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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 13, 2009 16:41:19 GMT -5
Segment: Old Wounds (Credit: Sarin, Yoko, Rattlesnake)
Rattlesnake: Is she here yet?
He has been asking that question for the past five minutes. Yuki bounces a ball on the wall opposite her, catching it on the rebound each time.
Yuki: You're being annoying.
Rattlesnake: Why can't you just answer the question?
Yuki resists the urge to toss the ball at his head. She compensates by throwing it at the cat, a stray that recently took up residence in the loft above their lockers.
Yuki: Because the last time I checked, you are in possession of two fully-functional eyeballs. Use them.
Rattlesnake opens his mouth to offer a scathing reply when the door swings open.
Yuki: Can you see her? Can you see her now?!
He throws Yuki a withering look. Temporarily cowed, Yuki crosses over to Sarin, a cigarette hanging between her lips and her black Dior swinging from her bent elbow.
Sarin: Hey, you.
Yuki: Hey yourself. Still smoking, hm?
If Sarin had heard Yuki, she made no indication that she had. Turning to Snake, she quickly bends at the waist to kiss both of his cheeks.
Sarin: I got your message; well, obviously I got your message. I'm here, so that should be plain enough.
Rattlesnake did not reciprocate Sarin's kisses, preferring to give her the same withering look he had used on Yuki.
Sarin: What's the matter? Your eyes look funny. You didn't have another concussion, did you?
She makes to touch his temples, but he brushes her aside. Sarin takes a step back, as does Yuki. The former withdraws her silver lighter and flicks it on, taking a quick drag.
Sarin: I swear I didn't contract syphilis in the Big House, if that's what you're scared of.
Rattlesnake: Would you stop joking about that? It might've been a party for you, but I hated thinking of you in that place every day.
A rather pregnant pause follows that pronouncement, broken by Sarin twisting her lighted bud onto a spare promotional picture of Hunter on the table nearby.
Sarin: Sorry.
Rattlesnake: Well, there's something else. Yuki, would you mind giving us some privacy?
Yuki clenches her eyes and covers her ears with her palms. Sarin's upper lip twitches. Rattlesnake concedes.
Rattlesnake: It's about Yoko. I...I'm not comfortable with the fact that you went and saw her after you left prison. Sarin, I'm--
Sarin: --Jealous, perhaps?
He glares. Yuki's palms press harder on her ears.
Rattlesnake: Concerned, actually.
Sarin: Well, don't be. Yoko and I are fine. We're rekindling our...what shall we say...business relationship.
Rattlesnake's knuckles turn white as the word "relationship" leaves Sarin's lips.
Rattlesnake: What do you mean?
Sarin: We just had a meeting with Ginger. Flower Power, apparently, has been resuscitated.
Rattlesnake: Just like that, huh?
Sarin blinks.
Sarin: Yeah. Just like that. Allegedly, it makes sense for the World's Greatest Tag Team to reunite. Funny how you didn't receive a plate load of steaming hot sass from me when you decided to team up with Dan.
Glancing at Yuki to make sure her ears are securely covered, Rattlesnake leans forward and whispers.
Rattlesnake: I never "bumped uglies" with Dan. It's different.
Sarin: Right. Of course. Guess what's also different?
Rattlesnake: What's different?
Sarin: This display of idiotic possessiveness is turning me on, so please stop talking.
They're on each other in moments, engaging each other in a fierce tongue-wrestling bout. It isn't long before Rattlesnake gets the upperhand, lifting Sarin off the ground and carrying her out of the locker room, his lips glued to hers. After a few more minutes, Yuki sighs.
Yuki: Um, guys? Can I open them now?
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 13, 2009 16:41:42 GMT -5
Recap [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] The scene opens up to reveal a rooftop where a man stands looking out at the city. The man is about six feet tall and has short dark hair, glasses, and a goatee. Instead of normal casual wear, the man wears a white lab coat, black gloves, and black boots. No matter the weather, the man always wears the same outfit, it is the very embodiment of who he is.
His name? Vincent Winters.
Winters has an IQ of 175, effectively making him one of the smartest people on the planet. His life is his work, and currently his work is throwing him trouble. Many years ago, he was contracted to help design super soldiers that would be independently contracted out to the highest bidder in order to do whatever that person or organization needed them to. As history would tell, the project went terribly wrong and only one such super soldier had been created…Feldspar. The world may know him by his stage name—Vortex—however Winters would always know him as Feldspar.
Being a prototype, Feldspar was nowhere near battle ready when the incident at the Foundation occurred. Feeling that the super soldier program was progressing too slowly, The Foundation had moved on to other things, namely researching and producing Exodus, a drug that causes insanity in place of pain. Despite this fact, they pushed for Feldspar to be activated, and this was to lead to disastrous results.
Before activating Feldspar The Foundation had tested on him and done all sorts of marvelous things with his subconscious, resulting in the creation of his genetic twin Abel (from his super ego) and also causing his id to split off into another personality all its own. Since his ultimate goal was to stop the evil perpetuated by The Foundation, Winters infused Abel with the knowledge needed to care for Feldspar and set him off to watch over him.
Due to the Foundations greed and desire to try to make an even more powerful soldier from the prototype (by infusing its id with other highly experimental data within the prototype itself), Winters was forced to create a prototype assassin. After The Foundations greed cost them many lives, the assassin was called upon to kill the prototype.
