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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 20, 2009 15:53:45 GMT -5
"Good Luck" By Dave Shadow and Jack Jefferson As we cut backstage once again, we find ourselves in the dressing room of the International Champion, Dave Shadow. With one of the biggest matches of his career fast approaching, one would imagine Dave would be warming up, and getting ready to kick some ass. But alas, things are not that easy. He sits back in his large couch, his usual smile replaced by a sad frown. The attack on his brother last week still weighs heavily on his mind. So much so, in fact, that he does not hear the door opening and someone walking in.Jack Jefferson is nearly on top of Dave before the champ looks up to see who has joined him. Upon recognising him, Dave jumps up.
Dave: What do you want?Jefferson: You know, when I first challenged you for that title at Heatwave, I thought it might be a difficult match. I mean, I knew I’d win. But I thought I’d at least have to play some mind games or something. Dave: Arrogant....Jefferson: My point is, Dave, that now, I see that it could be the easiest match I’ve ever had. You’ve got so many plates spinning right now, there’s no way you can keep them all going. You’ve got the World title match to focus on tonight. You’ve got your attacker problem. It’s only a matter of time until you take your eye off the ball and slip up. Dave: And let me guess. When I do, you’ll be right there waiting for me, ready to take the International Championship?Jefferson: Well Dave, I know how much of a burden titles like that can be. So yeah. I’ll be more than happy to oblige and help you out. Dave: How kind of you. But you should know that regardless of whatever else is happening, regardless of how many titles I hold, I will always find the time to kick your ass.Dave and Jefferson both smile, both thinking of the various ways of hurting each other.
Jefferson: Good luck against Senator tonight Dave. Try not to get beaten up too badly. Jefferson turns and and heads to leaves. Before he can though, Dave grabs him by the shoulder.
Dave: If I find out you had something to do with the attack on Jay....Jefferson: If it was me you’d be the first to know about it, trust me. Anonymous attacks aren’t my style, where’s the fun in that? Dave opens his mouth but opts against it, nodding and letting Jack go. Jefferson heads out of the room, leaving Dave alone again. Jefferson is right. Even for someone as great as Dave, there sure are a lot of things building up the pressure on him right now. And if he doesn’t keep his mind clear, he could see all those plates come crashing down at his feet.
Fade to Black
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 20, 2009 15:55:47 GMT -5
Segment: Off the Script (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns from the break, Senator Steve Phillips is seen in the Senatorial Office alongside interviewer Charlotte King, who has a large number of index cards in her hands as she prepares to speak.
Charlotte: Umm, I’m standing here alongside the two time, current reigning ACW World Heavyweight Champion on tonight before he defends his title against worthy opponent Dave Shadow! So, Senator Phillips…how do you feel right now?
The Senator: Well, Miss Charlotte, to be perfectly honest, I am a bit annoyed. Just the other day, I was at one of those town hall meetings, and some beer bellied ruffian decided to get in my face and yell at the top of his lungs about how I was a socialist, how I wanted to take away all his care, and how Obama was born in some African country. Although I was nearly bowled over by his foul breath and close proximity, I managed to get him dragged away by “security,” and then responded that he had me completely wrong, I am not for the single payer option, I am not for creating a massive new buerocracy, I AM for intelligent, market based reform, and no matter what I can and will say about our president, he was NOT born in a foreign country, unless you consider Hawaii to be outside the Union!
As Phillips catches his breath from the previous, massive rant of a sentence, Charlotte flips the top card over before speaking again.
Charlotte: Wow, what a…an…annoyance! I know that your political endeavors are draining, and your…hard work in both politics and wrestling keep you quite weary. How do you ever manage to juggle both worlds?
Senator: Miss Charlotte, speaking with interviewers as intelligent and beautiful as yourself can only help matters, but it is not easy, nevertheless. The fact of the matter is this, I have to ration my time, my rest, and my exercise. Doing so allows me to shoulder the burden and extend both careers.
Charlotte: So then…ergh…
Charlotte drops her index cards, and picks them back up, in order.
Charlotte: Ok, so then, about the match tonight…do you think that your chances of beating Dan W…wait..wrong card…
Senator: I shall answer the questions regardless, and the answer goes as such, I feel that Dave Shadow is a strong opponent, and a man who can truly provide adequate competition for me. As for Dan White, that British dimwit can barely accomplish the task of remaining sober, let alone challenging for my title. He has one plan of attack, and so long as I remain a few steps ahead of him, Heatwave will only be a stepping stone, and another example of my superiority.
Charlotte: Ok, cards aside, that sounds like a great answer, and since we’ve run out of time, we’ll send this back to Maxwell and Eddie, thanks for the interview…and the extra paycheck!
(Note, Senator has been paying Charlotte to do “on message” interviews with him, and that’s why she’s speaking off notecards and thanked him for the check)
Fade Out
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 20, 2009 15:58:02 GMT -5
Elimination Jack Jefferson
The boos are deafening as “Paint it Black” by The Rolling Stones booms out of the speakers. Jack Jefferson struts out to the hostile reception with his customary smirk on his face and swagger in his step. Due to not having a match tonight is casual, a pair of dark jeans and a white t-shirt with a random pattern of it, made up of a significant amount of yellow. Jefferson seems completely uninterested in the abuse being hurled at him by those in the front row as he makes his way down the ramp, rolling into the ring at its completion.
He smoothly gets to his feet and makes his way across to the opposite side of the ring, leaning over the top rope to be handed a microphone by an anonymous crew member. With a look of disgust on his face Jefferson scans the audience, who send their disapproval right back at him.
Jefferson: Alpha Championship Wrestling is in dire trouble, it’s a pandemic!
The hyperbolic nature of Jefferson’s statement shocks a good number of people into silence, their intrigue overriding their hatred for Jefferson.
Jefferson: ACW is filled with cowards who can’t do anything for themselves, pathetic little parasites who earn nothing but worm their way into sabotaging other peoples opportunities. I am, of course, talking about Jason Freeman trying to strong-arm his way into my title shot at Heatwave!
Well Freeman, let me tell you right now, it’s not happening! You claim to know who’s been targeting Dave Shadow and you’re now using that to your advantage to try and force Dave into awarding you a title shot. Honestly, I don’t blame you. I’d do exactly the same thing. The problem comes when you’re trying to interject yourself into my title shot. That, Freeman, is a totally different ball game and one I doubt you’ll enjoy playing.
At Heatwave it will be Jack Jefferson vs. Dave Shadow for the ACW International Title and I will walk out victorious. You will be nowhere in sight, I guarantee it. Not only do you have the fact that you’re clearly plying on Dave’s emotions – we both know you don’t know who assaulted him – but there’s the fact you’ve made an enemy out of me...big mistake, just ask my brother.
Jefferson laughs at his own sick joke as the crowd erupts with boos. The image of Jack Jefferson stood underneath his hanging brother as blood splattered down on him is one that is clearly etched into their brains. Having Jack just casually mocking such a horrifying act is not something people take lightly.
Jefferson: I don’t even know why you’re trying so desperately to get yourself a title shot at Heatwave. You don’t seem to realise when you’re out of your depth, even when you’re clearly drowning. Think about it, your “big moments” that you’re basing all this self esteem of yours on are...losses. You’ve been bragging about facing Atomic Kitsune ever since Omega Effect even though you lost, in brutal fashion too. Senator showed you up for the fact you’re someone who can talk big but can’t back it up. Hell the most telling sign came a few short days ago, on Monday Night, when you were pinned by none other than Dave Shadow. Face it Freeman, you’ve tried playing with the big boys but it hasn’t really worked has it? You need to go back to facing competition more at your own level!
Basically this is your last warning Freeman. Like I’ve said, I don’t blame you for trying to get yourself a title shot and I don’t even have an issue with your methods but if I hear another word, even the faintest whisper, about you trying to force your way into my match at Heatwave I’ll make sure you’re in no fit state to even watch the PPV on TV from your hospital bed. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!
And suddenly the crowd noise heightens. It’s a bit of a mixed reaction, but one thing is for sure: It’s definitely not for Jefferson. Jefferson spins around but it’s too late. Jason Freeman has come from the crowd and he shoots forward, lead pipe in hand, smashing his pipe across Jefferson’s head and taking him to the ground!
