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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 1, 2009 16:13:39 GMT -5
Indeed, this moral dilemma is running through Dave’s head. On the one hand, he can complete the attack, bring the chair crashing down on Chris’ skull continuously, and gain the ultimate revenge for the attacks over the last few months. But if he takes that path, then he can kiss the International championship away. Now, he must choose. Revenge or the title. Revenge. Title. The crowd make it clear which they are for, as they chant for Dave to hit him with the chair. Jay also screams at his brother to finish Chris off. Dave’s face shows that he’s visibly torn though, as Alicia’s words run through his head. Chris needs help. Take the title but leave it at that.
Dave looks around, and as the camera focuses in on Chris, sweat drips down his forehead. Finally, Dave pulls back on the chair, and let’s a blood churning scream. Chris closes his eyes, and hears a loud clank. But no pain comes. He opens his eyes, and spots the chair on the ground beside him. Dave couldn’t do it. He couldn’t give up his International Championship.
Beside him, Dave stands, a tear rolling down his cheek. The ref is up and is screaming at Dave, trying to figure out what happened when he was unconscious. Dave stands there, not moving, his head hanging, knowing that if he didn’t take that chance to finish off Chris, he never would. He simply couldn’t bring himself to destroy someone in the same way Chris tried to destroy him. He throws his head back, wiping his hair from his eyes, and mouthing the words “I’m sorry” to Jay and the crowd. Just cause Dave didn’t have the guts to do it though….
Chris grabs the chair beside him and drives it up into the gut of Dave. Dave keels over, and stares at Chris, their faces only inches apart, Dave’s eyes open wide in shock. Chris grinds his teeth and climbs to his feet, pulls back with the chair and fires off a shot at Dave’s head, connecting and flooring Dave. The ref was still in prime position to see this attack though, and has no problem calling for the bell immediately. The crowd boo loudly, as Chris drops the chair and stares down at Dave, his face a lifeless image, showing no emotion. Jay slides into the ring, and Chris takes it as his signal to leave. He drops down and rolls out of the ring. Jay drops beside his brother’s body, as the announcement goes out and makes the result official.
Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by DQ…Dave Shadow! But still your International Champion….Chris Phenomenal!
Chris backs up the ramp, as the ref rushes up to meet him with the IN title belt. He backs up the ramp, looking at a fallen Dave. In the ring, Jay holds Dave by the head, as his brother starts to wake up. Dave realizes what has happened, and pushes Jay off him, trying to sit up. Jay kneels beside him, as Dave starts trying to apologies. He may not have a microphone, but the camera is close enough to pick up their conversation. Dave says that he couldn’t give up the IN title and that he had to remember what Alicia had said previously. Jay says it’s ok and hugs Dave.
Dave looks up the ramp, and his teary face turns red in anger. His brow drops as he spots Chris at the top of the ramp. Chris is beaten and sore, but he’s got enough energy in him to smile and raise HIS championship belt. The two continue their staring contest, as the crowd boo violently.
McNally: I can’t believe it. Dave had to chose between revenge or his title, and he chose the title. Edison: He chose poorly then. Cause he just walked out with neither. McNally: Something tells me that this is far from over between these two.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 1, 2009 16:14:11 GMT -5
“RETURN OF THE LIVING DEAD” Credit: Thunderkiss, Senator Steve Phillips & Chris Phenomenal [He may have not won the battle, but some may argue that Chris Phenomenal won the war. Making a strong case for this would be his manger, Steve Phillips, having met Chris at the top of the ramp. As both stand at the top, looking down at the ring he informs his protégé to keep his head up,] Senator Steve Phillips: Sometimes it is more than who wins or losses, it is who wakes up with the biggest headache, and you, my friend, shall not be that man. Hmph, they really should not have put my name on that stone, after all, I am still here, am I not? Chris Phenomenal: Right…[Too tired to speak, too tired to think, the two look at each other as Chris cockily smiles, walking back down towards the ring, raising his title as Dave and Jay stumble past the two, medics coming to help Dave to the back, Chris calling after them.] Chris Phenomenal: STILL INTERNATIONAL…-KaBOOM- [Everyone’s heart in the arena has just leapt out of their chests. Without warning, the lightening machine from above strikes down just feet away from the inseparable duo of the Senator & Chris Phenomenal. CP takes the brunt of the electricity flow and flies back several feet into Phillips who catapults off the ramp and conveniently falls down into the makeshift graveyard below. It takes a few seconds for his ears to stop ringing and as they do they begin to pick up faint traces up music best left forgotten.] [On the Alpha Tron the video that has accompanied this song so many time shines brightly on the canvas as if it were the bat signal high above Gotham City. Certainly this is all a ruse. Both the song and the video belong to a man who has been barred from Alpha Championship Wrestling for life. Someone is playing a cruel trick? Right? Wrong. They say “seeing is believing” and just wait till the Senator’s peepers get a look at this.] -THUNDERKISS- -RISE- [The command from parts unknown stills his beating heart. Eyes fixated on the ground below him, Phillips can only watch on in horror as something he had hoped would stay long buried returns to the land of the living. It begins with a subtle disturbance of the soil that lay on top of a freshly dug grave. From this dirt comes a hand, a hand that trembles in the air the moment it is freed from its Earthly prison. The crowd explodes once they see what is transpiring and only continue to surpass their loudness as the body that belongs to the hand comes forth into view. Their loudness combined with his fear disorientates Steve Phillips who is now so overcome with wrought he falls to his knees. He is utterly helpless to watch on as the ghost of Omega Effect’s past come back to haunt him.] Thunderkiss: TRICK OR TREAT!Senator Steve Phillips: You cannot possibly be here! Not here, not now! You are barred from this organization! You are supposed to be rotting in some back alley in some decrepit slum somewhere! Thunderkiss: *sniff,sniff* Fe ... Fi ... Fo ... FUM! I SMELL ME SOME POLITICIAN SCUM! [Saliva drips down from both corners of his mouth as he can smell the sweet taste of fear lingering thickly in the air. Not feeling any sense of comfort being under TK’s shadow, Phillips quickly leaps backwards onto his feet and uses his keen sense of balance to prevent himself from toppling over yet again. No matter to Thunderkiss, he only dusts himself off and follows Senator as if he was his shadow..] Senator: Well then...I suppose...I suppose that like a burgoning governmental bureaucracy, a man as yourself can never be expected to go away for good! Mr. Joseph, I figure that as drugged out of your mind as you are, the only thing you might understand is the wrong end of some hard knuckles. I may not be in the best of shape, I may be retired, but I can still fend for myself. You on the other hand, are nothing but a pathetic wastrel, a scrap for society's dirt heap... Thunderkiss: Yeah. That’s right ...Senator: That is indeed right, for a so-called man as yourself must find it difficult to fend on your own and without the feeding tube of an organization such as ACW or the Salvation Army! I can hardly understate just how sickening your sight is to me, and for that matter, to civilized individuals around the globe. You are a negative contributor to the world, and your country, taking out more than you give, corrupting all that you touch, and I might remind you that the reason that you left from here in the first place... Thunderkiss: That’s right. Just keep talking ....Senator: Yes, the reason you left is because I knocked you straight out of contention for the World Heavyweight Title, a belt which you aspired to in your selfish, self centered, cro-magnon sentiments! In the end, however, it was not you, but I who prevailed, and you were left in the ashheap of history, and the tabloid rack of the supermarket when you stormed off like the blithering, miserable coward that you are! In fact, I might add that the only failure worse than the latter part of your ACW career came with the personal disaster that you called your marria... Thunderkiss: SO I CAN SHOVE MY FIST IN YOUR MOUTH! [Every word spoken in his direction becomes the spark that ignites his unsurpassed rage. His family stalked and hounded for months. His biggest ACW opportunity robbed of him. He and his wife’s company taken from him. Oh yes, he is a 353 pound powder keg who has been primed to explode for several months now. The wait is finally over.] Thunderkiss: YOU!