Instead of wasting all of his precious work, Winters decided to reprogram Feldspar and attempt to give him some semblance of a normal life. As it turns out, the prototype had gotten itself into the world of Pro Wrestling. Seeing as how Feldspar’s id has a life of its own and is more than capable of influencing Feldspar if provoked (by violence), Winters initially set Abel out to watch over Feldspar and make sure that too much damage was not inflicted upon him.
Ultimately this failed, and before Feldspar went fully out of control, Winters was forced to call upon the assassin once more. Instead of killing the prototype as done previously, Feldspar was injected with stability serum. Initially this was intended to stabilize the prototype for a while until contact could be made and further reprogramming preformed. The uncounted variable in all of this was the assassin herself, she had ignored warnings not to harm the prototype and had damaged it in the process of delivering the serum.
The man continues to gaze at the horizon, pondering what action to take next. Contact had to be made soon in order to prevent chaos from happening. The stability serum was bound to wear off at an even more rapid pace than initially anticipated due to the nature of work in which Feldspar is involved. Therefore, contact had to be established and a long-term solution devised.
Fade.
============ Segment: Oh Goddammit (Credit: Train) The segment opens backstage inside of the newly redone Road Steeler locker room. Train paces around with his championship on his shoulder as he did with the briefcase last week. It seems to be a total deja vu moment, however, Thunder Thighs isn't there. Thunder Lawyer sits there with a beer and sips it down. Thunder Train: Grr.....GRRR....WHERE IS SHE?Thunder Lawyer: Maybe she couldn't get a ride here. Did you think of that? Thunder Train: I don't think so Tim.Thunder Lawyer: Why's that? Thunder Train: BECAUSE WE CAME HERE TOGETHER, IDIOT!Thunder Lawyer: Hey, I'm just trying to make you feel better. Suddenly, the door bursts open. Both men turn around and spot Thunder Thighs standing in the doorway with tears going down her face. Train turns a cold shoulder while Lawyer goes to see what's wrong.Thunder Lawyer: What happened to you? Thunder Thighs: H-H-H-H-H-H-HE....just left! He didn't even cuddle. Thunder Lawyer: What? Thunder Thighs: Jake.... Thunder Train: WHAT? YOU WERE WITH THAT IDIOT? WHAT DID YOU DO?Thunder Thighs: I'd rather...not say *Cry* But it rhymes with tex. Thunder Train: OH MY GOD! YOU TWO WERE RIDING T. REXS AROUND WEREN'T YOU?Thunder Lawyer: YOU IDIOT! THEY HAD SEX Thunder Train: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE!The whole arena begins to rumble at Train's remark. Pictures fall off the walls and it seems like the floor beneath them sinks a bit.Thunder Train: I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM HIM! WHY DIDN'T YOU LISTEN? NOT ONLY DO YOU GO BEHIND MY BACK AND SEE HIM, YOU DO HIM! WHAT THE FUCK!Thunder Thighs: I'm sorry.... Thunder Train: THIS...GAH....THIS...THIS IS HIS REVENGE? I BROUGHT BACK A SIMPLE CHAMPIONSHIP AND HE HAS SEX WITH MY SISTER? GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!Thunder Lawyer: Train, calm down. People have sex all the time. Thunder Train: You can shut the hell up. Now come on, we need to plan. I'm getting Cheng back for this if it's the last thing I do. Oh, and Thighs...Thunder Thighs: Yes big bro? Thunder Train: Get your shit and leave you useless whore.Thunder Thighs: *Cry* Train turns around and goes into the secret bunker of planning. Thunder Lawyer follows behind with a bunch of blueprints. What could they be? Well....once I think of something, you'll know. Or do I already have it planned? Nobody knows....but anyway, Thunder Thighs keeps crying and does that girly stuff and is all emotional and the such. I can't really describe it because I'm a dude. inb4jokeslololxdxdxdxd
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 13, 2009 16:42:06 GMT -5
Trust Issues Jack Jefferson / Mr. Red
He throws a forearm, follows it up with a chop and then an Enzuigiri. The punch bag rocks with every blow, swinging rapidly after the kick. Jack Jefferson smirks at the motion, the chains creaking back and forth, then rises to his feet to throw a quick double left jab right hook combo. Satisfied, he begins stretching and audibly clicks his neck which sends a wave of satisfaction across his face. He is interrupted by a sharp knock at the door and the annoyance is clear on his face.
Jefferson: What?!
The door swings open and none other than Mr. Red walks into the room. Jefferson clearly isn’t too impressed with this development and he rolls his eyes upon seeing his former tag team partner.
Red: Hey, c’mon, there is no need to be like that!
Jefferson: What...do...you...want?
Red: Simple. I don’t think you can trust Dan White. You seem to forget that he deserted The Empire and never even offered you a place with The Untouchables.
Jefferson: I’m not forgetting anything but I don’t have any reason not to trust Dan. It’s quite simple; he wants Senator, I want Shadow. We both win. One thing though, what makes you think you have the right to come here and tell me who to trust and who not to trust?
Red: I was just trying to help.
