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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 6, 2009 16:04:14 GMT -5
Another Shot at Entertainment [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] Five days have passed since Seven Deadly Sins, and now it is once again time for an ACW event. Abel and Vortex sit in Vortex’s locker room and stare at each other for a moment, as they both know that tonight is an important night. For tonight, Vortex gets another shot at Entertainment gold, this time he is scheduled to face Andrew Black. As Vortex stares at Abel, his mind wanders in-between thoughts of neon green lights and past chances at the Entertainment Title. Why was he thinking about neon green lights?
His first shot? May 7th, 2007. Flashback.---------- Vortex unfolds the ladder and begins to wield it as a weapon! He nails TK in the stomach with it and as soon as he drops, he sends it straight down into his head! ---------- So close…yet so far.---------- Thunderkiss’ “Spider-Sense” kicks in and he sees whats coming a mile away. With much effort, he leaps up and KICKS the ladder right into the mouth of Vortex, almost knocking out a few teeth in the process! Vortex falls back in pain and clutches his mouth as hard as he can – HOWEVER – he cannot hide the blood that is pouring out as it spills from his hands! The ref looks over and sees it and immediately ends the match! ---------- Vortex had lost that match by a narrow margin. What was an even contest turned in a split second to mean his demise. There was also something fantastical about glowsticks…so shiny. His second shot? June 14th, 2007. Yet another flashback.---------- They both crumple to the floor as Ross stumbles over the desk. He gets up as Zero is crawling under the ring, Ross grabs VorteX and throws him face first into the announce table. VorteX flies off and Ross grabs VorteX and rolls him into the ring, throwing his briefcase with him, Ross climbs in and places VorteX on the top rope and drops the briefcase on the floor, Ross hits a Spike DDT right onto the briefcase and then throws VorteX’s now bloody face out of the ring, Ross follows and throws Vortex into the table but Vort kicks his foot out and throws Ross’s head into the briefcase, Vortex rolls Ross onto the table which takes a bit of welly but soon he’s on the exposed table, VorteX climbs top rope and makes gestures to the crowd before the big leap. But suddenly, Zero is on the apron and he leaps forward and pushes the bloodied Vortex off the top rope and climbs up after him, Zero wasting no time leaps off the top rope in pure Body Splash style and crashes onto Ross, Zero and Ross go straight through the table with Ross taking the blunt of the damage. Zero grabs both legs and the ref swoops in to make a pin. ---------- That one was lost indirectly. A loss nonetheless. Why was he always involved in hardcore matches back then…and why the HELL did he have an urge to listen to “Rain” by Armen Van Burren?
The music in his head starts to play…Abel looks at him with worry.
Damn this song is awesome. Anyway…his third shot at Entertainment gold? June 22nd 2009. Flashback.---------- Chris struggles against the turnbuckle, trying to free himself from their clutches but unable to as VorteX takes a few seconds to get to his feet before noticing the position Chris Phenomenal is stuck in. This adds a little hop to his step as he sets Chris up for the next to never seen move, the Gravity Bomb. VorteX unhooks the legs of Chris Phenomenal, before powering him down with the Vertical DDT, Chris landing smack dab on his head, the concussive impact quite possibly doing more damage to Chris due to his past history with head trauma. VorteX wastes no time in covering Chris Phenomenal, Donovan scampering into position… ..1 ….2 …..kickout! Raaaiiin…In the raiiin….Chris and VorteX are both to a somewhat solid base and before the count of nine Donovan rules them fit to continue as Vortex charges at Chris looking to connect with a knock out kick but before he can strike Chris leaps forward and catches him with a Superman Punch square on the jaw, stopping the leg of VorteX in mid strike as he collapses and Chris falls forward on top of him, Donovan sliding into position for the count…. …1 …2 ….3!!!! Raaaiiin…In the raiiin….---------- Vortex is now bobbing his head back and forth to the beat that only he can hear. Abel runs his hands through his hair…he’s worried…why is he worried? Tonight, he was going to face Andrew Black for the third time and try for the title for the fourth time. Vortex wonders if there is an award for ‘so close yet so far’ in the Entertainment department. Glowsticks surely would not get that award…they were way too sweet.Abel: Dimitrius. Vortex: They glow in the dark…like lightsabers! Abel: …What? Vortex: Hmm? Just thinking out loud…Abel: You were also bobbing your head, are you sure you’re alright? Vortex: Yeah, that was just my neck exercises. Abel: Neck…exercises? Vortex: Nevermind that. I have to focus, tonight I’m going to win that title…I’m not going to fall short this time. Vortex stands and begins pacing around the room, while Abel sits and watches. As he paces he can feel Abel’s gaze on his back like that last angry ray of sunshine that won’t leave on a hot summer day.Abel: Dimitrius…about you competing. After all you’ve been through since Omega Effect, I’m not sure it is a good idea. Vortex: I’ve been doing it all along haven’t I? According to you, I’ve only lost once! Abel: About that… How DID he win anyway? The last two months have been a blur, and apparently, he has only tasted defeat once. Before Abel can say anything further, the locker room door busts open and Kevin Anderson confidently walks inside. Kevin: Vortex! It’s a very, VERY good thing that the room is dimly lit. Abel quickly throws something over his face and sits in the corner hoping that Kevin will not notice the sudden multiplication of Vortex. A few very long moments pass…Vortex: Now’s not a good time for an interview, I have a important match coming up and I need to focus on it. Kevin: I have burning questions! Where did you go after Seven Deadly Sins? WHO WERE YOU WITH?! *SLAM*Well, that was easy. Vortex spins around and looks at Abel who has some of his ring clothes over his face.Vortex: Abel? Abel removes the clothing from his face and looks at Vortex with concern. Something was up, and Vortex had a feeling he had to find out what it was, and soon. Vortex was just about to inquire Abel’s odd behavior when he noticed the clock…his match was in 3 minutes. Vortex: After my match, I want you to tell me what you have been hiding from me! Out the door and into the hall. The hall lights are temporarily blinding, as the locker room was so dark. Vortex could swear he heard Abel call his name as he ran out the door, but that would have to wait. As Vortex quickly walked the halls towards the main arena area he could only wonder…why did his locker room smell like a rave party?
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 6, 2009 16:04:53 GMT -5
Everyone wants a piece of The Candyman <_< By Jason Freeman and Dave Shadow We cut backstage again, as we find ourselves in one of the production areas. Dave stands with a mobile phone up to his ear, chattering away and laughing. He leans back against the wall, deep in conversation. Dave’s face slowly changes however, as he starts to sense something is wrong. He realises that someone is behind him...
