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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 14:38:28 GMT -5
===================== Embrace the pain. Chris Phenomenal ===================== At Omega Effect we saw a different side of Chris Phenomenal then the one we are used to, one that is dark and foreboding. Tonight, at Seven Deadly Sins once again we see Chris Phenomenal, the room faintly illuminated by a lone bulb. This time however instead of the revolving mannequins, we see Chris Phenomenal sitting in a chair, his head in his hands. He is not alone however, as a faint hiss can be heard, almost as if an oxygen tank has sprung a leak. If you look closer however you can see a rattlesnake hanging around the neck of Chris Phenomenal as he looks up at the camera.
Chris Phenomenal: Everywhere you look there are snakes, there greedy, grubby paws out trying to get at you, trying to get through life giving it the bare minimum. The common man works hard each and every day to scrape together a pittance and they try and scheme there way into your pockets, trying to get by without breaking a sweat, reduced to con artistry. They are loathed by common society for their reprehensible behavior, for there treachery. There are other forms of snakes, those who don’t even realize what they are doing. Men well past there prime stealing the spotlight from those who deserve it more, those who continue to plead for one more chance to prove that they can make it back up to the top as opposed to someone else more deserving, someone else younger, stronger, faster getting the shot to become the next big thing, to reach pinnacles they could have only dreamed of. This type of snake is often seen as courageous, fighting a losing battle against father time but never the less they are a snake and tonight we reduce there numbers by one. After tonight we in ACW will not have to worry about a man long past his prime stealing the spotlight from those deserving of it, holding back opportunities from those with a chance to actually accomplish something.
For the past few weeks I have attempted to show Rattlesnake that his time has come to pass, that he is no longer able to compete inside of the ring on the level he expects of himself. He comes down to the ring and leaves everyone hoping that maybe this time he will have finally found it again, that he will have discovered himself and become the Rattlesnake that we have come to expect, yet it never happens. He continues to show up and witness the facts with his own two eyes yet he doesn’t wish to accept them, he continues to live in his own Lewis Carrol fairy tale world, with Alice and the Mad Hatter but after tonight he will have no choice but to awaken to reality, to snap out of his hallucinations and embrace what is happening.
What I will do tonight is something I did not wish do, this was something that if at all costs I wanted to avoid, yet Snake has forced me into bankruptcy. I would have much rather seen him accept my words, realize what I had to say as the truth. I would have loved to see him walk out with his head held high, having realized that it was time for him to step aside and let the next generation take over. I would have loved to have heard Snake say that he had finally realized it was his time to ride off into the golden sunset, but now he is going to leave the same way that Rawt did, the same way that Hollywood Mach did, carted off on stretchers as the crowd looks on, knowing that they will never see them again, tainting the great memories they once had.
Chris strokes the snakes scales as it comes back to life, quite possibly having been sleeping around the neck of Chris. Smiling, he grabs the tale and extends his left arm out, dangling the snake on top before it latches on with it’s teeth, biting Chris who just smiles, the pain apparently bringing him great pleasure although the possibility of a brave façade is also present.
Chris Phenomenal: Tonight though the Snake may bite, though he might fight for all his worth, to prove worthy of gracing the ring once more inevitably, that will come to an end.
Chris pulls the snake away and reaches into his pocket with his left hand, grabbing a switch blade before placing the snake down in front of him on the floor, placing his foot on what could be called the neck before flicking the knife open smiling and driving it into the top of the snakes head, leaving it there as the snake quivers before eventually falling still as Chris smiles.
Chris Phenomenal: By the end of the match there will be nothing left of Rattlesnake, he will be cast to the hounds for supper, devoured by the fangs of defeat. The diseased portion of the tree will be pruned, removed for the health of the ACW. It is regrettable that I must do this, it is an unenviable position that I have been thrust into but a role I must accept. I have been asked why, and the answer I have given will never change, it is for each and every person who comes to see a show, who comes to have new memories created, not old ones tainted.
Chris bows his head back down, staring at the dead snake laying at his feet as blood pours from his right arm, the dripping red coming over the camera in an effect as it slowly becomes coated in red ending the scene.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 14:39:53 GMT -5
Symbolism Jack Jefferson
Jack Jefferson walks through the curtain after his brutal victory over his brother with a smile on his face. He is covered in blood, a mix of BJ’s and his own, and the wound on his head is still flowing freely but he seems extremely satisfied with what he has just done in the ring. Draped over his shoulders is the blood stained straitjacket in which he strapped BJ to claim victory and then used to render him helpless as he continued his beatdown. This is probably the reason people are avoiding eye contact with him and are shooting him looks of disgust. He isn’t bothered though, in fact he’s extremely proud of what he’s just accomplished in the ring; it’s everything he said he’d do.
Kevin “The Internet” Anderson has decided that he won’t follow the actions of everyone else by ignoring Jefferson. No, he is instead going to get an interview with him, bloody straitjacket or not. He has to break into a sprint to catch up with him and the picture goes shaky as the cameraman tries to keep up. He eventually does chase him down though and gets his attention by shouting after him.
Kevin: Jack! Jack Jefferson!
Upon hearing his name Jack halts, turning to see who’s shouting after him. He looks extremely disappointed to see that it’s Kevin Anderson and you can see on his face that he considers simply walking away to avoid talking to him.
Kevin: Jack, if you don’t mind me asking, why are you wearing that bloody straitjacket over your shoulders?
Jefferson: Simple Kevin, it’s a symbol.
Kevin: A symbol?
Jefferson: Exactly. This symbolises the destruction of BJ Jefferson! It reminds everyone just what I’m capable of. It warns them that I am a man not to be messed with. Quite simply, Kevin, it’s a symbol of fear that will let all those who oppose me just how dangerous a competitor I am!
Kevin: Er...ok. Well after the match you continued to attack BJ Jefferson despite the referee’s best attempts to stop you. You only abated when your former tag team partner, Mr. Red, sprinted down to the ring. What do you have to say about Red saving your brother?
Jefferson: Abated? New word for you Kevin?
Kevin: *blushing* Yeah...Word of the Day Toilet Paper.
Jefferson: I thought as much. In terms of Red? It seems he thinks we’re still friends because we were tag team partners 3 years ago. He’s living in the past and he thinks that gives him some kind of divine right to stick his nose in my business. Well, he’s very wrong and he’ll soon discover just how wrong he is!
Kevin: Is that a threat?
Jefferson: I don’t make idle threats Kevin. That is a warning telling Red to stay out of my business, for the good of his health!
Jefferson looks extremely intense as he utters those final words. Kevin looks like he wants to ask more questions by the intensity of the glare Jefferson shoots him successfully sends the message that this wouldn’t be a good idea. Jefferson swaggers away, readjusting the straitjacket so it sits properly on his shoulders, and effectively ends the interview. This leaves us with only one option.
Fade to Black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 14:40:30 GMT -5
Match 4: Thunder Train vs. Rena (Credit: Train)
Phillip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from New York City, RENA!
"Touch of my Hand" by Britney Spears plays over the arena and out walks the ever so purty Rena. She makes her way to the ring and struts her stuff the whole way down. She ignores the fans as she steps ever so elegantly into the ring. Rena raises up her arms and lets out an untrustworthy smile to the crowd in attendance.
Phillip: And from The End of the Tracks, weighing in at 360 pounds, THUNDER TRAIN!
Gourmet Race metal Mix plays out the speakers and the freshly un-suspended superstar Thunder Train jolts from the curtain. He goes down to the ring with his eyes concentrated on Rena. Good thing the camera doesn't show his lower body, m i rite? No...OK...anyway, he bolts down to the ring and slides in. He gets right in Rena's face as the match begins.
