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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 3, 2009 16:01:15 GMT -5
Segment: Training (Credit: Michael Smart)
The scene opens up with a shot of the Untouchables locker room. The door is the same as always. The camera pans back to show Daniel Smart, wearing a dark grey suit, a green tie and black sunglasses, knocking on the door. Hearing no response, Daniel shrugs and decides to open the door anyway. As he steps in, the camera gives a better view of the room. On the couch is Michael Smart, reading a book, totally absorbed in its pages.
Daniel Smart: What's up, cousin?
There's no response from Michael. Daniel scratches his neck, wondering whether his cousin heard him.
Daniel Smart: Hey, cousin, I asked what's up?
Still no response. Daniel looks around the room and notices a bottle of water on a table.
Daniel Smart: Can I get a sip from that? I'm thirsty.
Michael turns a page, not even making an effort to acknowledge his cousin.
Daniel Smart: I'll take that as a yes.
Daniel grabs the bottle and takes a long gulp from it. Michael keeps reading the book. Daniel lets out another sigh.
Daniel Smart: Sorry, cousin, but you asked for this.
Daniel throws water from the bottle at Michael's face! Michael gets startled, covering his face. When he realizes that Daniel is in the room, he starts yelling at him.
Michael Smart: WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?!?
Daniel Smart: You weren't listening to me.
Michael wipes some water from his face with his left hand.
Michael Smart: Sorry, I was just thinking. I'm not in a good mood right now.
Daniel Smart: Did something happen?
Michael Smart: You haven't heard? Jake Cheng and Andrew Black... the two of them were in a car crash. As in, the car went off a highway and crashed into the ground.
Daniel Smart: Oh.
Michael Smart: And tonight I have to go one on one with... Thunder Train.
Daniel Smart: Oh, that sounds...
Daniel's eyes widen in realization.
Daniel Smart: You're going up against THAT guy? Don't do it! I don't want you to die!
Michael Smart: Thanks for the encouraging words, Daniel.
Daniel Smart: I'm just being realistic. I mean, have you seen him? That guy's huge!
Michael Smart: I know. That's why I'm training.
Daniel Smart: Huh?
Michael Smart: This book... it's an English-Latin dictionary.
Daniel Smart: ...And that's training because?
Michael Smart: Remember the Eusiro incident? I never want that to happen again. Next time he starts having words in Latin, I'll be ready.
Daniel Smart: Yeah, that has nothing to do with him crushing in the ring in five minutes.
Michael Smart: Five minutes? Come on, you gotta give me more credit than that. Besides, the bigger they are, the harder they fall.
Daniel Smart: But if he falls on top of you, your bones will be gravy.
Michael Smart: Then I'll just have to make sure not to let that happen.
Daniel Smart: Good luch with that.
Michael Smart: Stop being so negative. Isn't that what you told me a few weeks ago?
Daniel Smart: Yeah, I guess I did.
Michael Smart: Then take your own advice. I'm sure everything will go fine. Now let me get back to my training.
Daniel Smart: Wait... Train... training... AHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Michael is confused at Daniel's sudden burst of laughter over the bad pun as the scene fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 3, 2009 16:01:54 GMT -5
P O S T H U M O U S R E L E A S E[/b][/color] [A RETRO SEGMENT BY]R e n a M a t h e s o n &T h e R e p r o b a t e[/color][/center][/font] Fade in from white, we look down on a pink, heart shaped hotel bed. A manly figure is outlined by the sheets, but we can't see his face. The bed is covered in rose petals, and more of them fall from the ceiling slowly and land on the bed sheets. Lower and lower we go, spiraling downward, as the screen alternates between a pink tint and a white glow. The curtains slowly blow as the wind coming in from the opened window pushes it away. We reach the bed, hard. Cut to real life, the room is dark and dirty. We're not in a hotel suite, and the only thing the bed is covered in is lube, a used condom, and torn sheets. The man in the bed is The Reprobate. He doesn't speak, but we hear his voice as he slowly wakes and looks around the room, in disgust.REP:[/b] I woke up three hours later in a haze... the room was dirtier than it had seemed when I entered it in a blaze of passion. Not passion... excitement. I haven't done anything like this for a long time. I don't know where she is, but I don't want to look her in the eye after what we had done the night before. Across the room, the bathroom door opens. We cut to the ground, a woman's feet. We slowly pan up to reveal more and more of her body, and with each passing part, it becomes more apparent that she isn't Rep's girlfriend, Christina... until we reach the face of Rena Matheson, brushing her teeth. She takes the tooth brush out of her mouth and sees Rep sitting up in bed.RENA:[/b] Leaving so soon? After the amazing fuck last night you should probably be resting for a little bit longer ... you know, gain your strength back. After all that hard work you must be a little tired. Rep moves over to the edge of the bed and starts putting his socks on, ignoring Rena.REP:[/b] I have to go. Rena throws her tooth brush in to the sink and washes out her mouth. She comes back out of the bathroom and sits down next to Rep. She begins to rub his crotch through his jeans, but he shoves her hands away.REP:[/b] We're done here. RENA:[/b] Oh come on ... don't you want a second round, Rocky? REP:[/b] I've planted my seed, my work is done. Rep ties his bootlaces, throws his bag over his shoulder, and leaves the hotel room as Rena sits on the edge of the bed, rejected.RENA:[/b] Call me! He opens the door and exits the room, leaving Rena with the memory of the night before, and hopes to recreate it some time soon. Little did she know that this would be the last time she would ever speak to him.