Jefferson: Were you not listening on Monday? We are not friends. In fact we are the exact opposite of friends. At Seven Deadly Sins I was teaching BJ a lesson and you just had to interject yourself into my business didn’t you? Soon enough you’ll be taught that. You’re lucky I’ve got a match soon or I’d do it right now. Get out.
Red: But...
Jefferson: No! Not buts! You don’t seem to get it do you? Let me break it down for you. Just because we used to be tag team partners does not give you the right to get involved in my business! You are a talentless waste of space, a font of unfulfilled potential that will never amount to anything because you no longer have my coattails to cling onto. Now, I have a main event match to prepare for so get the fuck out. Unless you fancy tangling with my good friend Chloe?
It seems that Red has finally gotten the message and leaves Jefferson to his preparations. Jefferson glares after him, only relinquishing his gaze once the door clicks closed behind Red. He spins around and lands a powerful elbow to the punching back, smirking inwardly as he does so.
Fade to Black
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 13, 2009 16:43:09 GMT -5
Match 4: Hardcore Match - Non Title VorteX vs. Rena Matheson w/ Thunder Train
The match begins with both competitors eager to make a strong impression on the fans. After a quick grapple, VorteX shoved Rena off, tossing her at the ropes. But Rena was able to hold onto the ropes tightly, and as VorteX approached again, she pulled the ropes down, sending him towards the outside. The gimmick of the match really began to shine here, as Rena grabs a steel tray, whacking it hard enough off VorteX's head to cause a mighty dent. She then tried to drop toe hold him into the steel steps, but VorteX was able to escape out of it. He grabbed a fire extinguisher sitting the other side of the steps, spraying it in Rena's face. She screams out, but it's more at the fact that her make up is totally ruined, rather than the temporary blindness that the foam has caused her. And as a result, she is grounded by a firm clothesline to the back by the Entertainment champion.
VorteX lifted her up and tried to smack her head against the commentator's table, but she resists, instead launching a calf kick backwards, rendering VorteX vulnerable for a couple of moments. Rena takes advantage of this situation, taking the steel chair from the time keeper, and attempting to whack VorteX with it. But he manages to duck the swing, instead tossing Rena into the steel pole close to her. She bounces off it awkwardly, stumbling back and into a Release German Suplex. VorteX plants it perfectly, and Rena lands through the commentator's table, much to the delight of the crowd. VorteX smirks as he makes his way over to ACW's most famous diva, picking her up and rolling her into the ring. He makes the cover, but is unable to make the successful 3 count, annoying him greatly.
He lifted Rena up, wanting to finish off the match for good. He lifted Rena into a Suplex, but she was able to escape, avoiding the Pyschosurgery and slipping out of the ring. VorteX was confused, and turned to see where Rena went, only to receive a steel chair to the face. He fell onto his back, clutching his face and understandably so. Rena then pulled open the apron and grabbed a table, to a cheer from the crowd. She slipped it into the ring, and began setting it up. Once set up, she lifted VorteX up, rolling him onto it. Despite not being much of a high flier, she climbed the turnbuckle. Once up, she prepared for a splash, launching off, but only for VorteX to roll off the table! He then was able to get himself up to his feet, and grab Rena one more time, this time successfully planting the Pyschosurgery and getting the 1-2-3 for the victory.
Winner: VorteX
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 13, 2009 16:43:27 GMT -5
A Quick Hype Pre-match one-on-one Interview Segment By Dave Shadow As we cut backstage, we find ourselves backstage in the media pit of the ACW arena, as Charlotte King stands ready with a microphone in hand. Beside her, complete with International Championship belt over his shoulder and the ever slimy smile on his face is Dave Shadow; the man who will team with the World champion tonight in the main event. Indeed, it is for this reason that we find these two now present on our television screens. King: Dave Shadow, tonight you team up with the Senator to go face to face against two old enemies of yours; Dan White and Jack Jefferson. What are your thoughts going into this match? Dave: My thoughts? King, my thoughts, at this moment in time, revolve around figuring out who attacked me on that fateful night. My thoughts revolve around finding that son of a bitch and beating his ass. My thoughts are ones of violence and of pain. And thus, my thoughts are ones which should be worrying White and Jefferson greatly. Because I need to blow off a whole loada steam and this match is going to be the perfect opportunity to do just that.King: Of course, you go way back with these two. Dave: Of course. Provided by “go way back with”, you mean “have beaten time and time again”. See for those with poor memories, me and Jefferson had a war over the Entertainment Championship. Dan and me had a massive battle in which I nearly retired him. And together, they formed the Empire. And, let’s be honest, I kicked both of their asses as well. So prey tell, what would lead them to think that they’d stand a chance again tonight? Now, I know, Jack is a “changed man” and has evolved as a wrestler over the last few months. But then, I’m not the same person I used to be either! So, we’ll go out there, and we’ll see who really is the better man. And don’t be shocked when it does turn out to be me.King: Well, there is one other man in this match tonight, so I’ve got to ask....any message for The Senator? Dave: Well of course. See, the Senator is a man who I admire, and I know that tonight is going to be something special. Because tonight, you’re taking the World Champ and the International Champ, and you’re putting them on the same team. Don’t you see the beauty of that? We are the top two guys in ACW at the moment. And if that is how amazing we are when we are apart, then imagine what the two of us will do when we are together. I pity Dan White and Jack Jefferson. Cause they don’t have their job cut out for them tonight....they are now going to walk down that aisle and face their judge, jury and executioner. Tonight might be the last time you see White and Jefferson, cause quite frankly...we are going to rip. Them. Apart.Dave grins as the camera fades to black.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 13, 2009 16:43:45 GMT -5
(Title: Claiming the Town 3/7) (Credit: Chris Phenomenal) Chris Phenomenal: Here, let me help you.
