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Post by Jonny Spade on Oct 28, 2009 15:38:02 GMT -5
Segment: There's A Bomb In The Lasagna (Credit: Yoko / Sarin) It's been a sloooooow month. A lack of contenders on top of the schedule cutbacks has lead to what almost seems like a paid vacation to Flower Power, despite being the tag team champions.
Yoko is currently polishing one of her six title belts while Sarin is replacing some of the Japanese lanterns that light their locker room.Sarin: You know, I AM sorry about making fun of you. Yoko: I know. Sarin: Yet... You're distant still. Yoko: I was just thinking about old times. I have been a lot. Sarin: I have too, actually. Yoko: Probably not the same ones. Sarin: I was thinking about... Hey. Yoko: About hay? Sarin: No, stupid. Look. She pulls a fairly large box out of the lantern, wrapped in a pink ribbon.Sarin: Is this yours? You ALWAYS hide gifts in awful places, I was about to re-light this one. Yoko: Wasn't me. I'm confused too. Kind of early for Christmas...Hey, don't! Sarin opens it. Pink and green confetti shoots out of it.Yoko: Congratulations, you could have exploded. Sarin: Shut up, it wasn't even heavy. Yoko: What's inside? Sarin: A piece of paper. Looks like a letter. No, wait, it's a poem. Yoko: A poem? Sarin reads it aloud.
You took what's mine,
You fucking cow,
I let it go,
That's over now,
I'll get it back,
Just you wait,
No matter what,
I have to take,
When this is over,
When I'm through,
No one will even recognize you.
They're silent momentarily.Sarin: And then there's a kiss with black lipstick at the end. Yoko: Now do you understand what I meant about Rena? Sarin: Wouldn't Rena have signed it? She's all about attention and spotlight. Yoko: Uh, she hates me. It's her. She thinks she can get into my head and make me make a mistake. Sarin: What makes you think it was meant for you? She could be just as upset at me, IF it's her. Yoko: There's no one else who would do this. Sarin: Either way, SOMEONE's had access to our locker room, so I'll agree to take this threat seriously. Yoko: Oh God, we don't even know how long it's been there... They could be watching us! Now! Sarin: Your paranoia is showing. We'll just get security. Yoko: What if they ARE the security?! Sarin: I thought "they" were Rena? Calm down! If you fall to little, paranoid pieces, then the writer has succeeded in their goal. Yoko: Unless they want me to think that's the goal! Or they want YOU to! Maybe it was meant for you! Sarin: I already... Nevermind. I'm taking a shower. Just keep polishing your belts and calm down, ok? She leaves Yoko to her conspiracies. She's learned it's best to just let her wear herself out in these situations.
End Segment.-------------------------------------------- “EMINENT DOMAIN - PART 3”
Credit: High Roller [High above the arm bars and attitude, the mind of Chairman of ACW swims in it devious thoughts. It would love nothing more than if the body that incases it could do the same in even more money but that is hard to come by these days. While Mr. Gingerdude is certainly not hard up for cash, the gate receipts and PPV buys are not what they used to be. If one wants to continue living the lavish life style, they best adapt to the times. Taking a page from Darwin’s theory he has a plan to do exactly that but several obstacles stand in his way. However, as he has learned time and time again, there is nothing that can’t be fixed when money is tossed it’s way ... ] Gingerdude: Well Mr. Rillieux, I talked to my contractor today and they are ready to move in and wipe that blight right off the landscape the second we are handed the deed. High Roller: I tried reasun’in with da man but he would hear none of it.Gingerdude: I am not surprised. Biff Taylor is the epitome of stubbornness. He can stand in front of the wrecking ball for all that I care. The world would be better off. High Roller: Dat may be true, but I know a tough cookie when I see one. Ain da man be one tough cookie. Gingerdude: If this were a matter of head locks or arm bars I would perhaps be hesitant of engaging him head on but it is not. This all comes down to legality and due process, two things Biff knows absolutely nothing about and henceforth, doesn’t stand a chance. I shall have his dingy old gym and you, Roller, will have your casino. You don’t give another thought to Biff Taylor. I have seen to it that if he even so as much makes a peep, he will be crushed like one of the cockroaches that infest that gym of his. High Roller: Dat sound fine ... mighty fine! But I be tellin you dat man ain’t gunna go down without a fight.[True words have never been spoken. Outside at this very moment Biff Taylor’s single man campaign against Jonathan Gingerdude is now underway. Move over Jimmy Hart, there is a new “Mouth of the South” in town. Already a loud man, Biff Taylor’s bullhorn sends his voice near sonic boom levels and rattles the eardrums of all those in earshot. Come one, come all, it’s time to preserve the memories of Fallout.] Biff Taylor: Jonathan Gingerdude is attempting to tear down one of this island’s greatest landmarks, a true piece of wrestling history! We cannot allow that to happen! Join the fight and support the Fallout Gym in it’s battle against “progress!” Professional wrestling put this island on the map, don’t let the Chairman of ACW wipe us off of it! [Shout it and they will come. Biff’s corner soon becomes crowded with Fallout supporters, ACW fans and gawkers just passing by. Unbeknown to Biff, within the congregation of people that surround him are those who have been sent to stifle his voice.] ACW Security: Mr. Taylor, you are going to have to move on. Biff Taylor: Isn’t this a public street?! ACW Security: No, you are standing upon private property and you are being asked to leave. Biff Taylor: Asked?! Asked by who?! ACW Security: Just move along, sir. Biff Taylor: Why don’t you answer my question? I know why, because you know damn well I won’t like the answer! I know damn well who sent you and I want you to go back in there and get him! If he wants me off his sidewalk, he can get up off his ass and do it himself! ACW Security: I’m afraid that is not going to happen. If you refuse to leave the premises, we will be forced to call the authorities. Biff Taylor: Is this the new way that business is handled around these parts today? If