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Post by Kim Jong CP on Nov 11, 2009 17:19:50 GMT -5
#1 CONTENDER FOR THE ACW WORLD TAG TITLES Cordelia & Cyda vs. Lillith & Jonny Slayer
Credit: CP
The match started out with Cordelia and Lilith Dormieux going face to face, Draven Rook at ringside watching his follower. As the two tie up Lilith quickly trips Cordelia up with lightning agility and goes right to work on the leg with a stomp to the hamstring and then a knee drop to the inside of the knee. Draven at ringside order her to tag Jonny Slayer into the match and Lilith obliges, coming directly over and tagging in Jonny Slayer. Cordelia however has gotten up to her feet and as Slayer charges Cordelia executes a nice drop toe hold and then spins right around it into a standing toe hold, a classic submission hold as Cyda White smiles at ringside. Slayer tries to fight against the hold but Cordelia lets him go and spins into a front facelock before tagging in Cyda White.
McNally: I can not wait to see this guy in action. I’ve been a fan of his for a long time and by god he’s one hell of a wrestler.
Edison: A former champion where ever he’s been, you have to pity Jonny Slayer.
Cyda goes right to work on Slayer with a boot to the back before picking him up and firing him off of the ropes, and looking for a clothesline but Slayer ducks it and on the rebound turns an attempted clothesline attempt into a standing dropkick of his own. Draven at ringside yells out at Slayer to tag in Lilith but Jonny has only victory in his eyes. Quickly covering Cyda as Draven shakes his head. Cyda kicks out at one as Slayer looks on confident, even going so far as to mock Cyda as he got to his feet. This didn’t serve him well as once he turned around he was floored with a massive right hand and then a number of boots from Cyda, only being stopped once Carter Donovan jumped in. A quick tag brought in Cordelia who went to work on Slayer with a few kicks and then taking her fingernails and clawing them across his face for disrespecting her friend and then following it up with a slap. Slayer went to kick her in the stomach but Cordelia side stepped it and delivered a swift shot Slayer, flooring him for a two count.
McNally: Cordelia showing why she is someone to fear inside of this ring.
Edison: With the pedigree surrounding her, it wouldn’t surprise me if at one point we see her joining the likes of Alexandra Kaiser, Yoko Satoshi and Sarin Rossi as the only females to hold the ACW Heavyweight Championship.
McNally: You forgot Jake Steele.
As Edison lets go of a throaty laugh Slayer tries to fight off Cordelia eventually trying to fire an inside crescent kick at her ample bosom but Cordelia catches it and once she does takes him down by pulling on his long hair and quickly putting him into a Muta lock. As Draven stands at ringside, watching Slayer crawl for the corner he watches as he gets within distance of Lilith to make a tag and delivers the order.
Draven Rook: Lilith, come
And with those two words the fate of Jonny Slayer is sealed as Lilith jumps off the ring and follows her master up the ramp. As Cordelia leans back in the Khair ed-din, Slayer is forced to tap out.
Winners: Cordelia LeBlanc and Cyda White
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Nov 11, 2009 17:20:59 GMT -5
Dramatic Irony By Dave Shadow & Jonny Spade. A knock on the door. Dave hates hearing them, because ultimately, when they come mid show like this, they can never be good news. Stopping his pre-match training regime, the number one contender to the World Championship walks to the door, and lets a big sigh out before opening the door. Slowly, he opens it, staring out through the ever growing crack to see what the disturbance is.
Another thing Dave hates is being right, Standing on the other side of the threshold is a man who Dave has had many run ins with in the past, and whats more, the man in question is holding something which Dave considered his until only recently. Jonny Spade stands with a massive grin across his face, and the International Championship over his shoulder. He greets Dave with a warm welcome, but Dave’s eyes remain firmly on the championship belt over his shoulder.Spade: Good evening, Mr. Shadow. Thought I would drop by before the match this...eve....Dave? Yoo-hoo, Dave are you listening to me? Dave’s eyes remain firmly on the belt, not moving, as if Dave doesn’t even realise that Spade is there. He’s completely fixated on the belt. Spade’s grin disappears, as he takes the title off his shoulder and moves it down to his hand. Dave follows it with his eyes, before finally snapping out of it. He looks Spade in the face and a grin spreads over his face now.Dave: Spade! Hey. Long time no talk. How’ve you been? Good? I hope good.Spade: Yeah, I’ve been good. You know beating your tag partner and becoming International Champion and all. Dave: Good. Good.Dave’s eyes start drifting back towards the title. Spade, getting fed up, snaps his fingers, drawing Dave’s attention back up to his face.Spade: Hey! My eyes are up here. *clears throat* Anywho, Thought I should drop by to let you know.... Dave: Wait, let me guess. “Hey Dave. Look what I have. Look what I did. I did what you couldn’t. I beat Chris Phenomenal and took the title”. Am I close?Spade: Well...not exactly, but! Since I’m here, maybe it would be a good idea to remind you of that. Cause everyone is so busy talking about how you’re getting a title shot against Jefferson, many forget that you couldn’t even beat Chris for the...MY International Championship. And I did. Right now, that makes me better than you. Dave: You know, Spade. Up until recently, I was just like you. Running my mouth, letting everyone know just how great I was. I was on top of the world, and then it all came crashing down. Cause here’s the thing. When you speak yourself up, when you tell everyone how great you are, you just build yourself up for a fall. So, congratulations Spade. You beat Chris, and you took the International Championship in the process. But tonight, you luck runs out. Cause I fully plan on kicking your ass.Spade: Really? Really Dave? 'Cause I beg to differ. Dave: Yeah, really. Just like I did when I beat you and Jefferson for the Entertainment Championship, all those months ago. I’m not scared of you two. As far as I’m concerned, this match is going to be a cake walk.Spade: So, you really think that you and High Roller are going to win, just that easy? Dave: Oh yeah, I’ve got High Roller in my corner. And if there’s one guy I’d like in my corner, it’s High Roller. The two of us are going to steam roll right over you two, and in the process, we’re going to show everyone that just cause you have titles, that doesn’t make you true champions.Spade; So, let me get this straight. You think that you can beat the World AND International champion in one match? You think you can take on a team that powerful? Dave: Yeah I do. Between me and High Roller, we’ve got this in the bag.Spade chuckles and turns to walk away. However, before he leaves, he turns back again. Spade: Oh silly me, I forgot the reason I came here. Something happened High Roller earlier, and he won’t be able to compete. Dave: What the....Spade: So, as per order of Chairman Gingerdude, tonight’s match will now be a two on one handicap match. Dave Shadow verses the World Champ, Jack Jefferson, and the International Champ, Jonny Spade. Let’s see how arrogant and cocky you are later when the two best in ACW today kick your ass in the middle of the ring. See you out there, Dave. Spade and Dave stare at each other for a moment, before Spade turns and walks off with a smirk on his face landing quite possibily the biggest bomb of the night. The camera moves to center Dave’s face on the screen. He puts his hands on his hips, and looks after Spade. Dave may never admit this, but even he has to be worried about this match tonight now. Even he isn’t good enough to take on the combined team of the top two champs along.
