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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 4, 2009 15:10:01 GMT -5
ACW Proudly Presents: Emperor of the Ring 2009
Sunday 3rd October 2009
Schedule of Matches: ---------------------------------------------
Trent Wheeler vs. "El Latin Lunatic" Pablo Lopez
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MMA Rules The Red Panther vs Jimmy Winner
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Virtual Reality Match Jonny Spade vs. GooeyGarth
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Chris Phenomenal vs. The Senator
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ACW Tag Team Title Match Flower Power vs. The Capitalists
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Emperor of the Ring Final Dave Shadow vs. Jack Jefferson
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ACW World Title Match - No Disqualification Black & White vs. Thunder Train
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 4, 2009 15:10:40 GMT -5
Emperor of the Ring.
To some, it’s known as the cursed tournament; certainly the history of its champions is chequered, in all sorts of ways. But whatever one’s emotional response, in cold hard terms, becoming Emperor is a signal that you’ve arrived, with style.
The competition has been fierce; and now, just two men remain in the running. Their own personal history is far from black and white, either. Speaking of which... at the sharp end of the ACW World Championship, another two men with very different styles are due to clash. Dan White is hoping for a Train Wreck; the Train himself seeks to make a meal of the Welsh Dragon. Only one can achieve their aim...
Backstage, everyone is preparing for tonight. Except one man; Chairman Gingerdude. His preparations, undertaken over the last couple of months, are now complete.
He places his signature against a set of executive orders, just this morning confirmed by the board. What he has to do has not been easy; but making the hard decisions is the reason his federation is still standing in tough times, even as many others have fallen by the wayside.
Soon, he’ll have to make the announcement. But not yet. His roster, his crew, deserve one more night to savour before he breaks the news. It’s the least he can give them.
And for some of them, the most.
Oblivious to this, the crowd cheers as the show starts up, and the first segment begins on the Alphatron.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 4, 2009 15:11:56 GMT -5
Strictly Ballro....eh, Wrestling. By Dave Shadow & Jack Jefferson
As we cut backstage once more, we find Jack Jefferson walking through the hallowed ACW halls, his bag over his shoulder and dressed in his casual attire. Having just arrived in to the arena after getting stuck at traffic lights, he is not a happy camper. He makes his way towards his dressing room and opens the door, walking in...
Stopping suddenly, Jefferson’s eyes open wide; sitting in the middle of the room on an opened out steel chair is a nice bouquet of roses. He walks over to them, placing his bag down in the process, and starts to look for a card. None is present though. He puts his hands on his hips, and tilts his head, trying to figure out who his secret admirer could be.
He doesn’t have to wait long to find out though; the camera pans back a bit to show Dave Shadow standing directly behind Jefferson. Jack turns round slowly, not realising Dave is there and nearly jumps back when he realises his presence. It’s not just Dave’s location that gives him a fright. Dave also has another rose, in his mouth, biting down on the stem.Jefferson: What...the....fu.... Before he can finish his curse, Dave takes the rose out of his mouth and hands it to Jack. Jefferson takes it, more out of confusion that a grateful acceptance of a gift.
Dave: See, here’s what I was thinking. Since you and I have done this dance so often, I thought I should at least do it properly. I’ve seen a lot of tango dancers with roses, so thought it might be a nice way of wishing you luck, as we fight once more.Jack folds his arms and lets out a little laugh. Jefferson: Wait, let me guess...you’re here to let me know how you’re constantly underestimated aren’t you? Maybe inform me how you’re working for the good of everyone but still no-one likes you? Are you by any chance feeling disrespected and think you deserve to be treated better? Drop the act Dave, it’s always the same thing with you and, frankly, I’m more than a little bored of it. Dave: Oh do bugger off Jack. For your information, I actually am here for different reasons. See, I’m not going to give a general monologue tonight. Instead, I thought I’d craft one especially for you. Here’s the thing, Jack. I love facts and figures. No matter what anyone says, no matter what their opinions are, facts and figures are irrefutable. So here’s some just for you, Jack. We have fought NINE times in the time I’ve been here. I’ve fought you more times than anyone else in this promotion, and by a fair margin. You have been a thorn in my side at every juncture.Jefferson: Well isn’t that sweet? I love you too Dave! Dave: Yeah. Well, here’s some break downs for you. Of those nine matches, I’ve won six. You’ve only won two and one was a draw. That means I have a 66% win/lose ratio over your sorry ass.Jefferson: You know me Dave, as you seem to enjoy reminding me, and you know just how much I hate to point out the blatantly obvious...but sometimes it’s just plain necessary! Yet I find it extremely ironic that you of all people should come in here spouting facts and figures when you, of all people, apparently know the value of being underestimated and written off. Correct me if I’m wrong here? While talking, there is a slight shift in how the two stand; Jefferson unfolds his arms and let’s them drop to his side, while Dave folds his, clearly unimpressed by Jack’s comebacks.Jefferson: I thought as much. Furthermore, you may have numbers on your side...you may think that makes you a sure-fire winner tonight but we both know that isn’t true. You’re worried about having to face me because I’m unpredictable, some have described me as unhinged, and that worries you. You like to think of yourself as the man with the plan but you know damn well I’m not going to simply dance to the beat of your drum. Your very presence is a testament to just how worried you are about tonight. You might be a winner 66% of the time but your statistics aren’t going to protect you in the ring and we both know two thirds to the good is a long way from being an iron clad guarantee! Dave: Yeah, ok, I get it Jack. You’re confident tonight. You’ve had a tough journey through the competition. We both have. But as I said, I’m more of a facts and figures guy. And right now? Those facts tell me that you...are....my....BITCH! The crowd ooh and boo, as Jack tilts his head to one side, a smile across his face.Jefferson: You always did make me laugh Dave, the bile spewing from your lips always seems to be tainted with self-doubt and desperation. Let’s run with it though, let’s just say I am your bitch. Seeing as I’m “your bitch” I guess you could call this a... bitch slap! Jack pulls back and hits Dave hard across the jaw with an almightily slap, the noise echoing through the room. Dave recoils and throws his hand up to his face to hold it and ease the pain. He snaps back to look at Jack, death in his eyes. Jefferson just stares back, smiling, nearly begging Dave to hit back, starting their match early.
Dave pulls his hand down, revealing Jack’s massive handprint. He doesn’t fight back though. Instead, he eyes Jack up and down, clearly very pissed off at being shown up like that.
Dave: I’m not going to jeopardise the fight. I want everyone out there to watch as I destroy you. And I’ll show you the price of your insolence. And then, you’ll have no choice but to bow down to the real Emperor of ACW.Jefferson: Yeah, and good luck to you too Dave. We’ll soon see if 66% is enough to save you from the beating of a lifetime! Dave turns on the spot and leaves, quickly. Jack shakes his head and moves over to the chair of roses, swatting the flowers on to the ground. He gives one last dirty look in the direction Dave just left in, before starting to get ready for his match.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Knock Knock. Who's there? Bugger off, I'm Busy. By Dave Shadow & Chris Phenomenal As we cut backstage, we find the cameraman has positioned himself outside the dressing room doors, standing out in the hallway. Coincidentally, just as the camera cuts to this view, Chris Phenomenal walks up to the door. He stands for a few moments, weighing up his thoughts that run through his head, thinking about the best way of saying what needs to be said. Finally, after letting out a big sigh, he raises his hand and goes to knock on the door.
Before he can though, the door opens up. Dave Shadow steps out of the dressing room, dressed in his wrestling gear and sporting the International Championship over his shoulder. He stops suddenly as he realises Phenomenal is standing in his path and was about to knock.
