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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 6, 2009 15:51:15 GMT -5
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Match 1: Jeff James vs. Alex Trixer
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Match 2: Kaoru Hanayama vs. Agent Amazing
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Match 3: Jonny Spade vs. Rena Matheson vs. Mr. Red
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Match 4: Jay Zero vs. Chris Phenomenal
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Match 5: Andrew Black vs. VorteX - Entertainment Championship
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Match 6: BK London vs. Dan White
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 6, 2009 15:51:58 GMT -5
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Looking to the Future.
Chris Phenomenal and Jay Zero
===================== At Seven Deadly Sins no titles changed hands however one could say there was a passing of the torch, a changing of the guard if you will. At Seven Deadly Sins in a hellacious brawl, Chris Phenomenal walked out, not necessarily the victor, but the survivor after knocking out Rattlesnake with a superman punch. Now as we head towards Heat Wave, what is on Chris Phenomenal’s mind is unknown, but with his music filling the arena maybe he is going to tell us.
I’ve worked my whole life for this.
I mean I seen so many roadblocks, so many doubters in my way.
To be honest with you I see no body.
I’m THA BEST!
LISTEN!
Emerging at the top of the ramp is Chris Phenomenal, the crowd giving it to the man wearing a do-rag on his head and a pair of True Religion jeans to go with a plain white t shirt. Slowly he comes down to the ring sliding in and goes over to Phillip Jones, asking for the microphone. He goes back to the center of the ring and waits for the crowd to quiet
Chris Phenomenal: So, despite the support of all you simpletons, hear I stand, victorious. Despite the best efforts of Rattlesnake to break my, spirit and body I have persevered and brought to fruition that which I preached. I entered battle with a man that three years ago each and every one you would have walked to the other side of the street lest you risk drawing his ire and came out no worse for wear.
Despite the claims of Chris, one can obviously tell that he is still banged up five days after the match. His right hand is bandaged up, his left eye is swollen to almost shut and betraying his act of clean health Chris rubs his shoulder.
Chris Phenomenal: If this were in the court of law, and I was the prosecution there would be no choice but conviction. At Seven Deadly Sins I proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that the career of Rattlesnake was over, that father time had taken his last hope of becoming something in this industry. He joins the likes of Davey Marvel, of Jack Fury, men who seemed destined for greatness but in the end they couldn’t take the final step. Now, like those two it is time for Snake to hang up the boots, to realize that his time has come and gone, that there is a new age dawning in ACW, ushered in by yours truly.
The crowd hisses at Chris Phenomenal and a loud chant of Snake breaks out, drawing a smile to the face of Chris Phenomenal.
Chris Phenomenal: You may chant his name, you may call him down to the ring, pray to the almighty that Snake is in attendance and in ten seconds his music will hit, cutting me off before making his way down to the ring to kick my ass. You can do whatever the hell you want because it ain’t goin’ to happen. As far as I’m concerned Rattlesnake is done with ACW and there ain’t nothin’ you can do about it. I can officially say that I…RETIRED…RATTLESNAKE!!!
More disdain from the ACW faithful comes down on the Harlem Superman but that only serves to strengthen his resolve.
Chris Phenomenal: The shame was, it wasn’t even that hard. I expected old Snake to come down to the ring, ready to throw at me everything he had and then the kitchen sink. Needless to say I was disappointed with how the match went; it was like he couldn’t do anything to hurt me. I was like that big ass Russian against Apollo Creed in Rocky IV, he couldn’t touch me.
McNally: I’m curious as to what match Chris Phenomenal is talking about because it obviously isn’t the one we saw at Seven Deadly Sins. Rattlesnake was in control of the match until Chris hit him with the Superman Punch. He had all of three offensive moves the entire match.
The words of Maxwell McNally must have carried over to Chris as he was about to start in a again, before turning his attention away from the ramp and too the announce table of Maxwell McNally.
Chris Phenomenal: You honestly think you’re a big man Max, that sitting behind that microphone where nobody can hear you gives you some form of immunity.
Chris hops out of the ring and goes over towards the entrance table. McNally tries to escape through the crowd but Chris leaps the announce table and brings him back by the collar of his shirt.
Chris Phenomenal: And where the fuck do you think you’re going. I ain’t Jason Freeman, I’m not going to hurt you. All I want is for you to take this microphone and tell everyone in attendance what the fuck you just said.
Chris forcefully thrusts the microphone into the chest of McNally as he turns and looks at Chris, stammering to the jeering audience.
McNally: I…I said that…that Snake dom…
Chris Phenomenal: Fuck that part, no one gives a damn any more ‘bout that has been. Skip to the end.
McNally: I said that…that you only needed…needed three moves to…to win.
A cruel smile comes across the face of Chris as he lets go of McNally before sliding back into the ring. A brave fan throws his bag of popcorn into the ring at Chris Phenomenal who dodges it but immediately grabs the attention of Chris.
Chris Phenomenal: Hey ya fat fuck, need I show you what happened to the last piece of shit that tried to cross my path?
The man in the crowd looks at Chris, not giving an inch before Chris brushes him off
Chris Phenomenal: Bitch you ain’t worth my time nor my energy, it wouldn’t even take me three seconds to knock you the fuck out.
Apparently Chris has been working on his microphone work as he’s really got the crowd involved now, dangling them on the string like a puppeteer.
Chris Phenomenal: If we need further evidence that Snake’s career is finished, it’s the fact that I only needed three moves to finish him off. That’s an unheard of sum for someone of his apparent stature, it shows how far exactly Snake is down the hill.
The unwavering support of Rattlesnake from the fans, especially the man he once was is inspiring in and of itself. A “Snake” chant starts up amongst the faithful as Chris waits for a few moments to see if it will die down and realizing it’s here to stay, Chris takes role of director, waving his arms too and fro along with the chant which eventually is replaced with a long resounding “boo”.
Chris Phenomenal: So now the question is, where do I go from here. Who do I go after next on my ascent to the top. Seeing as how Dave Shadow has been going after everybody who may have attacked him, maybe I should just tell him that I did it in order to get a shot at the International Title. Maybe I should set my sights higher and tell Senator that I’m redeeming my title shot against him at Heatwave, or maybe I should go after another legend still on the roster, one Mrs. Alicia Laureano.
The evocation of one of the names held most dear to the hearts of the people, even after the saga with Dave Shadow can’t help but draw them in once more, as well as giving Chris more fuel to continue.
Chris Phenomenal: I mean, how hard could it be. She’s a woman, she’s old. She lost to fucking Dave Shadow of all people, how many moves do you think she’d take me, two?
This response sends the crowd into a frenzy, jeering Chris Phenomenal.
Chris Phenomenal: What’s that, only one move to take down the great Atomic one?
Chris’ smile grows larger as the crowd is near it’s breaking point.
Chris Phenomenal: There’s time to decide that all in the future because tonight I have grander designs. I feel as if seeing as how all of you were so supportive at Seven Deadly Sins that I owe you a great match, something that you would normally have to pay to see. So tonight, I’m going to come to the aid of one Dan White. I’m going to prevent any outside interference in his match against BK London. I’m laying down the challenge for a former ACW World Champion, I’m calling out Jay Zero. Tonight for the first time ever, Jay Zero and Chris Phenomenal meet inside the ring.
The enormity of the match takes time to settle in amongst the ACW faithful as Chris looks up the ramp waiting for Jay Zero to make his presence known.
Chris Phenomenal: Common Jay, I know you’re back there somewhere, probably listening to yourself gloat about how you’re better than that man you see in the mirror. You’re a modern day Narcissus Jay Zero, so why don’t you get your ass on out here to prevent yourself from drownin’.
Chris stands patiently waiting as the crowd goes restless. The seconds tick by like hours as Chris waits for Jay Zero who apparently isn’t going to come down.
Chris Phenomenal: You know Jay, I was just starting here when you ran shit as the “Commissioner” but I have to tell you something, BK London is ten times the wrestler you ever were. BK London could…
Finally Chris is cut off by the opening screech of Crack a Bottle as Jay Zero finally makes his presence known at the top of the entrance ramp, a microphone in his hands. The crowd half boos, half cheers the man, not sure which side to take in this conflict, or with Jay Zero personally. Zero makes his way down to the ring before sliding in, getting to his feet and going face to face with Chris Phenomenal.
Jay Zero: Sorry - see, I was just in the back when I thought I heard you say that BK London is better than me?[/b] Chris looks into the face of Jay Zero, a sick smirk coming over his face as he looks at one half of the ACW Tag Team Champions.
Chris Phenomenal: Damn straight tha’s what I said. Who you ever beat?Jay Zero looks back at Chris not giving an inch as he runs his hand through his feather boa.
