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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 17, 2009 16:05:54 GMT -5
(Title: A Visit) (Credit: Chris Phenomenal, Senator and Rattlesnake)
The scene opens inside of what appears to be a small home, not like the penthouse of Chris’ on ACW Island but quaint and cozy. It also reaks of cigarette smoke, which along with the pictures of Rattlesnake and Sarin together all but tell that Chris is now standing inside the home of Rattlesnake. From back in the house as the door is pulled shut by the wind a voice is heard, that of Rattlesnake?
Rattlesnake: Are you back already Yuki?
Chris doesn’t say a word, instead taking a seat on the couch and waiting as he hears the pitter patter of footsteps, Snake obviously not focused as he steps in and the steely voice of Chris gives him quite a shock.
Chris Phenomenal: I do apologise for showing up without invitation, however there is some business that needs to be taken care of.
Chris doesn’t move a muscle as his voice brings Snake away from whatever he was so entrapped in and back to the present world.
Rattlesnake: Get out.
The less than cordial tone of Rattlesnake speaks to the severity of the situation but Chris doesn’t budge from the couch as the anger starts to grow in Snakes face.
Chris Phenomenal: It’s rather impolite, having someone enter your home and the first thing you tell them is to get out. I’m sure the least you could do is offer me a beer or at the very last a coke.
Rattlesnake: Look Chris, you can’t be here. Not with Yuki coming home soon, not with Sarin out of prison. It’s for your own good, just get out.
The words of Snake bring a smile to Chris’ face as well as a small chuckle.
Chris Phenomenal: I didn’t know you cared so much Snake.
Sarcasm, the greatest friend of Chris Phenomenal.
Chris Phenomenal: I do find it a tad ironic, you telling me the same thing that you obviously care not to heed when I tell you. I’m curious Snake, why should I be afraid of a fellow felon, and a school girl?
Rattlesnake: You have no idea what either are capable of.
Chris Phenomenal: I’m sure I don’t and speaking in all honesty I have no intention of staying any longer than necessary however I’m here to deliver a message to you.
Rattlesnake: And what would that be.
Chris pauses for a moment, letting Rattlesnake stew for a moment.
Chris Phenomenal: It’s quite easy actually, you had your fun returning with Dan White and I’ll chalk that up as a personal favor and not a sign of you returning to an ACW ring. I know you’ve realized what the new members of the roster are capable of, I’m sure by now that you’ve realized that ACW has passed you by. Hell look at what you have to lose, you’ve just got Sarin back in your life but if you come back to ACW you could jeopardize all of that. I’m asking you Snake, to not step back into the ring, to accept one of those fancy legends deals and walk off into the sunset.
Snake looks at Chris for a moment before Chris gets up and starts to walk out the door as Snake looks on not saying a word. That said however the reflexes are a little slower as Chris spins around and quickly hits Snake square in the temple with a massive superman punch that drops him like a sack of hammers as Chris bends over him.
Chris Phenomenal: Say hi to everyone for me, will you?
With that said Chris walks out the door, not bothering to shut it as he walks down the steps, reaching into the kangaroo pouch of his hoody for his now ringing cell phone as he puts it to his ear and the voice of Senator could be heard.
Senator: Have you seen this, I have to defend my title next week against one of four ruffians?
Chris Phenomenal: Don’t worry boss, I’ve got everything under control.
What that means is unknown but Chris hangs up his phone and hops into his rented Ford 4x4, roaring down the lane and turning the corner, laughing to himself at what he presumes will be the face of Yuki when she walks in the door and sees Snake flattened in his own home. Chris floors the gas pedal causing the truck to accelerate at a rapid pace as the scene fades out as the truck falls out of sight.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 17, 2009 16:06:18 GMT -5
Segment: Heck in a Ceck (Credit: Dan White & The Senator)
After what was a very surprising announcement at the end of Meltdown, the talk of the town has very much been the subject of the Hell in a Cell match at Heatwave between the World champion, Senator Steve Phillips, and the Welsh Dragon Dan White. A match with gallons of history, and so much more for both men to fight for than just bragging rights. And in a match that has only occured six times previously in the history of ACW, you have yourself one of the matches of the year.
The camera opens up in the backstage area, and we are greeted to a large pop, and why? Because the hero of the match, Mr. White, is stood next to Charlotte King, it what looks to be one of the first interviews the self-proclaimed "Mr. Omega Effect" will do in a long time.
Charlotte: Hello, and I'm here with Dan White! Now Dan, you may not have a match tonight, but there are a few ties of great relevance to yourself. Of course, there was that six man tag match, but there is also the issue of the World Title number one contender's match, for a title show next Thursday on Meltdown. The question I've got to ask is, what happens if we end up with Senator leaving Meltdown without the title? What would it hold for your match against him at Heatwave?
Dan carefully analyses exactly what Charlotte is asking
Dan White: So you think this is all about the title? You think this whole thing between Senator and I is about the title? Well...you know? You'd be right. It is about the title. Or at least, it was about the title. But it's about so much more than that now. You have a title on that match and you've got yourself one hell of a match. A main event to be jealous of. You take away that title shot and you've got yourself a show stealer. I mean please, does anybody think that anybody in that main event tonight fathoms event an inkling of a chance of being World champion any time soon? Well, knowing Senator as champion, there's a possibility. But it doesn't take away anything from our rivalry.
Charlotte: But would that not deter you even more from winning the World title? You have waited an awful long time to get a fair title shot.
Dan White: You're right, Charlotte my girl. You're damn right. I HAVE been waiting a hell of a long time for a fair title shot. I haven't had one since I was just a baby dragon, and to be quite frank, I'm just looking forward to getting in that ring and getting a good, fair title shot. But knowing this company, you can just tell that something's up. You just know that that rat Gingerdude has got some deal sorted with Senator, where he drops to the floor on Meltdown so he hasn't got the title, so he can conveniently pick the belt back up once he's done with me. Well, whether there's a conspiracy or not, that World title WILL be mine.
Charlotte: And what about the stipulation? Surely that will work in your favour. You have appeared in the Cell twice before, winning both matches, whilst Senator has yet to fight inside the Hell in a Cell.
Dan White: That's true, which only makes me think even more that something's up. In one of wrestling's most hardcore, most brutal matches, in a match that I have made my own, is the stipulation to the World title match at Heatwave? Something is definitely up, knowing Senator, and I'm making sure that more than just my own eyes are on him and his entourage.
The Welshman is quickly interupted, however, by a familiar voice. And he turns around to see that the man behind him is non other than the World champion, who is greeted from the crowd with a chorus of boos.
The Senator: Please, Dan. You may believe that you have experience in that hellish structure, but you are forgetting that I am ACW's great learner. Indeed, the only matches that I have failed to master are the matches I have yet to compete in.
As Charlotte quickly exits the scene, the confrontation heats up.
