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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 18, 2009 16:37:29 GMT -5
Wednesday Night Warfare 18th November 2009
Schedule of Matches:
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Brett Lancing vs. Gary
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ACW Womens Action Lilith Dormieux vs. The Ringleader
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Chris Leblanc vs. Michael Smart
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First Main Event Champion vs. Champion vs. Champion Jack Jefferson vs. Jonny Spade vs. VorteX
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Second Main Event Secret Surprise Match
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(Apologies for not being in the chat, all; I'm not feeling all that well, so I shall simply be posting the show and then heading off to get some rest.)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 18, 2009 16:37:58 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Return of the King--Chris Phenomenal
The regular opening of pyro’s does not start off tonight’s show, instead we open to the offices of the Chairman, Jonathan Gingerdude and standing across from him is Chris Phenomenal. We open, midway through their conversation.
Chris Phenomenal: Look at me Ging, I really don’t care about any “liabilities.” If you signed him to a contract he needs to step into the fuckin‘ ring, and if he didn‘t what the fuck was he doing in it last week?
Chairman Gingerdude: Yes I’ve signed SheltonSplash to a contract, and yes he will eventually step into the ring. I feel however it is in the company’s best interest for him to build his way back up. We don’t want him getting hurt headlining a major show.
Chris Phenomenal: Look, you’ve already screwed up once before. You let that vile Thunderkiss back in because you’re too lazy to read the fine print. Now I’m sure you saw Shelton last week, throwing down and did he look hurt, no. Between you and me, I honestly believe there’s not a thing wrong with him. He knew that he wasn’t worth anything, that he beat second rate wrestlers and with the influx of talent coming up in the GWF he knew he’d be exposed as the phony he is, so he decided to fake an injury, collect a nice settlement from the company and keep his reputation in tact.
Gingerdude pauses for a moment as Chris stares at him menacingly.
Chairman Gingerdude: Then why would he sign with ACW?
Chris Phenomenal: For the same reason you let Thunderkiss back in. Everyone thinks with there wallets. I’m all but certain that he forced a certain portion of his contract to be guaranteed, and you probably took out insurance on that, just in case. He figures he makes a token appearance or two, wrestles once and then “re-injures” his knee and then collects the rest of his case. In fact, I’d not put it past the two of you to have come up with some form of scam. You reap the gates and publicity his return creates and all you’re out is the money on the insurance you purchased on his contract.
A fairly heavy accusation from the uneducated Chris Phenomenal, however the argument is sound and from the looks on Chairman Gingerdudes face, he’s none to pleased with them.
Chairman Gingerdude: I’d never do such a thing. An agreement like that would constitute insurance fraud and I’d be thrown in the penitentiary with the rest of the rif-raf, your lot. I’d not risk something like that.
Chris Phenomenal: I’d watch your fuckin’ mouth Gingerdude. I might not come from money like you do, but I could sure as hell drop you right here.
Chairman Gingerdude: Come on Chris, enough with the tough guy act. Everyone has seen it. You wonder around talkin’ like dis and dat, but then you come in her and start talking legalese, you can’t do both Chris. You’re like Garret Reid, or what is the word the youth are using…poser, I think?
The color in the face of Chris Phenomenal begins to rise as the Chairman shuffles a few sheets of paper on his desk.
Chairman Gingerdude: Now, if that’s all you came to see me about, I’ve got a show to run.
As the chairman looks up with a dismissive glance, Chris stares back at him, the gears turning, trying to find a way before the proverbial light bulb clicks on.
Chris Phenomenal: What if I made it worth your while?
An in. Looking back up from the paper work, the Chairman studies the face of Chris Phenomenal.
Chairman Gingerdude: And how would you do that? If you’re going to try and bribe me, I assure you that it won’t work.
Chris Phenomenal: Not that? Something you’d like to see gone almost as much as you’d like to see the backside of Thunderkiss for the last time.
Chairman Gingerdude: And what might that be?
Chris Phenomenal: You give me this match against SheltonSplash, I’ll agree to have my immunity clause waived for the remainder of my contract.
Very tempting for the Chairman. The daily troubles caused by Chris Phenomenal, the money lost after one of his tantrums likely in the tens of thousands of dollars.
Chairman Gingerdude: That, and you pay the insurance premium on Shelton’s contract, and you’ve got yourself a deal.
Chris replies without a moments hesitation
Chris Phenomenal: Deal.
With the agreement in place, the chairman turns his eye back to the papers on his desk as Chris walks away. He is interrupted however by the clearing of the Chairman’s throat.
Chairman Gingerdude: I should say though that that match is not going to occur tonight. Instead, it’ll be one of our headline matches at the first ever ACW Supercard this Saturday.
Turning on his heels Chris looks at the spectacled man. The delay to the super card seeming to not phase him.
Chris Phenomenal: So I’ve got the night off again?
Chairman Gingerdude: I’d not go that far, in fact, earlier today I was approached by a member of the ACW Roster who requested a match with you this evening.
Chris Phenomenal: Let me guess, it’s Dave Shadow wanting another shot at revenge for me “bludgeoning him to within an inch” of his pathetic life.
Chairman Gingerdude: Nope.
Chris Phenomenal: Jason Freeman:
Chairman Gingerdude: Nope.
Chris Phenomenal: Wayde Russeller making his eighty seventh return ever?
Chairman Gingerdude: Nope. In fact, I doubt you‘ll guess who considering it‘s been over two years since they last wrestled on a televised ACW program.
Chris Phenomenal: Two years…Fuck, I was in the clink then.
Chairman Gingerdude: Anymore guesses?
Chris Phenomenal: Not a chance.
Chairman Gingerdude: Well then Chris, your opponent this evening in tonights second main event.
With that the door to a small room off of the Chairmans office opens and out steps a young Asian, dressed in a school girl uniform as the collective jaws of everyone in attendance hit the floor as a familiar giggle is heard.
Chris Phenomenal: You can’t be fuckin’ serious.
Chairman Gingerdude: Language Chris, there‘s a lady in our midst.
As Chris turns his head and looks into the eyes of Yoko Satoshi, a number of thoughts race through his mind, blocking out the sound of Chairman Gingerdude.
Chairman Gingerdude: Tonight. One on one, for the first time ever, it‘s going to be Chris Phenomenal, taking on Yoko Satoshi.
As Chris still stares in disbelief, we cut out to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 18, 2009 16:38:21 GMT -5
A Wolf's Call To A Panther (And An Unsteady Partnership) Credit: Trent Wheeler
Trent Wheeler is seen in his casuals with Kevin Anderson. Wheeler looks annoyed and Anderson seems a little uneasy about it, since the last time he interacted with Wheeler, Wheeler pinned him against the wall.
Kevin Anderson Well umm, Trent. You told me you wanted to talk. This must be about your shot at VorteX huh?
Trent Wheeler No Kevin no. I'm ready for the Entertainment Title. I'll win, but there is one problem: Red Pather. I've got two wins over him, that's what the record books say, but I have never been able to pin him. And you know why? Cause he's been pussyfooting around and avoiding the end. Whenever I get close to winning, he makes his exit. Really Red? What are you 'fraid of? Having a pinfall loss on your record? Too me, one loss would be better than two. Maybe if you took the pin the first time, you would have never lost the second.
Boss Blood Wolf comes along and puts his hand on the shoulder of Kevin Anderson. Anderson looks a bit relieved, but not much.
Boss Blood Wolf Kevin. Thanks for the help. Interviewing Trenty? You go, I'll take it from here.
Kevin looks at The Boss, and then back to Trent before finally leaving. The Boss moves closer to Wheeler, who let's out an irritated breath. The Boss takes out a rolled up piece of paper.
Trent Wheeler Why are you still here Boss? And what did Kevin help you with? I'm tired of these games.
Boss Blood Wolf Whoa whoa Trenty. No games. No games at all. See here? This is my contract. Yeah, Kevin helped get one for me. I am now officially...your manager.
Trent Wheeler What!? How the hell can you do that? I don't any say in this?
Boss Blood Wolf Hehehe. It doesn't matter anymore Trenty. The contract is signed. Your now looking at... The Boss looks at his contract. Ryan Stark. They wouldn't let me use the-
Trent Wheeler Who cares what your name is!? I've got bigger problems than you now. I'm sure you've been watching. The Red Pather keeps avoiding the pinfall.