~!~CRACK~!~ Thunderkiss: TOOK!~!~CRACK~!~ Thunderkiss: EVERYTHING FROM ME! ~!~CRACK~!~ [Thunderkiss drives his fists into Steve’s skull like a jackhammer. The Senator does not take these oversized helpings of whoop ass without resistance; he fires back with his own knife edge chops. There is only one problem, the only thing these“knifes” are cutting are Thunderkiss’ rationale, that is if he had any to begin with. Meanwhile, the spectacle of this unexpected melee has drawn the crowd’s attention away from Chris Phenomenal. Much to their surprise he enters the fray feeling a much better man. Before his pal Phillips can become smashed like a pumpkin after Halloween, he makes the save with an impressive elbow that rattles Thunderkiss’ spine.] Thunderkiss: UGH! Chris Phenomenal: Come on Kiss, put em up.[Chris pops Thunderkiss again with a big right hand, knocking him back.] Chris Phenomenal: You Should have never come back Kiss, we ended you, we took you out of commission for good. I turned my back on you, allowing Steele to break you when you thought I had your back.[Another blow from Chris Phenomenal to Thunderkiss this one flooring him as Chris drops down to his stomach, thrusting the international title into the face of the returned Thunderkiss. The rage that he has succumbed to time and time again slowly starting to fill him.] Chris Phenomenal: Because of you, I got this. I rode the momentum of being the last person to pin you right to the top of this company.
Senator: Pick the bum up, Christopher!
[The boo birds come out in droves as Chris Phenomenal takes a moment, pleading silently with Senator to allow him to continue but inevitably does as he is instructed and holds Thunderkiss into position. Now wide open for attack, Thunderkiss is completely helpless to stop Phillips’ fists from grinding his guts like a blender. It is the Senator’s turn to show his power is to be feared and his arthritic laced fists feel like sledgehammers as they rip TK apart from the inside.]
Maxwell McNally: What a shocking turn of events! Just seconds ago this capacity crowd came unhinged as we witnessed the apparent return of Thunderkiss! However, all that excitement has now turned into horror as the Worldbreaker is being taken apart by the remnants of the Senatorial Stable!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Aw, man! Look McNally, blood is seeping from the big guy’s mouth! He’s gotta be busted up inside!
Maxwell McNally: The emotion of this capacity crowd is being busted up as well. Just listen to those boos! Wait a second ... it appears that one of them is going to take matters into their own hands! Could you expect less from the Kiss Army?!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: That’s not a fan, Maxwell! That’s -
Anna Sommers: Get away from him!
~!~SMACK~!~ [If there is one thing Anna Sommers can do well, that is wield a chair. At Omega Effect IV she will forever be remembered for the “chair shot heard around the world” as she laid out Thunderkiss in vengeful spite. Tonight she does it again only this time as not just an ally, but a lover. If the Senator had a dollar for every time he has been hit in the head he’d be a richer man than what he already is ... ]
Senator *clutching head in pain*: Well, if it is not the lunatic, herself! How did you ever effect your escape from the asylum? Then again, perhaps I am asking the wrong question. I mean really, I would assume that after living with Mr. Joseph, the madhouse would seem quite comfortable and familiar to...
Anna Sommers: You stay away from him! Get back! Get back or I’ll ... I’ll ...
Chris Phenomenal *laughing*: Or you’ll what? Smack one on me and stick me with a wicked case of crabs?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 1, 2009 16:14:45 GMT -5
[The sound of his wife in distress awakens Thunderkiss. With a smile he spits out a mouthful of blood and tells the pain it will have to wait, more important business is at hand. With a renewed sense of purpose he leaps to his feet and begins to “thunder up,” something Phillips is quite familiar with. Even still, that hasn’t made it any easier to tolerate over the years.]
Thunderkiss: If you come another inch in her direction I will snap your necks. Both of them and damn be the consequences. I’ve waited a long time for this, Senny. A LONG time. What you did to me this past Spring is a debt you’ve yet to pay in full. What you did after that added onto it for an entire lifetime. Even if it means I never have a moments peace again until the day I die, so be it. As long as I make your life hell that’s all that matters to me anymore. Now ... who’s for a game of frisbee?
[Showing that he hasn’t lost a step, Thunderkiss yanks the nearest tombstone out of the graveyard set which just happens to belong to BK London.]
Senator: Book it, the moron has completely lost grip of his faculties!
[Knowing that a human skull is not made to withstand a blow of over two hundred pounds of solid concrete, both Phenomenal and the Senator make a run for it and manage to slip away. While TK is not known for his sprinting abilities, he could have given both men a run for their money if his attention was not with his wife’s safety. This doesn’t mean a message won’t be sent and one is as London’s tombstone goes sailing an incredible distance and comes crashing down at the entranceway into hundreds of little pieces.]
Thunderkiss: Anna, are you okay?
Anna Sommers: TK, they didn’t even touch me. You are so overreacting.
Thunderkiss: Overreacting?! Do you know what might have happened to you if I didn’t come around? Don’t you ever do that again! How many times have we had this conversation?!
Anna: Enough for you to know I’ll never listen.
[It’s good to know that some things never change. As the married couple continue their bickering, not a single fan in the joint remains seated. In unison they stand, applauding the return of Thunderkiss. Or is it? A few months back his unannounced visits to ACW events were met with security guards that were instructed to throw him out. However, unlike last time, his pyrotechnics and theatrics were in full effect. This and the lack of swarming security would lead one to believe that his name is once again on Ginger’s payroll. If this turns out to be true, one question lingers above them all ...
How?]
Fade...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 1, 2009 16:16:06 GMT -5
Short, and not all That Sweet... By Dave Shadow As we cut backstage again, Dave has been brought to the medical center. He lies on the bed in the room, stretched back, his hands under his head, staring up at the ceiling. The man is battered and bruises are starting to show on his pale, white, Irish skin. A small cut has been closed on his forehead, where Chris Phenomenal hit him with the naked steel chair earlier.
There is no talking in this segment, no music or noise. Just Dave, lying on his back, his eyes open and unblinking. He is alone, with his thoughts. He may have won tonight, on a technicality, but that does not mean much to Dave at this point. He may as well have lost. Now, Dave has no International Championship. He is no closer to gaining his ultimate revenge. And he feels like he has had his head pounded in again.
