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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:12:00 GMT -5
ACW Proudly Presents: Heatwave 2009
Sunday 30th August 2009
Schedule of Matches: --------------------------------------
Michael Smart vs. Red Panther
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Thunder Train vs. Jake Cheng
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Andrew Starr vs. Kaoru Hanayama
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Glass Man Standing Match Rattlesnake vs. Chris Phenomenal
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ACW Tag Team Titles G-Unit vs. BK London & Jay Zero vs. Flower Power
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ACW International Title Match Jack Jefferson vs. Jason Freeman vs. Dave Shadow
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ACW World Title Match The Senator vs. Dan White
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:12:36 GMT -5
It is the last hurrah of summer in the northern hemisphere. Even as the fans are arriving at the ACW arena, there is just a touch of a chill in the air, the first sign that autumn will shortly be upon us.
As the seasons turn, so do careers. Tonight could see legends enhanced, or new champions crowned. The only certainty is that there is no change without strife. A fact which is about to be underlined as we cross live to the arena, where one man has a momentous announcement to make...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:12:58 GMT -5
Segment: The announcement (Credit: Senator)
As the show opens up, Senator Steve Phillips is seen in the ring, finely tailored suit on his body, World Title belt over his shoulder, and Charlotte King at his side.
The Senator: Miss Charlotte, if you would be kind enough to ask the first question...
Charlotte: Yes, sir...so, tonight, what is going through your head? Do you think that Dan White is nervous?
Senator: Unquestionably so, when approaching a title match against a man as myself, anyone would be. Mr. White knows that I shall enter the steel cage not just with the intentions of winning, but of destroying him, for that is what I have trained myself to do.
Charlotte: However so?
Senator: Good question...well, I did write it myself...but anyway, I have trained with one of the top Muai Thai coaches in the world to improve my striking, and with several other coaches to work on integrating said strikes into my wrestling arsenal. This match is no joke, and I know that neither I, nor Mr. White will escape tonight without serious damage.
Charlotte: Don't you think you should win?
Senator: Of course I will win...but honestly speaking, if for whatever reason, I should fall short, not that I expect to, but if everything that can go wrong, does go wrong, I will call it a day.
Charlotte: Um, this isn't on my script, but what DO you mean by that?
Senator: Plainly spoken, if that Welsh worm defeats me for my belt, I will end my wrestling career with ACW. I have no desire to trudge on as a gatekeeper for the midcard talent, nor do I want to continue to immerse myself in this hazardous environment. I have learned through the course of my reign that although I defeated evildoers and traitors, I have not been able to reach through the thick skulls of the masses. Better that I focus on my day job, rather than put myself through pain and suffering to sacrifice for the ungrateful idiots. Better to retire, under those circumstances.
Charlotte: Well, as much as I'd like to go off script and ask real questions again, I do wish you the best, good luck in your match...and I hope neither of you are seriously hurt.
Senator: If you wish that, you might find yourself seriously disappointed, and that, my friend, is nothing...but the truth.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:15:28 GMT -5
(Title: Claiming The Town 7/7) (Credit: Chris Phenomenal) 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… |
The scene opens inside of the locker room of Chris Phenomenal, the lights are slightly down but most of the features of the room are still evident. Above the entrance to the room is a large clock that tells the time as 11:30, a few hours to go until most of the roster arrives in preparation for the pav per view. Sitting in a chair is Chris , his head buried in his hands, the soft sound of weeping filling the room. On the lap of Chris Phenomenal is a news paper, the front page showing the charred remains of the Times property with the headline reading that seventeen people were killed in the explosion.
Chris Phenomenal: Why, why’d they all have to die. Mo’e innocent blood. Children for God’s sake. They didn’t even fucking do anything and now they gone, now…Chris doesn’t finish as he can’t quite seem to form the words.
Chris Phenomenal: They just like me, they ain’t done nothin’ wrong just in tha wrong place at tha wrong time now they dead. It’s all my fuckin’ fault. It was stupid of me t’ not think some fucked up shit would happen wit’ Paige comin’ back. It’s my fault fo’ not endin’ this shit.As Chris raises his head the camera can see how red Chris’ eyes are, how torn up he is by what he has wrought. The usual gruff demeanor, the man who will not back down from anything, will not shed a tear despite being shot in the shoulder now crying.
Chris Phenomenal: It’s all ‘bout the fuckin’ money. Greed, corruption, everythin’. I thought I was out of the game and they suck me back in. ‘s like we ain’t even worth nothin’, we just ’round as long as we useful then they fuck us. We try and make a lives fo’ ourselves, we try and make the world a better place an’ then it just turns around a fuck’s us. I mean, I was done then they took Paige and bring me in. With the mention of Paige Chris bows his head again as he drops back into his mind.Chris waits for a moment, the sound of a car engine starting before he hears a fell shriek from outside.
Paige: CHRIS!
With the feral scream coming from the outside Chris turns back and heads out to the porch as the door of the Red Camaro slams shut. As soon he steps out into view of the car it pulls out of the driveway as Chris takes the steps in hot pursuit, Paige forced against the window as a Spanish assailant tries to pull her back. |
The sound of Paige’s scream resonate through Chris’ mind, the memory of the look on her face, needing him sucks him into deeper sorrow.
Chris Phenomenal: And they sucked her in, she ain’t never don’ anythin’ wrong, a mother fuck Theresa and they use her just to make me do this. They fuckin’ set it all up. They ain’t got the balls to do it ‘emselves.Chris looks down at the newspaper again, his mind racing.
