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Post by Jonny Spade on Oct 28, 2009 15:30:58 GMT -5
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Run Away vs. Josh the Jersey Boy
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Trent Wheeler Vs. The Ringleader
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Lilith Dormieux vs. The Red Panther vs. VorteX If Panther or Dormieux win, they receive an Entertainment title shot on the first Warfare after Samhain.
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Jack Jefferson Vs. Michael Smart Special Guest Commentator-Dan White
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MAIN EVENT Dave Shadow and High Roller vs. Chris Phenomenal and Jonny Spade
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Post by Jonny Spade on Oct 28, 2009 15:31:29 GMT -5
Title: Laying Down the Law Credit: Dave Shadow, Chris Phenomenal and Senator
The scene opens in the offices of the esteemed Chairman Gingerdude, Dave Shadow sitting in a chair leafing through a document. Dave reaches the last page before placing the contract on the desk as the door to the office opens and Senator Steve Phillps limps in. The Chairman looks up into his face, genuinely surprised at the intrusion.
Gingerdude: Steve, to what do I owe the honor?
Senator looks at Gingerdude before stepping forward with the cane, limping towards the desk before taking a seat.
Senator: I just figured you would likely forget to tell Mr. Shadow what will happen if he does put pen to that contract..
Dave turns around, having ignored the entrance up until this point and looks at Senator, the graying hair still neatly combed, the suit as immaculate as ever.
Dave Shadow: Don't tell me. You're here to tell me what Chris is going to do if I go through with this match, probably verbatum to his earlier speeches. Senator, listen. I’ve beaten him before, I knocked him out of the Emperor of the Ring tournament if you don’t recall. I’m not afraid of Chris Phenomenal. In fact, quite the opposite. I’m embracing the chance to do something for ACW, to rid it of scum like him. Something that you could never do.
The affront to his character doesn’t faze Senator, who just smiles at Dave Shadow before picking up the document off the table, quickly leafing through it murmuring to himself.
Senator: Match will be contested under one fall to a finish. Champions rights are in tact, count-out or disqualification will not result in a title change.
Senator quickly scans the final page before dropping it and turning to Gingerdude.
Senator: A standard rematch contract, all the legalese tied up I presume so as to not present some form of legal backlash?
Gingerdude shakes his head in agreement as Senator turns back towards Dave Shadow.
Senator: Now I am certain that you know exactly what this contract entails, a standard match, no extra rules or sanctions, contested for the ACW International Championship. However, once this is exhausted, when Chris Phenomenal walks out with the title, he will no longer be obligated to face you in any form of competition with his International Title on the line.
Dave Shadow: I’m sorry, I believe you meant if Chris Phenomenal walks out with the title.
Senator: No, I believe I was correct in saying when. You have yet to beat Chris Phenomenal in singles competition, at any level…
Dave Shadow: I beat him a month ago.
Senator: Quite truthfully Dave, you did not “beat” Chris Phenomenal. Sure the record book may read that you pinned him successfully to advance but you know in your heart of hearts that he was on the end of a poorly called match, right down to the finish where referee Keiji Makabe missed the hand on the ropes.
Dave Shadow: And this is different than what happened two weeks ago when he knocked me out with brass knuckles?
Senator: I did not see any brass knuckles used, all I saw was that you left yourself wide open to a well placed punch. You did not come prepared for the hands of Chris Phenomenal to be used like that and it cost you the match.
Dave Shadow: Whatever. At Samhain, I’m going to pin Chris Phenomenal in the center of the ring, 1 - 2 - 3. I’m not going to allow any controversy in this match and I’m going to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am better than Chris Phenomenal. I’m going to repay him ten fold for the pain he caused me to suffer and then take MY International Championship back. And then? Then, I’m going to head into Winters Discontent and become the first ever person to hold the International and the Heavyweight Championship at the same time.
Senator looks at Dave, smiling almost, as Dave puts the pen to the paper signing the contract next to the name of Chris Phenomenal, sealing the deal for Samhain. Knowing what is in store, Senator gets up to his feet and heads for the door before Gingerdude calls him back.
Gingerdude: Oh, Steve, before you go I thought I’d let you know. I’m also barring you from ringside at Samhain.
With that, the face of Phillips bugs out as he turns around, but before he can get anywhere he is interrupted by the security force of ACW, coming to get the flustered elder statesmen. Fighting as he yells at Gingerdude, it takes a few seconds before security gains control, dragging him out of the office as Dave Shadow looks on and the scene fades away.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Oct 28, 2009 15:31:45 GMT -5
Match 1: Run Away vs. Josh the Jersey Boy
"Black or White" plays and Reggie Rawls dances down too the ring, getting booed but he is oblivious too it.
Edison: I thought we got rid of this guy?
Maxwell: Apparently people like too see him get beaten down.
Edison: Can't argue with that!
"United We Stand" by Threat Signal hits the arena and the fans begin to cheer as Run Away bursts out from behind the curtain and looks around. He soon forms a psychotic grin on his face and tugs at his beard before running down the ramp, tagging the hands of the fans. Run Away soon goes around the ringside area, continuing with his high fives before hopping onto the ring apron. He soon runs to the nearest turnbuckle and ascends to the second turnbuckle, tugging at his beard with another crazy smile. Run Away enters the ring and does some last minute stretching before the match begins.
DING DING DING
Rawls backs away, apparently not wanting to fight the beast Run Away. However that is not his choice as Run Away charges in, clotheslining Reggie and crushing him into the corner. Run Away stomps Rawls across the chest repeatedly before lifting him up. Run Away whips Reggie toward the opposite corner and runs after him but Rawls jumps onto the second rope and then back over Run Away. Run Away turns and is dropped by a drop toe hold. Rawls turns this into an STF, grounding the bigger man. Rawls pulls hard, choking out Run Away. However Run Away is not going out that easily as he breaks the hold by pulling Reggies arm away. The two get up and trade punches. After a few punches are traded Rawls covers his face too avoid damage to his face paint. Rawls backs away into the corner, sitting on the second buckle to try and stop Run Away smashing his entire face in! Surprisingly Rawls has a decent block, stopping Run Away doing any damage.
Edison: Oh come on, we all know it's you Josh! Stop covering up and fight like you are paid too!
