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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 2, 2009 16:39:01 GMT -5
Wednesday Night Warfare 2nd December 2009
Schedule of Matches:
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Run Away Vs. Criminal
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Draven Rook Vs. Michael Smart
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Cordelia Vs. Jonny Spade
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ACW Entertainment Championship VorteX vs. Trent Wheeler
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Main Event Dave Shadow vs. Thunderkiss
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 2, 2009 16:40:52 GMT -5
We could spend hours discussing the intricacies of an ACW introduction; the pyro, the credits sequence, the sheer number of colours you can get lycra tights in these days... but frankly, that would be dull. So instead, let’s cut straight to the chase, to the nub of the issue, and to our World Champion...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 2, 2009 16:41:15 GMT -5
You’re Welcome, ACW Jack Jefferson The lights dim in the ACW Arena and discontent rips through the crowd like wildfire as “Paint it Black”by The Rolling Stones plays over the speakers. A single spotlight shines down on the curtain and Jack Jefferson struts out, ACW World Heavyweight Title resting on his shoulder, wearing a finely cut suit and a huge smirk. He waits for a few seconds in the spotlight, sneering down on those in attendance. The jeering from the crowd grows to a deafening level as the lights come back up and Jefferson begins his strut down to the ring. As he reaches the ring he walks up the steel steps and climbs through the ropes. He is passed a microphone and wastes no time in running his notoriously big mouth.Jefferson: That’s right, I’m still champion! The crowd boos, bringing a sly smirk to Jefferson’s face as he laps up their disdain.Jefferson: Obviously every single one of you saw what happened last week where I successfully defended my title against Jonny Hughes. You’ll also, no doubt, be aware that last week’s match was Jonny’s last in ACW because he was foolish enough to put his career on the line in a match against me. All I have to say on the matter is...you’re welcome, ACW! The smug grin plastered on Jefferson’s face is sickening as the booing rises to unprecedented levels and the fans begin to chant “Fuck you Jefferson!”Jefferson: Fuck me? Are you people completely fucking retarded? You don’t seem to realise that I’ve done you all a favour. No longer will you have to put up with Jonny Hughes’ boring rants or see his so-called fantastic matches. In fact I did Hughes a favour last week too! I took him to the next level and gave him his best ever match. He did what many don’t manage. He went out on a high, he’s undoubtedly happy about that. You should show me some gratitude ACW, for months now I’ve been separating the wheat from the chaff in terms of the ACW roster. Firstly, LyCoS. He’s been nowhere to be found since I dropped him head-first onto a steel chair at Omega Effect. Thanks to me you no longer have to endure seeing that brain-dead oaf in matches. ACW! You are welcome! Another waste of space that I’ve dealt with for you all...Mr. Red! Since I embarrassed him on the first ever edition of Wednesday Night Warfare have any of you heard about Mr. Red? No, that’s because he’s finally learnt that he doesn’t belong in ACW. He can’t hang with the best in this business and so, finally, he’s fucked off. ACW! You are welcome! Finally, the third of my vanquished foes but definitely my proudest. They say that the cream always rise to the top, I am myself the perfect example of this, but sometimes that cream goes sour and this is exactly what happened in Dan White. Dan was a blight on this organisation for five years and yet somehow he managed to rise to the top of this company, even winning the biggest prize in this industry and bringing the legacy of the ACW World Title into disrepute. So, being the great man I am I stepped in. I promptly defeated Dan and got the title away from him, proving that his holding it was nothing more than a fluke in the first place. Now, Dan has vanished off the face of the planet. Once again ACW! You...are...welcome! Jefferson smirks and holds his arms aloft, title in his left hand, and closes his eyes as if he’s basking in the glory of a full house cheering him on. In reality the boos are deafening, although there is an eruption shortly after Jefferson finishes speaking. That isn’t for his benefit though. No, the pop is the reaction to “Voodoo Child”by Rogue Traders hitting the speakers and none other than #1 Contender Dave Shadow walking out onto the stage. Jefferson head snaps around, a snarling expression on his face as he glares up at his long-term foe. Dave waits for the adulation to quiet down slightly before speaking.Dave: You know, Jack, I could have sworn the whole "One day, you'll thank me" spiel was my gimmick, not yours. This whole monolouge about eliminating people from ACW, about cutting out the fatty pieces....I swear to God, I've heard it before when I talk myself.