Dave: Chris. Please tell me that we don’t have to have this conversation again.Chris folds his arms and goes to open his mouth. However, before any words can escape him, Dave talks again.
Dave: No, let me guess. Dave, your win over me in the Emperor of the Ring match was tainted. Dave, I deserve a rematch and you know it damn well. And Dave, while we’re at it, how bout you give me an International Championship match as well. Tell me Chris, do I have “Idiot” slapped across my forehead in big writing?Chris goes to talk again, but once again, Dave cuts him off.
Dave: It’s rhetorical, Chris. I don’t expect an answer, cause quite obviously, there’s nothing written there. But it seems to me as if everyone thinks as of late that I have no problem giving rematch after rematch. Hell, look at this Emperor of the Ring finals match. It’s me and Jefferson again. Yet another rematch. You know what I want, Chris? A new opponent. Something different. I want a change. Cause the fans? They’re bored of me kicking the same people’s asses night in, and night out.Once again, Chris goes to talk. But alas, Dave is off on a rant now and it’s unlikely anything can stop him.
Dave: But does anyone care what I want, Chris? Has anyone actually bothered to stop and ask me? No. Of course not. No one ever asks what I want, or asks me how I feel. Everything I get, I have to earn for myself. No easy passes. So do me a favour right now Chris Phenomenal. Unless you’re here to tell me that Jefferson has come to his senses and has forfeited, or better yet that I’ve been added to the World Title match tonight, do me a favour and go away. Fuck off. Dave finally pauses for air, as Chris smiles. He opens his mouth again, but stops. Not because Dave interrupts him this time, but for another reason. He shakes his head and starts laughing.Chris: You know, I came here to tell you something, and now I’ve completely forgotten what that was. Tell you what. If I remember, I’ll come back later. Chris starts to walk by Dave, but before he goes on, he pauses and puts his hand on Dave’s shoulder.Chris: Good luck tonight Dave. He smiles at Dave and then walks on, leaving the cameras vision. Dave looks after him, a confused look on his face; what was up with that? Of all people, Chris is usually the perfect person to engage in a nice verbal debate with. But he could see something in his eyes that he had never seen before. Dave shakes his head and closes the dressing room door, before heading on about his business.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 4, 2009 15:12:54 GMT -5
Match 1: Trent Wheeler vs. "El Latin Lunatic" Pablo Lopez (Credit: Trent) Trent Wheeler Vs. "El Latin Lunatic" Pablo Lopez (Credit: Trent Wheeler) Jones: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Ted Nugent's "Free For All" begins to play and Pablo Lopez comes out from the back with his sombero and poncho, holding "his" East Texas Championship. The fans boo him as he makes his way to the ring. Jones: Introducing first, from White Oak, Texas, weighting in at 185 lbs, "The Latin Lunatic" Pablo Lopez! "Back Burner" by August Burns Red blasts throughout the arena. Three black pyro blasts go off in quick succession. Trent Wheeler walks out from the back and raises his hands, giving the corna. He runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, rolling up into a standing position. He takes off his trench coat and throws it to ringside. Trent then drops to his knees and pounds on the mat and let's out a howl. Jones: And his opponent, from Miami, Florida, weighting in at 220 lbs, "The Black Wolf" Trent Wheeler! The bell rings and the match is underway. Pablo Lopez jumps up and down a few times to get himself pumped up. Trent Wheeler stretches his right shoulder. Pablo turns to the ropes and jumps over to the apron. The fans begin to boo as they know Pablo is about to do something stupid. He springs off the top and attempts a tornado DDT. Wheeler catches him, lifts him onto his shoulders, and delivers a samoan drop. Lopez rolls on the mat, crying out in pain. Wheeler walks over and lifts Lopez to his feet. He lightly slaps him in the face to gain his attention, then delivers two stiff kicks to his chest. Wheeler runs to the ropes behind Lopez and rebounds off them. Lopez has regain his composure though and goes for the pele kick...but Trent stops short and Lopez lands on his head. Trent puts his hands on his hips and shakes his head in disappointment. Lopez is beginning to stand back up so Wheeler rebounds off the ropes again. This time he connects with an elbow to the back of the head, Stars On The Rocks. Lopez's face hits the mat hard and he's out. Wheeler attempts to lift Lopez but as soon as he's up, he falls back down. Wheeler then picks up Lopez with a firmer grip but Lopez gouges his eyes. Trent let's go of Lopez and holds his eyes. Trent turns to face Lopez, but Lopez is ready. He runs up and does a flipping dropkick, landing on his head again. Wheeler is only moved a bit by the dropkick, and as Lopez is trying to get up, Trent hits a running knee strike. Wheeler lifts Lopez to his feet, turns him away, let's out a howl, and delivers the Detox Driver. 1...2...3. Jones: And the winner of this contest, Trent Wheeler! Wheeler gets up to cheering fans. They are always happy to see Pablo Lopez get beaten. Wheeler looks at Lopez and just shakes his head. He looks around at the arena and the fans, as the camera fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 4, 2009 15:13:17 GMT -5
Title: An Annoying Little Prick Credit: Trent Wheeler
The backstage is buzzing with excitement as wrestlers are getting ready for their matches. August Burns Red's "Back Burner" can be heard faintly in the background. Trent Wheeler appears from a curtain and walks towards the locker room, only slightly tired from his match with Pablo Lopez. As he's walking, he is cut off by Kevin "The Internet" Anderson, who has a smug look on his face.
Anderson: Trent Wheeler! I've heard a lot of things about you. Worked for Neo-World Wrestling and held the biggest championship there twice. Am I right?
Wheeler: I see you can read. Yeah, NNW is my original stomping ground, but I'm here now and I'm here to stay.
Anderson: Haha! Here to stay? Many wrestlers have come through here claiming to be great and how they'd go to the top. One win over Pablo Lopez doesn't mean anything. I know everything that goes on around here, and, I probably shouldn't be telling ya this, but the higher ups weren't impressed by that match.
Wheeler: What's not to be impressed about? I won. I beat that little fool silly. He couldn't tell up from down.
Anderson: Listen Trent. Pablo gave you some shots in there, and he usually just hurts himself. Your performance was just sad.
Wheeler: My performance was sad? Sad? Listen here you little prick, why don't you go tell those "higher-ups" that in my next match, I'll show them a beating that they'll never forget. I don't even care if it's against Pablo Lopez again. Get me anybody. And after your done with that, make sure you stay out of my way.
Anderson: I'll see what I can do...Trent.
Anderson begins to walk away, but stops short. With a sly grin on his face, he turns around.
Anderson: By the way, just know, that if you hate me, I ain't so crazy about you either.
