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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 16, 2009 15:51:46 GMT -5
Segment: Is your head on straight? (credit: Mr. Red and BK London)
Mr. Red is shown walking down the hallway. Over his shoulder resides his newly hijacked prize. The self proclaimed "new" ACW champion prances thru the halls with a new confident look on his face that wasn't noticeable the last time he was an active wrestler.
Mr. Red walks past a few superstars who just look at him and shake their heads. He smirks at a few and feigns lunging at the others.
He rounds a corner and finds himself face to face with an old nemesis, former ACW champion BK London. The two engage in a stare down for a moment before BK breaks the ice by being the first to speak.
BK London: ....what the hell is that on your shoulder?
Red: What does it look like, Beeks?
BK London: I think it looks like someone is trying to prove themselves but can't seem to figure out the right way to get it done.
Red: I know exactly what I am doing. I'm not the pathetic little runt that used to run around here before. I have changed BK.
BK London: Wait wait, don't tell me alright. I've had a few run-ins with you in the past. Let me guess, you ambushed the champion, took his title, and now you're parading around ACW thinking somehow that YOU are champion. Man, you're totally a kleptomaniac.
Red: Heh, same ol' BK London huh? You know, some things never change - whereas I have changed in many ways. First of all, I dumped that slut of a wife. So now that all that extra weight is off my shoulders, I am strong enough to hold up what I should've had my eye on in the first place...
Red pats the belt hanging off his shoulder.
Red: ...the ACW Championship.
BK London: You know, not even I was able to get a shot at this champion when I attempted to challenge for it on Monday - so how about quitting this "I am the champion" bullshit and take the belt back where it belongs. If you want a shot at the title, you know how our business goes, you get in the ring and you earn it.
Red: I have earned it. You saw what I did to the Senator.
BK London: You beat him up and stole his belt? How nice. That's not exactly earning it - in fact, I'm pretty sure you could go to jail for doing such things. If I were you, I'd get out of your current state of delusion and give that belt back to Senator.
??: I would listen to BK if I were you, Red.
Mr. Red spins around to see the Chairman now inserting himself into the discussion.
Red: What are you going to do? Are you going to fire me? You won't fire me. You have had 5 wrestlers quit this federation and you would cut loose a 6th? You are crazy. Get out of here.
Gingerdude: It would be smart to return the belt back to its owner. And that owner, as it says there on the belt, is Steve Phillips. I will not have the name plate on that belt changed. Everywhere you go with that belt, you will see his name on it and know that it is not yours.
Red: I will feel nothing when I look at this belt. I will customize it on my own.
BK London: Customize it? You mean you're gonna stamp a big 'L' for loser on the front of it? What exactly do you have planned?
Red: Just you wait and see.
Red backs out of the scene without removing his eyes from the former champ. Meanwhile London looks over at Gingerdude, and Gingerdude returns the stare.
BK London: ...you let him go parade around with the ACW Championship while I can't even get a shot? Man, you suck.
A nice pop from the crowd after that remark as the Chairman stands there, absolutely speechless - or at least not able to form words quick enough. BK London makes his exit from the scene and we fade to black.
Fade Out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 16, 2009 15:52:13 GMT -5
Segment: Lonely is the Night (Credit: Train/Rena)
We open in some open backstage area of ACW. Standing there we see Thunder Train, Thunder Thighs and Thunder Lawyer. The Thunder trio is all here as they go about talking about who knows what. About... Oh wait, we can find out what they are talking about by listening in some more. The camera guy should turn on the sound now....now.....now......ok now.....WHAT THE HELL CAMERA MAN WE NEED FUCKING SOUND RIGHT NO-
Thunder Lawyer: I'm just saying, I thought the movie was good.
Thunder Thighs: No, you are stupid. It didn't even follow the book! They left out so many scenes like the final battle and Dumbledore's funeral.
Thunder Lawyer: They left out the battle because they are doing a big battle in the last movie. They didn't want two of them duh.
Thunder Thighs: UGH! You are such an idiot! How can you call yourself a Harry Potter fan?
Thunder Lawyer: I'M NOT! I DIDN'T EVEN SEE ALL THE MOVIES! I only went because someone asked me to!
Thunder Thighs: You could have just said no
Thunder Lawyer: No, because....
Thunder Thighs: Whatever, all I know is, it was really bad and didn't follow the movie at all. I can't believe I got all dressed up and went to the midnight premiere!
Thunder Lawyer: At least you didn't have a wand like the person I went with and kept poking me with it.
Thunder Thighs: Oh, I did.
Well, I'm pretty sure by this point you guys are tired of this inside joke with me and only me. But in all seriousness it was a good movie, so shut up. Anyway! Train is done listening to this bickering and stands up and separates the two.
Thunder Train: ENOUGH! Who cares about Harry Gilmore?
Thunder Lawyer: Train, it's Harry Potter.
Thunder Train: Happy Potter. Don't care. We all know that we have bigger problems right now. We need to do something here. I've already gotten my plan for later tonight to help with this, but we are horribly outnumbered.
Thunder Lawyer: Even if your idea works Train, that won't be enough to stop them
Thunder Thighs: I agree. And how can you trust him? After what he did to you all those months ago. That's just stupid! And this isn't gonna end well.
Thunder Train: What are our other options? We have nobody else to turn too. I've burned too many bridges. And the people that STILL like me left.
Thunder Lawyer: Just drop it Train, give up!
Thunder Train: If we need more people then I'm drafting your ass. You will fight for me if that's the case.
Thunder Lawyer: Bu-
Thunder Train: No buts about it. You proved yourself in the ring back in May. If you didn't do so well there I would probably say forget it, but you can fight. So you will.
Thunder Thighs: I'll fight too.
Thunder Train: Good. I was planning on that.
Thighs is surprised by the comment.
Thunder Thighs: But-but Train, you are supposed to say "No! I won't let you, you are my sister" or something to that extent...
Thunder Train: Normally I would, but these are desperate times people. And they call for desperate measures.
?: Hahahaha
The trio look over to see the ever so lovely Rena Matheson standing there. She approaches the group with a smile across her face.
Rena: Oh please Train, without someone for you to follow around, you are nothing! You are and always will be just someone's bitch!
Thunder Train: WHOA! Where in the hell do you get off saying things like that to me?
Rena: Honey, I'm just telling you the truth. The fact is, you've been running around like a lost puppy ever since the Steelers kind of dispersed. Even with your little *looks around, disgusted* "friends" here you're nothing.
Thunder Train: I'm sick of people saying that. I don't need anybody to beat The Untouchables! I can do it by myself.
Rena: Hahahaha that's a good one. Oh, sweetie, look in the mirror! With Steele gone you've done nothing but give yourself strangers at night in his absence. Now, I know losing your first love is tough, but that doesn't mean you have to be big and macho and try to take on an ass load of guys at once, even though that probably sounds tempting to you with your sleeping buddy gone ...
