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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 21, 2009 15:50:55 GMT -5
Monday Night Warfare 21st September 2009
Schedule of Matches: -----------------------------------
EOTR Quarter Finals Match Jason Freeman vs. Anthony Kalb
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The Red Panther vs. Rena Matheson
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Thunder Train vs. Andy Starr
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ACW Tag Team Title Match Flower Power vs. The Royles
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EOTR Quarter Finals Match Jack Jefferson vs. Jonny Spade
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 21, 2009 15:53:43 GMT -5
Warfare rolls around to find the ACW arena buzzing. It’s probably the dodgy air conditioning, or there are giant wasps in the vents. Again.
Anyway, our story this evening actually begins a little earlier than usual...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 21, 2009 15:53:59 GMT -5
OOC Segment: You’ve Got Mail (Credit: Dave Shadow / AK)
It’s a couple of hours before Warfare gets underway, and already the backstage corridors at the ACW arena are busy with several dozen people going about their jobs. Amongst them is Dave Shadow; he has no match on the evening’s card, so he’s dropping by early to collect a few things and do a little training before the rest of the roster descends.
As he passes the Chairman’s office, Ginger’s secretary Chloe sees him, and calls out.
Chole: Mr. Shadow?
Dave turns around.
Dave: Howdy. What's up?
Chloe: There’s some mail here for you.
Dave walks back to the office door, and Chloe hands him a small bundle of letters. Even before he has them fully in his hands, Dave realises that one of them is a familiar shape. He feels the square edges of a CD case, and immediately shoves the rest of the letters back at Chloe, who does well to grab them before they all spill on the floor.
Dave rips the envelope open, and a cd case containing an unmarked disc falls out. Even without a name, Dave knows what it is, and who it’s from. He grasps it a little too hard as emotions course through him, causing the plastic case to crack slightly.
Chloe: Are you ok?
Dave recovers himself, and nods.
Dave: Uh... yeah, I’m fine. Thanks, Chloe.
He takes back the rest of the letters and stuffs them into his kit bag, before heading down the corridor to the locker rooms. He can hear the sound of a phone being picked up as he puts his own cellphone to his ear.
Dave:It's me. We need to talk now. I'm heading to your....
Pause.
Dave: Oh... right, right. Can you get over here, then? Forty-five minutes? Ok, I’ll be waiting.
He clicks the phone shut, and looks at the torn envelope in his hands. There’s no postal mark. A fleeting, grim smile crosses his lips.
The chase just got interesting again...
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 21, 2009 15:56:05 GMT -5
Saved for Dan White
P.S. Dan, I'm charging you ten imaginary quid for every half hour past posting your segments are late. Tsk tsk, young fellow-me-lad.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 21, 2009 15:56:45 GMT -5
Title: Adam Smith meet Hood Rat Credit: Chris Phenomenal and Senator.
The scene opens with Chris Phenomenal standing in front of the desk of Chairman Gingerdude, looking severely agitated as it appears as if they are in mid coversation.
Gingerdude: Look Chris, you nearly sparked a walkout amongst our referees in response to your actions. I’m faced with no choice to suspend you in response to them. It’s more an effort of appeasement that anything but they are pivotal to our product.
Chris just shakes his head at Chairman Gingerdude
Chris Phenomenal: I’m sorry Gingerdude, but you wanted me to sign so bad that you gave me a few concessions in my contract, one of which says that for any of my in-ring actions I can not be suspended or fired. Now you could go about not booking me and paying me in full but that’s bad for your bottom line.
Gingerdude: Well then what am I supposed to do, they’ve all agreed to boycott refereeing any of your matches unless action is taken?
The two man share an uneasy silence, both men trying to think of a solution to their quandary.
Chris Phenomenal: I’ve got an idea.
Gingerdude: Do share.
Chris Phenomenal: I’ll do you a solid, if you do me a solid.
Gingerdude: I’m afraid to here this, but carry on.
