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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 20, 2009 15:37:54 GMT -5
Monday Night Warfare 20th July 2009
Schedule of Matches:
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Josh The Jersey Boy vs. Douglas Ozzy
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Shane Anzalone vs. Gary
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The Red Panther vs. Markus Rogers
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Keith Ian Andrews vs. Alex Trixer
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VorteX & Rena vs. Jonny Spade & Andrew Black
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Thunder Train vs. Rattlesnake
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BK London and Jay Zero vs. The Capitalists - Match 3 of Best of 5 Series
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 20, 2009 15:38:46 GMT -5
As Hunter might have put it, “Warfare. Pyro. Cheering. Banners. Alphatron.”
Thus we head outside, to see who’s pitched up on the doormat this fine evening...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 20, 2009 15:40:41 GMT -5
Segment: You're it (Credit: Michael Smart)
The scene opens up in the backseats of a limousine. Two men are sitting in the limousine. One is Michael Smart, wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. The other is Daniel Smart, wearing a grey suit with a blue tie, sunglasses on his eyes. Michael is sitting next to the window, staring out of it. Daniel looks a bit uncomfortable.
Daniel Smart: You haven't said anything in 15 minutes. What's the problem?
Michael takes a glance at Daniel, then goes back to staring out of the window.
Michael Smart: Nothing.
Daniel adjusts his sunglasses.
Daniel Smart: Is it still about my sudden wealth? We've talked about this.
Michael Smart: You don't just get millions of dollars from a slot machine. After only a week, you come back a millionaire and you expect me to believe that it was simple luck?
Daniel Smart: Hey, you didn't tell me about being in the Untouchables.
Michael Smart: You're missing the point.
Daniel Smart: What is the point?
Michael looks around the limousine, pointing at things.
Michael Smart: The fact that now you can afford your own limousine... your own driver... a Caraceni suit... a 1500 dollar bottle of whiskey... tell me, where did you really get all this money from?
Daniel Smart: Wait, are you saying...
Michael Smart: I'm saying that you've gotten yourself into something dangerous, Daniel.
Daniel stops moving for a second, then gets a frown on his face.
Daniel Smart: Alright, I've had it with your negative attitude! I told you, I won 3.6 million dollars off the slots at Vegas! It's not the first time someone has won huge amounts off the slots and it won't be the last time. I was the one that got lucky this time, but you just can't accept that, can you?
Michael Smart: Daniel, I know you, that is why I think you're in trouble.
Daniel Smart: People can change, Michael. I've been trying to mature for quite a while now, and responsibility over a big sum of money is just what I need.
Michael Smart: Do you really think that you'll be able to mature?
Daniel Smart: Why do you think I can't?
Michael Smart: You've never been able to before!
Daniel Smart: People change, cousin. Things don't stay the same forever.
Michael Smart: Well maybe they should!
Daniel stays quiet, wondering what Michael's saying.
Michael Smart: You know what my problem is? I don't have a problem with your money, I have a problem with change. Back when I was in GWF...
Daniel groans.
Daniel Smart: Not this again...
Michael ignores Daniel.
Michael Smart: Back when I was in GWF, things were going smoothly. I was slowly climbing up the cards, not having any quick ascent to stardom, just going at a nice, slow pace. I was enjoying the way my life was going, when BAM! GWF closes, and I'm without a job. Ever since then, whenever I've joined a wrestling federation, either I don't like it or it closes down. Whenever I seem to get comfortable with something, things tend to change. Usually I could conform myself by thinking that at least you and uncle Mark would stay the same, but now you're rich and maturing and I'm not sure what to think.
Michael goes back to staring out of the window. Daniel sighs and takes out a laptop.
Daniel Smart: You want the old Daniel? Fine, let me show you something.
After a minute, Daniel goes to show something to Michael from the laptop. The camera conveniently can see it too. It is a home video of a young Michael and Daniel Smart, Michael being about 8 while Daniel's 7.
Young Daniel: Come on, Mikey, let's play.
Young Michael: Don't call me Mikey, and your games are stupid.
Young Daniel taps Michael's shoulder.
Young Daniel: Tag, you're it!
Daniel starts running and laughing.
Young Michael: Why I oughta!
Young Michael starts chasing Daniel as the clip ends. Adult Daniel smiles while Michael is confused. The limousine is now stopped, being in the parking lot of the ACW Arena.
Michael Smart: Why did you show me that?
Daniel opens the door of the limousine, ready to step out. Suddenly and quickly he taps Michael on the shoulder.
Daniel Smart: Tag, you're it!
Daniel bolts out of the car, laughing. Michael snaps.
Michael Smart: Why I oughta!
Michael starts chasing the laughing Daniel. The two run around for a while, eventually stopping to catch their breaths.
Daniel Smart: S... see? Things ha... haven't changed too much.
Michael Smart: D... did I just play tag with you?
Daniel places his shoulder over Michael's.
Daniel Smart: Don't you worry about that. Now you should go do whatever it is you Untouchables do, I have something to take care of.
Michael Smart: Alright...