Jay Zero: ....I've beaten a hell of a lot better and badder men than you have, that's for damn sure.Chris Phenomenal: Really, who tha fuck are ya kiddin’. Ya beat Senator who at that point in time was coming off a long lay off. Ya lost to XS3 who one could say is ‘xactly like Rattlesnake, all potential no results. Then ya lost the title to Jake Steele, mother fuckin’ Jake Steele of all people. They said ya were somethin’ when I first came here, that ya were the fucking best wrestler in the business. Seein’ ya over the past month, and the month when ya was commissioner, as far as I’m concerned ya…ain’t…shit. Jay Zero: Y'see, there I go again. Really, I don't know what's wrong but I keep hearing shit that's clearly not right at all. I'm obviously hearing things. For one, XS3 has never even beaten me in singles competition, I absolutely demolished Rattlesnake at Omega Effect III, and right now - not only am I one-half of the ACW Tag Team Champions, but I'm also still the greatest catch that ACW has to offer! So if you still claim that I aint shit, then tonight, I'll SHOW you why I'm the best there is when I shut your puny, punk ass up! So once again, sorry - it must be the wasted amount of space in this ring that's effecting my hearing - so I ought to do something about it, shouldn't I?Chris Phenomenal: Ya, let me help ya.Zero sees the punch coming from a mile away and throws his arm up to block it and comes back with a shot of his own that Chris blocks, the two throw on the inside before finally Jay gets the leveling blow in on Chris that pauses him, giving Zero enough time to clothesline him out of the ring as he grabs his microphone again.
Jay Zero: Hey - You want to see just how good Jay Zero is?! Huh? You want to see why I'm the ONLY Emperor of the Ring to ever seal the deal with World Championship Gold? Ya want to see why I’m a Grand Slam Champion?! Tonight Chris Phenomenal, me versus you, one on one in the ring.Chris Phenomenal rubs his swollen eye as he looks up at Jay Zero smiling.McNally: I never thought I’d be rooting for Jay Zero but tonight I hope he teaches Chris Phenomenal a lesson.[/font] |
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 6, 2009 15:52:45 GMT -5
Segment: One Down, One Up (Credit: The Senator & Dan White) The usual pyros of Meltdown fly off throughout the ACW arena without a hitch, and with that comes the trademark Dutch camera angles, showing the adoring and passionate crowd in their masses. However their cheers are immediately subdued, and transition into a chorus of boos, as “Hail to the Chief” hits the sound system, and Senator Steve Phillips walks through the curtain, with a large grin on his face, and hold the ACW World Title. The two-time champion was successful in defending his belt against Jason Freeman last Saturday at Seven Deadly Sins, although it was a much trickier task than he expected, having to pull out a phenomenal act of strength to finally defeat his foe. And as he walks down the ring, he knows fine well that he proved all his critics wrong, as he looks into a long title reign.
Walking up the steel steps in brisk fashion, he acts like a man who relishes the prospect of standing in front of these people. The same cannot be said for the crowd, who continue to hurl their abuse, as Senator takes a microphone.The Senator: Well, well, well, as I stand before you here tonight, I remain YOUR ACW World Heavyweight Champion, like it or not! As a grand conquering hero, I hold this title aloft for all to behold! You people have brought one loser after another in a futile attempt to dethrone me, and yet, nobody has found any success in such endeavors! Thunderkiss, Jake Steele, both exceptional competitors, but where are they now? Mr. Red, Rattlesnake? Hmph, Howard Dean would offer more of a challenge than their ilk! Danny Mainer had a shot, but instead took the train to nowhere, sensibly avoiding a confrontation that would only end up in abject failure on his behalf! And the last challenger for the title, Jason Freeman? Mr. Freeman proved that he is indeed unfit for top level competition when he took his shot! Freeman had his fifteen minutes of fame, and now he shall crawl back under whatever crevice he emerged from to begin with. Who shall challenge me now? I will answer my own question and state boldly that nobody is left! There are no more worthy challenges or challengers left in this shell of an organization, I am sorry to proclaim, nobody can hold a candle to the likes of... ANARCHY!!!!!! There’s a huge pop as “Anarchy in the UK” by The Sex Pistols hits, and Senator doesn’t even move his head, rather lowering his microphone with great disgust as the Welsh Dragon Dan White strides out the curtain, with a huge scream, before throwing one fist firmly in the air. He then walks down the ramp, taking into account all the members of the crowd either side, as the World champion rolls his eyes, mimicking a look on his wrist to suggest that this is just a great big waste of time. Dan eventually rolls into the ring, taking a microphone along the way from a crew member, and allowing the crowd to calm down.Dan White: Hello ACW and the world! There’s a huge cheer from the crowd, as Senator shakes his head.Dan White: I tell you what, I feel on top of the world! And would you guys like to know why? It’s because I have seen the light. I have managed to work out what that nitty gritty little thing in my head was telling me. And it has something to do with your World champion. He points towards Senator, but in such an abrupt manner, that his finger only ends less than three inches from Phillips’ face.The Senator: Mr. White, I respect you for being an original ACW member, but do not delude yourself into thinking that you have the liberty of waving that digit in my face. If you do not remove your finger immediatly, I shall separate it from the rest of your body. Dan hastily moves his finger, as Senator continues.The Senator: Now then, must you waste my time, the people's time, and our broadcast time by blathering on and acting like a general ruffian, or do you have a point for being out here? Dan White: I am here cos I disagree with some of the shit you’re saying, mate. You claim that there is nobody left to beat within ACW? Well the last time I checked, I hadn’t lost to you in ages, man! In fact, I haven’t lost to you ever since I returned last year! I mean we all remember Omega Effect IV, right? When I kicked your arse and beat you? There’s a resounding cheer from the crowd, as Senator grimaces, muttering the words "ancient history" under his breath.Dan White: And, if you will allow me to roll the tape, you will see that I managed to pin you on the Warfare before Seven Deadly Sins! Now, if some kind tosser would please press start... The attention turns back to the ring, and Senator is shaking his head, before giving a response.The Senator: White, if you really think that a throwaway tag contest with improvised teams really meant anything, I might suggest that you seek professional help. That match meant nothing in the slightest to Chris Phenomenal or myself. There’s boos from the crowd, but Dan hushes them.Dan White: Whoa whoa there, guys. Senator here might well be right. I might be a bit deluded. Slightly wrong in the head. But Phillips, I don’t care what you think about me. I’ve proven to be someone who you’re unable to beat, and I want my shot at the title. There’s a huge cheer from the crowd, but Senator is quick to shoot him down.The Senator: Well, you may state your intent, but that will not yield results, for as the champion, I have the privelage to pick my challengers, and as I see it, you no longer measure up in such a role. I would not wish to ruin your reputation, as I did for Jason Freeman, nor would I want to run you out of here, as I did with Steele. Naturally, the fans respond negatively, giving the World champion a piece of their mind. But much to Senator’s wearied confusion, the Welshman begins to laugh.The Senator: And what might you be chortling at? Dan White: Well, I could be laughing at many things. Maybe it’s the fact that your proud, arrogant speech is about to be shat all over. Phillips crosses his arms, as Dan carries on.Dan White: I was approached by...well, to be frank, I dunno what the fuck it is. Anyways, I was given a clue to what lay in my future. I was given the letters “E”, “V”, “O”. Evo. Now, all I could think of was that somebody wanted to give me a game of Pro Evolution Soccer, but that would be a pretty stupid thing to assume, right? So I went for a bit of puzzle-solving, and what else do those letters make out? None other than O-E-V. The Senator: Omega Effect Five... Dan White: That’s correct! And what happened at Omega Effect Five? Well, Hitman of the Gods and I had a match, which was agreed to be a number one contender’s match. And it happened to be a draw. I should have won and I would have if the match continued beyond it’s totally scandalously short time restraints, but whatever. Our fine chairman then came out and told us that the issue would be resolved eventually. And guess what! Well, it wasn’t resolved. Dan shakes his head, placing hands on hips and almost looks as though tears are nigh. But this act doesn’t fool anyone, no less our World champion.The Senator: Can you please get on with it? Time is at a premium for successful, driven individuals such as myself. Dan White: Hey! I’m getting there. I just wanted some dramatic effect! Anyways, the issue wasn’t resolved, UNTIL Hitman of the Gods decided to leave. I don’t know why, but he’ll be back one day. He always is. Anyways, it left there to be a lack of a number one contender. But since one of us had to be it, I guess, by default, it leaves me as the challenger to your belt! Another loud pop, and the Senator looks rather shocked at these revelations, trying to scramble some sort of response.The Senator: Well...that is rather speculative...but if I am forced into such an unsavory situation, with my back against the wall, I will defeat you resoundingly, even more so than my win against Freeman. Look, we have seen how other ACW legends have done as of late, the likes of BK London and his ilk have accepted their roles as secondary players, but I would presume that you might have to go through a few people like him before you would be considered a real challenger. Yet another cheer, for the name drop of ACW’s legendary figure, and Dan shrugs his shoulders.Dan White: Well, I’ll thank you for the warning, but please, leave me to worry about BK, won’t you? The mood of the confrontation quickly tenses with the tone of Dan’s voice, and he drops his microphone, taking a step closer towards The Senator. But the World champion is quick to neutralise the situation, unprepared to allow things to get out of hand such early on.The Senator: I know that you are irrepressibly impulsive, and prefer to let your fists lead before your mind can move, but in this case, we shall defer to the slow wheels of justice and executive judgement, and as such, I will defer this case to Chairman Gingerdude, may he take pity on your soul, and save you the tremendous burden that a title shot would place upon your shoulders, and that, sir, is nothing, but the truth. ”Hail to the Chief” hits again, and the World champion drops his microphone as well, taking a moment to glare at his potential foe, before turning and exiting the ring. Dan watches him leave with a smirk on his face, proud at the fact that he’s managed to get one up on the Senator, and also excited at the prospect of a World title fight, as the camera fades to commercials. |
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 6, 2009 15:56:55 GMT -5
Segment: Out! (Credit: Yoko / Sarin)
??: Why are you here?
