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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 23, 2009 15:50:41 GMT -5
Muscle - Part I Tokyo Prefecture Shibuya Ward June 20th 2009 Credit: Kaoru Hanayama “Muscle…”Rain in the city was different from out in the country. Out in the sticks, the water was cold and pure. You could smell that particular aroma that only comes from damp leaves and moist, rich soil. Maybe even the croaking of a toad that comes out after a storm to dry itself and catch a fly or two. But city rain was always different. The rain in Tokyo, for example, was dirty almost before it hit the ground. Being in the largest metropolitan area on earth meant being surrounded by a ton of people. Uncle always said that, “…a ton of people produce a ton of shit. The less people, the more oxygen.” Even a light drizzle against downtown asphalt produced that grimy kind of water that you see running down concrete storm drains, like so many gaping mouths swallowing and swallowing until the streets themselves must feel ill. “Vrrrrrrrr”A cell phone vibrating against overpriced pants. Pants bought right here in Shibuya district where, as a rule, everything was overpriced. Doesn’t matter. All the kids eat it up as they make the rounds between nightclubs, karaoke bars, and gaming halls. What does matter is whether or not the code word comes through on the other side of the phone. “Stand down” means taking the night off, going to have a drink, and picking up some prepaid whore who got off on the idea of a so-called real thug. Influenced by stupid American music videos. But the other word means something else entirely. The other word means that there would be work tonight. All that has to happen is that the phone be answered, and that two syllable is whispered from the receiver… “…Muscle.”Tonight would be a working night. “Who and Where?”“The Korean place, Club Sonamu. Do-Hyup Bae has been skimming off the top again. He’s had verbal warnings, so he’ll be needing a visual reminder this time. Are you close by?”“Yes. I’m in Shibuya already, by the scramble crossroads.”“Good. Make it quick.”*Click*The wind was on the cold side, which meant that even the little drizzle going on was enough to make one shiver. Trench coat did the trick though. There was an ongoing joke back in “the office” that there was something inherently intimidating about a fat man in a large, black coat. It was an annoying, but people did seem to give some pause. Even the boyfriends, trying not so hard to get their squealing girlfriends out of the rain and into a different club, would stop for just a second to look up. It was enough. Enough to let them know exactly where they stood. Club Sonamu being the assignment was good, because it saved subway money. Two blocks east of the station and the neon Korean glyphs jumped out at you, along with the popped-collar crowd waiting outside to be let in. A couple people were on the phone, probably calling people that were already inside to be let in. It didn’t matter too damn much because Sonamu wasn’t the crème de la crème. Just a place for college kids to unwind, blow some cash, and rub on girls to bad music. The doorman was familiar. Stupid. But familiar. “Heeeey, it’s big man Hanayama. Man, you sure stand out in a crowd. Take up space, y’know? I think you’ve gotten even bigger since the last time. But I mean, like…’good’ bigger, right? Not like, fatter. Not that I’m saying you’re fat or anything b-b-b….”“It’s okay. I understand. Thank you.”His fear was palpable, even over the slightly muffled bass coming from inside the club. “So what brings you here, Big K? A little dancing? A little drinking? Ehh..ehh?” “A little of both, sure. Maybe I could even have a drink with Do-Hyup Bae tonight.”The doorman gulped nervously. He suspected, but wasn’t sure. Probably wanted to know if it was his own ass on the line. As long as his waist and hands were in sight, it wasn’t a problem. Texting someone on the inside about a visitor might have caused…complications. And complications out in the middle of the street for all to see were never a desirable outcome. “He-h-h-he-he. Maybe, K, maybe. But you know how it is. Do-Hyup, always running around, managing the club and kicking out the riff-raff. Of course, with a guest like you, he’ll surely make an appearance but…again y-y-you kn-kn—““Yeah. I know how it is. I’d still like that drink though.”“Oh yeah, for sure man, for sure. Come on in.”Some of the kids grumbled at being forced aside in line, but still shut right up when confronted with a stare or an authoritative bump to the chest. One could complain about the rain and other forces of nature as much as one wanted. But one couldn’t stop them. “By the way…that’s a nice walkie.” “Oh yeah, you like it? It’s really great because it doubles as a…”“Can I see it?”“Oh, I’m not really suppo—“It was off of waist before he could finish the half-hearted objection. A heavy thing, but it clearly had some bells and whistles. Still, at the heart of technology is nature. Those fine circuits and semiconductors in their purest forms were just plain old silica. All one had to do was put enough force to it and… “H-Hey..Hey what are y-!!?”If he hadn’t called anyone before, he wouldn’t be doing it now. The frame of the walkie crumbled to the ground, crushed almost into the powdery silicon dioxide from whence it came. “Oops. Sorry. From sand to sand.”Those in line who had seen the display of strength pretended not to. The interior of the club was tinted with an odd sort of blue lighting, which was immediately explain by several crumpled up fliers on the floor and walls that read ‘FRIDAY – DIVE INTO THE SEA LADIES DRINK FREE TILL MIDNIGHT.” It was a weird hue that could only be found in a raver’s fantasy, or a gaudy club owner’s imagination. You could only see what was going on in epileptic flashes, and even then those flashes were always in that nauseous blue. There was a fast-pasted techno song and everyone was trying their best to jump in sync without keeling over. A good crowd, but the lighting would make this difficult. It really was like wading through an ocean at night, with only the slightest blue tint. Maybe that made it all the scarier when someone felt a massive, muscular frame brush quickly past them. The same kind of fear when you can’t see in deep water, yet you know that something big has just swam by. Something higher in the food chain. Something prowling it’s natural environment and looking for a kill. A big fish. “Hey…you got a second?” Even in the dark, it was still possible to make out the cocktail guys bringing drinks to private tables. They were struggling to keep their balance and not spill any drinks in the unnatural light. The busboy looked around the side of his tray, attentive. “Sure, make it quick.”“I’m looking for Do-Hyup Bae. Business. Where is he?”“The boss is where he always is. VIP box, across the floor, last left. “Moving across a crowded dance floor was always a nuisance for a bigger man, especially at that hour of night when people had already danced up a healthy sweat. The coat was ruined. It really wasn’t worth checking an expensive coat at the door of a second rate club. Do-Hyup’s office door was one of those pillow-looking plush doors that you could only find in nightclubs and strip clubs. Two men wearing dark t-shirts tucked into black trousers were flanking it. “I want to see Do-Hyup.”The man on the left answered. “Who are you?”“Kaoru. Kaoru Hanayama.”Fade...