Daniel returns to the limousine while Michael walks inside the arena as the scene fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 20, 2009 15:42:23 GMT -5
Does “I Want” Always Get? Jack Jefferson
Chairman Gingerdude is sat at his desk filling out a stack of paperwork as he is often found doing at shows. No matter what people say about Ginger, they can’t say he isn’t hard working. There is a sharp knock at the door and Gingerdude sighs inwardly and looks up, placing his pen down on the desk.
Gingerdude: Come in.
Jack Jefferson struts into the room, much to Gingerdude’s evident chagrin. Jefferson sits in the chair opposite Ginger, lounging back and eying his boss with a cocky smirk.
Gingerdude: Where’s my secretary? I told her no interruptions.
Jefferson: Oh don’t you worry Ginger, she’s out there telling people they can’t come in but I was very persuasive, you know how I can be!
Gingerdude stares sternly back at Jefferson who leans back in the chair and smirks, enjoying himself.
Gingerdude: Fine, you might as well tell me what you want and get out then.
Jefferson: No need for the hostility Ginger baby. It should be obvious why I’m here, I want a title shot!
Gingerdude: Against Dave Shadow? No chance, he already beat you for the Entertainment Title so why would I give you a shot at the International Title?
Jefferson: Now that’s not nice Ginger, not nice at all. Anyway, no, I don’t want a shot at Shadow. Team Jefferson want the Tag Team Titles!
Gingerdude: You’ve got to be kidding me! You’ve only had one match as a team and you’re expecting a title shot?! Not a chance.
Jefferson: Oh I was really hoping you wouldn’t say that Ginger. Now I’m pissed off! You fucking cunt, BIG MISTAKE!
Jefferson lashes out towards Gingerdude, stopping short of actually hitting him by punching his neat stacks of paperwork off the desk and all over the floor. Ginger snarls at Jefferson as he does this.
Gingerdude: Get out of my office!
Without another word Jefferson storms out of the office, kicking the door out of his way as he does so. Gingerdude looks furious as he begins gathering his paperwork, yelling for his secretary to come and help him out. She comes scurrying in looking terrified as Gingerdude shoots her an evil look that lets everyone know exactly how he’s feeling.
Fade to Black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 20, 2009 15:43:19 GMT -5
Segment: United We Stand, United We Fall (Credit: The Untouchables)
Last week, The Untouchables gained a championship, the first the group had obtained since they reformed, and the first the group as a collective had gained since Tornado won that very title back in February 2006. It was Andrew Black who managed to defeat Chris Phenomenal, and win the Entertainment Title. For a guy whose wrestling career is just beginning, it was certainly a landmark moment for the youngster, and a career that he would certainly hope would increase in later months and years.
But for one man, his fellow stablemate Dan White, it was a somewhat hollow victory. Now, he isn't the type who is going to go and smash Andrew Black up in a fit of jealousy, but the sheer fact is that he was two seconds away from winning the match, and the title, only for someone to play tricks on him. That person, in case you hadn't watched Meltdown, was Jake Steele. Steele's music happened to hit right after Dan had planted the Stunt Bomb, and ruined his state of mind. And clearly, Dan isn't going to let his brother off easily.
The camera fades in to the Untouchables locker room, and there's a pop from the crowd, as we're greeted with Black, Spade, Cheng and Smart. Black and Spade are both talking to each other, discussing their tag team match for later that evening against VorteX and Rena, as Smart and Cheng chill on the couch. And there's another pop, as Dan White walks through to the room. The rest of the group stop what they're doing and turn their attention to the Welshman, who's carrying a bag over his shoulder.
Dan White: Alright lads, how you doing?
Jonny Spade: I'm good, Dan. Whatchu got in the bag?
Dan White: Ah, I have to tell you lot something. I'm leaving.
The room instantly quietens, with this shocking news. Jake is the first one to speak up, and has a clear sign of discontent in his voice.
Jake Cheng: But Dan...we just got back together. You're not walking out on us already, are you?
With all the eyes of his peers glaring straight at him, Dan is under an immense amount of pressure. But he smiles a little, holding his hands out, motioning for the quadro to calm down.
Dan White: Hey, hey, let me finish, dudes. I've got to take a leave of absence for like a week or so. I've got some business I need to take care of.
Michael Smart: You mean with Jake Steele?
The mere mention of his brother's name makes Dan scowl somewhat.
Dan White: Yeah....I've decided that if that fucker doesn't have the guts to confront me face to face, then I'm going to try and find him myself. I'm NOT having that tosser mess me about like he has. What nerve does he think he has anyways, telling the world that he plans to take time off, only to fuck me around like he did? Well I say bollocks to that!
The crowd pop as Dan is clearly getting more angry, with the veins in his forehead beginning to pop out. Andrew Black places a hand on his shoulder, trying to get him to calm down.
Andrew Black:[/color] Hold up, Dan. You don't want to get too stressed about this. I mean, for all you know, it might not have been Jake Steele at all. It could have been anyone who was able to get access to the control room.
Dan looks at Black, and nods in approval, happy to get some kind of assurance.
Dan White: Hey kid, maybe you're right. Maybe you are. But whoever the fuck it was, I don't care. I'm not being made a fool of again! I came runner up in Emperor of the Ring, I came runner up in Fallen Heroes, I was a second away from winning the World title, and I was two seconds away from winning that title you have. I'm not pissed at you, Andrew, but I'm just pissed off that I'm constantly becoming ACW's “nearly man”. I'm the most unlucky fucker on this planet!