Dan White: Whatever, Senator. You're as crooked as your peers around you in parliament, or whatever you call it in America. You might be the World champ, but you've only been successful in keeping that belt cos you know the right people. I'm glad I have got you in the Cell, because it meas that I get you one on one, and that's where you'll have nowhere to run.
The Senator: Please, Dan. You act as though I have made an entire career on running away, when I believe it was you that ran from this company not once, but twice. And I would not have cared for this match being in a Cell, or in a clean bout! You know that I would not have resorted to tactics of a thug, much like yourself.
Unhappy at being referred to as street scum, Dan takes a step closer.
Dan White: You call me a thug? That's rich. All you do is hide behind your fat cat bonuses and your lawyers. You look down on people like me cos I was unable to afford university, whilst you fast tracked your way through whatever pretentious-arse uni you were able to go to. And I would love to kick your arse all over this arena right here, right now, but I'd rather save it til Heatwave, and crown my championship win with a performance to remember.
Dan is right up in Senator's face, but the champion takes a step back, shrugging his shoulder, making sure that Dan gets a good glimpse of the World title.
The Senator: I have heard that so many times before, Dan, and I will relish the challenge. And I will enjoy beating you just as much as I did Jake Steele, Rattlesnake, and Jason Freeman.
With a cocky smirk, Senator then begins to walk off, leaving Dan to shake his head with disgust. Whilst they weren't rolling about on the floor knocking seven bells out of each other, the hatred is eminating around the arena when these two confront one another, and it only makes Heatwave an even hotter event.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 17, 2009 16:06:53 GMT -5
Match 4: Smart vs. Stan Vishis (Credit: Michael Smart)
Summer Series 3 Stan Vishis vs Michael Smart (Credit: Michael Smart, ?)
Jones: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is the third match in the ACW Summer Series! Introducing first, hailing in from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 228 pounds, Michael Smart!
"Live to win" by Paul Stanley starts playing. The crowd starts cheering as Michael Smart comes out to the ramp, wearing blue tights and a white vest. He is trying his best to play to the crowd, but looks visibly confused as he makes his way down the ring. Smart takes off his vest, leaving it at ringside as he climbs the ring steps and gets inside the ring. He climbs up the turnbuckle, raising his arms in the air before hopping back down. Smart hops from one foot to another while intensely staring at the entrance ramp, waiting.
McNally: Well, tonight is going to be interesting, as this might just be the last night in the ACW Summer Series. If you haven't heard yet, it has come to our knowledge that Stan Vishis has gone missing. There are wild rumors flying around, including some saying that he may have been kidnapped. Whatever the case, it's a shame that Vishis might not be here when winning this match would mean him winning the Summer Series.
Edison: Who knows, maybe that is the reason he's missing? Smart may have gotten threatened about losing three times in a row and arranged for him to be taken out. He has a rich cousin, you know.
McNally: I think you shouldn't make accusations, especially since we're not sure whether he'll show up here tonight.
Jones: And the opponent, from Los Angeles California, weighing in tonight at 213 pounds, "The Death Defying" Stan Vishis!
An instrumental version of "Black Republican" hits the speakers as the crowd is mixed between booing and anticipating silence, some wondering whether Stan will even arrive. Smart continues staring at the ramp, holding his breath as he waits for his opponent. After about thirty seconds, the crowd starts booing more loudly, getting impatient. Smart starts looking around, making sure that Vishis won't be ambushing him from behind. When he sees nothing in the audience either, Smart frowns and goes back to staring at the ramp. The music stops playing and the crowd calms down. The referee tells ring announcer Phillip Jones something and he nods.
Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has decided to start the match. If Stan Vishis doesn't make it into the ring within the count of ten, Michael Smart will be declared the winner.
McNally: It's time for the moment of truth. Is Vishis in the arena or not?
Smart continues staring at the at the ramp as the referee starts counting.
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
Edison: Still nothing.
6!
Smart gets close to the ropes facing the ramp and yells out "Come on, Vishis!" The crowd is once again a mix between people who don't want to see Vishis and people who want to see Smart beat him.
7!
McNally: No Vishis yet, the rumors might just be true.
8!
Edison: Come on, Vishis, I wanted to see this match!
9!
Smart yells once again for Vishis, hoping that his yelling will somehow provoke Vishis to come out. Maybe, just maybe he will hear the shouts and...
10!
The bell rings. The crowd starts cheering lightly, but Smart just looks at the referee surprised.
Jones: Here is your winner by countout, Michael Smart!
The crowd's cheers get a bit louder, but the majority don't seem to be too happy at the lack of a match. Smart seems even more unsatisfied, telling the referee to wait for just a moment longer, but the referee says that the match is over. Smart looks disappointed as the referee raises his arm in the air.
McNally: Well, Michael Smart has won the third match in the Summer Series, but he doesn't look too happy about that. As a competitor Smart doesn't want to take the easy way out.
Edison: It might just be for show. Maybe he's only pretending so that he won't be a suspect?
McNally: Will you stop that?
Smart is in no mood to celebrate, instead going to the ropes, preparing to get outside the ring. He is stopped, however, by the sound of music. Instead of Black Republican,however, the song coming from the speakers is "The Thing That Should Not Be" by Metallica.
McNally: Wait a minute, isn't this the theme of...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 17, 2009 16:07:29 GMT -5
McNally doesn't need to finish his sentence as out to the ramp, wearing a red mask, black tights and a black shirt, comes The Red Panther!
McNally: The Red Panther?
Edison: What is he doing here?
The crowd boos as Panther makes his way down the ramp. Smart questions the referee who just shrugs, having no idea why Panther's making his way to the ring. Panther climbs up the ring steps, a mic in his hand as he gets in the ring, facing Smart. Smart is still puzzled as Panther starts talking.
The Red Panther: You may be wondering why I'm face to face with you right now. Well, let me tell you. Smart, you're a man that has a fair amount of respect and admiration from the fans of ACW. If you ask the average guy in the crowd, he'll probably profess to at least somewhat liking you.
Panther turns to the crowd.
The Red Panther: In fact, I am going to ask. Do you people like Michael Smart?
The crowd starts cheering. Smart looks around at the crowd, nodding but at the same time wondering where Panther is going with this.
The Red Panther: Well, you shouldn't like him! Why do you like this man in front of me? I've been paying some attention to your little series with Stan Vishis, and after seeing you lose to him twice in a row, why do these people continue to give you admiration and respect? Why don't they give them to me, the future of ACW, instead?
The crowd boos Panther, Smart glaring at the masked wrestler.
The Red Panther: Well, if the cheers won't come to me, I'll have to go to the cheers. That's why I'm challenging you, Smart! You and me, one on one at Heatwave! I will prove to everyone that I'm the one they should be rooting for instead of yo...
Panther is cut off when Smart grabs his mic, taking it away from him. The crowd cheers as Panther yells at Smart to give the mic back, but upon not getting it, decides to wait and hear what he has to say.