Fade to orange.
The camera pulls back as the once colorless scene goes tinted orange, and as we go forward in time, the once lone Rena Matheson sitting on the bed with her head low remains... but she is not alone. Ease backwards to reveal the man sitting next to her.Steele: Don't you see, Rena? We're perfect for each other. Fuck what everyone else says about you and I, it's not about them. It's about us.RENA:[/b] So what you're basically saying to me is... you think we should be together. As a couple. Steele: Yes. I know before, we just wanted to keep it casual. But I can't stop thinking about us together and how great it would be. I haven't had many positive relationships in my life and this is probably one of the most positive things I've thought about in a long time. I think we should commit to each other.RENA:[/b] Jake, I like you. I like that you're the World Heavyweight Champion. Let me make you a deal. When you beat Steven and Thunderkiss tonight, I will give myself to you. You keep that belt, and you get the pussy... and possibly a relationship. Steele smiles, satisfied. They kiss on the lips and the camera zooms in to the table next to the bed, which has the World Heavyweight Championship on top of it. We zoom in to the Championship.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 3, 2009 16:02:23 GMT -5
Match 4: EOTR Qualifying Match Dave Shadow vs. The Red Panther (Credit: Dave Shadow) The following match is a Emperor of the Ring Qualifier set for one fall.As the match gets under way, the two competitors approach each other in the middle of the ring. The look on Dave’s face shows he is obviously not taking this too seriously, confident tonight to a fault. Indeed, pissing off Red Panther is not a smart move, as he explodes at Dave with a series of punches and kicks, using his kickboxing skills to good use. He connects with a few punches to the head of Dave, as well as a good few kicks. He backs Dave right back into the ropes, before grabbing his arm and trying to whip him across the ring. Dave counters though and it’s panther who hits the ropes. On the rebound, Dave jumps up and connects with a leg lariat, his calf smashing off the nose of Panther. Panther clutches his face, as Dave sits up, his smile gone, replaced with a contorted mask of rage. McNally: Well Dave, that’s what you get for being an arrogant bastard. Dave grabs Panther by the mask, looking to make him pay for the early shots, but as he rises, Panther manages to push Dave back. Dave is shocked, and the distraction gives Panther a chance to hit another move. He grabs Dave by the head and hits a snap mare, flipping Dave over. As Dave tries to sit up, Panther kicks him square in the ribs with a massive shot, driving all the air out of his lungs. Dave continues to sit on the ground holding his side, as Panther hits the ropes. He comes bounding back across the ring, before hitting a big running knee strike to Dave, driving it straight into his jaw. Dave snaps back and hits his head on the canvas, as Panther goes for the cover. Dave manages to get the arm up at two though, much to Panther’s obvious disgust. He climbs back to his feet and rolls Dave over, grabbing him by the hair and starting to lift him to his feet. As he does though, Dave hits a punch to the gut of his opponent, before following it with a European uppercut to Panther’s jaw, sending him stumbling backwards. Dave climbs to his feet, and follows after Panther, grabbing him by the head and firing him towards the corner. He hits the turnbuckles hard, as Dave moves over to him and starts kicking him repeatedly in the gut, forcing him into a sitting position, his head resting on the bottom rope. Dave turns charges across the ring and comes back fast, jumping and hitting his double boot facewash. He goes all the way out of the ring, landing on his feet and posing, the fans booing him loudly. Dave slides back into the ring and rolls Panther over to the middle of it, going for a cover. Edison: No, Panther gets the shoulder up at two... ...and as Dave stands up, Panther moves a hand up to his face. He slowly staggers back to his feet, as Dave sizes him up, screaming at his opponent to stand up. As he does, Dave turns and jumps up onto the second rope; he turns in mid air as he springs back, looking for a Lou Thez press, but Panther sees him coming. In an amazing display of athleticism, Panther swings round, flips back and nails a Pele kick on an airborne Dave, the two crashing to the canvas in the process. The two are winded, as they slowly clamber back up to their feet. Panther tries to take the initiative and runs at the ropes, leaping on the rebound. He tries wrapping his legs round Dave’s head, but Dave manages to block the hurricanrana attempt. Panther slides down in front of Dave and lands on his feet, but as soon as he does, Dave jumps, grabs his head and pulls him forward, connecting with his “Blink” Leaping reverse STO! Panther eats canvas, and rolls onto his back, as Dave grabs the leg. “Blink” has claimed another victim out of nowhere, as the ref counts to three. Here is your winner: Dave Shadow!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 3, 2009 16:03:02 GMT -5
Dear ACW, I am posting the first two parts of my four part pre-return story entitled “untitled, uncredited” along with the newest chapter. Reason being I felt that perhaps these were missed at the PPV, and if so, the next chapter would totally not make sense. Also, one of the inspirations for this story was posted in a rumor almost a year ago. Hopefully this link will refresh some memories: alphacw.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=rumorsgossip&action=display&thread=10767
Enjoy.Untitled, Uncredited I. 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 Luck 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 and 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.”