Chris Phenomenal: If it was just Kamikaze, fine, ‘e deserved it. He’s done the same shit to people all his life, abuse them fo’ his own gain. The kids, the fuckin’ doctors, wrestlers, little soliders, they entire future, up in literal smoke. It just ain’t fair, it just, they had a chance to be somethin‘ and now they ain’t. Chris takes the paper and throws it at the wall as he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet, flipping it open and grabbing a picture of what appears to be a young Chris, grinning away with two other kids, in front of a basketball hoops.
Chris Phenomenal: I was just like them, hopes, dreams. I wanted t’ make lots of money, to help out everybody back hom and then almost got it taken away from me. I just did the same to them, ‘cept they ain’t got no shot. It’s done, it’s over.With that Chris turns and looks at his wrestling gear for the evening, a pair of Duke Basketball shorts and leans back in his chair.
Chris Phenomenal: I mean, it almost isn’t worth goin’ out there tonight. What does puttin’ one old has been out of his misery accomplish, it doesn’t do nothin‘. All we doin’ out there is paddin’ are own wallets.Chris looks down again as he once again retreats back to the past.The sound of men getting slammed to the mat fills the air as a younger Chris Phenomenal stands next to an older man, quite possibly about sixty years in age.
Chris Phenomenal: I just don’t understand why. It’s really a job only, you don’t accomplish anything for the world and that’s what I want to do. I’ll just be wasting my time training here.
Man: Look kid, it might not look like much, but I’d like you to remember back to when you were a kid, how good you felt at some point, whether it was going to school, playing basketball, anything, just as long as it brought a smile to your face. That feeling of belonging, of innocence, of bliss.. You can make that happen for thousands of people in this business if you put your heart into it, if you care then they will. As far as I’m concerned if you can take the suffering out of people’s lives, even for two hours of a wrestling show, you’re making a difference.
Chris looks at the man, pausing for a moment as he thinks about what has just been said.
Chris Phenomenal: Give me a couple of day‘s to think about it.
Man: That’s all I ask Chris, is you think about it. |
Back in the locker room Chris shakes his head as he looks down at the picture in his hand.
Chris Phenomenal: Because you can make a difference, because if you go out there tonight someone, somewhere, is going to be smiling and then at least you can attempt to atone for your mistakes.With that Chris ducks his head down and leans back in the chair as the scene fades away.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:16:11 GMT -5
Segment: Sick (Credit: Michael Smart)
The camera shows a flashback to earlier in the week. The scene opens up in a hotel room. The room is nothing out of the ordinary, only a mirror, a big bag for clothes and other personal possessions and a bed. On the bed is Michael Smart, wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, having just woken up.
Michael Smart: Can't believe I got a fever in the middle of August...
There's a knock on the door. Michael yawns, then gets up and opens the door. Behind the door is Daniel Smart, wearing a dark grey suit, a striped red and yellow tie and black sunglasses. Michael motions for him to come in, walking back to make his bed. Daniel stays at the door, peeking in as he looks uncomfortable.
Daniel Smart: So, uh... do you still have that swine flu?
Michael turns to look at Daniel.
Michael Smart: It wasn't swine flu! But yeah, I'm better now.
Michael finishes straightening the blankets, then turns back to Daniel.
Michael Smart: Anyway, I guess I should hit the gym today, Heatwave's tomorrow so I have to get ready for The Red Panther.
Daniel Smart: Uh... about that...
Michael Smart: Yeah?
Daniel Smart: You slept all yesterday. Heatwave is today. The show's starting in ten minutes.
Michael stares blankly at Daniel for a moment. Suddenly his eyes widen.
Michael Smart: We gotta get going now!
Michael grabs his bag and runs out of the door, pushing Daniel out of the way. Daniel closes the door and follows Michael as the camera shows the two of them running on the hallway of the hotel.
Michael Smart: Why didn't you call me or something?
Daniel Smart: I've called you five times today, but you didn't pick up.
Michael Smart: Huh? Lemme check.
Michael produces a cell phone from his pocket, looking at it.
Michael Smart: Oh, the battery is out. Crap, my match is on first, I'll probably be counted out before I even get there!
Daniel Smart: Let's hurry to the Smart Mobile!
The two stop in front of the elevators, pressing the button as they wait for the elevator to arrive.
Michael Smart: Wait, Smart Mobile? Did you paint your limousine with our logo or something?
Daniel Smart: I wanted to, but he didn't let me.
Michael Smart: Who?
Daniel Smart: Uh... never mind.
Daniel looks at the numbers that show what floor the elevator is at.
Daniel Smart: The elevators are both going up? This'll take forever!
Michael Smart: Let's take the stairs!
So they do as the camera cuts to a quick shot of them running down the stairs. The two run down to the first floor, running out of the lobby right into the limousine that is waiting for them. The camera cuts to a shot inside the limousine, where the two get in.
Daniel Smart: You sure all this running won't aggravate your swine flu?
Michael Smart: I don't have swine flu!
Daniel Smart: Right... and I don't have chlamydia...
Michael Smart: ...You have chlamydia?
Daniel Smart: Uh... I just said that I don't have chlamydia! Geez, do you ever listen?