so, oh how the mighty have fallen. I remember when men used to settle their differences like men and not hide behind papers or sherif badges. You, you’re just some smuck doing his job and I want you to know there are no hard feelings. But your boss? He can go straight to hell. Make sure you tell him Biff said where he can go. [The security guard reaches into his jacket pocket and for a split second Biff thinks he is actually going to follow through with his request. It isn’t until Taylor sees not a pen and paper but a cell phone that he realizes that it is going to be up to him to see it signed, sealed and delivered.] ACW Security: Yes, this is ACW Security calling to report a trespasser who refuses to leave the premises. *pause* Yes, just outside the ACW Arena on - Biff Taylor *interrupting*: Alright, I changed my mind. You can go to hell, too. [He fought the law and the law won. Only a foolish man would give Gingerdude more leverage with a picture of himself in handcuffs. No, if he wants to sway pubic opinion to his favor this must be done by the books. With great reservations he abandons tonight’s effort but not before going out with a bang by throwing the rest of his flyers into the air. The wind spread his message throughout the grounds that surrounding the arena and the Chairman’s custodial staff will be working overtime picking them all up. Hands now empty it is now time to retreat back across the street where a shoddy old mattress and a restless night’s sleep await. Head hung low but heart filled with resiliency, he is about to truly experience the old adage of “the night is always darkest before dawn.”] “You’re right, you know.” Biff Taylor *calling into the shadows*: Who’s there? “I, above anyone else, feel your pain. It is a sad state of affairs when a man is handcuffed by written law and not by the strength of another man.” Biff Taylor: YOU. “Yes, me. And if you are going to go to war, you better have a pretty big gun. Luckily for you, I fit the bill.” [Yes, who?] [FADE] |
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Post by Jonny Spade on Oct 28, 2009 15:38:19 GMT -5
Title: Bloody Hell! Credit: Chris Phenomenal and Dave Shadow With his match signed for Samhain, his last shot at the International Title as long as Chris Phenomenal holds the belt, Dave Shadow walks through the halls back towards his locker room, the knowledge that Senator will be banned from ringside also easing his mind. With an hour too go until the match, Dave walks past the makeup artists, turning the corner as his eyes catch the mess that is the door of his locker room, the center nearly taken out of the door, plenty of room for a man to fit through. Dave looks around, making sure that no one is near, no sneak attack coming before ducking through the hole in the door, not bothering opening it. As he gets to the other side and raises his head the first thing he notices is the wall on the far side, the drying spray paint standing out against the wall.  As Dave turns his head looking at the other walls of the room he notices the television screen shattered and below it the broken bar fridge, cans of Irn Bru, Monster Energy Drink and Coca Cola littered around it. His eyes look over to the other wall with the sofa and battered microwave before finally settling on the steel chair and the mannequin head, dented in, broken, the position nearly identical to Dave’s four months ago, as Dave stares back at it, everything suddenly becomes clear, returning to four months ago, the night after ACW’s return from Omega Effect.
Dave Shadow: Dave Shadow, ACW International Champion. Has a nice ring to it.
Dave looks down at the International Title in his hand the door to the rest room can be seen slowly creeping open, with the window closed there is no possible draft to explain the phenomena. As Dave bends over and reaches into the bar fridge the creak of the door opening muted by the sound of Dave cracking a Coca Cola. Throwing his International Title on the couch before tilting his head and sucking a large gulp back before turning around.
CRACK!
All of the sudden Dave is laid out, trying to turn around to see the face of his attacker but he won’t allow him to, smashing his head with the steel chair, causing him to blank for a moment. The third blow connecting right above the eye socket causing Dave to lose vision in the eye. A fourth blow rattles the spine of Dave Shadow before he can feel the back end of chair being driven into his neck, the C4 vertebrae, trying to withstand the attack. A fifth, sixth, seventh and eight shot right to the back of head send Dave into unconsciousness, his next memory waking up in the hospital room nearly one month later. |
As we return to the present time, Dave Shadow is shown on his knees, looking down for looking back up at wall, shaking his head, half in anger, half in fear, a brand new emotion, one that Dave has hidden for forever. Dave Shadow: Alicia, I…need…As Dave halts he turns around and vomits on the ground, his emotions having reached the point of explusion.  Dave can I… As Dave turns and looks at Charlotte King, surveying the scene in front of her Dave shakes his head before trying to get to his feet, Charlotte stepping up and helping him as the scene fades out. |
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Post by Jonny Spade on Oct 28, 2009 15:38:53 GMT -5
] PAPARAZZI [/center][/color] credit: Ringleader and ~ clickclickclick ~ Ringleader stopped for a moment and looked around behind her- but nothing and no one was there. She tongued her teeth and decided that the Arena must been falling into disrepair if the old building was making this much unnecessary noise. She threaded her fingers through her blonde waves and began to fix the bra she was currently in, looking down at the matching thongs to make sure everything was in correct order before she began to dress.~ CLICK!CLICK!CLICK! ~ Narrowing her eyes, she listened for a moment to specify the location of the noise. After a few seconds of silence on her part, she quickly moved towards the vent high up on her wall. She didn't really need to look in that much as she approached, for the second she looked at the vent from the distance she noticed something off. Ringleader grabbed at the latch and pulled the vent door from the wall. A few grunts ensued as a man fell out from the vents and onto the floor.
