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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 17, 2009 8:43:12 GMT -5
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Marvellous "Micky Martin" vs. Alex Trixer
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Vortex vs. Mr. Wrestling VII - EOTR Quarter Finals Match
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Dan White vs. Jason Freeman
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Chris Phenomenal vs. Dave Shadow - EOTR Quarter Finals Match
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 17, 2009 19:37:34 GMT -5
“HOPE” Thunderkiss [Are you ready for a little anarchy in the UK? The crowd isn’t too sure about that UK part, but they are more than prepared for some chaos, ACW style! Surely the advertised match of Jason Freeman Vs. Dan White will live up to their lofty expectations and there is not an empty seat in the house. From the concession stands and the bathrooms they return all so they can catch a glimpse of the elusive ACW World Champion. However, as the opening match melodies squeeze themselves through the speaker covers, the fans sit in bewilderment and proclaim, “hey, that’s not the Sex Pistols!”] HEE’S AMERICAAAAAAAAN MAAAAAAAAAADEEEEEEEEE! Maxwell McNally: Well that’s not Dan White! “Fast” Eddie Edison: No! No it’s not! [Standing smack dab in the middle of the stage is the Star Spangled Avenger, American Made! One of Thunderkiss’ many personas, American Made was last seen almost one year ago when TK tried to return to Alpha Championship Wrestling under very similar circumstances. These red, white and blue tights were successful in TK’s efforts once before. Will lightening strike twice? Don’t bet on it.] AmericanMade: I am here tonight for one reason and one reason only, to give FREE health care to all the professional wrestlers who perform for this fine company! For far too long evil corporate CEO’s like Gingerdude have bled their employees dry with no concern for their personal well-being! Well I say no more! When my main man Barak Obama gets done bringing HOPE to the sick and uncovered, I will personally bring his health care bill here and stick it straight up Gingerdude’s ass! Crowd: Ew. AmericanMade: Well, with a latex glove on, of course! [Quicker than someone can shout “YOU LIE,” big brother has come out to see TK out of the building before he can eliminate non-existence employer health care coverage.] AmericanMade: What is the meaning of this?! ACW Security: Vacate the premises immediately or risk arrest. This is your only warning. AmericanMade: Arrest!? You can’t arrest an American icon! A piece of Americana just like baseball and apple pie! I a wrestler of the people, by the people and for the people! ACW Security: And you’re also Thunderkiss wearing a mask. Fool us once, shame on you. Fool us twice, shame on us. And we are not going to be shamed tonight Mr. Joseph. AmericanMade: Wait, I really fooled someone before? Neat! Anyway, what is this, China?! Am I not innocent until proven guilty?! ACW Security: Lets move along, Mr. Joseph. [Showing more resolve and bravura than last week, the security team takes one step in causing TK to do the same only in the opposite direction. Desperate to put a point up on the score board before the game ends, Made turns to his great equalizer in hopes they come through for him yet again.] AmericanMade: HEY! I DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOU GUYS BUT I THINK THESE ASSHOLES HATE AMERICA! Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! [The Kiss Army. They deliver. The outburst causes the security team to halt their advance in fears of inciting a riot. A grin spreads across his war worn lips and he continues rallying the troops in hopes of delivering a knock out blow.] AmericanMade: I SAY LET’S REMIND THEM OF WHAT COUNTRY THEY LIVE IN! Crowd *chanting*: U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! [The order has been sent. It’s either TK or their jobs. Not wishing to be another be a part of America’s growing unemployment percentage the security team has no other choice than to apprehend Thunderkiss and that’s exactly what they do. Surprisingly, TK does not put up a fight and allows himself to be ushered from the arena for the second time in as many weeks. And why not? Retreating will allow him to play another day; staying brings the game to an end.] Crowd *chanting*: BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT! AmericanMade: THE TERRORISTS HAVE WON! THE COMMUNISTS HAVE TAKEN OVER! TONIGHT LADY LIBERTY WEEPS FOR US ALL! [FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 17, 2009 19:40:43 GMT -5
Match 1: Marvellous "Micky Martin" vs. Alex Trixer
A match that you would expect to go only one way and that is with Mickey getting the win over Alex and looking mighty fine while doing so in the process.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 17, 2009 19:40:59 GMT -5
Much Ado about Nothing. By Dave Shadow & William Shakespeare Dave Shadow has posted a blog over at his website (DaveShadowRocksHard.com), in which he addresses the Emperor of the Ring competition, his match against Michael Smart and some other things. All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages William Shakespeare may never have watched wrestling. He may never have seen an ACW show. But the man’s ideas can still be applied.