Daniel laughs nervously for a while. The rest of the ride is spent in awkward silence. The camera cuts to a shot of the parking lot of the ACW Arena, the two getting out and running inside the arena. There are multiple shots of the two running around the halls of the arena, pushing some interns out of the way as they finally make their way to the locker room of the Untouchables. The two stop to catch their breath, Daniel checking his phone.
Daniel Smart: So... the show will start... right now...
The two stay silent for a moment, wondering why things seem so quiet. There's no sound of a roaring arena, no pyros, theme songs, no interns running around in panic due to screwing up.
Daniel Smart: That's strange...
Daniel presses a few buttons on his phone, his eyes widening in realization.
Daniel Smart: Oh! Sorry, my mistake, my phone was set to a wrong time zone! There's still two hours left till the show starts.
Michael stares at Daniel in shock. After a minute of staring, Daniel starts wondering whether his cousin is still alive.
Daniel Smart: Uh... surely you're not mad at me? I mean, you did get some useful exercise, right? Right? And you have to admit that it was pretty fun, right? I mean...
Michael drops the bag he is holding.
Michael Smart: DAMMIT DANIEL!
Daniel starts running away, Michael chasing and yelling at him. The two run off screen as the scene fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:16:35 GMT -5
Untitled, Uncredited
The smell of this place nauseates me as if it were reaching into my stomach and pulling out what I ate for lunch. It reminds me of everything wrong about this moment, as if I needed such help. I swore I would never set foot on this God forsaken island and yet, here I am, chasing another ghost on the path to hypocrisy. And why not? For the past five years I have lived my life with the spirts of the past being my best friends so why should they stop haunting me now? Oh yes, the scent of the cool ocean breeze may make this a paradise for the tourists but to me all it does is yank nightmares more out of my skull. And trust me, I’m not running short on those.
Every cell in my entire being is screaming at my brain to go back, to give up this endeavor. They should know by now that common sense is a thought process it doesn’t register. Slowly but surely memories past come filtering into my mind, clouding the present and confusing my sense of time and space. Every familiar sight begets more visions of days long gone by and better left forgotten. For example this little house across the street on the highway to the arena. White paint with a picket fence to match. I can’t begin to tell you how many hours I have spent staring at that damn house wondering about the people who live inside of it. Are they happy? Do they go to the park with their children after their nine to five job and play? Help them with their homework? But more importantly, do they realize that their life of normalcy is one that is coveted by people such as myself?
Probably not. As I pull back from this vision I examine my own life in the mirror. There is no generic white house with a picket fence. No time to raise my child properly. A wife who cares not about keeping up with the Joneses. My life is a roller coaster that feels as if it is going to shoot straight off the tracks and someday I have no doubt that it absolutely will. Fame? Fortune? Yeah, it’s not all cracked up what it’s supposed to be. What I would give to trade places with the average Joe. If I could, then I wouldn’t be here thousands of miles away from my home on an island filled with people would rather shoot me than look at me. Good thing for me that these very people are going to need a very big gun if they wish to follow through on their intentions. If I am lucky, I am going to be able to get in, get done and get out without anyone even knowing I was here.
Of course that would only happen if I were, in fact, lucky. Truth is I wouldn’t know what luck is even if Lady Lucky herself pulled her pants down and followed suit right in front of me. Two years ago I made a mistake and that mistake finally caught up to me at the price of one 42 cent postage stamp. No return to sender on this one, only atoning for my past one more time. Hopefully the last, but then again, that’s what I have been living my life by for the past few years, hope. Hope that I can somehow wash away the stain of the unrighteousness actions I made when I saw the world through immature eyes. Hope that I will be able to be able to walk forward for one time in my life without having to look back.
As I pay the taxi driver his fare for the evening a tip that will undoubtedly build upon my legend, I can’t help but look at my surroundings and mutter to myself ...
“They say rats are always the first off a sinking ship. Since that’s all I see surrounding me, I can’t argue with that.”
(Fade)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:17:16 GMT -5
Match 1: Michael Smart vs. Red Panther (Credit: Dan White)
Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Coming first to the ring, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing at 228 lbs.....Michael Smart!
"Live to win" by Paul Stanley starts playing, to a decent pop from the crowd. White and blue lights start flashing in the arena as Michael Smart comes out, wearing a white vest. Close behind him is Daniel Smart. The two make their way to the ring, Michael looking around the crowd at the fans. Daniel stays at ringside as Michael climbs the stairs and steps inside the ring, climbing a turnbuckle and raising his arms up in the air triumphantly. The lights stop flashing as Michael jumps down and starts pacing around the ring.
Philip: And his opponent, from Honolulu, Hawaii, weighing at 213 lbs....The Red Panther!
The opening strains of Sepulrura's Roots bloody roots blasts out as The Red Panther strolls out, surrounded by smoke.
Roots bloody roots Roots bloody roots Roots bloody roots Roots bloody roooaaaaaahh
The Brazilian metal barely drowns out the boos, although some fans enjoy the song too much to boo. Panther climbs up the fist, climbs in and air boxes as the song kicks in.
I Believe in our fate We dont need to fake Its all we wanna be Watch me freeeaaak !!
Panther turns into his corner, turns back and gets into his fighting stance, as Philip exits the ring and this match gets ready to begin.
