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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 7, 2009 16:27:43 GMT -5
Match 3: The Red Panther Vs. Ringleader (Credit: TK) ..::ACW::.. THE RED PANTHER VS. THE RINGLEADER ..::WARFARE::..
Time limit: 15 minutes Referee: Keiji Makabe
-* Tale of the Tape *-
The Red Panther Age: 23 Height: 5'11" Weight: 212 Hometown: Honolulu, Hawaii
The Ringleader Age: 24 Height: 5'8" Weight: 153 Hometown: New York, New York The opening strains of Sepulrura's Roots bloody roots blasts out as The Red Panther strolls out, surrounded by smoke. The Brazilian metal barely drowns out the boos, although some fans enjoy the song too much to boo. Panther climbs up the steps, climbs in and air boxes as the song kicks in. Panther charges at the middle of the ring and performes a shoryuken and the backs into his corner.
“Touch my Hand” by Britney Spears hits the sound system. Out comes Rena under her new monkier of the RINGLEADER! Following her on both sides is an entourage of acrobats and clowns, a spectical that causes both Panther and the crowd to gape.~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: Panther locks up with the newly dubbed Rena as the Ringleader. In a headlock Panther goes right off the bat, not a bad place to be if you were not engaged in mortal combat with Ms. Matheson. However, tingles of pain shoot throughout his body as the Ringleader cranks down hard upon his skull. His instincts come in and Panther grabs hold of the Ringleader by her waist and then lifts her upwards and back for the escape. The Ringleader did not fair well after that T-Bone suplex and finds herself struggling to rise to her feet. Panther will provide no help as he instead brings his foot down upon her skull repeatedly. The Ringleader finally rolls out of harm’s way and retaliates with a foot sent upwards into the approaching Panther’s chin! His entire head rocks back and his leaves his body wide open. The Ringleader capitalizes with a spinkick right to his abdomen, bending him over in pain. A combination opportunity arises now for the Ringleader and she send it home with a fast DDT. Panther is then rolled onto his back where the Ringleader covers. She only gets a two count and the match continues. By his mask Panther is yanked to his feet and for the next few minutes he and the Ringleader spar back and forth in an effort to take control of this match up. MATCH MIDPOINT: As we enter our match’s midway point, The Red Panther begins to dominate with a few smart, split second decisions. After a botched hip toss by the Ringleader, The Panther nails her with a PELE` KICK to the back of the head. Down she falls and becomes an easy target for some GROUND AND POUND! It takes quite an effort by Makabe to get the Panther off of his opponent but manages to do so with a five count. The second Rena makes it to her feet, The Red Panther takes off and nails the HONOLULU COMBO! The knee to the Ringleader’s face drops her to the canvas yet again, only this time the Panther leaps on top of her for a victory attempt! He only gets a two and a half and the Ringleader keeps herself alive! Knowing full well that is do or die time, the Ringleader gets in an unnoticed low blow to help swing the momentum back in her favor. The fans boo as Panther drops to his knees, clutching his crotch in pain. Instead of attacking, the Ringleader takes this time to rest up and recover. Now with her second wind in her lungs, she takes off and gives Panther a big dropkick to his rising head. It connects on target and down he goes like a domino. MATCH ENDING: As we come to the final leg in our race to victory, the Ringmaster’s low blow still has her on top. She nails Panther with a CHICK KICK to the side of the head bringing him to a knee. This is followed up by an INSIDE LIGHTING CRADLE that is kicked out of by the Panther. Showing he still has something left inside of his tank, he leaps to his feet and catches a rising Ringmaster with a vicious lariat. It turns the Ringleader inside out and the Red Panther comes alive! He pumps his arms in the air and then readies himself for a big time move. A second later he leaps into the air with a FLYING BACK KICK that connects right on the side of the Ringleaders head! Down she goes and Panther follows shortly behind. His body on top of hers, he yanks her leg back over his head and hopes for a three count. The crowd rises to their feet and unison and counts along as Makabe makes his money and slaps the mat with the open palm of his right hand. ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! Phillip: And here is your winner, THE RED PANTHER! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- OOC Segment: Freeman So, then. How should I start? Well, I suppose I’ll start by saying in vintage Freeman style, I have began writing this after the show is already over. So yeah. Vintage Freeman. I assume if I keep talking eventually something good will come out. So that’s what I’ll do. Ugh. This isn’t working. So. Yeah. Let’s go with the facts. His name is the Senator Steve Phillips. Well…his actual name is kinda a secret. So we’ll just go with that. And he was born sometime in the 20th century (Although there seems to be a possibility he might have seen the end of the 19th). He has a job. Um…I don’t know what it is. That’s kind of a mystery. And er…he’s a Republican. Yeah, that one’s good! Okay so I don’t know too much about you there, Sen. <_<. Oh you like 24 and Fire Pro. And John McCain. And Japanese wrestlers and lariats. And the Beatles. And MMA. But you don’t like the Miz. Or Obama. Okay. So that’s a start. Actually, I don’t know where this is going to lead me at all. <_< Okay, new approach. So I’ve been a member of ACW for three years now. And that’s a pretty long time. It doesn’t feel like it was nearly as long as it actually was. But it was. Anyways, a couple months in and I was already offered a spot in the Senatorial Stable. I don’t know whose decision that was, but I think Hunter had something to do with it <_< Anyways, this MAY have been when I started talking to Sen? To tell you the truth, I don’t know where it was, and I used to have the trillion contact logs but since I got a new computer I no longer do so I can’t check. It’s not really important though. Anyways, at that time Senator was only on on Friday nights basically. Also apparently Tuesday and Sunday but usually I wasn’t on at those times when he was. So as we began to talk more often, it would constantly annoy me that I had to wait all week to get through to Senator <_<. Especially when I had something I had to tell him. But Friday night became weekly Senator convo night and that was always looked forward to! I mean it’s hard to say ENOUGH good things about Senator. I mean, he’s…the Senator. He does so many things. I mean who’s the guy who goes around editing people’s movesets? Without him half the new guys in the fed would use the brainbuster, the 450 splash, and the RKO. He writes great matches when he takes them, and always puts 110% into whatever he’s doing, which I wish I could say the same thing about myself <_<. His contributions to the fed are numerous and uncountable. Without him, who knows where we’d be? With Senator, you know he’ll always be there to help you out, whether it’s making up names for finishing moves, thinking of finishing moves, giving you names for a character, fixing your moveset, giving you storyline ideas, evaluating your storyline ideas, feedbacking your promos and matches, and yes, he’s done all these things for me <_<. Numerous times actually. Probably too many times <_<. With the matches, he’s probably the only person who actually reads them, and so without him there’d be no point of writing them in the first place. As far as segments goes, he always can give you his opinions, which are always great. I honestly owe so many thanks to him that it's not even funny. All those things up there and more. And even adding late segments to the show even if it means having to wait to calc that way I can finish my stuff. (In fact, he's adding this to the show himself >_>.) So yeah, Sen. I don't know if there are really words to convey a cumulative like...two and a half year of thanks, but if there is, then I wish I knew how to do it <_<. You probably do though. You know a lot of words >_> I have had numerous segments with Sen, and two big storylines with him, though I believe I screwed up both of them. I still feel bad about that, because I went all vintage Freeman on him, and kinda stopped writing much, but Im still happy that I got to feud with him. Again, Im just kinda going from the top of my head here. So it won’t sound very eloquent or structured. Senator can never get enough credit with the good things he does, and the people he puts over. He is always willing to make a newer guy look good, and to step aside and allow others to get wins over him, to the point where he can be almost too nice. I know he let me get a PPV victory over him two years back, and Im sure many people here can vouch for similar experiences. His writing hasn’t been mentioned yet by me either, and while he doesn’t write long paragraphs of italics filled with symbolism, imagery, and amazing description, his segments are great in their own right. The Senator character is fleshed out and full, and he writes it to perfection. His segments don’t NEED to be long and wordy to get the job done. His title reign this year was well earned and well deserved, despite the “controversy” surrounding it. No matter what anybody else says (Though Im sure most would agree with me), Steve Phillips deserved to be called ACW champion once more. Senator is probably the one person who absolutely tolerates me the most. I don’t know how he does it, because I must have bothered him a thousand times about a thousand different things. He probably grew to dread those Friday nights, where he’d inevitably be greeted upon signing in with a message from me, which would most likely go into a tangent about The Great Khali or something! XD! And while people like BK got annoyed when I would ask them for help, rant to them about some thing or another, or just generally be…me <_<…Senator has never done so. So that MUST take skill >_> And it’s awesome that he’s on more days a week now so I get to talk to him even more, and subject him to even more of my unique wrestling opinions! Ah, the memories. The discussions about Miz. About Khali. About Don West. I could probably think of more. I wish I had the old convo logs on my computer so I can look up his and go back and see things to jog my memory of what to say. There have been many nights where Ive been like “Well I have to go to sleep now” ONLY TO FIND THAT SENATOR HAS LOGGED ON. And being that he’s not on too much, I was forced to stay up an extra TWO hours or so just to talk to him about whatever was on my mind at the time. You can really talk to Sen about anything out there. The Senator Steve Phillips. He has definitely got to be the person on ACW that I just respect the most. He’s always fun to talk to. Usually in a good mood, and manages to put up with anything and everything and remain nice about it. He is always putting so much into every single thing one can possibly put stuff into, and yet he still manages to function <_<. He’s got integrity, he’s honest, he’s helpful, and just always a nice person. If we’re ranking people in ACW on how they are as a person, he probably has to come in at number 1. And I mean, yeah. I can’t really think of any flaws to be honest. For that he has all of the respect I can possibly give to somebody. And yeah. I’ve probably repeated myself like three times. So yeah. SENATOR. YOU ARE AWESOME. AWESOME SEN, AWESOME. And yeah. That may be it for now, though I’m hesitant to send this before I go OH I FORGOT TO SAY SOMETHING. It REALLY is hard just writing things off the top of your head. Ugh. There is so much more I could say. AH WELL. I hope you continue to be awesome in the future, and that I can continue to talk to you about whatever there is to talk about. I can rant about how I love Khali. You can rant about how you hate Miz. And all will be good and well. -Freeman
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 7, 2009 16:28:13 GMT -5
Segment: Success sure does feel great (Credit: Jonny Spade)
The scene opens up backstage with “The Internet” Kevin Anderson standing in front of a brick wall with what else? A microphone in hand.