*Bell Rings*
Rena doesn't back down from Train even though he towers over her. The referee tries to separate them but its no use. Then, both competitors take a step back and pace around the ring a bit. Rena and Train take a step forward and lock up. Train gets the advantage and throws down Rena. She quickly gets back up and they lock up again. Train overpowers her once more and down she goes. Rena gets right back up but doesn't go to the center of the ring and hangs out in the corner for a while.
McNally: What is going on here? Edison: I don't think Rena is gonna be able to beat him like this. McNally: Of course not, she will need to use her speed to beat him.
Rena catches her breath and then goes to the center again with Train. They lock up but Rena now pushes Train back! WHOA! Train flies back and hits the mat hard. He quickly gives a shocked stare to her and then rolls out of the ring to regain his composure. Train paces around a bit then smacks the announce table. He slides back in and gets into Rena's face and talks some trash. Train then calls for a test of strength. Rena agrees and the two grasp hands and fight for who is stronger. Train gets an early advantage and pushes down Rena into almost a horizontal position. One she is used to being in. But in a burst of energy, Rena pushes herself back up to a standing base and starts to push Train down. Train starts to fall back and just when it looks like he is going to fall over, he lets go and catches himself.
McNally: Wow! What an impressive feat that was! Edison: Train can't be that weak!
Train paces around the ring a bit then gets back into the center to fight. The two are once again face to face -- or well at least chest to face, and not in the good way. The two exchange words then look around to the crowd. They give the crowd a good stare then suddenly embrace! The two give a big hug! The crowd is shocked, bamboozled, they can't believe what is going on!
McNally: What the hell is this? Edison: I have no idea! McNally: Are these two-- no they can't be!
The hug ends and the two raise up their arms. They then exit the ring together and begin to head to the backstage area. The referee who is also as surprised as everyone else has no choice but to begin counting them out.
ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE! . . . FOUR! . . . FIVE! . . . SIX! . . . SEVEN! . . . EIGHT! . . . NINE! . . . TEN!
*Bell Rings*
Phillip: Both competitors were unable to reach the ring within the 10 count, therefore this match is a DRAW!
The crowd boos but it doesn't seem to faze them. The two are now on the stage with their hands held high as if they had just won the tag team titles or something. They go backstage and leave no answers for what has just happened.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 14:41:39 GMT -5
Make It Known July 31, 2009 Double Tree Hotel An ACW-booked room
(Credit: Kaoru) The eve of Seven Deadly Sins. Not a single noise. Not even the sounds of rickety room service carts rolling on the knotted, vomit-colored carpet in the hallway. Everyone is doing their own private voodoo. Rubbing lucky charms, staring in the mirror, laying quietly in the bed and making constellations out of the little paint ridges on the ceiling. Doing whatever they think will somehow make them wake up tomorrow and not worry about winning. But it’ll always be the same. You’ll wake up with a sort of empty stomach…like you’re hungry, but you don’t want food. Then it’ll move up to your heart. And by match time, it’ll all be sitting in your throat, ready to explode with that first savage yell you give to the audience to let them know exactly what you’re going to do. It’s torture. It’s madness. It’s a rush. It’s a high. It’s exactly what we all live to feel. And then, sometimes, we are denied the privilege of feeling. What the fuck do you mean you’re not booked for the pay per view? Uncle’s voice on the telephone sounded like it was coming from behind a thick window, but even so you could hear the unhappy undertones. The voice of doubt and the devil whispering into your ear from thousands of miles away, and no angel speaking through another receiver. Just what I said. I’m not booked for the show.The spot on the wall where the paint was slightly chipped was a good focal point to focus on. People never paid attention when they were being yelled at over the telephone. Much easier to focus on something and letting your mind wander, as the distance between your ear and the receiver grew and the haranguing slowly evaporated into unintelligible electronic chatter. After a while, you hold the phone closer to your ear, and listen to what is probably the only meaningful part of the one-sided conversation. …and FURTHERMORE, do you honestly think I’m going to just let you loaf around the United States until things blow over? You may have forced me to send you away because of your blood-stained shenanigans, but if you have to go, then by god you’ll be making me money! I’ve made a point to tell a subsidiary of mine in the US to consistently bet money on your victories. If you don’t have matches…how can you have victories? And if you don’t have victories…how can I profit?! There was no use fighting it. He was all about the bottom line. He always was. Just one of those people that always saw things in black and white. Outside, there came a loud chattering down the hallway…somewhere by the elevator, but moving slowly and with an awkward, imbalanced step. Some of the other guys not on the card must have gone to the bar and come back drunk. But that’s been done. And going back out to those bars, with white-washed Japanese faces was not going to happen again. …Hey? Hey?! Are you even listening to me?! Yeah. Yeah, I’m listening. Good. That’s good. Because for once in your life, you aren’t demonstrating any of the so-called “initiative” that got you sent to the United States in the first place. The one time I need you to be reckless, and you’re sitting in some goddamn hotel room being pissed off. I’m here because I’m supposed to keep a low profile. Or have the dollar signs blinded you to the reason I’m here in the first place? Don’t get smart. I am not in the mood. At any rate…yes. Yes you were sent to the United States to keep a low profile. But you were also sent to be in a professional wrestling organization. That way, you could hide in plain sight. When a professional wrestler gets pissed off, he gets off his fat rump and DOES something about it. That’s how a wrestler in the USA would behave, and THAT is how you will go about fitting in…NOT by sitting there and taking it up the ass when a booker tells you that he has nothing for you right now. So your way of punishing me for doing whatever I want…is giving me license to do whatever I want? Yes…thousands of miles away, in a professional setting, where I can reap all of the profit with none of the headache. You’re in a business that rewards monsters. And I know you’ve got one inside you. So why not make it known?The dial tone…the very same dial tone you hear when there’s no one on the other end. Impossible to tell who hung up first. Maybe it was him…but after you’ve known someone for so long, you manage to instinctively know when the conversation is coming to an end. Outside of the room, the footsteps slowly waned as the drunk procession made its way back to whatever room it came from. Were they planning? Were they at the bar talking about how one day, they would be famous and get all of the main event bookings at every pay per view? How many of them were going to make anything known about anything? But they were different. They were athletes who never got the big break. They were kids who grew up watching superheroes in tights wrestle on their television to the roar of a crowd. They were steroid users and binge drinkers and everyone else with a back strong enough to take a body slam and walk away. But they weren’t criminals. They weren’t killers. They weren’t even close. Getting up from the white linen coffin of a bed was easy. And it would be just as easy as what would be coming. The wall was a good focal point…but sometimes we focus in on things, not to let our dreams shade the foreground of reality, but to sharpen our senses. To give ourselves a goal. To paint a target. Picking a goal makes us single-minded, takes all of the beauty and passion of our lives, and puts it all on one horse. All or nothing. It’s a rush. It’s a high. It’s exactly the reason why we all live. To pick one thing and focus on it passionately. And let that be known. Let THAT be known. -Fade-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 14:42:11 GMT -5
Segment: Purpose (Credit: Michael Smart)
The scene starts in a hallway. The hallway is for the most part oddly quiet for a pay-per-view. There is only one man in the view. That man is Michael Smart. He is wearing a white vest and his usual blue in-ring tights. Michael looks at the camera, his expression dead serious.
Michael Smart: As long as humans have been sentient, there has been one question: ”Why”? This question has been asked countless times and there have been countless answers. From philosophy to religion to science, there have been numerous ways to try to find an answer to this question. Some say that we came to be through evolution, others that we're the act of a god.
Michael pauses for effect, letting the words sink in.
Michael Smart: Whatever the answer, there is a reason people have, do and will continue to ask this question. More so than wanting to know how we were created, people want to know whether there is a purpose to their existence. A reason for them to live, a place in the world for them, a divine calling destined for only them. Whatever the reason, people want to know that their life is not a waste.