Bell rings
Both men are eager to pick up a crucial PPV victory, and are fast out of their corners, locking up in the middle of the ring. Panther manages to whip Smart at the ropes, who catapults off and sees himself as the victim in a hammerlock hold. Panther then attempts to plant a Russian Leg Sweep, but Smart is able to writhe his way out of the situation, getting behind his foe. He then takes him down with a German Suplex, slamming Panther hard to the ground. He makes an early cover, but Panther is able to comfortably kick out before three. Smart is quick to continue with the match, rising to his feet and lifting Panther up. He forces him into the corner, but Panther is able to struggle, clutching Smart around the neck and forcing him backwards. He then quickly turns the neck hold into a Headlock, and follows this with a swift takedown to the ground. With Smart's shoulders pinned, the referee makes a count, but the rookie is quick to lift a shoulder up before three. Panther releases him, allowing him to get to his feet before quickly moving in with an Arm Drag, sending Smart for the ride.
Smart hits the ground, but the momentum causes him to get back up onto his feet. He continues, hitting the ropes and staggering back towards Panther, who leaps up and delivers a front kick to the ribs, knocking Smart to the ground. The crowd jeers as Panther taunts his opponent, pointing at him and snarling. Panther then lifts Smart up again, wanting to make light work of this job. He lifts Smart into the Barret .50 Cal (Northern Lights Suplex), but Smart is able to get out of the situation. He then throws a few punches in the bemused Panther's face, taking him back a bit by surprise. He mixes in a couple of knife edge chops here, providing the crowd a bit of interaction, and the “WOOOOOO”s are echoed throughout the arena. With Panther now in a precarious situation, Smart tries to add more fuel to the fire, taking him to the ground with a firm Neckbreaker, to a pop from the crowd. He then goes to make another pinfall attempt on his opponent, but again, Panther is able to kick out before three, with both the crowd and Smart alike slowly becoming more annoyed at being unable to wrap this match up.
Smart sighs, and gets up to his feet. He picks Panther up alongside, and throws him against the ropes. He doubles over, but Panther reads this, rolling across Smart's back. He continues to run at the ropes, and Smart is unable to turn around quick enough, and is on the receiving end of a punishing sliding kick to the knee. The force is enough to send him to his other knee, and he winces in pain slightly. Panther continues with the attack, planting a firm elbow to the top of the back, and Michael Smart falls to the floor. Panther smirks again as he picks him up, and tosses him against the ropes. Smart this time manages to hang onto the ropes, evading what could have been a match-threatening situation. Panther rushes towards him, but to his surprise, Smart is able to drop to the ground, pulling the ropes with him, and sending Panther to the outside. He crashes against the crowd barricade, to a pop from the crowd. Smart takes this time to catch his breath a little, as he analyses the situation carefully. He doesn't want to do anything here that scuppers his chance of winning.
He chooses to follow Panther out of the ring, but is wary of the fact that his opponent could well be playing possum. So in order to halt any chance of being attacked out of the blue, Smart decides to launch himself off of the ring apron, landing an elbow drop onto Panther's back. There's a cheer from the crowd, as the referee begins the count. Panther is down, and Smart is on top of him, delivering blows to the face and body. After a few moments he leaps off, earning another pop from this crowd. Panther gets to his feet but is sluggish and starting to feel to effects of this match. And he'll get no mercy from Smart, who proceeds to hits a Belly to Belly Slam onto the protective mats. There's a groan from the crowd as Panther hits the floor somewhat awkwardly, and also for Smart who seems to have hit his head somewhat. But both men are able to get back to their feet, before the referee reaches the count of ten. Panther is still pretty groggy, and the moment he enters the ring, he hits the deck. Smart makes an optimistic cover, but that's the best he can hope for as his opponent kicks out just before three.
Smart gets to his feet, but is becoming more and more frustrated at being unable to put away his opponent. He lifts Panther up, but the Hawaiian lashes out with a chop to the chest, taking Smart by surprise. Panther capitalises on this, regaining composure and firing a few more shots to the chest and face, trying to wear Smart down. He follows this up, lifting Smart onto his shoulders and taking him down with a Fireman's Carry, and hitting an elbow drop immediately afterwards for good measure. Smart is taking the strikes, but each one is wearing him down more and more. Panther compounds this by lifting him up, and going for the Honolulu Combo. He first hits the Uppercut, followed by the kick to the ribs, spinning elbow, and rounds it off with a knee to the face. Smart is down on the floor, and Panther lets out a sly smirk. He goes to pin Smart, but is unable to get the three count, with his opponent kicking out right before three. Like Smart before, this annoys Panther, but unlike Smart, he is visible about it, grabbing the referee and angrily holding up three fingers. The referee asserts his authority and holds up two, and Panther reluctantly walks away.
As Smart is getting to his feet, he has another idea. He bounces off the ropes, attempting to hit his finishing move, the Samoa Spin Kick. It almost hits, but Smart is able to jump back at the last possible moment, evading the kick. Panther is in gaga land as he spins about having not connected the hold, but he's able to get back to normal. He notices that his efforts were unsuccessful, and he goes after Smart again. He attempts a calf kick, but Smart is able to catch the leg. With a flash, Smart grabs Panther's other leg, flipping him onto the floor and locking in the Smartshooter!!! Panther screams in pain as he tries to reach out for the ropes, but there's none in sight. He taps out on the floor, and there's another large pop as Smart wins the match.
Philip: Here is your winner....Michael Smart!!!