Michael Smart: You want to face me at Heatwave? Well, it looks like my original opponent is nowhere to be found, leaving me without anything to do. I have no choice but to accept!
The crowd cheers as Panther nods.
Edison: Did you hear that? Michael Smart will take on The Red Panther at Heatwave!
Smart drops the mic. Panther and Smart have a staredown as the show goes to commercial.
(Credit goes to Smart and Red Panther.)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 17, 2009 16:08:12 GMT -5
Making an Example Jack Jefferson
The rain is pounding down, gutters rapidly filling to the point of overflowing and people are sprinting from crowded doorways to their cars in order to avoid being soaked. Lightning rakes across the sky, illuminating the huddled masses and also casting light on the abandoned warehouse not far from them. It’s a place that looks on the verge of collapse but the people of ACW Island pay it no attention, they prefer to ignore its vulgarity.
Inside the warehouse the light illuminates the interior for a second, casting odd shadows from the assortment of random rubbish that has been dumped over the years. In one corner there is a grunt followed by the sound of someone striking someone else and a muffled yelp. Jack Jefferson, fist clench, is stood over his terrified looking brother BJ. BJ, eyes popping out of his head as Jack advances, is bound and gagged, rendering him completely helpless. The sick smirk on Jack’s face grows as he sees the terror in BJ’s eyes and he turns to face the camera, staring directly down it’s barrel.
Jack: Mr. Red I’m going to keep this very simple so I don’t confuse you. You are a complete and utter fool. You should’ve listened to BJ here, he’s completely right. I am not the guy you used to team with – I am better than that! How many times do I have to tell you this before you let the information penetrate your thick skull?
You see I’ve decided that my words are falling on deaf ears. You’ve pushed me to have to show you an example of just what you’ve gotten yourself into. I know you think that we can work together but, to be honest, it’s a laughable pipe dream. It’s never going to happen. You know who else thought they could “get through to me”? BJ! Now you get to see how exactly that turned out for him...minus the interruptions.
The sick smirk that is plastered on Jack’s face grows visibly and he turns back to face BJ, towering menacingly over his covering frame. He reaches down, gripping him by the throat, and hauls him to his feet. Staring directly into his face Jack spits in his younger brother’s eye, not even a split second of hesitation flickers onto his face before he grabs hold of a chain dangling from the ceiling. He quickly wraps it around BJ’s throat, ensuring it’s as tight as possible. To add insult to injury Jack pushes his face right into BJ’s, steadying his head by grabbing his chin as he attempts to look away.
Jack: I want to hear every second of this...
He rips the gag from BJ’s mouth, taking great enjoyment as BJ gulps down the air with deep panicked breaths. Jack, in the meantime, has pulled Chloe out of his jacket. BJ’s eyes widen in fear and he attempts to back away but is unable to move because his feet are tightly bound together. Jack, a snarl on his face, drives the tip of the crowbar into BJ’s forehead then pulls back and repeats the action a number of times. Before long BJ is absolutely covered in his own blood. When Jack finally relents BJ weakly raises his head to look Jack in the eye, croaking out a solitary word.
BJ: ...why?
Before BJ can continue, Jack thrusts out a finger and places it on his lips.
Jack: I’d save my breath if I was you.
Jack then backs away from a confused-looking BJ and begins walking towards the nearest wall, having to clear himself a path as he does so. As Jack clears away a half-rotted board leaning against the wall a sudden shocking realisation comes to BJ and the remaining colour drains from his features, gives him a lily-white complexion that makes the contrast of the blood coating it even starker. Jack smirks inwardly as he unwraps the chain that is wrapped around the huge metal spike in the wall before hauling down on it, hard.
Agonisingly slowly BJ begins rising up, the chain hauling him up by his neck and forcing him to gag as he struggles to keep his windpipe from collapsing under the pressure. Grunting, Jack relentlessly keeps working away until BJ’s feet are hovering around 10 feet off the ground, a large pool of blood marking the spot directly below him. Jack struts across and stands in the pool, seemingly taking sick pleasure in the fact that BJ’s blood is now dripping down onto him. He stares down the barrel of the camera once more but no words are necessary, this particularly image is worth far more than a thousand words.
Fade to Black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 17, 2009 16:08:37 GMT -5
Segment: The Best Of The Best? (Credit: Flower Power / G-Unit)
Finally, back together. Finally ready to dominate again. London and Zero's reign as tag team champions is as good as over now that ACW's greatest team has reunited.
But first they need the shot.
G-Unit are currently headed toward Ginger's office with business on their mind. Jonny Spade knocks on the door, but there is no answer.
Impatient and now annoyed, Gooey Garth pushes the door open anyway.
Garth: Ginger, we want action!
Jonny facepalms. Well, Assertive Garth is better than Lazy Garth.
Ginger looks over at them. So do... Yoko Satoshi and Sarin Rossi?
Ginger: Jonny, is he on drugs?
Jonny: I don't think so.
Ginger: Hm. Good to see you active again, Garth.
Garth: I just keep getting pulled back in.
Jonny: Why are they here?
He motions to Yoko and Sarin.
Yoko: We have business to do.
Jonny: So do we.
Yoko: We got here first.
Sarin: But if you're here for a title shot, we'll grant you one after we win them.
Jonny: Sorry, but we have a score to settle with London and Zero.
Sarin: So do we.
Jonny: We're more deserving than you though, G-Unit has had four legendary title reigns. Flower Power has had one.
Yoko: Our one reign was longer than your four combined. Quality means more than quantity.
Sarin: And you guys also lost the belts four times. We never did, we're undefeated.
Jonny: You got scared and quit. There's a difference.
Sarin: You-
Ginger: As cute as this is, no one is getting revenge tonight. I've banned BK London and Jay Zero from the arena tonight. With what they did last week, it would just be too dangerous.
Yoko: For them?
Ginger: For everyone.
The two teams eye each other.
Jonny, Garth, Yoko & Sarin(Together): Then we want them at Heatwave!
They all glance at each other again.
Ginger: You know, normally, I'd say face each other to prove who deserves a shot, but you've both got the credentials and a reason to fight them... So why not?
Jonny: What?
Ginger: At Heatwave, for the ACW tag team titles, it'll be BK London and Jay Zero vs G-Unit vs Flower Power with elimination rules. We'll truly find out who the best tag team is.
Garth: Orange Darkness?
Yoko: No, us.
Jonny: If by us, you mean us, yes.
Jonny motions to Garth and they leave.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 17, 2009 16:09:08 GMT -5
Segment Save for Freeman
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 17, 2009 16:09:40 GMT -5
OTA Segment: How Do You Rebuild a Burnt Bridge? Credit: Jonny Hughes/ ? We continue our Monday Night Warfare broadcast with a pre-taped video segment, the screen turns to black and the words ”Sometime Last Week” appear on screen, giving a very vague indication of when the events we are about to see took place. The black screen then fades and we are taken to a rather bland looking room, the walls are coated in broken faux wooden panelling which hasn’t stood the test of time as large sections of it are either completely missing or are in the process of emancipating itself from the concrete walls. The room is sparsely lit by a rather dim and old looking lightbulb that hangs rather limply from an un-safe looking lighting fixture complete with exposed wiring. Positioned in the corner of this small room is a small hand basin, a rather dirty one at that, the white porcelain is rather discoloured from the grime and dirt that has passed through it over the years, even the bar of soap on the basin is in a rather sad state and is covered in what appears to be thick, black grease.
