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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 23, 2009 15:40:14 GMT -5
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Match 1: Keith Ian Andrews & The Red Panther vs. The Lost Boys
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Match 2: Frankie Siano vs. LyCoS
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Match 3: Chris Phenomenal vs. Jack Jefferson
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Match 4: Dan White vs. Mystery Opponent
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Match 5: Thunder Train vs. Jason Freeman
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 23, 2009 15:40:42 GMT -5
Segment: The Revealed Interview (Credit: Red, Senator)
As the show begins, the camera shows the recently returned Mr. Red in a rather bizarre location: the ACW production booth.
Mr. Red: Hey, nothing like opening the show up with a little Red! They say I can't come within the line of sight of Senator Steve Phillips, but that doesn't mean I can't show the people what he's been doing behind closed doors!
The audience cheers Red's line, hoping to hear of some horrific scandal.
Red: Yeah, I heard through the grapevine that the Senator had ACW withhold a certain interview he recently was a part of, but guess what? The footage still exists! Senator, I may not be able to break my Louisville Slugger over your head right now, but I can hurt you worse, listen up people, here's some good stuff! Play it!
ACW Technician: Sure thing, Red...
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The "banned footage" opens up, rather innoiciously showing Senator Steve Phillips in the back, reluctantly standing alongside “The Internet” Kevin Anderson, both prepared for an interview.
The Senator: Look, before we get started here, I want to make one thing dreadfully clear, if I want you gone, you will be outta here!
Anderson: Uh, ok, so, first question, you seemed to be pinned outright by Jason Free…
Senator: Anderson, you are a pitiful excuse for an interviewer. If you wish to continue to pester me, go right ahead, but I promise you that if you do so, I shall be forced to render you inoperable, an action which our Chairman will not appreciate. So, then…
Phillips whips out his phone, and makes a quick call.
Senator: Mr. Kalb…good, bring both of them over here.
Anderson: Wait, aren’t you going to answer the…
Senator: I told you, I was sick and blasted tired of listening to you prattle on and I…
Without warning, Phillips grabs his foe by his ample mass of hair, and swings him right into a knee to the face. Anderson whips back staring up at the ceiling before collapsing in a heap.
Senator: Hmph, too easy. Ah, thank you, Mr. Kalb, you are excused now to go about your tag team business.
Anthony Kalb, who had accompanied two individuals to the interview area, salutes his boss before departing from the scene.
Senator: Just the two people who I wanted to talk to here! Miss Charlotte King, and Mr. Keiji Makabe!
Charlotte: Oh no, you didn’t do that to Kevin, did you?
Senator Yes, and he had it coming, as usual.
Charlotte: That wasn’t very nice!
Senator: No, but nice men finish last in this industry. Miss Charlotte, you are now my official interviewer, on one condition.
Charlotte: Which is…
Senator: That you read me the questions that I hand you.
Charlotte: That is against ACW policy, I mean, Ginger would have my head for doing that!
Senator: And I will not only pay you extra, but him as well. I cannot deal with such inept idiots such as the man at my feet, and your finely combed hair is a far superior sight to behold than his ridiculous blond afro. I prefer my interviewers to be the types I would ask to dinner, as opposed to the types who I would make mincemeat out of.
Charlotte: Ok…so…I’m supposed to ask you about what’s going on with our referees….
Senator: Splendid! ACW’s referees have been atrocious as of late, I respect Raymond Allen Fleming, but I feel that a champion should be able to select his own officials, in order to avoid bias and controversy. As such, I have hired Keiji Makabe back to ACW to officiate over my matches. Mr. Makabe is a longtime veteran who was once the go-to man for difficult and dangerous situations. He is the only man I trust to officiate during my title defenses.
Charlotte: So then…what about ---
Red: Alright, the rest is boring. I told you what I'd show would be good! Senator's paying everybody off! The referees, Charlotte, even Ginger! Just you wait until Seven Deadly Sins, when this stupid restraining order is gone, no bribe in the world's gonna save you from me!
Fade Out
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 23, 2009 15:41:16 GMT -5
It’s Gone Too Far Jack Jefferson
Flashback to Monday night and about 30 minutes after his confrontation with his brother BJ Jefferson is pacing around his suite in The Marriott Hotel situated on ACW Island. Mizuki is sat on the bed, a shiner already developing to close up her right eye and there is toilet roll stuffed into both her nostrils to stem any bleeding. There is a knock on the door but BJ refuses to move and signals for Mizuki to stay where she is until a woman’s voice shouts through the door.
Woman: Room service!
BJ makes his way across to the door, swinging it open with a ferocity that shocks the female staff member waiting outside. In her hand she holds something wrapped in white Butcher’s Paper.