Dave may be silent, but he knows...he’s in trouble now.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Nov 11, 2009 17:21:23 GMT -5
Tonights Warfare is brought to you by, Imisshim.com -- CP
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Nov 11, 2009 17:21:53 GMT -5
“ALL HAIL THE NEW TINY MAN!” Credit: Chris Phenomenal, Thunderkiss [It’s the second week of the return of Thundermania and the movement is still at a fever pitch. The classic Thunderkiss tee shirts are selling like McDonald’s dollar menu in the ghetto and the arena is at standing room only. That said, it should come at no one’s surprise that the moment KISS’ “God of Thunder” vibrates the speakers the entire crowd rises to their feet and explodes with exuberance. Now standing atop the ramp way, Thunderkiss’ toothy grin can be seen from miles as he relishes in the fact he is once again the top dog. In his hands he tightly clutches a crown but it is not to crown himself the king of all wrestling. No, it is quite the opposite. Tonight it is he who shall dub a new royalty though this is a moniker that one wishes to avoid, not accept.] Thunderkiss: Here yee! Here yee! Citizens of Alpha Championship Wrestling, tonight is a most special occasion! For tonight we bestow the title of “tiny man” for only the third time in its history! [With the purpose behind the crown now known, the fans join in the celebration and applaud until the palms of their hands are red the instant the crown is raised high into the air.] Thunderkiss: Tonight the man whom this next belongs to has some mighty big .. errrr ... I mean small shoes to fill. The late but not so great Jack Cheng. So tiny they had to resize the world title just so it could fit around his waist. Of course, they should have just saved their money because a month later I showed him that size matters and took it from him! And then there is that loser Josiah Zero. Josiah Zero was a man who found fame while he was shrouded within my shadow. This should come at no one’s surprise considering the differences in our sizes. Now good ol’ Jay wanted nothing more than to be free of my name and finally got his wish. Not long thereafter he went on to lose the World Title in a less than stellar fashion proving once and for all that small men make the best transitional champions!Maxwell McNally: Jake Cheng is surely rolling around in his grave. “Fast” Eddie Edison *in Andrew Hunter voice*: OR IS HE?! DUN, DUN, DUN!Thunderkiss: Jack Cheng. Jay Zero. Move aside. The man I am about to name joins a rather prestigious club, one that takes a rare genetic anomaly to get into. One must have DNA that tells their body not to mature but rather to stay in a frail, child like state all the way into adulthood. Some call them midgets, I call them “tiny.” Only two others are card carrying members so you know moments such as this one are special. So without further ado, let me introduce you to ACW’s newest TINY MAN! Drum roll, please![He asks; he receives. Over the sound system short intervals of drum beats heightens the tension of the moment. As quickly as they began they end and as time slows to a still, the fans mouths gape in anticipation. And then, the reveal.] Thunderkiss: CHRIS PHENOMENAL! [Confetti and steamers fall from the rafters. The beats of the Village People’s “Macho Man” entertain the ears of the crowd, only the lyrics have been conveniently changed to say “tiny man” instead. This ushers out several midgets dressed like Chris Phenomenal, all wearing crowns tightly around their do rags. Their jolly ways bring forth a hearty chuckle from the man responsible for their presence here tonight.] Thunderkiss: Dance tiny people, dance! Let your “bling bling” jiggle like Santa’s belly![They say imitation is the finest form of flattery. Someone tell Chris Phenomenal. The new “king” rockets out of the entrance way like a bullet from a gun and judging by the look on TK’s face this was most unplanned. Along his way to the ring Chris relieves himself of some of his frustrations by knocking a few of the CP midgets onto their asses drawing the ire of the crowd.] Thunderkiss: Wow Christopher. That wasn’t nice.Chris Phenomenal *pointing finger in TK’s face*: Cut your shit Kiss. Thunderkiss: Watch where you are pointing that thing, boy.[Chris does lower his finger, but is no less deterred as he stands toe to toe with the Thunderman.] Chris Phenomenal: Now as I’m sure you would know, there are a number of people here that aren’t happy to see you back in this company. Your time has come and gone. You were once the most feared man in this industry, now you are forced to resort to back dooring yourself into the wrestling ring. [The Kiss Army disapproves and lets Phenomenal know, serenading him with a loud chorus of boos as Thunderkiss ramps them up, waving his arms in the air in a lifting motion as Chris Phenomenal stares forward, unimpressed.] Chris Phenomenal: Now eleven days ago you interrupted my victory celebration, you rose from your grave and assaulted both Senator and myself, now after much discussion, we have decided to forego any legal action against your person, considering at that time you were not a member of the ACW Roster and thus trespassing as well. Throw in the fact that your common whore attacked…[Thunderkiss does not take lightly to this, nearly striking Chris who throws up his hands, ready to fight at the drop of a pin. Thunderkiss however shows impressive strength only leading a further smirk.] Chris Phenomenal: Need I remind you, I was the last person to pin you inside of this ring.[Chris pauses for a moment before resuming where he left off.] Chris Phenomenal: Adding that hind grinder attacked Senator with a chair, possibly furthering the damage to his back that I, yes I, inflicted on him, you’re not in much of a position to be parading your “tiny men” around.Thunderkiss: Is that so?Chris Phenomenal: That is so. Now Senator told me to come out here and deliver a message that if you know what is truly best for you, that you should call of your guns. You’ve proven a point, you’ve gotten back at Gingerdude and you’ve re-entered the company. He implores you to realize, just like he has that time has passed him by and that it is time for the “New Guard” to shine. Despite your rivalry, your intense hatred of one another, Senator wishes you the best, hoping you come to the realization that it is time to step away before it’s too late. You’ve already lost a finger at the hands of the pitiful Jake Steele, think what I’d take from you…[And just like that all the laughter and smiles have been sucked right out of the arena. In their place only nervous feelings linger as all eyes now fall on Thunderkiss to see his response. Never one to fear the spotlight, Thunderkiss raises his microphone to his lips in a calm, cool manner and responds with - ] Thunderkiss: Wow. That is a pretty stern warning. A STERN WARNING INDEED! AND TO IT I SAY ....