Wheeler: Oh really? I don't care. You don't have to like me, you just have to deal with me.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 4, 2009 15:13:38 GMT -5
EXCERPT BSSSHHHHTTT. The sound of static rings heavy for several seconds, just pure white noise. Through this strong, offensive sound the occasional switch flicking can be heard. Someone is twisting a dial... this is obvious. But why? FFZMPT. ~CRACK~ SPSHT... The white noise cuts... and a transmission can be heard. This excerpt is from a conversation between a woman and a man, both mid-twenties from the sound of their voice. What is known is that the female is speaking from a home phone, presumably from the apartment that the male speaks of and that the male himself is on a mobile phone. The intrusive voice at the end sounds distinctly older. The sound of heavy rainfall can be heard in the background on the male end as well as the sound of pictures being taken from a digital camera.Female Voice (Distraught): Where have you gone?! Male Voice (Calm, but angry): I’m going back... Female Voice (Pleading): But you can’t go back! We need you here! What if you get hurt?! What if you die in the ring?! You have a DAUGHTER to raise now, you can’t just push it to the side! Male Voice (Frustrated): I’m sorry... I’m sorry... but I CAN’T deny it anymore. Wrestling is in my blood, it always has been. Always will be. I mean, where else am I supposed to work? Our money is drying up. Female Voice (Desperation): Umm, what about the business?! Male Voice (Weary): You think that business can keep us in clothes like these, in an apartment like this?! Well fed like we are? It’s great, but if we were to rely on just the club we’d be downgrading our quality of life. I want my... no... OUR daughter to have the best in life and the only way I can do that is by doing what I love, wrestling. Female Voice (Desperation): Please, please come back! Don’t get on that flight, I can’t risk losing you again! Male Voice (Ticked):[/B] It was you that abandoned ME the last time... you can’t stop me from doing what I love. I’m not going to disappear; in fact I’ll be easier then ever to track now. Just, trust me okay? Female Voice (Sobbing): I left you because you weren’t ready to handle this responsibility, you weren’t ready! Now, you’re ready and you’re leaving! I can’t take it anymore baby! I just can’t! You’re a part of me. When I sleep, I twist and I turn and if I roll over onto nothing but the bed sheet I just can’t sleep again... you make me whole and I can’t cope with you always being away on tour... I... I just don’t know what to do anymore. Male Voice (Comforting):[/B] Sweetie... you know I have to do this. I want the best for my daughter, sacrificing myself to wrestling for the money and the fans is the way to do it. Female Voice: But what about me? Am I not important to you?! Male Voice (Sighing): Of course you are honey... you’re my world, but it’s for this reason I NEED to wrestle again. It’s the only thing I’m good at, it’s in my blood and the only way it’ll get out of me is if I spill the last drop on the mat. Female Voice (Bitterly): You’re not going to change your mind... are you? Male Voice (Calm): No... I- Another Male Voice w/ British Accent: Come on mate, we’ve got the photo! We need to shift, NOW! Male Voice (Smug): Well this shot is certainly going to change the face of Californian politics... no doubt Senator Ryan will lose the next election. Female Voice (Scared): What're you doing?! Where are you?! Please, talk to me! Another Male Voice w/British Accent: Damn right, hang up on her mate we need to get our arses into gear before someone gets onto our location. He's sketchy as it is. Male Voice (Agreeing): Sure, let’s move. Goodbye, my love. I miss you... Female Voice (screaming): NO! DON’T GO, PLEASE, NO- /transmissioncut
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 4, 2009 15:14:16 GMT -5
Match 2: Mixed Martial Arts Rules The Red Panther vs Jimmy Winner - MMA rules (Credit: The Red Panther)
The ring has not been replaced with a cage, as unlike many people think not all MMA matches are in a cage. The ropes have been tightened to the point you can't bounce off them and the corners are padded so fighters cannot be slammed into them.
Philips: The following match is a mixed martial arts rules match. There will be a maximum of three five minute rounds. The match will be ended by KO, submission or TKO, either from cuts or if one man cannot defend themselves properly. There will be no low blows, illegal holds, headbuts, moves which spike an opponent on their head, strikes using the feet to a grounded opponent, small joint manipulation, holding the ropes or throwing the opponent into or over the ropes or corner.
"We are the champions" plays and Jimmy Winner walks down to the ring, wearing purple trunks, boots and thick gloves which stop grapples. He rolls into the ring and plays to the crowd a bit. Behind him is an ACW assigned corner team consisting of a towel man, water boy, cut man and coach. They go too his corner, all wearing black pants and jackets with a purple trim and the ACW logo on the back.
"Roots, bloody roots" plays and The Red Panther struts out, wearing a red gown. He tosses the gown down on the stage as he raises a fist. Unlike normal he is wearing MMA shorts, black with a red trim. His skin tone makes him look half cast (slightly toasted if you will). His corner team wear red and black, each with "Team Panther" on their gear. On the shirts is the "Team Panther" logo, a Red Panther for this Panther and a black Panther for his dad, crossing across each other. There are about six members of his team plus three men there as his entourage, plus a doctor. Panther and his large crew walk to the ring and Panther rolls in, pulling a shoryuken. His team assemble near his corner outside, glad to be behind Panther (who still employees them, mostly to help young prospects on Team Panther, who may someday make it too ACW). A ref from Japan rolls in, as no ACW refs are MMA experts.
Edison: Panther promised a secret weapon pre-match, will we see one?
Maxwell: And what could it be?
DING DING DING!
A timer appears on the screen, counting down from five. The two raise their gloves, Panther looking comfortable then Winner with these thick gloves which stop grapples. The two trade low kicks a few times before Panther explodes at Winner, who blocks the punches but is backed into the ropes. Winner counters with a knee and then an uppercut too Panthers gut. Winner goes for a jab but Panther grabs his arm and judo throws him to the ground. Panther jumps on to a mount but Winner holds his head down. After a few seconds Winner rolls it over, getting on top between Panthers legs. He punches Panther on the chin twice before being kicked off, about a minute into the fight.
Edison: Fast pace here, Panther seems to be trying to take it to the mat on top.
Maxwell: With more experience that is understandable.
From the ground Panther upkicks Winner in the gut, rolls backwards too his feet and runs in, punching past Winners guard and backing him into the corner. Panther manages too floor Winner under pressure from the punches but in no time Winner is up. The ref checks Winner, who is obviously fine. Winner moves back to the middle of the ring, gloves up now. Panther goes for a hook but Winner ducks it and returns with a flurry of punches and then a shove, creating room as the second minute ticks off. Panther goes for a roundhouse kick and nails Winner across the jaw hard, prompting Winner too tackle Panther to the mat. Winner fires repeated left and right hooks too Panthers ribs, who uses a grounded rope-a-dope defense for a while followed by pushing Winner down so his strikes are weakened.
Maxwell: It looks as though Winner has turned the tables.
2:30 left in the round.
Winner is pulled down and rolled over, allowing Winner too get back on offense. Winner rolls over onto his front while trying to escape, letting Panther put in a reverse guillotine choke! Winner pulls down to escape with Panther is strong enough to hold on, even if he is not choking Winner. At last Winner flips Panther off and gets too his feet. The two stare each other down and then run in, trading punches. Winner manages to knock Panther down to just a knee and thrust kicks him back too too the mat. Panther kicks up at Winner, hitting his shin. Panther rolls up and gets in a fighting stance.
1:30 left in the round.
Edison: Winner is fighting back, it seems athletic ability is trumping experience.
With his back to the ropes Panther kicks away at Winner, backing him to the other side of the ring and then following with a leg trip. Winner falls down, bouncing off the ropes to the mat. Panther grabs Winner by the leg and locks in a horrific knee bar, Winner still on the ropes, but with it being MMA there are no rope breaks! Tired out, Panther can't really use full force on the hold as the clock hits 1:00 remaining. Winner manages to pull his leg out and as Panther tries to stand boots him down before standing himself, backing away. Panther gets up with encouragement from Team Panther and taunts Winner too the dislike of the fans. Panther goes for a leg grab on Winner but is pushed away, the crowd making "oooooohhhhhhh" noises as the takedown is denied. Enraged, Panther runs in and clinches Winner, trading blows to the ribs. With the ref concentrating on the mens heads, Panther knees Winner in the groin and then quickly punches him in the ribs. Winner drops down, the ref thinking it was from the punch.
Edison: Open your eyes ref!