Having heard enough of THIS bickering, Thunder Thighs gets into Rena's face.
Thunder Thighs: Look here bitch, nobody talks to my brother this way and if you know what's good for you, you will just shut up.
Rena: Oh, bitch please. You are like, what, five minutes old in this business? Talk to me when you're in my league, honey. But I do admire your attitude. See, Train? Even your sister has more fight in her. But, alas, she's not much help to you either. Even though you probably need all the help you can get.
Rena walks away from the scene leaving the trio to think about it. Train clenches his fists and then punches the wall. He then turns and goes down the hallway into the distance. Thighs and Lawyer follow after. Can they really stop the Untouchables? Can they find anyone that will help them? Am I really tired right now? Yes I am....it's late.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 16, 2009 15:52:58 GMT -5
"An interview with The Red Panther: Kevin Anderson gets the big scoop"
The scene is the ACW parking lot. There are jeeps, sports cars and sedans all around the lot. Kevin "The Internet" Anderson is wearing his usual black shades and has his normal Jew-fro (no racism intended) curled in a messy way. He is leaning on the bonnet of a shiny new sports car, trying (and failing) to look slick.
Anderson: I'm here waiting for one of ACWs newest superstars, The Red Panther. Panther is experienced in mixed martial arts, as was his father, The Black Panther. Panther is proud of his Hawaiian ancestor and takes it as a major insult to make fun of the island state. For Christ sake were is the stupid fucker, he's late.
Panther: Sorry, this "stupid mother fucker" was just looking around the building, and found these in his pocket.
The Red Panther walks on screen. He has a black and red mask (Super Dragons) and is wearing spotless black shoes, black trousers, a white shirt and a black blazer. In his gloved hand is a set of car keys.
Panther: I used my signing bonus to buy this car. I didn't intend to have a greasy west coast nerd resting his two dollar hair cut on her. Now hop off before I give you more than a verbal beating.
Anderson hurriedly slides forward off the car and straightens himself up. Panther and Anderson are nearly he same size, but Panther is much better built than the tubby Kevin Anderson. Anderson has cream pants with a black shirt tucked into them and dirty brown shoes.
Panther: Now, how about we start this interview properly. But now, how about you show some respect for a future ACW champion who makes 500 percent your pay. Now make this quick, I have merchandise to license.
Anderson: OK, what are your aims in ACW.
Panther: Oh, I intend to become an interviewer like you. Could you take me under your wing and teach me the trade sir? Come on, what kind of question is that? I want to win the world title obviously. Well, that’s not an aim, its a promise. It's a question of how long will it take. Sure some of the other wrestlers are good, but compared to me? No way.
Anderson: Many have noticed that despite being Hawaiian, you don't wear face paint or any other signs to show this. Most other wrestlers from Hawaii wear this kind of stuff, why not you?
Panther: I don't see you wearing Chargers gear jacking it to Ron Burgundy. Many Samoans have been stereotyped and forced to wear face paint by wrestling companies. We aren't all fat guys wearing skirts and shells.
Anderson: How would you describe your wrestling style?
Panther: Have you even researched me? What does MMA mean to you? I punch people in the fucking face and make them tap, that's my style. Wow, you are more retarded than I thought was possible.
Anderson: How has the transition from MMA to wrestling gone?
Panther: Finally, a decent question. Well, I have had to learn more throws and get used to the ropes and corners. The corners are a great idea, in practice I have knocked more than one opponent out by throwing them into the corner and beating them into next year. Diving off the corners is effective I have found, so expect to see me try that at times.
Anderson: Thanks for the interview. Maybe we could do it again some time?
Panther: No, next time I'm paying a hobo five dollars, at least they could do a quick background check on a public computer.
With that Panther unlocks his car and speeds away, leaving Kevin Anderson to re-enter the ACW arena to watch the next match.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 16, 2009 15:53:18 GMT -5
Let me in (credit: Jonny Spade and Mr. Red)
Mr. Red is still shown parading around the locker room areas with Senator's belt. This time the belt is fastened around his waste with a cover over the main part of the belt. Red walks until he comes to a door. The door is labelled "Untouchables."
Red reaches for the handle and tugs at it but the door is locked. Red starts to mumbling some foul words as he struggles to budge the door. He pounds on the door to get the attention of those inside. He awaits impatiently for a few minutes before the door opens a few inches. Jonny Spade pokes his head out the door.
Jonny Spade: ...Is there something I can do for you, Red?
Red: Yes. You can start by letting me in.
Jonny Spade: You do know that a requirement to be in this lockerroom is that you have to be apart of the stable right?
Red: Jonny....it's me....Red. I am a part of the Untouchables.
Jonny steps out of the locker room and close the door behind him. Red peers around Jonny to watch the door close and lock. He shifts his gaze back up to Jonny with a hurt "what the hell" look in his eyes.
Jonny Spade: Let me stop you there. You were a member of the Untouchables. You finally come around here, ironically, right at the time we bring the group back together. Let me explain why you aren't a member of the group right now.
Red: I will tell you why I'm not a part of the group. It's because you don't think I'm good enough. You guys did not think I had enough potential to go anywhere.
Jonny: Thats not true at all Red, you have plenty of potential. No one is doubting how far you can go.
Red: That is right. Look at me now. Things have changed since our days.
Jonny Spade: Wait....you mean that since you have the Senator's belt? No offense but that doesn't mean anything. And why is it covered like that?[/color]
Red: I am waiting for the paint to dry on it. Don't worry about that. This isn't about me taking out the Senator and taking his title.
Jonny Spade: I know. This is about you wanting to get through this door behind me. You need to do one thing to be considered for re-entry to the group. [/color]
Red: Let me guess. Get my shit together and return the belt to Senator. All that good boy crap?
Jonny Spade: That would be a start. It's not a guarantee though. I don't make decisions for the stable.[/color]
Red: Fine. Once again, I will prove myself as the greatest Untouchable of them all. I will show you, Jake, Dan and everyone else.
Red turns and walks away from the Untouchables locker room as Jonny watches him.
Fade Out
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 16, 2009 15:54:54 GMT -5
Match: Jack Jefferson vs Jonny Spade (Credit: Michael Smart)
Jones: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, standing at 6 foot 4 and weighing in at 255 pounds, Jonny Spade!
The lights in the arena go dark and a slight chill can be felt throughout the arena as The End has Come By Ben Moody hits the P.A and spotlights flash around the arena in a random pattern after a while the spotlights focus on one spot on the stage where Jonny is standing there with his hooded jacket and then once the lights come back on, Jonny walks down the rampway and then slides into the ring and hops onto the turnbuckle to pose for the fans and then turns and hops back down and waits for the opponent so the match can begin.