Without a moment's hesitation, the Welsh Dragon turns around, and heads towards the door.
Jonny Spade: Hey, where you going?
Dan White: I'm going to find that rich half-brother of mine! I'll see you in a week!
Dan opens the door and slams it shut, to a pop from the crowd, as the rest of the Untouchables look at each other.
Jake Cheng: It's cool, he'll be back.
And likes it’s just another day for the Untouchables, they go about their separate ways. With one member temporarily down, they are still as strong as ever.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 20, 2009 15:44:51 GMT -5
Match 1: Josh The Jersey Boy vs. Douglas Ozzy (Credit: Reprobate) Josh The Jersey Boy vs. Douglas Ozzy [/font] Rep[/center] "The Arms of Sorrow" by Killswitch Engage hits on the PA speaker. From behind the curtain comes Father Ozzy, the evil dad of the young rookie wrestler Douglas Ozzy. Father Ozzy pulls Douglas to the ring, via the chains and shackles around his neck and arms. He nearly drags his bastard son to the ring as the music plays and the crowd booes the horrible parenting skills before them. When they finally get in to the ring, Father Ozzy grabs a microphone after throwing his son in to the corner of the ring, where he sits with the chains around his neck.Father Ozzy: Listen up. Y'all know Father Ozzy. You know what he does. He takes little kids like this and shapes them in to wrestlers. He takes little boys like that kid right there in the front row and he molds them in to major stars. WHEN I-Father Ozzy unbuckles his belt and takes it off, and then whips the top rope.Father Ozzy: When I take my proteges to the ring, I show them a true practice session. I TAKE THIS HERE BELT, and I whoop... and whoop... and WHOOP! I whoop until I've whooped some talent in to them. I whoop until I've beaten the hack out of 'em. I whoop in the positives and whoop out the negatives. I CALL THIS HERE BELT... THE FATHER OZZY TALENT BELT. Watch it go to work, boy. This boy here, I practice him everyday for three hours. In the ring, I hold the belt in my hands. When he take a misstep, HE GETS WHOOPED. I whoop these fools in to shape. So if you got a rookie wrestler who needs training, call 1-800-FATHER-O! That's 1-800-FATHER-O! PRACTICE MAKE PERFECT, SUCKA!Father Ozzy throws the microphone outside the ring and goes over to his son. He unshackles him as the opening notes of "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns N' Roses hits. As the intro drums kick in and the main riff hits, Josh the Jersey Boy runs out from behind the curtain. Fans taunt him and throw garbage, which he dodges. JJB reaches out at ringside to a fan with a cup of beer in hand, and he slaps the beer in to their face. He runs down to the ring to get away from the wet, angry fan. He hops in to the ring and takes his corner.Phillip Jones: Wrestling fans, the following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish, 15 minute time limit. First, from Atlanta, Georgia... he is the Father of Talents.... FATHER OZZY! Accompanying to the ring at this time... his son, also from Atlanta, Georgia. Weighing 194 pounds and standing 5'11"... DOUGLAS OZZY! Ozzy scratches his unshaven neckbeard and grits his teeth, raising the other arm as he squints. The ring lights being one of the first lights he has seen in possibly many days.Phillip Jones: And the competitor... from Jersey City... he weighs 215 pounds and stands 6'1". The Wild Man of ACW... JERSEY'S FINEST... JOSH, THE JERSEY BOY! The bell rings as JJB and Ozzy circle around the ring. Ozzy points a finger in the air, remembering something. He takes off his black cut off t-shirt to reveal another t-shirt... a Vortex t-shirt! This pisses JJB right the hell off and he runs over, clocks Ozzy in the back of the head, and kicks his face in. He grabs the ropes and kicks some more.
JJB grabs Ozzy by the hair, picks him up, and sets him up for the big move... The Jersey's Finest lifting DDT. He hooks the neck, gets Ozzy up, and then sends him crashing back down head first. JJB grabs the leg after the fall and the referee counts Ozzy out right away.Phillip Jones: The winner, at 1 minute and 24 seconds... JOSH, THE JERSEY BOY! JJB gets to his feet and swings his arms towards the entrance way and back, as Pistol Pete and Baron Trotter leak out from behind the curtain. They run down to the ring and begin a three on one assault to poor Douglas Ozzy. Father Ozzy runs in to the ring with his belt, but Baron grabs it with his bare hands, wraps it around Father Ozzy's neck, pulls it tight, and kicks him in the rear end, sending him out of the ring. All three men stomp on Douglas as Baron picks him up. Baron sets up for his mammoth powerbomb... and HITS it! For the second time too soon, Douglas goes crashing down to the mat from six feet in the air, hard. Rep enters the ring out of no where slowly as the crowd's anger rises.
In his hands, he holds a branding iron... the same branding iron that we saw last week. Rep directs traffic and JJB and Pete turn Ozzy on his front and force his rear end in to the air... as Rep points the burning metal towards him... turns it... and then connects! The hot branding iron burns Douglas Ozzy's ass cheek as the smoke rises. The crowd is shocked at this very real and disgusting stunt. They boo and throw a ton of garbage at the ring, but this time it's worse than ever. Some fans throw chairs in to the ring, and they grab anything that they can find and throw it towards the disgusting group of men. Rep and his outcasts head backstage quickly as the scene gets even uglier.
