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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 14, 2009 15:29:40 GMT -5
Monday Night Warfare 14th September 2009
Schedule of Matches: -----------------------------------------
Anthony Kalb vs. Gary - EOTR Qualifying Match
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Jason Freeman vs. Danny Caballero - EOTR Qualifying Match
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Jake Steele vs. Jonny Hughes
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Mega Star Alliance Reunion Chris Phenomenal and Jonny Spade vs. VorteX and Jack Jefferson
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International Title Match Michael Smart vs. Dave Shadow
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 14, 2009 15:31:12 GMT -5
Monday night brings a fresh instalment of Warfare, and a big crowd has gathered at the ACW arena to witness the goings-on first hand.
Backstage, the place is a hive of activity; everyone’s seemingly due to be somewhere else, ten minutes ago. Only the Chairman seems to have time to sit down whilst working – and he won’t be sedentary for long either...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 14, 2009 15:31:56 GMT -5
Segment: Bored Now (Credit: Sarin / Yoko)
Gingerdude: Call Leno's people. Lunch at The Ivy to discuss a possible Dan White appearance on his show; confirm my flight plans to LA, and--
A horrifying, shrieking wail cuts the busy chairman off in the midst of rattling off reminders to his assistant. Wondering what sort of crazy managed to wriggle its way into his federation, Ginger hops off his comfy swivel chair and bursts outside his office.
Gingerdude: What in all the Queen's kingdom...?!
Yoko and Sarin are the source of the ungodly noise. Standing shoulder to shoulder, Flower Power emits window-shattering screams, much to the terror and bewilderment of the ACW crew.
Yoko and Sarin: EEEEEEUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Gingerdude: Stop! Stop, stop, stop!
Yoko and Sarin comply.
Sarin: We thought that might get your attention.
Gingerdude: But why scream so?
Yoko shrugs, and Sarin tosses back her hair.
Yoko: Knocking on your office door got boring two years ago.
Sarin: Yes. And we do hate to bother you--
Yoko: Speak for yourself.
Sarin gently elbows Yoko's middle.
Sarin: But why are you being such a boob?
Gingerdude: I beg your pardon?
With her shoulders stooped, Sarin sighs, resisting the urge to grab Ginger by his lapels and shake him for all he's worth.
Sarin: We. Are. So. Bored.
Yoko: I thought we had returned during a tag team boom. Look.
She brings forth the lustrous tag titles, holding them before her boss.
Yoko: This is gold. Championship gold. But with only one team...
Sarin: ...We're Champions of squat.
Scratching his head, Ginger tries to coax a good idea out of his head.
Gingerdude: C'mon...bloody head...
Sarin: Excuse me?
Gingerdude: No, erm, gah, fine. Just fine. I'll think of something. In the meantime, I recommend you both warming up. At least one of you will be on the card for Meltdown.
Yoko: One of us?
Gingerdude gulps. He's heard Yoko speak in that tone before. It usually prefaces a croquet mallet shot to the face.
Gingerdude: Well, you are Flower Power. Hard to muster up, the, erm, fortitude, stamina, and so forth...
Sarin: We're not the Juggernaut and the Hulk.
Yoko: Yes we are.
Sarin waves her hand.
Sarin: Look. We're talented, but so is the entire roster. If you can't put together one tag team to face off against us, we're going to rampage the locker room and destroy every one in sight.
Gingerdude: You wouldn't dare.
Yoko: Rawr.
Sarin: Yeah. What she said.
Yoko and Sarin glare at the beleaguered Chairman until he seeks refuge in his office once more.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 14, 2009 15:33:03 GMT -5
“LETTERS FROM THE FRONTLINE” Credit: Thunder Train, Thunderkiss [Hours before he fires the second shot in his battle against ACW, Thunderkiss sits alone in a vacant parking lot that will soon serve as tonight’s war zone. His only company at this moment are his thoughts which are currently swirling throughout his head like a tsunami ready to flatten a tropical paradise. With the exception of his fans, he has not a friend nor ally surrounding him and his most staunch supporter is an entire country away. Though his wife may not be with him in body, she most definitely is in spirit. A letter from the front lines he now writes to remind him what he is really fighting for.] Dearest Anna, Every passing day without your company is more grueling than any competition or challenge I have ever faced. I cannot wait to return to you, to be by your side once more but I must first right the wrongs that have been done against our family. I know before I left you saw my efforts as being selfish, petty. Please realize that I am not doing this for myself, but for you. Your future, our future, was destroyed by these people. Why should they prosper over our dismay and their sins? They shouldn’t. And I will make sure that they never do to another person what they did to us. When my work is done we will be as one again and I know you will feel much better. Until then you hold my heart. Keep it warm, I’ll be home soon.