Ryan Stark Listen Trent. I'm just trying to help you now...and I'm getting paid damn good for it to. Now how 'bout this? Hey Red! Yeah, you better be watching by now. How about one more dance with 'ole Wheeler here? Prove your a man and stand against him till the end. Now I'm sure you won't, so how about we make this a cage match? Whenever you want it.
Trent Wheeler You can't just make matches! But...that sounds like a good idea...Dammit. Okay Boss, you can "manage" me, but you stay in the back and outta my matches. As for you Red, I'll see you in the cage, unless you chicken out again.
The camera fades with Ryan Stark and Trent Wheeler putting on a seemingly united front.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 18, 2009 16:38:45 GMT -5
JEFFERSON SMASH~! Jack Jefferson / Jonny Hughes Tonight’s edition of Wednesday Night Warfare is rapidly approaching and Jack Jefferson is on his way to the arena. He glances down at the ACW World Heavyweight Title, which rests on his sports bag on the passenger seat, and a smug smirk fixes itself onto his face. As he comes to the ACW Arena he looks up, always enjoying the view of the arena from the outside, and pulls left to go into the car park. The security guy smiles politely and waves Jefferson through; Jefferson shoots him back a sardonic smile, since winning the World Title the guard hasn’t forgotten who he is, not once.
He pulls into the car park and swears under his breath as he notices that the majority of spaces have been taken. He slowly drives around, looking for a free spot and suddenly a smile creeps onto his face as he spots a silver Mercedes Benz SLK 55 – the car of one Jonny Hughes. He pulls up behind the SLK and delves into his bag, retrieving Chloe – his trademark crowbar. He steps out of his car, twirling the crowbar casually, and swaggers over to the SLK. Carefully, he runs his fingers along the bonnet, appreciating the cold touch of the metal. Suddenly, he stops and smashes the crowbar into the windscreen, sending cracks splintering through the glass. A satisfied smile paints itself onto his face as he continually smashes the crowbar into the glass until a large hole emerges.
Whistling nonchalantly, he saunters back to his car whilst dragging Chloe along the SLK’s bonnet, leaving a huge scratch in the paintwork. As the door to Jefferson’s Mustang clunks shut Kevin “The Internet” Anderson walks out of the backstage entrance, a huge grin on his face and tossing his keys in his hand as he whistles. The spring in his step suddenly disappears, and his face falls as he spots the SLK. He screams, like a girl, and rushes over to the car with the beginnings of what look likes tears in his eyes. He looks up at Jefferson, who is watching him with a confused look in his face.Kevin: What the hell happened to my baby?! Jefferson: Wait...your car? Kevin: Yeah, I only got her a couple of days ago...fuck! Jefferson: Well I dunno. Looks like someone did you a favour though, that’s a shit car. Jefferson steps on the accelerator and roars away, looking for a parking spot, and leaves Kevin Anderson staring incredulously at his beloved car whilst trying to hold back his tears.
Fade to Black===================================================== Match 1: Brett Lancing vs. Gary (Credit: Red Panther) "The Main Man" Brett Lancing vs Gary "Gary" Gary (Written by The Red Panther) Both men are already in the ring as we return from a commercial. The bell rings as both Gary and Brett circle around. Gary starts the match by lunging at Bretts legs, but Brett jumps over Gary. As Gary gets up Brett begins punching him, backing him into the corner. Brett grabs Gary and throws him into the opposite corner chest first. Gary falls back to one knee and so Brett backs off, taunts, and then hits Gary with a huge running big boot. Brett covers and gets two. Gary slowly gets up and is planted with an exploder suplex (T-bone suplex, it's not a T-bone), knocking the wind right out of him. Brett paces around, confident. Brett puts Gary in a front sleeper and then drops down, wrapping his legs around Gary in a vice grip to lock in The Lancing Lock! With no wind in his guts from the exploder, Garys face turns purple and he falls asleep. He is out, and the ref calls the bell. Winner: Brett Lancing! Edison: That was an amazing performance by lancing! Maxwell: Very few people can hand out that kind of punishment, that match lasted seconds.Lancing slides out and slowly exits as the fans are in awe after such a great win.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 18, 2009 16:39:50 GMT -5
Sizing Up the Competition [/color] Credit: VorteX / Criminal[/center] As the night progresses, the fans find out more and more about their favorite (or not so favorite) wrestlers. Most of the wrestlers in ACW are becoming well established; however, there are still a few that the fans want to know more about. One such man is Criminal, and he happens to step in the path of the current Entertainment Champion Vortex as Vortex is making his way down the hallway. Vortex: Woah! The other guy with no last name!Criminal simply stares at Vortex, and Vortex quickly realizes Criminal has not stopped him for idle chat.Criminal: Did you see my win last week…against Ringleader? I took her to the limit and then showed the fans why I am the guy to watch around here. Vortex starts laughing, causing Criminal to shift a bit not expecting this reaction. Vortex: Sounds fun! Did you see MY match at Samhain against Alicia Kitsune? I redefined the word entertainment! Criminal starts laughing a bit himself now. The direct approach was not working out so well as Criminal was sure that Vortex could 'one-up' him match for match, as Criminals ACW tenure was still quite short. Criminal: Ok, ok. Look, I don’t care how many ‘epic’ matches you’ve had in the past, I’m going to tell you what I told Chris last week. I am here to show these fans that the wrestling they have seen from guys like you is nothing compared to what I can do. I’m undefeated! Vortex: I would be too if I only had two matches. Criminal glares at Vortex, his anger beginning to show. Vortex: Woah, woah! Calm down there! Look, I don’t intend to get in a fight with you. I’ve got more than enough on my plate and I have a pretty big match to prepare for, so let’s just cut to the chase. Criminal: Alright. You see that title there, that’s going to be mine very soon. It’s Vortex’s turn to get a little irritated. Criminal is being very forward, and his cockiness is starting to get on the nerves of Vortex.Vortex: Get in line. Instead of talking to me, you should be talking to guys like Panther and Wheeler, because they are after the very same thing you are. It’s the reason you three should watch my match very closely tonight, I honestly doubt you have any idea what it takes to be a champion around here. Criminal: You severely underestimate me. I want YOU to watch MY matches. I want YOU to see what is coming. This brings an eruption of laughter out of Vortex. The few staff members walking around in the general area can probably begin to feel the tension between the two men about now.Vortex: Are you kidding me? And I thought I was insane! You are walking irony. First your name is Criminal, and the fans love you. Second, you want me—a man who has been around ACW for three years—to watch YOUR matches? You have barely been here a month! Criminal: You act as if i have never been in the ring before. This may only be my first month here in the ACW but i have been in numerous other federations that i have come out on top. You seem to be shrugging me of a little bit too lightly. Vortex you might want to take me a tad more seriously. The Red Panther and Wheeler, well I’m not sure about Wheeler, but Panther for sure is a hell of an athlete, and I will soon enough have the greatest match this federation will ever seen once I get through the ranks to face him, but having you as a champion is just an insult to the company as a whole. You can see Vortex’s facial features flutter noticeably now, and the tension is getting so strong between the two men that even people passing by are finding other ways around instead of cutting through.Vortex: An insult to this company is someone who walks around and talks about a record as you do. I don’t give a damn where else you have wrestled, and I doubt the people out in the arena care either. You can’t win two matches and then…Criminal does not let Vortex finish his sentence, instead he chooses to brazenly cut the champion off mid-sentence.Criminal: It's not how many wins, it's the percentage of wins. However, you are right you do have one hell of a match to prepare for tonight, and you want me to watch your matches, and learn from you. Well I think a chimp could wrestle better than you could. Vortex: You can throw these insults around all you want. The fact of the matter is you are not seeing my point; however once you get a little more experience hopefully you’ll learn when to stop talking. It would do you good to watch my match tonight, so you can truly see what you are up against here in ACW.Criminal: You know what? You’re right. I think I WILL take your advice and watch your match tonight... Criminal spins around, with an evil grin on his face, and walks away from Vortex, who simply shrugs his shoulders and continues walking down the hallway
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 18, 2009 16:40:12 GMT -5
Down to Business. By SheltonSplash and Dave Shadow.