[He huffs, and he puffs, and he blows the house down.] Thunderkiss: BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS, HOME BOY!YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! Thunderkiss: You tell that sleazy, no good for nothing Senator that if he has anything to say, he can say it to my face! That is after you get done fetching him his next cup of coffee, you stooge! [Snap. There is no more reserve in Phenomenal; he has been pushed way past the point of rationality. His right hand rockets towards the side of TK’s face, but the Thunderman senses it before he even moves his hand. His head goes flying into CP’s in return and a stunned Phenomenal stumbles onto one knee before the Worldreaker.] Thunderkiss: TAKE HIM MY MIDGETS! TAKE HIM! [All the CP midgets infest the ring and latch their tiny little digits onto Chris’ body. In a scene straight out of “Gulliver’s Travel,” they midgets restrain the much larger CP with their great numbers and escort him out of the ring and beyond. There isn’t a side that doesn’t hurt in the entire crowd, they are all too overwhelmed with laughter.] Thunderkiss: Now all I need is Danny Mainer in a giant rat suit and this will be the greatest night in my entire life.[FADE]
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Nov 11, 2009 17:22:24 GMT -5
Red Wheel [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] It is a lot different to be on the top looking down. Not so long ago being a number one contender was a big thing for Vortex, however now that he was the champion he began to forget the zeal that comes with such a match.
The scene fades into Vortex’s locker room, where he is watching the events of this edition of Warfare on a plasma TV. After his harrowing match with Atomic Kitsune at the Pay per View, Vortex needed some time to himself…some time to think.
Atrus leans against the far wall of the locker room and stares into the sky.
What this Entertainment Title means to Vortex he cannot properly express in words. As he looks at Atrus and feels his mental sanity slip even further away, Vortex wonders if the two men battling for a shot at his title tonight know exactly what it takes to be entertaining. To put on an entertaining match, to win over the crowd, and more importantly to keep your job, you have to lose a part of yourself in the process. Every blow Vortex took, every match he fought, every ounce of strain he suffered, Atrus became that much more real.
Dissatisfied with merely leaning on the wall, Atrus takes out a coin and starts flipping it.Vortex: Are you just going to stand there, or do you care to explain why you’re following me around? Atrus says nothing.Vortex: ANSWER ME! Vortex rises out of his chair in exasperation and Atrus continues flipping his coin. Instead of crossing the room and confronting Atrus, Vortex sits down in his chair once more. Abel had been out of contact for days and Vortex was actually starting to miss the company. Being stuck with your rampant subconscious is never fun.Atrus: Two men, vie for your gold. For what do you fight? Vortex simply puts his head in his hands and looks at the ground. Like it or not, Atrus was right. Vortex wasn’t so sure what he was fighting for anymore. Vortex: Just go away. Atrus snorts.Atrus: Banal. That’s what you are. Vortex: Honestly, I don’t understand why you torment me. Do you want me to lose this title? My job? My life? Atrus: Do YOU want to lose? This outcome was to be expected. When one converses with their own mind…rhetorical questions are commonplace. The oddity with Atrus was, Vortex never knew what he was going to do. Most insane people have no idea some of the people they talk to are figments of their imagination.
Vortex understood Atrus wasn’t real…but he needed to understand more than that. He needed to know why Atrus materialized all of a sudden instead of merely tormenting his thoughts.Vortex: I will only ask once more, why are you here? Atrus: You want me to be here. Vortex: That’s absurd! Atrus: Is it? I think it is not. You continue to punish yourself day in and day out despite warnings from the material part of your psyche…Abel. This fact would tell me that you do not believe I exist. Vortex: That’s because you DON’T exist! Atrus: Reality is what we perceive it to be. Like it or not you want me to be here. I am a tool for you, much like Exodus I am here to help you fulfill your greater purpose. Vortex: What purpose? Atrus was gone. As much as he wanted answers from his own brain, he could not get them. Vortex pulls out a cell phone and begins to dial Abel’s number once more. Abel had been proved right, Vortex had taken one too many blows to the head and now he was unpredictable. Vortex could only hope that Abel had found Winters and that his problems were soon to be over…
Fade.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Nov 11, 2009 17:23:27 GMT -5
Michael Smart vs Run Away - Written by The Red Panther
Match start - Both men circle each other before Run Away makes the first move, slapping Smart. Smart drops Run Away quickly with a drop toe hold and then jumps back up. Run Away meets Smart and fights back with a huge right hand, sending Smart sprawling. Run Away covers, getting a one. Run Away lifts Smart and goes to lift him for a suplex, but Smart flips over and locks Run Away in a sleeper hold. After a few seconds Run Away charges, landing on the ropes. Smart lets go and then knees Run Away across the back of the head before dragging him backwards and laying 'im out with a german suplex. Smart bridges and gets a short two count. Smart lifts up Run Away and hits him with one of the hardest lariets you will see before locking in a kneebar! Run Away yells and pounds with alternating left and right hammer fists on Smarts hands, eventuly breaking him off.
