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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 20, 2009 15:56:45 GMT -5
Match 3: The Red Panther vs. Markus Rogers (Credit: Red Panther)
Markus Rogers is already in the ring when "The Thing That Should Not Be" starts to blast out from the speakers. The Red Panther comes out to a mixed reaction, wearing his mask, black tights and a long black shirt (Supa Dragon).
Edison: The Red Panther is making his debut here, looking for a win against Rogers.
Panther rolls into the ring and gets up into Rogers face, most likely swearing and abusing him. Panther turns, walks into the corner and leans back as the bell rings. Rogers runs at Panther to try and land a kick but Panther drops and rolls away. Rogers bounces off the corner and has his legs swept. Rogers climbs up quickly as Panther backs off and beckons him to lock up in the middle of the ring. Rogers and Panther clinch, both pushing. Panther pushes Rogers down, grabs his arm and drops back into an armbar take down, keeping the armbar locked in. Panther pulls away at Rogers arm as Rogers crawls to the ropes. After about thirty seconds Rogers reaches the ropes. Panther holds the lock in until four and then lets go. Panther throws Rogers into the corner by the hair and lays a powerful Hawaiian violence party onto him.
As Rogers stumbles into the middle of the ring Panther sneaks behind him and stalks him. When Rogers turns, Panther hits him with the Barret .50 cal (fisherman northern lights suplex). As Rogers rolls around, TRP mounts him and slams punch after punch into the arm previously locked in the armbar. Panther slams a final elbow into Rogers arm and then locks in a Kimura. Rogers screams as the hold is put in tighter and tighter to the point Rogers is about to tap and his arm is about to snap in half. Rogers manages to slip out and roll around in pain, holding his arm. Panther kicks Rogers repeatedly in the arm as he gets up and then backs off, stalking him.
Mcnally: Panther is planning something big!
Rogers spins around, Panther knees him in the gut, grabs his arm and jumps, locking in a flying armbar, flipping Rogers onto his back, giving him no chance to avoid the hold.
Edison: The flying armbar!
Mcnally: He calls that the flying panther grip!
Within seconds Rogers taps out, screaming in pain. Panther holds on for a few seconds after for good measure.
Winner by way of tap out: THE RED PANTHER!
The thing that should not be booms out as Panther celebrates and a doctor checks Rogers arm for damage. The music dies down as Panther grabs a microphone.
Panther: See that? That is what I do!
With that small, very quotable speech, Panther rolls out of the ring to boos as we fade to a segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 20, 2009 15:57:25 GMT -5
Segment: Loopholes (Credit: Red, Senator)
As the show returns from the break, Senator Steve Phillips is seen speaking with Miss Chloe Roberts, the latest secretary for Chairman Ginger, a woman with long brown hair in a ponytail, thin glasses, and a well kept figure, in her mid thirties.
The Senator: Miss Robinson, is it?
Chloe: Roberts, actually. May I help you, sir?
Senator: Yes. You may first begin by canceling the illegal title defense that is about to take place at Seven Deadly Sins between Jason Freeman and myself. Mr. Freeman is not sound of mind or body, and has not met the doctor’s requirements.
Chloe: Well, um, I think you might want to take that up with Dr. Gibson…but…
Senator: Hmph, you have the ear of the Chairman, and have the true path to power around here. You can file an order just as well as he can!
Chloe: Um, I don’t think, yeah, I don’t think that’d be a good idea.
Senator: I am a scholar of the law, and especially of ACW rules, and if you consult the ACW rulebook, you might find the clause that states, and I quote, “no wrestler may compete in an official sanctioned title defense without the express written consent of the head medical physician.”
Chloe: You remember that?
Senator: I have a near photographic memory. Now, if you are not going to terminate the match contract on that basis, I have an even more outstanding issue. Mr. Freeman has committed felony level crimes on ACW television, in his assault on the Laureano household. For that, the Chairman has the power at his use to release him from his contract, without warning, without…
And without further warning, a voice is heard from behind the Senator…
??: How’d you like the belt? I improved it pretty nicely, don’t you think?
Senator: You! Mr. Red, I should wring your throat!
Red: I’d like to see you try.
Senator: And…hmm…seeing that I have been discussing technicalities and legal matters, I think that we can rid ourselves of a pest, Miss Robertson,
Chloe: Ahem, Roberts…
Senator: I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you can file a restraining order, fifty yards unrestricted distance, and unlimited line of sight within ACW property. If you would be so kind as to keep this ruffian off my neck, I would very much appreciate it, and perhaps even throw some flowers in on the deal.
Chloe: Well…
Senator: I would also include a bit of cash in my show of gratitude, if I need be blatant.
Chloe: Um…
Red: Senator, you want a piece of this?
Senator: You are not worth my time!
Chloe: Enough, you get your bloody order! Now stop harassing me with your horrific little arguments and let me have some peace! Can a woman get a moment’s peace around here? Between the Chairman’s busy work and the madcap madness of the wrestlers, it’s amazing I still have a drop of sanity! Now get out, out, out, and don’t forget my flowers, you owe me!
Startled by the tirade from the otherwise unassuming secretary, Phillips and Red quickly depart in opposite directions, both anxious to get away before Chloe Roberts REALLY lost her cool.
Chloe: Perhaps I should have held out for candy…
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 20, 2009 15:57:56 GMT -5
A Regrettable Gesture? Credit: Frankie Siano We are taken to the interview spot backstage where we find Kevin “The Internet” Anderson stood by with ACW newcomer Frankie Siano who is not dressed for in-ring action but is dressed for a night out...in the 70”s where his tight flared trousers and barely buttoned shirt would have been deemed “normal”. Siano has been on a tear in ACW since his debut several weeks ago, stacking up impressive victory after impressive victory and is making quite a name for himself in the company. This is his first interview since joining the company and it seems that this fact is exciting the interviewer Kevin Anderson, who has a chance to one-up Charlotte King in the “exclusives” count for this month, as he keeps flashing a wide grin at “Playboy” Frankie Siano which is clearly making the ACW superstar a touch uncomfortable and he makes an effort to put as much distance between himself and the interviewer whilst still managing to remain on screen. Kevin Anderson gets the cue in his earpiece to begin the interview and his head snaps towards the camera to begin his introduction.Kevin Anderson: Good evening ACW fans, Kevin “The Internet” Anderson here with another ACW exclusive. The very first interview with ACW”s newest star, a man who has left a trail of fallen people in his wake as he smashes his way through the ranks and a man who coincidentally has very similar hair to yours truly. Now- Frankie Siano bursts out laughing at the notion that he and Kevin Anderson share a similar hairstyle, an outburst which completely takes the interviewer off his stride. Siano pulls the microphone toward him mouth and a bemused grin spreads across his handsome face.Frankie Siano: Hah! In your dreams NERD! Your hair wishes it had the volume and sheen of my glorious locks. I bet the only reason your hair looks like that is that you're a Jew. Tell me kid are you Jewish?Kevin: Well, err...no, no I”m not. Frankie Siano: Then why the hell have you got Jew-fro son?! Oh, Pleeease don”t tell me it”s because you think it makes you look cool because I got news for you bro, that look is on the outs.Kevin Anderson stands there looking flabbergasted as Siano continues his tirade.Siano: Kid, the only we have in common is that we're breathing the same air. A loser like you isn't in the same league as the original Playboy Frankie Siano. The man who taught Hef everything there is to know about the gentler sex, The man who is just too much, the man who all the ladies want to touch and the NEXT BIG THING...in Alpha Championship Wrestling!Anderson is taken aback by Siano”s blatant self promotion but is, (only just) professional enough to maintain his focus for the interview.Kevin: So Frankie. You”ve arrived here in Alpha Championship Wrestling with one mission, but it”s a mission that so far has been kept under wraps. So I guess what I”m here to ask you is, why are you here in ACW? Siano: First things first kid. Only the pretty girls get to call me Frankie, it”s Mister Siano to you. But to answer your question. Frankie Siano is here to prove to US audiences that there are only two words and five syllables that you need to know in professional wrestling...FRAN-KIE SI-A-NO! You see in Japan the name Frankie Siano is a big deal. They may have little eyes but those Japs know a good thing when they see it, but over here I”m not known