Run Away hits Josh with alternating left and right clubs but can't break his block. Run Away grabs Reggie by the leg and pulls him off the turnbuckle but receives a boot to the jaw, knocking him down. As Run Away gets up Reggie runs at the ropes, jumps on them and comes back, flattening Run Away with a springboard body press! Reggie covers, getting two before being thrown off. Run Away growls and runs at Reggie, picking him up in an airplane spin. After this Run Away puts down Rawls and then hits him with a Samoa drop, completing the Blue Eskimo! Run Away covers, getting two. RA lifts Josh but gets a low blow. Run Away stumbles back to the ropes, bounces off and gets hit with a Tribute For MJ, a death valley driver. Instead of covering Reggie hits the RR Presents Moonwalker (Rawls does the Moonwalk then does a split legged leg drop to Run Away) first, then pins, getting a 2.5. The crowd cheers the kickout as Run Away stands, beats his chest and roars.
Maxwell: You gone done it now!
Edison: I would NOT like to be in there with Run Away now.
Reggie backs away a bit but gets some brutal chops laid into him. He falls into the ropes and receives an Irish whip, getting hit with the Sandwich-plex (double arm souplex) on the rebound. The crowd cheer as Run Away stomps Reggie on the head and chest. Run Away then lifts Rawls, picks him up and throws him over the top rope to the floor. A few seconds later Rawls rolls in and sucker punches Run Away in the face before dancing. The ref breaks them up and yells at Rawls for the illegal punch, but before he tells the two to fight Run Away charges in, booting Rawls in the chest. Slowly Rawls gets up and is grabbed by Run Away. Rawls is pulled up into a powerbomb by Run Away, who turns, runs and hits the Running Amok, a sitdown powerbomb pin. Run Away pins, winning!
Warfare winner: Run Away!
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Post by Jonny Spade on Oct 28, 2009 15:32:29 GMT -5
A CORNUCOPIA OF OPPORTUNITY Draven Rook It’s a cold, rainy night in Danbury Connecticut and through the recent transmission that we heard at Emperor of the Ring, the familiar voice of an American male and British male are heard once again. This is the sound of none other than top wrestling tandem Danny Mainer and Raymond King once again inseparable in their quest to make a quick buck. But these two, far from the wrestling ring are no longer in Japan and are in fact in Danbury planning to commit some high-end theft from an engineering company. Sat in the front seat of a rusty, old meat delivery van in a dark and dank alleyway in the CBD of Danbury, the lights are off and Danny doesn’t seem to be too happy to be here. What they are doing now is a bold move and should anything fuck up there’s a good likelihood that the two of them will end up incarcerated or arrested so there really is no room for error.
Raymond grins with satisfaction, extremely happy that he has the easy job of the getaway driver of this butcher van even though he has to wear a surgical white butchers outfit and sit in a putrid-scented van giving off the stench of dead cow and spilt blood despite there being no animal corpses in the storage van.Danny Mainer: “So, why’re we doing this again?”Raymond King: “Simply put, due to their human rights mistreatments in the way they collect natural resources, Syzygy Engineering is struggling to establish a home-base in mainstream USA. Nobody knows the true extent of what they do but if elected senatorial candidate Richard Lambert will allow them to establish an American headquarters in Stamford, however the problem with that is that they’re not too keen on Connecticut and Richard wants a repayment in the form of funding for his campaign. Richard is established in the community but Kevin Ryan is just at the PR thing constantly. So, in order to give Richard the financial backing right into Capitol Hill we need to score any dirt on Syzygy that we can.”Danny Mainer: “Right. About that. Are we getting paid for this?”Raymond King: “Yes indeed, once the advertising is done any money left over from Syzygy’s donation goes directly to us and we receive a bonafide lump for our efforts as soon as Richard is elected into power. Simply put, we’re his problem solvers. Or rather, YOU are his problem solver, I’m just the middle-man with the intelligence and the know-how to put things like this together. Anyways, tonight we’ll be stealing some critical research from a rival company. In this office is a dossier containing blueprints and notes on the construction of some fantastic new technology which will make a mint.”Danny Mainer: “And our job is to steal it. Why?” Raymond King: “The trade-off to them would give us the cash for his campaign and a life-long friend with Syzygy.” Danny Mainer: “Security?” Raymond King: “None. To call Morgan’s Mechanics a rival company to Syzygy Engineering is a massive, MASSIVE and frankly unrealistic compliment. They chanced upon this, as a local company and it’s their ticket to the big time but so as not to draw attention to themselves they’ve left security at a low. However, we have a man on the inside.” Danny Mainer: “Well that’s just ass-slappin’ good, now tell me why we’re in a butchers van? I think it’s a little random for a job like this.” The scene pans out and in the back of the van you can see bloody hooks dangling from the ceiling in an icy white rear. Blood literally coats the walls of the back of the van and Raymond himself is wearing a car-crash white outfit, hat and hairnet to complete his disguise. Danny himself is wearing a beige suit with a black tie though he wears it with some disdain in this particular vehicle of choice.Raymond King: “Favour for a friend of mine who works for Scotland’s Meatworks in the next city along, this thing is destined to break down soon and they want to collect insurance on it. Two birds with one stone if we bomb the fucker at the end of it.” Danny Mainer: “Oh well that’s just great. Theft AND Arson? This is a hell of a career for me huh?” Raymond King: “Well where else are you gonna’ get paid this much for being athletically gifted? You’re too old for the Olympics...” Danny Mainer: “ACW will take me back...” Raymond King: “Like fuck they will mate, you left with a world title shot, tried to come back and when you had that shot they would’ve let you.” Danny Mainer: “But then it got fucking burgled by some shit swine.” Raymond King: “Yup, so now they won’t even look at you. Are you gonna’ spend all night complaining or are you gonna’ get on with it?” Danny Mainer: “I sometimes wish Ginger never introduced me to you, it’s not like I have mental problems anymore.” Raymond King: “Awh, ain’t that sweet loverboy. I score a ridiculous amount of gash because of you and you make top money, this works for both of us now shut the fuck up and go steal those files.” Danny Mainer: “Ugh, fuck my life.” Danny quickly pulls a balaclava over his head and draws a micro-uzi which he has absolutely no intentions to use on a person whatsoever. The screen fades black and Raymond sits tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, alone now in the driving seat of his van. From the van stereo the sounds of Aerosmith play gently as he bides his time waiting for the signal. He holds a walky-talky in one hand waiting for a signal to come through. Finally, as the solo of an instrumental of “Walk this Way” kicks in the sounds of gunshots rings in heavy through the headset. The heavy drilling of the Micro-Uzi can be heard.Danny Mainer (speaking Japanese): “No security my ass! This place is strapped!” Raymond King (speaking Japanese): “Do you have the dossier? Can you see a large circular window?” Danny Mainer (speaking Japanese): “Yeah?!” Raymond King (speaking Japanese): “Take a leap of faith, count to ten in your head the moment I stop speaking and jump on through to the other side.” Danny Mainer (speaking Japanese): “Are you kidding me?! That’s like a thirty foot drop! I’ll die!” Raymond King (in Japanese): “Not if I’m there to catch you. Over and out.” With that, Raymond jams the key in the ignition and punches the acceleration as he pulls out of the dark alleyway in which the van was parked and speeds out into the night. Cutting a tight corner, he burns around into the next street and heads straight towards the target building counting ten inside his head. It happens in slow-motion grace as the glass shatters and taking an enormous leap of faith he soars through the air, briefcase in hand his legs kicking and flailing as he screams in Japanese seemingly hurtling towards his death. As he heads towards the solid concrete ground even Raymond begins to doubt the security of his escape route but with a loud, clunky metal thud Danny lands safely on the roof of the truck as he scrambles for a grip.