Victory is meant to be sweet, but tonight’s victory does not feel it for Dave.
A single tear emerges from his eye and drips along his cheek; a moment of weakness as he lies all alone. In his mind, Dave makes a vow. Regardless of other commitments, regardless of what others may be telling him, this isn’t over. Not yet. Not by a long shot.
Dave Shadow will gain his revenge, and when he does, it will be the sweetest moment of all.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 1, 2009 16:17:22 GMT -5
Llandurmeg: Meet the Parents Jack Jefferson
After one of the most sleepless nights of his life and a breakfast that still seemed to be mostly alive Jefferson is back on the information trail, determined to dig up any dirt on Dan that may be buried away in this bizarre little village. The morning air has done Jefferson the world of good, as he hikes up the dirt path towards where Dan White’s parents supposedly live, but you wouldn’t know it to look at him. His face is twisted into a scowl, probably because he was hoping to be out of this freakish place by now and because yesterday was a complete bust. His stride is purposeful and before long he reaches a small residence that looks more like an old shack that a house. Nevertheless he raps on the door.
A man with greying hair and an unruly beard answers the door. He wears a huge grin on his face, which doesn’t even seem to be there for Jefferson but is more likely just plastered there constantly. He studies Jefferson with his beady eyes, a little confused by the appearance of a stranger on his doorstep. After all, no-one in this village is a stranger to anyone so it’s quite an uncommon experience. He and Jefferson seem to stare at each other for an age before Jefferson finally breaks the silence.
Jefferson: Billy White?
Billy: The very same, who’re you?
Jefferson: The name’s Jack Jefferson. I work with your son, Dan, and I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about him?
The smile momentarily disappears from Billy’s face as Jefferson mentions Dan. There’s definitely something to be had here it seems...if Billy agrees to talk to him that is.
Billy: Hmmm...I suppose so, seems like you’ve come a long way after all. You’d better come in, can’t have you stood on the doorstep. I’ll put the kettle on.
Jefferson follows him inside and finds himself in what appears to be the inside of a shed. There is clutter everywhere and the room is centred around a small table covered in paint flecks and what looks like axel grease. Jefferson is nearly bowled over as a large black sheep charges at him, causing him to leap out of his skin. Why would they keep a sheep in the house?
Billy: Oh, sorry Jack. This is my wife and Dan’s mother, Nora.
Jefferson looks around but can’t see her anyway, he’s very confused and turns to Billy to ask him where but sees him pointing to the sheep.
Jefferson: Wait...what? The...sheep?
Billy: Yes, of course.
Jefferson: What the...
Billy: I know, it comes as a shock to most people and it took a while for the villagers to get used to her but I don’t see the problem. There is nothing wrong with having a black wife.
Jefferson is so taken aback by this statement that he actually has to sit down. Dan’s “mother” runs through the open front door and outside while Billy sits opposite Jack, placing two cups of tea on the table.
Billy: So, what do you want to know?
Jefferson: Well, to be honest, I was just wondering what Dan was like when he was younger. Get to know him a little better.
Billy: Well Dan was just your typical young lad. Started going with me to the pub aged 14 and before long he was womanising like there was no tomorrow. He was always more partial to white wool though, as I recall. Had some real stunners in his day. Jefferson can’t believe what he’s hearing and actually looks stunned by the information, having to shake his head to regain his senses.
Jefferson: Um...okay then. So, what do you think about the success Dan has earned for himself?
Billy: Success? That isn’t success boy. Parading round in your underwear and getting into scraps is not success. He should’ve stayed in the village, got a job down the pits like everyone else and settled down with a nice Ewe.
Jefferson: So...you’re not supportive of your son’s career then?
Billy: No, course not. He’s brought shame on this family by leaving the village. Now he’s banished forever and to be honest, I’m glad. There really is no point talking about this anymore, I only let you in to be kind and this is getting us nowhere. You’re better off leaving this place and getting back to your freak world.
Jefferson can’t quite believe what he’s hearing but is actually extremely relieved at the prospect of getting the hell outta dodge. He gets up and Billy extends his hand for Jefferson to shake; he doesn’t take it, instead shooting the man who fathered Dan White a filthy look.
Jefferson: Trust me, I’ll be extremely happy when I can get out of this fucking place. You’re all insane...who the fuck actually marries a sheep then somehow has a human child with it?
Billy: Look now, don’t you speak ill of my wife in MY home!
Jefferson: Your wife? Hah! She’s a farmyard animal you fucking nutter. You’re all freaks. Oh, and I’ll be sure to pass on your regards to Dan while I’m pounding the shit out of his face Sunday night.
Jefferson laughs and walks away, leaving Billy rooted to the spot and speechless. His face is twisted into a snarl but before he can do anything Jefferson has walked out of the door so he’s reduced to slamming his fist on the table. Outside, Jefferson breathes in deeply, enjoying the fresh air after the staleness of the White Family shack. He sets off up the dirt track at a rapid pace, wanting to get the hell out of Llandurmeg as quickly as possible. One thing’s for sure...he won’t ever be coming back!
Fade to Black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 1, 2009 16:18:29 GMT -5
”DOWN IN THE CATACOMBS” Draven Rook Heading deep into the basement of the ACW building, Manny Sykes the happy-go-lucky greasebag pornographer has managed to find his way into the boiler room, the typical territory of Dan White’s Black and White alterego but has found that B&W isn’t presently home. Heading down past a stack of boilers, he notices a large a small cluster of barrels in a corner. Having been instructed, he starts to shift the unbelievably heavy barrels and after some struggle reveals a trapdoor. Lifting it up, he sees a ladder and begins to scale down further into the dankness of this corridor. He can’t see a thing down here until he whips out a well planned torch and switches it on full beam. He walks to the end of a corridor, barely wide enough for a single human body and as if he was expected a switch is flicked and a small vent opens. Manny squats to the ground and crawls through, unsure of what to make but upon seeing the next room he realizes he’s in the right place.