Chris Phenomenal: You have the power to control Senator’s contract, you also have the power to control his pension contributions. Now I’m not saying that we should resort to blackmail, but seeing as how he’s not going to show up tonight, I figure you could make him show up, at Emperor of the Ring, book him in a match against Me, one on one.
Gingerdude: And in return what are you going to do for me.
Chris Phenomenal: I’ll apologize to the refer…
All of the sudden from behind Chris is blindsided by Kevin Fitsharris and Anthony Kalb who delivers a blow to the back Chris head sending him sprawling onto the desk of Gingerdude, sending the paper work flying everywhere. Fitsharris grabs hold of Chris and pulls him off the desk and fires a stiff right to his head before Kalb delivers a shot to the body before taking a big wind up and knocking Chris into Gingerdude who goes stumbling down. The two Capitalists begin to stomp Chris as security finally comes filing in as Ginger dusts himself off, irate at being knocked onto his derriere. As security escorts the struggling Capitalists out of the room, Chris uses the desk of Gingerdude to help himself to his feet.
Chris Phenomenal: I’ll… apologize… if… I get them… on Thursday.
Gingerdude looks at Chris.[/b]
Gingerdude: Deal.
With that the scene fades away as Chris flips one of the chairs back upright, clutching his rib as he sits down, taking a breath for a moment as Gingerdude resets his desk to its previous order.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 21, 2009 15:57:00 GMT -5
Coward? Or Genius? By Dave Shadow & Jason Freeman As we cut backstage, we find Dave Shadow in his dressing room, dressed casually considering he is not in action tonight. Behind him, the International Championship hangs on the wall, draped over the locker door. Suddenly, there is a knock on the door. Dave beckons the person in, and rolls his eyes when Gingerdude steps through. Gingerdude: Well, one more round down. Nice job last week, champ. Two more victories and you're the emperor of the ring. I knew that you'd be able to do it. But be careful you don't get overconfident and get taken out in the semifinals. Dave: Thanks boss. But don't worry, I've got VorteX's number. As Dave finishes the sentence, the dressing room door is flung open once more. Jason Freeman strides into the dressing room, looking just a little bit pissed. Dave folds his arms and turns to look at him, as the two come to within an inch of each other. Gingerdude looks nervous, as he sees that things could degenerate fast.Gingerdude: Freeman, you shouldn’t be... Freeman: Ah, I thought I heard your voice, Ginger. I was on my way to the ring, knowing that in just a few moments I am about to advance to the next round of the Emperor of the Ring tournament, but being that I heard you both in here, I figured I’d drop in. A week ago, Michael Smart was given a shot at the International Championship. I figured I’d ask why exactly I was passed over for the title match. Whose bright idea was that? Gingerdude: Well, actually.... Dave: It was mine?Freeman looks at him, his brain trying to process what he’s hearing.Dave: I asked for the title match with Smart last week. I wanted to show the world just how great I am, and that means I want to beat everyone on the roster. I already held numerous wins over you, but none over Smart. So Smart got the title shot.Freeman: Is that what it is? Or are you just scared? You know that I deserved the shot more than Smart did. And you know I placed myself quite firmly at the front of the line when I proved to you in the ring that I can beat you the last time we confronted each other.. Dave: Freeman, you attacked me. Seems to be what everyone is doing at the moment. But I need to set a precedent. I need you, and everyone out there, to realize that you can’t get what you want through brute force and violence. If I had given you the title shot, then what? Every time someone wanted a match with me, I’d end up getting assaulted. Cause that’s what everyone would see as the most effective way. So no Freeman. The answer is still the same. No title shot for you. Not now. Not ever.Freeman: So you continue to say. But did you not hear me, Dave? I WILL get a title shot. I have my methods, and you know what? I think it’s time I acted. You’ve proven unconvincible once more. It’s not worth trying again. If you can’t get something through diplomacy, it’s time for brute force. Dave: Yeah, well keep telling yourself that