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 3, 2009 16:03:28 GMT -5
II. As my feet crunch down upon the barren soil I can’t help but feel the strings of regret tugging away upon my heart. This land was to be filled with smiling children holding onto their parents with one hand and a balloon in the other. The sound of screaming echoing off rickety old roller coaster tracks. The smell of grilled hotdogs venting in from all angles of the midway. Planet Thunderkiss was to be one of my crowing achievements of my fame. A world inside of a world where all things Thunderkiss and ACW would be celebrated. Now it stands as one of my biggest failures. The only thing that lay before me is two dozen acres of an unfinished construction project that is currently under rent to the native wildlife. Well, better someone have it than no one at all. In the distance I see the glowing lights of the arena illuminating the night sky. The faint roar of the crowd catches my ear, even from here. It is as if the winds off the Atlantic are teasing me, taunting me, to see if they bring forth a jealous thought. If that is truly their intentions they will be sorely disappointed. I am a man on a mission and that mission does not include wallowing around in my regrets, regrets that do not include that colossus that hangs onto the horizon line as if it was ready to strike down upon the Earth. At this very moment, all inside are undoubtedly laying all their life’s ambitions and troubles onto the backs of either Senator Steve Phillips or Dan White, hoping either man can make them forget about their miserable existence for fifteen or so odd minutes. None of that matters to me anymore. I always said a title is only worth as much as the man who holds it. That stated, I wouldn’t give you the spare change in my sofa for any achievement found around here. They might as well take all their belts made out of fools gold and put them on pegs to sell as children’s toys. But that is neither here nor there at the moment and I best refocus my attention to the real reason why I stand here tonight before my straying mind causes me to error. What I seek tonight lays before me and my mind is the only map to help guide me to it. Closing my eyes I recall that fateful day when I stumbled upon it and I let my instincts take over and do the rest. Twenty steps forward, ten to the right. Oh yes, I feel it. It is close. You see, my main goal when I purchased this land was not to build an amusement park. That was only a false facade built around my true intentions. It was what I found many years ago on this site that caused me to open my wallet to its previous owners. I remember their laughter when I showed them my initial offer. They asked me as if I were an ignorant fool, “Why would you possibly want this useless plot of land?” It was hard to allow another to degrade me in such a manner but I played along so that they did not get suspicious. As they say, all’s well that ends well and I assure you there will be no laughing when they discover what was hidden underneath their own noses for all those years. Here. This is it. When I open my eyes my vision affirms to me that my assumption is correct. Just to be sure I lay this image upon one plucked from my mind taken from that moment in time and overlap them. They match. Shovel in hand, I begin digging until dawn which is just fine for me. I’ve had many a workouts on this island, one more surely could not hurt. You want to know how far down the rabbit hole goes? You’re about to find out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 3, 2009 16:03:44 GMT -5
III. Callouses line my hand like money lines my wallet. They scream out to me in pain but I will hear none of it, not at least until my task is complete. Sometime just before the sun comes out to kiss the morning dew, they finally get their wish. My digging comes to an end with the discovery of something I have seen only once before but never could forget: a hole. Yes, that’s right, a hole. But believe me, this is not just simply “a hole.” It’s where it leads that makes it valuable and worth every penny I paid for it and then some. I may not be Alice, but what lies inside is my wonderland. Inside I go, slithering feet below the Earth like a worm looking for his next meal. Darkness surrounds me at all sides but I learned well at boy scout troop 111 of the Las Vegas chapter; I came prepared. With a push of a button my flashlight illuminates my surroundings and reveals a series of caves that would make even Batman jealous. Deeper and deeper I go and I can’t help but appreciate the job the molten lava did thousands of years ago when it carved up this land into the grand spectacle it is now. Finally, after navigating this obstacle course for God knows how long, my journey has come to an end. What I now stand upon is more valuable to me than all my assets combined. It is not gold which I stand upon nor anything with monetary value for that matter. No, what makes this spot so valuable, as they say in real estate, is it’s location, location, location. You see, this network of caverns wind themselves underground