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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 24, 2009 16:30:57 GMT -5
Segment: The Hour of Flower Power (Credit: Sarin / Yoko)
Sunday, August 23rd, 2009
Yoko: Is it all set up? If you screw this up intentionally because you're still mad at me, I'm gonna...
Behind a glass wall, Yuki flips a few arbitrary switches. Her headphones are snug around her ears, and she works with such an ease and practicality that it's evident that this is hardly her first rodeo.
Yuki: Mmhmm, it's on. I told you joining the radio broadcasting club at school would pay off, Yoko!
Yoko: Hrmgh.
Sarin: Remember, be friendly!
She taps her microphone for a quick soundcheck and takes advantage of her spinny chair to do some frictionless rotations. Yoko snorts.
Yoko: To Yuki or our listeners?
Sarin: Both! Hush, we're about to go on air now.
Yuki counts down with her left hand. The ON AIR sign flashes red. Rolling her eyes at Sarin's eagerness and Yuki's hereto undiscovered professionalism, Yoko leans forward into her suspended microphone.
Yoko: Hello! Thank you for joining us during the Hour of Flower Power, on air thanks to some online streaming website, I can't really remember the name--
Sarin points to Yuki, who is frantically mouthing something behind the plexiglass. Yoko shrugs.
Yoko: --Anyway, it can't be that important or our lovely assistant Yuki Satoshi would have remembered to write it down on our cue cards, hm?
Sarin: We can parcel out blame later. Shouldn't we get to introducing ourselves?
Yoko: Right. My name is Yoko Satoshi.
Sarin: And I'm Sarin Rossi. We're your hosts for this show's debauchery and douchebaggery and good fun!
Yoko: That we are. We'll be discussing some of the latest goings-on at ACW, as well as taking some calls from listeners!
Yuki gives a thumbs up. They're miraculously pulling this off. Yoko's voice is a tad jumpy, but she grows more confident with each passing second. Sarin, used to this sort of thing, sits at ease with her legs daintly crossed.
Sarin: Without further ado, let's get to it. What do you make of BK London and Jay Zero almost throwing me off a balcony last week?
Yoko clenches the microphone so hard it almost breaks.
Yoko: I...uh...pain...smash...they die.
Sarin: My thoughts exactly! But not too exactly, my parole officer is listening in. Shout out to Caroline!
Yuki slaps her forehead in exasperation. Sarin is already off topic, and Yoko is a squirming mess of infuriated nerves. She signals that she's patching through the first caller.
Yoko: Oh, um, we're going to take our first caller now, apparently. Hi, uh, Gerald from Maine. You're on the air.
An excitable, wheezy voice comes through the speakers.
Gerald from Maine: Hi! Hi, hi, hi! I'm a huge Flower Power fan!
Sarin: Thanks, Gerald. Do you have a question for us?
Gerald from Maine: Yes! Yes, yes, yes! When are you going to, y'know, lez out on camera again?
Within seconds the call is cut, sparing the radio equipment from Yoko's displaced wrath. Grateful that there are no cameras to capture her blushing face, Sarin clears the cobwebs and leans forward into her microphone again.
Sarin: Screen the calls, Yuki darling!
Yuki screeches an apology, still unheard through the soundproof glass.
Sarin: Ah, but we have another call on the way. Patrick from Idaho, you're on the air!
Patrick from Idaho: Um, yeah. See, um, you see. A lot of people on, like, message boards, really hate you guys for ruining, like, um, divisions and stuff, with your long ass title reigns. D'you wanna respond to that?
Yoko: I never thought competence would become a punishable offense. I'm not dropping a title to spare other people's feelings, or to be like other champions. You want my title belt? Beat me for it, if you can.
Sarin: Mmhmm. It's not as if we go into championship matches with any particular advantages. We work hard. We fight harder. We don't like to lose, so we don't lose often. If that offends certain individuals, they're more than welcome to challenge us.
Yoko: In short, these individuals can suck it.
Sarin: Yep. Suck a big one. Next call!
Yoko: Owen from Mississippi!
Owen from Mississippi: Hi. Have either of you ever cut a traditional wrestling promo in your respective careers?
Sarin and Yoko blink, in chorus.
Sarin: Huh?
Yoko: Wha...?
Yuki taps the glass. She breathes on it and carefully scrawls in backwards writing a message.
Yuki: HE MEANS HAVE YOU EVER GONE INTO A WRESTLING RING, TALKED SHIT, AND CALLED SOMEONE OUT.
Realization dawns.
Sarin: Ahh. That.
Yoko: Well, um...I have, but us together?...
Sarin: There was that time when I...wait, maybe that was...
Yoko: But what about the time when we...oh, hm...
Sarin: I could have sworn we did something during the...
Yoko: No, that was only an interview with Charlotte...
Yuki sighs into her palms. Sarin gets the picture.
Sarin: NEXT CALLER!
Yoko: Let's see, it's...Thunderkiss?!
No, it's not Thunderkiss, but rather Yuki on her cell phone doing a damn good imitation. Sarin and Yoko can barely suppress giggles.
Thunderyuki: It's Thunderkiss!
Yoko: Why didn't Yuki screen this?
Thunderyuki: Now Yoko, I have a lot of respect for you, and I think you're a good writer--er, wrestler--but your title reign sucked! It was too long! You should have dropped the title to someone like Dan White because it makes ACW look bad to have a petite Asian girl kick so much ass in one go.
Yoko: I don't know if I should be flattered or pissed off.
Sarin falls out of her chair laughing.
Thunderyuki: Sarin, stop laughing! I have a tremendous amount of respect for ACW, but their administration sucks! I consider Atomic Kitsune a great friend, but she's corrupt! BK London is corrupt! They ALL conspired against ME!
Yoko joins a thoroughly amused Sarin on the floor, out of breath from laughing. 'Thunderyuki' continues, unnerved.
Thunderyuki: What? What? Senator Steve Phillips is a man I have nothing but the utmost respect for! But at the same time, he does everything horribly, horribly wrong!
Yoko: Yuki!
Thunderyuki: Don't get me wrong, I love ACW with all my heart. But I also think the system is broken, the workers corrupt, and the writing (oops, wrestling!) God-awful.
Sarin: Alright, alright! Would you just--
Yoko: --Shut up for five freakin' seconds?!
Yuki's resolve fails her. She bursts into peals of laughter and promptly hangs up.
Sarin: Oh my goodness. The Hour of Flower Power: meta-commentary and burning bridges on the hour, every hour!
Yoko: This is Yoko and Sarin, collectively known as the greatest Tag Team to ever walk the face of this earth, signing off!
Sarin: Sayonara!
In conclusion: Radio shows are awesome, hilarious, and very entertaining.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 24, 2009 16:31:34 GMT -5
Revisionism Rocks By Dave Shadow (With stuff take from a match XS3 Wrote <_<) Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome....DAVE SHADOW!!!As we cut back to the arena, the crowd are on their feet booing their hearts out. With no music or fanfare, the International Champion walks out through the curtains with a massive smile on his face and a microphone in hand. He stands at the top of the ramp, looking out over the sea of naysayers. He puts his finger up to his lips, signalling the crowd to quieten down; this, of course, only sets them off again, as they boo even louder. After a few moments, they finally do start to approach a silence, but even when Dave talks, there are still quite a number of people trying to scream over him.
Dave: Ladies and gentlemen, not too long from now, I will participate in a tag team match with a chance at winning the division’s prestigious titles. Ever since this match was announced, everyone has asked me the same question. Are you afraid of the team of BK London and Jay Zero? Now, I can understand this question, it’s a smart one to ask. Both of them are former world champions. Both have held many titles and achieved many a goal that I could only wish to replicate in my career here. I look up to Zero and London. But do I fear them? Hell no.