Freeman. And I’ll keep shining my lovely International Championship. You’re a loser. You lost to Train, who I beat. You lost to Alicia, who I beat. You, my dear boy, are the biggest loser that ACW has to offer, and you don’t deserve a shot. You barely deserve a contract. So, if you don’t mind, I would kindly ask you to turn around and get out of my locker room.Freeman: You listen to me right now, Shadow. You enjoy that championship, because I am warning you, on Monday, I am going to strike. Dave: And how do you know I won’t strike first? You seem very confident that you’re always in control. Perhaps it’s time that somebody changes that.Freeman: We’ll see about that. Anyways, I have a match to get to. So enjoy your evening, Dave. I’ll be seeing you again soon. Freeman looks at Gingerdude one last time, before turning and leaving. Dave shakes his head and looks at Gingerdude, who shrugs, as Dave starts warming up once more. Still, that niggling feeling stays in Dave’s head. Freeman is dangerous, and should not be underestimated....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 21, 2009 15:57:39 GMT -5
Match 1: EOTR Quarter Finals Match Jason Freeman vs. Anthony Kalb (Credit: Freeman) The camera fades back in to show Kalb in the ring, awaiting his opponent. "Ugly" by The Exies hits the speakers, and Kalb faces the ramp. Nobody comes out for quite a few seconds, however, and just as Kalb begins to suspect something may be amiss, from behind Freeman runs into the ring and charges towards Kalb hitting him with a clothesline in the back of the head! The lights fade back in, as Freeman attacks Kalb, and the bell rings...the match has officially started, Freeman getting himself quite an unfair advantage.
Freeman begins to pound on the fallen Kalb, having taken him completely by surprise, his intense offensive hitting hard. He continues to punch the fallen Capitalist with no mercy shown at all. Freeman’s face is one of intensity. He is taking no chances tonight. Freeman stands, as Kalb attempts to get to his feet, but Freeman runs forward trying to knock him down with a clothesline. Kalb ducks, however, and as Freeman turns, Kalb begins throwing punches at his face, fighting gallantly, not letting himself be intimidated by Freeman. The last shot Kalb throws, however, is ducked, and Freeman grabs his arms, putting him in a full nelson, before leaning left, and whipping his body to the right, falling backwards and causing Kalb to spin into a faceplant. Freeman turns and instantly goes for the pin for a quick two count.
Freeman’s assault on Kalb continues as the match progresses, and while Kalb fights gallantly, it seems obvious that it’s just a matter of time before Freeman is able to pull off a victory. He whips Kalb to the turnbuckle, and runs at him, jumping into a double knee, handstanding on the top rope, and then spinning down into a double front dropkick! Kalb falls forward, and Freeman continues to attack, but Kalb refuses to give in. He is determined to perservere, and he continues to kick out as Freeman continues to throw various offense at him. The match has been completely one-sided. Freeman waits for Kalb to get up and runs to finish this with the shining axe kick, but Kalb pops up and nails Freeman with a lariat! Freeman goes down, and Kalb suddenly gets fired up. Kalb covers for a two count but Freeman kicks out, and slowly gets to his feet, only to fall victim to some knee strikes from Kalb right to the gut! Kalb then grabs Freeman and hits a DDT covering again! 1…2…Kick out.
Kalb has realized that if he can just put Freeman away he can get a shot at the world title! He won’t back down now! He lifts a stunned Freeman up into fireman’s carry position looking for the Friedman driver, but Freeman slips off the back of Kalb’s shoulders. Kalb turns for a punch, but Freeman ducks it, and the punch connects with the ref sending him to the ground. Freeman ran under Kalb’s arm, and has already bounced off the ropes, and comes back towards Kalb, jumping and hitting a STIFF double front dropkick that sends Kalb flying across the ring. Freeman stands up snarling. Playtime is over. It’s time to end this. Kalb is barely able to stand up, and Freeman intends to finish him. He waits patiently for Kalb to stand up, and finally Kalb begins to stir. Kalb begins to get onto his knee, and Freeman runs forward looking for the shining axe kick…BUT OUT OF NOWHERE, DAVE SHADOW INTERCEPTS FREEMAN, JUMPING AND HITTING THE BLINK!