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 23, 2009 15:51:45 GMT -5
Rep Synthesizer hits and vocals play in the background as the intro to "Battleflag" by Lo Fidelity Allstars plays. The scene opens up with Alex Storm standing in front of another ACW Wrestling banner, holding his trusty microphone.Alex Storm: It only happened one week ago, and the wrestling world is still buzzing about how The Reprobate TOPPED his last stunt on Vortex. Just last week, he used a BRANDING IRON on poor, unsuspecting Douglas Ozzy. What is Father Ozzy to do with his burnt backside son?Cut to footage from last week, Rep holds a branding iron in his hands. Rep directs traffic and JJB and Pete turn Ozzy on his front and force his rear end in to the air... as Rep points the burning metal towards him... turns it... and then connects! The hot branding iron burns Douglas Ozzy's ass cheek as the smoke rises. The referee and crowd alike are shocked at this very real and disgusting stunt.Alex Storm: To think, before this branding iron incident, we thought that Rep had hit rock bottom. We thought that we were at one of the lowest points in wrestling history. We were wrong. He not only topped his last effort, but he made his point clear. Vortex is going to be watching himself very carefully now.Alex is interrupted by an invader of the set. Stan Vishis, back from California.Alex Storm: Stan! What are you doing here? I thought you were in California?Alex smiles as he waits for Stan's usual antics to come out.Stan Vishis: Yeah... I was in California. But now I'm back.Alex Storm: Oh... okay. Well, this is the first time that anyone has ever interrupted me here. Do you have any tape for us!? Any footage of you cutting promos yelling at Vortex?Stan Vishis: No. No promos.Alex Storm: Well, what is it, Stan? What do you have to say?Stan Vishis: Alex... my trip back home to Cali has changed my whole outlook on life and wrestling.Alex Storm: Well what is it abotu California that changed you?Stan Vishis: It's not California that changed me. It's life itself. When I first started wrestling, I was fresh out of the screwed up California public school system. Instead of reading, we spoke in broken english outside the back alley. Instead of writing, we took up graffiti. Instead of economics, we sold our own products on the corner. Whether it be drug, weapon, or stolen equiptment. And instead of sex ed, we were out there learning by doing. Life is funny like that, Alex. In the words of Tom Hanks... life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get. I didn't know what I was in for when I signed up for wrestling school in a broken down gym in California. But I got something, alright. I got an education. Fast forward to early 2009, and I was a tired man. I was what I always said I wouldn't become. I became the old, broken down wrestler that I used to go see at cheap independant events. I took it all for granted. What better way to get your head straight than to go back home? I went back to California, and now I'm back. Just like back in 1999, the wrestling world is about to be mine.Alex Storm: So you're back full time!?Stan Vishis: Full time.Alex Storm: How do you plan on making the wrestling world yours?Stan Vishis: I've thought long and hard about this. When I was in California, I met the man that had trained me again. This man also trained The Reprobate and Jake Steele... at different times of course. Obviously he knows what he's doing. He wasn't revered as the best wrestler in his time, but he sure churns them out. He gave the wrestling world one of the best current wrestlers in-ring wise, Jake Steele. He gave the wrestling world one of the best masterminds and possibly the greatest out-of-the-ring brain we've seen, The Reprobate. The man that trained us is a genius, and he can back it up in the ring. I went back to train with him and he beat the rust right out of me. I asked him what I should do to make a name for myself again. He gave me the ACW Summer Series.Alex Storm: What's that?Stan Vishis: Five matches to be overseen by four judges, three promo nights over the course of two Pay-Per-Views... and one winner. Starting live at the next ACW Pay-Per-View event, Seven Deadly Sins.SEVEN DEADLY SINS, August 1st Match #1 Seven Deadly Seconds Match Participants compete to pin their opponent as in a regular match, followed by a referee's seven count. If the wrestler cannot answer by seven, the opponent wins.
MELTDOWN, August 6th Promo night, the wrestlers have their chance to speak out on the series and rest up for the next bout.
WARFARE, August 10th Match #2 Standard Rules
MELTDOWN, August 13th Promo night, the wrestlers have their chance to speak out on the series and rest up for the next bout.
WARFARE, August 17th Match #3 Standard Rules
MELTDOWN, August 20th Match #4 Standard Rules
WARFARE, August 24th Promo night, the wrestlers have their chance to speak out on the series and rest up for the next bout.
HEATWAVE, August 29th Match #5 Heatstroke Match Participants compete to put their opponent through a flaming table. Once the flaming table is broken via a competitor using a ceritified wrestling maneuver on the opponent, through the flaming table, the match is over. Alex Storm: It sounds like this is going to be one HELL of a summer.The drums are thumping, the guitar is wailing, the camera is spinning, and we're OFF! Cut to Pistol Pete and JJB sitting around the locker room.JJB: Shit, I'm feeling a little rusty in the ring, Pete.Pete: Hrm. Why don't you do what Stan did and go back home? It worked for him.JJB begins to deeply wonder in his thoughts until he springs off of the sofa and gets in the camera's face.JJB: GOING BACK TO JERSEY. It has a nice ring to it!Cut to Baron Trotter doing pull ups on a metallic bar. He counts up to 500 and then hops off. He grabs a towel and wipes the sweat away, then looks around for his water bottle. He can't find it, and slowly backs up until he bumps in to someone.Baron Trotter: Sorry... hey... you look familiar.The man stands at about 6'1" and is well built. He looks angry by nature, his long blond hair is pulled back in to a ponytail. The five days of growth on his face make him an uneasy looking individual.: My name is Mark Snider. Nice to meet you.The man extends his hand to Baron, who shakes it. Snider walks off as Baron shakes his head in confusion. Cut to the back of the arena next to the parking lot, where wrestlers exit the building. Stan Vishis is walking out after the tapings. Our old friend Douglas Ozzy chases after him, calling his name.Douglas Ozzy: Stan! Please, I need a new trainer. My father has abused me long enough. Please teach me how to wrestle properly!Stan shakes his head and pulls his arm away from Ozzy. Father Ozzy comes running from down the hall and grabs his son and drags him back to his cage.Douglas Ozzy: STAAAAN!!!!! PLEEEAASSSEEE! HEEELPP!!!!!The scene of Stan walking off pauses and stills, then fades to black. Fade in to Rep with Christina sitting in his lap.Rep: Everyone has done something that they're ashamed of. Right?Christina: Yeah.Rep: And everyone has done something to someone that they feel bad about, right?Christina: Everyone does.Rep: Sometimes people get a little angry and do things that they regret later.Christina nods.Rep: Many people have things that they wish they could take back.Christina: Do you?Rep: ...Nope.Rep moves Christina off of him and moves over to the camera. He gets on his knees and places his hands in a praying position.Rep: Dear God. Remember me? I'm the guy you never gave a chance to. I'm the guy that you damned to hell before birth. As I walk this planet Earth, I understand that I'm on borrowed time. Burning a man's face is not exactly a mission of good faith. Sometimes I do bad things to good people. Tough shit. That's life. After all, you created it, right? Or am I just speaking to a fabricated lie? A false supernatural being that was created by old men to make money. I don't believe that. I feel your power whenever I have nothing. You cause it. I know you're real, because I've felt your wrath. I only wish you weren't going to have to feel mine. I burned his face, and with the aid of a branding iron... a tool that you created... I'm going to burn his ass too. If the man that we know as Vortex is your prophet, your world is about to become a wasteland. Shackle me now, take these wrists and tye them together with your strongest steel. Imprison me for the after life, because quite frankly, this life is prison enough.Fade to black.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 23, 2009 15:52:14 GMT -5
Where In The World Is Jake Steele? Dan White, ?? Tuesday Night, BrooklynOn his quest to find his half brother, Dan has been taken to the streets of New York City, and to be precise, the district of Brooklyn. And the camera fades in to the evening dusk, Dan White is clearly disgusted at what he sees. Cardboard boxes dotted at every corner, homeless people staggering along the pavements, holding a paper bagged bottle of wine, and old women being mugged. The sirens of police cars can be heard in the background, but Dan shakes his head, knowing fully well that the police here are most likely the most incompetent fucks on the planet. He looks at the camera man, widening his eyes, and points to the street behind him.[/i] Dan White: You're taking the piss, right? THIS is Brooklyn? Camera Man: Yeah it is, Dan. Dan White: Balls to this. I thought that tosser Jake Steele lived in a palace or something daft like that! He was the rich boy of the family. Camera Man: Well, you know, there's always a possibility that he moved at a young age? I mean it's not really going to be appealing to the audience if a guy comes from the richest place in the United States. Dan scowls at the camera man, crossing his arms.Dan White: So you made me come all the way to Brooklyn, knowing fine well that Steele probably ISN'T here? Camera Man: Don't accuse me of being in the wrong! I was telling you throughout the whole plane journey! You just chose not to listen to me! And now I've been dragged all the way here because you've got your own head in your arse! Dan White: Oi, don't get lippy with me! I've got the plane tickets back, plus I have your ACW Arena Access All Areas card. And man, that was well loads of alliteration. Anyways yeah, I've got all your stuff, so you're gonna follow me around. My ignorance is your downfall. The camera man groans, as he whispers to himself.Camera Man: Ugh. It wasn't even this bad when I was filming Torak... He then responds to Dan, who has since turned around, and is starting to walk aimlessly down the road.Camera Man: So, Dan, where are we heading off to? ....Dan? His question remains unanswered, as Dan White is taken back by something. He's looking up, eyes widened, like a child looking into a toy store window. The camera man, curious, walks up to Dan, and looks up. The words “O'Neills Irish Bar” flashes on and off in large neon writing, and as Dan opens his mouth, the camera man groans.Camera Man: Oh god... Dan White: TO THE PUB!!! There's an even louder groan, as Dan enters the bar, prompting the camera man to follow. But prior to this, the camera man turns his camera off.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The camera cuts back in, and Dan White is shown with a pint of lager in his hand, sat there with a large grin on his face.Camera Man: You know, Dan, you aren't really doing yourself any favours. Don't you think you'd be able to find your brother a lot easier if you weren't drinking? Dan looks at the camera man, with an eyebrow raised.Dan White: Dude, I've not had a drink in like two weeks. I deserve this! After being sent to the wrong bloody area of the world, it's the least I deserve. Camera Man: Well I at least deser- Dan White: No, you're still walking. This has now become a fly-on-the-wall documentary. You can sit there, and you can watch me drink. And then you can watch me pour money into the quiz machine and get angry when the machine decides to cheat. The camera man shakes his head, but as he's still holding the camera, this causes the picture to shake at the same time. Dan smirks as he necks his beer, and gets to his feet.Dan White: Now if you excuse me, I need to go and take a piss. Dan walks off, and the camera follows him. He accidentally bumps into another customer, and being the typical temperamental person that he is, he is quick to react. He turns around, pointing the finger at the customer.Dan White: Oi, we'll have less of that! : I suggest you do the sa-oh....it's you...There's a bit of an awkward pause, as the camera focuses in, to none other than Andrew Starr. Dan appears shocked, but he's able to break the silence.Dan White: I suppose we better get a drink, then? Andrew Starr nods, and the duo go towards the bar.