It’s ironic that the assault came at a time when Jefferson was talking about getting Freeman. It seems that Freeman has hit a pre-emptive strike. Freeman dives on top of the fallen Jefferson and is quick to capitalize with quick strikes to the head. He mounts him and punches him repeatedly, and Jefferson is unable to counter. The pipe shot must have knocked him out, or close to it. Nothing is able to stop Freeman, and the crowd noise changes to mostly boos, though there are still Freeman supporters out there. Freeman doesn’t care about the crowd, though. He’s in his own world.
Freeman then grabs the pipe again, and he bends down, hitting a few shots to the head with his pipe to Jefferson. This weapon has served Freeman well in the past, and will do so again. Freeman has had very successful sneak attacks, and he has just had another one. His motivation is clear. Not only would this stop Jefferson from attacking him, but even more importantly, it could possibly take Jefferson out of the International title match at Heatwave. Freeman goes to the outside, and gets a mic.
Freeman: WHAT DID YOU SAY LAST WEEK, JEFFERSON?! You were going to DEAL with ME? Well it looks like I’m dealing with YOU!
Freeman bends down for some more shots as Jefferson stirs. He will not allow Jefferson to reach his feet. He still has the mic in his hand, and so now he gives Jefferson a shot in the head with the mic. All these headshots have got to be taking their toll.
Freeman: You made a horrible mistake, Jefferson. You got in MY way. Well, now I’m going to have to get you out of it. I’ve got a goal and you’re preventing me from achieving it. I’m sorry but I just can’t allow that!
Freeman pulls Jefferson up to his knees, before backing up and running forward, hitting a stiff shining axe kick! This brings Jefferson to the ground, and this time he doesn’t stir. Freeman stands up, and looks down at his handiwork? Is it enough to keep Jefferson out? Maybe. But even if it isn’t, Freeman has other plans. He isn’t worried. He’s done what he needed to do. He WILL be in the International Title match at Heatwave!
Freeman raises his arms to the sky and then gives a motion around his waist that clearly is supposed to signify a belt. A belt that may very well be his soon. Freeman’s music hits the speakers, and he makes his way back up the ramp, taking one last look at the fallen Jefferson. Well, he asked for it. He got it.
Fade to Black
OOC: Joint credit to Jason Freeman
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 20, 2009 15:58:23 GMT -5
" T h e E n d o f t h e R o a d " [/b][/color][/font] The Reprobate [R.I.P.][/i][/color][/center] In this day and age, money is hard to come by. The economy falls on its ass as the Bush administration comes to a close. Employees are employees... until they're laid off. Then, they're just human beings with no way to feed their families. Four former ACW employees are now human beings, but we'll get to them in a minute. Television and movies glamourize the life of the wealthy. Never before have so many "unwealthy" children been exposed to an alternate reality, where money falls from the sky and strippers have lesbian sex on fur rugs. A world run by an imposing figure toting a machine gun, living his life by three rules and one moral... money, power and respect. The real world is a dangerous place, and money makes the world go round. Could it be the perfect explanation to all of the problems of the poor? The true danger of the planet earth is money. The American dollar is the fuel of evil. Could it be, then, that the absence of money is pure? Is it true that the darkest corners of America are the purest? I DON'T THINK SO. As the music behins, the scene slowly fades in to an elevated wide shot of a sunny street corner, an urban area at about 11:00 in the morning. Black children ride down the street on their bikes, as homeless Hispanic men sit on the sidewalk holding a paper bagged bottle of alcohol. A middle aged black man wearing a jheri curl wig gangsta leans down the road in his pink lowrider. Ease in to the building opposite the camera. Stone walls and bushes on the side, the large sign reads "Unemployment Office." The sign grows as we close in towards in, and then fade to a shot inside the building.
We start at the end of a line, and pan to the left. First, a large black man stands at the end of the line, then a short Hispanic woman holding a baby with a toddler standing by her side. In front of her is a figgity, thin and short black man, looking over his shoulder and shifting his eyes. In front of him is an old black couple, barely mobile. We finally reach the front of the line, as the first person in line leaves after recieving their papers, four familiar faces are up next.Desk Woman: Name?Christina: Christina Hernandez.Desk Woman: And what company are you leaving?Christina: Alpha Championship Wrestling.Desk Woman: That sounds familiar... OH! Did you know the wrestler who died?Christina: He is... was my boyfriend.Christina looks down in sadness as the woman at the desk hands her papers.Desk Woman: Sorry honey. NEXT!Christina takes the papers and walks away, with her head still down. Josh the Jersey Boy wastes no time and walks right up to the desk.JJB: Let's cut to the chase, baby. You and I both know who I am... so what say you just hand over the check. I don't even need the papers.Desk Woman: ...Name, please.JJB: ... Joshua Belmonte.Desk Woman: And company you're leaving?JJB: ReproProDesk Woman: That company isn't listed here...JJB: What the fuck? Are you sure?Desk Woman: Yes, I'm sure. Please watch your language sir.JJB: FUCK THAT SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK!? THAT RAT BASTARD REP... may he rest in peace... DIDN'T EVEN EMPLOY ME PROPERLY?Desk Woman: I'm sorry sir, you don't have insurance and aren't eligible for unemployment. The exit is to your left, and have a blessed day.JJB: WHORE. I'M GONNA SHOVE MY FIST RIGHT DOWN YOUR THROAT. MY FOOT IS GONNA GO RIGHT UP IN TO YOUR CUNT. YOU PUSSY.JJB spits on the glass and storms out of the building as Stan Vishis and Baron Trotter both walk up at the same time.Desk Woman: Um, one at a time, please.Stan: We're under the same company.Desk Woman: Okay... names?Stan: Stanley Gutierrez.Desk Woman: And you?Trotter: Baron Trotter.Desk Woman: What was the company?Stan: Alpha Championship Wrestling.Desk Woman: That's the fourth one this hour.Trotter: They don't exactly need us anymore.Stan: Yeah... our boss died.The woman hands them their papers and they both walk out the exit. Another black man walks up to the desk.Desk Woman: Name?Black Man: Jake Stevens.Desk Woman: Company?Black Man: Alpha Championship Wrestling.We fade as "Money" by Michael Jackson plays us out.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 20, 2009 15:58:51 GMT -5
Segment: Reality Check (Credit: Jason Freeman & BK London)
Just moments after his attack on Jeff Jefferson, Jason Freeman is feeling pretty good. Not only did he just assault the man who was the one thing really keeping him from making his way into the International title match at Heatwave, he proved that he was not going to let somebody talk about him without facing his retaliation. A successful attack that Jefferson didn’t see coming. He is filled with confidence at the moment, and perhaps this is what causes him to react the way he does when he sees BK London in his path. BK is in the same hallway, and while it may have made sense to just leave him be – especially with BK in a particularly dangerous mood as of late – that’s not what Freeman does.
Freeman: Out of my way, future International Champion coming through.
And then Freeman makes a point of not changing direction at all, so as he passes BK, his shoulder rams roughly into BK. Quite clearly Freeman is still in a heightened mood after his successful attack. BK turns to look towards Freeman, and his face is clear. The expression says it all: “Is this guy for real?”
BK London: ...excuse me? No-no, you must've mistaken me for someone who cares..
This causes Freeman to turn. After BK’s line, Freeman’s expression is no longer as happy as it was before. Now it is back to the expression that Freeman shows quite often. A very serious and dangerous face that is always deliberate and plotting. When he speaks it is slowly and carefully. Every word chosen.
Freeman: Someone who cares? BK London, you better care, because right now the whole fe'ds on notice. I came up short when I challenged for the world title, and I am not about to let momentum slip away. I’m going to win the International Championship and MAKE it prestigious. And I will then work my way up from there. The funny thing is, though, that you yourself are merely a tag champion. A useless belt to be sure. Unless you are looking to be a Grand Slam Champion there’s no purpose in having it. In fact, I didn’t realize we even HAD a tag division until you won it. How could anybody not notice THAT though?. Oh, you made sure all eyes were on you. BK London, desperate for fame and attention as always.
BK is getting increasingly more annoyed as the conversation goes on. At first he didn’t seem to take Freeman’s words too seriously, obviously seeing Freeman as beneath him. But it’s hard to ignore it as time goes on.