Jones: And his opponent, from Manchester, United Kingdom, standing at 5 foot 11 and weighing in at 219 pounds, Jack Jefferson!
“Paint It Black” by The Rolling Stones hits the speakers and Jack Jefferson emerges through the curtain to a wall of boos from the fans. This doesn’t seem to faze Jefferson as a big smirk grows on his face whilst he looks out across the sea of fans in attendance. He then takes his time as he cockily struts to the ring, apparently oblivious to the booing he receives. As Jack reaches the ring he quickens his pace so that he is able to slide straight in.
He climbs onto the turnbuckle to his right, placing his right foot on the top rope whilst leaving his left on the middle rope and smirks at the audience below. He slaps his hands on his pectoral muscles and holds his arms out wide, forming a ‘gun’ with his index fingers and thumbs. He then hops down, dropping his jacket over the ropes and stretches, staring at Spade.
*Ding, ding*
McNally: Spade and Jefferson start the match by locking up, which may not be too wise of Jefferson, as Spade has a big size advantage over him.
Jefferson however realizes that as he stomps Spade's foot. Spade grabs his foot as he walks around in pain, Jefferson mocking Spade by doing the same. Jefferson laughs, realizing too late that Spade has knocked him down with a right hand. Jefferson quickly gets back up, but Spade hits him with a flurry of lefts and rights, knocking him all the way to the ropes. Spade bounces Jefferson off the ropes for an irish whip. Once Jefferson comes back, Spade takes him down with a double-A style spinebuster! Spade wants to punish Jefferson some more, picking him up, going for a back suplex but instead turns it into a spinning sideslam, executing the Killswitch! Spade covers.
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Kickout! Spade wastes no time picking Jefferson back up. Spade gets Jefferson in a front facelock, lifting him up and bringing him down with a vertical suplex! Spade gets up and drops an elbow to the chest of Jefferson. After a second elbow drop Spade picks Jefferson up, lifting him up and hitting a powerbomb whip. Spade picks Jefferson up again, this time setting him up in a pumphandle position, executing the Pumphandle Schwein! Spade covers again.
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Kickout! Spade gets up, dropping another elbow to the chest of Jefferson before picking him up again. Spade gets behind Jefferson and executes a brutal pendulum backbreaker! Spade keeps Jefferson on the knee, placing one hand on Jefferson's chin and the another on his knee, bending him around his knee for a backbreaker submission! Jefferson's back is hurting as Spade tries to break him in two. After a minute Spade gets tired of the move, dropping Jefferson off his knee. Spade picks Jefferson up again, only to get poked in the eye! Jefferson quickly brings Spade down with an enzuigiri!
Edison: Ouch! Jefferson takes the advantage after an eyepoke!
McNally: The eye is a sensitive and easily damaged body part, attacks to it are low but smart.
Spade gets up, but Jefferson takes him down with an European uppercut. Spade gets up again, Jefferson hitting him with another European uppercut, this one staggering Spade back into a corner. Jefferson walks back a bit, then runs forward, hitting a running dropkick to the chest of Spade! Spade falls down on his stomach, Jefferson taking advantage with a leg drop to the back of the head. Spade gets back up, but Jefferson takes him down with an inside cradle. The referee counts.
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Kickout! Spade rolls outside, trying to clear his head, but Jefferson runs to the opposite ropes, coming back with a baseball slide to the back of Spade's head! Spade goes down while Jefferson's still inside the ring. Jefferson being the eternal risktaker, he waits for Spade to get up, running back to the opposite ropes, coming back with a suicide dive! Both Spade and Jefferson go down!
Edison: DAAAAAANNNNGGERROUUSSS!
Jefferson gets back up, hurting from the move quite a bit himself. He picks Spade up and rolls him back inside the ring. Jefferson rolls back in the ring himself, just in time to see Spade getting back up. Jefferson brings him down with a dropkick to the head. Jefferson drops an elbow to Spade's chest for good measure before picking him back up again, bringing him down with a DDT. Jefferson starts taunting the downed Spade much to the dismay of the crowd. Spade starts slowly getting up, prompting Jefferson to stalk him. Once Spade is up on one knee, Jefferson brings him down with a shining wizard! Jefferson covers!
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Kickout!
Jefferson hits the mat before getting back up. He waits for Spade to get back up too, hitting Spade with a jump swinging DDT. As Spade is down, Jefferson gets onto the apron, leaping off with a slingshot senton! Spade clutches his stomach while Jefferson taunts him some more. The crowd boos, but Jefferson ignores them as he stalks Spade, who is getting up again. Jefferson knife edge chops Spade, who staggers back from the pain. A second chop brings Spade to the corner. Jefferson grabs Spade in a front facelock, climbing up the turnbuckle before executing a tornado DDT! Jefferson covers.
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Spade kicks out! Jefferson hits the mat again, telling the ref to count faster. Jefferson picks Spade back up, dragging him closer to a corner before executing a snap suplex, lining Spade up perfectly with the corner for potential aerial moves. Jefferson then gets on the first turnbuckle, jumping off with a moonsault. Jefferson quickly gets up and hops up to the second turnbuckle, hitting with another moonsault. Jefferson gets up, running up to the top turnbuckle, leaping off with a third moonsault to finish the Trifecta! Jefferson with the cover.
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No! Spade gets the shoulder up! Jefferson gets back up, yelling at the referee over his slow counting. This gives time for Spade to get back up, using his willpower to stand up after the damage he's taken. Jefferson turns around only to go down from a spear! Spade still has some trouble getting up, but fortunately for him, Jefferson gets up with his back towards Spade, allowing Spade to hit Jefferson with a release german suplex. Spade takes a moment to catch his breath before picking Jefferson up, getting him in an uranage position and executing the S-Drop #3! Spade with the cover.
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Kickout! Spade is starting to get impatient to finish the match, locking in the Spider's Web! Jefferson yells in pain as Spade keeps the hold tight, stretching Jefferson's back. Jefferson crawls towards the ropes, and no matter how much Spade tries to resist, Jefferson reaches them. Spade lets go of the hold before the referee can even start counting, dropping an elbow to the back of Jefferson's head. Spade picks Jefferson up, dragging him to the center of the ring before picking him up and bringing him down with a powerbomb. Spade keeps hold of the move, lifting Jefferson up before bringing him down with a second powerbomb. Spade picks Jefferson up again, this time spinning him around into a Samoan driver! Spade with the cover.
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Jefferson gets the shoulder up! Spade is getting frustrated, slamming his hands on the mat before getting up. Jefferson is still down, allowing Spade a moment to choose his next move. Spade settles on climbing up the turnbuckle.
McNally: We don't see Spade doing this often, we're about to see something special here.