At the other side of this tunnel is a large catacomb with rows of pews, a chandelier and candles scattered around the place giving the room an eerie orange glow. At the front of the room is a large altar, a stone slab covered with ceremonial linens and with a large copy of The Bible lumped on top of it. It’s a very basic set-up for now but that in itself adds to the spooky atmosphere. It seems that it was empty but as Manny heads towards the altar albeit excruciatingly slowly, the man himself Draven Rook appears from the shadows like some sort of rogue. The sight of him alone sends shivers down Manny’s spine, but his voice spooks him more as he announces his presence.Draven Rook: “Manuel, so glad you could join us child. What bringeth you to mine... humble abode?”Manny Sykes: “Vato, you TOLD me to come down into this place!” Draven Rook: “Ah yes, so I did! Were you followed?”Manny Sykes: “No, I don’t think anybody is stupid enough to travel this far down into the building holmes, it’s like a labyrinth! I got LOST on the way here esse! I spent two hours trying to find this place!” Draven Rook; “Perfect... what do you think of my new home?”Manny Sykes: “It’s umm... it’s different! It’s got the Church atmosphere to it and it’s in the ground that God made! Couldn’t hear a scream down here!” Draven Rook: ”Yes... We have only one Mr. Daniel Mainer to thank for that who was kind enough to give us the location of this fine chamber from his blueprints. Now... you’ve been here a couple of weeks and I want to check your progress in regards to your purposes and goals. How goes your photography around the area, have you taken any choice and exotic pictures during your stay?”With a grin, more out of relief than general happiness Manny drops his guard and begins to babble about what he’s done so far.Manny Sykes: “Si senor! I have some grade A shots that I’ve been takin’! I got an entire roll on that saucy puta Rena Matheson and I got a couple of panty shots on Charlotte King, damn that girl has a tight ass! Nothin’ on your Lilith though!” Feigning interest, Draven looks at Manny with a blank expression.Draven Rook: “Oh really? Can I see the film?”Manny has a distinct moment of satisfaction believing he’s converted the chaste priest, hands over the camera without a second thought. Draven takes it off him and looks at the digital screen on the back, the light illuminating his handsome features.Draven Rook: “This is a very nice camera Mr. Sykes...”He twists it around carefully in his hands as he assesses the camera itself and not the actual camera.Draven Rook: “Very nice indeed Manuel... but it is somewhat of a shame...”His face turns to a dark, focused expression as he finds what he wants located on the body of the digital camera.Draven Rook: “That you have yet to pay me a single pence piece for anything that has been done so far.”And with that, he pops off a piece of plastic on the camera and presses a little button causing the memory card to pop out. Taking it between his thumb and index finger, he examines it closely as the camera automatically shuts off in his hand.Draven Rook: “So, as a result these photographs shall stay with me until we have received the correct payment. Though I’m sure a successful photographer like yourself will quickly find the money we desire, I expect that payment eventually and in your own time. You are allowed to continue to take photographs but we shall take the donations to the church from Lilith’s photoshoots and any miscellaneous pictures you may have taken at a time when I feel that you are coming to the point where you are outstaying your welcome. Are we clear on this?”Manny doesn’t know what to make of the situation and chokes up, unsure of what to say in response to Draven’s new demands. As a result, Draven grabs Manny by the collar of his silk shirt and leg trips leaving him entirely in Draven’s control who holds him but a foot off the ground, had Draven let go at this point he would’ve dropped to the floor and cracked his head.Draven Rook: “Are we clear on this Manuel?! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!”The wrath of Satan drips from his venomous voice as he snarls at the Santiago-born photographer who is visibly shaken from the aggression of this angry priest.Draven Rook: ”WELL DO YOU?! ARE WE CLEAR?!”Manny Sykes: “Crystal, vato!” All composure returns and Draven pulls Manny back up to a stable balance, a smirk curled across his smooth face as Manny can’t tell heads from tails not sure what to make of this unbelievable display of aggression from the supposed Man of God. He shakes his head waiting for Draven’s response.Draven Rook: “Excellent! You are free to leave this area now, you are no longer required.”Manny Sykes: “A’ite, thanks maine.” Draven Rook: ”You’re welcome, child.”And with that, the screen fades to black as the relationship between this messy-headed photographer and his priest employer. It seems now that Draven holds all the cards and will run this as he wants it, Draven has scary potential and I hate to think where he’ll go next!FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 1, 2009 16:19:06 GMT -5
Saved for soon-to-be-added Yoko work.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 1, 2009 16:22:19 GMT -5
Match 6: ACW World Championship Match Dan White vs. Jack Jefferson (Credit: Torak )
As per usual, this evening in ACW has thus far offered plenty of tricks and even more treats. With pulses raised to terrifying levels amongst the fans, a hair raising encounter is to soon follow. With the prestigious ACW World title on the line in the Main Event, there will surely be a treat for the victor. As Jack Jefferson, the challenger tonight, gears up into costume, many wonder if he has the vision to attain the ultimate prize in the ring tonight, or will his dreams go up in smoke as the beligerent Dan White aims to extend his, so far, youthful title run.
Instead of the conventional ring bell, some haunting, thematic bell chimes reverberate throughout the arena, sending a thrilling chill up and down the spine of all in attendance. Phillip takes up his position in the ring and raises the microphone to his lips.
Phillip: The following is the main event, scheduled for one fall, and is for the ACW World Championship.
“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.
Phillip: Introducing first: The challenger, in the ring, from Manchester, England. Tonight, weighing in at two-hundred and nineteen pounds, Jack Jefferson!
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 the champion to make his entrance.
ANARCHY!!!!!!
”Anarchy in the UK” by The Sex Pistols hits, and even as the first “Anarchy” hits, the fans go batshit mental as Dan White walks out through the curtain. He claps his hands, ready for action, and walks down to the ring, with a pretty simplistic light show, and no pyros. He walks down the ramp, and close to the fans, not shaking their hands, but close enough so they have the chance to touch greatness.
Phillip: And his opponent, from Cardiff, Wales. Weighing in at two hundred and forty eight pounds, he is the ACW World Champion… “The Welsh Dragon” Dan White!
He enters the ring, where he warms up at the ropes, and climbs a turnbuckle, throwing his arms, and his title belt, up into the air and beating his chest. He pauses and glares down at his challenger lurking in the ring. He holds the belt close to his own face and mouths to Jefferson how he intends to scupper his chances. Jefferson merely glares back at him, keeping focus. White drops to the canvas and reluctantly hands the belt to the referee, who deposits the belt at ringside. He squeezes between the two competitors, who square up, and separates them. He lays down the laws of the game, as if they didn’t already know. He checks both men for any illegal objects and, satisfied that both men are unarmed, allows the bell to be rung – the signal that the match can begin.
The two former stable-mates begin circling each other, both stalking and sizing up their opponent. Their eye-contact suspends intensity. Over a thousand prior encounters mean nothing now as they both square off. Jefferson sneers at Dan as the champion loosens himself up. They approach each other and lock up at the shoulders. Dan immediately utilizes his size and strength advantage and drives his former partner into the corner. Fleming, the hallmark referee for the ACW main event, urges Dan to withdraw from the cornered Jefferson. He relinquishes his grip and backs off. Jefferson, in less of a sportsmanslike mood, launches out of the corner with a right hand to the face of the Champion, catching him off guard. Jefferson throws another right hand, and another, knocking Dan back to the middle of the ring. He throws in a knife-edge chop to the sternum before attempting to whip Dan across the ring. However, still the stronger man, Dan manages to reverse and instead sends Jefferson into the ropes. Jefferson rebounds and bears down on the Welsh Dragon, who aims a clothesline at neck level – but Jefferson manages to duck and continues on towards the opposite ropes. On his return, Dan adjusts his body and goes for a hip-toss. Jefferson carries through and attempts a hip-toss of his own, but Dan remains rigid and blocks the throw. Jefferson, thinking fast, delivers a right hand to the midsection of his opponent, sending him doubled over. He places a leg over the back of his neck, looking for a leg guillotine, but Dan swoops upwards, sending Jefferson into a somersault, landing on his feet. Dan attacks him with a charging clothesline, but Jefferson ducks. He lifts a right foot into the mid-riff of the Champion, who catches his leg, causing Jefferson to hop onto one leg. Before Dan can capitalize on the golden opportunity, Jefferson launches himself up and hits an enziguri to the face of White.