As men with guns appear at the broken window firing wildly at the truck, Danny clings onto the roof of the truck for dear life, winded by the impact as Raymond turns another corner. On a long, straight road now Mainer lets go and slips down the back clinging on to a rail bolted on above the door. Danny carefully opens the back door as a bullet comes perilously close to pinging him in the back, finally slipping in and shutting the door behind him as the truck speeds off into the night.Danny Mainer: “I fucking hate you Ray... I fucking HATE you. You lied to me you son of a bitch! You told me there was nobody there!” Raymond King: “All in a days work, babycakes. Now let’s go blow this van up and collect our cash, I could damn well do for forcing down some pancakes. All this driving lark makes me hungry! Did you kill anyone?” Danny Mainer: “No! Of course not, I had to use a shit load of covering fire. I mean, FUCK man, I am not arms-trained!” Raymond King: “In due time my boy. I’ve told Richard to speak to his contacts about that and he said he’s gonna’ find you a personal trainer. Says he has someone close to the family that’s going to help you out.” Danny Mainer: “Someone with the connections of Richard Lambert training me in how to use a gun? I DREAD to think of what kind of man that is.” Raymond King: “You and me both partner... you and me both.” And with that, sirens start to blare as the scene comes to a close. Mainer pulls off the balaclava with a sigh of relief, still panting after the action that just commenced as they speed off into the night, dossier in hand. Just before it comes completely to a close, Danny pulls out his Motorola RAZR and sees 1 new message from an unknown number. He opens it and scans it briefly.
FADE
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Post by Jonny Spade on Oct 28, 2009 15:32:49 GMT -5
Title: No One Is Normal Anymore Credit: Trent Wheeler
Recorded after the October 21st Warfare.
Wheeler is sitting in the locker room on a steel folding chair, exhausted from his match with Lilith Dormieux. He is slowly unlacing his boots so he can go to the Hilton and just sleep. Wheeler's mind has been racing ever since Anderson mentioned Him, and his tiring match with Lilith didn't help calm him. Wheeler contemplated what the Boss could possibly want with him, but could come up with nothing except that he wanted to make him suffer for leaving The Wolves.
Wheeler had been told that he would be facing The Ringleader next week. Wheeler had been thinking of all the people he had faced in his time here. It started out normal, at least as normal as it can be at ACW. Wheeler clasped his hands together and stared at the floor.
Trent Wheeler: You know, I'd had so much on my mind tonight. I had to worry about facing a girl inslaved, and had to worry about the demented man controlling her. I won the match yeah, but I couldn't break his control on her. And of course I didn't want to leave it like that, but now I have no other choice. You see, it has been brought to my attention that my former...boss is watching me. Knowing him, everything I do, he notices. He knows I'm here, and he doesn't like it.
Wheeler shifts uneasily in his chair, maybe because of the cold steel, maybe because of the weight on his mind.
Trent Wheeler: Okay okay, back to business. Back to why I'm here. Next week, I face The Ringleader, yet another psycho here in ACW. What the hell is going on around here? First, I faced VorteX. Anybody who saw our encounter back stage knows how weird he was, but I'm not so sure about him. Maybe he was just trying to get in my head, whatever. Then tonight, we have Lilith, who's mind is possesed by Draven Rook, who says he's on some mission from God, or something like that, I wouldn't know, I tune that guy out.
Wheeler stands up and walks over to the lockers. He opens one and takes out a ticket that reads, "FreakShow: Admit One." He holds it up to the camera and rips it in half.
Trent Wheeler: And this brings us to next week, where I get to see the FreakShow. Now, there must be something in the water here cause The Ringleader is one of the weirdest women I've ever seen...well in wrestling at least. And why did you put this ticket in my locker? Think it messes with my mind? No! After two weeks of ACW, you get use to it. So Ringleader, bring it on bitch!
