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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 4, 2009 16:46:21 GMT -5
A Familiar Face pt. II Cordelia Blind, like her devotion, she is led into a mysterious location. Despite being blinded by the black cloth wrapped tightly around her head, she can feel a darkness engulfing her. The echoes of her cautious footsteps tell her the walls are close, creating a long and narrow pathway. In the blackness she is gripped by a unsettling sense of claustrophobia. The soft fingers prodding her back assure her that she is not alone, and believes herself to be safe, but she cannot quell the fear of dread and nervousness gurgling in her stomach. She is abruptly halted by a sharp jerk on her shoulder that almost overbalances her. Chris: This is it… She is turned slowly to the right and urged to take a couple of steps forward. She can feel warm hands brushing against her hair as they untie the knot in the blindfold. It slips down her nose before being pulled away by the men behind them. The light in the room she finds herself in is meagre, so it doesn’t take long for her eyes to adjust. The room is desolate. A decrepid reminder of a bygone haunting. Within it’s drab walls there are various scattered objecs including; a large cage with what looks like the corpses of two mice littered at the bottom; an obliterated television set untidies the hard floor; two short lengths of cut rope hang from the ceiling; a puddle of blood stains the ground beneath them. Looking further into the room, she notices part of the wall is damaged, as if something heavy had crashed into it from the inside. There is a ghostly chill as she inspects the room. She retains her focus on the massive dent in the wall. Cordelia: What is this place?A harrowing odour of blood, rotting flesh and what smells like cat faeces, overwhelms her as she slowly brings her hand up to her nose, pinching it to exclude the pungent aroma. Cyda: It’s Torak’s old room.Her eyes widen and glisten. A teardrop quickly begins to form in the corner of her right eye. She stifles a gasp, aware of the disgusting smell that fills the room. She remains speechless for a moment as she casts her eye over the remnants of Torak’s presence. She creeps forward, extending her free hand towards the large cage. The cold metal sends a chilling bite through her body, but she carresses it lightly, running her hands across the thin bars before reaching a mangled hole, large enough for a domestic cat to escape through. She reaches her hands up and grasps one of the hanging ropes with her fingers. The braided hemp is rough and damp in her hands and part of the fiber breaks upon her touch. Cordelia: I thought you said that I was meeting somebody.She inspects the broken fiber in her hand, rubbing it between her fingers until it disintegrates further. ?: They did.She freezes. Her eyes widen even more and the shock steals her voice. The dark, gravelled voice is very familiar to her. She turns quickly to a corner of the room that is hidden from the scant illumination from outside. In the shadows, a large, dominant figure looms. His massive stature and long, matted hair can be made out in the silhouette. A pair of white eyes with piercing green irides glow at her. Cordelia: Oh my gosh! But…I don’t believe it, it’s you! It’s really you!A delighted smile widens on her face. She can barely contain her glee. The tear that formed still rolls down her cheek, but it’s context switches from sadness to joy. She clasps her hands together and hunches. ?: That’s right, beautiful. I’m back. She extends her arms and invites an embrace. Her broad smile radiates in the gloom. The mysterious figure slowly approaches her and throws a pair of enormous, intimidating arms around her and squeezes her. His long hair conceals his face as she burrows into his large chest. Cordelia: Jack!Cyda and Chris look on, beaming with contentment at her happiness. She grasps him tightly, digging her fingers into his broad back. His massive hand strokes her shoulder blades and runs down her spine to her lower back. Jack: Did you miss me?She peels away from him and glares sympathetically into his eyes. Cordelia: Of course. I haven’t seen you since…since the funeral.A tint of sadness pulls a her expression. She peers up at him, seemingly mirroring his sentiments. Jack: That’s right. It’s been a long time. I had to get away after what happened. I’ve been in Asia for a while. Had to take my mind off things. She smiles, considerately. Cordelia: Your brother…my…Jack. Torak…He brings a hand up to her chin and gently strokes her chin with his large thumb. He leans in close to her face. Jack: Shh, now. Don’t go upsetting yourself. My baby brother…Torak. He would’ve wanted you to stay strong and do him proud. I’ve seen you – you’ve been doing that. Don’t fall apart on him now.She supresses a tear. He mouth is pulled by the emotions overwhelming her. She cushions her head on his chest again and squeezes him tightly. Chris: Me and Cyda are going to go back upstairs. We’ll leave you two to reminisce…Chris lands a hand on Cyda’s shoulder and beckons him away from the room. Cyda disappears out of view before Chris starts to walk away before stopping and turning back into the room. Chris: …and John. It’s good to see you again, buddy. Jack, or John, a.k.a. Torak’s brother, shoots a friendly gesture at Chris, who subsequently acknowledges his motion before leaving. In the darkness of Torak’s personal shrine, he and Cordelia continue to embrace. Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 4, 2009 16:46:47 GMT -5
“WE’RE HAVING A GOOD TIME BECAUSE BROTHER, HAVING A GOOD TIME IS WHAT I’M ALL ABOUT” Credit: Thunderkiss THEY TRY TO TELL YOU “We don’t belong” THAT’S ALRIGHT “We are MILLIONS strong”
THIS IS MY WRESTLING “It makes us proud” YOU ARE MY PEOPLE “We are your crowd” [It’s the mantra of the masses. One by one they rise and raise their hands into the air to touch the energy known as Thundermania. For countless months it has been absent from this building and the results have been dire. Stale air and spiritless fans and have been the norm as of late but the instant these words come across the loud speakers vividness & enthusiasm attacks the senses. Out from the flames comes the man behind the movement, Thunderkiss. Looking strapping in his black tank top and blue jeans, it doesn’t take much to figure out why he appeals to these people. Just like them he is a common man, or at least he portrays himself as such. Truth be told when you hear him speak it is clear that he is anything but common, such is the case as in moments like this one.] Thunderkiss: ARMY, REPORT IN![From the nose bleed seats to the front row, they report in with ecstatic cheers. This only brings a smile to their general’s face. It’s good to know that his troops have remained loyal during his furlough from the front line.] Thunderkiss: It’s been a long time, brothers.Gingerdude: And it will continue to be a long time, as in forever! Shut his music down right now! Right now I say! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! [It was only a matter of time, and when I say time, I mean seconds. Out steps the Chairman of ACW who, if he has his way, is going to put his foot down on the return of Thundermania. And if we know anything about Jonathan Gingerdude, he ALWAYS gets his way.] Gingerdude: I don’t know how you did it. Before we proceed any further tonight, I want to know how. Thunderkiss: There is an old saying Ginger that goes, “keep your friends close; keep your enemies closer.” Believe me, buddy boy, you and I were really, really close the last few weeks. While you schemed night and day over that coming attraction of yours next door, you failed to investigate the man who would be your cohort in the project, High Roller. Little did you know that he was not working for you, but instead working for ME! He made really good use of those executive powers you gave him and managed to secure me a position within this grand company! So how about that now?! Gingerdude: Roller had no power whatsoever with the day-to-day operations of the wrestling aspect of this company, including the hiring of new acquisitions. He only had say so over the newly developed recreation and leisure wing of ACW and therefore your admittance in that very ring is just like yourself, an error! Thunderkiss: And technically, you are right. I was hired as a construction specialist. Gingerdude: Well, your tenure as a construction specialist was a quick one because YOU’RE F - Thunderkiss: Nuh, uh, uh. Not so fast, Gingersnap. Before you finish the rest of that sentence I think