And do you want to know the reason why? I don’t fear them, because I’ve already beaten them. December 15th, 2008. Two eager young rookies stepped through the ropes for their first ever main event contest. The match was Dave “Tyler” and Chris Williams against BK London and Jay Zero. And the result....well, I went back through the video archives and pulled up the match. So ladies and gentlemen, from the ACW vault, here it is!Dave lifts his arm and points up towards the big screen, as footage starts to play from nearly a year ago. The video begins with the match already underway, Chris Williams and Jay Zero trading shots, and BK London standing on the outside of the ring, watching in glee as his current partner, then enemy gets the living daylights beaten out of him.Just as Zero looks to be making his comeback, static spreads across the screen. It would seem as if there is parts of this match that someone has decided would be better left unseen. The crowd boo, as Dave tries whistling innocently, playing the static off as a simple accident.More static just as it looks like Zero might counter the move. After a few seconds, it cuts back to the match, as...More static, and the crowd seem to be getting fed up. Dave tries to calm them down.
Dave: Listen, I’m sorry, some coffee got spilled over the tapes, some parts were destroyed, some mysteriously were cut, but you’re getting the point. Oh, here we go again!More static, but this time when it comes back, Dave and Chris stand beside the referee, as the announcement goes out... The video cuts out, as the camera moves back down to show Dave’s face, which has the biggest smile ever spread across it. He lifts his arm, as if he has just won the match all over again, as the crowd boo some more.Dave: You see that? I beat London and Zero back when I was a rookie here in ACW. But here’s the thing. In that time, I’ve improved in every way imaginable. I’m faster. I’m stronger. I’m a hell of a lot smarter. And I am definitely more dangerous. The question should not be “Are you afraid of facing Zero and London?”. The question should be....
“Are Zero and London scared to be facing me?”
I am the International Champion for a reason, ladies and gentlemen. I am the man who is leading this company into a new golden era. And despite those who may think otherwise, I am not easily scared and I will not back down. I’ve got everything to fight for here tonight. And while I may have not walked out of Meltdown with the World Heavyweight title over my shoulder, I promise that tonight, I will leave here as a double champion.
Do I trust Freeman? Quite frankly, no. But that doesn’t mean I don’t respect his abilities and his hunger to walk out of here tonight with a title belt around his waist. Tonight is going to be special. Tonight, you witness the evolution of the ACW Legend in the making into a fully fledged legend. Prey, PREY for London and Zero, cause they will need your support now...more than ever.“Voodoo Child” hits the speakers, as Dave’s music blasts out through the speakers. Even that can not drown out the boos of the fans though, who do not take kindly to his arrogant attitude. As the camera fades, it zooms in for a close up on Dave’s big toothy grin. Arrogance or confidence, Dave thinks he has Zero and London sussed, and this mind game could well tilt things to his advantage. But only time will tell if the IN champ can walk out with another title here tonight....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 24, 2009 16:32:00 GMT -5
Segment: I Think He’s Coming Onto Me.... (Credit: Dan White & Andrew Starr)
The camers opens up in the backstage, and there’s a pop as we see Andrew Starr and Dan White standing together, talking about Heatwave.
Andrew Starr: Jesus Christ, a Wargames match?! I’m just gutted I wasn’t in this match. Surely someone with experience in such a match like me could have helped you tonight.
Dan White: I know, man. But I didn’t book the match, did I? Gingerpubes did. But it could be worse. I was imagining that he would have tried something like stick me in a 1-on-10 match against every who hates me, or something.
Andrew Starr: Haha, like he did with you and Pain Inc. that one time. Man, you were lucky to survive ten minutes that night.
Dan White: Yeah, I was. But hey, I’m still here now. So the likes of Ridley, Rose and Yoko couldn’t keep me down for too long. I even fought Senator just five days later!
Andrew Starr: Which, funnily enough, is how far away Heatwave is.
Dan White: Yeah...
There’s a brief pause, as both men realise quite what the task Dan has in store.
Andrew Starr: So, do you think you can win the belt?
Dan White: I’m sure I can. But it’s pretty much just hit me now that I have a really good chance to win the fucker. I mean Senator’s never been in a Hell in a Cell before. I’ve won two before. Surely the odds are in my favour, right?
Andrew Starr: Right...
Dan White: But that’s the thing. It all seems too convenient. Why would Gingerpubes, who apparently hates me, stick me in a match I’m good at? It just screams conspiracy. Along with that, Senator seemed all too eager to have that Wargames stip that Snake offered up. I have a feeling something’s gonna go down tonight.
Andrew Starr: Well man, if you’re in trouble, either tonight or at Heatwave, you know I’ve got your back.
Dan smirks.
Dan White: Cheers, bud. So what’s happening on your part? You getting revenge on Kaoru at Heatwave?
Andrew Starr: Heh, I hope so. I’m fighting him there, so we’ll see what happens.
Dan White: Ah right, tidy.
Dan’s phone beeps, and he quickly turns his head.
Dan White: Ah man, I should get ready for my match.
Andrew Starr: Pre-match pint?
Dan smiles broadly.
Dan White: You know me too well!
Andrew Starr: All right, well good luck for tonight. And like I said, if anything goes wrong, I’ve got your back.
Dan White: Thanks.
Starr leaves the area, as Dan slides his phone into his pocket. It’s off for a hearty pint, and then one of the biggest matches he’ll ever fight in.
But first, he has a Wargames match to deal with.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 24, 2009 16:32:36 GMT -5
Denting The Fourth Wall Credit: Jake(Cheng) and Andy(Train)
The next segment is cut to abruptly, where Jake Cheng gives two hard knocks to the door of his enemy stable, Eusiro. After a few seconds, the large man, and leader of the stable, Thunder Train, opens the door and gets right in Jake’s face. Train’s patented wide smirk is soon be wiped off his face by his opposite’s bombshell.
Jake: Hey James.
Thunder Train: James? What the fuck, c’mon man, there is the-
Jake: I’m not worried about it. I’m not in the mood for games. There is only one way to handle this situation.
James: Situation? Wait...what the fuck happened to my name! FIX THAT!
Jake: Yes. Situation. It’s the end of the month, so ultimately, all our hatred has to culminate in one final match at the pay per view. It’s a time proven formula.
James: Ye-
Jake: But, we didn’t really get to much air time, even though we are both top notch performers in the business, so while our match will be high up on the card, it will be a straight shoot. I mean, not straight, there is bound to be some interference because you are the heel. You know.
James: But-
Jake: Oh, we can’t forget the whole point of the feud. The Light-Heavyweight belt. It goes to the winner. Simple as that. So good luck. Even though it won’t help. I mean, the belt has to go to me. I am the longest reigning-
James: NOW HOLD ON ONE MOTHER FUCKING SECOND
The sudden outburst by the large black man has startled Jake, so much that, even if he did have the balls to continue with his speech, he completely and utterly forgot where he was.
James: Now, I understand you cutting the bullshit, but I am going to kick your ass this Saturday! I am going to beat you within an inch of your life. Then I'm going to end it! And then, you will be gone forever from ACW! You have caused too much shit in my life over the past few months. So when we go out there, you will lose! Is that cliche enough for you?
Jake nods his head.
James: Good! Because come this Saturday, there will be no more time for talking. There will only be time to fight! Inside of that squared circle out there! And we will put on a show that will leave the crowd in awe of what we did! They will jizz in their pants, they say "I came when I heard you beat the elite four", then will explode because their insides can't handle it! HOW DO YOU LEARN TO FALL OFF A 20 FOOT LADDER? By jumping.
Cheng nods his head kinda....but slowly backs away closer to the door. Eventually he just leaves while Train has his back turned.