for several miles and serve as the foundations for many of the structures here on ACW isle, including the most important one of them all - the arena. When I discovered this world beneath a world I knew that if the opportunity ever arose, I would have something no other man nor woman ever had before within ACW and that is the high ground against Gingerdude and his goon squad. The “good ol’ boys” as I call them. Those who have studied my past know very well that I do my homework against all those who oppose me. I am not a man who simply runs head first into his problems. Cold, calculated, that is my modus operandi. And if you have forgotten, dear Ginger, tonight will serve as a most unfriendly reminder. I never wanted things to be like this. I only wanted to be left alone. Unfortunately, they would not allow for that to happen. They chased me, hounded me, until they finally got my undivided attention. Be careful of what you wish for. I mentioned earlier about the old boy scout motto of “always be prepared.” For the second time tonight I do not disappoint. In my backpack resides several pounds of TNT, enough, if placed properly, to bring the ACW arena crashing down like a house of cards. To be swallowed up into the abyss where it belongs once and for all. ACW, you took something from me ..... ..... and now it is my time to take from you. (To be continued on Warfare)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 3, 2009 16:04:46 GMT -5
Match 5: VorteX vs. Jason Freeman (Credit: Freeman)
VorteX is a speedy wrestler, and Freeman himself can wrestle at a quick pace when the time calls for it. This match as such was bound to be interesting. As the bell sounds however, Freeman does not have the patience to wrestle. He is not in a good mood, and he sets off with heavy shots to VorteX, trying to pound him to the ground. VorteX manages to use his speed to his advantage, as Freeman viciously attempts to get a good opening. VorteX does manage a stiff spinning heel kick, which turns the tide in his favor for a bit. Freeman however dodges VorteX and hits him with a HARD bicycle kick, and Freeman is on top of VorteX almost before he hits the ground.
As the match goes on, Freeman manages to keep VorteX on the ground for a bit, pounding away at him, an angry and intense style that he hasn’t used in a while. Obviously the frustration over the International Championship situation has affected his performance. This anger causes Freeman to be a little off of his guard, and VorteX is able to reverse Freeman into a rollup. He gets only a two count, however. VorteX manages to change the momentum for a while here, and even hits Freeman with the Whirlwind of Destruction for two!
VorteX climbs the turnbuckle having just knocked Freeman to the ground. Freeman is not performing nearly as well as he usually does. His aggression is costing him, as VorteX is able to just pick his spots. VoteX floors Freeman with a hard kick and climbs the turnbuckle going for the Catch 22, but Freeman dodges as VorteX jumps. VorteX hits the ground as Freeman rolls out of the ring, and Freeman grabs VorteX by the leg and yanks him under the ropes. VorteX hits the floor hard, and Freeman begins to stomp on him hard. Freeman picks him up and brings him over to the steel steps, pounding his head on them. He tries to do it again, but VorteX puts his hands out, and stops himself. He turns around and nail some shots on Freeman, getting cheered as he attacks one of the crowd’s least favorite wrestlers. Freeman however, manages to break VorteX’s onslaught with a knee, and now he goes on he offensive once more. The brawl continues, with Freeman not even listening as the ref counts. VorteX is on the receiving end as the ref gets to 9, and Freeman does not stop, as the ref continues his count, reaching 10. The bell rings and Freeman looks up, not too happy. He rolls into the ring and yells at the official but the bell rings.
Phillip: Due to a double countout...this match is a DRAW.
Freeman glares, but shakes his head, and turns, walking out of the ring. VorteX is getting up, but Freeman walks right past him to the back. VorteX seems annoyed that he didn't get a full match, but he knows there's nothing he can do about it, and so he heads up the ramp as well.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 3, 2009 16:05:09 GMT -5
Do Want! By Dave Shadow As we cut backstage again, Charlotte King runs down the corridor with a microphone in hand and the cameraman rushing quickly behind her. As they spin round a corner, they spot who they are looking for; Dave Shadow walks down the hall in front of them, IN title in one hand dragging along the floor, and an icepack in another, held tightly over the back of his head. He looks red and bruised from his altercations here tonight, but that still doesn’t hamper the air of confidence which still surrounds him.
As King catches up, she starts shouting after him.
King: Dave! Dave! A quick word? Dave stops, and even though his back is turned to the camera, you can still see his shoulders drop in annoyance. He turns round to look at her, stopping her in her tracks.