All in all the room is a rather unappealing sight to behold, but what is it that brings the ACW cameras to this room? What is it that is so interesting about this place? The camera pans around the room in a 360 motion, trying to find something of interest but only spots a travel suitcase propped up against a wooden bench the camera pans across the room once more but is disturbed by the sound of the doorknob being jostled, the camera snaps back to the door just in time to see it burst open and see a large figure march their way into the room. The figure becomes more familiar as he steps into the light and heads for the locked suitcase.
The camera closes in on the face of the man and we recognise him as ACW Superstar “Spitfire” Jonny Hughes, a man who has not been seen on ACW screens since Omega Effect V where he was unsuccessful in winning The Crucible. Hughes is looking somewhat different since we last saw him, scruffy looking some would say, as his usually clean shaven face is covered in untamed facial hair and his usually short hair is overgrown and scruffy, the camera pans down to see Hughes’ hands which are covered in dried blood.
Hughes fumbles with the padlock on the suitcase before reaching into it and grabbing a small bag, he unzips the bag and heads over to the wash basin where he proceeds to take a bar of soap from the bag and wash his hands, cleaning the dried blood in a frantic fashion. He is interrupted by a tentative knock on the door, rather than stopping washing his hands Hughes simply looks at the door and yells.Jonny Hughes: What is it?There”s a slight pause before a rather nervous sounding man responds.Promoter: Mr Hughes...err...I was wondering if you could sign a few autographs for some fans? Hughes: What did I tell you when you contacted me for this booking?There”s another pause, this one much longer than the last, before the promoter responds.Promoter: You...you said no signings. Hughes: And I meant it...Now leave me in peace.Hughes waits for a moment before he hears a protracted sigh come from the other side of the door followed by the ever softening sound of footsteps heading in the opposite direction. There is a brief period of silence which Hughes seems to bask in. He takes a long, protracted breath and exhales heavily before letting a wry smile slip across his face.
He then carefully replaces all of the items he removed from his travel bag and it about to zip it up when there”s another knock at the door but this one is different, it”s a more pronounced, more confident knock and is immediately followed by the creaking of the almost antique door handle. Hughes” smile quickly fades and an angered scowl replaces it, without turning to face the intruder he addresses him in a rather cold manner.Hughes: I told you to leave me alone.Instead of the quivering voice of the promoter we hear a familiar voice, a confident voice, the voice of a champion. The voice of our ACW World Champion.The Senator: I hardly seem to remember you uttering those words in my direction. The Senator confidently strides into the room, his World title, which is hung proudly over his shoulder, seems to fill the room with a radiant light. Hughes, upon hearing the familiar voice of his former leader, turns to confirm that his mind isn't playing tricks on him and Steve Phillips is actually in his dressing room, once he has confirmed this fact he turns back to the sink and zips up his travel case, failing to acknowledge Philips in the process.Senator: No hello? Hmph, I would have expected at least some form of greeting from you, my old comrade at arms! Hughes grabs his travel bag and heads over to the wooden bench, he throws himself down onto the bench, which groans under his weight. He then starts slowly removing the tape around his wrist in a methodical fashion. Without looking up to Senator he responds.Hughes: A lot has changed since we last spoke, Steve.Senator looks around at his squalid surroundings whilst looking bemused and disgusted at the same time.Senator: Evidently so, considering your demeanor. Hughes shoots a look of acknowledgement at Philips, he knows that he could, nay should, be doing better for himself.Hughes: So...what brings you here Philips? It's not often that an ACW World Champion graces these kind of surroundings with his presence.Senator: I will take your remark as a form of congratulations on my current status as ACW champion...and I can see that these premises are not the type usually frequented by the likes of myself. A quiet chuckle bursts from Hughes as he looks to The Senator.Hughes: Don't mention it.Senator: To answer your question, however, I am here to speak on ACW matters, and I think you have a hint at what I am going to tell you. Jonathan”s demeanour immediately changes at the mention of talking about ACW, he looks back down to his wrist tape and starts aggressively removing it at a much quicker pace than he was before. He unravels his left wrist and clenches his hand into a fist, giving a clear physical expression of his feelings towards ACW.Hughes: ...ACW...I don't want to talk to you, or anyone for that matter, about that place.Senator: The last time I checked, you were actually still under contract to the company, now, I can sympathise with your attitude, but... Hughes: A contract that I walked out on. A contract that is worth less than the paper is was printed on. I didn't want to be stuck in a place where I was supposed to be seen but not heard, I didn't want to be stuck there waiting for my chance to shine whilst others around me were gifted opportunities that I was more deserving of.Hughes unravels his right wrist band and tosses it aside. Before firmly placing his hands on his thighs in a repressive gesture intended to prevent him from breaking something.Senator: That, sir, was the reason you are in this position! You were always content to sit back and let others take the lead, let others make the big leap so that you could follow. But the step that YOU took that brought you here demonstrates that perhaps the Hughes I knew finally decided that he had a potential to live up to. Hughes looks up at The Senator and nods in agreement, his spirits seem to have been lifted by Senator's rousing speech. He knows that he has the talent to make it to the top of ACW, it's always been his belief that he's the greatest pro wrestler of his generation and he has been dying for the chance to prove this to the world. Perhaps Philips is right, instead of sitting on his hands waiting for an opportunity he should have been creating one. He should have been forcing people to pay attention to him and what he has to say for himself. But he realises it's too late now, there's no way back.Hughes: You're right Philips...But it doesn't matter anymore, there's no way back for me. I burned all my bridges in ACW when I walked out after Omega Effect.Senator: Except one. Hughes's head snaps up as he shoots a confused, yet intrigued, look at The Senator. Not wanting to sound too enthused he manages to restrain himself with his response.Hughes: I'm listening Senator: Well, as you know, the title brings a distinct array of opportunities and a great deal of power to wield, but it also makes for a marked target on a man's back, everybody in the business is gunning for the owner of this