you better hear me out first. Now I know you are a busy man and as such you most likely do not know what’s going on with ACW at every given hour of the day. I mean, you hire people for that, right? Well, let me get you up to speed. One week ago you were presented a new venders contract for the Arena. This contract named Tagruato International as the soul provider of all refreshments. Does that name sound familiar? It should. They are the company that produces my own kick ass energy drink, THUNDERGY! Thanks to your signature all these fine people will be able to enjoy their ACW action with a tall, refreshing cup of body enhancing Thundergy! Gingerdude: So that’s it? You expect me to change my mind because you snuck your own energy drink into my concession stands and vending machines? Thunderkiss: No, because just as your daughter predicted, you failed to see the fine print before you scribbled down your John Hancock. If you would have looked more closely you would have realized that this contract is multimillion dollar investment in Tagruato! Gingerdude: Multi ... million?Thunderkiss: You heard correctly, multimillion. I hope you have a warehouse for this stuff. Or two. Maybe three. The trucks are going to be here in an hour and they are going to need somewhere to unload it!Gingerdude: This is fraud! I refuse to pay it or see any of that garbage for sale in my promotion! Thunderkiss: Then I will see your ass in court, Ginger. If you didn’t want it, then you shouldn’t have signed it. But hey, if you really don’t want it and want to keep all that money, I do have a proposal for you.[Thunderkiss need not say anymore, Ginger already knows full well what his proposal is. In this real life game of chess Ginger has just been checkmated and has no other options but to admit defeat. He can only reply by giving his current emotional state, three very short words that sum up exactly how he feels at the moment.] Gingerdude: I hate you. Thunderkiss: RIGHT BACK AT’CHA, CRACKERJACK! Right now, my guys are waiting in your office to discuss a little business. Unless you don’t want me to change my mind, I suggest that you do not keep the waiting.[Looking as if he is about to have an hemorrhage at any time now, Gingerdude turns his back on Thunderkiss and the hundreds of hecklers that hound his loss relentlessly. If they dare push him any further, it would not surprise his inner circle if he contemplated shutting down the entire company to spite them all.] Thunderkiss: Oh, and Ginger.Gingerdude: ... Thunderkiss: Please don’t give me credit for all of this. There is only one person to thank for my triumphant return to ACW and that’s your own daughter, Anna Sommers.[The day SLA closed Gingerdude celebrated with a bottle of his finest champagne. His daughter’s failure only affirmed to him that she could not do anything without him and would forever be darkened by his shadow. With this stunning revelation he now realizes that in the end it is she who has the last laugh and that does not sit well with this conceited man.] Gingerdude *yelling*: I DON’T HAVE A DAUGHTER ANYMORE YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU CAN TELL HER THAT YOURSELF! [Knowing that if his beloved hears those words coming from her father’s lips it will surely deflate her already timid self-esteem, Thunderkiss decides it’s time to staple them shut with some good ol’ fashioned “Thundermania.”] Thunderkiss: Are you guys sick of hearing him?Crowd: YEAAAAAAAH!! Thunderkiss: That makes two of us! Roadies, hit my music! It’s time for daddy to pose! [And pose he does. One would think that watching a man tighten his muscles together would lose its effect over the years but the fans never tire of this sight, which is a good thing for them for it now appears that they will be treated to it for quite some time to come. Love him or hate him, one thing is certain, you’ll never forget his name and over the coming months he will leave you with plenty of opportunities to remember it.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 4, 2009 16:47:43 GMT -5
Just to be the Man who Walked 1000 Miles to End up at Your Door By Dave Shadow As Dave continues to wander around backstage, looking for something…anything to take his mind off Chris Phenomenal. He had really hoped to have a match tonight or something to do, but alas, it would appear as if he isn’t going to find much distraction tonight.
For the third time this evening, he finds his travels interrupted by someone. And as annoying as that is, at least this is one made by someone he is happy to see. As Dave turns a corner, he spots his brother, Jay Tyler, standing at the bottom of the hall, talking to a random ACW referee. When Jay spots Dave, his eyes light up. He pats the ref on the shoulder, and starts running towards Dave, waving his arm. As if anyone could miss the gigantic male model charge towards them.
Jay: Dave. I’ve been looking for you all night. Where have you been? Dave: Here and there. Wandering. Thinking.Jay: Dangerous. Dave: Feck off, would ya? What’s up? Everything ok?Jay: Yeah. It’s just….well, in all the fuss with Chris and what happened last week, I realised that we never really talked about what’s next for you. Dave: Revenge?Jay: Well, yeah. But I also meant the World title shot you get at Winter’s Discontent. As it is right now, you’re getting to face Dan White for the title. That’s a big deal. Dave: That’s a massive deal, Jay. But so is what I’ve got in store for Chris Phemenonal.Jay sighs and crosses his arms, causing Dave to frown. He seems to be getting that reaction a lot tonight.Jay: Listen, I want revenge as much as you do, believe me. But someone needs to say this Dave. You have to put this problem between you and Chris behind you for the time being. Dave: But…Jay: No. No buts. Let’s play a hypothetical situation out, ok? You get your revenge on Chris. You beat him to a bloody pulp and hospitalise him. In the process, what happens? You cause him to lose the IN title? He costs you your shot at the World title? It’s not smart for your career and it’s not fair on yourself. It won’t stop there either. You two will continue to cost each other career defining moments which would benefit you. And say you do beat him down. Then what? You’ve lost every opportunity you ever worked for, and three months down the line, Chris wakes up, comes for revenge on you and the bickering continues. Dave: But…Jay: You two continue on, in this stupid tit for tat, back and forth fight, and in the process, you both will lose everything you ever held dear. And I hate to tell this to you, but things can only escalate. He put you in hospital, and now you’re trying to put him in as well. He comes back for revenge, and tries to…what? Kill you? Dave: Ok, ok. I get it Jay. So what do you want me to do? You want me to just ignore the fact he attacked us? Is that what you want?Jay: I want you to take a step back and realise that, for your own sake, you have other fish to fry this month. You’ve now got to focus on winning the World Championship, cause if you blow this chance cause of an obsession, then you will never forgive yourself. Dave: I know.Dave looks at Jay, who tilts his head.
Dave: I do, I really do. Listen, I know how important this match can be for me. When I joined ACW, when I signed my contract, I did so with one goal in mind. Winning that World title. Cause, while I may have won titles in other promotions, while I may have succeeded, ACW was always the place that was home to the cream of the crop. If you’re in ACW, you’re one of the best, and if you’re the ACW World Champ, then you are the best of the best. Don’t think I am underestimating the pressure this title shot is going to put me under. I’ve got to up my game dramatically.Jay: And that’s why I’m saying you need to get Chris out of your head. Dave: I know that. Why do you think I’ve been wandering around all night aimlessly? If it was that easy to just forget about Chris, then I would have a long time ago. There’s not much about that little weasel that I like having engrained in my head. But I can’t. I can’t just let what he did go unpunished, and I thought you of all people would understand that.Jay: I do. I also understand that some things are more important than revenge. And besides, I’m not saying you will never get revenge. Just that, for now, your priorities need to be somewhat adjusted. Go and fight Dan, go and win the World title, and THEN, when you are the best of the best, go back and finish whatever you feel that you have to with Chris. A few weeks. That’s all you’ve got to ignore him for. Dave runs his fingers through his hair, trying to thinking.