Things just got even more interesting.[The unknown credits, obviously, go to Starr]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 23, 2009 15:53:49 GMT -5
Segment: Depression? (Credit: The Red Panther) Our scene opens to an apartment building. We are in what used to be a living room, except it is bare, the walls are whitewashed and chipped, the floor is hardwood and dusty, there is no furniture and although you can't tell through a TV, there is a rotting smell from through the walls. The apartment is in sunny Hawaii, in the capital city to be exact. While empty now, the building used to be full of life.
Our scene changes. Now it is 2004, the walls are cream; the carpet and furniture are white and fluffy. There are seven people in the room. Three are young children, sitting on the floor, one is a young male wearing a red tee-shirt and blue jeans, one is a woman wearing a black dress with black hair, holding the mans hand. These two are sitting on a sofa. The sixth is a woman of about fifty. She is perched on the edge of a wooden chair in the corner of the room. She is wearing grey trousers and a green jumper with brown slippers. The seventh is a sixty year old man wearing a gown, sitting in a chair. He is hooked to a life support system and is bald. They all look worried, the elderly women in particular.
Old man: Is..........is he there.
The old man is leaning back in a recliner, his eyes barely open and so he cannot see the room.
Young female child 1#: Where is uncle Tom daddy?
Young male: Don't worry Anna, he will be here.
Suddenly, the elderly woman screams. The elderly mans head collapses and he slides off the chair, his machine becoming unplugged.
Elderly women: Please Calvin, please don't die!
The elderly man lets out one large breath, and has chance to say his last three words.
Calvin "The Black Panther" Austin: Where.....is...Tommy?
After that is only silence for a minute. All six members of the Austin family in the room break down in tears, realizing that Calvin has finally succumbed to cancer.
Our scene returns to the bare and empty apartment, now with The Red Panther standing in the middle of it. Panther drops to his knees.
Panther: Why was I not there? I was never a good son to him, and now I betray him by doing this? He made me promise not to join ACW, and just because of that I left him to die without me. I.......I can't think about it.
A door can be heard opening and in walks two men. Both black, one has dreadlocks, blue jeans and a green shirt with "JAMICA, RELAX" on it in yellow. He is wearing white sneakers and has a roll up in his mouth. He is just about 5'11 and called Rufus, the brains of the drugs empire. The other is wearing a black sleeveless shirt, black joggers, white and red sneakers and a lot of gold around his neck. This is Robert Paul Bush, or as he is known on the streets of Hawaii, Armageddon. Armageddon has two large leather bags. He slams them to the ground as Rufus and Panther shake hands. Rufus unzips the two bags. Inside each is a large amount of coke. Not the drink, cocaine. Panther looks at the bags with a look of want and need.
Rufus: So, you got me the cash man?
Rufus is of Jamaican decadence, but has never been there, and so speaks in broken Jamaican slang. Despite this, he is clever. He runs the entire drugs empire of Hawaii, and much of South America.
Panther: Here.
Panther hands Rufus a case which had previously been off camera. Panther then picks up the two bags and drags them off. Rufus opens the case to reveal a sea of green.
Rufus: Smell that green Armageddon mon, money makes the world go round, move good men to the dark side, and makes mah head spin round mon. Wait, what's tha-
Rufus spotted something moving under the cash, and as he asks, is cut off and answered. The night before, Panther had been watching Kill Bill Vol.2. A snake pops out and bites Rufus under the eye, slicing his skin. Blood pours out as Rufus and Armageddon chase Panther through the old apartment building. Panther tosses the bags of coke down the stairwell and sprints after it. With less weight, Panther easily out paces the dizzy Rufus and massive Armageddon. Panther drags the coke out with him and tosses the bags into the popped trunk of his sports car. Panther jumps into the car and drives away from the dealers, leaving them in the mist.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 23, 2009 15:57:08 GMT -5
Match 3: Chris Phenomenal vs. Jack Jefferson The next match is a highly anticipated one at that, and this match will feature Chris Phenomenal going one on one with Jack Jefferson which should be an interesting and exciting match.
“Paint It Black” by The Rolling Stones hits the speakers and Jack Jefferson emerges through the curtain to a wall of boos from the fans. This doesn’t seem to phase Jefferson as a big smirk grows on his face whilst he looks out across the sea of fans in attendance. He then takes his time as he cockily struts to the ring, apparently oblivious to the booing he receives. As Jack reaches the ring he quickens his pace so that he is able to slide straight in.
He climbs onto the turnbuckle to his right, placing his right foot on the top rope whilst leaving his left on the middle rope and smirks at the audience below. He slaps his hands on his pectoral muscles and holds his arms out wide, forming a ‘gun’ with his index fingers and thumbs. He then hops down, dropping his jacket over the ropes and stretches, awaiting his opponent’s entrance.
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 ducks into the ring and walks towards his corner, firing a few punches in the air. He removes the un needed accessories and waits in his corner for the bell.
A few moments later the opponents meet in the middle of the ring with the referee in the middle making sure the two men keep there distance before the match starts, the bell rings and the referee backs up chopping the air saying “GO!” Chris Phenomenal goes at Jefferson and locks up with, him. The size difference in this match is enough to help Chris gain the quick advantage. Chris takes Jack by the head and hits him with a European uppercut and Jack is reeling for a millisecond and Jefferson goes for the tie up again. Jefferson tries stomping on Chris’ foot while in the tie up and Chris backs away for a second holding his foot. Jeff then goes in with a flurry of knife edged chops until Chris is in the corner he started in. Jeff goes for a corner dropkick but Chris gets out of the way. As Jack’s leg hits the Top turnbuckle his body gets contorted in such a way he lands on his head when he hits the floor. Chris takes Jack and drags him to the middle of the ring going for a quick pinfall
1 . . . 2 (Kickout)
Jack kicks out and Chris gets up. Chris picks Jack up and sets him up for a suplex. Jack knees Chris in the stomach and Chris gets on one knee. Jack takes advantage of this moment and hits Chris with a step up Enziguri. As the foot connects with Chris’ head he goes down hard and Jack goes for the cover.