But hey, we can't deny you've not been doing a "good" job. Well, I say "good". Good for you. You've, as you said, taken out Red, Hughes and White. But here's the thing, Jack. You can't get over confident. You can't get over cocky. Cause if you do, you're going to fall hard from that little petistal you've placed yourself on as of late.
Jack, you are one of the vilest rats I have ever had the displeasure of being involved with, and really, our match can not come soon enough. It's time that someone taught you an invaluable lesson. Don't run your mouth if you can't back it up. Cause you have been doing a whole lot of talking as of late, Jack. But now it's time for me to kick your ass and show you just how wrong you are.Jack stands, glaring at Dave. Dave, however, is well into his own little rant, and isn't going to stop now. Dave: You enjoy the misery of others, and it would be hypocritical of me to run you down for that. You're entitled to it. But just know that when you make challanges, when you win championships like the one over your shoulder, then you need to know that there will always be people gunning for it. Red. Hughes. White. They may have fallen. But there is a long line of guys back stage willing to move forward and take their place.
I am willing to take their place. And at Winter's Discontent, I'm willing to take YOUR place. And your title. I know how much stress and pressure you must feel being the World Champion. So allow me to tell you that I will be more than happy to relieve you of that pressure. And when I do, you'll thank me. Maybe not straight away. Few ever think of the long term gain when there's a short term loss. But know that one day, when you do thank me, I'll be waiting. And I'll be more than welcome to say....."You're welcome, Jack."The hatred is now plain on Jefferson face, which has turned an odd shade of deep red, as he snarls like an at Shadow and visibly shakes with rage. Shadow, in complete contrast shoots Jefferson a cheeky smile as we...
Fade to BlackOOC: Credit also goes to Dave Shadow
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 2, 2009 16:42:34 GMT -5
Segment: oh hai sorry guise (Credit: Run Away)
“United We Stand” hits and the fans know who's coming out! It's Run Away, ACW's resident psycho / janitor / popcorn seller. He comes out tugging his beard and tagging hands before entering the ring. After more beardtuggery, Run Away takes a mic and exclaims proudly:
Run Away: GREEEEEEEEEEEEEETINGS!
The fans respond with cheers.
Run Away: So as you can tell, I have had quite the topsy-turvy career in ACW! Yes, it's true that I have been on quite a losing streak for a while, most recently being beaten by Thunderkiss himself at Last Orders... However, I have received my twenty five dollars! And it has been put to good use... Just last week, I bought my wonderful woman Lacey a pair of earrings that she loved! Truly, the money was put to good use. Thank you once again, Mr. Thunderkiss!
Now if you don't mind, I would like to shock and astound you all... and be semi-serious for a moment.
Many gasps and shocks! Is Run Away feeling fine? Maybe he has that flu everyone talks about!
Run Away: You see, many people do not know where I come from, what I grew up with and whom I represent. Allow me to tell you. All my life, I grew up in Boston. While it may seem cliché to come out and tell you that my dad left me when I was born and everything else you have come to expect from all of the rebellious figures in the company, the truth is I was born into a wonderful life with two parents and a brother who loved me as much as I loved them. As I grew up, I fell in love with wrestling and wanted to be like one of the greats! I watched ACW when it first appeared on the airwaves and have been fascinated ever since! Alicia Kitsune, Latino, BK London and Senator have all inspired me to come here!
And now, after years of training and hard work, I am here! I have come to grace you all with my ring presence... or not, haha! What I believe in is having a fun time while trying to cement myself as a legitimate contender for any championship. Granted, legitimacy and Run Away never go good in a sentence but I speak of only the truth! And there is something else I want you all to know... Come closer...