Wheeler scatters the remains of the ticket, not once thinking of the possiblity that it was placed there be someone else.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Oct 28, 2009 15:33:04 GMT -5
Title: Sending a Message Credit: Chris Phenomenal and Dave Shadow The scene opens in the backstage area, the focus on Chris Phenomenal, a steel chair in one hand, a backpack slung over his shoulder and in the other hand a large sledgehammer. As he continues down the hallway he strolls past a few of the locker rooms; VorteX, Jonny Spade, Biff Wellington? As he turns a small corner however, the next locker room is one that is all to familiar. Four months ago, he slipped into it un-noticed while it’s owner was busy confronting Alicia Laureano. Later, once he returned, he sprung, the very same steel chair slung over his shoulder used to bludgeon the man into a coma. He stops in front of the locker room of Dave Shadow, snickering to himself. Chris turns the handle and finds it locked, smiling, knowing that his task is not going to be that easy. As he sizes up the door, he drops the steel chair and the backpack, making sure that no one is around before swinging the sledge hammer back and through, connecting with the door, splintering the wood finish. A glimmer in his eye sparks as he sees the cracks, much like those that have come to his life since the attack. Still no closer to recovering Paige despite four months of fulfilling obligations, ending the lives of ten men and harming countless others. As he takes the Sledgehammer back and swings through, the anger that always lurks inside comes out, sheer rage adding strength to the blow as he comes through the wood finish into the other side of the door. The third blow allows him through, a small hole formed. With the foundation weakened, the house comes crumbling down, blow after blow sending more cracks through and chunks out of the door. Finally, Chris, with one final blow of the Sledgehammer, is able to knock the door in enough, the metal plating keeping it in tact with the wall, but the hole plenty large enough to slip through. Chris throws the Sledgehammer through to the other side, before stuffing the backpack and steel chair into the room as well, before ducking in himself. On the other side, Chris looks around at the entire of Dave Shadow’s locker room, a framed portrait of him holding the International Title at Omega Effect V on one wall, a flat screen TV mounted on the wall hooked to an X-Box 360, ACW Omega Effect lying on top of it. On the other wall is a sofa, as well as a massage table and a few other amenities, bar fridge, microwave and an assortment of other video games. Gazing at the excess, Chris shakes his head, his cheeks turning even redder, the anger continuing to rage as Chris bends over and grabs the sledgehammer. Looking around for the first object of his anger, Chris settles for the picture of Dave holding HIS International Title, pin wheeling the sledgehammer into it, the glass frame shattering into a thousand pieces, the base of the frame falling off the wall as the paper floats down, before landing on the floor. Chris looks at the X-Box and the window that he had used to escape after assaulting Shadow and sends the sledge through the window, shattering the glass before grabbing the X-Box and hurling it out of the window, flying into the back parking lot right in front of a speeding car that hits it, bumping into the air but shattering it into pieces. The TV is next for Chris who with one shot from the Sledgehammer sends the luminous display inwards, rendering it useless as Chris kicks the wall, crumpling it inwards. Chris takes a moment to breathe inward, the rage calming down as he looks at the destruction he has caused before heading towards the couch. He takes a seat, kicking open the bar fridge and grabbing an Irn Bru, cracking it open and tilting it back, the liquid flowing down his gullet as Chris takes half a can down in one gulp. Sizing everything up, Chris grabs the sledgehammer again and sends it into the top of the bar fridge and then the back rendering, the cooling unit useless, as he sips back the rest of the Irn Bru and resumes his destruction, using the microwave as a golf ball, one mighty swing cracking the back end of it. Chris drops the sledgehammer again and throws the microwave and the bar fridge and throws them into the wall, the contents of the fridge spilling out onto the floor. Satisfied with the destruction, Chris reaches into the backpack and pulls out a the battered head of mannequin, splintered in places and coated in blood. Chris grabs the dented steel chair and places the head on top of it, exactly like four months ago when the real thing lay their. Chris is not done there however, as he reaches in again and pulls out a can of red spray paint. Going to the far wall with the window, Chris rattles the can before going to work, spraying the far right wall for about thirty seconds before standing back and admiring his work. Satisfied, Chris grabs up the backpack and the sledgehammer and ducks out of the room, the scene fading to the spray painted wall.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Oct 28, 2009 15:33:24 GMT -5
Creating Entertainment [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] The camera fades in to a shot of the bustling ACW arena, fans pouring in and out of their seats, using all available time in between the action to fulfill their needs. A minute or so passes with this wide shot of the crowd fixed on the camera, before a sudden pyro rocks the building and “Out of the Ashes” hits.
The world turns to gray, a couple of people fall down the stairs from the surprise entrance, and Vortex comes walking out of the backstage area with his ladder slung over one shoulder. The music continues, and Vortex surveys the crowd before making his way down to the ring.
Instead of setting the ladder on the ground, or even sliding it under the ropes, Vortex chooses to instead vault the ladder over the top of the ropes and watch it bounce around inside of the ring before coming to a halt. Vortex follows his ladder…by vaulting himself over the ropes and bouncing around the ring before getting up, grabbing a microphone and waiting for the lights to come back on. Vortex: Stay a while…and listen.The crowd cheers and the few fans that had fallen down the stairs are helped up by ACW security, while Vortex begins pacing the ring. Vortex: As you all know, this evening I have been booked in a Triple Threat match for a Number One Contender’s shot at my title. A large pop from the crowd, and a ‘Let’s Go Vortex!’ chant begins in the arena. Vortex waits for a few moments for the noise to die down before continuing.Vortex: I don’t mind competing, but this kind of screws my plans for a ladder match at Samhain. The cheering turns to booing, and Vortex shakes his head and looks down at the mat. Vortex: I know, I’m as bummed as you are. I’ve been trying all month to get someone to man up and challenge me, and all I am rewarded with is this party killer of a match. Let’s face it, it’s not logical to face me at Samhain with this match in place tonight. This doesn’t mean there won’t be a ladder match though, I don’t care if I have to pull a random fan out of the audience…we’re having one! The previously silent crowd is silent no longer, and many people are on their feet cheering as they have been waiting to see Vortex compete in such a match…after all his signature weapon IS the ladder.Vortex: While the thought of a Ladder match obviously excites you people, I am far more concerned with this triple threat tonight. If I win it, then I don’t have to defend my title, and while I don’t mind defending my title, I’d rather not defend it after a Ladder match. So, I’m going to break down my opponents...and instead of going off to some random corner of ACW to shoot a promo of me sitting in a room brooding about them, I am going to break them down right here, right now! The crowd cheers…because everyone loves breakdowns.Vortex: First up…Draven Rook! Some random guy in the audience near the ring stands up and yells ‘but you aren’t facing him!’Vortex: I was wondered why he was billed as Lilith on the card! I thought we had a cross-dresser on our hands, however apparently we have another coward! Another pop from the crowd, as they all know where this is going.Vortex: I’ve faced cowards before…one of the biggest being The Reprobate. The curious thing about Draven is, he’s no ordinary coward. He is followed by that wonderful young woman who thinks she is a damn cat! Some mild laughter from the crowd and then more laughter as Vortex flips on his back in the middle of the ring imitating a cat playing with a ball of yarn. Vortex (still on back): Normally I don’t beat women…however this one is…MEOW! Vortex kips up into a stalking position, with his hand extended like a cats claws.Vortex: This one is…just not normal! As Vortex returns to a standing position, he receives a mixed reaction of laughter and cheering.Vortex: You know what’s really beautiful about this…I’m also wrestling The Red Panther tonight! Before Vortex can elaborate further, a few audible chuckles are heard as some of the bright ones in the arena just put two and two together.Vortex: That’s right…another wannabe cat! Maybe Panther can bring Winner down here so he can babble in third person at Draven! Two for one Entertainment right there! I’ll whoop ass in the ring, and you all can sit back and laugh at Draven trying to convert Winner into a sex slave! As Vortex is speaking he is also elaborating with his body throwing punches and kicks. This causes the crowd to burst into full-blown laughter, then clapping, and finally cheering.Vortex: Alas, my breakdown is complete. Tonight I shall be fending off…some cats. Instead of merely talking about them…I should be… Vortex suddenly vaults over the ropes with the microphone, landing on his feet outside.Vortex: GETTING RABIES SHOTS! Vortex throws the microphone backwards and runs full tilt towards the back screaming ‘RABIEEEEEES!’. The microphone lands in the ring and creates a few large popping sounds as it comes to a rest. As the camera fades out, the crowd’s laughter echoes off into the darkness.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Oct 28, 2009 15:33:42 GMT -5
Building Bridges Jack Jefferson / Jonny Hughes
Warfare is still in its infancy but that doesn’t mean the crowd aren’t in full voice already. Many have been hanging around outside the arena for well up to an hour before the show kicked off, excitedly chattering amongst themselves and chanting for their favourite wrestlers. Now that the show is under way fever pitch is close to being reached and everyone in attendance is extremely keen to see what’s going to occur, especially so close to Samhain.
