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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 14:20:15 GMT -5
ACW Proudly Presents: Seven Deadly Sins 2009
Saturday 1st August 2009
Schedule of Matches: -----------------------------------
Danny Mainer VS Lilith Dormieux w/ Draven Rook
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Shane Anzalone vs. The Red Panther
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Straitjacket Match Jack Jefferson vs. BJ Jefferson
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Thunder Train vs. Rena
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Stan Vishis vs. Michael Smart
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Jake Cheng vs. Mr. Red
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VorteX vs. The Reprobate
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The Mestarruus Retrospective & Reunion Ceremony: A Half-Decade of Destruction
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Chris Phenomenal vs. Rattlesnake
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ACW Tag Team Championship No Holds Barred - Match 5 of Best of 5 Series BK London and Jay Zero vs. The Capitalists
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ACW International Title Match Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune vs Dave Shadow
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ACW World Heavyweight Title Match “The Senator” Steve Phillips vs. Jason Freeman
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 14:23:15 GMT -5
It is a sultry evening at the ACW arena, as the federation’s fans gather for Seven Deadly Sins. Summer is not yet over... but August brings with it a sense of the year just beginning to turn. Always controversial, this PPV has a reputation for new beginnings, for plans which start to come to fruition, and for new names to be whispered in the halls. There are reputations to be made and lost, alliances to be forged... and rivalries to renew. This is where the sins of the past are brought to light.
This is where the sins of the present make their mark.
This is where sins of the future are sown.
The crowd is eager for the show to begin, and they are not kept waiting as the introductory reel plays, and the house lights remain dimmed as the Alphatron takes us backstage.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 14:23:54 GMT -5
Should We Call It a Comeback?! Jack Jefferson / Mr. Red
The camera fades in to see Mr. Red walking backstage. He looks focused on the match with Cheng tonight. However, in the back of his mind he knows. He knows the Untouchables are gonna try and work as a group to take him down. He’s decided it’s in his best interests to get himself some backup, and he thinks he knows the perfect guy.
As Mr. Red walks into the locker room of his former tag team partner he finds him performing his pre-match rituals, stretching himself out and getting mentally prepared.
Red: Jack! Just the person I was looking for.
The look on Jack Jefferson’s face says it all as he looks at the man he used to call his tag team partner.
Jefferson: Brilliant, just the guy I was completely uninterested in seeing!
Red: What are you talking about, buddy? Code Red. Together again...think about the possibilities!
Jefferson: Together again?! I can hardly contain my excitement. For what reason exactly are we “together again”?
Red: I want to ask if you will assist me in the taking down of the Untouchables. We were both screwed out of returning to the stable.
Jefferson: I suppose you have a point. There is one problem though.
Red: What’s that?
Jefferson: I don’t want to help you!
Jefferson turns his back on Red, clearly intending that to be the last word on the matter. Mr. Red, however, has other ideas.
Red: What do you mean you don’t want to help me? Why not? We were a great team back in the day!
Jefferson: Exactly, back in the day. I’ve moved onto bigger and better things, I’m the #1 Contender for the International Title, and you’ve done nothing. You’re at exactly the same level. Back in the day we were an exciting team filled with potential, potential I’m fulfilling and you’ve wasted. Besides, I was always the more talented one. I pretty much carried that team.
Red: Hey! That’s not true. I’m a 3-time Entertainment Champion, I even held the title for over a hundred days!
Jefferson: So? Fact of the matter is, Code Red was “Tornado and some little bitch holding onto his coattails hoping for success”.
Red: Look, I get it. You have no interest in helping an old friend. You don't have to rub your most successful tag team partners face against the ground.
Jefferson: Was that your attempt at humour? Fuck me, I don’t know how I coped with you for as long as I did!
Jefferson, clearly bored of this conversation, gets to his feet and walks out of the door. On his way he makes a special effort to shoulder bump Red out of his way as he does so. Red whirls round with the impact and glares after Jefferson as he stalks away. It seems Mr. Red is on his own in the battle against The Untouchables, this could be a very bad night for him.
Fade to Black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 14:24:26 GMT -5
I'M BACK, BITCHES Credit: Danny Mainer [/size] The scene starts with Kevin Anderson pushing up his afro for extra bushiness. He has to do this in order to stand out amongst his colleagues and appear slightly more interesting then he actually is. "The Internet" is always the first on the latest news but even he couldn't predict what was about to happen. A hand rests on his shoulder and as he turns around he literally jumps out of his skin as he locks eyes with a man that's been missing in ACW for a whole month. Hello Danny Mainer!Danny Mainer: "MICHAEL!"Kevin Anderson: "That's not my name! My name is Kevin, who in the flying fuckpig is Michael?! I don't look anything like that Michael Smart! And where the fuck have YOU been?!" Blatantly ignoring his last question, he answers everything else.Danny Mainer: "What happened to Michael? That guy was a horrible interviewer but at least he was dependable and didn't look like he's just come from a luau."Mainer is of course referring to a Hawaiian shirt that Kevin is donning along with those trademark shades.Kevin Anderson: "HEY! Hawaiian shirts are all the rage right now." Danny Mainer: "Yeah, I hear that the sales are great on Bachelor Fashion monthly."Kevin Anderson: "Oh screw you, you're just jealous because I get college girls and you don't." Danny Mainer: "Are you kidding me? I get more ass then a toilet seat. The very idea that you get more women then me is not only completely improbable but is totally laughable. I bet you five hundred dollars I can find a woman in the audience that's willing to blow me."Kevin snorts with sarcastic laughter.Kevin Anderson: "Only if you cut her in on the proceeds." Danny Mainer: "The last time you had sex was in 2003, Kevin and it doesn't count if you forced her so I'd say you were a total virgin on those grounds."Kevin gasps with shock at what Mainer appears to be accusing him of, but he asks just to make sure.Kevin Anderson: "Excuse me? What're you accusing me of?" Danny Mainer: "I'm thinking of a song by Sublime. And it ISN'T Smoke Two Joints or Wrong Way."Kevin snaps at Mainer as he chuckles slyly at the afro-headed interviewer.Kevin