris Phenomenal, Anthony Kalb, and Kevin Fitsharris to intervene. Freeman decides that discretion is the better part of valor, and backs down, throwing one last verbal barb at his opponent as he walks away, not turning his back for a moment. Freeman: Just you wait and see! When you don’t have your little buddies, your paid announcer, your hired referee, you’ll see just what happens. Fade Out
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 16, 2009 15:47:18 GMT -5
Segment: [Couldn't think of a segment name for this] (Credit: Jonny for the segment name) *We come back from commercials outside of what looks like a Psychiatric ward. We hear the cackle of a man and we quickly enter the building then through a hallway. We hear another cackle as we see a light coming through a window on a door at the end of the hallway. We quickly move up to the window. We do not see anything, but we hear another cackle. Then a face comes up into the camera’s view. The face is so close, all we see are the eyes.*
There are some places where people belong. There are some places that some people don’t belong. I didn’t belong in high school. I was too advanced for that joke. I knew that whatever they were going to teach me there wasn’t going to be enough to help me in life. I didn’t belong at home, with a father that regretted ever beating me. But I belong in the wrestling ring.
*The face disappears, but the voice doesn’t as we hear another cackle.*
I was born Keith Ian Andrews and that is the name I still go by. I left school when I was expelled. I trained right after that for my career of choice. But I went there just to get the physical skills. You see, I figured out that if I can beat your before our match, it doesn’t matter how good I am in the ring. No matter who you are, everyone has fears and in my life, I’ve figured out how to find your fears and use them against you. They’ve said that I’ve beaten at least 6 different men in the span of a month before they entered the ring.
You see I was in CZW for about two years before leaving because I was told that I put one of the other workers into cardiac arrest because I put about 3 boa constrictors in their locker room before the event. I told them I did not put the worker into cardiac arrest, no the snakes did. I didn’t do anything then give him a present. I was told I was too raw for TNA and I was too much of a risk for WWE. I’ve been rejected by place, after place, after place. Until I found A…..C…..W.
*Keith’s figure pops up opposite the camera. His back is turned to the camera as he continues to talk.*
The.Pyschotic.Flyer Keith.Ian.Andrews I found ACW, it didn’t find me. I went and searched for the hottest company I could find that I could succeed in. I found ACW and I didn’t hesitate. I told them I belong in the ring, any ring and if they gave me the chance, I would show them a style of wrestling that hasn’t been seen in a long time.
*Just then the lights turned off in the building as we hear Keith cackle again.*
The.Pyschotic.Flyer Keith.Ian.Andrews Because I belong where you don’t want me to belong. I belong in your mind. I belong in your nightmares. I am Keith Ian Andrews. And soon you’ll all be…..
*The lights come on as we see across from the camera written on the wall, in big red lettering, K.I.A. Then the lights go out again as we hear another cackle then a load crash and screaming, but the cackling is louder than the screaming. The lights come on and we see Keith Ian Andrews leaving the hallway.*
The.Pyschotic.Flyer Keith.Ian.Andrews Ah, feels good being out of that room.
*He cackles as the camera turns around and we see the inside of the room. On the walls are symbols but on the wall left of the door facing the hallway is red with silver letters, the letters being ACW. The wall to the right of the door is silver with red lettering. The letters are random, but any time K, I, A are seen they are bolded. Then we hear a bang at the door. The camera turns to the door and we see Keith cackling before a flash of light and he is gone, but his cackle is still heard, faintly.*
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 16, 2009 15:49:23 GMT -5
M A N N E Q U I N you can cry [cry cry] again [again again], my face like a mannequin[/center][/font] Mannequin by Britney Spears begins to pour through the speakers, giving the regular lights in the arena its cue to change a purple tint, flashing lightly to the beat of the music. The first part of the verse has already passed on as Rena steps out from behind the curtains, wearing a skin-colored one-piece bathing suit with black material running from her shoulders, over her nipples and then meeting just under her belly button to fan out over her pubic area. As she stands on the stage, a hand on her hips, she smiles at the cheers forming for her.I cannot help myself, I'm just doing what I do Got my heart set, do anything that I want so thank you I like it and I do what I like And then you do what I like then you'll like it Instead of moving down the ramps, she turns around with her back to the audience and begins to pop her hips left to right, jutting one arm up in the air whilst the other arm moves over the top of her head and delicately drops down to her neck. As it reaches her neck, her other hand moves down int he same fashion. If you wanna just(Scream)Scream your lungs out If you wanna just (Cry) Cry your eyes out (I'm not doing that) That's what I'm about Leaning her head back, Rena moves her hands down her neck and spins around, running her fingers down her breasts and down her ribs.You can cry your eyes out of your head Baby, baby, I don't care, I don't care I don't care, I don't care past her ribs, she moves her hands over her hips, touching her thighs and ultimately rubing them gently over her inner thights, squatting down a few inches to swish her hips back and forth before standing back up straight.You can cry again My face like a mannequin (Scream) Mannequin, yeah, I did it again and again You can cry again My face like a mannequin As the song continues on, Rena struts from the top stage down the ramp and onto the stairs. As she reaches the ropes, the light flicker back to a regular color and the music begins to fade once she enters through the ropes. After moving towards the announcers table, she is handed a mic from a nearby crew member. Moving to the center of the ring with on mic in the other hand, she lightly places her other on a hip.Rena: Hello, bitches. Where are all my Renagades!? YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHRena: That's what I like to hear! Now, I want to address some things. There's been this rumor floating around that I supposedly fucked my way into the company. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORena: No. As much as the haters in ACW would like think that I'm the biggest whore in ACW, I did NOT fuck my way to be here. RENA! RENA! RENA!Rena: You see these hands? These are the hands that were broken to be here. My body has been bruised and broken over and over again to be where I am today! Fuck the people who think I just lay around and suck dick to be here every single day. I WORK HARD FOR YOU! WOOOOOOOOOOOO!Rena: That's all I have to say, bitches. Mannequin hits again as she drops her mic to the ground. Pushing through the ropes, Rena walks down the stairs and up the ramp through the curtains as the scene fades.[fade]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 16, 2009 15:50:06 GMT -5
"The law of the jungle" (Credit:The Red Panther) In the wild, there is a food chain. That chain expresses the way in which energy is transferred from animal to animal. At the top of each and every food chain, is a supreme predator. The one who is feared among other animals if its presence is known. The likes of sharks, spiders, large birds and man are top of certain chains. Another animal which is top of it's food chain, is the panther. Now a common misconception is that there is a single animal called the panther. In fact, it is a genetic variation of large cats, or a family known as panthera, composed of four of the best hunters in the wild. tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:ZZWbsxhlslJVEM:http://www.fortunecity.com/millennium/rollingacres/1250/nature/34 krlionroarBIG.jpg[/img] The Lion, king of the jungle. Grand, feared by man and beast a like. It is one of the most recognized animals in the world, and with good cause. The lions prey is often killed by strangulation, this powerful animal simply crushes the life out of its prey with pure power, as I do. Like the lion, I can finish my prey with one strong choke. The Tiger is often called the ultimate killing machine by wildlife experts, and it is easy to see why. It's stripes are not only beautiful, but camouflage it. And however clever or large a water buffalo is, it can never spot the sly tiger before said tiger ends the life of said buffalo. This is like how I fight; my opponent does not know were I am or what I am doing so I can strike with minimal difficulty. The jaguar is the only of these four cats found in the Americas, and is the biggest cat in the western hemisphere. The jaguar has a signature killing tactic, it bites directly through the skull of its prey, delivering a fatal wound to the brain. The bite of the jaguar is even more powerful then other members of the panthera family, it can pierce straight through even the shells of armored reptiles with ease. I take my style from this, one strong blow, and the opponent is finished. The leopard may be the smallest of the four pantheras, but it makes up for it in other areas. The leopard is an opportunistic killer, it waits for the chance and then springs on its prey, moving at up to 36 miles an hour. It can take down male giant elands, which can weigh up to 1, 984 pounds using this speed and opportunistic style of hunting. The leopard can stalk its prey for a long time, and then pounce, killing its prey with a single bite to the throat and then hiding it under dense vegetation or up trees to avoid discovery by vultures and others trying to steal the leopards kill. As with the leopard, I may wait for a long time before striking in for the kill using speed and finesse. I am the ultimate predator, I can take down any prey. The word panther comes from Greece, with Pan- meaning all, and ther- meaning beast of prey. This is due to the fact they can kill any prey, no matter the size, speed, strength or intelligence of the target. When I enter ACW, I will have just one goal: to take down the biggest prey, take control, and win the gold, like a real predator. The Red Panther will be feared by all ACW wrestlers, present and future. Be prepared Or be hunted down
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 16, 2009 15:50:37 GMT -5
Match 2: Frankie Siano vs. Gooner
‘Funky Town’ By Lipps Inc begins to play over the AlphaTron and the arena lights go down and orange lights start to flash in time with the beat. Out from the curtain steps Frankie Siano to a chorus of boos from the live crowd, he cockily struts up to the edge of the ramp and starts to gyrate much to the disdain of the fans in attendance. Once he is satisfied with his gyration he continues down the ramp, beating away the outstretched hands of the fans like flies, when he reaches the ring he climbs the ring steps and slowly enters the ring, as soon as both his feet touch the inside of the ring he starts to spin like a whirlwind, his feather boas creating a nice visual as they follow his rotation. He then approaches the hard camera side of the ring and climbs the middle rope, he lowers his sunglasses onto the bridge of his nose and winks at the camera before blowing a kiss and walking to the stage hand and passing her all his gear as he waits for his opponent.
