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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 11, 2009 15:34:32 GMT -5
O Horrible, O Horrible, Most Horrible! By Dave Shadow Dave Shadow lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. His arms stretched behind him head, he could not get asleep. He tilted his head ever so slightly to see what time it was; the red LED lights of the alarm clock read 2:15. He had been lying there for nearly two hours now, and he had not got a single wink of sleep. Sighing, he finally threw the covers off himself, and resigned himself to the fact that his attempts were futile. Maybe a glass of warm milk would tire him out.
Grabbing a dressing gown, Dave wrapped himself up well and headed out of the room and down some stairs towards the kitchen. He didn’t bother to try turning on any lights; he liked the dark and knew his way round the house anyway. In the kitchen, he flung open a cupboard and took out the largest glass he could find, before opening the fridge; the internal light flickered to life and illuminated the darkened room behind him.
Jay: Hi Dave. Dave’s head was already halfway into the fridge when the voice piped up behind him. Dave tried to be all ninja-like, and in his own mind, he had a plan to attack the midnight intruder. Spin round, kick to the gut, and a nice quick Blink to disable him. Unfortunately, what really happened was Dave tried pulling his head out of the fridge too quickly, banging it off one of the shelves in the process. Clutching the already lumpy area of his head, he spun round. However instead of attacking, he froze directly to the spot.
Dave: ...Jay?Jay Tyler stood on the other side of the room, leaning up casually against the wall. The shadow covered his face completely, but Dave knew his brother anywhere.
Dave: What....how....you?Jay: All good questions, Dave. Not many answers, I’m afraid. Dave: But...Jay: But what? I’m in hospital? Dave: They were meant to call me if you woke up?Jay: They’d have to, wouldn’t they? When I first went in, you were always there, constantly at my side. But now what Dave? Now you only visit from time to time. Dave: I’ve got....other commitments.Jay: Surprise, surprise. Wrestling has always come first for you, Dave, hasn’t it? Dave: That’s not true.Jay: Wrestling is what caused me to end up in hospital for all this time, isn’t it Dave? Dave: NO!Jay: No. You’re right. It’s not wrestling’s fault. It’s yours. If you were a decent brother, if you had actually taken measures to protect me, if you had put your family ahead of wrestling. Dave: No, I’m sorry.Jay: ADMIT IT! This is your fault! You’ve not tried to find who did this to me... Dave: But I have.Jay: ...you’re too busy with that title of yours. Your priority is defending that title, and your own honour, not finding who did this to me. Dave: I’m trying, Jay. I’m trying!Dave felt tears running down his face. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t happening. Jay Tyler stepped forward, his face coming into the light projected out from the fridge and revealing his face. His horrible, bruised and disfigured face. Dave couldn’t help recoiling in terror, as he fell back against the fridge.
Jay: You did this to me Dave! YOU DID THIS TO ME! Dave: NO!Dave sat bolt upright in his bed suddenly, sweat dripping off him in gallons, his breaths long and hard. Running his hand through his hair to push it back, he turned and looked at the clock. It was close to 4 in the morning. He must have been asleep. All a dream. A horrible dream.
Dave threw over the covers and slid over to the side of the bed. Grabbing his clothes, he rushed down the stairs, grabbed his car keys and headed for the door. Sleep was his enemy at the moment, and even though it wasn’t real, his dream had revealed some hard-hitting truths. Dave was slipping. He clambered into the front seat of his car and turned the ignition. He sat for a few minutes, his hands on the wheel staring ahead.
He had to solve this god damn mystery soon. Otherwise, he’d go mad.
The car roared to life and pulled out of the driveway, as Dave started to make his way to the hospital; to his brother’s side again.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 11, 2009 15:34:48 GMT -5
Title: Can’t Help but Laugh Credit: Dan White and Chris Phenomenal
The scene opens again backstage with Dan White sitting in front of a television screen as he watches the proceedings. In fact he doesn’t notice Chris Phenomenal noticing him based on the patter of footsteps, but instead the camera focusing in on him standing over looking his right shoulder. Without turning around Dan addresses Chris.