Anderson: "You're a jerk!" Danny Mainer: "And you're a deadbeat no-talent interviewer. Are you completely retarded? I know a helpline for people like you Kevin."Kevin Anderson: "Y'know you never used to be this much of an asshole." Danny Mainer: "What're you talking about? I don't even know you."Cutting short his interview, the sound of running and the sight of Britain's lowest comes running over to ACW. Raymond King, out of breath as Hell has been searching for Danny for the last month and to find him finally is a relief to him as well as his hospitalized girlfriend. That's right, she's given birth finally. Easter eggs for people who read description. I know I don't.Raymond King: "DANNY! DANNY! *puffing and panting* OH THANK GOD! Hurhgh... hurgh... hurgh... hrugh... Danny, Danny."The old man breathes heavily trying to catch his breath, I mean he is old afterall right? Danny Mainer, for what it's worth gives him a look of total disgust before glancing back at Kevin Anderson with a look of even more disgust. After a few moments Ray appears to be in a position where he can string together a sentence without passing out.Raymond King: "WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?!"Danny Mainer: "Mind your own, old man! I ain't gone time for losers like you!"Raymond King: "Loser? Have you forgotten who I am?! I'm your personal psychiatrist and I-"Danny Mainer: "Dude, you need a psychiatrist if you think I HAVE issues. I only remember people that are somebody in this world, and you and your stinky teeth are an absolute nobody so get your grizzly Santa-beard face outta' my sight before I cut it off, nail it to a frizbee and fling it over a g'damn rainbow! I'm gonna' need a fucking psychiatrist if I have to listen to one of your back in my day stories."Raymond King: "Listen mate, just because you have your Crucible contract doesn't mean you can shill me off like you don't know who I AM."Danny Mainer: "Get lost Colonel Sanders! I'm not in the mood of a Zinger burger right now, I just ate from that YO! sushi around the corner now will you please fuck off before your beard gives me malaria?"Raymond King: "Danny, you'd better get your head straight lest I rip it from your fucking shoulders you insolent little shit. What the FUCK is wrong with you?!"Mainer has had enough, he grabs Raymond King by the collar and swings him into the nearest wall. Very angry, Danny gets straight up in his face and sends a crystal clear message to the Norfolk based psychiatrist.Danny Mainer: "Listen you, I've got BETTER things to do with my time then listen to your war stories. NOBODY talks to me like THAT! I am the youngest, hottest prospect in Wrestling and you seem to think you can ride on my coat tails. Well guess what? That ain't happening. I am a big star here, I'm a former GWF Intercontinental Champion and would-be GWF King of the Ring champion so back the fuck up before I crush your head!"Mainer steps back and throws Raymond to the floor angrily, spitting on the ground as Ray lands with a thud. Ray's face is a deep shade of red with rage but Mainer doesn't care and is instead looking for Kevin Anderson who is half-way up the corridor at a jogging pace.Danny Mainer: "HEY FATASS! Why're you running?!"Kevin Anderson: "Because some fans tipped over the nacho stall and now there's free cheese and nacho's all over the lobby!" Danny Mainer: "That makes total, unparalelled, unhygienic sense! Fucking LOVE nacho's! OO-RAH! Y'know Kevin_Anderson_MD? You're not so bad."Kevin Anderson: "Why do you call me that? I'm not a doctor... Well, I am a LURV doctor." Mainer can't help but be disgusted.Danny Mainer: "Shut up Afrokid."With that Mainer sprints after Kevin and the two head off to the gooey nacho collision with smiles on their faces while Ray who is still on the floor has reached his boiling point. Grumpy. Old. Man. POWWAAAARRRRRRHHHHHHHHHH. He grabs a nearby chair and launches it at a wall before leaving to blurredly report his findings to Charlotte King who will surely not even care.FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 14:24:46 GMT -5
Match 1: Danny Mainer VS Lilith Dormieux w/ Draven Rook (Credit: Mainer) MATCH: Danny Mainer VS Lilith Dormieux MATCH BEGINNING: Danny and Lilith squared off as this new and supposedly improved Danny ran up tackled her to the floor as Draven shouted from the outside. Wicked mounting punches began but this angry masochist turned the tables by latching onto his arm and flipping him over into a Cross Armbreaker which no doubt pissed off Da King of Vegas. She seemed to manage to clamp it on pretty well, Mainer nudged his elbow to break the grip and then as they made it to their feet he dropped her with a big-ass enziguiri. She fell to her knees and Mainer climbed onto the apron to crash into her with the Unidentified Flying Fucktard manoeuvre, Psycho Dragon's UFO. MATCH END: With the referee down, Lilith Dormieux had just successfully stopped Mainer running by dropping him with an elbow to the face. Her boot then slammed down onto his scrot to put Danny through grievous Genitorture. Danny groaned and wailed like a bitch kicking her off "Da Sack" and cowering towards the ropes. Lilith had a creepy little smile going on as she pandered to the fans unaware that Mainer had designs of his own. As she turned around, Lilith was formally introduced to cultural phenomenom known as a...
"FALCON KICK!"
With a full run-up similar to a Randy Orton punch, Lilith's knees clamped together as her face told the story that one thousand words could not. She looked up at Mainer knowing the end of the match was near as her ladygarden ached, and a little smirk crossed across the masochists face. A "Thank You" was uttered before Mainer leapt up and dropped her with the Psycho Holiday. However, Mainer was not done. Lilith landing on her back dead-centre was perfectly positioned for Mainer to run across the ropes and hit a dazzling Corkscrew Lionsault crashing on top of Lilith like the ocean. A furious Draven Rook called all the booing fans sinners as the three-count was made.
Phillip Jones: "Here is your winner by pinfall... DANNEH MAIIIIINAAAARRRHHHHHHH!"
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 14:26:14 GMT -5
Segment: Cotton Wool Not Required (Credit: Dave / AK)
Traditionally, Alicia Laureano has always arrived early for PPVs. Tonight is little different; she is through security and on her way to her locker room with plenty of time to prepare before her International Title challenge against Dave Shadow.
As she’s searching out her quarters, she meets Chairman Ginger coming in the other direction. Ginger slows down, and beckons her.
Ginger: Ah, Alicia, excellent timing. I wanted a quick word...
He steps to one side so that the seemingly endless tide of crew can pass by unobstructed. Alicia leans against the wall, resting on her kit bag.
Ginger: Now, tonight’s match. I have every confidence in you to put on a sterling performance; however, I feel that as head of the roster I must remind you that this is far from a typical situation for a match to be held in. Shadow’s been out of hospital for less than a week, and the doctors remain concerned about his condition. I’d be grateful if you’d remember that while you’re out there.
Alicia stares at Ginger, mouth slightly open as she takes this in.