---------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------Damn I miss this, the halls smell the same, the feel is rather exciting. It has that sense of an aura, just that little something special like, that sparkle, that piece of magic. It reminds me of the old.
The old was good, dontcha' think?
There's a production truck, which is actually in very good condition compared to the two we used to deal with, and the bricked walls just remind me of it so much, it's just a funny feeling. Seeing guys walking over to the match-up board and seeing what's instore for them this week, and the good old indication that the Owner is busy as the office door is firmly shut, damn they even have the blinds shut, that was my idea!
The hard floor even is starting to crack, damn this reminds me of home. Hell half of my roster have or are here, it's going to be great seeing some familiar faces again, Smart, Alicia, damn that reminds me I haven’t seen Dave in ages, where the hell is his changing room anyways. I s’pose I better have this word with him and straighten him up, seeing as Alicia so kindly invited me here.As he continues to walk down the hallway looking for his former business partner, ally and most of all friend, he looks and peeks into most of the rooms he passes by. Is he looking for Dave? Or is he just being nosy? Or maybe, just...maybe... He misses this? The drama, excitement, exhilaration of a show, the temptation, eagerness and defiance of the superstars or just that, air, the feel and the roar of the crowd.
Whatever it is it's putting a big smirk all over the face of the man who's here for a reason, but the question is, What reason? Dave? or something more?
With each anticipating gaze through every door that is slightly ajar, or a window that is cracked open, he listen's carefully to hear the ruffle of any noises, it seems to be interesting to him, maybe too interesting? Still continuing that long march down the corridoor's wondering around aimlessly like a lost puppy, he just seems pleased, maybe even as far to say peaceful at his surrounding's?
Suddenly he comes to a grinding hault, and as he stands upright, a look that seems overcome of joy almost can be seen in his eyes, he stands still before slowly moving his eyes and head over looking directly into the...A Wh-----------Random ACW Event Staff: Ah! HERE HE IS MR SHADOW! I'VE FOUND HIM! I told you he was wondering the halls.His head turns back around and that joy in his eyes fades away at seeing the man in front of him, but as he looks over his shoulder that smile soon returns and eyes open widly as...Dave: Martin Berntsen! It's great too see you again man! "It's a long time no see buddy. Oh and less of the Martin around these part's, it's uh SheltonSplash..."Dave: Ah yeah sorry, not too good with those wrestling stage names :lol: "Oh really TeamShadowClan? I never knew that about you?!"Dave: . Shelly, baby. That was so 3 years ago. You've got learn to move on. "Nothing gets past my mind Dave, you know me, im like an encyclopedia of knowledge and wealth."Dave: And spelling mistakes and piss poor grammer..... "You bastard... that was low"Dave: Not as low as your win/loss record, huh Shel? "Dude, im not feeling the love, don't make me start with the embarrasing story's about you. Mr split personality or cheap merchande flogging fool."Dave: But...but....You told me you loved those Neo-Evolution hats and shirts "Well maybe if I didn't have to buy so many, I might have enjoy just one of them."Dave: But you needed all the colours! And designs! and hell what about the special ones like the One month anniversary, the two month anniversary and *GASP* YOU DID BUY THE TWO AND A HALF MONTH ANNIVERSARY CAP DIDN'T YOU!!!!PLEASE TELL ME YOU DID SHEL! "Dude, Yes, Yes I did >_>"Dave: *Wipes Forehead*... Good. "So uh, now we have Let's say caught up... who's the lass you have here?"Dave: Lass? "*Sigh* You Irish,... you know the women, girl, bambina?"Dave: You mean Paul? "Sorry did you say Paula?"Dave: No... I said Paul. Shelton looks at the person again and comes to a startling realisation..."Holy ****, Ah Im sorry Maam. I didn't mean to call you a woman I swear, it was a mistake you know... Ive been couped up inside at my home for a while nursing this injury, ive lost sight of the real world, forgive me?"Paul: You just called me Maam. "F***, seriously aplogies bro, I meant nothing from it, take it how you will, maybe you can think of it as a compliment?"Paul: How on earth is that a compliment?"Uhm, I, eh... Hmmm...zzzz...Dave, help a brother out here?"Dave: Sorry Shel, your on your own. "Traitor"Paul: It's okay, im leaving.. Bye Dave.Dave: Bye. "Bye Paula"Dave: ... "Shit, I mean Paula...
Ah...Bitch!"Dave: It's okay Shel, there's nothing more you could possibly do now to him for him to think any less of you. "I suppose that's a good thing huh. Anyways man, AK got me in too speak to you, what's going on with that thick skull of your's?"Dave:Listen, Shel. It’s great your here in ACW, and I can’t wait till you and I roll the way we used to. Me and you, we’ve got more history together than any other duo I know. But I really, REALLY don’t want to listen to yet another person telling me to forget about this thing between me and Chris. I know what I've got to do, and no one is going to tell me otherwise. "Dude that's not like you, come on, where's the real Dave Shadow. The guy who loves the business, but the man who likes to have a good old laugh at the same time?"Dave:Oh, I'm still up for a laugh. But dude, you know Chris. You know what Phenominal is like. "Oh yeah, Phenominal. Ive seemed to have cross path's with him over the past few weeks, aha."Dave:Well, be glad that crosing paths is all you've done. The son of a bitch attacked me, and then crossed the line when he did the same to Jay. He put us both into the hospital and nearly ended my career. He needs to pay, and I won't rest until he does. "Dude I know he's sadistic and vicsous and all that jazz, but you don't think Ive had this before?"Dave: Yeah, Shel, I know. You nearly had to have your leg amputated because of an assault. That's why, of all the people I know, I thought you might be the one person who could understand what I'm going through. And speaking of, I thought your insurance was in danger if you even looked at a wrestling arena, let alone started to get in tow with a promotion. I know you miss the good old days.... "Yeah man, I do, but right now this is about proving exactly what im made of"Dave: Yeah. I appreciate that. But you've got to make me a promise. You have got to take care of yourself. Hell, given what Chris did to me and Jay, if he thinks I've got another ally.... "Dude, of course ill be careful. But you see this yeah?"Dave:Ah, the whiteboard? "Yeah the whiteboard... and you know what this represent's to me. You know my whiteboard..."Dave: Um....does the sheer blankness represent your past successes metaphorically? "Dude seriously, hopefully I can take care of Chris for a while, and you can focus on becoming your normal self again, and also back on track for that title match."Dave:Well, I appreciate the sentiment Shel. And seriously, I'm glad to have you back. "Well Dude, you better shoot off you've got thing's to do, and Ive got some people and places I wanna go see."Dave: Yeah, cool. Listen, after the show, how bout we go hit the town? I'll show you round. "Sure man, anything."Dave:See ya later Shel. "Cya Man"As Dave walks down the hall looking back at Shelton and waving, that egotistical, arrogant and maniacle smirk that Shelton has always donned on the smug mug of his is apparent. He continues to watch as Dave fades down the hall, before slowly turning the head back around at the whiteboard, as that glazyness comes in his eyes again. He raises his hand and touches the whiteboard before letting out a little chuckle.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 18, 2009 16:40:32 GMT -5
Match 2: Lilith Dormieux vs. The Ringleader
Match will be posted shortly.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 18, 2009 16:40:59 GMT -5