King: Dave, I wanted to talk to you after your match with Panther tonight. Congratulations on advancing in the Emperor of the Ring competition.... Dave puts a hand up and stops her midsentence. He snatches the microphone off her, after throwing the icepack on a box beside them.
Dave: King, let me stop you there. See, earlier, Freeman cut me off when I was in the middle of saying something. Tonight, I went out and I beat Red Panther. And in the process, I managed to take the first step down the path towards my ultimate goal.King: The Emperor of the Ring crown? Dave: Dear Charlotte. No. Think bigger, think more ambitious. I am talking about the World Heavyweight Championship. See, the winner of this competition gets a shot at that title at Winter’s Discontent. A shot I fully plan on earning and making good on. I’m not one to hide my motivations Charlotte, I never have been. I am not going to mince my words. I want to win this competition. I want to win the title shot that I earn in the process. And by doing so, I want to finally fulfil a goal which I set myself months ago. I want to lead my crusade against ACW and I want to topple those who have held it back.
I will do anything it takes to win this competition because I know damn well that I deserve a shot at that title, and I know damn well I am not going to be just granted one. Everything I have ever got here in ACW, I have got through hard work and determination, and it is this attitude which is going to maintain that I continue my meteoric rise up through the ranks of this promotion. So set your clocks, mark it down on the calendars. One month, I become this year’s Emperor of the Ring. Three months, I beat whoever the champion is and I move into my rightful spot. And I don’t care if that’s Dan White or whoever else is holding that belt. Three months. And it is MINE!King: Dave, I thought I should also ask if there has been any change in the condition of your brother since we last spoke. Dave’s complexion physically changes; it is as if he has become a completely different person. For a brief moment, the fire in his eyes is replaced by a sorrow. He looks at Charlotte sadly, but within a few seconds, he has regained his composure. He now frowns, turning angry, his face going red.
Dave: No. My brother still lies in a coma in a hospital bed, and the bastard who did this to him still roams free, as if nothing has happened. Charlotte: Any clues as to who the attacker is? Dave: Of course. All you need to know is that we are following a line of enquiry which will lead us to the attacker, and then I’m going to kill him. Dave turns to leave, but Charlotte stops him.
King: Wait, that’s it? Dave: What do you want, a James Bond villain-esque monologue? I am not going to ruin my plans, I am not going to give the bastard undue warning. When I catch him, and I will catch him, I am going to do it quick and suddenly. But this won’t be like ripping a plaster off. It’s not going to be painless. It’s going to be bloody, it’s going to be brutal, it’s going to be illegal in 49 states barbaric. And he won’t see it coming.Dave turns and storms off, not giving King a chance to continue questioning him. She turns to the camera and looks at it ruefully, as the scene fades....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 3, 2009 16:05:38 GMT -5
Segment: Good Ideas (Credit: Sarin / Yoko)
It's a long hallway to see someone you'd rather be avoiding at the opposite end.
Far away from each other, Yoko and Sarin gradually begin to close the gap, taking step after step until they're a comfortable--but platonic--distance apart.
It's a few moments before the knots in their intestines take it upon themselves to untangle.
Yoko: Hi.
Sarin: Hello.
A pregnant pause...then two...then three...then a litter of baby pauses...then...
Yoko: So, what's on the agenda for today?
Sarin: Gingerdude gave us the night off. No skulls to crack, but I could pencil in an appointment if you'd like.
They're back to their routine within seconds, and their steps are synchronized.
Yoko: Not necessary. I think you left quite an impression on our worser enemies on Saturday, anyway.
Sarin: Does it feel any different this time around?
Yoko: What do you mean?
Sarin: With the belts. We're champions. Again.
Yoko grins and fingers the metallic slung over her shoulder.
Yoko: We're at the top. The top always feels the same. It feels the best.
It's Sarin's turn to grin.
Sarin: But what do we do at the top? Crush every team until there's no one brave enough to face little old us?
Yoko: Sure. But I'm tired of this hands off approach. We're always waiting for our enemies to come to us. Last month, that almost got you thrown off a balcony.
Sarin: True. But what do you propose?
Yoko whispers something in Sarin's ear. If Sarin was grinning before, she's splitting apart her cheeks now. Whistling the "Twisted Nerve" theme, Sarin and Yoko strut off camera, a definite spring in their step.