The majority create their own purposes. More accurately, they choose their careers and ambitions. Carpenters build, pilots fly, authors write. These people choose their careers for reasons of their own, whether they want money, fame or anything else. Like workers of all the other careers, wrestlers are also part of this group.
Michael grows silent for a moment, pondering his words for a moment before continuing.
Michael Smart: Why do wrestlers become wrestlers? Why choose a career where you get beat up every night for the entertainment of others? Some do this out of desire for wealth, others for fame, there are even those that use this as a springboard to get into another occupation. Me? I'm here because of my family.
Michael points to the blue S on his vest.
Michael Smart: You may or may not know this, but I am a third-generation wrestler. Well, somewhat, at least. My grandfather and uncle were both talented people who attained some level of success. Ever since I was a child I've felt obligated to achieve and surpass their legacy. Well, that's not quite true. I've always wanted to surpass them.
I don't want anyone to think that I'm in this business because of anything other than my own free will. I have never once been told that I have to be in the wrestling industry. Wishes of surpassing my relatives are out of my own choosing. Every time I step in that ring, I walk inside with my own two feet, not because of chains set by someone else.
Michael takes a second to take deeper breaths before resuming the speech.
Michael Smart: Stan Vishis. You challenged me to a best-out-of-five Summer Series. While I'm glad that you acknowledged my talents, I have to question your motives. If the reason for picking me was getting someone who can test your skills to their highest, you made a good choice. If, however, your intention is getting easy wins, you made the worst decision of your life. Anyone that takes me lightly will soon find themselves on the ground, locked in one of the deadliest submissions around.
You are a greatly talented wrestler, that I must admit. Just how great, I will find out tonight. However, there are things other than talent that matter. I have a purpose and that purpose is victory. My true legacy will start tonight and the first step will feature your loss.
Michael starts walking away as the scene ends.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 14:42:56 GMT -5
Match 5: Seven Deadly Seconds Match Stan Vishis vs. Michael Smart (Credit: Michael Smart)
Jones: The following contest is the first match in the ACW Summer Series and it is scheduled to be a Seven Deadly Seconds match. To win this match, one competitor must pin the other for a three count, after which the referee will start a count to seven. If the competitor doesn't make it to his feet before seven seconds have passed, his opponent will be declared the winner. Now, introducing first, hailing in from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 228 pounds, Michael Smart!
”Live to win” by Paul Stanley starts playing. The crowd starts cheering as Michael Smart comes out to the ramp, blue lights flashing across the arena. Wearing his blue tights and a white vest, he takes a second to admire the cheering crowd before making his way down the ramp, slapping the hands of a few fans along the way. Smart climbs up the ring steps, getting inside the ring and climbing up a turnbuckle to raise his arms up in the air. Michael hops down from the turnbuckle and takes off his vest, throwing it outside the ring and turning his attention to the stage.
Jones: And his opponent, making his way to the ring from Los Angeles, California, competing tonight at 213 pounds, he is ”The Death Defying” Stan Vishis!
An instrumental version of ”Black Republican” hits the speakers as the lights dim and the fans start booing as Stan Vishis comes out. The Master of the DDT starts walking down the ramp to the ring. Reaching the ringside, Vishis takes off his bandannas and climbs up the ring steps, leaping over the ropes to get inside the ring. Smart stares at his opponent intensely as Vishis steps closer, ready to go any second.
McNally: Another exciting contest tonight as the tough yet arrogant Stan Vishis takes on the serious and determined Michael Smart.
Edison: Remember that this will not be the last time we see these two face, as this is only the first of a best out of five Summer Series contest.
McNally: Indeed. We will see these two face each other again, but tonight will be their first bout in ACW and it's about to start right now.
McNally is right as the bell rings. Smart and Vishis waste no time in locking up. Smart has the size advantage, managing to push Vishis all the way to the ropes, bouncing him off them for an irish whip. On the rebound Smart takes the running Vishis down with a clothesline. Vishis quickly gets up, but Smart is ready with another clothesline. Vishis is soon back up again, but Smart takes him down with a belly to belly suplex. Vishis has a slightly more difficult time getting up this time, Smart taking advantage with a vertical suplex. Vishis stays down on the mat, giving Smart enough time to run to the ropes, coming back with a knee drop to the throat of Vishis.
McNally: Vishis is in trouble in the early going, he might regret challenginc Smart at this point.
Edison: Don't be hasty, this match is far from over.
Smart picks Vishis up, lifting him up and executing a backbreaker. Smart continues to hold the Master of the DDT on his knee, putting more pressure on Stan's back by pushing him down from his chin and thigh. After a good twenty seconds, Smart releases the hold. Vishis rolls to his stomach, Smart taking advantage with a single leg crab, locking in Stan's right leg. Vishis tries to reach the ropes, Smart being more concerned with keeping the hold tight than keeping Vishis away from the ropes. Eventually Vishis manages to grab the bottom rope, initiating a count from the referee. At the count of four, Smart lets go. Smart picks Vishis back up, locking in a front facelock before executing a snap suplex to get Vishis to the center of the ring. Smart quickly tries to go for the boston crab, but Vishis kicks him off, Smart staggering all the way to the ropes.
Vishis quickly gets up. Seeing that Smart is running towards him, Vishis surprises him by running to Smart and bringing him down with a running lariat. Smart gets up, but Vishis responds with a stiff kick to the gut and irish whips Smart to the ropes. On the rebound Smart is brought down from a spinning heel kick. Smart gets up again, but Vishis is ready with to knock him out with an an enzuigiri. Vishis goes for the cover.
1!
McNally: Smart kicks out.
Edison: After that enzuigiri, he might be out for a while, though.
Vishis picks Smart back up, getting behind him for a back suplex. After the suplex, Vishis goes to the ring apron, stalking Smart as he's getting up. When he does, Vishis hops to the rope and leaps off with a springboard forearm! Smart goes down as Vishis is getting more confident. Vishis yells at Smart to get up again, getting a good way behind him. Smart takes a moment to get up, but when he does, Vishis runs up behind him, leaping in front of him and executing a flash DDT! Vishis covers Smart again.
1!
Kickout! Vishis looks mildly annoyed, picking Smart up again. Vishis snapmares Smart, quickly following up with a reverse chinlock. The crowd starts chanting Smart's name, giving Smart enough energy to get back up to his feet, elbowing Vishis in the gut. Smart runs to the ropes, but upon return goes down from a roaring elbow!
McNally: Looks like Vishis still has the momentum!
Indeed he does as he picks up Smart, grabs his left leg and takes him down with a fisherman DDT! Vishis isn't satisfied with that as he sets the downed Smart in a seated position, locking in the dragon sleeper! Vishis pressures Smart's neck, trying to keep the hold as tight as possible. After a good while, Vishis releases the hold, opting instead to pick his opponent up. Vishis sets up an uranage hold before executing the Razorblade Salvation! Vishis goes for the cover.
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2!
Edison: Kickout! A second longer and this match would've been over!
McNally: Did you forget the rules already?
Frustration is building up inside Vishis as he picks Smart up again. Vishis executes a painful California drop to Smart, who goes down in pain! Vishis quickly follows up by locking in the California Clutch! Vishis keeps the painful maneuver in, Smart yelling in pain as he tries to get out. Being in the middle of the ring, he can't reach the ropes and despite his best attempts, can't drag the bodyweights of both himself and Vishis around. Smart eventually attempts the classic reversal to this move, trying to get on his stomach. Vishis tries his hardest to keep Smart on his back, but eventually Smart gets on his stomach! The pressure shifts over to Stan's legs, forcing him to release the hold.