As he heads backstage, Rep turns to the ring and shouts "THAT'S WHAT YOU GET, VORTEX! THAT'S WHAT YOU GET!" The insane wrestler believes that the man he has just branded was, in fact, Vortex.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 20, 2009 15:45:22 GMT -5
Segment: Touchable Credit: Jake Cheng and Mr. Red
As the picture fades back to the ring, “Crisis” by Alexisonfire plays over the loudspeakers and the crowd goes nuts to see Jake Cheng walk out from the back. In his tradition white suit and sunglasses, the former champion looks as cool as ever, even if one of the Untouchable members has left only weeks after the reformation. No matter though, he still has high hopes as he gets into the ring and grabs a microphone.
Jake Cheng: Attention ACW, there is no need for alarm. All is well. Dan White’s departure is only a minor set back for us. He will return and when he does, well it will back to normal. But I am not out here to discuss Mr. White. I am out here to discuss a different color. Red.
The crowd boos, inferring that Cheng is about to talk about Mr. Red and the antics he caused on last week’s Meltdown.
Jake Cheng: That’s right. Mr. Red is not happy with the the Untouchables management and that he was not on the list of people to have in the group. The way I saw it, he didn’t need us. The Untouchables already gave his that career boost that he needed when he was just starting out in ACW. But he returns and does what? Steals the World Title? Good one Red! Way to make an impact! I mean, you returned it! What are you thinking? Red, before you can join the Untouchables, you need to get your head on straight. You need to show you are going to help us, not hinder us, not doing cowardly acts lik-
Suddenly, Welcome to the Jungle blasts out onto the speakers. Mr. Red walks down to the ring with a purpose. He slides into the ring and demands a mic. Upon receiving the microphone, he turns and glares down Jake.
Mr. Red: You think I am a coward? You think that I returned the title because I was scared? You are wrong, Mr. Cheng. I returned the title because I was told it would help get me back into the stable that started it all. I was told I would be reinstated as an Untouchable if I gave the belt back.
Jake Cheng: You were wrong. You were told that we would take it into consideration.
Mr. Red: That's bullshit. Jonny said I would be allowed back in the group. You know, Cheng, you are messing with the wrong guy tonight. I just had a damn restraining order slapped against me. I am about to go psycho on someone's punk ass.
Jake Cheng: Let me stop you right there, Red, before you say something you might regret.
Mr. Red stares at Cheng with an evil look in his eyes. The crowd cheers as Cheng cuts Red off with the mic.
Cheng: I don't care what has happened to you. I don't care what you did. Bottom line is, Untouchables have to room for cowards. Which means we have no room....
Jake pokes at Red with his free hand.
Jake Cheng: ...for you.
Red looks down at the hand poking his chest. He looks back up at Jake and shakes his head. In one swift motion, Red slaps Cheng across his face and pushes him to the mat. As Mr. Red starts to reach for Jake, he slides out of the ring quickly.
Jake Cheng backs up the ramp glaring at Mr. Red. He rubs his face and brushes his suit to straighten it out. Mr. Red stands at the ropes and yells up the ramp at Jake to "get his ass back down here" and "who is the coward now?" Jake shouts words of his own back down at Mr. Red.
Jake Cheng: You are picking with the wrong group, Mr. Red. The numbers aren't in your favor. This will be the biggest mistake of your life.
He continues backing up until he just walks into the back, leaving Mr. Red alone in the ring.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 20, 2009 15:45:52 GMT -5
SCENE; “preparations” SCENE STARRING; "shane anzalone" SCENE LOCATION; "new york city" SHANE’S MATCH; “vs. gary” -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --
The scene starts out in front of Shane’s apartment building again and Shane is wearing the same thing as he was last time as he endures the weather before his ACW match. The one thing that is different this time is that Shane isn’t smoking his cigar. Instead he is just standing there in his guinea T and black baggy jeans. He is standing against his building head down as usual and as he looks up he looks at the camera but this time doesn’t talk just yet he looks back and forth at the people that pass him and he just stand there, finally he is about to speak but someone runs past him and gets in the way. A few seconds later a few policemen pass chasing the man that had just passed. Shane shakes his head and begins to speak.
.::SHANE ANZALONE:: “This is what happens in my city, people being arrested left and right. People being killed without knowing what they did. My dad was part of this business, but more in depth. What he did made me sick and could only be done by someone with a hate for a world that is endless. I cannot stand him anymore and I cannot wait for his time on this earth to be well done so he can stop hurting people and taking innocent lives, it’s not fair to them anymore, why must they suffer. My father is a mad man, and he is making me sick to my stomach, I can’t stand the sight of him. He has made my family suffer, especially me. He wouldn’t leave me alone as a kid; he would always try to get me to join his business and I am sick and tired of him and his shenanigans. He wouldn’t leave me alone as a child and I have been scarred as a kid and will not be able to get those years back. Those were supposed to be the best years of my life but they were wasted running from my father making sure he wouldn’t be there when I was home. My whole childhood was scheduled around his work schedule from the age of 9 up until the age of 15 when I ran away from home to go live with my sister, who always supported me and let me do what I wanted. That’s why I love her so much, she was the only sibling that understood me and trusted me, she knew where I was coming from when I told her why I ran away. The rest of my life? That’s a story for another day.”