1 . . . 2 . . (kickout)
Chris kicks out and starts to stumble to his feet while Jack gets up and taunts to the fans. The fans begin to boo and Jack gets ready to hit something on Chris. Chris gets up and Jack runs at him trying to hit a tornado DDT but as he hits the air Chris throws him off and hits his stomach. Jack instantly brings his knees and arms to his stomach and he tries to get up. Chris waits for him to get up and Chris puts Jack on his shoulder and brings him down into a cutter hitting the Carnage Cutter. Chris gets back up and sets up for what looks to be the Superman Punch. And as Jefferson gets up Chris goes for it. Jefferson ducks it and grabs Chris around the torso and neck he lifts him up into the air as high as he can which is only an inch or so and then drops him down on his knee hitting an Ura-Nage into a Backbreaker. Jack goes for the pin.
1 . . . 2 . . . (kickout)
Chris manages to kick out and Jack gets up frustrated, he goes over to the ref and argues that it was a 3 count. As Jack turns around his temple meets Chris fist and Christ hits the SUPERMAN PUNCH! Jack falls as he has been victim to a move that has beaten many, and Chris covers Jack.
1 . . . 2 . . . 3!!
WINNER: Chris Phenomenal by Pinfall
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 23, 2009 15:57:32 GMT -5
Segment save for Frankie Siano
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 23, 2009 15:57:58 GMT -5
AMBUSH! Jack Jefferson
So far hasn’t been a great day for Jack Jefferson. After eating a Superman Punch from Chris Phenomenal earlier tonight he isn’t in a great mood. As he storms down the hallway crew members can sense his bad mood and the fact he looks like he’s looking for an excuse to snap on anybody who gets in his way. As he reaches the door that leads into the parking lot he kicks the door out of his way, not even attempted to hide how pissed off he is.
He walks up to his black Shelby Mustang GT500 and opens the boot, tossing his sports bag into it when all of a sudden he’s grabbed by a huge guy who tried to hold his arms behind his head.
Jefferson: What the fuck?! Get the fuck off me.
Jefferson struggles in the huge man’s grip but finds it hard to combat the power of the man who must only be a couple of inches shy of seven feet tall. The man seems extremely calm despite Jefferson’s wild thrashing, however.
Man: Just hold still. It’ll be over in a moment.
Jefferson: Over in a moment? Fuck you! If you wanna go we’ll go, none of this sneak attack bullshit!
As Jefferson is trying to goad the big man a man walks steps out of a big black van parked near Jefferson’s Mustang. He is wearing a white doctor’s coat and carries a large needle in his right hand. He squirts out some of the fluid inside the needle and then flicks it with the middle finger on his left hand. Jefferson’s face is the picture of confusion as he attempts to work out what is going on.
Man in White Coat: Hello Mr. Jefferson, my name is Dr. Saunders and if you would please just react I need to give you a little sedative to ensure an easy transport to our facility.
Jefferson: Facility?! What in the blue hell are you going on about?
Dr. Saunders: Calm Meadows Psychiatric Unit. We’ve been told that you may have certain issues and we would like to evaluate and give you any help you need.
Jefferson: Psychiatric Unit? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! No chance in hell I’m being dragged kicking and screaming to the loony bin! Especially not one with such a clichéd name.
Dr. Saunders gives Jefferson a smile and a knowing nod before he starts approaching. The big man’s grip tightens to prevent Jefferson from struggling. Just as it looks like Jefferson is done he lashes out with a kick that knocks the needle out of Dr. Saunders’ hand. This seems to take the big man by surprise a little and his grip slips. This allows Jefferson to lash out and clock him in the face with a huge elbow that knocks him silly and rubbers his legs up. Jefferson escapes his grip and sprints towards Dr. Saunders, who is scrambling around on the floor to pick up the dropped needle, and cleans his clock with a kick to the temple.
The good doctor crumbles to the floor which allows Jefferson to pick up the needle. He then turns his attention to the big guy who has regained his composure and is now charging in Jefferson’s direction. Jefferson dives out of the big man’s way and because the guy is so big he’s a little cumbersome. This turns out to be his downfall as Jefferson is able to leap on his bag and plunge the needle into his neck. Jefferson clings to his back as the sedative slowly takes effect and the big guy crumbles to his knees.
Jefferson isn’t finished there though, not by a long shot. He pops open his boot and retrieves Chloe from inside his sports bag. With the fire burning in his eyes he walks over to the van from which Dr. Saunders, and presumably the big guy too, emerged and begins smashing the van. Glass shatters everywhere as he swings Chloe into the windscreen. It is then that Jefferson notices a small man wearing a doctor’s coat covering in the driver’s seat. A menacing smile crosses Jefferson’s face as he spots him and walks around to open the driver door. The door, however, is locked so Jefferson is forced to smash the driver side window and stick his hand through to unlock the door from the inside. The man inside gives a terrified yelp and tries to scramble across to the passenger door but Jefferson is just too quick for him and is able to drag him out of the van and tumbling onto the concrete floor where he begins shuffling away from Jefferson, begging for his life.
Driver: Please, don’t hurt me! I’m just the driver...I’ve got a wife and three children. Please!
Jefferson: You are not just a driver! You’re the driver who wanted to drive me all the way to the loony bin you fucking rodent!
Driver: No, no, please! I have no control over who we pick up and where we go!!
Jefferson: What’s your name?
Driver: ...huh?
Jefferson: I said what’s your fucking name!!
Driver: M..Martin.
Jefferson: Do you believe in God, Martin?
Martin: W..w...yes.
Jefferson: Time to say your prayers Martin! Maybe you’ll have a reunion with your maker before you know it!
Martin: OH GOD NO!!
There is a glint of excitement in Jefferson’s eyes as he smashed Chloe into Martin’s skull, instantly bringing forth a fountain of blood and sending Martin to sleep. Jefferson smirks, satisfied with his handiwork, and turns to walk back over to his Mustang, tossing Chloe back into the boot and slamming it shut. He smiles as the V8 engine roars to life and then he reverses, crunching over the leg of the big man who is sleeping thanks to the sedative Jefferson administered. The noise brings a sick smile to Jefferson’s face and he pauses for a second, as if savouring the moment, before flooring the accelerator and squealing away from the scene of devastation and away into the night.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 23, 2009 15:59:38 GMT -5
Who The Fuck Cares About Jake Steele? Dan White, Andrew Starr[/center]
Tuesday Night, Brooklyn
The camera fades back into the Irish bar we saw Dan enter before, although this time the mood and narration has greatly changed. The focus is no longer on finding Jake Steele anymore, but a much-needed catch up between two old friends. Dan and Andrew Starr are both drinking a bottle of beer each, as the fly-on-the-wall aspect of these series of segments is removed.
Dan White: So dude, why did you quit? I know you've had a lot of comebacks and shit, but the way you just seemed to fizz out after my twat of a brother went loco was pretty lame, dude. You should have kicked his arse.
Starr takes a very philosophical sip of his beer, before responding.
Andrew Starr: I don't know, I just felt like it was my time, man. I mean you look at my career, and it's been very hit and miss. I mean sure, the crowd seems to cheer whenever I return, but I feel that that's purely a nostalgia thing. Realistically, I haven't really done anything worthwhile in quite some time. Maybe even as far back as four years ago was the last time I did anything of note.
Dan shakes his head, disagreeing with his former tag team partner.
Dan White: Mate, that's not true! You were the last ever winner of the Light-Heavyweight title last year, weren't you? In fact you merged that belt with the Entertainment title. No title has been merged together before in ACW, so that was a pretty big landmark, man.
Starr sighs, scrunching his mouth up a bit.
Andrew Starr: Yeahh that might be so, but still, I feel like my wrestling career has come to an end. I mean I remember the year of 2004, where I was treated like a king. I mean I was in Hell in a Cell Evolved and everything! And that was one of our greatest ever matches. But I went from that, to losing to Kross five times in a row just 3 months later. I mean even my last comeback with The Road Steelers was really underwhelming.
Dan White: Yeah but that's not your fault. Steele was a dick! You should have kicked his arse.
Dan takes another sip of his beer, but as he does he, he goes to talk again, resulting in beer splattering over the bar. But in a true motormouth style, Dan totally ignores having soaked the barman.
Dan White: Well you know what? In fact, you should come back to ACW! I know that Jake Steele has fucked off somewhere, but he'll be back one day, and you could kick his arse! I'd help you! That tosser cost me the Entertainment title.