title. Hughes: That shouldn't be a problem for you Steve, you've always had lackeys to follow you around, people to watch your back in the hope of getting the rub from you...I should know, I was one of those people for a while.Senator simply laughs at Hughes's assessment of The Senatorial Stable.Senator: If, by lackeys, you mean individuals who are building their own reputation as they follow in the footsteps of the champions, then you would be correct. Of course, I am indeed having problems of my own, and most of them seem to trace back to someone familiar to you, that insane ruffian, Dan White. Jonny laughs at the mention of the name Dan White. The two were former team-mates in The Empire and have had their problems in the past but the last time we saw them together they were on good terms although it remains to be seen what their stance towards each other is, or at least Hughes's stance towards Dan.Hughes: Dan White and trouble. There's an alien concept.Senator: Quite. Well it seems that Dan has quite the support system behind him these days and I think it is high time for me to counteract his movement. The Capitalists and Chris Phenomenal do not a Stable make, but they are a solid support team. Even so, I believe in redundancy over insufficiency, and in excellence, and as such I think I can add onto such a group. You know what the offer is. Hughes pauses for a moment to think about his decision. He still resents the management of ACW for what he judges as un-fair treatment and he does have his share of enemies and detractors in the company who wouldn't be too pleased to see him back. But then again that's part of the fun of it all. Jonathan Hughes has always enjoyed winding people up, getting a rise out of those people who seem unshakeable. And the fact that he has never been at the top of the ACW food chain has always dug away at him and it always will, unless he does something about it. And being in such close proximity to the top of ACW's food chain in The Senator would put him in good stead for grabbing the attention of the masses and the most importantly the powers that be and having the World Champion, if you'd pardon the repetition, championing his cause for a return to ACW would be highly beneficial. Hughes tosses this over in his head before looking back to Steve Philips. He rises to his feet and outstretches his hand towards Senator who looks down and smiles before shaking hands with Hughes, forming a gentleman's agreement between the two.Senator: Excellent. If you change your attire and gather your things we can make for ACW Island. We have much to discuss. The pair continue to shake hands before Hughes breaks away and heads over to his suitcase in order to get changed as the camera shot fades to black and we are ready to move to our next scene.Fade ? credit goes to The Senator. Who is in charge of calcs anyway, making this notification redundant.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 17, 2009 16:14:05 GMT -5
The Crusade out of the Cave By Dave Shadow As we cut to the back once more, we find ourselves in the ACW dressing room of the International Champion, Dave Shadow. He finishes up his warm-up routine, stretching his various limbs to prepare for his big match tonight. Ready to go, he grabs his title belt and heads for the door. As he reaches out to open it, Jay walks in, nearly smashing the door into Dave’s frame.
Dave: Smooth Jay. Nearly knock me out before I get to the ring.Jay: Whoops, sorry dude. I just wanted to wish you some luck before the match.Dave: Thanks.Jay moves into the room, as he continues talking.Jay: Dave, have you ever heard of Plato’s cave?Dave: Huh?Jay: Philosophy. Plato and his analogy of the cave. Ever hear about it?Dave: Can’t say that I have. Jay: Plato believed that all of human kind was trapped in a metaphorical cave with their backs to the entrance. Facing a solid wall of stone, all they could see was the shadows which the sunlight would project. And since this was all they’d ever known, this was what their world was. Shadows. For their reality was nothing more than the shadows dancing on the walls in front of them. Why would they think any differently. Dave: Where’s this going?Jay: He also believed that philosophers were a group of people who managed to free themselves from this false reality, who broke their chains and ventured up towards the light. Out of the cave and into the real world. The light, you see, was a metaphor for knowledge.Dave: I see. And tell me, how does this pertain to me?Jay: Don’t you see Dave? You’re crusade in ACW....it’s the same thing. Everyone else, the wrestlers and the fans, they are the people trapped in the cave, staring at the wall. They have lived knowing this ACW for so long that they fail to see that what they are watching is simply a shadow of the reality.Dave: And I’m the philosopher?Jay: Bingo. You’ve escaped those shackles. You’ve started making your way towards the sunlight. And in the process, you’ve tried to shout back down the cave to the prisoners, to warn them about how they are living a lie. This is your crusade, isn’t it?Dave: I guess your right. I’ve seen what this company could become, only no-one wants to believe me.Jay: They’ve become too fond of the shadows. They boo you Dave, but feel pity. They are only scared of change. Scared of reality. They try to escape it, to ignore it, but you....you can’t stop this fight, Dave, can you?Dave: Fraid not.Jay: Just know that even if everyone else hates you for it, I’m here with you, standing in the light, staring at the sun. And know as well that even if they resent you destroying their false reality, someday...they’ll thank you for it.Dave: You know, you amaze me sometimes.Jay: Hey, I’m not just a pretty face you know. The two laugh, as Jay pats Dave on the shoulder. Dave heads to the door. As he opens it, he stops briefly.
Dave: Plato?Jay: Yeah.Dave: Wasn’t that the story of The Matrix movies as well?A big grin spreads across Jay’s face, as Dave shakes his head, laughs and leaves. Jay stands alone in the dressing room, as he walks over to a TV monitor and hits the switch, getting ready to watch the rest of the show.
Before he can settle down in a chair though, a knock echoes round the room. Someone at the door. He wonders if Dave perhaps forgot something, as he walks over and opens it. The camera switches to outside, over the shoulder of the visitor, but in such a way we do not see his face. Jay smiles, pleased to see who it is.
Jay: Hey! Come on in.Jay turns and walks back into the room. The camera pans down slowly, focusing in on what is in the visitor’s hand. A steel chair, with a big dent in it. And some traces of blood. The visitor walks in and closes the door behind him, as the camera fades....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 17, 2009 16:15:16 GMT -5
Segment: OH GOD NO! (Credit: Freeman and Train) Jason Freeman walks down the ACW hallways, just moments away from the main event tonight. It is just about time for him to once again win a shot against the Senator. Just about time for him to get one more shot for the world heavyweight championship. He has been setting out for the International belt as of late, but this will surely make that unnecessary. Then from the other direction, on-screen comes the Thunder Train.