James: AND THEN! When it's all said and done, pyros will shoot out of the stage and the confetti will fall because of our match! The crowd won't be able to contain themselves. They will rush the ring in a blaze of glory as the tears flow and the audience around the world cheers. From China to Peru all the way down to Timbuktu. From the icy plains of Antarctica up to the heated jungles in the Amazon. They will all be cheering--
Thunder Lawyer enters the room now.
James: But it won't stop there. Intergalactic species will hear word of the match thousands of years from now and construct statues in our honor. Then proceed to come to Earth and ask not for Single Female Lawyer, but for more matches that involve Thunder Train and Jake Cheng. Do you understand how explosive our match will be Cheng? Cheng? ....
Thunder Lawyer: Cheng left like 3 minutes ago. What are you going on about? And why does your name thing say James? Let's fix that.
Thunder Train: WHAT? He's gone? DAMMIT CHENG! ALL MY RANTING DONE FOR NOTHING! SATURDAY! YOU ARE GONNA PAY FOR NOT HEARING THIS! GODDAMMIT CHENG! And thanks for fixing that for me.
Thunder Lawyer: No problem, want some Sushi?
Thunder Train: Of course I do.
The two leave and now after that rant, the match has a lot to live up to. Will it?!?! Probably not, but a man can dream...a man can dream...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 24, 2009 16:33:17 GMT -5
Segment: Another boring Freeman promo (Credit: Freeman)
Well, here we are. Just one week before Heatwave. Jason Freeman smirks to himself, as he gets ready to go out there tonight for his tag team title match. Everything so far had been going very smoothly. This month had been quite the success for him. Sure, Jefferson had been tough. He could have ruined everything Freeman was trying to achieve. But he hadn’t. Freeman had known that he would not have fully taken Jefferson out with his attack. Jefferson does not back down. But what he also knew was that if Jefferson DID come back he would be angrier than ever. He wouldn’t be satisfied to let it go. He would want revenge. What better way to get revenge then to get Freeman in the ring? And so, now there was no opposition. Dave Shadow was all for it, Jack Jefferson was all for it. Freeman’s shot had arrived.
^That is a classic case of searching for italics length. I mean, it’s annoying and tedious, but you have to do it. I wrote this promo today and realized it wasn’t very good, so I decided to spice up this and all the rest of my work today, with the intention being of winning the title at Heatwave as shamelessly as possible. Hopefully my strategy will work. Anyways, notice how I just sum up things up to this point and then rant about nothing. That’s my general strategy. It’s like…cmon, what is Freeman thinking. THAT’S NOT ENOUGH. GO INTO MORE DETAIL. It’s annoying and boring and UGH. And I could be playing rock band instead of doing that. Imagine! Anyways, as I said, I noticed that this promo wasn’t very good. THIS WAS NOT GOING TO WIN ME MY MATCH. So I decided to edit it. And make it better.
Freeman: ACW fans, you are looking at the man who has just recently been added to the International Championship match at Heatwave. A match that I am completely confident that I am going to win. It’s amazing the things I can do when I set my mind to it. How many times do I have to say it? I always get what I want. This month I decided I want an International Championship match. The champion didn’t want me to have it. There was already a number 1 contender. Nevertheless, I promised I would get that title shot, and here we are just a short while away from Heatwave and I have it. How is it that in the end everybody always sees it my way? You see, the thing is, you may think that it would be stupid for me to admit to manipulation. That it would ruin the purpose. But the thing is it won’t make a bit of difference what I say. I make sure that people WANT the things that I want. Those two men WANT me in this match, and while I may have influenced that, nothing is going to change. Shadow knows that if he wants to know who attacked him, he has to keep me in this match. Jack Jefferson? I hoped to take him out, and I failed, but it looks like he wants to return the favor. Well, Jefferson, all I can say is bring it. If you think you can take me out at Heatwave, go and try it.
Earlier in the night, Ginger had quite the interesting theory that in fact Freeman DIDN’T intend to take out Jefferson. Is it possible that this is true? And Freeman is admitting to manipulation while refusing to admit to certain manipulations, meaning that he is being manipulative about his manipulativeness? Well, that’s quite confusing, and plus manipulativeness is apparently not a word because it has a little red line under it in Microsoft Word. I used to type my promos out in the PM box but then what would happen is they would get deleted somehow, and that was horrible. Anybody ever have that happen to them? You are pretty happy with it then BOOM it’s gone. And then what do you do? You can write it again, but it’s never as good the second time because you just don’t care the second time. You feel like “What’s the point?” It’s one of the worst things in the world. Also, I believe this paragraph actually started out by being relevant. I’m just going to go for a couple more lines. On segments like these that could feel a little short, it absolutely must be artificially lengthened. But this is looking pretty good. Anyways, though, yeah. Where were we? Right, the Jefferson thing. Ginger may have been right, but if he wasn’t Freeman certainly got lucky that things worked out. Though I believe I may have admitted up there that Freeman knew that Jefferson wasn’t out. So the secret may already be released. Yeah, guys, it was a plan. I’m confirming it here. Freeman really didn’t intend to take Jefferson out. He wanted a triple threat.
Freeman: Dave Shadow. Please remember that your terms were not just to give me a title match. That was the most important part, but tonight you have another job to do. Tonight you assist me in taking that tag team championship belt from BK London. So, BK, you think that you can give me a little two-on-one assault out of nowhere and that’s supposed to teach me a lesson or something? Well, I’m not too happy about it, but I won’t allow myself to care too much. It was just one last desperate act of dominance. Or perhaps you thought that if you beat me down enough, you’d be able to pretend that nothing I said was true. That if you attacked me, you not only put a blow in me physically, but you put a blow in the validity of the statements I made. Well, BK, the only reason one would attempt that would be if one knows that what I said was true. You, like these fans, do all that you can to block yourself from hearing unpleasant truths. One who is truly strong knows exactly what he is and doesn’t need to hide from it. Well, you will pay tonight. I have nothing but disrespect for you, BK London, and tonight I will take your title with my partner’s help. And Shadow, tonight you had better pull your weight.
He knew Shadow was quite apprehensive about their match. After all, is it really a good idea to trust Freeman? Can he do that? Freeman had told Shadow that he didn’t care that Shadow had pinned him in the fatal fourway match. He had assured Shadow that he held no grudge. Was this really true? Did Freeman really get over it so quickly? Probably not…Anyways, though, that paragraph up there was ok. I tend to be too repetitive, did you guys notice that? I say things, and I’m like…I’ve said this before. I dunno, maybe Freeman needs something added to his character. I dunno, like a pet elephant or something. Something unique. I think the elephant is the best bet. Can you have an elephant as a pet? Or is that like against the law or something. Can you imagine if he rode an elephant to the ring? And you’ve never felt pain until an elephant jumps off the top rope onto you. Elephant splash FTW. Anyways, though, since Freeman most likely will not be getting an elephant you guys are doomed to listen to Freeman rant. Though to be fair, if this was real wrestling, repetition isn’t necessarily a bad thing. I mean look at Jericho. He says the same thing every week and it’s still good. It gets the point across. And yes I realize fully that I should not be comparing myself to Jericho. It probably will not be beneficial to me in the long run.
Freeman: After I take those tag belts from BK London, I could care less what happens to them. I suppose I’ll keep them just to make sure that they don’t get back into his grasp. If that means I have to continue to work with Dave Shadow, that’s fine with me. The real focus I have however, is on the International belt. The belt that Dave Shadow continues to carry around. I got my title match, but not a singles match. A triple threat. Now, a lot of wrestlers would be unhappy with this deal. A lot of guys would say that this was a copout. If they wanted a title shot, they would want it in a singles match. You see, Dave Shadow is pretty lucky. He wants to find who attacked him, and the obstacle of Jefferson was quite troubling. Well, he need not worry. In fact, I actually prefer it this way. I’ll accept this as part of the deal. The advantage in this match is completely in my favor.