Spade takes a second to balance up on the turnbuckle, giving Jefferson time to quickly get up and run to the ropes, shaking them and causing Spade to drop down crotch first onto the turnbuckle! The crowd oohs as Spade is in pain, allowing Jefferson to take his time getting up the same turnbuckle Spade is on, getting Spade in a horizontal powerslam position before leaping off with the Fallaway Moonsault! Jefferson covers.
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Jones: Here is your winner, Jack Jefferson!
"Paint it Black" by The Rolling Stones starts playing again as Jefferson gets up. The referee raises Jefferson's arm up in the air as Jefferson gives a cocky smile, the crowd booing the man's victory. Jefferson takes a moment to mock the downed Spade before celebrating his victory some more as we go to a commercial.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 16, 2009 15:55:17 GMT -5
Segment: Shit Popped Off. (Credit: Jay Zero, BK London)
As we open up into our next scene, we find our lovely Charlotte King standing alongside one-half of the former Tag Team Champions, Jay Zero. We can see that his head is bandaged, along with some tape over his arm to cover up some wounds. If you missed it, just a few days ago on Warfare, after losing their second straight match in a row to the Capitalists, BK London and Jay Zero could not contain the tension any more. As the two fought their way up the stage, Zero found himself caught up in a tight sleeper that quickly began to choke him out. This is where insult was added to injury - the Capitalists proceeded to make their way back out, swiftly sending the duo crashing off the side of the stage. After everything's that's transpired, Jay Zero doesn't look too happy - and we can only believe that the issues will be addressed right here, right now.
Charlotte King[/color]: Charlotte King here, and right now - I'm being joined at this time with one of ACW's Grand Slam Champions - and one half of the former Tag Team Champions that has been put into a Best-of-5 Series. This of course is none other than Jay Zero.
As the scene is displayed on the Alphatron, the crowd takes many different approaches to it. Many boo, many cheer. To be quite honest, ever since he's returned, people don't know just exactly how to treat the former Commissioner.
Charlotte King: Jay, once again, thank you for agreeing to talk here. Now, as we can all clearly see here - you suffered some injuries during that scary fall from the stage this past Monday. Just how bad is the damage?
He hesitates at first, as if it even hurts him to talk. But after taking a deep breath, he responds to Charlotte's question.
Jay Zero: Charlotte - minus the stitches in my head, the bandages covering my wounded arm, and the tape all around my bruised ribs - the damage is very, very severe. No, - see, after what Anthony Kalb and Kevin Fitsharris have done to me, the damage is much more than just any physical pain. What they did to me this past Monday... that was a mistake. They embarrassed me, Charlotte. I was humiliated on live television by two nobody's. Do they know who I am? Do they have any clue just exactly what they've done?! Charlotte - I may not be 100% physically, but I am 100% sure that when I get my hands on either one of those scumbags, I am going to deliver twice the pain that they gave me when they threw me off the stage, - but with my bare hands, Charlotte!
And for this - the crowd watching on cheers loudly! Bleh, dirty Capitalists!
Charlotte King: Well seeing as how you have the night off from your Best-of-5 series tonight, it appears as if that Capitalist "beat down" may have to wait until this Monday.
Jay Zero: That's what you think. I don't care... I'm ready to go teach those two a lesson. Sure, old man Philips has tought them a thing-or-two back in the day, but one thing those two don't know yet is what happens when you mess with Jay Zero!
Charlotte King: Well what does BK London think of this entire situation? I mean, if the series is continuing this Monday - wouldn't you want to be in top shape for it? If you got into some sort of brawl tonight without BK London there, you'd be outnumbered and those wounds you have now would only get worse, Jay. Monday's your last chance to survive in this series if you plan on ---
Jay Zero: Alright, whoa - listen! First off, I don't know, nor do I care what BK London has to think about ANYTHING! Fact is, I don't care! I don't! Really Charlotte! This is all his fault anyways! If he hadn't attacked me and locked me into a damn sleeperhold, then the Capitalists never could have attacked us the way they did! Charlotte, BK can do and think whatever the hell he wants, as long as if doesn't have to do with me! Right now - I'm set on taking out the Capitalists myself! While holding the gold again would be nice and all, ya got to face reality! With a partner like BK London, that's not going to be possible. At this point, I'd rather just settle for the damn revenge!
Charlotte King: So then what does that mean about your match thi--
Suddenly, Jay Zero's eyes lock onto an approaching target. BK London steps onto the scene, quickly quieting Charlotte as he stares a hole through his partner. Interrupting this interview, the many of many words has this to say...
BK London: ...we need to talk. Now.
Zero just looks at BK, who now turns to the side and begins to walk off. It appears as if BK London wants Jay Zero to follow him. But, what could these two possible need to talk about!? They clearly have no interest in eachother, and if anything, that brawl last Monday should prove that! In any case, Zero looks at Charlotte who has no response, and reluctantly, Jay Zero takes a deep breath and turns to follow his "tag team partner" to wherever he's taking him to... What this means, we don't know. But it can't end well.
Fade
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 16, 2009 15:55:44 GMT -5
The Switch (Part 2) [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] As Abel walks down one of ACW’s back hallways towards the main arena area, he ponders how he will keep up the disguise. Normally one night should not pose a problem, however this ruse may have to go on for a few weeks until Vortex regained his mental health. Keeping up a charade such as this one for that long could pose a serious problem, especially if he had to deal with annoying interviewers or upper management.
One would not be able to tell the two apart from a mere glance, so Abel was safe at this point. In fact, the only way to tell the two apart was to find a missing link psychologically, which could be a formidable task considering that the two men were actually one and the same. Scientific feats aside, Abel had reached the threshold to the main arena area and as he crossed it, “Out of the Ashes” hits.
The lights dim and the music roars throughout the arena, almost loud enough to drown out the cheering fans. As Abel walks down to the ring, he finds comfort in the fact that no one would yet realize the hair color difference, as the lighting was too dim. The low lighting played another key role—masking his walk—as Abel was unsure of how Vortex usually walked to the ring. So far so good, and Abel rolls into the ring and takes a microphone.