Dan White: Aye, you're gonna make me pay, alrought. I smashed Senator up to the point that he's not even wrestling anymore. Yet, after retiring, wearing a neckbrace, he's still able to kick your arse.
With that Dan turns around and looks up at the much larger Chris Phenomenal, who appears to not be in the greatest of moods.
Dan White: Aw, come on Chris, cheer up. It’s not like he’s a forty year old man, it’s not like you spent two months crusading against Rattlesnake saying he was an old crank, yet you then lost to a man ten years his elder.
The look of Chris appears to be carved in stone, not being moved by the mockery of Dan White.
Dan White: Oi, Chris. Look at it from a different perspective. Sure, it was with the help of my half brother, the other was in a tag match where Senator did everything, but you've pinned me twice. That's something to be proud of!
Chris Phenomenal: Apparently you never heard about poking the wounded lion and what then happens.
Dan White: Or that it’s just a lot more fun to sit here and mock you while you’re pride is hurt. It’s a lot easier to get along with you when you’re fat trap isn’t saying the same shite over and over. It’s quite a welcome relief to actually be able to carry on a conversation with you, you’re not that bad of a guy.
Something that Dan has said causes Chris to crack a smile. This one however seems calculated, almost diabolical.
Chris Phenomenal: You know what Dan you’re right, and because you’re right I’m going to let you in on a little secret. You see, last week I said something about getting my revenge on you. I know that you know that I meant I was gunning for your title and that you were already plotting to make sure I didn’t get my shot.
Dan White: And what reason would I have to duck you.
Chris brushes Dan’s question off, the rhetoric blatant. Chris does however lean in closer to Dan White, almost right by his ear before whispering.
Chris Phenomenal: I’ve made sure that you can’t do that.
Chris backs away as Dan White rolls his eyes at him.
Dan White: Right, right, you’re going to win Emperor of the Ring and I’ll have no choice but to face you at Winters Discontent. I know that Chris, however I honestly doubt you’re going to make it past Dave Shadow, in a weeks time.
Chris can’t help but grin at Dan White, shaking his head.
Chris Phenomenal: You really think you have all the answers, that because you’re the champion you are granted eternal wisdom like Solomon. That however is a farce, in fact, right here I have what could be termed as the key to the kingdom.
This draws the attention of Dan, curious as to what Chris talking about. From the kangaroo pouch in his hooded sweater, Chris withdraws a manila envelope and flaunts it in front of Dan.
Dan White: What is it?
Chris Phenomenal: Naw, it’s a lot more fun to sit and watch you stew. Wondering what exactly I have that can bring you down. I mean, I could blackmail you, go after your family, your ACW worlds title, there’s so many things that could be in this manilla envelope, maybe even the whereabouts of that brother of yours who I know you still have unfinished business with.
Dan White: You’re bluffing.
Chris Phenomenal: Eau contrare Dan. However if that’s what you wish to believe, I sure hope you’re holding something good in your hand.
With that Chris walks away as Dan White looks on, puzzled, as the special edition of Friday Night Warfare cuts to commercial.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 11, 2009 15:36:20 GMT -5
Hide and Seek Jack Jefferson / Mr. Red
Jack Jefferson is on the warpath and that can only mean one thing – stay out of his way! That is exactly what crew members are doing, left, right and centre, as he storms his way around the maze of corridors comprising the ACW backstage area, crowbar in hand. It is a well known saying in ACW that a stranger backstage alone could easily be lost forever, I’m sure this old adage will give you some clue as to just how difficult to be when you’re trying to find someone backstage...especially if they don’t want to be found.
It’ll come as no surprise then that Jefferson isn’t having much success is his search for Mr. Red. In fact he’s gotten to the point of throwing random doors open as he passes them. He doesn’t have any success but it does lead to him seeing Rena topless, before she screeches some abuse in his direction, and also seeing Thunder Train literally bury his face is what has to be the world’s largest cake. These events, however, don’t really placate Jefferson and his frustration is growing with every passing second that he doesn’t find Red.