~TK
TO: Anna Sommers-Joseph Hollywood Mental Rehabilitation Center 1765 S Robertson Blvd Los Angeles, CA 92301 [/right][/size] [With no more to be written he folds the letter up and places it inside his vest pocket for safe keeping. A shadow is then cast upon him and he knows by sheer instinct it’s not the mailman. He readies his body for body for another game of pain and looks up at the man who blocks out the street light that hangs overhead.] Thunder Train: You look sad...Thunderkiss: What’s it to you?Thunder Train: Wow. Not really a way to talk to a guy that you asked to watch your back again, is it? Thunderkiss: Eh, fair enough. I guess I was taken aback by you talking to me in a conversational tone for the first time in almost a year and a half.Thunder Train: You know, we had our fun, didn’t we? Then something happened and before you knew it, we were at each other’s throats. Things change fast, don’t they? Thunderkiss: Yes. Yes they do. And as you age you realize they change too fast. It seems like just yesterday I was a punk trying to make a name for himself in this game and now I am the grizzled veteran who’s body lets him know it every morning that he wakes up. And look at you, “Mr. Big Shot Main Eventer.” I still see you as an undiscovered night club bouncer who was wasting his time making a living throwing drunks out onto the street on their asses. But you’re not that man anymore. You’re the real deal putting asses in seats and wads of money in Ginger’s filthy pockets. Just like there is a cycle to life there is also a cycle to wrestling. My time is coming to an end; yours is just beginning. Thunder Train: Don’t sell yourself short. You look like you have plenty left in the tank, Kiss.[TK squeezes his mangled left hand. The pain that emanates up his arm sends his conscious back to four months ago when Jake Steele placed his career one step away from retirement.] Thunderkiss: Oh, I wouldn’t be too sure of that.Thunder Train: I'll have you know that I thought about your offer.Thunderkiss: And?[In an effort to avoid TK's question, Train raises his eyes from Kiss' and places them upon tonight's coming attraction that looms in the background behind Kiss.] Thunder Train: I’d ask what you are up to tonight but I know better. I would be correct to assume that it won’t be good for ACW, will it?[Thunderkiss gives Train a coy smile and then pats the letter to Anna in his vest pocket as justification for his answer.] Thunderkiss: It will be as good as what this company has done for my life over the last three months. Does that answer your question? [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 14, 2009 15:33:27 GMT -5
Segment: A Brief Respite (Credit: Dan White)
The segment opens up in the backstage, with Chairman Gingerdude looking over some paperwork. He hears a knock on the door, and he looks up, putting his work to one side.
Gingerdude: Come in.
The door swings open, and there's a pop as Dan White, the ACW World champion walks through the door. Somewhat against his usual distaste for the Welsh Dragon, Gingerdude stands up, with a smile on his face.
Gingerdude: Ah, Dan! Great to see you! How are you?
Dan slightly crocks his eyebrow, unsure about this pleasantness from the boss who hated him so much. Regardless, he shakes his hand.
Dan White: I'm err, I'm doing well. Well, apart from the bandages, of course.
We see Dan's forehead with a huge plaster on it, following the attack Thunder Train launched upon him towards the end of Meltdown last week.
Gingerdude: Oh, that was a truly terrible incident, Dan. And I'll have you know that Train won't be let off lightly. I'm going to have my top men ensuring that you aren't touched by the big man.
Dan is still rather confused, and he questions Ginger's act of goodwill.
Dan White: Mate, what on earth are you playing at? You hated me like 4 months ago. You tried to stop my career! So what gives, man?
Gingerdude: Well, let's just say that I was, perhaps, ill-informed. I thought the company might crumble with you as the World champion, but I decided to let it go. And so far, you're doing well. You've not actually done anything to get this company into any bother with censors, and as far as I'm concerned, that makes you a good champ.
Dan White: I see...
Gingerdude: Anyways, you just rest easy, Dan. I'll sort Train out, okay?
Ginger extends his hand, and Dan rather cautiously shakes his hand.
Dan White: Okay....
Dan goes to leave the room, but as he steps out of the door, Ginger utters one more thing.
Gingerdude: Oh, and don't go trying to get revenge on Train. The last thing I want are you two fighting each other all across the arena, causing unfathomable costs in damage. So consider that a warning.
Dan White: Sure thing, Ginger.