An amusing oddity happens next, the crowd noise becomes inversely proportional to the lighting. As the lights come on, the crowd noise dies down to almost a silence…the fans had taken note of his new ‘doo’.Abel: Stay a while…and…listen. The lack of noise had made him more than a little uncomfortable, and the previous sentence had not come out as he would have hoped. This line normally would have drawn a large cheer from the crowd, however tonight only a mild response was drawn. Abel: While the color of my hair has changed, my zeal has not. The Reprobate may have burned me at Omega Effect, however the wounds have only increased my drive. This gets a response from the crowd. Abel takes a bit of comfort from this fact, as if he could win the crowd over, he could very well pull this whole switch off before anyone knew any better.Abel: I have fought through all of your defenses Rep, and now I will finally get to face you one on one. Do not use my performance against Stan Vishis as a gauge however, as I was much too tired from my title match to compete at full capacity. When I face you Rep, I will be at full capacity and you will receive tenfold the pain that you have delivered to me. The crowd roars to life, now almost fully convinced that Abel was indeed Vortex. Trivial matters aside, if Abel could keep up this level of speech, no one would question otherwise.Abel: Last week I may have let my performance slip, resulting in a loss to Thunder Train. The difference between Thunder Train and you Rep is that he is a much more formidable opponent. Thus far, I have been in this ring 40 times, in all manner of matches. Rep, this will be your first time in-ring…and quite simply it’s going to show. Another pop from the crowd and Abel begins walking towards the edge of the ring. Before exiting, he stops and speaks one last time. Abel: Plain and simple Rep…I’m going to make you wish you never came to ACW. With that, he was done. Abel drops the microphone and steps out of the ring amidst as shower of cheers. As the cheering continues, Abel makes haste to the backstage area as the scene fades.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 16, 2009 15:57:06 GMT -5
===================== Summer Break 3/7 Chris Phenomenal ===================== Chris Phenomenal: I’ll write you a blank check, I’ll hook you up with a record label, just let her go.
Voice: You obviously don’t listen to me very well. I said that I didn’t expect fame, riches or glory to befall me. Instead I’m going to give you twenty four hours to think about what you are truly willing to give me in exchange for this beautiful…young…women.
Chris looks in his horror as he hears the muffled screams of Paige reach a fervent pitch, and then the deep inhalation, the man obviously drawing in the scent of Paige.
Chris Phenomenal: You sick fucking bastard let her go of I swear. |
Everything that is pure comes through her. She’s my life blood, she’s kept me fighting since day one. It’s always been about her.
Does it matter?
No it doesn’t, she’s still Paige, she’s mine damnit, I can’t let anything happen to her.
It doesn’t matter what I did for her in the past, she’s made me the man I am. She’s the reason I’m still alive.
Getting thrown in there saved my life though, that’s where I swore I was going to change for the better that I wasn’t going to be a hood anymore.
She told me she was raped and I believe her. Damnit Ricky was low life shit and that sounded like something he’d do to get his rocks off.
Would you tell if you were raped. Plus that’s who she is, even when someone does something like this to her she can’t bring herself to wish harm on them and she knew I’d kill him.
I don’t know why I couldn’t pull the trigger, the look he gave me, the one that pleaded innocence and remorse it just made me give him a second chance.
I don’t know and it doesn’t change anything, I need her back, I want her back. She’s my life damnit.
She’s worth it though, everything with her was all that much better. Going up to Queens to watch a movie with her was a lot better than going up with LaShawn.
I would have been there anyways, basketball was my life back then, if I wasn’t dealing I was at the court.
It doesn’t change a thing, I need her back, but what the hell did that mother fucker want. He didn’t want money, he didn’t want fame, it just seemed as if he wanted…
Me!
Who the hell is he, what the fuck did I ever do to him.
Family
Fuck!
Yes.
There’s only one thing I can do.
What other option do I have?
You saw them though, this isn’t a lone soldier trying to win a war. He’s got me trapped and he knows I know. One false step and he blows her brains out. I can’t live with that.
Yep.
Yeah. Here’s to our last?
[/ul] With that, Chris Phenomenal jerks awake sitting his bed, his face dripping with sweat as he looks up at the ceiling before turning and looking at the alarm clock that reads 6:30 AM. Chris rolls over and pops out of bed wearing just a pair of briefs as he heaves a heavy sigh and the scene fades out.[/I][/font]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 16, 2009 15:57:45 GMT -5
I N T E R V I E W with a twist.[/center][/font] Charlotte: I'm currently standing here with Untouchables member, Jonny Spade! Jonny Spade: Yo. [/color] Charlotte: So I was watching down the hall a while ago and saw quite the commotion with you and Rena. Care to talk about it? Spade: What can I say? Rena's a whore. Plain and simple. I don't really get why she thinks that people are just going to shrug their shoulders and be like 'eh, let her have a break'. [/color] Charlotte: Ah. Jonny Spade: A break from what? Rena's been nothing in this federation since day one. Has she one any title? No. Has she done anything people will remember her for? No. She's worthless to this company.
Charlotte: Well, she did the Diva's Division-
Jonny Spade: And where is that now? Exactly. See, if she wasn't such a slut people might respect her. But it seems that she enjoys being a slut.
Charlotte: How so?
Jonny Spade: No change. In these four years she continually uses her female charms to get what she wants, which is unfair. I see the injustice in that, and I am the one that finally stood up to that. I'm not standing for that shit anymore. [/color] Charlotte: Do you think she's angry? Jonny Spade: Probably because someone finally called her out. The thing is, though ... she's nothing to me. She's no threat to me whatsoever. She's a woman. [/color] Charlotte: Ah, ri- ~BAM~Out of nowhere, Rena smashes a chair into the temple of Spade, causing him to fall to the floor. Charlotte shrieks and back up against the wall to witness this. Spade, holding his head, groans in pain as Rena drops the chair and moves to Charlotte. Rena: Listen here, bitch. Charlotte: I ... I didn't say anything. Rena: This is a message to everyone. Don't fucking mess with me, or else you'll end up like my little friend here. You want to try to 'call me out' as a whore, then you can deal with me when I come looking for your sorry ass. Charlotte: Can I- Rena: SHUT UP! I am so fucking sick of these assholes around ACW trying to put a woman down as a whore, like we mean NOTHING in this business. if ANYONE truly believes that this woman can't kick their ass, then I suggest they meet me in the ring. But they might not be so lucky as they think they will be. Charlotte: All because someone called you a whore? Rena: THAT'S JUST THE BEGINNING! They call you a whore, trying to discredit my abilities as a wrestler. They attack my femininity as a fault in the ring, pretend that they 'went easy on me'. Charlotte: But, aren't you being a little excessive? Rena: excessive? EXCESSIVE!? Do you enjoy being called a whore, Charlotte? Charlotte: No, but I'm not- Rena: ARE YOU IMPLYING I AM!? Charlotte: No, I- Rena grabs Charlotte by the neck, pushing her back against the wall.Rena: CALL ME A WHORE! Charlotte. *chokes* no. Rena: CALL ME A WHORE!!!!!!!! Charlotte: *coughs* whore. Rena: *laughs* letting go of Charlotte's neck, she swings back to deliver a powerful slap to the face. in the force, Charlotte falls to the groundRena: You're just the same as the rest of them. ANYONE ELSE WANNA FUCK WITH ME!? Silence.Rena: Didn't think so. Get out of my face! Pushing the camera out of her way, the cameraman loses his balance and crashes to the floor.[fade]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 16, 2009 15:58:55 GMT -5
Segment: A new man (Credit: Michael Smart)
The scene starts in a parking lot. The parking lot is full of cars of varying shape and color. In front of the camera one Michael Smart is pacing around, wearing a jacket over his usual in-ring attire. He looks at the camera, noticing that it's on, and starts talking toward it.