very well, I”m a bit of a nobody but that”s all about to change. Pretty soon the only words you'll hear will be Frankie Siano. On your television sets, on the radio, in magazines, at the office, hell you'll even be screaming it in the bedroom and that applies to both the women and the men who are watching this at home.Siano finishes his promo and looks back at his interviewer Kevin Anderson who is sounding out the words Frankie Siano under his breath and counting the syllables on his fingers, much to Frankie”s displeasure. He firmly slaps Kevin upside the head in order to get him focused.Siano: Pay attention kid!Kevin: Sorry. Well there you have it folks, another ACW exclusive brought to you by Kevin “The Internet” Anderson. You don”t get this kind of breaking news anywhere else, and certainly not from the likes of Charlotte King. Siano: Wait. Who is Charlotte King?Kevin: Oh...She”s the other interviewer here in ACW. Siano: She?! Are you telling me that there”s a chick who they have to interview people round here?Kevin: Well, err yeah. Siano: Well then what the fuck am I doing being interviewed by a pencil necked geek like you? Is this King chick hot?Kevin: I suppose...well, if blondes are your thing... Siano: Hot blonde? What the fuck bro?Siano shoots an angry look at Kevin Anderson who is stood there a broken man after being so openly insulted and dressed down on live television. Siano”s anger subsides and he finds himself starting to feel pity for the sorry little individual stood in front of him. He calmly places his hand on Anderson”s shoulder and changes the tone of his voice to a more soothing tone.Siano: Hey... Cheer up kid. If it makes you feel any better, I don't mind if you tell people you know me. Hell, if it helps you get some pussy I'll even let you take a photo of us together for your Facebook or your Myspace, hell even your Twitter page!Siano”s offer seems to raise Anderson”s spirits and a smile spreads across his face, he quickly pulls a digital camera out of his jacket and the pair pose for a quick photo, Siano even puts his arm around Kevin and forces a smile as the photo is taken. Kevin smiles with glee as he reviews the photo on his camera, Frankie notices Kevin”s smile and grimaces, clearly not enjoying being the focus of the interviewer”s happiness.Siano: Well...Looks likes I”ve got a hot blonde to find. Later buddy.And with that Siano promptly leaves Kevin alone with his camera. He studies the picture with his wide smile for a few seconds before it dawns on him.Kevin: He...He just called me buddy...Frankie Siano just called me buddy...Frankie Siano is my friend... Kevin is clearly deluding himself if he thinks that Frankie Siano is his friend and that the gesture of allowing him to take a picture of the two together was anything other than a token one. It was clearly not Frankie”s intention to become friends with the man who he had moments earlier referred to as a pencil-necked geek and it looks like he”s in for an unwelcome surprise the next time he runs into his new “friend” Kevin Anderson.Fade
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 20, 2009 15:58:51 GMT -5
Going Back To Cali IV Rep The scene opens up at Jay Gotti's headquarters. Gotti sits in a large leather chair smoking a cigar, across the room. The camera, however, is fixated on a person much closer, a bartender at Gotti's personal bar. A knock is heard from another room and the bartender walks in to the back room and opens the back door. Stan and The Associate stand at the door.The Party [/color][/center] Cut to Stan and the Associate sitting in chairs in front of Gotti's desk. The briefcase has been placed on his desk, opened, with the money laid out. Gotti sits in his large chair and smokes his cigar, facing away from them.Gotti: You boys done good. You work well together. Keep it that way. There's an address on my desk. Computer nerd, he runs my computer company. He has some tools for you. You go get the tools and he'll tell you where to go from there. They still have a lot more of my money. I want the family gone and the money on my property by the end of the day.Stan and The Associate look at each other. Cut to the two of them riding in the convertible to the computer nerd's headquarters.The Associate: What was it like?Stan laughs and looks to The Associate, who stares back with a serious look. Stan stops laughing.Stan: What was what like?The Associate: Life on the outside of this.Stan: ...At first it's a great release. Major freedom, petty crimes like robbing liquor stores and ATM machines are as the easiest things in the world, compared to the shit you used to do for a living. But for me, it dried up quickly. I started missing the life of crime. Once you get a taste of it, you can't go back to living a regular old life.The Associate: I'm thinking about getting out of the game.Stan: It ain't just that easy, man. I was a special case. Gotti paid for my training because he saw something in me. He let me out because I was doing good with it. He might not let anybody else out any time soon.The Associate: I've been working for him for a long time. He'll let me retire in peace. I've done enough of this shit.Stan looks disappointed as he slows down, the car heads towards a large gate. The gate mysteriously opens as they drive up the driveway and thunder strikes in the background, the camera reveals a large mansion. Cut to the front door. They use the large knocker and a butler opens the door. He brings them upstairs to the main computer room where they see a young man wearing glasses fiddling with a sound board.Stan: You a rap producer?: Hmm... niggas always trying to start a record label. No, I'm not a producer... or a rapper. Are you Stan?Stan: Yeah.: My name is Darius, I run this place. Gotti sent you two over for some weapons and information. Let's go down to the gun room.Darius walks over to a door and presses a button. He waits as the doors open and he steps in to the elevator. Stan and the Associate quickly follow and hop in. Cut to the three inside of the elevator.Darius: ...Rap producer?Stan: Well, you were sliding faders up and down. It looked like a music video or something.Darius: What kind of a rapper wears glasses?Stan has no answer...The Associate: Um... Lupe Fiasco?Darius looks back towards the Associate. As he presses the elevator button, he speaks under his breathe...Darius: You're a regular Dan White.The elevator opens and the camera shoots from the outside. They step out and the camera turns to reveal an entire wall full of various different types of guns, bombs, explosives, and other weapons. Darius pulls a big gun off of the wall.Stan: Now that's what I'm talking about.Stan goes to receive the gun, but Darius hands it to the Associate. Darius reaches over to the other side of the wall and reveals an extremely tiny gun. He hands it to Stan.Stan: This is some bullshit.Darius: I can't be giving heavy machinery to dudes who just got back in to the game. I got a project to try out on you two. I created these goggles, when you wear them and come in contact with a Stevens or Garcia family member, their identity and information about them will flash on the little screen you see out of.Stan: That's cool...Darius: The Stevens are having some kind of house party. Typical niggas, always trying to start a party. The Garcias are gonna be there, they've been working together behind Gotti's back. Knowing those niggas, they're probably gonna have big niggas blocking each door. You need to go in through the top. Take these cables and this chainsaw to put a hole in the top of the ceiling.The Associate: A fuckin chainsaw? Don't you have a laser or some shit?Darius: Nigga, do I look like James Bond? You two better get your asses moving, you don't have time to fuck around. Go get dressed up in the black outfits in the other room.Cut to Stan and the Associate getting dressed in all black. Black pants, black turtle necks, black leather vests, and black work boots. They put on black skull caps and lock and load their guns. As they put on the computerized glasses, music hits...Stan and the Associate are now on the top of the computer building, where a helicopter is waiting for them. They get in to the helicopter and it flies up and takes them to the area where the party is. The helicopter leaves them five blocks from the house and then flies off.Stan: He could have at least flown us on to the right house.The Associate: Wouldn't you get suspicious if a fuckin helicopter landed on top of your house?Associate shakes his head and prepares to hop on to the next roof. He makes it, and Stan follows. They keep hopping until they reach the right house. They crouch on top of the building.The Associate: Fuck this chainsaw shit, there's already a hole right there. They're gonna hear a fuckin chainsaw going off.Stan: ...Don't.... move.The Associate: What, nigga?The camera closes in on Associate's head, a red sniper dot wiggles on his forehead.Stan: You got a fuckin red dot on your head.The Associate: Oh shit... you got a red dot on your head, too.Both: Oh SHIT!They dive in to the hole in the ceiling as gunshots go off and ricochet off of the ceiling. Cut to the inside of the house, in a dark room. Stan runs towards an open door which shines light in to the room.Stan: You go first, I'll follow.Associate slowly