Kevin: Evenin’ everybody, the “internet” here, getting you the latest news that is going around the world of ACW. Currently I am waiting for the Ace of Spades to show his face around these parts to get the exclusive on his win and what he’s doing to celebrate this win of his from Emperor of the Ring.
And then as if on cue, Jonny walks across the camera to which Kevin yells out…
Kevin: Jonny!
Jonny: Huh?
Kevin: Jonny! Could I get a few words with you about your successful win from the pay per view?
Jonny: Why yes…yes you can.
He says with a smirk on his face as he stops walking.
Kevin: Awesome. So Jonny I was wondering, what game plan did you have going into this match with Gooey?
Jonny: I didn’t have one.
Kevin: Excuse me?
Jonny: What? Am I hard to understand? I didn’t have one; because I didn’t need one. I am a video game machine. No matter what the game is I can beat the person. Hell! It doesn’t even have to be a video game. It can even be card games. Did you see me play last night?
Kevin: Absolutely. You just decimated that guy.
Jonny: …You weren’t watching at all were you?
Kevin: …No
He says as he hangs his head in shame.
Jonny: Well then let me tell you a story. Last weekend at Emperor of the ring, I went toe to toe with a self proclaimed “card genius” But I showed him that he is all talk and no walk kind of guy. Which was expected since there are a bunch of people in this place that go around and do that.
Kevin: Oh that! I heard about that. Word on the street is that he’s going around claiming that you cheated.
Jonny: HEY! Me? Cheat? Pssh! Don’t be ridiculous. That’s not provable at all. He can’t prove that I put them there unless he takes my finger prints and compares them to those cards. And that’s not gonna happen.
Kevin: So those charges are phony?
Jonny: Absolutely! I might be a lot of things. But a cheater I am not.
Kevin: But what about Damien getting involved in that match at Emperor of the Ring?
Jonny: Look. I wasn’t involved with that. I don’t control what Damien does on his own time. I did not ask him to interfere on my behalf. What he did on his own time is his own business. Do I condone his actions? Absolutely not. But at the same time I am not going to let a good opportunity like that pass me by. So I will take advantage when I can. Anything else?
Kevin: Uh…no I’m good.
Jonny: Good. Now if you will excuse me I got a match to get ready for...
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 7, 2009 16:28:41 GMT -5
“FIND IT ON EBAY” Credit: Jonny Spade, High Roller [He came, he saw, he told the world how it is. The last few days have been good to Jonny Spade. A pay-per-view win over his long time tag team partner followed by a wallet busting victory at an ACW poker game has him in high spirits and it would seem as if nothing can bring him down cloud nine. Too bad he missed today’s weather forecast, sunny with a 100% chance of bad luck. Otherwise he would be prepared for what is to happen next and it all comes crashing down with a turning of a doorknob ... ] Jonny Spade: I swear, those people are all a bunch of - - - [And God said, “Let there be light.” The instant Spade hits the light switch in his dressing room a feeling of disorientation rushes through his body. This is followed by a spit take and a reexamining of the door to ensure he hasn’t waltzed into the wrong locker room. Make no mistake, “Ace of Spades,” this *IS* your locker room, minus its furnishings.] High Roller: Missin a few things, Misure Spade?[In the now barren dressing room only one item remains, a television set fastened to a nearby wall. This said TV now projects the image of High Roller who is also being broadcasted upon the Alpha Tron and millions of monitors across America.] Jonny Spade: What the hell? ..... YOU! You...little wesel! You son of a bitch! Where is all my super expensive stuff!? What did you do in here?! Because I swear -- High Roller: What I be doin? Mais, I be collectin on da debt you owe me. While you were flappin your gums, I went on down to dat intahnet pawn shop called eBay and started gettin me some coin for all of your crap!Jonny Spade: You have absolutely no business whatsoever- High Roller *interrupting*: Nah-ah! When you decided to stick a few of dem aces under da ‘able last Sunday YOU became mah bis’ness, pod nah! And you will continue to be mah bis’ness until you’ve been paid in full. Dun tink for a moment dat we be even. Oh no. Dis stuff only a down payment, I tell you what, and a lousy down payment at dat! [Roller’s face transitions off our screens to still images of some of the online auctions he currently has up for bid .... ] Jonny Spade: GAH! WHAT?! YOU TAKE THAT DOWN RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME --High Roller: Too late, Spade! I rekkon you gunna make some kid in Michigan really happy tonite, I gaur-ron-tee!Girl Sitting in Front Row Rushing to Bathroom Scratching Crotch: Oh Gawd no! Maxwell McNally: Oh Lord ... “Fast” Eddie Edison: Come to think of it, he has been scratching a lot lately! Not that I am looking for that kinda thing, you know! Maxwell McNally: No of course you wouldn't. High Roller: Whoops! Dis one be a mistake! I find a whole ‘lotta dese in one of da closets in mah dressin’ room and I can’t seem to give ‘em away to nobody! Jonny Spade: If you don’t take every one of those down and return my items, I swear I will rip your arms, hands, legs, feet...hell every single ligament from your very body OFF your body!High Roller: Hey, dis be a capitalistic society we be livin in! There ain’t nuttin stopping you from buyin dem back yourself if dey still be around by den. But gol ley, at dis rate they should be. You’d tink after all dem years ‘rasslin you’d have sumthin worth more dan a few dollars! Jonny Spade: I’m so so so going to kick your ass the next time I am able to lay my hands on your body!High Roller: By all means, mon ami, please try. I want nuttin more dan ain opportunity to stick a whole ‘lotta crow in dat big mouth of yours. By the time I be dun wit you, boy, you gunna dink twice ‘bout ever pullin a stunt like dat again! Till then I say ..... LAISSER LES BONS TEMPS ROULER! [The Roller winks his eye to the masses and they respond with an overwhelming show of support. Incensed, Spade grabs hold of the TV monitor and yanks it off the wall and proceeds to place it in an entirely new spot, the floor.] Jonny Spade: FOR FUCK'S SAKE! NOBODY DOES THIS TO ME! NOBODY!
[To add to the carnage Jonny punches a hole in the wall.]
[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 7, 2009 16:29:30 GMT -5
Celebrations Cut Short By Dave Shadow & Chris Phenomenal LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PLEASE WELCOME THE 2009 EMPEROR OF THE RING....DAVE SHADOW!!! “Voodoo Child” by the Rogue Traders hits the speakers, as the crowd leap to their feet booing loudly. Dave Shadow comes bounding out through the curtains, a massive smile on his face and the International Championship around his waist, obviously delighted with himself. He’s not dressed in his wrestling gear tonight, instead opting for a smart suit. Slowly, soaking in the crowd’s reaction, he makes his way down the ramp and towards the ring steps, picking up a microphone as he climbs into the ring. Dave moves to the center of the ring, and lifts his hand up, signalling for his music to be cut.
Even as the music dies out though, the crowd continue to boo. Dave drops his head and nods, before raising the microphone up to his lips.
Dave: I get it, I really do. You don’t like me. I’m not shocked or surprised at that. In fact, if we’re being honest, I fully deserve the reaction you’re giving me. Over the last few months, I’ve been acting like a jackass. I’ve insulted you, I’ve gone into business for myself and I’ve done some reprehensible things. And I apologise for none of them. Everything I did, I did for a reason, and that was to provide you all with the best show possible. Even if you couldn’t understand that, I need you all to realise that what I did, I did for you. The crowd continue to boo, not really wanting to accept what they are hearing. They’ve heard all this before, and have long since grown tired of it. However, as the camera moves in on Dave’s eyes, there’s a look that hasn’t been there for quite some time. Deep inside, something seems to have changed.Dave: I’ve had a successful run over the last few months. I’ve won titles, I’ve beaten opponents of various shapes and sizes, and last Sunday, I managed to achieve a goal that I had set out for myself from the very first day I joined ACW. I won the 2009 Emperor of the Ring competition. Over the last few weeks, I beat Red Panther, Vortex, Chris Phenomenal and Jack Jefferson, and in the process, I showed that I belong at the top of the ladder. And, on top of all that, I have now secured myself a championship match in two months time. December. Winter’s Discontent, it will be me challenging the World Champion for a shot at the title.
So then, why do I not feel like celebrating? You all know me pretty well at this stage. The cocky, arrogant Dave Shadow wouldn’t have passed up an opportunity to let everyone know how great he was. Even last week, I would have had fireworks, and confetti, and probably a great big throne right here in the ring. I’d have been using this microphone to order you all to bow down at the feet of your new emperor, and accept the beginning of the reign which would carry ACW into a golden age.