The last person you would expect to see at your door is someone serving time in prison. Yet as Yoko Satoshi answered a knock at her hotel room door, that's what she found. That being Sarin Rossi staring right back at her.
Sarin: Why yes, I will come inside, thank you ever so much for asking!
Yoko: I asked why you were here.
Sarin: Not even a hug or a "Welcome back"?
Yoko eyes Sarin's luggage, which she just noticed.
Yoko: You can't stay here, Sarin.
Sarin: I never intended to. I'm on my way to Snake's place.
Yoko: You came to see me before anyone else?
Sarin: Erm...
Yoko: Why are you here?
Sarin: To say thanks. Thanks for staging that scene at the prison. I was commended by the warden for my "strong moral fiber" or whatever. He pulled some strings, and due to the unusual circumstances of my case in the first place, I received a full pardon. Yoko, if you hadn't locked me in to keep me from escaping, I'd still be there.
Yoko: I...Despite our disagreements, you didn't deserve to be there. Not forever.
Sarin: See, I knew you still had a heart. I kept telling Yuki you had your reasons for vanishing. But-
Yoko: Before you ask, I had to dispose of something evil, and I couldn't involve her. I still can't.
Sarin: I understand perfectly. But Yuki, she doesn't. She's a teenager. Her world revolves around her. She thinks you hate her. It HAS been over a year since you've even spoken. Or is it already two years? She chased you around the world, literally, and you're still not speaking even though you finished your ordeal.
Yoko: I miss her...But I'm not sure if she'd forgive me. I wouldn't.
Sarin: Yuki isn't you. Everyone seems to forget that. I'll speak to her later, ok? It'll all blow over as soon as she realizes you didn't abandon her.
Yoko: Later? You know where she's staying?
Sarin: Yeah, with Snake for the past few months. So, with me now, too.
Yoko: ...Snake?! I told her...I told HIM...Ergh, he's dead.
Sarin: He has...A girlfriend. Remember?...
Yoko grits her teeth for a moment.
Yoko: Of course I do, and that's the REASON...
Sarin: I'll be with her, calm down.
Yoko: I just can't STAND the guy and he has everyone I care about...I'm going to kindly ask you to get out before I get rude, because other than the last few minutes, I've enjoyed this. This talk, this visit.
Sarin: I'll leave now, then. I didn't mean to upset you. Maybe we'll see each other again soon, if you don't mind?
Yoko: I'd like that...I forgot how well we get along. Maybe...Maybe we CAN be friends despite all of what's happened.
Sarin: I'll be very happy if that's true, Yoko. I'll leave you to yourself now, as you asked. Stay in touch.
Yoko: Bye, Sarin.
Sarin: And I'll tell Yuki th-
Yoko cuts her off by closing the door. Sarin shrugs.
Oh well. Small steps are still important.
End Segment.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 6, 2009 15:57:14 GMT -5
Turning Up the Heat
Jack Jefferson / Dave Shadow
Ever since Seven Deadly Sins there has been an extra swagger in the step of Jack Jefferson. He defeated his brother in brutal fashion and also, in his opinion, got inside the head of International Champion, Dave Shadow. Now it is time for him to press home the advantage and keep one step ahead in the mind games.
Walking around backstage he has a vague idea where he’s heading but as we all know the backstage area of ACW is a maze and it’s easy to lose your sense of direction. This is exactly what has happened to Jack Jefferson, not that he’d care to admit it. No, instead he keeps on walking, scowling at all those who even consider standing in his way, until he eventually finds where he needs to be; the door marked “Dave Shadow”.
He tries the handle and seems shocked when he finds it open. He pushes the door open and saunters into the room as if he has a right to be there, scanning around. He smirks as Dave Shadow walks into view, an incredulous look on his face.
Jefferson: Nice place you got here Dave, I guess it pays off to be in good with the Chairman?
Shadow: Jefferson. What the hell do you want?
Jefferson: Cutting straight to the chase? Where’s the fun?
Shadow: Excuse me if my fun side got left splattered over the walls of the ACW arena a few weeks ago. Allow me to repeat myself. What the hell do you want?
Jefferson: Fine, we’ll do it your way. I’ll cut right to the chase. It’s quite simple really, I just wanted to let you know that I’ll be taking your title from you at Heatwave.
The trademark cocky smirk fixes itself on Jefferson’s face as he stares at Shadow, the smug sense of superiority overwhelming.
Jefferson: Thought I’d give you plenty of time to prepare yourself, you’re gonna need it.
Shadow: Prepare? Don't make me laugh. You seem to forget that I’ve beaten you. Several times. Not only that but I successfully defended my title against Atomic Kitsune at Seven Deadly Sins. So, prey tell, what makes you think you stand a chance? Cause where I'm standing, a match between us is a foregone conclusion.
Jefferson: Now that’s where you’re wrong. Things have changed a lot since we faced off for the Entertainment Title, I’ve changed a lot. You don’t quite understand how much trouble you’re in but you will soon enough.
Feeling that he’s gotten the last word in, Jefferson turns around with his smug smirk growing and makes his exit. The smile fades from Dave's face, betraying his confident exterior.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 6, 2009 15:57:30 GMT -5
Match 1: Jeff James vs. Alex Trixer
*Ding Ding*
Jones: The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from Miami, Florida. Standing to my left, Alex Trixer.
Alex Trixer raises his arms in the air before he is cut off by the sounds of Sludge Factory by Alice In Chains..
Jones: Ladies and gentleman introducing his opponent, from Seattle Washington, Jeff James.
Jeff James emerges from the back through the curtains his head bowed in focus a bit as he makes his way down to the ring, ready to resume his career.
McNally: Ladies and gentleman, I assure you now that this match is going to be a psychological battle of two competitors in a story telling competition known as a professional wrestling match.
Edison: What the hell are you smoking Maxxy?
Before we can get our answer we see the two men circling each other in the ring, Jeff James trying to get a feel for the ring once again while Alex Trixer is looking for an opening to attack. Eventually spotting one he goes for a collar and elbow tie up but Jeff James is quick to counter it, stepping through the hold reversing his body orientation and taking Jeff James with a snapmere and putting Trixer into a rear chinlock, setting the tone of the match with his submission oriented offense.
McNally: Solid start here for Jeff James, taking it slow to ease his way into the ring again.
Edison: Doesn’t hurt that you get an opponent like Trixer for your first match, when was the last time he had a win.
Tonight may be the night however as the grip of Jeff James is nothing like that of Josh Robertson and allow Trixer to work to his feet before an elbow to the midsection allows him to break free and take down James with a dragon screw, seeking to work on the leg of James. Trixer goes for the quick pinfall but that isn’t the best strategy against James as he quickly traps the loose arm in a quick armbar, Trixer reaching for his arm trying to stave off the pain.
McNally: An impressive display of submission here from Jeff James, first the chinlock, now the armbar.
Edison: We’re not supposed to just list off the moves Eddie, we’re supposed to tell a story. Remember our meeting?
Somewhere men are smiling at the mention of a list of moves, the fond pronunciation of ARMBAR! By Chris Jericho resounding in their hearts. In the ring however Trixer is trying to make tonight his own night, slowly lifting James into the air but James is quick to let go, shifting one hand free and turning the lift into an arm drag that sends Trixer flying into the ropes as James goes for the quick count.
…1
…2
NO!
McNally: Did you ever watch SuperJeff Eddie?
Edison: Superbad was great, pure comedy.
McNally: No, SuperJeff, apparently it grossed three hundred million dollars.
Edison: Naw, I was too busy with Austin Powers at that time
McNally: ONE HUNDRED, BEEL-YUN DOLLARS!
Edison: Exactly.
Back in the ring James has delivered with an impressive toe kick and then lifts Trixer into the air before connecting with a brain buster DDT and quick covers again.
…1
…2
NO!