BK London: You know, five years ago those words would've probably scorned me and burrowed deep in my mind. But right now, I simply look at you and - and I could care less. Unlike you Freeman, I've pretty much done it all - twice. I've beaten the who's who of wrestlers that have come through this company, I've climbed to the top of the mountain more than anyone else, and when this company goes under - I will be known as the most decorated wrestler in ACW history. So, why should I care about your sad little insults? I'm not desperate for attention at all, I'm -
Freeman: - You aren’t desperate for fame and attention? Interesting. From what I remember, you retired last year did you not?
BK London: That I did...what's your point?
Freeman: My point is that I’m getting quite sick of people like you. First Atomic Kitsune, and then Steve Phillips. Now BK London. Three people who I should not be able to run into in these hallways because quite frankly, you should not be here. You show up out of nowhere at Omega Effect, and win those tag titles in a way to ensure that nobody could HELP from noticing you. Because god forbid BK London take a second out of the spotlight.
Freeman’s criticisms seem ridiculous to BK, who had absolutely no intention of winning the tag titles. He had come back, but wanted nothing to do with Jay Zero, that’s for sure. He certainly did not go out to that ring hoping to leave it a tag team champion, and now Freeman is going to attempt to vilify him?
BK London: I had no intention of winning the Tag Titl-
Freeman: - Just admit it. Enough with your excuses. You should have stepped out of here months ago. ACW has had more than its fill of BK London. And it’s only a matter of time before you raise your sights higher isn’t it? Let me guess…you’ll be entering the Emperor of the Ring tournament next month? Are you going to attempt to take a title shot from a young rising star just so you can hold onto your position? Feeling a little threatened that you come back into ACW and realize that there are others who have taken your place while you were gone? Feeling a little possessive of that main event spot? Perhaps you’re thinking that you have to rise back up there at any cost. It’s always the same with people like you. Ten years from now you’ll STILL be clinging to that spot, and there will be many superstars who will have their chance at success taken from them by your actions. But I’ve got news for you. If you were hoping to achieve that this year you’re in for a surprise, because I myself will be entering the Emperor of the Ring tournament, and I will be winning it. And then, I will go on to face The Senator in the rematch of the century - where I WILL -
BK London: For the love of god shut the hell up. Talk talk talk talk talk! That's all you do. Tell me Freeman, how did that first title match go for you? Just tell me that, and we'll have our answer!
Freeman snarls at BK, BK’s sarcasm hardly subtle.
Freeman: Never you mind. You see, I may not have won the title as of yet, but that does not mean I am not going to. I did not win it on my first shot, but was I really expected to? I came in with high hopes but I failed myself. That does not mean that I am ready to give up and go home. You see, it is going to be people such as yourself that feed me. People such as you that cling to that spot and still manage to keep the eternal respect of the fans. Atomic Kitsune and Steve Phillips both learned that I can go toe to toe with them, and take them to their limits. But these fans see it as well. These fans---
BK London: These fans see you for the loser that you are, just like everyone else in this locker room. Just when did mediocrity become a form of excellence, huh? "Oh, I almost beat AK - but I had a good match with her!", "Oh, I could've won the title against Senator - but I put up a good fight!", that's no substitute! You played mind games with AK - burning down her house, cutting her hair, and could you break her? - NO! You then used your "awesome match" with Alicia to somehow weasel yourself into a pay-per view main event - but did you win that? NO! You're 0 for 2 Freeman! And that, more than anything else, makes you a loser! You say you're sick of me coming around and trying to steal your limelight? I'm tired of you new kids trying to convince the world that being second best is ok! Nearly winning Fallen Heroes is not ok! Losing against two former World Champions is not ok! The only thing you need to worry about, is winning. You can't become champion - if you don't win. Get that through your thick skull, loser!
Freeman is turning to the losing side of this argument rather quickly, and he does not like this change of events. BK is spouting criticisms of Freeman that are hard to combat. But Freeman doesn’t allow BK’s words to affect him. He has faith in himself, and a confidence that he won’t allow to break. Freeman feels his anger rising, and is helpless to prevent it.
Freeman: Oh, yeah?! Is that what you think?! Well how about this, then. How about this. Why don’t you prove it! Why don’t you just show me that I’m really worth nothing. Why don’t you crush me if you can! But you know what? I’ve had it with BK London and his reclaimed glory. NOBODY is coming back into this company after retiring and then expecting to get to the top, and I’m not going to allow you to have any semblance of self-importance. Right now you can look in the mirror every night, and say that you’re the tag team champion. You’re a “champion”! WELL THAT’S GOING TO CHANGE. You know what, BK? I’m going to TAKE your tag title belt and then we’ll see who’s laughing.
BK London: Suddenly the tag team titles aren't as worthless eh?
Freeman: You think I want the BELT?! I couldn't care less about that belt. I just don’t want YOU to have it. AND YOU WON’T! COME WARFARE THAT BELT WILL BE IN THE POSSESSION OF JASON FREEMAN!
Freeman breathes heavily, trying to calm himself down after his outburst. BK seems a bit amused, more than worried, but Freeman is deathly serious. He has a goal now, it seems. To make BK London pay. But the question running through the minds of all the fans is a puzzling one. How is Freeman going to challenge for the tag titles without a partner? Its not like Freeman is on good terms with anybody, either. Who is he possibly going to find to do this? He can’t exactly challenge for the belts by himself. Has he really not thought this through? Is it possible he just threw this out there without a plan? Unlikely.
BK: A tag title shot…I didn’t even know you had a partner!
Freeman: Oh, don’t you worry yourself about that…I’ve got a partner!
The sly grin that hits Freeman’s face is not a pleasant one.
Freeman: And BK, I’m not going to give you a cliché parting line. I’m not going to tell you to enjoy your last days with the belt. I’m going to leave you with a parting message much simpler. Something that sums up all of my feelings at once. This is exactly what I think of YOU, BK.
And just like that, Freeman like lightning shoots his hand forward and SLAPS BK across the face hard. BK doesn’t see it coming, and clutches his cheek while turning his head. Freeman gives a smirk and walks off relatively quickly, and as BK snaps his head up after the initial shock of the blow, he sees that Freeman is all the way down the hallway. BK almost chases after him, but then he stops himself. Right now is not the moment, but Freeman is NOT going to get away with that one.
Fade.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 20, 2009 15:59:30 GMT -5
Segment: Numba One Fan! (Credit: Train and Spade And Cheng)
We open backstage and right away we see Jake Cheng talking to some crew member. It is unknown what they are saying but the audience cheers at the sight of the "new" light heavyweight championship. A title that he has with him as we speak sitting on his shoulder. He laughs and smirks to the crew member who writes something down then turns away and starts walking. However, he sees a really large man standing adjacent to him. He stops and turns to him then continues walking. The man is really really tall and has a bushy mustache and a long trench coat with a top hat. The man goes after Cheng.
Man: MR. CHENG! MR. CHENG! PLEAZE WAIT!
Cheng stops and turns around.
Jake Cheng: Yes?
Man: LIZTEN! I AM A HUGE FAN OF ZE AH SEE DOBLE OO! And I vanted to get yor autograph!
Jake Cheng: Hmm....you seem familiar....
Man: Vat do you mean?
Jake Cheng: I don't know....Just something about you.
Man: Datz odd. Can I ztill have yor autograph?
Jake Cheng: I suppose. Do you have a pen or anything?
Man: Oh zure! Here joo go!
The man takes a pen out of his coat and hands it to the "champion." He then grabs a picture of Jake Cheng as the world champion and hands it to him.
Jake Cheng: Oh yes...
Man: Hahaha! Remember when joo were da champion?
Jake Cheng: Yes, good times.
Man: 'N then you lozt the title after one month! Hahaha!
Jake doesn't take kindly to the man's remarks but gives a fake chuckle to not make him feel bad.
Jake Cheng: So who am I making this out to?
Man: Uhh...umm....Pierre Trainz...
Jake Cheng: Alright.
Jake Cheng signs the picture then hands it back to the man. Then turns to begin walking again when--
"Pierre": Oh wait! One more thing pleaze! Can I haz picture?
Jake Cheng: *Sigh* I guess. Do you have a camera?
"Pierre": Of courze! Let me get it.
Pierre reaches into his pocket and grabs a camera. He then pulls Cheng close to him and holds the camera out in front. Right away Jake struggles a bit but "Pierre's" grip is tight. Suddenly, a really really bright flash occurs that blinds Cheng but "Pierre" seems to be untouched by it.
Jake Cheng: AHH! MY EYES! Jeez that was a bright flash!
"Pierre": Oh by the way Jake! I'm taking back my title!