Scaring some poor backstage runner half to death Jefferson, with a roar, embeds his crowbar in the wall inches from the man’s head. He tries to keep his composure but his wide eyes and trembling bottom lip give away the sheer terror he’s trying to hide. Jefferson simply glares at him before grabbing him roughly by the throat.
Jefferson: Where is he?!
Backstage Runner: ...who?
Jefferson: Red, you fucking tard!
Backstage Runner: Oh, I...I don’t know.
Jefferson: Fucking useless!
Unsatisfied with the answer, Jefferson throws the man to the floor and storms off to continue his search. After trying a hell of a lot more doors, and seeing someone tap dancing on a table wearing a gimp mask, Jefferson reaches the door marked “Mr. Red” and pauses. He smirks inwardly; Red has to be in here. He breathes deeply before putting his right foot through the door and bursting into the room in a furore.
He is, ultimately, disappointed. Red isn’t home. Jefferson is about to leave when he notices something out of the corner of his eye. He’s baffled at how he missed it the first time; a baseball bat dangling from the ceiling is hardly innocuous now is it? He snatches the bat down, with a scowl, as he realises there is a note stuck to it. He rips the note off and reads it. “Better luck next time!” He re-reads it, unable to believe that he’s been so easily outmanoeuvred and it’s now being rubbed in his face. He roars, smashing the bat into the flat screen TV mounted on the wall before stalking out of the room, bat in hand. One thing is for sure...this isn’t over.
Fade to Black
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 11, 2009 15:36:57 GMT -5
Segment: Down but not out. (Round 2….FIGHT!) (Credit: Jonny Spade)
The scene opens up with Gooey talking to someone who appears to be part of the stage crew and it seems that the two of them are finalizing a plan of some sort
Gooey: So you understand what it is you need to do?
Techie: Yup.
Gooey: OH! Theyre coming
Gooey hurries off camera and then moments later Jonny Spade and Damien King walk around the corner of the hallway and the Techie stops Jonny.
Techie: Hey Jon, you busy?
Jonny: Who’s asking?
Damien: Yah who’s asking?
Techie: I just thought that maybe you’d be interested in playing a game of Mortal Kombat, it seems that someone has conveniently set up the game here.
Jonny: Pfft… I am a pro I don’t have time for you.
Damien: YAH!
Techie: Word on the street is that you had lost your touch.
Jonny: WHAT? WHO SAID THAT?
The techie points to someone over his shoulder and Jonny turns around to find Gooey standing there behind him. Jonny looks a little worried now but still doesn’t back down. He stretches his right arm to the side to find Damien but he doesn’t. He looks down and sees Damien passed out with a cloth over his mouth and nose.
Jonny: You gassed him?
Gooey: Oops.
Gooey shrugs his shoulders and then charges towards Jonny pushing him right into the brick wall behind him, the two go at it throwing punches at each other but it’s not long before Gooey gets the upper hand and as fast as it began, it ended with Gooey throwing Jonny through a wood door knocking it off its hinges.
Gooey: Have fun? I know I did.
Gooey goes back to the techie.
Gooey: Wanna play?
Techie: Sure!
End
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 11, 2009 15:41:04 GMT -5
Match 4: Michael Smart vs. Jack Jefferson - EOTR Qualifying Match
Match wasnt written however the result of the match:
Winner: Jack Jefferson
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 11, 2009 15:42:02 GMT -5
Bat Day at the ACW Arena Jack Jefferson / Mr. Red
The lights dim, “Paint it Black” by The Rolling Stones begins to play over the ACW sound system, and those in attendance leap to their feet in order to let Jack Jefferson know exactly what they think of him. He emerges through the curtain to a wall of boos. His face is sour and his knuckles are white from gripping Red’s baseball bat so tightly. He certainly isn’t in any mood to pander to those in attendance; he doesn’t even bother to taunt them as he usually does. He rolls into the ring and is handed a mic by an unseen crew member. He stands dead centre in the ring and faces up the ramp, his gaze unwavering as he talks.