As a howling November gust bellowed outside, the blackness that engulfed the room contained an almost ghostly presence. A hushed shuffle brushed against the silence in the room. A shrill chirp sounded as a quiet hum whirred from the center of the darkness. A small rectangular panel of blinding light shone prominently in the shadows, illuminating the outline of a mysterious figure in gloom. The silhouette sat tranquil in front of the light, facing attentatively at it as it soon darkened and displayed a familiar emblem. A vibrant red dragon clasping a single rose upwards. It remained in view for a few seconds before transforming into a common desktop. The silhouette perched in front of the screen, a laptop, fidgeted nervously. Stifling a breath, they peered to the side for the presence of another, but regular company was absent. Their focus retrained onto the LCD display and their unseen hand motioned the cursor towards the bottom left hand corner and cascaded a silver menu onto the screen. Moving the cursor over to the “Documents” selection, a padded click forced the menu to disappear and soon replaced a large proportion of the screen with a new window, cluttered with various files and folders. The cursor slid slowly and shakily towards a bland folder icon that was titled “Memories.” For a few seconds, the marker only hovered over the icon, consideringly. Then, a single click highlighted the symbol before a double prod of the touchpad commanded the folder to open. The folder was initially reluctant to accede to the instruction, issuing a stern password prompt in order to continue. There was a brief moment before the rapid clicking of fingertips on keys entered a hidden twelve digit code. The user was rewarded with a folder that was loaded with a diverse range of files, ranging from jpeg images to word documents to mpegs. The scroll bar, shorter than the length of the average little finger, descended as it was inclined to search through literally hundreds of different files. Many of the files were titled “Jack”, with random numerical digits following, but the cursor stopped near the end of the folder and lingered over a media file titled “XCL040168”. Another double prod strained the processor as a program grunted into life – it was a visual media program that displayed a blank screen. As the silhouetted figure watched closely, the timer of the video passed by in seconds with no action. As the media player was maximized, it shrouded the room into a near darkness again, concealing the mysterious person in the grip of it’s shadow. Some colour was resurrected into the scene as grainy brown footage began to play on screen. A young boy, perhaps ten years old – skinny with bright blonde hair – frolicked near a coastline. But there was no sand in sight. In it’s stead, plush green grass carpeted a high ridge. It was a blustery day, as evidenced by his innocent blonde locks flowing freely in the wind. He smiled cheekily at the camera. From out of shot, a smaller, more awkward figure emerged. It was a young girl, maybe only three years old. She scampered onto the scene, rushing to be by the side of the boy. He reached out his hand and took hers into it. She beamed happily. The boy turned away from the camera and out to the shore. His spindly arm directed her attention out to the choppy seas and to a faint landscape in the distance. He seemed to be explaining something to her. Excitation clearly rushed through her veins as she bounced with glee and, breaking from the boy’s grip, rushed towards the cliff-edge. She wanted to be closer, she wanted to see that far-away place. The boy lurched forward and grabbed her arm, yanking it towards him. She jerked backwards and into the reach of the boy. He scolded her, with a manner suggestion both fury and fear. She bawled. Not only disappointed by not being able to reach her wish, but being reprimanded by him, of all people, hurt her so much more. The video cut and was replaced by the corporate logo of the media player superimposed over a black screen. The player minimized and fit snugly into the thin taskbar at the bottom of the screen. The cursor scanned the folder, now prevalent on screen again. It located another file nearby, titled: “XChrisHL001”. A double dab of the touchpad restored the media player. A brief black screen was soon adorned with a title: “Chris LaBlanc Vignette of a Linchpin” The proceeding video was highly energetic, showing brief glimpses of Cordelia’s Brother in action throughout his career. The montage exhibited LaBlanc at his presumably best. Managing to pull out some impressive moves for a big guy and inflicting some serious punishment on all of the unfortunate opponents making their cameo appearances in the video, most of whom were depicted as the poor victims of a textbook beatdown. Some of them are seen in their worst moments, tapping out from LaBlanc’s trademark Buffalo Sleeper. The vignette slowed in tempo as it showed LaBlanc stalking an unidentified opponent. He closed in and wrapped his victim in a front facelock. His eyes, full of assurance and arrogance, glare at the camera as he sets up for his Sitout Implant DDT. He prepares to hoist the anonymous receiver upwards… The video is concealed. Not by darkness, but by the sudden flood of light into the room. The previously silhouetted figure jumps, startled by the intrusion of illumination. “Cordy?”The voice boomed into the hushed room. Cordelia, upright and anxious, stood silently as Chris entered the room. He dabbed the sticky sweat with a white towel and his arms bulged red through his black tanktop. His breath was rushed and his heartrate high. Hers was not much lower. “Chris! You frightened me!”He chuckled, slinging the towel onto the floor beside him. “Always were a bit edgy, eh, Sis?”She sighed, calming her poise. She folded her laptop up and slid it across the desk that it sat on. “Where have you been?”She rested on her hips. She seemed to have lost a little bit of weight since her return. “In the gym. You know, the facilities here ain’t too shabby. It’s a pity nobody here knows how to use them properly.”He flexes his muscles, playfully, illiciting laughter from his Sister. “When I have my way, nobody here will be using them at all.”She smirks, malevolently as Chris edges closer to her. “Yeah, it’s a shame. Still, they’ll make a tidy bit of wonga at an auction.”Cordelia rested her posterior against the desk, concealing the laptop from his view. “I don’t care about that. I just want to finish this place off, hopefully eradicating any and all memories of it.”Chris smiles and leans in towards her, planting a kiss on her cheek. “That’s what I love about you, Cordy. You’re very persistent. Anyway, I’m going to take a shower, get ready for my match.”She backs away, pinching her nose and waving her hand. “Phew! You need one. What an odour!”He creeps away with a grin on his face. “Cheeky monkey! Have you heard from Cyda or Jack?”She slumps against the table again with a disappointed frown. “Nope. I was hoping they’d be here tonight. It’s a big night for us. It would have been ideal if they were here.”“Well, you know it’s complicated. Ginger is doing everything he can to nullify your icy grip on him.”He starts to make his way to the door leading to the bathroom. “Still, I’m sure we’ll have enough in us to see off that idiot.”Chris snaps back into the room with a concerned look on his face. “No! I don’t want you going anywhere near that ring.”Her brow furrows as she mopes. She pushes herself away from the desk and aims a bemused look at him. “Listen, babe. I’m a big boy. I can look after myself. Don’t worry about me. Smart won’t be a problem. I’ll be in and out of that ring in no time, you’ll hardly know I had a match.”“But…”“No buts, Cordelia. I mean it. You are not to go to that ring by yourself, ever. Do you understand?”She droops, saddened by his censuring. “Promise me.”She glances up at him with puppy dog eyes and a heavy sigh. “Okay…”He clasps her face and stares deeply into her eyes. He lowers the volume of his voice to a sensitive hush. “Promise me.”She smiles and nods. “I promise.”He maintains eye contact with her, reading her. Satisfied, he pulls away and makes his way back into the bathroom. “Good.”As Chris disappears into the bathroom, Cordelia turns to look at the laptop. She opens it up and the video, still playing, begins to fade on a wide shot of Chris in the ring, celebrating. An omen? She closes the laptop again and turns away, thoughtfully, biting her lip. Fade...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 18, 2009 16:41:33 GMT -5
“AND I RUN. I RUN SO FAR AWAY.” Credit: Run Away, Thunderkiss YOU Wanted the best, you got the best! The hottest wrestler in the world! THUNDERKISS! [Ask and you shall receive! Here he comes in all his glory! For the sake of your attention, let’s just fast forward past the spectacle that is the Thunderkiss entrance and join this promo at the moment Thunderkiss’ fingers caress the ring microphone like a woman’s ass.] Thunderkiss: GENTLEMEN, GENTLEMEN, GENTLEMEN! Did you come here tonight to rock out with your cocks out?!YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHHHHHHHHHHHH! Thunderkiss: Ladies, if you love rock ‘n roll music, show me those big ol’ titties! Come on, don’t be shy, whip ‘em out! [It is now the ladies time to shine and shine they do with their headlights exposed.] Thunderkiss: I can tell that this is an underachieving crowd we have tonight because I certainly see a lot of D’s out there!