A great pop goes out as “Live to Win” hits again, and Smart releases the hold. He throws his arms in the air with a sense of relief, as his cousin Daniel enters the ring, hugging the victor. Michael applauds the crowd for their support, as he exits the ring, pleased with the Pay Per View win, and makes his way up the ramp. There's a lot of great things heading his way, and if he fights tonight like he does in the future, he's destined for shiny golden things. Red Panther meanwhile is in a different mood, and he lashes out at the referee, who checks to see if he's alright. He'll be unhappy that he lost, especially with a somewhat rookie error, but he'll have time to iron out his problems. He'll have to, especially with EOTR round the corner.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:17:39 GMT -5
The End: Beginning Credit: Jake
We fade in to see one of ACW newest and most inactive superstars, Andrew Black, opening the door of the Untouchables locker room. If it was possible, his jaw would be resting on the floor, as the camera pans out to show the woman standing in front of him. Familiar to the ACW crowd, the brunette Kirsten Carter stands in front of her boyfriend in a very short skirt and low cut top. While his first reaction was simply at her looks, he then realized she probably shouldn’t be anywhere near a place where Jake Cheng could be.
Kirsten Carter: It’s ok, he is in the ring fighting Train.
Andrew Black: That still doesn’t mean you can do this! I could have prepared bett-
Kirsten Carter: And ruin the surprise? No way.
Awkward silence.
Kirsten Carter: So, can I come in?
Andrew Black: Yeah, yeah, sorry.
She walks into the locker room and drops her back. He latches onto the Black Knight as he closes the door.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:18:13 GMT -5
Segment Save Spot
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:18:39 GMT -5
Segment: D-Day (Credit: Dan White)
The segment opens up in the backstage area, and there’s a monumental pop as we see the Welsh Dragon, Dan White, walking into the arena. He has a pretty intense fight coming up tonight, one that will not only be for the World title, but also in a Hell in a Cell. Needless to say, it’s going to be brutal, and could well be the most epic match ACW has seen all year. And the nerves are evident. Dan doesn’t look his usual, happy-go-lucky self. He looks determined, but there is a strong hint of red sirens beaming off inside his head. He doesn’t look at the camera at all, instead trying to focus on getting towards his locker room. But he’s interrupted by a familiar face, one that casts reluctancy on the challenger’s face. But it’s not “The Internet” Kevin Anderson, no. It’s in fact another face.
Gary: Hey Dan! Good luck tonight! I heard you had a title shot against Senator Steve Phillips?
Dan places his hands on his hips, looking at the ground, before looking at ACW’s resident jobber.
Dan White: Yes, Gary. I am. I have a World title match against Senator tonight. Now if you don’t mi-
But he can’t finish his segment, as he’s interrupted.
Gary: Well, I really hope you win! I never really liked that Senator guy. I mean, he had his friends, those Capitalists, to bully me for ages back in the day on Fallout!
Dan responds, although is rather uninterested.
Dan White: Yeah, I saw. I think we all did.
Gary: And he’s cheated and corrupted his way to the title so many times! And not only that, but he is a corrupt moderator! I really hope you beat him, Dan. I really do.
Dan sighs again, increasingly becoming annoyed with Gary.
Dan White: Yeah, me too.
As always, Gary fails to get the hint, and continues to pester Dan with his dim talk.
Gary: He's been a real lousy champ, Dan. If you beat him. I think you'll become one of the most loved guys in this place!
Dan smiles somewhat, but quickly shakes out of it, as Gary continues to talk.
Gary: And then maybe one day I could become world champion! That would be so great, wouldn't it Dan? Huh, wouldn't it?
Dan just stands, eyes widened, as Gary looks up at him like an excited puppy, and responds in a sarcastic manner.
Dan White: Yes, Gary. I'm sure one day you'll be the champion of ACW.
But Gary's sarcasm machine fails to register, and his eyes widen even more.
Gary: Wow, that would be great! Thanks a lot!
Gary then proceeds to exit, stage right, and leaves Dan to his own devices. The Welshman sighs heavily, as he finally has a chance to enter his locker room. He opens the door, shutting it behind him, and tossing his kit bag to one side. He then reaches into his pocket, grabbing his mobile phone. Noticing that he has a couple of missed calls and a handful of texts, he does something that is rather uncharacteristic of the Welshman.
He turns his phone off, chucking it onto a chair, and sits down, sighing heavily, his head in his hands.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:19:40 GMT -5
Match 2: Thunder Train vs. Jake Cheng
Match will (again) be posted upon receipt.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:20:08 GMT -5
Destiny Jack Jefferson
Somewhere in the expansive bowels of the ACW Arena Jack Jefferson is preparing himself for his upcoming International Title match. He has a camera on a tripod with him and it records his every move, kicks and punches thrown at a battered and worn punch bag. Push-ups are performed, placing his fists on the floor instead of his palms, and numerous strenuous crunches completed. With his warm-up and stretches finished Jefferson squats down in front of the camera, staring intensely through the lens.
Jefferson: Earlier this morning I was diagnosed as being at 100%. Perfect timing, because tonight...I fulfil my destiny. Tonight I win the ACW International Title and thrust myself into the spotlight to claim the recognition I so richly deserve. I will prize the title from the grasp of the very same man I took what would become the ACW British Title from, it seems tonight I am destined to get my revenge on him after he took the British Title from me. I will both physically and mentally break down Dave Shadow until he is on his hands and knees begging and pleading for me to end the match.