Each and every week, I go out to that ring, and I put my body on the line, for each and every person reading this. Like pawns in a large game of chess, we do what we’re told. We take incredible risks, death-defying chances. And let’s face it. Not one of you appreciates what I do. Don’t lie. I see it in your eyes, I hear it when I walk through the curtains. You don’t like me. You hate me. And many of you despise me. You want to see me get hurt. You want to see me in pain, suffering at the hands of my opponents.
It’s why you all watched last week as I took on Michael Smart. You wanted to see me lose my title, an item which I hold as dear as life itself. You wanted to see me humiliated, and many of you thought that Smart would be the man who would do that, who would dish out a nice large slice of humble pie. For you all think that my defeat is an inevitability. But you are wrong. So, so wrong. I not only beat Smart. I made him tap out. I proved once again that I can adjust my style to just about any thrown at me. I out smarted Dan White. I out monster-ed Thunder Train. I out technical-ed Michael Smart. In short, I proved once again to be the most diverse and dangerous man on the ACW roster.
Shakespeare thought that man went through seven stages.At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms; I remember being an infant in the wrestling industry, a rookie who was green and who was looked down on by everyone. No one saw any potential in me, and I was by-and-large dismissed as someone not worth following. These times were tough, I’ll admit. But, for me, they were also a motivation. To this day, I remember how poorly everyone treated me, how shit I was made to feel. And to this day, I let out that frustration built on those unfortunate enough to anger me. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. As I moved on, as I sat back and learned, I developed into an amazing athlete. I became a great wrestler and in turn, I surprised everyone. And in the process, suddenly people began to take notice. Everyone started taking credit for me. They still do. I still see the schools I went to, the places I trained try to cash in on my name. “Dave Shadow was educated here.” “Dave Shadow learned how to wrestle here”. What bullshit. The only person responsible for my success is me. I owe no one anything, for if they had their way, I would still be a pimply geek, posting on the internet and acting like my opinion mattered in this business.And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' brow.
My time in the GWF and CIW, summed up so well. Like a lover, I was naive. I was blind to the flaws and the problems which existed within these structures. And those I recognised, I hoped I could change, that I could fix. Alas, it was an unrequited love; one which broke my heart time and time again. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. When GWF and CIW died....nay. When they burnt to the ground, I moved on with my life. I came to ACW, and I did so with a smile on my face. I did so because I wanted to prove to everyone I could be a good little boy, that my past successes were not down solely to the fact I was running a company I also wrestled in. And in the process, I through myself at every challenge I could get. Ladder matches Multi-man matches. Any matches I could get into, any fight I could be a part of, I made sure I was.
I was a soldier, through and through, and I knew what I wanted to be. I wanted to be the poster boy. The guy fans come to cheer, the guy who everyone not only respects, but also the guy kids look up to as role models. So I played by the book. I did what I was told. I was a good little soldier who obeyed orders without question, and you adored me for it.
But what did it bring me? Pain. Suffering. Often humiliation. Sure, you would cheer for those twenty minutes I would be out in the ring every night. But I would have to put up with the aftermath. And that would stay with me 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I couldn’t just flick off the pain once a show was over.And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lin'd, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. “And then, the justice.” How apt. See, this is the stage that I currently occupy. The justice, the judge, the crusader of ACW, who wants to bring peace and law and order to this chaotic promotion. You know the drill by now. I see the disgust in your eyes when I walk down the ramp. It’s the same disgust I see in people’s eyes when they see a police officer, a man who puts his life on the line to ensure the highest quality of life is maintained. Do you thank that man? Do you appreciate the man? No. “The man” is a figure of disdain.
People naturally hate people in authority, and since I’ve claimed a stake as such, you hate me as well. That’s fine. I’ve come to understand it. Truth be told, I’ve come to embrace it. It only motivates me more. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. The sixth stage does not refer to me, but rather those in ACW who have gotten too comfortable in their positions. People like Dan White, Yoko Satoshi, and Thundertrain, who sit on top of the ACW mountain. People like Jason Freeman, Rattlesnake and Jack Jefferson. ACW stalwarts who have grown accustomed to their positions and in the process, grown lazy. They are old, but I....I am still young and hungry. And it is that hunger which will drive me foward.