Ringleader didn't seem to be amused whatsoever, moving backwards a few paces while the man rubbed his head and scrambled to his feet. She crossed her arms as the man, who looked of Latin decent, grabbed his camera and did a quick test to see if it has survived the fall. The smile on his face confirmed the results. It only took him seconds to notice Ringleader watching his every move just a few feet away....: Hola, mami! Sucking in her cheeks and narrowing her eyes, Ringleader swayed calmly to the phone and dialed a few numbers before pausing. After a short pause, Ringleader smiled.RINGLEADER:Ginger, darling. I've found an odd man in my vents. Mhm. No I've never seen him before- She turned to eye him. He hadn't moved from where he got up, and he had continued to snap away. She put the phone on her chest briefly.RINGLEADER:Now, really, would you stop that? *back on phone* I don't know what he wants. He looks Mexican or Spanish. I assume his name is Juan, Diego or el chupacabra. Maybe he's the new cleaner's son? Well I'm not really sure why the new cleaner's son would be in my vents, Ginger, that is why I'm calling you. Perhaps he fancies himself to be a photographer. *laughs* alright, thank you. She hung up and looked towards the man, smiling....: Look, lady, I don't want no trouble! RINGLEADER:Well that's what you get for hiding away in a ladies' office. Here I am in nothing but bra and panties and you're snapping away at me. Not very gentleman-like, now is it? ...: it's my job lady, I'm a photographer, not a stalker! I'm legally obliged to take pictures of you with your luscious breasts out! RINGLEADER:I suggest you find another job, or at least better hiding spots. Security will be here soon, don't get comfortable. ...: WOAHWOAHWOAH mami, that's a little overboard don't'cha think? I mean, such a beautiful body should be shared with the world! RINGLEADER:My dear Juan-- ...: The name is Manny Sykes. Not Juan or Pablo or Pepe el Romano but Manny. RINGLEADER:Fair enough. My dear Manny, there are consequences for all actions, and it would appear your consequence for sneaking into my office and taking pictures while I'm exposed would be your removal from the building. Now, I'm not usually one to be so unkind, so I'm willing to call the whole thing off! MANNY SYKES: A'ite Re-ehr, Ringleader! I see where this is going, what do you want from a man with skills such as mine? RINGLEADER:You are catching on to this. Yes, it is true I'm willing to forget this little incident with a small price. It is small, I promise. I need you to deliver a message for me. MANNY SYKES: A message? Well normally I provide the photo's accompanying the message but hot-damn, it'd be fun to write the news for a change! RINGLEADER:Now, this will be vocal so make sure you remember every word. That is important. Do you understand? MANNY SYKES: Si senorita, I'm all ears. RINGLEADER:Could you please find Yoko Satoshi and tell the dear I wish to speak with her? Alone, if it's at all possible. I have a surprise for her. Manny nodded.RINGLEADER:Oh, such a good little boy! Now, run along before the big men come to snatch you away. MANNY SYKES: Excellente, not that I particularly look forward to having to find that cute piece of Far East Asian panocha but hey, whatever gets me off the hook. One more thing? RINGLEADER:hmmm? MANNY SYKES: Can you tell me where to find Draven Rook's roo? RINGLEADER:*puzzled* who? MANNY SYKES: That religious whackjob with the hot Goth girl, he was supposed to meet me here tonight! Me coming back next week depends on that! RINGLEADER:*laughing* oh, silly Manny! I do not have time to worry about the new hires in ACW. I'm sure you can find him from someone else who speaks to those people. You know, the midcarders and below. MANNY SYKES: Alright, thank you chica. Ringleader smiles and did a little wave with her wrist.RINGLEADER:Hurry along, now. He was going to speak again, but instead he turned and began to head out the door.RINGLEADER:OH! Just a minute, Manny! Silly me, forgetting something! He spun around quickly..MANNY SYKES: What? RINGLEADER:I noticed you said that taking your little pictures is your job, yes? Well, dear Manny, let me assure you that if I find you in any vent in this office again, your new job will be learning to walk. MANNY SYKES: No need to warn me maam, you won't see this loc around the place again! RINGLEADER:Bye Now! Good luck! Manny wasn't quite sure if Ringleader was serious or joking, but wasn't bold enough to challenge what she said. Instead he chose to leave the room as soon as possible as Ringleader moved to her dressing table.RINGLEADER:OH! Yoko will be so surprised with her present! [fade] OOC: Additional Credit, Draven Rook ===================================== Conspiracy Theories
Jack Jefferson / Michael Smart
Having just found out about Dan White’s guest commentary spot on tonight’s match, Jack Jefferson is on the warpath. People have begun to recognise when Jefferson gets like this and they’re doing their damndest to stay well out of his way. Normally a vicious and anger-filled guy, Jefferson takes it a step further when something raises his ire. To the relief of many, Jefferson finally reaches his destination and promptly puts his foot to the door marked “Michael Smart” and forces it open. Inside, Michael is deep in conversation with Daniel but is stunned into silence as Jefferson comes barging into the room. Both Daniel and Michael stare up at the furious-looking Jefferson, nostrils flared, in complete confusion.
Michael: You know...the door wasn’t even locked.
Daniel: Yeah, and...
Daniel is instantly silenced as Jefferson shoots him a hate-filled look, his steely gaze unwavering as Daniel sinks into his seat.
Jefferson: One more word out of you and I’m going to rip your head of your shoulders, you insolent little cunt!
The intensity in Jefferson’s words seems to shock any will to speak out of the usually chatty Daniel Smart. After all, what reason does Jefferson have to show such animosity to him? Michael doesn’t look too surprised and it is clear he’s amused at seeing his cousin rendered speechless.
Michael: So, enlighten me, are you just here to smash my door in or do you actually have a reason for bursting in here uninvited?
Jefferson: Don’t play the innocent with me! I know exactly what you’re up to!
Michael: That makes one of us. Why don't you inform me about my plans as well? I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Jefferson: Yeah, sure. I suppose it’s just a coincidence that Dan White is doing commentary on our match tonight?!
Michael: He is? That’s news to me. I guess he wants to scout you before your title match at Samhain.
Jefferson: Bullshit! We both know that’s not why he’s there! I warned you once, don’t playing fucking dumb with me!!
Michael: Err...I’m not. I actually don’t have any idea what in the blue hell you’re going on about.
Jefferson: Fuck off, I’m not an idiot! I know exactly what you and Dan have got planned! It’s obvious that you’re going to help him take me out so I can’t compete at Samhain and take his belt from him! Trust me, if you even think about trying it I will destroy you and I’ll make sure you can never compete again!
Michael: Err...ok then?