Dan goes to exit, and shuts the door behind him. The camera then cuts to one outside, and we can see the frustration in Dan's face, as he sighs deeply.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 14, 2009 15:33:55 GMT -5
Title: The influence of MJD Credit: Chris Phenomenal and Senator
The scene opens in the Senatorial Stable office, a location not seen on ACW television for the past two or three weeks, in fact since Senator lost at Heatwave. Standing in front of the television are the Capitalists, Kalb and Fitsharris deep in preparation for tonights Emperor of the Ring qualifying match. Their motives however seem stolen from another successful tag team, Rock Band: Beatles on the television as the disks go flying by, both Fitzy and Kalb showing there rock star skills.
Kalb: Kevin, would you get rid of that infernal foot tapping, you’re not on the drums and you’re screwing up my rhythm here.
Fitsharris: The only reason I’m doing it is because your singing is worse than T-Pain.
Kalb: Who?
Fitsharris: T-Pain.
Kalb turns his attention away from the screen as he looks at Fitsharris.
Kalb: Is he one of those crappers?
Fitsharris: No, he uses that auto-tune thing. You haven’t heard DOA?
Kalb: You spent way too much time with Phenomenal you know.
Fitsharris: Hey, he seemed like decent people. I mean, Senator trusted him with some important stuff.
Kalb: And look where it got Chris. You’ve known Steve just as long as I have, you don’t want to get too close to the man or he’s going to do to you exactly what he did to Chris.
Fitsharris: Yeah. Just think though, if you win tonight, you could wind up facing him eventually in the Emperor of the Ring tournament.
Kalb: Exactly, so back to the game.
With that the two turn back to Rock Band: Beatles, Hey Jude having finally finished and the score a dismal 47. Both men turn and look at each other before Fitsharris selects Try Again from the menu and they are off. A minute passes as Kalb starts in with the Na na na na, as the camera switches to the door opening behind the Capitalists and Chris Phenomenal walking into the Senatorial Stable offices. The addictive nature of Rock Band however has gripped the capitalists as they don’t notice Chris. Another thirty seconds pass before finally Chris pipes up.
Chris Phenomenal: You guys really suck.
It takes a second for the voice of Chris to register with The Capitalists but as soon as it does they turn around, looking right into the smiling face of Chris.
Chris Phenomenal: Figure I ought to show you how it’s done.
With that Chris goes right after Kalb, the man who will tonight take on Gary, firing a big right hand before Fitsharris can come to the aid of his partner and friend. Chris however is able to throw him off and go right back to work on Kalb, eventually throwing him face first into the television which shatters on impact. As Fitsharris turns around Chris fires a big right hand, and then another before slamming Fitsharris into the coffe table, it breaking in two on impact. Chris turns his attention back to Kalb whose face is cut up from the television before Chris grabs a hold of him, picking him up over his shoulder before flipping him into a front carry and slamming him back first into the wall before letting go. Kalb clutches his back before Chris slams the Guitar across the back of his head, nearly knocking Kalb out but obviously raising quite the goose egg. Chris turns his attention back to Fitsharris, still conscious but in considerable pain.
Chris Phenomenal: Send Senator my best.
With that Chris heads out of the Senatorial Stable offices and walks back towards the arena, seeing Gary waiting for his match up next.
Chris Phenomenal: You’re welcome.
Gary looks at Chris a tad confused as he walks off, the cameras cutting to ringside with Phillip Jones.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 14, 2009 15:35:32 GMT -5
Match 1: EOTR Qualifying Match Anthony Kalb vs. Gary (Credit: Chris P)
With the camera cutting from the vicious attack by Chris on the Capitalists, Gary walked down to the ring with D.O.A playing over the arena speakers.
Jones: Ladies and Gentleman, the following match is scheduled for one fall and it is a qualifier for the Emperor of the Ring tournament, making his way to the ring, GARY!
Gary ducked into the ring and raised his hands in the air, the normally hapless loser hopeful that tonight may just be his chance to shine. After so many years of fighting to make it to the top, maybe he could finally make it there with a few big wins in the upcoming weeks. He looked up the ramp as Money by Pink Floyd began to play as the crowd began to boo, but also curious as to whether Kalb would make it out after the assault by Chris Phenomenal.
Jones: And his opponent, the capitalist, ANTHONY KALB
His music played for another minute before it cut out with no sign of Kalb whatsoever. Gary quickly turned to referee Carter Donovan, telling him to count and do so quickly.
McNally: I can’t believe Chris Phenomena is going to have cost Kalb an opportunity such as this.
Edison: If I were Kalb though, I’d be thanking my lucky stars that’s all he’s done. Chris over the past month has shown signs of possessive psychosis every once in a while, he seemed unnaturally calm earlier but as we’ve come to know, that could change in a matter of seconds.
Gary watched on as Donovan began the count, hopping up and down as he hit nine and then throwing his arms in victory as Donovan counted ten and called for the bell, Gary quickly doing a victory lap or two in the ring.