Alicia: Let me get this straight – you’re asking me to go easy on Shadow? In a title match? A match that he brazenly demanded as if he owns the damn place?
She shakes her head, a slight hint of contempt creeping across her features.
Alicia: Are you worried about your investment, Jonathan? Or is it Shadow who’s so desperate to keep his grip on the belt that he wants to try and cut a deal?-
??: You’re the last person I’d want to negotiate with, believe me.
Ginger and Alicia turn to find that Dave Shadow himself has walked up behind them, his belt over his shoulder. He is clearly still not at 100% fitness, but his recovery of condition is impressive nonetheless.
Dave:[]color=ff0033] I don’t know what you’re trying to pull here, Ginger, but I want no part of it. I intend to fight this match with everything at my disposal, and I want my opponent to do the same. Unless guilt’s taking some of the sting out of your swing, Alicia?[/color]
Alicia smirks momentarily, before assuming a serious expression.
Alicia: Quite the opposite, Dave. I’m glad to see we’re on the same page with at least one thing; I would never dream of disrespecting an ACW belt or its holder by giving less than my best. You may be arrogant to the skies, but if anything that just makes me more determined to show you what I am capable of. So don’t have any fear of Ginger neutering this contest; there will be no let-up and no mercy from me. I’m awaiting with interest to see if your body can cash the nonsense cheques your mouth has been writing... see you in the ring.
Alicia nods to Ginger, and takes her leave. Dave watches her go, watching the line of her stride, gathering information.
Dave: Oh, I'll cash them all right. Cash them on your ass.
Ginger shakes his head, as Dave turns red, knowing that didn't really make sense. However in his haste to produce a witty remark, it's what he said, so it will have to do. Gingerdude can only wonder at the stubbornness of the pair as Dave heads off for his own preparations. Who will come out on top in tonight’s contest? As so often in ACW, only time will tell....
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 14:26:38 GMT -5
The scene starts out backstage an ACW event where we see Shane Anzalone sitting in a chair. Shane’s head is down and he is thinking. Shane looks up at the camera and he has a face on telling the fans that he is furious. He picks up a water bottle from beside him and takes a pull from it, he throws it across the room and he stands up, he walks over to the punching bag in his locker room and he starts to go at it. After a few seconds he finishes and he begins to speak.
[SHANE ANZALONE] [the lightning kid] “Tonight I get the shot that I have been waiting for two weeks and the intensity has grown from small to extremely big. Ever since our encounter in the hallway before Warfare a few weeks ago I have wanted to get in the ring with The Red Panther. This guy thinks he is the future of this company but he’s wrong. The future of this company isn’t going to be some punk ass kid who thinks he’s a panther! The future of this company is going to be a man who is three and one in this company a man who will not lose to the panther. And that man is me Shane Anzalone. Panther you have been trying to get me in a match since my start here and I am not going to stand for it. You know what, I was dragged into this match, I wanted it yes, but not coming off a loss from Keith Ian Andrews, and speaking of andrews where the fuck does he come off bringing a sanke to the ring which ended up distracting me when I was going to hit another sussurro nel vento. perché si sa che cosa pantera sto andando a terminare la carriera di questa sera e mi accingo a divertirsi con essa. Io sono il futuro di ACW e non vi è nulla che si possa fare al riguardo."
The scene fades as Shane leaves the room to go to his match for the night.
[END SCENE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 14:27:46 GMT -5
I know what you did last 9th July!!Jack Jefferson / Dave ShadowJack Jefferson is in the zone, he is ready to inflict pain and totally destroy Bradley James Jefferson, the man they call BJ. It is a while until the match, however, so Jefferson is prowling the hallways, every pounding step giving him a little shot of adrenaline and increasing his excitement for the brutality to come. He keeps scowling at everyone who even dares to step close to his path and, knowing what his state of mind is, crew members are diving any which way to stay out of his way and avoid incurring his wrath. It gives him time to think about what he’s going to do and he can picture himself strapping a totally unconscious BJ into the straight jacket and standing over him, totally superior. His thought train is interrupted by a voice that calls out from behind him.: Maybe it was you..... Jefferson snarls and whirls around with fire blazing in his eyes. How dare anyone interrupt him, who the hell is so stupid? To his surprise Jefferson finds himself staring at Dave Shadow who is wearing his International Title over his right shoulder. He can quite work out what Shadow wants him for but that doesn’t stop him keeping his scowl fixed in place. The pair stare each other down, the tension palpable, for a while before Dave repeats himself.Shadow: Maybe.....it was you!Jefferson: I heard you the first time! I’m just a little unsure about what I’m supposed to have done. Shadow: Don’t play the innocent with me. Unless you've been living under a rock, you know what I'm on about. And I reckon that you're pretty high up my list of suspects. So, what I'm saying is....maybe, it was you.Jefferson: So you keep saying. What exactly am I supposed to have done then oh knowledgeable one? Shadow: Attacked me. Assaulted me. Hit me over the head with a chair and left me in a coma for two weeks.Jefferson: *laughing* You’re kidding me, right? Shadow: I'm sorry. I didn't realise my absence was such a laughing matter. Besides, It’s hardly out of character for you is it Jack? Or are you forgetting what happened when I was Entertainment Champ?Jefferson clearly doesn’t appreciate having accusations thrown at him and his scowl returns. He takes a couple of steps closer to Shadow, obviously trying to intimidate him.Jefferson: Trust me, if it was me who attacked you you’d know about it! In fact, I’d do the job properly and you wouldn’t be walking around shooting your mouth off right now! Shadow: Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you? That way you could just swoop in and claim my International Title. God knows, we both know you can’t beat me for it...the Entertainment Title proved as much!This jibe clearly gets to Jefferson and he clenches his jaw in blatant frustration. Before speaking though he composes himself and a smirk cracks onto his face.Jefferson: Normally, in this situation, I would punch you right in your self-righteous face but I don’t even need to. I can see it in your eyes, you’re scared! This attack has you looking over your shoulder, peering round every corner, and leaping out of your skin every time something goes bump in the night doesn’t it? So, no, I’m not gonna hit you. I’m just going to bide my time, let the fear worm it’s way further into your psyche and let it send you totally crazy. That’s when I’m going to striker, and when I do I’ll be giving that shiny belt a new home. He pats the International Title resting on Shadow’s shoulder but the champion shifts away to stop him. Jefferson’s smirk grows again and he turns his back on Dave, satisfied that he’s inside his head, and starts walking away. Shadow shouts after him but Jefferson simply pretends not to hear him, knowing that it’ll get to him.Shadow: I’m not scared of you! I’ve beaten you plenty of times, remember? You’ve never even beaten me by yourself!Fade to Black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 14:28:35 GMT -5
Match 2: Shane Anzalone vs. The Red Panther (Credit: The Red Panther)
“The Shock Of The Lightning” by Oasis starts playing as Shane Anzalone sprints to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and then climbing the turnbuckle, posing.