But weirdly, I really don’t feel like doing all that. I don’t feel like bigging myself up, because quite frankly, I feel like there’s something more important that needs to be addressed right now. That’s not to downplay my feelings of joy at winning this competition. But you see, someone has stolen my spotlight. Someone has, once again, caused my win to be thrown into controversy. And that man, that son of a bitch.....is Chris Phenomenal.The crowd boo the name, their venom for the man pretty obvious from their hugely negative reaction. Dave turns towards the big screen and points.Dave: For those of you who missed Emperor of the Ring, let me refresh your memory.The scene cuts to what the crowd are seeing on the big screen; a clip from Emperor of the Ring. Dave Shadow stands in the ring, only moments after winning the biggest match of his career. At the top of the ramp stands Chris Phenomenal, holding a bandana in his hand.The camera cuts back to Dave Shadow, standing in the ring, live again. The crowd boo again, as Dave nods and smiles, before starting to talk again. Dave: Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that’s right. The man who assaulted me after Omega Effect, the man who assaulted my brother two months ago, the man who attempted to kidnap Alicia last week. That man was none other than Chris Phenomenal.
Let me give you a brief history lesson about Chris Phenomenal. We go way back. Granted, we were never close. Our relationship was strictly professional. I was in charge of GWF, and he was an eager young wrestler looking for a chance. An opportunity. And I gave it to him. I helped him break into this industry. And now, years later, it would appear as if he’s decided to “thank” me for that. He attempted to end my career, and nearly cosy my brother his life.
And now, I’ve got to decide what to do about these attacks. I could go to the police, and formally press charges. I’ve always wondered why people don’t do that more often when they are in these situations. But that was before I was presented with that choice. I COULD go to the police, but then Chris could go to jail and I’d lose a chance to really make him suffer. Jail would be an easy escape for Chris. I want to beat him, physically and mentally, to within an inch of his life. I want to let him recover, and then I want to do it again. And again. And again. Until he begs me for his life. Until he feels the same way I did back when I was attacked from behind. I want him to feel the pain I’ve felt over the last few months.
So you know what I’m going to do? I’m going to put this microphone down, and I’m going to stand here until Chris Phenomenal grows some balls, and actually faces me like a man. I’m going to call that bastard out right now, so we can finish this. Chris, you attacked me from behind during the summer. Now, I’m giving you the opportunity to finish what you started. That is, if you’re man enough. COME ON!Dave throws the microphone down and starts to take off his suit jacket and shirt, taking off his IN title as well and throwing it down in the corner. The crowd are on their feet cheering, knowing they are about to see one hell of a fight. A few moments pass, before the curtain at the top of the ramp moves. The cheers turn to boos as Chris Phenomenal walks through them, and stops at the top of the ramp. Around his head, he wears the red bandana which provided Dave with a clue only a few days before, now worn as a symbol of what Chris has done.
Dave stands in the ring, begging Chris to make his way down the ramp. Chris stands for a moment longer, before a grin develops from ear to ear. He tilts his head to one side, looking at Dave, before starting to make his way down the ramp. Dave’s face is a weird mix of rage and excitement; he can’t wait to finally get his hands on the man who has caused him so much misery.
Chris reaches the bottom of the ramp, and looks up at Dave. There’s one last moment where the two look at each other and smile, knowing how much they both want this to happen. Finally, Chris slides into the ring.
As soon as he does, Dave lunges forward and leaps on top of him, beginning to throw big punches at Chris’ head. Chris rolls him over as the two start brawling in the ring. No technical moves, no flashy styles, just pure brawling between two men who want to beat the living daylights out of each other.
Much to the crowd’s dismay though, nearly as soon as they start brawling, huge security guards start pouring through the curtains and heading down to the ring. They dive in and tackle the two men, taking them both down to the canvas and separating them apart. They pick the two men up and drag them to opposite corners of the ring. Chris lets them, relaxing a bit, but Dave is struggling, kicking and screaming, begging them to let him go. The crowd are firmly behind Dave and agree with his sentiments, as they all chant “Let them Fight!”Gingerdude: Hold them back! Hold them BACK!Gingerdude comes rushing out through the curtain now, heading down to the ring. He looks flustered, as he climbs in through the ropes and moves into the center of the ring, standing between the two groups holding Dave and Chris apart.Gingerdude: Now, I get it. You two want to rip each other apart. So I’m going to give you what you two, and all these fans want. Dave, you’ve already agreed to give Chris a title match. So I’m booking it for next week. Next week, you two go one on one. But you two are not to lay a finger on each other until then, or else I will make you both regret it.The crowd cheer the announcement, as Dave and Chris are let go by their captors. The massive security guards remain standing in front of them though, trapping them in the corners. The camera cuts to Dave’s face, which is still massively red, before cutting back to Chris, who just stands there, smiling, knowing he’s gotten inside Dave’s head.McNally: My God, next week, these two are going to fight. It’s going to be a war! The two men continue staring at each other, as we fade to a commercial break!============ (Senator, We’ve never really spoken that much. In fact, I’m not sure if we’ve ever actually had a real conversation at all. Still. You’ve probably got one of the toughest jobs here in ACW. Not only reading every segment and match, but ranking and scoring them as well. I don’t envy trying to make those decisions. You’re the man who keeps things ticking, like the inner workings of a clock. Everyone needs clocks. They tell the time, let us know when we have to do something or go places. And everyone always admires the clock. But no one ever thinks of the springs or the bits and pieces which makes the clock work. I’m rambling a bit. <_< Bear with me. ACW is the clock. Everyone admires it, thinks it’s great. But in the process, sometimes we can take the springs and bolts and all those inner bits of the clock for granted. Yet, without them, this whole place would fall apart. I think what I’m trying to say is that I’ve got a great respect for the job you do, even if it’s not one which is easily recognisable without looking closely and even if it doesn’t get the recognition it should all of the time. Cause it's a tough one and a time consuming one, and you do such a fantastic job, you really deserve more glory for it You deserve a whole load of respect, Senator. And I hope you know that I, and indeed everyone here, has that respect for you. Thank you for working so hard here in ACW. Dave ) ===============
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 7, 2009 16:31:06 GMT -5
Segment: A “special” relationship (Credit: AK)
The UN Headquarters, New York
The United Nations General Assembly is meeting to discuss matters of world importance.
Unfortunately for the other delegates, someone naive has extended an invitation to speak to Colonel Gadaffi of Libya. His time slot is scheduled for 15 minutes; an hour in, and he’s showing no signs of letting up in his tirade, which has covered topics including Somali pirates, conspiracy theories about Swine Flu, and the problems he has with Jet Lag.
It’s no wonder that some peoples’ attention is wandering; not least the somewhat chubby yet pale gentleman in an ill-fitting suit who’s supposed to speak next. Just as he’s deliberating whether to raise the issue with the stewards, a considerably more lithe, athletic figure eases into the vacant seat next to him.
??: Yo, Brown.
Gordon Brown is taken aback slightly.
Brown: Uh, President Obama-
Obama: It’s fine, the microphones are off.
Brown: Oh, thank heavens. Zero points for originality, by the way.
Obama smirks, and casts his eyes toward the podium.
Obama: Jesus. Is he still going on?
Brown: It would appear so. I think he’s currently filling us in on his theories about JFK.
Obama: Oh, that? It was the Mafia.
Brown: Really?
Obama: That’s what it says in the file marked “TOP SECRET” that was left in the draw of the Oval Office desk when I moved in.
Brown folds his arms.
Brown: Bah. The only thing that was in the secret files I inherited from Blair was a note telling me that the offside rule in football-
Obama: Soccer?
Brown: FOOTBALL.
Obama: Yeah yeah, whatever.
Brown: The offside rule doesn’t actually exist; apparently it was made up to confuse non-football fans, and so that all the commentators would have something to talk about.
Obama: Heh, that’s kind of cool.
Brown: I guess. I don’t really follow the game myself, I have to get crib sheets whenever England manages to not mess things up entirely and they send the players around for a photoshoot. I’m more of a runner.
Obama just about manages to conceal a snort as a cough.
Obama: ...Yes, I can see you as more of a solitary sportsman.
Brown: So, what sports do you follow?
Obama: The usual. Baseball, basketball...
He glances to the left and right.
Obama:.....but just between you and me, I’m really into the pugilistic arts.
Brown raises his eyebrows.
Brown: That’s......surprising.
Brown also looks left and right, and leans a little closer. He decides to take a risk.
Brown: If I said to you, just out of interest....A-C-W?
Obama: Hell Yeah!
Brown smiles that weird, lop-sided grin of his.
Brown: It’s bonkers, but I just can’t stop watching it.
Obama: I hear you. Philips got me into it, of course.
Brown: Steve Philips?
Obama: The one and only. Sometimes, I wish I’d had the sheer cojones to do what he’s done. Don’t you find that it’s just so tempting to get physical with some of your opponents?
Brown: Of course. Particularly Mandleson.
Obama: I thought he was in the Labour Party?
Brown: We tolerate him because occasionally he does something really stupid and it takes the heat off the rest of us. A bit like Boris Johnson and the Conservatives.
Obama: Right. Anyway, Philips is a genius; his formidable speaking skills and his fighting techniques are a perfect combination. You should have seen him at our party shindig in 2005; John Kerry had one too many ethically-traded glasses of wine, and started heckling Steve in the middle of his speech about foreign policy. When security couldn’t shut him up, Philips shoved him into the Victory Lock until he passed out, and then went back and picked up where he’d left off. We had to suppress all photographs, of course.
Brown: Did you ever worry that he might challenge you for the nomination?
Obama: It crossed my mind... but Philips has always been more interested in the cut-and-thrust of politics than the high-level statesman stuff. Not to say he wouldn’t have a shot, though. Jesse Ventura was Governor of Minnesota back in the day.
Brown: True. You know, next time ACW is on tour, we should go.
Obama: We should. We can say we’re going to another climate change summit, there seem to have been hundreds of them in the last few months.
They both take a look at the podium again.
Brown: Is he EVER going to shut up?
Obama: Not unless someone makes him.
They look at one another.
Brown: I’ll distract him, you grab a chair and come at him from behind.
Obama: Classic heel tactics, hmm?
Brown: Looking like this, I’m hardly going to be a babyface now, am I? Plus I only have one working eye, and we all know how that turned out for Thunderkiss.