The camera pans out…and standing next to Dave Shadow is the man who just recently lost his chance at capturing the world heavyweight championship. Jason Freeman. He receives a mixed reaction from the crowd, as Shadow turns and regards him with a suspicious look, not knowing exactly what Freeman could possibly want with him. He makes his excuses and hangs up the phone, pocketing it and folding his arms.Dave: Is there something I could help you with?Freeman: Well, now. What an honor to be standing face to face with the International Champion Dave Shadow. Is there something you could help me with you ask? Well, since you spoke so bluntly, I must say that there is in fact something you could do for me. I have actually been meaning to talk to you. You see, I--- Dave: Blah, blah, blah. Listen, Freeman, I don’t have all the time in the world, and since you have a habit of taking forever to get around to the point, why don’t you just come right out with it.Freeman smirks at Shadow’s request. Freeman is quite the smooth talker when he wants to be, and Shadow knows that he was more than likely going to lead up to his request, laying all the cards down and setting the stage. Freeman, on his part, finds it amusing that Shadow saw this coming and was intercepting it early. He isn't angry. If that’s the way Shadow wants it, then Freeman has no problem with obliging. This shouldn't affect things much. Freeman speaks slowly and deliberately.Freeman: Well, then. I suppose I could do that. You see if you managed to catch my match at Seven Deadly Sins, you would know that I unfortunately came up short. I, such as I am, will not accept to be put down. I have had a swing of momentum as of late and I am not going to allow it to simmer. Just because I did not win the world championship does not mean that I am giving up. If I can’t have the world title just yet, I’m going to have to settle for the next best thing. You see, that’s where you come in. What I plan to do, stated outright, is to defeat you for YOUR title. While it may be a step down, just being in my possession will raise the belt's prestige enough to serve its purpose. And therefore, what I plan to do is to face you in the ring. I could attempt to flatter this title shot out of you, or any other equally sly methods, but I suppose I might as well be frank with you. You are - after all - a very intelligent man. I don’t need to hide my true motives, because I know that you understand exactly where I'm coming from. So if you don’t mind, I’d like you to honor me with a shot at your International Championship. Dave: You want a title shot? You...wait, let me get this straight....you think you can beat me?Freeman: That is the gist of it, yes. Now, you obviously will attempt to put up a fight but I fully intend on taking it from you. Of course you can put up your best effort. Dave: Well, see, here’s the problem. As much as I’d love to “honour” your request, I don’t think you deserve a title shot. Right now, I’ve got bigger and better things to worry about. And, to be frank, I can’t see what you’ve done recently to deserve even stepping into the ring with me, let alone getting a title shot.And this causes Freeman's face to twitch slightly. It's clear that Freeman sees it in his best interest to remain cool and collected. To focus on choosing the right words calmly and not lose his temper. This remark however has tested his limit. Shadow clearly catches the momentary lapse in Freeman's calm gaze, and is satisfied by it. Freeman cannot stand to hear himself put down like this. He is once again being disrespected. If anything, that was one of the biggest disappointments after losing at the pay-per-view. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. Freeman had talked a big game and once again failed. To hear himself being talked down to by somebody that he considers below him nearly makes him snap then and there.Freeman: Well, with all due respect I must wonder about the validity of that statement. Bigger and better you say? If you have forgotten I just main evented the last pay-per-view. The fact that I would even consider your title as worthy of me to use as a stepping stone should make YOU feel honored. Dave: Woah, hang on Freeman. Sure you main-evented. But you also lost. And, what did you do at the pay per view before that? You face Alicia. And you lost. Did you see MY match at Seven Deadly Sins, Freeman? I wrestled AK in that ring, and I WON. So drop the whole “honor” facade. You’re not fooling anyone but yourself. At least Jefferson earned his title shot. You're just obviously desperate... Freeman: Say what you will, but if you are so confident you can defeat me why don't you just prove it! Dave: Oh, Freeman. That’s just sad. Do we have to resort to schoolyard tactics?Freeman takes a moment to retort, but stops. It seems he realizes what Shadow knows. The balance of this conversation has tipped completely out of Freeman's favor. He is losing this one. Rather than attempt to save himself with a comeback, he decides that enough is enough. This clearly is not working and nothing he says is going to change that.Freeman: Well, I see how it is. Dave: Yeah?Freeman: Quite clearly, nothing I say is going to change your mind. It seems that I will have to just move on. You can enjoy your little title reign. See if it bothers me. I don't need this anyways. I can get back to the top however I want to. In fact, Emperor of the Ring is coming up soon. It would have been nice to add one more reign to my career before I capture the big gold, but I can respect your decision. I'll be going now then. Dave: Hehe, yeah. Hate to break this to ya Freeman, but you’re not the only one with the tournament in mind. Something else I’ll have to whoop your ass at. So jog on Freeman. Jog on.And Freeman turns and begins to walk away. Shadow looks after him suspiciously. Is that really it? Is Freeman really done? Unlikely...but he does appear to really be walking away. Just then Freeman pauses, and stops. Shadow looks towards him, wondering what was coming.Freeman: I know who attacked you, you know. Time seems to freeze for a second.
Shadow's eyes widen as he hears what Freeman has just said. He has been trying so hard to find out the person who assaulted him. He stares at the back of Freeman's head wishing that he could see the story the eyes are telling. Is Freeman lying to him? Or serious?Freeman: Just thought that you might want to know that. And then he resumes walking and exits off screen. Shadow looks like he's about to follow after him, but stops himself. Could Freeman be serious? Is this a lead? No...he thinks. He'd better not follow him. This is what Freeman wants him to do. Make himself crazy wondering whether it's true or not. It's probably just something he said. He's trying to get in his head, and Shadow won't let it work. But...there's still that shred of doubt.
What does Freeman know?
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 6, 2009 16:05:09 GMT -5
"Calling All Creeps" [/font] RepAgent Amazing[/center] Slow fade in from black. The sound of police sirens slowly fade in as the flashing red and blue lights of a police car sharpen in from a blur. A stark action driven guitar riff hits as a huge black man, wearing a black long sleeved turtle neck, runs down the street, away from the police car. He struggles to get away and takes a quick turn down a much darker street. He carries in his closed fist, a gold chain. Presumably it doesn't belong to him, or it didn't anyway, because it does now. The man's face is revealed as he turns a corner and hides in an alley. His cell phone rings...Flash in to white, cut to a dark night club. A hip hop track blasts through the building and various conversations occur. Beautiful women and wealthy men walk back and forth on the main floor as we set in on one area, raised slightly above this. The purple and blues of neon lighting inside the club mingle in the background as a dark outline of a man sitting in a chair controls the foreground. The darks and lights set in until the man's appearance becomes apparent. He turns his head to the side and looks out at the dance floor. His cell phone rings...Flash in to white, cut to another street alley. This time, it's in the daytime. A stick thin black man runs past the camera, must have been a crackhead. A loud thumping noise echoes through the streets... maybe somebody dropped a TV out of a window. We set in past a brick wall and around the corner. A man spraypaints "J" on an abandoned car. He backs up and with full force, kicks the passenger's window in. He turns around as he crosses his arms and grins. His face is well known. His cell phone rings...Flash in to white, cut to the ACW building. We're in the hallway, and in front of a door. It reads... "The Reprobate." The door opens and we enter. The make up artist extraordinare Mystique rubs a make up tool over the cheek of a young, short woman. Mystique spins her chair around to help her get a closer look in to the mirror, but more importantly, to reveal her face to us. Her cell phone rings...Split screen of all four, answering their phones at the same time.Trotter: YO?Vishis: What up?JJB: TALK TO MEH!Christina: Bueno?A voice speaks in to their ears, we cannot hear it. None of them look happy, but none of them look sad. They all agree to whatever it is that the voice has said. Flash in to white, a dark room... with a red light? Red shines on everything in this room, not that there is much to shine on. The shot takes a left to reveal, on the ground sitting, a man. A tired man. A man who needs all of the help that he can get. After this phone call, he'll get it.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 6, 2009 16:07:05 GMT -5