.::SHANE ANZALONE:: “This week I am going to be facing Gary, another nobody, and I am undefeated. Gary, this week you face me, the lightning and you are in for the ride of your life. It will take all of your strength and energy to beat me out in that ring, And when it comes down to it, I will be the one walking out the winner. It’s my time to shine."
Shane looks away from the camera and breathes out we see his breath as this happens and we know that he is going to be standing out there for a while, His match against Gary is coming up soon and he will be prepared.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 20, 2009 15:46:35 GMT -5
Sanity Needed [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] As we return from commercial break, “Out of the Ashes” hits and Abel comes strolling down to the ring once again, still impersonating Vortex. What makes tonight different from the other night however was that Vortex had not been subdued. After coming back to the locker room last week, Abel found that Vortex had went missing and had not turned up since, which was a very bad thing. What made it worse was the fact that Vortex was gaining cognitive ability back, and if that happened before his sanity was restored, more than a few people would get hurt. Of course, we cannot stop time in order to achieve our goals, and another edition of Warfare had rolled around before Abel could find Vortex, and thus he was forced to once again come out to the ring and speak. Abel had thought about shooting a promo off somewhere away from people, however that may draw even more suspicion than his red hair. As Abel reaches the ring and rolls in, he can only wonder where Vortex is right now. Abel walks over to the side of the ring, takes a microphone, and begins to speak.Abel: Stay a while…and listen. This time the pop was louder, as the crowd seemed more convinced that the hair color change was for real and not some gimmick. With more confidence than last time, Abel begins pacing around the ring. Abel: I’m going to make it short tonight as I have a match to get ready for. This Thursday, there will be a contract signing to finalize the match between Rep and I coming up at Seven Deadly Sins. This draws a large response from the crowd, as they are eager to see these two men finally compete against one another, after months of buildup. Abel: After months of games, you the fans will finally get to see me take The Reprobate out. After that night, you will no longer be forced to sit through “Reprobate Roundups” or hear his boiler room ranting any longer. Another large response from the crowd and a “Down with the Roundup” chant begins, which makes Abel laugh a little.Abel: So you fans only have a little longer to wait before the act… Suddenly the arena is filled with music, although it is nowhere close to The Reprobate’s music. The music happens to be notorious for its ability to stick in your mind and nearly drive you crazy…that’s right “The Macarena” begins blasting throughout the arena. Abel—along with the rest of the crowd—spins towards the entrance, wondering what the hell is going on.
A man steps out of the back, around Abel’s height…and wearing a crazy Halloween mask. The crowd is still shocked at this absurd display however Abel immediately tenses up. The man pauses for a moment before starting to do the infamous dance himself. Abel is glad he’s the only one that knows Vortex is out here making a fool of himself, if the crowd realized this fact, it could be very bad for image, especially since the impersonation gig would be up. Abel wants to go down there and drag Vortex to the back, although a fight would surely ensue, and if the mask came off there would be many questions to answer.
As suddenly as the music begins, it stops. Vortex finishes his dance and walks to the back without any further action. A “what the hell” chant emanates from the crowd, and Abel knows that that message was only for him…Vortex—or Atrus as would be more fitting of a name at this point—was now capable of acting on his own. Abel: Obviously Rep wants to send me a message. What that message is—other than ‘hey look I’m an ass’—I’m not too sure. Laughter erupts from the crowd, and Abel knew that he had averted disaster…for now. Abel also knew that he had to get out of the ring fast, and hunt down Vortex before he did something that made the nightly news for all the wrong reasons. Abel: Rep I don’t care if you come singing and dancing Madonna this Thursday, I want you out here…as we have a contract signing to do. With that, Abel drops the microphone and exits the ring hastily. As he walks to the back and the camera fades, he can only hope that Vortex wasn’t making someone’s night a living hell.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 20, 2009 15:47:52 GMT -5
Match 2: Shane Anzalone vs. Gary (Credit: Dan White)
Whenever Gary comes onto the main television shows, he gets a pretty large pop. I mean he seldom turns up anymore, with the old jobbers being replaced with the new, so his presence is always welcome. Shane's entrance was relatively mute, for the newcomer, but he quickly won the crowd over with a flawless display of wrestling. He quickly manhandled Gary in his debut match, using his expert awareness to catch Gary with some moves from the most difficult of angles, the most impressive being when Anzalone grabbed Gary despite having his back to him, and flipping him over his shoulder, into an arm drag. The following pinfall attempt was unsuccessful, but it garnered a positive reaction from the crowd.
Shane followed this up with some more powerful moves. At just 143 lbs, he is one of the lightest on the roster, but even he was able to slam Gary hard to the ground with a firm Spinebuster. Again, the resulting pinfall attempt was unsuccessful, but Shane didn't think too much of it, and he was making light work of the resident jobber. He continued to beat him silly, forcing him into the corner and manhandling him with a flurry of elbows, punches and forearms. Seeing that Gary was practically rendered useless, he allowed him to stumble out of the corner. Shane kneed Gary in the stomach, setting up his finisher, the Severe Head Trauma. Gary managed to squirm his way out of the move, though, and managed to start his own offense.