The speakers burst into life, the crowd with it, as “Cult of Personality” by Living Colour booms throughout the arena. Jonny Hughes struts through the curtains and onto the stage to a chorus of boos from the crowd, in his hand he holds a mysterious package. Hughes smiles, so used to the negative reaction at this point that he barely even notices anymore, and makes his way down to the ring. He tosses the package through the ropes before following it through and requesting a microphone. He doesn’t begin to talk until he’s confident that he has the full attention of those in attendance.
Hughes: Last week I ran into an old friend of mine, Jack Jefferson. It’s been a while since the days of The Empire and I can’t say Jack and I had kept in touch. Unfortunately, Jack seems to have become a little bit crazy in this time and what I intended to be a friendly exchange got very heated very quickly, I’m surprised we didn’t end up in a fist fight.
He’s interrupted by a cheer that seems to ripple all around the crowd, like a verbal Mexican wave. They’re not cheering for Jefferson, or Hughes for that matter, more the prospect of them beating the pulp out of each other. It’s a completely win/win situation.
Hughes: ...yeah. Anyway, I was thinking this over and I realised it was a shame that’s how things had to go. Just because Jack has set his eyes on Dan and the World Title doesn’t mean there should be any animosity between us. We were, after all, good friends a mere six months ago, we even teamed together, and it’d be a shame if we couldn’t at least be civil. So, I decided to take it upon myself to rebuild this bridge and repair the broken relations between us. So, Jack, could you come down here please?
There is a sense of anticipation brewing in the crowd as they gaze up towards the stage. Jack Jefferson, after all, is quite the unpredictable character and has the tendency to fly off the handle with seemingly little provocation. Maybe they’ll get to see a brawl after all? It’s a good thirty seconds, as Hughes waits patiently in the centre of the ring, until there is any activity whatsoever.
Jefferson’s arrival is announced by “Paint it Black” playing loudly through the speakers and accompanied by deafening boos as he finally emerges, looking less than impressed. He doesn’t waste any time whatsoever, striding down the ramp with intent and rolling into the ring. He rises to his feet and stares at Hughes, clearly mouthing “I don’t have time for this” but being drowned out by the loud boos.
Hughes: Before you say anything Jack, I wanted to give you this.
He tosses the package to Jefferson, who catches it. He doesn’t, however, look overly impressed, looking at the package with confusion and distrust plastered all over his face.
Hughes: Just a token gesture to show that there’s no hard feelings. Open it up.
Reluctantly, Jefferson tears the wrapping paper off and reveals what appears to be a shirt. It takes Jefferson a second to register what he is holding but when he does his eyes bulge, his jaw clenches, and his face turns an odd shade of purple as he shakes with rage. The token gesture, now held in Jefferson’s tightly clenched fists, is a Manchester United shirt with “Jefferson 1” printed on the back. Frozen to the spot with rage, Jefferson stares at the shirt he holds up in front of himself. He seems unable to take in just exactly what Hughes has presented him with.
On the other side of the shirt, unseen to Jefferson, Hughes smirks in the knowledge that he’s achieved the exact reaction he was looking for. Quick as a flash, he bursts forward a nails Jefferson with The Roaring Elbow, catching him directly in the forehead and knocking him off his feet. Hughes re-adjusts the shirt so it’s draped across Jefferson’s face as he is on the mat before bringing the mic up to his lips to rub salt into the wound.
Hughes: Disproving your “best of The Empire” theory and converting you from the blue to the red side of Manchester in one fell swoop...because you know that I can!
The smirk returns to Hughes’ face as he exits the ring and struts up the ramp, extremely proud of himself. The fans are in disarray, completely unsure of how to react. Many are cheering wildly at Jefferson’s humiliation but many are booing the fact that Hughes has come out of the situation completely unscathed. In the ring, Jefferson has untangled himself from the Man Utd shirt covering his face and has leapt to his feet. He roars in unbridled rage as he sees Hughes slipping through the curtain. He screws the shirt into a ball and hurls it to the mat, proceeding to repeatedly and furiously stomp on it whilst bellowing a long string of expletives. He finishes this outburst by spitting onto the shirt before exiting the ring and storming up the ramp, a scowl well and truly fixed on his face.
It hasn’t been a great start to the evening for Jefferson. Not only has someone presented him with a personalised shirt of the football team he detests more than any other but Jonny Hughes has gotten one up. He’ll surely be hoping there’s some truth in the D:ream classic from the 90’s and that Things truly Can Only Get Better.