creeps out in to the hallway with his gun in hand. Stan lurks over on the other side of the dark hallway and stands in a shadow. Associate's light steps and quickness lead him to a staircase, right above the party.The Associate: Aight, nigga. Go. I got your back.Stan leaps over the steps and lands on his feet on the first floor, right in the middle of the party. He shoots his gun in the air and yells for everyone to get on the ground. A Stevens Family member stands up and reaches for his gun, the Associate shoots him in the arm from the top of the staircase. Associate runs down the stairs and joins Stan in the gunfight. Stan dodges bullets from Garcia Family members by rolling and using the TV for cover.Stevens Family Member: YO, HOLD YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN FIRE MAN! DON'T BE SHOOTIN HOLES IN MY TV!Stan: Fuckin nigger.Stan reloads his gun and turns quickly, kills three Stevens in a row and then one Garcia as the others scatter. The Associate kills three remaining Garcias in a row by shooting them in the head. The gunfire continues until only Stan and the Associate are left... until they hear breathing. They stand back to back in the middle of the room.Stan: You hear that?The Associate: Yeah...The camera focuses on the far away object, a light skinned black woman sitting at the kitchen table. Stan and the Associate turn their heads over and breathe a sigh of relief. They walk in to the kitchen and hold their guns up to her.The Associate: Heh... what should we do with her?Stan: What do you mean?The Associate: Well you know... we could make her give us oral pleasures.Stan: She looks like a good dick sucker.Suddenly, the woman spits on Stan. The Associate lunges forward and grabs her by the throat.The Associate: Where's the money, bitch?She begins to gasp for air and then stops... suddenly, she stabs The Associate in the side of the neck with a tranquilizer. He fades to sleep as Stan wipes the spit off of his shirt, facing away. As Stan foolishly looks away, she grabs the Associate's gun and creeps over, and then cracks Stan over the head with the gun.Fade to Black [/color][/center] When the scene comes back on, Stan and the Associate are just waking up... sitting back to back, tied up. They don't have the strength to speak, but their computerized glasses tell them all they need to know.Kimberly Stevens A.K.A.: K.S. Family: Stevens Occupation: Hoe They can't speak or move, but they can hear.Kimberly Stevens: Aight, nigga. I got these two fools knocked out. What you wanna do? Mmmm. Aight, nigga. Come over right now.She hangs up the phone and goes in to another room to freshen up. They finally muster up enough strength to move a little, when a knock on the door is heard. Kimberly comes back out and goes to the door, when it opens, a hispanic man comes in.Pedro Garcia A.K.A.: Big P Family: Garcia Occupation: Gangsta They kiss, and and then go in to the other room, presumably to have sex. The Associate finally gets up enough strength to speak.The Associate: The only thing worse than interracial sex is having sex with an enemy family. Fuckin hoe.Associate slowly reaches in to his armband and pulls out a razor blade. He is able to cut off most of the ropes and then releases himself from the rest, Stan does the same. Stan grabs on to the broken down sofa to pull himself up.The Associate: Should I wait until they're done?Stan: Just go kill 'em. No sense in letting them have the pleasure of an orgasm before death.Associates grabs a gun from the floor and limps his way over to the door. He slowly enters it, and as the door opens, thumping and yelling is heard. He closes the door, and gunshots go off as Stan grabs his chest. The thumping stops. Associate comes back out through the door and limps his way back to Stan.The Associate: The fuck we gonna do now?: YOU LOOKIN FOR THIS?Both men turn quickly to the staircase and see a heavy black man wearing camouflauge. His clothes are torn... why? We don't know. He's also bleeding. Why? We don't know. The only thing that we learn is who he is... The computer classifies him.Jack Stevens A.K.A.: Jack Steele Family: Stevens Occupation: Gangsta, Pro wrestling trainer
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 20, 2009 15:59:15 GMT -5
O P P O R T U N I T Y or a joke[/center][/font] Train was moving down the hallway when he heard boots slamming down the pavement. As he swung around, Rena Matheson dressed in her ring attire was barreling towards him. He gave her a confused look as she stopped at him, breathing heavily.Rena: hey ... *huff* *puff* Train: Can I help you?Rena: Man, I gotta quit smoking. Train: >____>Rena: WHOOOO alright, I'm good. Train: Congratulations. I want my rematch.Rena: Okay, so did you see my match? Train: No? Should I have watched?Rena: I just had a match like ... whatever. The point is I was just in a tag match against Andrew Black and Jonny Spade and I won. Train: Okay? Once again, congratulations.Rena: That means that I beat two members of The Untouchables! Train: Do you want a standing ovation?Rena: Honey, do you see how I'm dressed? I know where you're giving me a standing ovation. Train: uhhh...I don't follow.Rena: Anyways, since you're pretty simple minded I will calculate it for you. You think you can beat The Untouchables all by yourself- Train: I can! I don't need help...Rena: ... right. Anyways, you won't need to! If I have already been able to beat two members clearly you need me on your side. I am an asset to what you are trying to accomplish. Train: ..... HAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHARena: What? Train: You're joking, right? YOU!? YOU?!?! YOUUUUUUUUUU!Rena: Yes, me ... Train: I thought when you were suggesting last week that I couldn't do it alone I should get someone credible to help me.Rena: What? Train: And now here you stand telling me that you wanted me to pick you? HAHAHAHAHAAHA!! XDRena: I just kicked their asses! Train: *calms down* Rena, Rena ... how can I put this? Would I let you suck my dick? mmmmmaybe. Would I let you make me eggs in the morning? Fucking yes. Would I consider you an asset to my team? Weeeeeeellll if by team I meant me vs. you naked in an abandoned truck stop bathroom, maybe. But not against The Untouchables.Rena: Excuse me? Train: You're a chick. I-Rena: So it's a sex thing? WHAT THE FUCK does me having a vagina have to do with anything? Train: See, that! You're getting yourself pumped up with those hormones you have-Rena: Estrogen. Train: Okay, you girls get yourself all pumped up full with your Listerine-Rena It's called Estrogen, you idiot. Train: It doesn't matter. You get yourself pumped with it and BAM we're all sprayed with your period blood and tears. Eww!Rena: ... that has to be the biggest pile of shit I've ever heard. Train: Hey, it's science. Look it up, they've done studies. You can find it on the internet.Rena: So what you're saying to me is that because I'm a woman you're not going to let me join you in your little fight. Train: That would be correct. You are finally catching on woman!Rena; You're a fucking tool, you know that? I can't believe you're judging my ability because of my gender. You're a fucking retard. Train: Now, calm yourself. I don't want you spilling your period all over me. Hahaha...Rena: FUCK YOU, TRAIN! FUCK YOU! and with that conversation over, Rena pushed past Train and continued to stomp away from him in anger and frustration.[fade]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 20, 2009 16:00:01 GMT -5
===================== An Imminent Threat Chris Phenomenal and Senator ===================== The scene opens inside of the office of the Senator, whom usually pre-occupied in some paper work, is seen furiously rubbing at his title, a bottle of solvent on his desk as he removes any blemishes left on the title from last Thursday’s defacing of it by Mr. Red. There is a knock at the door and by the promptness of which it opens, even before Senator can answer it can only mean the appearance of one man, Chris Phenomenal.
Chris Phenomenal: What’s crackin’ Senny?
Senator looks up from his work at Chris Phenomenal, a smile crossing his face, half in amusement at his rebellious nature, the other unimpressed by his lack of manners, especially as he takes a seat and throws his feet up onto the Senator’s desk. Senator looks at the feet and then at Chris who gets the message and puts them down.
Chris Phenomenal: Sorry.
Chris looks at Senator who gives his belt a few quick buffers, before passing an envelope across to Chris who opens it and takes a look inside before putting it down and looking at Senator.
Chris Phenomenal: I’m assuming you asked me to meet you because of the emergence of Mr. Red?
Senator: I will presume that you were able to figure that out by yourself and did not have to ask Mister Fitsharris outside
Chris looks down at his feet before looking up at Senator who can’t help but chuckle.
Senator: You know I am just joking around Chris.
Chris Phenomenal: Ya. Before we begin though, what the hell is it with you and saying shit like I am instead of I’m.
Senator: It is becuase I do not wish to butcher the english language like others. There is no shame in being verbose.
Chris Phenomenal: Say what?
Senator shakes his head at Chris, dismissing the subject as he promptly gets to business.