Dave: I’m sorry, Jay. I am so, so sorry. But I can’t just forget, no more than I can forgive. Ugh! I need to go home. This is giving me such a massive headache right now. Could you do me a favour? Chris is fighting Spade for the title. Find a monitor and a seat, and call me as soon as you get the result. Let me know how it turns out.Jay: What about you? Where are you going? Dave: Home. Or somewhere. Anywhere I can drill ACW and Chris out of my mind, preferably.Dave walks past Jay and heads for a door at the end of the hallway. As he opens it up, a cold night breeze blows in from the car park. The door slams shut once Dave is out of view, and the camera moves back to show Jay’s face. He looks towards the door with a sad expression on his face, concerned for his brother, as we fade to the next segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 4, 2009 16:50:17 GMT -5
Match 4: THREE YEAR ANNIVERSARY MATCH Thunderkiss Vs. Rich Richardson (Credit: TK) ..::ACW::.. HAPPY ANNIVERSARY: THUNDERKISS VS. RICH RICHARDSON ..::WARFARE::..
Time limit: 15 minutes Referee: Joey Reynolds
-* Tale of the Tape *-
Thunderkiss Age: 31 Height: 6'7" Weight: 353 lbs. Hometown: San Fernando, California
Rich Richardson Age: 27 Height: 5'11" Weight: 215 lbs. Hometown: Richmond, Virginia Generic southern guitar music twangs and out comes one half of the Southern Smashers, Rich Richardson! The crowd showers him with boos which isn’t nice considering he is already nervous as could be. He remembers three years go when he faced Thunderkiss and the hurt he felt afterwards. It is an experience he wish not repeat.
The lights dim and silhouettes from two strippers can be seen on the side trons. Thunderkiss' video plays on the Alpha as the man himself makes his way through the entranceway. He stands atop of the ramp way looking out into the crowd for a moment, when suddenly he lowers his body and sends his fist flying into the metal below. Upon this impact, pyro lights up both sides of the ramp way creating a sea of fire to escort Thunderkiss into the ring. Thunderkiss takes his time coming to the ring as he lets the world know they wait for him and him alone. His arrogant walk finally comes to an end as he makes his way up the ring steps and into the ring. Upon entertaining, Thunderkiss takes command of all four corners making a statement that THIS is his house.~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: The crowd is into this match from the get go as they are all standing. Thunderkiss paces around the ring a few times to familiarize himself with the four sides of an ACW ring since his last wrestling excursion had him inside a ring with six. Finally Thunderkiss meets Richardson in the middle and calls for a lock up. Richardson foolish agrees and before he knows it he goes sailing back first to the nearest corner. Thunderkiss runs in with a clothesline and down he goes much to the delight of the crowd. Thunderkiss then puts several boots into his chest and Reynolds finally forces a clean break. Wobbly Richardson comes out of the corner and tries to give himself space by throwing some right hands. TK is able to avoid most of them and comes back with his own. Richardson is not as lucky. He gets blasted with a good right hook and before TK can advance he is admonished by Reynolds. The crowd stands up and boos Joey’s actions which draws a shrug of the shoulders by the senior ACW referee; he is only doing his job. Thunderkiss shakes his head at all of this nonsense and picks Richardson up and carries him to the mid point of this match. MATCH MIDPOINT: We have reached the middle of our match and Richardson is still struggling to keep himself alive. Thunderkiss sets him in the corner and rocks him with a KICKSTART MY HEART punch! Richardson clutches his chest and falls to his knees. It takes a few seconds for the pain to stop thriving and Thunderkiss lifts him to his feet once more and continues the pain. Some vicious chops do the trick and Richardson is backed into a corner. TK straddles the ropes and shoots down ten punches while the crowd counts along. The last is a wind up punch that hits on target! Richardson stumbles out of the corner and TK follows him to the mat and covers. He only gets a two and a half and he decides to keep tenderizing the meat! He then drops a series of elbow drops onto the back of Richardson’s head, but misses on the last one. Richardson then leaps to his feet and drops a leg across the back of TK’s neck and stuns him. This sets him up for a chin lock and Richardson yanks it back as far as he can and TK is stuck and remains in this position all the way to the finish line. MATCH ENDING: Richardson tries his best to keep Thunderkiss down but he might as well stand in front of a charging locomotive. TK rises to his feet with Richardson on his back and throws him off like a rag doll. Richardson then falls into a BOX OFFICE SMASH! Stunned, he is easily picked up and scoop slammed down to the canvas! TK stands over him and raises his elbow into the air, screaming “This is the Thunder” to the crowd who responds with “And this is the kiss!” He then drops a huge elbow and the crowd gets ready for Richardson’s final ride. Picked up and placed high into the air in a military press slam, TK drops him back down with a HEAVEN’S DOOR! This then combos into a senton drop cover and Joey Reynolds ushers back the return of Thundermania with a three count! ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! Phillip: And here is your winner, THUNDERKISS!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 4, 2009 16:51:03 GMT -5
“EMANATE DOMAIN FINALE” Credit: Thunderkiss YOU Wanted the best, you got the best! The hottest wrestler in the world! THUNDERKISS! [/size] [Second verse, same as the first? There is only one way to find out as Thunderkiss drops by for yet another visit. Lights, camera, action.] Thunderkiss: I was about ready to call it a night and go hang and bang with the Kiss Army but I was asked if I could come out here one more time for an encore! Apparently, you full fledged Army members just couldn’t get enough of me. So I ask you, is that true? Do you people really want more of me?!Thunderkiss: Well ask and you shall receive. Now I hope if you don’t mind Army if I hold back on the posing and instead fill you in on a little “something something” that has been going on backstage. That no good Gingerdude has been up to his old tricks of lying, cheating and stealing and it is YOU who he is stealing from! For quite some time now he has had plans to tear down that old building across the street that housed Fallout for so many years and build a luxury casino in hopes of turning a profit from a business other than wrestling! Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!Thunderkiss: That’s alright Army, let it out. It will make you feel better. If I were you, I’d boo too. Heck, when I first heard about this I felt betrayed. This island has always been about one thing and one thing only, professional wrestling. If somebody doesn’t want to travel here because of it, well, they can either stay home or go some place like Disneyland, jack! It is up to me and the roster in the back to make people want to come here, not the chance to gamble! Maxwell McNally: I thought the day would never come that I could say that I genuinely respected this man and his opinion. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Give it time, Max. I wouldn’t doubt if we see a threesome with some call girls in the center of the ring before the night is over. Thunderkiss: Now before any of you get your panties in a bunch, relax and listen to Thunderkiss. Did you know that there is an old law on the book saying you cannot tear down historical land marks on the island? Yeah, go figure. Apparently some people enjoy preserving relics and locations that represent our heritage. Go figure! Anyway, after looking into it, I found out that to make a location a historic land mark all you need is public opinion and if any man has the ability of gathering the people together, you’re looking at him! [Yes, yes you are. All cameras zoom into Thunderkiss’ face upon completion of this sentence and prominently display his mug in high definition all over the world.] Thunderkiss: This past weekend I went door to door throughout the entire island obtaining signatures for this petition to make the Fallout Arena and Gymnasium a piece of this island’s history. I about lost my voice talking to all the citizens of this fine island and my knuckles bled from knocking on so many doors but when it was all said and done with I obtained over twenty-five thousand signatures, more than what is needed to see to it that no bulldozer shall ever touch those buildings across the street. Thunderkiss: Wow, I am getting pretty good at wiping the smile off your face, Ginger! This is the second time tonight. I know this must be rough for you, considering that you own most everything on this island! People like you usually get their way but often forget one small detail, you don’t own the people! And at the end of the day without these people you are nothing! DON’T TREAD ON US! DON’T TREAD ON THE KISS ARMY![The man reeks charisma. He does not end his speech with whimper but with a bang by spiking the microphone into the mat and shaking his biceps like a bowl full of Jell-O. The fervor of his return continues to ride high into the night and long after he exits the ring. If one wished to prove the factuality of this statement they would only need turn the volume up on their TV’s and hear his name chanted repeatedly in hopes of drawing him back out one more time. Unfortunately for the fans his time in front of the cameras is over tonight though backstage is another story.] Biff Taylor: Listen to them. Nobody can do that like you do, Kiss. Thunderkiss *looking annoyed*: What can I help you with, Biff?Biff Taylor: Help? I think you’ve already done enough. Thunderkiss, how can I ever repay you for this? Thunderkiss: By never mentioning it again. Let’s make something clear, Biff. I didn’t do this for you or Fallout. In case you forgot, I never could stand that 2nd rate promotion of yours and still don’t. I only did this to make Ginger’s blood boil. That outweighs any dislike I have for Fallout by a mile.[With nothing more to say Thunderkiss slings his duffel bag around his shoulder and makes way toward the parking garage. While all those in earshot question Biff’s non response and compliant attitude, one must come to an understanding of Biff’s mind set of the “enemy of his enemy is his friend.”] Biff Taylor: Welcome back. [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 4, 2009 16:54:02 GMT -5
”SLAYER’S CONFESSIONAL” Draven Rook The scene opens to Charlotte King stood in front of a generic ACW backdrop with the bald, tough as nails biker-badass Johnny Slayer who pumps his shoulders and looks aggressively into the camera ready to conduct an interview. Charlotte clears her throat as Johnny starts to check her out, the interview beginning.