===================== Match 4: Chris Phenomenal vs. Jay Zero. Chris Phenomenal ===================== For the first time ever, Thursday Night Meltdown would be presenting the match between quite possibly the greatest star of the new generation in Jay Zero, against the man who is looking to start a generation of his own in Chris Phenomenal. With both men’s attitudes in ego’s being larger than life, the sole deciding factor in this match would be whether the speed of Jay Zero could best the power offense of Chris Phenomenal. The other question would be that coming off two hellacious matches at Seven Deadly Sins, who exactly would be in better shape. The Beginning.The match started off with the two men looking at each other, both feeling each other out before Chris goes towards Zero, trying to force him into a collar and elbow tie up but Zero slips out of the way to his right and it takes Chris an extra second to react, his left eye still totally swollen from Seven Deadly Sins obstructing his vision. The pause gives Jay Zero an opening, hitting Chris with a Zero-Sen Kick that turns him around right into Jay Zero who takes Chris down with a cravate and goes right into a reverse chin lock trying to keep the bigger man grounded. It takes Chris a few seconds to over power Zero and get to his feet but all doesn’t work out for Chris as he would have planned as Zero ducks the reverse elbow and counters it with a spin of his own into a leaping neckbreaker drop and a quick pin fall that goes for two as Chris throws the right shoulder up. Zero backs away as Chris gets to his feet, rubbing the left shoulder after the impact and still showing some of the effects from his match with Snake at Seven Deadly Sins. Zero charges in and goes for a waistlock takedown but Chris is able to block it before prying the hands apart and throwing Jay Zero over his right shoulder with an ippon seionage and goes right into a side headlock. The MiddleSlowly Zero worked his way out of the hold, much the same as Chris Phenomenal to get to his feet but instead of throwing an elbow, Zero hooked the leg of Chris with his own and basically tripped him up with a modified leg sweep, sending Chris down to the canvas but not releasing Zero, as he grabbed a hold of one of his arms and put it into a hammerlock as Zero cursed under his breath. The hammerlock was much easier to break however, Zero getting back to his feet and then running into the ropes, or so it appeared, ducking down at the last moment and allowing Chris Phenomenal’s momentum to carry him over the top rope and in order to break the fall to the outside let go of Jay Zero as he crashed to the mat below. Zero looked to take advantage as Chris got to his feet on the outside, soaring through the air with a double jump plancha but Chris, injured shoulder and all caught Zero in his arms, before putting him up onto his shoulders and powering him down onto the right shoulder with his signature Carnage Cutter. Both men were down on the outside with Chris sliding into the ring at five and Zero at eight to break the count but not to stay on the offensive as Chris put the boots to him, specifically the neck area that the Capitalists worked on at Seven Deadly Sins before Zero can grab hold of the ropes, forcing Joey Reynolds referee in charge of this match to call for a break. The Ending:Chris backs away as Jay Zero uses the ropes to pull himself up to his feet as Chris adjusts his angle to keep him in his line of sight as Jay Zero’s eyes open wide, having missed it the first time but now realizing that Chris can’t see out of his left eye. A small smile creeps across his face as already in his mind a gameplan is forming to take down Chris Phenomenal. Zero comes off the ropes and Chris looks for the Superman Punch earlier on than one would expect in the match and it costs him as Jay Zero ducks out of the way, avoiding the punch to the right side of Chris. Chris rapidly turns to see Jay Zero but already he is gone, showing impressive skills with a quick front roll to the left side of Chris and it goes undetected by Chris, the peripheral vision that would have usually alerted him to zero gone. As Chris turns around he all but seals his fate as out of nowhere Jay Zero leaps up into the air, and connects with the Zero Chance, powering Chris head and left shoulder down into the canvas. Chris appears to be out cold as Zero waists no time in covering Chris, the quickness of the finish even leaving the fans stunned as Reynolds counts Chris down with the 12 3 The Winner:By pinfall following a Zero Chance… JAY ZERO!!!
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 6, 2009 16:07:24 GMT -5
Segment: The Main Eventuh! (Credit: Dan White & BK London)
The camera opens up in the backstage area, and we are greeted to a man with a plan, the Welsh Dragon Dan White, and the crowd go barmy as we watch him collecting some water from the water cooler. I mean look! He’s pushing against the release button! The water is going into the cup! How exciting...!
But this segment is about to get a tad more exciting, as Dan pauses what he’s doing, looking up as though he’s been interrupted, and he might well have been. The camera pans backwards to allow BK London into the picture, sparking another pop from the crowd. BK makes sure that his Tag Title can clearly be seen, as he addresses the Welshman.
BK London: Well, if isn't my opponent tonight. I would think you'd be busying yourself with preparing for your big match up tonight, instead of walking around trying to make getting water look like riveting television. How is the "great pretender" doing tonight?
He smirks at Dan, who rather nonchalantly takes a sip of water, before responding.
Dan White: I don’t know what you mean by that, mate.
BK London: Oh, you don't know? You know - I don't want to seem too much like a bad guy - but you haven't exactly been doing the greatest around here in the five or so years you've been here. Emperor of the Ring - you screwed that up. Fallen Heroes - boy did you choke, and don't even get me started on the countless World Title opportunities in itself that you've let come and go. I don't want to sound too much like a jerk, but it's the truth Dan - you're...you're sort of a screw up.
Dan’s happy-go-lucky demeanour swiftly changes, as he crosses his arms, looking like he’s about to explode.
Dan White: Well, you know what, BK? You can hardly talk. Whatever happened to ‘retiring gracefully’ like you did at Winter Discontent? Apart from the fact that you’re here again, having struggled to defeat a team that I have single handedly crushed several times in my life. I mean one would argue that you’re trying to make an honest buck, but unlike you, at least I’m progressing in my life. You’re just ruining the whole ‘legacy’ of BK London. If there is such a legacy anyways.
BK steps closer to Dan, offended by his words.
BK London: Is that so?
Dan White: It is. Your legacy has always been tainted, BK. Let’s have a guess at how many times you’ve double crossed the company, or the fans. It’s pretty much loads. And you have the audacity to think that coming back here is what the fans want? Please, you’re an old time. I’m the future of this company, and I’ll damn well get my title shot at Heatwave. Whilst I’m guessing you and Zero will have the daunting task of fighting McMichaelson and Gary. Or something.
BK smiles, looking away slightly, before quickly turning, with a rather serious look on his face.
BK London: I don't come back thinking it's what the fans want - I came back on my own terms, so I could retire on my own terms. The fans give me the reaction they give me because they can see that, and they respect that. I love wrestling because I'm damn well good at it, and damn near the best at it, and that's more than I can say for you. You talk about how I've turned on the fans and the company several times, well look at you my friend. Take a good look in the mirror, because I see a man who promised that if he didn't win the World Title by Omega Effect next year - he would quit. Now how selfish is that? You don't care about these people, all you care about is your own personal advancement through the ranks so you can be a big star like me. Your deluded fantasy about how you're the future of ACW is just that - a fantasy, because I don't know if you realize it, but you've been around here just as long as I am. I may have won a few more titles than you, I may have been in more high profile matches than you - but you and I started in ACW right around the same time. The only difference is that you have yet to climb to the top of the mountain in those five years, whereas I have done it a whopping 3 times. Dan, if at this point you haven't done it - quit while you're ahead, because each new wrestler will step up to the plate and surpass you over and over. I may sound harsh right now, but I'm not going to stand around and let someone insult me - especially an underachiever like you Mr. White.
He pauses, and the duo engage in an intense stare-off.
BK London: I’ll see you in the ring, where if you're as bad as you say you are....you'll prove me wrong.
BK walks off, with a rather disgusted look on his face. Dan watches him leave, and he too is less than impressed, as he takes a sip of his water.
Fade out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 6, 2009 16:07:49 GMT -5
Credit: Jeff James
Saturday, August 1st, 2009 Dear Diary,
Today might just be the best day of my life. There are bumblebees prancing around in my insides and pollinating my heart. The end of the world couldn't wipe this smile off of my face. I feel like I am going to explode. I only wish you could feel the way I do, like everything I touch will combust into sunshine and rainbows.