Jones: The winner, by forfeit, GARY!
Gary ducked out of the ring onto the apron and jumped into the crowd, celebrating with them at his first win in reasonable memory, the camera fading out on his joyous face as we head to commercial.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 14, 2009 15:38:10 GMT -5
Segment: Is This Good Enough For You Boss? (Credit: Train)
We return from a commercial break with Train pacing down a hallway with Thunder Lawyer at his side. Kevin Anderson is seen running after them with a camera man that sways so much it makes Cloverfield look like a decent movie. Oh burn! Anyway, Kevin screams after the duo as they approach the end of the hallway. The two stop and turn around as Kevin catches his breath.
Thunder Train: What is it Kevin?
Kevin Anderson: I-I just wanted to ask you about your actions last week.
Thunder Train: What is there to ask about? I laid out the mighty world champion in a matter of seconds.
Kevin Anderson: I don't know if that's very fair to say. I mean, after all you did attack him from behind.
Thunder Train: Oh that's bullshit. A good world champion should have eyes in the back of his head at all times. If he was worth a damn he would have been able to see that coming.
Kevin Anderson: But why Train? You talked to Gingerdude earlier and he said that he woul--
Train puts his hand on the microphone and stops Kevin from continuing.
Thunder Train: Because Kevin. You can't rely on authority to do anything for you. My request would have just been shuffled back into the piles of files that he has. He doesn't give a damn.
Kevin Anderson: Don't you think that was a little drastic then anyway? I mean, you could have potentially injured Dan really bad. I re-watched the footage many times and the way he landed on that OM NOM BOMB was just disgusting.
Thunder Train: SEE! That's what I wanted. People are gonna be talking about that. The impact I made. How Thunder Train almost ended the "mighty" Dan White's career. Actually, I'm glad you are here, because I'm about to go confront Gingerdude on this. Come along with us!
Train and Lawyer turn back around and turn down another hallway and walk down about half way. Train then opens up the door and steps inside. The rest quickly follow in as Gingerdude looks toward the door from his window. He walks to the front of his desk with a disapproving stare toward the giant.
Gingerdude: Train, I'm glad you are here. I've been wanting to talk to you about your actions.
Thunder Train: Good.
Gingerdude: You were totally out of line last week. What you did against Dan White was too much.
Thunder Train: Psh, I would say it wasn't enough.
Gingerdude: That's enough. I've got a good mind to suspend you Train.
Suddenly, Thunder Lawyer steps in holding a piece of paper.
Thunder Lawyer: Actually Gingerdude, you can't do that. You see, a clause in Train's contract here PREVENTS him from being suspended or fired in a 1 year period that expires in June of 2010.
Gingerdude: WHAT? I bloody suspended him 2 months ago.
Thunder Lawyer: Except that was all a part of the plan so it doesn't count.
Gingerdude: Fuck....
Thunder Train: That's right Gingerdude. As of right now I'm invincible. So, do I get my title shot or no?
Gingerdude: Train, there really is nothing I can do--
Thunder Train: No, there is a lot your ass can do. But you are just too lazy to do it. If I don't get my title shot right now, things will only end up worse for Dan.
Gingerdude: Dammit Train, this is madness!
Thunder Train: No, this is revolution! This is a new era of champions. Out with the old and in with the new. That begins when I finish off Dan once and for all and claim that championship as my own. But since you say that there is nothing you can do, I'll let my actions speak...
Train gives Gingerdude a satanic smirk then turns around. Thunder Lawyer gives a quick smile to Gingerdude and turns around as well. Kevin Anderson stands there, remaining silent. Gingerdude sighs and shakes his head. He knows at this point there is absolutely nothing he must sit back and hope that the foundation of ACW doesn't crumble before him. However, with recent events, it doesn't look good.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 14, 2009 15:38:32 GMT -5
Segment: Public service announcement (Credit: The Red Panther)
Our scene is backstage. Jimmy Winner is standing facing the camera, the crowd lightly booing him, The Red Panther no were to be found. Winner is wearing a purple tracksuit as normal and is alone. Behind him is a brick wall and Winner is holding a microphone.
Winner: Last week The Red Panther fought to a draw with Johnny Hughes, despite Jimmy Winner's help. Now Jimmy Winner would like to make it clear to all ACW fans that he does not support Panther, Jimmy Winner needs The Red Panther to win. Like all of you, Jimmy Winner hates The Red Panther. If Jimmy Winner was not tied to The Red Panther by contract he would be out there kicking his ass around the ring. As you al-
Before Winner can finish, he is hit with The Red Panthers flying back kick, laying him out. Panther kicks Winner in the head to finish the short beating and then grabs the microphone. Panther crouches down next to Winner and rolls him face up. Winner looks up at Panther, some blood trickling out of Winners nose.