Gary tried to fight hard. He's had some scalps in the past, but he almost never gets a win in matches like this, especially when people are attempting to get their ACW careers off to a winning start. Regardless, he started to beat Shane down somewhat. A few punches to the face were added with a a hard clothesline, knocking the debutant down to the ground for the first time. The crowd were somewhat rooting for Gary, as he lifted Shane up and planned to go for his finishing move, the Pulling Piledriver. But Shane had other ideas, lifting Gary into a Back Body Drop. Gary hit the ground hard, and despite getting back to his feet, he was in a vulnerable position. He waltzed straight into the SEVERE HEAD TRAUMA (Twist of Fate), and Shane followed that up with his second finisher, the FALLEN ANGEL (Senton Bomb). Shane rolled Gary into a pin, and picked up the 1-2-3 to a cheering crowd.
Warfare Winner: Shane Anzalone
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 20, 2009 15:48:46 GMT -5
Segment: Hickory Dickory Dock By: KIA *We open the scene inside what looks to be a den of a house. In the den is a fire that is light with a cushioned chair and a stand next to the chair. The chair is close to the fire, allowing someone to sit in it to be warm. Through out the den are a bunch of books on large, wooden shelves. Opposite the fireplace is a door and above the door is a balcony that over looks the den. The door opens and in walk Keith Ian Andrews, dressed in a black suit with a silver tie on a red dress shirt. He smiles as he walks over to a book shelve. He turns to the camera and smiles as he pulls off a book. He walks over to the chair and places the book on the stand.*
The.Pyschotic.Flyer Keith.Ian.Andrews Welcome, to my…..study. This is the place where I come to prepare for my match mentally. Here is where I study my opponents in every aspect. You see, being what many call psychotic, has it advantages. You see, I was able to…convince…an ACW staff member to let me see the life and career of one Alex Trixer. In looking through his profile, I’ve found some interesting things. He, like me, broke into the wrestling business young. Unlike me though, he went somewhere where he was doomed to fail. But I also found out about his personal life. You see, our Alex Trixer runs a store in Miami called Trickster’s, very clever Alex. But something I found more interesting is about Mr. Trixer’s childhood. You see, Alex was bitten, severely, by a mouse, almost cost him his life. From then on Trixer was weary of where he was. When his school went to the zoo, Alex ran for his life when he saw the rodent exhibit. So, I have a present for Alex, a reading of a nursery rhyme that is close to his heart.
Hickory Dickory dock, The mouse ran up the clock, The clock struck one The mouse ran down, Hickory Dickory dock.
*A flash and KIA is now next to the fireplace. He is leaning against it and has the book in his hand.*
Hickory Dickory dock, The mouse ran up the clock, The clock struck two And down he flew, Hickory Dickory dock.
Hickory Dickory dock, The mouse ran up the clock, The clock struck three And he did flee, Hickory Dickory dock.
*Another flash and KIA is standing on the balcony with the book in his hand. He looks away from the book.*
The.Pyschotic.Flyer Keith.Ian.Andrews There are few things that get me riled up more than a match. Especially a match against a man that fears something that I own. Whether it be a snake, a spider, or a mouse.
*He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a big, white mouse. He cackles as he puts the book down and plays with the mouse.*
The.Pyschotic.Flyer Keith.Ian.Andrews Fears are useless. Most people would say that fears are to make you more human. But I’m not most people. You see, in my eyes, fears hold you back. You have to have no fear.
*He opens the book and lets the mouse run across the book as he reads.*
Hickory Dickory dock, The mouse ran up the clock, The clock struck four, He hit the floor, Hickory Dickory dock.
Hickory Dickory dock, The mouse ran up the clock, The clock struck five, The mouse took a dive, Hickory Dickory dock.
Hickory Dickory dock, The mouse ran up the clock, The clock struck six, That mouse, he split, Hickory Dickory dock.
*A flash and a cackle and KIA is walking next to the books, his book open and the mouse on his shoulder.*
The.Pyschotic.Flyer Keith.Ian.Andrews Most people would also say that I’m sick, demented, tormented. But I’m not most people. I’m what you are when you fear nothing. I don’t fear snakes, spiders, fire, heights, or death, especially death. I go out in that ring and do what I do because I know it will cause more pain to my opponent than it will to me.
Hickory Dickory dock, The mouse ran up the clock, The clock struck seven, 8, 9, 10, 11, Hickory Dickory dock.
The.Pyschotic.Flyer Keith.Ian.Andrews Most people call me a risk taker, but I’m not most people. I’m an artist. What I do in that ring and out of the ring have gotten me where I am. I paint vivid picture with my moves in the ring and I paint horrid nightmares in your mind.
Hickory Dickory dock, The mouse ran up the clock, As twelve bells rang, The mousie sprang, Hickory Dickory dock.
*A clock begins to ring as KIA cackles. 3 rings later, the mouse jumps off of KIA’s shoulder and runs behind the book shelves. After five more bell rings, the mouse comes back, but with an entire family of mice. They begin to cover the floor. Two bells ring and KIA bends down and picks up the same white mouse from before and puts him in his pocket.