Charlotte King: “Hello ladies and gentlemen this is Charlotte King here reporting backstage with the newest member of the roster, Johnny Slayer. Now tell me, Mr. Slayer, you’re an established ring competitor right? What’s your history like?”
Johnny Slayer: “Well babe-o, I’ve been in a couple of different wrestling companies around the world. I was in the Hardcore Wrestling Society where I wrecked shop as one of the BEST brawlers that they saw up in that bitch! I was gettin’ down an’ dirty with guys and girls in that ring, smashin’ their faces in to a bloody pulp. Then I’d get the chair out and give some sucker a concussion with a swinging shot right for the cranium. I got multiple title runs while I was there and even more in the SPEAR Wrestling Syndicate with my The New Church brothers Smoke and Oblivion! Then I went to the United Wrestling League where I’d gotten a little ahead of myself!
Charlotte King: “Ahead of yourself? How so?”
Johnny Slayer: “ I’d started doing smack, I was on a good budget for a wrestler and I could afford to inject myself with shit for fun. It meant I became erratic and prone to streaks of aggression which meant that when I joined the United Wrestling League I was a little out of my league when it came to handling officials, long-story short they hauled me out on my ass. Same story went for Pro Wrestling Fire, I couldn’t decide whether I could be assed wrestling and so they chose for me. Now... I’m sorta’ clean and I’m RIGHT HERE in ACW!”
Charlotte King: “Sounds like you’ve been through troubles... I’m sorry to hear but it’s good to know you’re back on your feet. Do you have a match tonight?”
Johnny Slayer: “Tonight? Well tonight I ain’t got a match babycakes, well unless you wanna compete with me backstage tonight! HELL YEAAAH!”
Disgusted, Charlotte looks away as if to vomit while Johnny poses for the cameras. Heel heat ensues.
Charlotte King: “I’m okay, thanks.”
Johnny Slayer: “What is it with all the sluts in this building? I mean for real, it’s like they’re all on synchronized PMSing. There’s no way I can get denied TWICE in one week! Shit’s unreal! Ugh, bitches for ya’.”
Charlotte King: “I’m sorry it’s just... um, when do you plan to compete?”
Charlotte hastily changes the subject and Johnny rolls with the ploy unbothered by her moving on from this topic of conversation.
Johnny Slayer: “I dunno, I’ll go smack that bitch Gingerdude up sharp and we’ll see if he wants me fighting on the next show! If not, I’ll just kick around some interns! That’ll be a good laugh, right?!”
Charlotte King: “I... I guess it takes all sorts. Uhm.”
Johnny Slayer: “How about we reconsider the offer of you fucking me backstage tonight?”
Charlotte King: “Uh... I”
Johnny Slayer: “BITCH DON’T HESITATE! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO CRAVE MY COCK, I-! ARGH!”
Johnny pulls am arm back preparing to smack Charlotte one for her “disobedience” but once again a certain familiar figure is out to cockblock the man. A hand wraps around his wrist, preventing him from attempting to knock the pretty microphone wielder unconscious. Draven Rook’s distinctive voice with Lilith following suit have surprisingly come to save the day.
Draven Rook: ”NOT so fast heathen. I refuse to let you assault this woman!”
Wrenching his arm out of Draven’s grip he whirls around on his heels and gives Draven a look to kill.
Johnny Slayer: “OH DEAR FUCKING JESUS! I am SO SICK of the sight of and sound of you, you irritating little SHITFUCK! TWICE in one night man, TWICE in one fucking NIGHT! I SWEAR! ARRRRRGH!”
Draven Rook: “Sire, I couldn’t help but hear that you adhere to the grand church of pharmaceuticals! Such a foul habit for an even more despicable man!”[/color] Johnny Slayer: “Sire, I couldn’t help but realize you need to mind your own fucking business and get the HELL OUT OF MY FACE!” Draven Rook: ”Heroin is the shovel that burrows your way to Hell, it’ll get you there in a damn hurry that is for certain.”Johnny flusters with rage and pumps his chest out as Charlotte takes the opportunity to make a swift escape.Johnny Slayer: “I’ll bury YOU son, I’ll fuck you up FUN TIME baby! Wanna take this outside?” Draven Rook: ”Weren’t you listening inside the Chairman’s office? I don’t wrestle anyone, never mind talentless individuals like yourself! Prove your worth and maybe I will let Lilith take you on in the ring but seeing as your ‘victim’ has removed herself from the theatre of danger I shall do likewise and leave you to your dwellings! Good day to you. I’ll see you at ringside next week, child.”With that, Draven and Lilith leave together as Johnny fumes with his last few strands of dignity and self-respect stopping him from clobbering the priest then and there. Johnny punches a wall and leaves furiously leaving a dead air scene.FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 4, 2009 16:54:25 GMT -5
Match 5: MAIN EVENT ACW International Championship Chris Phenomenal vs Jonny Spade (Credit: Chris P) Turning from the back, the camera focuses in on Phillip Jones, bow tie and neatly pressed suit standing in the ring. Phillip Jones: Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is the main event of the evening. Introducing first, the challenger. Coming to the ring from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Standing six feet, four inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and fifty five pounds. He is a former six time tag team champion, two time entertainment champion and a former light heavyweight champion. The Ace of Spades… JONNY SPADEThe lights in the arena go dark and a slight chill can be felt throughout the arena as Won’t Back Down By Fuel hits the P.A and spotlights flash around the arena in a random pattern after a while the spotlights focus on one spot on the stage where Jonny is standing there with his hooded jacket and then once the lights come back on, Jonny walks down the rampway and then slides into the ring and hops onto the turnbuckle to pose for the fans and then turns and hops back down and waits for the opponent so the match can begin Phillip Jones: And his opponent, the champion. Hailing from Harlem, New York. Standing six feet, seven inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and sixty seven pounds. He is a former ACW Entertainment Champion. The Future…. The weak or the strong, who got it goin’ on? Ya Dead Wrong CHRIS PHENOMENAL!The weak or the strong, who got it goin’ on? Ya Dead Wrong [/b] “Dead Wrong" begins to play as Chris Phenomenal emerges from the back, in a long boxing style robe with Senator coming out behind him, his signature cane aiding his gate, and standing at his side as he stops at the top of the entrance ramp. Head down covered by the hood, Chris makes the sign of the cross and then kisses his chain, holding it to his lips for a second all while swaying back and forth to the beat of the music. Chris then drops the chain from his hands, throwing his arms outwards as the pyro’s on either side of the entrance ramp explode as he makes his way