With Siano in the ring, Gooners entrance begins. As he slides into the ring, Siano kicks Gooner straight in the ribs, causing boos to ring from the crowd, met with a cocky grin and strut from Siano. Frankie lifts the lovable loser off the mat, pulls him to the middle of the ring and whips him to the ropes. When Gooner runs back Frankie throws him to the ma again with a hip toss. As Gooner makes another attempt to get up, Frankie blows a kiss to the camera and then hits a jawbreaker, sending Gooner stumbling into the ropes. Frankie struts to Gooner and begins landing knife edge chops to Gooner, wearing away at him.
Edison: Gooner needs to pick up some kind of offense, only a minute or so into this match and already Gooner looks done.
Siano whips Gooner to the ropes, and on the return Siano turns and pulls down the top rope, sending Gooner head first to the floor. Siano then climbs out onto the apron and drops an elbow all the way to the floor onto Gooner. Siano slides both Gooner and himself into the ring and locks in a side headlock. Instead of taking the normal wrestling route of sliding out of the hold, Gooner kicks his legs and throws his arms around, to the amusement of Siano. Gooner gives up and attempts to stand, which Siano allows while still holding in the head lock. Siano yet again whips Gooner, and on the way back plants him with a picture perfect leg drop. Siano covers, but Gooner kicks out.
McNally: Gooner is done, why he doesn't just accept it and take the pin is beyond me.
Siano lifts Gooner to his feet and pulls his head up. Siano smirks at scrawny little Gooner and then skips behind him before planting Gooner with a hard pumphandle slam. Siano lifts Gooner up into a tight clinch and then starts elbowing him in the face and kneeing him in the head. Gooner tries pulling back so Siano pulls him down into a strong knee, cutting Gooners cheek slightly. Gooner recoils holding his face and so can't see Siano, who hits him with a bionic elbow. Siano drags a barely conscious Gooner near the corner and then ascends the turnbuckle. Siano does a quick hip swivel, points at the camera and then hits the big finish, landing with his elbow slamming into Gooners face. Siano stands up and poses with one foot on Gooners chest to get the three count
Winner by pinfall: Frankie Siano!
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 16, 2009 15:51:09 GMT -5
W H O R E when called too many times, a girl's gonna snap.[/center][/font] Pulling her hair back, Rena slipped her blonde strands through a black elastic which she found in her pocket. After fixing it lightly into a loose bun she continued to walk down the hallway. In the distance she could see a guy with his back towards her, laughing to himself.Rena: Weird ... As she neared him, though, she noticed it was Jonny Spade laughing at a picture. With closer inspection it was a picture of Rena with the words WHORE written on it. Stopping, she stared with daggers in her eyes towards the picture. Spade's laughed lightened when he turned to view Rena.Rena: What. The. Fuck. Jonny Spade: *smiles*Rena: Did you do this? Spade, continuing to laugh, let in a breath of air to allow himself to answer her.Jonny Spade: No.Rena: You have a marker in your hand. Jonny Spade: Oh *hides the marker*Rena: You can't hide it! I just fucking saw it! Jonny Spade: Well, it's not like I'm lying.Rena: Excuse me? Jonny Spade: It's not like I'm lying-Rena: I AM NOT A WHORE! Jonny Spade: Suit yourself. Whatever helps you sleep at night.Rena: Who the fuck do you think you are? Jonny Spade: Uhhh Jonny Spade.Rena: *sighs* You are such a fucking idiot. Take that down. Jonny Spade: Nah, it looks good here.Rena: I SAID TAKE IT DOWN! Jonny Spade: ENNN OHHH. Can you spell? Did they teach that to you in the academy for sluts?[/color] ~SLAP~Rena: HOW DARE YOU! Jonny Spade: *rubbing jaw* They clearly taught you how to hit. Is that what you do when you don't get paid?Rena: You want another one? Jonny Spade: *laughs* I guess you're a one-trick pony, then.Rena: FUCK YOU! Jonny Spade: Nah, it's okay. I don't have any nickels on me.Completely shocked, Rena's widened eyes quickly turn to slits of anger. Grinding her teeth together, she decides to rip the picture off herself and tear it into millions of pieces. After throwing it into Spade's face, she pushes past him to head to her office.Jonny Spade: Oh, wait. I think I found a nickel!Rena: *mutters* That fucker's going to pay. [fade]
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