For if I do not embrace this hunger, then ACW faces extinction. Death at the hands of predictability and normality. I shall not let it die. The Emperor of the Ring competition is vital to my plan, and my victory is vital to the survival of ACW. This promotion needs me to win, and needs me to keep climbing. For if I don’t, then only one fate is possible for ACW. Last scene of all,That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 17, 2009 19:46:25 GMT -5
OTA Segment: A Random Clipping (Credit: Senator) Illinois Senator Censored by Fellow Legislators
By HARRISON BRADY[/color] Published: September 15, 2009WASHINGTON – After a heated debate, the Senate voted to pass a resolution to chastise Senator Steve Phillips (D-IL) following his outburst during President Obama’s address September 9 address to the nation. The final vote was nearly split along party lines, with fifty-eight votes in favor of censure, and forty-one voting against, including thirty-four Republicans. Cited from the text of the final version of the resolution: Whereas on September 9, 2009, during the joint session of Congress convened pursuant to House Concurrent Resolution 179, the President of the United States, speaking at the invitation of the House and Senate, had his remarks interrupted by the Senator from Illinois, Mr. Phillips; And Whereas the conduct of the Senator from Illinois was a breach of decorum and degraded the proceedings of the joint session, to the discredit of the Senate: Now, therefore, be it Resolved, That the Senate disapproves of the behavior of the Senator from Illinois, Mr. Phillips, during the joint session of Congress held on September 9, 2009. Senator Phillips was already under fire for his abrupt retirement from Alpha Championship Wrestling, threatened with a breach of contract suit by ACW Chairman Gingerdude. He appeared at the session with a bandaged head, a result of his final professional wrestling contest. Although pressured to apologise, Phillips told reporters that he intended not to "bow under public and private pressure," and instead insisted that "the words had to be said, a lie is a lie, no matter how hard that is to understand." Fellow Democrats were vocally disappointed with their colleague, Majority Leader Harry Reid calling the outburst a "breach of decorum," and White House Press Secretary Robert Gibbs said that "the President is very disappointed in his fellow Illinoisian's abrupt comments." [/font]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 17, 2009 19:46:56 GMT -5
HEY NOW! [/b][/color] 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, a weathered Jake Steele and his pregnant girlfriend Rena Matheson sitting on a sofa together. The hostility dormant, they are still feeling the shakiness of last week, as they each hold open a cover of a baby name book. As Steele points some out and smiles, Rena shakes her head in disagreement, then they both laugh.Rena: I am not naming my baby "Damian."Steele: Well what about Johnny?Rena: Johnny Steele? It sounds okay.Just then, a knock at the door.Rena: That's probably the room service. COME IN!The door opens, and in walks The Reprobate. Jake gets to his feet quickly, and looks to be ready for an attack. Rena tugs on Steele's arm to keep him back. She successfully eases the fight atmosphere, at least for now. Rep stares at Steele and smirks, as he sees the singapore cane scars across the forehead of Steele, his work still being displayed.Rep: Alright, Matheson. We need to talk about my baby. I've written down a list of acceptable names for you to think over. At the top of the list is "Rep Jr." and then we get a little more imaginative with my personal favorite, "Constantine."Steele, already angered, holds back his fury by taking in a deep breath. His emotions are racing so high that he can barely speak, but he does.Steele: Why are you still playing this game?Rep: What the hell are you talking about, retard?Steele: You know that this isn't your baby. Rena would never have sex with you.Rep: Da nile isn't just a river in Egypt. Sit down and shut up while I arrange the birth of my child.Steele: You talk tough but you can't back it up.Rep: What are you trying to say? That I'm not as great a wrestler as you are? If my memory serves me correct, I have a pinfall victory over you... captured just last week. Are you trying to say that you want me to be 2-0 with you?Steele: Emperor of the Ring.Rep: ...Fine by me.Rena, horrified, looks on as the two men stare in to each other's hate filled eyes. Rep breaks eye contact by looking away.Rep: Now if you'll excuse me... I have a parenting class to attend. Matheson... make sure my child gets plenty of vegetables.Rep leaves the room as Steele's heavy breathing takes over his body. He picks up a vase and smashes it on the ground.Steele: I'm setting this match up now. I want him out of our lives.Steele collects his belongings and leaves the room, to retrieve his match contract for EOTR. Rena looks towards the ground as she rubs her stomach.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 17, 2009 19:47:31 GMT -5
Contract shmontract, or somtract? (Credit: The Red Panther)
We open to Gingerduded office. He is at his desk, looking stern. Across from him is Jimmy Winner and The Red Panther, each sitting in a seat. Between them is a bodyguard in a black suit with facial tattoos, holding a stun gun.
Gingerdude: Guys, you two both know why you are here. Last week, Panther, you attacked Jimmy. As ACW chairman, I can't let you two start attacking each other and sneaking up on each other. Many good men have lost careers from sneak attacks. So at the Emperor if the ring, you two will have a one on one, just to get it out of your system.
Panther: As much as I would love to kick Winner's washed up ass around the ring, doesn't the contract we are signed to say we can't wrestle? I wouldn't want too get fired over this asshole.
Winner: Jimmy Winner would also love to fight at Emperor Of The Ring, however I would not want too lose my pay over something as trivial as The Red Panthers attitude.
Panther: My attitude? My attitude is just fine you dumb bastard.
Gingerdude: ENOUGH.
The two fall silent.
Gingerdude: See, the contract says you may not fight in either a wrestling match, or a match based around the wrestling idea but with certain stipulations. So I decided you two will fight in a mixed martial-arts match. Three rounds, five minutes, you know the rules.