down to the ring, fully focused as Senator whispers a few last minute words of advice in his ear. Reaching the bottom. Chris climbs into the ring between the second and third ropes and immediately goes into his corner and throws a few punches at the turnbuckle, no gesturing or taunting, focused purely on the ring and nothing else. Finally he drops the hood as Senator ducks in to the ring from his corner, patting Chris on the shoulder. [/center] As the referee steps between the two men in the center of the ring, he points at each man, asking if they are ready before calling for the bell. Chris ducks out of his robe and takes off the chain, passing them to Senator as he clambers out of the ring. Chris tugs on the opposite rope before letting go of it, doing a few quick arm circles and cracking his neck once before the match gets underway, both men coming out of their respective corners to stare each other down, each looking for something to prove. Jonny – trying to show Chris that he’s not some washed up has been, that he can reach the top of the ACW ladder after six long years with the company and Chris looking to prove that he can is truly the future, ready to embark on a length international title run resembling his entertainment title era. The two of them start up in a tie up with Chris getting the upper hand by placing Jonny in a headlock but Jonny counters that into a back bridging suplex pin maneuver right off the hop, catching referee Raymond Allen Fleming slightly off guard as he quickly makes the count. …1 Chris, easily kicks out as he and Jonny quickly get back up to their feet and have another stare down with each other, neither backing down. Jonny smirks at Chris showing him that he still has some speed left in him. The two circle each other once again and move to the centre for a tie up and this time Chris gets the upper hand with a knee to the gut doubling Jonny over and leaving Chris in position to quickly take him down with an Ippon Seionage and right into a side headlock, putting the works to the elder statesmen. McNally: Little bit of old school technical mat wrestling here, Buddy Rogers vs. Killer Kowalski style. Edison:[/color] One of the areas we’ve seen vast improvement from in the part of Chris Phenomenal in the past few months. Senator has done a spot on job with him inside the ring. As Jonny tries to fight his way out of the hold, firing a reverse elbow allowing him to get up to a solid base and pushing Chris Phenomenal off into the ropes and then flinging him with a hip toss of his own on the rebound and slapping on a reverse chinlock of his own. Chris struggles against the hold, getting to his feet and eventually plopping Jonny onto his back with an O-soto Gari and quickly following it up with a running senton splash right onto his chest and then hooking the leg, rolling up onto the shoulders. …1 …2 Jonny kicks out at two as Senator slams the canvas at ringside as Chris and Jonny both roll to their feet, a near pinfall each early on in the match. The two circle each other before coming together collar and elbow, Jonny Spade looking for the go behind but Chris snuffing it out, quickly throwing Jonny with an arm drag and going right into a standing wrist lock, trying to take away the power game of Jonny, who in turn quickly works up to his feet and catches Chris with a solid right hand and then another that gives him room to take down Chris with a quick short ranged spear and another cover. …1 Kickout from Chris Phenomenal as Spade rolls off of him and pulls him up to his feet, whipping him into the corner before coming in with a running full body block right into Chris Phenomenal before Spade goes to work, coming back and throwing Chris down with a snapmere and then another putting a knee right into his spine and going to work with a surfboard stretch, Chris’ back towards the ropes and arms tied up leaving no room to go. McNally: Jonny Spade, master of the backbreaker going right after that area of the body. Edison:[/color] Most people would say that a back injury is the worst that you can suffer. It takes away your entire game, you can’t lift your opponent, you can’t get down on the mat for submissions, every kickout or slam you take just aggravates it even more.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 4, 2009 16:54:54 GMT -5
Chris seems caught as he tries to work to his feet, Jonny lets go of one arm and slams an elbow into the back of Chris Phenomenal, putting him back down and grabbing the arm. Again Chris tries to work up to his feet and this time as Jonny goes for the same elbow Chris quickly slides across, hooking his leg behind that of Jonny and leaning back, tripping him up so Chris lands on top of him in a pinning position.
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Not even a count from RAF as Jonny reaches out and grabs the ropes, preventing the call but also forcing him to release the hold as Chris gets up with Jonny, both men wasting no time in engaging again and this time it’s Jonny getting the advantage off the hold, stomping on the toes of Chris Phenomenal enabling him to take side control and eventually working to the back of Chris with a well placed knee to the back before quickly tossing Chris with a german suplex, releasing on the throw as Chris lands back first. He’s a tad slow to his feet and isn’t there for long as Jonny decks him with a standing dropkick, the big man getting some air before crawling over and hooking the leg of Chris.
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A kickout from Chris Phenomenal who promptly rolls out of the ring as quickly as possible, getting away from Jonny Spade as quickly as possible. As RAF leans over and orders Chris back in the ring, Chris waves him off and begins heading up the entrance ramp, ready to fight another day as the crowd jeers.
McNally: Just like at Samhain, Chris is outmatched, looking like he’s on the wrong end of the stick and decides to take the easy way out to retain his belt.
Edison:[/color] He’s earned that right however, becoming champion does give you the advantage in a title match.
Jonny Spade will have none of it however as he ducks out and goes sprinting after Chris, catching him in the back with a clubbing fist that turns him around, allowing Jonny to put him in a headlock as RAF reaches five in the ring. Despite the fighting of Chris, Jonny is able to wrestle him back down and throw him into the ring, sliding in himself before the ten count. The brief pause however gives Chris room to take true control of the match for the first time, putting a boot to Jonny before picking him up and throwing him into the corner, quickly going to work with a set of devastating shoulder blocks, the final one crumpling Jonny as Chris looks down at the prone Spade, in perfect position for his slingshot.
McNally: This will not turn out good for the Ace of Spades.
Edison:[/color] We’ve not seen this move in a while and Chris seems determined to bring it back and show just how deadly it still is.