The two men glare each other down. An interesting confrontation to be sure as the two have some history with each other. They have faced each other many times in the past.Freeman: Out of my way. I’m going out to that ring to get myself another chance at Phillips, and nobody is going to stop me. Train: Oh, yeah right. Freeman as champion? HA! You’re the biggest joke in this fed, and Chris Phenomenal’s still on the roster! If you were the champ I think I’d probably quit and go to SLA! Haha!Despite the fact that Train is considering going to a fed that no longer exists, Freeman does not take kindly to being put down.Freeman: Yeah? Well I’m glad that you think I’m a joke, considering that you’re whole personality is nothing but a joke. Everything about you is just hilarious, and while these fans eat it up I know the truth. You are nothing more than a comedy act. You will never be anything in this federation. You will never be a serious competitor because nobody sees you as anything more than a cheap laugh. Sure watching you on screen is great if you’re feeling down but nobody will be paying money to see you. You’re the sideshow. Everybody enjoys watching you but you can never be the main attraction. That is me. People pay to see me. People pay to see an actual wrestler and a serious competitor. I’m very sorry I have to tell you this, but that’s just the way the cookie crumbles. I wonder how you’ll manage without Jake Steele however. For once in his life, the Train has nobody to serve. The eternal lackey: Thunder Train. First you were Kiss’s bodyguard but when that didn’t work out you were quick to jump right to Steele and join RSX3, AKA Steele and friends. And then when you had problems with him? You let Jay Zero carry you into big matches. Then Jay Zero is out of here, and your friends with Steele again. You aren’t even your own man, and now you expect to be a champion? Don’t make me laugh. The only reason you got this far was riding on the coattails of other, and the truth is that alone you are hopeless. You know you can’t handle yourself. You’ve got no choice now though. Because it looks like Steele is gone, and the only person left is Train. So, Train, why don’t you---hey! He just notices that Train isn’t even listening to him. He’s looking at the ground almost as if he’s about to fall asleep. Train snaps up however when Freeman raises his voice. Freeman is not too happy that he has just been ignored, and Train is not too happy that Freeman won’t stop talking.Train: What? I heard “eat it up” and “cookie”. So therefore…you must have cookies! WHAT KIND? I WANT COOKIES OM NOM NOM!Freeman: Well, I certainly don’t have cookies, but you’re starting to get on my nerves right now. You know what? Why should I even worry about facing you in the ring? Why should I worry about a third man. Without you I’d just have to focus on Shadow and I’d have to focus on Jefferson. So maybe I should just take you out right now. Maybe I should just drop you backstage. You don’t have any stable buddies anymore so what do I have to worry about? I mean, sure, I’d have a hard time of it with my bare hands but maybe I have more than that. Perhaps I’ve got a little lead pipe hidden right here. Perhaps I’m just talking right now to provide a distraction, and perhaps I’m plotting the exact moment to strike and just take you to the ground. Perhaps, I--- And Train does indeed suddenly get taken to the ground! But not by Freeman…Train has thrown himself to the ground. In fact…Train is on his knees? Is Train begging? Freeman’s eyes widen because what is on Train’s face is a look of pure horror, and it is too genuine to be sarcastic. It seems that Freeman was more intimidating than even HE bargained for. It seems that he really has managed to scare Train with his threats, and Train is begging not to be attacked.Freeman: Er…beg all you want, but--- Train: PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! ANYTHING BUT THAT! ANYTHING! NO NO NO! OH MY GOD!Freeman: Look I know you’re worried about what I can do to you, but--- Train: What?Freeman’s eyes widen.Freeman: Hm? Train: Oh, you think I’m worried about you attacking me? Lolno. C'mon, get real. I'd crush you in a minute dawg!Freeman: Er…what? And now Train gets worried again, beginning to beg once more, his eyes wide with fear.Train: If you attack me…then….I have to retaliate. And then…and then…oh....He closes his eyesTrain: Ill be forced to be in…in…a…
FREEMAN FEUD!!!!!!!! A variety of images pass before Train’s eyes like wildfire…>_> <_< >_> <_< >_> And then he just gives a shoutTrain: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!Silence.Freeman: ... Fans: .... Train: ...I CANT DO THAT AGAIN! I'M SORRY! I CANT! GOODBYE FREEMAN! SEE YOU OUT THERE!And Train takes off down the hallway running as fast as he's ever run in his life. Freeman stares after him, before shrugging and moving on. Train has surely dodged a bombshell tonight.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 17, 2009 16:16:36 GMT -5
Match 5: No.1 Contender Match – ACW Title Thunder Train vs. Dave Shadow vs. Jason Freeman vs. Jack Jefferson (Credit: BK London)
Phillip: This fatal four way match up is scheduled for one fall and is for the No.1 Contendership for the ACW Heavyweight Championship..making his way to the ring first, he is the Fallout Television Champion - Jason Freeman!
"Ugly" by the Exies hits and Jason Freeman heads out to the ring with his Television Championship on his shoulder. He looks out into the sea of booing fans and smiles before heading into the ring. He holds his championship up high and waits for his opponents.
Phillip: And the second participant, weighing in at 360lbs, Thunder Train!
"Gourmet Race" pumps through the speakers and the big man Thunder Train, in all his black largeness, steps through the curtains to once again boos from the fans. There's just no pleasing these people. Train heads down to the ring and he looks over at Jason Freeman, and can only thing about stubbing his toe again.
Phillip: And the third participant, weighing in at 219lbs, Jack Jefferson!
"Paint It Black" can be heard, and once again - the crowd boos this challenger. You would think there would be a face in this match or something. He slides in the ring and does his nice little gun taunt before waiting for the final opponent.
Phillip: And the final participant, weighing in at 213 lbs, Dave Shadow!
"Voodoo Child" by Rogue Traders hits, and once again boos. No one seems to be the crowd favorite in this match, but maybe they'll get an interesting contest out of this. Four heels in one match, wow - that's some great booking there guys. Just kidding.
The bell sounds for the match to begin, and each men tread softly in their four corners - not exactly getting off to an electric start as most would've anticipated with the history between these four men. However, shockingly, Shadow, Jefferson, and Freeman charge towards the corner of Thunder Train to get him some. It's no surprise that the big man usually has the advantage in this sort of situation, so it's definitely no surprise that these three smart competitors rush to his corner to attempt to take him out first. The three manage to trap the big mastadon in the corner, pummeling with sets of fists and kicks - hoping to immobilize him. However, Train's been around the block and found himself in situations like this previously, so he knows how to counter this. With his giant hand, he pie faces Freeman across the ring before landing a major right hand to the head of Shadow that sends him stumbling back. Jefferson now sees he's the only man out of the three left, and in a very unsportsman like decisiion - he attempts to make a run for it. However, Train grabs Jefferson by the back of his neck and powers him into the corner before delivering some body shots of his own. Each punch sends the air rushing out of the lungs of Jefferson, and the hungry mammoth follows up with a very strong irish whip into the opposing corner. Jefferson bounces out of the corner due to the impact and Train shows off his tremendous power by Military Pressing the former Fallout Television Champion high over his head.
Jefferson looks down at the canvas from 10 feet up in the air, and he begins to anticipate the worst - but from behind, he notices Shadow and Freeman getting back in the mix of things. Shadow attacks Train with a very quick chop block to the back of the knee, and this sends the near 7 footer dropping down to his remaining knee and Jefferson back down to the mat. Landing behind the big man, Jefferson scores with a huge soccer kick to the upper back which sends a jolt of pain running through the spine of Thunder Train. Freeman bounces off the ropes and delivers a major boot across the jaw of Thunder Train, almost sending him down to the mat - but not quite. Shadow tries his luck, and connects with a knee right to the jaw of the former two time International Champion - but still Train manages to keep his vertical base on one knee. Jefferson, Freeman, and Shadow exchange glances at one another, and in unison, they bounce off their respective ropes and score with a Triple Dropkick to the large cranium of Thunder Train. The Tri-Attack finally keeps Thunder Train down, and now the three of them push him out the ring by stomping him and pushing his body with the sole of their feet. With the big man eliminated from this match temporarily, this leaves a Triple Threat situation with three of the best atheletes in the company at the moment. However, smartly, Freeman decides to exit stage left - and he rolls under the bottom rope to the outside. Shadow's caught off guard for a moment - and Jefferson capitalizes with a forearm to the back of the head. With the blindside, Jefferson stumbles forward towards the ropes and Jefferson continues with the assault - delivering kick after kick and punch after punch to the body of Shadow.