McNally: Stan's trademark figure four backfired as Smart reversed it.
Smart tries to get up, but Vishis is up faster, being the fresher man. Smart uses the ropes to get up, allowing Vishis to get behind him and go for a german suplex! Smart manages to grab the ropes, thwarting Stan's attempt. Stan tries his hardest to pry Smart off the ropes, but eventually gives up, releasing the hold and clubbing Smart in the back. He then drags Smart to the middle of the ring, locking Smart in a front facelock to go for a DDT. Smart counters the move into a northern lights suplex! Smart keeps holding Vishis to cover him.
1!
2!
Kickout! Vishis is still a bit surprised at the sudden counter, taking a moment before remembering to get up. Smart however quickly takes him down with a scoop slam. Vishis gets up again, but Smart takes him down again, this time with a belly to belly suplex. Getting up a third time, this time Smart executes the Torment Theory! As Vishis rolls to his back, Smart gets an idea, climbing up the turnbuckle. The crowd cheers as Smart takes a moment to get his balance on the top turnbuckle before leaping off and connecting with the Meeting of the Minds! The move damages Smart as well, but he fights through the pain to cover Vishis.
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2!
McNally: No, Vishis gets the shoulder up!
Edison: Diving headbutts are moves that take their toll on the user as well and willingly further damaging your head might not be a good strategy when facing the Master of the DDT.
Smart shakes his head to clear his mind before getting up, bringing Vishis up with him. Smart doubles Vishis over, going for the Smartdriver, but Vishis counters with a back bodydrop. Smart gets back up, but Vishis is ready for him as he hits a spinebuster! With Smart on the ground, Vishis climbs up the turnbuckle, leaping off with a diving leg drop! Smart rolls out of the way! Vishis crashes hard on the canvas!
Edison: Ouch! Vishis took a risk and it didn't pay off!
Smart gets back up, waiting as Vishis is getting back on his feet slowly. Once he does, Smart gets behind him, executing a release german suplex! Smart wastes no time, trying to go for the Smartshooter! Vishis fights with Smart, eventually kicking Smart off! Vishis gets back up, but Smart is trying to finish the match as he gets Vishis in a fisherman position, going for the Pain Equation!
McNally: Wait, what's Baron Trotter doing here?
Trotter runs down the ramp, Smart noticing this as he releases Vishis to prepare for Trotter. Trotter gets inside the ring, trying to take out Smart with a clothesline, but Smart ducks the move, getting behind Trotter and going for the big man's legs with a chop block! Trotter goes down, Smart getting up and stomping his chest for good measure. The referee stops Smart and tries to roll Trotter out of the ring, Smart watching to make sure that Trotter won't be a threat. What neither Smart nor the referee notice is that Vishis is taking something out of his pants. Smart turns around to focus on Vishis again, but goes down after a huge right hand from Vishis! Vishis drops the thing at the ring apron, the camera zooming in to reveal that they were brass knuckles!
McNally: Now this is just low!
Vishis covers Smart, yelling at the referee to count the pin. The fans boo his dirty tactics, but that doesn't stop the referee from counting.
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3!
Edison: Vishis pins Smart!
McNally: The match is not yet over, however! If Smart can get up before the count of seven, the match will go on!
The referee sends Vishis to a corner far away from Smart so that he won't disrupt the count.
1!
Smart is lying motionless on the ground.
2!
Vishis smiles in his corner, glad that the referee didn't notice his cheating.
3!
Trotter gets up outside the ring, staring at the downed Smart.
4!
There's some slight movement from Smart, who seems to barely be aware of where he is. The fans start chanting for Smart, hoping that he gets up in time.
5!
Smart rolls on his side, trying to reach something to grab a hold of. The chants grow stronger, Stan's expression getting a little worried.
6!
Rolling onto his stomach, Smart finally manages to grab the bottom rope, reaching with his other hand towards the same direction...
7!
The referee motions for the bell to ring. The crowd starts booing loudly as Vishis raises his arms up in the air.
Jones: Here is your winner, Stan Vishis!
McNally: Vishis steals the victory and the fans don't like it.
Edison: Vishis does, however, like taking the lead in the Summer Series.
Vishis leaves the ring with Trotter, the two heading backstage as the instrumental of ”Black Republican” plays. Vishis mocks Smart and celebrates his victory as Smart is still trying to get up. The two disappear behind the curtain as the referee is checking up on Smart's condition.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 14:43:26 GMT -5
Segment: Waste Of My Time Credit: Jake Cheng
In the Untouchables locker room, Jake Cheng prepares himself for his upcoming match against Red. It is hard to mentally prepare as the hustle and bustle in the locker room is high at the moment, so he tries to focus by taping up his wrists and ankles. The ACW veteran isn’t in the height of his physical peak so extra precautions must be taken. And as the locker room kind of clears out the camera moves in on Mr. Red’s face.
Jake Cheng: Red, my man, this is a huge waste of time. You don’t need the Untouchables, you can do bigger and better things. Go after Andrew Black’s title, or even the International Title. But this wager you and I made? Won’t happen the way you want. Red, you are one and four against me in your entire career. The one win was in a tag match when, lets be honest, Wyvern pulled the team. But your four losses. Two singles match and two triple threats. Two of those were title defenses. Tonight, I will have my third ‘defense.’ Tonight will be a defense of my honor. The honor of the Untouchables. It will just be you and me, the rest of the stable has promised me they will remain backstage. You will not win. I am sorry.
With that short and sweet message for his opponent for the night, The Chinese Phenom rises from his seat and leaves to locker room to start his warm up.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 14:44:23 GMT -5
Looking Through the Hazy Mirror [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] This was it. The night to finally end a long feud and solidify the start of the rise to the top of ACW, and as Abel walked through the corridors to Vortex’s dressing room he couldn’t feel more confident. Even though he had only wrestled two matches...he had Vortex’s ring knowledge.
Ironically, he isn’t actually employed by ACW, and no one in the organization knows he exists. By the time Vortex has regained his mental health no one will be the wiser. Abel rounds the corner and opens the door to the dressing room…
Big mistake.
The other end of the doorknob was tied to a weight. When the door was opened, the weight fell…on a hypodermic needle launcher. Seconds after opening the door, Abel was perforated like a pincushion, needles embedding themselves everywhere. The needles were not filled with toxic fluid, rather a hallucinogenic variety.
The room itself was dark previously, however now it pulsed with light and sound. The song was ironic. However, that was the least of Abel’s worries…Vortex: It’s your turn to have nowhere to run…to feel suffocated!Vortex—dressed in all black with fluorescent green strips for ‘effect’---lunges at Abel and wraps something around his head. For a moment, the world goes dark and then the world runs out of air. Vortex: Do YOU enjoy being tied up? Boot to the head. The world was getting fuzzy and there was no air… Vortex: YOU BURNED A WOMAN! Now was not the time for debates about who was a liar, now was the time to act. Kick to the mid-section. Vortex: The nerve of you…taking my spotlight, MY SPOTLIGHT! Consciousness…
Fading….Suddenly Vortex rips the bag off of Abel’s head which causes temporary blindness. Even in a dim room with pulsating music—was there really music?—the neon glow of Vortex’s outfit was enough to blind Abel. Oh and the sudden return of oxygen didn’t help matters. Actually, the blood rush brought the hallucinations…
Vortex was now a giant talking garbage can.Vortex: Seven deadly sins? I’m the EIGHTH. Vortex—the garbage can—picked Abel up and held him close to his…lid? The world didn’t make sense anymore, up was down, down was up, and Vortex was a damn GARBAGE CAN.Vortex: Do you know what time it is? DO YOU? Abel expected a long drawn out monologue describing all of the pain that Abel had put Vortex through the past few weeks by preventing him from hurting innocent people. He was wrong. Vortex: It’s time to RAVE! Time to rave indeed. Vortex produces two glow sticks from…well his…can, and began waving them around. The sticks are neon blue making for a very, VERY strange scene. Now would be the opportune time to run and check into a mental hospital, except whatever was in those vials doubles as a motor represent, as Abel is unable to do anything but watch the horror show. Vortex continues to dance and spin around in circles, causing neon waves to rip through the air like torrents of wind in a hurricane.