Shadow had slid under the ropes, just before Freeman started to run forward and it was so sudden (and Freeman was so focused on kalb), that Freeman never even saw it coming! Freeman is lying motionless on the ground, and Dave rolls out of the ring…making his way back up the ramp, staring a hole into the ring where Freeman lies. Dave told Freeman that he very well may strike first, and strike first he has, finally getting some revenge from the time when Freeman left him lying in the ring with a shining axe kick. Kalb has gotten to his knees, and while he has seen what just transpired, he also knows that he was just moments away from being finished, and rather than worry about a clean victory, he just wants to advance towards a title shot, so he crawls forward into the opportunistic cover as the ref begins to recover and count. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3!
Phillip: Here is your winner…Anthony Kalb!
Kalb stands up, and raises his arms in the air, celebrating his victory! He is now a semi-finalist! Freeman lies on the ground, and slowly begins to stir. He crawls towards the bottom rope, and faces the ramp where Dave Shadow has just gone backstage, and the look on his face is one of pure rage. He slowly uses the ropes to get to his feet, and his fists are practically shaking as he clutches the ropes. He begins to breathe heavily, and his eyes seem to be filled with fire. He knows that his chance to win the Emperor of the Ring tournament has just been ruined! He is out! And it's all the fault of Dave Shadow! He can barely comprehend the situation, and all he can do is swiftly turn around and face Kalb. Kalb suddenly realizes sticking around may be a bad idea, and he turns to leave quickly but Freeman rushes him, grabbing him and slamming him backwards to the mat.
Freeman yells in anger as Kalb begins to stand, as Freeman runs forward nailing a stiff shining axe kick to the back of the head. Kalb sinks to the ground unconscious, as Freeman gets to his feet. Still...this has changed nothing. The result still stands, and Freeman knows it. He leaves the ring swiftly, and marches up the ramp, his eyes not blinking. Still staring at the spot where Dave Shadow stood last. Dave Shadow would live to regret this.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 21, 2009 15:59:08 GMT -5
Training [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] Fade into the Warehouse where Vortex can be seen hitting a body bag. As dust flies off the bag, Vortex weaves back and forth, striking the bag with precision. Abel enters the warehouse and watches Vortex’s routine for a few moments before interrupting him.Abel: Dimitrius. Vortex delivers a spinning back kick to the bag, which causes it to creak loudly, then stands up and looks at Abel.Vortex: Yeah?Abel: You really are trying to win this tournament… Vortex: Why would I enter with no intention of winning? I intend to beat Shadow no matter what it takes. If I pull that off, I have a huge chance at taking the whole thing. Abel stares at Vortex for a moment before gazing down at the floor.Vortex: What? Abel: I’m going to politely suggest that you withdraw. Vortex: Why? You really have that little faith in me? Abel: No…it’s just that… Vortex is visibly irritated and throws a punch at the bag causing it to swing back and forth. As the bag swings back towards the men Abel looks up and once again voices his concerns.Abel: It is starting again Dimitrius. After your last match with The Reprobate, something has snapped in you. Vortex: I feel no different. Abel: You were throwing Twinkies at cars! Surprised, yet somehow blank stare from Vortex.Vortex: What the hell…Abel: Exactly my point. You don’t remember a thing, however you nearly went to jail. The only saving grace was that I somehow convinced the officer that you are ‘special’ and thought Halloween was here. Vortex looks down at the floor, visibly shaken by this news. Even though the act itself is harmless, the potential for more serious acts was making itself known.Vortex: We still need the money though Abel. Abel: If you go and hurt someone, we’ll have no money because you’ll be rotting away in a cell somewhere for the remainder of your life. Vortex: That’s not going to happen…I can control i---Abel: Bullshit! You had no idea what you were out there doing before I brought it to your attention. You know me well enough by now to know I’m not making this up, you can’t afford to take more blows to the head right now. The bag shudders once again as Vortex throws a vicious combination at it. Vortex: Damn it! Abel: You know Shadow, if anything he’ll use cheap tricks to win. In the wrestling business that