Woman: You ordered a raw steak?
BJ: Yeah.
Without so much as a thanks BJ snatches the package out of her hand and stares at her when she doesn’t leave.
Woman: Is there anything else I can get you sir?
BJ: Did I ask for anything else?
Woman: ...no.
BJ: Then what the fuck do you think?
Woman: I’m sorry sir, I was just asking.
BJ doesn’t even bother responding to this statement, slamming the door in her face instead. Mizuki gets to her feet and walks over to BJ, wrapping her arms around him.
Mizuki: C’mon baby, you need to relax.
She begins massaging his shoulders and his head lolls back like she’s finally getting through to him but he suddenly snaps his head forward and brushes Mizuki off, beginning to pace around the room again.
BJ: Relax? How can I relax?! Look what that bastard has done to your beautiful face! Put this on your face, it’ll help with the swelling.
He tosses her the steak, not even breaking his stride as he does so. The pent up rage is evident on his face and he can only keep it in so long before he roars and smashes his fist into the wall, drawing his own blood.
Mizuki: Oh my god your hand! C’mon baby you need to calm down before you do something you regret. What’s done is done and there’s nothing you can do about it now.
BJ: No, that’s where you’re wrong. There is something I can do. Jack needs professional help and if I got it my way, he’s gonna get it!
BJ looks like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and a light bulb has been illuminated above his head as he makes this statement.
BJ: Yeah, operator? Get me...
Fade to Black
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 23, 2009 15:41:36 GMT -5
Segment: Triatha-WHAT?! (Credit: BK London & Jay Zero)
As the segment opens, we're brought to the lavish office of Chairman Jonathan Gingerdude - and on one side of his office appears to be the representatives of the Senatorial Stable, The Capitalists - who get not exactly a positive reaction from the crowd. And on the other side of things, appear to be the crowd favorites and the unpredictable duo of Jay Zero and BK London - who despite hating each other's guts, have mutually decided to ruin The Capitalists by taking the Tag Team Titles for themselves.
Chairman Gingerdude: Alright gentlemen, I've assembled all four of you here today to talk about the stipulation - or special twist rather, for your Best of 5 Series match tonight. I've thought long and hard about this, and...
BK London: Oh here it goes.
Jay Zero: Just let him talk. [/b]
Kevin Fitsharris: Yeah London, shut up.
Jay Zero: No, no! You don't get to tell him to shut up! You shut up! [/b]
Anthony Kalb: No, you shut up.
BK London: You shut up!
Chairman Gingerdude: Listen, everyone here just SHUT UP. Alright?! Tonight, will be not an ordinary match as you have experienced before. Instead, I test your teamwork in the first ever Tag Team Triatholon.
The Capitalists & Zero/BK (in unison): TRIATHALON?!
Chairman Gingerdude: A triatholon indeed...
BK London: Whoa whoa whoa, I came back to wrestle. I didn't come back to run any long miles, swim across rivers, and bike up ACW mountain in an allotted amount of time. I won't allow it!
Jay Zero: ...and you team me up with him for what reason now? [/b]
Chairman Gingerdude: Hush, it's not an iron man triatholon - it's more of those games you see at family reunions and at the ACW picnic and stuff. The first round will be an egg toss..
Kevin Fitsharris: Oh, we so got that.
Chairman Gingerdude: ...a three legged race...
Anthony Kalb: Oh, I know we got that!
Chairman Gingerdude: ..and apple bobbing!
Kevin Fitsharris: Oh we definitely...wait what?
BK London: Sounds like you're quite the master at 'bobbing for apples' Mr. Fitsharris.
Jay Zero: Why does that not shock me? [/b]
Chairman Gingerdude: Well, with that said. The triatholon will happen periodically through the night, and if The Capitalists win - then they will be awarded the ACW Tag Team Championships. If the team of BK London and Jay Zero...
Jay Zero: Whoa, whoa! It's Jay Zero and BK London... [/b]
BK London: No, you said it right the first time...
Jay Zero: No, he needs to paraphrase it! [/b]
Chairman Gingerdude: Whatever! The point is, if you two win tonight - then the matches are tied and you will have a final contest at Seven Deadly Sins next week Saturday...Now get out of my office! All of you.
The Capitalists exit the room first, and both London and Zero try to exit the office - but both men want to leave first. They try to squeeze out the door together, but Zero's small frame squeaks him out ahead of London. Will these two get along tonight?
Tag Team Triathlon - TONIGHT!
Fade Out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 23, 2009 15:41:54 GMT -5
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.
Jake 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.
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.