"The Thing That Should Not Be" by Metallica booms out as The Red Panther makes his way to the ring slowly. He climbs in using the steps before meeting Shane in the middle of the ring.
Maxwell: Panther is undefeated and Shane is going strong, this should be interesting.
Edison: These two have contrasting styles which should make this match exciting.
The two stare each other down, preparing to fight. Panther pushes Shane, who comes back with a shove of his own. Shane puts a hand up for a test of strength, but Panther kicks him in the ribs. Shane doubles over and Panther elbows him across the back of his head. Panther grabs Shane by the arm, pushes his back into the ropes and whips him to the other side. Panther goes for a backbody drop but Shane stops and kicks him in the fore head, laying him out. Shane jumps up and lands on Panther with a shooting star press and then a pin, but only gets a one count.
Edison: Very impactive standing shooting star press by Shane.
Shane drags Panther up and chops him into the corner. Shane backs up, raises a hand into the air to garner a fan reaction, and then runs at at Panther, hitting him with a high angle dropkick to the face. Panther stumbles out the corner and Shane climbs the corner. Panther turns and charges at Shane, running up the corner. Shane goes to punch Panther, but Panther grabs his hand and dives off with a super armdrag!
Maxwell: Oh my, both men felt that!
Panther dives onto Shane, getting a two count. Panther gets up and stomps Shanes arm a few times. Panther kicks Shane in the arm as he gets up and then goes for a jab to the head which Shane ducks under. Panther tries elbowing Shane in the head while turning but misses, allowing Shane a free dropsault. Shane wastes no time in locking in a sharpshooter, putting pressure on Panther's back. However Panther uses his Brazilian Ju Jitzu experience, rolling forward, throwing Shane onto his back. Panther keeps hold of Shane's left leg and locks in a knee bar, twisting Shane's leg.
Edison: That was a brilliant counter by Panther, putting Shane in a tough hold.
Panther pulls harder and harder on Shanes leg while Shane tries crawling to the ropes. Shane grabs a hold of the bottom rope, forcing Carter Donovan to start the five count. At four Panther lets go, Shanes leg in a bad way. Panther works over Shanes leg with kicks until Donovan pulls him away, allowing Shane to stand up. Panther goes to whip Shane to the ropes, but Shane counter whips him and on the rebound spinebusters him hard into the mat.
Maxwell: Woah, even after that kneebar Shane comes on strong!
Shane leg drops Panther across the neck and then works on him with some stomps. Shane lifts up Panther and his him with an enziguri, causing Panther to stumble to the ropes. Shane leans over and runs in at Panther for a spear, but at the same time Carter Donovan comes to check Panther, causing Shane to collide with Donovan as he and Panther fly out the ring.
Edison: The ref is down! This could become an all out brawl.
As Panther and Shane get up, Panther notices Donovan is down and takes advantage with a swift kick to the crotch. With Shane on his knees, Panther slams Shanes head into the barricade and then throws him into the ring steps! Panther pulls a chair out from under the ring as Shane gets up and goes to hit Shane with it! At the last second Shane dodges and as Panther turns, dropkicks the chair into his face!
Edison: Panther tried turning the match hardcore, and payed for it.
As Panther rolls around on the floor, Shane poses for the crowd. Shane rolls Panther in to the ring and then goes to revive Donovan. After some time Shane awakes Donovan, but Panther is back up. Once the ref is up Shane turns to finish Panther but receives Chuck Norris Special! Panther covers after the roundhouse but just gets a two, angering him.
Maxwell: Close call there!
Panther gets to his knees, grabs Shane by the arm and locks in a crucifix armbar on it, far from the ropes. The strain shows on Shanes face as he tries pulling away, a pure battle of wills. Shane uses all his strength to pull away from the armbar, his arm injured, but not too badly. Shane stands up and leans on the ropes, his arm injured, his leg in pain and tired. Panther is still rocked from the chair dropkick, neither man has much left in them. Both man walk to the middle of the ring and look at each other, working out how to win.
Edison: This could be the end!
Panther goes for an overhand right, but Shane ducks it. Panther turns around into a knee to the gut. Shane runs to the ropes and on the rebound jumps up and knees Panther in the head. Panther drops to his knees facing away from Shane, allowing Shane to raise both hands and yell, pumping up the crowd. Shane then grabs Panther round the head and locks in a dragon sleeper to set up the SHT! As Shane raises his fist, Panther spins to face down, hooks Shanes leg and hits him with the Barrett .50 cal! With Shane down Panther backs into the corner, waiting. Panther runs at Shane as he stands, grabs his hand and jumps onto him, trying to lock in the flying panther grip!
Maxwell: Can he lock it in?
Edison: If he doesn't he may be in for a world of pain!
Shane is strong, but can't hold 218 pounds with one arm. However hard Shane tries, he can't stop the flying armbar. Panther rolls across his back, slamming Shane down. Panther pulls away at the same arm which was in the crucifix armbar, causing his elbow joint to get pulled apart, his arm gaining at least an inch in length! At last, Shane can't take it, tapping out!
Philip Jones: Your winner by tap out, THE RED PANTHER!
The fans boo as Panther climbs to the turnbuckle, raising his fists as we change to another segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 14:29:45 GMT -5
How Do You Know Who’s Crazy? Jack Jefferson
Deep in the bowels of the ACW Arena Jack Jefferson is crouched against a wall, the darkness surrounding him. In his hand he holds a straitjacket which he seems fascinated by. His gaze never wavering he twirls the straight jacket around, studying ever single inch of it. He snaps out of the trance-like state that seems to be holding him and stares straight down the barrel of the camera he has set up in front of him.
Jefferson: The straitjacket. Such a simple contraption but one that inspires fear in so many. It’s a symbol for much of what is wrong with society; insanity, schizophrenia, epilepsy, any state of mind that people don’t quite understand. The people who suffer such issues are hidden away from society, subdued with drugs and forced to change who they are. How exactly do you decide someone is crazy? Just because they act a little differently than the “norm”? Maybe it’s because they think about the world a little differently than you? It seems that in modern culture all that’s needed to condemn you as crazy is a phone call!