I know it's been a while since you've heard me this happy, but believe me, there's a good reason for it. It all started about two weeks ago, when you first stopped hearing from me. I know I usually don't go that long without writing, but I can explain. When I got on the internet a while ago, I discovered that Jeff James is back in action! After being MIA for almost five years, he got his life back together and signed a contract to Alpha Championship Wrestling. I couldn't believe it! It's like a dream come true. My hero is headed back to the ring, and I've finally got a good reason to get out of bed in the morning.
So, that's where I've been for the past few weeks. Talking. Promoting. Letting the world know that grace has come back to the wrestling ring to soothe the universe at large once again. I was in awe at how many people had forgotten his name! That man used to be the talk of the town, I couldn't go a day without hearing the word Jeff James! It was usually from my own mouth, but that's just fine. I know I'm the most loyal disciple, and it doesn't bother me much that hardly anyone else can appreciate what that man does. "They'll see one of these days", I tell myself, but I can only hope that they will see his beauty as if through my eyes.
It gets better from there, though. I pulled an all-nighter last night reading the ACW website archives, looking for anything I could find about Jeff. When I had absorbed everything I could, I refreshed the frontpage a couple of dozen times. And alas, the new Meltdown card was put up. Jeff James' first match in ACW. He's opening the card, against some kid I'd never heard of before, even after reading through the archives. His opponent doesn't matter though, because I've seen what that man can do in the ring, and not even the largest, strongest, fastest, smartest, most technically proficient man can pin or submit the unique and mysterious style of the one and only. What matters is where it's happening.
Right in the middle of nowhere, God's semen stain of the world will be studded with diamonds for one night as the charismatic maestro wonderman graces it with his benevolent presence. And I've got a ticket. Mother couldn't say no with the look in my eyes. She knew what I'd have done if I didn't get my one chance to look at him without the help of a digital device.
I'm going, Diary. I'm going and I won't let a damned thing stop me. And if it kills me, I'm going to shake that man's hand and tell him that it is an honor to be face to face with the man that knows no fear, no pain. My pathetic soul will be enchanted by his wisdom and I will never again lay down and let myself be walked all over. I will be a new man! Don't you forget it.
Always with love, Barry.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 6, 2009 16:08:10 GMT -5
===================== Claiming the Town 1/7 Chris Phenomenal ===================== Man: Get your head up. LOOK AT ME!
Chris is shown, shaking his head trying to clear the cobwebs as he eats a massive punch with no means to defend himself, his arms tied behind his back.
Man: Now I’m sure you’re wondering why I haven’t unloaded a slug in your ass, and that’s because I’ve got a job for you and I’m sure you’re a smart enough man to figure out that you don’t have any other option.
Chris is still out of it, trying to run everything through his mind as he looks into the dark brown eyes of the man, understanding the position he is in.
Man: You see, there’s a man who I’m sure you’re familiar with that’s been running a little outlet, getting involved in my business. Thing is however, he doesn’t run things directly, he hires people to do his job and stays squeaky clean, living on what could be termed as a criminal’s dream location, ACW Island.
Chris looks up at the man, trying to understand what the hell the man is saying.
Man: I need you to get involved, find a way to get at him, and then get him out. You’ve got the power to do it, even with your history, in fact it might even play into you with him wanting revenge on you.
Chris stares up at the man, understanding in his eyes.
Man: You get the job done, you get Paige. You fuck up, you lose her, it’s as simple as that. Now if you’ll excuse me. |
The events of one month ago during the ACW summer break still ring through the head of Chris Phenomenal, the cries of Paige burning through his soul. He thought he was out of this game, that the events of his youth had put it all behind him. He was now a superstar in professional wrestling, headlining events for the grandest wrestling promotion of them all. He most definitely wasn’t a thug and yet now, that’s what he was forced into, not by his own choice but out of necessity. Still sporting the signs of his match with Rattlesnake, the scene opens with Chris Phenomenal walking through one of the seedier neighborhoods on ACW Island, a place one wouldn’t think that any of the stars would delve into. As Chris steps off the curb he has to redirect his path out of the way of a dirty needle lying on the ground and as he looks down the block he says an old man, a month’s growth on his face, his clothes tattered as he is curled up against a wall. Chris looks on the man with pity, wishing, wanting to do something but now is not the time, with only three days to find a location to set up shop time is running out. The ten minutes he could spend with that man could wind up being the difference between life or death for Paige and that is a gamble Chris can’t take.
The places have run through his mind, the ACW arena, there are enough back rooms there to house an African village, it wouldn’t be too hard to run a small operation out of them but the risk of someone stumbling onto them was too much. His penthouse on the east side wouldn’t be wise, no quick escape route in case a rival outlet came around. The secret shop above Ken Fu’s Chinese food restaurant would have worked if not for the fact that Chris couldn’t bring himself to risk any harm to innocent bystanders.
As he continued down the street, feet pounding the pavement Chris keeps reciting the criteria for the place. Spacious, there needs to be enough room to house men, goods and any other things that may arise. It needed to be somewhere were someone wasn’t going to happen to stumble into it and create a whole lot of problems. It had to be away from most of society that could end up getting killed by being in the wrong place in the wrong time. A specific picture of what Chris wanted was in his mind, he knew what he wanted but finding it was another question. Chris turned to his left, absently kicking a stray beer can into the gutter as he kept the vision in his mind.
Chris Phenomenal: It’s gotta be just so, just like back home. It’s gotta be…
Chris looks to his left and there it is, what appears to be an abandoned apartment building sits in front of Chris, weeds growing in the front and the entrance door busted open.
Chris Phenomenal: Just like that.
Chris looks at the broken down apartment, immediately triggering a return to his childhood and memories of a place similar to this. With little to no hesitation Chris walks up the broken walkway and ducks in through the broken door with a smile as he goes to check out the place, walking to the end of the haul looking for a light switch before eventually finding it and turning on the light. Surprisingly there is still electricity in the building, how The Senator would cry foul at this but Chris takes it as a sign. As he looks around the front gathering area he sees signs of decay, a hole in the wall and a broken table show that they’re quite possibly at one point was some kind of fight in the lobby. Otherwise the only thing Chris can see that shows signs of needing repair is the fine layer of dust that coats the exposed areas. As Chris trends deeper into the apartment one can hear the faint creak of floor boards underfoot. Eventually Chris turns the corner where there are some stairs and scanning them before he heads up to check out the rest of the building, the scene fading to black.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 6, 2009 16:08:30 GMT -5
Segment: Torn (Credit: Michael Smart)
The scene begins in a hallway. In the background a few interns, stagehands and other such personnel can be seen buzzing around. On the foreground, however, is Michael Smart. Wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans, he is pacing around impatiently. He periodically takes glances at the camera.
Michael Smart: Is that thing ready yet?
Cameraman: It's been rolling for twenty seconds now.
Michael stops, turning to face the camera.
Michael Smart: Then why didn't you say so?
Michael takes a second to breathe before starting.
Michael Smart: Stan Vishis. Last Saturday, I faced him. Many of you probably saw it. Many of you probably also saw me getting pinned and being unable to answer a count of seven. I wasn't one of those people. No, I was on the floor blacked out because I got hit in the face with brass knuckles. According to the rules I've been taught, those things aren't allowed.
Michael looks annoyed.
Michael Smart: I don't want to be a sore loser, however. The referee's decision can't be turned anymore, so I'll just have to accept defeat and move on. Vishis may have the lead in the Summer Series, but he hasn't won yet. There's still time left for payback.
Michael reaches into his pockets, taking out a photograph. A photo of Stan Vishis, to be more accurate. Michael holds it up for the camera to see.