McNally: Trixer’s showing some heart tonight.
Edison: That’s not the only thing that’s showing.
After the brain buster DDT apparently the trunks of trixer have fallen down and being the master at selling a beating, acts as if he is still dead despite the obvious exposure his nether regions are getting. The one person in the arena not to notice however is Jeff James who waits for Trixer to get up after fixing the problem, and stumbling right into the arms of James who puts him in a full nelson lock before delivering a dragon suplex and holding it for the pin.
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…3
Ding Ding
Jones: Your winner, by pinfall, Jeff James.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 6, 2009 15:57:52 GMT -5
Picking Up the Glass [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] Seven Deadly Sins was over. As Abel sits in the corner of the warehouse, he ponders this fact, while taping up his wounds, wounds incurred because of one very terrifying needle launcher. The hallucinations had faded, however his worry and fear of Vortex had not.
That’s right…fear.
No matter how many times Abel had caught his genetic twin, he had somehow managed to escape and cause utter hell for everyone around him. The most ironic part was that the duo had only lost one match while Vortex was in his mental chasm; instead, Vortex either directly or indirectly helped himself win nearly every contest.
All battles aside from his personal battle. That one, no one wins.
Abel continues to tape himself up and looks across the room, and as Abel wraps his wounds he gazes at the shadows dancing across the floor from the pale light filtering through the few windows at the top of the warehouse. The beginning of August brings along with it heat, and that heat causes a suffocating feeling.
Maybe that feeling was the result of his fear, who knows.
If there was one thing Abel did know, it was that Vortex was missing. Usually Abel could find his brother after he had escaped capture, however this time Vortex was the one captured. After his sloppy win against The Reprobate, no one had seen or heard from Vortex, which was a very peculiar thing indeed. One thing Vortex’s alter ego Atrus sought was attention, lots and lots of attention. Usually that attention involved the pain of others.
Atrus never sought seclusion. Where could he be?
Something across the room moved. Although hidden in shadows of dust and dirt, there was a faint yet audible sound. Abel gazes into the darkness, although this effort is as useful as trying to find landmarks in the middle of a cornfield. Abel thought of rising, walking over to the wall, and turning on the lights.
Knowing the people he knows, that simple action could mean death.
Therefore, he sat. A few moments pass and then the sound occurs again. This time it is followed by a large crash and then a thud, something—or better yet someone---had fallen over. As quickly as he can Abel rushes to the wall and hits the lights, although the action goes against his better judgment…curiosity is a tough one to quell.
The lights sputter, and the dog’s found its way home.
In a heap in the corner of the room somewhere near the door, Vortex lays. Abel approaches cautiously, for he well knows—and so should everyone else by now—that Vortex is a master of deception. As Abel comes closer, Vortex stirs. Vortex rises to one knee very slowly, and looks at Abel, pain and bewilderment in his eyes.
Something was wrong, Atrus doesn’t know bewilderment.
Before Abel can speak, Vortex does.Vortex: The…bitch.More struggle, Vortex was trying to stand. Despite his best efforts, he wasn’t about to regain his feet and one could quickly ascertain why in this lighting. The entire right side of Vortex’s face was matted in blood, somewhere between the event and now he had gotten into a fight…with the wrong person apparently.Abel: Dimitrius? What…happened? Abel figured he would attempt to address his brother by his real name, to see if this was indeed a ruse or not. Vortex: I don’t know…some woman…tied me to a bridge…cut me…and then slammed my head into a wall. Guestimating from the blood loss, Vortex really should not remember the event that well. Abel figured that his subconscious—Atrus—took most of the hit, resulting in a faint memory instead of complete memory loss. This was a good thing.Abel: Woman? Vortex: What the hell have I been doing Abel? I can’t remember a thing…
Atrus had been damaged. Vortex should remember all of the events vaguely, not just the most recent one. While some may view this as a good thing, Abel thought differently. Now, he had no idea how to control Vortex’s violent urges.Abel: Did she tell you her name? Vortex: No. Her skin…pure as a snow white rose…how could such a thing of beauty be so deadly? Vortex’s body gives up on him and he slams to the ground, unconscious. Abel stands in the stillness for a moment trying to take this all in. For once in his existence, he was stumped. Atrus had been damaged by some unknown woman, and Vortex was stable enough from the trauma to talk about it. Abel: What the hell. For the thousandth time Abel wished that the RNA machine in the warehouse worked. If it had, he could search Vortex’s subconscious for the latest event, and then he would have a decent picture of what the woman looked like from memory. For now, he had nothing to go on…except that riddle.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 6, 2009 15:58:09 GMT -5
Segment: This is a Couple's Dance Only (Credit: BK London, Jay Zero, & Jonny Spade)
The segment fades in from black, and the camera briefly pans over the sold out crowd in the ACW Arena tonight before the hard hitting sounds of Kanye West's "Amazing" comes to life.
The tribal drums and 808s kick in, and after the first verse - the bridge can be heard.
No matter what you'll never take that from me
My reign is as far as your eyes can see
It's amazing!
The chorus now pumps through the PA system and BK London steps through the curtain to the delight of the fans, with his newly won ACW Tag Team Title strapped firmly around his waist. The lights in the arena strobe between light and darkness as the champion strolls down the ramp, attired in his ring gear and his new t-shirt which says "Revenge Pumps Through My Reign". This won't be BK London's last appearance however, since he has a one on one contest in the main event against the very formidable Dan White - and they plan to put on quite a show.
London slides into the ring under the bottom rope and he stands in the center of the ring, soaking in the reaction of the thousands and thousands of fans in attendance tonight. Soon enough, the lights in the arena return to normal and the music dies down - and he begins to speak.
BK London: So, what is there to say after you've been forced to pair with someone who retired you in the ring against a team that became an annoying pain in the backside, have your ribs nearly shattered 5 days before the match, actually compete in the match, and suffer more punishment to your already battered ribs, only to win the match? .....just a normal month for BK London I guess. But now that that's over, I guess we can focus on the big picture - how many of y'all would like to see BK London take on The Senator at Heatwave in a rematch from last year, for the ACW Heavyweight Championship...
A roar of approval from the crowd follows that request, and BK London is quite satisfied with the reaction from it.
BK London: Jason Freeman couldn't get the job done on Saturday, but why is that surprising? This is the guy who talks big game, but has made a career out of choking when the lights shine on bright - so folks, why not have a challenger you can actually believe in? Why not have a challenger who's been to the top of the mountain and back? One that can guarantee - and actually make good on - winning the World Championship for the fourth time! I already have four Tag Team Title reigns, a fourth World Title reign would go pretty well with this accolade, don't you think? So, once again - I'm here to make a clear challenger to The Senator to a match for the ACW Heavyweight --
The high pitched intro of the "Crack A Bottle" (Instrumental) by Eminem cuts BK London off, and the Tag Team Champion isn't surprised one bit. He turns towards the stage, and watches as the other half of the Tag Team Champions - Jay Zero, makes his way down to the ring with quite a good reaction from the crowd as well. Even with Zero's shady business earlier this year, it seems like the fans have begun to accept him - and there's even a few Jay Zero signs throughout the crowd.
Zero makes his way into the ring, and he stands across from his tag team partner BK London to get his word in about this situation.
Jay Zero: No... c'mon. Tell me you're not doing this again London..
BK London: Doing...doing what?
Jay Zero: Doing what?! Doing what?! Doing the same exact thing that you did last month too! I mean whatever, but really, man?! I mean, first you come out here, like we aren't team at all, then you decide that you're suddenly going to challenge The Senator for the ACW Heavyweight title, all because you just got a fetish for big golden belts around your waist?
BK London: ...this is true, wearing a belt does give me a rush...
Jay Zero: And then there's me! I got to go out of my way to come on out here just to defuse the situation... and ya wanna know why BK?
BK London: Because we're the Tag Team Champions, and because we have won these belts - it's our responsibility to defend them against any formidable tag team that comes our way?
Jay Zero: ...umm, no? What the hell are you preaching about? Step aside flapjack, if anyone should get a ACW Heavyweight Championship shot - it's ME! I'm the guy that works the hardest, and I'm the guy that won us the Tag Team titles... AGAIN!
BK London: Oh please, I hit the superkick - I'm just as eligible for this shot as you are.
Jay Zero: Oh yeah? But I pinned Fitsharris to actually win the match... therefore, the shot should go to me.
BK London: ...the hell it should.
As the two begin to bicker with each other, there is some music that hasn’t been heard in a while…A LONG while at that. It is “Won’t back down” by Fuel, which belongs to none other than Jonny Spade. Once BK and Jay recognize it they sigh not wanting to deal with him at this point in time. Jonny comes out on stage and receives a decently loud pop from the crowd as he makes his way down to the ring and grabs a mic.
Jonny: Uh oh! Sounds like there is some trouble in the marriage!
The crowd laughs while the camera focuses in on Jonny who smirks.