The rising anger on Jefferson’s face is evident and he spits on the floor in disgust, as if the words he’s just uttered tasted terrible. He stares back at the camera, his expression a bizarre mix between a scowl and a smirk.
Jefferson: Seemingly, giving a doctor a ring and telling him to slap one of these on me is enough to condemn me as crazy. Well if that’s the situation I’m going to render my little brother retarded before the night is through! It won’t be pretty, though, oh no! I plan to punish BJ for what he has done to me; with Chloe to help guide me I will wreak havoc! This is not going to be a spectacle for those with a weak stomach but it is one that is necessary. I have been condemned for what I have done to Mizuki but she is simply another human, he lack of penis shouldn’t excuse her for punishment for her sins!
Mizuki is like a personality altering drug. She has changed BJ like chemicals pumping through his veins and poisoned him against me. She is a poisonous influence, an addiction. He was in desperate need of my help so I performed an intervention and attempted to administer his rehabilitation. It seems it was too late; the poison had taken over his system and taken total control of him. So to destroy it I must destroy him.
He must be punished for his digressions and tonight that is exactly what is going to happen! I’m going to beat him down, destroy him and completely annihilate him until he is unable to fight back. That is when I will strap him in the straitjacket and complete his humiliation. Despite what people claim, there is no malice in what I will do tonight. It is a necessity that BJ must be punished for what he has put me through and what it boils down to is that it’s me or him. It won’t be me!
On that note Jefferson stands up and walks away. As he does so he tosses the straitjacket over the camera lens so that the picture is replaced by darkness, denying us the opportunity to...
Fade to Black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 14:30:42 GMT -5
The scene starts out backstage the ACW event where we see Shane Anzalone being checked on by a few doctors behind the scenes. One of the doctors is Checking on Shane’s eyes, Shane gets up and walks towards the camera with an angry look on his face. He grabs the camera and takes it out of the hands of the cameraman and starts to speak into it.
[SHANE ANZALONE] [the lightning kid] “That loss out there was a fluke, Panther now that I know what it feels like to try and kick the crap out of you and to get my revenge, I don’t think I’ve had my fill. Me and you Panther me and you, On Warfare, I want you to bleed, I want to see you hit the ground and be carried out on a stretcher. I don’t care what kind of match they put us in I want to make sure that you can’t wrestle for the rest of your career. Why’d I say that? You won’t have a career when I am done with you panther! Panther è tempo per voi per soddisfare la vostra partita e mi accingo a dare è che la partita. Attenzione pantera, perché si vuole avere a venire faccia a faccia con la mia pistola e venire a patti con la tua morte."
Shane leaves the arena and the scene fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 14:32:20 GMT -5
Match 3: Jack Jefferson vs. BJ Jefferson - Straitjacket Match (Credit: Jefferson) Jack Jefferson vs. BJ Jefferson Straitjacket Match Jack Jefferson
It’s time for what has the potential to be a gruesome and brutal matchup as the brothers Jefferson clash in a Straitjacket Match. Only once has such a match happened in ACW and that was when Starkweather defeated Brimstone, and we all know what an aberration of humanity that turned out to be. With that in mind the fans in attendance are extremely excited with the majority already on their feet baying for blood.
Maxwell McNally: These fans are extremely fired up for our next match and it’s extremely understandable why.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: You’re damn right Maxwell! This match is going to be DAANNGERROUUUUS!
Maxwell McNally: It definitely will Eddie, maybe we’ll have to limit how much you’re allowed to say that?
Philip Jones steps into the ring, ready to kick off the match, and audibly clears his throat whilst adjusting his bow tie before bringing the mic up to his lips.
Philip: The following match is a Straitjacket Match! The winner will be the person who is able to successfully strap their opponent into a straitjacket. Introducing first...from Miami, Florida; he weighs in at 172lbs...BJ JEEEFFFEERRSOOOON!!
“Nobody Move, Nobody Gets Hurt” by We Are Scientists hits the speakers and there are deafening cheers from the fans in attendance, as the opening drum solo kicks in the lights at the side of the curtains flash a bright yellow. When the lyrics kick in BJ Jefferson explodes through the curtains to a massive pop that almost removes the roof of the arena.
Maxwell McNally: I think I know who the fans are rooting for here Eddie.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: I don’t think there’s ever been any doubt on that fron Maxwell. These fans seem oblivious to the fact that Jack Jefferson is by far superior to BJ.
Maxwell McNally: Not sure if I agree with that, BJ is a fantastic athlete who was close to representing the USA in gymnastics at the Olympics.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Exactly, gymnastics. This isn’t gymnastics, this is wrestling and BJ isn’t as good as Jack it’s a simple as that!
Maxwell McNally: I guess we’ll see when the match is finished. The huge support from the fans could well help push BJ to that next level, though.
BJ slaps hands with the fans lucky enough to be sat next to the entrance ramp as he sprints to the ring. He dives into the ring at speed as he reaches in, leaping to his feet and tossing his Team Jefferson jacket to the canvas. He reaches down and pulls something out of the pocket. As he starts spraying it over the jacket people, including Philip look extremely confused. Their confusion is quickly vanquished as BJ tosses a lighter down on the jacket and it instantly bursts into flames.
Maxwell McNally: A statement of intent from BJ there, burning his Team Jefferson jacket. Anyone who questioned how willing he was to compete will be eating their words right now.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Just further confirmation of the fireworks that are going to explode in this match!
A member of the ringside crew jumps into the ring with a fire extinguisher to put out the flames before they spread. Philip, to his credit, looks calm and collected as ever and simply continues on with his announcing duties.
Philip: And his opponent...from Manchester, England; he weighs in at 219lbs...JACK JEEEFFFEERRSOOOON!!
The reaction Jack receives as “Paint it Black” by The Rolling Stones hits the speakers is very different from that of his brother. The hatred directed at Jack as he walks through the curtains is surprising in its ferocity. Jack seems rather unaffected by it but his demeanour is very different from normal when he’s going into a match. He doesn’t have his normal cocky smirk on his face, it is replaced instead by an extremely serious expression, and his grip on Chloe seems even stronger than usual as he wields her with obvious intent.
Maxwell McNally: It looks like Jack Jefferson is all business here.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: And that’s extremely bad news for BJ!