Jefferson now irish whips Shadow across the ring, and hopes to capitalize with a big manuever and he connects with a back body drop. Holding his lower back in pain, Shadow gets up and now Jefferson plants him in the stomach with a toe kick. A european uppercut follows, which knocks Shadow right into the corner and the former Empire stablemate sizes him up perfectly. Jefferson moves forward and he connects with a huge clothesline to the corner, and then capitalizes on that move with a well place Samoan Drop. With Shadow in perfect position, Jefferson hits the first moonsault of a series of moonsaults in which he dubs 'Trifecta'. Jefferson gets back up and now he hops up on the middle turnbuckle and hits the 2nd moonsault. Getting back up, Jefferson now ascends the turnbuckle to go up for the 3rd moonsault - but a crafty Freeman enters the ring and pushes the legs from under Jefferson. The former Television Champion drops down on the Jefferson family jewels on the top turnbuckle, and the current Television Champion makes sure to tie him up in the tree of woe. Once he sees that it's nearly impossible for Jefferson to free himself, Freeman goes for the cover on Shadow. RAF slides over to make the count.
ONE . . TWO . KICK OUT!
Shadow gets his shoulder up right before the 3, and Jason Freeman can't believe it. He mounts over Shadow and starts pummeling with a barrage of fists right above his eye, which doesn't get a good reaction from RAF. RAF intiates the five count, but in fear for Shadow's own well being - he throws it out the window and decides to pull Freeman off the International Champion. Freeman glares over at RAF for putting his hands on him, but RAF returns the stare right back at him - which intiates a brief showdown between the two parties. With Freeman's attention on RAF, he doesn't notice Shadow's brief recovery - and the International Champion rolls up the Fallout TV Champion with a school boy.
ONE . . TWO . . TH-KICK OUT!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 17, 2009 16:17:00 GMT -5
Freeman is shocked by the quick roll up, and as both men are up at the same time - it's Freeman who's quicker to the punch, and he lands a major lariat on the International Champion. The sweat of Shadow is almost knocked off his chest when that strong lariat connects, and the International Champion rolls out of the ring to the outside. Jefferson is still tending to his 'nads, and Thunder Train is...lurking behind the former International Champion.
Fresh from his recent set back, Train is back in the ring and he doesn't look happy with the Triple team. Freeman turns around, and he walks into a clothesline by the big man. For some reason, Freeman gets back up and he's knocked down with another clothesline. This time, Freeman's out for good - and Thunder Train looks down at Freeman and grabs him by the throat. With each passing second, Train squeezes Freeman's throat even tighter and tighter - and now he picks up Freeman in a Military Press, just as he had Jefferson earlier in the match. With ease, Thunder Train tosses Freeman forward - and drops him rib first on the tight top rope, which impales Freeman in the stomach. With Freeman hanging and bouncing, Train lands a massive kick to the chest which sends Freeman out the ring. Train seems to be the only man left in this ring, but he doesn't see Jack Jefferson pulling himself back up to an upright position on the top turnbuckle from the tree of woe.
Train looks over to his left, and before he can stop Jefferson's attack - the Manchester native dives off the top rope and completes his 'Trifecta' with a top rope moonsault. The momentum and force of the moonsault manages to topple Thunder Train, and Jefferson lays on the big man and manages to hook one leg.
ONE . . TWO . But Thunder Train powers out.
Jefferson is tossed nearly halfway across the ring, and he watches as Thunder Train sits up and he knows he has to take the advantage quick. Before Train can even make it up to a vertical base, Jefferson hammers down on him with vicious forearms, but Train pushes him away. Jefferson stumbles back a bit, and even loses his balance and lands on his ass, but he gets right back up again and tries to take down the big man. He lands a European Uppercut to the big man, but it hardly does any damage. Backing up, Jefferson goes for a Step-Up Enziguri, and it connects which knocks Train for a loop. Train drops down to one knee, and quickly Jefferson locks in a modified version of the Border City Stretch while wrapping his legs around the abdomen of Train.
Train slowly stands up with Jefferson tangled up around him, and he attempts to free himself from Jefferson's clutches - but he slowly begins to fade. Stumbling around, Train drops back down to one knee - and Jefferson squeezes and wrenches back tighter.
After a few moments, Train is down on the mat and Jefferson seems to have this one in the bag. RAF rolls over to Train, and the behemoth's eyes have rolled to the back of his head.
RAF raises up the hand of Thunder Train once, and it flops down to the mat.
RAF: ONE!
He repeats the process, raising the arm of Thunder Train and it drops back down to the mat for the 2nd time.
RAF: TWO!
Jefferson can feel his World Championship opportunity coming towards him quickly, and RAF raises his arm up for the third time - but Freeman re-enters the ring and delviers a sliding dropkick to the head of Jefferson, which in essence frees Train from the hold. The 360 pounder attempts to regain his strength, while meanwhile Freeman and Jefferson are going at it. Freeman picks up Jefferson to capitalize, but Jeffersom frees himself from Freeman's clutches and scores a surprise Uranage Backbreaker. Jefferson goes for the cover shortly after.
ONE . . TWO . . THR-KICK OUT!
Freeman kicks out, and Jefferson picks him up to follow up - but Freeman now frees himself from Jefferson's clutches and plants him in the stomach. The TV Champ irish whips the former TV champ towards the ropes, but Jefferson manages to counter it. Freeman comes off the ropes and looks to score with a Sattelite Headscissors Takedown - but he manages to land beside his opponent to go for a Side Russian Leg Sweep a la John Morrison. However, the pair didn't count on Thunder Train waking from his slumber. A one man double clothesline mows over the pair of TV champions and Train beats his chest as if he were the king of the jungle.
From the apron, Shadow sees his time to strike and he waits for Thunder Train to turn around - and he does. Almost majestically, Shadow springboards off the top rope and gets major hang time on his huge leap through the air to connect with a crossbody. It would seem from the way that he's soaring that Shadow has grown a pair of wings, but all the fancy analogies and imagery metaphors come to an end as Thunder Train catches Shadow. Train holds Shadow in his arms, and Freeman manages to dropkick the back of Shadow to give him that extra push. Train topples over and Shadow hooks a leg.
ONE . . TW-
But with Freeman seeing the mistake he made, he yanks Shadow from on top of Train. Freeman bounce off the ropes and drops a major leg across the throat of Thunder Train, before going for a cover of his own and he believes he has it in the bag.
ONE . . TW-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 17, 2009 16:19:08 GMT -5
But it's Jefferson who yanks Freeman off this time. Jefferson takes his an extra step further and hops up to the middle turnbuckle and dives off with a simple forearm to the face. He now covers Thunder Train, and make sure to hook the leg as the two prior to him.