Off in the distance, if you listen hard enough, you might be able to make out the distant cries of anguish of every known tag team to humankind.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 3, 2009 16:06:19 GMT -5
V I C T O R Y [A RETRO SEGMENT BY] R e n a M a t h e s o n &T h e R e p r o b a t e[/color][/center][/color][/font] Thunder strikes outside, the sound of it and the rain drops intruding inside come from the open window of the locker room. Zoom out to reveal Jake Steele sitting on a bench, holding his body together. A poster on the wall reveals the date of this scene... "The Biggest Three Way Match in ACW History." Jake Steele hold the belt in this picture, a drastic change from the real life Steele grabbing his ribs. The night of Omega Effect... after the carnage. After the match that took out two of ACW's biggest stars. Thunderkiss has already left, driving off in his car mere minutes ago. The Senator Steve Phillips is probably in his office, arranging a host of upcoming media appearances with his newfound "gold" name. One man's career has been slightly elevated, and two others have been destroyed... possibly only in their own eyes. As Jake holds his midsection in agony, and the thunder strikes again, Rena Matheson comes in to the room, holding a first aid kit.RENA:At least you're still in one piece. STEELE:My mind isn't. RENA:You're lucky I went to University for Nursing before. Let me just see what's wrong and I can try to fix whatever it is. STEELE:You can't fix the shit that's going through my mind. RENA:Stop being so melodramatic. Now hold still. You're going to have to cut a promo soon and the guys will be here any minute with their cameras. Come on, you don't want to be in front of the camera looking like this. STEELE:No. I want them to see this. Rena had never seen him so defeated. Pity struck her eyes as she placed her right hand on his jawline, lightly rubbing his cheek with her thumb. She began to lightly press on his ribs, wrapped in white tape.STEELE:OW, FUCK! RENA:Sorry, I need to see if they're broken. STEELE:So ... I guess the deal is off? RENA:Fuck the deal, Jake. I don't care if you won or not. I care about you and your health right now. I don't know why i was such a bitch before, I guess it's because I try to hide my feelings. I want us to work, I'm just afraid that- As the thunder strikes a third time, a man enters the room with a camera, cutting Rena off as she attempted to finish her sentence. We don't see him, but we know it's him. He sets up in front of Steele, who barely moves.CAMERA MAN:Ready, Jake? STEELE:...Yeah... I'm ready. The camera man flips on the switch, and suddenly we see Steele from the perspective of the fans, through the camera. He breaths out through his nose, in pain.STEELE:Thunderkiss... Phillips. On this night, June 22nd, 2009, the biggest show that ACW has to offer.... Omega Effect. We put on the biggest three way match that ACW has ever seen. They call me a prodigy, and they say that I'm a rare type of wrestler. They say that my type of wrestler only come by once in a blue moon. As great as they say I am, I did lose the World Heavyweight Championship tonight. Why does every man strive to become a World Champion when every reign leads to a dramatic loss? Why must it all come to a crashing halt? I now see professional wrestling in a new light. When I won the World Heavyweight Championship, I was still a rookie. I didn't see it through mature eyes. But now, for the first time in my career, I'm being referred to as a former World Heavyweight Champion. Being a former World Heavyweight Champion brings out a distinction between what wrestling is... and what you used to think it was. When I was laying on my back, I got a reality check. After that three count, I became an established wrestler. Not because of the former Champion title, but because I now know the pain of being on top. I lost a title, but it's not gonna get me down. Ever since picking myself up off of the mat, my mind has been wandering in to places that it's never gone before. I've been thinking thoughts that I've ever known to exist. My outlook is now that of a realist. I'm packing my bags and getting out before this business locks me up. I will be back... but when? That's up to the business itself. The camera man turns off the camera and thanks Steele. He gathers his equiptment and leaves. Rena sits down next to Steele.RENA:Jake, calm down. You can't leave ACW. STEELE:I want a life. I want to experience life without the road. RENA:Then go to Cabo for a week. Don't just up and leave because you're tired. STEELE:Rena, I want a family. RENA:A family? This business is your family. STEELE:*sighs* You're not getting it. Steele brings Rena close and kisses her before she has time to say anything else.STEELE:I want to have kids. Rena, with a shocked expression, stops in her tracks, and so does the scene. Flash forward to orange.
It is a crisp, cool Summer night as the camera fades in to reveal Rena's office within the ACW arena. The date, as seen by the open appointment book on her desk, would suggest this is not a scene in retrospect but rather a scene in present time. As the camera focuses on the appointment book, red pen highlights the words[/i] THREE DAYS LATE on this exact date. Though previously a silent room, it is broken by the sounds of puking within the en suite bathroom located just left of the desk. After mere moments, the toilet is flushed and Rena appears from the bathroom door holding her stomach.RENA:Fuck... Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 3, 2009 16:06:54 GMT -5
Segment: Pre Match Fun (Credit: Train)
ACW returns from a commercial break backstage. ACW Interviewer Charlotte King stands with a microphone in hand. She adjusts her hair a bit and preps for her interview.
Charlotte King: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest, Thunder Train!
Crowd gives a mixed reaction of 90% boos as Train steps into the picture. He stands next to Charlotte and towers over her ready for his upcoming match.