Dan pushes himself to his feet, but immediately finds himself on the end of a jaw-clenching European uppercut. Dan reels backwards into the corner and rests against the turnbuckle. Jefferson roars in with a right hand then follows it up with a barrage of right stomps to the stomach. RAF, following procedure, commands Jefferson to desist, but he’s less compliant. He continues his assault well into the count administered by the veteran official. Before he reaches five, Jefferson wisely draws Dan out of the corner and leads him to the opposite turnbuckle, planting Dan’s head on the top pad for good measure. He pulls him from the corner and backs him into the ropes before propelling him across the ring. Dan rushes back and runs straight into a suspended dropkick to the face. Dan hits the mat with a thud as Jefferson pounces to his feet. As Dan begins to crawl back to his feet, Jefferson makes sure to land some cheap digs with his feet. Desperately, Dan throws his arms into a collar tie-up with Jefferson, attempting to leverage some advantage, but Jefferson’s wily tricks help him maintain the upper-hand in the early goings of the match as he sneakily stomps on his left foot. As Dan recoils, he opens himself up for easy pickings as Jefferson bounces off the ropes and hits a running lariat across the chest of White, knocking him down to the canvas. Jefferson gets back to his feet and targets the legs of Dan. Grasping Dan’s left calf with his hands, he drops a stiff knee down onto the ankle of his foe. A second and a third knee follows, sending a pained grimace to the face of the current Champion.
Dan manages to shake the grip of Jefferson and begins to get to his feet as his opponent continues to land some cheap strikes. Jefferson grabs a handful of hair and uses it to control some right hands to the temple of his rival before cranking in a side headlock. Applying as much pressure as he can, he squeezes the nogging of White, making sure to keep his legs apart for balance. Dan tries to fight out, but Jefferson retaliates with a stiff right hand to the cranium. Jefferson then decides to bring Dan down to the canvas with a side headlock takedown, retaining his grasp on the head of White, converting into a chinlock. Jefferson encourages Dan to submit, but there is no way the Welsh Dragon is giving up his crown that easily.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 1, 2009 16:25:29 GMT -5
A small cluster of fans begin a rallying cry for their “working class hero”. The energy from the chant begins to channel it’s way through the restricted Champion. He begins to feel the pulse of the rhythm from the chant and uses it to time his way to his feet in stages; first to his side, then to one knee; finally to both feet. Back in a headlock position, Jack is no longer in control of the hold, leaving Dan some movement space. He drives some elbows into the ribs of Jefferson, loosening his grip, bit by bit. Finally, Jefferson releases his hold and Dan fights back with some right hands. Jefferson teeters backwards towards the ropes. Dan bounces him from them and sends him across the ring and on the return, hits a back elbow, knocking Jefferson down. Jefferson rolls to his feet, back he’s soon rolled back down again as he walks straight into a snapmare takedown. In the seated position, he’s open to all kinds of punishing options. Dan opts for the sickening kick to the spine that brings an excruciating scream from Jefferson. Before Jefferson can get up, Dan rushes to the ropes that Jefferson faces, rebounds off and leaps downwards, hitting a front seated bulldog/neckbreaker. Jefferson holds his neck in pain as he pushes himself to his feet. With his back turned on the Champion, he finds himself in a perilous predicament. Dan closes in and executes a Side Russian Leg Sweep. The hard impact takes a little out of Dan’s sails, but the whiplash effect endured by Jefferson makes it worth it. Dan gets to his feet and stalks his prey. Jefferson is slower to his feet and slower in awareness as he walks straight into a Face First DDT. Dan rolls him over and goes for the cover. One! Two! Jefferson kicks out.
Dan, rolling to his feet, pulls Jefferson up with him. He lands a couple of stiff forearm shots to the cheek of his former Empire ally before fiercely whipping him into the corner. He follows him in and delivers a stiff kick to the midsection. A buckled Jefferson gasps for air as Dan pulls him away from the ropes and locks in a front facelock. He hoists him up into a vertical suplex and lands him down on the apron. It’s clear what he’s going for here. He draws an extra breath and lifts him up, looking for the Slingshot Gutbuster that he bizarrely likes to call the “Crackpot Innuendo”. But Jefferson has other ideas, as he blocks the lift and drops down to the floor outside, using the ropes for the guillotine effect on Dan, who collapses to the canvas in a considerable amount of distress as his windpipe is crushed by the top rope. Jefferson takes the moment to regain his energy on the outside. RAF, the stringent professional that he is, begins to adminster the ten count. Jefferson allows it to reach the half-way point before he re-enters the ring. He pulls a now easy-breathing Dan to his feet and delivers another knife edged chop across the sternum, stealing the breath from Dan momentarily. A hard right hand sends Dan down to the mat near the ropes. Jefferson positions him so that he is parallel to the ropes and hangs his left leg on the bottom rope before rushing at the opposite ropes, rebounding and executing a baseball slide with a raised foot, catching Dan’s tied up ankle. Dan clutches it, feeling the sting of the shot, but he’s not allowed to nurse it for long as Jefferson pulls him to his feet. Jefferson heaves Dan up in what looks like a belly-to-back suplex, but instead of dropping Dan to the canvas, he grips the left ankle of the Champion and crushes it as he drops him onto his knee. Dan crumbles to the mat again as Jefferson seizes control. He grasps the legs of Dan and locks in an agonizing Indian Deathlock. Dan wriggles and squirms in pain, his left leg bearing the brunt of most of Jefferson’s offense, so far. RAF is poised for the potential submission from the Champion, which Jefferson hopes is imminent.
Dan grimaces as the pain that sears through his body. He covers his face in agony, not wanting to show how much pain this hold is putting him in. He tightens his arms, not wanting them to fall loose and be mistaken for or to be tempted to tap out. RAF watches closely, sporadically asking Dan if he’s had enough. Dan is persitent in his refusal to submit, despite his body crying out for reprieve. The look of determination of Jefferson’s face echoes Dan’s resolve to stay in this fight.
As he squirms on the canvas, Dan notices the ropes, which are not too far away. He works his shoulders in order to push his body towards them, doing his best to drag the body weight of Jefferson along with him. It’s an arduous task, but the pain of submitting would be much greater. He leans back and stretches, putting further pressure on himself, but it is a required position in order to free himself. He reaches, his fingertips only centimeters away from freedom. He shifts his shoulders again. The pain is reaching unbearable levels now. Jefferson roars, urging Dan to submit. RAF remains attentative, watching all aspects of the action. Dan reaches, stretching his arms as far as they will reach, his fingers stretch so far that they click. He wiggles them, and finally manages to grab a handful of rope. RAF immediately springs into action, ordering Jefferson to break the hold. It takes a while to unlock their legs, but once free, a satisfying feeling of painlessness washes over Dan.
Angrily, Jefferson hauls Dan up from the floor and hits a Snap Suplex. He floats over into the cover, hoping that the damage from the hold will suffice in the long run. One! Two! Dan kicks out.