Again, it’s the whole anybody can get pinned. Dave Shadow would probably be the one who would be most against this match. He can lose his title without losing. Well, I mean, without getting pinned. Though I suppose you could figure that out. Anyways, I really don’t know what to rant about for this part. Only that, I just looked at the segment in the PM preview box thing and it looked SO much better now. I’m telling you this thing would be way worse without the italics. The dialogue is the same but it LOOKS better. All I need now is some fancy format. I think in my next segment, I’ll have a fancy format. Everybody else has one. I need one. Something really cool that makes people say THAT’S JASON FREEMAN. I’m sure Jefferson gets extra calcs because his titles are all cool looking and his text is all centered. I mean put everybody’s promos in word, without fancy titles, and formats, and fonts, and cool colors, and then I guarantee everybody’s promos will be judged differently. Oh, and also CP will no longer be able to read it. Haha. Anyways, though, just a little bit longer. Oh, yeah, and the show is going on as I type. Yes, this is a late segment. But all the same, I like to be fashionably late. Yeah, that’s what I’ll go with. And if that fails, go with “Computer Problems”. Works every time.
Freeman: What’s the difference between a triple threat and a singles match? Besides the obvious fact of the difference in number of opponents, the strategies employed are completely different. A singles match is straightforward. Beat your opponent. In a triple threat, however, you need more than just wrestling skills. A true master of a triple threat match needs to know when to attack and when to fall back. When to let your opponents fight it out, and when to pounce. A true master needs to be strategic. Sneaky and sly. Let your opponents weaken themselves, let one be taken out, and then you strike out of nowhere and get the quick win. If there is one thing that I am good at it’s strategizing. Just look at the last triple threat I was in. Danny Mainer vs Dave Shadow vs Jason Freeman. It looked like the match was over until I came out of nowhere and stole the victory. Some people don’t like that but when I’m the International Champion I won’t really care what the people think. In the end, the method doesn’t matter. The result is all that matters. If you care about integrity, then give up your chances of becoming a champion. A champion takes every method to ensure victory. A champion won’t give up his title.
That’s all it takes is one quick strike. If anybody in that match was to take their minds off of Jason Freeman they could be in for a really quick surprise. And yeah, this is the last like…dialogue breaking-up-italics thing. So this is time to go all out. To go in full italics mode. This will be the longest italics section in the history of long italics! Okay, not really. I just wanted to waste a couple lines. You know, this would also really help in match writing. Who really reads the matches on the shows except to look at the end result? I know some may read the main events but come on, the regular matches? Non title and everything? So you just rant a lot and nobody notices and you get some calcs for writing a match. Hunter used to do that. I kinda did something similar. I wrote Jeff James vs Agent Amazing, and sent it to Senator and it was awesome. It was just joking around and ranting, and to be honest that is more interesting to read then actually watching those two guys wrestle. So as a result, I think that all matches should be written by that. I know that I myself may start employing such strategies more often. I really wish I had gotten a match written though because that could have got me more calcs. AND I AM IN CALCS MODE. Come on calcs system, lead me to victory!
Anyways though. So yeah. This promo was much better with my edits. The dialogue is mostly the same, but it’s not really important in this one. Freeman rants, yadayadayada. Who really cares? We all know he’s going to win anyways! (Confidence is very important in life) I would also like it to be known that Summerslam was a very good pay-per-view, Dolph Ziggler vs Mysterio was probably match of the night, although the TLC was very good as well. Undertaker’s return was very well done. And in other news, Don West leaving commentary is a horrible move, The Great Khali is probably the next Kurt Angle in WWE, and I’ll have fun watching Bryan Danielson job on Superstars. Um, anyways, I know that was a DESPERATE attempt for more lines because it was really unrelated to anything, but whatever works. So now Freeman will close it out. This is the point where I try to think of some ending, that is usually a really cliché ending line of some sort. I also love how when you type cliché Word puts the little accent over the e automatically. Quite impressive.
Freeman: At the beginning of this month it was supposed to be Jack Jefferson vs Dave Shadow. Amazing how I can interject myself into that match in just a month, when at first neither party wanted me involved. Well, I’m sure that they were going to have a great match but unfortunately for them, I am here, and I’m ready to take. So, enjoy the rest of your evening, ACW. By the end of this week I will have not only become one half of the tag team champions, but I will be the new International Champion as well. And Shadow? You better be ready for tonight.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 24, 2009 16:33:43 GMT -5
Preface [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] The scene opens up to a private island, on which sits a large house with a great view of the ocean. It is bright daylight, and the wind sweeps through the islands many trees and blows fine sand particles around its white beaches. The camera comes closer to the house and we can see that it is of Victorian style, with a double balcony, many windows, and peaked roofs.
The house is surrounded by grass and a neat white picket fence, that opens to a path which leads down to one of the island’s many beaches. The camera moves inside the fence and pans up to one of the houses balconies where Vincent Winters sits, dressed in his lab coat as usual. Winters is typing on a laptop and between keystrokes he takes a few moments to look out at the splendid view.
As Winters gazes out into the endless blue ocean, he ponders how he gained possession of this island. After leaving New Genesis—due to the whole Feldspar fiasco—he used his immense knowledge in military weaponry to finance this island. He gained the funds through means of a Paton on giant mechanized robots. Winters laughs a little to himself, although he knows that the research on these robots will lead to a new era of warfare, and more money in his pocket.
Money was nice; however, it was not the main objective.
The island gave him a place to do his real work, work which includes finding Feldspar and taking down New Genesis. Last year when he had to break Feldspar out of a New Genesis compound in Antarctica, he had used his own personal team of Special Forces. In addition to the Special Forces (which numbered roughly 20 soldiers in all), he had his own personal bodyguards, in the form of four female assassins. Three of his assassins were out on special duty at this time, and only Felicity remained by his side. Felicity was his first creation from Feldspar’s X-data, and his most prized possession. Unlike the other three assassins, Felicity had a capacity for human emotion. This capacity was a double-edged sword, it both facilitated a means (since she had reasoning ability and emotion he could bounce real world ideas off her, much like a co-worker), and created a problem (such as when she tried to kill Feldspar…again). Although she was programmed to kill Feldspar, Winters had a feeling that her emotions would get the best of her, and she would not actually go through with the plan without heavy mental readjusting (brainwashing is such a vulgar term).
As Winters ponders this the camera pans out a bit and Felicity is seen walking out of one of the balcony’s doors towards Winters. Without turning around, Winters acknowledges the woman:Winters: Do you have the journal entry? Felicity: Yes. Felicity reaches into one of her pockets and pulls out a tattered piece of paper. As she hands the paper to Winter’s, light glances off of her stunning features creating a rather ethereal image. Winters takes the paper and glances at it for a moment before a look of excitement crosses his eyes.Winters: This is it! Although it is only the first entry… Felicity: I searched the area; this was the only legible paper in that place. It looks like a bomb went… Winters: It did. The location I sent you to is the last known location of ‘Jericho’. When The Sheppard’s found out, they bombed the place. A look of concern crosses Felicities features, and Winter’s quickly takes note of this subtlety. Winters: The Sheppard’s are of no concern, they cannot harm us here. This very journal entry is proof that ‘Desolation’ exists, and despite the bombing of Jericho, there must be more such entries like this one. We must look harder. Felicity: Vincent, the place is leveled. Aside from a few standing walls… Winters: Did you search the walls? Felicity: For what? They are standard structure walls; there are no trap doors or anything like that to be found. Winters: You didn’t fully search them then. We must go back to the site and run a scan on the walls. I am positive Jericho has hidden the rest of the journal somewhere, and the walls are going to tell us where. Winter’s looks down at the paper once more and notices that it is actually only the first page of the first entry. He reads it over once more:The Desolation Chronicles
What you are about to read are the chronicles of a man named Jericho, born to a family in the small town of Desolation (or Annihilation as the preacher would have it). Located in the Midwest down that stretch of dirt path one would rather avoid, and a little past the threshold that separates the insane from the sane lies Desolation.