“Fast” Eddie Edison: Someone get me some beads it’s Mardi Gras! Thunderkiss: Well I gotta be honest, Army. I really didn’t plan to be out here tonight so I am struggling to find words to say. Heck, I am not even on the card to wrestle! I was planning for just a night dictated by the Thunderkiss mantra of -Crowd: SEX, DRUGS & ROCK ‘N ROLL! Thunderkiss: That’s right, when all of a sudden someone tells me that I need to come out here and do a promo for the show. Apparently when my pretty mug gets sent out across the world in high definition ratings go up. Who would have guessed, huh? Anyway, they want me to speak and I’ve got nuthin’ so how about you fine folks help me out tonight?! I was thinking about having one of them nice quaint question and answer sessions. So how about it? If you have questions, I surely have answers![The crowd mimics an elementary classroom and raises their hands in the air to be called upon. Some of them do anything to grab his attention and unlike a teacher, Thunderkiss doesn’t admonish them and instead gives these fans their fifteen minutes of fame.] Thunderkiss: You. You right there in the pink halter top. You look very eager to ask me a question, among other unmentionable things not suitable for our viewing audience. What’s on your mind? Girl Fan: Are certain parts on Chris Phenomenal’s in proportion with the rest of his “tiny man” body? Thunderkiss: Well sister, Thunderkiss is a man who doesn’t drop the soap if you know what I mean so I can’t tell you from first hand experience. However, if the rumors from the ring rats hold true, his love gun sure ain’t a Magnum but rather a nine millimeter! [The crowd gets a good chuckle out of TK’s punch line and so does the big man himself. So much so that he could give Santa a run for his money in the big and jolly department. That’s okay, Saint Nick, you still corner the market on that “bowl full of jelly” thing.] Thunderkiss: NEXT![Off whisks his attention back into the crowd until it stops upon a fan who appears to have stepped out of his memories of the past.] Thunderkiss: You. That’s right, Kiss Army tee shirt circa de 1997 and vintage Exemplar mask, both now a highly priced collectibles items on eBay! Would you like to ask Thunderkiss a question?Boy Fan: Why yes indeed, sir! Thunderkiss: Well alright then, but remember to mind your manners! We are on live TV you know! Not that its mattered before! [Thunderkiss leans over the barricade and places the microphone in front of the fan’s mouth. As he does so, the fan peels away the plastic mask from his skin and reveals his true identity. The sight of this stunning new revelation causes TK to drastically pull his body back in the opposite direction.] Run Away: My question is where is my compensation, good sir?! FWAAAAAAAA-CHAAAAAAAAAA! Thunderkiss *facepalming*: Oh you’ve gotta be kidding me.Run Away: Much like the almighty Dana Carvey, I have briefly taken on the guise of the Master of Disguise! I figured your past history with Mister Matthew "XS3" Irvine would draw attention to me, and more importantly, the pressing issue of my cold hard cash! I will scare you into submission if you do not comply sir! Boooooooooooo...! Thunderkiss: Are you done?Run Away: Never until I receive my money! Thunderkiss: Alright then, let me ask you a question. How much did you pay for that mask?Run Away: Believe it or not, this mask is on loan itself from Mr. Irvine himself! I paid fifty dollars to get it! Oh, he says hello by the way. Thunderkiss: So what you’re telling me is that you spent fifty dollars trying to get twenty-five dollars back?Run Away: Exactly! It is the principal of the matt - Thunderkiss *interrupting*: No the principal of the matter is that you are a dumb ass! Now for the last time I am asking you to drop the matter before I DROP YOU?! CAPICE!? [Run Away responds with a blank look on his face. A few uncomfortable seconds later, he lowers the Exemplar mask and waves his fingers in the air in an attempt to bring a feeling of eeriness to the conversation.] Run Away *as Exemplar*: Thunderkiss, we have much to discuss with these matters. You must fulfill your goal if you are ever to find clarity within your life. This young man has paitently bided his time and you have squandered yours. Even though Matthew is no longer in ACW, I will make sure Run Away ensures his victory against-- Thunderkiss: Ugh! I am not listening to anymore of this nonsense! NONSENSE! If anyone needs me I will be in the back masturbating to some classic Marylin Chambers movies. [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 18, 2009 16:41:55 GMT -5
Worth My While Jack Jefferson / Jonny Hughes There is a mixed reaction from the fans as ‘Cult of Personality’ by Living Colour blasts onto the speakers. Many people really dislike Jonny Hughes, and they let him know as he walks through the curtain. However, there are those in attendance that are enjoying the fact Hughes has been able to get under the skin of Jack Jefferson lately. Hughes doesn’t pay any attention whatsoever to the reaction he receives, storming down the entrance ramp with real purpose and rolling into the ring where he demands to be handed a microphone. Phillip Jones passes him the mic and he wastes no time waiting around until people are ready to hear him, speaking as soon as the mic is raised to his lips.Hughes: I’m not going to do my usual routine of standing here waiting for you to stop your incessant heckling because I have something on my mind...you see I’ve made a discovery. You see, it seems that my dear, dear friend Jack Jefferson can’t take a joke. If you cast your minds back to the Samhain PPV you’ll remember that he failed to defeat Dan White and win the ACW World Heavyweight Title. Being that I know Jack so well I realised this would get him down so I got him a present, a wonderful gift in the form of a replica ACW World Title...which is available at all merchandise stands. But much to my surprise it seems that Jack didn’t take too kindly to my gracious gift and now he’s hacked off with me. It seems he’s made it his mission to take me out, get his hands on me if you will... Well Jack, I’m not going to make this any harder than it needs to be...You see, unlike you seem to believe, I’m not afraid of you. Nor do I “know” that you’re better than me like you keep claiming. So here’s what I’m thinking. We’ve got a Supercard coming up this Saturday, a Supercard which you are yet to name by the way, so here’s what I propose. If you want to get your hands on me so badly, why don’t we do it in this very ring on UNNAMED SUPERCARD #1 on Saturday. Pretty much straight after Hughes has finished talking ‘Paint it Black’ by The Rolling Stones hits the speakers and Jefferson struts out, title sitting on his right shoulder, to a deafening chorus of boos. He smirks, microphone in hand, seemingly enjoying the negative reaction afforded to him by all those in attendance. He hesitates for a few moments to allow the noise to die down slightly before speaking.Jefferson: Ah Jonny, Jonny, Jonny. I really wouldn’t expect you to understand but being World Champion brings with it certain obligations. You see, on Saturday I’m contractually obligated to defend my title. Now, that leaves us one huge problem, while I’d love to put you in your place on Saturday it just isn’t possible. You’re not worthy of a shot at the ACW World Title. Sorry bout that. Hughes: We both know that I’m more than worthy of a shot at that belt. I think that your refusal to face me is down to something else. Fear, you’re afraid that come Sunday morning you’ll be waking up with a light shoulder. Jefferson: Hah! I’d be doing you a huge favour by agreeing to step into the ring with you, you’re not even at my level. As for putting the title on the line? No can do. I refuse to sully the prestige of this great title by defending it against unworthy scum like you. Unless you can make it worth my while there really is no point. Hughes: Worth your while? Surely stepping in the ring with an athlete of my calibre is worthwhile enough. But...if you want me to make things interesting I’m listening. What do you want? Jefferson: I think you know what I want Jonny. But the question is, are you man enough to do it? There is a prolonged silence as Jefferson stares at Hughes who is clearly mulling over a crucial decision. He cautiously raises the mic to his lips before speaking.Hughes: Okay Jack... You get your wish. Saturday night, if I win, I take that nice shiny title off your shoulder and put it on mine instead; but if you win...then I leave ACW and pro wrestling...for good. We both know that’s what you want, so here’s your chance...accept my challenge, if you’re man enough. Jefferson: Oh I’m man enough, not only that but I’m going to destroy you with ease on Saturday night. Then I won’t have you hanging around like a fly, annoying the fuck out of me. You, Jonny Hughes, have got a deal. On Saturday night it’s Jack Jefferson vs. Jonny Hughes : Title vs. Career! I’d get packing now if I were you!! With that Jefferson walks back through the curtain, completely satisfied with himself. In the ring, Hughes looks extremely intense as he stares at the space where Jefferson used to be. Saturday night is definitely going to be one to remember, and this match will have huge implications for both men’s careers. It’s goings to be exciting, and you can feel the buzz making its way around the crowd already.
Fade to Black================================================== Match 3: Chris Leblanc vs. Michael Smart (Credit: TK) ..::ACW::.. CHRIS LEBLANC VS. MICHAEL SMART ..::WARFARE::..
Time limit: 15 minutes Referee: Carter Donovan
-* Tale of the Tape *-
Chris Leblanc Age: 41 Height: 6'6" Weight: 280 Hometown: Dover, Kent, United Kingdom
Michael Smart Age: ? Height: 6'1" Weight: 228 Hometown: Chicago, Illinois “Whole Lotta Love” by Led Zeppelin hits the sound system and out from Diverse Morality comes Chris Leblanc! Leblanc walks without hesitation nor reserve to the ring. Once inside it is all business as he adjusts his ring gear and gets the blood flowing by jogging in place.