Senator: You are right however. I have asked you here today to discuss these problems with Mister Red. I have no doubt that I will be able to sufficiently be able to handle him. In fact when I first heard that someone was coming back and challenging me I had presumed it was someone formidable like White Rose, Ridley, Andrew Hunter returning from the dead but…
Chris however interjects.
Chris Phenomenal: Wyvern?
Senator: We shall never utter that name again, now as I was saying, Mr. Red is nothing to concern ourselves with. While I have never held the entertainment championship and not to belittle your most recent reign as champion, when your claim to fame is holding that title three times, than you obviously are inferior to the upper echelon of wrestling that I have occupied for all of my career. In fact, if memory serves me…
Chris Phenomenal: I’m not here for a Senatorial history lesson. Now I know you have to have some sort of planned for this piece of shit. I mean I could always just blow a bullet through his ass…
Senator: You are correct Chris, I do have a plan in mind although I’m not certain if it is one that you will be most agreeable with considering your abrasive nature.
Chris looks at Senator imploring him to continue.
Senator: I propose that would do nothing with this annoyance. I am nearly certain that he has done this only for one final moment in the sun and he is not something we will have to worry about any longer as long as we keep our wits about us.
Chris Phenomenal: So you’re telling me that we’re just going to ignore him?
Senator: You are correct. Like the incessant pleading of a toddler, if we refuse to give into him, if we do not give him the attention he craves he will eventually cease and return back to what he was doing previously.
Chris Phenomenal: And what if he doesn’t.
Senator: Then we shall put him back in his place.
Chris smiles a bit at the mention of putting people in their place, cracking his neck as he takes the envelope that was previously on the desk and stores it in the kangaroo pouch of his hoody.
Senator: Tell me though, how are things coming along with the problems you seem to be having with Rattlesnake. I do hope you are not biting off more than you can chew.
Chris Phenomenal: Not in the least, tonight I’ve got a little surprise planned for him and after that, I’m sure he’ll get the message.
Senator: Just make certain that you do not be come to cock sure. It is not that long ago that he was the most feared man in this company.
Chris Phenomenal: It’s not long ago that the dinosaurs were alive either, only about a hundred years. I’ve got everything under control.
Senator can’t help but shake his head and smile as Chris smiles as well thinking that Senator is in agreement with him. The silence ensues for another second before the phone rings and Senator picks it up and listens intently for a few moments.
Senator: I will be right there.
Senator hangs up the phone and then looks back at Chris.
Senator: I am terribly sorry Chris, but an urgent matter has just come up that I have to attend to. One of my colleagues in Washington has just informed me of a situation that requires my area of expertise and it can not be put off until later. Now remember, nothing to do with Mister Red.
With that Senator quickly grabs his waist coat and fedora hat as he will be venturing out into the rain as Chris Phenomenal looks on as Senator heads out the door leaving Chris alone in his office as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 20, 2009 16:00:22 GMT -5
Bizarro Interview [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] The scene opens up to a backstage shot, where Kevin Anderson can be seen frantically texting something to some unknown party.Kevin: Macarena…will have more details… Kevin continues to mutter to himself and text away oblivious to the looming figure behind him. The man behind him gets very close to Kevin and breathes deeply on him, causing Kevin to spin around and face the horror that is Vortex’s mask. Kevin doesn’t know it’s Vortex—and really doesn’t care at this point—as he lets out a girlish scream and falls backwards looking up at the now towering Vortex.Kevin: Dear God! Vortex: …Hi.That single word is so mangled through the mask that one would think that Vortex was wearing a voiceover machine inside of his mask. Kevin certainly does not recognize the voice and scurries backwards, a look of shock on his face.Kevin: You! Y..y…you’re the one! Vortex: Dale a tu cuerpo alegria Macarena…Kevin: Yes! Why..why do you keep singing that damn song? Vortex: HEEEEY MACERENA! AAAhAA! With those words Vortex reaches down and lifts Kevin off of the floor with one hand, holding him by the neck. Kevin is now scared out of his mind and sits there still not wanting to make any sudden movements.Vortex: Let’s…have a chat. Ping…Kevin: W..what? Vortex: Pong! Vortex lifts Kevin higher in the air, tightening his grip. Kevin: *gasp* What are you…doing? Vortex: Chatting. BILLY MAYES HERE FOR TOMBSTONES! Kevin: That’s despicable! In his current state, Vortex couldn’t understand the meaning of ‘plain wrong comedy’ and proceeds to laugh through his mask at Kevin. Kevin decides not to dispute the moral nature of the previous comment as the need to breathe is far more important, and he simply stares at Vortex.Kevin: Who…are you? Vortex: Gertrude…I AM YOUR GRANDMOTHER! WATCH MY FORCE POWERS! Cue Kevin Anderson flying through the air and into the wall. He hits the wall with a loud thud and slides down it to the floor, dazed. Vortex laughs manically before getting down on his knees and putting his face right next to Kevin’s face. For the next few moments only Vortex’s breathing can be heard through the mask, Kevin is either opting not to talk or is too dazed to talk.Vortex: WAKE UP SALLY! Closed fist to face, and Kevin is on the floor…eyes wide with pain. Vortex is loving this and is about to lay into Kevin again before he his kicked in the mid-section and hefted across the floor.??: Enough! Abel walks into the shot and checks on Kevin to see if he’s still conscious. While he is checking, Vortex gets off of the floor and tackles Abel into the wall with a primal roar. Kevin still has some thought process to him as he quickly gets out his phone and starts recording the battle that is taking place.Vortex: I am VORTEX! Kevin’s eyes widen.Abel: No…you’re a lunatic! Abel hits Vortex a few times, which sends him backwards. Vortex hits the wall and slides down a bit, reaching for anything he can use as a weapon. Apparently, someone had dropped a pen earlier, as Vortex lunges off the floor with it in hand at Abel’s face. Vortex: Creative writing! PUT YOUR SOUL ON A POSTCARD! ACT NOW! Abel neatly dodges the attack and uses Vortex’s own momentum to send his skull into the concrete wall. A tremendous thud and Vortex is down for the count. Kevin: Here goes a million plus hits on YouTube! Abel doesn’t immediately understand what Kevin is talking about, and when he does realize that Kevin was recording the whole incident it is too late. Kevin is off and running like the roadrunner and Abel can do nothing but sigh and wonder how he is going to store Vortex and keep him from interfering with his own match later. As Abel ponders this question, he quickly drags Vortex down the hallway towards his locker room to avoid any further ‘fun’.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 20, 2009 16:00:43 GMT -5
Match 4: Keith Ian Andrews vs. Alex Trixer (Credit: Red Panther)
Born like this plays and Keith Ian Andrews makes his way to the ring, getting a mixed yet loud reaction. KIA rolls into the ring an awaits Trixer. Mirror Mirror plays and Trixer walks out to cheers. He walks down the ramp and when he reaches the bottom poses. Ready for action, KIA yells at him to enter. Trixer shakes his head and signs an autograph. Tired of waiting, KIA jumps up and hits a diving crossbody onto the steel ramp and then starts punching Alex in the face. KIA lifts Trixer up as the ref yells at them to enter the ring to start the match. KIA hits a drop toe into the steel barricade and then drags Alex into the ring.
Edison: Strong start by Keith, there!
KIA backs up and when Trixer gets to his knee KIA slams a shining wizard into him. Keith starts punching Trixer on the mat again until there is a small cut under Alexs eye. KIA lifts Trixer up and goes for a high kick, but Trixer grabs his leg, pushes it back and slams KIA to the mat with a Trip-up. Trixer gets on the attack with some stomps and elbow drops. Keith crawls up to his feet, blocks a punch and then ties up in a clinch. Trixer lands some knees into Keith until he doubles over. Trixer runs to the ropes and on the rebound dives over with a sunset flip but only gets a two count. Trixer sprints to the top rope as KIA gets up, and when Keith turns Trixer dives off with a diving clothesline, which Keith dodges and then follows up with a face punt.