Panther: Not so tough now Jimmy. See, the difference between us is that if I wanted to badmouth you, I would have the balls to go out and do it in the ring. You on the other hand you do it so deep in the arena I had to follow the red wire for five minutes to find your sorry ass. Now while you helped me last week, I could have handled Hughes on my own and even won. Maybe in future you may want to think before running your mouth, because next time I may not be so easy on you as to let up after two kicks. Now during my next match you have to accompany me to the ring. But if you want me to win so that you can get a paycheck, leave the work to the big boys. OK?
Panther pats Winner on the cheek, stands, and then leaves as we fade out.
OOC: This was a bit last min, but it gets the point across, Winner is face.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 14, 2009 15:38:58 GMT -5
Title: Three Months Credit: Chris Phenomenal and Jonny Spade
The scene opens inside of the halls of the ACW Arena, in fact it opens in front of a now empty dressing room, the name plate still in the door reading Mega Star Alliance. It’s been three months since the group fell apart after the dismantling of Rawt and Hollywood Mach, now however, for one night only the two remaining members of the team, Jonny Spade and Chris Phenomenal will step into the ring as a team against Jack Jefferson and VorteX. As Jonny Spade is shown sitting on a pile of crates, Chris Phenomenal approaches him from the side.
Chris Phenomenal: It’s been a long time.
Jonny Spade: Yeah, it’s too bad we never brought home the gold.[/b]
The two stare in silence at the doorway for a few moments, both remembering there time spent as Mega Stars under the guidance of Hollywood Mach. Some would say it brought Jonny Spade back to relevance after his lay off from wrestling, while also bringing to mind that it was them who put the name Chris Phenomenal back on the wrestling map.
Chris Phenomenal:[/color] You remember our match at Fallen Heroes?
Jonny Spade: Yeah, we really showed the world what we could do that night.[/b]
As the two both look back at their classic match from Fallen Heroes a smile creeps across the face of Chris Phenomenal, the care free times coming to head. Before the seriousness of Senator Steve Phillips, before chasing the Emperor of the Ring. Back then it was all about having fun and being successful at it. Sure this new attitude has brought Chris some success against bigger names, but did he not lose his Entertainment Title, with the attitude change.
Chris Phenomenal:[/color] So how do you want to approach this match tonight?
Jonny Spade: One goal in mind, win.[/b]
Coming from the mouth of Jonny Spade that seems almost out of place. For the longest time Jonny Spade has always been the calm, relaxed, devil may care sort of person. When your training regimen consists of Wii Fit one might say that you are solely there for the pay check. Yet for Jonny Spade and his former tag partner Gooey Garth it seemed to work well as evidenced by their four reigns as tag team champion in ACW’s hey day.
Chris Phenomenal:[/color] Fair enough then, you’re the tag team expert.
Jonny Spade: Look Chris, you may as well cut the shit. I’m about as comfortable as you are in this. You’re worried about what the hell is going to happen with Senator, more focused on your match next week.
Chris Phenomenal:[/b][/color] Actually, I’m more concerned about you. I mean, you and Gooey, you guys were like brothers.
Jonny Spade: And weren’t we Chris, weren’t you and Senator. If that’s one thing you’re going to learn in this business it’s that no matter what you think you really have no true friends. You always need to be focused on number one because as soon as you concern yourself with the well being of someone else, you’re finished. I’m going to go out there tonight and make sure that we win through any means necessary. Now you can either assist me, or you can stay out of my way, your choice.[/b]
Chris looks at Jonny, totally taken aback by the seriousness on display from the former fun loving Spade. Chris takes a few moments to study him before looking him in the eyes.
Chris Phenomenal:[/color] Don’t worry, I’ll be out there.
Jonny Spade: Well then.[/b]
With that Jonny lifts himself off the crate and walks away as Chris watches him leave, nodding his head as he digests the advice of the ring veteran. A lot has changed since the last time these two teamed, time will only tell however if it will work for the better, or for the worse.[/color]
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 14, 2009 15:39:43 GMT -5
Match 2: EOTR Qualifying Match Jason Freeman vs. Danny Caballero (Credit: Freeman)
Match will be posted upon receipt.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 14, 2009 15:40:10 GMT -5
Segment: Patches (Credit: Sarin / Yoko)
Following their confrontation with Gingerdude, Yoko and Sarin had sashayed to their locker room. There would be little point in staying for the duration of the show without a match to prepare for.