00:30 left in the round.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 4, 2009 15:14:34 GMT -5
The ref checks on Winner, who is on his knees. After making sure Winner is OK, the ref stands both men up and moves them apart as Winner and his corner protest a groin shot. The ref takes no nonsense, warning Winners corner too be quiet or risk ejection. As the ref allows the men to continue Panther is already running, punching Winner in the nose. Winner trades punches back but blood is already coming out, the damage done. The bell rings and the round ends.
ROUND ONE OVER!
With just a minute break, both men sit down on their stools. Panthers corner, being professional, know what to do straight away, working in harmony, cleaning his gloves and under his mask. On the other hand Winners corner has never worked together before, simply giving him water and a change of gloves.
Maxwell: Well, it looks like Winner is bleeding a bit, it is not rare for MMA matches too end in TKO due to cuts.
Winners cut man puts a damp cloth over his cut, slowing the bleeding but not stopping it. His pep talk is just simply "don't get taken down", as his corner has no MMA experience and is simply some ACW workers. Panthers corner is going into deep techniques such as which kick and takedown too use, helping greatly. The two men stand and the ref briefs them on the rules before calling for the bell.
ROUND TWO: START!
The two come out fighting, laying blows into each other. Both back up and cover up with blocks after the ref warns of a double TKO. Panther comes back with a big boot to the knee, giving Winner a dead leg and so a limp. Panther punches Winner square in the jaw and then arm drags him, holding on for an armbar. Panther wrenches away but Winner pulls his arm out and uppercuts Panther from his back. Panther drops, holding his jaw too the crowds delight. Winner jumps up and "Hulks Up", throwing off his armbands. As Panther gets up he receives a boot to the gut. Winner backs up and when Panther recovers runs at him, nailing him with an axe bomber! Panther is down, and the ref checks him, Panthers corner calling that he is OK. The ref decided Panther isn't responding and is about to call for the bell, when Panther sits up, holding his jaw.
Edison: Oooooohhhhhh, very close.
Panther gets too his knees and yells "Don't count me out yet assholes" as he stands. He and Winner circle, the ref resuming the match with a minute gone. Panther runs in, his rage at maximum levels. Panther lays a kick too Winners hip and then hits a short range punch, about a foot or two out. Winner stumbles back from Panther, both men bleeding, Panthers cut is fresher and running from his eyebrow were he got the axe bomber. The two lock up, Panther getting a better grip and Mu Thai kneeing Winner in the face. Winner gets lose and trades punches with Winner, blood every were. The ref sees this blood and decided neither man is in good shape. The ref calls for the bell as both men drop to their knees, still punching.
This match is a draw by way of double TKO from cuts!
Both men fall back and there corners drag them too there stools, helping them. The fans boo, wanting the match too continue. However, the match is not over. One of Panthers men, weighing about 217 pounds and standing at about 6'4 rips off his shirt, leaving him in black tracksuit bottoms. The man has a round head and is black. He has a facial tattoo (like Mike Tyson now) and looks pissed. He runs into the middle of Jimmy Winners crew and slams his cut man in the jaw. Winner turns on his stool and almost has his head taken off by a HUGE right hook. Panther stands, a microphone in hand. He walks to the big man and raises his arm up.
Post match segment: Meeting new people can be deadly (Written by The Red Panther)
Panther and the big man are now alone in the ring as we come back from a quick break, both corner teams gone and Winner carted off after the huge punch and the MMA match. Both have a microphone.
Panther: ACW viewers. As you may know, I could not face Jimmy Winner is a singles match because of the fact we are bound by a contract. Now, I could not just let Winner get away with his disrespect and disruption. So I decided to bring in some help. This is a fighter from the place where I learned both my boxing AND wrestling skills. Ladies and gentlemen, this is Secret Weapon X; Tartarus Kreed!
The crowd boo as the big man stands still, smiling. Panther can be seen grinning, even through his mask.
Tartarus: I am Tartarus Kreed, here under the wings of The Red Panther. Jimmy Winner disrespected my friend and shall now pay, in blood, sweat, and tears. I am the Secret Weapon X, and you shall soon here my force.
Tartarus has a deep, African voice. He booms out with little effort, showing no emotion. Standing alone, Tartarus can be seen to be wearing a necklace, a gold chain with a circle on the end that has an X inside it. On his arm Tartarus has the Team Panther logo, tattooed on.
Tartarus: Jimmy Winner, I want to fight you. Any time, any place, you know where to find me.
As "Roots, Bloody Roots" plays the fans boo Panther and Tartarus. despite losing, Panther has come off better, his secret weapon coming out of nowhere, despite having been at ringside all match.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 4, 2009 15:15:17 GMT -5
“DEAL ME IN” Credit: High Roller [As the fans ready themselves for yet another story to come to its climax, little do they know one shall soon take its roots. Without warning, playing cards begin to fall down from the rafters while some good ol’ fashioned southern blues harmonica blasts on the sound speakers. Smoke and pyro effects follow next, leading to the grand spectacle that will be long remembered in ACW lore, the debut of the High Roller. The swaggering Cajun makes his way down the Emperor of the Ring set with his Lady Luck hanging tightly onto his arm. At first glance one would easily mistake her as the coming attraction, but the moment the Roller commandeers the ring microphone from Philip Jones, there are no questions on who is running this show.] High Roller: Allow me do introduce mah-self. Da name is Roller, HIGH Roller, and I come here for da same reasun everyone else has: to git paid for kickin ass. What more could a coo-yun like me axe for in ah job?! Beside playin a mean game of cards, gettin mah hands dirty is what I do best! Now, I dun want to ruffle any feathers wit da boys in the back but let me make sumthin clear, I may be da Roller but I dun roll for ANYONE! I come for your money, your ‘itles and your fame. You can keep your women, I be doin just fine in dat department! [The Roller takes his Lady Luck by the hand and twirls her around his body, showcasing her beauty for all to see. The masses agree with his sediments as several drops of drool falls out of the mouths of ACW fandom.] High Roller: Now while I got me redde for this little excur’son, I dook a little time and studied the poker faces of my soon be opponents. Lets just say dat nun of you boys be doin a gud job hiding anythang. I mean, just look at your champiun, Tan White.“Fast” Eddie Edison: Did he just call Dan, “Tan?” Maxwell McNally: What a racist! High Roller: If ah man like Tan White can be a figure head of dis here companee, den a man of mah talents surely stand out amongst da crowd! But lets give credit where credit is due, da man has a million dollar body. A damn shame it be driven by ah ten cent brain. I be surprised he has’ent tried to melt the belt down into some gold ‘eeth to stick in his mouth. Den there is dat Dave Shadow. That boy be holdin’ some gold, fools gold, dat is. If repek was measured in bottles of peroxide, then he’d be above Tan White by now. Boy be lookin like a chicken with its head cut off right now chasin’ dem shadows. A real man always watches his back. Den der is dat bum in da overcoat, Vortex. Boy tells everyone to “stay a while and listin’.” Mais, let me tell you sumthin’. I tried listin’ but could only make it ‘true ‘bout tree minutes of your ramblin’ before fallin ‘sleep. Next time you’se wanna tell ah story, look in da mirror and recall your champiunship reign for it surely be a fairytale soon ‘nuff. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Wow. Just wow. Maxwell McNally: He really knows how to make friends! High Roller: Oh yes, I sees a hole lotta gold ‘ear in ACW, but no champeeouns. Mais, I be changin all dat soon ‘nuff. In da meantime, I sit back and watch like all of you’se knowin’ full well that tonight is the end of the same ol’ song and dance. A new tune be startin’ up. Be startin’ up indeed.[His words hold true whether you agree with him or not for over the loud speakers Hakan Ehn warms up the harmonica one more time. A plethora of murmurs emanates from the crowd as the High Roller struts his way back to the locker rooms. Is he the real deal or yet another flash in the pan? Only time will tell, though there is something unique about him. Something distinct. Something different. If he follows suit with those who have been described as such, something special is sure to come.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 4, 2009 15:16:19 GMT -5
Delving into Desolation [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] The scene fades in to Winter’s private island, to a shot of his house basking in the dusk sunlight. A few seconds pass and the camera begins to zoom closer to the house until we are inside, where Winters can be seen working on a laptop. Connected to the laptop is a small machine that looks similar to a camera card reader, although instead of a card it holds a tiny magnetic board with wires coming of it.