Obama: Let's roll. I can’t wait to see what this looks like on Youtube...
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 7, 2009 16:32:58 GMT -5
Match 4: ACW Entertainment Title Match (Credit: Torak) VorteX vs. Jonny Spade ACW Entertainment Title Match VorteX © vs Jonny Spade (Credit: Torak)Here at ACW, even with the hectic arrival of an unfamiliar schedule, we still never miss a beat. NEVER! If you ever happen to miss anything during a show, you either imagined it, or you’re lying. The show continues on it’s faultless timeline with Phillip taking to the ring. In the house of my master Beyond the chains there is a bed of snakes where evil lays Oh, I hear laughter I forged the iron bars that someday will imprison me The lights dim and grayish smoke fills the arena. Various lights placed around the arena create the illusion that the world is devoid of color, basking the entire arena in a black and white aura, deepening shadows and enhancing the florescent lights. Ooh, mother will you help me Mother will you help me To find a reason to go on Out of the ashes of my youth - I rise a man And through the eyes of truth - I finally understand The way Vortex walks down the ramp slowly, carrying his signature ladder on his shoulder. As he descends the ramp behind him gradually brightens, until he is at the bottom, and at that exact moment a large explosion of white ensues behind him (due to the synchronized blast of hundreds of small devices rigged with an explosive catalyst). I've been beaten with his words and whipped whith his lies He will not break me down no matter how hard he tries Pray for my lost soul Out of control the storm inside me rages on and on and on Vortex ascends the ring steps, which seem to glow brighter the farther he goes. Finally, Vortex ducks through the ropes and goes to the center of the ring, at which time the arena is cast into pitch blackness. The entrance music cuts and a single, dim spotlight shine down upon Vortex, illuminating wispy dust particles floating through the arena. The spotlight flickers, once, twice, a third time, and goes out. Complete darkness, and then a tremendous explosion around the ring as the arena lights come back on. Mother will you help me Mother will you help me To find a reason to go on Out of the ashes of my youth - I rise a man And through the eyes of truth - I finally understand The way Vortex slowly removes his hat, and his eyes seem to illuminate as he does, then he casts off his coat and drapes it over his arm. Vortex walks to the edge of the ring and removes his coat from his arm and drapes it over the edge of the turnbuckle adjacent to him. Vortex walks to the center of the ring, unfolds the ladder, and takes a seat on one of the rungs, waiting for his adversary to appear. The lights in the arena go dark and a slight chill can be felt throughout the arena as The End has Come By Ben Moody hits the P.A and spotlights flash around the arena in a random pattern after a while the spotlights focus on one spot on the stage where Jonny is standing there with his hooded jacket and then once the lights come back on, Jonny walks down the rampway and then slides into the ring and hops onto the turnbuckle to pose for the fans and then turns and hops back down and faces the Entertainment Champion in the ring.Phillip cuts between the two before they can spar and booms over his trusty microphone. You wonder if it has been surgically attached to the strident announcer. “The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the ACW Entertainment Championship! Introducing first, to my left, the challenger. From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at Two Hundred and Fifty Fives pounds, Jonny Spade!” Spade poses once more and receives a more than respectable cheer. “…and his opponent, from… Near Death Valley, California, weighing in at two hundred pounds – he is the ACW Entertainment Champion…VorteX!” VorteX remains composed as his name is announced and continues to maintain his focus, even as he relinquishes his title to the referee. The bell is soon rung and what promises to be an electrifying bout kicks off. The two competitors circle each other, like warring pride lions. Eventually, they lock up and totter to and fro, trying to leak out an early advantage. By rights, with his significant weight and strength advantage, Jonny Spade should be dominating the jostling going on in the ring, but the Champion manages to hold his own and even backs Spade to the ropes. With nowhere else to go, he whips the challenger across the ropes. Spade complies and dashes across the canvas before rebounding back off the ropes with a shoulder charge, knocking VorteX down onto the canvas. Spade rushes to the near side ropes before vaulting over a swooped VorteX. On the return, VorteX attempts a Hip-Toss, but Spade rolls through and attempts one of his own. VorteX blocks it and quickly lands a right hand into the midsection of Spade, doubling him over. VorteX looks for a legdrop bulldog, but Spade catapults him up and over. VorteX nimbly lands on his feet and aims a clothesline for the neck of Spade. Jonny is a sprightly one, and he ducks the clothesline then pitches a right boot into the stomach of VorteX then twists his arm into a painful wristlock. VorteX grits his teeth under the pressure, but does well to reverse the move with a handspring before tying Jonny up into a wristlock of his own. The torque of the hold also sends a sharp pain down into the shoulder of Spade, who isn’t quite as agile as his opponent. Nevertheless, he escapes the hold by performing a cute forward roll before using his strength to reel VorteX into the Ura-nage setup before hitting the third variation of his signature S-Drop series, a jumping STO into a backbreaker. Spade makes the cover, but VorteX kicks out before the two. Spade looks to capitalize on his advantage. He pulls VorteX to his feet, throwing in a couple of right hands for good measure, before launching VorteX into the corner. As VorteX crashes, back first, into the turnbuckle, Spade charges at him with a chargin shoulder, looking for the spear. But VorteX pulls himself out of the line of fire, sending Spade crashing into the turnbuckle at pace. Spade pulls himself out of the corner, but his hunched position invites a spinning axe kick right to the back of his neck. VorteX pulls Spade to his feet and sits himself on the top turnbuckle before launching himself off, over Spades head and down with a sunset flip. But Spade has the presence of mind to cling onto the top ropes, halting the move before planting a stiff stomp to the sternum of the Champion. Spade pulls VorteX up to his feet and hoists him up in a side-carry before hitting a pendulum backbreaker. He makes the cover, but VorteX once again prevents the title from changing hands by kicking out on two. Spade wastes no time or momentum in complaining and immediately pulls VorteX to his feet. He sets up a pump handle arrangement, obviously looking to hit the Pump Handle Schwein. But as he lifts VorteX up onto his shoulders, he gains no purchase, allowing the Champion to slide down his back and take Spade down in a waistlock. Maintaining the hold, Spade attempts to battle back, trying to shake off his opponent and throwing soom loose back elbows. Vortex retains his grip even as Spade gets to his feet. It works in VorteX’s favour as he swiftly hits a sublime release german suplex. Spade folds up like origami and VorteX quickly goes for the cover. 1. 2. Jonny kicks out. VorteX pulls Spade to his feet and executes a Vertical Suplex lift into a gutbuster, taking the wind out of Jonny’s sails. Spade gets to his knees as VorteX Backs off before rushing at him, hitting a running enziguri to put him down again. VorteX makes the cover, but Spade is able to kick out before the three. VorteX pulls Spade up to his feet once more. Jonny must surely be suffering from the effects of a head rush from being up and down so often. A quick snap suplex puts him down, diagonal to the corner, an intentional placement by the Champion, who saunters over to the turnbuckle and begins to climb. He reaches the top and twists his body from the mounted position into a Corkscrew Leg Drop (Catch 22). However, Jonny manages to roll out of the way and VorteX hits nothing but canvas. The crash landing gives Spade a moment to collect himself and he soon gets back to his feet. He allows VorteX to get to his feet before hitting a decent looking dropkick to put him back down. VorteX gets back up, but only suffers the same fate as another dropkick floors him. Not deterred by the setback, he tries to his feet again, only for another dropkick to down him again. VorteX struggles to his feet this time so Spade offers him a helping hand. He sets him up between his legs and hits a damning powerbomb. Clutching the wrists of VorteX, he lifts him up again and lands a second powerbomb. For a third time, Spade winches VorteX up but instead of a powerbomb Spade hauls him over his shoulders and hits a devastating Samoan Driver. This match could very well be over, but the strenuous act of lifting his opponent, not once, but twice, takes a lot out of Jonny himself. It takes a few moments for Spade to make the cover: One! Two! VorteX kicks out just in time. There is a sense that this match is reaching a climax as Spade pulls VorteX to his feet. He attempts to whip him across the ring, but VorteX reverses and pulls Spade into a front facelock. He lifts him up, looking for the Psychosugery…but Spade drops out. Spade pushes VorteX in the back, forcing him to the ropes. Spade attempts a stiff lariat, but VorteX ducks and hits a roundhouse kick to the face of a stunned Jonny. Spade sees double as VorteX approaches. He locks in the front facelock again and lifts him and this time hits the crushing Psychosurgery. VorteX makes the cover. One! Two! Three! The bell rings as VorteX rolls away from the fallen Spade. The referee collects the title from ringside on his behalf and awards it to him. “Here is your winner and STILL ACW Entertainment Champion…VorteX!”
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 7, 2009 16:33:21 GMT -5
Segment: Contractual Appearences (Credit: ??, Senator)
As the show returns from the break, Senator Steve Phillips is seen in the ring, looking worse for wear, leaning on a cane, with the Capitalists standing behind him.
The Senator: As you all well know, I am here, not as an in ring competitor, not out of the goodness of my heart, but due to an individual who shall go unnamed, a man who sees fit to throw his power around even when it clearly is to his detriment. Today, we stand here on the first edition of Wednesday Night Warfare, and it is because of the aforementioned individual's careless spending habits that our Monday and Thursday shows are gone and the top parts of the Arena partitioned off. This whelp of a man could have asked for economic advice from yours truly, but instead of receiving expert advice, he now finds himself in dire straits.
Senator: But enough about the guy in charge around here, I have some more business to take care of. Last Sunday, at Emperor of the Ring, monumental events occurred. Dan White unfortunately defeated the Thunder Train and sent him packing. Our fearless leader did nothing to prevent the departure of the Train, and he shall be missed. Dave Shadow reigns supreme as the Emperor, and I will be watching closely to see if he lives up to his win, as I am sure all of you are. And finally, I had my final match in Alpha Championship Wrestling. A match against...