In her haste to gather up her belongings, Yoko drops a package by Sarin's heeled foot. She bends over, and Yoko's momentary glimpse of heaven gets shattered by Sarin's imminent icy demeanor.
Sarin: What's this?
Yoko hops to Sarin's side and takes the box from her hand.
Yoko: Uh, you know. The patch. To help with your...you do want to quit, don't you?
At the moment, Sarin could not articulate the source of her bubbling frustration. It had begun in her stomach, that pitiless unfulfilled rage, skyrocketing up her thorax till she could taste the bitterness on her tongue.
Seeing it all play out in Sarin's eyes, Yoko hastens to change the subject.
Yoko: Want to get a cup of coffee?
Sarin: Do they make a patch for caffeine addicts?
She doesn't make eye contact with Yoko. Shouldering her Dior bag, Sarin slips her sunglasses onto eye-level and strides out of the room.
Yoko: I'd say a comeback if you were still in the room.
But Sarin is already down the hall, and Yoko is in the dimly lit locker room, holding a package of patches.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 14, 2009 15:40:50 GMT -5
Back in my Day... By Dave Shadow and Michael Smart As we cut backstage once more, we find Charlotte King walking down the fabled corridors of the ACW arena, heading towards the location of her next interview. However, much to her horror, a door opens just ahead of her, as the International Champion, Dave Shadow, comes striding out of his dressing room, dressed in his wrestling gear and looking ready for a fight. King spots him and turns round, trying to dodgy out of the way in the hopes he wouldn’t see her. Sharp as ever though, Dave sees her and shouts out after her, starting to run in her direction.
Dave: Oi! Charlotte. She speeds up a bit, trying to lose him, but alas, he is more than a match for her. He catches up and puts a hand on her shoulder, forcing her to stop and acknowledge him.
King: Oh, Dave. I....I didn’t see you there. Dave: Riiight. Well, listen, I was hoping to get an interview in before my big match later tonight with Smart.King looks left and right, searching desperately for a way of getting out of this situation. Unfortunately, no escape opportunity presents itself. She sighs and resigns herself to her job.
King: Ok, Dave. Tonight, you go one on one with Michael Smart for the first time in ACW. Not only that, but you will be defending your International Championship. Any thoughts going into your match? Dave: King, you know me. I’m full of thoughts.King: Yeah, tell me about it. Dave: See, while this is really the first time myself and Smart have interacted here in ACW, our history goes way back. Back, in fact, to the days of the GWF. Back to the days when I was a powerful leader, capable, Omni-present to my employees and someone who everyone looked up to. See King, back then, I was something of a God. And while I don’t mean to sell myself short here tonight, back then, I had real power. Power to do what I want, when I wanted. I had the lives of so many individuals in my hands, all of my decisions having major consequences for them.King: And one of those people was Michael Smart. Dave: Indeed. Smart, too many, was one of the hottest young superstars that the GWF had to offer, someone who showed some real potential every time he stepped out into the ring and did what he did best. He rose through the ranks at a tremendous rate, and he became a legend over night. And you know what King? I take great pride in that. Because I know that without my help, Michael Smart would never have become as famous as he did.King: You’re taking responsibility for Smart’s success? Dave: Of course I am, King. I gave him the platform on which to display his skills. It was on my show in my promotion that he rose to stardom. It was I who gave him the opportunity to hold the only title he has ever held in his career. I made him, King. And tonight, I fully plan on breaking him. Like a proud father who has had to watch as his child self-destructs, so too must I now step forward and show him the error of his ways. So too must I now raise my fist and bring it down. For he has strayed from the path which I set him on. And now, he must learn from his mistake.King: You don’t sound all that worried about this match Dave. Dave: Of course not. I was the one who issued the challenge King. For I know what needs to be done. I know what potential this man has. I know what he is capable of. And I must show him how he has failed to utilize this potential. And if he will not listen, then that is a shame. For he may be too far gone. Much like ACW, Smart is in desperate need of a saviour, and tonight I offer him the chance to become a better wrestler, a chance to become something which ACW can use for the greater good. And he may not like the beating which I must give him, but I rest assured in the knowledge that someday, he’ll thank me for trying to help him.During this last sentence, the camera pulls back slightly to show that Michael Smart is standing behind Dave, the champion completely ignorant to this fact. King tries to let Dave know, but Dave cannot understand her. Eventually, King dispenses with subtlety, and points behind Dave. The champ turns round and is somewhat shocked to see Smart. He tries quickly to regain his composure, but his voice waives slightly, and his earlier confidence never seems to return