Hickory Dickory dock, "Why scamper?" asked the clock, "You scare me so I have to go! Hickory……. Dickory…….dock."
*The clock rings one last time as he finishes the rhyme. KIA throws the book into the fire as the mice scatter back to where they came from. KIA begins to cackle uncontrollably as he pulls the mouse out of his pocket and begins to play with it. A flash and the mouse now has a suit on. The suit is the same one that KIA has on. A flash again and all we see left is the fireplace. Inside the fire is the book, burning. The book is open to a blank page. After a few seconds, writing begins to appear on the page. Letter by letter it appears. After a few moments the writing stops. It reads, ALEX TRIXER: KIA. We hear a loud cackle as we fade to black.*
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 20, 2009 15:52:14 GMT -5
Bad News, Boss Dan White The camera opens up in the backstage area, and there's a large pop as Dan White is seen making his way through the hallways, with his bag on his back, ready to go on what could be an epic quest, as he seeks Jake Steele. But his passage out of the arena isn't going to be so simple, and there are a lot of people who are going to feel a little apprehensive about his sudden decision to depart. One of these people is the Chairman, Gingerdude, and as Dan White walks around a corner, he is confronted by the red-haired owner of the company, along with two bodyguards, and the Chairman does not look happy.Dan White: Ah, Gingerdude. I was half expecting to bump into you. Dan's resignation in his voice does not filter with Ginger, who responds harshly.Gingerdude: Dan, what the hell do you think you're doing, walking out of this company? After everything that you've been through, I finally offer you a contract that suits the pair of us, and you have decided to walk out? You're an absolute disgrace, do you know that? And I hope you have absolutely no intention of trying to get a job anywhere else, because they're just going to see what kind of a joke you are! You're the most unreliable employee I have EVER come ac- Dan has heard enough of being told off, and retaliates.Dan White: Ginger, listen to me yeah? I know we signed a contract, and I know we had an agreement that I would behave and I wouldn't be a douche anymore. But let's look at things differently. I've been screwed out of absolutely everything since I returned to ACW a year and a half ago. I cannot be bothered just allowing someone to get away with screwing me over again. I HAVE to find that no-good half brother of mine, and I need to get your approval over it all. Ginger crosses his arms, and shakes his head with disgust.Gingerdude: You know, I cannot believe this. We've had people dropping out of this company all over the place. What the hell is wrong with people? Dan White: Well, I don't know. But I promise you that I will be back. If I don't, then I'll work the rest of my contract for free. You got me? Dan extends a hand, and Gingerdude is somewhat hesitant.Gingerdude: I would agree to this, but with your contract in play, I'm not sure whether or not to do so. So instead, I shall let you know that next week, on Monday Night Warfare, I am placing you in a match. The opponent? Well, you'll have to wait and see. Gingerdude smirks at Dan, before accepting his handshake. But Dan looks confident.Dan White: Don't worry, Gingerdude. I've got my boys on this case. I'm pretty sure that no matter what happens, we'll be finding your former World champion sooner, rather than later. There's a brief pop, as Dan smirks and walks beyond Gingerdude and his henchmen. Ginger looks on, shaking his head.Gingerdude: Ugh...I suppose I should be happy that he's not blowing stuff up anymore... Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 20, 2009 15:53:07 GMT -5
Segment: "A chance meet" (Credit to Shane Anzalone and The Red Panther)
Before his match, The Red Panther is walking backstage to the locker room. At the same time, Shane Anzalone is walking through one of ACWs many halls. Shane is going to the locker room to retrieve his bag, while Panther is walking to his match. They both turn a corner and bump into each other, Panther dropping his boots and Shane dropping his bag.
.::SHANE ANZALONE:: Didn't see you there man. Here
Shane offers the boots to Panther, who snatches them out of his hands and punts Shane's bag to his feet.
Panther: Watch where you are going in future, you just knocked into the future of ACW. Now how about an apology?
Shane is in disbelief, Panther walked into him, why shouldn't TRP apologize?
.::SHANE ANZALONE:: Hate to be rude, but you bumped into me as well. Maybe YOU should watch where you're going. And where do you get off calling yourself the future of ACW? You have not proved anything yet, you're on the way to you're first ACW match, which you may not even win. I think I would be better suited as the future of ACW.
Panther: Oh so wrong, you will eat your words when I walk out there and destroy that wannabe. Now, how about that apology?
.::SHANE ANZALONE:: No
Shane attempts to walk past Panther, but Panther sidesteps in front of him.
Panther: Now I have a match to get too, but when I next see you, I expect that apology. I doubt this is the last we will be seeing of each other.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 20, 2009 15:53:22 GMT -5
Blood is Thicker Than Water Jack Jefferson
BJ Jefferson is relaxing backstage in the locker room he shares with brother Jack. He jumps to his feet and punches the air as he scores a fantastic goal with Carlos Tevez playing on Fifa 09 as Man City. He proceeds to start a Chandler-style victory dance as he watches the replay of the screamer from just outside the area. He stops suddenly as he spots Kevin “The Internet” Anderson and his curly afro peering around the door.
BJ: My god Kevin you not heard of knocking?! You scared the shit outta me!