Fade Out
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 23, 2009 15:45:18 GMT -5
Match 1: Keith Ian Andrews & The Red Panther vs. The Lost Boys
"Cry Little Sister" by the Sisters of Mercy booms out as the lost boys make there way out to a great reaction. Both slide into the ring and climb the turnbuckles. Ready for action. They stand on the two turnbuckles facing the ramp waiting for KIA and TRP. Up of nowhere TRP and KIA slide in to the ring from the crowd and slam the Lost Boys to the mat.
Joey Reynolds creates order, making KIA and Memnoch the legal men. On the way to his corner Panther elbows Memnoch in the face, allowing Keith to take him down with an armdrag. Memnoch rolls into his corner and gets advice from Uriel before running it KIA, nailing a strong enziguri. Memnoch drops an elbow on KIA and then drags him up, but is met with a knee to the face and a leg lariat. KIA drags Memnoch too the heel corner, tagging in Panther. KIA puts Memnoch in a full nelson as Panther lays into him with a Honolulu combo, sending him to the mat. Panther stands up Memnoch and whips him into an empty corner. Panther charges Memnoch with a jumping knee strike followed by a major beating.
Maxwell: A violence party! Hell, let's call it a Hawaiian violence party.
Edison: Very clever Maxwell
Memnoch falls to the mat holding his face, so TRP drags him by the arm to the heel corner and tags in KIA. KIA ascends p top straight away and goes for a flying elbow, but memnoch rolls out the way, runs and tags in Uriel. Uriel comes in running but is met with a shining wizard and a series of punches from on top, courtesy of Keith Ian Andrews! KIA locks in an armbar, stretching away at Uriel's elbow. Uriel stretches his other arm, trying to get a rope break. Seeing this, Panther drops down, runs to the rope Uriel is going for and pulls it back, just out of Uriel's reach. The ref notices this and sends Panther back to his corner, allowing KIA to poke Uriel in the eye and mount him, slamming punches into him.
Uriel is pushed against the ropes, so can't duck his head down. Finally Uriel catches one of KIAs punches and pushes him off. KIA and Uriel lock up in the middle of the ring, pushing at each other. Despite being slightly smaller, Uriel pushes Keith away and goes for a drop kick to knee, which KIA jumps over, landing on Uriel's waist. Keith lifts Uriel up by the hair, runs to his teams corner and slams Uriel straight into the corner post. KIA holds Uriel as he tags in Panther, who climbs to the top rope. KIA pushes Uriel into the corner, setting Panther up for the choke'a'rana. Panther drills way at Uriel's face while choking him. Uriel gets a foot on the ropes, so KIA drops back onto the floor, yelling that he got hit in the eye by a penny.
Edison: Come on ref, he has the rope!
At last Joey Reynolds notices the foot, and tells Panther to let go. Panther stands up to complain, and is hit with an up kick. Uriel gets up and sprints to his corner, just tagging in Memnoch, who runs in and plants Panther with a tornado DDT! Panther kicks out at about 2.25, gets up and then dusts himself off laughing at Memnoch, who runs in for a clothesline, which Panther ducks, allowing him to hit a Barrett .50 cal. Panther keeps the leg hooked but only gets a two. As Memnoch rises, Panther grabs him and locks in a cobra clutch. The ref raises Memnochs arm, and drops it. He does the same, and Memnoch drops his arm a second time. Reynolds does it a third time, this time Memnoch keeps his arm up, causing the crowd to cheer. Panther throws Memnoch to the mat, turns and hits Uriel off the apron with a Way Of The Panther.
Edison: Oh come on, that was NOT called for, ring the bell Joey!
As Panther yells at Uriel, Memnoch sneaks up on Panther and puts him in a backslide pin. Memnoch gets a two count, but Panther just rolls out. As Memnoch gets up, Panther whips him into his corner, were KIA is. Panther tags in KIA and hoists Memnoch up with the Tiger Shark Trap, allowing KIA to lay a punch combo into Memnoch. The ref forced Panther out as KIA drags Memnoch to the middle of the ring and hits him with a DDT, cutting Memnochs nose. As Memnoch gets up, KIA knees him in the jaw and locks in a standing surfboard stretch. Memnoch struggles and screams, eventually pulling his arms out of KIAs grip. KIA whips Memnoch into the corner and follows with a spin kick, sending Keith onto the apron. Memnoch stumbles into the middle of the ring, allowing KIA to hit him with a springboard elbow.
Edison: Very nice by Keith Ian Andrews!