As Trixer stands up Keith hits him with a huricanrana into a pin, but just gets a two. KIA locks in an armbar and knees Trixer in the ribs until he is almost out of it. Trixer is almost ready to tap when he barely slips his arm out. KIA lays knees into Trixers ribs and then drops an elbow onto Alex. Keith lifts Trixer up and knocks him down again with a leg lariat. KIA drags Trixer near a corner, gives him a hard kick to the ribs and then climbs the turnbuckle. Alex turns to the crowd, taunts them and hits The Terrordome! Not content, KIA lifts up the lifeless Trixer and hits The K.I.A! Keith covers and easily gets the three.
Winner: Keith, Ian, ANDREWS!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 20, 2009 16:01:01 GMT -5
At Home with the Jeffersons Jack Jefferson
Chinese food is the order of the day in the Jefferson household and Jack, his brother BJ, and BJ’s girlfriend Mizuki are sat around the dinner table happily tucking into the great cuisine in front of them. With a smile on his face and a mouthful of Chicken Chow Mein BJ makes a very profound statement.
BJ: This is some tasty shit!
Mizuki: No, Japanese food better! Me want sushi!
Jack: Raw fish? Fuck that!
Mizuki: Oooh! Why you so cranky Jack?
Jack: Because Gingerdude is a cunt. He refused to give me and BJ a tag title match!
Mizuki: Well d’uh, he wouldn’t wanna do that!
Jack: Why not?
Mizuki, who is clearly joking around, doesn’t seem to notice the serious tone to Jack’s voice. BJ looks tense as he can see Jack is in no mood for jokes, but he doesn’t have time to warn Mizuki of this fact because instantly she blurts her answer out.
Mizuki: Cos you ruibbish!
She laughs at her own joke and turns to BJ as she does so. Jack, however, doesn’t see the funny side and leaps to his feet whilst throwing his fist in Mizuki’s direction. He catches her on the right side of her face, splattering her nose and sending her sprawling backwards off her chair.
Jack: You disrespectful fucking whore! How dare you insult me like that!!
BJ is stunned for a second as Jack punches Mizuki but he soon regains his senses and he tackles his older brother as he is shouting at Mizuki, taking him to the ground. BJ begins raining punches down on Jack’s face but he does little damage as Jack is able to cover up and protect himself. The two both begin throwing punches at each other as they roll around on the floor, Mizuki’s crying and screaming providing the background noise to this crazy brawl. Eventually the pair rises to their feet opposite each other. BJ has blood trickling from the side of his mouth and Jack has a bloody nose. The two stare each other down, neither wanting to make the first move and get caught with a blow, when Jack speaks again.
Jack: So much for blood is thicker than water, eh? So much for you having my back to the bitter end! I can’t believe you chose that fucking whore over your own brother, you fucking punk! Take your bitch and get the fuck out of my house!!
BJ: With pleasure! I wouldn’t wanna stay here a minute longer with a fucking psychopath anyway! There’s something seriously fucking wrong with you!! C’mon Mizuki, we’re outta here!
Without as much as another word BJ and Mizuki walk straight out the door with Jack yelling after them calling BJ a “gutless coward” and Mizuki a “good for nothing whore”. As the door slams behind them Jack roars in anger and frustration then hurls a glass at the door, seemingly taking some satisfaction in the way it shatters into a thousand pieces.
Fade to Black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 20, 2009 16:01:31 GMT -5
===================== Round 2 Chris Phenomenal and Rattlesnake ===================== I’ve worked my whole life for this. I mean I seen so many roadblocks, so many doubters in my way. To be honest with you I see no body.
I’m THA BEST!
LISTEN!
“Tha Real CP” begins to play as Chris Phenomenal emerges from the back. He begins his descent to the ring slowly bobbing to the beat of the music with his head down. Reaching the foot of the ring Chris pauses and raises his head looking at the ring before exploding up onto the canvas. He quickly walks over towards Phillip Jones and grabs a microphone motioning for his music to be killed.
Chris Phenomenal: On Thursday night, I’m sure we can all recall what happened, I’m sure we all remember why I’m not out here with my entertainment championship. I don’t think we need to show a replay as over the past three days I’ve heard it all. “Chris thought he was invincible and Black showed him that he’s not.” “Chris didn’t expect anyone to come down, he was blufffin’ but Black called him.” “Chris just got a little too cocky and Black showed him up.” None of those are true, none of them really come close to what truly happened and that’s that I got beat. After putting on one of the greatest free matches in the history of wrestling, I decided to go one more round and in the end Black did exactly what I dared him to do and that’s make an impact.
Now I could come out here and start talking about my contractually obligated rematch, I could come out here and talk about how that loss is only going to make me better, which it is, and that the next time me and Black square off the result will be different. However looking at the landscape of ACW, I’ve come to the realization that I don’t want to be obligated to defend the entertainment championship anymore, so I am going to opt out of my rematch clause for the entertainment title. Good news for Andrew Black, but bad news for someone else, someone else like Rattlesnake.
Over the past two weeks I’ve had a few run in’s with him, last Thursday I destroyed Maverick, a man whom Rattlesnake was never able to defeat. I took him out like nobody’s business and yet Rattlesnake still didn’t seem to get the message that his time has come and gone. That people he could never beat, I’m taking out with one punch. I know he’s still around somewhere, probably lingering in the back in his little cess pool of a locker room watching this right now, so Snake, tonight it’s going to be round two, but this time it’s going to be a little different.
As I’m sure you all now, before signing with ACW Rattlesnake was a member of Chaotic Pro Wrestling, a organization where he is a Hall of Famer, where he ran the entire fucking show for over a year as there Xtreme Chaos Champion. He looked undefeatable until he came up against one man, a man who is here tonight. At there Devils Night pay per view in a hellacious match, the once unconquerable Rattlesnake met his match, eventually succumbing to the man, who tonight will step in to this very ring to face me.
Now as a little added motivation, a little something to make sure that no one thinks I’ve paid him off to roll over for me to showcase my dominance, I’ve decided to up the ante a little bit. If my opponent tonight wins his match against me, he will earn one hundred thousand dollars of my own money, in fact let’s bring the cash out now.
With that three heavily armed security guards come out from the back, one carrying a brief case another holding a pedestal and the third with his hand on his holster ready for anything that may happen. Eventually they reach the bottom of the ramp and place the pedestal down, and then open up the briefcase and place it on top of the pedestal as everyone in attendance can see roll upon roll of crisp hundreds.
Chris Phenomenal: So now that, that is out of the way, ladies and gentleman please give a warm welcome to the man who first defeated Rattlesnake, HARDCORE JAY!!!.
"New Disease" by Spineshank hits the PA system and white and red strobe lights start to go off as Hardcore Jay walks out through the curtain. He gets to the top of the entrance ramp and starts to jump up and down getting pumped up and then jogs down the ramp slapping a few of the fans hands and then slides in the ring. He then goes over to a turnbuckle and climbs up, raising his fists in the air as the fans cheer him on as Chris Phenomenal looks on, eventually he walks over to Chris and gets in his face before Chris puts the microphone to his lips.
Chris Phenomenal: Are you ready for this?
Hardcore Jay shakes his head yes as Chris smiles, chuckling to himself.
Chris Phenomenal: Let’s do this then.
Both men back away as referee Carter Donovan comes running down the entrance ramp and Chris removes his hoody.
McNally: Well Eddie it looks like we’re going to have ourselves an impromptu match here tonight.
Edison: And I really hope this Hardcore Jay knows what he’s getting into. Chris Phenomenal is a freak of nature in that ring, speed and size, there aren’t many old men who can keep up with him.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 20, 2009 16:01:59 GMT -5
(Impromptu Match: Hardcore Jay vs. Chris Phenomenal) (Credit: Chris Phenomenal)
The bell rings and Chris Phenomenal walks out of his corner and immediately him and Hardcore Jay lock up collar and elbow, Jay stands about 5’10” and is easily over dwarfed by the gargantuan Phenomenal. Quickly Chris backs him into the corner and unleashes a flurry of overhand chops before Carter Donovan gets in between the two to allow Jay out of the corner, once he gets out though he doesn’t stay on his feet as Chris takes him down with a cravate and quickly puts him into a chinlock, all the while smiling as the crowd jeers a bit. Eventually Jay makes his way to his feet and fires a reverse elbow at Chris who ducks it, and lets go of the chinlock to take him down with an ippon seionage, throwing him over his shoulder and going right back to the chinlock.