Middle of match - Run Away growls, holding his leg. Smart stands up and straight after Run Away leaps up, upper cutting Smart in the jaw, knocking him to the middle of the ring. Run Away marches over and headbuts Smart, backing him into the ropes. Smart stumbles back and is lifted up by Run Away, who chucks him backwards with the One Point Five (Fall away slam)! Run Away drapes an arm over but only gets two. Angrily, Run Away stands and begins to stomp Smart, who eventuly grabs Run Aways foot and pushes him back. Smart stands and plants Run Away with a picture perfect Torment Theory (STO back breaker)! Run Aways back bends back over Smarts leg and he falls to the mat, clutching his spine. Seeing his chance, Smart lifts up Run Aways legs for the Smartshooter, but gets booted in the nose. Smart falls to the mat, laid out. Run Away stands up, reaches down and lifts Smart right into a power slam. Run Away hooks the leg, getting a two.
Match end - Run Away lifts up Smart and goes for the Sandwichplex (Double arm suplex), but before Run Away can lift Smart up, Smart rolls across his back. He rolls off and lands holding both of Run Aways legs. Smart steps his leg between Run Aways legs for the Smartshooter, but Run Away rolls over, slamming Smart face down onto the mat. Run Away stands up and boots Smart in the ribs before covering, getting two. Run Away lifts up Smart but recieves a chop and then a belly to belly suplex, slamming Run Away down onto his already damaged back! Seeing his chance, Smart goes up top and stands tall. Smart jumps high and goes for the Meeting of The Minds (Diving headbut)! Smart hits it, slamming down onto Run Away with massive force. Slowly Smart gets up, holding his head. He goes down and grabs Run Aways legs, lifts them up and then finaly locks in the Smartshooter (Sharpshooter)! Within seconds Run Away taps.
Winner: Michael Smart!
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Nov 11, 2009 17:24:44 GMT -5
Segment: Paul Newman Was Right!-- CP
With the midget army having escorted Chris Phenomenal out of the ring, the cameras shift to outside of the arena, revealing just how far they managed to carry Chris Phenomenal as he stands outside, banging on the back entrance to the arena, trying to get back in.
Chris Phenomenal: Open this mother fuckin’ door. I’m goin’ to kil that piece of shit Thunderkiss if it’s the last mother fuckin’ thing I do and I don’t care if I have to punt a mother fuckin’ army of midgets or Gene Simmons look a likes too…
Chris is interrupted by a tap on his shoulder causing him to spin around and fire a fist that narrowly misses with a heavily bearded man, caked in dirt, obviously homeless. As the man looks at Chris wide eyed, Chris just stares at him.
Chris Phenomenal: What the fuck do you want?
Bum: I just was wonderin’ if you ~hic~ had some change to spare for a ~hic~ wandering preacher like ~hic~ me.
Chris stares at the bum, his face growing red not only from the cold but the bubbling anger filling him.
Bum: I promise ~hic~ that I won’t spend it on ~hic~ whiskey. I just need ~hic~ something to…
With that the bum, obviously heavily inebriated collapses at Chris face, throwing up all over his shoes as Chris looks down at the man, now obviously enraged as he grabs a hold of him by the scruff of his collar and pulls him up to face level once he is done expelling his innards.
Chris Phenomenal: Look…
Chris is interrupted as obviously the man wasn’t finished, throwing up right in the face of Chris Phenomenal who gags for a moment before setting the man down and quickly throwing a big uppercut which connects, the man going limp in a puddle of his own puke
Chris Phenomenal: Piece of shit.
With that Chris wipes his face with the back of his hand, throwing the chunks onto the man before walking away, murmuring under his breath.
Chris Phenomenal: Could this night get any worse?
Chris receives the answer to his question as just as he is about to step onto the main road, a car turns the corner, window down. As Chris watches it go by it hit’s a puddle sitting along the road and sprays it up, drenching Chris from head to toe as it continues on down.
Chris Phenomenal: I take that back.
With that the scene cuts to a close as Chris, soaked and covered in vomit begins the long walk home, ready to fight another day.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Nov 11, 2009 17:25:43 GMT -5
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Nov 11, 2009 17:26:16 GMT -5
Segment: Celebration (Credit: Diverse Morality)
As the show steams progressively onwards into dusk, the effects of the evening’s events are producing varied layers of emotions; celebration; commiseration; shame; regret; pride. All regular products of a typical Wednesday Night Warfare.
It is, however, in one particular room where the feelings are shared, and less diverse. A room filled with vociferous banter and merriment. A clink of glasses colliding sets the watermark for the vestige of celebration in the crowded room – warmly decorated in an alluring cream coat of paint and well furnished with expensive furniture and personal artifacts. A golden framed mirror gleams in the corner. It’s shimmering surfaces transmits the scene inside the busy room.
Four figures huddle in the center, with crystal glasses raised. Smiles are prevalent on all of their faces. They seem to share happiness in a single victory.
Chris: Here’s to the NEXT ACW Tag Team Champions…
Cordelia, now attired in her formal dress of a low-cut black dress with a golden necklace adorning her neck – the pendant is cut finely into the shape of a dragon holding a rose – takes a small sip of the rosy liquid that fills her glass. Cyda nurses his glass, taking in the scent but resisting a taste. Jack and Chris throw back their glasses and consume the entire contents of their glasses. Cordelia smiles as she watches the three men that are closest to her heart; Her Brother; Her best friend; Her Brother in-Law (theoretically). Her heart warms as the red wine slides down her throat.
Cordelia: The first step in Torak’s greater vision.
They all nod at each other. Cyda lifts his glass onto the mantelpiece, placing it next to an old photograph of Torak.
Cyda: That’s right. Me and you, darling, are going to pick up where Torak left off. He had set his sights on those tag belts, using his partnership with Hunter as a vehicle to get his hands on them. I doubt that egotistical tosspot would’ve been of much use to Torak had they succeeded then.
Cordelia takes another sip from her glass, allowing the drink to swill in her mouth and moisten her lips, absorbing the flavour of the drink before swallowing it.