KIA covers, but can't put Memnoch away! Tired of not being able to put away Memnoch, KIA whips him against the ropes, looking for a big move, but on the rebound Memnoch hits him with a satellite head scissors takedown! Both men are exhausted and start crawling to there partners, looking for a hot tag! Using the last of there strength, both men dive for the tag, KIA getting it, and Memnoch coming just short. Memnoch goes for it again, but this time Panther dives onto his outstretched arm! Panther locks in the Kimura, tearing at Memnochs weak arm. Memnoch crawls away from Panther, coincidently away from Uriel! Panther keeps the hold locked in, but Memnoch gets the rope. Panther keeps the hold locked in until the five count, finally letting go. Panther tosses Memnoch into the middle of the ring and then mounts him, pounding away at his face with hard hammer fists.
Edison: Memnoch is tired, bleeding and isolated!
The ref breaks up the pounding session, but not before Memnochs face is covered in blood. Panther drags Memnoch to the corner and tags in KIA, who is now refreshed. Panther and KIA beat Memnoch into the corner and then Panther leaves. KIA kicks Memnoch in the face, and then lifts him up for the K.I.A. Seeing this, Uriel charges in, prompting Panther to charge in as well. Panther runs straight up to Uriel and KOs him with the Samoa Spin Kick! KIA finishes The K.I.A and cover, getting the three after a very dominant performance.
Winners: Keith Ian Andrews & The Red Panther!
Panther and KIA raise there hands up in victory as KIAs theme plays.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 23, 2009 15:45:38 GMT -5
"Strange Presence" [/font] Rep[/center] Fade in from black. The scenery is dark, and quiet. Outside of some type of barn in a rural area. It's too quiet. The void of sound is slowly overtaken by the low hissing of a nearby black vulture, standing on a wooden fence. In the distance, the wooden fence continues down, several other black vultures then land on the fence and their distant barking transitions the scene from quiet, dark and empty to an area of life... dark life.Tonight's story is somewhat unique and calls for a different kind of introduction. The dark grass that lays on the ground in the distance stands up through a heavy fog, which haunts over the air, far off and close up. Fade slowly to another area, an empty road. The fog still heavy, and the vultures still barking. The camera is moving, or hovering, down the road. Slowly, but moving nonetheless. The dark grass on each side of the road sticks out towards the center, it's uncut and has been like that for a very long time. A vulture flies by, the black silhouette of the bird streams past the already dark sky. Where are we going? The answer remains to be seen. Perhaps our narrator can shed some light on this dark and confusing setting.A monster has arrived in the village. The major ingredient of any recipe for fear... is the unknown. This person... or thing, is soon to be met. He knows every thought, and he can feel every emotion. Oh yes, I did forget something didn't I? I forgot to introduce you to the monster... As we reach the end of the road, we close in to a log cabin. The fog covers the camera and we then fade to another scene, inside of the log cabin.A little girl sits on the ground all alone in her socks, with her only toy of a music box. She opens it up and the gentle tune plays, she sits here and sings with the song, for most of her days. She hums the one song that she's ever known, she feels all the notes down through to her toes. Some would be sad, but the girl is just glad to have known, the friend of the song, she's not alone. She knows every last high and low by her heart, the melody, her friend from the dark.The girl hums along with the song and the camera closes in on the wall close behind her. A shadow reflects off of the wall, a man's head. The shadow closes in towards the girl and as the narrator speaks, he strangles her.An unknown monster is about to embark, From a far corner, out of the dark. A nightmare, that’s the case. Never Never Land, that’s the place. This particular monster can read minds, Be in two places at the same time. This is judgement night, execution, slaughter. The devil, ghosts, this monster may torture. But you can be sure of one thing. That’s fate. A human presence that you can feel is strange. A monster, that you can see disappear. A monster, the worst thing to fear. Somebody killed Little Susie The girl with the tune Who sings in the daytime at noon She was there screaming Beating her voice in her doom But nobody came to her soon
A fall down the stairs Her dress torn Oh, the blood in her hair... A mystery so sullen in air She lie there so tenderly Fashioned so slenderly Lift her with care, Oh, the blood in her hair...
She knew no one cared...