Kevin: Heh, sorry. Just wanted to get a quick interview, seems you’re only talking to Charlotte lately.
BJ: Oh, c’mon! Don’t give me that puppy dog eyes shit! I suppose we can chat, you’d better come in.
Kevin beams at this and steps into the locker room, taking a seat next to BJ on the couch.
Kevin: Eerm...Jack’s not around is he? He doesn’t really like me.
BJ: Nah he’s not about at the moment so you’re ok.
Kevin: Good, good. So, I wanna ask you a few questions about Jack actually.
BJ: Shoot.
As Kevin is talking to him BJ is still playing on Fifa. Kevin looks a little put out that he hasn’t got BJ’s full attention but he isn’t really too likely to complain about it.
Kevin: Well on Thursday you accused Jack of not being the fun loving guy he used to be. I heard it through the grapevine that he wasn’t too happy about that. What’s the situation?
BJ: That’s not what he was pissed about. He was pissed off about the thing I said about him needing help. Get your facts right Kev, that’s just shoddy. Anyway, I think he was more bothered about the fact he thought I was talking about him behind his back more than anything I said. I can understand that I guess.
Kevin: Yeah but surely you and Jack can’t keep arguing like this, won’t it affect you as a team?
BJ: You tell me of brothers that don’t argue Kev, I guarantee you can’t. At the end of the day it’s a simple as this – blood is thicker than water and we’ll have each other’s back til the end. Now, if you’re finished trying to interview me let me kick your arse at Fifa!
Kevin: Er...no, I’ve got interviews to do and stuff. Can’t waste my time playing games.
BJ: Man you’re just scared!
Kevin beats a hasty retreat before he can be goaded into playing by BJ. BJ simply laughs to himself and lounges back on the couch and starting the next game.
Fade to Black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 20, 2009 15:54:27 GMT -5
Segment: Going Solo to the Dance (Credit: BK London & Jay Zero)
As the scene opens, we're immediately brought into the Senatorial Stable locker room where usually all four members - The Senator, Chris Phenomenal, and The Capitalists lie, but with The Senator handling some championship like business and Phenomenal out grabbing a bite to eat, it seems like the locker room is all for Kalb and Fitsharris. We catch both men still putting on their wrestling attire, and the topic of discussion for tonight? Their main event match.
Kevin Fitsharris: Can you believe it Anthony? We've now main evented the last two Warfare, we're getting there man - we are getting THERE!
Anthony Kalb: Getting there? Fitsy, we are there. As of right now, there is no other team more dominant than us. We've taken to a team of former World Champions and not only have out smarted them twice, but beat them twice. We're 2-0, and I say tonight - we go for the clean sweep.
Kevin Fitsharris: Oh man that would be sweet. Think about it, the headline of ACW.com the next day - The Capitalists sweep Zero and London to become TWO TIME ACW Tag Team Champions!
Anthony Kalb: It's the moment we've dreamed of my friend, it's the moment we've dreamed of when we first became a team. London and Zero may have crushed our dreams at Omega Effect when they stole our championships, but they're going to learn that revenge is a dish best served cold. And that my friends, is nothing but the tr-
Just as Kalb is about to rip off the catchphrase of the head honcho of the Senatorial Stable, there's a knock on the door. And with no real invitation, it seems that Chairman Gingerdude has decided to let himself in on the little talk.
Chairman Gingerdude: Good evening boys.
Kevin Fistharris: ...you know, you could've waited for one of us to let you in - or at least say you can come in Mr. Gingerdude.
Chairman Gingerdude: I own this building, I own you two - I can do whatever I like.
Anthony Kalb: I guess he has a point there.
Chairman Gingerdude: But anyway boys, I am here to personally deliver a message to you about you rmatch tonight that I have already sent to both Jay Zero and BK London seperately before the show began. And that's the special twist to your match tonight.
Kevin Fistharris: Oh boy, what's it gonna be? An amazing race around the world? A fight to the death? An underwater cage match in a tank full of piranhas?
Chairman Gingerdude: ....right. Anywhoo, the twist for tonight will be that both of you won't be competing tonight. Instead, only one of you will.
The Capitalists: What?!
Chairman Gingerdude: As a team, you both will chose one of you to represent your team in a singles match against the other. The winner of this match garners one more point for their team.
Kevin Fistharris: ....and if we we win tonight, persay - then....
Chairman Gingerdude: Then you two would become the ACW Tag Team Champions...is that what you want to hear?
Kevin Fitsharris: Oh yes, oh god yes.
Anthony Kalb: Forgive us Mr. Gingerdude sir, he's been a lot more happy than usual lately.
Chairman Gingerdude: I can tell. I'll leave you two to congregate amongst yourselves.
And with that, Chairman Gingerdude exits the locker room and now the two tag team partners stare at one another.
Kevin Fistharris: So, which one of us is going to do this?
Anthony Kalb: ...I don't know. But let's figure this out quick, we don't have much time.
And that's right. These two need to make a decision quickly in order to prepare for tonight’s match. Either way you look at it, they have secured a 2-0 lead against BK London and Jay Zero, and no matter who goes into the match, if the other partner is ringside, they will become distracted, open for the Capitalists to capitalize! If they can do so -- well, then we're looking at the new ACW Tag Team Champions...
Fade Out.
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