Jefferson wastes no time and pulls Dan to his feet again. He pulls him into another front-facelock, but this time, hooks the injured left leg. He lifts him up and executes a textbook Fisherman’s Suplex with a bridging pin. RAF is called into action again: One! Two! Dan just manages to collapse the bridge.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 1, 2009 16:25:50 GMT -5
Jefferson slams the canvas in frustration. He is far from happy with Dan’s resilience – using up most of his repertoire on the dogged Champion. He pulls Dan to his feet once more and locks in yet another front facelock. He proclaims that he’s had enough and this is curtains for Dan. He hoists him up into the air and hangs him up. It appears he’s going for a Brainbuster. But Dan, managing to refocus, drops out of the back, hooks the head of Jefferson and hits the Reverse DDT drop into backbreaker. It’s an equalizer of great significance.
The canvas supports the exhausted bodies of both men for a moment as they simultaneously draw heavy breath. RAF looks down at the carnage and, ushered by protocol, begins to administer a sinister ten count.
One!
The initiation of the count out grasps the attention of both competitors – their eyes flash open wide as the threat of count-out looms. Dan is obviously less concerned, but his personal pride overrides him and he considers returning to his feet.
Two!
Three!
Jefferson, not willing to let his opportunity slip away in this manner, begins to stir. He rolls over onto his stomach, holding his back in pain.
Four!
Five!
Dan sits up and starts to push himself to his feet. Jefferson, likewise, starts to rise.
Six!
Seve…
Both men reach their feet and begin to slug it out – fatigue stealing their potency. They exchange some sloppy right hands in the middle of the ring. Dan manages to outmuscle his opponent and sharply whips him towards the ropes before ducking down for a back body drop. Jefferson anticipates well and avoids the drop by clinging to the ropes. Dan whips his head back up and beckons Jefferson towards him. Jefferson obliges and charges at him, but walks straight into a Dragonzuri to the kisser. Both men soon pop back up to their feet and collide with an exchange of right hands again. Dan, eager to direct the momentum of the match, forces Jefferson back into the ropes and whips him again. This time, Jefferson returns and Dan lines up a hard right hand shot to the temple, but Jefferson ducks and continues his run. He ricochets off the stiff ropes and rushes at Dan, who is caught off step. Jefferson leaps up into the air and hits a running leg lariat, knocking Dan down to the canvas. The burst of energy injected into the match soon wears off and both men retreat to opposite corners. Jefferson uses the moment to rest, and pulls himself to a seated position against the turnbuckle. Dan struggles, and in an attempt to get to his feet, falls down onto one knee. The pair glance over at one another; Dan spots Jefferson in his seated position; Jefferson notices Dan’s knee luringly jutting out. There is a moment of hesitation before both men pounce to their feet and charge at one another. Neither man can back down now, nor alter their plan. Jefferson leaps into the air and throws a stiff knee at the onrushing Champion. Meanwhile, Dan hurls a hard left foot at the face of the challenger. Consequentially, both men fall on the receiving end of each other’s venom in a synchronized Shining Wizard/Killer Blow maneuver. Both men fall to the canvas, with the stuffing knocked out of each other. They dazedly count stars on the canvas. Their chests expand and contract rapidly as they frantically gasp for oxygen. RAF, as disbelieving as most in attendance, is unusually slow on the uptake and takes moment to follow the convention of starting another count out.
One!
This time, the count does not stir any sort of response either man. They continue to lie prone in the ring next to each other.
Two!
Still no movement from the competitors.
Three!
Four!
RAF pauses momentarily to check if both men are, in fact, still breathing. Whilst neither of them flinch at all, they are still visibly breathing and conscious, although dazed.
Five!
Six!!
Worryingly, neither has budged an inch at this point. The crowd begin to rise to their feet to gain a better view. Is this it?
Seven!!!
Still no movement.
EIGHT!!!!
There is a hint of anxiety present in the arena as the referee’s count continues to ascend with no sign of movement.
NINE!!!!!
Everything seems to fall into slow motion as the referee edges closer and closer to the count-out. Fans scream and shout in desperation as McNally and Edison go wild on commentary. The tension grows thick as Raymon Allen Fleming raises his arms up into the air, ready to count the final and decisive number….when suddenly, Dan drapes a limp arm across the chest of Jefferson. RAF abandons one count and begins another.
One!
Two!
Thr-no!
Jefferson just flips over onto his stomach to cancel the count. So many in the crowd believed it was over, some even celebrate the victory only to be disappointingly brought to the realization that this match isn’t over yet.
Both men battle to their feet. Weary blows are traded as the match reaches the “How are they still going?” point. Both men must be close to running on empty at this point. Jefferson, seemingly drawing an adrenaline rush from his near-fall, seeks to assume control of the match. He delivers a kick to the hips of Dan before attempting to whip him across the ring. But Dan, still displaying the benefit of his size and strength advantage, counters and sends Jefferson towards the ropes instead. Jefferson, in a repeat performance, grasps the ropes in order to halt his rush, believing he has outwitted the Champion again. But it proves not to be the case as Dan quickly charges at him and delivers a clothesline across the sternum, sending both men crashing to the hard floor outside.
RAF, quickly becoming the mathematician, initiates another ten count as the two men, on the exterior of the ring, are in breach of the common match rules.
One!
Two!
Three!
Dan is the first to respond to the call as he gets to his feet. He glances up at RAF, who orders him to return to the ring.
Four!
Dan rolls into the ring, then rolls back out to disrupt and reset the count. He then pulls Jefferson to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. As RAF is distracted by Jefferson, Dan slinks down beneath the apron and rummages beneath the ring. He finds something, but obscures it from the view of all watching eyes by shoving it down into his tights. He re-enters the ring and shoots RAF an innocent look.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 1, 2009 16:26:06 GMT -5
Dan pulls Jefferson to his feet and wraps his arms around the neck and arms of his opponent before bringing him crashing down to the canvas, his face unprotected, in a full nelson bulldog. Dan backs away from his fallen foe, who checks his nose for signs of bleeding. Dan turns to the fans and shimmies with his hands helf aloft, sending them into rapture. Dan returns to the challenger and pulls him to his feet and into the middle of the ring. Gripping his head in a vice like lock, he exececutes a neckbreaker. He maintains his clutch on the neck. With a swing of the hips, Dan spins to his feet, pulling Jefferson up with him. The neckbreaker meets a sequel, as Dan brings his enemy down for a second time. Dan’s not finished just yet, though, as he still maintains possession of Jefferson’s torqued head. Another swing of the hips, and both men find themselves vertical once more. Dan pauses for a moment, allowing the atmosphere to build before hitting the third and final neckbreaker. Dan releases his hold and sits up with a smile on his face. He turns to the crowd and smiles, drawing a pop from them. He gets to his feet and points at the corner. He glances down and notices Jefferson in a prime position and swiftly staggers over to the turnbuckle. He gains a firm foot on the rope before ascending at the corner. He takes another glance over his shoulder to judge the distance and trajectory required. He reaches the top rope and carefully balances himself in a standing position before leaping off in an impressive corkscrew moonsault. It’s a high risk, high pay-out kind of maneuver, which, in this instance, fails to pay-up. Jefferson, with what he has left in the tank, manages to roll out of harm’s way, causing Dan to crash down hard on the canvas. Jefferson, buoyed by Dan’s own calamity, rises to his feet. Dan, somewhat stunned, awkwardly clambers to his feet. Jefferson wastes no time and swoops in, hooking in an Ura-nage before hoisting Dan up into a backbreaker. Dan holds his back in pain and grimaces. Jefferson, one one knee, assesses the situation. He spots the position of Dan’s body in accordance to the corner and quickly charges at the turnbuckle. He hops up onto the bottom rope, and rebounds with a quick moonsault. He rolls to his feet, then rushes again at the corner and leaps up onto the middle rope before coming back with a second moonsault. Back to his feet, he eyes up the top turnbuckle pad and races towards it. With a large bound he jumps up onto the top rope, pauses, then launches back into a third moonsault, landing across the torso of the Champion. He drops into a lateral press and hooks the leg.