Starr's face lights up, but quickly changes his facial expression, furrowing his eyebrows and shaking.
Andrew Starr: Nope. Sorry. I'm done with wrestling.
Dan White: Dude, what the hell do you do all day?
Andrew Starr: Hey, I do my own things! I got pretty rich from ACW. I put my money into the stock market a bit, ran my luck in Las Vegas. I've pretty much got enough money to survive the rest of my life anyways.
Dan White: So in other words, you just sit here, and drink, and reminisce about the old days.
Andrew Starr: >_> no!
Dan shakes his head, as he takes another sip.
Dan White: Listen, Starr. I've known you for nearly five years now. And I know that you still love wrestling. And I know that what you would love, is to have that crowd chanting your name again.
Starr is forced to agree with Dan there, nodding his head in approval.
Dan White: Plus, I know that more than anything, you would Mestarruus to hold the tag team titles.
The nodding now is accompanied with a large smile. He knows that that would be a perfect scenario.
Dan White: See? You know damn well that that's what you want. So are we game?
Andrew Starr: I think we are.
Dan White: And we're due for the Andrew Starr Retirement Tour?
Andrew Starr: You got it!
Dan White: Excellent!
Dan's face beams up, as Starr accepts his proposal.
Andrew Starr: One condition, though.
Dan White: ...
Ahhhhh, the catch!
Andrew Starr: We celebrate this in true Mestarruus style!
Dan White: YEAH!!! Barman, a bottle of your finest whiskey!
There's another audible groan from the camera man, as the former tag team prompt their reuniting with a drinking binge. The barman slides two tumblers towards them, and the bottle of whiskey cracks open. Looks like a heavy night is on the cards...
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 23, 2009 15:59:58 GMT -5
Setting Up For The Show [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] As we come back from commercial break, the world fades into grayscale once more as “Out of the Ashes” hits and Abel emerges from the backstage area. The crowd response is immense as usual, and Abel confidently struts down the ramp, contract in hand. Abel had trained with Vortex over the past few months (and prior to the ‘death’ incident), so he was very familiar with Vortex’s moveset. Abel had proved this Monday when he won the tag match as Vortex, and he would win again at 7DS if necessary. Abel gets to the bottom of the ramp and pauses for a moment. To the crowd it is all part of the show, yet to Abel he is performing a very important task. Abel scans the audience for signs of his brother, although it would be hard to find the masked devil in these lighting conditions. With no signs of Vortex, Abel rolls into the ring, takes a microphone, and begins to speak.Abel: Stay a while…and listen. The house lights come on once more and Abel once again scans the audience for signs of Vortex. Abel paces around the ring and looks towards every possible hiding place, yet cannot find his brother.
He’s here…Abel: As you saw Monday, I am at the top of my game. I not only beat one Untouchable, I beat two. The crowd pops as they are fully behind Abel at this point. Abel continues to pace the ring and scan the audience.
But where…Abel: Rep, if the Untouchables are supposedly the best ACW has to offer and I was able to beat two of them—with a girl as a partner mind you—what chance do YOU stand of beating me? Largest reaction of the night by far. Some male members of the crowd were unhappy at the comment towards Rena—as she is a capable competitor—however they were not enough to quell the mass of positive noise that filled the arena. Abel: What I hold in my hand is a contract, it has been signed by both Rep and I. This contract guarantees that I will face you one on one at Seven Deadly Sins. There will be no running, no hiding… Another pause, this time for dramatic effect. Abel reaches into his pocket and produces a lighter.Abel: No escape. Abel strikes the lighter and puts the flame to the paper. What follows was both a mystery and an answer. When putting the flame to the paper, Abel expected it to simply burn and produce some hype, not explode into a fireball. Vortex was here alright, except not in physical form. At some point between the ink drying on that paper and Abel walking out here, the contract had been replaced with flash paper. The crowd was eating up the huge fireball however (some quite literally as charred pieces of paper were fluttering around the first and second rows.
Instead of talking more, Abel drops the microphone and surveys the crowd once more. Apparently, Vortex had sent his message for this evening, and it was a significant one. As of this point, Vortex had regained his cognitive ability, and if he wasn’t stopped soon…someone was going to get hurt. Abel rolls out of the ring and starts to the back amidst a cacophony of cheers. As the scene fades, one can only wonder where Vortex will strike next.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 23, 2009 16:00:18 GMT -5
Life on Mercury: Part Three By Dave Shadow Dave sat in the Butlins food hall. It was Manchester 1973, and the food tasted like shit. He looked around at the various families sitting around him, laughing and joking, all enjoying their family holidays. Dave had been fighting for Awesome Camp Wrestling for two weeks now, and had been in matches every day. Sometimes twice a day. It was a gruelling schedule, and he had bruises up and down his body. It felt like his body was slowly breaking down. He hoped that it was only part of whatever this sick dream was.Gingerdude: How is he? Dave dropped his fork at the sound of the familiar voice in his head. He looked round him in case anyone had been speaking. But everyone was far enough away that their voices all jumbled together into incoherent mumbles. This was real.
Jay: Still unconscious, as you can see. Having any luck finding the person who did this? Gingerdude: No. Unfortunately not. Jay: Even though we know it was her.Gingerdude: She says she is innocent. Dave sat back and closed his eyes, trying to listen carefully.
Gingerdude: Listen, there’s another thing you should know. Because he's obviously in no state to defend it, it’s been decided to strip Dave of the International Championship. In the food hall, Dave let out an almighty scream...
Dave: WHAT!?!?Jim: Oi! What’s up with you?Dave looked at Jim sitting across the table from him; in his attempts to listen to the conversation in his head, he hadn’t noticed that he had been joined at the table by his current boss. Jim grabbed Dave’s plate of food and started digging into it himself.
Jim: You done with this?...he said, speaking through his already full mouth. Dave simply shrugged and sat back, folding his arms. He closed his eyes briefly again, but the voices were gone. Anger swept across him at the thoughts of losing his title.Jim: I’m putting you in the title match on Monday’s show.Dave: What? You serious?Jim: Yeah. You’ve been doing well here, and I think a fight against Homer Haybale would be a good way to end your run here in Manchester. You manage to survive in the ring against the British Giant, and I reckon you can go home happy.Dave: I can go home.....The realisation of what Jim just said swept across Dave, hitting him like a brick. He leant forward and grabbed Jim by the hands. Dave: I win this match, I beat Haybale and you’re saying I can go home again? I’m done here?Jim: Get off me. Yeah, that’s what I said, isn’t it? Though, let’s face it. He’s slightly bigger than you. Getting in the ring with Haybale could well be the death of you. Stuffing the last morsel of food into his mouth, he pushed his chair back from the table, and reached into his coat pocket. Taking a brown envelope out, he flung it at Dave. Dave grabbed it. Jim: Your wages for this week. And look sharp, Davey boy.Jim nodded towards the door, as Dave turned round to spot Rosie walking into the food hall. Jim walked off, nodding to her as he passed her by, before heading out of the building. Halfway to Dave, a little kid ran in front of her, no older than about six, bumping into her headfirst. Dave couldn’t hear her or the kid, but he laughed as he spotted her apologising for what was clearly not her fault. Another kid ran up, before both children ran away. Rosie continued towards Dave.
Rosie: Hey handsome. What’s up? Dave: I got me a title match next Monday, that’s what’s up. One last match against Haybale, and then I’m heading back home. I can’t wait. Good food. Nice living standards again.Rosie: Sounds like you can’t wait to leave us.Dave: Ha. Well, I guess it’s not all been bad, has it? The two smiled at each other, as Dave motioned at her to sit down. She walked round the table, sitting across from Dave.Rosie: What kind of nick name is Gingerdude? Dave’s jaw dropped and his eyes opened, as he looked at her.Dave: What did you just say?Rosie: Gingerdude. That kid who bumped into me on my way in. His friend called him Gingerdude.Dave looked at her in amazement, his head racing at 100 miles an hour. Manchester. 1973. He’d be about 6....Dave: HOOOOOLY SHIT!Dave pushed back from the table, and darted towards the door at top speed, leaving a bemused Rosie behind. He leapt out the door and scanned as much of the amusement park he could see. In the distance, he spotted who he was looking for. Pushing his way through the throngs of people, Dave ran after the kid. As he reached him, he dropped to his knees and grabbed the kid, spinning him around. It looked just like a miniature version of his boss. Dave: Gingerdude!Dave felt a large object hit the side of his head at full force, sending him sprawling to the ground. He looked up, holding his jaw, to see an older woman holding her handbag. Ginger’s mother?