“Live to Win” by Paul Stanley starts playing. White and blue lights start flashing in the arena as Michael Smart comes out, wearing a white vest. Close behind him is Daniel Smart. The two make their way to the ring, Michael looking around the crowd at the fans. Daniel stays at ringside as Michael climbs the stairs and steps inside the ring, climbing a turnbuckle and raising his arms up in the air triumphantly. The lights stop flashing as Michael jumps down and starts pacing around the ring.~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: Leblanc and Smart lock it up in the center of the ring and Michael squirms his way out of it with Chris’ arm and puts it into an arm bar. Leblanc does his best to free himself with some wild elbow shots with his free arm but misses on each of them. This allows Smart to lift him up, back and down with a arm bar suplex. The applauds Smart’s technique and get more of it as Smart does not give up an inch in this battle and wraps his arm around Chris’ chin. He cinches the chin lock in tightly and Leblanc fights his way to the ropes and an eventually rope break. Michael obliges but refuses to allow Chris to get onto his feet without a fight. Smart rushes him for another move but Leblanc lowers his shoulder and drives it into Smart’s stomach, keeling him over. This leaves Smart open for a Arm Dragon Screw and Michael Smart lands hard onto his back. Now it is Chris Leblanc’s turn to shine and shine he does with a dropkick right into the rising Smart’s chops. Smart falls back in pain and Leblanc continues the combination by lifting Smart to his feet and sending him back down with a German Suplex. Leblanc pumps his first in jubilation and he continues to mount the offense against the much more methodical Smart during the beginning of this match. MATCH MIDPOINT: If Smart has any chance of winning he must slow Chris Leblanc down and he does just that with a knee to a gut. This turns out to be the perfect counter for an Eastern Stretch and now its time for Smart to take Leblanc to school. He lifts Chris onto his feet and then places his body into his and lowers the boom with a spiked piledriver known as the SMARTDRIVER! Leblanc’s headache only gets bigger as Smart heads to the top rope and leaps off with a MEETING OF THE MINDS! The flying headbutt drives Chris’ body into the mat but smartly Michael does not go for the pin. He knows he must soften his opponent up more and he does so with a kneebar. For the next few minutes this kneebar is followed up by more impact moves such as knee drops, chops and elbows - all to the knee of Chris Leblanc. Just as Michael had hoped, his opponent soon begins limping and he smells blood. He leg whips Chris to his back and puts on a Boston Crab! Chris Leblanc fights for his life to get to the ropes and after two painful minutes his will power wins out. The hold is broken and Smart drags Chris into the center of the ring once again and goes to put it on once more! However, Chris refuses to play along and he counters with a small package. Smart doesn’t see it coming but is able to escape at two point five. MATCH ENDING: In our match’s final moments Michael Smart continues to pinpoint Chris’ knee and pound it into near submission. He lifts Chris up off his feet and then drops his knee across his leg for a rattling knee breaker. Smart then attempts to take this one to the house with a figure four but Chris wiggles free and counters with a big boot that slams directly into Michael’s chest. Smart stumbles back and Chris lifts himself up onto his feet and rocks Smart’s world with a lariat that almost takes his head off. The fans stand and do their best to help Smart to his feet but see their efforts for naught as Chris ducks under Smart’s punch and locks him with a Fisherman’s Suplex. He bridges it for a two count and as both men rise to their feet Smart’s instincts kick in. He drops back down to his knees and chop blocks Leblanc’s knee out! The pain surges through Chris’ body and it is enough for Smart to lock onto one of his legs and go for the SMARTSHOOTER! Chris does everything he can to fight it off but before he knows it his body is twisted up like a pretzel. He does his best to block out the pain but it overcomes and he smacks his hand into the mat several times to ensure that he lives on to fight another day. Sometimes you must chose your career over pride. TAP!
TAP!!
TAP!!! Phillip: And here is your winner, MICHAEL SMART! As the match comes to an end, both men, tired, roll to their backs and recover from this heinous encounter. The battle may have been won, but the war is far from over...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 18, 2009 16:42:23 GMT -5
Michael is still celebrating his victory, Chris laying down on the ground. Michael climbs up a turnbuckle, raising his arms up in the air for the cheering fans. Michael climbs down from the turnbuckle, turning around to see Daniel, who proceeds to raise Michael's right arm up in the air. Chris starts stirring on the ground, a fact that goes unnoticed by the Smarts. As "Live to win" continues playing, a section near the entrance ramp starts booing. Michael turns to look in the direction of the ramp, seeing Cordelia LeBlanc running down the ramp, headed straight for the ring. Michael pushes Daniel away, preparing for Cordelia. Once she slides inside the ring, however, Michael is surprised by a surprise shot from Chris! Staggering back a bit, Cordelia gets in on the action, throwing a fist at Michael as well.
McNally: A two-on-one assault from the LeBlanc siblings? This is just utter disrespect for Smart, attacking him after the match because Chris couldn't beat him on his own!
The siblings manage to get Smart all the way back to the ropes. Cordelia charges at Michael, who manages to drop down, pulling the ropes down with him, sending Cordelia flying outside the ring! Michael gets back up, facing Chris, who tries to throw a punch at him. Michael catches his fist, countering with a punch of his own before grabbing Chris and throwing him over the ropes, almost hitting Cordelia. Daniel cheers his cousin on from the opposite side of the ring. Michael yells at the Leblanc siblings, daring them to get back in the ring. The two start smiling instead. Michael looks on, puzzled, before turning around thanks to Daniel yelling his name. Michael turns around, only to get knocked down by a clothesline from Cyda!
McNally: Cyda's joined the assault as well!
Edison: And he's not the only one!
Edison is right, as Jack Veracious enters the ring as well. Chris and Cordelia decide to re-enter the ring, certain that there will be no more resistance. Michael gets up, only to get grabbed by the giant hands of Jack. Jack gives a huge headbutt to Michael, bringing him down once again. The other three members of Diverse Morality start stomping on the downed corpse of Michael. Daniel looks on, eventually deciding that he's had enough. Slowly and quietly he slides inside the ring, hoping to not get noticed. He stands up, takes a deep breath to get rid of his fear and charging at Jack, hitting him in the back with his elbow. Jack turns around, seemingly unshaken by the hit. Daniel barely has time to understand what's happening before he's knocked down by a huge right hand!
Edison: Ouch, looks like the cavalry wasn't ready to face a giant!
Daniel struggles to get back to his feet, only to be thrown outside the ring courtesy of Jack. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, the rest of Diverse Morality are still ganging up on Michael. Cyda and Cordelia are holding Michael, stopping him from using his arms, while Chris is throwing punches at his face and gut. Chris eventually tires of this, telling Cyda and Cordelia to release Michael. They oblige, allowing Chris to grab Michael, preparing and executing Diverse Morality II (Sitout Implant DDT)!! Chris gets up, a smug grin on his face. The four members of Diverse Morality stand above the unconscious body of Michael Smart, the fans booing the group.
McNally: This is disgusting.
Edison: Well, whatever you think about them, you have to admit that Diverse Morality just sent a message that neither Smart nor the rest of ACW will easily forget.
Diverse Morality stand victorious above the man who swore to defend ACW. The fans continue jeering, clearly unhappy about the treatment Diverse Morality gave to their hero. The four seem to be enjoying the negative reaction, having taken a step towards ending ACW.
OOC: Credit goes to Michael and Cordelia.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 18, 2009 16:43:05 GMT -5
Chris and Dave face to face, cue fisticuffs. Dave Shadow and Chris Phenomenal As we cut backstage once more, we find that Charlotte King has positioned herself in the ACW interview area (A large ACW logo as well as a massive monitor displaying an ACW graphic), mic in hand and ready to go with what will surely be another amazing interview. Indeed, she wastes little time in getting her guest introduced….
King: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time…Chris Phenomenal. Chris steps into the sights of the camera, as out in the arena, the crowd boo loudly. Ignoring the negative reaction, King gets on with her job and starts asking Chris some questions.