??: Hey, wait up, don't say another word!
Senator: What in Sam Hill is this?
??: You know damn well what this is! I won that match fair and square, and I'm not gonna let you spin this one like you do all your other matches!
Senator: Well, well, Mr. Phenomenal himself. Thank you for walking down through the audience to greet me, saves me the trouble of summoning you to this very ring.
CP: Really, I didn't even need to show up, the fans know now that I won, and I beat you.
Senator: That they do.
CP: So, did you come out here to waste my time, and the fans' time? Did you just come out here because Gingie made you? 'Cause if so, that's freakin' pathetic!
Senator: I assure you that I am here for my own purpose, and furthermore, to make a few announcements that concern you.
CP: This is going to be just great...
Senator: Listen up! Do you really think that I agreed to that match because you goaded me into it? In reality, I was hoping to set it up all along, although I preferred to do so a few months down the road, instead of during my recovery from that horrendous cage match. One must always adapt to changing circumstances, though, and that I did, and the reason I did so was to put you through your final test.
CP: That's a load of bull and you know it.
Senator: Think what you want, but I saw potential in you that I have not seen in a long time around here. You passed the test by striving for the most significant win in your career, and persevering to defeat me. Now then, I have an offer to make you. I can no longer wrestle, but I must remain under contract. What better way to both fulfill my contract, and see that my investment succeeds, than to take you under my wing, as a manager?
CP: Say what?
Senator: You wrestle, I work as your manager.
CP: And why should I trust you now, after you attacked me last month, after we just fought?
Senator: It is rather simple, I know your strengths and your weaknesses, how to augment the former, and eliminate the latter, turning you into an unstoppable machine in the ring, a sure fire main eventer.
CP: Look, I appreciate the gesture, but...
Senator: But what? You risk nothing by doing this. Worst case scenerio, you have to watch your back. Good! You SHOULD watch your back around here at all times! Best case, you learn many more tricks of the trade from a two time champion, the longest reigning International champ, former tag team champion, and the founder of the Senatorial Stable. I invested in you this year, looking not just for a tool to manipulate, but a successor within the ring. Give it a chance, and I promise that you will not be disappointed, and that, sir, is nothing, but the truth.
CP: You know, I can shake on that. I don't trust you, but I'll see where you're going. Better to keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.
Senator: Indeed.
Phillips and Phenomenal shake hands with the Capitalists looking on, and a tentative new alliance is forged yet again in ACW. Will it last? Only time will tell.
Fade Out
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Segment: The Stand-In (Yoko / Jade)
Jade: You, are a very pretty lady.
Jade's apartment.
Much cleaner than last we saw. Most noticeably is the fact that there are no visible illegal drugs.
And Jade herself seems equally clean, appearing to have bathed recently. The scars of the ravages of drugs are beginning to fade as she returns to good shape.
As of now, she's sitting in front of a mirror with a short black wig on, applying green eye shadow to herself.
Suddenly, a knock at the door.
Jade: It's open.
Yoko steps in, surprising Jade. Jade takes a wet tissue and wipes off the eye shadow.
Jade: I was just... Um, experimenting.
Yoko: I don't think you need makeup, you know.
Jade: Thanks. The wife troubling you at home or something?
Yoko: Maybe I wanted to see you?
Jade: That's sweet, but I understand how it is.
Yoko: I'm sorry. You shouldn't put up with this. I mean, she's not even interested in me, we're not together.
Jade: It's ok. It's hard to get over someone. Four years and I still never got over you. Now I don't have to.
Yoko: It's just... I got attacked by Rena, and Sarin's not taking her seriously. It's frustrating that she can't see the danger.
Jade: I saw that attack. Rena cannot be underestimated. I know how wicked she can be. She's very intelligent, but she pretends not to be, and that's how she snares you.
Jade walks over to Yoko and strokes her hair.
Jade: Does it still hurt?
Yoko: It does.
Jade: Poor girl...
She leans in and kisses Yoko, who embraces her. After a moment, Jade's right hand creeps under Yoko's skirt and she begins to rub her slowly on the outside of her panties. Yoko smirks through a kiss and puts a hand on Jade's head to guide her downward. As Yoko touches Jade's hair, Jade remembers the wig.
Jade: I forgot I was wearing this stupid thing.
Yoko: Leave it on, it's kinky.
Jade laughs and goes down to waist level. She catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror and suddenly realizes something...
Jade: Wait wait wait, you're pretending I'm her!
Yoko: ...What? No, I-
Jade: This wig makes me look like Sarin! I can't believe this!
Jade marches toward the door but Yoko grabs her.
Jade: Let me go, Yoko. I know you want her, and that you settle for me, and for some retarded reason I accept that, but I will NOT pretend to be her! I'm not Sarin Rossi!
Yoko: You're Jade Amuro. I know. I came here to see YOU.
Jade: You only come here when she upsets you.
Yoko: Maybe I crossed a line, this is confusing. But I'm here for you. Just you.
Yoko pulls the wig from Jade's head and tosses it into a trash basket. She then takes Jade's hand and pulls it between her legs, into her panties.
Yoko: Feel that? The heat? I'm warm and wet for you, Jade. You did that. You always do.
Yoko kisses her.
Yoko: Please bear with me... I need you.
Jade dwells on it and then returns the kiss. She thrusts two fingers deep into Yoko, much to Yoko's delight.
Sometimes you just have to work with what you have in life.
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From Yoko To Senator.
I'm unsure what's been said so far. I don't want to be generic and sappy, so I'll be quick. I choose not to focus on your writing talent or character, but you.
Of those in ACW, I feel that you're one of the few that contain a piece of the fed's soul. What I mean is that without you, ACW would end. Seriously. You're more than a writer or a mod. You simply cannot be replaced.
Also, on another subject, we've had a single arguement ever. In early 2007 when I returned from my first nearly fatal pneumonia bout, you had revived Fallout without me. I got angry and very childish about it, as if you'd taken it from my dying grasp. From your perspective it was a case of "The Show Must Go On" and I just didn't see it. I've always felt bad about that and I do apologize.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 7, 2009 16:33:44 GMT -5
A Familiar Sound (Credit: Torak)A lull in the newly scheduled show allows a dazzle of to retrospect drift through the audience. The post-Emperor show trundles on with the attending fans still convalescing from the dramatic turn of events from the Emperor of the Ring event. As eager as the fans are to look forward into the future, anticipating the exciting new direction that the ACW races towards, there are many who still enjoy looking back with fondness all of the nostalgic moments and individuals that have graced the existence of Alpha Championship Wrestling. The fancy dress crowd are back in attendance, this time managing to blag themselves the holy grail of front row seats. Expense is not an issue for their devotion and commitment to the explosive promotion, always guaranteed to deliver entertainment, drama, tragedy, humour and highly skilled wrestling ability. Who needs WWE or TNA, with their glorified bodybuilders, when you can have ACW, the only wrestling promotion that allows you to have your cake and eat it and it’s not sugar free? The fancy dressers have opted for nostalgia themselves this evening as they are cheaply attired in the memorable costumes of former ACW legends and villains. A cheap blonde wig and a flimsy blonde goatee alludes to former Light Heavyweight Champion, Scott Andrews. Applied in blotches, fake tan accompanied with a comically sized bottle of beer is an indication to the Latino mock-up who dances drunkenly next to the flowing blonde locks of the Hunter incarnate. Plausible doubles for Fallen Souls and RDK also appear to make up the group. However, another man, dressed sharply in a finely pressed suit stands nearby. Anyone unfamiliar with the man could be forgiven for mistaking him for ACW’s own Steve Phillips. Of course, given all of the hard work The Senator has injected into Alpha Championship Wrestling over the years, fulfilling many vital roles that has helped turn ACW into arguably the most organized and well structured e-fed on the net, the only place he hasn’t been seen is the other side of the barrier, so it would be no surprise if he had been organizing the fan outings all this time as well. We have all syphoned every drop of energy and commitment from the highly talented former Champion who has established himself as an influential and level-headed “locker room” leader who has been a major influence on many who have risen through the ACW ranks – veterans and newcomers alike. He probably doesn’t even realize how much his input and effort is appreciated by all those that he has worked with and around. There can probably be no argument that The Senator Steve Phillips will go down as one of the most well liked and respected superstars of the ACW golden era.The man, however, is not affiliated with the wacky group, as he displays by drifting from them and conversing with his own contingent. Under closer inspection it is confirmed that he is not Mr. Phillips, only a fortunate look-alike. The ACW cosplayers seem to be having a good time as they bounce with glee and laugh and joke with surrounding fans about their nostalgic costumes. Nostalgia is a strange phenomenon. Sometimes, opinions can get lost in translation as they are passed down from a period of yore, filtering through nostalgia and altered to reflect the fondness of familiarity. Nostalgic Bias can sometimes occur when reminded of something from your childhood that, while you would not consider any affection for in your current state of mind, still feel warmth for the youthful exuberance and delight you associate with it. It’s good because you “grew up with it”. Similarly, something that you weren’t particularly fond of still manages to resurrect positive emotions, drastically altering your perception of that entity. Suddenly, with no warning, the very familiar sounds of mechanical grinding, almost like rusty cogs attempting to turn begin to blurt from the speakers. The attention of every man, woman and child present in the arena is piqued by the noise. It’s the introduction of “Nobody’s Real” by Powerman 5000, a theme that has been previously used by a former member of the ACW’s roster. In conjunction to the music, which explodes into a growling hum before an almost siren-like