ONE . . TWO . And now Shadow completes the circle by yanking Jefferson off of Train the nick of time before dropping a major elbow to the back of his UK bretheren's head. He continues to stomp away at Jefferson, who now rolls himself under the bottom rope. Now Freeman sees his opportunity to strike, and he makes sure to attack Shadow from behind before he can even sense what's going on behind him. A forearm to the head sends the International Champion to his knees, and Freeman continues the assault. Picking up Shadow, he irish whips him into the ropes and attempts a back body drop but Shadow delivers a kick to Freeman's chest. A lariat looks to follow from the man named Shadow, but Freeman manages to duck under it and Shadow runs right into a choke from Thunder Train. Freeman turns around and Train's hand goes right around his throat once more, and the crowd goes wild as both men desperately attempt to escape the move. A double team of kicks to the abdomen of Train manages to release them from his death grip, and for a second the pair decide to work as a team. Simultaneously bouncing off the ropes, they hope to go for a clothesline - but instead Train grabs them both by the throat once more and sends them crushing to the ground with a hellacious one man double chokeslam.
Train goes for the cover on both men at the same time, placing his massive palm against both of their chests.
ONE . . TWO . . THR-KICK OUT!
Shadow gets his right shoulder up while Freeman gets his left, and Train rises up from the mat - hoping to hit another move. Possibly looking for the OM NOM NOM BOMB - he stalks both men as they get up, looking to see who'll get up to their feet first, and it's Freeman.
Train lifts Freeman up for the Towerhacker Bomb that is his finisher, but once he sees Shadow getting up - he hoists him up on Freeman. Holding both men on his massive shoulders gets quite the applause from the fans in the arena, and for the first time we could be seeing a Double OM NOM NOM BOMB!
However, Jefferson re-enters the ring and scores with a dropkick square to the chin of Train. Train drops both men and stumbles backwards, and once again Jefferson delivers a dropkick - knocking Train into the ropes. Jefferson runs across the ring quickly and hopes to clothesline the big man over the rope, but Train side steps it and sends Jefferson flying over he apron. Now Train runs off the ropes to capitalize on this situation with a major boot, but Jefferson side steps it and Train gets caught up on the top rope. Getting stuck groin first on the top rope, Jefferson races down the apron and ascends to the top rope before hitting a missle dropkick on Train - sending him flying down to the ground below.
Jefferson slowly gets up after recovering from that missle dropkick, and out the corner of his eyes - he sees Mr. Red running towards the ring. Mr. Red slides into the ring, and quickly slides right back out in front of Jefferson - and Jefferson gets down on his knee to attempt to catch Red. With the right opportunity, Freeman races over to Jefferson and delivers his Shining Axe Kick to the back of the former TV Champion's head. Jefferson is knocked out cold, and before Freeman can go over to make the cover..
Wham!
Blink!
Freeman is planted into the mat with Shadow's finishing manuever, and he hooks one leg for the cover.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE!
Phillip: And the winner of this match, and No.1 Contender for the ACW Heavyweight Championship, Dave Shadow!
Boos erupt around the arena, but this just makes the moment sweeter for Shadow. He gets up, checks the result is confirmed, and then raises his arms to taunt the crowd. Freeman slowly recovers, and Dave takes a quick look around before deciding that he’s best off not hanging around, to give anyone a chance for some quick revenge. He walks up the ramp toward the curtain as the show begins to close out....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 17, 2009 16:20:58 GMT -5
Pride comes Before a Fall..... By Dave Shadow Aha! Dave struts back through the curtains, his music still being drowned out by the boos out in the arena. Dave couldn’t care less, as he looks at the title belt on his shoulder, a big smile spreads across his face. One he knows will be plastered there for quite a while.Dave: Why hello there Mr. International title belt. You’re going to be joined by your brother soon. Oh yes you are! Oh yes you are!In less than three days now, Dave will have a chance to finally accomplish his dream. He’s on top of the world and nothing is going to take him off his cloud nine now. Nothing!
As he walks, Dave starts to notice that there is quite a bit of noise coming from the dressing room area. He continues to walk towards it; after all, he needs to get his bags and get cleaned up before he heads home for the evening. As he turns the last corner though, he spots that quite a large crowd has gathered outside the door to his dressing room. Not surprising. Everyone must have come to congratulate him on the good news! It’s been quite a while since a large group of fans gathered outside his dressing room like this.
However, it is only now that he realises that the crowd consists not of fans, but of several ACW wrestlers and staff members, all of whom seem to be focusing in on something. He approaches them and starts pushing through the crowd. Before he can reach the center though, he feels an arm stretch out in front of him. Gingerdude halts his process, trying to block his view.
Dave: What’s happened?Gingerdude opens his mouth but seems to be struggling to find the right words. Realising something is wrong, his face turns to one of great concern. He shoves Gingerdude out of the way, and finally gets to see whats wrong.
There on the floor, lying in a pool of his own blood, is Jay Tyler. His brother. Blood flows down from a massive cut in the side of his head, as well as oozes out of a gash in his side, which seeps blood out through his t-shirt. He drops his International Championship and hurriedly kneels down. He looks in horror, unable to speak, as Gingerdude kneels down beside him.
Gingerdude: I’m so sorry Dave. I was coming to the dressing room to....But Dave isn’t hearing a word of it. His horror has completely disappeared, replaced with a blind rage. His face screws up into an ugly mask as it turns a deep shade of red. Medics and doctors come rushing towards him, but for Dave, the world around him has faded away, leaving only redness. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that whoever did this was the same person who attacked him a few weeks ago. The same place. The same type of assault. The same cowardly bastard had to be behind this attack.
Dave looks at the floor, and notices a trail of blood leading under the door of the dressing room. By the looks of it, whoever did it attacked Jay in Dave's dressing room and dragged him out into the hall, leaving him in the same spot that Dave was found. Deliberately trying to create a mirror image.
Attacking Dave could be seen as a run-of-the-mill wrestling statement being made, regardless of whether it went too far or not. But this....Jay was an innocent bystander with no wrestling training. He was no danger to anyone. He couldn’t have fought back against whoever did this.
The medics and Gingerdude put their arms round Dave and pull him away from his brother, letting the medics load him onto a stretcher. As the camera fades, Dave just stares at the body of his bloody and beaten brother.
Is this the “light” Jay was talking about? Or has Dave’s confidant been drawn like a moth to a flame?
It’s going to be one heck of a Meltdown.
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by xs3 on Aug 17, 2009 18:06:03 GMT -5
I demand that all of you read Train and Freeman's "Freeman Feud" segment. It's quite possibly one of the best things ever.
So this is probably the first show since SDS that I've read from start to finish. Nice work, everyone. I'm really digging the whole Dan and Starr vs. Kaoru (apologies if spelt wrong) feud and Senator continues to impress.
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