Jack wastes no time in making his way down to the ring, never once taking his eyes off the waiting BJ. When he rolls into the ring he instantly makes a point of getting straight in BJ’s face and the pair trash talk each other. Referee Joey Reynolds manages to separate the pair so the match can start properly.
*Bell Rings*
Neither man bothers trying to tie up and the both just start throwing big right hands at each other as soon as the bell has run. BJ connects first and rocks Jack but soon finds that he has also been struck with a shot. The back and forth continues for nearly a minute with the crowd alternating between booing Jack’s strikes and cheering BJ’s as each strike lands. Jack eventually gets the better of the exchange by ducking out of the way of one of BJ’s attempted strikes and nailing him with a European Uppercut that drops him to the mat. The crowd boo profusely, screaming for BJ to get back up.
Maxwell McNally: What a way to kick this matchup off! I get the impression this isn’t going to be a wrestling clinic by any means!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: I’d have to agree with you there Maxwell. The important point here is that Jack came out on top by being one step ahead of his brother.
Jack walks over to the corner of the ring where he has placed his crowbar, Chloe, in order to bring her into play. He is, however, too slow and turns around only to be nailed by a picture perfect dropkick that draws a loud pop from the crowd. BJ picks up Chloe and swings at Jack’s head but is too slow and ends up connecting with the canvas as Jack quickly rolls out of the way. He spring to his feet and in one fluid motion leaps up and nails BJ with an Enziguri, but kicking BJ’s wrist instead of his head in order to knock the crowbar out of his hand. The crowd roar their approval as the brothers stare each other down, well aware they’re currently in a stalemate.
Maxwell McNally: Highly impressive stuff! These guys know each other so well that they’re countering what the other is going to do it almost before he does it.
Jack leaps forward, throwing a Leg Lariat in BJ’s direction but is unprepared for the Matrix-style evasive techniques of BJ. As Jack crashes into the mat BJ throws himself backwards, connecting with a Standing Corkscrew Moonsault Legdrop that literally takes the breath away from some of the fans in attendance.
Maxwell McNally: Wow! A fantastic show of athleticism from BJ there, I don’t think I’ve ever seen such fluid motion.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: I can’t disagree with you on this one Maxy, that was ridiculously impressive. Jack’s doing the clever thing here, though.
Clutching his face, Jack has rolled out of the ring to avoid BJ’s next attack. BJ, however, has a solution for this situation and wastes no time in flying over the top rope and crashing down on Jack with a Handspring Corkscrew Quebrada. He leaps to his feet with a smile on his face and one hand raised in the air as the fans cheerfully chant his name. BJ drags Jack to his feet and hooks him into position so he can lift him up for a Brainbuster. He roars as he tries to lift Jack up but is blocked as he struggles. Jack reverses it into a Snap Suplex, using his superior power to smash him onto the floor. BJ winces, holding his back but is given little chance to recover as Jack tosses him into the ring.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: That’s how it’s done. Jack is going to show his dominance from here on in.
Maxwell McNally: I don’t know, the advantage seems to be switching about at such a pace it’s impossible to predict who will be on top next!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 14:33:43 GMT -5
Jack does a quick search under the ring and emerges with a chair in hand. He slides into the ring and quickly rises to his feet. He is instantly sent tumbling back to the mat as BJ dropkicks the chair into his face. BJ retrieves the chair, placing it on Jack’s face, and then performs a Springboard Moonsault onto the chair. BJ is left clutching his ribs but it’s guaranteed that Jack is in more pain which is probably why there is a grin behind BJ’s pain. He forces himself back to his feet, stamping the chair into Jack’s face before dragging him into the corner once more placing the chair across his face. He heads into the opposite corner and comes flying back in at speed, crashing into the chair with a Hesitation Dropkick that leaves Jack slumped lifelessly in the corner. The chair tumbles away to reveal that there is blood trickling from the forehead of Jack and this seems to spur BJ on.
Maxwell McNally: BJ’s cut Jack open! I would’ve put money on it being the other way around but this advantage seems to have given him an injection of confidence. He’s going for the straitjacket.
He is indeed; BJ rolls out of the ring and walks over to the announcer’s table where the straitjacket rests. He picks it up, seemingly enjoying the weight of it in his hands, before rolling back into the ring and making his way over to Jack. BJ drags the unmoving Jack to his knees and manages to slip his left arm into the sleeve. Suddenly, and in order to prevent himself from losing, Jack bursts into action using his right arm to scoop up BJ with a Ura-Nage then brings him crashing down across his outstretched knee to hit a Ura-Nage into a Backbreaker. Jack collapses to the mat, the explosive nature of the manoeuvre taking a lot out of him, and BJ writhes about in pain clutching his back.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: What a brilliant counter. No-one, especially BJ, saw that coming!
Maxwell McNally: Seems like he spent a lot of energy hitting that move though, impressive as it was.
BJ rolls out of the ring in an attempt to compose himself and Jack finally begins getting back to his feet. He walks over to the ropes under which BJ just rolled, tugging on the top rope as he prepares to slingshot himself over and onto BJ. He is stopped in his tracks, however, as BJ squirts him in the face with the fire extinguisher used for the earlier fire. The foam blinds Jack and he falls back clutching his face as BJ hauls himself onto the apron. He climbs up to the top rope, taking it a lot slower than normally because of the pain in his lower back. He flings himself off, flipping over himself with a Shooting Star Press that is no doubt intended to end the match. Unfortunately he doesn’t hit it and instead his head crashes into Jack’s crowbar as he blindly lashes out.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: DAAAANGERROUUUUUSS! That’s instantly split him wide open, there’s blood everywhere!
Eddie isn’t lying; blood is rapidly flowing from a large gash on the top of BJ’s head. His face is already covered in blood and there seems little sign of the bleeding stopping any time soon. Finally able to clear the foam out of his eyes Jack looks up to see the damage he’s done to BJ and smirks. He snatches up the straitjacket and makes his way over to BJ, able to quickly slot both his arms into the sleeves. This is as far as he gets before BJ struggles out, however, and as BJ struggles to rise to his feet he hits the ropes and comes steaming in to connect with a powerful Shining Wizard that is directed right onto the cut.
BJ crumbles to the mat after the Shining Wizard connects and he rolls out of the ring with the impact. Jack his the ropes on the opposite site of the ring and comes back with great speed, flying through the ropes and crashing into BJ with a Suicide Dive between the top and middle ropes.
Maxwell McNally: Jack really taking the initiative here, will he be able to make the most of this advantage?