Jefferson: Yeah, you’re damn right ok. Don’t think this means I’m gonna go easy on you tonight though. Oh no, I’m going to take you apart. I’m going to rip you to fucking shreds and prove exactly why I’m ACW’s next World Heavyweight Champion!
With that, Jefferson shoots Michael a prolonged glare before storming out of the room to go continue his pre-match preparations. Michael and Daniel are both left looking at each other with looks of puzzlement on their faces.
Michael: That guy is way too paranoid for his own good.
Daniel: I can’t believe he told me to shut up! Can you believe...
Michael: Daniel!
Daniel: What?
Michael: Please, shut up.
Daniel hangs his head down as Michael takes one last glance at the doorway to his locker room. Satisfied that Jefferson is gone, Michael starts preparing for his match, determined to take on Jefferson's unwarranted wrath.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Oct 28, 2009 15:39:17 GMT -5
Match 4:..::ACW::.. JACK JEFFERSON VS. MICHAEL SMART ..::WARFARE::..
Time limit: 15 minutes
Referee: Carter Donovan
-* Tale of the Tape *-
Jack Jefferson
Age: 25
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 219
Hometown: Manchester, UK
Michael Smart
Age: ?
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 228
Hometown: Chicago, Illinois “Anarchy in the UK” by the Sex Pistols plays and out comes the World Champion, Dan White. With much fanfare he comes down to the ring and joins our broadcast team who welcome him with both a free headset and empty chair.
“Paint It Black” by The Rolling Stones hits the speakers and Jack Jefferson emerges through the curtain to a wall of boos from the fans. This doesn’t seem to faze Jefferson as a big smirk grows on his face whilst he looks out across the sea of fans in attendance. He then takes his time as he cockily struts to the ring, apparently oblivious to the booing he receives. As Jack reaches the ring he quickens his pace so that he is able to slide straight in.
He climbs onto the turnbuckle to his right, placing his right foot on the top rope whilst leaving his left on the middle rope and smirks at the audience below. He slaps his hands on his pectoral muscles and holds his arms out wide, forming a ‘gun’ with his index fingers and thumbs. He then hops down, dropping his jacket over the ropes and stretches, awaiting his opponent’s entrance.
“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. 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.~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: As the bell comes to its final toll, both men meet in the center of the ring and lock up. They grapple across the ring and end up against the far corner. Donovan asks for a clean break and gets it, though Jefferson is quick to attack the second Smart’s back leaves the ropes. This comes in the form of a good right hand that finds itself across Smart’s cheek and this leaves him in a most unhappy state of mind. He responds with a low dropkick that almost takes Jefferson’s knee cap right off. Jake drops to the mat clutching his leg and Smart picks him up and drops him right on his head with a German suplex! The crowd goes wild as he takes control of this match up with a well placed arm bar. He cranks on it for several seconds before Jefferson staggers up to a knee and strikes back with an elbow. It connects and knocks Smart for a tizzy long enough for Jefferson to free himself! Jack leaps up to his feet and quickly hits the ropes in hopes of completing the combo. Before Smart sees what’s coming a flying forearm hits him between the eyes and both he and Jack roll under the ropes and out onto the floor below. Near the announce table they end up and Dan White rises to his feet and tosses off his headset. He then gets right in the ear of Jefferson, but is pulled back by Carter before it can get ugly. And with that we head to our matches midpoint. MATCH MIDPOINT: After a spat on the outside where Smart ducked a leg whip and Jefferson connected with the ring post, both men make it back inside to beat the count. Seeing Jefferson’s leg injured once more Smart goes to work. He slaps on a knee bar and grinds his elbow into Jefferson’s knee. Jack screams out in pain but refuses to tap. This only motivates Smart more and he picks Jefferson up and sends him back down with a chop block. Outside the ring White applauds Smart’s efforts and has even more to cheer about as he watches Michael give Jefferson a SMARTDRIVER! The spiked piledriver knocks Jefferson into next week but somehow, someway he is able to kick out of the following pin fall at two and a half. The crowd groans and raises up their hands in disbelief. Sensing it is going to take much more to defeat the “Jack of All Trades,” Smart goes for a big one by picking the wounded Jefferson up and placing him atop a nearby corner. He soon joins him and a AGONY HYPOTHESES sends both men crashing back down to Earth. Once again Jack stuns Smart by kicking out of the top rope German suplex. Dan White begins to get nervous at the broadcast booth and begins to pace back and forth, tangling up McNally and Edison with his headset cord. MATCH ENDING: The end is neigh and Jefferson has a deep hole to crawl out of if he hopes to win this match. Luckily for him, he gets his big break as Smart goes for a MEETING OF THE MINDS and misses it after Jack rolls out of the way. The crowd leaps to their feet and disgust and Jefferson pops up to his feet with his second wind. He hits the ropes and bounces off of them for added momentum. A SHINING WIZARD connects to the head of Smart and Jefferson is not finished yet. In hopes of taking the match back into his hands he heads to the top rope and hits not one, not two, but three moonsaults! The TRIFECTA has Smart reeling and Dan rips his head set off and throws it down in anger. Jefferson knows he has to end this now if he wants to walk out of this one with his hand raised. Smart cannot be allowed to get his second wind. He quickly picks him up to his feet but Smart sneaks him into a small package! What a great counter! Carter makes it to two before Jefferson counters the small package with one of his own and Smart’s shoulders are not on the mat. Will he be able to kick out? ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! Phillip: And here is your winner, JACK JEFFERSON! The bell rings and the referee attempts to raise Jefferson’s hand in victory. He wants nothing to do with it, however, and doesn’t take his eyes off Dan White except to briefly check that Michael Smart has vacated the ring. Hanging over the ropes, Jefferson begins hurling abuse in Dan’s direction. Dan simply sits back in his chair, a smile on his face, and watches Jefferson. Unsatisfied with the results of his abuse, Jefferson climbs down out of the ring and walks over to the commentary table to stand opposite from Dan. He glares down at the man he’ll face at Samhain and doesn’t break eye contact.