She lie there so tenderly Fashioned so slenderly Lift her with care, So young and so fair [/color][/font][/center] The camera zooms out to reveal the girl laying motionless on the ground, with the blood in her hair.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 23, 2009 15:46:14 GMT -5
Formalities [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] The scene opens up to Chairman Gingerdude’s office, where he can be seen sitting at a desk concentrating on finishing some paperwork. A few seconds pass before Abel walks into the office, finally working up the courage to approach upper management with his impersonation gimmick. If Vortex’s mental health did not improve soon, Abel was going to have to wrestle at 7DS in his place, so he might as well get very comfortable at impersonation now.Gingerdude: Vortex, how are you this evening? Gingerdude had not looked up from what he was doing, yet somehow he knew.Abel: Decent enough. How did you… Gingerdude: The new hair color. It’s hard to be stealthy around a person with good peripheral vision when your head is the color of a stop sign. Abel: I thought I’d switch things up a bit… Gingerdude: Bold is out of character for you. Time to get off the subject. Gingerdude seemed skeptical already, and if he found out there could be a lot of trouble convincing him to let this act continue.Abel: It may be, however I’m dealing with The Reprobate now. Subtlety doesn’t get through his head…speaking of which, is the match contract finalized? Gingerdude: Yes, I just finished up my part before you came in here. Unfortunately, The Reprobate wishes not to do one of those fancy ‘in-ring signings’ and has already signed. All I need is a signature from you, and we are good to go. Gingerdude holds out a pen, in which Abel takes and looks down at the contract. The match was booked as a standard match, one fall, and was to take place at Seven Deadly Sins. This seemed reasonable enough, and Abel reaches down to sign his name. Instead of handing the contract back to Gingerdude, Abel takes it.Abel: I’m not about to hide this from the fans. Before Gingerdude can react, Abel walks out of the office. As the scene fades, Gingerdude simply shrugs and goes back to work.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 23, 2009 15:46:36 GMT -5
===================== Mutual Disrespect Chris Phenomenal and Jack Jefferson ===================== The scene opens with Chris Phenomenal standing in front of an ACW backdrop next to the inquisitive Kevin Anderson. Chris appears to be fully focused in preparation of his match tonight against Jack Jefferson, dressed in his entrance attire ready to go.
Kevin Anderson: Ladies and gentleman, at this time it is my pleasure to be joined by the former entertainment champion, Chris Phenomenal. Now Chris, last week you attacked not one, but two men with a history with Rattlesnake. Are you at all concerned that tonight he is going to interfere in your match?
Chris Phenomenal: Tonight, I’m not worried about Rattlesnake getting any retribution, tonight I’m not even focused on him. I’m all but certain that he isn’t going to show up tonight because he’ll have realized that what I’ve been saying for so long is true and that he’ll be haulin’ ass in trainin’ to prepare for me even though it’s futile. I’m faster, I’m stronger, I’m better in the ring, I’ve been through more in my life, god damnit there isn’t a single thing that gives Rattlesnake a hope in hell at winning this match.Kevin Anderson: This is going to be your first real test coming off your entertainment title loss to Andrew Black. Is there going to be any form of message sending that that was a onetime occurrence?
Chris Phenomenal: Every time you step into the ring it’s about sending a message, you want to let everyone in the back know that you are the biggest dog in the yard. Sure there’s added motivation coming off losing my title, sure there’s an extra focus on this match to make sure that I have no weakness before Seven Deadly Sins against Rattlesnake, but I’m not worried, I’m the future of this business and tonight I’m going to show it.Kevin Anderson: What do you think your chances are in the squared circle tonight?
Chris Phenomenal: What do I think my chances are tonight Kevin. I think they’re very high. Tonight, like Matt Hardy I’m going to slap a Tornado. I…There is a small pop that can be heard at the mention of the former persona of Jack Jefferson as Kevin Anderson interjects.
Kevin Anderson: Chris, I don’t think he goes by that any more now he goes by…Jefferson: Jack Jefferson. With that the enigmatic Jack Jefferson walks onto the cameras view staring down Chris Phenomenal who returns it. The air becomes tense as Kevin Anderson looks on, not wanting to get in the way of these two temperamental individuals.Jefferson: Not so long ago we were going one-on-one and I had one hand on that Entertainment Title before my fucktard so-called little brother got involved. You ran off with your tail between your legs and the title in your hands. Tonight is gonna be a different story! BJ isn’t gonna be anywhere near that ring so there’s not gonna be any disqualification finish or interference for you to blame your loss on. One thing is for certain though, after that match you will be able to say, without a shadow of a doubt, that Jack Jefferson is better than Chris Phenomenal!
Chris Phenomenal: That’s a fuckin’ load of shit and you know it Jefferson. Earlier on April 6th in fact, I beat you. Three days later, I once again beat you, this time to win the entertainment championship. Jack Jefferson, you may have been around a little longer, you may have been part of some tea drinking, nanny shagging little group with Hughes and White, but none of this makes you special, none of this means that you’re “better than me.” As far as I’m concerned you ain’t nothin’ but a chump.The word chump rings in the ears of Jack Jefferson a few times as Kevin Anderson turns and looks at him to retort. Chris delivers a sly smirk which causes Jack to fly off the handle and immediately come at Chris with a punch and gets one right back, the two not willing to wait until there match tonight. The two continue fighting up against the sound equipment behind them, and then Chris slams Jefferson through the back drop right into a pile of crates. Jefferson doesn’t leave himself in a precarious position coming back with a shot of his own after ducking a shot of Chris’ sending him through a couple of crates as finally Gingerdude and his security force arrive on the scene, trying to separate the two. Inevitably though both men simultaneously break free of the wave of black and go at each other with clubbing rights to the respective faces. Finally more security arrives and the two succumb under the sure man power, ten a piece restraining them as Gingerdude looks on, thinking about what could possibly come to if this is just the start to his night.