equates to metal objects slamming into your skull. If that happens God knows what you’ll do. I am NOT about to go on another masked escapade with you, I still have scars from the last time. Vortex: You know, at this point I would almost love to withdraw from this thing. The downside is I can’t. Abel: Dimitrius! Vortex: It’s not about honor Abel it’s about my title. If I withdraw from the competition then management may not see me fit to hold this belt any longer. If I lose it now we lose a huge section of income, and that just can’t happen. Abel: I’ll wrestle it for you then. Vortex looks at Abel for a moment pondering this solution before lightly hitting the bag.Vortex: Too risky. If they find out about our switches at this point, one of two things is going to happen. We’ll be forced into a tag team or you’ll be banned from the building to prevent any foul play. You know I can’t have you as a spectator…not now. Abel: Damn. We’re… Vortex: Screwed? The two men lock eyes.Vortex: You’ve got to promise me if I start throwing napalms at cars you’ll sweet talk me out of trouble. Abel laughs.Abel: Forget that, I’ll just take you out like old times and figure out how to evade the police…again. The two men share a laugh at the joke…which if not handled with care, may not be a joke much longer. Abel simply shakes his head and goes off to a corner of the warehouse as Vortex begins his training and the camera fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 21, 2009 16:00:59 GMT -5
Match 2: The Red Panther vs. Rena Matheson (Credit: Panther)
"Roots, bloody roots" plays and The Red Panther makes his way to the ring, Jimmy Winner in tow. Panther rolls in while Winner stays at ringside.
"Touch of My Hand" plays and Rena makes her way onto the ramp, fully clothed with a piece of paper in her left hand and a microphone in her right.
Rena: Sorry to disappoint you, but I won't be fighting tonight. Here is a letter from Gingerdude which confirms my pregnancy. I don't want to risk my child's life for the sake of a match, me and Jake don't want any more complications.
Panther looks pissed a bit as the crowd cheers Rena, particularly the middle aged women with kids.
Panther: Come on Rena, it's Reps child anyway, I thought you hated the guy?
This hits a nerve as Renas face turns red. It takes all her will power not too go and fight Panther and instead turns back to the curtain, leaving.
Phillips: By order of Gingerdude this match is a no-contest.
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OOC: Credit also goes to Rena
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 21, 2009 16:01:40 GMT -5
Controversy, Thy Name is Dave Shadow. By Dave Shadow Edison: Well, at this time, we’re going to be joined by the current International Champion, Dave Shadow.... As we come to the next segment, the camera is split in two on the screen. On the right side, Edison and McNally sit at their announce desk, looking forward. On the left side, Dave Shadow sits backstage with a black screen behind him. He smiles as the crowd begin booing his appearance, readjusting the International title on his shoulder to make sure everyone knows just how “great” he really is.Edison: Dave, thanks for joining us and agreeing to this interview.Dave: Thank you for having me, Edison. Edison: Most obvious topic straight off the bat. Last week, you and Chris Phenomenal fought for the first time ever, with a place in the semi finals of the Emperor of the Ring tournament on the line. And the ending...well, it was controversial to say the least.Dave: Ah, “controversy”. Guys, let me ask you a question. Why is it only a controversy when it benefits someone that the fans don’t like? Why is it that I feel, had the roles been reversed, had I been on the losing end of this “controversy”, those who were so outraged by how I won would have been playing a very different tune. Then, I would have got “what I deserved”. Then, the fans would have been laughing in my face. Guys, I’ve said it before and I have a feeling I’ll say it plenty in the years to come. When you read the records, you won’t see “Dave Shadow beat Chris Phenomenal controversially.” No. You’ll see “Dave Shadow beat Chris Phenomenal”. How you win is rarely important, despite what those with so called morals may claim. Rather, it is simply that when the bell rings, it is your hand that is being raised by the referee, and your name being announced as the winner.McNally: So you won’t be giving Chris another chance?Dave: Another chance? Again, why is it that everyone keeps bugging me into giving them second chances? Why is it that even though I always win, I’m expected to be giving people second and