The two stare each other out for quite a while as the fans begin a deafening “Fuck him up Dan White, fuck him up!” chant reverberates around the arena. This seems to get to Jefferson, who breaks eye contact to tell the crowd to shut up. He turns to look back at Dan but his eyes fall instead on the World Heavyweight Championship belt laid in front of him. Smirking, Jefferson picks the belt up with his right hand and holds it aloft. Finally, Jefferson is able to do something to get to Dan who instantly leaps to his feet. Jefferson’s smirk grows as he brandishes the title in Dan’s face.Jefferson: As of Saturday night, this belongs to me! Dan doesn’t take to kindly to this and his response is simply to nail Jefferson with a straight right to the face, much to the delight of the crowd. This takes Jefferson by surprise and has him stumbling backwards, dropping the title belt in the process. He wipes the corner of his mouth with his thumb and laughs, staring directly at Dan, as he sees blood. He continues to laugh for a couple of seconds before his expression turns sour and he charges towards Dan, diving over the table and tackling him whilst swinging wildly with his fists.
As the pair begin to exchange blows Chairman Gingerdude appears on the stage, flanked by around 20 security guards. His worry for his Samhain main event obvious, Gingerdude frantically motions for the security guards to go and break up the brawl. As the security teams reach them Dan is on top of Jefferson, raining blows down upon him. This is quickly stopped by security as they tear the pair apart. Both try to struggle but they are so outnumbered that there is no way they’re going to be able to break through to fight each other so both men are reduced to hurling insults at each other as the crowd go wild, chanting Dan White’s name.
Fade to BlackOOC: Post-Match Credits go to Jack Jefferson & Dan White |
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Post by Jonny Spade on Oct 28, 2009 15:40:00 GMT -5
”Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.”
– James Martineau
I will always remember you. We will never forget. Forever you will remain in our thoughts. Hollow statements usually uttered by those in the clench of anguish. Convinced that their moment of despair, the feeling of great loss will forever remain prominent at the forefront of their mind and thoughts. But, for most, there is no continuous sensation of distress. No perpetually lingering sorrow. No constant twinge of bereavement. Life goes on, with only occasional temporary reminders of loss. Live a guilt free life by conveniently switching on the heartache. But for her, it was a constant. It was perpetual. She lived her sorrow. She was reminded at all times. She could feel the emptiness that it had created. The lifeforce that it had absorbed from her. In her mind. In her stomach. In her soul. The pasty sky slowly slipped into a doze. Icy tickling fingers of a cold breeze stung her bare face and swept her black hair into a graceful twirl. She supressed the sick feeling in her stomach with her hands clasped in front of it, almost in prayer. Twixt her cold digits protruded a single rose that swayed in the zephyr. A tight black corset and knee length black skirt offered minimal protection from the bitter air that stroked her. As she skulked beyond the dying gate, her high heel boots crunched satisfyingly on the gravel path that climbed a gentle knoll. The whispers of the atmosphere surrounded her as she creeped upwards. A skeletal family of trees corridored her approach. A ghostly mist veiled the horizon as silhouettes of monuments, large and small, landscaped the scene. Familiarity guided her step as she journeyed between the clusters of stone sculptures, each etched with their own memorials and tributes. She continued onwards, apathetic towards the monuments that surrounded her. She did not care for them. Breaking through the haze, she could make out her destination. A grim, emaciated old oak tree pointed it’s skinny limbs towards a single monument, which was given a wide berth by the other stones in the field. She trundled tentatively towards it, clasping the stem of the rose tightly, almost squeezing the life completely from the flower. Veering from the gravel path, she shuffled through the dry, uncut grass that encircled the statue. The headstone stood thick and rigid through the grass, standing around three feet tall and appeared to carry a lot of weight. Engraved deeply into the stone was the faded gold epitaph in tribute to the soul that rested beneath: In Eternal Loving Memory
JACK VERNON
13th OCT 1976 – 7th May 2008 Beneath the inscription, a carving of an upturned torch glowed prominently. Her eyes followed the letters and studied the image, as always. She slowly dropped to her knees and extended the rose out in front of her, carefully resting it against the decaying stone. On the ground between her and the headstone, about half a dozen dying roses began to decompose. She swept her hands across the ground and gathered them into a neat pile in front of the grave. She peered up at the grave and frowned. “I’m sorry.”Her proclamation brought a cold, lonely tear to her eye. Her jaw clenched as she fought the strength of the overpowering urge to mourn him. She gently stroked her fingers across his name, brushing the accumulated dirt from the nooks. She shuddered as a sweeping draught grazed her exposed shoulders. “I know you said you didn’t want me to come here…”Another tear escaped from her other eye and tickled her cheek as it slid down to her jaw. She sniffled against the cold. Her body began to shiver in the late October chill. She continued to trace her finger across his name, pressing her lips tightly together as she struggled to contain her grief. Her voice began to crack. “I remember how you told me never to visit your grave. You said it was an act of hollow remembrance. You said, as the poem goes, not to stand at your grave and weep…”She allowed a sentimental laugh to escape as she wiped her tears away. Her hands, now moist, returned to the stone and began to polish an outline around his name. “But I promise that this is the last time. I just wanted to see you one more time before I carry on…”Her eyes clamped shut. Her trembling hand reached up and clenched the bridge of her nose. The whistle of the increasing wind was haunting as light began to abandon the scene. She inhaled deeply. The damp area around her eyes began to freeze in the bite of the gust. “…before I carry on with your legacy. That’s what you always wanted. You always wanted someone to continue your work if you were ever unable to complete it.”A slight beam of happiness shone from her face as she became overwhelmed with pride. She ran her hand across the top of the stone, sweeping away the fallen leaves that had shrivelled up atop of the headstone. “I understand, now, what you intended. I know what you dreamed of. What you wanted more than anything…sometimes, more than you wanted me.”She lowered her head in silent contemplation. She moistened her cracked lips and paused for a moment, inhaling through her nose. “I understand how