Chris Phenomenal: Come on old man, you can do this.
Chris laugs as Hardcore Jay once again tries to get to his feet and this time looks for a go behind and breaks the hold and looks to hit Chris with a german suplex. Chris however easily blocks it, tucking his left leg behind hardcore Jay and firing an elbow shot of his own that this Jay right on the side of his nose and a sickening crunch fills the arena as blood starts to pour from it, the elbow shot having obviously broken it. It doesn’t take long for Chris to take advantage as Hardcore Jay runs his hands through the blood leaking from his nose, but gets hit with a European uppercut, and then another one that backs him against the ropes. Chris presses him into the ropes and as he comes off of them quickly hits him with a short armed clothesline and lets loose another laugh.
McNally: Chris Phenomenal is a dangerous man, and this can only get worse for Hardcore Jay.
McNallys words are prophetic as Hardcore Jay slowly gets to his feet and Chris has him lined up for the finishing blow. Once Hardcore Jay gets to his feet it isn’t long before Chris takes his head off with a superman punch, sending him toppling to the canvas like a sack of hammers and Chris covers him for the fall. …1 …2 NO?
That’s right, No? With Hardcore Jay still out cold Chris stops the pin fall by getting up off of him and heading towards Phillip Jones asking for a microphone and getting one from him, as he steps back into the ring and Hardcore Jay is still out of it.
Chris Phenomenal: Common Rattlesnake, I know you want to come down here and attack me, to finally shut me up for once, well here is your opportunity to come and give me your best shot.
Chris waits and looks at Rattlesnake waiting, waiting for him to come down the ramp, waiting for him to do something. Obvious that it isn’t going to happen Chris lets out another laugh as Hardcore Jay uses the ropes to slowly get to his feet.
Chris Phenomenal: That‘s right, you need me to have my back turned so you can get in the first shot, so you can attack and run away. You know you can‘t hang with me, you know you‘re nothing but a decrepit has been. That said however, I‘ll give you a shot, I‘ll turn my back on your right now.
Chris puts the microphone in his left hand and turns around before connecting with another Superman Punch on Hardcore Jay, sending him down once again, this time into convulsions as Carter Donovan looks on, wanting to stop the match but the look Chris gives him disways any thought of doing that. With his back still turned to the entrance ramp Chris begins to speak again.
Chris Phenomenal: So you‘re not even going to attack me with my back turned. What do I need to do, tie one hand behind my back? Get on my knees and hog tie myself? Actually, what about blind folding myself?
With that Chris pulls his trademark red bandana out of the back pocket of his blue jeans. With one final glimpse at Hardcore Jay once again this time having taken a lot longer to get up, Chris ties it around his head, smiling.
Chris Phenomenal: What about now Rattlesnake, now that I can‘t see where you are coming from, have my back turned to the entrance ramp and am in the middle of the match, you have to come down and want to attack me. After all, that‘s how you made your living, sneak attack.
Again, nothing from Rattlesnake.
Chris Phenomenal: Well then, I guess this is…
Rattlesnake: Enough is enough Chris, you’ve made your point.
The crowd roars as Rattlesnake emerges on the Alphatron, but Chris is still smiling beneath the blind fold.
Chris Phenomenal: Well then, I better punctuate it and make sure you see what will happen if you stick around. So Snake, this is for you.
Finally Hardcore Jay has gotten to his feet and with precision and awareness, or maybe the sounds of Jay’s heavy breathing Chris leaps at him and connects with the third superman punch of the evening, and this time it’s more than enough for Carter Donovan to put an end to the carnage as he rings the bell and immediately calls for EMTS as Chris Phenomenal just smiles beneath the Bandana as Rattlesnake appears enraged on the Alpha tron.
Jones: Your winner, by knockout…CHRIS PHENOMENAL!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 20, 2009 16:02:54 GMT -5
===================== Escalation of Violence. Chris Phenomenal and Rattlesnake ===================== As Hardcore Jay is being strapped to a board Chris takes off his blindfold and turns and looks at Rattlesnake still on the Alphatron.
Chris Phenomenal: You see Snake, that could be you if you don’t quit and I know you don’t want that. I know I and everyone else wants to see you walk out of here in one piece, they don’t want to see you tarnish the legacy you’ve created in the ring. You even said so yourself against Senator, that the way he won, three years ago it wouldn’t have happened. You had a time Rattlesnake, and now it’s up to you to move on, you’ve seen what I’ve done to all the people you’ve had a history with, your former enemy, Maverick. The man who put an end to your title reign, Hardcore Jay. I’m not doing this to hurt them, I’m not doing this to goad you into accepting some ill fated challenge because I’d hate to have to do to you what I just did. I’m doing this as a favor, so you can realize that it’s time to ride your trusted stead into the sunset.
Chris looks up at the AlphaTron and Snake is silent for a few moments before shaking his head as Chris looks on.
Rattlesnake: You obviously have a very selective memory Chris. I did mention that something like that wouldn‘t have happened three years ago, but I also talked about how after the lay off I‘ve had, after my absence from the ring that I was slowly getting back to where I wanted to be. Slowly the fire was returning to the level it once was, that slowly I was going to come back to form. I‘m not quitting, not by a long shot.
Chris looks, nodding his head approvingly as Snake looks on.
Chris Phenomenal: You know what Snake, I knew you would say something like that, I knew that you were going to say that you weren’t ready to quit. They say we are always the last one to know that our time has passed us and how could I expect you to be any different. Over the past two weeks I’ve destroyed your foes, people who put you through hell and back, but deep down you probably got a sick sense of glee watching me tear them apart, you probably get sick pleasure out of seeing Hardcore Jay get wheeled up that ramp right now. That said however on Thursday I said I’d have a surprise for you, and I do. Hardcore Jay was just a warm up for me, something to get the blood flowing a bit.
I know that there is one way to get to you, to make you realize that you are better off taking shelter from the elements and that’s to go after the ones you’ve cared about. It was pain staking work, trying to find someone you were close too, throughout your entire life you’ve made friends and then either turned your back on them, or they’ve done the same to you. It took me countless hours to find someone who could be called your friend. Eventually I found him, and I’m sure you know who exactly I am talking about, but just in case, let’s bring him out here.
The sounds of “One Shot, Two Shot” by Eminem fill the arena as the look on Rattlesnakes face is one of disbelief as an older man, grizzled, looking a wee bit like Terry Funk in the old ECW comes down to the ring, staring at Chris Phenomenal, and at the case of money still being defended by the three armed guards. He stops in front of the ring, as Chris looks up with a smile.
Chris Phenomenal: It’s amazing what the allure of a one hundred thousand dollars will do for old wrestlers. Coupling that with the fact that they can step into the ring for one last time they will do almost anything.
Rattlesnake: You son of a bitch.
Chris can’t help but laugh at Rattlesnake, and looks down at the old man on the outside pacing back in forth. Chris motions for him to come into the ring as he looks at him, with one eye, and up at Snake with the other.
Chris Phenomenal: Ladies and gentleman, I’d like to introduce you to my next challenger, THE WARDEN!
The crowd doesn’t know what to make of this man, but Rattlesnake looks down on everyone, not believing his eyes.
Rattlesnake: Damnit Ronald, you know what this kid can do to you. You know what he’s going to do to you.
The personal use of his first name brings the sincerity out of Rattlesnake as he can’t believe what the hell is going on.
Ronald: Look Dustin, I know what I’m doing out here. I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve and I know I can handle him. You’ve proven that you still have what it takes and I want a shot. I didn’t quit wrestling, I was forced out of it and now it’s time to return back to the game.
Rattlesnake: Son of a bitch.