third and forth chances?Edison: I presume you’re also talking about Jason Freeman here?Dave: Of course I am. I’ve seen the shows and I’ve read what he’s been saying. He thinks I’m running scared from him, when the truth is guys, I don’t like getting bogged down in repetition. It’s not interesting, it’s not fun and it’s not productive. Chris Phenomenal and Jason Freeman are made for each other. They both lost, they both claim controversy, but the truth of the matter is they both helped me prove my superiority and both want another excuse to hang with a real superstar. But they can both cry on each other’s shoulders and have a little hug, because I’ve no intentions of listening to their moaning ways any longer.McNally: What about those who say you have to prove....Dave: Prove what? I can beat them? I have beat them, and regardless of how I did it, I did do it. Freeman wants another title shot, maybe he can go after Vortex and the Entertainment Championship. Cause he’s proved he can’t win the World title and he can’t win the International Championship. He’s a trier, but the thing is...I’m a winner!McNally: Well, you mentioned Vortex there. You obviously go against him next week in the semi-finals of the Emperor of the Ring competition.Dave: I do.Edison: And?Dave: And what? You want a big rant on him too? Truth be told, the guy has rarely registered on my radar. He’s the Entertainment Champion. Big whoop to the guy. You want me to through him a celebration party? I was the Entertainment champion too. Now I’m the International champ, and last I checked, that means I am considered to be better than he is. Now, I know how important this match could be for him. He wants to make a name for himself. He wants this to be the day that he faced Dave Shadow and conquered his Everest. For him, this is potentially the biggest match of his career to date. But for me, it will be a Thursday. Just another match on just another day. And just another win for the crusader of ACW. Edison: Confident then? Dave: Of course. Guys, have you ever known me to be anything else? I have justified reasons to be confident. It’s been quite a while since I’ve lost a match, and in the mean time, I’ve beaten people on every end of the ACW spectrum. I’m a phenomenon and I don’t plan on letting Vortex, Freeman or Phenomenal take that away from me. This tournament means too much for me to let some brown-nosing nobodies defeat me. I need to win this. McNally: Dave, before you go, any update on your brother’s condition?Dave: My brother is stable but still asleep. And the less I say on that, the better. So if this interview is done....Edison: Well, Mr. Shadow, thanks for taking time out of your busy schedule. Dave: No problem. Before you go though, I thought I should do a bit of a cheap plug. If you guys want to see the assenscion of a superstar into a legend, if you want to see someone finally realise their true potential, then I urge you, the fans, to watch Meltdown next week. And then, I beg of you to order the pay per view. Order Emperor of the Ring. Because I promise you that you will witness something amazing.Dave smiles into the camera. Not a happy smile, but a sly, evil smile. A smile that says he knows something we don't know, and the only way to find out what is to do as he says. Call it confidence or call it arrogance; Dave oozes an aire which akes it obvious he thinks he has this competition in the bag.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 21, 2009 16:04:35 GMT -5
Saved for Dan White
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 21, 2009 16:06:07 GMT -5
2 and 0...OH HELL NO! Jack Jefferson
Jack Jefferson’s face perfectly describes his mood, his eyebrows pointing downwards and sitting heavily over his eyes with his jaw visibly clenched. If there was driving rain, thunder and lightning outside it would be extremely fitting but there is actually sunlight streaming through the window of Jefferson’s locker room, as if taunting his mood. He closes his eyes and draws a heavy breath through his nose, a precursor to speech, but is unable to gain his composure and begins pacing around the room. Every now and again he will stop as if he’s collected his thoughts but will instead continue to pace. Eventually he just blurts out what he is thinking.
Jefferson: 2 and 0? 2 and fucking 0?!
Too much rage for him to control, Jefferson begins to pace once more, tearing at his hair in frustration. As he does so he winces, clutching the back of his head where last week the ACW resident medical expert, Dr. Lloyd, had to insert no less than fifteen stitches. The pain seems to force Jefferson to focus and he continues where he left off.