With that Chris grabs hold of AJ by the scruff of his shirt and fires him down to the stairs, crashing down the flight before rolling and clutching his knee. Turning to see one of the other men loitering around Chris turns and looks at him.
Chris Phenomenal: Get ‘em the fuck outta here. |
The events of three days ago pass through the mind of Chris Phenomenal, the revelation of who exactly he is going up against, a man who in all honesty was almost as directly as anyone else for the the brief hiatus Chris took from the wrestling ring. For the past three days he has seen more of the evolution of the abandoned apartment building into his very own headquarters. Looking over the final touches being added, amazed at how in just a week the building has taken shape. Coming up behind him is a man who over the past week has proven to be one of the more trustworthy and hard working men, something Chris new that he would be when he hired him on to manage everything, former owner of the XWR, Milton Smith.
Milton Smith: Chris, it appears as if we have reached completion of everything, electrical is fully operational, most of the rooms on the first two floors have been refurbished enough so that they could plausibly be sold for cash, while the rest of the rooms have been deemed “unfit” for human living by the safety commission of ACW.
Chris turns and looks at Milton, pleased with the reports however something still seems to be bothering him, a fact that his former boss picks up on quite easily.
Milton Smith: Chris, I do not mean to pry, especially with all that you’re going through, but is something the matter.
Chris thought he had hidden it quite well, chalking up the detection of the problems by Alicia Kitsune more on her seemingly other worldly powers but alas it appears as if maybe he has not been hiding it quite as well as he thought. Knowing that he would not be able to drop the issue with Milton until he had been given an answer, Chris waits for a second formulating an answer that would sound plausible, but would be far from the truth.
Chris Phenomenal: I don’t know Milt, it’s just, look at where am I right now, back in the life I swore I would leave. Remember the first question you asked me when I signed for XWR?
Milton Smith: Are you still heavily involved in the gang lifestyle? Yes I do recall, I had to protect my assets, I couldn’t have you getting randomly gunned down over some “petty beef” or even worse you get busted for some sort of gang activity that would bring negative media attention to our burgeoning fed.
Chris Phenomenal: And I told you that I wasn’t I knew that I never wanted to go back to it, hell that’s why I got into wrestling, but now I’m back in the game. I don’t even know why either, it’s not the money, I’ve got enough of that. It’s not the prestige, I’ve already got the street cred from my youth, it’s just, I don’t know anymore Milt.
Milton Smith: It’s in your blood Chris, I’ve seen the way you’ve carried yourself around ACW and I knew it was only a matter of time, you need to make everything your own, that’s why you did what you did to AJ in HPW. You along with the other ECF superstars decided to make them your bitch under the guidance of Vegas and you beat AJ for both the HPW Television Title and the HPW Hardcore Championship. You then went on to beat Kamikaze’s little friends, Pompei and eXtreme for the Tag Titles with Stampede Kid. That was just there in HPW, we could look at XWR where you destroyed Linas Sheppard for the World Title at the first pay per view, how you by yourself one the XWR tag team titles when you decided to not pick a partner. I saw what you did to AJ last week, and I know that’s what really is bothering you.
Good, Chris thinks to himself, once again the true nature of this expedition back into the seedy under world of gang life is still hidden, but inside his head he can still hear the screams of Paige being hauled away in the vehicle, and then seeing her face for one second and telling her to save herself at the abandoned meat packing factory.
Chris Phenomenal: It’s just, I don’t feel like myself anymore, even looking at my wrestling, I know Snake wrecked me at Seven Deadly Sins, I’ve lost to Dan White, Andrew Black, Jay Zero, I just can’t focus on the ring and it’s because of all this shit. I don’t even look like myself anymore.
This is very much true where as before the cleanly shaven, still looking very much like an eighteen year old now has a considerable amount of stubble on his face, barely noticeable due to the color but still there. His eyes seem a little more droopy with dark bags underneath them betraying the fact that Chris has not slept in nearly a week.
Milton Smith: Look Chris, I know you, I know you’re a good guy deep down. Go get some sleep, I’ll make sure everything works out fine here.
Chris Phenomenal: You know me Milt, I can’t do that, there’s work to be done.
Milton Smith: And up and to this point you haven’t done any and we’re ahead of schedule. Get a shave, take a good long sleep, and wake up tomorrow feeling chipper. You know as well as I do that once Kamikaze hears of what happened he’s not going to hold back and I know how much you want to end him.
A brief minute of arguing ensues before Chris finally agrees that he is not going to win this argument, and with the prospect of facing down Kamikaze, the man who ran from HPW, title in hand under the ruse of an injury rather than face Chris Phenomenal, Chris finally decides it is time for bed.
Milton Smith: Here, why don’t you take these.
With that Milton unscrews the lid off a pill bottle and passes Chris a few pills. Chris takes them with a brief nod to Milton, Chris walks away as Milton shakes his head and listens to the slamming of the door as Chris retires for the night. Certain he is alone, Milton pulls out his cell phone and punches in a few numbers before putting it to his ear. The other end answers and before even saying hello, Milton gets right to the punch.