Woman: Stay away from my kid!Dave: No listen. I need to tell him something. Gingerdude, if in 2009, you need.... Woman: What are you on about? Dave: SHUT UP! Ginger, if you ever think of stripping me of the title in 2009, please stop and give me a chance. Do anything. But don’t let them take away my title.Woman: Let’s go.The woman grabbed her kid’s hand and started leading him away. Dave stayed sitting on the ground, watching after Gingerdude, as Rosie came running up to him.
Rosie: What was that about?Dave: I....I hope it worked....Jay: Please, give him a chance. The voices. They were back.Gingerdude: Listen, I’ll see what I can do. I can give him to Monday. But that’s it. If he can’t make it to Warfare and show me he is capable of defending the title, then I’ll have no choice but to take the belt away. And as quick, the voices were gone again. Rosie grabbed him under the arm, helping him up to his feet.Rosie: Dave!Dave: Yeah, I’m fine.Rosie: Good. Don’t want anyone killing you before your title match on Monday.Dave: My title match. Gotta make sure I don’t lose the title. Guess whatever is going to happen....happens on Monday then.Dave looked after the kid leaving again, a big smile on his face. Though in his head, he wondered. Was this really a dream? Had he travelled back in time? Jesus, this was so fucked up. But whatever was happening to him, he knew that on Monday, one way or the other....it would all be over.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 23, 2009 16:00:35 GMT -5
Segment save for Jason Freeman
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 23, 2009 16:00:55 GMT -5
Segment: Tag Team Triathlon - Round 2 (Credit: Jay Zero and BK London) Opening up in the backstage area of the ACW Arena, we find the two teams in which yearn for the ACW Tag Titles. The Capitalists, ahead 2 falls to 1 in the Best-of-Five series and the unnatural team of BK London and Jay Zero. With a couple of referees standing by, it looks like they have set up the next fall in tonight's Tag Team Competition. To win the fall for the Best-of-5 series, you must win 2 out of the 3 competitions tonight. Best two out of three within a Best-of-5? Overkill, much? Err, anyways! Uhh, yeah! Take it away Max!Maxwell McNally: Welcome back to Meltdown folks! Right now we're taking you backstage to where The Capitalists are battling hard against BK London and Jay Zero in a Tag Team Competition that our Chairman made for tonight's match that will count towards the Best of Five Championship Series! And Eddie, right now, The Capitalists got to get it together because surprisingly, Jay Zero and BK London have got a one to nothing lead in this competition! 'Fast' Eddie Edison: Well they need it Maxy! Capitalists lead the ENTIRE thing 2-1, - if BK and Zero can win this next contest, then they will have won the Tag Team Competition, giving them that necessary fall to tie up this series at 2 a piece! Maxwell McNally: But of course, if the Capitalists come back from this 1-0 deficit to win the Competition, then they will have won their 3rd fall, in which means the Best-of-5 series will be over, and we'll crown ourselves new tag team champions here tonight! Now let's take it to Referee Jacob Jones whose ready to start this next contest! 'Fast' Eddie Edison: Let's hope this goes better for the Capitalists than that egg toss did! Yikes! Referee Jacob Jones: Alright gentlemen! I will be officiating this contest that will test your ability to work hand-in-hang with your teammate! BK London looks at Jay Zero who slightly shakes his head with a sly smile on his face.Referee Jacob Jones: Now! I want this to be a clean competition, so no funny business, understand? Maxwell McNally[/b]: Yeah! There was a little funny business going on last round when it looked like Jay Zero had switched their egg for a hard-boiled one! 'Fast' Eddie Edison[/b]: Now that's what I call strategy! The Capitalists nod their head in approval, while BK and Zero do not acknowledge it.Referee Jacob Jones: BK? Jay? Do you two understand? BK London: Hm. Oh, yeah. Jay Zero: Yeah, Yeah, let's go. [/b] Referee Jones nods, knowing that he has been heard by all competitors and then continues to explain the rules.Referee Jacob Jones: Gentlemen, this will be the classic Three-Legged-Race! These men right here will use this rope to secure the legs of you and your partner together and once I sound my whistle, you will have to make your way down the hallway, and past this red line! But of course, there's going to be a few obstacles in the way for you all! The first team to be able to make it down and cross the red line will be declared the winner of the fall! Kevin Fitsharris: Hey losers - ready to see what a real team looks like? BK London: Of course, so takes notes when I fly by you two! I'll be waiting at the finish! Anthony Kalb: You wish! All you're going to see is a nice view of my ass while we blow by you! Jay Zero: Hey Kalb, I bet you got a real nice view of the canvas when I made that same pathetic ass tap out the other day, huh! Hahah![/b] Zero laughs and BK smirks as their foes seem to become irritated.Referee Jacob Jones: Alright men, I'm going to ask you to move behind this yellow line and we can begin to tie you up! The teams do so and the two helpers come by to tie the legs together.BK London: Wait, quick - switch with me. Jay Zero: ...Why?[/b] BK London: Just do it! This leg's stronger! Jay Zero: ....what? You friggin' kidding me?[/b] BK London: Just move! My god! Sighing, Jay Zero reluctantly switches place with his partner before their inner legs become tied together. Meanwhile, The Capitalists are almost already tied up, forming a plan. We can now see Referee Jones applying some last minute touches to the course, pulling out a thin layer of wooden 2X4's, along with a barrel one each side of the course for both teams to hurdle. As both are now tied up, it looks like things are ready to get underway.Anthony Kalb: Ok, when I say 1, you step with the outer leg, 2, the inner! 1,2,1,2, got it? Kevin Fitsharris: Perfect! Hey losers! You're going down! Jay Zero: Piece of sh-- [/b] BK London: Ok, what's the plan? Jay Zero: Plan? Plan? What plan? I... wasn't aware we needed a plan here. [/b] BK London: Well, we got to be able to do this quick! So how about umm, when I say step, we move the tied leg? That sound good? Jay Zero: I don't know? Whatever... we don't need a stupid plan to beat those dorks. [/b] Referee Jacob Jones: Ready gentlemen? Get on the line -- Kalb whispers to Kevin.Anthony Kalb: This is going to be hilarious.. BK takes charge, telling Zero how it is.BK London: On my lead.. Referee Jacob Jones: Ready! - Set! --... *WHISTLE* [/color] Maxwell McNally[/b]: And they're off! Quickly, the Capitalists take off with Anthony Kalb taking charge! Each step is choreographed with his command.Anthony Kalb: One! Two! One! Two! Meanwhile, things don't look so hot for BK and Jay.BK London: Okay, uhh - Step! Gahh Nearly tumbling, they aren't on key, stepping at the wrong times.Jay Zero: What the hell! Move right -- [/b] BK London: Go! Come on! Jay Zero: I am! You need to move your le-- [/b] While they're having trouble even getting out of the box, the Capitalists are quickly making their way down the hall, coming up to the stack of wood.Anthony Kalb: Here we go - wait, wait .... okay, ONE! Two! Kevin Fitsharris: Yeah! Those suckers don't even know what they're doing! They've managed to stumble and drag their way towards the wood pile, but it doesn't look good.Jay Zero: Oh come on what the hell. [/b] BK London: Here - okay, listen to me. STEP! BK steps with his outer leg while Jay tries pulling the inner leg that's tied together! This trips up BK, causing him to fall forward into the wooden stack on 2X4's in which fall right over, also causing Zero to crash down on the ground! 'Fast' Eddie Edison[/b]: BK and Zero are down! Anthony Kalb: One! Two! One! Jay Zero: G'dammit BK! [/b] BK London: What are you doing?! I said step! Jay Zero: I did! You went with the wrong leg![/b] BK London: No I didn't - you did! As both men try to stand, they realize they still are tied together, falling once more again. It does not look good for these two as the Capitalists are nearly at the finish.Anthony Kalb: Step! Maxwell McNally: The Capitalists have cleared both the wood pile and barrel obstacles! It's smooth sailing from here on out as both Jay Zero and BK London are struggling to even stand up after taking a tumble to the floor! The Capitalists continue their dominance as the well developed plan and teamwork really pulls through in the end. Coming up to the red line, it's no contest. The Capitalists pass the line and it is over.*WHISTLE* Referee Jacob Jones: The winner of this Triathlon Three Legged Race.... The Capitalists! Kevin Fitsharris: Yeah! Hahaha! Jay Zero: Son of a bitch![/b] Anthony Kalb: That's how you do it, boys! We're a real team, and that's why we're going to be the next ACW Tag Team Champions! The Capitalists laugh as they celebrate their victory here, but BK and Zero don't seem too amused. On the ground still, BK looks at Zero, shaking his head.BK London: Ugh. Jay Zero: ...We should have had a plan. [/b] BK London: Ya think? The scene begins to fade out at this point. It's now 1-1 in the Tag Team Triathlon, and that means there's only one event left. The apple bobbing. If the Capitalists take this second fall, they will win both the Triathlon, AND the Best-of-5 Series.... folks, we could have new Tag Team Champions tonight.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 23, 2009 16:01:23 GMT -5
Match 4: Dan White vs. Mystery Opponent (Credit: Dan White)
The camera opens up, and there's a large pop as “Anarchy in the UK” hits, and Dan White walks out, ready for a wrestling match. He's got a microphone in his hand as he makes his way down the ramp, and enters the ring. As he enters, he acknowledges the crowd for a wee moment, before motioning for the music to fade, which it duly does so. As this occurs, Dan gets ready to talk.