Gingerdude: Jesus Christ, the both of you. I don’t care how volatile your tempers are you are going to restrain them until your match tonight, and to make sure of this.Ginger turns to the head of security.
Gingerdude: I’m placing you and your men in charge of escorting Mr. Jefferson and Mr. Phenomenal to their dressing rooms until their respective matches. I don’t make money on petty street fights, I make it in the ring. Now good day to you all.With that Ginger turns on his heels and walks off screen as Kevin Anderson once again has had an interview interrupted. The security chief barks orders to his men and escort them off to their respective dressing rooms as we cut to commercial break both, Jefferson and Chris trying to break away from their respective task forces.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 23, 2009 15:47:03 GMT -5
Segment save for Frankie Siano
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 23, 2009 15:47:27 GMT -5
Segment: International Ultimatum (Credit: ??)
The alphatron cuts to a shot from the Chairman’s office. Gingerdude is seated at his desk, with a somewhat grave expression on his face. This itself gets the crowd’s attention, before they even see the International Title belt laid out on the desk before him.
Ginger: Ladies and Gentlemen, forgive this interruption of our regular Thursday Night Meltdown. I wish to briefly address a topic which I am aware has caused much speculation in recent weeks, namely the status of the ACW International Title.
He takes a breath before continuing.
Ginger: Firstly, let me assure those who have raised doubts that the official present holder of this belt is still Dave Shadow. However, as title holder, Mr. Shadow is required by the terms of his contract to defend his belt at whatever times and places the company deems to be appropriate. Like all of you, I remain deeply concerned for the welfare of Mr. Shadow, and ACW continues to fully find his medical care. I wish to make it clear that this situation will continue regardless of Mr. Shadow’s standing in the company.
There’s definitely something major in the offing. The crowd is on tenterhooks.
Ginger: I am sorry to report that at present there appears to be no sign of Dave Shadow’s condition improving, and he remains in a comatose state. Under these circumstances, as Chairman of ACW, I must ensure that the International Title which Mr. Shadow currently holds is not allowed to lose its luster through inactivity. Therefore, a decision has been reached with the agreement of the board. I wish to announce that, one way or another, the ACW International Title will be defended at Seven Deadly Sins.
There is a buzz from the crowd. How can this be guaranteed?
Ginger: Like you, my first preference would be to see Dave Shadow defend his title in the proper manner. But I cannot wait indefinitely for Mr. Shadow to regain his health, and therefore a deadline has been set . If Dave Shadow is not able to step into the ACW ring before the end of the forthcoming episode of Warfare, he will be officially stripped of the International Title. If this unfortunate situation should come to pass, the board and I have agreed that the title will be awarded automatically to a “caretaker” champion. A safe pair of hands, if you will, who I am certain will ensure that the Title Contest at Seven Deadly Sins will be an enthralling spectacle. In respect to Dave Shadow, the identity of the caretaker champion will only be revealed if it becomes necessary for them to assume the mantle of the belt.
Now the crowd is intrigued. Such a situation is unprecedented, and debates are already starting as Ginger concludes his announcement.
Ginger: As for the Seven Deadly Sins challenger... well, I haven’t decided on their identity yet. So take this as a message of intent in the locker room; I will be following tonight’s action extremely closely. Perform well, and a title shot could be yours. It’s time for all those people claiming to be the next big thing to step up and prove their worth. We’re all waiting to see who’s got what it takes...
Ginger smiles slightly, enigmatically, before the feed cuts out. The crowd is left with many questions; can Dave Shadow recover in time to reclaim his belt.... or has Ginger effectively already given the belt away? And who exactly would be stepping into the nearly-deceased’s shoes?
For now, there can be only conjecture, and as such the show moves on....