The board is then connected to another larger machine that looks similar to a microwave oven, which holds the pieces of wall found earlier. Winters is looking intensely at his monitor until he feels Felicity walk up behind him. Felicity stands there for a moment before draping her arms over his chair and looking over his shoulder at the screen. Felicity may be his creation, but she was not without her wiles.Felicity: Find anything yet? Winters: Nothing. Everything is connected, although all I’m getting is a load of… Felicity: …shit? The way the curse rolled off her tongue was almost indescribably serene. Felicity’s speech was as beautiful as snow falling on a quiet winter day or the leaves rustling in the middle of fall, almost as if she could speak another language that spoke directly to ones soul. Winter’s decided that he would hate to be her target.Winters: Well you could put it that way. Look. Winters points to the screen, and this is what the pair see:Money is the way to the last day, that day, I bought a new bike for the money, it is sufficient to distinguish the house savings.Felicity: What the hell is that? It makes no sense. Winters: Supposedly, it is part of the data we recovered from that farm site. The translation algorithm is seemingly misbehaving though. Felicity: There is no ‘seemingly’ about it, your translator sucks. Winters adjusts his glasses, and does not look up from the screen. As much as he wants to be angry about that comment, he cannot. Felicity was almost too….persuasive. Winters shakes off this thought and continues his work.Winters: Let’s try another part of the data. Winters types a few keystrokes into the console and a new set of words come up on the screen: No, when the wind blows, one of several stray cats can find one to eat one by one can hear ... maybe just one or two people each, the need to get out to capture waste We have a lot of people.Winters: This is turning out harder than I thought. I believe that whatever commotion took place in the room where we found this probably damaged the data. Let me see if I can adjust the calibration a bit to try and salvage something…legible. Winters slides out of his chair, a little thankful to be free from the close proximity of his ‘genetic siren’. Winters quickly walks over to the machine with the wall chunks inside of it and places his head around back to get a better view of the various connections.
Along with those connections were a few calibration knobs, which were situated on the back of the machine instead of the front in order to give the front of the machine as much space as possible for fitting various chunks of wall. Winters looks around for a few seconds and reaches for one of the knobs… ~THWACK!~ Suddenly the machine shakes violently, and Winters jumps backwards, as agile as a cat, however as scared as a child in a thunderstorm. It takes a few milliseconds for Winters to regain his composure, however once he does he immediately sees the cause of the noise. Felicity had just taken the liberty of kicking the side of his machine as if it were a soccer ball.Winters: Are you aware of how much that thing cost? Not to mention how long it took me to engineer it! Not only could you have just cost me a ton of money, you could have damaged very valuable da— Felicity smiles and points to his computer monitor. Winters: My….God. Completely forgetting his anger Winters runs over to the computer and sits down. What is on the screen is not only legible; it is an entire section of the journal. Winters: Well that was…unscientific. Felicity: It worked, so no one really gives a damn, now do they? Winters could not find the time to think up a logical argument against that statement. Instead he began scanning the screen:------ Chapter 1 – The Beginning
The day of the abductions will forever be known to me as the day things turned completely upside down, the day life as a normal boy ended. The memories of this day remain vague, as something as traumatic as what is about to be told doesn’t stay in the mind of an eight year old very long…well at least most of it anyway.
The day was a quiet one, remembered to be a hot one too. Not the nice type of hot that makes you want to lay out in it and bask for a while, rather the sticky type of hot that makes a person real irritable. I was anything but irritable on this day, as it was a day of many chores and much allowance money; I had finally saved up enough money to buy a new bike. Not just any bike, a shiny new dirt bike…one I could rip up the terrain with, if only I had the chance. It was getting dark, and my dad really didn’t want to go off of our property after dark, besides the trek to actually find a bike store was a vast one, literally hours down dirt roads just to find some semblance of a real civilization.
Desolation is not a nice place after dark, especially on a night as dark as this one was. Dark being a light term to use here, brooding is more of a proper word on recollection. The same stiff air still hung around; minus the light that keeps everything together. No wind blew, and the only sounds that could be heard were a few stray cats attempting to find a meal…or maybe it was the cats being hunted, one never can tell around Desolation. I had went to lay up in bed, mom was downstairs cooking what smelled like an apple pie, and my dad went over to feed the neighbor’s dog Brutus, they had been gone for weeks. The neighbors didn’t tell us they were going anywhere of course, whenever they left we just fed Brutus and hoped they never came back. Grandma had also went on vacation, she was due back from her monthly Bible seminar soon…sure to bring some not so wonderful lectures home with her about sweets, hellfire, and damnation.
------ Winters: Not much in the way of answering our questions, however this proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that my machine works! Felicity rolls her eyes.Winters: Well…with a little ‘adjusting’ of course. I believe if we can read the other chunks of wall we recovered; we could very well have a whole chapter of this journal. Felicity: So the kid was eight, and wanted a bike. This is all very touching, however I still fail to see how it relates back to that abomination you call Feldspar. The way Felicity said ‘abomination’ was akin to poison running thorough one’s veins. When the two met…it was not going to be pretty.Winters: Since he is based around Jericho, this journal is bound to hold some key to his psyche. Felicity: You created him though, shouldn’t you know all about his ‘psyche’? Winters: I was only there for his initial creation and then later his readjustment. I was kicked out of New Genesis before his core personality was implanted. Thus, this information is vital. Let us break for the evening, for this is delicate work and I am quite tired. Winters gets out of his chair once more, and walks towards the balcony door. Felicity quietly follows and wonders where this cat and mouse chase will end.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 4, 2009 15:17:36 GMT -5
Match 3: Virtual Reality Match Jonny Spade vs. GooeyGarth (Credit: Jonny Spade)
The fans thus far have been enjoying the show and know that they will be in for a unique treat as ACW’s trusted ring announcer steps into the center of the ring.
Phillip Jones: Ladies and Gentlemen this match is the special Virtual Reality Match!
The fans cheer for the match. The alphatron flickers to life and shows a green room as it pans around it.
Phillip: In this match the two competitors will be getting into two different rooms that are separated from each other. Inside these two rooms there are 360-degree screens that each man will stand in the middle of that will be simulating a setting for them to compete in. Also each person will be wearing a full body suit that will simulate the damage and give the wrestlers immediate response time and let them feel the pain that is being inflicted on themselves. The match will end when the virtual being in the game will not be able to answer to the count of 10.
The match itself is set for a best 2/3 falls.
The crowd pops but then boos as the camera shot turns to backstage showing Jonny Spade and Damien walking backstage down a hallway.
Phillip: Introducing first, from Toronto Canada, Jonny Spade!
Jonny walks into the room and Damien begins to follow him into the room but gets stopped by crew.
Stage hand: I’m sorry Mr. King but you cant go in there.
Damien: Why not?