Jack: If I know my Brother, he would have taken Hunter out of the equation as soon as they had won the belts. He always preferred working alone. He would have relished defending those belts by himself.
Jack, with his huge hands, plonks his empty glass on the table and shifts his weight, cranking his neck. He peels away from the group and approaches the mantelpiece before retrieving the framed photo of his brother and inspecting it. Cyda takes the moment to get himself comfortable and plants his backside on the nearby sofa, letting a sigh of relief to escape as he is embraced by the luxury of comfort. Cordelia takes the last sip of her drink, but leaves just a small mouthful at the bottom of the glass before placing it on the table in front of Cyda. Cyda clasps his eyes on the unfinished drink as Cordelia takes a seat opposite him. Chris, meanwhile, takes a less relaxing seat on the arm of the sofa.
Chris: I wonder when you’ll get your shot.
Chris glares thoughfully at Cyda and Cordelia, who glance at one another.
Cyda: The sooner the better, man. I can’t wait to get my hands on those two beauties.
Cyda rubs his hands together as Cordelia peers at him with a suspicious glare.
Cordelia: Do you mean the title belts…or the lesbians who hold them.
A fiendish grin spreads across Cyda’s tired face.
Cyda: You know me, I’m not fussy…
Cordelia furrows her brow at him.
Cordelia: You can say that again. Still with Traci?
Cyda rocks his head, rolling his eyes as a tut escapes from his lips. He exhales deeply through his nose. Jack, in the background, remains silent but places the photo-frame back down onto the mantelpiece with a slight thud.
Cyda: Don’t start that again, babe.
Chris, becomes edgy as he senses a storm brewing. He rises to his feet and ensnares the attention of them both with his arms outstretched.
Chris: Instead of bickering about our love lives, how about we get to focusing on our goals – Torak’s goals?
They both smile at him with a air of respect that encapsulates their devotion to him.
Cyda: The voice of reason speaks out once again.
Chris grins as he receives their adulation. He does not get high from it, but it does give him a sense of responsibility – that he is keeping them together. Keeping them safe.
Without warning, the door behind Chris explodes open with a temperamental shove from outside. Chris turns and immediately spots the raging figure entering the room. It’s the very fervent form of Michael Smart. Cyda leaps to his feet and Jack emerges from the background onto the frontline. However, it is Chris who cuts off Smart’s momentum, blocking his path as he zips into the room.
Chris: Just what in the bloody hell do you think you are doing?
Smart: What I'm doing is kicking your ass!
There is a brief scuffle as Chris and Smart both threaten to boil over in the heat of the moment. The piercing shriek of Cordelia’s voice is the only thing that prevents the exchange of blows between the two.
Cordelia: Stop it, this instant, before I really lose my temper. Now, you…imbecile. What is your problem?
Smart: You know what my problem is. Remember the guy you beat up to get interview time? That was my cousin. And now I'm here to return the favor.
Cordelia: I see. Well, then, I guess that just about proves it.
Smart shoots a puzzled look at a wicked looking Cordelia. She sneers at him with a half-grin, inviting him to question her. His confused expression is an enquiry in itself.
Cordelia: It proves that you are Smart only by name – but definitely not by nature.
Smart's confusion morphs into irritation.
Smart: What the hell are you talking about?
Cordelia: Here you are, alone, barging into a room of the most sinister group of people who are completely unhinged and unleased from the rules of this company. Most people would not consider that a very smart move, at all.
Smart: Indeed, but sometimes it takes a fool to do the right thing.
Cordelia: So, what exactly do you want?
Smart: I'm sure you heard me the first time. Attacking my cousin... hell, not only that, trying to bring this place down as well. I won't allow you to continue on like that for one second longer.
Cordelia: I’m familiar with you and your type. In fact, I think you are a paradigm of the weak follower of ACW. You are exactly the type of person that we’re aiming to bring down along with this wretched place.
Smart: What do you mean?
Cordelia: Don’t act ignorant. You signify the undying loyalty to the brand. You would do anything for this company, feeling that it has served you well. But look at yourself. Despite what you’ve given, what have you got back in return? Despite your talent and commitment to ACW, they have done nothing but ignore and use you. Yet, you still remain loyal to them. Giving every ounce of blood and sweat for their benefit – not your own. You’re pathetic.
Smart's irritation develops once again into outright anger. He grinds his teeth, glaring at Cordelia. Chris looks ready to stop Smart at any second, should he be foolish enough to try and charge her.
Smart: Pathetic? You deem loyalty as pathetic? That attitude makes me sick. There are far more worthwhile causes than the advancement of one's own career. You want to know why I'm loyal to this company? What I've got in return? Well...
Smart suddenly turns silent, his mouth trying to form words that aren't quite there. Cordelia looks amused at his sudden silence.
Cordelia: Well?
Smart is still looking for words, eventually letting out a sigh.
Smart: I guess I can't really explain it. But that doesn't matter. You won't convince me to agree with you, and if words don't work, I guess we just need to settle things the way they're usually settled around here.
Cordelia: I’ll tell you what. Since you are alone, and outnumbering opponents is not Torak’s style, I’ll keep my boys under control for now. But, since you seem so worked up and adamant for revenge, I’ll allow you to go one on one with one of them, any time you like. We’ll see how much this place really cares about you when you give the last drops of sweat and blood, all in the name of ACW. All in the name of defending your beloved wrestling promotion who has done so much for you. Let us see if they reward you for gallantly fight for their honour in the ring against the virus that seeks to wipe them out. The question is: are you willing to risk your own well being for them? If you are, you’re a bigger fool than I thought.
This time it is Smart who is amused. Cordelia looks surprised by his reaction, looking on questioningly for his response.
Smart: You think I'm going to be intimidated by you? You think I'm going to back down from this just because you have the numbers at your side? Guess again. Like I said, sometimes it takes a fool to do the right thing. Indeed I would rather be foolish than corrupted. If taking on your posse is what it takes to protect ACW, then so it shall be.
Smart turns to Chris, staring into his eyes for a second.