Milton Smith: Boss, we’re good to go. He doesn’t expect a thing,
With that Milton hangs up the phone, and not a second later, the sound of a gun shot fills the air and Milton drops to the floor, a gun shot wound right in the side of the skull having killed him obviously on impact. Chris steps out of the bedroom door that had shut earlier and throws the pills at Milton Smith.
Chris Phenomenal: You son of a bitch.
With that Chris tucks the gun into his waist band and immediately yells at the top of his lungs.
Chris Phenomenal: EVERYONE ON ME! IT’S SHOWTIME!
Immediately the hustle and bustle of the workers stops and almost immediately are standing right near Chris as the fire alarms, disconnected from the actual alert system with the ACW Fire Department, now serve as warning signals and everyone promptly heads up towards Chris, nearly sixty men strong as Chris starts to deliver the plans and the scene fades away.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 13, 2009 16:44:03 GMT -5
Segment: Sarin's Swan Song (Credit: Sarin, Yoko, BK London & Jay Zero)
Upon returning from commercial, we're approaching the end of the night - and with the buzz surrounding the major tag team main event for the evening, one person doesn't appear to want to stick around to watch.
The fight earlier in the evening with Yoko hasn't put her in the best of moods, and rather than sit around in her locker room all day - she chooses to make an early exit. Grabbing each and every item of clothes she brought along, she stacks it in her duffel bag and quickly zips it. The buzz of her Blackberry interrupts her packing, and she quickly brings the device to her ear, flicking the receive button.
Sarin: Yes?
Yuki: It's me. I wanted to check in on you--what happened between you and Snake?
Sarin: Nothing, darling. I'll meet you back home; I just need to pick up some things.
Yuki: Hurry back! I'm a little worried. Things aren't quite so safe for us anymore, something feels strange.
Frustration, anger, sadness - all these emotions are currently building up in Sarin, and rather than sit around and watch people who don't even know each other that much attempt to get along in a tag team match - she decides it would be a better idea to head back to her place on ACW Island.
Sarin: I know what you mean. Hush now, I'm on my way.
Hanging up, she throws the strap of the duffel bag over her shoulder and begins to storm out the locker room, before she can - she hears a voice from across the room.
??: Going somewhere Ms. Rossi?
Puzzled to who could've made it in her locker room without her knowing, Sarin turns around and sees none other than Jay Zero lounging on the wall in her locker room. A smirk grows across his face, but Sarin doesn't seem amused at all.
Sarin: What are you doing in my locker room? Get out!
Jay Zero: Naaah. I think I'll stay. I like it here, it's pretty cozy. What do you think BK?
Sarin's head darts to the left, where she finds BK London simply sitting on a chair before he gets up and starts walking towards her.
BK London: I'd have to agree with you Zero. Pretty sweet place for someone who just came back from doing time.
Jay Zero: Let me ask you a question, have you ladies ever been penetrated?
Sarin: Ginger is on speed dial. I hold down number four, and he's here in a second with a squad of rent-a-cop beef boys wanting to know why you're in my locker room propositioning me for intercourse...or overusing lame cartoon references.
Jay Zero: Oh is that so?
Sarin: Yup.
Her eyes dart back and forth. Her voice is even, but her heart is racing. She's cornered, and she knows it.
Jay Zero: You didn't say that when Rattlesnake was around, did you?
Sarin: What?
Jay Zero: Rattlesnake. You know, you two make quite the cute couple. You're still getting rammed by him, aren't you?
Sarin: Excuse me?!
Jay Zero: Which side are you playing Sarin? Because you can't have both. You can't be getting banged out by Rattlesnake while at the same time harboring feeling for Yoko Satoshi enough to even propose teaming up with her again. Someone's gonna get heartbroken. And judging by the picture I planted, it's Yoko.
Sudden realization of what's going on. Could have been more useful two hours ago.
Sarin: You fucking piece of...
Jay Zero: You think we're gonna allow you two to run roughshod over the ACW Tag Team Division again? You think we're just going to allow it? Think again. Are you ready BK London?
There isn't a sudden response from BK London. It appears that once again, he's re-thinking this situation. Something is lodged within his mind, that's preventing him from being the dark cold soul that he once was when stomping around with OCW.
Jay Zero: LONDON?!
That louder yell brings London back to reality, and he feels he has no choice but to agree and go on with this situation.
BK London: Ready.
Sarin throws off her duffel bag, and gets ready for a fight - and that's exactly what she's going to get. London and Zero tread softly towards Sarin, closing her in a corner - but the former Tag Team Champion won't allow her self to go down without a fight. She first heads towards Jay Zero to shut his mouth up once and for all, and pops him with a massive forearm to the mouth. Zero stumbles back a bit after that blow, and London takes this opportunity to go after Sarin from behind.
He grabs her around the waist to restrain Ms. Rossi, but the feisty wrestler plants several elbows in the side of BK's head. With London knocked for a loop a bit, Sarin capitalizes with a kick to the stomach and a upward palm thrust to the nose - which connects dead on. London grabs his nose before bellowing out in pain, and he checks to see if he's bleeding..and he is.