Yeah…it’s that cool. Vortex: Do you know what I’m going to doooo tonighhhhht? Either Vortex was drinking and raving or the mystery liquid took a new and exciting turn.Vortex: III’mmmm gooooing to beeeee youuuuuu….whichhhh innnn realllityyy issss ME! The raving garbage can was now pulsating between pink and chartreuse.Vortex: I willll beeeeat The Rrreprobateee, annnd thennn I willll beee theee bessst wresstlerrre eeveerrrr…rrrr……….rrrrrr….At least once thing made sense here. Darkness. As Vortex continued to ramble manically—and grow rapidly in height along with the room and the pitch of his voice---the scene began to get darker…
And darker…
And da..
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 14:55:37 GMT -5
Match 6: Jake Cheng vs. Mr. Red (Credit: Andrew Black / ??) Philip Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. First off, from Hong Kong, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, the Chinese Phenom, the Asian Extraordinaire, Jaaaaaaaake Cheeeeeeeeng!‘Crisis’ by Alexisonfire begins to play, and the former ACW World Champion hits the stage. The crowd cheers for Jake as he walks down to the ring, stone cold in the face. The crowd doesn’t realize it, but this is actually one of the most important matches of Jake Cheng’s career. This win would bring his win count to 115, while his loss count is 114, making him, for the first time in his career, above .500. Without any fan interaction, the Grand Slam Champion enters the ring, waiting for his former stablemate turned opponent. Philip And his opponent, from Columbus, Ohio, the self proclaimed only Cincinnati Red’s fan, Mr. Red!The crowd boos the other ACW veteran as “Welcome to the Jungle” plays and Mr. Red himself walks out onto the stage. This is a big night for Red also, his expression even more serious than Jake’s. A win tonight means reentry into the Untouchables, a right of which he felt robbed. How will this turn out? Will Jake have another win under his belt or another stablemate?
Bell Rin- Gourmet Race Metal Mix suddenly blasts to the crowd and to much confusion and boos, out walks Thunder Train with a microphone in hand. Both men in the ring are confused as well and give Train a "What are you doing here" expression. Train gets closer to the ring but keeps his distance.Thunder Train: Cut my music! Now, I just wanted to come out here and explain what happened earlier.McNally: I don't think this is the time or place for this-- Edison: SHHH, I wanna listen Thunder Train: A few weeks ago, you, Jake Cheng, got involved into something that didn't concern you. That's what started this whole thing. And after that happened, Steele and I were ready to beat your ass. BUT, that coward left me high and dry! But I swore that I would do it by myself. However, when trying to plan with my colleagues Rena came up to me and insulted me. She said that I wouldn't amount to anything without someone's ass to kiss. She also said that I would fail if I tried to defeat the Untouchables by myself. At first, I just shrugged off her comments and continued on my solo quest.Train is now right next to the ring and jumps up onto the apron. He cautiously gets into the ring, hoping not to make both men in the ring attack him.Thunder Train: But as the weeks went by and I saw the Untouchables, I knew I couldn't do it alone. So, me and Rena came up with this little plan to join up together. Hell, we even found a way for me to get some time off! What more could a man ask for? Oh yes, more! I need more! You see Cheng, even with Rena, we are still outnumbered by like three guys. I looked high and low! I called old friends, I called people I haven't even seen before! But I found one man that could be very valuable...Suddenly, Mr. Red low blows Cheng. Much to the crowd's surprise! Cheng keels over and out of nowhere, Rena comes up and smacks him with some object, not sure what, but whatever it is, it's very hard. Cheng falls over.Thunder Train: I FOUND MR. RED! AND NOW, THE THREE OF US STAND IN THIS RING! DOMINANT OVER THE LEADER OF THE UNTOUCHABLES!The crowd begins to chant "Untouchables!" "Untouchables!" "Untouchables!" The trio stand in triumph in the squared circle.Thunder Train: Go ahead! Cheer all you want, you will find that the rest of the Untouchables are much too busy to help their leader. But forget your cheers and take a look in the ring. The three of us plan to stop this before it starts. The Untouchables died years ago and we plan to finish them off ASAP. And Cheng tries to get into MY buisness? WELL, he can consider THIS his first lesson! PICK HIM UP!Rena and Mr. Red grab Cheng and hold him up to Train. On his knees, Cheng's eyes are glazed over a bit.Thunder Train: JAKE CHENG! YOU WILL REMEMBER THE NAME OF--Cheers from the crowd, that can't be good. It isn't! Dan White, Jonny Spade, Andrew Black and Michael Smart all run down to the ring. The trio quickly exit as fast as they can and head up the ramp. The crowd is relieved to not see Cheng be destroyed. Both sides don't budge as an ongoing "BRING IT ON!" occurs. But a message has already been sent. This war has just begun. And it won't end well.
Fade.Other credit be da Train
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 14:55:56 GMT -5
"Jackpot" [/font] RepAgent Amazing[/center] Lightning strikes. I've been driving through this city for a few hours now. Damn police squad car. The sirens are going off, but I wish they weren't. Nobody showed me how to turn them off. At least they stop me from thinking much. I don't want to think about what I saw a few miles back.Agent Amazing: This must be it.It's a big white building. The sign says "ACW Arena" but I'm sure this wasn't a wrestling arena a few years ago. It looks like a convention hall.Agent Amazing: There has to be a door around here somewhere. Some kind of opening... anything.The rain pours down hard, but I can't feel it. At least I couldn't, until I started thinking about it. The sirens are gone now, I'm on my own. Those visions can't be far away without much distraction.Agent Amazing: I found a door. Maybe someone inside will be talking loudly. Then it'll drown them out....Locked.Agent Amazing: I SMASH my fist in to the door. I came all this way, and for what? To be locked out.The door opens from the inside. A janitor opened it. Not the janitor I'm looking for.Janitor: Quit talking to yourself, nut! And don't bang on my doors like that. You ever heard of knocking?Agent Amazing: It seems like I'm not the only one who can hear my thoughts.This hallway is dark. Normally it would be a hazard to walk right in with no light and no idea of what you might be stepping on. I don't need light. I'll find out the dangerous objects that lay here when I step on them.Agent Amazing: What's that sound?Don't move. It's dark. They won't see you.Agent Amazing: But they might hear me.Footsteps... turn in to loud thumps. Whoever it was, they ran away. I quit the hiding act and run as fast as I can down the hallway.Agent Amazing: This hall lasts forever. I've been running for a few seconds now.Stop running... catch your breath. Whoever it is, they're probably gone now. Or not. The old creep hits me from behind with his broomstick. It probably shouldn't have hurt as much as it did... but at least it didn't knock me out. The door that I came in from opens again... the shine of the streetlights outside help ro reveal his face.Pistol Pete: What the hell you chasin' after me for?He thinks I'm knocked out. Good. I grab him by the throat and slam him up against the wall has hard as I can. The lights go on... the janitor sees me holding him up by only his neck. He runs out of fear. Back to the creep.Agent Amazing: You're a sick son of a bitch.Pistol Pete: What the fuck you doin, boy? Let me go!Agent Amazing: I don't think so. You gonna talk or what?Pistol Pete: I don't know what you talkin' bout!Agent Amazing: You're really pissing me off.I swing him over my head and chokeslam him to the ground, but I don't let go of his throat.Pistol Pete: OKAY! OKAY! WHAT DO YOU WANT?Agent Amazing: Sign the confession you sick fuck.I reach in to my pocket and pull the paper out. I drop it right on his chest. I don't have a pen, but he can sign it in his own blood. He doesn't have a problem with drawing blood.Agent Amazing: My head... oh no. I can't go out now. No! He'll get away.Fade to white. I'm laying in the grass again. My head doesn't hurt anymore. The sky is beautiful. Well, it was...: Good going. You've really done it now, haven't you?Agent Amazing: What are you talking about?: You'll see soon enough. You're going to be sorry.I don't even have time to respond and ask why.You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney present during questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you.Agent Amazing: My head hurts again...I look to the left. That creep is being carried away by police officers. They must have found the confession. Maybe the janitor called them. I don't know what happened, and I don't really care. As long as he gets put away for a long time.: Psst.Agent Amazing: Wah?: Come here.Fade to white.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 14:57:42 GMT -5