One!
Two!
The Champion just manages to kick out at the last moment. Jefferson can’t believe it as he pushes himself to his feet. He rages at being unable to pick up the fall. He stands back, within stalking distance of his opponent, resting his hands on his knees and hunching his back. He prepares to presumably hit the Waist Clutch Exploder, known to him as the Blizzard Suplex. Dan has it well scouted, however, and in his groggy haze is able to pull an object out of his tighs and roll it onto the floor. It’s his trademark smoke grenade trick. However, as the small black grenade lands in the center of the ring, nothing happens. It catches everyone, including RAF, by surprise. While it’s functionality for it’s true purpose can be questioned, it does at least buy Dan some time as a confused Jefferson is put off his stride.
He does, however, react first to the unforeseen incompetence of the weapon. He charges into the Champion with a running lariat, knocking him back-first into the corner pads. He then fierecly drives the Champion into the opposite corner so roughly that when Dan hits the corner, he drops to the canvas, onto one knee. Jefferson signals for it, and it’s clear that the Shining Wizard is coming next. However, as Jefferson begins his run-up, the smoke grenade explodes, and engulfs the entire ring in a cloud of choking gas. Nothing can be made out through the thick haze. Finally, when it dissipates, a puzzled Jefferson stands in the middle of the ring with Dan nowehere to be seen. He’s behind him! Jefferson turns sharply and walks straight into a spinebuster, which follows through into a sitdown pin. That’s the Stunt Bomb! Dan hits the Stunt Bomb with gusto. A bewildered RAF drops to his knees and counts.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Phillip wastes no time in jumping to his feet with microphone in hand and booming over the eruption of cheers.
Phillip: Here is your winner and STILL ACW World Champion, “The Welsh Dragon” Dan White!
The match has been intensely fought, and the crowd recognises the efforts of both men. But it’s the Welsh Dragon who stands tall, shimmering with sweat and exhaling breath hot enough that it might just burst into flames.
The show ends with this simple, elegant shot; Dan White has proved, on Halloween, that he’s the biggest beast of them all.
It will be two months until the next PPV; will Dan still reign when Winter shows its teeth? Or will there be a new name on the illustrious belt?
There’s only one way to find out. Keep ‘em peeled, and focused on ACW.
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Nov 1, 2009 16:27:07 GMT -5
Good Show, guys!
*Hasn't read a word of it*
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Post by Jonny Spade on Nov 1, 2009 16:29:43 GMT -5
You wouldnt.
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Post by Jack Jefferson on Nov 2, 2009 4:17:01 GMT -5
This is the first time I've done any feedback in a long time, and I apologise for that. I will make a concerted effort to post feedback one any upcoming shows and I hope other people will too. After all, there is nothing better than getting constructive criticism or praise for what you've spent time working so hard on! Well, I'm rambling now soooo....ON WITH THE FEEDBACK!! “The Prelude” (Senator) – To say I’m intrigued after reading this segment would be an understatement. Can’t beat a good bit of political thriller and something tells me this is going to be monumental. Already I’m chomping at the bit to see what happens next and I have numerous questions floating around in my head. “Family Matters” (Torak) – This was great, the interaction between Cordelia and Chris, the way the scene was set. Most important, though, was the fact the characters felt real, fleshed out, like they actually had a real backstory with each other. That really stood out to me and I was very impressed. “Kill or Cure?” (Dave Shadow / AK) – It’s a segment by Dave Shadow and AK so, naturally, I’m gonna think it’s good, right? Well, of course I am so I don’t really know what that was supposed to achieve. So, yeah, I enjoyed this segment. The fact Dave refuses to do things anything other than his own way is a nice character trait of his, even when he’s refusing the advice of AK. Also, these two characters just play off each other really well; that’s probably something to do with the fact both Dave and AK are insanely good writers. “Looking for an Opponent” (VorteX) – I don’t know what it was but this segment didn’t quite click with me. The interaction between Gingerdude and Vortex seemed a little odd, more like an interaction with a cheerful teacher and one of his students than employer and employee. Also, why would Vortex have been hyping a match he didn’t know was coming? I did like the random “narrowing down” options though. “Enter the Slayer” (Draven Rook) – Firstly, I hate the name Johnny Slayer. I suppose that’s beside the point but it did make me cringe slightly when I read it. Onto the actual segment...I thought it was very interesting and it seems Slayer might be the perfect person to oppose Rook. I didn’t quite get the whole “I’m not an American soldier” bit though and then saying she visited an American dentist last week sounded quite awkward and unnecessary. “Resurrection” (Torak) – This segment was fantastic, I could really picture the ACW Arena as it was described. Also, I love the idea of Cordelia “channelling” Torak and calling that his resurrection. I must admit I feared the worst when I saw the title, but I should’ve known better really. It’ll be interesting to see how Cordelia fares as a wrestler, whether she’ll take her time to get into her stride or actually be able to channel the ferocity of the late Torak. After reading the match it’s clear that she’s probably going to get a lot of help from Cyda and Chris, I really think this stable could be a big hit. “Could this really be the wheel of fortune?” (Jonny Spade / High Roller) – Short but sweet segment, and I think it’s fitting that High Roller should use a wheel of fortune to decide what match he’ll be competing in. I do have one slight issue, though, and that is that I occasionally have no idea what in the blue hell Roller’s saying. For example, what the hell is a “coo-yon”? And for that matter, who doesn’t pronounce the T on teeth? “A Mystery Unravelled” (VorteX /AK) – Ok, you definitely got me with this one. AK was probably the last person I expected to be Vortex’s mystery opponent! Saying that though the segment felt kinda flat apart from the surprise. I really like the entrance of Vortex, stuff like that is always cool and I thought that part was well written, but when it came down to the actual nitty gritty of the segment it didn’t really wow me. Sorry, but the initial part where VorteX spoke and supposedly got the crowd so hyped felt dead and unenthusiastic; it certainly wouldn’t have gotten me excited. Additionally, the “what do you guys think?” part made me cringe, it felt like pantomime. I did like how this segment put over the Entertainment Title, it has long been a favourite of mine here in ACW and I hope this massive win can help give ‘Tex some momentum and propel him into a truly classic reign where the ET really means something again. (So, no pressure) “The Curse of Lady Macbeth” (Chris Phenomenal / Draven Rook) – First thing that needs to be said about this segment is simply this; where the fuck is the continuity? Earlier on Lilith was a sharp, intelligent person being controlled by a religious nutjob; now she’s basically an animal on a leash one page later? Don’t get me wrong, this was a good segment and it clearly builds towards something bigger with all the references to loss and how many Phenomenal had taken. Unfortunately, it was ruined for me by the