Smart: I'll see you in the ring next week.
Smart turns around to leave the room, but upon reaching the doorway, turns around once again, turning his gaze to Cordelia.
Smart: You will not succeed. No matter what you try, I will be there to stop it. No matter what your trap, I will survive it. No matter what your plan, I will unravel it. No matter what the battle, I will be there to fight it. You see, no matter what you try, ACW will be able to withstand it. But you... you will fall.
Smart walks out of the doorway, leaving the room and all four members of Diverse Morality behind. The aforementioned four stare after him, making sure that he is gone. Eventually Cyda falls back onto the couch, Jack silently returning to his brother's picture and Chris pouring himself another glass of wine. Cordelia stays still, glaring in the direction of the doorway as the scene fades to black.
(OOC: Additional credit to Michael Smart.)
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Nov 11, 2009 17:26:57 GMT -5
Jones: Ladies and Gentleman the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, the challengers. Baby, Baby, Baby. You are my Voodoo Child, My Voodoo Child Jones: Hailing from Drogheda, Ireland. Weighing in tonight at two hundred and thirteen pounds. Standing six feet tall… "Voodoo Child" hits the speakers, as the lights in the arena go out. DAVE SHADOW!As the music builds, several blinding lights illuminate at the top of the entrance ramp. A shadow emerges, the silouette dancing along with the music. As the shadow walks out of the light, we see it's Dave Shadow, with a perverted smile plastered accross his face. He makes his way down the ramp and hops up onto the apron, climbing to the second rope at one of the corners and posing for all his fans. The camera spins round him, as he hops down and awaits his opponents. McNally: I don’t know how Dave Shadow is going to survive this match. The two top wrestlers in ACW, Jonny Spade and Jack Jefferson, two men he also has quite a history with ready to tee off on him. Edison: If it’s any saving grace, Thunderkiss’ midget army has taken care of any Chris Phenomenal threat and that will have to put Dave’s mind at ease. Jones: 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 SPADE!The 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 Jones: And his partner, coming to the ring from Manchester England, standing six feet, one inch tall. Weighing in at two hundred and nineteen pounds. JACK JEFFERSON!“Paint It Black” by The Rolling Stones hits the speakers and Jack Jefferson emerges through the curtain to a wall of boos from the fans. This doesn’t seem to faze Jefferson as a big smirk grows on his face whilst he looks out across the sea of fans in attendance. He then takes his time as he cockily struts to the ring, apparently oblivious to the booing he receives. As Jack reaches the ring he quickens his pace so that he is able to slide straight in.
He climbs onto the turnbuckle to his right, placing his right foot on the top rope whilst leaving his left on the middle rope and smirks at the audience below. He slaps his hands on his pectoral muscles and holds his arms out wide, forming a ‘gun’ with his index fingers and thumbs. He then hops down, dropping his jacket over the ropes and stretches, awaiting the ring bell as Jonny Spade ducks out of the ring. McNally: Here we go Eddie. Edison: And look at the face of Dave Shadow. Dave’s face is not one of nerves, but rather of confidence as he spins around the ring, waiting for Jack Jefferson before the two are interrupted by an all two familiar sound. I was born on Olympus To my father a son I was raised by the demons Trained to reign as the one ... McNally: What the hell? Edison: I don’t know what’s bringing him out here? Dave Shadow turns and looks up the ramp as 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.
God of thunder and rock and roll The spell you're under Will slowly rob you of your virgin soul
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.
I am the lord of the wastelands A modern day man of steel I gather darkness to please me And I command thee to kneel Before the ...
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.
God of thunder and rock and roll The spell you're under Will slowly rob you of your virgin soul
Before ducking out of the ring Thunderkiss walks past Dave, whispering in his ear, the only audible word is “Double Deuce.” On the outside Thunderkiss grabs a hold of the tag rope as Raymond Allen Flemming looks on confused. McNally: It looks as if Thunderkiss has put one over on Chairman Gingerdude again, coming to the add of his former tag team partner. Edison: Tag team action, Thunderkiss and Dave Shadow vs. Jack Jefferson and Jonny Spade, when we return.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Nov 11, 2009 17:27:21 GMT -5
Returning from commercial the bell tolls again as the two men come together, Dave Shadow and Jack Jefferson both trying to bully each other around the ring neither getting the advantage until Jefferson drops out to one knee getting Dave into a rear waistlock and wrestles him into the corner allowing Jonny Spade to quickly tag into the match as both men lift on Shadow with a dual german suplex early in the match. As Jefferson ducks out of the ring Jonny puts a couple of boots to Shadow and as he tries to get up to his feet before trying to throw him into his corner but Dave reverses it sending Spade all the way across the ring into his corner with Thunderkiss. Dave puts a couple of chops on before tagging in Thunderkiss who goes to work with a few blows of his own, polishing him off with a Polish Hammer and tagging in Shadow. As Jonny tries to get to his feet Dave leaps into the air using the ropes as a slingshot and connects with a hurricanrana on Jonny that sends him flying across the ring into the ropes. Dave goes right to work, hooking the two arms with his legs and leaning back with a crucifix pin. …1 …2 Jonny kicks out but Dave grabs hold of his head and goes right into a reverse chinlock. McNally: Nice opening to the match here, couple of quick tags and a few big moves. Edison: I think the energy in this arena provided by Thunderkiss’ entrance has really given Dave Shadow the psychological boost he needed, especially since he was looking at a possible handicapped match. Dave keeps Jonny grounded, trying to wear him out early on in the match. As Jonny tries to tear the grip of Dave Shadow away from him, Dave leans back adding pressure to the hold. Unable to pry the grip apart Jonny resorts to pushing on it until it rides up his face as he gets to his feet and fire a revese elbow, allowing him to push the grip off and quickly take Dave down with a throw of his own, taking him down over the shoulder and put him right into the same chinlock that Dave had just previously utilized against him. Dave goes a different route of breaking the hold, firing a reverse elbow to the chops of Jonny that gives him enough slack to work to his feet against the knee in his back. An