Jefferson: RED! You think that sticking a note to the bat you attacked me with last week is clever? You think you’ve gotten the upper hand over me because you’ve evaded me for now? Well you’re wrong Red, so wrong it’s laughable! Last week you performed what was essentially a hit-and-run attack on me shortly before my main event match against Dan White. Bra-fucking-vo! I’m sure in your mind that made you the man, but clearly you’re wrong because this week you’ve gone to great lengths to avoid...no, hide from me!
You’re a fucking coward Red, a coward who is no-where near as intelligent as he likes to think! I don’t think you’ve fully grasped just how much trouble you’ve gotten yourself into by antagonising me. So, I’m going to show you what’s in store for you...
A menacing glint in his eye, Jefferson places the baseball bat in front of him and pulls a small canister out of his pocket. As he sprays the clear liquid all over the bat it becomes apparent that the canister holds lighter fluid. When the bat is suitably drenched Jefferson pulls out a book of matches, casually lighting one and dropping it. The lit match seems to float down towards the bat in slow motion and as soon as it makes contact with the lighter fluid there is a slight poof noise and the entire bat is ablaze. Jefferson smiles down at this scene, his grin truly creep as he enjoys his destructive act.
Jefferson: You’ve been warned before Red, this is your final warning! All this hide-and-seek bullshit won’t save you. No, all it’s doing is postponing your punishment and increasing the severity of what I’ll do to you. You’re going to wish that you never laid eyes on m--
Jefferson is stopped mid sentence as the AlphaTron flickers to life, displaying a close-up image of Red's face. Red is wearing a wry smile as he looks on. The fans go wild at this appearance, and Jefferson is beside himself in rage down in the ring.
Red: Is that supposed to intimidate me Jack? Am I now supposed to be worried because you’ve destroyed my bat? Oh what will I ever do!?
The camera zooms out and reveals that Red is stood in front of a rack entirely filled with baseball bats. He grins confidently before he continues to speak.
Red: All that you need to do, Jack, is choose which one I’m going to beat your ass with!
Jefferson: You're going to beat my ass?! Don’t make me laugh. You couldn’t tenderise a steak, let alone do anything to me. Besides, you’re the one who’s been running and hiding from me. You’re the one showing up on the AlphaTron instead of coming down that ramp to face me mano-a-mano!
Red: Don’t you worry about that Jack, the games will come to an end next week and when they do you’ll wish we were still playing hide-and-seek. Next week you won’t need to look for me, you’ll know exactly where to find me! In fact, I will do you one better. I will be waiting for you, right there where you are standing. So you go ahead a bring your limp pipe, one of my bats, or whatever you can bring. I will be waiting.
With that the AlphaTron goes black, leaving Jefferson in the ring to process what Red has just said to him. A smile flickers onto Jefferson’s face; he seems pleased that next week he should finally be able to get his hands on Red. The question is, however, whether or not Red will be able to spring another surprise on him or whether Jefferson will actually be able to get the revenge he so desperately wants. There’s only one way to find out...watch Monday Night Warefare!