Chris puts a boot into the ribs of Jonny as he locks up his legs, aligning him with the bottom turnbuckle before falling back quickly, sending Jonny rapidly into the top turnbuckle face first, the nose breaking, jaw shattering impact drawing a smile to the face of Chris Phenomenal as Jonny quickly rolls to the outside, clutching his face in pain. Chris slowly backs away, content to let Jonny wallow in his misery on the outside. RAF gets to seven before Jonny slides back in but isn’t there for long as Chris takes him back outside with a baseball slide and this time gives him no rest, picking Spade up and slamming him face first into the mat and then walking away. As RAF accosts Chris, Senator takes the opportunity to interject himself into the match, taking his cane and popping Jonny across the nose with it and scampering away as RAF turns his attention back, Chris throwing Jonny once more into the apron and then sliding him into the ring. Chris takes a moment to pose on the outside before Senator barks at him to return his focus to the match. Chris does, stepping up onto the bottom turnbuckle and climbing up to the top rope as Jonny slowly gets to his feet. Once he does Chris steady’s himself before leaping off, looking for a flying clothesline.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 4, 2009 16:55:43 GMT -5
And connects, toppling Jonny Spade as Chris is quick on the cover. ….1 McNally: I don’t think we’ve ever seen that move from Chris Phenomenal before. …2 Edison:[/color] That has to be another one of Senator’s moves that he’s shown Chris, and a highly effective one at that. … The move is not quite effective enough as Jonny is able to kickout at two, prolonging the match for the moment as Chris turns and looks at Senator who gives him a small wink. Chris backs away from Jonny, lining him up, ready for the Superman Punch once he gets to his feet, the crowd split between Chris and Jonny in their dislike. As Jonny gets up Chris springs forward, looking to end it with one violent blow to the skull of Spade. The punch however misses as Jonny flops forward, going right under the punch, unknown as to whether he is out or an impressive evasion. Chris rushes in thinking the former when it is in fact the latter, trying to pick Jonny up, he is instead planted on his back, the rollup that has plagued Chris Phenomenal, handing him his last three losses looking to do it again. …1 …2 NO! Chris is able to kickout, much to the chagrin of Jonny Spade as Senator looks on relieved from ringside. The roll up however, despite not getting the fall works in the favor of Jonny Spade as he takes control of the match, picking Chris up and firing him into the ropes and on the rebound powering Chris down with an S Drop #5, the standing side slam variant, the momentum of Chris Phenomenal adding to the impact on his already battered back. Jonny doesn’t go for the quick cover however, instead grabbing the legs of Chris and quickly rolling him over, torquing his back at a steep angle with the Spiders Web. The hold is not in for long, but nevertheless the ten excruciating seconds seem like an eternity for Chris Phenomenal as he is able to reach out and grab the ropes, forcing the break. McNally: A great move there by Jonny Spade, first with the old man flop and secondly taking advantage of the zeal of Chris Phenomenal and using it too his advantage. Edison:[/color] Chris has been more measured, calculating in his approach as of late but tonight he seems extra yippy facing his former Mega Star Alliance compadre. As Jonny lets go of the hold and puts the screws to Chris Phenomenal, dropping the knee into his back before he can go outside of the ring and once he does, waisting no time in heading him off, putting his body between Chris and the entrance ramp allowing no escape as he sends a forearm to the back of Chris. Wary of the watching RAF, Senator lurks close by, waiting for the moment to strike, his opportunity does not come however his presence gives Chris the advantage as during the split second RAF turns to Senator, Chris rakes the eyes of Jonny Spade, giving him some time to gather himself as RAF orders both men into the ring, Jonny stumbling back in as Chris walks over towards Senator, receiving some brief instruction before climbing back in himself, Jonny getting up to his feet as the two men look on, fifteen minutes in and both showing signs of some fatigue as well as carry over from their brutal matches only four days ago at Samhain. They come together, this time with a dual waistlock tie up, both men looking for the same move, eventually switching into a test of strength that Jonny takes with a well placed boot to the gut before looking for the Gourdbuster toss, lifting Chris up into the air but Chris tilts his weight forward, trying to prevent the move but Jonny only uses this to his advantage, instead taking Chris over with a vertical suplex, planting him again on the back. As Chris gets to his feet Jonny hits him with an elbow to the side of the head, before lifting him up onto his shoulders into a firemans carry, looking for an S Drop #2. Chris tries to wriggle off but the strength of Jonny is too great, in desperation, Chris reaches around, taking his hand and driving the palm right into the bottom of the nose of Jonny Spade. (NOTE: TRY IT) McNally: What the hell is Chris doing? Edison:[/color] Well, if you want to find out, let me show you. At ringside, McNally takes the palm of his hand and well hooking the neck of McNally, bowing his chin towards his chest and driving his palm into the bottom of McNally’s nose. Quickly McNally rips at the arm of Eddie who relents, pulling his attention back to the match. McNally: Alright, I understand. Unable to pressure on the already battered and possibly broken nose is too much for Jonny Spade, causing him to drop Chris who waists little time in utilizing the advantage given to him with his dirty little trick, grabbing Spade and hooking him into position for The Filibuster, Jonny however slips out the backdoor, the hold not quite locked in in time and tries to hit his own S Drop #3 (Rock Bottom Backbreaker). Chris blocks this however, eventually whipping Jonny Spade across the ring and dropping to one knee, holding his eye as RAF is again distracted for a moment, the safety of the competitor more important then the match as Senator reaches out and trips up Jonny Spade as he hit’s the ropes, Jonny going face first into the canvas and it is this blow to the nose that quite possibly breaks it, blood immediately pouring out, turning the canvas crimson. Miraculously, Chris’ eye is sufficiently healed, having removed whatever impediment there was in time to go after Jonny picking him up and looking at him, mouthing something that is not picked up by the ring microphone. As the music begins to play, Thunderkiss emerges from the back, running down the ramp as inside of the ring, Chris levels Jonny with the Harlem Hurt (Inverted Atomic Drop into a Complete Shot). As Thunderkiss reaches the bottom he immediately goes after a game Phillips, having removed his suit jacket promptly. Balls to the wall Thunderkiss goes right at Senator, the two exchanging blows as Chris quickly ducks out of the ring, coming to the aid of his mentor who waves him off, telling him to focus on the match at hand. Chris doesn’t oblige however, instead aiding Senator with a cheap shot to the back of Thunderkiss, gaining his attention for a moment after he’d knocked Senator back. Quickly, Chris backs away, distracting Thunderkiss long enough for Senator to get his wits about him and blind side Thunderkiss himself, stealing the momentum as the two continue there brawl, RAF sliding out of the ring is joined by security personal from the back, trying to get between the two but there efforts are futile. As Chris slides back into the ring Jonny Spade is slowly trying to get to his feet. Chris takes a quick peek at the brawl as Jonny stumbles into him, Chris hooking him into position for the Filibuster. Taking one last peek at the brawl still ongoing on the ramp, Chris lifts Jonny up… CRACK! McNally: What the? Edison:[/color] Who the? Standing in the middle of the ring, chair in hand is Jay Tyler and at his feet, Chris Phenomenal and on top of him Jonny Spade. Quickly Jay scampers out of the ring as RAF turns his attention away from the brawl still on going and scampers back towards the ring, sliding in and noticing the shoulders of Chris Phenomenal pinned, makes the count. …1 …2
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 4, 2009 16:59:06 GMT -5
…3
As the brawl on the outside has gone through the curtains, Chris Phenomenal tries to kick out but is well too late, Jonny Spade still draped over him. Not sure what has happened, he understands clearly however as the voice of Phillip Jones fills the arena. Phillip Jones: Ladies and Gentleman, your winner…
AND NEW ACW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION...
JONNY SPADE![/u]
In disbelief, Chris stares at Jonny Spade, rolling to the outside as RAF goes to grab the title belt. Chris understands however as standing at the middle of the entrance ramp is Jay Tyler, chair in hand. With not even a second of thought, he scampers out of the ring, Jonny Spade a target for another day but not the object of his focus is Jay Tyler, who realizing the impending danger drops the chair and scampers out, heading through the curtains as Chris Phenomenal chases him in hot pursuit.
Through the back curtains, the cameras switch, the focus of Chris Phenomenal is only on Jay Tyler, the man who cost him the International Title. Past the makeup artists they go, Chris yelling out obscenities as Jay is not stopped and no man dares get in the way of Chris Phenomenal. Past Cordellia and Cyda, all by themselves, Dan White, joking around, Jack Jefferson, brooding. The chase goes on until they reach the locker room areas.