Dan White: Well, as you may or may not have seen, I was previously on a quest to try and find my ill-fated half brother, Jake Steele. That son of a bitch pretty much screwed me over big style, and that is something I cannot allow to go without getting some kind of revenge. And I promise you, that that day will come.
He pauses, smiling somewhat.
Dan White: But, heh, as you may or may not have seen, I got sidetracked somewhat during my quest to find Jake. So I ended up getting rather drunk with an old drinking partner. And what you didn't see is that him and I have come to a bit of an agreement. So without further ado, I would like to present to you my opponent for tonight, on his Retirement Tour, Andrew Starr!!
There is a massive pop as “Are You Dead Yet?” hits the PA System again, and Andrew Starr walks out, holding one arm in the air. He looks rather happy with the reception, as he enters the ring. There's no big speech or anything, but instead, Dan drops the microphone as the two greet each other with a handshake. The referee then signals for the bell, and we get underway.
The two former tag team partners quickly lock up, and then quickly break it off. They circle the ring for a few moments, before going to lock up again. As he's less rusty than Starr, Dan is able to slip behind, and lock him in a rear waistlock. Dan then breaks the hold, and grabs Starr's arms, planting him in a Double Armed Bulldog. The Welshman rolls Starr over and makes the count, but he's comfortably able to kick out before the three. Both men get back up and crack a smile towards each other, as they go to lock up again. But Starr is able to get one up this time, blocking Dan's lock attempt with one hand, and planting him with an elbow into the face. This takes Dan off guard somewhat, and this allows Starr to club him hard in the back. Dan falls to one knee, but he's able to catch Starr with a surprising rear kick to the calf. Starr begins to stomp around, and Dan takes him down with a flying clothesline, prompting a small pop from the crowd. He attempts the cover, but Starr is quick to evade it, grabbing the nearby ropes.
Both men are quick to their feet again, and Starr tries to grab Dan's leg, causing him to stumble backwards awkwardly. Dan manages to grab the ropes close to him though, and uses his free hand to swing in Starr's direction. He throws a number of punches, but only a couple of them connect. Regardless, it's still enough to throw off Starr, and he releases his hold on the leg. Dan takes a couple of steps backwards to regain his composure, but that also gives Starr a chance to breathe, and as both men lock up, it's the former two-time Light-Heavyweight champion who gets one up, kneeing Dan in the gut and planting him with a DDT. He rolls the Welsh Dragon over, but is unable to get the three count, and so allows him to rise again. Dan does so, but not before making space between the duo. They then lock up yet again, and again break it off. But Starr then pauses, and puts his hand up towards Dan's face. Confused, Dan lets Starr do what he wants, but is as every bit eager to hear what he's got to say more than anything else.
Andrew Starr: You know, Dan, this has been a nice little run out. But I think you and I can agree that we can do better things with our time than fight each other.
There's a smile on Dan's face, as he knows where Starr is getting at
Andrew Starr: As you would say....TO THE PUB!!!
There's a pop as Dan's smile turns broader, and he points towards the titantron. The duo then exit the ring, leaving the referee and commentators alike pretty bemused at the whole situation. But with a seeming Mestarruus reunification on the cards, surely we can let the duo hang out just this once?
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 23, 2009 16:02:28 GMT -5
Knock, Knock...Who’s There? Jack Jefferson
There is a knock at the door that stirs BJ Jefferson from his slumber. He rubs his eyes and blinks, trying to gain focus on the world around him. He is still inside his room at the Marriott Hotel, a place he hasn’t left since Monday night. He looks at the TV, which is playing the end credits to Blood Diamond. When he looks to his left he sees that Mizuki is sleeping next to him, they both must’ve fallen asleep while watching the film. After all, it has been a long and stressful couple of days. His thought process is interrupted as there is another knock at the door, this time more slow and deliberate. Not wanting to wake Mizuki, BJ quickly gets to his feet and walks over to the door, brushing the sleep from the corner of his eyes and attempting to flatten his hair as he does so. He swings open the door and is met by a member of the hotel staff who is holding a blank envelope.
Staff Member: Sorry to disturb you sir, but this was dropped off at reception for you.
BJ: Do you know who left it?
Staff Member: I’m sorry sir they didn’t leave a name?
BJ: Any message?
Staff Member: Just that it was important, sir.
BJ: Ok, thanks.
Staff Member: Enjoy the rest of your evening sir.
With that the staff member departs and BJ gently closes the door with an audible click. He turns to see that Mizuki is stirring from her slumber. She looks across at him with half-closed eyes that scream “I just want to be asleep”.
Mizuki: Who was it?
BJ: Just the guy from reception. Says this was just dropped off for me, no idea who it’s from and just knows that it’s important.
Mizuki: What is it?
BJ: I don’t know...
BJ carefully opens the envelope, tearing up the folded flap that seals it, and tips the contents into his hand. What drops out is what appears to be a DVD with “Watch Me” scrawled on in black marker pen.
BJ: ...looks like a DVD or something.
Mizuki: What, like a film?
BJ: No, looks like a homemade one. It’s got “Watch Me” written on it.
Mizuki: Well I guess you better put it in then.
BJ nods in agreement and walks over to the DVD player, popping the disc in the tray and walking back over to the bed to sit down next to Mizuki, who seems to have woken herself up now. He points the remote at the DVD player and presses play while Mizuki wraps her arm around him.
There is a second or two of static before an image of Jack Jefferson appears on the screen. He is wearing a straight jacket and appears to be completely lifeless. His eyes are glazed over, staring lifelessly ahead, and his head is laid on his shoulder, completely limp with his mouth slightly ajar and drool coming out of the corner of his mouth. He stays like this for around 15 seconds before, all of a sudden, his head snaps forward and he yells, causing both BJ and Mizuki to leap out of their skin.
Jefferson: ISN’T THIS WHAT YOU WANTED BJ?!
There is now a burning fire in Jack’s eyes and he is spitting out venom with every word that he utters with a look of sheer hatred twisting his face into a snarl.