King: Chris tonight you are faced with the un-enviable task of taking on Yoko Satoshi in the ring, three days before your match with SheltonSplash. Now her exploits in ACW are that of legend, defeats over the likes of BK London, White Rose, Alicia Kitsune, even your mentor, Senator Steve Phillips. How do you plan to counteract her? Chris Phenomenal: By not letting her get to me. She’s a friggin’ school girl Charlotte. Five foot five, one hundred pounds, there’s nothing too her. If you don’t let her intimidate you, if come into the match with your head on straight you’ve won half the battle. From there it’s purely physical and there is nobody, and I mean nobody in this company who has more talent then me. Midway through the last sentence, the TV monitor on the wall behind Chris changes images, switching from the ACW graphic to a live video feed. As the crowd spot the change, a cheer goes out in the arena. There, with a trademark smile spreading across his face and his ghost white hair, Dave Shadow stands in front of a black background. Chris doesn’t notice Dave appearing though and keeps talking.King: You’ve not had barely any time to plan, prepare for a match of this magnitude. Will we see any effects of that? Chris Phenomenal: Charlotte, we could wrestle right now and it’d not matter. I’m always prepared, always ready to go. Any place, any time, at the drop of a pin I’m ready to throw down. You never know what’s going to happen, when you’re going to get an opportunity. In this business you can ill afford not being prepared.King: Suffice to say, you’re fairly confident entering into this match? Chris Phenomenal: I’m always confident. Throughout my tenure here in ACW I’ve not come across a man who I feel is capable of standing in my way. Now I’m faced with a women and I feel the same way.Now, as Chris talks, Dave makes mocking gestures on the screen, rolling his eyes, indicating how Chris is yapping on, looking at his watch, yawning…anything he can think of to get a laugh out of the crowd. At this stage, Charlotte King has spotted Dave and is trying not to laugh. Chris, however, is still wrapped up in his own little world, continuing his rant.
Chris Phenomenal: Now Yoko, I don’t know what you want with me, why you requested this match but I sure as hell hope that you understand that your streak ends tonight. I sure hope you realize that tonight, you’ve sealed your own destiny and will have no one to blame but yourself.Finally, enough is enough for Dave as he starts shouting over Chris.
Dave: Ok, ok. Chris. I’ve really got to stop you there, cause I’ve been sitting here listening to you rabbit on and, to be honest, we’re all very bored now.Chris starts looking around, searching for Dave. He is obviously ready for a fight, but he calms down when he sees Dave. He folds his arms and looks at the monitor.
Chris Phenomenal: Dave. Why am I not surprised you’ve not had the guts to actually confront me face to face?
Check that, I know. When I brained you, when I took your title, and then took your dignity at Samhain. You know what happens when you mess with me and you‘ve done your best to stay away.Dave tries to laugh it off.
Dave: Yeah, yeah. Good one Chris. You got me. Seriously, dude, we’ve got to move on from that specific match.Chris Phenomenal: But why? It’s so fun to remind you of your shortcomings. I see you moving on and working towards your World title shot, but you know what I also see. You are running away from me. You realised that I was your superior, and you fled as far away from me as was humanly possible.Dave: Tell yourself what you want Chris, but I’m actually talking to you now cause I need to lay down some truth on you. I’m not done with you. Not by a long shot, actually. I will never forget what you did to me, and what you did to Jay. Every time I get a headache, I think of what you did. Every time I walk past the spot in the ACW hallways where you assaulted us, I think of what you did. You are always on my mind Chris. I maybe be moving towards my match for the World championship, but you need to know that sooner or later, I will be back for my revenge.Chris: But you know what, Dave. There is one advantage to how you’ve decided to appear here tonight.Chris reaches down underneath the monitor and starts running his fingers on the underside. Finding his target, he starts pressing a button, holding it in.
Dave: Hey, what are you doing? That tickles! No seriously though, don’t pres…..Dave’s voice gradually gets lower and lower, until Chris finally has lowered the sound on the monitor to zero, muting it. Dave stares at him, eyeballing him up, as Chris turns to Charlotte.
Chris Phenomenal: See? I can shut Dave up outside of the ring whenever I want as well.Chris lets a small, evil grin spread across his face, before walking past King out of shot. She looks after him for a moment, before realising Dave is still on screen. She reaches under the TV and turns the volume back up.
King: Sorry bout that, Dave. Dave: Don’t be. The only person who needs to be sorry is Chris Phenomenal. And he may not be now, but soon…he will be. I mean what I say, King. Others may tell me to move on, but you and I both know that this isn’t over by a long shot.Charlotte folds her arms and nods quietly. Dave looks all serious, before looking left and right, as if trying to see out of the monitor and up the hallway. Finally, he talks again.
Dave: Charlotte?King: Yeah? Dave: I liked when you pressed my buttons.King: …. King turns and walks off screen, leaving Dave alone on the monitor. He looks after her, before starting to shout.
Dave: Charlotte? Come back! I didn’t mean it that way. Ok, I did. But still, at least turn off the screen! CHARLOTTE? Anyone? Hello….Dave continues looking left and right, alone, as the screen fades on the monitor, before the screens at home fade as well.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 18, 2009 16:43:35 GMT -5
Segment: Panther does stuff, you read it, I get calcs, rinse repeat <__< (Credit: The Red Panther)
Our scene is The Red Panthers house. He has a cream carpet, cream walls and a leather sofa. He has his feet up and is today wearing some teams, a white shirt, no shoes and his normal mask, as he has no reason to go to the ACW arena. The show is going on, but Panther has it recorded, as instead he is playing Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare 2. His character is running about while Panther yells down the microphone. The camera swivels to the screen, were Panthers teammate has just called in some supply packages. They land, and as expected Panther shotguns his teammate and steals the crates. A few seconds after the game ends. Panther yells and turns off his 360 via the remote. He switches to ACW, as he now has nothing better to do.
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Panther: What the fuck?
Panther stands up and turns to the camera man, who most likely went all Sam Fisher to get.
Panther: YOU! What do you know about this? Who the hell gave this guy the right to challenge ME and call ME a coward. Hey Boss Man or whatever you are called, min case you didn't know, I left my match because Trent didn't deserve to win. He must have taken steroids, drugged me, used brass knucks or something. I know I didn't deserve to lose, so shut your god damn mouth. Anyway, I will accept this match offer, since drugs tests are coming up, so I know Trent won't be on roids and the ref won't be on meth like this Boss guy. I will take your offer any time, anywhere. How about at the next supercard, Wheeler? Or Boss, whoever makes these decisions.
Panther turns and sits down, a new segment starting on TV. We fade away back to the arena.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 18, 2009 16:43:57 GMT -5
Match 4: First Main Event Champion vs. Champion vs. Champion Jack Jefferson vs. Jonny Spade vs. VorteX (Credit: VorteX)
Jack Jefferson vs. Jonny Spade vs. VorteX (Champion vs. Champion vs. Champion)
It has been an action packed edition of Warfare and as the house lights dim once again, the fans know that the action is nowhere near over.
Phillip: The next match has a 15-minute time limit and is the first part of our feature event…and it is a TRIPLE CHAMPION MATCH!
The crowd roars to life, as this is a type of match one would normally have to pay to see. ACW’s fans are both the best and most fortunate fans around and they show that by filling the arena with noise.
Maxwell McNally: This is going to be some contest, huh Eddie?
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Sure is! What we have tonight is a rather unique matchup if I dare say! The fans are going to get to see a ‘who’s who’ of ACW tonight, by watching all THREE of our champions duke it out!
Maxwell McNally: That’s right! We have two newly crowned champions that are eager to prove that they deserve to keep the belts they have captured, and then we have our Entertainment Champion thrown in!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Vortex truly is a wildcard in this match. You want to know an interesting fact Max?
Maxwell McNally: And that would be?
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Vortex has actually beaten BOTH of these men in his ACW career. In the common fans mind he has only beaten Spade, however if you go back all the way to April of 2007, you will see that Vortex holds a win over our world champion as well!
Maxwell McNally: That’s one hell of a memory you have there!
The men are interrupted as “Out of the Ashes” hits and Vortex appears at the top of the ramp, ready for competition.
Phillip: Introducing first...the man who hails from Death Valley, California...weighing in at 200 pounds....He is your reigning Entertainment Champion...VORTEX!!! “Fast” Eddie Edison: There’s the man now! I would say Vortex has a lot to prove here, he not only has to put on an entertaining show, he has to prove to the other two that he can beat them again!
Vortex smirks as he makes his way down to the ring, fans cheering all around him. If there is one thing on Vortex’s mind (other than his alter ego) it’s winning this match. Vortex rolls into the ring, and faces the entrance still holding his title.