Tourists don't visit it much, and for a very good reason. The residents of Desolation are here to stay, as the motto goes. Once you enter, you never leave, or at least leave alive anyway. The town is quiet and so are the residents, unless some fresh blood comes near...which is when things get real interesting.
Jericho was born unto the Osbourne family, to an actual loving mother and father amidst complete vermin. The only real quirk in the family is grandma Agnis, who can really be described best as a bible beating old wench. For a while, things seemed peaceful around the Osbourne residence...that is until the abductions.
Winters: This is only the introduction. It at first appeared as if it was a complete entry, however on re-reading it is not. Felicity: I didn’t get a chance to read all of it. On a quick scan I noticed that this Jericho guy was born into the Osbourne family. Isn’t your little creation’s last name also Osbourne? Winters: Yes, Jericho’s life was what we based Feldspar’s life on. So we gave him the same last name… Winter’s records the journal introduction into his laptop and then stands up. The sun is beginning to set and it casts amber light over the balcony, giving both Winters and Felicity a rather shadowy look.Winters: Regardless, we must go back. Let us get some rest, and I will personally accompany you to the site this time. Felicity: What about Dimitrius? You know he’s a ticking time bomb, shouldn’t we put a stop to him first? Winters: In due time, finding out about Desolation is far more important than ‘fixing’ Feldspar at this moment. In fact, I cannot properly stabilize Feldspar without finding out more about Desolation, for within its walls lies the answers we seek. Without saying more, Winters exits the balcony through a door. Felicity remains on the balcony and stares out into the distance, wondering what exactly was going on.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 24, 2009 16:35:21 GMT -5
Match 3: ACW Tag Team Championship Match Jay Zero and BK London (c) vs. Dave Shadow and Jason Freeman (Credit: BK)
Phillip: This match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the ACW Tag Team Championships...making their way to the ring - the challengers, Jason Freeman and the International Champion, Dave Shadow known as 'The Jason Freeman Experience'?
"Ugly" by The Exies hits and the challengers for this match head through the curtain with quite different expressions. Freeman looks absolutely pumped to be in this match, as he's feeling himself quite a bit with his music pumping throughout the arena. Meanwhile, Dave Shadow isn't exactly the happiest camper as not only is he forced to team with Jason Freeman - but he's forced to come out to the Exies with that lame tag team name. Eww. Both men head to the ring and wait for their opponents.
Phillip: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 440 pounds - they are the ACW Tag Team Champions, Jay Zero and BK London!
"Amazing" by Kanye West pumps through the speakers - and the duo of Jay Zero and BK London walk through the curtains with their championships placed firmly on their shoulders. They stroll down to the ring with absolutely no support from the fans in attendance, but that doesn't seem to bother them a bit. Upon entering the ring, they get up on their respective turnbuckles and raise their championships high over their head before looking over at their opponents. They don't seem to be impressed.
The match starts off with Shadow and Zero starting off things, and the pair immediately meet in the center of the ring with a collar elbow tie up. Quickly, Jay Zero latches in a arm wrench - but quickly Shadow rolls forward and kips up before sweeping the legs from under Jay Zero.
Quickly Shadow goes for a cover, but Zero kicks out after a one count and both men spring up their their feet. Zero is the first to land a move with a kick to the gut before irish whipping Shadow into the corner. Zero quickly attempts to go for a follow up maneuver, but Shadow gets both of his boots up and sends Zero reeling backwards a bit. Shadow now hops off the turnbuckle to go for a double axe handle, but quickly Zero catches him and sends him across the ring with a very uncharacteristic Over head belly to belly suplex.
Without even a minute into this match, Jack Jefferson hops over the top rope and he slides into the ring to the dismay of some of the fans. This gets Shadow's attention, and quickly Jefferson rolls out the ring and Shadow rolls out right after him. Zero grabs the attention of the referee and Jack Jefferson gets face to face with Shadow and slaps him. Enraged, Shadow chases Jefferson up the ramp and to the back - leaving Jason Freeman alone and to the mercy of BK London and Jay Zero. Freeman looks and wonders where Shadow is going, and quickly Zero pulls him into the ring.
Freeman frees himself from Zero's clutches, turns around and walks right into a superkick by BK London. With Freeman absolutely knocked out, Jay Zero makes the easy cover and the title defense is over already.
Phillip: And the winners of this match, and STILL ACW Tag Team Champions - BK London & Jay Zero!
"Amazing" by Kanye West hits once more and the pair stand in the ring absolutely triumphant. One of the easier title matches that they've had recently, and while they may have Jack Jefferson to thank for it, they're just happy that they didn't have to exert much effort before their big match at Heatwave.
Speak of that however, it seems that security is slacking off tonight as a surge of cheers can be heard throughout the crowd. Jonny Spade & Gooey Garth roll into the ring unbeknownst to the champion and it looks like they're going to get their inch of retribution on the champions. The pair slowly walk up behind BK London & Jay Zero and without any warning, they reach for the tights of their foes - and quickly bring it down to their ankles.
The cameras go crazy as BK London & Jay Zero are standing for a brief moment, with Jay Zero wearing smiley face boxers and BK London wearing what appears to be teenage mutant ninja turtle briefs - even with what appears to be skid mark on the back. London and Zero attempt to make a break for it, but they trip over their tights which are hung around their heels, so G-Unit decides to help them out. Spade grabs London and Gooey grabs Zero and they chuck them over the top rope to the outside to a major pop from the crowd.
As London gets back up to his feet, he tries to hide his unmentionals the same as Jay Zero and they scurry up to the back as fast as a man can with his tights still around his legs. The crowd gets a good laugh, and G-Unit gets a little retribution. All is right in the world...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 24, 2009 16:37:42 GMT -5
Jonny and Gooey laugh their heads off as do the fans in attendance while they watch BK and Jay squirm up the ramp way trying to pull up their pants as best as possible. Jonny takes the mic in his hand as he wipes the tear from his eye.
Jonny: Man oh man, that was classic. Seeing them squirm around was priceless.
Gooey: PRICELESS!
Jonny: Oh and that stuff earlier with Yoko you did was classic stuff. Seeing her reaction…
Gooey: Was PRICELESS!
Jonny: Indeed it was, but while we both like to have fun when we can, when we need to, we will mean serious business. Come Heatwave we will take care of business and walk out of the arena as 5 time ACW Tag Team Champions. And that’ll be…
Gooey: HISTORIC!
Jonny looks over to Gooey.
…. Priceless?
Jonny face palms and drops the mic as they leave the ring and fade to elsewhere in the arena.
OOC: Post-match events credit goes to Jonny Spade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 24, 2009 16:38:08 GMT -5
(Title: Claiming the Town 6/7) (Credit: Chris Phenomenal) 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. |
The scene opens to what appears to be a television broadcast on ACW Television, channel 4. The lovely Nikki Striker sitting in her chair as an image of the ruins of a large manor appear in the corner of the screen.
Nikki Striker: Ladies and Gentleman, our top story tonight is the suspicious fire at the house of famed philanthropist, Justin Times, a former professional wrestler who relocated to ACW Island once his career was over…
From off screen a voice comes.
All thanks to me. After the entire fiasco in HPW that man couldn’t have paid anyone to let him wrestle. He’s a cancer to the business and look at them glorifying him because he donated all this money. He didn’t do anything worth while and half of it leaked back to him through fake charities.
Nikki Striker: Fire investigators have been on scene since the blaze was finally extinguished and we can now announce that the blaze is not Arson as was originally rumored but instead the result of an accidental explosion in the upper story of the house.