Michael Smart: In ancient Rome, when two gladiators fought and one struck the other down, the audience were allowed to choose whether the loser would be spared or killed. Of course, here in ACW this isn't the case. No...
Michael looks down for a second, his face out of sight, before looking up again, his expression intense and pissed off.
Michael Smart: When I face you, I will choose your fate! Live or die, it's my call! Next Monday, we're having our second match. If you're lucky, you may come out in one piece. But I wouldn't count on it. At Warfare, I will tear you apart.
Michael rips the photograph in two.
Michael Smart: Before Seven Deadly Sins, this Summer Series, I came in wanting a series of honorable matches between two talented wrestlers. Now, it's about finding out how long you can survive in the ring with me when I'm pissed off. Stan Vishis, next Monday you will fall.
YOU!
WILL!
FALL!
Michael throws the pieces of the photo down and starts walking away as the scene fades.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 6, 2009 16:09:51 GMT -5
Match 5: ACW Entertainment Title Match VorteX vs. Andrew Black (c) Credit: Kaoru Hanayama McNally: Wells folks, I do believe it is time for our title match of the evening…the ever enigmatic VorteX against Andrew Black. Edison: I wasn’t aware “enigmatic” was the word for “crazy” these days. McNally: For once, you may not exactly be pushing it. It was at Seven Deadly Sins that we saw a three month rivalry come to fruition, as VorteX narrowly pulled out a victory against The Reprobate, catching him in a small package after a wild and reckless brawl. Edison: Yeah. Rep got “wild and reckless” all over VorteX’s face. And then still lost. McNally: Will you be quiet? At any rate, coming off that stunning victory, VorteX will now be getting another crack at the ACW Entertainment championship. It was at Omega Effect that he took on Chris Phenomenal in an absolutely classic match, but came up short. Can he get it done this week against Andrew Black? Edison: Well, Andrew Black didn’t exactly win that title under the most…erm…standard circumstances. Somewhere, Chris Phenomenal must be pissed. McNally: Indeed, the week of July 16th saw Chris Phenomenal issue a second challenge after having his successful title defense against Dan White tainted by interference from Jake Steele. But that proved to be his undoing, as Andrew Black proceeded to answer the challenge…and win! A victory against VorteX here would go miles in legitimizing Black’s title reign. Will he cement his new legacy? Or will VorteX keep riding the tide of momentum straight out of Seven Deadly Sins and into championship gold? Phillip Jackson with the introductions! Jackson: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall and is for the ACW Entertaaaaaainment championship…introducing first, the challenger…he stands at five foot eleven, and weighed in this morning at exactly two hundred pounds…from Death Valley, California…he is…..VORRRTTEEEXX! 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 me The 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 the ramp slowly, carrying his signature ladder on his shoulder. As he descends the ramp behind him gradually brightens, until he is at the bottom, 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 ascends the ring steps, which seem to glow brighter the farther he goes. Finally, Vortex ducks through the ropes and goes to the center of the ring, 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 way Vortex 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, unfolds the ladder, and takes a seat on one of the rungs, waiting for his adversary to appear.[solo]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 6, 2009 16:11:28 GMT -5
McNally: No matter how many times he does it, that entrance still gives me the chills. He is a deeply disturbed man, but absolutely no one can deny his in-ring talent. Edison:I can. Watch me. Jackson: And his opponent…he stands at five feet eleven inches and weighed in this morning at two hundred and five pounds…from Detroit, Michigan….he is the ACW ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPIOOOOOON, ANDREW BLAAAAACK! BOOM! White pyros exploded up from the stage as “Stimulate” by Eminem plays over the loud speaker.IIIIIIIIII'm only entertaining you Myyyyy goal is to stimulate making you high And take you and I, to a place that you can't see But I believe you can fly I don't mean nobody harm, I'm just partying I'm not your dad, not your mom, not your guardian Just a man who's on the mic, so let me... entertain you As the chorus blares over the speakers in the ACW Arena, Andrew Black walks out onto the stage, the ACW Entertainment title around his waist. As the crowd cheers him, The Black Knight throws a couple of air jabs, before throwing one last knock out strike which send his momentum toward the ring. He continues to get cheered as he walks to the ring. Halfway down the ramp, he picks up speed and slides into the ring. After some laps around the inside of the ring, Andrew Black does some stretches as he waits for the match to begin. McNally: And whether or not you agree with the way he won the Entertainment title, the fact remains: Andrew Black pinned Chris Phenomenal, and won. What a huge moment that was for the Untouchables. Edison: I do admire a guy who seizes the moment. What I don’t admire is the Untouchables winning. Let’s see if the kid can actually do some convincing tonight. Dingx3 Beginning The similar size of both of these men makes the start of the match highly contested. The two men lock up in the center of the ring, only to find that neither one of them can get the necessary strength advantage to capitalize. Black’s mixed martial arts background helps him to realize this. He converts the lockup into a quick muay thai clinch, and proceeds to VorteX with several brutal knees, before taking him over in a picture perfect fireman’s carry. Trying to counter VorteX’s unpredictability with his martial arts, Black quickly converts the fireman’s carry into a top wristlock. Cranking down tightly on the wrist, Black then launches a quick kick to the chest that flattens his opponent out, before hitting the ropes and coming back with a knee drop…..but misses! VorteX quickly rolls out. Black attempts a speedy recovery, but is caught in a quick snap suplex! Black leans upwards from the impact, clinching his back in apparent pain, only to get a dropkick between the shoulder-blades for his effort. With his opponent flattened out, VorteX proceeds to punish him in a rather unorthodox manner, raining down axe kicks instead of stomps. The high angle of the kicks is not lost on Black, who squirms under their massive impact. Satisfied with the damage, VorteX lifts up his opponent and catches his right arm in a hammerlock, before circling the full three hundred and sixty degrees and grabbing Andrew around the waist. His grip firm, VorteX takes him over in a beautiful hammerlock belly-to-belly suplex. As they land, VorteX holds on to the hammerlock and holds the other shoulder down for the pin, only to get a one-and-a-half count. VorteX is unhappy at the kickout, but quickly hits the ropes and executes a front flip senton, landing squarely on Black’s sternum. Picking his opponent up from the ground, VorteX seeks to continue the offense. He sends Andrew Black into the ropes with a hard Irish whip and then proceeds to hit the ropes himself. VorteX hopes to catch him on the way back with a lariat, but Black ducks under the strike and keeps running as VorteX stops. Sensing danger, VorteX does a split to duck under as Black comes around for the second time. The third time proves to be the charm, however, as Black comes back full head of steam and lands the Exploding Knee squarely to VorteX’s chest. Middle Black’s knee strike has now changed the momentum of the match. Andrew unloads on the down VorteX with a series of explosive stomps, as his opponent twitches beneath the weight of the strikes. Black then proceeds to get down on the mat and, extending VorteX’s right arm, locks a fishhook straight into his opponent’s right cheek. The referee attempts to break up the hold, but Black milks it for all it’s worth. The referee starts counting, only for black to release and re-apply the hold several times, in order to restart the count. Finally, the ref signals that his patience has run out. Black grudgingly acquiesces and removes the fishhook, giving VorteX a punch to the same cheek for good measure. The ground assault is not done however. Black asserts himself by getting into side control position. VorteX attempts to hip-escape out of it, but Black’s mixed martial arts background serves him well, as he is able to retain the positional advantage. His side control secure, Black unleashes his trademark Grounded Knee Strikes! He drives the kneecap into VorteX’s ribs over and over again. VorteX is finally forced to turn over to his side in order to escape the brutal strikes, and Black takes full advantage, going to VorteX’s back. Andrew Black slaps on a front face-lock and rains the knees down even harder, connecting with VorteX’s cranium. The punishment that VorteX is enduring from the knees seems palpable…yet he does not give up. Squirming and rolling on his stomach, he finally manages to create a bit of space for himself and plant his feet on the mat. From there, still bearing the weight of Black’s face-lock behind him, VorteX manages to make it all the way up to his feet. Andrew knows the game is up and is about to release the face-lock, when VorteX beats him to the punch! Executing a forward roll, VorteX manages to convert the front face-look into a sudden sunset flip pin! The stunned Andrew Black wiggles his legs in panic, as the referee comes around to make the count…but manages to kick out! The two men scramble up to their feet, hoping to shift the momentum yet again…