Maxwell McNally: Could we be going for a ‘bling off’ here? Vortex hasn’t passed his belt off yet!
Phillip: Next, hailing from Toronto, Ontario Canada...weighing in at 255 pounds...he is your current International Champion...JONNY SPAADE!
“Won’t Back Down” blares through the speakers as Jonny Spade makes his presence known. The fans are more than happy to see him and he smacks a few hands on his way down to the ring, confident as ever. Jonny has made it known in the past few weeks that he is truly a competitor to watch, and as he slides in the ring he shows Vortex his Intercontinental Title to further enforce this. Vortex simply raises his own gold in response to show that title ‘status’ means little in this business.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: These two are mentally going at it! Spade is trying to show Vortex that he is more important, and Vortex is having none of it! I cannot wait to see this match!
Phillip: Finally, hailing from Manchester, United Kingdom, weighing in at 219 pounds...he is your current World Champion...JACK...JEFFERSON!!
Both the commentators and the fans will not have to wait much longer as “Paint it Black” by the rolling stones comes crashing through the speakers and Jefferson appears holding his World Title. The fans respond by booing the hell out of him and Jefferson responds back by flipping them off and taunting them with his title.
Maxwell McNally: The fans hate this guy! They have every right to though, I mean look at the disrespect! This is our World Champion here, and he’s flipping the fans off! What if someone new to ACW is tuning in at this very moment? What would they think?
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Settle down, Beavis.
Jefferson takes in all the boos he can get and ascends the steps to the ring. Before he steps in he makes it known that he’s carrying some hefty gold and puts it right in the face of the two men in the ring. Both men look at each other for a moment, and then they two raise their titles. The crowd goes off like a bomb and RAF steps in the midst of this trying to convince the men to relinquish the gold so the match can get underway.
Maxwell McNally: It’s like the sun in there! The power could go out and we would still be able to have a match, that’s how damn shiny those things are!
RAF finally succeeds in wrestling the gold away from the men, one man at a time. A few moments pass and each men makes his way into the ring, discarding the appropriate gear before turning to face his opponent. The lights come back up and the three men begin circling one another, eager to get this contest going.
*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*
Maxwell McNally: And here we go!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 18, 2009 16:44:29 GMT -5
The three men stare each other down for a few seconds before Vortex offers Spade a hand. Spade shows a little respect by giving Vortex a quick shake before backing up while keeping his eyes on both Vortex and Jefferson. Vortex extends the same hand to Jefferson, however knowing what is going to happen, he is able to duck the punch that comes flying his way. Vortex smirks and Jefferson becomes enraged and charges. Vortex again evades a punch, however Jefferson does not as Spade blindsides him.
Vortex looks at Spade, Spade looks at Vortex, and the two men decide to form a temporary alliance against the World Champion. Vortex picks Jefferson up and whips him into the ropes and Spade runs forward and hits a clothesline on Jefferson, sending him down to the mat hard. The crowd pops and Vortex bends down to pick up Jefferson once again, however Jefferson scores a blow from the mat. Vortex reels backwards and Jefferson evades a stomp from Spade while rolling to his feet.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Pretty simple stuff thus far, but these men are just testing the waters so to speak!
The three men get to a vertical base once more, however Jefferson wastes little time before he starts laying into Vortex with some knife edge chops. Vortex returns the favor and begins throwing out some chops of his own, before Spade gets himself involved. All three men are throwing chops at one another while the crowd shouts “WOO!” after each one.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: A flurry of chops! These men are fighting for dominance right now Max, and the crowd is loving it!
The chop war ends with a dropkick from Vortex to Spade, which sends the man into the ropes and ends their alliance. Spade comes bouncing off the ropes and looks to connect with another clothesline, however Jefferson evades with a leapfrog.
Spade bounces off one side of the ropes, Jefferson rebounds off the opposite ropes, and the two men look to collide head on. Before that can happen, Vortex kips up off of the mat and gets in between the men. As the two men near one another, Vortex throws his body weight backwards and sends Jefferson into Spade, and heads collide.
Maxwell McNally: What a display of agility by Vortex!
The crowd pops once more as all three men are on the mat. They don’t stay that way for long as Vortex is the first to rise to his feet and he picks up Spade. Spade having both the height and weight advantage on Vortex, resists being pulled to his feet, elbows Vortex in the gut and uses his size to power Vortex off of his feet and into the air.
Spade hits a pendulum backbreaker on Vortex sending him crashing to the mat. Spade hardly has time to rest however as Jefferson is off the mat once more. Jefferson takes a running start and hits spade with a low baseball slide, sending Spade to one knee. Jefferson gets up once again and hits Spade with a stunning enziguri, causing the crowd to litter the ring with boos.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: A bit of a combo there from Jefferson! Despite being a little on the hefty side for his height, Jefferson just showed that he is not lacking in the speed department!
Spade hits the mat and Vortex rises from it. Vortex and Jefferson lock up, and the two men vie for position. Jefferson uses his weight advantage and hits Vortex a few times to stun him before hitting him with a jump swinging DDT. Vortex crashes to the mat and Jefferson rises to his feet once again, posing over the downed men, causing the crowd to boo even louder.
Maxwell McNally: Shouldn’t he be pinning here Eddie? He has few fans in attendance tonight, so showboating will get him nowhere.
McNally’s words ring true as Spade rises off the mat as Jefferson has his back turned yelling at some fan or another in the crowd. Spade wastes little time and hits Jefferson with a Killswitch, causing the crowd to switch from booing to cheering in an instant. Spade covers.
1….2..kickout!
Such a move will not down the World Champion, and Jefferson kicks out. Spade looks a little frustrated and brings Jefferson to a standing base, however he has lost sight of the third man in the match. Spade hoists Jefferson up and sends him down to the mat with a powerbomb before turning to see where Vortex went and receiving 200 pounds of corkscrew to the face. The crowd comes to life and Vortex pins.
1…2…kickout!
Maxwell McNally: That one sure stunned Spade, but not enough to seal the win. In these types of matches, you really have to keep track of BOTH of your opponents Eddie!
As the match hits the five-minute mark, the men are starting to feel the fatigue. Jefferson rises to his feet a little slowly before picking Vortex up and hitting him with a release German suplex. Before Jefferson can pin, Vortex wisely rolls out of the ring to catch his breath.
Jefferson turns around and meets Spade’s fist and then Spade whips Jefferson into the corner. Spade hits Jefferson a few times to stun him and then lifts him up so he is sitting on the turnbuckle facing the post. The crowd fills the arena with noise as Spade steps out of the ring, ascends the turnbuckle himself, grabs Jefferson by the head, and flips backwards into the ring shaking it violently.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: AVALANCHE SHIRANUI! This could be it Max!
Spade gets off the mat and goes for the pin.
1…2…
RAF never gets to three as Vortex makes himself known once again by vaulting over the top rope and knocking Spade off Jefferson. It’s Jefferson’s turn to roll out of the ring as Vortex uses his momentum to get to his feet and deliver a swift roundhouse to the rising Spade. Spade halts for a second and Vortex runs forward and takes Spade down with a Leaping Jujigatame Takedown. Vortex locks the armbar in and RAF drops to one knee to see if Spade wants to submit.
Jefferson is still down on the outside recovering from Spades power move from the top rope, and Spade begins to fight his way towards the ropes. Vortex does all he can to lock in the move, however Spade is just too big. Spade uses up quite a bit of energy, however he manages to get a hand on the ropes and after a count of 4, Vortex releases his hold.
Vortex rises to his feet and watches as Spade gets to one knee. Vortex charges, however he sees Jefferson making his way into the ring out of the corner of his eye and redirects his course towards Jefferson. Vortex flies through the air looking for a Blackout Dropkick, however Jefferson sidesteps and Vortex becomes tangled in the ropes, smacking his head off the apron. The crowd groans loudly, and Jefferson makes his way into the ring.
Maxwell McNally: Good lord! The man already acts loopy enough, and then THAT happens! His brains have to be scrambled Eddie!
By this time Spade is back to his feet, and hits Jefferson as he is entering the ring, pulls him in the ring, and then hits him with the standing side slam he calls the momentum shifter. Jefferson goes down and Spade pulls Vortex to him, then pins.
1…2….kickout!
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