Jay scampers past the locker room of Chris Phenomenal, eventually coming to that of Dave Shadow and quickly scampering in and locking the door just before Chris can open the door.
Chris Phenomenal: Open the door ya fuckin’ piece of shit!
Obviously, Jay doesn’t oblige so Chris takes matters into his own hands, obviously wrestling not being the only thing Chris has picked up from Senator as he unleashes a spinning back kick that breaks through the cheap replacement door that Gingerdude put on after Chris broke down the original. From there, Chris does his best Rampage Jackson impression, working from the small crack and tearing the door to shreds, as Gary, ever Gary looks on scared beside a few other members of the ACW staff. Eventually Chris throws a large chunk down the hallway, nearly clocking Criminal, victorious in his debut tonight. As Chris turns around however, the small portion of door that is left, is not enough to protect the people inside the room. Jay Tyler is nowhere to be seen, that said however, standing in front of Chris is someone never seen in the halls of ACW, but not a stranger to the world of wrestling.
Standing in front of Chris Phenomenal, is the former owner of the GWF, and close friend of Dave Shadow.
Smiling…
Is Shelton Splash.
Fade to black......
(CP: I want to be the first to congratulate Jonny but I won’t be home at show posting so congratulations my friend, you truly deserve it.)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 4, 2009 17:00:00 GMT -5
Just When You Thought it Was Safe to Leave the Arena Jack Jefferson
Another fantastic edition of Wednesday Night Warfare is in the can. The whole arena is alive, with the fans excitedly chattering amongst themselves as they discuss what their favourite part of the show was and the ring crew prepare to make their post-show fixes and adjustments. Everyone’s attention is grabbed, however, as “Paint it Black” by The Rolling Stones booms out of the speakers. Everyone spins around, shocked, to see what exactly is going on. What they see is Jack Jefferson bursting through the curtains, dressed in his ring gear, with a scowl on his face and a microphone in his hand.
Confused, the fans begin chattering amongst themselves even more loudly than before as they try to figure out exactly what is going on. Maxwell McNally and Eddie Edison are also caught off guard, neither of them have a clue what is happening, and ring announcer Philip Jones looks extremely perplexed at this unexpected development. Jefferson rolls into the ring and sweeps the audience with a stern gaze; half of them are frozen in the aisles, completely unsure how to proceed.
Jefferson: Sit down and shut the fuck up! This show ain’t finished yet!
The noise and activity is spectacular as people rush back to their seats, speculating about what might be going on, and members of the crew try and get an answer out of somebody as to what exactly is happening. No-one seems to know the answer and Jefferson isn’t in any mood to listen to them try and figure it out.
Jefferson: I said shut the fuck up!
The noise dies down, every eye fixed on Jefferson, and everyone waits with baited breath to learn what is transpiring in front of their very eyes.
Jefferson: Finally. Now, as I’m sure you all witnessed, I walked away from Samhain empty-handed. As I’m also sure you know, I was screwed. A smoke bomb was tossed into the ring and while I was blinded and disorientated Dan hit me with a Stunt Bomb, managing to pin me for the 1, 2, 3. How this was even allowed to happen I don’t know, one thing I do know though is no-one did a single fucking thing to rectify this injustice! None of you protested, no you were too busy laughing it up and cheering on Dan White. Well, you know what? I’m not going to fucking stand for it! I want a rematch...right now!
A gasp goes around the arena, followed by excited chatter. They’ve already seen a great matchup for the International Title...will they be witnessing a World Title match as well?!
Jefferson: I know Dan’s in the back so I’m not going anywhere until he comes down to this ring and gives me the rematch he knows I fucking deserve!
Jefferson drops his mic and braces himself for action, staring intently up the ramp awaiting Dan’s arrival. Everyone’s eyes are fixed on the curtain at the top of the entrance ramp and everyone waits with great anticipation for what feels like an age. Eventually Jefferson grows tired of waiting and snatches up his microphone.
Jefferson: Come on Dan, I thought you prided yourself on being a “fighting champion”?! Unless you’re too scared to face me...
Jefferson is interrupted by “Anarchy in the UK” by The Sex Pistols bursting onto the speakers. Dan White walks out to a deafening reception, every single person in attendance on their feet cheering and chanting his name as they notice he’s set to compete. Meanwhile, Jefferson’s trademark smirk is out in full force, clearly smug about getting his own way. It’s about time ACW went to commercial, it is in overtime after all. World Title match coming up after these messages, don’t go anywhere!
Fade to Black...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 4, 2009 17:00:50 GMT -5
Match 6: ACW World Championship Match "The Welsh Dragon" Dan White (c) vs Jack Jefferson (Credit: Torak)
We return from the unscheduled break with four figures in the ring; The Champion, Dan White; the Challenger Jack Jefferson; the referee working overtime, Raymond Allen Fleming; and a slightly peeved Phillip Jones, who believed he was done for the evening. The latter of the group stands rigidly in the middle of the ring with the microphone held to his mouth. He takes a moment for the noise to die down before booming.
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Alpha Championship Wrestling World Championship. Introducing first, to my left, the challenger, hailing from Manchester, England. He weighs in tonight at two hundred and nineteen pounds :- Jack Jefferson!
Jefferson peers at Dan with an ominous glare. Dan returns the stare, clutching his glittering title belt.
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!
The fans cheer as Dan allows the belt to slip down his shoulder and into the hands of the waiting RAF, who proceeds to hold the title aloft for all to see.
Phillip: The referee for this match will be Raymond Allen Fleming.
RAF’s reputation earns him a respectable cheer as he poses with the title above his head. One may wonder if he ever fantasizes about holding that title for real. He deposits the belt at ringside then speaks to both competitors individually about what he expects from them in this match. He double checks Dan’s tights and warns him about the use of foreign objects. Dan accepts. RAF backs off, takes one final look at both men then calls for the bell, which is pounded by the timekeeper, echoing loudly throughout the arena.
Both men shuffle their feet, tentative at first, as they circle one another. The situation preceding the bout renders a thrusting, energetic beginning near impossible. They close in and lock up at the shoulders. Dan chops Jefferson in the jaw then wraps him into an armlock. Jefferson grimaces in pain. He finds his escape route by utilizing his agility, performing a front flip onto his back, followed by a flip onto his feet from a horizontal position. Dan hurls a clothesline at the throat of Jefferson, but misses when the challenger ducks. As Dan reverts back to facing Jefferson, he gets caught with a European uppercut that knocks him backwards on his heels. A second follows, then a third. Jefferson backs Dan into the nearby ropes and uses the momentum to whip the Champion across the ring. Dan bounces off the ropes and comes back with a charging shoulder, knocking Jefferson down to the canvas. Dan rushes to the ropes and rebounds again, but this time Jefferson drops down to his stomach. Dan hops over the prone opponent and continues into the next set of ropes. Jefferson jumps to his feet before leaping into the air with a dropkick, but Dan clings onto the ropes, causing Jefferson to hit nothing but air. As Jefferson clumsily clambers to his feet, Dan lunges in and executes a quick swinging neckbreaker. Dan rolls to his feet as Jefferson stumbles to his. Jefferson staggers into the ropes and rests against them. Dan charges at him, but Jefferson acts fast and swoops down, lifting Dan up and over the top. But Dan lands deftly on the apron and grabs the head of Jefferson and reels him into a front facelock. He attempts to lift him up into a suplex to the hard floor outside, but Jefferson wisely grabs the ropes to prevent the damaging move. He then throws a quick right hand to the jaw of Dan to subdue him before attempting his own suplex into the ring. He lifts Dan part way, before Dan manages to deaden his weight and drop himself down, landing both feet on the top rope. It is a matter of thinking times as both men find themselves in an unusual position. Dan reacts quickest and uses the platform of the rope to jump forward, spinning Jefferson around into a spectacular Tornado DDT from the top rope. Dan clambers into a cover, But Jefferson kicks out on two.