elbow to the sternum knocks some of the air out of Jonny as the grip loosens again this time enough to allow Dave to take control of the arm of Jonny and swing around his back into a standing hammerlock. Jonny clutches his shoulder trying to massage it to keep the blood flowing to the joint. Dave wrings the arm once as Jonny grimaces in pain before quickly tapping the outside leg of Dave Shadow with his own foot and quickly stepping behind Dave reversing the previously held hammerlock on Jonny into his own on Dave. Shadow smiles as the crowd cheers him on as he stays in the hold long enough to utilize much the same move as Jonny but this time as he passes through he drops down and tries to roll Jonny up but RAF doesn’t even get to the canvas before Jonny kicks out. McNally: Nice counter there by both men, Jonny using his strength and body to escape the submission and then Dave using his quickness to get a pinfall attempt. Edison: That’s going to be an interesting dynamic in this match. Each time has a power wrestler and an agile wrestler and will likely both be looking to exploit any possible stylistic advantages. Dave lifts Jonny to his feet and throws him into there own corner and tags in Thunderkiss who puts a boot to Spade, trying to avenge his fallen friend High Roller. Kiss grabs hold of Spade and looks to whip him all the way across the ring but stops on a dime, pulling him back and firing him into the same corner and then following him in with a clothesline that causes him to stumble out and then turn back allowing Kiss to connect with a Kickstart My Heart, the devastating heart punch flooring Jonny Spade as Kiss goes for the cover. …1 …2 Jack Jefferson interferes in the match, kicking Thunderkiss in order to break up the fall but brings Dave Shadow into the match as the two begin to brawl, Jonny Spade rolling out of the ring allowing Dave and Thunderkiss to double team Jefferson for a brief second before RAF gets control, escorting Dave out of the match as Thunderkiss goes to work, using his head as a battering ram and then utilizing an impressive backbreaker that floors Jefferson. Thunderkiss takes the time to pose for his fans, biceps as impressive as ever before hitting the ropes and looking for the Fall from Glory. The time spent in front of the Kiss Army however back fires as Jefferson is able to roll out of the way of the gargantuan Thunderkiss and takes advantage with a strategic boot and then throws Thunderkiss over the bottom rope before standing on the back of his neck, forcing his larynx up against the bottom rope as RAF is forced to count Jefferson off. …1 …2 …3 …4 It is only just before five that Jefferson steps off as RAF reprimands him for a brief moment before he jumps right back onto Thunderkiss again. McNally: Jefferson utilizing every advantage he can against Thunderkiss. Edison: Look at Kiss’ face though. I’m worried for Jefferson. Sure enough as Jefferson is forced off the second time Thunderkiss wastes no time in getting to his feet, creeping up behind Jefferson who is again being told off by RAF. Once Jefferson does turn around… WHAM! Thunderkiss slams both fists into the mat, stunning Jack Jefferson with the Thunderquake allowing him to compose himself before connecting with a charging big boot and covering Jefferson as RAF scampers into the cover. …1 …2
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Nov 11, 2009 17:28:05 GMT -5
NO! Thunderkiss is not shocked in the least that the World Champ kicks out and gets to his feet, waiting for Jefferson. Once he does get there a quick inverted atomic drop sets him up as Thunderkiss reaches back and tags in Dave who comes soaring in off the top rope with a springboard cross body that connects, pinning Jefferson down to the canvas. …1 …2 Jonny Spade comes in and breaks up the fall before quickly scampering out as Thunderkiss ducks into the ring. Shadow wastes no time in going right back to work on the neck, locking in a side headlock and then quickly spinning his hips so he’s on his side, knee into the back of Jefferson trying to pull his head to a ninety degree angle with the rest of his body. Jefferson tries to fight against the hold, trying to get to his feet then trying to break free but only serves to increase the fire in Shadow as he wrenches his grip. Jefferson reaches his hands out for nothing in particular as he begins to consider a new mehtod of escape. He begins to lever his body against the knee of Dave Shadow before throwing his hips out and rolling onto his knee. From there he tries to push him off, then try’s to roll through to a second knee seconding and then is able raise his body, utilizing an elbow to loosen the grip and spin right into the hold. Jefferson looks for a jawbreaker but Shadow delivers a knee to the midsection of Jefferson, trying to keep him down but Jefferson eventually manages to push himself to his feet. Tiring against the hold over a minute, Jefferson heaves his body weight up off the mat. Still finding himself gripped in a headlock, he still has some work to do. Not even a few reserved elbows to the midsection of Shadow manage to loosen his grip as he smells blood, the headlock turning more and more into a deadly hold. Running out of options, Jefferson has one last trick up his sleeve. Taking a deep breath, he reaches down with a free arm and lifts Shadow up between his legs. He balances his body weight and before you know it, Dave Shadow is sprawled across the shoulders of Jefferson and very quickly dropped to the canvas in a rib crushing Samoan Drop. McNally: DANGEROUS!!! Edison: A last ditch move there by Jack Jefferson Jack hauls himself up as Jonny Spade reaches as far trying to give his partner a chance to make the tag and eventually does, Jonny Spade enters the match like a bull out of the shoot as Dave Shadow looks him square in the face These next two paragraphs written by The Red Panther. Stay in school Spade and Shadow trade punches, big punches in fact. Shadow falls back and bit and Spade opens up with some chops, forcing Dave back into the ropes. Spade whips Shadow across the ring and on the return dropkicks Dave. Dave drops and Spade covers, getting two. Spade drags Shadow up by his hair and then throws him face first into a corner. Spade hoists Shadow up top and follows. Shadow begins punching Spade, but that resistance is stopped with a big knee. Spade then slams Shadow down to the mat with a huge wrist clutch exploder suplex. Dave clutches his head as Spade gets up, smiling wide. Spade kicks Dave in the ribs before lifting him up, but is met with some punches and then a jumping punch, surprising Spade and dropping him. Shadow runs at the ropes as Spade gets up but on the rebound is hit with a huge spinebuster, rattling the ring itself. Edison: Huge move there! Maxwell: Spade is on top here. Spade hooks the leg, getting a two. Spade gets up and catches a kick attempt from Shadow. Spade grabs Shadows other leg and locks in a haas of pain! Shadow yells in pain while crawling to the ropes. Shadow gets