As for my other “opponent” Jason Freeman? I pity the poor bastard! We all know he’s not in the match on merit. No, he’s there because I want him there. He attacked me from behind, giving me a nasty concussion, and wormed his way into the match as a result. He’s in the match for one reason and one reason only...because tonight I’m going to get my revenge and destroy him. Make no mistake; this isn’t a true triple threat match. No, this is a one-on-one match between Dave Shadow and myself with a minor distraction in the first few minutes as I dismantle Jason Freeman.
For the match I can guarantee two things; it’s going to be brutal and it’s going to end with me getting my hand raised and being handed the International Title Match. Bones, as well as dreams, will be shattered and, hopefully, copious amounts of blood will be spilt. I expect no-one involved to back down and I know for certain that I won’t be the one to do it, I never back down no matter what the situation so I’m expecting a three-way head-on collision. It’s going a train wreck and I’m going to be the only man left standing.
You can see the fire burning in Jefferson’s eyes as he speaks quickly and passionately. A sick grin spreads across his face as he talks about the match being a brutal train wreck that spells out just how confident Jefferson is and just how much he’s looking forward to the match.
Fade to Black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:21:03 GMT -5
The Waiting Game [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] The camera cuts to the back of the ACW arena where the fans can see Vortex casually walking the hallways. A few seconds pass, and much like a sudden flash of heat lighting, Kevin Anderson appears before the camera. Vortex thinks for a moment whether to pass him by, however he decides against this and stops for the interview. Kevin: Vortex! You have no match tonight! WHAT THE HELL MAN? Vortex: Settle down, Beavis.Kevin: Beavis? Did you just call me a penis? Vortex stares at Kevin for a few awkward seconds, then watches in amusement as Kevin nervously checks his clothing for anything out of the ordinary.Kevin: Never can be too careful. Anyway, why don’t you have a match tonight? Vortex: No one stepped up. I’m not about to go hunting people down and asking if they want a shot at my title, that would make me look both boastful and weak. I’ve laid down the challenge, and the ball is out of my court now. Kevin: Well it seems like a few people have answered your challenge…I mean there was Rena, and then Spade, and Panther! Panther even called you a hobo last week! Vortex: In some respects, I am a hobo Kevin. Blank stare. Kevin: You know that masked guy? Vortex: Panther? Kevin: No, the one that was following you around! Vortex: Oh, yeah. Kevin: Well he posted some more stuff on my wall! Kevin whips out his iPhone and quickly navigates to his personal Face Book page. After a few seconds of scanning the various wall postings Kevin shows Vortex one posted by the masked man. Vortex: Why does he call himself Betty? Kevin: I have no clue! That’s so insane…I mean look at what he wrote! The posting simply reads: GORGANZOLA! Vortex: Isn’t that cheese? Kevin: I have no idea…but it’s like a catch-22 with this guy! Vortex laughs internally at Kevin’s unintended reference. Kevin: I want to block him…I really do. But his replies might hold clues! You know, if I can figure out who the guy is, I can be king of all media! Vortex: You might have to fight Howard for that title. Vortex’s words go unheard by Kevin who is busy typing something or another on his iPhone. Vortex waits for a moment and is suddenly surprised by an outburst of anger from Kevin. Kevin: DAMMIT! Vortex: Phone malfunction? Kevin: No! 400 error! What the hell Face Book? WHAT THE HELL? There was this hot girl that posted on my wall, and I was about reply and then BAM! That’s it, if you’ll excuse me I have some hate mail to write! With those words of nerd rage Kevin storms off down the hallway. Vortex pauses for a few moments to attempt to take in what just happened, and then simply decides to disregard it and continue walking down the hallway.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:29:25 GMT -5
Here's a Clue... By Dave Shadow, Alicia Kitsune & "The Attacker" As the scene fades in from black, we find ourselves back in a familiar setting. It’s never nice to have to be in a hospital room. It’s even worse when you find yourself sitting at the end of the bed, looking at a member of your family with a tube shoved down their throat and wires coming out of them in every direction, hooked up to a machine. Unfortunately, this is how we find Dave Shadow, who watches his brother Jay Tyler, still battered and bruised, still in a deep coma. There have been no signs of improvement since the attack took place. But Dave continues his vigil, staying at Jay’s bedside in case he wakes up.
Alicia Laureano comes walking up the corridor and through the door, a cup of coffee in each hand. Dave looks up and takes one from her, nodding gratefully. Alicia has been careful to maintain a respectful distance from Shadow since the attack on Jay, apart from her previous hospital visit. She has her own family to attend to, and now more than ever she feels that Dave needs to be the one deciding the pace of their investigations. She knows all too well what it is like to see a loved one brought low by the machinations of others; it’s something everyone needs to deal with in their own way. Nevertheless, she is now more concerned than ever to make some sort of breakthrough, so Dave’s call to her earlier that day to come by is far from unwelcome.She continues to stand, as the two turn their attentions back to Jay.
Dave: Thanks for coming again.Alicia: No problem. Dave: Listen, I...Before Dave can say anything else though, the duo are distracted by someone knocking on the door. They look round to find one of the nurses standing there, holding a package in her hand.