Fade to Black
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 11, 2009 15:42:44 GMT -5
“YOU TOOK MY SMILE. NOW I TAKE YOURS.” Thunderkiss [There he is, looming larger than life as he stands front and center amongst the crowd. Unscheduled, uninvited, Thunderkiss has begun his march toward ultimate vengeance and he does so with a bag of popcorn in his hand. Unable to enter as an employee, he now finds himself on the other side of the guardrail for the first time in almost a decade. While in theory his money is just as good as any of those who sit around him, he knows deep down that tonight’s charade will quickly come to an end. That’s all fine and dandy to the Thunderman for a quick exit would all be part of the plan. His goal is simple, to become a living, breathing headache to the company, starting slowly and becoming unbearable until his readmittance will be just what the doctor ordered.] Maxwell McNally: Listen to that crowd! I can’t tell if I am at Warfare or Omega Effect, Eddie! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Funny, that is what just thought myself, only its not because of what I heard, but rather what I am looking at right now. [Edison gives Maxwell a look of bewilderment and McNally reflects Edison’s confusion with a gape of his own the second he discovers the source of the commotion.] Maxwell McNally *whispering*: Was this planned?! I didn’t get any notes! “Fast” Eddie Edison *whispering back*: No, this definitely was not discussed during the post show meeting. Maxwell McNally *whispering*: Well what do we do? Do we acknowledge him? “Fast” Eddie Edison *whispering back*: Wait until we get word from the truck. Thunderkiss *yelling*: Hey, who BooKed this SHIT?! “Fast” Eddie Edison *whispering*: Perhaps it’s best we don’t. Let’s just segue into a discussion about Emperor of the Ring and let security handle this. [Good call, Edison. In fact it doesn’t take long for Edison’s prediction to come true as ACW’s resident boys in blue to converge upon the scene of the disruption. Thunderkiss’ appearance has totally stolen the show as fans from the rafters all the way to the front row fixate their gaze upon him. Our fans at home are not as lucky. The “man behind the curtain” has made it most clear to the camera crew, if you want to keep your job, you better not lay one lense upon Thunderkiss.] Thunderkiss: HEY, WHAT’S UP! NICE TO SEE YA! IT’S BEEN A WHILE, BROTHER! ACW Security: Sorry Kiss, I am going to have to ask you to leave. Thunderkiss: Leave?! What is this ... GUANTANAMO BAY!?! I have a ticket! A TICKET TO RIDE, BABY! [Showing that he is a man who backs up his claims, Thunderkiss pulls out the magic ticket from his vest pocket and places it between the security guard’s eyes causing them to cross. ] ACW Security: ACW reserves to right to deny admission. Your money will gladly be refunded. Thunderkiss: Refunded? I picked this ticket out of a garbage can outside the arena! But hey, if you want to pay me for coming here tonight go right ahead. Brother knows that’s the only way you are going to fill this toilet bowl up again! ACW Security: Kiss, please. Don’t make this any harder on me. You had to have known hell will freeze over before Ginger will allow you to step foot in this place ever again. Thunderkiss: Well, you know what I heard, ‘bub? [Afraid the answer, the guard bites his tongue. His resistance matters not to Thunderkiss. He’s going to tell him whether he wants to hear it or not.] Thunderkiss: Frozen pits of molten lava make fine ice rinks.ACW Security: We’re just doing our jobs, Thunder. If you are not going to leave on your own free will, we’ll have to remove you ourselves and seriously, I don’t want to have to try. Most of us have families. Kids. Come on TK, please. Thunderkiss *yelling*: BUT I WANT TO SEE SUCH CLASSIC MATCH UPS LIKE THE SENATOR AND JASON FREEMAN! THE STUFF OF LEGENDS, I TELL YOU! I MEAN, THAT SHIT BREEDS RATINGS! [Sensing that his pleas for mercy will go unanswered, the security chief turns and nods to his crew who begin to move in. To TK’s amusement they slowly inch toward him, beads of sweat lining their forehead. Now Thunderkiss may be many things, a son of a bitch among them, but one thing he is not is a cruel man. Well, not these days, anyway. His battle is with the men who forced him out the door and none of these blue color workers have his blood on their hands. A pardon they shall earn, a fate that Senator Steve Phillips and BK London shall surely not share.] Thunderkiss: Fine. You want me gone? I’ll leave. But let me give your “boss” some advice, if he wants to “three month rule” me, he better do a better job. Case in point...