Run Away motions for the camera man to come closer.
Run Away: Closer...
Closer...
...you people are one of the reasons I am here! Yes, it's true! As long as I can make you people laugh or smile, I am doing my job just fine! And my job will hopefully continue on in ACW over the weeks, over the months, possibly over the years! And whenever there is a dark cloud over your heads, take solace in knowing that RUN AWAY IS HERE FOR YOU! FWAAAAAAAA-CHAAAAAAA!
Run Away soon sets the mic down and holds up his arms to the fans who respond with cheering. As soon as he exits the ring, he makes a beeline for the barricade, hopping it. Run Away finds himself in a sea of fans, going around high-fiving everyone he can. Run Away soon turns to the camera and gives a psychotic yet “happy to be here” grin.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 2, 2009 16:44:01 GMT -5
Yeay! A Contract Signing! These are always fun.... by Dave Shadow & Jack Jefferson As we come back from the commercial break, we find that Gingerdude is standing in the middle of the ring. Beneath his feet, a red carpet has been laid, and a table and two chairs stand in front of him. Indeed, the ring has been formally set up for something big; the camera above the ring zooms down slowly to show a contract sits on the table, a pen beside it, ready for a signing. Gingerdude: Ladies and gentlemen, in just a few weeks, ACW will present the Winter’s Discontent pay per view. This show will be headlined by the World Heavyweight champion, Jack Jefferson....The crowd boo the name of the champion, showing their hatred of him.
Gingerdude: ....and he will face the winner of the 2009 Emperor of the Ring tournament, as per the agreed upon prize.....Dave Shadow.A snarl spreads over the face of Gingerdude but that feeling of hatred is not evident in the crowd. They change from booing to cheering at the name of Shadow.
Gingerdude: Let us not waste any time. Allow me to then introduce the champion....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. Not that he’s one to let something like the hatred of thousands upon thousands of people get to him. He simply readjusts the World Championship Title that he holds over his shoulder and grins at it. Jack walks down the ramp and climbs in to the ring, shaking hands with Gingerdude in the process. As the music dies down, Gingerdude puts the microphone back up to his mouth, and the snarl returns.
Gingerdude: And his opponent....
HERE COME THE DRUMS! HERE COMES THE DRUMS! As the guitar rift of “Voodoo Child”by Rogue Traders hits the speakers, the fans jump to their feet and start cheering loudly. In the ring, Jefferson takes a seat, looking up towards the entrance way, trying to remain as cool as possible. Dave Shadow bursts through the curtains with a big smile on his face. He makes his way down the ramp quickly, slapping some hands on the way.
Dave clambers up onto the ring apron and stands, looking at Jack for a few moments. Jack simply smiles back as the two men look at each other. Dave climbs through the ropes and makes his way over to the table, picking up a microphone in the process. As the music dies down, Dave starts talking.
Dave: Gingerdude. I’d advise you probably get out of the ring now.Gingerdude: Huh? Why?Dave: Let’s face it. Contract signings rarely go well. In fact, and as clichéd as this may sound, these things usually follow a set pattern. Bitch, moan, shit talk. Sign contract. Brawl ensues. Isn’t that right Jack? Jack simply nods, laughing quietly. Gingerdude looks at the two in concern.
Dave: So let’s save ourselves the bother, shall we? You should get out of the way and I....Dave grabs the pen and signs the contract, making his involvement in the Winter’s Discontent match official The crowd cheer. Dave puts down the pen again and slides the contract to Jack.
Dave: .....I have now signed. So, once Jack gives this the old autograph, we can get this party started. Jack grabs the pen and signs the contract. Gingerdude looks back and forth, as Jack puts the contract back down and stands up. He places the title on the table in front of him, as Dave and Jack step forward, reaching over the table, their faces now only mere inches apart.