Michael Smart: Hello, everyone. I am currently here in the parking lot of the ACW Arena. Why? Well, as you may already know, my cousin and manager Daniel Smart has gone missing. While that used to be normal until he grew u... while that is normal of him, this time there have been reports of horrible and unusual fates happening to him. However, just 20 minutes ago I recieved this message:
Michael takes a cellphone from his pocket, messing with it for a while before showing it to the camera. The screen has a message.
Text message: You'll be able to find me at the ACW parking lot soon. Sent by: Daniel
Michael puts the phone in his pocket.
Michael Smart: Now here I am, waiting for him. One other thing I must mention; before he left, he said he was going on a trip to become a new man. I don't know what that means, but soon we'll find out. Well, at least that's what I'm hoping.
At that moment sounds of an approaching car can be heard. Michael turns to look in the direction of the sound, seeing a black limousine.
Michael Smart: Well, that's certainly not him.
The limousine gets closer and closer. Michael looks on as the limousine stops close to him and the driver comes out. The driver goes to open the door to the passenger's section of the limo, and out steps a man. The man sports a dark grey suit, a red tie and a familiar-looking face. Wait... it's Daniel Smart! Michael is shocked at the scene while Daniel has a huge smile on his face as he walks closer to Michael.
Daniel Smart: Long time no see, cousin.
Michael Smart: You... uh... how...?
Daniel Smart: I promised that I would be a new man the next time you saw me, and that's exactly what I delivered.
Michael shakes his head to clear the confusion.
Michael Smart: Wait, when you said that you'd become a new man, I thought you were talking about spiritual growth.
Daniel Smart: Well, at first I was going for something like that, but I got bored with that idea and went into Vegas to gamble instead. To my surprise, I actually won quite a bit.
Michael Smart: Yeah, you usually wouldn't rent a limo.
Daniel Smart: Huh? I didn't rent this limo.
Michael Smart: You didn't? Then...
Daniel Smart: I bought this limo.
Michael's eyes widen again as he goes silent.
Daniel Smart: You see, like I said, I went into Vegas to gamble. Slot machines, more precisely. To my surprise, after a few hundred dollars I won a lot. 3.6 million dollars to be exact.
Michael's eyes widen even more. Daniel turns toward the camera.
Daniel Smart: Gambling is risky and evil, kids, don't do it.
Daniel turns back toward Michael.
Daniel Smart: I spent some to bribe people into spreading rumors of me dying and being abducted by aliens to throw you off my scent so you wouldn't find out before I got here. From the look on your expression it worked.
Michael Smart: Y-yeah...
Something starts beeping. Daniel takes from his pocket a cellphone. He looks at the screen, then puts turns to Michael.
Daniel Smart: I have to go, Michael. We'll catch up later, alright?
Michael Smart: Right...
Daniel gets back in the limousine. Michael looks on as the limo drives away. Michael walks off screen without saying a word as the scene fades.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 16, 2009 16:01:06 GMT -5
To The Very Top Jack Jefferson
Charlotte King is stood backstage in front of a monitor displaying the ACW logo. She messes with her hair, making sure it looks good before staring straight into the camera and beaming a huge smile at everyone at home.
Charlotte: I am here tonight with the brother, and now tag team partner, of Jack Jefferson – BJ Jefferson.
BJ Jefferson walks into the shot with a smirk on his face. He looks Charlotte up and down and his smirk grows, seemingly liking what he sees.
Charlotte: Thanks for joining me here tonight BJ.
BJ: Oh trust me Charlotte, it’s my pleasure.
He winks at her as he’s talking and she looks slightly disturbed but, ever the professional, she keeps going.
Charlotte: Er...yeah. So, on Monday night we saw the debut of Team Jefferson with a victory over The Royles. How far do you think you can go as a team here in ACW?
BJ: Honestly Charlotte, I think we’ve got what it takes to be at the very top of ACW’s tag division. We’re good enough to take the Tag Titles, you saw how well we worked together last week. We are a cohesive unit!
Charlotte: All due respect, but you didn’t seem too cohesive after the match when you stormed out of the ring and Jack started attacking The Royles with his crowbar.
BJ: That is exactly why I left. Since I’ve been gone something has changed in Jack, and not for the better. He’s become so angry, so violent and to be perfectly honest I’m worried about his state of mind. He used be fun loving but that’s all changed. Maybe he needs help...
That seems to be all BJ wants to say as without uttering another word he walks away leaving Charlotte with nothing to do but smile sweetly at the camera as we...
Fade to Black =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Match 4: Rattlesnake vs. Jason Freeman Will be posted when recieved
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 16, 2009 16:01:40 GMT -5
Segment: An Unholy Union (Credit: BK London and Jay Zero)
It wasn't either of their finest moments, but at one point - and especially after what transpired on Monday Night Warfare earlier in the week, it had to be done.
As BK London sat on the sofa of his locker room, he attempted to look away from his "tag team partner", hoping everytime his eyes darted on Zero's direction they wouldn't make eye contact. Zero felt the exact same way, so instead of sitting there doing absolutely nothing, he decided to turn his attention to the newest edition of Pro Wrestling Illustrated in which they chronicled some of the best World Championship reigns in ACW, he expected his to rank somewhere in that Top 25 list.
London had requested the presence of Jay Zero for them to talk about something, but it seems like quite the opposite was going on in this locker room. Neither of them knew how to start this conversation, nor did they know how it would turn out. It was like sitting on a first date for both of them, and this was going horribly wrong.
Zero was the guest in this situation, so he certainly wasn't going to start off this thing - so it was up to BK London to speak the first words. Speak the first thing that was on his mind.
BK London: You know I'm ranked #2...
Jay Zero: Yeah? ...whose #1? [/b]
BK London: Who do ya think? Ms. Satoshi of course...
Jay Zero: ...Oh. --hmm... [/b]
BK London: ...yeah....
It was going absolutely nowhere fast, and as Zero turned the page to see who was #16 on the list - London felt his attempt at breaking the ice failed. Back to the drawing board, so to get something closer to the topic - he blurted out the one topic on his mind.
BK London: - So why do you never want to tag me in?
Jay Zero: What? [/b]
BK London: Why don't you ever want to tag me into the match? We're tag team partners, and you seem like you want to take all the punishment yourself - I hate you too, but I'd still tag you in to reserve my strength.
Jay Zero: I don't tag you in London because I don't need to. I know I can win by myself. Quite simple, actually. [/b]
The arrogance under Zero's words ignited a flame within BK London, and now they were back where they started.