a finger tip on the ropes and then a hand, forcing Spade to let go. Spade pumps up the fans as Shadow gets up and then grabs Shadow by the neck. Spade drags Shadow to the middle of the ring and then hits him with a pendulum backbreaker! Shadow screams, grabbing his back. Spade slowly picks up Shadow up is met with a low blow and then a rana! Shadow hooks the leg, getting a two. Spade tries to get up but is quickly put down again with a spinning neckbreaker. Shadow goes to kick Spade as he makes a quick ascent but the kick is caught and Spade pushes out Shadows other leg, forcing him to do the splits. Edison: Ow ow OW! Caught in an awful predicament Jonny Spade quickly tags in Jefferson before charging to the other side of the ring and both men connect with a double drop kick, to his head. Jefferson goes quickly to cover as RAF makes the count. …1 …2 Thunderkiss jumps in breaking up the fall as now all sorts of mayhem breaks loose, Jefferson and TK brawling as Jonny Spade gets in a few cheap shots of his own on the double team before going to work on Dave Shadow with a few boots. Eventually all four men begin to brawl, eventually swapping partners as Jack Jefferson and Dave Shadow go tumbling out the end, ropes, brawling on the outside. Jonny connects with a stiff kick and goes for the Jonormous Slam but TK is able to reverse out of it and as Jonny turns around Thunderkiss delivers a Goodnight Kiss to Jonny Spade, the Axe Bomba connecting as Jonny is out like a light, the only problem is he goes tumbling through the ropes. Thunderkiss goes charging out after him though as Raf has lost complete control of the match. Thunderkiss helps out Dave for a second, swinging him back in control before turning his attention back to Jonny Spade. ...4 ...5 ...6 RAF can count till he's blue but no one is paying attention. Thunderkiss and Jonny Spade start going at each other, left and rights as Dave Shadow fires Jack Jefferson over the barricade. ...8 ...9 ...10 And that's that as Raf calls for the bell but no one notices. McNally: This is pure and utter chaos. Edison: I don't know if all of our security could possibly stop all of this. They are going to try however as they pour out, trying to seperate everyone and failing as Jonny Spade slams Thunderkiss' face into the ring mat before he comes back and eats a heavy right hand for his troubles. In the fans Jefferson looks to throw Dave but is blocked as Dave throws a heavy hand before a handful of security guards get between the two but don't last long. The show goes off air as the fans are heavily involved and even more security is pouring down the ramp. End Show
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Rena
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Post by Rena on Nov 11, 2009 17:55:36 GMT -5
I assume my match needs to be reviewed, revised and rewritten.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Nov 11, 2009 18:00:46 GMT -5
Good show people, definitely some solid work. I'm really excited for Divine Mortality vs. Smart.
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VorteX
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Post by VorteX on Nov 13, 2009 23:39:18 GMT -5
Friday Night Feedback!
He's Back
I honestly have no idea who Shelton Splash is, however it does seem as if he had a lot of hype surrounding him before. The style of the promo threw me off a bit, the whole talking in italics was disorienting to say the least. Regardless it will be interesting to see what he does in ACW.
The Champ is Here
The title of the segment brings horrible WWE memories to my mind. Moving past that, the promo itself was pretty solid; the recap of Jefferson's past achievements was nice. It will be interesting to see how the rest of this feud plays out.
No More Bets!
I am glad to see High Roller gone. I for one was never fond of the character (the idea behind it was ok, but reading the promos was a pain in all honesty), and TK is just a better fit for a character overall. Having Gingerdude eliminate Roller is an interesting twist, and it will be fun to see how this ends up.
Confrontation in the Locker Room
A bit short for me. I am interested to see how this feud pans out, as these two do seem to play off of one another well. I would like to see some color to the promo though, as it adds some element of readability that is currently lacking.
Newcomer to the Island
CP is everywhere. I enjoyed the irony of someone named Criminal having a dedicated fanbase though, and making a name for yourself by going at it with one of the more known wrestlers is always a good angle to have.
Where's Ralph Nader When You Need Him
This was a pretty funny promo. At first I really didn't like the idea of the Run Away character, however after reading a promo involving him I have changed my mind. I am now looking forward to more Run Away work.
A Trip Down Memory Lane
This is probably my favorite Wheeler promo yet. I say this because it puts a setting behind the whole gang angle, and really 'humanizes' the Trent Wheeler character. It will be intriguing to find out what Wheeler's decision is.
Airtime
It's good to see Michael Smart writing again, and I enjoyed how the standard interview process was interrupted by Diverse Morality. Speaking of Diverse Morality, I am eager to see how they will 'resurrect' Torak, a character that truly was very memorable. At first I wasn't too sure about Cordelia alone, however now that the rest of the stable is brought into the picture I am quite sure the coming promos will be a very interesting read.
Dramatic Irony
Good to see the cocky side of Spade. The only problem I have with the promo is placing...the twist was nowhere near as effective as it could have been if placed before TK's segment on the matter. Other than that, it looks like there is going to be a lot of huge egos colliding in the Upper Midcard which always makes for a fun read.
All Hail the New Tiny Man!
This promo was a little random. It would have taken a heck of a lot of midgets walking out to the ring to escort CP out (not to mention he put up no struggle even though he was still concious), but that's another matter. I'm a little confused as to CP's identity at the moment, on one side of the spectrum he is a 'thug' and on the other side he is using proper language and phrases like 'common whore', and 'that is so'.
Paul Newman was Right!
Things just got even more random. We not only have super determined midgets, we now have puking homeless people. I don't know the purpose of this promo nor do I think I was meant to find a purpose to it.
Celebration
If you put a lot of angry people in a group you are bound to get tension sooner rather than later. That fact was shown in this promo and the fact that the tension in the room was lifted by outside tension was pretty interesting. I expected to see Smart tossed out of the door like a ragdoll, however the calm manner in which he was addressed was a bit surprising. I sense a beatdown coming Smart's way...
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