Winner: It's on!
Panther: *In high pitched voice*It's on guys!*Goes back to normal voice* What are you, ten? It's a match.
Gingerdude: Until then Winner, you will stay as Panthers manager. We are also trying to set up a match for you Winner, to warm you up. Now leave, I have stuff to do.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 17, 2009 19:47:53 GMT -5
Match 2: Match 2: Vortex vs. Mr. Wrestling VII - EOTR Quarter Finals Match (Credit: Thunder Train)
Out of the Ashes; hits and Vortex emerges from the backstage area, ready for his EOTR match. The fans pop as Vortex makes his way down to the ring, and slides in. Instead of turning to face his opponent however, Vortex walks over and grabs a microphone, much to the delight of the fans.
Vortex: Stay a while…and listen.
Vortex stands and waits for the noise to die down, thinking about whom his opponent could possibly be.
Vortex: Before you come out “Mr. Wrestling VII”, I have a few words to say. Firstly, I tried watching some footage on you from your match with Starr, however I was met with ‘technical difficulties’.
The crowd boos, as they too did not have the privilege of seeing the match, as it was canceled moments before it began.
Vortex: Somehow, you beat Starr though—unless you are Starr—which would make things a little more complicated. Regardless, it doesn’t matter who you are I’m still going to take you out. So, let’s reveal this little mystery, get down here and let’s do this!
The crowd roars to life, however no music hits. Thirty seconds or so pass and still no music, which causes a “Please Stand By!” chant to start.
Vortex: If I have to come back there and get you I will, I’m not going to stand out here like an ass while you no-show again. So let’s try this one more tim—
The roar of the crowd and whistle of a Singapore Cane, The Reprobate is in the ring once again with his once nemesis Vortex. Being all too familiar with run-in tactics, Vortex ducks the shot narrowly. Rep turns around as Vortex runs in to Rep. Rep grabs Vortex's neck in a headlock and bounces off the ropes. Vortex shoots Rep off as the crowd starts getting on their feet. Suddenly, the referee runs in between them, signals at ringside, and the bell rings as both men stand on opposite sides of the ring. The ref kicks the cane outside of the ring as Rep and Vortex begin circling around the ring.
The two men then step into the center and lock up. After a brief back and forth, Vortex gets a quick side headlock onto Rep. Rep however, quickly pushes Vortex off and the two are back staring at each other. The two tie up again and this time Rep has the advantage. He pushes Vortex into the corner and the referee goes for a clean break. The two seem to be separated without trouble then Vortex reaches out and slaps the face of Rep. Rep simply smirks and backs off. The referee makes sure that everything is good and clean now and orders for the match to continue.
The duo lock up once more and Rep Irish Whips Vortex into the ropes. On the rebound, Rep unleashes an elbow onto the face of Vortex that drops him instantly. Vortex falls but gets right back up and into Rep, who knocks him down again with a stiff shot. Right back up goes Vortex though and Rep tries a third time to strike the man down. Vortex sees this one coming though and blocks it and sends a shot of his own. Rep backs up and Vortex stays on the attack with a few more clubby blows. Vortex then grabs the arm of Rep and whips him across the ring into the turnbuckle. Rep hits it with a hard rebound and back into Vortex that greets him with a snap suplex.
ONE! . . . TWO! . . . *Kickout*
Not even close to three as Rep gets his shoulder up. Vortex gets back to his feet and as Rep begins to stand up Vortex gives a stiff kick to the back of the knee, sending Rep back down. Rep however, quickly rolls out of the ring to catch his breath for a second. Vortex stands in the ring and watches Rep as he checks his knee. Vortex rolls his eyes and runs against the ropes and goes for a baseball slide. However, with what seems like eyes in the back of his head, Rep grabs the legs of Vortex and whips him out of the ring and onto the back of his head on the outside. The crowd "Oohs" at the sickening sound of the bump. Rep quickly picks up Vortex and slams his head against the announce table multiple times and then pulls him over to the ring post and proceeds to smash his head there.
Dazed, Vortex stumbles over to the barricade and leans over. The crowd slaps and taps the sweat filled back of Vortex as he tries to regain his composure. Rep slides in and out of the ring to break up the count and approaches Vortex. Vortex pops up and does a quick slap to the chest of Rep, but Rep replies with a knee to the stomach. Vortex doubles over and Rep throws him into the ring steps head first. The steps break apart and Vortex lies there motionless. Rep gets back into the ring and demands the referee begin counting.
After about 6 Vortex begins to move again and slowly starts to get up. He grabs the ring apron as if his life depended on it. He grips it tightly and pulls himself up. He throws a leg up onto the apron and tries to get back in. Rep paces around hoping that he won't be able to get back inside before the count ends. At 9 and everyone's favorite fraction, 7/8, Vortex gets back into the ring. Rep throws his fists in a rage of frustration and pulls Vortex to the center of the ring.