you felt. Only now can I understand that.”She placed her shivering hand over her chest and grasped the busk of the garment tightly. “But I promise I will make you proud. I will achieve that dream of yours for you. I will make you want me again.”She stroked the face of the stone with her palm, stopping at the upturned torch that was lit. She fingered her way around the engraving of the flame and felt a warmth engulf her body. “Your legacy will live on. You’ll see. I will make sure that the name and presence of Torak will never die. You will never truly be taken from me. I will show them all that you are still alive – inside me.”She closed her eyes and imagined him inside her. Her breathing became heavy and she stopped trembling from the cold and instead, clenched her fists, digging her rugged, untrimmed fingernails into her palm. She let out an exasperated gasp as her breath seemed to elude her for a second. Biting her lip, she grabbed the rose that she had placed against the stone and brought it up to her face. She inhaled it’s seductive scent, allowing the aroma to circulate through her body before gently running the rose down her body, allowing the petals to softly caress her chin, then her neck, her chest and finally her stomach. Then, she stopped. The empty grumbling in the pit of her stomach returned abruptly. She slid her hand over her abdomen as a sad expression began to dawn over her face. She lifted the rose again and delivered a soft kiss to the soft bud before laying it down to finally rest on top of the dead flowers that had collected before her. “I love you.”She whispered the words before slowly rising to her feet. She loomed over the tombstone and froze, as if the cold win had trapped her. She knew that she had to leave, and knew that she could never return – she had promised, after all, that this WAS going to be her last visit. She fought the frequent impulse that urged her to walk away and, instead, remained there, silently, glaring down at the gravestone. From her left eye, a glowing, depp amber orb, a solitary droplet formed before sliding down her face. A second tear followed, this time from her right eye. A flutter of her eyelash aided it’s exfiltration as it slid towards her chin. Her cold hands quickly raised to her eyes as she weeped, uncontrollably. The mist around her thickened, engulfing her in her moment of sorrow. |
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Post by Jonny Spade on Oct 28, 2009 15:40:32 GMT -5
Hyping up the match, because what can I add to the story now (Credit: The Red Panther) Note: I'm not sure on the procedure of adding highlights from other matches to segments, so I apologies if this is against the rules. I can remove bits of needed. Our scene is in the ring. All the equipment for a TLC match is out: A table lent in the corner, a ladder set up in the middle of the ring, four chairs stacked up and much much more such as multiple stacked tables outside and some ladders. "Roots Bloody Roots" plays and The Red Panther makes his way to the ring. The fans boo him but he takes no notice, rolling in the ring. He grabs a microphone from the mat.Panther: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight, is a special event. Tonight is the last time you will see Jimmy Winner on free TV. Why? Because as you know, on Saturday I face Jimmy Winner in a loser leaves ACW TLC match. Now I think we all know I will win and the match is a formality, but for the sake of showmanship I will show you all the type of punishment Jimmy will suffer. The Alphatron flickers into action and we see highlights of previous ACW TLC matches:Panther: As you can all see, this type of match is not made for those as weak as Jimmy Winner. In fact, I think it would be saf- On
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And onnn!! "We Are The Champions" starts from the high point and Jimmy Winner makes his way down to the ring, wearing his purple tracksuit and holding a mic. Winner rolls in and stares down Panther.Jimmy Winner: You know Red, when Jimmy Winner first came to ACW he thought we could be a team. But now Jimmy Winner knows you are a disgusting person. Since Jimmy Winner came here Jimmy Winner has not seen you do a single Honorable or nice thing. You may not know it, but Jimmy Winner was the one who requested our match to be a loser leaves ACW match. Why? Because Jimmy Winner wants you GONE. Jimmy Winner cannot rest while you stay in ACW. The fact the match is a TLC match is an added bonus. Jimmy Winner is more agile and skilled with weapons, the two most important things in TLC matches. The crowd cheer and Winner turns to them, posing. Out of no were Panther grabs a chair, ready to get an early advantage. Panther runs to nail Jimmy, but the latter sees on the Alpha tron. Jimmy ducks and Panther bounces off the ropes. Jimmy grabs a chair aswell and the two duel as though they have swords! They clash and slash, not hitting each other. At last ACW does a good job (come on, they set TK stroll in the arena at will) and runs to the ring. The team of about twenty people separate Jimmy and Panther, throwing the weapons away. We fade away as they drag Panther up the ramp and Winner through the crowd, the fans chanting Jimmys name. |
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Post by Jonny Spade on Oct 28, 2009 15:40:54 GMT -5
Match 5: Dave Shadow and High Roller vs. Chris Phenomenal and Jonny Spade (Credit: CP)
Returning from the commercial break we see the 4 men who are ready to compete in the main event of the night.
With the bell called and head referee Raymond Allen Fleming calling the men to action they approach each other and give each other a nod of respect before circling each other and hand fighting trying to get position on the other man. With a small size advantage Dave tries to utilize his speed advantage by shooting in for a single leg takedown but Jonny is able to counter it to some degree by putting Dave into a front facelock and then tipping over to the side with what could be loosely termed as a neck breaker. With Dave still holding tight to the left leg of Jonny, he does a back roll so he ends up on the right side of Dave and starts to reign down blows until RAF gets involved for the closed fist shots. The two grapple on the canvas for a bit, Dave not letting go of the leg as Jonny tries to lock down an arm before eventually getting position on Dave with a lateral press that doesn’t even gather a one count. In order to kick out however Dave is forced to let go of the leg of Jonny to get the right shoulder up. Jonny is quick to his feet, grabbing Dave by his hair and throwing him into the ropes and looking for a clothesline on the rebound but Dave slides under and upon getting to his feet hit’s Jonny with a drop kick that knocks him down. Dave goes right to work with the closed fists and once again RAF is forced to warn him as Dave picks up Jonny before taking him down with a snapmere and going immediately to a chinlock.
McNally: Good work here by both men, trying to get position on the other, some good solid chain wrestling mixed with some old fashioned bare knuckle brawling.