Jack puts his hand out to Gingerdude for the microphone. The boss reluctantly hands it over.Jefferson: Dave, I didn’t think you were one for clichés. You want this to degenerate into a pointless brawl, then fine. You can flip the table, I’ll lunge at you, we can roll round the floor and yeah, we’ll do all level of damage to each other. But then, you and I have never really had to fall to that plain of clichés, have we? So allow me to propose something different. You’ve got a match with Thunderkiss tonight. So save yourself for that. And we....well. We can wait and fight come Winter’s Discontent. Dave: Wow, Jack. That’s almost poetic. But it’s not really like you. I know you, and you like a good fight. What gives?Jefferson: I’ll tell you what gives, Dave. How many times have we fought each other? It’s well into the double digits. And yet, here we are once more, and we still don’t really have a clear cut answer to which of us is the better man. So, I want us to both go in to our title match at 100%. I want us to both go in all guns blazing, and yeah, one of us will go down and lose. But it will be in a blaze of glory. Dave: Ok, I get you Jack. I don’t like you, but I can appreciate where you’re coming from. You want us to go in at 100, you want us ready to throw quite literally everything we’ve got at each other. That’s cool. Fine. So what? We just walk away at that?Jefferson: Yeah. Bit of an anticlimax, I know. Dave: Yeah. Let’s face it. When people read “contract signing”on ACW.com, I’m sure everyone thought we’d be engaging in some mass fight.Jefferson: Well you know what happens when one assumes.... Dave: Yeah, you are an ass all right...Jack: ..... Dave: Fine. Well, the contract is signed. So I guess all that’s left to say is...see you at Winter’s Discontent.Dave and Jack stand looking at each other for a few moments, an awkward silence passing between them. The crowd are also silence, waiting for something more interesting to happen than two guys just sign a sheet of paper. After a few seconds though, Dave nods and turns, heading towards the ropes. It would appear as if that is it for this contract signing!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 2, 2009 16:44:39 GMT -5
As Dave reaches the ropes though, a voice echoes out of the sound system; the voice of Senator fills the arena."Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost pride and sincerity that I present this recording, as a living testiment and recollection of history in the making during our generation." With that, the voice of Chris Phenomenal jumps in.Allow me to re-introduce myself. My name is HOV! Dave and Jack look up the ramp, as it would appear as if they are to be joined by the man who one could say completes the triangle, the man who neither has been able to pin or submit - Chris Phenomenal! He steps through the curtains, microphone in hand ready to go.Chris Phenomenal: Cut the shit monkeys!Dave Shadow and Jack Jefferson look up the ramp at Chris smiling down on them. Chris Phenomenal: I’d ask ya’ll to bear with me for just a moment as I think a trip down memory lane is necessary here.
I joined Alpha Championship wrestling at Ragnarok this past year after a few months off after the collapse of my old wrestling company, Extreme Championship Federation. I lost my first match in the company to a man who I beat three weeks later at my first pay per view, Bloody Valentine. From there, aside from one blip against Thunder Train I went undefeated for almost three months, during which time I beat Jack Jefferson and then the next week, I beat both of these men winning the Entertainment Championship.
From there our paths didn’t cross until after Omega Effect where I took on Jack Jefferson, defending my Entertainment Championship. Despite the best efforts of his brother BJ, I managed to walk out of that match victorious…and as you all know by now, later that evening I nearly killed Dave Shadow. Later that month I faced Jack Jefferson one on one and again, beat him after knocking him senseless with a Superman Punch. Sure Jack managed to get a victory in a match I was a part off, beating Rattlesnake too earn the number one contender ship for the ACW International Title but truth be told, I let him, I wasn’t interested in the title at that point in time, more so was I at ending the career of Rattlesnake, something I was able to do at Heatwave.
After Heatwave, Dave Shadow and Jack Jefferson managed to make it all the way to the Emperor of the Ring finals but that goes without controversy. You see Senator Steve Phillips has already admitted to fixing that match, something he feels deeply sorry about, but without his interference, Dave Shadow would have never won that match, would never have become Emperor of the Ring. And while some might say that wouldn’t guarantee my victory against Jack Jefferson, my record against him in singles competition surely speaks for itself that I would have managed to walk out the victor.