Jefferson: Well isn’t it?! Didn’t your eyes light up with joy and your little heart skip a beat when you saw me like that? Well guess what BJ? You failed! You fucking failed miserably! Did you honestly think some goons in white coats were going to be enough to contain me? Did you? You fucking coward! Oh no BJ they were no match for me, they didn’t even put up much of a fight. Don’t you worry though BJ, they won’t be trying that again. Oh no, not a chance, not after the message I sent to them with thanks in part to Chloe. No, they won’t want to come anywhere near me, let alone strap me up in a straight jacket and turn me into R.P McMurphey!
Jack laughs manically at this comment and then in an instant his demeanour changes back to his serious, loathful expression as he stares straight down the barrel of the camera and straight at his brother.
Jefferson: No, they’re not turning me into a brain-dead zombie BJ, sorry to disappoint! What worries me though is that you weren’t even man enough to do it yourself. Surely you would’ve loved to have held me down as they shackled me up and pumped god knows what into my system to control my brain? Well you know what BJ? I’m feeling generous. That’s right; I’m in a generous mood so I’m going to give you a second chance! I’m going to give you a chance to contain me, but only if you’re man enough to do it yourself! I’m even going to let it happen on the big stage at Seven Deadly Sins so you can impress the world and get yourself the praise you so crave for “helping out your big bro”! That’s right BJ, you got it, at Seven Deadly Sins I’m challenging you to a Straight Jacket Match. There is only one rule – the winner is the person who straps their opponent up in a straight jacket. Anything else goes! That’s the fun of it BJ, you’ll have a chance to avenge what happened to your whore...if you’re man enough to step up to the challenge!
Jack stares into the camera, a manic grin plastered on his face, for around 10 seconds before the screen goes black. Mizuki, who looks terrified, cuddles up to BJ and he holds her for a while before she finally breaks the awful silence.
Mizuki: What’re you going to do?
BJ: I don’t know, but I do know one thing – this means Jack knows where we are. That means it’s not safe for us here. We need to pack up our stuff and move out tonight!
Fade to Black
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 23, 2009 16:03:06 GMT -5
===================== Summer Break 5/7 Chris Phenomenal ===================== The line goes silent for a few moments before the voice comes back in.
Voice: I’m sure you’ll recall the factory buildings a block south of Washington High, why don’t you meet me in the meat packers, I’m sure you can recall the significance of that.
Chris face drops as he shakes his head, vivid memories of his past flooding back to him.
Voice: Six tomorrow Chris
Chris Phenomenal: Chris Phenomenal: Al… |
The scene opens inside of the house of Chris Phenomenal back in Harlem, Chris sitting back in his easy chair, his hand on his temple deep in thought. The precarious situation that has befallen him over the past seventy hours has left him in a state where he is unused to being in, forced into a corner with no options and has left him only one option that he has never considered before, to submit. The situation has played over a number of times in his head and yet each time it becomes more foreboding, there is no way out. The choice for some would be difficult but in this instance there is nothing that will change his mind, if he must choose between his life, and the life of Paige there is only one answer, death. Faced with the inevitable Chris must now wait until six o’clock, a mind numbing amount of time for one who knows his own destiny. If man can realize what it was like to be Jesus Christ on the route to Golgatha it is Chris Phenomenal, the cross he bears weighing no less than the one born two thousand years ago.
Look bro, ov’r there.
The scene opens inside of the rusty cage that houses the basketball court at Rucker Park, three young kids, appearing to be about thirteen years old shooting hoops. Two are much smaller, African american’s but the third is an anomaly, especially for the area. Standing at what could be approximated as five foot eight inches tall, is what appears to be an adolescent Chris. The kid who was talkin’ earlier gestures towards the far corner where much the same situation is occurring. Sitting on one of the picnic tables are two young black girls, and one blonde, looking over at Chris who drops a three point shot,
Kid: Damn Chris, she checkin’ ya out.
Chris nods his head in a sort of “so what” gesture until his eyes settle on the young girl who blushes before all three turn back into a small huddle and giggle.
Kid: Yo, let’s go holla at ‘em.
Chris grabs the basketball on a hop as it takes a small bounce and effortlessly glides in, soaring through the air and appearing like he’s going to throw one down, but realizing he’ll be about two inches short adeptly lays in a finger roll, his finger tips grazing the underside of the rim as he comes down.
Chris Phenomenal: FUCK!
Obviously Chris was never taught about using foul language in front of ladies but in the ghetto’s of Harlem it goes un noticed as already the kid from earlier has waylaid both of the black girls with one arm around each as the third boy looks on shakin’ his head as the blonde walks towards Chris who’s laughing.
Chris Phenomenal: Damnit LeShawn, spread the wealth. We all know ya ain’t man enough to handle both o’ ‘em
This draws a laugh from all assembled except for LeShawn who’s quick with a retort.
LeShawn: At least I’m man ‘nough t’ ‘ave gotten some a’ready.
The gloves have been dropped as Chris laughs and gives a small up nod to the blonde who steps off a bit, laughin’ as the two play off each other.
Chris Phenomenal: Man, at talkin’ ‘bout them stanky ass bitches from 25th? Ya can ‘ave them if ya want, I got my eye on this.
Smooth move by Chris as he steps in front of the blonde and puts a move on her as she laughs and Chris gives her a small hug.
Chris Phenomenal: So girl, wha’s ya name?
Just before she’s about to answer LeShawn comes over and grabs a hold of the girl, more or less picking her up and planting a big wet one on her.
LeShawn: I’s on son.
That’s enough for Chris who playfully lunges at him and the two fake brawl as the girls look on laughing it up before eventually the two share a shake and bump. |
The scene opens on a rooftop in the middle of Harlem, Chris Phenomenal aged sixteen lying next to who is obviously the same blonde from earlier, and is now noticeable as Paige. The stars are out tonight, and even with the industrial smog they shine through. Everything is silent as the two lie side by side, hand in hand not saying a word just enjoying each others presence. |
[/color][/td][/tr][/table] Paige: Come with me, it’s not safe here. We can start a family.
Chris Phenomenal: I can’t join you, this is my home and I have some business that I have to finish and then I’ll come find you. Here take this.
The scene opens up in front of a broken down building with a younger Chris Phenomenal, appearing to be about seventeen years old and who must obviously be Paige standing in front, Chris passing her a thick roll of hundred’s, quite possibly equaling ten thousand.
Chris Phenomenal: I couldn’ stan’ it if they did anythin’ more t’ ya. What I’m gonna do will make everythin’ better, for everybody. I can’t stan’ and watch 37th turn into this, tha’s m’ home, tha’s m’ hist’ry, tha’s where I come from. I’ll find yq as soon as I can, I promise.
Paige: Chris, I want to stay, I want to be with you, and this, damnit if you don‘t give them the money, they‘ll kill you.
Chris Phenomenal: Fuck them, they ain’t gon’ b’ able t’. Paige listen t’ me, look wha’ they don’ to ya, just t’ get at me. You ain’t safe here, take the money an’ run, get as far ‘way from ‘ere as possible an’ don’ look back. I’ll come find ya, when I get the shot, I promise.
Paige: No! I won’t le..
Chris Phenomenal: LOOK, this ain’t easy fo’ me either. I love ya an’ I want to spen’ the rest of my life wit’ ya, but I can’t if ya dead. I promise when everything’s been taken care of, I’ll come find ya, I’ll get a hold of you some’ow, but right now, get in the car and leave, don’t look back.
Paige: I…
Chris Phenomenal: I know, but ya gotta leave, ya have to be gon’ from ‘ere before anythin’ else happens to ya. I love you.
Chris leans over and kisses Paige on the cheek as finally she walks away and gets in the car. The ignition starts and the car drives away as Chris looks on, the tail lights fading in the distance
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Chris Phenomenal:[/color] It was all worth it.Chris looks up and over an hour as passed as he’s wandered through his mind, the time is now five thirty and Chris gets up to his feet.
Chris Phenomenal: Go time.With that Chris grabs his gun and clicks off the safety, Plaxico Burress be damned it needs to be ready to go at any time before heading to the door, ready for the end.[/font]
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