BK London: Oh god, it's the Canadian - what do you want now?
Jonny: : What I want? Well that’s pretty easy really, what I would like is for you two to stop talking and airing out your dirty laundry for everybody to see. Because really, nobody needs or cares to hear about what problems you two are having.
Jonny turns to the crowd.
Jonny: Right guys and gals?
Crowd: Right!
BK London: How did they say that all in unison like that?
Jonny: You see? YOU SEE?! I’m right. I know these sort of things. Another thing that I know is what it takes to become a true tag champion. ‘Cause while you BK might be a 4 time tag champion and you Jay might be what, 1? I’ve won…
Jonny puts his mic in his right hand and begins to count on his left. He holds up 1 finger…
Jonny: Not 1…
Jonny holds up 2 fingers
Jonny: Not 2…
Jonny holds up 3 fingers
Jonny: Not 3…
Jonny holds up 4 fingers
Jonny: Not 4…
Jonny holds up 5 fingers
Jonny: Not even 5 … Hold up let me switch hands here…
Jonny holds the mic in his left hand now.
Jonny: But a whopping SIX That’s right; 6 tag titles. And don’t think I have done it against no names….well…maybe that’s the wrong word…hmm…let me think…AH! That’s it. Nobodies! I was able to get wins over nobodies…such as…The Capitalists..thats right, you beating them is nothing special. Hmm who else…Oh yah…how can I forget I won them off you before too BK…Haha yea those were the good old days weren’t they?
The camera changes over to BK London who looks to be starting to get angry as Jonny is rubbing in the accomplishments and the fact that he was able to get a win over BK. Jay begins to smirk at the set of events that have just taken place to which catches the attention of Jonny now as he looks over to him.
Jay Zero: ....you lost to this douchebag?
BK London: - I was young alright! I was young and stupid, and had a crummy partner! It's a part of my life now that I don't want to relive at the moment.
Jonny: Careful now Zero, just because I’ve not faced you yet doesn’t mean you’re better than me; and don’t think that just because you were a former champion that, that makes you instantly better me in this field of wrestling….So..I guess the real reason I came out here is because I would REALLY like to have…is a shot at those tag belts.
BK London: Who in the hell would team up with a washed up hasbeen like you?
Jay Zero: BK, BK, BK! Jonny isn't a hasbeen? Have you seen his accolades? He can count up to the number 6 on two hands - he's far from a hasbeen. He's a never-was! But I do agree with you on that, who would want to team up with this joke of a guy? Jake Cheng? Andrew Black?
Jonny: Says who? We are in a group after all so he must like me somewhat enough to want to stick around with me. But in any case you don’t have to worry about my tag partner at this point. All you gotta do is say yes…or no…
Jay Zero: The answer is...
London immediately cuts off his tag team partner.
BK London: The answer is NO! When you find a tag team partner - then you come speak to us...until then, you are severly below our radar. But for those who actually do have partners, we will defend our Tag Team Titles against any sorry sack of crap that wants to step up to the plate. So come one, come all - and just try to take the Tag Team Titles away from BK London and Jay Zero...
Jay Zero: ...Jay Zero and BK London...
BK London: ...not this again...
The segment ends with both BK London and Jay Zero arguing in the center of the ring for a bit more, inaudible to the fans at home while Jonny Spade strokes his chin at the top of the stage. He disappears to the back, and the segment fades out...
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 6, 2009 15:58:35 GMT -5
Segment: Happy Returns, and Happy Failures (Credit: Sarin, Yoko, Rattlesnake)
A return home is never easy. She used to dream about it--the elusiveness of homecoming. It was much simpler, then, to dream.
Her taxi cab pulls out in front of his apartment. She thinks she can make out two pairs of eyes between the blinders watching her approach the front door. With a luggage case in one hand and a cigarette in the other, she takes a deep breath and knocks.
Yuki Satoshi jumps from her place at the window at the sound of the knock. Turning to Rattlesnake, she pokes him pointedly.
Yuki: You better answer it.
Rattlesnake gulps. It's one thing to fantasize about this day; it's quite another to actually live it.
A few moments later, he's standing in the entry way, and the door is open.
Rattlesnake: W-wow...you look...great.
He is glad he doesn't have to lie. Prison has hardened Sarin, but her exotic looks are more-or-less in tact. She takes a step forward, her boot crossing the threshold somewhat gingerly.
Sarin: Hi.
That's all he needed. He rushes forward, gripping the small of her back and pulling her in for a long kiss. Sarin reciprocates in kind, with no shortage of want. They don't stop until Yuki clears her throat.
Yuki: Hello.
Sarin: Hey, you.
Sarin doesn't have to kneel down to hug Yuki anymore. It isn't until they draw away that Yuki notices Sarin's eyes are swimming with tears. Unsure of what to do or say in these situations, Yuki consents to kissing Sarin's cheek.
Yuki: We missed you, as you can tell by our inability to keep our lips off you.
Sarin: You and every other inmate.
The three of them share a laugh. Rattlesnake is quite taken by how quickly she has come to joke about her experience--he was expecting a sort of gloomy resignation from his girlfriend.
Rattlesnake: I did mean what I said. You look great--happy, too.
Sarin: I suppose the Big House isn't all it's cracked up to be.
Yuki: Enough talk about that. Sit down; get comfortable. Can I bring you anything?
Sarin: A glass of water would be great. Thanks, Yuki.
As Yuki scurries to fill a glass, Rattlesnake guides Sarin down to the sofa, sitting rather close. He stares into her eyes, grayer in the dim light of the apartment. He kisses her, not awed by her reticence but rather inspired by it--she shifts her position, and he reflects her movements like an attentive aerial.
Rattlesnake: I'm...I'm so glad you're back.
Sarin: I know.
Yuki reenters the room, handing Sarin her cup and settling down in an armchair close by. Sarin takes a grateful sip.
Yuki: Can I get you anything else?
Sarin: No, no, just being here is therapeutic enough. Do you mind if I smoke?
Yuki and Rattlesnake glance at each other, a look that does not go unnoticed by Sarin.
Sarin: It's fine, really. It's just a compulsory habit I've picked up. You trade these things for the best tampons, you see.
They do not see. Yuki looks around the room, and places an empty decorative plate on Sarin's armrest. Suited with a nearby ashtray, she lights up and blows a puff of smoke out.
Yuki: Do you...do you plan on quitting?
Sarin: If I'm returning to my full-time job, then yes! Can't manage to leap off turnbuckles with tarred up lungs. Enough about me. Please...what's the latest with you two?
Yuki: I tried reaching Yoko, but...I don't even know if she misses me. Things didn't go as planned.
Rattlesnake: As do most planned things.
Yuki is downcast. Sarin, in her instinctive need to keep her happy, quickly squashes her cigarette and leans forward.
Sarin: I know for a fact that Yoko misses you, Yuki. She told me herself.
Both Yuki and Rattlesnake turn to face Sarin, Yuki's eyes hopeful and light, Rattlesnake's questioning and concerned.
Rattlesnake: ...What?
Yuki: You saw Yoko? When?!
After catching Rattlesnake's stare, Sarin realizes her blunder.
Sarin: Well, erm, I saw her shortly after I left. We spoke.
She wishes she hadn't put out that cigarette. Her fingers flex, looking for something to hold. She settles for the hem of her dress.
Rattlesnake: How is Yoko?
Curt, too curt. He didn't expect to sound so, so...
Yuki: Possessive much? Anyway, that doesn't matter. You've had a long trip. We might as well get some sleep and talk more in the morning.
Relieved, Sarin stands up. They had crowded her, in that claustrophobic way families do. She longs for her cell, and a moldy piece of bread.
Sarin: Yuki's right. I'm about to pass out.
Seizing this opportunity, Rattlesnake stands beside Sarin and picks her off her feet, holding her aloft in his capable arms.
Rattlesnake: Then allow me to escort you to your bedroom, milady.
Sarin: Gallant as ever. Please do, Sir Snake. Good night, Yuki!
Yuki nods, smiling, still a bit jazzed from hearing about Yoko.
Yuki: Yes, good night, Sarin. Glad to have you back.