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 6, 2009 16:12:15 GMT -5
Andrew Black escapes the pin through the backdoor, and as the competitors scramble, he attempts to get the drop on VorteX from behind…only to receive a surprise roundhouse kick to the head! The maneuver catches him flush in the sinus cavity and makes a terrifying smacking noise, as Black falls to one knee. Wasting no time, VorteX immediately hits the rope with all of the speed he can muster. With Black still on one knee, VorteX comes sprinting back and connects with a devastating enziguri. Andrew Black hits the mat hard as the ferocious kick finds its mark. VorteX, now back in control of the match, knows that he must raise the stakes. He lifts his dazed opponent up to his feet and whips him hard into the nearest turnbuckle. Black hits the post with incredible velocity, but still manages to stay in the corner. Stalking him there, Vortex grabs his opponent around the waist, and lifts him up onto the turnbuckle in a seated position, before walking to the opposite corner and signaling for something big. With a crazy, somewhat unintelligible war-cry, VorteX charges forward and leaps onto the turnbuckle himself, taking Black back down to the mat with a tornado DDT that he converts into a leg hook pin! The fans immediately explode on approval, recognizing the trademark Whirlwind of Destruction! The referee comes down to make the count… …and Black just barely kicks out! End Groggily, VorteX knows that the match must continue. Once more, he pulls Black up to his feet, somewhat unenthusiastically. Driving his opponent back into the corner, VorteX unloads with a series of punishing right hands, as the audience eagerly counts off. As VorteX reaches the tenth punch, he pulls back…but Black catches it! Having stopped the final blow, Black quickly converts onto a hammerlock before dropping onto his back and connecting with a Hammerlock Lungblower!Both men are now laying on the ground, the momentum having shifted once again. The audience cheers in approval of the competitive match. The two men are racing…both trying to make it up to their feet before their opponent can do the same. Black gets the better of the competition, as he takes a decisive lead and finally stands up to full height. VorteX swings wildly, but Black blocks the attempt and instead goes for a double leg sweep. It pays off, as VorteX finds himself on his back again, with Andrew Black looming ominously over hip. Black takes aim and attempts to quickly finish the match with The Instant KO! Black dives… …and misses! VorteX rolls out of the way! Before Black realizes what’s going on, he is rolled up into a small package! It is the same maneuver that finished The Reprobate at Seven Deadly Sins! The referee goes to make the count… One Two Thr---kickout! Black escapes! Catching their final winds, both men hustle back up from the small package on pure adrenaline! With animal-like reflexes, Black leaps onto VorteX as soon as his opponent is up, and wraps his legs around his waist! Andrew reaches around VorteX’s back, looking to apply a kimura and take him down into the grapevine kimura lock! However, VorteX stays on his feet! He is not taken down, and somehow manages to keep standing despite the pull of Black’s weight! Reaching deep around Black’s waist with the non-threatened arm, he manages to lean far enough to the side to prevent his threatened arm from being bent back into the kimura! The two men struggle…Black trying to pull his opponent down into the submission…VorteX trying to avoid getting caught in what may well be the match ending maneuver… The audience holds its breath…Black looks to be pulling VorteX in deeper and deeper… …but VorteX counters!! He carries Black’s weight up to the turnbuckle and charges forward, smashing Andrew’s spine against the steel! This temporary moment allows VorteX to free his arm, and grab Andrew around the head! In an explosive display, VorteX lifts Andrew up from the grape-vine and up to suplex position, before driving him down in an absolutely shocking Psychosurgery!The crowd goes berserk! VorteX makes the cover! One Two Three!!! Ding Ding Ding Jackson: Here is your winner….and NEWWWW ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPION…..VORTEEEEEEEEEEXXXX!!!! There is pandemonium in the crowd. VorteX has won a title! The referee hands the clearly unbalanced man his belt, as VorteX clings to it greedily in Gollum style. McNally: I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it! New champion! VorteX succeeds where he failed at Omega Effect!!! Edison: So much for the great Untouchables! Bahaha! That title reign lasted a millisecond in wrestling years! The camera focuses in on VorteX walking back up the ramp, clinging to the belt insanely. -Fade-
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 6, 2009 16:12:36 GMT -5
Segment: Two Spanish Fireman. One is called José, the other Hose B (Credit: Dan White)
The ACW camera opens up, and we’re greeted to our Chairman, Mr. Gingerdude, who is treated to a chorus of boos and jeers from the crowd. Completely disregarding the paying fans, he scans over pieces of paperwork, one of which bears the “Heatwave” banner across the top, and is quite clearly an important document. But at that moment, there is a rattataptap at the door, and Ginger looks up, sighing and shaking his head.
Gingerdude: What now?
The door swings open, and Gingerdude sighs even more, reacting negatively, as the camera pans across, and we’re greeted to the Welsh Dragon, Dan White, to a cheer from the crowd. Gingerdude places his paperwork on his desk, and addresses the Welshman.
Gingerdude: I’m glad you could come.
Dan White: Now then, I know you wanted to see me, Gingerpubes.
Gingerdude: I’m going to pretend you did not say that, and instead I have to address your situation regarding this whole “I want a world title shot” situation.
Dan scrunches his face, folding his arms as Ginger continues.
Gingerdude: You Dan, this is a multi-million pound company we’ve got here, and as you know very well, with two shows a week and then big Pay Per Views matches monthly, we cannot afford to let somebody with your public image to be the front of this company. On a financial note, it’s a great risk.
Dan shakes his head, unconvinced as his boss’s plea.
Gingerdude: The problem is, you happen to make enough money through merchandising anyways, and you are seen as a reasonably big draw
Dan interrupts
Dan White: reasonably big?
Gingerdude: Okay okay, you’re a big draw, to inflate your ego further. But in these economical downfalls, we need to make sure that the company stays above the water. Now, I’m not saying Mr. Phillips is my ideal World champion, but he’s get an image that we can use. He’s a well known public figure, and he’s not going to say anything for fear of incriminating his political career.
Dan White: So what you’re suggesting is that I take back my offer for a match at Heatwave.
Gingerdude: That is correct. However, I will grant you any other match that you wish, for the card. If their name is on the roster, you got the match. Your rules, your stipulations, it will all be in your hands.
Dan stops to ponder, raising one hand onto his chin, as he looks up in a thoughtful gaze. But he quickly shakes off, firmly rejecting the Chairman’s offer.
Dan White: I’m sorry Mr. Gingerpubes but I have been waiting for a World title match for a very very long time. My last title match was ruined by your doing with Dave Shadow, and I’m damn sure gonna make sure that it doesn’t happen again, yeah? I am the number one contender and I’m going to go to Heatwave, you better believe it pal.
Dan places both his hands on Gingerdude’s desk, looking closely at him.
Dan White: And trust me, if you get any one of your cronies, any one of those gutless bastards who you’re paying off cash in hand to do your dirty work for you to halt my chances of winning that match, then you’ll pay. And that, Ginger, is a right touch.