With the brief distraction, Jay Zero grabs Sarin around the neck from behind and he locks her in a rear choke. Throwing a rag under her nose, she's forced to take a whiff of the substance it has been doused in - and slowly, but surely her eyes begin to roll back and she loses consciousness. Her body goes limp, and she falls to the ground and Zero smiles.
Jay Zero: Worked like a charm.
BK London: Except you didn't just get the bone in your nose almost jammed up into your brain.
Jay Zero: Man up, the job isn't over with. I said Flower Power would be pushing up daisies, and I meant it. Now grab her, and come on.
Jay Zero is the first to exit the room, and London follows with the inert Sarin Rossi draped over his shoulder. They make their way down to the end of the once thought never ending hallways, to the balcony over the lobby area where many fans are socializing.
Jay Zero: Finish her off.
BK London: And how do I do that?
Jay Zero: Throw her off the balcony, idiot.
BK London: ...What?
Even London looks down from the 20-30 feet above to the tiled floor below and he definitely has second thoughts. He looks over to Jay Zero and Zero is staring right back at him, expecting him to comply.
BK London: Listen, a beat down is one thing...but throwing her over? I mean that's a little too mu-
Jay Zero: Are you going to pussy out again London? Huh? Is that going to be the underlying theme of the night? The motif even? Do you even remember or care what Yoko Satoshi put you through your whole career? She's beaten you countless times. She's ended your World title reigns not just once, but twice. For god sakes man, she embarassed you by shoving her bloody tampon down your mouth! Here's your chance for revenge, here's your chance to hit her where it really hurts. Here's a chance to break Yoko from within...kill this bitch. Alright?
BK London: ....
Jay Zero: ALRIGHT?!
London indeed thinks about it. He thinks about everything he said in that talk with Jay Zero on Monday. He thinks about his history with Yoko Satoshi that has spanned over five years, and even his brief encounters with Sarin. What Zero says and what his conscience say are battling within his head, and one side eventually wins out.
BK London turns towards he lobby area below him and he picks up the lifeless body of Sarin and holds her high over his head. He edges towards the railing of the balcony and looks down before looking up. But before anything can happen, the sound of the Chairman's voice is heard in the background.
Chairman Gingerdude: London! Put her down! Put her down or so help me god I will terminate your contracts and help her sue you for everything you've got. Now PUT. HER. DOWN.
London breathes heavily and turns over to Chairman Gingerdude and now to Jay Zero. Zero looks absolutely disappointed with BK London, and then eventually gives him the go to put her down. London drops Sarin right at his feet, and he steps over her and walks right past Chairman Gingerdude without saying anything. Zero follows behind BK London, and Gingerdude along with several officials tend to the unconscious former tag team champion.
Gingerdude looks back, hopefully to catch the Tag Team Champions - but they have disappeared from sight. The Chairman is not happy, not happy at all - but one has to wonder exactly what will Yoko think about this?
Fade Out
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 13, 2009 16:49:57 GMT -5
Match 5: The Senator and Dave Shadow vs. Dan White and Jack Jefferson (Credit: Chris Phenomenal) *Ding Ding* Jones: Ladies and gentleman the following is tag team match scheduled for one fall, introducing first from Manchester, England. Weighing in at two hundred and nineteen pounds, he is the former Fallout TV Title holder… Jones: Jack Jefferson!!! “Paint It Black” by The Rolling Stones hits the speakers and Jack Jefferson emerges through the curtain to a wall of boos from the fans. This doesn’t seem to faze Jefferson as a big smirk grows on his face whilst he looks out across the sea of fans in attendance. He then takes his time as he cockily struts to the ring, apparently oblivious to the booing he receives. As Jack reaches the ring he quickens his pace so that he is able to slide straight in.
He climbs onto the turnbuckle to his right, placing his right foot on the top rope whilst leaving his left on the middle rope and smirks at the audience below. He slaps his hands on his pectoral muscles and holds his arms out wide, forming a ‘gun’ with his index fingers and thumbs. He then hops down, dropping his jacket over the ropes and stretches, awaiting his opponent’s entrance.Phillip Jones:And his partner, weighing in tonight at two hundred and fourty four pounds, standing six feet, two inches tall. He is a former, ACW light heavyweight champion, entertainment champion, international champion, tag team champion, hailing from Cardiff Wales… Phillip Jones: DAN WHITE!!! ANARCHY!!!!!! ”Anarchy in the UK” by The Sex Pistols hits, and even as the first “Anarchy” hits, the fans go batshit mental as Dan White walks out through the curtain. He claps his hands, ready for action, and walks down to the ring, with a pretty simplistic light show, and no pyros. He walks down the ramp, and close to the fans, not shaking their hands, but close enough so they have the chance to touch greatness. He enters the ring, where he warms up at the ropes, and climbs a turnbuckle, throwing his arms in the air and beating this chest. With his new lease of life Dan poses on each turnbuckle, before jumping down in his corner and preparing for a fight.Phillip Jones: And their opponents. First, hailing from Drogheda, Ireland, weighing in at two hundred and thirteen pounds, he is the former ACW Entertainment Champion, and the reigning ACW International Champion… Phillip Jones: DAVE SHADOW!!! "Voodoo Child" hits the speakers, as the lights in the arena go out. As the music builds, several blinding lights illuminate at the top of the entrance ramp. A shadow emerges, the silouette dancing along with the music. As the shadow walks out of the light, we see it's Dave Shadow, with a perverted smile plastered accross his face. He makes his way down the ramp and hops up onto the apron, climbing to the second rope at one of the corners and posing for all his fans. The camera spins round him, as he hops down and awaits his opponent.... Phillip Jones: And his partner, tonight he weighs in at one hundred and ninety five pounds, standing five feet eleven inches tall. He is the winner of the two thousand and eight fallen heroes battle royal, a former international champion and tag team champion. From Washington, DC… Phillip Jones: SENATOR!!! With the grand strains of Hail to the Chief playing, Senator steps into the entranceway, and does a Nixon style Victory pose. He then crosses his arms rapidly as red, white, and blue tickertape shoots into the air from the entrance ramp. The Senator then walks to the ring, staring down his foe before clambering in with the ACW title around his waist. He shadowboxes in the