Edison: I don’t know if it’s wise for Dave Shadow to try and wrestle Jonny Spade, he’d likely have a lot greater success trying to keep the pace picked up.
Dave keeps Jonny grounded, trying to wear out Jonny early on in the match as Jonny tries to tear the grip of Dave Shadow away from him but unable to resorts to pushing on it until it rides up his face as he gets to his feet, Finally Jonny is able to push the grip off and quickly take Dave down with a throw of his own, taking him down over the shoulder and put him right into the same chinlock that Dave had just previously utilized against him. Dave goes a different route of breaking the hold, firing a reverse elbow to the chops of Jonny that gives him enough slack to work to his feet against the knee in his back. An elbow to the sternum knocks some of the air out of Jonny as the grip loosens again this time enough to allow Dave to take control of the arm of Jonny and swing around his back into a standing hammerlock. Jonny clutches his shoulder trying to massage it to keep the blood flowing to the joint. Dave wrings the arm once as Jonny grimaces in pain before quickly tapping the outside leg of Dave Shadow with his own foot and quickly stepping behind Dave reversing the previously held hammerlock on Jonny into his own on Dave. Shadow smiles as the crowd cheers him on as he stays in the hold long enough to utilize much the same move as Jonny but this time as he passes through he drops down and tries to roll Jonny up but RAF doesn’t even get to the canvas before Jonny kicks out.
McNally: That’s not going to work at this time in the match.
Edison: It’s not about the win there, more about establishing to your opponent that they need to be aware of their ring positioning at all time. Any hesitation they may have could eventually cost them the match.
Shadow wastes little time in grabbing hold of Jonny Spade throwing him back towards his own corner and quickly tagging in High Roller who in turn goes right at Jonny Spade, ten corner punches that drop Jonny down to seated. High Roller smiles at the work as Lady Luck looks on approvingly at ringside before quickly tagging back in Shadow, the effective tag team strategy of keeping the fresh man entered working out. As Senator Steve Phillips stands at ringside, imploring Spade to make the tag. Shadow however has other ideas as he snaps Spade onto his back before dropping a knee to the back and going right back to work with the rear chin lock. Jonny tries to fight out of the hold, eventually getting to his feet and pushing Shadow into the ropes before throwing him. Shadow keeps the hold locked in however with a little aid from Lady Luck as she holds onto Dave Shadow, preventing him from being thrown. This blatant act draws the attention of Senator who comes over trying to interject himself into the proceedings but is halted by both the RAF and the High Roller. The distraction is all Jonny Spade needs though as he delivers a thumb to the eye of Dave Shadow that breaks him free of the chinlock, eventually allowing him to throw Dave Shadow into his own corner and making the needed tag into Chris Phenomenal.
McNally: Business is about to pick up here. I doubt these two are going to be willing to wait for Samhain to settle the score.
Edison: There is absolutely no love lost between these two men, especially with the antics of Chris Phenomenal earlier this evening.
Chris looks at Dave Shadow as Jonny Spade holds him in place and Chris delivers a big right to the stomach, Spade ducking out of the ring. Chris smiles and delivers another big shot to the stomach of Dave and then a third before firing a sneaky jab to the face with the left hand. Finally Chris does a small shimmy and goes for a big punch before pulling it back at the last second and delivering a rear elbow smash right to the face of Dave Shadow before Chris tags back in Jonny Spade. Jonny comes into the ring and takes Dave down with a snapmere, holding him before reaching out and tagging Chris back in. Chris quickly ducks into the ring and as the RAF orders Spade out of the ring, Lady Luck again get’s involved in the match, this time tripping up Chris Phenomenal as he hit’s the ropes. This time however there is no stopping Senator as he travels across the ring, going right after Lady Luck. Before he can get in her face however, High Roller arrives on the scene, getting between the two before getting clocked by Chris Phenomenal, sliding out of the ring. A High Roller stumbles off, Chris reaches out, trying to grab Lady Luck
Chris Phenomenal: Fuckin’ Bitch.
Before Chris can grab her however, High Roller comes back with a big left hand knocking Chris back into the ring as RAF has now returned from ushering Jonny Spade out of the ring and turns back to High Roller and Chris who eventually slide into the ring, Dave Shadow checking out as the two become the legal men. Senator retreats back to his corner at the behest of RAF, a call of corruption coming from his ears as High Roller takes Chris down to the mat with a hip toss and then locks in a standing chin hold, maintaing it for a few moments before delivering a big knee shot to the lower back, which causes Chris some distress as he tries to fight out of the chin lock that Roller has him caught in. Roller winds up for another shot and delivers it as Chris clenches his teeth. Once more Roller goes for the shot but Chris throws his weight against the hold, taking advantage of the leverage and pulling himself up to his feet by the neck of High Roller before setting his leg behind, then throwing his arms back and taking Roller down with an Osoto Gari, a spiral sweep that puts the Cajun on his back. Chris looks at Jonny Spade, calling for the tag and drags their opponent over to their corner, tagging in his former Mega Star Alliance Teammate.
McNally: This doesn’t look good for the new comer to the ACW ranks.
Edison: Nope.
Jonny goes on the attack with a few stomps before picking up Roller and setting him up for the Jonormous Slam, Roller however counters, slipping out the backdoor and as Spade turns around looks for a clothesline, Spade ducks it however and hit’s the ropes and again, Lady Luck intervenes, drawing the ire of Chris Phenomenal and Dave Shadow who go after her in retaliation for the trip. Roller jumps to the aid of his women, quickly hopping out of the ring as Dave Shadow makes the alert tag. As Roller and Phenomenal begin to battle, Lady Luck slipping back away from Senator before Roller catches him with a big blow after decking Phenomenal with a Roulette Spin. In the ring as RAF turns his attention from the outside, Dave levels Jonny Spade with a Blink! As he turns around and quickly goes for the first, and only fall of the match.