ONE! . . . TWO! . . . TH*Kickout*
Vortex throws a shoulder up and adds to the frustration of Rep. Rep stomps on the chest of Vortex and then drops an elbow on him. Vortex grabs his chest in pain and then rolls over onto his stomach. On his knees now, he continues holding his chest and Rep approaches him and then kicks him in the head. Vortex rolls onto his side and Rep picks him up. He sets him into the powerbomb position and then lifts him up. Vortex however, slips out of it and does a spin kick to the head of Rep. Rep goes falling to the mat and Vortex holds the ropes to support him. Rep holds his jaw as he gets up. He stumbles around a bit and turns around in front of Vortex. Vortex uses this opportunity to grab Rep and does a German Suplex to him. Vortex releases the hold on Rep during the fall which causes Rep to land awkwardly on his neck. By this point though, a lot has been taken out of Vortex. Both men are down now and Vortex slowly crawls to Rep to get an arm over.
ONE! . . . TWO! . . THR*Kickout*
Rep gets a shoulder up, much to the disappointment of Vortex. Vortex has a look of being so close and yet so far away at the same time. The two men slowly get back to their feet again. Vortex gets up first and holds onto the rope to keep his balance. Rep gets up as well but it looks like he is still wounded. Vortex approaches Rep but Rep explodes and tries to Superkick Vortex's head off! Vortex ducks under the leg though and counters with his own Blackout Dropkick! Rep sees this coming though and side steps Vortex and uses Vortex's own momentum against him as he slams him into the ground. Vortex hits the mat very hard as Rep tries to cover him again.
ONE! . . TWO! . . . THRE--*Kickout*
Vortex rolls his shoulder up out of the pinning attempt. Rep rolls off of him and gets to his feet. He lifts up the body of Vortex and plans on ending the match once and for all. He says something to Vortex that nobody else can hear and then smirks. He lifts up Vortex onto his shoulders and it looks like he is going for the Vertigo (Sitout Death Valley Driver). Vortex kicks and thrashes though and after a thumb to the eye, gets loose. He stands in front of Rep and goes for the Psychosurgery (Orange Crush Bomb/Suplex into Sitdown Powerbomb). Rep tries to counter it, but it's too late! With a crashing thud, Rep hits the mat. Vortex quickly covers him
ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE!
Phillip: Here is your winner, Vortex!
The bell sounds and Vortex stands up, and looks at the fallen Rep. The deafening roar of the crowd is a bit disorienting, and Vortex is having a hard time deciding whether to continue the beating or exit the ring. RAF—sensing trouble—pushes Vortex towards the ropes and offers a few stern words. Vortex decides the latter is a better option than the former and steps out of the ring, much to the crowd’s dismay.
Vortex grabs his Entertainment Title and heads to the back without another look at the ring. As Vortex heads up the ramp he receives both adulation and criticism, the crowd certainly hates Rep and they want someone to do something about it sooner rather than later. Vortex is not this man, so he continues walking, pushes through the curtains, and emerges into the bright fluorescents backstage.
About three seconds after entering the backstage area, Kevin Anderson appears. Vortex pushes him out of the way and keeps walking, however Kevin is one persistent person and starts running after Vortex.
Kevin: Vortex! Waaait!
Vortex keeps walking and Kevin keeps running. Vortex rounds the corner and Kevin follows, stills screaming for him to stop. Since Vortex does not comply, Kevin puts on a burst of speed and blows past Vortex, spins around, and sticks his arms out.
Kevin: Vor—
Vortex walks right through Kevin, grabbing him by the shirt and dragging him behind like coat tails. After dragging Kevin for a few feet, Vortex picks the man up and hefts him into the wall, still holding his lapels.
Vortex: WHAT?
Kevin: I..uh…I just wanted to know how it felt beating Rep?
Vortex: I liked him better when he was dead.
Off in the distance, the crowd cheers.
Kevin: Well..he..he’s not dead now, so how did it feel beating him as a competitor?
Vortex: He’s a disgrace to this entire business. I’m not going to rescind my words, Rep is one hell of a competitor, however he is also garbage. Coming back ‘from the dead’, entering this tournament under a guise, and then blindsiding me? One thing is for sure; the man is still—and always will be—nothing more than a coward.
Vortex stares at Kevin for a moment, and the man quickly continues.
Kevin: Well, what if he comes for your title?
Vortex laughs.
Vortex: Let him come. We’ve done this dance before though, and the outcome is going to be the same. The fact of the matter is, the man is losing his supporters. His actions are rash, and his group is destructing from the inside. So this time, if he challenges me, he won’t have the same support. That much easier for me to destroy him both mentally and physically.