completely.Dave: Michael. We were just talking about you.Michael: So I've heard.Dave: Well, how about I say the same thing to your fa...Michael: How about you shut the hell up for a minute?!?Dave is slightly taken back by the outburst, giving Michael some time to speak.Michael: Good. I heard quite a bit of what you said. You say that you made me? That you'll be my savior? Please. First, you didn't do a damn thing to help my career in GWF. All you did was send me a paycheck while I was out there making a name for myself! When I was out there defeating hall-of-famers in record time, you were bathing in the money you got from my merchandise! While I was out there defending the IX-title, you were smiling at the TV ratings of people tuning in to see me! And while I was facing people left and right trying to get my second title, you were thinking of ways to make GWF bankrupt to get some extra insurance money!Dave: That's not...Michael: Do you get it, Dave? The only thing you have done for me is make some money off my sweat and blood! You say you're the saviour of ACW? If so, I don't even want to know who the devil is. But tonight, you won't be saving anyone. The only one who will need to be saved... is you! Dave, for two years now I've had the displeasure of knowing you, but tonight I will finally get to kick your arrogant ass!Dave: Can I...Michael: Oh, and about me only having had one title in my career?A small grin forms on Michael's face as he says his next words.Michael: Tonight that number will climb to two.Michael walks off-screen, leaving behind a glaring Dave and Charlotte, who isn't sure what to say. Dave keeps glaring at the leaving Michael before heading off in the opposite direction. Charlotte looks first in the direction of Michael, then in the direction of Dave, before shrugging and heading off herself as we fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 14, 2009 15:41:36 GMT -5
An Odd Pairing [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] The camera fades in to the back of the ACW arena where Vortex is walking the halls. One may wonder why Vortex is always walking the halls when the camera cuts to the back---where he goes, what he does---however that question will remained unanswered as Kevin jumps around the corner and interrupts Vortex as usual. Kevin: Vortex! Did you see Kanye totally destroy Taylor’s moment? Vortex: … Kevin: The blogs! They were ABLAZEEE! Vortex stares at Kevin for a moment while he jumps around in a circle mocking the ‘stop, drop and roll’ routine. After a minute or so of this dance, he spins back around and poses another question to Vortex. Kevin: I take it you didn’t see it. I put it on YouTube though! Kevin goes to reach into his pocket and pull out his phone to show Vortex this ‘devastating’ moment in pop history until he is stopped short via Vortex grabbing him by the shirt.Vortex: Enough. I have a match to prepare for, so if you would relocate your giddy ass somewhere away from me, it would be most appreciated. Kevin: Ok, OK. Eminem is out of rehab though…that’s always a goo— Vortex: KEVIN. Kevin jumps backward a foot or so like a dog that had just wet on the floor and was about to be punished for it. Kevin takes a moment or so to collect himself and then asks a real question. Kevin: About your match tonight…what do you think of Jefferson? Vortex: Look. I’m not sure what management is thinking booking me in crazy pairings such as this, however it’s a job so I’ll play along. I have never personally interacted with the man so this match will be purely business. We both want to win I imagine, and I for one will do everything it takes to ensure that. Kevin: What if he goes bi-polar on you? He is known for these bursts of anger… Vortex looks at Kevin a moment longer before starting to laugh. This awkward moment continues for a few seconds before Vortex gets a hold of himself and looks at Kevin once more, well knowing what ‘bursts of anger’ are like.Vortex: Then I put him in his place and continue on to win the match. If management got a wild hare up their ass and decided to make this a three on one I would still do it…because that’s…Vortex brings the Entertainment Title into view causing the crowd to pop somewhere off in the distance.Vortex: Entertaining. Vortex stares at Kevin intensely for a few seconds, which obviously makes the man a bit uncomfortable. Kevin: Well…good luck! You’ll make headlines if you win this one! With that awkward statement, Kevin is off. Vortex simply turns the opposite direction and continues his walk…to wherever it is that he goes after these interviews.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 14, 2009 15:42:29 GMT -5