Rattlesnake carries his woman to the bedroom, and Yuki walks the opposite direction to hers. It's too much to hope that everything could go back to the way it was in Japan. But for now, it is a treat just to see her again.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 6, 2009 15:59:51 GMT -5
Heroes Die
ACW Arena
Outside of the Loading Deck
August 3rd, 2009
Credit: Kaoru Hanyama “Yep…but that’s how it went…hehehehe…”Sam was wearing a black polo shirt, whose only hint of color was a small, knitted ACW logo over his heart. He had chosen to sit in front of one of the sound equipment vans, which bore a much larger version of the same logo on its cargo trailer…making him look like a tiny finger of the van itself. He reached the left pocket of his dirty Dickie’s trousers to pull out a pack of cigarettes, which had claimed most of his teeth years ago. “Ray was a good guy. Worked on the road crew here for years and years. Everyone loved the guy, and I mean really loved the guy. If we had ourselves a high school yearbook, that bastard would carry off all the awards…hehehe…Just one of those all-around types, y’know?”He told the story with his neck craned all the way to the side, while his hands moved automatically to filch the cigarette out of the pack, flick the emptying lighter until there was a decent wind in the nightly breeze, and slide it between his collapsing cheeks just as soon as the last word had come out of his mouth. The procedure had become automatic after so much time. “This one time---I remember this one team real good---I was unpacking a light fixture with a couple of guys, and I had a bandaged up hand back then. Don’t remember why exactly…but I remember it was bandaged. Anyway, I went ahead and dropped that son of a bitch while we were carrying it…and you know what Ray did? Ray marched straight up to the pit boss and said that it was all his fault. Can you believe that shit? Just marched up to him plain as day and said it was all his fault. Took all of the blame. He wasn’t even one of the guys that was helping me. Good as gold, Ray was.”His taut, leathery face stretched upwards into a smile, making the cigarette drop at a downwards angle. His grey stubble of his beard smelled like ash, so it wouldn’t have been his first smoke of the day. The fact that the stubble was gray, combined with the odor, made it seem as though the slightest gust of wind would blow the traces of hair clean off his face “Things like that just came naturally to him I guess. He was a cop. Did I already tell you that he was a cop? Well it’s true, anyway. Ray was on the force for…for…well I don’t remember how he told it exactly, but for a hell of a long time. Said he quit because he just got too old for it, so he began doing this. It was kind of like lip service, he said, because he had watched so many wrestlers on TV as a kid. But anyway, there he was, working here just like all the rest of us. He never stopped being nice though. I guess that was the cop in him.”Sam paused just long enough to carefully tap his cigarette with his index finger, while gripping it skillfully between his thumb and third. His legs dangled aimlessly off the side of the box he was sitting on, like a child fiddling in a chair that was too tall. There was beeping from inside the warehouse door, where the skeleton crew was still unloading some equipment. Someone or other was backing up the forklift. The closest thing to alight in the loading deck area was a dim-looking cylinder just above the sliding door, illuminating the “no trespassing” sign. Even so, it was strong enough to notice that Sam’s skin was that particular shade of whipped brown that only Caucasian people who worked outside in the Southern sun got. “And then this other time…there was this drunk fella who somehow got past all of the barricades and just sort of stumbled his way into where the road crew was working. And he raised such a big fuss…calling us this and calling us that and saying that our mother was doing all these things. It wasn’t really his fault I guess because he still looked young enough to not know when he was drinking too much. But anyway, I guess the booze had given him the itch because the next thing I knew, he was pulling out a butterfly knife. But Ray handled him. Just like a cop, ol’ Ray handled him. Got the guy’s arm behind his back and everything, just like they do on the television. I swear, if he had a pair of handcuffs at just that moment and had said ‘You have the right to remain silent’…I mean I would never have known that he wasn’t a cop no more. Just another bum like the rest of us…hehehe…”Sam drew deep into his lungs. He gave one short, phlegmy cough before leaning over the side of the box and spitting something disgusting out of view. His cigarette smoke was keeping the last of the mosquitoes and summer bugs away. “And then one day…and I’m not really sure why you’re so curious….but one day, Ray just died. Just up and died like that, you know? Like how you read about some folks dying in the newspaper or see a still-shot of it on the television, and then go on to eat your breakfast? It was just that goddamn sudden. He was setting up a studio lighting kit…you know, one of those things with a big ol’ backlight on an enormous tripod on the background? Well he was up on a ladder checking the thing when the tripod gave way and the backlight fell on him. Just sort of fell on him. Doctor said he was dead just as soon as he hit the ground, so that made me and some of the boys feel a bit better. But it was just so goddamned sudden that I didn’t really know what to think. And I guess I still don’t. He was good as gold, that Ray. Say there...why were you so curious to hear that story anyway? It’s just one of those old roadie-shitter stories, heheheheAHHUUUAHHHHH----“Sam’s eyes bugged from the lack of oxygen, as the enormous set of fingers closed around his throat tighter and tighter. The enormous, hulking shape that had been sitting next to him snatched forward so quickly that Sam didn’t even have time to yell out. The cry was muffled and squeezed through his trachea, so that it came out meek as a tube of toothpaste. “Because…because it makes a point.”The fingers suddenly released like a spring-loaded bear trap, and Sam fell off of his box-throne and onto the concrete. There were red, sausage-like marks around his throat. Sam tried furiously to catch his breath, as the bloated figure walked back inside of the loading bay and disappeared. -Fade- |
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 6, 2009 16:00:37 GMT -5
Match 2: Agent Amazing vs. Kaoru Hanayama(Credit: Toast) McNally: Alright folks, we’re all set for our next match, featuring the very…shall we say…”unique” character of Agent Amazing versus the man who brutally attacked Dan White and Andrew Starr this past Sunday at Seven Deadly Sins: Kaoru Hanayama. Edison: And all praise goes to Mr. Hanayama for finally shutting up Dan White the hell up. He’s been getting away with anything he wants, and it was only a matter of time before someone came to put him in his place. McNally: And you don’t call interrupting an official ceremony as “getting away with anything you want”? Hanayama’s actions were absolutely despicable. It’ll be up to the ever heroic Agent Amazing to stop him…a man who has been acting somewhat strange as of late. Edison: And you don’t call dressing in a superhero costume complete with shield as “somewhat strange”? McNally: Fair point, Eddie. Mr. Phillip Jones with the introductions! As he always tends to do, Phillip Jones stands ready in the center of the ring, impeccably dressed, and ready to read off of his cue card. Jones: The following contest is schedule for one fall. Introducing first…from the Ryukyu Islands Japan…he stands at six foot three and weighs in at three hundred and twenty pounds….KAORUUUUU HANAYAMAAAAAAA!!!! The arena lights dim, as the low, powerful bass of "Take Sword" breaks out from the speakers. The audience already realizes what is to come. Some boo, and some and some just stand in awed silence, as Kaoru Hanayama's massive frame emerges from backstage with a blunt, glazed stare. Yo, aiyo, chumps are in trouble, boy, tongue pay double, boy
I'm trump tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy
I leave you ducks in a puddle, buried under cuz of rubble
Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles Kaoru takes slow, heavy steps towards the ring, his face periodically shrouded by his swaying hair. Hot lead from the cylinder, from my two-shot Dillinger
Put that hot steel in ya, bigger not feeling ya
Bio hazard, to ya flesh and ya fabric
No need to scratch your hair, son, the clean to my static. Hanayama walks intimidatingly up the metal steps and menacingly steps through the ropes, wearing an emotionless look. McNally: And that is over three hundred pounds of straight up “mean” walking down to the ring. He is a dangerous individual, no doubt about it. Edison: Why? Because he doesn’t agree with your hero, Dan White? How typical. Phillip Jones: And his opponent…he stands at exactly six feet tall, and weighs in at two hundred and fifteen pounds…AAAAAAGENT AMAAAAAAAAZING! The opening beats of "Different" hit the PA system, reverberating around the arena with a deafening volume as the crowd begin to stir. As the song continues, the lights dim slightly and a bright white spotlight shines from the rafters, casting a white star-shaped spot over the entrance area, as the chorus kicks in Agent Amazing bursts out from behind the curtain and raises his Shield of Justice in the air above his head, sending the crowd in to hysterics at the sight of their favorite superhero! Amazing poses for a few seconds atop the entrance ramp before jogging nonchalantly towards the ring area, stopping to sign autographs and pose for pictures with his loyal fans. As he approaches the ring area, Amazing stashes his Shield of Justice underneath the ring mat before hopping up on to the ring apron, he then vaults over the ropes, performing a somersault and landing acrobatically on both feet in the centre of the ring!Edison: One hundred percent whacko. McNally: Well…he is a bit unorthodox. But Agent Amazing is a hero…and there’s nothing wrong with wanting to be a hero. Though he has been going through some rather odd circumstances as of late, I have to admit, it is kind endearing. The two men stand at opposite corners, giving each other looks as the referee pats them down. Agent Amazing’s eyes have an altruistic, far-away look that one might find on the cover of a comic book. Hanayama is staring directly at Agent Amazing, with more than just a little bit of disgust. Dingx3! Beginning The two competitors