corner, punching the turnbuckle a few times, and then strikes another Victory pose in the middle of the ring before holding his title into the air for all to see. He then passes the belt off to Raymond Allen Fleming, assuming his regular post as the referee for the main event. He shows the belt to Rattlesnake, before raising it into the air before passing it off to Phillip Jones who ducks out of the ring. *Ding Ding* The match up starts with Dave Shadow and Jack Jefferson in the ring, the challenger for the international title squaring off with the man he’ll face at Heatwave. The two circle before coming together in a colllar and elbow tie up, both men trying to force the other back and not succeeding until Jefferson stamps the toe of Dave Shadow and takes him down with a snapmere and locks him quickly into a hammerlock, focusing on the shoulder at the earliest juncture of the match. A wrench of the shoulder sends Dave face into contortions of pain as the looks of pain only empowers Jack Jefferson. Slowly Dave fights against the hold, steadily working to his feet before Jefferson is able to railroad Jefferson into the corner he shares with his former partner in The Empire. A swift chop to the chest from Jefferson and then a begrudging tag from Jefferson brings Dan White into the match, the two showing at the start of the match at least some effort to work as a cohesive unit. McNally: You have to give the advantage to the challengers in this match Eddie solely because of there time spent together in The Empire. Edison: I don’t know if that’s necessarily true Maxxy, Dave has had his share of problems with both of these men in his brief tenure here in ACW, and Senator I don’t think it quite matters at this point, as long as he makes it to Heatwave in one piece he’s happy. Dan White delivers a swift chop before another snapmere take down to Dave and then a swift football kick to his back arches Dave once again, and Dan goes back to work on the shoulder, the obvious target of their offense, this time with an overhead wrist lock with the knee being dug into the shoulder as opposed to the spine. Dave reaches for the ropes with his far hand but Dan and Jefferson have done a good job of isolating the shoulder closest to the ropes in the corner, the left one which forces Dave to reach across his body and come up short. He tries to reach out with his foot but Dan stomps on the quadriceps of the leg to keep Dave in line as he abandons his pursuit of the ropes and instead works once again to his feet, pushing himself up to his feet and using the grip of Dan to his advantage as he is quick to throw his hips to the outside and swing his arm which sends Dan toppling over him as Dave is quick to his feet out of the hold and delivers a kick of his own in retaliation to Dan White, before delivering a reverse elbow to the head of Jefferson and then going after Dan as Jefferson promptly hops into the ring but is caught off by the referee, who orders him back to his side of the ring. The distraction however allows Senator to come into the ring and taking his wrestling boot, shoves it into the face of Dan White before throwing him back to the ground, ducking out of the ring just before the referee returns his attention to the match and now Dave has got White in the corner and unleashes a few stomps of his own, knocking Dan into a seated position against the turnbuckle as Dave follows the same rope back towards Jefferson but in the opposite corner before charging forward and connecting with a double foot face wash to Dan White, sliding out of the ring with the momentum but tagging in Senator who wipes his boots on the outside before ducking into the ring and lifting up Dan White as everyone in attendance knows what exactly is coming up next. Edison: I pity each and every person who ends up on the receiving end of these. McNally: Years of practice have sharpened the flats of Senator’s hand to sheer points. With that in mind, Senator unleashes a plethora of his famous knife edge chops, and with Dan White on the receiving end once again there is a little extra malice in them, evident by the fresh skin on Dan’s chest from the last assault of them being torn asunder again as faint drops of blood start to pour from the small flesh wound as Senator looks down at his hand and realizing there is blood on it delivers one cop a little higher up, connecting with the side of the throat of Dan White which causes Dan to gag and allows Senator to once again tag in Dave Shadow, usually the man who sits on the sidelines. McNally: This unusual team of Shadow and Senator seem to be working quite well. Edison: It shouldn’t surprise you Maxxy, these two know that by working together they both will have an easier time at defending there titles and have decided it’s in the best interest of the other to work together. Dave goes to work once again, this time placing the throat of Dan White over the second rope with his throat pressed against it like the bottom of a gallows. Dave applies the pressure as referee Keiji Makabe, the personal official for Senator’s matches counts out Dave who at four backs away. Senator however realizing the prone position of Dan White can not pass up the opportunity and promptly charges along the apron and delivers a weaker version of his AIG Knee with the reversed orientation of Dan White as opposed to usual. This however draws Jefferson in once again, the recent winning streak playing in his mind as he goes after the Senator throwing him over the top rope into the ring as the referee turns his attention away from Dave and tries to get Jefferson but Dave follows him and throws Jefferson off of Senator and the two brawl in the corner, eventually Jefferson revering Dave and delivering a hard clothesline that sends both of them stumbling over the top rope as Senator has now gained control of Dan White, delivering a few stiff blows before irish whipping him. Dan, knowing that if he rebounds is going to be in trouble tries to go over the top rope to the outside to avoid the attack but something goes awry as Dan tries to lift himself over the rop he gets caught between the second and third ropes which end up spinning together, trapping Dan in between them like a vice. Senator smiles at the predicament and immediately goes to work delivering blows to Dan White as Keiji tries to free Dan but with Dan thrashing to avoid the attacks of Senator it only serves to tighten the grip of the ropes. With the predicament looking ugly the roar of the fans can only signal one thing as running down the ramp and sliding into the ring are the Royles. Senator turns and attacks Duke Cogburn as now the capitalists are coming down the ramp, faced with utter chaos about to unleash upon the ring with Jefferson on the outside face down after Shadow connected with the blink, Keiji Makabe calls for the bell.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Aug 13, 2009 16:50:12 GMT -5
Segment: War (Credit: Dan White & Senator)
McNally: What the hell is going on here?!