Fade to Black
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Post by Jonny Spade on Oct 28, 2009 15:34:27 GMT -5
Match 2: Trent Wheeler Vs. The Ringleader As we return from a commercial break we see both wrestlers in the ring and with bell just rung they go at it to get this match under way.The Ringleader is circling around Wheeler. He follows her movement and is at the ready. Ringleader moves towards Wheeler and locks-up with him. Wheeler overpowers her and sends her flying backwards. She looks at him and gets back up. Again she puts her hand up for a lock-up. As Wheeler goes to grab her hand, she gives him a hard slap. He slowly walks away, smiling while he holds his face. Wheeler turns around and charges The Ringleader. She sees him coming. She throws her arm around him, and turns, locking in the sleeper hold on the hot-headed Wheeler, but it's too early for that. Wheeler picks her up, and delivers a high-angled sidewalk slam. Both are able to get back to their feet with relative quickness. Wheeler attempts a roundhouse kick, but The Ringleader ducks it. The Ringleader goes for one as well, but to the torso. Wheeler grabs her leg, but she is able to wrench it free and deliver a spinning sidekick. It rocks Wheeler. The Ringleader keeps up the offense, causing Wheeler to slowly lose his ground until he is at the ropes. The ref gets between them to break it up. The Ringleader backs up, but as Wheeler drops his guard, she gives him another hard slap. Wheeler pushes The Ringleader back and attempts a Flash Kick (Jumping Big Boot) but The Ringleader dodges it, sweeping Wheeler's feet out from under him. He quickly rolls to the side and gets up before she can do more. Wheeler slaps himself in hopes to calm himself down as The Ringleader moves in. Wheeler lunges out and grabs The Ringleader by the hair and whips her into the corner. He runs at her and attempts a shoulder block, but The Ringleader kicks him and locks her legs around his head. She goes over the top rope but Wheeler unlocks her legs and she goes tumbling to the ground. Wheeler is letting his emotions get the best of him. The slaps have made him angry. He goes to the outside and picks The Ringleader up for a samoan drop. 1! Wheeler drops her down to the ground below. Both are injure in the fall. 2! 3! Wheeler has gotten back up to his feet. He pulls The Ringleader up. 4! She slaps him yet again and tires to get into the ring, but Wheeler pulls her back out in anger, and throws her into the barricade. 5! 6! Wheeler has let his rage get the best of him. He rips the steel steps away from the post and pulls The Ringleader to her feet. 7! 8! Wheeler picks her up and is about to deliver a Meet The Ground (Wheelbarrow Facebuster) to the steps, but she turns it into a bulldog. Both go crashing down on the steps. 9! Wheeler is out. The Ringleader is crawling towards the ring and begins to pull herself in. 10! No! She doesn't make it! Both participants have been counted out. No Contest
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Post by Jonny Spade on Oct 28, 2009 15:35:20 GMT -5
Title: White Noise? Credit: Trent Wheeler
Wheeler is exhausted from his brutal match with The Ringleader. He is walking up the ramp when suddenly the lights turn red. Wheeler stops and looks around. Nobody knows what is going on. Then, the sound of a howling wolf plays throughout the arena. Wheeler runs back to the ring, ready for a fight. The howling stops and the lights change back to normal. Wheeler looks pissed. He calls for a mic.
Trent Wheeler: I hear you! I hear you! Boss why don't you actually come out here and face me! Fight me. Don't sent your little goons against me like you've tried in the past. Face me yourself. And stop with these mind games. They don't faze me anymore.
Wheeler drops the mic and stares around the arena for awhile before leaving.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Oct 28, 2009 15:35:40 GMT -5
Segment: The return of the crazy one! (Credit: Run Away) As we come back from the commercial break and/or match that precedes this promo, Run Away is seen on camera, in his ring gear and ready to fight. And also ready to tell a story, apparently.Run Away: WASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSUP everyone?! As you all know, my name is Run Away! And I would like to apologize to those who were wondering where I was last week! Well, after my match, I wanted to give you all a speech about how committed I was to this sport! However, it turns out someone had some unfinished business... Suddenly, the scene shifts to the backstage from a week before. Run Away goes through the curtain after his match against Alex Trixer. A stagehand is there to congratulate him on his victory.
Stagehand: Hey, good show out there, Run Away. Ready for a promo?
Run Away: Sure, might as well. Got a big speech planned here and whatnot... Hey, what's that?
Run Away notices a distraction and soon enough, his eyes go wide. The stagehand is wondering what all the fuss is about as he turns to see this man:
Run Away: ZOUNDS! It's my evil cowardly brother, Stay and Fight!
Stay and Fight: MWAHAHAHAHAHA! Fool, you should have known that I would come back to finish what I started... I was clearly winning at Super Smash Bros. Brawl until the power went out.
Run Away: Those are lies, you hooligan! All lies! I was clearly the aggressor.
Stay and Fight: Whatever helps you sleep at night, my brother! Now I will finish the job!
The two brothers have a small staredown, which is interrupted when they both charge at each other. Instead of Stay and Fight throwing a punch, he instead sets down a Wii, hooks it up to the nearest TV and soon, both men are playing Super Smash Bros. Brawl. The brothers duel on a stock match, Stay and Fight being Pit and Run Away being Kirby. The battle is fierce and intense, with many people being blown away at how awesome these two play. Finally, after ten minutes of grueling gaming, Run Away lands his Final Smash, destroys Stay and Fight and wins the match.
Run Away: Oh yes! I have triumphed!
Stay and Fight: This cannot be! NOOOOOOOO!
Run Away soon turns to his brother and temporarily moves. Stay and Fight, being the coward that he is, stands up and runs away, screaming and wetting his trousers all at once. Run Away soon stands proud, his hands on his hips and a big grin on his face. We soon cut back to a week later, which is today.Run Away: So that explains my absence! But there will be no more distractions regarding how far I go in ACW! And as far as tonight goes, Josh the Jersey Boy is my opponent! Well Mr. the Jersey Boy, I have not yet been to Jersey but I would like to know if you would show me around there one day after the match! Just don't think you won't find out how crazy things are about to get for you tonight, Mr. the Jersey Boy! FWAAAAAAAA-CHAAAAAAAAA! Run Away does the crane pose and a brief karate kick before running off to go prepare for his match. Will anyone break this man's spirits? Probably not.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Oct 28, 2009 15:36:10 GMT -5
”STRANGERS IN THE DARK” Draven Rook In the dark catacombs of the boiler room, a thin beam of light sails down the dank steps and into the abyss below. Barely visible, sat down out of the light is Draven Rook in Lilith Dormieux, Lilith is sat on a bench closer to the camera, her head down and her face barely visible while Draven’s face is more visible though he is further back. A dark, descending atmosphere sweeps the televisions screens of the nation as they prepare for another Draven/Lilith duet. What will they have to say? Why are they downstairs?