Dan, not wanting to waste any time, lifts Jefferson up off the canvas and places him into a cravate before bringing him down with a snapmare takedown. He delivers a sharp kick to the spine of the seated Jefferson, drawing an agonized roar from him. He pulls him to his feet again and throws him into the corner. He follows, planting some stiff right kicks to the midsection. He then proceeds to whip him across to the opposite corner, hard. Jefferson bounces out of the turnbuckle and stumbles aimlessly towards the center of the ring. Dan rushes at him and brings him down with the offspring of a hurricanrana and leg lariat . Dan makes the cover, but Jefferson kicks out just after the two. Dan pulls Jefferson back to his feet, but it’s a status that doesn’t linger as Dan soon brings him crashing back down to the canvas with a full nelson bulldog. The Welsh Dragon wisely stores his energy by keeping Jefferson down on the canvas in a full nelson hold. Jefferson cringes as he attempts to break the hold. He eventually struggles to his feet and, after first breaking the hold, pulls out a momentum swinging Samoan Drop.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 4, 2009 17:04:22 GMT -5
Jefferson pushes himself to his feet, drawing breath in the process. He lands some harsh kicks into the body of the recovering White. Jefferson hooks an arm around the neck of Dan and brings him down with a side-headlock takedown, maintaining his grip upon landing and wrenching in a chinlock on the mat. Dan wriggles, attempting to loosen the grasp of his opponent. Dan manages to fight his way to his feet, but only with Jefferson poised behind him. Jack reaches around for a rear-waistlock and promptly hits a release German suplex, landing the Champion awkwardly on his neck. Dan, holding his hurt neck, slowly gets to his feet, but in his dazed state only invites a sweeping leg lariat to the face, knocking him down to the canvas. Jefferson makes the cover. Dan kicks out on two. Jefferson pulls the Welshman up to his feet and places him between his legs, underhooking both arms. With shades of Jericho, Jefferson hits a strenuous looking double underhook backbreaker. Jefferson quickly lifts both legs and pins Dan with a prawn hold. It’s a struggle for Dan, but he is able to push himself out of the hold before the three.
Jefferson pulls Dan to his feet and attempts to whip him across the ring. Dan, still in this match, reverses and sends Jefferson into the ropes instead. Jefferson clings onto the ropes again and this time, as Dan charges at him, Jefferson manages to lift Dan up and over the ropes, sending him crashing to the floor outside. Jefferson takes a moment to recharge as a broken Dan sprawls out in the walkway. The referee slowly begins the countout process. Jefferson watches as Dan slowly gets to his feet. Jefferson quickly positions himself before running at the ropes and launching himself between the top and middle rope with a suicide plancha, taking Dan back down to the floor. RAF is forced to reset his count as both men lay spread eagle outside the ring. He reaches seven before Jefferson manages to get to his feet. A count-out does not help his chances in winning the match, and so stumbles back towards the ring and rolls in and out, in order to restart the count. As the referee tediously begins his count once more, Jefferson hunches down beneath the apron and retrieves something from beneath the ring and conceals it in his tights. He then retrieves his fallen opponent and leads him back into the ring.
He re-enters the ring, and lines a groggy Dan up for a high-impact move. He closes in and sets up for the Ura-Nage into a backbreaker, but Dan has it well scouted and manages to reverse it into a jumping armbreaker. Dan, shifting the momentum of the match, slowly pulls himself to his feet. Jefferson is not far behind him and he soon approaches the current Champion. Dan digs down and pulls out a Dragonzuri, knocking Jefferson all the way back into the corner, falling onto his backside against the turnbuckle. The crowd come alive as they know what is coming next. Unfortunately for them and Dan, Jefferson has other ideas. He reaches into his tights and rolls a small black object into the center of the ring. It’s a smoke grenade which explodes without fail, engulfing the ring in a cloud of smoke. Dan rushes forward for the move anyway and disappears into the plume. A loud smack is heard and the unmistakable sound of a body hitting canvas is audible from within the smoke. A few moments pass before the haze begins to clear, unveiling the scene which is not as expected. Dan, is, as expected, stood on his two feet. But so is Jefferson. The poor victim in this charade turns out to be RAF himself, it seems, as he is found lying prone on the canvas. Dan turns, and catches Jefferson bearing down on him. His relfexes are sharp, however, and he hits a jumping roundhouse kick to the face of Jefferson. The challenger, a little bit worse for wear at this point, stumbles to his feet and right into the reaching distance of the Champion. Dan locks him in and executes a neckbreaker. He keeps ahold of his opponent, and with a swing of his hips, is back on his feet. A second neckbreaker follows and after another swing of the hips, a third and final neckbreaker inevitably comes. Dan jumps to his feet as the fans come alive. Dan saunters over to the corner and hops up onto the top rope. He balances himself carefully on the top rope and raises his hands in a gesture to the fans before launching off with a corkscrew moonsault, a move that shares the moniker “The Welsh Dragon”. It hits perfectly, landing across the prone Jefferson. Dan makes the cover.
ONE! TWO! THREE!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 4, 2009 17:04:43 GMT -5
The crowd make the count. Unfortunately, RAF is still unconscious in the corner of the ring. Dan swaggers over and attempts to revive him. RAF stirs, but he’s still counting stars at this point. Dan turns to his opponent, who he assumes is still prone. But unbeknownst to him, the grenade seemingly wasn’t the only item on his earlier shopping list. Jefferson brandishes his trusty crowbar – Chloe, and smashes it over the unsuspecting head of Dan White. The Welsh Dragon hits the dirt and is out for the count. Jefferson hides the evidence and makes the cover. It’s a slow and arduous process, but RAF finally manages to crawl over to the cover:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
There is a deafening silence in the arena as the crowd are stunned at first. Jefferson rolls out of the ring and grabs the title belt before hopping up onto the apron then the turnbuckle, hoisting the belt up above his head, keeping his focus locked on the cataleptic Dan White. Phillip booms over the sound of rising jeers to confirm what everybody dreaded.
Phillip: Here is your winner and NEW ACW World Champion…Jack Jefferson!
The roof nearly comes off; the crowd is both stunned and furious; Dan is also presumably furious, though stunned is the only reaction he’s physically able to give at this point in time.
Jefferson savours the moment, and it has multiple layers of sweetness. He’s finally overcome the Welsh Dragon, and after all their bickering, and in-ring meetings, he’s also beaten Dave Shadow to the pinnacle of their profession.
The show finally ends on this lingering shot; and now ACW’s future direction really does hang in the balance. What sort of champion will Jack Jefferson be?
As always, only the inquisitive will learn the truth. Join us for the next exciting edition of Warfare!
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by The Red Panther on Nov 4, 2009 17:51:32 GMT -5
Congrats Spde, congrats Jefferson, welcome Shel (Use the Zoidberg avy or GTFO), I loved the TK segments, lack of 'Tex was disapointing, I'm liking this Draven Rook storyline and I like how Dave has kept his story fresh for all this time through multiple twists and turns, good show everybody. *Passes out from massive sentence*
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