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 23, 2009 15:47:58 GMT -5
Plotting/Execution Credit: The Untouchables + Mr. Red A meeting is currently in session inside the former battleground that is the Untouchable’s locker room. After the other Untouchables found Jake Cheng, they got someone to bandage up his open wounds, and then all took a seat around their card table. Jonny Spade, Andrew Black and Jake Cheng himself are in a heated discussion while Michael Smart seems to be in his own world…Jake Cheng: I say we just group up on him. Andrew Black: Nah, too easy. Jonny Spade: I agree.Jake Cheng: It’s not supposed to be a challenge, its supposed to be revenge. Jonny Spade: But Jake, you want to send him a message.Jake Cheng: This is a message, a message saying not to mess with the Untouchables or we fuck your shit up. Andrew Black: Jake, we get that you are angry, but this ain’t how it should go down. It’s gotta be more complex. Mind games or something. Sure, he can blind side you, but you have the chance to get one up. Jake Cheng: Hmm… Jonny Spade: Is he still with Mrs. Red?Jake Cheng: Nah. Andrew Black: We could trash his dressing room. Jake Cheng: Been done. We need something new. Something he wouldn’t expect, but that would still hit him hard. Smart, got any ideas. Michael Smart leans in toward the center of the table and smiles.Michael Smart: I may have an idea… --------------------------------------- Somewhere along a road somewhere, a couple hours after this meeting and the show are long over, a female police officer is being begged by the one and only Mr. Red not to finish writing the parking citation. As we zoom out we can see that Mr. Red's Dodge Charger is parked along a street….in front of a fire hydrant!Mr. Red: Come on, man. I didn't park here. I parked in the garage over there. I have the ticket to prove it. Officer: That doesn't mean anything. Your car is illegally parked and you will get a ticket. Mr. Red: Come on, baby. You don't want to that. Officer: Why not? Mr. Red: Look at you. Fine ass cop. You and me? Can do magical things. The officer tosses her pen and pad onto the hood of her car. She lets her hair out of a ponytail and looks seductively at Red.Officer: What kind of "magical things?" Mr. Red: Well I have a nice room at the Hyatt downtown. I was heading back. Maybe a certain lady would be interested in seeing what a night with a wrestler is all about. The officer grins and walks back to the hood of her car to pick up her things.Officer: Find me a real wrestler and I will think about it. For now, you have a ticket for illegally parking. She rips a paper off her pad and slaps it on the windshield of Red's good looking car.Officer: Have a nice night....babe.... She seductively walks back to her car, climbs in and speeds away.
Mr. Red glares after her as she drives away. He takes his ticket and shoves it down in his pocket. He throws open the door and starts to get in but stops. His gaze is fixed on something. The camera looks in the direction. Spray painted on each seat and across the back seat is the Untouchables skull.
Red starts to throw a fit and slam stuff around in the car as the scene fades out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 23, 2009 15:48:21 GMT -5
Match 2: Frankie Siano vs. LyCoS (credit: Frankie Siano)
We return from commercial just in time for our next contest of the evening, the camera is just catching the end of LyCoS’ entrance as the referee checks him for any foreign objects as we await the second competitor.
‘Funky Town’ By Lipps Inc begins to play over the AlphaTron and the arena lights go down and orange lights start to flash in time with the beat. Out from the curtain steps Frankie Siano to a chorus of boos from the live crowd, he cockily struts up to the edge of the ramp and starts to gyrate much to the disdain of the fans in attendance. Once he is satisfied with his gyration he continues down the ramp, beating away the outstretched hands of the fans like flies, when he reaches the ring he climbs the ring steps and slowly enters the ring, as soon as both his feet touch the inside of the ring he starts to spin like a whirlwind, his feather boas creating a nice visual as they follow his rotation. He then approaches the hard camera side of the ring and climbs the middle rope, he lowers his sunglasses onto the bridge of his nose and winks at the camera before blowing a kiss and walking to the stage hand and passing her all his gear as he waits for the match to begin.
Match Opening: The bell rings and the action begins here as the competitors circle each other in the ring, they lock horns in the center of the ring and jostle for position until Frankie Siano breaks the hold and backs away from LyCoS looking rather disgusted. LyCoS stands there with a look of confusion on his face and takes a step towards Siano who backs away. Siano seems to yell something along the lines of ‘You’re disgusting bro’ and makes a comment about refusing to wrestle someone who smells so bad and is covered in sweat. Siano heads over to the ring girl and asks her for a towel, he then tosses the towel over to LyCoS who looks bemused at what has just occurred. He slams the towel down on the mat and raises his fists at Siano who once again backs away, demanding that LyCoS dries himself before they start wrestling. LyCoS looks at the ref who looks to Siano who is half out of the ring, ready to throw away the match in order to avoid getting any of LyCoS’ stank on him. The ref then looks down to the towel and back to LyCoS before shrugging and handing it to him. LyCoS looks down at the towel and then to Siano before he starts to rub himself with it, complying with Siano’s rather odd request. He washes the important parts, shoulders, armpits, groin and legs before tossing it down and heading towards Siano who is now in the ring, ready to wrestle. Frankie picks up the towel and motions to LyCoS to turn around so he can wash his back and then, in a rather unexpected scene of homoeroticism Frankie Siano begins to rub the back of his opponent with a towel, he rubs his shoulders and upper back and just when we think he’s about to go lower and start doing something wildly inappropriate Siano swiftly drops to his knees and executes a quick School Boy pin on LyCoS, grabbing a handful of tights in the process. The referee is quick to notice the pin cover and counts...1...2...3!