Match 7: VorteX vs. The Reprobate (Credit: Reprobate) The Reprobate vs. VorteX [/font] Rep[/center] Fade back to the ACW Arena, with the pumped crowd cheering, clapping and holding their arms and signs up for the cameras to see.In the house of my master Beyond the chains there is a bed of snakes where evil lays Oh, I hear laughter I forged the iron bars that someday will imprison meThe lights dim and grayish smoke fills the arena. Various lights placed around the arena create the illusion that the world is devoid of color, basking the entire arena in a black and white aura, deepening shadows and enhancing the florescent lights.Ooh, mother will you help me Mother will you help me To find a reason to go on
Out of the ashes of my youth - I rise a man And through the eyes of truth - I finally understand The wayVortex walks down to the ring slowly, as he descends the entranceway behind him gradually brightens, until he is near the ring, and at that exact moment a large explosion of white ensues behind him (due to the synchronized blast of hundreds of small devices rigged with an explosive catalyst).I've been beaten with his words and whipped whith his lies He will not break me down no matter how hard he tries Pray for my lost soul Out of control the storm inside me rages on and on and onVortex enters the ring and at which time the arena is cast into pitch blackness. The entrance music cuts and a single, dim spotlight shine down upon Vortex, illuminating wispy dust particles floating through the arena. The spotlight flickers, once, twice, a third time, and goes out. Complete darkness, and then a tremendous explosion around the ring as the arena lights come back on.Mother will you help me Mother will you help me To find a reason to go on
Out of the ashes of my youth - I rise a man And through the eyes of truth - I finally understand The wayVortex slowly removes his hat, and his eyes seem to illuminate as he does, then he casts off his coat and drapes it over his arm. Vortex walks to the edge of the ring and removes his coat from his arm and drapes it over the edge of the turnbuckle adjacent to him. Vortex walks to the center of the ring and waits for the entrance of Rep.
Suddenly, "Bombtrack" by Rage Against the Machine hits on the loudspeaker. The crowd starts a frenzy with boos and angry insults as the ramp lights go purple and blue. Paper balls fly towards the entrance area as the lights go white and The Reprobate shoves the black entrance curtain aside and steps out in front of the crowd for the first time, as an active competitor. The lights go back down as his group of wrestlers, consisting of Baron Trotter, Josh the Jersey Boy, Stan Vishis and even Mark Snider all follow him.McNally: Here it is. The match that's been over three months in the making.Edison: Absolutely, this pressure point has been building since Fallen Heroes back in April. We've seen a lot of problems between wrestlers, but none the nature of this one. Up until a short while ago, The Reprobate and Vortex had never even touched. But Vortex HAD felt Rep's wrath in the way of his group of outcast wrestlers doing his bidding. Sneak attacks, burning of the skin, match interferences, contract signings, quitting, COMING BACK, so many factors have come in to play in this conflict, and the only sure fire way to end this is tonight. In the ring, one on one.McNally: Another interesting point is the fact that this match that is being heralded as the final episode in this saga, is also the first in-ring match not only between Rep and Vortex, but it's Rep's first match in ACW, period. We've never seen a wrestler hold off on his debut match this long, especially considering the fact that he's gotten in to a quarrel with another wrestler for three months. Vortex said he wants to end this with one match, and I'm sure after the incident we saw just a week ago, Rep wants to end this as soon as possible.Rep and his group are now down by the ring, however they hold off from entering just yet. JJB starts a fight on the outside with a fan as Trotter moves in to stop the fan from getting too close.Edison: We see Rep's very large posse shadowing him. As big as this group is, there is one very large factor missing from the group, and you mentioned this earlier, McNally... his girlfriend Christina isn't at ringside.McNally: With this being Rep's first match in ACW, it's also his first match in a very long time in which Christina isn't on the outside. Vortex accidentally burned Christina with a fireball in a big multi-man brawl. Vortex was trying to give Rep a taste of his own medicine with a fireball, but he ducked, and Christina just so happened to have been standing behind him.Edison: But let's not kid ourselves here. Vortex didn't look too upset about it. I think we should use the term "acidentally" very loosely. Rep, on the other hand, leaped to his feet and dove on to her to put her out.As Rep enters the ring with his backup, a confidence about his walk tell us that he knows that the upcoming bout will be a special teams match, what with his group being on the outside. Suddenly, "Epic" by Faith No More hits and the crowd turns to the entrance way again, as do Rep and Vortex. From the back comes Alex Storm, holding a clipboard and a microhpone in his hands.Alex Storm: I was holding off on announcing this, because I didn't want to inflate this situation between you, Rep and you, Vortex. But it's come to the point where I can just no longer sit by and allow this all to happen. We've seen Vortex get severely burned and he was unable to wrestle. We've seen innocent bystanders like Douglas Ozzy get burned. We've also seen a woman... a woman... get burned. Now, this may come as a surprise or for lack of a better word, a shock... to many people both in the crowd, in the ring, and in the back. When I was picked up in ACW after GWF's closing, I was asked to cover Rep's career as a journalist. Maybe it was because everybody else was afraid to, or maybe it was because nobody wanted to even give him attention. They offered me an announcer's position, but I turned it down. I took the job of following around Rep and broadcasting his troubles, high notes and what have you. Along with that job, came responsibility. I hold in my hand, my contract with ACW. It states that as I am Rep's journalist, I also hold jurisdiction above him. That means that I was given power over some elements of his career. One of them being his match types and stipulations.The crowd begins cheering as Rep looks very upset and knows what is coming.Alex Storm: Since there was no set stipulation to the match, I am allowed to intervene. I can't sit in the back and watch this happen again. I've seen enough of it. Time after time, Vortex takes the beating and it gets out of hand. This time, I'm exercising my right. You haven't heard from me about this before, but it's too much. I am hereby banning Josh the Jersey Boy... Baron Trotter... Stan Vishis... Mark Snider... and even Pistol Pete, wherever he may be... from interfering in this match. If you break my rule, I will pass along a note to ACW officials about your disregard for policies. Some of you may see this as a double cross, but I see it as justice. Please have a good match and be done with this when the match is over.Alex nods, places the microphone on the ground, and walks to the back as the crowd cheers and three referees come out to escort Rep's group to the backstage area. JJB refuses to leave, so the referees have security come out and drag him out. Snider abliges and walks off, but Trotter leaves through the crowd. Rep stands, for the first time, alone in the ring... with Vortex smiling.Ring Announcer: Wrestling fans... the upcoming match is three months in the making. One fall to a finish, 60 minute time limit. Introducing first, making his ACW debut, weighing 220 pounds, from New York City... THE REPROBATE!Rep poses as the crowd boos loudly and begin throwing paper balls in to the ring. Some fans have streamers that they throw in to the ring and some have air horns that they blow.Ring Announcer: His opponent, weighing 200 pounds, from Death Valley, California... VORTEX!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 14:58:07 GMT -5
The crowd cheers loudly as Vortex taunts Rep. Both men run in to each other and lock up. Rep shows strength by pushing Vortex forward in to the corner, and Vortex responds by pushing back. They struggle for power as the lock up spins. Eventually Rep gets the best of the lock up and drives Vortex in to the corner. Rep hits Vortex with a low knee to the midsection and has him hunched over the second rope. Rep places his knee over the back of Vortex's neck and chokes him on the rope. The referee runs over to break it up but Rep drives a hard shove before letting go.