It was accidental alright, I didn’t mean for it to hit room he was having a nap in, but never the less it accomplished the trick.
Nikki Striker: Reports of various armed men patrolling the area have also been met with surprise from the chief of police on ACW island, saying “We take these reports very seriously, however in the short time we have spent investigating we have come to the conclusion that these reports are false. If anything the armed men were under the employ of Mr. Times for added security.”
This is really what Kamikaze should have done with his money, public servants never make enough money and if it helps send their kids through school or to meet there heroes then they’re more than willing to help someone out.
Nikki Striker: Although it appears as if this death is nothing more than a tragic incident we will continue to follow the story throughout the evening to present any other details that may arise.
A slideshow of Justin Times begins to play showing him with various small children, shots of him in the ring with championship gold over his shoulder, the final image shows him smiling at the final HPW show before ECF invaded, being carried out on the shoulders of Team Fantastic, while the words “Rest in Peace” come over top as the camera pans around to see Chris Phenomenal sitting back in the chair in his penthouse.
Chris Phenomenal: Yes, rest in peace Kamikaze, because when I see you in hell we’re far from finished.Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 24, 2009 16:38:37 GMT -5
What the Fu-- Jack Jefferson / Dave Shadow
The door of Jack Jefferson’s locker room flies open and, breathing heavily, an extremely pissed off Dave Shadow stands in the doorway. Jefferson seems unsurprised at Shadow’s presence, nonchalant even. This just seems to make Dave even angrier and he advances on Jefferson, fiery rage burning in his eyes.
Dave: Jefferson, what the hell was that about?
Jefferson: Simple, I’m protecting my investment.
Dave: How in the blue hell is costing me a shot at the Tag Titles protecting your investment?
Jefferson: Think about it. If you and Freeman became Tag Team Champions how exactly do you think the title match at Heatwave would go?
Dave: Er...
Jefferson: That’s right! I’d get screwed by the two of you working together. That simply can’t happen so I took the necessary steps to protect my investment.
Dave: You’re crazy. There is no way Freeman wouldn’t try to win the International Title, Tag Titles or not.
Jefferson: Well now we’ll know for sure won’t we? No point leaving things to chance.
A smug smirk plasters itself on Jefferson’s face, clearly he believes he’s got the last word in this argument. So, to put a stamp on his victory, he walks out of the room, leaving Dave with some parting words.
Jefferson: See you at Heatwave.
Fade to Black Segment: Segment Spamming FTW (Credit: Freeman) Ah, the short but sweet segment. One of the most effective methods of ensuring that you get some easy calcs. After all, where can you go wrong when there’s one line in it? It's that whole "one-liner" thing that everybody loves. And don’t forget those quantity points! There is no better way to prep for a big match. Segment spamming is an art, and must be practiced delicately. I know it shall work for me because it worked for Wyvern.
Freeman walks backstage after his tag match. Freeman: After that, Jack Jefferson better be ready. At Heatwave, he's going to pay! And then he leaves.Yes! The International Title is mine for SURE now.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 24, 2009 16:39:34 GMT -5
Segment: Wait, A Wrestling Promo? Dowhanow? (Credit: Sarin / Yoko)
It's midshow time, and the loyal ACW audience is caught between some delightful contest of athletic and mental prowess and the proceeding delightful contest of athletic and mental prowess. This requires some sort of break in the action, doesn't it?
The opening dings to "Flower of Carnage" hit the PA. The crowd rises to its feet, checking their match cards. Flower Power? Now? Coming down to the ring?
Yeahbuhwha?!
Overcoming their initial shock, the arena explodes in cheers as Yoko and Sarin appear to walk down the runway, not quite hand in hand but overtly friendly. Each woman holds an ACW-labeled microphone.
Entering the ring with mirrored slow bends through the bottom ropes, Flower Power paces the ring, waiting for the cheers from the crowd to die down a bit so they might get a word in edgewise.
Yoko: So...
Sarin: Yeah. Wait, I forget.
Yoko: What happens now?
More than a few eyebrows are raised in the arena. Yoko and Sarin appear at a loss for words. They move their heads together, talking more to themselves than to the crowd.
Sarin: Is this where we start threatening people?
Yoko: No, I think we need a clever segue in first.
Sarin: I'm not cocky enough! I forgot to be cocky and arrogant! We should go back up the ramp and do it again.
Yoko lowers her voice to a loud whisper, but its still picked up by the powerful microphone idling by her hips.
Yoko: Don't be crazy! We got this, just, erm, do what Yuki said. Patrick from Idaho is depending on us!
Sarin: You mean Owen from Mississippi. He was the one that--
Yoko: Shh! Whatever!
Sarin abruptly pulls away from Yoko and screams into the microphone.
Sarin: I'm going to end you all!
Most people in the audience jump a foot back. Popcorn and sloshing sodas tumble down like sudden avalanches on people's heads. Caroline, Sarin's parole officer who enjoys a front row seat to the show, glares menancingly up at the not-so-intimidating ex-con. Sarin curses herself, cowed.
Yoko: You forgot the clever segue!
Sarin: I know; I know! You take over!
Yoko clears her throat, pacing.
Yoko: Now, I know there are some people out...out "there..." talking, talking some...
Sarin: Shit?
She offers, tilting her head to the side.
Yoko: Yes, that's it. Talking some shit about Flower Power. Saying we're past our prime, see?
Sarin leans in, obviously quite concerned.
Sarin: Have people really been saying that?
Yoko: I have no idea. That's not the point!
Sarin: I'm sorry; you're just not making much sense. Either these people said something to that effect, or you just lied to the entire viewership that--
Yoko: --It doesn't matter! This is what Yuki told us to say, remember? Stick to the script!
Sarin: Erm, right. Of course. But let me remind you all!
The fans jump back again, and Yoko covers her ears, wincing from the microphone's emitting squeak.
Yoko: Why can't you control the volume of your voice?
Sarin: Isn't this how all the other wrestlers talk when they cut a promo? You know, they talk like this!
More frantic covering of the ears from the audience, and Yoko yanks Sarin's microphone out of her hand, much to the relief of the eardrums in the arena. A smattering of fans in the front even applaud the action. Sarin shrugs.
Yoko: As my partner was saying, let it be known to all that we are not to be taken lightly. Sarin just spent a year in a women's prison. She joined a gang. She shanked girls for packs of cigarettes and did it with a smile and a wink.
Caroline growls up at Sarin. She smiles innocently at her parole officer, a bead of sweat trickling down her forehead.
Yoko: Yeah. So, BK London and Jay Zero, this message is for you. Come Heatwave, the Tag Team Titles will once more become the property of the greatest tag team ever!
Sarin looks around curiously at Yoko. Though she's microphone-stripped, the inaudible "who?" is hard to miss by Yoko and audience.
Yoko: That means us! Flower Power!
Rolling her eyes, Sarin deftly takes back her microphone, but thankfully, lowers her voice appropriately.
Yoko: And Jonny and Garth? G-Unit? The nose attack... That was cheap. You should have taken me out completely.You've sealed your own destiny! We'll show you the true meaning of legendary when we win those belts! Raaaaage!
Yoko pauses, but nothing more comes to her mind.
Sarin: Raaaaage? This, as they say in the stir when an inmate gets frisky with a bar of soap, is a total disaster.
Yoko: I know what you mean. This really isn't our style.
Sarin: Can't we go back to doing what we usually do?
Yoko: You mean, like saving ACW from bankruptcy?
Sarin: Or donning superhero costumes?
Yoko: Or "lezzing out" on camera?
Sarin: Or slicing into people with weedwhackers?
Yoko: Or allowing the evil in ourselves to transform us into goblins?
Sarin: Or saving the world from maniacal, devil-worshipping fiends?
They pause for a few moments, then nod simultaneously.