Well, the answer to that question lies within the fact that they have a match to prepare for and due to Gingerdude’s short-sightedness they are without a locker room for the evening so have taken up residence in Black and White’s domain of the boiler room for one night only. Lilith’s head is bowed in mystifying silence as the only identifiable feature of her is the streaks of green in her silky, velvet-like hair which is maintained to pristine condition by herself and by Draven. Draven himself seems extremely focused though his face does not tell the story of what he’s focused on.Male Voice: “Are you ready? ...”Female Voice: “As I’ll ever be, Master Draven.” Draven Rook: “That’s what I love to hear...” Lilith Dormieux: “Music to your ears... master.” Draven Rook: “Music to my ears, yes... very apt. The chorus of angels...” Lilith Dormieux: “Apt indeed.” Draven Rook: “Tell me what you plan on doing tonight...” Lilith Dormieux: “Well first... I’ll rough it up a bit and maybe get out my handcuffs and I’ll slink down to my knees and-“Draven Rook: “In the match tonight, child, not after the show.” Lilith giggles... and would probably go red in the face were she visible.Lilith Dormieux: “Well tonight... I plan on guiding our church to another masterful victory over the masked demon...” Draven Rook: “A man who hides his sin and treachery behind a mask, the light will soon expose him for his nightmarish ways. No mask, be it made of cloth or steel can hide the wrongs you’ve made before the eyes of God and through the power invested in us by The Lord we shall remove him and expose him for the fraud he is as ambassadors for our lord Jesus Christ. He shall be exiled from the consecrated ground of the ring.” Lilith Dormieux: “Perfect... And as for VorteX...” Draven Rook: “VorteX resembles everything that is wrong with this company, his family tree looks like the London underground and he shall soon be put in his place. He holds that Entertainment title that many covet, yet the title is but a medium of the vile practices that take place inside this building. The “Entertainment” division is the underbelly of this wrestling show that plays jester to the disgusting imps in attendance and watching from their television sets and as I speak of VorteX, I fail to see what’s entertaining about a ladder-wielding psychopath who honestly believes that he is Bon Jovi as is exemplary by the way he dresses. It’s a sickening sham and when we seize control of the Entertainment Division, we shall crush it and rebuild it in our own image!” Lilith Dormieux: “They don’t stand a chaaance against us sugar... victory will be ours...” Draven Rook: “Then tonight, we shall celebrate with prayer and some dark pleasure. I hear of exotic clubs that cater to your... sinful needs Lilith.” Lilith Dormieux: “And we shall take this night into our hands... with total... pause DOMINATION.” Lilith giggles at her play-on words as Draven stands into the thin beam of light, his handsome features illuminated by the strand of sunlight.Draven Rook: “Let us leave this place, Lilith. It’s time to seize power.” And with that the couple leave together, Lilith in tow of Draven’s imposing frame as they walk into pitch black darkness ready to attempt to seize control of the evening. “Apocalypse” by Jesper Kyd plays through the speakers and so the next match begins...FADE
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Post by Jonny Spade on Oct 28, 2009 15:36:28 GMT -5
Pre-Match Interview [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] The scene fades in to the backstage area once more, as Vortex can be seen coming out of the ACW medical treatment room with his right arm bandaged up. Of course, Kevin Anderson can smell blood from miles away, and comes running around the corner to ask some obvious questions.Kevin: Vortex! Why is your arm bandaged? Vortex: RABIES SHOTS! Kevin: You…didn’t really get a rabies shot did you? Vortex: Hell yes I did! And some other ones…God only knows what Pawn’s crazy ‘toy’ has! I don’t want to win the match only to end up losing to Gonorrhea! Kevin gives Vortex a puzzled look. Kevin: Pawn? Vortex: Queen! Kevin: …What? Vortex: Rook you idiot! ROOK! Vortex leaps backwards in mock surprise as Kevin takes a few steps back of his own.Kevin: Everyone else around here seems to be trembling in fear of those two, and here you are…mocking them. Vortex: You really expect me to be scared of THAT guy? Kevin: Well..he is really good at psychology. Vortex looks down and shakes his head, before snapping his head up, running forward, and grabbing Kevin.Vortex: Psychology? PSYCHOLOGY? MY ID IS RUNNING AROUND INSIDE OF MY BRAIN WITH A PERSONALITY OF ITS OWN KEVIN! Vortex throws Kevin backwards, places his hands in his pockets, and laughs while Kevin attempts to get up off the floor.Kevin: I…I have no idea what you just said. Vortex: GOOD! Before you go googling what an ‘id’ is, you better be googling me an opponent for Samhain! I’d hate to put YOU in the ladder match. Kevin goes wide-eyed and fumbles for an excuse to get away from Vortex.Kevin: I…uh…have a date. So…bye! Kevin begins running down the hallway as fast as he can. Vortex waits a few moments and then begins to pursue him.Vortex: KEVIIN! You don’t have a date! If you did you would have put it on Facebook! I’M YOUR FACEBOOK FRIEND KEVIN! I KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU AND YOUR LACK OF WOMEN! Vortex begins running full speed down the hallway after Kevin who tries his hardest to outrun Vortex, screaming ‘You aren’t my Facebook friend!’ as the camera fades to black. Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Oct 28, 2009 15:37:18 GMT -5
Match 3: Lilith Dormieux vs. The Red Panther vs. VorteX (Credit: Mainer) Stipulation: If Panther or Dormieux win, they receive an Entertainment title shot on the first Warfare after Samhain.
MAT CH BEGINNING: As Draven looked on from the outside of the ring, the action quickly begun with Red Panther and Lilith Dormieux double-teaming VorteX. With a synchronized kick to the stomach they grabbed his arms and flinged him towards the ropes he was quickly struck down with a Double Dropkick from the strange pairing. Panther grabbed VorteX by the head and hauled him off the floor, VorteX begun to fight back though with a punch to Panther’s stomach followed by a harsh shoulder to the torso. Standing, albeit a little crooked he flinged a punch for Panther’s head who tried to punch back, Lilith ran to the other side of him and kicked him sharply allowing Panther to drop VorteX with a Snapmare followed by a quick Knee Drop right to the cranium of VorteX. As Panther got up, he was assaulted by a massive flying Fore-Arm from Lilith Dormieux who launched herself at him with brutal high speed. As Panther got up, there was a swift kick to the stomach before his head was planted into the mat. Lilith getting up from that was subject to a roll-up from VorteX but only scored a 2-count.