A huge pop, as the duo engage in a long, intimidating stare. But Dan eventually turns away, heading towards the door.
Fade out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 6, 2009 16:12:53 GMT -5
Segment: Sunglasses (Credit: Michael Smart)
The scene opens up in the ACW Arena parking lot. Visible are dozens of cars of varying shapes and sizes. The camera, however, is centered on one black limousine. The camera pans back to show Michael Smart, wearing his street clothes, standing beside it. The back door of the limousine opens and out steps Daniel Smart, wearing black sunglasses, a dark grey suit and a green tie. Michael looks on as Daniel closes the door and steps closer.
Daniel Smart: Haven't seen you in a bit, cousin. What's up?
Michael Smart: What did you want to talk about?
Daniel Smart: Is it so hard to make a little smalltalk with your favorite cousin?
Michael Smart: You're my only cousin.
Daniel Smart: That's not true.
Michael Smart: Well, my only living cousin...
Daniel Smart: Let's not talk about this, no one watching would get it anyway.
Michael Smart: Huh?
Daniel Smart: You know, because that stuff happened in a different fed, no one would get it here.
Michael Smart: It's our life, we can talk about it wherever we please.
Daniel Smart: Yeah, but not in front of the camera. Anyway, I did have something I wanted to talk to you about. Black or red?
Michael Smart: ...?
Daniel takes out two pairs of sunglasses from his pockets. One of them has black lenses, the other has red. Daniel holds both of them up.
Daniel Smart: Which one do you want?
Michael is speechless for a moment.
Michael Smart: ...Do you really think that I can't afford sunglasses?
Daniel Smart: Well, you never wear glasses so I thought...
Michael Smart: I don't wear them because they don't fit my style, alright?
Daniel Smart: Wow, no wonder Jimmy always used to say that you look old.
Michael Smart: Wh... I don't look old! Who's Jimmy anyway?
Daniel's eyes seem to widen, though his eyes are not visible through the sunglasses.
Daniel Smart: Don't tell me you forgot Jimmy and Timmy! You know, high school? The two guys that originally became friends because their names rhymed? The only two people that took wrestling seriously enough not to laugh at your obsession with it?
Michael Smart: I'm not obsessed about wrestling! And besides... I haven't really been thinking about high school in a long while...
Daniel Smart: Gotta wonder what happened to them. Last I heard, they were setting up some computer software company. Who knows, maybe they're millionaires, too!
Daniel laughs while Michael stares at him quietly, wondering what the joke is. The driver's door of the limousine opens and out steps the driver.
Driver: Sir, we have to go now.
Daniel looks at the driver, puzzled for a second before remembering something.
Daniel Smart: Oh, right! Let's get going. See you later, cousin.
Daniel heads towards the back door of the limousine, motioning for the driver that he'll open the door on his own. The driver nods as Daniel gets in the car. The driver then turns to Michael, giving the camera a better view of his face. Well, at least his beardless chin, as most of his face is covered by a lowered chauffeur hat. Michael looks back at the driver, who keeps staring in his direction.
Michael Smart: ...Do you want something?
The driver snaps out of his trance and mumbles.
Driver: It's nothing...
The driver turns back to the driver's door, opening it and getting inside. The engine turns back on, the limousine driving out of sight. Michael follows the limousine with his eyes until it disappears. Michael turns around to walk away as the scene fades.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 6, 2009 16:13:13 GMT -5
Match 6: BK London vs. Dan White (Credit: BK London)
Phillip: This main event is scheduled for one fall...
The drums of "Amazing" knock throughout the arena, and the very familiar theme of one BK London reigns throughout the arena for the 2nd time tonight.
Phillip: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 238 pounds - from Brooklyn, New York - he is one half of the ACW Tag Team Champions, B-K London!
BK steps through the curtain attired in his white and green attire while sporting the prestigous ACW Tag Team Championship around his waist. London slaps hands with those who manage to get close enough to the action in the front row, before sliding under the bottom rope to the inside. From there, he steps up on the turnbuckle to acknowledge his legion of fans throughout the ACW Arena before stepping down and waiting for his opponent - who comes out to
Phillip: And his opponent, weighing in at 245 pounds - from Cardiff, Wales - Dan White!
White now steps into the limelight to just as big as a pop as BK London, and he stares from the stage at the man who has yet to beat in ACW. London returns the stare and Dan makes his way down to the ring, focused on his opponent. White rolls into the ring, and he's ready to battle - as is his opponent.
The bell sounds for the match to start, neither man is too anxious to get things started right away. Both Dan White and BK London have had a long tenure here in ACW, and they - more than anyone - know how foolish it is to simply dive into something without a plan at your disposal. Instead, both men take their time in making their way to the center of the ring, and eventually - a collar elbow tie up commences. Quickly, BK London latches on a rear hammer lock he uses to sort of hold Dan at bay for the moment before switching up his game plan and now applying a side headlock. But before Dan can even think about attempting to get out of this, a headlock take down follows and the Welsh native is quickly floored in seconds. With Dan White down, London has firm control of this match, but Dan doesn't let this sit for too long. With London's head in perfect position, Dan White uses his powerful legs to lock a vice grip around the Tag Team Champion's neck - freeing him from London's clutches while at the same time turning the match in his favor. It's a move that London has anticipated however, and he uses what strength he has to release himself from the hold.
With that, both men spring up to their feet - but London is first to land a move as he delivers a kick to the abdomen of Dan White before irish whipping him into the ropes. White bounces off and London attempts a power slam, but the crafty Welshman slips over London's shoulder and lands behind him. A pin attempt is in Dan's mind, and he grabs the waist of London and rolls back - hoping for a roll up - but he didn't anticipate London flipping backwards himself, not . With the momentum, London actually rolls free of Dan's clutches and is now over Dan's head. The 4 time Tag Team Champion hops back up to his feet and attempts a follow up maneuver, but Dan White uses his legs while in the grounded position to kick London away. With BK stumbling backwards Dan White manages to make his way back up to his feet and anticipates the next move of London. As London charges towards him, a deep arm drag tosses him to one side of the ring. And then another, and then another. The fourth time Dan White springs up to land another, BK London actually rolls under the bottom rope to stop the momentum of his foe and rethink his game plan. A smirk appears on the face of Dan White, as he can see he has gained somewhat of an early advantage in this match - but he knows that with London, it can change at any moment.
BK London re-enters the ring, and he calls for a collar elbow tie up again - and as Dan lunges forward, London lands another swift kick to the stomach before scoring with a very ironic European Uppercut. The hard hitting strike sends Dan White stumbling to the corner and BK advances towards him before striking him with a chop across the chest.
"WOOOOO!"
Another chop follows.
"WOOOOO!"
And another.
"WOOOOO!"
The champ refrains from strutting around like only the Nature Boy can because of the seriousness of this encounter, and instead he irish whips Dan across the ring. White lands hard against the unforgiving turnbuckle, and in a quite unorthodox maneuver - London lands a cross chop to the former International Champ before slipping through the middle rope. Not one of the hard hitting moves we're used to from BK London, but it does quite a bit of damage to Dan as he buckles down on one knee in the corner. Rising back up, Dan is met with stiff forearm to the back of the head which sends him stumbling to the center of the ring. Quickly, like a cat - BK London springs up to the top turnbuckle and he awaits for Dan to turn around. Dan spots London however, on the top rope - and he readies himself for an attack as London jumps off. However, it seems London anticipates Dan White anticipating his attack and in another unorthodox move - the champ simply lands on his feet. With White thrown off guard for a moment, BK London sends all the wind rushing out of his lungs with a massive lariat to a pop from the London fans in the arena. Dan White drops like a sack of bricks, and he takes a lesson from BK London earlier in the match and rolls under the bottom rope to the outside.