Ronald can’t help but shake his head at Rattlesnake before turning his attention back to Chris Phenomenal as this time it’s Joey Reynolds coming down to call the match, Carter Donovan having escorted the stretcher holding Hardcore Jay back to the ambulance.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 20, 2009 16:04:13 GMT -5
(Impromptu Match: The Warden vs. Chris Phenomenal) (Credit: Chris Phenomenal)
The Warden and Chris circled each other, but this one was destined to be a massacre from the begging as Chris connected with a knee lift and then a clubbing blow to the doubled over Warden sending him down to one knee. Once he gets up Chris connects with a combination of punches, straight right to the head, then a jab to the head, a right to the body and then finally using the added momentum to connect with a discus right that floors the warden as Chris places a boot on his chest and Joey Reynolds makes the count. …1 KICKOUT! Chris smiles at the Warden kicking out, before bending him over and throwing him into the corner turnbuckle and then charging in with a clothesline that holds him in there. Chris then goes right to the massive shoulder blocks, slowly waiting for the Warden to nearly get his breath back and then delivering another one. After five or six Chris backs away and this time he slumps over as Chris smiles looking down at his prone position.
McNally: Eddie, we know exactly what comes after this.
Edison: Brittle bones may not do well with this sort of impact.
Chris grabs the legs of The Warden and lines up his jaw with the bottom turnbuckle before leaning back and sending him flying into it with jaw shattering impact. Chris gets to his feet and smiles as Joey Reynolds looks on and The Warden rolls out of the ring, clutching his likely broken Jaw. The crowd roars however and as Chris Phenomenal turns around he eats a stiff right from Rattlesnake coming to the aid of his friend. Joey Reynolds immediately calls for the bell as Chris comes back with a right of his own. Back and forth the two brawl, even over the announcement of Chris Phenomenal as the winner by disqualification. Eventually Snake catches Chris with a shot that stomps him for a second and allows Snake to connect with his patented Jab combo, before slitering and taking Chris down with a hard clothesline sending him tumbling over the top rope and Snake follows in hot pursuit.
Edison: Shit meet Fan.
Snake grabs a hold of Chris Phenomenal and slams his head into the ring steps but Chris comes back the next time after blocking it with an elbow to the face, a kick to the outside of the knee and smashing Snakes face into the steel ring steps, before clocking The Warden with a big over hand right as he tried to get involved in the action. Snake came back with a right that backed Chris up before he fired one of his own. Snake looked to connect with another blow but Chris blocked it and then sent him stumbling over the barricade with a shot of his own as Warden slowly got to his feet. Chris turned and looked at Snake trying to hop back over the barricade to get at him before taking off at a sprint as The Warden got to his feet. Just like over a month ago though, physics of a two hundred and sixty five pound man running a four point six second fourty can not be over looked as he crushes into the ribs of The Warden sending him soaring through the air, into the solid barricade which crumples on impact as Chris looks on at the carnage before getting caught with a right hand by Rattlesnake who seeing the damage Chris has done to his team mate unleashes a fury on him un seen in the past few years.
McNally: Look at the smile on Chris’ face.
Edison: I don’t believe this.
Chris is now weaving around each shot of Rattlesnakes, not firing shots of his own before eventually Snake gives up as Chris slowly backs up the entrance ramp, a smile on his face as he leaps off the side to the arena floor, sticking the landing amongst sound equipment and what not, daring Snake to come down as he reaches down and grabs a microphone sitting amongst some equipment, and turning it on noticing it works looks up at Snake, about five feet above him.
Chris Phenomenal: Common Rattlesnake, you saw what I just did to your best friend. Don’t you want a piece of me, don’t you want to hurt me. Don’t you want…revenge.
Snake looks down at Chris Phenomenal, before turning his back on him and going to tend to the fallen Warden.
Chris Phenomenal: That’s right Snake, go tend to your fallen compadre. You’re not heartless anymore, you don’t have that fight in you. You’re nothing, you’re washed up, you’re a has been and at Seven Deadly Sins I’m going to prove it to you Rattlesnake. It’s going to be me vs. you and afterwards you’ll realize that you shouldn’t have come back in the first place, that you should have listened to me, that you should have stepped aside for progress.
With that Chris backs away into the under belly of the arena as another stretcher comes down the ramp for the warden, the carnage Chris Phenomenal has left behind tonight serving as a reminder of what he can do with one blow.
(Also Credit: Rattlesnake)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 20, 2009 16:05:09 GMT -5
My Name Is... Dan White, Frankie Siano The camera fades in, and there's a pop as Dan White is once again shown walking through the ACW corridors. But his trip is once again halted, and Dan White sighs as somebody else decides to come in and ruin his trip towards the back door. And the camera pans across, and we are greeted with the newcomer, Frankie Siano, who greets Dan with a smile and open arms.Siano: Brother, Brother, Brother! How you doing?! How are the kids?Dan is rather surprised by this warm welcome, and crocks an eyebrow at the recent addition to the roster. But before he can even utter a letter, Siano continues to talk.Siano: Word on the street is you’re a little stressed bro, so I’ve decided to cheer you up a little, help you relax!He goes in to hug Dan, and the look on the Welshman's face is certainly a picture. Eyes widened, he's not sure what to think of the situation, but it takes him just a couple of moments before he pushes Siano away, and begins to verbally abuse him.Dan White: Dude, what the fuck are you doing man?! I don't even know you! What's with the hugs? Do you want to become an addition to the floor? You ugly tosser. You're a bloody freak. Siano: You’ talking to me about ugly?! The day a fine figure man such as myself is given beauty advice from a Limey, and an ugly one at that is the day I pack it up and move on.Dan White: Well I'd rather be British than be a 70s bloody throwback! I mean what the fuck are you meant to be? Have you heard of a Gillette razor? And the neckerchief? Are you Freddie from Scooby Doo? No, you're bloody not. So stop looking like a prick. Siano smirks, and has to stop himself laughing. But his efforts are futile, and he is resorted into a snicker, as Dan crosses his arms, his temperament fading.Siano: Is that the best you can come up with? Bro, you may wanna check yourself before you start flapping your gums. I mean look at you, skinny jeans, studded belts and that entrance music. Didn’t anyone ever tell you?...Punk is dead! Dan shakes his head. He looks away as he puts his hands on his hips, and lets out a brief chuckle. But with the click of a finger, the entire situation changes, and Dan snaps. With lightning reflexes, he turns, grabs Siano, and pins him to the wall with force. Breathing heavily close to Siano's face, Dan is practically using all his will-power not to lay into the 'Playboy.Dan White: Listen, yeah? Don't FUCKING mess with me. I'm at the end of my bloody tether with people pissing me off, and the LAST thing I need is some crummy, washed-up nobody back chatting to me. So do not only me, but also yourself a favour, and cut the jip. Cos otherwise, you'll be out here as quickly as you came in. Siano's lip is suddenly cut out, as he holds his hands up, trying to reason with the angry Welshman.Siano: Whoa, Whoa, Whoa! What’s with the hostility Brother? I’m just trying to help!Dan White: What the hell are you talking about? Siano: Let me down, and I'll tell you.Dan hesitates for a moment, before letting Siano reason with him. He drops the new boy, and allows him to talk.Siano: You say you're stressed and pissed off, right?Dan White: Aye. Siano: Well, I have something that you might find...pretty relaxing.Siano pulls something out of his front pocket. But due to the angle of the camera, we're unable to quite see what he pulls out. Dan's eyes widen as he sees the object, and Siano goes on.Siano: Now I know what you might be thinking, and that's, “what the fuck is this dude doing?” Right?Dan furrows his brow, folding his arms again.Dan White: Yeah, that's about right. Siano: Well hear me out. This shit is brand new. Real soothing shit. I give you this shot for free, right? And then whenever you need me...He throws his arms up in the airSiano: Hey, I'm here for the foreseeable future.Dan scans the object in his hand, yet how Siano is positioned, we still can't see what it was. But after a couple of moments watching it, Dan tosses the object towards Siano, who catches it right next to his chest.Dan White: Whatever, dude. I grew out of that shit like 8 years ago. Find someone more vulnerable. I have a plane to catch. Dan walks off in somewhat of a bad mood, but Siano smirks, placing the object back into his pocket as he shouts out.Siano: Like I said, I'm sticking around for a while! Heheheh...He continues smirking as the camera fades out, suggesting that he has burrowed into Dan's head more than the Welsh Dragon would like to assume.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 20, 2009 16:06:46 GMT -5
Match 5: VorteX & Rena vs. Jonny Spade & Andrew Black (Credit: VorteX) VorteX & Rena vs. Jonny Spade & Andrew Black [/color][/center] “Out of the Ashes” hits and Abel is first out and he calmly walks to the ring. For better or worse, he was going to compete as Vortex tonight, and if all goes to plan, take home a win. Abel slides into the ring and faces the ramp awaiting his partner. “Touch of My Hand” hits and Rena appears at the top of the ramp, wearing something scandalous as always. Rena regards him with a stern stare as she walks down the ramp, and Abel wonders if the two will be able to keep it together as Rena has been in ‘bitch mode’ lately. Rena steps into the ring and continues to stare Abel down; Abel does not return the stare and continues to gaze at the ramp awaiting their opponents.