Nurse: I’m sorry to disturb you, but someone just left a package for you at reception.The nurse hands it to Dave before looking at Jay and then back to Dave, sympathetically. She turns and leaves, as Dave rips open the package. A CD case slides out into his hand, as he looks at Alicia. On the cover, the words “To a Dear Friend” are written in big, red letters in a very fancy handwriting. Someone has obviously taken a great level of care in preparing this disc. The two are intrigued, as Dave motions towards his bag in the corner. Alicia walks over and picks up the bag. She pulls out Dave’s walkman...Alicia: You still use one of these things? I would have thought with the amount of money ACW is paying you, you could at least afford an iPod. Dave snatches it off her, throwing her a dirty look. He opens the case and takes the disc out, loading it into the walkman. He puts one earphone into his own ear, and offers the second to Alicia. She holds it up, as Dave presses play.
A voice starts to come through the headphones, but it is impossible to distinguish who it belongs to. By the sounds of it, whoever has sent it took great care to remain anonymous, their voice being run through an encoder before sending it on.[glow=red,2,300]Dave, I’m sure right now that you’re sitting next to Jay, wondering why this has happened. Instead of training for your match against Freeman and Jefferson you’re sitting next to your brother in the hopes I will come to finish the job and reveal myself. I assure you that is not the case. There will be no more attacks on your brother or yourself.[/glow] Dave looks at Alicia, both of their eyes opening wide in disbelief. It’s the attacker! Dave swears loudly, but Alicia starts waving her arms at him, telling him to quieten down and listen.[glow=red,2,300] I do wish to give you one hint though, more out of respect for Alicia Laureano than yourself. You’re wasting your time on this man hunt, searching for clues that aren’t there, looking at the time frame of the attacks on both Jay and yourself. Instead you should be concerning yourself with why I would stoop to these levels, what you have done that would warrant such attacks.
For someone so young as yourself, you’ve accomplished a lot towards making the wrestling world into what it once was. Your own selfishness however has lead you to do irreparable harm to this industry and, for that, you and I will never side. Where as you take it for granted, I see it for all it has given me.
I implore you Dave to drop the man hunt, to use your brains and discover the truth. I also wish you best of luck on Saturday; picking up the International Title would be an excellent bonus for achieving my goals.
Until the next, Dave.[/glow]
As the voice fades, a song starts to play. “Always” by Saliva starts blasting through the earphones, making both the listeners jump slightly. Dave looks at Alicia, who seems somewhat confused. Alicia: What’s the significance of the song? I recall it, but I can’t think where I would have heard it before... Dave: That....that’s the GWF theme song! That bastard....that....wait, if he dropped the message off here himself....Suddenly, the two realise the importance of what the nurse said. The attacker was here, in the hospital. He delivered the package himself at reception.
The two start out through the door of the hospital room, and start legging it down the corridors as fast as they can, trying to get to reception as quickly as possible. They reach the reception as Dave runs up to the desk, shouting at the nurse behind it.Dave: The man who left the package? Where is he? She points out the door towards the car park, as Dave runs out. Alicia gives chase, but doesn’t have to for long. As soon as she walks out the doors, she finds Dave standing there, looking around desperately. The car park is massive and many people go about their business. Anyone could easily blend in and be lost in the crowd by now, hidden by an urban camouflage. Dave swears loudly again; he was so close.Dave: Dammit, he’s long gone.Alicia: Yes...but Dave, if that was the GWF theme, that significantly narrows our suspect list. Dave: Does it? It narrows it down to anyone who was ever in the GWF. So looking at ACW alone, you've still got half the roster. Most of them did stints under me. And that’s presupposing it’s someone who is on your payroll right now. That’s ignoring all those people who aren’t in ACW; Shelton, Bryan, James, Kevin, Williams, DeNiro.....shit!Alicia: It’s someone who thinks you did harm to the wrestling industry.... Dave: Yeah. Shame that’s a popular opinion nowadays. Damn it.Dave puts his hands on his hips, and turns round, heading back into the hospital. Alicia takes one more look over the car park and out the gates, but there is no point. Despite what Dave thinks though, this could be just the slip they were waiting for. The attacker has given a vital clue. One he may well end up regretting.Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:30:19 GMT -5
Match 3: Kaoru Hanayama vs Andrew Starr (Written by The Red Panther) The arena lights dim, as the low, powerful bass of "Take Sword" breaks out from the speakers. The audience already realizes what is to come. Some boo, and some and some just stand in awed silence, as Kaoru Hanayama's massive frame emerges from backstage with a blunt, glazed stare. Yo, aiyo, chumps are in trouble, boy, tongue pay double, boy I'm trump tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy I leave you ducks in a puddle, buried under cuz of rubble Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles Kaoru takes slow, heavy steps towards the ring, his face periodically shrouded by his swaying hair. Hot lead from the cylinder, from my two-shot dillinger Put that hot steel in ya, bigger not feeling ya Bio hazard, to ya flesh and ya fabric No need to scratch your hair, son, the clean to my static. Hanayama walks intimidatingly up the metal steps and menacingly steps through the ropes, wearing an emotionless look. The 320 pound monster makes his way to his corner, not responding to the boos and jeers. "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" resonates across the ACW Arena, and Starr comes out on the entrance ramp