wail slithers in the background, the Alphatron displays some retro footage, some memorable scenes of yesteryear from ACW’s archives. The fans, for once, don’t quite know how to react. They acknowledge that the sound, when previously heard, would not have been received well, but given the apparent circumstances surrounding its association, they are almost curious as to what is going to happen next. They remain fixed on the screen, parting momentary glances towards the top of the stage at the entranceway. Could he really be here? The video shows the unforgettable climax to an epic 10 man battle royal that was intended to determine the number one contender for the ACW Championship. However, that plan was put into turmoil as the competitors remaining in the match, including Surion, Yoko Satoshi, BK London, RDK and Kross, all suffer his wrath. A devastating Gutwrench Powerbomb puts Jack Fury out of contention, before G-Unit, the tag team consisting of Jonny G and Gooey Garth both suffering at his hands, with Gooey receiving an Emerald Fusion right onto his tag team partner for his troubles. Latino makes a notable appearance in the video as first, an image of the Latin One draws a huge cheer from the crowd, but it soon dissipates as the footage rolls to show Latino being manhandled on many different occasions, including being restrained and thrown off the stage, a bump that kept him out of action for a long time. As the vignette continues, Tornado, Dan White, The Senator, Scott Andrews, Lex De La Rocha, Gary, TNT and even Atomic Kitsune are all exhibited in a similar manner – on the receiving end of the rough treatment dished out by the man of the moment. Some shots of his legendarily disturbing backstage antics even make a cameo appearance, including his mouse torture, hurling a television across his mysteriously located hiding place and arriving, arm in arm with Cordelia. The music finally begins to fade out on the wailing siren as the words “Nobody’s Real” whisper through the speakers. The final shot on screen is a close up of his face at the precise moment that he was unmasked and lingers in slow motion. It soon fades away and a single image replaces it. A mixed reaction simmers in the arena. A stunned silence injected with puzzlement blanks a large portion of the crowd. A small scattering of individuals are struck by the sentiment of the moment and struggle to hold back tears. Regardless of previous judgment, there is still a sadness that cannot be allayed by the passing of another human being. The portrait continues to leer outward – gradually becoming chillingly ghostlike Just as it seems it is going to remain there for eternity, it slowly fades away before being replaced by another strange, but vaguely familiar image. After a few seconds of display, the screen stutters before finally disappearing altogether, being substituted by the backdrop of the ACW arena illuminated by the pale moonlight. Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 7, 2009 16:34:21 GMT -5
“FOR SENATOR! FOR THE STABLE!” Credit: Thunderkiss, High Roller
Note: This promo takes place the following morning after Emperor of the Ring. [The sun’s rays slowly begin to tickle the Atlantic Ocean as it begins its ascension upwards into the sky. It is morning here on ACW isle and the motors on the ferry boats will soon begin to purr, acting as an alarm to those who still have sand in their eyes. With this comes both an entrance and exit for the island’s inhabitants which include several familiar faces. In a small café residing nearby, a trio of them from both the past and future sit discussing business.] Lady Luck: The man is a certified jackass. You should had heard the way he talked to me, Jack.High Roller: I wish I did, beb! I would’ah torn his tongue right outta his mouth rite den and dare! Thunderkiss: While your chivalry is admirable, don’t get too cocky, Cajun. You have no idea who you are dealing with.High Roller: Must I remind yoo who you hired, Misure Thundarkiss? I ain’t naw peeshawank in dis here game, da be for sure! Thunderkiss: No, you must not. However, before you go spending your money, know this. Out of all the opponents I have ever faced, his blows are by far the most brutal. His knife edge chops will leave your skin a bloody, red mess. If his Washington Lariat hits you dead on, you might as well call it a night. These are just normal moves in his repertoire, I haven’t gotten to the good stuff yet like the A.I.G Knee or Victory Lock. Not only will these have you looking up at the lights, you might as well book a few nights stay down at Midpoint Hospital. So tell me Cajun, are you scared yet?High Roller: Scared? Hah, you be jokin, right? Thunderkiss: Good, because everything I’ve said to you isn’t the most dangerous part of Senator Steve Phillips. High Roller *looking uncomfortable*: ..... Oh?Thunderkiss: Oh no, that honor would belong to his mind. He is as devious and cunning as they come. For many years his good nature and integrity caused him nothing but grief as ally upon ally turned against him in their conquests of greed. Foes, such as myself, took advantage of his sense of fair play and integrity. Underneath the stress of both these mounting attacks his persona and demeanor crumbled. In other words, the man snapped. The hunted for so many years became the hunted and before I knew it, and a whole lot of others for that matter, my world was tipped upside down and he was at the top, smiling at the disarray he had caused me.High Roller: Don matta to me if da boy’s mind be straight as ah arrow or off its rock’ah, just as long as your coin be gud! Which last time I check, it surely be. Thunderkiss: Oh, don’t worry, it’s good. The irony in it is that the tab will be picked up by SLA’s gate for the first two shows. I couldn’t possibly think of a better way to spend the money. Anyway, back to your target. As they say karma is a bitch. I have long accepted that I had a hand in making the Senator Steve Phillips you see now. Somehow, someway, everything ended up as almost a twisted, reverse image of what it used to be. I ended up being the righteous man; he became the villain. Be that as it may, I feel I paid my debt in full long ago and he has “charged me too much interest.” My family and career is in disarray and neither may fully recover thanks to him. I cannot wrestle here and my attempt to wrestle elsewhere was deep sixed by this madman. As a result, my wife had a nervous breakdown over failure and finances and a hole has been torn out of both my and my son’s heart. It is for this reason that I trust you in providing me with the necessary vengeance and will see to it that you are properly reimbursed for your effort.High Roller: Before we con-tin-yoo, I fig’ah you realize dat da the man seem to have already hung up his boots? Thunderkiss: Yes, but it goes without saying that he’ll be back. It may be for an appearance or a limited roll in the company, but he will be back. Once you have this business in your blood, you can never leave it. NEVER. In the meantime, go have fun. Go get your knuckles dirty but keep your head on a swivel. Just don’t make the same mistake I did and show too much at once. If you do, people will be too scared to fight you knowing they stand absolutely no chance. Above all else, remember this and nobody will stop you from living your dream.High Roller: Tanks, mon ami. [The two men conclude their business with a handshake. Up from the table all three rise and proceed to the door where yet another day in their lives await. That is all their paths have in common. The second they step out into brisk island breeze the winds of fate will blow them both in opposite directions and only time knows when they will meet again.] High Roller: So where you be headin? Thunderkiss: Home. Remember, when the time comes, bring him to his knees and call me. I’ll take care of the rest.[FADE] OOC: Steve, it’s been quite a ride, hasn’t it? Since day one you saw in me the potential to add something unique to ACW and supported me all the way. For that I will forever be grateful. Throughout the time I have known you, you have always dedicated your own personal time for the betterment of ACW and I dare say that without your involvement, we might not even be here at this moment in time. Your character is one that will forever be remembered as you have successfully made sure he stands out amongst the crowd. But besides all of this, I will always be proud of the legend of Thunderkiss Vs. Senator Steve Phillips. We play in a game of opinions but I truly believe it is FACT that you and I have built the greatest rivalry this league has ever had the pleasure of knowing. Finally, for any grief or dismay I have caused you recently, I humbly apologize and can only hope that you accept. For the countless hours you have spent reading promos, putting over talent, and working on move sets, I on ACW’s behalf thank you.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 7, 2009 16:34:58 GMT -5
Match 5: Chris Phenomenal vs. Michael Smart (Credit: Torak)
Bombshells could be considered the hallmark of the Alpha Championship Wrestling theatre. Twists, turns, swerves and U-turns have all reared their sudden faces and consequently shocked and stunned the viewing audience, yet always leaving them craving for more. This trademark of ACW was epitomized following the culmination of the crowning of the new, and possibly last, Emperor of the Ring. The man in question for the explosive revelation is due on stage for what could be the next act in this fascinating libretto. It is this expectation that contributes to the confusion as the fans are caught off guard as the grandeur of “Hail to the Chief” bellows from the massive in-house speakers. It sparks a large appreciative pop at first, but the first swerve of this fragment of action comes as Chris Phenomenal makes his way onto the stage. He is patriotically attired in a Star Spangled Banner patterned vest with a matching top hat. He bobs his head with a smirk to the beat of the music; his injured head raised a little higher following his achievements and antics at Emperor of the Ring. The music is subsequently almost drowned by the tidal wave of jeers. Phillip, meanwhile, has already taken up his regular position in the centre of the ring with his trusty microphone in hand.
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first: from Harlem, New York. Weighing in at Two Hundred and Sixty Five pounds: Chris Phenomenal!”
Reaching the foot of the ring Chris pauses and raises his head looking at the ring before exploding up onto the canvas. He ducks into the ring and walks towards his corner, firing a few punches in the air. He removes the unnecessary accessories and waits in his corner for his opponent.
Inexorably, "Live to win" by Paul Stanley starts playing. White and blue lights start flashing in the arena as Michael Smart comes out, wearing a white vest. Close behind him is Daniel Smart. The two make their way to the ring, Michael looking around the crowd at the fans.
“And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at two hundred and twenty eight pounds: Michael Smart!”