Yoko: Yeah. I'd take cutting Hunter up into tiny bits over cutting a promo any day.
Sarin: Me too, old friend. Me too.
Sarin lifts a finger to the sky, and the crowd applauds just as Lenny Kravitz's "Lady" bursts through the audio, providing a skippy beat for Sarin and Yoko to walk back up the ramp to. Before they fully disappear behind the curtain, Sarin pauses.
Sarin: Just so we're clear, we're still not going to "lezz out" on camera, right? I mean, I have a boyfriend now.
Yoko: No comment.
They slip behind the curtain and out of sight.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 24, 2009 16:40:19 GMT -5
Segment : Battle Orders (Credit: CP, Hughes, Senator)
As the show returns from the break, Chris Phenominal, the Capitalists, and Senator Steve Phillips are all seen in the Senator's locker room, preparing for their match.
Fitsharris: Are we going to start with the little speech yet?
The Senator: Wait just a while longer...and we should be good now.
Jonny Hughes opens the door, looking a bit more hyped up than usual after having jogged a few laps around the Arena complex as his warmup.
CP: Hey Jonny, you ready for this?
Hughes: You would be wrong if you thought otherwise.
Kalb: About time, let's go out there and stomp some faces!
Senator: Indeed, but I think it is time that I remind you all of the stakes here tonight. Heatwave draws near, and I have a title to defend, and that very title allows me to earn money to help pad your paychecks here. I will not delude myself as I have in the past, for it is a mutual respect and furthermore, a mutual business understanding that draws us here, not any sort of fellowship. We are here to do our job, and we all do it very well. Dan White and his crew are a formidible team, but they lack our cohesion. They are hungry as a pack of wolves, but we hold the power! I myself hold onto the most valued prize in professional wrestling, a strap of leather and gold that has wrecked careers and lives, that has brought men and women to not only risk their lives, but to endanger those of others. This belt is the source of barbarity, one which I have perpetrated, not without a bit of shame, and even a hint of regret. That said, I am the champion, and I am the road through which all those must pass to reach the top of the industry. Dan White, my longtime rival, I despise your crude mentality, your shallow scope of the world, and I find your methods lacking inside the squared circle. That does not prevent me from begrudgingly respecting your singleminded aim at glory, and your disregard for your own health in pursuing this belt. I will not give you an easy fight, and I shall not relinquish this title without the fight of my life, and that, Mr. White, is nothing, but the truth!
Fitsharris: Whew, longwinded enough?
Kalb: Shut up, Fitsy.
Hughes: You guys are both as bothersome as ever...
CP: So, wait, Sennie, you talked about your own title shot, and that's great, but what about our match here tonight?
Hughes: Pff, it's simple, we'll go out there, we fight as a team, we win as a team. When you've been around a bit longer, you'll see that you don't need more than that.
Senator: Indeed.
CP: If you say so...we'll go out there and wreck some fools.
Senator: I know you all can do what it takes to win this match, now let us go into battle, and emerge victorious!
Fade Out.
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Segment: This Segment is Solely for Calc Points (Credit: Freeman)
Jason Freeman sits backstage, playing Fire Pro Returns, his absolute favorite game in the whole world.
Freeman: Wow, for some reason watching Jack Bauer destroy the Miz brutally over and over again never get old!
This may be out of character for Freeman, but because the sole point of this segment is to get calcs, that’s okay. Characterization can sit on the side. The most important thing is watching Jack Bauer and whatever else famous Indy/Japanese guys there are that a certain person who may be reading this segment likes are all beating up the Miz, and destroying him. Jack Bauer eventually attacks Miz and snaps his neck in half and then the Japanese guy kicks his head off. Miz loses by forfeit due to decapitation.
Freeman: Wow, what a good match! I kinda wish he had won by my favorite move however, the Lariatooooooo
Give Freeman more calc points.
Freeman: For some reason, I am thinking about subliminal messages. How strange!
Anyways, Freeman then hears a song…it’s a Beatles song!
Freeman: Oh, the Beatles! My favorite band!
Freeman continues to rock out to the best band ever, the Beatles. Just then, the phone rings.
Give Freeman more calc points.
Freeman answers the phone skeptically.
Freeman: Hello?
Voice from Phone: Hey! This is a representative of the Republican Party speaking! John McCain needs to try once more to get elected for president. Just because he failed once doesn’t mean he’s going to fail again. He needs to take out that Horrible, non-citizen, Socialist, Obama and to do that he needs your support, and your money! Would you like to donate?
Freeman: WOULD I?! Of course I would! After all, John McCain is my hero! Here, you know what? I’m a wrestler. So I make a good share of money. Im willing to donate 1 million dollars to John McCain!
Voice from Phone: Wow that’s amazing!
Freeman: Nah, just doing my duty as a loyal republican.
Give Freeman more calc points.
Anyways ,Freeman goes back inside, and turns on 24, his favorite show.
Freeman: I hope Jack Bauer beats up some Liberals today!
And then he looks up at the wall at his Senator poster.
Freeman: If only I was as good as the Senator Steve Phillips the best superstar of all time. Ah well. Not everybody can be perfect.
Give Freeman more calc points.
And the segment fades out as he continues to watch TV. Alright, that’s it. If that didn’t win me the International title I’m calling shenanigans.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 24, 2009 16:40:44 GMT -5
Segment: Fire still burns (Credit: BK London)
As we return from commercial break, BK London & Jay Zero and making a b-line towards their car with their duffel bags over their shoulder. The fans are still cracking up about what happened to them moments later, but they fail to see the humor in any of this.
BK London: I can't believe this shit.
Jay Zero: You can't believe it? I was wearing smiley face boxers - they weren't even mi- arrgh, I'm not getting into this. Let's just go our seperate ways, and we'll meet up throughout the week to train for our tag match. Got it?
BK London: Fine. Where did we park?
Jay Zero: Over here in section A, come on.
The two head over a bit more towards their section, and the somewhat identical red & black BMW's and they both head over towards the driver's seat of their cars where their eyes catch something. Both pause, London's eyes widen up a bit while Zero's does the same - and slowly London turns towards Jay Zero and looks at him.
BK London: You..do you...do you see what I see?
It worries Jay Zero a bit. But like Jay Zero, he snaps back into reality. Jay Zero's reality in fact.
Jay Zero: You think this scares me?! You think THIS - this little poorly crafted papier mache lantern scares me? I've faced people bigger and badder than Yoko Satoshi or Sarin, and this little callin’ card that they have isn't going to stop me - or you. Throw it out!
London does just that, throwing the neon colored lantern out of his car just as Zero does - and it still lights up that part of the parking lot. In pulling out however, Zero makes sure to run over the lanterns - backing up over them and then rolling forward over them. London follows.
However, as the camera closes in on the small lanterns - we can see that the fire illuminating from within still burns. Could this be an omen leading into Heatwave?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 24, 2009 16:41:59 GMT -5
Match 4: Multiple-man Tag Team Match Team White: Dan White, Michael Smart, Rattlesnake and The Royles. vs. Team Senator: The Senator, Jonny Hughes, Chris Phenomenal and The Capitalists (Credit: Dan White)
Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is a five on five tag team match!!!
A huge pop from the crowd, as they look up at the Hell in a Cell above them, anticipating its somewhat impromptu involvement in this match.
McNally: Oh man! This is going to be one of the biggest matches in Warfare history! Edison: We’ve never seen anything like this before! And if that cell is indeed used....then we’re in for something spectacular!
Philip: The first team in this match. Chris Phenomenal, Jonny Hughes, Anthony Kalb, Kevin Fitsharris, and the ACW World Champion, Senator Steve Phillips!
Huge boos emit throughout the arena as “Hail to the Chief” hits the PA System, and the Senatorial Stable walk through the curtain, and down the ramp. They look confident in what is going to be a clusterfuck of a match, to be quite frank, as they all enter the ring.