Vortex drops Kevin, who slides down the wall to a sitting position. Vortex turns to leave, however on second thought he turns to face the camera directly.
Vortex: Let me repeat myself. I don’t care who you are, if you step into that ring with me you better be ready for war.
Vortex begins to laugh hysterically before turning to Kevin and screaming “RIGHT KEVIN?!”, and then walking away leaving Kevin to ponder his next set of interview questions. As Vortex walks down the hallway, the camera fades to black.
Fade.
Intro credit to Rep and Vortex. Post match credit to Vortex.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 17, 2009 19:49:20 GMT -5
FIRST COMES LOVE, THEN COMES MARRIAGE, THEN COMES THE BABY IN A BABY MISCARRIAGE [/b][/color] 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... the hallway is dark. A door to the left, RENA MATHESON on the label. Fade from this scene to an even darker room. Close shot of Christina Hernandez, her eyes are empty and her features are devoid of emotion. Her mind is racing, she doesn't have time to choose a mood. Her eyes close, and she snaps out of it. Anger is her choice of mood. She turns to her right as the camera eases away revealing more of the room. She picks up the battered singapore cane that was used on Jake Steele last week. She holds it up in front of her and takes a closer look. Breathing increases, anger rises. Nostrils flare and her eyes close. Fade to black.
Fade in, back to the hallway. The camera turns to the right slowly, across from the previously mentioned door. With the singapore cane in hand, Christina has already read the name on the door... but it upsets her. So she reads it again. As her temper rises, she approaches the door, grabs the knob, and turns it. Before walking in, she reaches in and switches the lights off. She enters the room, closing the door tightly after entering. We hear a loud thump... and then a slightly lower one... followed by a crack. Fade to black... another crack.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 17, 2009 19:49:58 GMT -5
SIRENS [/b][/color] 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, we're at the ACW parking lot. A large group of wrestlers stand around an ambulance. The doors had just closed as we faded in. The ambulance begins to pull out as Jake Steele drives up in to the parking lot. He parks his car and walks over to the group of wrestlers.Steele: Hey guys, what's going on?Reggie Rawls: Po' Rena. Mah condoh-lenses go to you, masa.Steele: What!? What are you talking about?Reggie Rawls: Oh lawd... you didn't hear the news? Somebody went nuts on yo bitch wit a singapore cane! Youse besta get in yo car and follow dat ambuh-lans!Steele runs to his car, turns the ignition on, and speeds out of the parking lot as fast as possible. Cut back to JJB, who holds his torn hat in his hands. A tear runs down his cheek, destroying his make up.Reggie Rawls: Heaven help us all!Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 17, 2009 19:50:28 GMT -5
Segment save for Mickey Martin.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 17, 2009 19:51:50 GMT -5
Match 3: Dan White vs. Jason Freeman (Credit: Torak...even if he is deceased)
What could have been a feasible candidate for the Main Event turned out to be a tasty appetizing upper-midcard bout between the World Champion and an opponent with respectable Championship credentials. Phillip, importantly, pointed out that the match was not scheduled as a title defence, so it was interesting to see if Dan would fall victim to complacency. The beginning of the match didn’t bode well for the new Champion, who found himself on the wrong end of a sneak assault before the bell had even been rung – Freeman allowed stern determination to win to overcome any professional honour. Freeman focused his offence on the face of the champion with stiff chops, gouges and face slams. Freeman sought an early victory after a planting DDT, but Dan had enough presence of mind to kick-out on two. Freeman altered his plan of attack slightly and resorted to high impact slams, including a hard hitting Vertical Suplex Slam, but even after the bruising punishment dealt out to him, Dan was still not done for. In fact, he had plans of offence of his own.
Around the midway point of the match, Dan managed to dig deep and pulled out an unexpected Dragonzuri to turn the tide of the match. Using his quick, strong legs, a series of stomps and kicks suitably wore Freeman down to a tired breathlessness. A unique Hurricanrana-Leg Lariat mishmash almost brought Dan the victory, but Freeman was close enough to the ropes to break the cover. Dan resorted to high risk in an attempt to wrap the match up, but Freeman still had energy within him to chase Dan to the top rope. With both men poised precariously on the top, fans looked on in piqued anticipation. After slugging it out for an advantage both men eventually succumbed to gravity as Dan pulled out an amazing swinging neckbreaker from the top. Had it not been for the high impact withdrawing the energy from both men, Dan might have had the match wrapped up; such was the impact of the manoeuvre.