Jake Cheng: WHAT?
"Pierre" takes off his hat and fake mustache along with his trench coat. Oh my! Its Thunder Train! Train quickly gives a cheap shot to the blinded Cheng that sends him down. As he falls Train grabs the championship belt from him and runs away. "HAHAHA!" is heard as Train makes his way down the hallway. Help comes for Cheng who looks like hes knocked out. However, he quickly comes to and looks around, frustrated at what just happened.
Fade.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 20, 2009 16:00:37 GMT -5
VorteX vs. Jonny Spade (Chris Phenomenal)
Quick, high tempo match up this was. VorteX riding the wave of momentum after picking up the Entertainment Title while Jonny looks to get back on the horse so to speak. The match opened up with a tie up in the center of the ring before Jonny scored with a waistlock take down and went promptly into a hammerlock. TeX managed to get to his feet against the hold and walked back through it before throwing Jonny with a nice judo style throw and then a drop kick as he got up that earned him the one count.
Tex didn’t look to give Jonny any reprieve firing him into the corner and delivering a solid round of chops before Jonny was able to reverse positions in order to save his own skin and come back with a few blows of his own before connecting with a side knee lift, sledge elbow and then an S--Drop 1 that nearly ended the match but Tex was able to kick out at two.
Jonny from there controlled the pace of the match until VorteX was able to reverse and S Drop III and turn it into his own move, rolling up Spade that looked to have ended it but Spade narrowly kicked out. Some high paced action lead us to home as eventually Spade missed with a clohtesline attempt and on the rebound VorteX was able to connect with the Psychosurgery and pick up the win.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 20, 2009 16:01:09 GMT -5
Segment: Bon Anniversere, Or Whatever Anniversary Is In French (Credit: Dan White)
We fade in to the ACW arena, and there's no time for even the usual panning of the crowd. This is as “Anarchy in the UK” by the Sex Pistols hits the PA system, prompting the fans to come off their seats and show their appreciation to the Welsh Dragon, Dan White. And the Welshman duly follows out through the curtain, albeit not in his wrestling gear, as he is not booked for the show tonight. Instead, he wears some fitted jeans with a trend navy blue t-shirt, and some smart tennis footwear, as he walks down the ramp. With a microphone in his hand, you know that he's ready to speak on the microphone, and he enters the ring to another loud pop. As his music fades, the crowd listen on in, ready to hang on his every word, like so many of ACW does. Apart from Freeman, because he can't read.
Dan White: A lot of people do not last a very long time in this business. You place of work chops and change from time to time. I mean hell, I'm no saint. I've hardly kept to the same place over the years. Back in the day I was chopping and changing between the big three British companies as it were, in SWF, SCW and ABCW. I honestly don't think I had any longer than a six-month streak before I was off to the next fed. And that continued for a long, long time. It set the bench mark for what I am today, my time in the United Kingdom. The wrestler I was, the man I was becoming, and the aims that I would hope to be able to cross off my list. And back then, I was no different. I would never tie myself to one company because I knew that another could offer me more money for doing a few shows, or that I would be offered bigger prizes by signing for a couple of months. It was a strange time in my life, but it is the life that a lot of wrestlers lead in this place. You see so many people chopping and changing where they go. Where they wrestle at, where they make a wage. You could argue that these people do not care about the fans that come to cheer them on every week, but you could also claim that all they are doing is trying to make an honest buck, to keep them going.
All this has a point, albeit I have rambled on a little bit. Today it is the 20th of August, 2009. Tomorrow will be a particularly special experience for myself. Although I obviously signed a contract before the event, Heatwave was the first time I showed my face on ACW television, on the 21st of August, 2004. It will be my fifth year, to the date, that I will have spent in this company. I mean sure, you have to argue that for a portion of this time, I was off trying to expand my name on the celebrity front. And admittedly, that didn't exactly go to plan. I mean a Hip Hop album? I'm not even into that kind of shit. And I'm pretty sure that my cologne was off the shelves after just a week, or something along those lines. But this company has always stuck by me. It's like mum, really. When everything is shit and you've completely fucked up, you can always go back to your mum. And I've had to do that on more than one occasion. That said, I have returned here for other reasons than because I've had nowhere else to go. Revenge, the goals I had set out for myself, and the protection of my friends have all been factors in the past to why I have always come back.
But I had to take a good look at myself when I woke up this morning, and checked my mirror. Well actually, it was the afternoon but we'll let bygones be bygones. When I look back on everything I have achieved in this company, I have to wonder....am I satisfied with what I have accomplished?
He pauses, taking a few deep breaths as he allows the crowd to take in what's been said so far.
Dan White: I mean being one of ACW's longest servers is one thing, but I do not accept mediocrity in my life. I simply can't. I am not one of those people who can just be happy sitting in a job, seldom getting noticed, earning the occasional raise and promotion every now and then as a token of my loyalty, and to go on to retire, having been proud of the fact that they'd done a satisfactory job throughout their life. Eventually, these people die, and within two or three generations, they're forgotten. Nobody knows about these people. Their great-grandchildren will not know about them because in large, there was nothing particularly notable to say about these people. But you know what? That's absolutely fine. Some people can live their whole lives knowing that other than their immediate peers, they won't have left a lasting impression on this world, and once the last person that knew them personally dies, then their life becomes insignificant. And that is fine. Some people are very happy knowing that they will not be remembered fifty or sixty years down the line.
He pauses again, moving the microphone from his face; looking down at his shoes, he lets out a chuckle, before looking back up, and resuming.
Dan White: I'm just different to that. There are so many people that have joined ACW, and haven't accomplished a great amount during their tenure. And that is fine. For me, it isn't. I am not like that. Even when I first joined here and I was back of the queue, and the likes of Ridley, White Rose, Macho Man RDK and Bladeshadow had unquantified lengths of talent more than me, I still wanted to be on top. I had let that be known during my first interview here. I am not somebody who is happy just sitting there all my career and being that adequate guy. I'm the guy who strives to be at the top. I have to be at the top of this company, and it has taken me five full years to get here. Granted, I do not have the physical accolades in my possession that would confirm this, but you know as much as I do, that that's just a matter of time. But for such a long time, from winning the Entertainment Title at Hellbound Heart 2004 to my suspension in summer 2005, I knew that one day, I would be standing as the top of this company.
He's becoming slightly more emotional and driven as he speaks.
Dan White: So we can look at my achievements here in this company. My debut match, a Battle Royale, I manage to eliminate three of the five guys thrown out prior to me! I made an impression, I can tell you that right there. Then I win the Entertainment Title, I defeat Kain, and before I know it, I am regularly fighting the likes of BK London and Latino on a weekly basis. That's a phenomenal achievement for an arrogant youngster who has never wrestled in a global company such as ACW before. I then win the Light-Heavyweight title, defeat Bladeshadow not once, but twice! The first person I ever beat who had previously won the World Heavyweight Title. I break records with my title reign, until it is stripped off of me and handed to the very person that almost tore this company apart, Jade Amuro. But that's not all! No more than a year after joining, and I'm a headliner on PPV. Not once, but twice in a row! Sure, I failed to bring the big one home, but what, pray tell, can you do? I help lead The Untouchables to a grand run, I assist my peers in winning the Tag Team Titles twice, and after a few rough moments I manage to get my life back on track. And then I get stomped in the head.
Dan pauses abruptly, not liking to remind himself of the incident that very nearly cost him not only his career, but his life. He is, if you are unaware, talking about the Ghetto Stomp through a table that Starkweather planted on him, from an elevated platform, no less.
Dan White: It took me a long time to recover from the head injury, but I still strove on. I went to rehab. I had a painkiller addiction. But did I let it stop me in my tracks? No-sir-ee. I locked myself in a motel room for a week, and got off the bloody things! I come back and become the new Commissioner for ACW, before I gave that up for the Entourage. After I'm kicked out of that stable, I sought revenge on the stable leader, Thunderkiss. I managed to scare the living Jesus out of him, and was once again inches from winning the World title, this time at Fallen Heroes 2008! I then win the tag team titles with Whitesnake, a quest that took me over three years to do. But did I ever doubt myself? You better think twice if you think I ever did! I became the first person ever to win two matches at Omega Effect, beating my Heatwave opponent! I then later in the year defeated no less than FIVE other men in the stipulation that my Heatwave match is! RDK, Jonny Hughes, Scott Andrews, Jake Steele and Jason Freeman all succumbed to me! I took the International title! Sure, my reign ultimately proved to be short, but I had made a thorough point.