Edison: Disrespect to the referee may be immoral, but it sure gets the job done when it comes to competition.
Vortex grabs his throat while Rep backs up in to the opposite corner... and then runs right back over with a kick to Vortex's throat. The referee backs Rep up in to the opposite corner.
McNally: This match has now been successfully slowed down by Rep. It looked to be like Vortex was looking for a quick start, but Rep ended that and he did it quickly.
Rep waits for Vortex to get to his feet, by order of the referee. He follows up by a running low kick, taking Vortex's feet out from under him. Rep moves over to the front of Vortex and backhands him in the face with a slap.
Edison: How demeaning. There's nothing like a slap in the face to lower your self esteem.
Rep grabs the head of Vortex and pulls him in to the center of the ring. He spins him around and hits a hangman's neckbreaker! He turns around and grabs Vortex to his feet again. The spin once again, and he follows up with a second hangman's neckbreaker. Rep turns around, grabs his foe's head and picks him up once again. A third consecutive hangman's neckbreaker.
Edison: That neck has got to be ripe for Rep to pull of his finishing move.
McNally: Whatever he may be using, it always involves the neck.
Rep shows no mercy by grabbing Vortex once again, and looking for a fourth hangman's neckbreaker. This time, however, Vortex is able to counter by spinning out of it. As Rep turns back around, Vortex hits a jumping knee to Rep's midsection.
McNally: Could this be a return for Vortex in the match?
Vortex hops on to Rep's shoulders and hits a flying headscissors! Rep lands straight on his back as Vortex poses. He moves back over to Rep, picks him up, and goes for a vertical suplex. Rep lands on his feet, and elbows Vortex. Rep runs off the ropes and hits a shoving shoulderblock to the back of Vortex.
Edison: So much for a turning point! Rep cut him off.
Rep backs away from Vortex and drops to the outside of the ring. He grabs a steel chair from the ringside timekeeper's table and throws it in to the ring.
McNally: You have to wonder what's going through his mind right now after that vicious burning we saw last week. That was his girlfriend!
Edison: It looks like he's going for a steel chair attack. I'm not sure why he's doing this, now. The referee is still on his feet and very much aware.
Rep rolls back in to the ring as Alex Storm is seen in the background at ringside. Vortex is in the corner, with his back turned to Rep, pulling himself up with aid of the ropes. As expected, the referee runs over to the steel chair and puts it on the outside of the ring. Meanwhile, Rep runs up to Vortex and kicks him right between his legs, from behind. The crowd groans as Vortex falls to his knees, grabbing his testicles.
McNally: Alex Storm is back out here. I think he's trying to play outside enforcer here, but there has to be a limit on how much he can control!
Edison: There definitely is, McNally. I mean, are we to believe that ACW gave Alex Storm complete control over changing matches like that? There has to be at least a one change rule, and he can't change matches that already have a set stipulation, which this one did NOT.
As the referee comes back to the action, unaware of the ballshot, Rep backs away from Vortex with his hands where the ref can see them. Alex points and yells an objection of Rep's dirty work. Rep shoots Alex a dirty look and kicks the bottom rope. The referee comes over to see what the problem is and Rep points to Alex, suggesting that he is interfering in the match. The referee tells Alex to calm down as Alex blows up in disbelief of the referee's blindness.
Edison: Easy, killer.
Vortex has now turned around in his ground pain, he sits in the bottom rope with his head resting on the turnbuckle. Rep walks over and begins punching the head of Vortex as Alex watches from the outside.
The fans begin to chant for Vortex to make a comeback, and Vortex head begins shaking as the punches connect. Rep punches, Vortex shakes. Rep punches again, Vortex shakes more. When Rep punches a third time, Vortex gets to one knee. Rep throws an elbow to the back of Vortex's head and he gets to another knee! Rep hits Vortex again and Vortex finally gets to his feet.
Edison: It seems that now that the fans are chanting for Vortex, with each punch Rep throws, it actually makes him stronger!
Vortex begins shaking and pumping his arms as Rep looks around for something to grab hold of and hit Vortex with. Of course, there is nothing. Vortex goes for a big punch, but Rep ducks and dives to the corner. Rep reaches in to his back pocket and takes out a towel. He blows his nose in to the towel and turns around with it. He shoves the towel in to Vortex's face!
McNally: THE SNOT RAG!
Vortex covers his face which was burned and has now come in to contact with pure boogers. Alex bangs his fists on the mat and calls for the referee to restore some kind of outside object ruling, but the referee simply takes the rag away by the tip of it and throws it outside the ring.
Rep goes back over to the downed Vortex and slaps him repeatedly, and then grabs his neck and locks on the Dragon Sleeper!
Edison: Dragon sleeper! Not only could this be a wear down for Rep's finishing move, but if worst comes to worst, it could end the match right here!
Rep pulls back harder to put strain on Vortex's neck and Vortex kicks for the ropes, which are just in reach. He kicks harder and harder, trying to throw his weight over to get a rope break. He finally reaches the rope, with a tap of the foot, and the referee breaks the hold. Rep shows frustration and kicks the rope nearest to Alex Storm. Rep moves closer to Alex and yells in his face. The referee runs over and tells Alex that he should go backstage because he's upsetting Rep.
McNally: What is this? Alex should have known that Rep would have caused a big scene about this.
Edison: He's only trying to do what's right.
As this fit of power takes place, Vortex recouperates in the ring. He pulls himself together and begins stomping on the mat to signify that an increase of strength is on its way. Rep gets back to the action in the ring and sees Vortex on his feet. He runs over to Vortex who hits a spinning heel kick on Rep. Rep bounces back up and turns on his knees to Vortex, who has a roundhouse kick ready for Rep. He hits it, and Rep goes right back down!
McNally: Rep goes down for one of the first times in the match!
On the outside, Alex is throwing a fit over being kicked backstage and the referee is trying to call for more referees to come out and handle this. With his sight taken away from the action in the ring, the crowd begins to boo and yell at the referee to go back to the ring as they see something fishy going on.
Edison: I'm with them. I don't like the looks of this, McNally!
Vortex finally has Rep down and is covering Rep, but the referee is on the outside. Vortex backs off of Rep, who lies on his back in a daze. Votex gets up to see what is going on with the referee and moves over to the ropes. He grabs the top rope, but before he can do anything to catch the referee's attention, the crowd moans. The camera cuts back to a wide shot of the ring as Christina slides in, holding a steel chair in her hands. She steps over Rep's downed body and whacks Vortex on the back with a surprisingly hard shot that takes him down to his knees.
Edison: She's back!?!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 14:58:22 GMT -5
The camera cuts to another shot from down next to the entrance way that reveals her face clearer, and we see that she has a dark bruise under her left eye from the fire incident. She raises the chair again and cracks Vortex on top of the head once more with a skull shattering swing. He drops to the ground and his lifeless body lays flat on the canvas.