Just as Dan White had the courtesy to, London allows Dan White to catch his breath from such a hard hitting lariat - and now a smirk grows across the face of BK London.
The European native returns back into the ring a few moments later, and London requests one more collar elbow tie up - but Dan White isn't nearly as dumb as he looks. He instead walks right up to London, with absolutely no fear, and laces him with an open hand slap across the face. The slap can be heard throughout the ACW Arena, and London actually loses his balance a bit from the hard slap.
Even though White could possibly have been playing with London, the champ isn't quite fond of being slapped. Seeing the anger in his eyes, White books it and slips under the bottom rope and the chase ensues. The quick BK London makes a quick lap around the ring behind Dan White, before he notices Dan returns back into the ring. London rolls back into the ring himself, and as he reaches the center of the ring he sees Dan White going for a rebound springboard maneuver. With instict almost, BK London ducks - hoping to avoid contact with the move, but it proves only to be a ploy from Dan. Dan surely enough springboards off the middle rope, but he turns in mid air and lands right in front of the bent over BK London. Almost immediately, Dan White scores with a swinging neckbreaker to the Brooklyn native and springs back up.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 6, 2009 16:13:42 GMT -5
Many question why Dan didn't go for the cover, but some come to the conclusion that he knows London won't be finished off by a simple elementary swinging neckbreaker. However, they slowly begin to realize that Dan White is looking to end this one early. He stalks London from behind as he gets up, and turns the his evenly sized advesary around. Dan White hooks London for the Stunt Bomb, but the champ anticipates it and elbows his way out of it. With London free, he backs up and attempts to score another offensive maneuver on the hurt Dan White - but Dan White sees this one coming. As London charges towards Dan White, The Welsh Dragon grabs the arm of BK London and takes him down almost instantly. The Fujiwara Armbar is almost applied - but London attemps to stay on his opposing side as he thrashes around and tries to head towards the ropes. White tries with all his might to latch in the dreaded submission, but it's to no avail as London gets his left foot on the bottom rope.
RAF orders Dan White to release the maneuver, and he does - but he continues to capitalize on his fallen foe by stomping him several times in his lower back as he lays under the bottom rope. London lays their, prone, still trying to recover from the onslaught of moves - and fails to take notice to what Dan is doing. Mr. White races across the ring and bounces off the ropes before sliding himself, like a heat seeking missle, and he lands a baseball slide right to the ribs of BK London. London is pushed off the apron, and for a few moments hangs above the ground before crashing down violently right onto those injured ribs. While it's been quite some time since London's ribs were attacked brutally by The Capitalists, the lasting effects are still apparent even tonight. BK London howls out in pain, rolling on the ground and as much pain as he is in - he attempts to get back up to his feet, but collapses. Dan White attempts to head through the ropes and out the ring, but referee RAF prevents him from doing so - telling him to stay in the circle while he checks on the status of BK London. Without going outside himself, RAF sticks his head between the top and middle rope and asks London how he's doing - but he doesn't get an answer quickly. The former Tag Team Champion however, doesn't intend on standing around and waiting for London to recover, instead he takes matters in his own hands and takes the back door out the ring.
Quickly hustling around the ring, White plans to make sure that London stays in the critical condition that he's currently in - and he meets BK London almost at a vertical base with the help of the announce table.
A swift knee to the ribs follows up, putting more pain on the ribs of BK London - and the Welsh Dragon chucks the Tag Team Champion in the ring before following. Upon getting back in the ring, Dan White picks up BK London and hits him with a few more vicious knees to the abdomen before irish whipping him in the corner. White now races towards the corner to follow up with another move, but BK London manages to roll out of the way in the nick of time and Dan collides sternum first with the turnbuckle. Dan groggily stumbles out of the corner, and turns around before noticing a giant boot coming his way. Once again, Dan White evades the maneuver and London's foot soars over the top rope. While London doesn't go totally over, he does get hung up for a few seconds and Dan is quick to capitalize. Grabbing BK in a Fireman's Carry position, he pulls him away from the top rope and scores with a heavy duty Double Knee Gutbuster that nearly impales BK London. London springs up from the knees of Dan White and he spazzes out in the ring for a moment before rolling to the outside to prevent further damage. London clutches his ribs while writhing in pain and he appears to be in insurmountable pain as seen from the expression etched on his face.
White isn't too happy with once again BK London escaping the ring, preventing himself from being covered - but he can't blame him for doing so. Once again, White rolls under the bottom rope to the outside to retrieve his fallen foe - and he slowly picks up BK London. London shoves Dan White away to create some distance, but once again an elementary knee to the abdomen stops his assault and he chucks him back into the ring. Dan White rolls back into the ring once again, and with his mind set on a pin - London feels otherwise and rolls right back out the ring. Dan's patience for BK London's evading of the inevitable is growing thin, and he once again rolls back to the outside to retrieve BK London. The runner up in the Emperor of the Ring 2008 tournament picks up the semi-finalist of the 2005 tournament, and hopes to roll him back into the ring - but London takes matters into his own hands. Throwing White's hands away, he springs up to his feet with the energy he has left and delivers a quick Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex to his opponent. White lands on the mat on the outside with quite a thud before holding his back in pain. White didn't see that suplex coming, and nearly nobody else did - but London wasn't exactly going to let that be the end of his assult. With Dan down, he musters up enough strength to launch an offensive strike with several forearms to the back of his neck and he now drags him over to the steel steps where he sits him up against them. A few more punches follows, and now BK London backs up before sizing up Dan.
The crowd watches as BK London races down the side of the ring before flipping forward in mid-air, landing a flipping senton right to the face of Dan White. The back of Dan White's head collides with the steel steps he was rested against - and so does the lower back of BK London. White rolls over on his stomach and holds the back of his head in pain, while London - who is also in pain, decides to roll back into the ring - and he waits for the count.
White can't hear anything over the ringing in his ears, so when he begins to come to again - he notices that RAF is up to the 6 count. Enduring he pain, Dan tries his best to get back into the ring and he grabs the ringskirt to pull himself up and does exactly that. London hasn't quickly recovered from the huge gutbuster moments ago, and both men take their time to return to their feet. The first one to do so is BK London, clutching his ribs, and he walks over to Dan White who decks him with a huge right hand across the jaw. London stumbles backwards a bit, before approaching Dan again and gets another mouthful of fist. The barrage of punches keep coming before White plants London with a kick to the gut before bouncing off the ropes. White comes off the ropes, hoping for another Swinging Neckbreaker - but London counters it by twisting out of it and he grabs Dan White from behind to go for a German Suplex. White blocks it and completes the standing switch before going for one of his own. London attempts to elbow Dan, but Dan ducks under it and manages to score with a huge Northern Lights Suplex.
ONE . . TWO . . THR-London kicks out.
Getting his shoulder up in the nick of time, BK London stays alive in this match for just a bit longer - and White grows frustrated. London gets up following White, and meets another kick to the abdomen and a DDT attempt - but he counters it right into a rear waistlock and now a German Suplex. Keeping the hands clasped, he goes for - and lands another German Suplex, and then a third one. London isn't going to stop there however, and he gets back up to go for a fourth German Suplex - but White grabs RAF by the collar. RAF attempts to free himself from the clutches of Dan by any means, and with this distraction - Dan can land a swift kick to the family jewels of London. With London's nether region in terrible danger, White sees his opportunity to attack - and he goes for the armbar takedown for the Fujiwara Armbar.
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