He pauses once more
Dan White: ...Which brings me on to the last piece of the jigsaw puzzle. When I looked in that mirror this morning, I thought to myself, “okay, so I have done all this in my career. It's not that bad when you consider that for 18 months of that period I was not an active wrestler”. But I also feel like something is missing. The ACW World Heavyweight Championship, to give it its full title. And at Heatwave, in just nine days time, I have the chance to complete the jigsaw puzzle. But let's forget about everything. Let's forget about my past. Let's forget about how much of a corrupt bastard our champion is. Let's forget about the Hell in a Cell, just for one moment, and let's focus on myself, and Senator Steve Phillips.
Boos emanate around the arena, and Dan allows them to make their rounds before continuing.
Dan White: In nine days time at Heatwave, you better bloody believe that I'm going to give it absolutely everything. I am going to give you my all. Because I know that having given it my all before, I have been able to beat you in the past. I want to assure you that I am going to give you absolutely everything I have got. You will get a full tank, and by the end I'll be nigh on empty, burning nothing but muscle. You will get every ounce of strength, every drop of sweat and blood, every idea, all the passion I have. You will get it all. Everything that the Welsh Dragon has to offer, I am going to put it into that main event next Saturday. And I can promise you, that it will give you the fright of your life. You may be experienced in the ring, you may call yourself a wrestling veteran, but you won't ever have come up with what I've got in store for you. I can one hundred percent guaran-fucking-tee that you will have the match of your life.
As the crowd cheers, he looks into the camera, with every bit of passion as he promises to deliver at the Pay Per View.
Dan White: And when I can hold that belt around my waist, I will be able to be happy with what I've achieved. And that, Senator, will be the right.....touch....
”Anarchy in the UK” by the Sex Pistols hits again, and there's a huge pop as Dan turns away from the camera, dropping the microphone, and resting his arms against the ropes. A rather emotionally driven segment, sure, but he came out with an intention, and Senator will hopefully see that Dan White now is now more than ready for Heatwave. But whilst he can talk the talk, can he walk the walk?
We'll find out in 9 days.
Fade Out.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 20, 2009 16:01:46 GMT -5
Segment: That'll Do (Credit: Yoko / Sarin)
Just say, "Hey Yuki! Been a while!"
No, that's stupid. It would hurt her to act like nothing's happened.
Taking Sarin's advice, Yoko Satoshi is finally going to reunite with her sister after a two year absence. She'd probably be somewhere close to Rattlesnake...
Oh, that would make it unbearable if he were there. Maybe it isn't a good time to do this.
But then, when?
I need a strategy, I can't confront her unprepared. Otherwise she'd be too disappointed. I can't, not yet. Not...
Unsurprisingly, Yoko has ended up back at her own locker room. Sarin is standing next to the door with her arms crossed.
Sarin: Didn't do it?
Yoko shakes her head.
Sarin: Too nervous?
Yoko nods.
Sarin: You're not negotiating peace between nations at war, Yoko, you're apologizing to your sister and letting her know you still love her.
Yoko: What if she hates me?
Sarin: Yuki doesn't hate you.
Yoko: She could! She-
Sarin: Would you prefer to set this aside for another time, then?
Yoko: Yes!
Sarin: I'll allow it this one time, but only because I need you 100% focused on our big return match tonight. Ok?
Yoko: I can do that. Thanks.
Crisis averted...For now.
End Segment.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 20, 2009 16:02:32 GMT -5
Segment: Renegotiation (Credit: Jason Freeman, Dave Shadow, Jay Zero & BK London)
As we cut backstage, we find Dave in his locker room, sitting on his couch and watching the show on a large monitor, hanging from the wall. Dave doesn't look to be in the greatest mood tonight, which isn't surprising considering the attack on his brother only a few days ago. Despite the shot at the World title later tonight, he obviously wants to be some place else. This feeling is only made worse as the door to the dressing room opens, and Jason Freeman walks in.
Dave leaps to his feet, looking like he wants to take a swing at Freeman, the only man who claims to know who is behind the string of attacks plaguing Dave. Before he can though, Freeman puts his hands up, stopping him in his tracks. Dave pauses, keeping his fist pulled back for a few moments before relenting. He knows that attacking Freeman would only make matters worse.
Freeman: You know, Dave, if you want information from me it was not a very smart move for you to pin me in that match on Monday. That was my chance you know. My chance for a world title shot.
While Freeman HAS seemed to be influencing Dave Shadow a bit because of the fact that he claims to know who attacked him, but this is too far.
Dave: Yeah, well guess what Freeman. It was my chance as well. You're not the only one who wants a crack at the World title. In fact, you got your chance at Seven Deadly Sins. So excuse me if I saw an opportunity and took it. You left yourself wide open. What was I meant to do, ignore it? No, screw you Freeman. Even if I lose tonight, at least I know I tried. Now drop the games. Are you going to tell me who attacked me and Jay or do I have to beat it out of you?
Freeman regards Shadow with an unreadable expression, until he actually smirks? Instead of being annoyed at Shadow he seems to be amused. Shadow doesn’t seem to be enjoying this reaction however, perhaps feeling that Freeman is somehow being condescending. Freeman nods his head however, seeming satisfied.
Freeman: You know, Shadow, I admire that. I really do. That lust to win gold at any cost, even if it means personal sacrifice. It’s something I would have done myself. I’ve always known that you were a smart man. That you and I were not too different in thought process. That we were on the same page in many ways, and you’ve proved it. Well, then. Just for that, I’m willing to give you a second chance. You see, you haven’t quite blown it yet. You can still find out your attacker.
Dave: Woah, so let me get this straight. You don't hold a grudge over the fact I beat you in the ring and that I cost you a shot at the title? Listen, I may not like you but I damn sure know what you're about, so excuse me if I'm having just a bit of trouble believing you.
Freeman: Well I’m a complicated man, Dave. No, I hold no grudge. Sure, I would have liked to win that shot, but I can respect the reasoning that led to you doing what you did. Now, of course, you still must uphold by my original terms. An International Championship match at Heatwave. Now of course, there was a problem with that but I have helped you out yet again. I have made your decision much easier by taking out Jeff Jefferson tonight. With any luck, he won’t even be able to make it to Heatwave. If he can’t, then you have no challenger. There. Everything is settled.
Shadow thinks it over. Jefferson COULD be taken out but would it truly be until Heatwave? Or will he just be back the next show? It’d be pretty bad for Shadow if he was to just make a new match for Heatwave. Jefferson would not be pleased. But…still…as of right now Jefferson was just assaulted and Freeman still holds that knowledge of his attacker. Now that it’s in front of him, he makes a decision he thinks that he might regret…but yet he does it anyways.
Dave: …Fine. You've got your match
Freeman: A smart decision. Now in the case that Jefferson does come back ready to fight, I need your word that you will do all in your power to keep me in the match.
Shadow doesn’t like this part quite as much…but he again makes the decision that will get him closer to his goal.
Dave: Fine, fine, fine. You’ve got what you want, and now it’s time for me to get what I want. WHO was it?
Freeman: Not so fast. How do I know that you’re not going to change the deal? You see, I’m not stupid. If I was to tell you what would cause you to enforce our agreement? No, Dave, you will get your answers at Heatwave. And not until the final bell has rang and the match is over.
Dave: And how exactly can I be sure you'll live up to your end of the agreement?
Freeman: By that point, it no longer matters to me so why wouldn’t I? Right now I benefit from withholding that information to myself, and after I receive my title match it will be of no use to me. You will hear the name you want to hear at Heatwave and no earlier.
Dave: Yeah, yeah. Now do me a favour and bugger off, would you?
Freeman: Well, there is just ONE tiny term more…
Freeman has turned away towards the door and stopped before uttering this, so Shadow is unable to see the smirk that spreads across his face as he says this. Dave doesn’t like the sound of Freeman’s voice however.
Dave: Mother of....another term?
Freeman: Indeed, but just a small one. You see, I recently had a bit of an altercation with one BK London. Long story short, I have challenged him to a tag team title match on Warfare.
Dave: Let me guess, you want me to distract him or do something to help you win the match. Freeman, this is your problem. I've already agreed to the title match at Heatwave, so you don't need my help with BK. You and whichever poor unfortunate bastard who has agreed to team with you can take him yourselves.