With both men beginning to yield to fatigue, it was clear the end of the match was near. Beating the double count out, both men returned to their feet and threw some tired right hands at each other. It served as the prelude to a frantic finish to the match whipped the crowd into anxious frenzy. First, Dan looked to lock in his version of the Fujiwara Armbar, which would have certainly finished off the worn down Freeman had it not been for his desperate counter to the move. Caught unaware, Dan soon found himself being set up for Freeman’s Journey’s End (Crucifix Powerbomb into Sitdown Driver), but Dan managed to avoid the devastating move by dropping down behind his foe. As Freeman turned, stunned by the Champion’s resolve, he walked straight into the Stunt Bomb which conveniently converted into a ready made pin fall position. The sheer impact of the move on top of the overall effects from the match proved to be too much for Freeman as Dan picked up the 1-2-3.
Winner of the match: Dan White
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 17, 2009 19:52:16 GMT -5
Smacktalking.... by Dave Shadow & Chris Phenomenal With tonight’s main event fast approaching, the camera cuts backstage to show two ACW wrestlers walking along the corridors, split screen style. Both men stride along with a sense of purpose, an air of confidence surrounding them. Dave Shadow, International Championship placed firmly over his shoulder, looks the image of a cocky, young champion. Chris Phenomenal, a smile on his face and shadow boxing as he moves, warming up, looks hungry for success. The two men both know how important the Emperor of the Ring competition can be towards launching guys through the glass ceiling, and neither will want to lose tonight.
As the two walk along, they both turn a corner....and walk straight into each other. The split screen effect fades away, as the two men regain their composure, throwing dirty looks at each other. Dave resettles the belt, and starts to address Chris. Dave: Come to beg for mercy before we go out there tonight?Chris Phenomenal: Beg mercy from you. Dave? I’ve been waiting for this for a long time. I should give you the chance to answer the same question. Dave: Well, that’s just too bad. Cause if you had even shown the slightest hint of respect for me, I might have gone easy on you. Now though? Well, now I’m going to have to humiliate you. Begging for mercy hasn‘t even crossed my mind.Chris shakes his head and laughs quietly, obviously amused by Dave’s big talk.Chris Phenomenal: Dave, you do realise that the last time we faced off, I beat you. And I took the Entertainment title off you as well. It‘s going to be sweet to take you down a second time with something even bigger on the line.Dave: As I recall, there was three of you out to get me, and I put up a damn good fight. Chris Phenomenal: Excuses, excuses. Seriously Dave, do you never take time to step back and realise how big a mouth you have? I mean, we talkin‘ Jenna Jameson here.Dave: Oh, I know damn well how big my mouth is. The only thing is that I know I don’t only walk the walk...I talk the talk. So we’re going to go out there tonight, and I’m going to do the same thing I did to Michael Smart, the same thing I did to Alicia Kitsune, Thunder Train, Dan White....Chris Phenomenal: Common Dave, Michael Smart. I seem to recall him washing out of ECF, not able to keep up with the big boys. Thunder Train, I hold two wins over. Alicia Kitsune. We talkin’ bout a fuckin’ women here Dave. I don’t care what she’s accomplished here, she’s a fuckin’ double x.Dave: Chris, you can say what you want, but in the end, this all comes down to the fact that both you and I are the two best guys in ACW at the moment. Let’s not beat around the bush here. What we deserve is to be main eventing on a consistent basis. What we deserve is to be in contention for the World Championship. But sometimes, life isn’t always fair. Now, at the moment, we both see the path to what we deserve....Chris Phenomenal: This tournament.Dave: Right. But while we both see the path, only one of us can actually continue down it. One of us can keep going forward, but for one of us, this path ends here tonight. And Chris? I’m sorry. I can not afford to let my path towards destiny end. Not now, and not ever. I know you want that world title shot which comes with victory. But I NEED that title shot. My crusade depends on it....Chris Phenomenal: And once you make it to the top you’re going to bring down this company like you did GWF, like you did CIW. I don’t see this as just a fight for me Dave, this is a fight for ACW’s longevity. I’ve got a lot invested in it’s success and in order to maintain the success it is having it can’t have you on the top.Chris looks at Dave, the two glaring at each other for a moment.Dave: So I guess then we aren’t going to be able to settle this peacefully.Chris Phenomenal: When is anything ever settled peacefully here, Dave?Dave: True. Fine. If that’s the way things have got to be, then so be it. We’ll go out there, and we’ll find out just which of us deserves to continue on this road. But Chris. I warn you. I have no desire to lose, and I will do anything to achieve victory. I’m going to have to beat you, and I’m afraid it’s going to be painful. REALLY painful. And the sad thing is....someday....you’re not going to thank me. I take no pleasure in kicking you back down the ladder of success, but a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do. See you out there Chris.Dave walks past Chris, the two men colliding shoulders as he passes, attempting to get one last bit of a psychological advantage. As Dave disappears off camera, Chris looks after him.Chris Phenomenal: It’s on.He shakes his head before starting off after him, the two men on their final march to war.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 17, 2009 19:52:35 GMT -5
Title: Dan Gave Me a Blowjob For This Credit: Chris Phenomenal (and Dan White >_>)
The scene opens with Chris Phenomenal sitting outside of the ACW arena, the show just having kicked off. Sucking in the cool night air, Chris leans his head back envisioning the match tonight against Dave Shadow. His preparation is interrupted however by a young black boy approaching Chris from the side.