Daniel stays at ringside as Michael climbs the stairs and steps inside the ring, climbing a turnbuckle and raising his arms up in the air triumphantly. The lights stop flashing as Michael jumps down and starts pacing around the ring. Mirroring his opponent, CP also begins to square-dance around the ring. The two quickly lock up in an elbow tie up but, Smart by name and nature, he realizes the weight and strength advantage does not weight in his favour and he swiftly hooks CP in a headlock, cleverly targeting the head of the Phenomenal one which was severely weakened by The Senator, who may very well be enjoying this particular show in the comfort of his office (unless he decides to make a late appearance). CP, discomforted by the portentous arrangement, uses his body strength to propel Smart into the ropes. A sturdy elbow knocks Smart down onto the canvas and CP seeks to take control of the early proceedings by bouncing off the ropes and coming back with a running elbow smash, but Smart dodges the move with a standard drop toe hold. CP bounces back to his feet but is immediately put down again with a neckbreaker by Smart. Smart transitions into a chinlock, effectively working on the vulnerable bonce of CP. CP slowly works his way to his feet and releases the grip of his opponent with a series of elbows to the midsection. He dashes away from him and rebounds off the ropes, but only to rush into the waiting arms of Smart, who executes a satisfying belly-to-belly suplex. Smart is wise enough to appreciate that the move, whilst technically impressive, isn’t going to be enough at this early stage and he ignores the opportunity to make a cover and instead opts to consolidate his advantage.
McNally: Smart is looking to inflict further punishment onto Chris Phenomenal – and I doubt he’s the only one in the arena with that desire.
Edison: I’m sure Dave Shadow would love to be in Smart’s position right now!
He pulls CP to his feet, then uses his upper body strength to put him down with a scoop slam before applying another chinlock, wrenching the head and neck of CP. CP is slower to battle to his feet this time, but eventually breaks free of Smart’s hold. A few stiff elbows to the gut steal the breath from Smart’s lungs, but as CP attempts an over the shoulder arm drag, Smart manages to deftly land on his feet before turning and hitting a stunning DDT. Smart moves in for the cover, but CP kicks out on two.
McNally: DDT! And a near fall for Smart…who obviously scouted Phenomenal at Emperor of the Ring to take note of Chris’ afflicted skull.
Edison: The Senator really worked a number on him in that match.
Smart pulls CP to his feet and delivers a crunching backbreaker, leaving CP subdued in the middle of the ring. Smart shuffles over to the corner and hauls himself up onto the top of the turnbuckle. Attaining his balance on the top rope, he launches himself off and lands a diving headbutt, right to the forehead of Phenomenal.
McNally: The Meeting of the Minds connects as Smart drops the headbutt on Phenomenal. This could be it!
Edison: Both men are going to need an aspirin after this, that’s for sure.
Smart, understandably dazed from the clash of heads, takes a second to compose himself before making the cover. 1. 2. CP kicks out before the three.
Smart, still full of ideas, pulls CP to his feet and lifts him up for what at first appears to be a Belly to Back suplex, but he carries his opponent to the corner and sits him obediently on the top rope. It’s clear what Smart has in mind here. He climbs up behind CP and positions himself behind him for the Agony Hypothesis - a top rope German Suplex. CP is more than dangerously aware of this, though, and he fights back with some back elbows to the face of Smart, knocking him off balance and down to the canvas below. As Smart attempts to reassert himself, CP gets to his feet before cycloning off the top rope, hitting his patented Switch Blade, but from an elevated structure. Smart goes down and CP has time to draw breath.
McNally: Switch Blade from the top rope. Chris Phenomenal fighting back in this match!
Edison: I don’t think Smart knew what him!
They simultaneously get to their feet, but CP obviously has the more prominent sagacity as he exhibits by hitting an AA Spinebuster on his opponent, planting him in the middle of the ring. CP quickly rolls over into a cradle as the referee responds. 1.2. Smart just kicks out.
CP pulls Smart to his feet, absorbing new-found energy from the turning of the advantage. He assumes a traditional fighting stance before throwing a straight right to the head of the staggered Smart. A left jab follows before another right hand strikes the body. CP finishes off the sequence with a discus lariat, levelling Smart and relocating him onto the mat again. CP swoops and hooks the leg. 1. 2. Smart isn’t done yet.
Twisting his arm around his opponent’s neck, CP forces Smart to his feet in a cravate configuration. Smart has no choice but to oblige and rise to his feet. CP wrenches at first, to maintain control of his foe, before using his strength to hit a cravate suplex. Not satisfied with the impact of the whiplashing move, CP sprints to the ropes and on the return, hits a running senton onto Smart. He makes another cover, ONE, TWO; Smart just manages to kick out.
CP begins to get aggravated. He yanks Smart up to his feet and hits a fierce backdrop driver, landing Smart painfully on the back of his head and neck. CP returns to his feet and makes his way to the corner, soaking up the hostility directed at him from the crowd. He hauls himself to the top and pauses at the summit. He turns to the fans at ringside and insultingly gesticulates towards them. He turns his attention to the downed opponent in the ring before corkscrewing from the top and aiming to land a crushing senton across the body of the fallen Smart.
However, Smart is wary and chooses the precise moment to withdraw from the landing zone, sending CP crashing painfully onto the canvas. Smart wastes no time as he jumps to his feet and seizes the rubbery legs of CP - quickly locking in the Smartshooter. CP, barely conscious from the impact of the miss-fire, grimaces in agony. Phenomenals’ back, after taking so much punishment from not only his opponent, but by his own risky actions, is ruthlessly tested in the grip of Michael Smart’s favoured maneuver. He writhes and squirms under the strain, but there is no breaking this hold. Having never experienced tapping out to an opponent, the ignominy of doing just that dominates Chris’ thoughts. He endures them just as he endures the pain.
McNally: Chris Phenomenal fighting the pain…but how much can he take.
Edison: I don’t believe it! We might actually see Phenomenal tap. Where’s my camera, this is a Kodak moment!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 7, 2009 16:35:29 GMT -5
There is a reprieve, however, as the ropes hang invitingly nearby. He claws against the mat, hoping to gain as much purchase as possible to motion his mangled body towards them. He edges closer against Smart’s will. He reaches out, but a couple of inches deny him of his goal. The fans are on their feet, engrossed by this battle of endurance. Another shift of weight budges him closer still, but a stretched hand still does not reach the bottom rope. It seems to taunt him, tormenting him as it hovers dully above the apron. He withdraws his arms, wrapping them around his head, protecting himself from the temptation to tap out. His hands do touch the canvas, but only to pull himself another significant inch. He reaches out and only a resting fingertip rescues him from the hold.
McNally: Phenomenal just gets to the ropes to break the hold.
Edison: That was a close one. I thought we were going to see an ACW first right there!
Smart, whilst disappointed by this outcome, is undeterred in his resolve. He affords CP no recovery time by pulling him to his feet. He lashes a wicked knife edged chop across his chest before attempting to whip CP across the ring. CP manages to reverse and seeks to pull the rabbit out of the hat by aiming a devastating Superman Punch to the temple of the fast approaching Smart – but he ducks and wraps himself around the waist of CP and quickly hits a German Suplex. CP roars in pain as he thunders onto his worn back. He naively gets to his feet, and staggers straight into the clasp of Smart again, this time a Release Northern Lights Suplex injects more agony into the spine of Phenomenal.
Smart backs off as CP slowly struggles to his feet. Smart is ready to end this match as he signals for the Pain Equation. The crowd watch on in glee as Smart stalks from a distance, allowing CP to wander helplessly into his clutches. He applies the front face lock and hooks the leg… CP tries to counter, rolling backwards to trap Smart in a simple schoolboy, but Smart resists and pushes Phenomenal back into the pin. Phenonmenal wriggles desperately as the referee drops down: ONE! TWO! THREE!
McNally: Smart looking for the Pain Equaliser...He’s got it! What a way to grab the victory!
Edison: Wow! Phenomenal tried to dodge the bullet there, and got it in the kisser!
The ball of torsos explodes open and Chris Phenomenal quickly rolls out of the ring on the near side, shocked and more than a little pissed off. Smart, on his knees, slowly realises that he’s scored a significant win, and the crowd rises to applaud him. As for Phenomenal, the loss hurts, but he’ll learn from it and it serves as a great rehearsal for his pending International title shot.
Fade to the break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 7, 2009 16:36:07 GMT -5
One [/color][/font] Rep Michael Smart Thunder Train[/center] Fade in from black to a title card as "Requiem" by Maurice Duruflé plays slowly.January 2010 [/font][/center] The distant sound of a crowd cheering, chanting and stomping slowly adds itself to the audio track of the title. While the sound of the ecstatic crowd can be heard, barely, the title card fades to black and we then fade in to a very dark and distant place. We can vaguely see a young man's face, outlined by faint blue lights. He's crouched in to some small area, with a wooden board just above his head, as he looks down awaiting something. A voice over comes on.**Looking back on this night, I remember having a feeling of loneliness. I didn't have my mommy to hide behind anymore.An incredibly loud thump hits slightly above him as he flinches.**My palms are sweating... my chest is beating... I hate this.The sound of three taps is heard, and as he places some sort of mask over his head. The music intensifies, and he quickly climbs to the other side of the area. He stops.**This is such a mistake...We cut to the outside of the former area. We're in a packed ACW wrestling arena. The man that we had seen before climbs out from under the ring, raises his arms in the air, and screams. He wears a mask with the Italian flag colors over the head. The crowd is mostly indifferent and confused as to what is going on, but the young man continues on as if the entire crowd is cheering him on. He climbs in to the ring, which houses one unidentifiable wrestler laying on his back and Draven Rook standing up, awaiting his entrance in the ring. He slides in and runs over to Rook. Draven takes hold of his throat, and suddenly the entire scene plays out in slow motion, as the crowd noise is muted and the orchestral "Requiem" by Maurice Duruflé begins playing. The young wrestler is elevated in to the air in slow motion. He rises slowly, and then is slammed down, flat on his back as the crowd is hopping up and down, throwing their arms in the air. The referee takes forever to lower down as Draven places his foot on the young man's chest. The referee's three count translates to 9 seconds in the slow motion scene as the music plays louder.