Shadow doesn’t even give a thought as to who Freeman’s partner is though…
Freeman: Now, that’s where you’re wrong. I do need your help. You see Dave, it’s going to be BK London and Jay Zero defending their ACW tag team titles – against Jason Freeman…and Dave Shadow!
The reaction from Shadow is not good. He does not like this idea at all!
Dave: Wait, what? You....you want me to be your partner? Dude, what the hell are you smoking?
Freeman: There’s no better man for the job. And if you would like to get that information, you must uphold ALL my terms. If you want to know your assailant, you must team up with me in this match. That’s all there is to it. Now can I expect to see you out there in the ring on Monday?
Dave: Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Hey, by then I could be a Double champ. May as well go for a Triple...
Freeman smiles to himself.
Freeman: Perfect. You see how much easier it is when we cooperate?
Freeman reaches for the knob, turning it and with that last sentence - he exits the locker room. However, he - like the fans in the audience - are oblivious to what's on the other side of that door. As Freeman shuts the door behind him, out of nowhere BK London and Jay Zero walk into the camera shot and London strikes Freeman with a swift kick to the abdomen.
A punch nearly cracks the jaw of Freeman, sending him stumbling backwards right into Jay Zero who manages to lock his former Omega Effect buddymate in a Full Nelson - immobolizing him. Freeman's unable to move anything but his legs, which he's swinging around wildly - however London brings a stop to that. A swift punt to the family jewels sends Freeman into a whole new world of hurt, and his resistance eventually fades.
A smirk grows across London's face, and he delivers punch after punch to the open abdomen of Jason Freeman. Each punch sends the wind racing out of the lungs of Freeman, and he eventually begins to lose his breath. Soon enough, London decides to bring even more pain and he dishes out a hard knee to his ribs. Freeman coughs as he tries to take in any air that he can, and eventually Jay Zero lets him go and drops him down to the ground.
The contender for the International Championship is unable to mount any offense, but he sees fit to attempt to make it back up to his feet. A wrong move, as London plants a huge kick right into his ribs - sending him back into his world of pain.
Hearing the screams and moans from outside his locker room, Shadow peeks out to see who's smashing Rena in the hallway again - but instead, he sees his Heatwave foe - and tag team partner for Monday laid out, with the two perperators still on the scene. BK London and Jay Zero turn their heads towards Dave, and approach him cool and calmly - leaving Freeman to keel over and die at any second, or at least they hope he does as they wallow in their own crapulence.
Shadow doesn't move at all, showing no signs of backing down from these two men. BK London stares a hole through Shadow from the front, while the sneaky snake Jay Zero makes his way behind Shadow - and Shadow doesn't take his eye off him for a second.
Jay Zero: So, I heard you and your partner were giving my partner a hard time. You two may have your own problems, but you better learn to solve them come Monday. You've seen what we have done to the tag team division, and we have no problem doing the same to you. Get some rest, you'll need it, champ! [/b]
London and Zero take their leave from this situation, and Shadow turns around and simply watches them make their way down the corridor. He looks over at Jason Freeman, who's obviously hurt and questions whether or not he should help him. A stressful sigh is released from Shadow before the segment fades out completely.
Fade Out.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 20, 2009 16:03:57 GMT -5
Tonights edition of Thursday Night Meltdown is brought to you by, Lurkercatch.comFuck-Jason Freeman
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 20, 2009 16:05:01 GMT -5
Match 4: Flower Power vs. The Capitalists (Credit: BK London)
Phillip: This match is scheduled for one fall, making their way to the ring first at a combined weight of 208 pouds, Yoko Satoshi & Sarin Rossi - Flower Power!
"Flower of Carnage" pumps through the system, and stepping through the curtain for the first time in active competition since they retired the Tag Team Titles years ago are none other than the duo of Yoko Satoshi and Sarin Rossi - Flower Power. Both have improved vastly since their small departure, with now both being former World Champions in their own right - so they should be damn impressive in the ring.
Yoko and Sarin make their way into the ring, where they talk briefly amongst themselves to the huge pop from the fans - and await their opponents.
It's amazing, I'm the reason Everybody's fired up this evening...[/i]
'Fast' Eddie Edison: [/b] Hold up a minute, that's not any Capitalist song I ever heard
'Max McNally: [/b] You're right, that's the theme of BK London & Jay Zero - what could these two guys want?
Wait a second, that's not the theme of the former ACW Tag Team Champions The Capitalists. Instead, none other than the ACW Tag Team Champions Jay Zero and BK London step onto the scene with a smirk on their faces. No one knows where Fitsharris and Kalb have gone, but BK London and Jay Zero seem to be calmy striding towards the ring - and both Yoko and Sarin are ready for the oncoming battle.
'Max McNally: [/b] I think they're gonna give the crowd exactly what they want, and that's a fight! Hold onto your socks Eddie, this is going to be one hell of a ride!
London and Zero reach the bottom of the ramp and drop their tag team championships to their feet before advancing towards the ring. They hop up on the apron, but before they can make their way up to a full vertical base on the apron...they drop back down. They now back off, taking a few steps back and the crowd doesn't like this one bit at all.
Zero now calls for someone from the back, and a very familiar theme strikes.
'Max McNally: [/b] Wh-who are they calling for? Oh no...
'Fast' Eddie Edison: [/b] That's G-Unit, what are they doing out here? You don't think - you don't think that! No...it can't be...
"Wont Back Down" By Fuel comes to life and now the former tag team champions Jonny Spade and Gooey Garth - known as G-Unit, decides to make their presence known. The smile from Jay Zero grows as the pair walk down to the ring. Spade is fresh off a loss to VorteX, but he plans to win the battle tonight it taking out Flower Power alongside the the Tag Team Champions.
Jonny Spade & Gooey Garth meet BK London and Jay Zero at the bottom of the stage, and they all give one another the nod of approval. One by one, they take a different side of the ring to surround Sarin Rossi & Yoko Satoshi - who don't move from their fighting stance.
'Max McNally: [/b] This is a first ever in ACW history folks..G-Unit, Jay Zero, and BK London all working side by side!
'Fast' Eddie Edison: [/b] This unholy alliance spells bad news for Flower Power! I tell you that!
Slowly enough, they all hope onto the apron and slowly enter the ring - each moving back once a member of Flower Power rushes toward them. London enters the ring first, followed by Gooey Garth, then Jonny Spade, and finally Jay Zero - and the crowd is hating every second of this. As the foursome inches closer, Flower Power backs up until they bump into one another.
They all wait for the signal to strike from Jay Zero, but something completely different happens.
Without any warning, BK London and Jay Zero decide to drop down to the mat and roll under the bottom rope before returning ringside. They head back to the mouth of the ramp before picking up their ACW Tag Team Championships and slinging them over their shoulder before heading up the ramp, and the magnitude of heat from the fans is off the charts.
'Max McNally: [/b] Double CROSSED!
'Fast' Eddie Edison: [/b] You can't trust these men McNally. You can't trust them as far as you can throw them, and it's G-Unit's own fault for getting into this mess with BK London & Jay Zero! While this isn't one of the better scenarios, they knew not to trust them going into this!
'Max McNally: [/b] Still! How could they have passed up an offer like this? This sort of stuff from London & Zero is...it's disrespectul dammit!
Jonny Spade & Gooey Garth stand puzzled in the ring, and then it all dawns on them that they have been double crossed. The expression on Jonny's face goes from one of confusion to complete anger, as he watches the two men he should've never trusted in the first place walk out of this - as if they had this planned all along.
Meanwhile, Flower Power isn't just going to let this beatdown attempt slide - even if G-Unit was double crossed by London and Zero. A spinning crescent kick - known more widely as The Rin Spin connects to the side of Gooey's head which immediately floors him. Spade, seeing this out the corner of his eye - goes to help his fallen partner, but he too is caught off guard with a Roundhouse Kick to the face by Yoko Satoshi to bring him down to his knees. Spade however, isn't completely knocked out - and he slowly begins to rise up to his feet following that Roundhouse kick. No worry, Flower Power have a move they've been waiting to use just in case that happened.
Getting on opposing sides of Spade, they size him up and each deliver a spinning heel kick to the head - connecting perfectly with The Rinko Kick. Lights out.
'Max McNally: [/b] Whoa! A Rinko Kick! Spade is definitely KOed after that maneuver!