[TK cuffs his hands to his mouth and gives his voice some extra boom, as if he needed to do such a thing. He then turns and addresses the crowd who are eating up this moment like a pack of ants at a Summer picnic.] Thunderkiss *shouting*: Hey! HEY! Who would you rather see tonight? This hollow shell of a company that ACW has become or Thunderkiss?Crowd *chanting*: THUN-DER-KISS! THUN-DER-KISS! THUN-DER-KISS! THUN-DER-KISS! Thunderkiss: You damn bet you do! Well sorry folks, too bad! I’d love to stay and play but they are kicking me out of the building!Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Thunderkiss: That’s what I say! Attica! Attica! Attica! Attica! Attica![In less than five minutes he has done it; he has planted seeds of resentment and dissension amongst the crowd. As he is escorted from the facility the sea of boos that echo off the wall is the sweetest sound he has heard in months. Steve Phillips may have taken his federation, but he, nor anyone in ACW for that matter, will never take his crowd. Whether be it Los Angeles or this tiny isle surrounded by the Atlantic, the people will always flock to those who they aspire to be in life, men such as Thunderkiss. The army has been summoned and they have answered the call. Now it’s time for them to march.] [FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 11, 2009 15:54:13 GMT -5
Match 5: Thunder Train vs. Jason Freeman
With the ACW arena already soaked in exhilaration, the thrill of hearing Phillips’ voice for the penultimate time this evening urges a rush a thrilling anticipation.
Phillip: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is the main event of the evening.
Barely had the words exfiltrated his mouth, “Ugly” by the Alternative Metal group, The Exies seeps from the speakers. Slowly creeping from the back, the brooding figure of Jason Freeman mooches onto the stage where he lingers for a short moment. The chorus bursts into life shortly after and it appears to coerce him slowly towards the ring.
Phillip: Making his way to the ring, from Long Island, New York, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds, Jason Freeman.
Freeman enters the vacant squared circle and accustoms himself to the battleground, testing the ropes as he awaits his opponent.
A Unique metal cover of the Gourmet Race bursts through the sound system and a hulking figure erupts on the scene, wasting no time to make it to the ring. Phillip doesn’t even begin his announcement by the time the monsterous Thunder Train reaches the ring. Freeman looks to cut out the big man’s momentum by sticking the boots to him before he can truly gather himself. Freeman continues to put the stiff boots into the beast until he finally reaches his feet and becomes on par with his opponent. An attempt to whip the large man proves to be fruitless as Train easily reverses the energy. It proved to be the deciding factor on who dominated the early part of the match. Train dictated the flow and direction of the opening of the match, using his strength and power to oppress his adversary. Stalling a High Angle Back Suplex seemed to provide the impact that might have earned an early victory for the menacing Train, but a determined Freeman kicked out. Train persisted with the advantage, but looked likely to become his own worst enemy by inviting early fatigue if he didn’t cool his momentum. However, he was on a hot streak and looked dangerous. Viscious chest chops echoed throughout the sold-out arena before a standard vertical suplex brought about the second cover of the evening, again broken at the two count.
Train was visibly growing agitated. Planting some stiff boots to the weary Freeman, he lured him aggressively to the corner. The referee’s demand for him to move away from his cornered opponent fell on deaf ears as Train sought wreckage. Hoisting his opponent up onto the turnbuckle he followed him up. However, the bulky physique of Train obscured the referee’s view, allowing Freeman to sneak an illegal eye gouge. Train fell backwards onto the canvas, but retained his footing as he rubbed his irritated eyeball. Freeman quickly rose to his feet and launched at his massive opponent with a stylish dropkick from the top. Train hit the canvas hard and Freeman quickly went to work with a Camel Clutch, throwing some wicked face gouging for insult, despite the referee’s protestations. Train appeared to have battled back, forcing himself to his feet with Freeman positioned behind him, but the quick thinking Freeman applied a tight grip around the neck of Train and brought him down with a sleeper hold.