And with similar scenes to last Warfare, hell breaks loose as the ring is mobbed by all these men. The Royles attempt to get their hands on The Senator, but they're blocked off as Chris Phenomenal also makes his way down to the ring, and he manages to dive in the way of Senator in a bodyguard-like manouvre. It doesn't really pay off though, as he falls at the feet of Dan White, who begins to launch the boots into the former Entertainment champion. Meanwhile, Jack Jefferson and Dave Shadow are letting their feelings be known, as they knock seven bells out of each other in one corner. Senator is back to his feet, and he is in no mood to allow his stable to be attacked in such a manner, grabbing Ivor Biggin and tossing him into a turnbuckle. He then grabs McGroin, chucking him across the ring, akin to a bouncer throwing a drunkard to the curb. As all this happens, Andrew Starr rushes down, bearing a steel chair, much to the cheers of the crowd, and he enters the ring, only to be blocked off by Dave Shadow. The duo wrestle for the steel chair, but ultimately neither men earn the chair, as it slips from both their grasp, landing on the outside.
Edison: This is pure mayhem, Max!
Dan and Chris continue to brawl in one of the corners, and the Royles are now at their feet, trying to stave off their old rivals, the Capitalists. Senator and Andrew Starr are exchanging blows, and Dave and Jefferson have resumed their battle in another corner, and the crowd are going mad as all ten men fight with sheer grit, determination, and hatred. But all this is swiftly muted as a familiar voice is heard, followed by about 30 security guards rushing down to the ring, quickly ending the night's shenanigans.
Gingerdude: All right, everybody stop. I SAID EVERYBODY STOP!!!
Boos from the crowd.
McNally: What's he doing here...
Edison: Well, he IS the chairman, Max
Gingerdude: You know, I have had QUITE enough! I have seen matches without a finish all too often lately, and I have witnessed interferences on such a regular basis that I don't even know who hates who anymore!
He then looks towards Senator and Dan White.
Gingerdude: I have come to a decision, regarding you two. It is a decision that I am reluctant to announce, but I feel that it has come to this. Dan White, you WILL earn your title shot against Senator Steve Phillips at Heatwave.
McNally: YES!!
A monumental pop from the crowd, as Dan nods his head with approval. The same cannot be said, however for the World champion, who is seen mouthing off towards the Chairman.
Gingerdude: However, due to recent events, I could not be certain that this match would be held under a fair event. So in order to make sure that both men have an equal opportunity to win this match without interference, there will be a stipulation....
This piques the curiosity of everyone in the ring, and indeed the arena.
Gingerdude: ....HELL IN A CELL!!
Edison: WHOA!!!
There's a huge pop, as Dan and Senator immediately turn to each other, with the hatred for each other emitting strongly. The whole ring, more notably the Senatorial Stable, The Royles and Andrew Starr, are all equally as shocked at Gingerdude's announcement, merely looking at each other with a perplexed expression. But if it wasn't for a hord of security guards, you can almost bet that Dan White and Senator would be ripping each other to shreds right now.
Things have just begun to heat up....
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by Dan White on Aug 13, 2009 16:53:11 GMT -5
WAR.
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Post by The Red Panther on Aug 13, 2009 17:15:44 GMT -5
Very constructive Dan >_> Again, short as heck.
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Post by El Shadowo on Aug 13, 2009 17:16:04 GMT -5
Yeah, that segment save "just in case" will probably be needed when someone logs in later and submits something late <_<
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Post by BK London on Aug 13, 2009 17:24:55 GMT -5
I just submitted in a segment that Spade left out of the show, even after we joked about it in chat. It's right before the main event.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Aug 13, 2009 19:54:54 GMT -5
Blame Jefferson, I told him I needed it in four hours, then he said he would send it and didnt
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Post by Jack Jefferson on Aug 14, 2009 4:14:56 GMT -5
Blame Jefferson, I told him I needed it in four hours, then he said he would send it and didnt Hey! I sent you messages saying I'd sent it in the morning
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