Stage hand: Because you wouldn’t be able to see anything in there.
Damien: Why not?
Stage hand: Well you would be able to see things but it would look out of perspective and sync because you wouldn’t have a visor.
Damien: Then get me a visor.
Stage hand: I’m sorry but this can’t have any more visors hooked up to the system it can only have 2 max.
Jonny: It’s ok D-man. I think I can manage on my own. It is only a video game after all.
Stage hand: If you come with us Damien, we can get you a mic that would let you talk to Mr. Spade while he’s in there.
Jonny: Go ahead. Our plan can still be put in effect.
Damien: Fine, lets go boiz.
Damien snaps his fingers at the techies and then points in the direction that he was coming from.
Stage hand: Uh…it’s the other way…
Damien: I knew that.
The camera shot changes with Jonny getting suited up by the as it focuses now on Gooey walking down the hallway.
Phillip: And his opponent….from Moosejaw Saskatchewan…GooeyGarth!
Gooey stops in front of his room and the techies here begin suiting him up. He looks down at the people wrapping up his legs in the gear and then look up and sees Jonny just a few feet from him. The two of them stare at each other just itching and wanting to go at each other but they hold themselves back and both enter their respective rooms. In the room they put on their visors and get hooked in with a mic that lets the two of them trash talk each other
Ginger: Hello, can you hear me guys?
Jonny: Yes.
Gooey: Yup.
Jonny: Oh I can hear Gooey too?
Ginger: Yes, and he can hear you too.
Jonny: Excellent. This will be fun.
Ginger: Now gentlemen we need to settle on an environment.
Gooey: Choices?
Ginger: Well…there’s a factory, a school, a wrestling ring, a junk yard, inside of a house, inside this very arena, a super market, a school…
Gooey: Hmm…
Jonny: Hey why does he get to pick?
Gooey: Because this is your match stip, so I should be allowed to pick.
Ginger: Guys please…I’m a busy man lets hurry this up…Actually I have a better idea. Jim load up the coin. In front of you two is a quarter.
Jonny: Cool…it’s like..
Gooey: 3-D.
Jonny: Exactly.
Gingerdude: Jonny call it.
The virtual coin flips in the air in front of them.
Jonny: Heads!
It lands….
Gingerdude: Tails.
Jonny: Damnit.
Gooey: Any place at all?.
Gingerdude: Yes
Gooey: Mushroom Kingdom Super Smash Bros. Melee
Jonny: Aw fuck.
Ginger: Done and done. Have fun boys. Oh and you get 5 minutes for this round.
A click is heard from the mic of Gingerdude’s and he isn’t around anymore. Right away the scene loads up; both Gooey and Jonny are taken into a different world that is right at their fingertips.
NOTE/OOC: This match will be told as if you are watching the actual game being played so you wouldn’t be able to see Jonny/Gooey doing the actual movements (unless specified); although, you will be able to hear what they do say to each other during everything.
**Bell Rings**
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 4, 2009 15:23:56 GMT -5
As Jonny and Gooey get sucked into the world they hear an announcer in their headset: [/img][/center] Announcer: Standard super smash bros rules apply. All weapons are in game. Remember all you got is 5 minutes here alright? The two land on the bottom platform they both look over their body and cant believe that they are actually immersed into the game. Announcer: Ready? Fight! Starting positions: Jonny: Left side Gooey: Right side The two charge at each other and begin to throw punches and kicks as each of their percentages begin increasing at a rapid rate. Although it is Jonny that is first that backs away from Gooey as he sees that it’s not getting him anywhere right now. He turns around and begins to run and leaps over the gap and is just able to grab hold of the ledge as he hangs from it. Gooey jumps across the gap and begins to grab hold of the legs of Jonny. Jonny kicks and squirms freeing one leg and with that he’s able to free the other, and in doing so in the process he knocks Gooey off the ledge and down the crevasse giving Jonny the first K.O. As Gooey appears on the top right of the stage on the platform he drops down just as Jonny is able to pull himself up. At that point weapons fall down from the sky. In front of Jonny lands a pill and in front of Gooey lands a laser gun. Jonny picks up the pill and then runs at Gooey jumping up onto the top set of blocks while Gooey picks up the laser gun and jumps up and begins shooting at Jonny. Jonny is able to dodge the first few shots but then gets blasted sending him flying backwards quite a distance (also in real life too with the recoil he suit is hitting him with). Jonny flies backwards and drops his pill that he had picked up which had the blue sword in it (kinda looks like a light saber if you ask me), Jonny lands off of the ledge but is just close enough that he is able to grab hold of it and hang from there. Gooey drops the laser and runs to the sword and picks it up. He then goes to Jonny, who is still hanging there and whacks him good and hard with it. With Jonny’s percentage points being as high as they are from the laser shots Jonny flies off screen giving Gooey the second point in this fight tying it up at 1 K.O a piece. Just Jonny reappears an announcement is heard. Announcer: There is one more minute left in this round. As the announcer finishes speaking Jonny jumps down from his platform and lands on the back of Gooey. Gooey tries as hard as he can to shake him off but he isn’t having the best of luck of doing so. As the two move around on the platform Jonny causes Gooey to drop down onto a lower platform and then begins to jump up and hits underneath the platform with Jonny multiple times causing him to eventually break the hold. Jonny gets up, but only to see Gooey standing there with a mine in his hand and the laser in the other. Jonny looks up worried as Gooey throws the mine at him, which sticks to him perfectly. As much as Jonny tries to it won’t come off of him. Right after, Gooey unleashes more zaps of the laser making Jonny fall backwards off the ledge and into the crack. Jonny is able to grab hold of the ledge but as he does so the mine goes off on him making him break the hold he had on the ledge causing him to fall and grab another K.O. As Jonny respawns on screen a bell is heard concluding this first round. Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen this first round is over…Going to GooeyGarth! The crowd pops huge as Jonny bangs on the ground in anger and Gooey does a victory dance but then stops to catch his breathe getting ready for the next round.Announcer: Loser picks, Jonny it’s your pick now. Jonny: So Gooey…that’s how you want to play then huh? Ok two can play at this game. Let’s go with Mario Kart, Double Dash – Luigi’s track. Gooey: What?! …oh you’re a sly one Mr. Spade. Announcer: Ok Jonny pick your partner. Jonny: I’ll go with… Koopa Troopa. Announcer: Gooey? Gooey: I will go with...Luigi. Announcer: Done and done. May the best man win! As the two of them get settled into their respective cars they find out that their go-karts are more elaborate than what Nintendo had led them to believe just by playing the console game. In their go-kart they have radios and also a manual-driving go-kart. The two of them start things off for their respective teams and while in the driving seat Jonny turns on the radio and finds “Born to be Wild by Steppenwolf” playing which helps him get into the right mind frame. Meanwhile Gooey does the same thing and finds “Highway to Hell by AC/DC” playing on a radio station which he keeps on to help him get into his grove. Now all they have to do is wait for the green light. RED