Minutes went by with Freeman sapping the life and energy from not only the big man, but the match as well. A cunning ploy, knowing the big man would benefit more from heavy momentum. Just as it looked like Train was down and out, he reinvigorated himself with energy. He started forcing himself back to his feet with the crowd egging him on. Freeman snuck some stiff knees into the ribs of Train, but nothing the big man couldn’t take. Finally getting to his feet, he then had to rid himself of the burden of Freeman. He managed to get an elbow into the ribs of his constrainer, and another and a third managed to dislodge Freeman. Freeman voluntarily backed himself into the ropes and rushed Train – who countered with a well executed Yakuza kick. Freeman was down but not out. Train ominously poised himself for his trademark Full Steam Ahead, but as he launched himself towards his target, Freeman reacted with a quick-witted drop-toe-hold, landing the big man face first into the turnbuckle. Train dazedly got to his feet and founds himself on the end of an impressive Running Jump Bicycle Kick. The fans weren’t happy at this late shift in momentum. Freeman had plans on winning this match, and when Train found himself on his knees, inviting the Shining Axe Kick, one could be forgiven for believing Freeman had the match tied up.
However, Train managed to dodge the impact of the Kick and as a reeling Freeman stood motionless and stunned, the full force of Full Steam Ahead caught him at the second attempt. Hooking the leg, Train made the cover and the gratifying sound of the 1 – 2 – 3 signalled the end of the match.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 11, 2009 15:54:40 GMT -5
Segment: Bam Bam and Pebbles (Credit: Dan White & ?) It has been a rather subdued time for the World champion ever since his victory against Senator Steve Phillips back at Heatwave.
Although in reality, you can understand why. Trying to recover from the injuries suffered that night hasn't been easy, especially when there have been issues to deal with within the ACW world. But he's slowly trucking along, and whilst his reign has arguably got off to the slowest title reign in ACW history, things do promise to pick up in the future. I promise!
The camera opens up. It's the end of the night and having to deal with the likes of Chris Phenomenal would understandably take a lot out of somebody. So Dan is making his way to the car park, looking a tad flushed. He holds his belt by one hand, with his bag around his right shoulder, and he opens the door that leads him to an array of expensive cars. He looks around, and sees the Aston Martin DB9 (I wish >_>) in the bay. He goes over towards it, taking his keys out of his pocket, and pressing the switch, lighting up the car's doors to show that it's unlocked. Dan then heads towards the boot, opening it up and tossing in his bag, and with greater care, the ACW Heavyweight championship.!-=-THWACK-=-! A sickening thud, as Dan's head is smashed against the boot, causing him to fly backwards, holding his head. There's a huge shock as we see Thunder Train cracking a lead pipe into Dan's side, doubling him over, before whacking it over the Welshman's back. A splutter is heard, specs of blood flicker to the ground, with Dan falling to his knees. But Thunder Train isn't done yet. He lifts Dan up, racing him towards the wall, and hurling him into a garage door. Dan flies with the wings he was never born with, hitting the door with a sickening thud. Train lets out a roar, before making his way over to Dan. Wanting to add one final piece of the puzzle, he lifts him up, before planting a brutal OM NOM BOMB onto the concrete floor. Dan hits the floor with a hard impact, and lies flat out, lifeless, save for cough of blood.
Train takes a couple of steps back as a number of referees and a medical team are quick to make an impact. His eyes are widened, as though he's a cheetah who's just executed his dinner for the day. He lets out a rather sinister laugh, something much unlike what we have come to expect from Thunder Train. As referees and staff hold him back, he does nothing. Just watches the team go to work on the fallen World champion.
I suppose this answers Dan's request for an eligible contender.
Fade Out.
End of Show.OOC: Credit goes to Thunder Train
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Post by The Red Panther on Sept 11, 2009 16:20:17 GMT -5
I like how in the one I wrote Trains finisher was counterd into Freemans, and in yours Freemans into Trains Full feedback tommorrow, all i can say now is WRITE MATCHES DAMMIT.
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Post by Torak on Sept 11, 2009 16:28:51 GMT -5
Given a 30 minute deadline wasn't suitable, so the standard of that match isn't that great. Given more time, I would have done a little more research into both wrestlers' and gone into more detail. As it is, it's a little generic.