Winner by Pinfall: Frankie Siano
Siano swiftly rolls out of the ring, not even allowing time for the ref to raise his hand in victory as he is well aware that he’s left a very pissed off monster in that ring. Siano smirks as LyCoS is remonstrating with the officials before heading to the back having just picked up what may prove to be his easiest victory ever.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 23, 2009 15:48:47 GMT -5
Segment save for Jason Freeman
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 23, 2009 15:49:50 GMT -5
Segment: Omlete Du Fromage? Tag Team Triathlon - Round 1 (Credit: BK London & Jay Zero)
Cue Monday Night Football Theme.
Max McNally: Ladies and Gentlemen, you heard it earlier tonight that Match 4 - well, contest 4 anyway - of the Best of 5 Series between The Capitalists and the team of BK London and Jay Zero...
'Fast' Eddie Edison: ...Jay Zero and BK London...
Max McNally: Whatever! The point is, that contest 4 of this series will be the first ever Tag Team Triathalon in ACW. And the first competition between both of these teams will be an old fashion - egg toss. Why don't you tell them the rules Edison?
'Fast' Eddie Edison: What's to know? You toss the egg, catch it, and make sure it doesn't break.
Max McNally: Great contribution Eddie, let's take it now to referee Keiji Makabe in the ring who will officiate this contest.
The camera swings on over to the ring where on one side of the ring, we have the two men holding the egg - BK London and Anthony Kalb, while on the other side of the ring - Jay Zero and Kevin Fitsharris are waiting to recieve the egg.
Makabe asks both teams if they are ready, and indeed they are - and he now rings the bell.
'Fast' Eddie Edison: And we're off!
BK London throws the egg, with quite a bit of force behind it at Jay Zero - who somehow catches it without it breaking. Meanwhile, on the other side of things - Anthony Kalb completes a nice soft baby like throw towards Fitsharris, who catches it with ease.
Max McNally: If London wants to win, he's going to have to stop throwing that hard.
It's now the opposing side of Zero and Fitsharris' turn to throw the egg, and Fitsharris - who doesn't seem to know how to throw that well - throws it entirely too far from Kalb. Kalb dives forward, fumbling around to catch the egg - while Makabe keeps a close eye on it to see if it falls...and Jay Zero pulls something out of his pocket, it's another egg.
Quickly, he chucks it towards London and BK catches it with ease. London looks over at Makabe to see if he noticed anything, but it seems like they're in the clear.
'Fast' Eddie Edison: Did..did I just see what I think I saw?
Another round of the egg toss, and London chucks it fast at Jay Zero - and Zero catches it once again, almost like the outfielder position that he probably plays in real life, and now it's Kalb's turn to throw.
He throws it nice and easy like previously, but and Fitsharris attempts to make the catch - but, like his throwing skills - his catching skills are horrible as well. The egg manages to hit one hand, and bounce right into the other - and he starts fumbling around. Kalb races over to help him catch it, but the referee prevents it by stopping the former Tag Team Champion. Zero comes into play by tripping his opponent, by merely sticking his leg out, and Fitsharris falls face first into the egg.
Makabe turns around and it's all over.
The bell rings
Phillip: ....and the winners of the egg toss, the team of BK London and Jay Zero!
'Fast' Eddie Edison: Whoa-ho! ho! It looks like BK London and Jay Zero have won the good ol' egg toss, not without a bit of controversy though - but I guess a win is a win anyway you put it.
Max McNally: And it looks like in the end, Fitsharris is the one left with egg on his fa-
'Fast' Eddie Edison: Yes, yes - egg on his face we get it.
Max McNally: ..can't I do my own joke.
'Fast' Eddie Edison: Pft, no!
As the contest is over, Jay Zero and BK London celebrate on opposing sides of the ring - and they look at one another, and there's a small - almost non noticeable nod of approval from London to Zero and vice versa. But quickly, they go back to celebrating before heading out the ring and to the back.
Meanwhile The Capitalists aren't exactly on cloud 9 as their tag team counterparts, to win the tag titles - they're gonna have to really put it into gear during round 2, the 3-legged race.
Fade Out.
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