“Won’t Back Down” hits and Jonny Spade appears at the top of the ramp, a confident smirk on his face. He stops at the bottom of the ramp and stares into the ring, as Rena stares holes into him. Jonny laughs, Rena flips him off and mouths some obscenities, and Abel sighs as “Stimulate” hits....The roar of the ACW fans can be heard from just behind the curtain where the new Entertainment Champion, Andrew Black is standing. He wishes the crowd could just quiet down for two seconds as he holds the phone to his ear with one hand and covers the other with his free hand. Andrew Black: Hey, yeah its a little tough to hear, I am about to go out….thank you, yeah it was a good win...yeah, I’m your little champion ha ha. What? Oh the Untouchables? Yeah! You should be proud of me baby! What? Wait, what? I can’t understand what you are saying Ki-……...no way. He’s the crazy…..listen, I can’t talk about this now. My th….my theme is on. I’ll call you later. No, he has no idea. I’ll call you later. Bye. Love you too. Bye. Uh oh, drama. “Stimulate” by Eminem continues to play and Black emerges out of the back with the title high over his head. The camera cuts to the normal entrance view as the Entertainment Champion gets mixed reactions, cheers and boos. When he gets settled in the ring, he grabs a microphone and begins the State Of the Black address. Andrew Black: Now first things first, there is something I need to get off my chest, so bear with me. I’m sorry. Some of the group gasp in amazement as those two words come from the one cocky eighteen year old’s mouth.Andrew Black: For the past two months, I was an asshole. A cocky arrogant asshole who did not want to take advice from anyone. DNA was just trying to help. I saw ACW as the ghetto part of Detroit that I grew up in, where it is everyman for themselves. Then, when my friends came to see me fight at Omega Effect, I realized something. It’s not purely every man for themselves, its also strength in numbers. And when I heard three of the greatest fighters to enter this ring were looking for people, I signed my ass up ASAP. The chunk of people who were previously booing are starting to warm up to Black a little bit.Andrew Black: And now, with the help of the Untouchables and the overconfidence of one Chris Phenomenal, I am now the ACW Entertainment Champion. And with that, comes one promise. The promise to entertain. And I am going to honor that promise tonight as I tag with one of the members of the undisputed, best team in ACW history, Jonny Spade. Black’s speech concluded, the crowd is filling the arena with a mixed reaction of boos and chants. Abel makes a ‘ladies first’ gesture and steps out of the ring, and Spade and Black agree on Black starting first. Rena isn’t too happy about this and starts towards Spade’s corner, when RAF grabs her to hold her back. A few stern words and we’re off.Bell Rings. Black approaches Rena and cockily extends his hand for a pre-match handshake. Rena views this as an insult and takes Black’s hand then simultaneously delivers a stunning kick to the groin. RAF flies over to the pair like a bat out of hell and warns Rena not to do that again, then checks on the downed Black. Rena walks over to Black—shoving RAF out of the way in the process—, takes his head and delivers a huge DDT. Rena is all over Black delivering mounted punches, which causes the crowd to go nuts. Black is tired of being beaten up and shoves Rena off him forcefully before getting up and going for a roundhouse. Rena is too fast and ducks under, however Black is even faster and grabs her as she is rising and hits a back suplex causing the crowd to groan and the ring to shudder. Black pins. 1…2..kickout! Rena kicks out of the pin and immediately gets to her feet. Black goes for another roundhouse and Rena rolls under and tags Abel in. The crowd roars as apparently they’ve caught on to the hidden rivalry between Abel and Vortex, and Abel springs off of the ropes catching Black with a flying splash. The two men hit the mat and Abel quickly lifts Black up and brings him back down with a snap suplex. Abel pins. 1…2…kickout! It’s Black’s turn to kickout and he does so with force. The two men rise—although Black rises faster—and Black hits Abel with a roundhouse to daze him and then a quick DDT to down him. Instead of pinning, Black takes the wiser course of tagging out to Jonny Spade. Spade picks Abel off of the mat and hits a huge vertical suplex, which prompts a big reaction from the crowd. Spade isn’t done there, he picks Abel back up and hits a pendulum backbreaker which causes a cry of agony from Abel. Spade pins. 1…2….kickout! Abel gets his shoulder up and comes to the realization that Vortex’s profession is harder than it looks. Spade picks Abel up one more and is met with a right hand to the face and then a lighting fast spinning heel kick, then transfers that into a front facelock sprawl. RAF drops to the mat looking for a possible submission and Spade fights to get out of the hold. Spade finally manages to free himself from the hold and pushes Abel off him. The two men rise and Spade goes for a right hand, however Abel quickly spins around back and takes him down with a rear waistlock takedown. The crowd roars and Abel tags out to Rena, which causes an even bigger reaction from the crowd. Rena wastes no time stepping in the ring and delivering fierce kicks to the head of Spade while screaming “who’s the bitch now?!”. RAF begins to count and Spade grabs Rena’s leg, pulling her down to the mat. Spade uses this opportunity to rise and lock in a high angle boston crab, causing a raucous response from the crowd. Rena screams in pain as Spade applies the hold with force, and RAF looks for a tapout. Rena maneuvers herself towards Abel’s side and looks for a tag, however none is to be found as Spade pulls her back towards the center of the ring and puts the hold on once more. Abel decides to throw caution to the wind and when RAF isn’t looking he climbs to the top rope and leaps off with a Blackout dropkick. The kick connects, RAF spins around to see what happened, Abel rolls out of the ring as fast as possible, the crowd goes insane, Spade drops like a ton of bricks, and Rena quickly pins all in the span of about 3 seconds. 1…2….kickout! Rena picks Spade up off the mat and slaps him hard in the face before whipping him into the ropes. Before Spade can fully rebound, he is met with a clothesline and then Rena uses momentum to transfer herself into a hanging headscissors choke. The crowd roars and Rena is both applying as much pressure as possible while talking as much smack as possible. Spade now feels the full impact and strength of a woman’s legs (especially a very pissed off woman), and looks to actually be losing a bit of consciousness. Black realizes this and drops to the floor, then delivers a stunning roundhouse to Rena’s head causing her to break the hold and fall to the floor. RAF is quick to make his way to the ropes and warn Black, who pays no mind and whips Rena into the guardrail. RAF warns Black once more to get in the ring or face disqualification, and Black simply laughs and rolls Rena back into the ring. Spade is up and lifts Rena up into the air before coming down with a very forceful S Drop #3 (rock bottom to backbreaker), which causes a huge groan from the crowd. Before Spade goes for the pin he glances over at Abel to see if he’s going to make a move, and notices that Abel is staring off into the crowd. Spade unwisely follows his gaze to see the masked Vortex standing on the stairs holding a tray full of peanuts and beer. Before anyone in attendance can react, Vortex screams “ FReEeEEeEeEeIEIEEO!” and throws the tray up into the air showering peanuts and beer all over everyone. Security reacts and rushes up the stairs; however before they can reach Vortex he catches a bag of peanuts and whips it towards the ring. ENDING 1: The bag of peanuts catches Spade in the face and he stumbles backwards, long enough for Rena to weakly make the tag to Abel. Abel quickly enters the ring and catches the dazed Spade with a Whirlwind of Destruction and pins. Black attempts to break up the pin, however the chaos of the moment is too much and no one breaks the pin. 1…2….3! Phillip: Here are your winners…Rena and Vortex! “Out of the Ashes” hits and Abel finds that it is wisest to exit the ring hastily and let the situation Vortex has caused to take precedence over his win. Abel then turns and walks to the back without a second look at the ring.
Fade.
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