Jefferson: Who the fuck do you think you are Red? Where do you get off claiming to be 2-0 up on me?! It’s a complete joke, just because you got handed a lucky break you think you’ve got the better of me? Don’t make me laugh. Your so-called “attack” on me just before I had a match was a joke, you barely even dazed me. To call that 1-0 is an insult to every single scoring system there is or ever was. You know that if I hadn’t had to head straight to the ring I would’ve hunted you down and destroyed you because that’s all you are to me Red...prey.
You may say you’ve got me beat but we both know you don’t believe it. Deep down you know that sooner or later you’ll get what’s coming to you and when you do, you may just not recover from it. That’s why you put on this front, acting like a hard man when really you’re nothing more than a cowering child. So, you know what, feel free to wander around giving yourself whatever fictitious score you want, the only number I’m interested in is the 3 the referee is going to count when I finally get you one-on-one in the ring. Have no fear Red, it will happen eventually and there will be nothing you can do to halt the onslaught I will bring. Being able to leave the ring under your own power will be an achievement!
The intensity is burning in Jefferson’s eyes as he speaks, his hatred of Mr. Red clear for all to see. He once more begins pacing around the room as he strives to gather his thoughts one and for all. Unfortunately he is only able to muster one more sentiment before storming out of the room.
Jefferson: Don’t say I didn’t warn you!
Fade to Black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 21, 2009 16:07:47 GMT -5
Saved for Chris P / Jonny Hughes
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 21, 2009 16:08:25 GMT -5
Match 3: Thunder Train vs. Andy Starr (Credit: VorteX)
Beginning As the bell rings the two man stare each other down, or rather Starr gazes up at Train since he towers almost a foot higher than Starr. Regardless of the height disadvantage, Starr charges forward with a right hook only to be interrupted by Train who charges forward and knocks Starr off his feet mid-punch. The crowd roars at Train’s surprising speed and Train picks Starr up, throws him into the turnbuckle and backs up. Thankfully, for Starr, he is not worn down yet and is able to avoid one of Train’s heart kicks and Train becomes entangled between the top and bottom ropes, grimacing from the miss.
Starr immediately goes after Train and delivers a few clubbing blows before using all of his weight and hitting a ring shaking inverted DDT. Starr goes for the pin; however, he is quickly thrown off after a one count. Both men rise to their feet and start throwing punches, with Train getting the upper hand, kicking Starr in the gut, and then delivering a sizeable vertical suplex to Starr. Train picks Starr up and delivers a high impact double axe handle that quickly sends Starr back the other way and pins. After a one and a half count, Starr kicks out, still having quite a bit of fight left.
Middle Train picks Starr up once more and goes for another axe handle; however, Starr slips around the back and hits an axe handle of his own that sends Train reeling forward. Starr uses this to his advantage, rebounds off the ropes and hits a giant clothesline that sends Train down to the mat. Starr stomps a hole in Train for a few seconds before rebounding off the ropes and hitting a leg drop. Instead of pinning, Starr picks Train up and unwisely goes for some lift move, however is quickly lifted himself and thrown into the ropes. As Starr struggles to regain a vertical base, he is met with a one handed brain crush from Train that sends him to the outside.
The crowd pops, Train follows, and RAF begins his count. By the time Train makes it to the outside, Starr makes his way back to his feet and hits Train a few times before attempting to whip him into the stairs. Starr finds himself on the receiving end of the whip and sails into the stairs breaking them apart, and ending up in a sitting position. Train wants to end the match so he backs up, gains some steam, and tries for a sprinting splash to the downed Starr, who somehow rolls out of the way and Train goes crashing into the stairs himself. The crowd roars to life and RAF continues his count—getting up to about 6—and wondering if the two men will get up after greeting the stairs.
Finish The Starr manages to get up before Train, quickly rolls into the ring to break the count, and then rolls back out. Starr hits Train with a few clubbing blows, rolls him back into the ring and goes for a pin, attempting to capitalize on Train’s mistake. After a near three count Train hefts Starr off him with a grunt and—along with Starr—makes it to his feet. Starr now wants to end the match, so he rebounds off the ropes and looks for his Andrew Starr Lariat; however, Train catches him once again and turns Starr’s move into Mega Wreckage (Massive Cross-Body Backbreaker)! The crowd once gain makes their presence known and Train picks Starr up and signals for the Om Nom Bomb. He hits it, which causes the ring to creak from impact, and then Train goes for the pin. This time he succeeds and gets the three count.