feel each other out. From the beginning, Agent Amazing’s athleticism is highly apparent. He utilizes his speed to avoid Hanayama’s massive bulk, and lands several quick boxing jabs. He opts for a “stick and move” strategy, evading several lariats and direct grapple attempts with forward rolls and the like. The crowd is blatantly behind Agent Amazing, finding appeal in his innocent super-heroic persona. Agent feeds off the crowd’s love, building more and more confidence as Kaoru is unable to match his thick-necked athleticism. Finally, Agent decides that it is time to turn it up a notch and goes for a Judo hip toss…but it turns out to be a mistake. Hanayama is too heavy, and throwing a man who weighs over one hundred pounds more than you is no easy feat. Hanayama counters the hip toss attempt with a massive Senkaku Plunge and finally succeeds in slowing the contest down. Middle The middle of the match sees Hanayama finally being able to implement his powerhouse strategy, as Amazing struggles to find a way out from under the onslaught. A series of massive elbow strikes taken flush on the chin puts Agent Amazing off balance and sets him up for a brutal-looking running big boot. Kaoru drops down into the cover, but only gets the near-fall. Amazing is slowly ground down with a combination of brutal slams and strikes. A hard Irish whip sees him take epic flight into a belly to belly suplex, followed by yet another cover attempt. But Agent amazing demonstrates his resilience yet again by kicking out. His reward are still more elbow strikes and brute force slams. Slowly, he is pounded into the corner, where Hanayama sets up to do a cartwheel and hit is Landslide Splash…but Amazing sidesteps and gets out of the way just in time! The crowd starts a group stomp that seems to give Agent more and more energy with every thunderous pound! Off of the sidestep, Agent immediately snatches up Kaoru’s beefy foot and executes a Sanda Takedown! The audience cheers thunderously as Agent Amazing takes a full MMA-style mount and proceeds to rain down elbows and hammer-fists on Hanayama! Pushing off the chest and planting his thigh on Hanayama’s solar plexus, Agent then spins around and converts from the mount into a straight arm-bar!!! End The arm-bar is a brutal one. Agent has the elbow joint locked firmly between his knees, and Hanayama’s arm is bent at a grisly-looking angle. Slowly, though, Kaoru is able to use the superior size advantage to make his way over to the ropes and break the submission. Once more feeling his momentum, Amazing gets Hanyama back up to his feet and reverts to striking from a distance. This time around, he attempts bolder, more damaging kicks. Sending Kaoru into the ropes, Agent turns around and connects with a pinpoint Spinning Back Kick straight to Hanayama’s flabby breadbasket, before ducking around and rolling him into a schoolboy. Kaoru’s weight finally works against him, as most of his bulk is now pinning his shoulders to the mat…but he still manages to uncoil and kick out just before the count of three. His energy reaching a pinnacle, Agent begins stalking the slowly rising Hanayama…seemingly “charging up” by striking all sorts of heroic poses and putting his hands at his sides in an exaggerated way. Kaoru finally rises to his feet, and Agent Amazing goes running full force. He hits the ropes behind Hanayama before running back and rebounding again, ready to hit the Amaze’d…but Hanayama sidesteps! The Ogre evades the move and, as Agent Amazing turns around, lays him out flat with the Goliath Lariat. The crowd’s noise is eaten immediately by a disappointed silence. Kaoru yanks up the limp Amazing and follows up with the Goliath Driver, bridging into the cover for the three count. Dingx3 Jackson: Here is your winner....Kaoru HANAYAMAAA McNally: The large man takes the victory against the superhero. And I'm telling you Eddie, I do not like the idea of this guy getting settled in here in the ACW. Edison: You worry about him and NOT the men running around in red white and blue pajamas? The referee attempts to raise Kaoru's hand, but Hanayama rudely tears it away. Not staying in the ring to celebrate his victory, he merely walks away with a barren, somewhat angry look. In the ring, Agent Amazing is helped up by the referee. The expression on the would-be hero's face suggests that he looks confused as to where he is, and why he's in a wrestling ring. -Fade- |
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 6, 2009 16:01:43 GMT -5
Isolation
By Dave Shadow (With special guest) Dave sat in his office at home, leaning back in his heavy leather chair, his arms folded and his eyes entranced in deep thought. The room was dark, the only light coming from a computer screen sitting on the desk, where YouTube videos played silently. Videos of the vicious attack which Dave fell victim to only a few weeks ago. He had watched the footage from the show over and over, scouring the clips for any clues as to who did it. But there was nothing. Only his body on the ground and a blood stain on the wall. It seemed like the cameras followed him everywhere when he was in the ACW arena, were present for each conversation, and now the one time he actually wanted them to have captured a moment of his, they were nowhere to be seen. Typical.
The silence was suddenly shattered, as the phone beside Dave started to ring, snapping him back to reality. He picked up the receiver, pressed a button to turn it on to loudspeaker and then placed the phone back down.Dave: Hello?? ? ?: Hey stranger. Long time no talk.
Dave’s eyes rolled back into his head, but he couldn’t help letting a smile spread across his face. There was only one person who’d be ringing him at this time of the night and still sound wide awake.
Dave: Bryan Daniels. How’ve you been?Bryan: Good, good. Dave, how come we never talk any more? Back in GWF when we were tag champs, we were inseparable. Remember the good times we had? Now we barely talk.Dave’s mind drifted back to that tag reign, the days of what the two had called the “5 Star Classics”. Dave’s memories were slightly different than Bryan’s apparently. He seemed to recall the two battering each other around over other titles and begrudgingly realising that they could dominate GWF together, setting aside their differences in a temporary business arrangement.
Dave: Yeah, good times. Listen, Bryan, it’s late. Was there some...Bryan: Did I wake you?Dave: Um....no. I was just looking at videos.Bryan: Ugh, Dave. I don’t want to know.Dave: Ha, bloody, ha Bryan. Nah, it’s just.....didn’t happen to catch ACW’s shows recently, did you?Bryan: ‘Fraid not. I’m retired now, remember. I’ve tried to get away from the wrestling business. But I did hear about what happened to you. Dave: Yeah.
Bryan: I also heard that Alicia has agreed to help you find out who did it.Dave: Yeah.
Silence from both men.
Bryan: Do you trust her?Dave: That depends. I don’t think she attacked me, if that’s what you’re asking. But then I didn’t trust her before the attack happened either. She’s.....she’s a complicated woman.
A loud laugh comes from the other end of the phone.
Bryan: I’ve known complicated women Dave. Never worth the hassle.Dave let another smile spread across his face. He rubbed his hand across his eyes, only now realising quite how late it was and how tired he actually was.
Dave: Regardless of whether I trust her or not, she’s offered to help, and truth be told, I am running a bit short on allies here in ACW at the moment. I’ll keep an eye on her, but she wants to clear her name as well. Could be the best motivation I could ask for. Say what you want about her. She’s got her pride and her morals.Bryan: Unlike some....Dave: Bryan, are you saying that I have no morals?Again, silence. Then, laughter from both men.
Dave: Ok, Bryan. I’ve gotta go. It’s late and my bed is calling me.Bryan: Ok dude. But hey. Be careful. Someone out there attacked you, and whatever their motives were.....they could well strike again.Amazingly, this thought had never really seemed to register with Dave. He looked around the dark room, the shadows hiding assailant in every corner. His brow lowered, worry setting in. Fuck. They could strike again. And then...something else hit him.
Dave: Bryan.Bryan: Yes Dave?Dave: It...it wasn’t you, was it? I mean, you weren’t the one who attacked me....were you?Quite chuckling echoed down the phone.
Bryan: Be careful of paranoia. Can be a dangerous foe. Good night Dave.And the phone went dead again. Dave leaned back in the chair. Half smiling. Half worried. He hadn't really answered the question, had he? But regardless, Bryan was right. He couldn’t trust anyone, but that meant he would be forced to be isolated. Alone. It could have been any body. Dave sat in the dark a while longer, deep in thought. |
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 6, 2009 16:02:11 GMT -5
Segment: A New Day (Credit: Train, Rena, Mr. Red and The Untouchables)
ACW returns from a commercial break and right away Gourmet Race Metal Mix plays over the arena. The crowd stands on their feet and boos the once beloved ACW Superstar. Out walks Thunder Train followed closely behind by Rena and Mr. Red. All three are wearing some better than normal clothes. Not fancy suits or anything, but it is indeed a lot classier than we are used to seeing. One interesting aspect is a briefcase that Rena is carrying. Train leads his new group down to the ring with a smug expression on his face. The boos continue to ring out as he gets closer to the ring. He walks up the steel steps and then turns to mouth off a few words before entering the ring. Mr. Red follows suit and steps into the ring. Rena is the last to enter, still holding the briefcase from before. Train quickly takes a microphone from a crew member.
Thunder Train: Good evening ladies and gentlemen.
Boooo
Thunder Train: I'd like to take this opportunity to clarify a few things. I was cut off a bit short at Seven Deadly Sins and wasn't able to fully explain my reasons. No, OUR reasons for attacking Cheng. So allow me to bring up some quick facts. ONE! Jake Cheng retired in January! He left this company seven months ago and doesn't deserve to come back! Hes just like BK London or Jay Zero. Those two are now has-beens that came back because their jobs at the McDonalds flipping burgers just wasn't working for them. However, they just waltz back and get whatever they want. Seniority somehow applies after you leave in ACW. When Jake returned he said the "golden days" would return to ACW. No, they won't. This place was at the highlight when he was gone and now that he's back, ACW will fall back into a deep depression.