Anyway, I'm hoping to help out with match writing for however long I'm going to stick around this time.
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Post by The Red Panther on Sept 11, 2009 16:34:27 GMT -5
Yeah, I normaly take a match then spend three times as long thinking about it as writing it, like the super flying armbar finish took me about ten mins to come up with and work out a good way to set it up etc. With the time you had you did good
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 11, 2009 16:36:29 GMT -5
Given a 30 minute deadline wasn't suitable, so the standard of that match isn't that great. Given more time, I would have done a little more research into both wrestlers' and gone into more detail. As it is, it's a little generic. Anyway, I'm hoping to help out with match writing for however long I'm going to stick around this time. Sorry about the deadline Torak, its just the show was pretty late as is and I wanted to get it up as soon as possible.
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Post by Torak on Sept 11, 2009 17:15:38 GMT -5
Don't worry, I'm not grumbling. ;D I was happy to take on a match that meant the show went out as early as possible. If I'd only had 5 minutes to write one, I would have whipped one out. God knows how that would've looked, though. Edit: I also just noticed a spelling error ... in the first line. XD Oh well
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Post by The Red Panther on Sept 11, 2009 17:22:06 GMT -5
Feedback (just first page tonight):
I'm Running Out of Names For These : Train) Meh. Not to say it was bad, it was just, weird. The most notable thing being that you broke kayfabe too much for my liking. Gingerdude crying could of led to a funny Train joke, but instead was just out there. It served its job of setting up a Dan vs Train match, but could have been done better. It didn't do it for me, and I LOVE Train's other stuff.
On the Farm : VorteX I quite like it. A bit unusual but that is ACW. I can't say I'm a massive Tex reader, he is one of the people I sometimes skim. It leeds somewhere and is well written though, so I can't complain.
One Last Shot 3/7 : CP Scooby doo, that is all I can say. It was well written and all, but was a bit like "erm lol wut". like Tex I sometimes skim CP just because I hate the green he uses, it hurts my eyes.
POSITIVE | NEGATIVE : Rena & Rep I love this angle, despite it barely being wrestling related at all. It is a good story, keep doing what you are doing. Pregnancy stories, while used a lot on TV, can be great when done right, and the Steele-Rena-Rep love triangle is a brilliant idea.
IF YOU WANT MY BODY... : AC Evans First of all, that black is a SOB to read. Please change that. However on the plus side it introduced Mickey, who looks to be interesting. Although the good looking angle is overused, I have faith in you due to your writing skill plus the fact he ISN'T good looking shakes it all up. The segment itself was well written and interesting, although it seems a but shorter then it could have been.
Intelligence FTW : Dave Shadow While not Dave's best work, for an interview segment this was very good. Straight talking, well written, interesting, what more can I say? Not much really, except I know Dave can do five times better than this.
Good Luck : Smart & Jefferson I love Smarts stuff, I love Jefferson's stuff, and Daniel Smart is my fav non-wrestling character. What is not to love? The whole idea that Smart and Daniel ain't always going to like each other makes them seem more human, something that always makes an RP better. Jefferson is a bad ass, and his insults toward Daniel are as bad ass as ever. Keep this stuff up.
Thunderkiss, Reborn : TK and Train I swear the bit with Gary was on warfare <___< Anyway, TK and Train seem to work well together, and this segment shows it. Nothing groundbreaking, but it was solid. Overall it was good enough to be interesting, but not anything top notch.
The Re-re-debut : JJB Anderson shouldn't be acting like he is in here IMO, and the rest is rambling. Didn't do it for me like kost comedy stuff does.
Turning away : Flower Power + Snake I like the chemistry between Snake and Sarin, and they seem like real people. Not much else to say TBH.
Turning back : Flower Powah Lesbian sex always gets a thumbs up from me here <___< As with the previous seg, they seem like real people and it makes me feel more attached. A tad too many one liners but it seems more natural then massive speeches.
More to come tomorrow.
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