Phillip: Here is your winner…Thunder Train!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 21, 2009 16:09:46 GMT -5
Segment: Care to TWO step? Credit: Chris Phenomenal and Dave Shadow.
The scene opens to Chris leaving the arena after the savage attack by the Capitalists and the apparent abandonment by Jonny Hughes. As Chris reaches the parking lot he is caught off guard by the sight of Dave Shadow sitting on the bumper of his own car, looking down at his feet, waiting patiently for someone to arrive. Upon hearing the footsteps he looks up right into the eyes of Chris Phenomenal.
Dave: Christopher. How can I help you this evening?
Chris looks at Dave and just shakes his head before looking at the International Title on the trunk of Dave’s car, and then at the wrestling gear spilling out of his duffel bag.
Chris Phenomenal: You know what happened last week Dave, you saw it and ran off like a wounded dog. You know that I deserve just as much or more than you to be in the Emperor of the Ring semi-finals. Right now, I know that you know that your win is going to always be over shadowed by the fact that my hand was on the ropes.
Dave: Look Chris, I’ve got it. You're pissed. So unless you have something more interesting to do than moan, I'm busy waiting for someone.
Chris Phenomenal: Come on Dave, what could be so important that you’re not willing to sit here and have a friendly chat. Are you waiting to purchase another wrestling company to run in the ground. Is your phantom attacker going to meet you here face to face? I mean, you’re a scrawny Irish kid. It’s not like you’re getting…
Dave: Chris, do me a favour and shut the hell up. I've been getting enough shit from just about everyone else over the last week. So unless you've got information on the attacker, do me a favour and drop that subject. And as far as running companies into the ground, I've heard enough about that to last me a life time. So once again I say, unless there's something incredibly vital you want, I'd rather you just went away. Now, if you don't mind....
Dave gets off the fender and begins to walk away from Chris.
Chris Phenomenal: You want to know what I want Dave? I want a rematch, but this time, with no rules, no screw job, nothing that can get between us. I want a last man standing match, next week, with the winner advancing in the Emperor of the Ring Tournament.
Dave stops and spins on his heels back towards Chris.
Dave: A rematch? Ok, this I've got to hear. You win, you get MY place in the semi-finals. I win.....I get what?
Chris Phenomenal: Everything you’ve ever accomplished in wrestling has been over shadowed by some form of controversy. Your GWF titles were a by-product of you owning the company. Your International Title coming right before the Omega Effect incident, your Entertainment Champion won against a man who had lost all desire to wrestle in Chris Williams. This is your chance, with no one getting in your way, except now your victory is tainted. If you can beat me Dave in this match, you’ll have earned something for once in your life. Now, we can’t say the same.
Dave: You cheeky bastard. Who do you think you are to say everything I've ever achieved was tainted? I'll let you know that I earned everything that I've ever accomplished. Be that what I did in GWF, CIW or ACW. I deserve everything I get. You may say tainted. I say I don't give a damn. A win is a win in the record books. So no, Chris. I'm going to tell you the same thing I've been telling Freeman. Stuff your rematch right up your arse. You had your chance, and you blew it. And bugger off, before I beat your ass for the second time in a week.
Chris Phenomenal: Have it your way Dave, but this is far from over, I assure you of that.
With that Chris takes his foot and slams it into the tail light of the car of Dave Shadow who looks on stunned before coming after Chris, looking to attack him but Chris just steps out of the way, evading the attack before pulling a pair of brass knuckles out of his hoody pocket and slips them on his hand before showing them off to Dave.
Chris Phenomenal: Don’t fuck with me Dave, or I’m going to get your spot anyways.
Faced by the threat of a now armed Chris Phenomenal, Dave looks on as Chris hops into his Red convertible, before putting the keys into the ignition and driving away.[/color]
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