BK London: Excuse me? On both occasions you nearly got your head kicked in my Kalb and you expect to just win the match by yourself? Give me a break, I could do a better job than you.
Jay Zero: Is that so? Well, I don't know, but I sure as hell haven't seen that. Actually - all that I've seen is you tagging yourself in only towards the end of our matches. Hm.. that's a little odd. What's that about BK? I mean, don't get me wrong here, I know for a fact that you're more than able to make blind tags all throughout the match, but for some odd reason, you wait until I've already worn them out and picked 'em apart before you come in and try and have your way with the scraps! Hmmm, now tell me, what's the deal with that? [/b]
BK London: I tag myself in when I see it's the best opportunity to do so, so don't give me that bullshit you arrogant son of a bi-
Jay Zero: --this is exactly what I'm talking about. This! This is why you and me can't get along! Tell me, how the hell are we supposed to work a "team" when you keep throwing down insults at me every chance you get? How the hell am I supposed to work together with you when every minute I have to hear something negative about me like you callin' me smug, or - or arrogant, or an asshole! See BK, deep down, whether you want to say it or not, you're just like me. You're in this all for yourself! Hell, I've always been in it for me. But difference is, I'm not afraid to admit that fact. I've been apart of The Senatorial Stable, I've rolled with the Entourage, you name it, and I've done it - but through all of it, I've made it absolutely clear that whatever I did, I would do it for me. I would benefit from it all! But then we got you here - I know we aren't that much different, but for some reason, you're here trying to act like Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes; pretending to be something you're not! Face it London, - you just can't admit it. I'm not afraid to... so why are you? [/b]
BK London: You know what? You know what?....you're....you're right.
Every word of that last paragraph by Jay Zero that you read, every word of it was true. From the slinging insults to London trying to surpress his own deep rooted selfishness. London was trying to surpress his selfish nature, because with the time off from ACW - he has grown and matured. No longer did he want to overthrow ACW, but he just strived to be the best like he did 5 years ago when entering this fed. But deep down in the cellars of his mind, he knew that inside of him still lived that evil, rutheless BK London, that wouldn't care who he would step on to get to the top. To him, Zero personified that side - and Zero accepted it.
Jay Zero: I know I'm right. I don't need you to tell me that I am - but enough about you and your little internal drama crap, alright? We got to talk about a little problem you and I got here. Now I don't know about you, but I've had it up to HERE now ... show after show, night after night - I'm sick and tired of being shown up and embarrassed by those Capitalist punks. And you know what? I bet you are too! So I don't care, I really don't anymore. It's time to take charge here! I'm ready to do somethin' about it! I'm ready to go paint this arena red with Anthony Kalb's blood! Tonight - I'm going to end this shit for once and for all! [/b]
BK London: ...that's a bad idea my friend.
Jay Zero: Oh? Oh yeah? Well BK, you're just sitting here turning down all my ideas, and yet, I've failed to hear your brilliant plan just yet! What do you want us to do? Just sit back here on our asses and lick our wounds while we wait to be publicly embarrassed for one last time as they walk away with gold? Well, you can have all the fun in the World doing that BK, but I don't got the patience for that shit. Because of those two, I've had my ribs taped up, and I've had a few wooden splinters removed from my back. I'm sick of waiting, and I'm sick of talking - only thing there's left to do is act.
BK London: Will you listen to yourself man? So what - You're gonna go out there by yourself, with a taped up arm and a taped up head and expect to take both of them on by yourself. You're out numbered and out matched? And what if Senator tried to get involved? Then it would be worse.
Jay Zero: Yeah well then what do you suggest we do? Huh? Really, show me the error of my ways, London!
BK London: This is what I propose. And as much as it goes against every fiber in my being, I think you should hold off on the ass kicking tonight and wait until Monday. I also think that it's time we start actually working....together.
Jay Zero: Oh what, - like a team?
BK London: As much as I hate you, and trust me - I would've rather been the one to push you off that stage myself - we aren't going to beat them unless we start working as a team. You remember what we did to them at Omega Effect V - we cleaned the house with them in the shortest match in Omega Effect history. As easy as it would be to shatter their legs and crack their skulls, it would be a lot more effective to come from a 2-0 defecit and beat them for the Tag Team Titles.
Jay Zero contemplates this decision, he looks at his hand - which is balled up in a fist, ready to go out there and then he looks at BK London, who seems to be the voice of reason in this part.
Jay Zero: ...fine. BUT - if we lose even one more match and they walk out with the titles, then this little tag team thing, you-and-me; it's over. Done! Got it?
BK London: Fine for me.
Jay Zero: And just because we're doing this now, don't you dare assume for one freakin' minute that I'm your friend, alright?! We were FORCED into this series as a tag team and as far as I'm concerned, the only reason why I'm even willing to work with you at this point is to get some damn payback for what those two did to me, and walk out with Championship gold! If it weren't for that - pft, ...I'd break you right here and right now, just like I did at Winter's Discontent.
BK London: I'm sure you will.
Jay Zero: --I would. Don't you cross me, London. We lose one match and it's over. I mean it.
And with those words, Jay Zero decides to leave the locker room of BK London - and despite what happened on Monday, it seems the two have made a decision to finally start acting like a team. Could this turning point in the intense rivalry between BK London and Jay Zero also be the turning point in their Best of 5 Series against The Capitalists?
Fade Out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 16, 2009 16:02:03 GMT -5
Segment: Last Resort (Credit: Train) We open inside of the Road Steelers empty locker room. Not sure why I keep calling it that. I should just call it "Train's Locker Room" but I guess in my mind I still believe that they are alive. Train goes to the pantry and pulls out a bag of chips. But these aren't just any kind of chips, they are really bad generic chips. He opens up the bag and something really strange happens.?: YES! AFTER 10,000 YEARS I AM FREEEEEEE!Thunder Train: What?It's Doomtrain...things just got a little more interesting.Doomtrain: Oh it's you...I knew you would come crawling back to me. What is it idiot?Thunder Train: I need your help...Doomtrain: Of course you do. You are weak. You are fragile. You have always needed me.Thunder Train: We have to fuse back together and become one. But this time under my terms, alright?Doomtrain: What's in it for me? Why should I even help you? After what you did to me, you are lucky I don't destroy you right now.Thunder Train: I don't expect you to. I was just asking if you would. I could really use your help right now.Doomtrain: The answer is NO! I am never gonna be one with you again. I gave you everything you could ever want but you just shunned it all away like an idiot! I gave you what every man in the world wants! I've been getting calls from that North Korea dude for weeks! He wants my power! Obama has been calling me to (Hi Senator) and he wants my power!Train sighs at this and can't believe he is resorting to this but he has to. Ugh...Thunder Train: They said Chex Mix were awesome...Doomtrain: WHAT? WHO DID? WHO!?!?!Thunder Train: The Untouchables. All of them, they said Chex Mix were the greatest things ever and they eat them all day long.Doomtrain: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWRRRRRRRR Nobody actually likes that stuff! FINE! I WILL HELP YOU AND IT WILL BE UNDER YOUR CONDITIONS! I DON'T CARE! I JUST WANT TO HURT THEM FOR SAYING THAT!!!Thunder Train: Good. Now you know what to do...Train throws the bag on the ground and the spirit of Doomtrain flies out and goes into Train's mouth. He sorta has a seizure looking move and his body is thrown around the locker room. He screams and cries out for help but there is nobody there to help him. He stops being thrown and begins to choke. Train does whatever he can to get himself up but he can't. Blood spurts from his mouth as he makes the ultimate sacrifice. Vomit begins to appear as well as the merge continues. Eventually, Train falls over onto his face then rises up. He looks no different from before but his attitude is....