'Fast' Eddie Edison: [/b]But will they be able to hit that at Heatwave? That's the question...
While Rossi and Satoshi are very much satisfied with what they just pulled off, they won't be completely satisfied until they get their hands on BK London & Jay Zero, who watched the entire thing from the top of the ramp. The team doesn't look too impressed, but then again - they've seen it all in that ring.
At Heatwave, these 3 teams will be in for the ride of their lives - the question is, which team will walk out ACW Tag Team Champions?
Fade Out
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 20, 2009 16:05:33 GMT -5
Segment: The Last Word... (Credit: BK London & Jay Zero)
As we return to commercials, we see BK London & Jay Zero high tailing it out the building with the duffel bags slung over their shoulders and their limo waiting for them in the parking lot. And just as how Anderson bugged them on the way in, he sees fit to balance the universe by doing the same thing on their way out.
Kevin Anderson: London! Zero! Do you have any words for what just happened in the ring? Do you think what you did to G-Unit was fair?
Jay Zero: Fair? Fuck fair! We don't fight to be fucking fair - we fight to win! And that's exactly what happened - now get the fuck outta my face skidmark! [/b]
Zero hops in the limo, and it drives off as the brief segment fades out.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 20, 2009 16:06:09 GMT -5
(Title: Claiming the Town 5/7) (Credit: Chris Phenomenal) Voice: I would advise you drop what ever you are doing Chris, I know far more about you than anyone else. I knew once you realized I was around you’d come after me so I’ve taken the liberty of recreating one of your past adventures. I’m sure you understand what I am speaking of.
With that a click is heard as the face of Chris has gone pasty white, as the ghosts of Chris’ past once again come back to him, but this time the scene fades away. |
The scene opens up with Chris Phenomenal standing on top of a roof of a large apartment complex, not much unlike the one that up until three days ago had been home to his base. With it demolished however, there is no longer any dicking about. It is a time to take arms against sea of troubles and by opposing end them. With binoculars to his face Chris’ gaze is set on a gated upscale manor across the way, heavily protected by a second gate covered in barbed wire, a long open garden with patrol towers on top with armed men focused on keeping out any unwanted persons. If one were to not know any better they would believe that behind everything was a high security prison, however Chris knows better.
Beyond those gated walls lies his arch enemy, Justin “Kamikaze” Times. Former HPW Intercontinental Champion, former HPW Heavyweight Champion, former IeWA Grand Slam Champion. The amount of gold he has worn around his waist could plate a suit of armor. However money is easy come, easy go, and when it all dried up he resorted to another way of making it, a criminal empire. As Chris looks on at the landscape of the land he drops the binoculars and looks down at a small coil bound note book and makes an accurate sketch, a small line showing where the blind spots may be for the guards at the right time. If there is one problem with regimented patrol it is that it becomes somewhat easy to predict, something that Chris hopes will work to his advantage.
Markings complete Chris looks up at the house in the distance, focusing in his binoculars on how to get into the house with out raising an alarm. So far Chris has not been able to find a suitable entry point that would leave him close enough to times water facing bedroom. From behind him a suggestion comes that maybe if they can get around on the water they can hit Kamikaze with a sniper shot. Chris raises his binoculars from his eyes and spins on his heels to see the man, one of two keeping watch on Chris.
Chris Phenomenal: Are you fucking retarded?
Never one to mince words, the bluntness of Chris comes across a little strong as he looks at the man on his left who surprisingly doesn’t back down when Chris whips the gun out of his waistband and points it at him.
Chris Phenomenal: So what you’re proposing is that we go on open water, where there is no escape route and no cover, where the guards situated, there, there and there on his roof have open fire at us. You then propose that because we are fucking awesome that we’re somehow going to be able to avoid all that and then manage to shoot an arching shot that just manages to fly into the side of Kamikaze’s head. We’d have better luck hiring our Merlin’s corpse, conjuring fire and.
Chris looks at the man and then tucks his gun into the waist band, the look on his face meaning only one thing.
Chris Phenomenal: You’re a fucking genius.
The man stares at Chris not sure what exactly he means but is willing to take the compliment without understanding why. Sensing his comrades quandary, Chris enlightens him as to what he means.
Chris Phenomenal: There’s only so much space each man can cover, only so high that a bullet can go. So like Merlin we’re going to conjure fire from the air, it’s so simple yet brilliant.
The two men stare at Chris nodding their heads in approval of a plan that they still don’t quite comprehend.
Chris Phenomenal: It’s ingenious you see, Kamikaze has to have someone working in the ACW Airport, controlling the airspace over his little mansion there. However as part of my deal with ACW I get 20 hours of use of any airplane I want at the airport. All we need to make sure is that there’s a bomber available, we drop one on his house and force them to flee, during the chaos we send a wave of men in to attack and trying and box them in and keep a second wave nearest to all the exits, on the first sign of Kamikaze you blow his head off. It’s fucking perfect.
Now understand the two men quickly converse with one another as Chris reaches into the kangaroo pouch of his hoody and pulls out his cell phone and quickly calls up the ACW Airport. The phoen rings twice before getting answered and Chris waists no time.
Chris Phenomenal: It’s Chris Phenomenal calling and I was wondering if you guys have any bomber planes still functional.
The question of why can be heard but Chris is already on top of it, surprisingly quick on his feet.
Chris Phenomenal: Oh I’ve been reading as hard as that is to believe and considering my ACW deal gives me airplane usage I figured I may as well use it. I’ve already got a potential teacher on board, a former lieutenant in the United States Air Force willing to teach me how to fly one of the suckers, all I need is for you guys to have one of them.
Chris pauses for a moment waiting as the women on the other end checks the catalog before returning to the phone and judging by the fist pump the answer is obviously yes.
Chris Phenomenal: Alright thank you so much. I’ll get back to you on when I want to take it out for a spin. Take care.
Chris hangs up the phone as he turns and looks at the two men wearing neutral expressions.
Chris Phenomenal: Boys we’re back in business.