holding his signature bottle of Jack Daniels. He flashes a goofy, drunken smile across the arena and takes a giant swig of his alcohol. He makes to spit it out straight above his head, but thinks about it for a second before swallowing the beverage. With hands raised in the air, he swiftly throws the empty bottle onto the ground as a fireball explodes behind him. He slightly jumps, looking behind him, as he walks on down to the ring and sliding in.Phillips: To my left, from Ryukyu Islands, Japan, he weighs in at three-hundred and twenty pounds and stands at six feet three inches, he is the IRON GOLIOTH, KAORUUUUUUU HANAAAAAAAAAAAYAMAAAAAAAAA! The crowd boos out the giants name as Kaoru stands tall, staring down Starr. Phillips: And to my right, from Seattle Washington, he weighs in at around two-hundred and fourty pounds before his pre-match drinking session and stands at six feet, he is one half of Mestarruus, he is a former champion many times, ANDREWWWW STARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! Many fans raise there own bottles of JD to Starr, who looks longingly at the bottles before smiling. Phillips: Our referee tonight is Joey Reynolds and this is a non-title match. Maxwell: With his partner Dan White fighting for the title, Andrew Starr must be excited as both a wrestler and wrestling fan.Edison: Kaoru has been torturing Starr for a while, both will want a win in what has been called the battle of the lariats.DING DING BOOM! The last ding is drowned out by Kaoru booting Starr in the face, sending him down against the middle rope. Kaoru elbows Starr across the back of the head a few times, forcing Starr out of the ring. Starr feels something is missing, and realizes it is being over the legal driving limit. A small bottle of Kentucky whiskey later and Starr rolls back into the ring, the two now trading punches like a pair of mad men. Kaoru falls down, but gets up. Starr goes down, but gets up. At last Starr knees Kaoru in the gut, stopping the rapid fire striking, allowing him to lay a chop into the giant. Starr follows with a slap to the face and then an armdrag, sending Kaoru sprawling to the other side of the ring. Maxwell: Strong strikes to start this one, after some bourbon Starr seems more adept at throws.Edison: Three bottles and he will become Senator!Starr runs in with a shoulder block but Kaoru side steps, knees Starr and sends him flying with a belly-to-belly suplex. Kaoru stomps Starr in the chest a few times, leans down, slaps him and then rips Starrs shirt off and throws it out the ring. Kaoru drops an elbow on Starr and then lifts him by the back of his neck, only to get a headbut. Starr beats his chest like a man possessed and then body splashes Kaoru, getting just a one count. Starr lifts Kaoru and whips him to the corner, following with a clothesline and then a bulldog. Starr runs to the ropes as Kaoru gets to one knee, steps up and misses with a knee. Starr keeps running, coming back off the ropes with a spear and then a flurry of strikes. Edison: Starr was getting beaten down for a bit there, he did well to come back.Maxwell: Some nice running moves to stop Kaoru grabbing him.Joey Reynolds pulls Starr off and goes to break the two apart, only for Kaoru to burst through and smash Starr with the Game Of Death. Kaoru lets go after ten head buts and grabs Starr by the shoulder and pants, tossing him head first into the ring post! Starr stands up into a Landslide Splash, CRUSHING Starr against the corner. Poor Andrew topples onto his face, allowing Kaoru to roll him over and cover, getting a two count. Kaoru looks slightly shocked at Starr kicking out and so climbs the top rope. Starr stands up into a missile dropkick, flooring both men. The fans cheer Starr to get up, which he does in time with Kaoru, flooring the giant with a clothesline. Maxwell: Fighting spirit from Starr!Starr grabs Kaoru by the neck, putting him in a sleeper! Kaoru flails his arms, glancing them off Starrs knees and arms. Kaoru starts pulling Starrs arms off his throat, turns and pushes Andrew with full power into the corner, followed by a running dropkick. Kaoru lifts Starr up over his head in a military press and then drops him gut first over the corner post! Kaoru climbs onto the apron, raises a fist and then kicks Starr in the face, sending him to the floor! Starr slams his face into the floor, his nose cut from the boot. Starr rolls onto his side, looking up at Kaoru, a fire still in his eyes, not out yet, KAoru stomps Starrs head into the mat on the floor a few times, tosses him into the barricade and then rolls Starr in at the seven count. Kaoru doesn't cover, instead going up top. Kaoru looks down and then flies off with an elbow, only for Starr to roll out the way! Maxwell: Both men are down!Edison: Could it all be over?After Joey Reynolds gets to a seven count, both men stand up using the ropes. Kaoru runs at Starr with a superkick, only for Starr to hit the deck, causing Kaoru to get straddled on the ropes, crotch first! Starr chops Kaoru across the chest seven times and then twists his arm, holds it until Reynolds counts to three and then elbows Kaoru across the arm. The giant drops back into the ring, allowing Starr to cover, just getting a shoulder up at two. Starr drops to one knee in the middle of the ring, holding his nose, blood trickling down across his chest. Edison: That must be 16% proof blood!Kaoru runs at Starr and boots his chest, flooring him. Starr upkicks Kaoru in the throat, stands up and snap mares the Iron Goliath, then drops an elbow onto his nose. Starr beats his chest, signaling the end. Kaoru stumbles up as Starr runs in for the Andrew Starr Lariet only for Kaoru to duck and go behind, pulling STarrs arms, setting for the Goliath Driver. Just before Kaoru goes for his finisher, Starr pulls his arms off, kicks his opponent and DDTs him! Joey Reynolds starts the ten count. 1...2...3..4 Both men get two a knee 5...6...7 Both get a leg up to one knee 8...9 Starr gets to both feet, only to find Kaoru diving at him with the Goliath Lariet. Starr ducks, turns and smashes Kaoru with the Andrew Starr lariat! 1...2...3! Winner: Andrew Starr
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