McNally: It’s easy to say that they’re not the crowd favourites here, Eddie Edison: Well, that goes without saying.
Philip: And their opponents. Rattlesnake, Ivor Biggin, Pat McGroin, Michael Smart and the Welsh Dragon Dan White!!!
A massive pop as “Anarchy in the UK” by The Sex Pistols hits, and the face team rushes out the curtain and down the ramp. They’re not waiting for the referee to organise this match, and they are quick into the ring, where an all out war occurs, much to the delight of the crowd.
McNally: Listen to this crowd! And they’re not wasting any time going into battle! Edison: This has kicked off already!
The referee is utterly helpless as all ten men brawl with each other, in all corners of the ring. Dan White, eager to get some revenge on Chris Phenomenal, forcing him into a corner and delivering some of the hardest forearms in the business. Senator meanwhile has to deal with Ivor Biggin, but is getting the upper hand on the Royle, delivering powerful knife edge chops to the Welshman’s chest. Rattlesnake and Michael Smart have also teamed up to take on Anthony Kalb and Kevin Fitsharris, the two Capitalists, as Jonny Hughes and Pat McGroin brawl in one corner. But the faces are slowly gaining the upper hand on their counterparts, and as Snake and Smart dump the Capitalists over the top rope, they’re gaining a great advantage. With five on three, the remaining Senatorial Stable members realise that they’re heavily down on numbers, and so manage to scramble their way out of the ring, much to jeers from the crowd. But some heavy words from Dan and Snake turn the jeers to cheers, but the Senatorial Stable aren’t interested. Instead, they take a few steps back onto the ramp, signifying the prospect of not even continuing this match, which gets the face team rather disgruntled.
McNally: That’s rather unsporting behaviour from the Senatorial Stable! If they had a pair then they’d get back straight into that ring. Edison: You can’t talk about unsporting behaviour. Dan had his team attack the Senator’s team from the start!
Senator fires some words back in their direction, but Dan just looks around. He then whispers something to the Royles, and then Smart and Snake, and the trio get on their hands and knees, curiously towards everyone in the arena, especially their opponents. The Royles then bounce off the ropes, launching off the backs of their teammates, and fly straight into the Stable, to a majestic pop from the crowd. The heel team all fall to the ground, but that’s not all! Dan, Smart and Snake all quickly slide out the ring, and continue with the brawling on the ramp, knowing that they have a great advantage over their opponents. And the Senatorial Stable look in a mighty precarious situation as they’re firmly getting battered, and there’s a particularly nasty spot as Anthony Kalb gets thrown into a railguard, cracking his jaw off the metal barrier. But his fellow stablemates have no time to assist him, as they’re all pretty occupied. As Dan continues his battery on Phenomenal, The Royles are beating Jonny Hughes into the rail. Fitsharris is nowhere to be seen, as Senator though is able to escape from the ruckus, using the ring as a sanctuary from the chaos on the outside of the ring.
McNally: This is pure mayhem, Eddie! And look at Senator! Edison: He’s a wise man, getting away from all the carnage.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 24, 2009 16:42:49 GMT -5
However he’s not alone for very long. With Ivor Biggin taking up duties on Chris Phenomenal, Dan White looks over, and makes his way to the ring, to a huge pop from the crowd. Having lost to Senator a week ago in the tag team match, Dan is very eager to extract some revenge, and do it before their main event battle at Heatwave. He enters, and makes his way over to the champion, who is slumped in a corner. Dan smirks, cracking his knuckles and grabbing the champion, hoisting him up and slamming him back into the turnbuckle. The Welshman then hoists Senator into a hip toss, and he lands awkwardly on the side of his back. Dan throws his arms in the air, but the action is the ring is interrupted by the actions going on on the ramp. Fitsharris has returned, out of nowhere, with a steel chair in his hand, and uses it as an equaliser on the other folk in this ‘match’. He cracks Snake on the side of the head, smashes Smart in the back, and takes both of the Royles down with a lucky swing that catches the pair of them. Dan is still oblivious to this, but this proves to be his potential downfall, as both Capitalists quickly enter the ring.
McNally: Well Dan’s had the Senator to himself, but if he doesn’t turn around... Edison: Steel chair! Steel chair!!
CRACK!!!
The steel chair hits his back hard, and the Welsh Dragon falls to the floor. Kevin Fitsharris then shouts “NOW!” and the sound of pulleys moving is heard, and the arena looks up to see the Cell lowering itself down over the ring. Dan’s teammates on the outside notice, but they’re too incapacitated to do anything about it, as the Cell reaches the ground, locking Dan in with the Capitalists and Senator Steve Phillips. The once cheering crowd are now in a state of distress, as it becomes apparent that this was the plan all along. Kalb and Fitsharris beat White down, kicking him in the back and beating him down with elbows and knees into his neck and sides. Senator is able to get back to his feet, but his looks rather disapprovingly at his foe. He orders the Capitalists to hoist the Welshman up, and they comply. He then fires some brutal knife edge chops into his chest, each one making the crowd wince, as Dan endures the punishment. Senator then goes over to the ropes, and tells his lackeys to throw White towards him. He does so, and the World champion pulls down on the ropes, sending Dan flying out the ring and head-first onto the side of the cell. Blood immediately flies out of his head, and he slumps to the ground.
McNally: Oh my word! What a terrible collision with the side of the cell! That’s gonna require a lot of stitches. Edison: Man, that was nasty! And hardly fair, either! How the hell can Dan fight back against three men?!
Boos and jeers eminate across the arena, despite the arrival of Andrew Starr. With the remaining members of this match still on the ground, the former Light-Heavyweight champion scours the sides of the cell, attempting in vain to getting in and to help his friend. But these efforts are futile, as the cell has been patched up ever since the 6-man scramble match last Winter Discontent. In disgust, he kicks the cell firmly, but all that does is give him a stubbed toe and make the structure shake a tad. And he’s forced to watch, like everyone else in the arena, as Senator lifts Dan up, and throws him again into the cell. Dan stumbles backwards, but he runs straight into a Washington Lariat that nearly decapitates him. However, the World champion isn’t done. Not yet. He throws Dan back into the ring, where the Capitalists are waiting. Kalb lifts Dan up, throwing him at the ropes. He then delivers a Drop Toe Hold as Fitsharris delivers a Leg Lariat, bending Dan backwards in their “NASDAQ Attack” double finishing move. The Welshman is hardly moving, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, as the Senator grabs his title from the side of the ring. He re-enters the ring, holding his belt high above Dan’s limp body, as the crowd show exactly what they think about the Senator and his filthy tactics in this match.
McNally: I’ve never seen Senator like this before. He’s like a man possessed. And I’m not even sure if Dan’s going to be able to get to Heatwave. Edison: Well, it takes balls to be World champion. But that was brutal. I feel for Dan, I really do.
As the camera fades out, we see the six men of The Royles, Rattlesnake, Chris Phenomenal, Jonny Hughes and Michael Smart getting to their feet, having witnessed everything that’s occurred within the Hell in a Cell. The Chris and Hughes make their way around the ring, applauding their boss, as he proudly keeps that title belt above his head. Dan’s teammates realise that nothing they could do would solve anything, and so they all look at each other, and then towards the ring, seeing Dan’s lifeless body lying there. The focus turns back to Steve Phillips, who bears a look we have seldom ever seen from the veteran. His eyes are widened, and he breathes heavily. He’s given Dan an example of what he’s capable of tonight, and this makes their Hell in a Cell match next Saturday extremely interesting.
That is, if Dan even makes it.
The war of attrition has been claiming victims all month; but these cold conflicts are about to get hot.
The Heatwave will be brutal; suncream isn’t going to cut it here. Grab your darkest shades and join us on Saturday evening...
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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