MATCH MIDDLE: Lilith wasn’t happy with VorteX trying to roll her up and so she quickly changed the targets of her frustrations to the long-haired Entertainment champion, dropping him to one knee with a quick kick to the stomach she launched herself at him with a Love Bite, but VorteX swerved behind her and caught a Release German Suplex which sent her crashing to the mat. Panther once again up in this bitch, ran over to a distracted VorteX and hit a Barret .50cal nailing it with speed, precision and efficiency. A 2-count did not tickle Panther’s fancy, who begun to argue with the referee over a slow count unable to physically believe that his Northern Lights Suplex hadn’t secured a victory. Lilith back on her feet ran to The Red Panther and drove a knee into his stomach. Showing off some amazing strength she scooped up The Panther in her arms and absolutely devastated him with a Sensual Massage Catatonic Backbreaker which from the look on Panther’s face was anything but.
MATCH END: Immediately after the Sensual Massage was hit, VorteX was up to his feet. With a quick clothesline he looked to stop Lilith’s steadily building momentum but she ducked it nice and clean. VorteX spun around to see Lilith only to become the envy of every man in attendance as she leapt up and wrapped her legs around his head for a Hurricanrana. His hands grabbing her ass, his immediate instinct was to run forward and dump her over the top rope powerbomb style but as he did this she manipulated her body and flung VorteX himself out of the ring. VorteX crashed to the mat awkwardly while Lilith remained on the apron. Rolling back into the ring she saw Panther coming at her, to which she replied by catching his fist and dropping him with an Over the Shoulder Judo throw leaving him in a perfect position in front of the ring. The crowd went berserk (in the bad way) as she nailed the Fall From Grace Double Stomp moonsault.
Standing in the corner, she stalked and she waited for Red Panther to ascend to his feet after that bone-crunching aerial assault. The crowd was booing loudly, as she put her arm out to signal what was going to happen next. Taking the moment to pose, she blew a kiss towards Red Panther who was blissfully unaware of all of this. He finally made it to his feet and begun to walk towards Lilith but with a war-cry she sprinted across the ring and brained him with a picture-perfect Lapidation. Panther crashed to the floor unconscious, the decision clear but as she went for the pin the Entertainment Champion slid back into the ring and grabbed Lilith. He pulled her away and launched her through the second ropes crashing to the ground and quickly capitalized on Panther. He lifted him up and quickly finished the job once and for all with a Psychosurgery, a 3-count later meaning the end of the match.
WINNER: VorteX VIA Psychosurgery
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Post by Jonny Spade on Oct 28, 2009 15:37:43 GMT -5
Mediocrity Need Not Apply Jack Jefferson
Charlotte King’s smile beams at the camera she faces, microphone in hand. She looks stunning, as ever, in a knee length dress which shows off her ample cleavage. One thing, however, is very different about Charlotte tonight. Namely, the fact her shimmering blue eyes betray her obvious trepidation. It isn’t without good reason, though, as next to her stands the infamously difficult and temperamental Jack Jefferson. Add to the mix that he’s clearly in a foul mood and he’s wearing his Man City shirt as response to the events of earlier in the night and you won’t really be surprised. Being the consummate professional she is, Charlotte puts this to the back of her mind and prepares to do her job – interview Jefferson. Before she can even speak she is cut off.
Jefferson: Two weeks ago I told Kevin that I was sick of his amateurish work and cut that interview short as a result. Just to warn you, I won’t accept anything of the sort from you tonight!
Charlotte: Of course not, I actually take my job seriously.
Jefferson: Good, then proceed.
Charlotte: Thank you. Firstly, I want to start by addressing what unfolded in the ring earlier tonight between yourself and your former stable mate Jonny Hughes. Obviously you weren’t impressed with his supposed gift and the fact he added insult to injury by attacking you too. Do you have anything to say about this?
Jefferson: To say I wasn’t too impressed is a complete understatement Charlotte! Giving me a fucking Man Utd shirt was completely and utterly disrespectful and downright insulting. It’s obvious that Jonny was trying to get under my skin but he’s just succeeded in pissing me off. As for attacking me? It’s obvious that he feels the need to do it when I can’t see it coming. He knows what I said last week is true, I am his superior...sooner or later he’s going to find out just how much better than him I am. Luckily for him, I have bigger things on my mind right now but I’ll repay him tenfold, I guaran-damn-tee it!
Charlotte: Speaking of big...last week you defeated Dave Shadow in singles competition for the first time after many attempts, excluding the disqualification victory you hold over him. How important was it for you to do this shortly before having a shot at the industry’s biggest prize?
Jefferson: It was hugely important, naturally. It just proved what I’ve been saying all along and certainly stopped a lot of people in their tracks. I might not like Dave Shadow but I’m not stupid enough to discredit someone who clearly is one of the best in the industry right now but it’s a simple fact that I’m better than him. Last week the world finally had to concede that I was right!
Charlotte: It certainly was impressive. Now, I’d like to talk about tonight and your match against Michael Smart. Many people have said that Smart has the potential to make it to the very top in ACW. What do you think?
Jefferson: The key phrase there Charlotte is “potential to make it”. I’ve already made it. Sure, Smart might have that potential but when you boil it right down that just means he’s not there yet and that is exactly he’d need to be to stand any chance of beating me! Tonight is a huge match for Smart; he has everything to prove after all. If he could take down Jack Jefferson can you imagine what kind of boost that would give his career?! Sadly for him, that just ain’t gonna happen. I beat him not so long ago in the Emperor of the Ring tournament and tonight isn’t going to go any differently. In the three weeks since Emperor of the Ring I’ve won three matches, tonight I make that four. People will probably accuse me of overlooking Smart but the match tonight simply serves as a warm-up for Saturday when I take Dan White’s World Heavyweight Championship and take my rightful position at the very pinnacle of ACW. Anyway, it’s not overlooking someone when you’re simply much better!
Charlotte: Speaking of Dan White, that actually brings me neatly to my next question. With Dan scheduled to be on commentary for your match, how will you keep yourself focused on the match in hand?
Jefferson: Well I...wait, what did you say?
Charlotte: How will you keep yourself focused on the match in hand?
Jefferson: No, not that bit. Did you actually say Dan is scheduled to be at ringside?
Charlotte: Yes, he’s going to be doing guest commentary on your match with Smart tonight.
Jefferson: That conniving bastard! This interview is over...I have far more important things to deal with!
Jefferson promptly walks off before Charlotte can even think of objecting. Considering how angry he looked when she mentioned Dan being ringside that probably wouldn’t be the best idea anyway. Charlotte simply shrugs her shoulders at the camera and looks slightly confused as we...
Fade to Black
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