With that Chris turns his attention, this time away from the building itself and now the perimeter and possible escape routes as he routinely makes notes in his small notebook as the scene fades out to black.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Aug 20, 2009 16:08:54 GMT -5
IT'S SO HARD (TO SAY GOODBYE) [/color][/font] Rena Matheson Dave Shadow Michael Smart VorteX Jake Steele BK London Alex Storm[/i][/color][/center] Fade in from black, a chrome plate with "ACW" engraved in the front sits in the foreground of the shot. As we slowly and gradually ease out, the voice of Jack Steele, Jake Steele's uncle and trainer, is echoed by a microphone. The trainer to many professional wrestlers who have passed through ACW, such as Stan Vishis, Jake Steele... and The Reprobate... speaks loudly.Jack Steele: Many men have passed through the Steele basement. Many young, hungry men. Hungry for knowledge. Hungry for toughness. Hungry for skill. Not hungry for fame or money, like a lot of the people who get in to wrestling these days are. One man that I met, just a few years ago... came to me and he said "Jack... I need your help." I said "A lot of people need my help boy, get in line." But this boy said he was different. I could see it in his eye, this one was gonna be different. I saw something... not necessarily a great wrestler... but something great. When he came to me in the beginning, I thought that he had prior training, because he knew all of the basics. I found out later that he never even had a first training session before me. He was ahead of his time.We've now eased out to reveal Jack standing at a large podium in front of a large crowd of past and present ACW and GWF wrestlers. In the front row, we see Josh the Jersey Boy, Michael Smart, Falcon McKenzie, Dave Shadow, and Alex Storm. Seated behind them are a sea of faces that bring back many memories, too many to name. Some hold back tears and some simply look down. We cut back to the podium, now from a wide shot... to reveal a closed casket positioned in front of the elevated podium.Jack Steele: He was like a son to me. My nephew Jake and my son Rep.Jack looks down at the casket and then slowly walks down off the stage. He goes towards the casket as funeral organs play, and he places a hand on the casket. A young man with combed hair in a suit runs to the podium.Young Man: At this time, we will now have guest speakers. First, a friend of the family, Alex Storm.Alex heads up to the stage and stands at the podium as the crowd stands and claps.Alex Storm: Thank you. Rep... was a childhood friend of mine. We met in high school, and even though we were radically different in terms of personalities and high school "posses", we somehow related on some level. When my father died, Rep was the only one there to console me, and tell me about how he didn't even have a real father. He told me about how his mother passed away directly after giving birth to him. I felt fortunate, and I was. I was a popular kid, on the wrestling team. Rep wasn't in any group... in fact, he didn't have many friends. What he lacked in his childhood, he made up for in his adult life. He had several groups of loyal people at different times consisting of different people. I remember the night that Rep won the GWF Interbrand Championship. I was also in GWF and was watching the event on TV. I called him after the show and congratulated him on his highest GWF victory. He told me that on that night, he was finally proud of himself for the first time in his life.Alex wipes tears away as he continues reading from a paper.Alex Storm: I will always remember Rep as a man who, despite his personality flaws, was a great man. He had flaws, as we all do really. Sure, he had more flaws than any of us, but that made it just THAT much harder for him to succeed. It also made it just that much more amazinf that he did. I'll miss you Rep.Alex kisses his hand and places it in the air, and then walks off of the stage, ignoring the casket. He walks away, rather than returning to his seat. The emotions are too much for him.Young Man: The next guest speaker will be VorteX, a fellow wrestler.The crowd of wrestlers are a bit stunned to see Vortex take the stage, as he is the last person they would expect to be coming to Rep’s memorial. Nevertheless, Vortex surveys the silent crowd for a few moments before speaking.Vortex: A lot of you may be shocked to see me here, after all Rep and I have been through over the past three months. You may be wondering why I would come out here after being beaten repeatedly by Rep’s group, burned by Rep himself, and insulted in many other ways by the man. To be honest, I felt obligated to come out tonight, as I was the last man to wrestle Rep before his premature death. The crowd stirs a bit as Vortex begins pacing the ring.Vortex: Being the last man to wrestle him, I have a unique perspective. I can see how Rep was in ring before his death, whether or not his ring skills were good, bad, or mediocre at this point in his career. While Rep and I may not have gotten along on a personal level, I must admit his in-ring skills were strong. Even after not wrestling for months on end, Rep seemed to have a decent ‘ring sense’ if you will and gave me quite a run for my money at Seven Deadly Sins.No real noise emanates from the crowd aside from birds chirping in trees.Vortex: In short, the man’s backstage attitude was very ‘confrontational’ if you will. I tend to stay out of that sort of thing, so I look at the man from a competitor’s point of view. From that point of view, the man could have been a great ACW star had he been able to establish himself.With that, Vortex hands the microphone off and steps off of the stage.Young Man: The next guest speaker will be Michael Smart, a fellow wrestler for several years.The crowd stands and claps as Michael Smart walks up the stairs and over to the podium. He takes a paper out of his jacket and places it on the podium.Michael Smart: When I first met Rep, I thought he was a manipulative man. I thought that for quite a while, actually. But now... now I can't help but think that maybe I was too harsh in my judgement. Sure, he wasn't the nicest guy, but I'm sure that he was just acting out because of consequences from his childhood. I'm sure that in his heart he was a nice person that was misunderstood. I regret that I never got to know the undoubtedly good man inside The Reprobate.Smart backs away from the podium and walks off of the stage as the crowd politely claps again.Young Man: The next guest speaker will be BK London, another fellow wrestler.BK London walks to the podium and places his statement on the podium to read out.BK: He lived, he loved, he wrestled, and he died. Everything in between was just secondary to him. This is quite a loss in the wrestling world, and whether he was ruthless, cold-blooded, vindictive, or a combination of all 3 - he was still human. And that's all we can ask of him... BK backs away from the podium and steps off of the stage.Young Man: The next guest speaker will be Dave Shadow, Rep's former boss and fellow wrestler of several years.Dave Shadow approaches the podium, dressed in his finest suit and tie, his hair slicked back and looking far cleaner than everyone is perhaps used too. One would think that given the fact that one of his greatest enemies has departed, he might be full of joy. Alas, his face is one of great sorrow. Some members of the crowd look on with disapproval, knowing the history that exists... existed... between the two.Dave Shadow: I’m not a petty man. I did not like The Reprobate. We did not see eye to eye, and that was something which was public knowledge. But... God damn it, I didn’t want the bastard to die. He was a part of me, more than I’d like to admit. We had history, but it was this history which shaped me into the person I have become today. As such, I do owe a debt of gratitude to the man. One thing is for sure. Controversial or not, he made life interesting.Dave looks round, wondering if he should perhaps say more, but finally opts against it. He steps down and takes his paper as he resumes his seat once more.
The funeral dragged on longer than anyone expected, small patches of relatively unknown people sitting in seats to hear a few choice words for the fallen Rep. As the seemingly last teary-eyed witness to Rep's life filtered away from the podium, a silence grew among the intimate crowd, the only sound being the near mach speed click of the various paparazzi weaved within the crowd. In the silence, a car could be heard racing down the street. As the crowd draw their eyes toward the speeding car, their mouths drop as it stops right in front of the crowd. As the doors of the Murciélago LP 670-4 SuperVeloce slip up towards the sky, Rena Matheson stumbles out from the driver's seat, throwing an empty bottle of Vodka on the ground.Rena: Is this the party? OH GODDD, what a bore fest. Young Man: This is a funeral, m'am.Rena: No, kidding ... did you all fucking die!?Young Man: No... Rep-Rena: REP!? REP DIED!? OH! I HAVE SOME WORDS!Michael Smart: I don't think-Rena: I HAVE SOME WORDS!!!She continues to stumble towards the podium, finally reaching it after some assistance.Rena: When I first met reppp- I want a smoke.JJB: Rena-Rena: CIGARETTE!!!!!!In the crowd, a woman dressed in black steps forward and lites a cigarette, passing it to Rena. She takes the smoke, smiles and takes a drag.Rena: *blowing out smoke* Where was I? OHHH YESSS. I can't believe he is gone. WAIT! I knew he was dead, I read it in the news!!!Michael Smart: Rena, please come with me.Rena: DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME OR I'LL PUT THIS OUT IN YOUR EYE!Michael Smart: ...Rena: Anyways, I'm just going to give it straight. I fucked him. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I fucked him. He was a great lay- and it's just so sad that I had only known his penis for such a short time and then BAM, it's gone. You know, we all have something to learn from this, people! Do NOT take a penis for granted ... or it could be gone *starts to sniffle* The crowd groans and Baron Trotter, Joey Sinclair and The Superbeast take Christina Hernandez, Rep's girlfriend, away from the scene as quickly as possible. She begins to cry as they seat her in to a car and close the door. The car drives off as the rest of the crowd angrily stirs.JJB: Come on!Rena: LEAVE ME ALONE! I have had one dream. One thought. One wish. To find the perfect penis. The day I banged Rep's brains out- I found it. But now, I suppose as his penis' life has come to an end ... my journey to find the next perfect penis has begun.Michael Smart: She's drunk!JJB: RENA! GET DOWN!Rena: FINE! RUDEY POOTY!Receiving no help from anyone, Rena hops down from the steps and stumbles back into her car as she mumbles profanities. Before the doors close, she pops her head back up.Rena: THE PERFECT PENIS!And that was it. There were no words left, and nothing to top what she had just said to all who attended. The ignition starts and just like that she was gone. The crowd, not knowing what to do, begin to stand up. Before they leave however, a white limo pulls up. The driver exits and opens the door, and out steps the one and only Jake Steele.BK: What the fuck? The crowd sits down again as Jake takes the stage and the podium. He takes out a piece of paper and places it on the podium... and then picks it up again.Jake Steele: I know that there have been a lot of speakers tonight, before I arrived here. A lot of them probably aren't happy to see me here, but I am. As I look out, I can see that several people are holding papers in their hands with prepared statements. Today, the only words that can make sense have to come from the heart.Jake places his paper on the podium and slides it away.Jake Steele: Last week, we lost one of our brothers. He may have been a recluse, and you may not have gotten along with him, but he was as much of a student of wrestling as any of us. I met Rep when he was fresh out of high school. We were about the same age and we both trained with my uncle, Jack Steele. In the ring, we had drastically different styles. Outside of the ring, we were drastically different people. In the end, it doesn't matter what you are, but what people see does. A lot of people saw Rep and I as the same type of person. Disliked... hated... avoided. Hopefully now the public will realize just how different life will be... for the worse... now that he's gone.Jake stops talking as the crowd stand up and begin to applaud. The man who was once the second most hated in ACW is now being accepted, and the man who was the most hated is now missed.
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