fact we seemingly have two versions of Lilith Dormieux wandering around ACW. “The Obligatory Pre-Match Interview” (Dave Shadow) – I’ve said it before and I will doubtless say it again countless times after this one but it’s a simple fact that Dave Shadow is one of the best interview men in ACW right now. There is no such thing as a dull interview where Shadow’s involved. Also, it’s nice to see him as a face again. He’s clearly been leading up to that more recently but it’s good to see him as a fully-fledged face once again (cos that means I’m the only Heel in the Main Event ). “Smooth Criminal” (Criminal) – Where to start? Well, it wasn’t great by any stretch of the imagination but there is definite potential there if you’re willing to take advice and criticism from people. Two things I’d say that definitely need to change; the blue font colour – it’s impossible to read, and it’s ACW not “the ACW”. Call me a pain in the arse, but stuff like that annoys me. Oh, and sorting your punctuation out will definitely help. The actual words of the promo were pretty good although 224lbs for a guy who is 5’10” is pretty big so he definitely wouldn’t be one of the quickest guys on the roster unless you slim him down a fair bit. For example, Alex Shelley is 5’10” and his billed weight is 199lbs. My character is 5’11” and is 219lbs, which is quite big for his height but he needs to be able to pull off a decent number of power moves. “The Wolf at the Door” (Trent Wheeler) – Far too brief in my opinion. It’s got the building blocks of a good segment but they’ve been left pretty much alone. The description was too sparse and the dialogue didn’t quite feel natural which you’d expect from people who’ve had a past; in honesty it felt stunted, like it was being read to me by bad actors (if that makes any sense...it does in my head). Also, it’s “You’re not better than anything.” not “Your not better than anything.” “I’ve not forgotten” (Chris Phenomenal) – This Manny is one sick fuck and I can’t wait for Phenomenal giving him exactly what he deserves. It’s good to see Chris go back to this story as I really want to see it carried out through to completion. I really liked how it started with a monologue and then went into a different scene. It’s not a technique you see used often in ACW but when it’s done like this it can be very effective. I have a feeling this saga is going to be very entertaining. “RETURN OF THE LIVING DEAD” (Chris Phenomenal / Thunderkiss / Senator) – Oh shit, he’s back. This can’t be good. This segment, however, was. Not only did it have Thunderkiss return in a way only he could (I mean, who else would come climbing out of a grave) but it made Phenomenal look really good and it also raised some very interesting questions about TK’s return. Namely the one raised at the end of the segment... “how?” “Short, and not all That Sweet...” (Dave Shadow) – It may have been short but this was an extremely powerful segment. You could feel the sense of helplessness Dave must’ve been feeling and the single tear – the moment of weakness – was a great touch that really shows the emotional state of the man. After reading this I can’t wait to see what Dave does on the next show, I’m happy this problem between him and Phenomenal isn’t over as it’s undoubtedly going to be very entertaining for all of us. “DOWN IN THE CATACOMBS” (Draven Rook) – Great segment here and I’m in no doubt this is going to lead to something much, much bigger. After all, I’m pretty sure this is the same Manny who featured in Phenomenal’s segment earlier. If this is the case then I’m predicting massive fireworks. Also, I love the idea of Drook having some hidden away chapel in some crazy location underneath the building, really fits his character. Additionally, I wanted to thank Torak for writing a great Main Event. I usually skim matches but I rate Torak as one of the best match writers out there right now so I decided to read this one. I must say, I wasn’t disappointed either. So he deserves full credit for that.
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Post by thesinner on Nov 2, 2009 10:09:17 GMT -5
“Enter the Slayer” (Draven Rook) – Firstly, I hate the name Johnny Slayer. I suppose that’s beside the point but it did make me cringe slightly when I read it. Onto the actual segment...I thought it was very interesting and it seems Slayer might be the perfect person to oppose Rook. I didn’t quite get the whole “I’m not an American soldier” bit though and then saying she visited an American dentist last week sounded quite awkward and unnecessary. “The Curse of Lady Macbeth” (Chris Phenomenal / Draven Rook) – First thing that needs to be said about this segment is simply this; where the fuck is the continuity? Earlier on Lilith was a sharp, intelligent person being controlled by a religious nutjob; now she’s basically an animal on a leash one page later? Don’t get me wrong, this was a good segment and it clearly builds towards something bigger with all the references to loss and how many Phenomenal had taken. Unfortunately, it was ruined for me by the fact we seemingly have two versions of Lilith Dormieux wandering around ACW. “I’ve not forgotten” (Chris Phenomenal) – This Manny is one sick fuck and I can’t wait for Phenomenal giving him exactly what he deserves. It’s good to see Chris go back to this story as I really want to see it carried out through to completion. I really liked how it started with a monologue and then went into a different scene. It’s not a technique you see used often in ACW but when it’s done like this it can be very effective. I have a feeling this saga is going to be very entertaining. “DOWN IN THE CATACOMBS” (Draven Rook) – Great segment here and I’m in no doubt this is going to lead to something much, much bigger. After all, I’m pretty sure this is the same Manny who featured in Phenomenal’s segment earlier. If this is the case then I’m predicting massive fireworks. Also, I love the idea of Drook having some hidden away chapel in some crazy location underneath the building, really fits his character. - Johnny Slayer is a real E-Wrestler, he's been around here before. He's one of the many alteregos of Sykova/Chaz Leland/Trent Somethingorother who used Santino Marella as a poser/Matt Maverick. Though shamefully, it was me who invented the Johnny Slayer moniker when he wanted to find a new name for his devil-style alterego to his character. It does kinda' roll off the tongue, even if it sounds like the name of a backyard wrestler (kind of my intention when I thought of it). - American Soldier: I can't help but make refferences to good films. - American Dentist: Everyone knows that the stereotyping amongst Americans is that us British are clowns who drink tea, worship the Queen and have poor dental hygiene. The reason she specified American dentist was so as to say that if anyone HAD made a fuck-up with her teeth it would've been an American and it wasn't a British person as part of the stereotype. - The continuity error isn't really an error at all, when on her own Lilith is perfectly capable of handling her own problems with efficiency and brutality. However, when Draven is around she reverts to her submissive self in fear of doing the wrong thing in front of Draven who demands total obedience. There ARE two sides to Lilith and when she's alone, part of her past where little parts of her personality start to show in. Things like her Catholic girls school, head-strong and impulsive nature come into play but that all stops when Draven is around to put the leash on which is almost all the time. - Yes, my Manny and Phenomenal's Manny are the same chap. Thank you for the criticisms Jefferson, I'll be doing my own review shortly.
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