The sound of a camera flash hits and the scene is now back to real time. The arena cheers on Draven, but we zoom in to the fallen young man, as his voice comes back.**My life was over before it even began. Why did I agree to do this? Who in their right mind would think that this was a good career path? I dropped out of college for THIS?The camera is now from a bird's eyeview, and it slowly spirals as it descends down to the fallen young man, who lays in a flat position. He slowly unties his mask laces as he lays flat on his back. We zoom in until the screen is black.
Fade in from black... the young man walks through the backstage area wearing his gimmick gear. A red, white and green singlet with "TONY CANNOLI" written on the front. He looks very shy.**My real name is Anthony. I hate being called Tony. How the hell do you even get Tony out of "Anthony?" What happened to the fucking H? In case you're wondering... no, my last name isn't really Cannoli, Sherlock Holmes. I didn't pick that name either. What a writing team we have here. Now that's creative genius. Maybe if whoever came up with that name was still writing for whatever failed sitcom they came from, it would still be on the air. Anthony passes by two female wrestlers, who stare at him in his getup. He tries to smile the pain off.*Anthony*Look at me. I am such a fucking pushover. What the FUCK am I wearing? I look like a douchebag.Anthony gets passed the women, and as he gets a few feet away from them, they break out in to laughter.*Anthony*If you haven't guessed by now, I have pretty intensely low self esteem. Strip away the gimmick and what am I? It's very pathetic. Maybe this singlet isn't so bad after all. Maybe I'm not really such a douchebag after all!Michael Smart comes out from a door in the hall and stares at Anthony.Michael SmartWhat a fucking jerk...*Anthony*Yeah... I'm a major douchebag. Oh fuck... here comes the boss.GingerdudeTony... you disappointed me tonight.AnthonyI know... I couldn't beat that guy. Especially with this mask, I can't see anything!GingerdudeIt's not that, Tony. I knew you were going to lose. Some must die so others can live... but the problem was, you weren't in to the character. You're supposed to dance! Tony Cannoli HAS to dance!*Anthony*I spent my entire life avoiding having to dance, and I got in to wrestling because there WAS no dancing. Now this motherfucker is telling me I have to dance? THERE'S NO DANCING IN WRESTLING!The inner monologue of Anthony, while being very tough, is nothing of what his outside personality is.AnthonySir... no disrespect, but I'm not entirely comfortable with...GingerdudeListen, Tony. You have to swing the hips. It's ALL in the hips! If you're not ready for this gig, I can find someone else. The singlet was cheap and the mask can fit anyone.AnthonyNo, no, no! I... I can do it. I just... I'm fine with it.GingerdudeGood news! This is good! I'll see you next week, Tony.Gingerdude walks off to talk to Draven Rook, who had destroyed Anthony earlier.*Anthony*...Fucking DOUCHE! My name is ANTHONY, asswipe! I can't believe this. I need to shower, drive home, and forget about all of this.Anthony turns the corner and bumps in to Thunder Train. Anthony nearly falls to the ground, Train stands in place.Thunder TrainWatch where you're fucking going, you stupid jobber!AnthonyI'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to...Thunder TrainFuck off shithead! Why are you even here? You're just a jobber and that's all you'll ever be!Anthony stares up at Train, who grunts and walks off angrily. Zoom in to Anthony, who stares offscreen thinking of the insults he's just heard, with an upset expression.*Anthony*...Shit.Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 7, 2009 16:36:38 GMT -5
OOC Segment: CP
So I’ve spent near two hours trying to write this and am still starring at a blank page so I figure now is the time to just let everything go. I tried to do something in character and that didn’t seem to work, I tried to summarize our history and again that didn’t really do what Senator has done for me justice. In fact I think that’s the thing that Senator has done that has meant the most for me, and for ACW as a whole and that has given us something to strive for. He devotes much of his free time to the running of this federation, reading every segment that you want to give him the best, you really don’t want to let him down. He’s set the bar high with segments that from the outside don’t necessarily appear like much, but when you read the entire story and see the thought that goes into him, you’re taken aback wishing you had the ability to do something like that.
Having had the great pleasure of working with Senny for the past three months, I’ve talked to him a lot about a variety of things, and while with some in ACW I find it very uncomfortable talking about things, but with Senny it’s like talking to my father. We share similar views in politics and many nights have stayed up way too late shooting the shit about them. MMA, boxing, FPR and a whole assortment of other things have killed a number of hours, and yet looking back at them I don’t know if I’d change them because it quite frankly has made me a better person in real life being exposed to things. In speaking to you I can honestly say that my language skills have improved from marginal to above average, the extensive vocabulary you use in every day life has helped me to express myself without resorting to favorite four letters. The way you carry yourself even in situations where it’d be much easier to Partisan Kick someone has in a way helped me change the way I look at things, even at school. I can’t honestly put my finger on one thing but knowing you and having been able to spend a number of hours of talking to you have greatly shaped me outside of ACW and for that I thank you.
Speaking writing wise, you’ve been a great help, especially with match writing with providing something for us to challenge, to try and best every time you step up to the plate and take a match. Before I was a spot monkey in my writing and now reading your works I’ve been able to work more on pace, how to set things from one spot to the next and to carry things over from early on, the “science of writing.” You have done so much for Chris, in making him what he is that I owe much of his successes to you.
I would have liked to write some epic piece on everything but again I don’t think that works well for what you do so I think there is only one way to close this off, and that is with a heartfelt thank you. For the early mornings, the late nights, the counsel, the wisdom, for being you, thank you Senator, and here’s to the fall of Obama.
James
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 7, 2009 16:48:39 GMT -5
Match 6: CROWBAR VS. BASEBALL BAT MATCH Jack Jefferson Vs. Mr. Red (Credit: AK)
We zoom back to the arena, where “Paint It Black” is fading out. The special “equipment” for tonight’s main event is at ringside, and inside the ring itself, Jack Jefferson and Mr. Red are about to face off. Main eventing this show is both an honour and a risk; the two need to demonstrate that they’re worthy of top billing. Sparks are sure to fly...
Bell Rings.
Jefferson is the first to move at the sound of the bell, and he makes his intentions well and truly clear with a swinging blow to Red, which makes the crowd cheer loudly. Jefferson continues to attack quickly and without pause; he seems to be channelling his understandable frustration at missing out on the EOTR win into showing Ginger and the crowd just why he’s main event material. Red tries to defend, but Jefferson’s determination is absolute and when Red takes a knock to the head, Jefferson is able to produce a double underhook backbreakers which sets up the first pin of the contest. Red kicks out at two, and his gaze darts to his baseball bat which is placed in front of the announce desk, a short distance from Jefferson’s crowbar. The fans in the front cheer, wanting to see a few “home runs”, but Jefferson has a point to prove before he lets any form of foreign object settle the match one way or another.
Red scrambles up, and uses a sneaky eye-poke to momentarily disable Jefferson. The ref, however, spots this and reprimands Red, giving Jefferson a crucial couple of seconds to recover. As Red is protesting his innocence, Jefferson lunges at him and tackles him to the ground; the two grapple on the mat, and Red surprises a few people by managing to shift Jefferson into a pin situation. The count doesn’t reach 2, but it re-invigorates Red, who is first to his feet and is able to deliver a series of lifting knees to Jefferson before whipping him into the ropes. Jefferson rebounds and Red goes for a dropkick, but Jefferson drops into a baseball slide to avoid it. Red looks annoyed and can be seen mouthing “that’s MY move!” which amuses the crowd no end; Jefferson responds by making a “Batter up!” gesture and goading Red into an attack. Red duly rushes forward and Jefferson swings; but Red dodges it with impressive agility, gets behind Jefferson, runs up and uses the turnbuckle to launch himself into a flip which takes Jefferson by surprise and drives him to the mat. Red pins opportunistically and gets another near-2 count for his trouble.
Jefferson rolls Red off of him; Red keeps rolling, right out of the ring, and too late Jefferson realises his mistake. Red rushes over and grabs the – crowbar?
With his pitching arm, Red hurls the crowdbar as far out into the aisle as he can, before grabbing his bat. Grinning, he confronts Jefferson, who is also now outside the ring; Jefferson is forced to weave and duck as Red tries to clobber him. Red almost traps his foe against the crowd barrier, but Jefferson evades at the last second and Red’s bat gets caught in the rails. Jefferson punches the exposed Red, who has to let the bat go for a moment to fight back; blows are exchanged, and Jefferson is sent backward by a sharp elbow. Triumphant, Red manages to pull his bat free... and as he menaces Jefferson, Jack coolly extends his hand and his crowbar is placed neatly into it by the last person in a long chain of fans who have passed it hand-over-hand to get it back to ringside. There is a huge pop, and Red gives Jefferson the “come on” signal before rolling back into the ring...
The final part of the match is short and brutal. Red scores two or three body hits with his bat, and almost KOs his opponent with a glancing blow to the head, but Jefferson deflects Red away and knows exactly where to attack. He strikes Red’s wrist where he is holding the bat; Red yelps and drops his weapon, and thankfully Jefferson dispenses with the crowbar, preferring to end things with his Blizzard Suplex. Red takes the full impact, right on to his own dropped weapon. It’s too much for the brave Red to take, and the 3 count is a formality.
Philip: Here is your winner... Jack Jefferson!
Jefferson stands up groggily, and looks down at Red, who is well and truly out of it. The crowd roars their approval; and Jefferson raises his arms, his spirits also gaining altitude.
The new ACW schedule has got off to a strong start... now it’s up to the roster to build the momentum. Samhain is just around the corner...
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by The Senator on Oct 7, 2009 17:55:57 GMT -5
I should have my own, longer statement here to thank you all for your kindness, but the words elude me at this point, and let it suffice to say for tonight(or at least for the hour) that your surprise was quite moving, and well, surprising. Congratulations, ACW, you finally caught me at a loss for words:)
And if this is how Wednesday Night Warfare is going to be, I think we made the right call, excellent stuff all around.
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