“Fast” Eddie Edison: I think he will Maxwell. Jack has much more experience than BJ and I can’t see him throwing his advantage away so frivolously.
It seems that Jack agrees with Eddie and he hauls his brother quickly to his feet, not wanting to waste any time, and whips him into the steel steps. BJ crashes into the steps knees-first and is flipped over onto his head, right in front of the announce table. Jack begins clearing everything off the announce table.
Maxwell McNally: Whatever Jack’s planning here can’t be good for BJ!
When the table has been cleared Jack drags BJ to his feet and lays him on the apron. Jack then climbs onto the apron and lifts BJ up.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: I think I’ve seen this before, this is definitely not good for BJ and I think we’d better get out of the way!
Still holding BJ, Jack begins to climb the turnbuckle. Once at the top he looks behind him to ensure he’s facing his target and launches himself backwards. Both he and BJ go crashing through the announcer’s table as he hits the Fallaway Moonsault from the top of the turnbuckle to the table.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: DAAAANGERROUUUUUSS! I think they may both be knocked out!
It’s a good 30 or 40 seconds before anyone starts moving. First to stir is Jack and he begins crawling towards the ring. As he rolls in BJ begins getting to his feet using the ringside barricade. He is shaky on his feet to begin with but eventually gets into the ring where Jack has also recovered. As BJ gets in the ring he stumbles, in obvious pain. Jack capitalises on the opportunity and nails him in the face with a Knee Lift. BJ whirls around and gets caught with a Neckbreaker, becoming the first ever victim of Jack’s new finisher.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: There it is! Jack told me he was debuting a new move tonight and that was it, this has got to be over.
To make sure this definitely is over Jack brings the crowbar crashing down on BJ’s head as he is trying to gather his senses, knocking him out cold. He then grabs a hold of the straitjacket and puts it on BJ, this time managing to get the shackles tied also.
*Bell Rings*
Philip: Your winner, as a result of putting his opponent in the straitjacket...JACK JEEEFFFEERRSOOOON!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 14:34:52 GMT -5
Maxwell McNally: A big win for Jack Jefferson here. This match definitely lived up to the hype and I doubt either man will the same after this.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: I told you Maxwell, there was no way BJ was going to be able to defeat Jack!
This is not a popular outcome for the fans in attendance and their boos are deafening as Jack gets his hand raised in victory. You can see the match has taken a lot out of Jack, he looks exhausted. BJ is still unconscious from the 2nd crowbar shot and referee Joey Reynolds attends to him, beginning to unstrap the straitjacket shackles and calling for medical help. Out of nowhere Jack drills him with a Dropkick to the back of the head. He then proceeds to throw the official out of the ring.
Maxwell McNally: What the hell is this? He’s won the match and now he attacks the official? There is no call for this kind of behaviour!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: I get the impression he’s not finished Maxwell, something tells me this night is going to get worse for BJ before it gets better.
Jack’s evil intentions soon come to light as he drags the limp BJ to his feet, slapping him in the face so that he is roused. When he finally becomes conscious again Jack drops him to the mat and stands over him, an evil smirk on his face as he enjoys his dominance. BJ tries to squirm but it’s no good and Jack drops to one knee, drilling him repeatedly with punches to the wound on his head which start it bleeding profusely once more and drench the straitjacket in blood.
Maxwell McNally: This is too much! He’s already won the match, what more does he need?
“Fast” Eddie Edison: C’mon Max you heard what he said before the match, he wants to destroy BJ and teach him a lesson he’ll never forget.
Jack smirks at the blood that coats his right fist, wiping it across his chest, before rising back to his feet. He drags BJ up and hauls him across to the ropes where he proceeds to tie him up in the ropes so his neck is trapped and the ropes are strangling him. BJ begins gurgling and turning purple, as Jack’s smirk grows, but there is nothing he can do to defend himself.
Maxwell McNally: My god, he’s going to kill him! We need some help out here!
As if to answer Maxwell’s call Mr. Red explodes through the curtains, sprinting down the ramp and sliding into the ring. The crowd explodes with joy as they see him coming to BJ’s rescue and Jack bails, diving out of the ring. He doesn’t, however, leave ringside but instead stands smirking as Red frees BJ from the ropes and helps unstrap him from the straitjacket. BJ is furious and attempts to go after Jack to gain some retribution but Red holds him back, knowing he’s in no fit state to do so. BJ, therefore has to settle for hurling the blood-soaked straitjacket in Jack’s direction. This seems to please Jack, however, and he wraps the straitjacket around his shoulders with a huge smirk on his face.
Maxwell McNally: All I can say is thank god for Mr. Red, this situation could’ve gotten a lot worse if he hadn’t interjected and helped out BJ here tonight.
Soaking up the venomous boos being hurled at him and apparently loving it Jack struts up the ramp, a huge smirk on his face and the straitjacket still wrapped around his shoulders. As he reaches the top of the ramp he turns to stare at BJ, who is still in the ring, and raises his arms above his head. Once Jack has left BJ is helped out of the ring by Red and the crowd’s booing instantly transforms into cheers, with everyone rising to their feet to clap him all the way up the ramp.
Fade to Black[/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 14:37:27 GMT -5
*WARNING: The next segment contains industrial-strength swearing, and the use of Welsh without protective clothing.*
Segment: Sticks and Tricks (Credit: Dan White)
The camera opens up in a setting that new fans to ACW would not quite get, but to a more experienced fan, the surroundings is all too clear, as Dan White is shown on camera, to a pop from the crowd. He’s shown with three pint glasses in his hands, as he makes his way through his local watering hole, on the outskirts of the ACW Arena. The pub is your traditional English village pub, with carpeted walls, mahogany tables, a dartboard, and of course, an old-fashioned ‘jukebox’, if that’s what you call it. In reality it’s just a list of songs with a card and pen to the side, and if you’re lucky, the barmaid will be bothered enough to take your request and dig through a case of old vinyl. It’s that sort of pub.
And as Dan makes his way to his table, he places the three pints where Ivor Biggin and Pat McGroin, The Royles, are sat, and he sits down, taking a long, hard sip of his drink. He rests back, as the two skinhead twins from Newport, Wales, begin to talk.
Biggin: So I’m there in the Vanity Pole, right, and this weirdo comes up to me, and starts giving me jip. So I shove him, and he’s all like “I’m gonna get my boys on you”. So I tell him “well find them, I’ll cut all of them up”, and he just looks at me. Just stares at me. I’m sure I saw a twinkle in his eye. He looked like he was about to boo.