Hello....
MIDNIGHT TRAIN
Fade...
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 16, 2009 16:02:48 GMT -5
Rep A guitar riff slowly plays in as the black screen slowly and slowly fades in...
"I'M BAAAACK!!!"
The picture is clear, we are once again with Alex Storm, standing in front of an ACW Wrestling banner with a microphone in hand.Alex Storm: It has been a very long time since the last Reprobate Roundup, and a lot has gone on in the continuing and ongoing saga in this conflict between Vortex and Reprobate. Up until a few weeks ago, the conflict seemed to be more between Vortex and Rep's army of outcast wrestlers, but at Omega Effect... The Reprobate made his presence felt. At the event that was hyped as the biggest show of the year, sparks were flying... literally!Cue footage of Rep rolling in to the ring, kicking the legs out from under Vortex. Rep grabs Vortex by the hair, picks him up, and hits the DDT. Stan rolls a lighter and flash paper in to the ring and Rep grabs it. Rep lights the paper as Vortex sits in the corner and tries to pull himself up with the ropes. Suddenly, a burst of flames shoot out from Rep's hands and light Vortex's face aflame.
Cut back to Alex Storm, who shakes his head in disgust.Alex Storm: To paraphrase Buddha, fire cannot erase good deeds. No matter how many times Rep throws that fire in Vortex's face, it will not make the people forget the god that Vortex has done. He wrestles for the fans, and does a damn good job at it. Rep is not erasing his positive contributions to ACW. If anything, he's bringing out the pure evil of himself. It's sad to see a man that I have known for so long, resort to this level of violence. If you ask me, this is all the cause of Rep's deep rooted jealousy of Vortex's connection with his fans. Rep locks himself up away from the world and ignores the fans, that is, when he isn't cursing them out or even attacking them! It's just one man's opinion. After that dispicable display, Rep actually hung around the arena, he DARED to show his face here after almost burning Vortex's off. He spoke with Kevin Anderson. Play the clip, I'm getting sick thinking about this.Cut to Kevin Anderson's interview with Rep on the Omega Effect post-show.Rep: Insanity... a perfectly rational adjustment to an insane world! Our old Thunderkiss... he will be missed by the fans. He will not be missed, however, within the locker room of the Road Steelers. It was simply justice, Kevin. The man became too big for his britches, he needed to be shown the door.Kevin Anderson: He was one of our BIGGEST stars! What have you DONE?Rep: It's all for the good of us, Kevin. All in the name of justice. All in the name of The Reprobate being one step closer to the World Heavyweight Championship. Can you feel it, Kevin? I could feel it. I could feel it when I held that flash paper in my hands and set Vortex's face aflame. Better days are ahead. It's alright. It's alright. It's gonna be alright.Cut to Alex Storm's area... with Alex Storm no where to be found. The ACW banner sits alone with the sound of gagging off camera.Alex Storm: BLAAUUUGHHH. WAAAAUGHHHH. Uhhh. Ughh. HYPE CENTRAL!The drums are thumping, the guitar is wailing, the camera is spinning, and we're OFF! Cut to Baron Trotter and Pistol Pete standing backstage in front of a white wall.Baron Trotter: Pete, at Omega Effect, you failed me. You failed Rep. You failed Stan. You failed JJB. But most of all, you failed men everywhere. YOU LET A WOMAN DEFEAT A MAN. When we went back to that locker room, I was angry. I was angry as hell. But you know how I got over it?Pistol Pete: Hrm. How?Baron Trotter: By watching Rep burn Vortex's face off!Baron bellows out a giant laugh and slaps Pete on the chest. Pete almost falls over by the sheer force of Baron's swing.Baron Trotter: Mufucka looked like Seal with all them scars on his face. FLAAAAH LIKE AN EAGLE! HAHAHA!Pistol Pete: Heh. Heh. Hm.The camera spins and fades to JJB walking down some sort of Ranch. A wooden gate goes down the road with grass inside, and sheep run by as cows eat grass. He walks over to a tall, toothless man wearing overalls. The man holds a branding iron.JJB: Hey there Uncle Rusty. This is a great fuckin' place you got here. I wish I could hang out here, it's a nice change from the dirty city streets. Pete told me you have something for Rep. Where's it at?Uncle Rusty: Raght here, boah. This 'ere brandon iron done seen the behind of many great cows. An' now, iss gon see the behinds of a lot and a lot of wrestlers. Here ye go boah.Pete's uncle hands JJB the branding iron and JJB holds it carefully, afraid of burning himself. He tips his hat with the other hand and walks off.Uncle Rusty: YAW COME BACK NAH, YA HEAR?JJB: Sure thing Rusty.Cut to the ACW boiler room, with Rep standing next to the burner. He holds the new ACW Magazine in his hands, opened to an article on Vortex. Christina stands by his side.Rep: Love is the fire of life, it either consumes or purifies. At Omega Effect, when I took that lighter and held it in my hands, I felt like the most powerful man in the world. My mind ran a mile a minute, and my fingers were about to win the marathon. I knew I had your body prepared for punishment... I knew I had the people in the palm of my hand, right next to the lighter. When I threw that flame to your face, I purified you. I consumed the people. Love is the fire of life... and fire is the love of my life.Rep folds the magazine back so the poster of Vortex is exposed. He throws the entire magazine in the fire and slams the door shut. The camera eases backwards to reveal Christina placing something over Rep's head. He turns around to reveal a mask.The camera turns back to the burner and zooms in at a shot of the poster of Vortex... burning.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 16, 2009 16:03:21 GMT -5
The Return (credit: Red) Mr. Red walks into the Senator's office. With the title in his hand, he walked to the desk of the world champion. He snickered as he lay the belt on the desk. He took the cover off to reveal the crowd what he did. He leaves the room as the camera focuses on the belt, leaving the crowd stunned at Senator's latest threat.
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