Charlotte King: Thank you for joining me Train.
Thunder Train: Yeah whatever. Hurry this up, I got a match to go win.
Charlotte King: Sheesh, fine. Train, recently, you have had your sights set on the ACW World Championship. Care to comment on that?
Thunder Train: If you insist. You see, I've been here for a long damn time and I've never gotten MY shot. Well that all changes now. I'm going to send a message to Dan to make him give me the shot that I rightfully deserve. I've had one of the most successful years in ACW history and the only title that I haven't won is that damned World Championship.
Charlotte King: So tonigh--
Thunder Train: And look at the facts here! The World Champion doesn't even have a match! And the Train is in the main event. Coincidence?
Charlotte King: Probably--
Thunder Train: WRONG! It's because the ACW higher ups KNOW that I'm one of the biggest draws in this company and that people watch this show for me. Not their champion.
Charlotte King: I don't think that's true at all....
Thunder Train: Oh well what do you know? Nothing, that's what you know. Now stand there and look pretty for a second.
Train grabs the microphone from Charlotte and looks into the camera with cold dead eyes.
Thunder Train: Dan White, I REALLY want you to watch this match. Watch it closely. Watch is intensely. Watch it like your life depended on it. Because your future does. After I'm done with your little friend Michael Smart, I'm going gunho for your title. So if I were you I would watch out and be ready. Because the Train can strike from anytime at any angle. And if I can find the chance to injure you to get that title, I will. You can count on that!
Train drops the microphone and then smirks and walks out of the picture. Charlotte picks up the microphone and sighs at what was just said. She probably hates her job but whatever. A job is a job. And now it's time for our main event! Unless there is another segment after this but before the main event. I have no idea...
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 3, 2009 16:07:14 GMT -5
Match 6: Thunder Train vs. Michael Smart (Credit: Jeff Andrews)
Phillip: The following contest is set for one fall, with a 30 minute time limit! Making his way to the ring first, hailing from The End of the Tracks, and weighing in at three hundred sixty pounds… THUNDER…TRAAAAAIIIINNN!!!!
“Gourmet Race” rocks through the arena and Thunder Train makes his way to the ring. The big man easily steps over the top rope, then throws some warmup punches while waiting.
Phillip: And his opponent! Hailing from Chicago, Illinois, and weighing in at 228 lbs… MICHAEL… SMMMMAAARRTT!!!
The white and blue spotlights begin to flash as Michael Smart, accompanied by Daniel, makes his way out of the back. Heading to ringside and slapping hands with the fans, Smart takes off his white vest and climbs the turnbuckle, raising his hands, before jumping down.
The bell hasn’t rung yet, but Smart and Train go face to face, or rather, face to chest.
DING! DING! DING!
The two men immediately exchange shots. Smart’s strikes don’t even begin to faze Train, but Train quickly knocks Smart face first into the mat with clubbing blows. Train drops down, hoping to ground and pound his way to a quick win, but Smart manages to slide between Train’s legs and get to his feet before working on sinking in an armbar. Train powers his way up, sends Smart off the ropes with an Irish whip, Smart rebounds with a low dropkick. As Train drops to one knee Smart tries to fully apply a knee bar. Train resists being taken to the mat, but has to grab the ropes. Smart quickly drops the hold and puts some distance between himself and Train.
Train, shaking himself off, advances forward. Smart takes a few steps back, then feints in and dives for Train’s legs, trying for a takedown. To his credit, he’s able to get one off the ground, but Train’s MMA experience means he knows how to block the takedown. Clamping on a front face lock, Train drives a pair of knees into Smart’s face. Now hooking the arms, he lifts Smart up for a staaalllliinng double arm suplex, dropping him. Smart twists on the mat, arching his back from the impact, as Train drops down and hooks a leg. 1…. 2…. Smart just gets the shoulder up.
Train wraps one huge hand around Smart’s head and pulls him to his feet, but Smart isn’t finished yet. He jumps and wraps his legs around the arm, trying to take Train over in a flipping armbar. Train isn’t taken off balance. He lifts Smart up – and Smart slides off the arm and down over Train’s shoulders, looking for a sunset flip! Train is off balance, but still too big for Smart to take down. Steadying himself Train measures and drives a fist into Smart’s head… or rather, into the mat itself as Smart gets out of the way!