Kid: ‘ey, ya, Chris Phenomenal righ’?
Chris Phenomenal: Yeah, what’s it to ya.
Kid: Nothin’, I jus’ wonderin’ though if I could get ya autograph.
Chris looks down at the kid and the worn jeans, the over worn shoes and the large sweater, obviously having gone through at least one other child. A smile comes over Chris face as he sees a bit of himself at a young age in the kid.
Chris Phenomenal: I swear, you tell anyone I did this for ya I’ll ring ya neck.
The kid looks up at a smiling Chris and flashes a grin, passing over a pen and a small notebook littered with other autographs, from old wrestling stars. Chris takes a moment flipping through the book and seeing a who’s who of ACW legends name in ink.
Kid: I’ve always been a fan of wrestling, mainly for the money. My dad ran off and my ma works three jobs to take care of me, my three brothers, two sisters and my cousins as well.
Chris continues flipping until he comes across a blank page and goes to sign before the kid stops him, grabs the book and flips it a few more pages before passing it over to Chris who quickly scribbles on the page, and then goes to pass it back to the kid.
Chris Phenomenal: So what was that all about? I mean, why couldn’t I sign that page.
Kid: Well, that page is kind of reserved.
Chris Phenomenal: For who?
The kid responds sheepishly.
Kid: Dan White.
Chris looks at the book before passing it off to the kid, a look of disgust in his eye.
Kid: Do you think you could help me get his autograph.
The kid looks up at Chris, smiling again as he looks down at his signature and carefully with the pen jots down the date in the bottom right hand corner. Chris looks down at the kid and again is caught by the likeness of there situations.
Chris Phenomenal: Alright, I got some business with him as well so we can go together.
Chris taps his hoody pocket as he gets up and heads towards the back entrance to the ACW arena, the kid following behind him as the scene begins to fade away.
Chris Phenomenal: Hey Kid, what’s you name?
Kid: Jameel.
Chris Phenomenal: Ha.
Fade
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 17, 2009 19:52:59 GMT -5
“SUPER-HERO SHOWDOWN!” Credit: Thunder Train, Thunderkiss [Meanwhile backstage ..... (oh come on, like I have to have an elaborate set up to every promo. He came, he saw, he’s being escorted out. You do the math.)] AmericanMade: This is an injustice! Were is ALCU when you need them!? I am going to get an educated black lawyer to sue you all! You are holding the brothers down, brother! [Ginger’s men in black do not seem to be very impressed at TK’s threat. As TK’s mind construes yet another way to try to get under their skin, he seems a white pearly smile in the corner of his eye. Like a hook to a fish it yanks his attention in its direction and soon an outline of a massive man surrounds it. There is only one man who’s size rivals TK and tonight he sports pointy ears on each side of his head.] AmericanMade: THERE! There is a real criminal! That big black man dressed up as Batman! Why would a black man be wearing a mask? To commit a crime, of course! And lurking in the shadows no less! [The reveal of Bat-Train has frozen the security guards in their tracks. They now stand in the middle of a crossroads. Do they continue escorting Thunderkiss off the premises or do they prevent Thunder Train from entering the arena where he had been arrested just days ago? Luckily for them TK will see to it that they do not have to decide.] Bat Train:: Get off my island! AmericanMade: Is this the part where we have a super-hero misunderstanding and then fight? If so, can we just skip to the part where I kick your ass? Bat Train: So says the man wearing a human straight jacket. AmericanMade: Good point. [With relative ease Thunderkiss removes himself of the hands that bind him. All it takes is one spinning Goodnight Kiss and all the Chairman’s horses and all the Chairman’s men will never put these guards back together again.] AmericanMade: There. That takes care of that. I didn’t like your answer, Bat-Train, so let me repeat that question once more. Can we just skip to the part where - Bat Train *interrupting*: Oh shut up Thunderkiss... AmericanMade: SHHHHH! WHAT’S A MATTER WITH YOU BROTHER?! WE MUST NOT USE OUR CIVILIAN NAMES! Bat Train: Anyway Captain Dick, thanks for riling the old man up and making my task tonight even more difficult. I can always count on you to only think of yourself. Ugh. [With a scowl Bat-Train reaches onto his size 60 utility belt and pulls for a grappling hook. Into the air it points, destination the roof. With a squeeze of a trigger Train’s body gets pulled upwards like a wrecking ball on a crane leaving Thunderkiss to revel from within his shadow.] AmericanMade: No problem! Go break a leg... or better yet .... give a heart attack! [FADE]
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