McGroin: Aye but in fairness, you were being racist man.
Biggin: That’s only cos he said that Cardiff aren’t as good as Birmingham City!
McGroin: But...they are. That’s why they got promoted, and we’re stuck playing the likes of his lot.
He points to Dan, who is both a Cardiff and a Newcastle fan, and he shakes his head as he takes another sip of his pint.
Biggin: What do you mean we’re not as good as Birmingham City? Who the fuck do you support then, you cunt?
It’s beginning to get heated, and the whole two other punters in the bar slowly turn their heads, watching as the twins verbally abuse each other.
McGroin: Don’t call me a cunt, you thick twat! I’ll rip your fucking head off if you keep it up.
Biggin: Haha, you fucking serious? What, you and your man boobs? Hey Dan, have you seen him with his top off. You’d think he’d given birth the size of those breasts.
McGroin: Like you can fucking talk! You’ve become a fat fucking bastard!
Biggin: Bollocks with it. I’ve got a six pack. The closest thing to a six pack you have is a six pack of Stella!
McGroin: At least I can handle my drink, you can’t even down a pint! You fucking choke halfway through!
Biggin: I can drink more than you, so you can shut you fucking mouth right now, yeah?
McGroin: That’s bollocks! Stop talking shit! You know you can’t drink as much as me. What happened the other night then? How much had you had to drink?
Biggin: That doesn’t count! Someone had spiked my drink with daterape!
McGroin: Haha! Seriously?! You fucking cunt! No surprise you’ve not had a shag in 6 months if you’re treating yourself like that.
Biggin: Aye, fuck off. At least I can actually satisfy a woman. That Trish lass said that you were shite! You went floppy halfway through!
McGroin: That’s not my fault! If you’ve been in her you’d be the same, cos I know that I’ve got a bigger dick than you. She’s like a sewage pipe, man. She’s wide and she smells.
Biggin: Nah man I’m on about Trish Armstrong! She said you couldn’t last!
McGroin: I never fucking touched her! She’s a lying slag anyways!
Biggin: Well that’s not what she’s been telling half of Newport. Apparently you had her in the train station bogs on Valentine’s Day!
McGroin: Well that’s bullshit! Because I was with you and Gaz in TJ’s for Valentine’s Day. So you’re bullshitting, you lying little scrot.
Biggin: Nah, cos if you remember, I was with Esther at the time so I went with her, so you and Gaz called up Dobbo for a hit, and there were a few lasses there. Trish Armstrong being one of them.
McGroin: Fuck off! How do you know that?
Biggin: Gaz told me!
McGroin: Gaz is lying then!
Biggin: No he’s not!
McGroin: Yes he is!
Biggin: No he’s not!
McGroin: Yes he is!
Biggin: He’s not!
McGroin: How?
Biggin: Cos you had too much at TJ’s. No wonder, you can’t fucking remember! But you had Trish Armstrong at the station. She was going for the early morning to Llanhilleth, so you took her to the station, and you shagged her! You were off your face!
Dan, meanwhile, is stuck in the midst of all this, and decides to break the fourth wall, looking at the camera, and whispering.
Dan White: Man, this was actually supposed to have a point, but this is just too funny to not watch. Now you lot get to hear what I get 24/7.
He turns back to the twins, and breaks the bickering once and for all.
Dan White: All right, you’ve been sprouting crap for long enough. We were supposed to be here for a reason, right?
Biggin: Oh aye, shit we were. Yeah, we wanna know what the crack is, man. We’ve not had a drink with you in ages.
McGroin: Yeah, I mean you’ve reformed The Untouchables, and you’re reforming Mestaruus officially tonight. What’s the deal, mate? You can’t just attach yourself onto all these groups at free will.
Dan takes another sip of his pint, before responding.
Dan White: Well, I’ve just been enjoying the company of others, lately. I know it’s not what I’m used to, like, but it’s what I want. I figured that it’s better to have mates than a whole bunch of people that want me dead.
Biggin: But there’s loads of people that want you dead anyways.
Dan White: That might be true mate, but if I’ve got all these allies, then I’m untouchable. Which, funnily enough, is the name of my stable.
The two twins look at each other, rolling their eyes.
McGroin: We know.
Dan White: Now, if you two girls can excuse me, I gotta go for a piss. You can have your argument about ponytails and whatnot when I’m gone, yeah?
Biggin: Aye, fuck off.
Dan shakes his head, going to the toilets. He opens the door, and stands at the urinal, unzipping his jeans, and doing what you do when you go to take a piss. And he does it, casually, whistling a tuneless tune as he continues with his business. Nothing out of the blue. None whatsoever. And if you think a voice is coming, then you’re grossly mistaken.
Apart from when he finishes, and the lights go out.
Voice: Hello again, Dan.
Dan White: Jesus fucker, you again!
Voice: I knew you would be glad to hear my voice again.
Dan White: No, I ain’t glad to hear your voice again. And I’m sick of you sneaking up on me all the bloody time like this. I mean for Christ’s sakes, at least give me a warning, yeah?
Voice: Ah, but this is all part of the fun. You see, you are almost close to what you wish to seek.
Dan White: And what might that be, oh holy one.
Voice: You seek a lot of things, Dan, this is true. But what you truly seek is an item, a symbol, an indication.
Dan White: You mean the World Title.
Voice: You are becoming more wise with each meeting, Daniel. And you can become one step closer to your goal, to the object that you desire.
Dan White: ...Okay, and how do I step closer?
Voice: Heheh, I cannot tell you this myself. You ought to know this by now. But think outside the box. I shall give you a clue.
Dan White: Really? That’s awesome, dude.
Voice: I shall give you three letters. And those three letters shall take you one step closer on your journey towards what you want. Those letters, are: “E”. “V”. “O”.
Dan White: ...Evo? The hell?
Voice: If you can crack the code, then you will be one step closer to your goal. You rogue Chairman may not like you as a person, but with this assistance, he shall be forced to comply with your demands.
And with that, the lights go on, and once again, Dan can’t help but look around the room, trying to find who or what is making that voice.
Dan White: Fucking hell! Am I ever going to get that shit?
He may have said that at the wrong time, as he pulls his jeans up right as a man walks through the door, giving the Welshman a dirty look. But Dan ignores him, making his exit, speaking the letters “EVO” over and over again.
Can you crack the code?
Fade out.
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