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GREEN! Tire screeches are heard as the two karts begin their journey around the track. It doesn’t take long before each team gets their first set of blocks Jonny gets a red shell and slows down a little bit. Koopa: What are you doing? Jonny: I got a plan…hey you can talk? Koopa: Yah totally, I got a degree in English. Nintendo just discourages it. Jonny: Huh. The things you learn. As Jonny slows down Gooey takes advantage and speeds ahead of him. Jonny and Koopa switch positions and then unleashes the red shell, which lands square on Gooey and his partner. As Gooey and Luigi spin out Jonny and Koopa speed past them. Unfortunately for Jonny and co, Gooey had picked up a blue shell, which everybody knows is a dangerous shell as it takes out the leader. So in retaliation, Gooey gives Luigi the O.K to unleash it and at the same time Gooey kicks the go-kart into the second gear and gets closer to Jonny just enough to witness the big bomb of the blue shell. With Jonny and Koopa flying through the air Gooey is able to zoom on by underneath them just passing with inches to spare. As Jonny and Koopa regain their composure they see that Gooey and Luigi have switched spots and with Gooey standing behind and he’s flipping the bird off at Jonny, which just gets him furious. Jonny: Let me drive use your golden mushroom. The two of them switch positions and Jonny floors it causing the tires to screech again. With Koopa using the shells Jonny gets pushed back into his seat but he’s able to keep his composure and hooks the car around the first turn and drifts it perfectly. Just as he pulls out of the slide and straightens out the car he gets pretty much next to Gooey and coincidentally the mushroom runs out. Jonny: Take over again! The two switch spots again so Jonny and Gooey are now side by side the two begin trading punches with each other, and likewise the drivers do the same. The two go-karts swerve all around the track trying to get the advantage in the race. Unfortunately though for Gooey Koopa drops down in speed just enough that Luigi gets the lead and Koopa fishtails the go-kart and speeds past them. Luigi: Oh Mamma Mia, I’mma so sorry. Gooey: You can cut that fake Italian accent with me Luigi. Luigi: Oh thank God, I hate having to do it. Apparently it’s in my contract that I have to. You mind if I smoke? Gooey: Go nuts. So as Luigi kicks the car into gear he pulls out a cigarette and lights one up, and Gooey decides that this would be a good time to use his item that he had collected before which is the lightning bolt. Gooey: This’ll make Jonny pissed he hates it. So Gooey uses the thunderbolt. Jonny: What happened? Koopa: I believe the thunderbolt was used on us. Jonny: DAMNIT! I HATE THAT THUNDERBOLT! And at the same time Gooey and Luigi pass the two of them. Jonny: They passed us! And due to them being small they missed the blocks too. Jonny: FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!! Okay Koopa you obviously can’t drive so we’re switching Koopa: Bu--- Jonny: But nothing! Lets go. The two switch and at that time their size increase back to normal. Jonny continues driving not missing a beat and catches up to about 5 or so feet from the back of their go-kart. Gooey and Luigi were successful in picking up banana peels, actually for both of them, so with Gooey on the back he begins to chuck them at Jonny. Luckily though Jonny is able to dodge every singe one that was thrown at him, and also when Luigi throws at him his bananas they are able to be dodged by Jonny as well with his fancy driving skills concluding lap 1. Lap 2 and Lap 3 pretty much go the same way. A little fighting here, some shell tossing there. The exciting part though was at the end of the race as they were coming up to the final turn they approach a row of blocks and once again the two are side-by-side trying to push each other into a wall. With Jonny and Gooey both driving their respective cars, Jonny is able to push Gooey just far enough out of the way that he isn’t able to get a hold of any boxes. Luckily for Jonny the Koopa is able to pick up three red shells to which Jonny yells… Jonny: USE THEM! USE THEM GOD DAMNIT! So Koopa does and with Gooey drifting up towards them again its to late for him and he hits one causing him to spin out giving Jonny the lead as he speeds on and drifts around the turn and across the finish line to win this next event.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 4, 2009 15:24:20 GMT -5
Announcer: Congrats Mr. Spade on winning this round. Gooey you get to pick next as you are the loser. Gooey: Good race Jon, you were always the better one on the circuit. And I only know one way to settle this once and for all. Jonny: Oh? And how’s that? Gooey: MORTAL KOMBAT!!!!!!!!! Gooey raises his arms in the air as he yells it at the same time.Announcer: So be it. May the best man win. The announcer turns his mic off and at that time transports the two into an underground world full of rocks and caves that lead into other caves. A count down shows up in front of them. As they see the word “FIGHT” appears in front of each man the two charge towards each other with nothing being held back. FIGHT!! The two charge towards each other as they meet Jonny spins and throws up a leg for a roundhouse kick which Gooey ducks and counters with a leg sweeping take-down that Jonny is able to counter also by jumping over and moving backwards. When Gooey gets up Jonny charges towards Gooey and this time doesn’t miss because Jonny grabs hold of Gooey and shoves him into a stone wall and unleashes punches into his gut a flurry of punches that Gooey quickly notices that is decreasing his health bar at a rapid steady but quickly rate. Gooey pushes Jonny off of him and tries to make a great escape but Jonny pulls him back by his virtual belt and yanks him back into that wall as hard as he can causing some stone to break off and crumble onto him. As Gooey stands their groggy from the stones falling on top of him, Jonny stands back and takes a step to the side and unleashes a large right kick that lands on the left side of Gooey’s face sending him crashing down to the ground ~~~~VICTORY~~~~ Everything stops. Jonny looks around as he sees Gooey not moving. Jonny: What happened? Announcer: Give us a second here. Things are just being restarted for the second round. A quick flash is seen and both bodies are back to the beginning just like before. MEANWHILE….. **Not being seen on cameras**Back in the announcer’s booth where the tech crew is at and monitoring the epic bout. Damien sits and watches peacefully seeing that there is really nothing that he can do for his partner except for one thing. At this point he excuses himself and leaves the room and then makes his way down a set of hallways and comes to the rooms where the game is being played and a tv is seen outside the rooms showing what’s going on. It didn’t take long for the second round to finish as can be seen that Gooey has won the second round in a quick and similar mannor to Jonny. With the third round fully underway its seen that Jonny and Gooey have lost equally the same amount of health and only a few more hits would do it for either. Damien takes a breath and kicks open the door to where Gooey is and rushes him tackling him to the ground. All Jonny sees (as well as those watching in the audience) is Gooey flopping to the ground and squirming. Jonny takes advantage of this by beginning to pound away on the helpless body of Gooey who after a few hits just lays there and gets Jonny the win which ends this fight Damien looks up and sees the words Winner: Jonny Spade on the screen and he takes that as his cue to hit the bricks. He hops to his feet and leaves the room as soon as he can. He jets to Jonny’s room before anybody sees him in Gooey’s room. Jonny comes out of the room with a smile on his face as the technicians rush to him to take the expensive gear off him. Unfortunately though their plan didn’t work to well as they hear the announcement over the P.A system. Phillip: The winner of the final and decisive fall is Jonny Spade. But due to outside interference the winner of the match is GooeyGarth! At that point Gooey is seen being taken out by stretcher. Jonny and Damien look at each other and just laugh. Damien: I think it's pretty clear that the real winner is the one that is able to walk out on his own feet. Jonny: You said it. Damien hands him a towel to wipe off his sweat as the two walk off and leave an old friend to retire for once and for all.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 4, 2009 15:26:11 GMT -5