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Phillip Jones: Here are your winners, Dave Shadow and High Roller.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Oct 28, 2009 15:41:14 GMT -5
“RUSSIAN ROULETTE”
Credit: Jonny Spade, High Roller [The bell tolls. Each chime serves as a death knell for CP and Jonny Spade while it does just the opposite for the victors. Currently reveling in the spoils, they nearly forget their opponents who linger outside the ring pondering seeking retribution for their failures. Sensing that even know the battle has been won but the war is far from over, the High Roller commandeers the ring microphone from Philip Jones and takes aim at Jonny Spade. Upon doing so he takes the next move away from the “Ace of Spades” and attempts to move towards annihilation in an organized fashion.] High Roller: One thang I git sick ain tired of hearin all da time is people callin me da “Gambler.” Do I look like dat stupin coo-yun Kenny Rodgers?! I tink not! Ain surely one would tink that I hear dat before!? My ag-gra-va-shawn aside, I can not tink of a bett’ah sayin to use right now dan the one he make famous. Misure Spade, you gotta know when to hold dem, know when to fold dem and mon ami, it be time for us to go all in. We be goin round ain round like a cat chasin its own tail and the way we be uppin each other it be only a matt’ah of time before somebody put an eye out. I say it be high time yoo and I stop playin da games and do da jobs we git paid for. Jonny Spade: Sounds good. I’ll get back to wrestling; you can go find a broom to push. High Roller: Now dat be really dog gun funny, boy. Real funny. But what be even funnier is da you are absolutely right. I be really gud at sweepin, Spade! At Samhain, I am gunna beat da legendary Jonny Spade and sweep him in a series of matches, two to zero! Now how ‘bout dat now?! [Before he allows Spade the courtesy of answering, The Roller makes a sweeping motion in the ring much to the delight of the crowd. Their laugher stings like salt being poured into an open wound and a red faced “Ace of Spades” gives a look of contempt at each and every one of them. From the front row to the nose bleed seats, no one shall escape his scowl.] Jonny Spade: Tonight you got lucky, pal! Lady Luck: You’re damn right he did!Jonny Spade: Hey, shut your mouth you bitch! The men are talking, know your place! High Roller: No man gunna disrepek my lady like dat! [It’s the running of the bulls! Spade drops to the canvas and rolls out of harms way that comes in the form of Roller’s outstretched hand. Much to HR’s dismay it hits nothing but air and Spade relishes in the fact that the ropes now serve as a barrier between he and his would be assailant. He is safe ... for now.] Jonny Spade: Na-ah! Forget it, Roller! You want me, you’re going to have to wait until Samhain! We’re going to do this on MY terms! High Roller: Your terms? Dare be one thing I forgot to men’shawn. In case you dun know, I be from Las Vegas, Nevada. Da city dun know the meanin of da word “small” and neither do I. I ain’t gunna let dis match between yoo and I be ah’nother man’s piss break. No, if we gunna do dis, we gunna do dis in style. No single ring is worthy of our rep-u-ta-shawns!Jonny Spade: So what are you purposing? *pause* You know what? It doesn’t matter. I will fight you anywhere and in anyway! Steel cage, lumber jack match, hardcore rules .... I’ve been in them all! High Roller: Well, dats a whole lotta choices for us, mon ami! A whole lotta choices! More dan any one man should have to decide. Yoo fancy yourself as a gamblin man, right? Jonny Spade: *Pfft* I am a natural card shark. You seem to have forgoten that you that you are talking to the man who beat you at your own game. High Roller: Funny, I rememb’ah being cheated out of my own game but dats neither here nor dare at the moment. If a gambler is what yoo truly are, den you gunna have no problem allowing fate to decide for us.Jonny Spade: What do you mean? If you are talking about letting all these imbeciles vote on a poll or something you can just forget - High Roller *interrupting*: I ain’t be talking bout anything like that, Spade. I be talkin about DIS![With a winner’s grin High Roller turns and points in the direction of the Alpha Tron. Spade’s eyes follow suit and there on the big screen is a picture of a roulette wheel that belongs not in a casino but rather a wrestling arena. Etched above each one of the grooves are not numbers but rather match types. Every match ever conceived during ACW’s five plus years is represented on this wheel including such classes as the “Pyramid from Hell” and “Leather and Lace.” Heaven help us if the steel ball falls into the later.] High Roller: At Samhain da wheel is gunna turn, turn, turn! WHERE IT BE STOPPING, WE SHALL ALL SOON...[There are a lot of stars out in the ring tonight, but make no mistake, the biggest star ACW has to offer resides outside the ring in the thousands of seats that surround it. Before our show ends tonight, it’s time for them to finally make there cameo and they get their cue as HR extends the microphone in their direction.] Crowd: LEARN! [The stage is set. On a night when all the creatures of night come out to play, there will certainly be plenty of souls for them to feast upon. At Samhain, who’s career shall continue among the land of the living and who’s shall end up six feet below the ground?] [FADE] [/i]End of Show[/i] |
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Oct 28, 2009 16:38:48 GMT -5
Added a segment.
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Post by The Red Panther on Oct 28, 2009 17:25:04 GMT -5
Honestly wasn't the best show, but I'd rather a great PPV and a sub-par show then average show and average PPV.
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Post by Jack Jefferson on Oct 28, 2009 17:41:08 GMT -5
I dunno, from scanning through it seemed like a decent show just a bit thin on the ground.
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VorteX
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Stay a while...and listen.
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Post by VorteX on Oct 28, 2009 20:46:45 GMT -5
Just curious as to who won our match. I wasn't sure which mod to PM about it, so I decided to post it here (if the match is in progress I'll be happy to wait until its done, if it's not just a result should suffice as it is going to tie in with some of my Samhain segments). As for the show, I am liking what I have read so far.
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Post by thesinner on Oct 29, 2009 7:05:58 GMT -5
It's been sent in, 'teX.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Oct 29, 2009 13:00:39 GMT -5
Triple threat match has been posted and another segment has been posted.
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