“TICKET TAPE PARADE” Thunderkiss [They have come in droves. For the second straight week an ACW program has been hijacked by Thunderkiss’ efforts and its fanbase stolen. An eyeball estimate shows that the crowd that has assembled outside across the street rivals that sitting inside the arena. This could not please the coordinator of tonight’s festivities enough as he rubs his eager palms together and readies himself for tonight’s performance. It’s time to give his old rival the send off he truly deserves, and not the one he has received from the pro-ACW contingent. Constructed in the middle of the parking lot is an elevated stage that spans a few dozen feet in both directions. To keep the crowd at bay it is flanked by a long series of barricades that are making fine forearm rests for those standing front and center. Rising up from behind the stage is a red curtain to veil tonight’s participants in secrecy, though its task soon becomes daunting as “Hail to the Chief” begins to play. A body then protrudes from the velvet drapes but it is not the one the crowd expected nor was advertised to see. Now standing before them is the Steve Phillips impersonator who once went by the moniker “The Congressman.”] Senator Dweeb Phillips: Four score and seven years ago, whatever the fuck a score is, I laced my boots up for the first time and it was good. From that point forth I made both a career and a reputation putting people in moves that nobody cares about but myself. But alas, as they say, all good things must come to an end and tonight my constituents I stand before you with a heavy heart. One must eventually pay the price for being a lying son of a bitch and karma has dealt me a most dreadful lariato. Though my spirit may be unequaled inside the squared circle, the body that surrounds encases it has its limits. My match with Dan White that ended my most uninspired title reign pushed my body to those very limits and beyond. As a result I am no longer able to perform my vigorous and grueling schedule of wrestling two months out of the year, which includes, but not limited to, one world title shot and reign. Kiss Army: YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!Senator Dweeb Phillips: Silence you degenerates! You stupid fools! You’ll never get tired of doing what I tell you to do! This, this right here, is what makes my decision all to easy to make! I no longer feel compelled to sacrifice my body, my well being, for a lot of uncivilized hooligans! If you want witless talent to perform before you, so be it! I have lost my will to care! Kiss Phenomenal: Yo! Yo! Yo!Senator Dweeb Phillips: Speaking of degenerates! [On cue the curtain opens yet again and out comes Thunderkiss dressed in a familiar urban style to mock Chris Phenomenal. He may have the wardrobe down but how about the actual performance? Time to win an Oscar.] Kiss Phenomenal: This white boy from the mean streets of suburban Canada may have had one too many gangsta’ rap songs beat against his ear drums, but he think’s he’s hearing right when you say you’re going to retire. Is that true, old man?Senator Dweeb Phillips: As astute as ever, my wiggerlicious chum! Kiss Phenomenal: Aw hell no! You think I’m going to just let you waltz out of here on your walker? You think I am not going to do about another hundred “old” cracks tonight because I can’t think of any other jokes to make? The answer to both questions is “no,” old man! The Dweeb Phillips I know wouldn’t leave a job unfinished and last time I checked ACW was still operating! You have yet to run it into the ground with your bad choices and decisions and that makes you an outright coward! Dweeb Phillips: How dare you - Kiss Phenomenal *interrupting*: No! How dare you! You’re the man who taught me to give the less and receive the most! You’re the man who told me to push myself into matches whether or not it was good for ACW as a whole! You’re the man who showed me that a procrastinating, late night effort is all one needs to do to succeed in not only life, but in the ring! You’re like a father to me, Senny. A father who beats me with an electrical cord due to repressed sexual issues but a father nevertheless! Dweeb Phillips: And it pleases me to know I taught that all to you so you can carry on my legacy after I am gone. It is your time now, KP. God help us all. Kiss Phenomenal: I ain’t letting you walk out .... only to return at Fallen Heroes 2010 and win it, Senny. No. If you determined to walk out of this company, I am going to make you walk out a man! You owed me a title shot but in true transitional champion fashion you lost it before I got my chance! The least you owe me one last match, an opportunity for me to remind you that Dweeb Phillips can never turn his back upon the ring. Never!Dweeb Phillips. Did not I already do something like this with Thunderkiss last year? Kiss Phenomenal: Yes? No? Perhaps? Hell if I know. Nobody reads, errr, watches.Dweeb Phillips: I cannot believe that I represent a nation of illiterates! Be that as it may, I do have a higher calling in life and for better or for worse the citizens of this country desperately need a man such as myself to guide them. Now I do not have the time nor the patience to try to argue against a halfwit like yourself! Good day, sir! Good day! Kiss Phenomenal: I won’t -Dweeb Phillips *interrupting*: I SAID SILENCE YOU INSOLENT WHELP! [In a scene taken directly from a Hong Kong action movie with a ten dollar budget, Phillips knocks Kiss Phenomenal out with a Washington Lariat that is slower than molasses. Kiss falls to his back in a scene reminiscent of the famed “Finger Poke of Doom” and begins to wallow around on the ground like a beached whale. Meanwhile, Senator Dweeb Phillips storms off the stage and the Army gives him a send off worthy of his character.] Kiss Army *chanting*: NO MORE MATCHES! NO MORE MATCHES! NO MORE MATCHES! NO MORE MATCHES! Kiss Phenomenal *crying*: WHYYYYYY?!! WHYYYYYYYYYY?!!! BUT YOU WERE MY HOME DAWG! YOU WERE MY BOY! MY BOY![FADE]
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