As Train nurses that hand he just bashed, Smart runs off the ropes and chop blocks Train in that same leg he hit with the low dropkick earlier. Another run off the ropes, a low dropkick to the other leg sends Train to both knees, and finally a running delivery neckbreaker finally puts Train all the way down. Focusing on the head instead of the legs, Smart delivers a pair of high jump knee drops to Train’s head. Train begins climbing to his feet, but Smart interrupts that by running the ropes and hitting another low dropkick to the side of the head. He grabs a cover. 1….2…. and Train uses one arm to push Smart off. Smart again takes a few steps backwards and tries a running start… but it was one time too often on that. Exploding off the mat, Train catches Smart with a spear, runs forward still holding him, and drives him into the mat with a spinebuster! 1….2….3NO, Smart manages to get one shoulder up at the very last second.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 3, 2009 16:07:29 GMT -5
Stalling for time, trying to figure out how to keep Smart down, Train lifts him for a vertical suplex. A very long stall, letting the blood rush into Smart’s head before dropping him. Too long as Smart begins kicking. Train loses his grip and Smart swings down, driving Train’s head into the mat with a brutal, brutal DDT. Smart slowly pulls Train to his feet and tries hooking him for the Pain Equation (fisherman’s brainbuster), but it’s nothing doing, Train’s too heavy. Train slugs his way out of the predicament with kidney punches, grabs Smart by the neck and hurls him into the corner. Following up with his “Pumpkin Smasher” flying knee… Smart moves! Train’s knee hits the turnbuckle! Train falls to his back in the ring and Smart, seeing an opportunity, quickly ties him up in the Smartshooter!
Train tries to power out – he extends his legs so straight that Smart’s forehead is actually on the mat. Smart, with leverage on his side, starts to force his way back up, and the crowd is enthralled by the titanic battle. Just when it seems both men will snap something, Train finds just a fraction of extra energy, and the hold collapses dramatically, Exhausted, Smart can’t get away quickly enough from Train, and Train grasps his opportunity and his opponent to deliver the OM NOM Bomb.
In his effort to win, Smart has left himself with too little energy to resist as Train makes the cover, and gets the 1,2,3.
Philip: Here is your winner... Thunder Train!
The crowd applauds both competitors; Smart is sore and sorely disappointed, but he has punched well above his weight, and Train looks like a man who has had to deploy all his skill and great strength to come up victorious. He raises his arms, and looks every inch a champion in waiting.
The gold will not rest easy on anyone’s shoulders with wrestlers such as Smart and Train on their tails...
Warfare’s going to be a good one. Make sure you’re there.
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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VorteX
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Post by VorteX on Sept 3, 2009 20:56:03 GMT -5
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One More Chance?
Interesting segment, although having Shadow be a heel kind of negates the emotional factor of the 'who did it?' segments. The thing I dislike about heel/heel promos is that there can really be no crowd reaction because they hate both sides. So basically, kayfabe wise no one wants to see a heel/heel feud because they hate both of you. Other than that you both pulled off the cocky attitude well. Jeff's 'Untitled' Segment
A good starter segment, although I would suggest finding a color choice for yourself and putting titles on your segments. I did like the compilation idea, although explaining those events through backstory segements is probably a good idea, otherwise they will be a collection of random events with little to no impact. I look forward to your future stuff.
Every Story Has a Good Backstory
I think this one should have been called "Who is Damien King?", although that would probably have given the suprise away. Either way I am interested in seeing where this one goes also.
Swagger
I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess that Steele gave Rep permission to take over his character and continue his ACW storyline...or something to that effect. Rena does seem to have a lot of 'boyfriends'...
Good Luck
Another one of those heel/heel things. It is nice to see Panther displaying some solid attitude though.
Out of My Way Two things about this one. Firstly, you forgot to mention me. Secondly the whole Senator tagline at the end would be more than a little awkward to hear CP say.
Training
A lot of rapid topic switches here. Pretty good stuff as always, although I would have liked to see the topics covered a little more instead of just glanced over.
Posthumous Release
I'm not sure I understand the title, as the events occured before Rep's death not after. Anyway, the whole series of events seems random thus far, even if Steele would find out about Rep's romp with Rena (and half the ACW roster >_>), there is no feud to be had here since Rep is dead. Oh well, I'll still be reading to see where this one goes regardless.
Do Want!
The most notable thing about this segment for me was that it brought to my attention the show is missing a segment by Dan. Aside from that I think Dave made it pretty clear that Dan better watch out...because he's into killing people and stuff.
Victory
I think this one should have been named "Defeat" personally. I weep for that child.
Pre Match Fun
I find it funny how Train looked into the camera with cold dead eyes, and Shadow wants to kill people. I'm all for a feud between these two =p.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 3, 2009 21:45:30 GMT -5
Feedback: Every Story Has a Good BackstoryI think this one should have been called "Who is Damien King?", although that would probably have given the suprise away. Either way I am interested in seeing where this one goes also. Damien King is a Fallout character that I made a while back ago. I did a few segments with him while you were first gone. Then was never really used because Fallout kept going flippy floppy. So I thought I may as well use him.
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