The crowd begins booing and throwing paper balls in to the ring once again as they see Rep take advantage of loopholes and interference, as he always does. Rep can barely move, but he turns over to see Vortex down and out cold. He begins dragging his body over to Vortex and throws his arm over Vortex's body. The crowd reacts by chanting "This is bullshit!" with stomping feet and clapping hands.
McNally: Don't let it end like this! If he's able to take this behavior over here to ACW and win his first match like this, there'll be no stopping him after it!
At this point the referee has returned as Rep finally lays on top of Vortex. The ref slides in to the ring and begins the count. As he counts 1, the crowd yells NO! At 2, they tell NO louder, and at 3... they jump to their feet in excitement as Vortex gets the shoulder up!
McNally: Unthinkable! Vortex is still alive!
The referee holds the two fingers up to signify an incomplete pinfall. Rep musters enough strength to get to his feet and goes over to the ref. He grabs on his shirt and begins yelling in his face, still in a daze from Vortex's assault before the incomplete pinfall. The referee grabs Rep's arms and tries to get away, but Rep is too powerful. Rep lets him go with a light shove and the ref's back hits the ropes. Rep turns around and grabs Vortex by the head. He gets him to his feet and goes for a DDT!
McNally: WILL HE HIT IT?!
No! Vortex kicks Rep in the leg and pulls him backwards in to a small package! The referee runs over... ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!
Ring Announcer: Your winner, at 18 minutes and 45 seconds... VORTEX!!!
Rep jumps to his feet as Vortex rolls out of the ring and raises his arms. Baron Trotter runs in to the ring to hold Rep back from attacking Vortex any longer. JJB follows quickly and helps hold Rep back as Vortex celebrates on the outside and the crowd cheer him on. They draw around him, patting him on the back, and VorteX leans against the railings, utterly exhausted and seemingly too tired to pull away.
McNally: He's done it! Vortex has finally done it! He pinned Pistol Pete... He pinned Stan Vishis... and on August 1st, 2009, he pinned THE REPROBATE!
Edison: There's not much to say about this, McNally. Other than that it looks like this conflict is over, as far as Vortex is concerned. It looks like Rep's group want him to stop the attacks. They're calling for a truce and Rep wants none of it!
McNally: They're doing their best to calm him down but I don't think he'll change his mind any time soon!
Rep finally gives up and lowers to the canvas. He rests, back to the ropes, as JJB encourages him on a good match. Christina lowers to him and rubs his head as Rep's eyes close and he seemingly falls asleep after nearly 20 minutes of wrestling nonstop.
The cameras are already off as the break kicks in. Edison shuffles his papers and turns around to sign the shirt of a persistant fan; as he does so, McNally looks over to where VorteX was.
It’s odd; he can’t recall actually seeing the victor leave. He shrugs; maybe he’s just not been paying enough attention...
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 14:58:42 GMT -5
Segment: The Boss Ain’t Happy (Credit: Dan White)
The camera opens up, and there’s a resounding pop emanating from the crowd, as we’re introduced to Dan White, the Welsh Dragon. He’s stood in Chairman Gingerdude’s office, and the chairman looks less than pleased, as he holds a piece of paper up from his seated position, in his right hand. With a stiff mouth, he glares at the troublesome Welshman, who in turn has a rather perplexed look on his face. He has no idea why he’s there. At least, seemingly, he has no idea why he’s there.
Gingerdude: Do you KNOW what this is?!
Dan White: Erm, not particularly...
Gingerdude: THIS is a list of complaints as a result of YOUR drinking binge with that friend of yours. That Andrew Starr.
There’s a slightly awkward pose, as Dan shrugs his shoulders.
Dan White: ...Your point?
Gingerdude looks fit to burst. It was completely the wrong thing to ask, especially to a man whose blood pressure is already through the roof.
Gingerdude: My point is that when you signed your contract deal, we had an agreement that YOU would mellow yourself out. You would no longer be doing all this crap, crap that costs me viewers! And no viewers means no merchandise sales!
Dan White: Hey man, calm down. My shit is selling like hotcakes.
Gingerdude: That is NOT the point! YOU acted out of order, and YOU can explain yourself to why you acted in such a manner, especially when WE had an agreement that you would behave yourself.
Dan sighs, shaking his head slightly, as he prepares to talk.
Dan White: Listen, Gingerdude. I can’t help who I am. I’m just me, yeah? And I ain’t gonna change just cos some Manc like yourself has got a carrot stuck up his arse. I’m here cos I do my own thing. I’m me. I don’t put on an act or anything stupid like that. I just do what I do, and if the people don’t like it, then it’s their fault. I mean come on, I only agreed to that crap cos it’s all subjective, innit. You can’t decide what’s mellow and what’s not, cos everyone’s different. I’ve basically just played you like a thumb to get whatever I want!
There’s more cheers from the crowd, as Dan’s face glows with a smile. The same cannot be said, however, for Gingerdude, who looks like he’s about to explode.
Gingerdude: You know Dan, I would love nothing more than to have ACW rid of you indefinitely.
The Welshman holds out his arms, expressing Ginger to go ahead with the threat.
Dan White: So go on then, man. Do it.
Gingerdude: You KNOW I can’t do it. Unfortunately for me, you are seen as too valuable for this goddamn company. It is out of my hands. The board of directors think that you bring in too much money for the company to let go to waste.
This brings yet another smile to Dan’s face. Complements tend to go down well, especially when spoken by the man who seems to hate your guts.
Dan White: Hey, well then that’s a cause for a celebration, mate! You should get yourself down to the Mestaruus Reunion later! God knows what we got planned but it should be a messy night! You up for it, pal?
The gnashing of Ginger’s teeth pretty much says it all, and Dan points to the door.
Dan White: Ah, you know what? I think I can find myself to the door. I need to get going anyways. I got some stuff I need to be doing, and all that. Gotta make some deliveries and the like.
He makes a phone motion with his hand, but Gingerdude remains motionless, save for a cold, dark glare that could pierce into the most resilient man’s chest. And Dan dares not challenge, instead making his way out the door, with a skip in his step. Before the segment fades out, Gingerdude utters one final thing.
Gingerdude: One day, I am going to have the opportunity to fire that bastard, and when I do, it will be the most satisfying moment of my life.
With a snarl, he scrumples up the piece of paper, tossing it behind his.
Seems like Dan’s back to his old ways after all.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 14:59:05 GMT -5
"Eye of the Storm" [/font] RepAgent Amazing[/center] Fade in from white. I'm sitting down in a big leather chair. There's a desk in front of me and a chair facing the other way behind it. This is all too familiar.Agent Amazing: What's going on here?: Good, you're awake.The chair spins around. There's a geeky looking guy sitting in it.: My name is Alex Storm, and I'm an employee of ACW Wrestling. I saw how you took down Pete. I didn't know the guy had actually done anything. I mean, we all knew that he was crazy as cat shit but we never thought he'd actually act on it.Agent Amazing: What do you want from me?Alex Storm: I don't want to take... I want to give. As a primarily backstage employee of ACW, I have the ability to put in a good word to get men jobs. Men who have potential. And after several years in wrestling, I have an eye for catching stars. You caught my eye. What is your name?I can barely speak. My head is thumping like a heartbeat again.Agent Amazing: I...Alex Storm: I couldn't help but notice that you're dressed like a superhero. And after seeing your superhero-like deeds... why not try it out?Agent Amazing: Wuh...Alex Storm: This is your chance to make yourself known. I can't imagine that many people take you seriously out there. You walk around wearing underwear over your tights and talking to yourself. In the streets, you're gawked at and maybe even ignored. Here... you would be admired.Agent Amazing: Okay... I'll do it.He smiles. I can't get a read on him. He could be good, or he could be bad. I can't tell. I don't care right now. I'm tired... real tired. This leather is comfortable.Fade to white.
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