“THERE GOES THE NEIGHBORHOOD” Credit: Senator, High Roller [She snakes herself through unfamiliar hallways hoping to discover tonight’s accommodations. A few friendly stops to ask for directions later, Lady Luck arrives in front of her and her boyfriend’s locker room door. There, engraved upon a placard star, is their name. Upon seeing it she can’t help feel reminiscent about her days as a showgirl on the Vegas strip. It was then that she saw a door such as this for the first time, and just like then, she finds herself on the bottom rung of the ladder looking up at the time. However, unlike those days, she is not alone in her journey. By her side is the brawn needed to plow through the ranks and reach the upper echelon.] Lady Luck: Open sesame.[She fiddles with the key once it is placed inside the lock and after some jostling the door creeks open. Along darkened walls her hand glides until it glides over a switch protruding from the wall. Upwards it is sent, illuminating the room in all its glory. Moments ago she was experiencing feelings of deja vu. No longer. Laying before her is a locker room unlike any she has ever seen. Looking more like a Hollywood dressing room than a professional wrestling changing/shower facility, she does a double take at the door to ensure she is in the right part of the building.] Backstage Assistant: Everything okay, Miss? Lady Luck: This is our locker room, right?Backstage Assistant: Sure is. Nice isn’t it? It comes with a HD TV, sauna and heck, there is even a bedroom around that corner. The previous occupant was somewhat of a prima donna when it came to his surroundings. He wanted only the best and if he couldn’t get the Chairman to pay for it, he would do so with his own money. Thought that rarely happened considering he and the Chairman were practically family. Lady Luck: Oh? What was his name?Backstage Assistant: Thunderkiss. Lady Luck: This was TK’s locker room?![Surprised to hear Luck refer to Thunderkiss by his nickname, the assistant cannot help but pry - ] Backstage Assistant: You know him? Lady Luck: Who doesn’t? His renown aside, he is a bit of a celebrity in my hometown. Backstage Assistant: As they say, small world. Well, his loss is your gain. You sure live up to your name! Just a few seconds later and we would have given this room to someone else. Lady Lucky: Glad to see I still got it.Backstage Assistant: Well Ms. Scott, if there is anything I can do for you to help get you situated, don’t be afraid to ask. I’m just a phone call away. Lady Luck: I just might take you up on that offer, honey. Thanks for dropping by.[Final pleasantries are exchanged with a smile and the two part ways, her attention now left alone to admire her surroundings.] Lady Luck: You know, a girl could get used to this.[Wishing to take one last look at her new digs from outside before taking the plunge, Luck takes one step backwards. Immediately she is greeted by an obstruction, and a moving one at that. It takes quite a bit of effort to see that she remains standing upright, but her nimble ways save the day. Once she has a second to readjust herself, she turns to the stranger in an apologetic nature and proclaims - ] Lady Luck: Oh excuse me! I am terribly -[Her tongue freezes. Though the assistant was extremely helpful, he forgot to mention one important detail: the room comes with neighbors. One’s that will most definitely not be circling the welcome wagons. Her regret filled face is met with a scowl and the rest of this exchange will go downhill from here.] Lady Luck: Oh my! It is a pleasure Mr. Phillips. My name is Shayla -Senator *interrupting*: Stop right there, I know how difficult it is for your neurons to work at that pace. I also know who you are, but more importantly, I even know where you came from. Personally I do not know why the Chairman would stick such rubbish next to me once more. The blasted Englishman never fails to delight in tormenting me, even on the last day of my ACW career! If it were up to me, and since I appear to be the most competent person inside this building at the moment I do not see why it is not, I would just abandon that rat hole since it seems to have a most uncanny ability to attract amoral filth such as yourself. I think I shall do just that the moment your companion is back on the streets panhandling for his next payday. Suffice it to say, that shall not be much of a wait, seeing his essential nature is that of a common bum. Do not let any of that keep you from having a good day, though. [Nose in the air, Phillips leaves Lady Luck in a dust cloud of arrogance. Bewildered, it takes her mind a few seconds to re-digest everything that has just happened. While his harsh words for her and the Roller are now crystal clear, his motivations are not. Good thing for her she has already been forewarned about the Senator from Illinois and thus can chalk his nature up to just being a good ol’ fashioned asshole.] Lady Luck: I’ll have you know I am a registered voter! Aren’t you supposed to lie to me and kiss my ass?[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 4, 2009 15:26:47 GMT -5
Segment: Celebration (Credit: Michael Smart)
Monday, 28th September 2009
The scene opens to a closeup of Daniel Smart's face, a huge, happy smile on his face. He seems to be in a dark room with different-colored flashing lights going on and off.
Daniel Smart: Woo! This is the best post-match party ever!
Michael Smart: We're not even there yet, Daniel.
The camera pans back to show that the two are in the back of a limousine, Daniel holding a small disco ball in his hand. Michael is sitting besides him, wearing blue jeans, a black jacket and a dark blue shirt underneath. Michael's remark doesn't stop Daniel at all, continuing to nod his head along to non-existant music.
Daniel Smart: Stop ruining the mood! Be happy for once! You beat the World Champion! We need to celebrate this!
Michael Smart: But can't you wait until we get to the club until you start making a fool out of yourself? At least there you'll have the excuse of being drunk.
Daniel Smart: No, cousin, I want to remember every second of this historic night! I can't risk getting too wasted, and you know once I open the bottle I can't put it down! Isn't there a name for that? Something like...
Michael Smart: Alcoholism?
Daniel Smart: Oh, shut up! But like I said, I'm keeping a strict zero tolerance for alcohol tonight! Well, maybe I'll accidentally drink some of the champagne you'll be spraying from the bottle...
Michael Smart: I'm not going to do that.
Daniel Smart: I'll convince you otherwise, cousin. But other than that, it's strictly water for me.
Michael Smart: Guess I'll have to spike your drink with sleeping pills again.
Daniel Smart: What?
Michael Smart: Nothing.
Daniel Smart: Look, we're here! Driver, park over there!
The limousine stops. Daniel opens the door, motioning for Michael to follow him as he gets outside. The camera changes outside to show the two of them in front of a club door, a moderate-sized line in front of the door. Daniel pushes his way through the line, Michael following him while apologizing for his cousin to everyone. The two reach the bouncer, a tall, caucasian bald man with a grim look.
Bouncer: Get to the back of the line.
Daniel Smart: Line? We're celebrities! See this guy?
Daniel points to Michael.
Daniel Smart: He beat the ACW World Champion tonight!
The bouncer eyes Michael for a while, then turns back to Daniel.
Bouncer: Sorry, I don't follow wrestling. Now get to the back of the line.
Daniel Smart: But we're celebrities!
Bouncer: To the back of the line![/color]
Daniel Smart: You will let us in right now or my cousin will give you a beating you'll...
Michael grabs Daniel by the shoulder.
Michael Smart: Let's just get to the back of the line, Daniel. I don't want to start trouble.
Daniel Smart: No! If this club doesn't want us to get in, we don't want to get in! Let's find a more reasonable place!
Daniel starts going back, Michael letting out a sigh.
Michael Smart: This is going to be a long night...
Hours later
The scene goes back to the limousine, but this time Daniel is sporting ruffled clothing and a black eye.
Michael Smart: Can't you control yourself for five minutes? All we needed to do was wait in line. Or go to a club that isn't so popular they need to ration the people getting in.
Daniel holds his head down in shame.
Daniel Smart: Yeah... it's just... I just wanted to hold a memorable night, you know? These things don't happen every day, so I wanted to have something to look back to decades from now.
Michael Smart: I know, Daniel, I know. But I think it's best we give up for tonight. This is going nowhere.
Daniel Smart: Yeah...
The two sit in silence for a minute.
Daniel Smart: ...There is one place we haven't tried.
Michael Smart: No.
Daniel Smart: Please?
Michael Smart: No!
Daniel Smart: I'll be your best friend!
Michael Smart: I already said that we're not going! Do you ever listen?
Daniel Smart: I thought you were joking.
Michael Smart: When's the last time you've heard me joke? No is no!
Daniel Smart: ...My car, my rules! Driver, we're going...
Michael Smart: Oh no we're not!
Michael tries to keep Daniel's mouth shut as Daniel tries yelling at the driver. The two continue struggling as the scene fades.
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