TWO! He got involved in some buisness that had NOTHING to do with him. Lee Homicide was a cancer in ACW and I took it upon myself to be this company's chemotherapy. BUT NO! JAKE CHENG JUST HAD TO RETURN AND SCREW IT UP! And talks about how he or Dan White deserve the world title. WHAT ABOUT THE TRAIN'S SHOT? HMM? WHEN IS THE TRAIN GONNA GET HIS?
"You Suck" chants start up from the crowd. Train puts down his microphone for a moment until the crowd finally shuts up.
Thunder Train No, instead I'll be pushed back again by some veteran. That makes me sick to my stomach. You fans deserve a champion that's fresh and new! Not the same old shit you've seen for five years! And I'm not the only one that feels this way. Let's take a look here at Mr. Red. Mr. Red has been in this place for years! And he's never gotten his chance. But I saw a new style in Red here. He returned and took the initiative. He took the world title that arguably he deserves! But once again he takes action and makes an impact, he gets SHUNNED by his former partners. He gets rejected from the Untouchables because of what he's done. Which I believe is bullshit--
Mr. Red quickly snatches the microphone away.
Mr. Red: I will tell you. It really is bullshit. They feel me as a threat. They see Red as the man that will rise above them and steal the spotlight. Just like I did last time. I went for a shot at the World Title. I may not have won the title but I showed what I would do to get my hands on gold. Untouchables see that as a threat. They are sitting back on their asses while I rise to the top. So look at me now. I have joined a group of contenders. A group of champions.
Red hands back the microphone to Train.
Thunder Train: You see! Mr. Red was treated so poorly! He made the right decision. Rena can agree with this as well. But that's all in the past, now, us three are together! We are one to fight against this cancer in ACW. We are EUSIRO! We are hungry! And a new start begins tonight. With a very special surprise. Rena, the briefcase!
Rena lifts up the briefcase and holds it in front of Train. Train takes his time quietly doing to the combination. Right as he's about to open it though, he is interrupted! The Untouchables theme blares out and the crowd stands and cheers. Eusiro in the ring flinches a bit and gets ready for a fight. The briefcase remains closed as Jake Cheng appears on the stage along with the rest of the Untouchables by his side.
Jake Cheng: The surprise is....that we will not be coming down to the ring tonight and beating the living shit out of every single on of you. You all made a huge mistake last Saturday and now you are going to have to suffer the consequences. Even if the Asians are known for their math expertise, even a first grader can tell you that we still have more people and more talent then your little group. We will let you have your day today, but we will just have to see if your luck will run out on Monday.
The Untouchables leaves Euriso in the ring, letting Jake doing what the leader SHOULD be doing and that is all the talking, leaving Euriso’s bodies in tact along with the mystery of the case. But that is for another day. Today was just the first collision of these ACW Supergroups and it will certainly not be the last.
Fade Out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 6, 2009 16:02:56 GMT -5
Segment: He Spoiled It! (Credit: Train)
We return backstage in Train's locker room. He paces around with the briefcase in hand wildly as if it held a million dollars. Actually, does it? We don't even know....But what we do know is that Jake Cheng messed up the grand opening of the case. Train begins to hit himself in the head with it as he walks around. Thunder Lawyer and Thunder Thighs just sit at the table watching this in disgust. Finally, Lawyer gets up and goes over to Train.
Thunder Lawyer: Train! Stop this! You are going to hurt yourself...
Thunder Train: JAKE CHENG THAT IDIOT! He ruined everything!
Thunder Lawyer: Why don't you just open the briefcase now?
Thunder Train: BECAUSE. It has to have a big grand opening ceremony. So NEXT week I'll do it...
Thunder Lawyer: Can you at least tell us what's in the case?
Thunder Train: NO! It has to be a surprise for everyone....I swear, the next time I see Cheng, I'm gonna punch him in the face!
Thunder Thighs: I don't see what your problem is with Jake. He seems like a nice guy....
Train quickly shoots over evil eyes. He stares a hole through his sister that burns with the fire of a thousand suns.
Thunder Train: What...did...you...say?
Thunder Thighs: I said that Jake seems like a nice guy.
Thunder Train: NO NO NO! I know you didn't say that. My ears are playing tricks on me because it sounds like you are saying Cheng sounds like a nice guy.
Thunder Thighs: Then get your ears checked because that IS what I said! Actually, I think he's kinda cute to.
Thunder Train: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE!
Uh-Oh! She's done it now!
Thunder Lawyer: Aw shit....
Thunder Train: YOU WILL NEVER SAY THAT AGAIN! EVER! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
Thunder Thighs: You don't own me! I can say whatever I want!
Thunder Train: I don't want to see you ever be around him, understand me?
Thunder Thighs: I can't also DO whatever I want! I'm a grown woman ya know!
Thunder Train: Yes but you are my sister! And if anyone is gonna have sex with you, it's gonna be me!
WHAT?
Thunder Lawyer: What?
Thunder Thighs: What?
Thunder Train: I meant that...uh...STAY AWAY FROM CHENG! He's bad news. His grandpa probably bombed Pearl Harbor!
Thunder Lawyer slaps his face with a giant facepalm
Thunder Lawyer: Racist enough Train?
Thunder Train: No it's cool. I'm black so it isn't racist.
Thunder Lawyer: I thought you didn't have a race.
Thunder Train: I do for the sake of that joke. But now I don't.
Thunder Lawyer: So now you are racist?
Thunder Train: No. Ugh...I only have a race when that joke comes up now!
Thunder Lawyer: That explains why your sister is white.
Thunder Thighs: I have no race as well.
Thunder Lawyer: .....You are both idiots. But Train, really, what's inside that case?
Thunder Train: You really want to know?
Thunder Lawyer: YES! That's why I keep asking...
Thunder Train: I'll give you a hint.
Thunder Lawyer: Just tell--
Thunder Train: --Inside this case is something that Jake Cheng is VERY familiar with. And it's something I know will get him angry. Oh boy will it get him angry. Beca--
Thunder Thighs: He might look even cuter angry--
Thunder Train: SHUT UP! I SWEAR! One of these days Thighs....
Thunder Lawyer: I still don't know why--
Thunder Train: BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP! I'M SICK OF THIS! NEXT MONDAY YOU WILL KNOW WHAT'S INSIDE THIS, JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE! NOW, LETS GO GET SOMETHING TO EAT!
Train storms out of the room, using the briefcase as a battering ram against the door. It bursts open and out walks the beast. The other two just look at each other and shrug. They are used to Train's stupidity now and just accept it. But I guess it's good for them as they will be just as surprised as everyone else when it happens...
Fade...
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 6, 2009 16:03:26 GMT -5
Match 3: Jonny Spade vs. Rena Matheson vs. Mr. Red
As we come back from a commercial break we see Spade, Rena and Mr. Red standing in the ring waiting for this match to begin.
*Bell rings*
Once the bell rings both Rena and Red focus their attention on Jonny who looks around scared because he knows the odds right now are not in his favour. He looks over both competitors and they both look back at him sizing him up. Red calls over Rena and they have an impromptu huddle trying to figure out what their first move would be. As it looks like they figured something out, they spread out and move to the sides of the ring. Jonny moves to the centre of it and then quickly spins around making sure that they can’t be behind him. With Jonny’s back to the ropes, Red looks to be the first one to make an attack as he charges to Jonny. Jonny at the last possible moment ducks and pulls down the top rope causing Red to fall over the top rope and onto the mats below. Jonny is quick to his feet and eyes Rena who facepalms at the misfortune that just took place and sighs. She focuses her attention on Jonny and he does the same to her.
They move to the centre and tie up with each other. Jonny gets Rena in a headlock but she is able to force him off her, Jonny bounces off the ropes and with a shoulder block takes her down to the ground. Jonny is quick to the mat and then once again gets her in a headlock keeping her in place as on the outside Red begins to stir. Jonny moves quickly over to her legs and applies a Boston Crab on her (aka The Spider’s Web) which at that point he drags her to the centre of the ring. At that point Red gets to his feet and rushes into the ring, but Jonny sees him and breaks the hold before Red can attack him. With Red in the ring he charges towards him while Rena slithers to the outside. Where Jonny is able to catch him in a drop toe hold making him bounce off the middle rope and then back onto his feet where he dazingly staggers over to Jonny who lifts him up onto his shoulders and catches him in a Jonorums Slam for the quick 3 count.
Phillip: Here is your winner….JONNY SPADE!!
Jonny rolls out of the ring quickly and moves up the rampway. He looks on at the two laying in the ring. And looks to be proud of his handy work that he took care of. Could this be a sign of things to come for BK and Zero? Only time can tell. Dun…….dun….dunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
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