After Emperor of the Ring it was also revealed that I was the one who attacked Dave Shadow and being the genius I am, managed to finagle my way into an International Title Match and as things seem to always go I managed to pin Dave Shadow and take the International Title that he had defended so valiantly, even in a match against, you guessed it, Jack Jefferson. At Samhain, yes Dave Shadow managed to “get”a victory over me, but again, I came out the true winner, having beat him with a steel chair again and retaining my International Title.
Yet somehow, as I stand here looking down on the ring, it’s the two men who I’ve beaten every step in the way fighting over the biggest prize in this industry and I’m stuck looking on the outside looking in and I want to remedy that.
So what I want to do is make this a triple threat match at Winters Discontent. I figure you two really have nothing to lose and everything to gain, you both are head strong, proud sons of bitches so you finally get a chance to beat the man who‘s stopped you every step of the way. We all win, it makes too much sense. The camera cuts back to Dave and Jack who look at each other.Jefferson: Wow, is he always like this? Dave: The history lesson? Oh, believe me, we're getting the truncated version tonight. Still gotta admire the balls on this guy, thinking he can just waltz into the World Title match.Jefferson: Haha, yeah. Chris. We can appreciate how gutsy you are, coming out here and "demanding" a title shot when, quite frankly, you don't have a leg to stand on. Dave: Wow. Looks like we're in agrement for once. Yeah, Chris. Listen. I know I've still got some unfinished business between us, and please believe me when I say that I am not forgetting about that. But at the request of AK, my brother, Shelton and just about every other person out there, I'm trying to focus on this match. Let me remind you something. You lost in the Emperor of the Ring tournament. I won. That means I get to be one of the contestants.Jefferson: Yeah. And I'm the champion. So I've really got to be in the match. Dave: But you Chris. You don't have any claim other than some cock-and-bull history lesson. And indeed, for the reasons you listed, we're not really obliged to help you out in your own quest for a career boost.Jefferson: Dave's right. You want us to give you a world title match? Not going to happen. Dave: Sorry Chris. You want me to kick your ass, I'm willing to do it any time. But this match is between me and Jefferson. So bugger off.Chris Phenomenal: To be honest with you both, I expected this to happen. You both are cowards, knowing you can’t beat me inside the ring so I came prepared. I’m not prepared to take no for an answer, I DESERVE a chance to make it to the top. I’ve beaten both of you countless times and somehow you’ve weaselled your way to the top before me and I won’t stand for that.With that Chris reaches into the pocket of his hoody and pulls out a contract and holds it up in the air, the camera panning in on it.Chris Phenomenal: What I have is the contract of Senator Steve Phillips. You see in his contract it states that should he lose any title belt while employed with Alpha Championship Wrestling he can at any time during a period of twelve months elect for a rematch of the title regardless of the holder at that time, provided he gives the champion or champions at least seventy two hours notice. Furthermore, it states that should he be unable to compete he is allowed to either, appoint a designate in his place to represent him, or transfer the contract to any person. Now I could wait until Omega Effect and cash it then but I figure why not end this with a bang, so gentleman, I’ll see you at Winters Discontent.With that Public Service Announcement begins to play as Chris Phenomenal heads to the back. Shadow and Jefferson remain in the ring, staring back from the ring to each other, neither looking particularly impressed with what they have just learned. It would now appear as if come Winter's Discontent, the duo have another man to worry about.
At Winter's Discontent, it will now be a triple threat for the World Title!(Credit also to Chris Phenominal obv.)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 2, 2009 16:45:50 GMT -5
“HEAR MY WORDS AND TAKE HEED” Credit: Thunderkiss Thunderkiss: Well, if there was ever a name I figured I would ever be saying again this would surely be the one. But then again, some people said the same of me so go figure. Anyway, JON TAYLOR, you got my attention. However, before I address Captain Boredom, I must first speak candidly to the man responsible for his return, our beloved Chairman, Johnathon Gingerdude. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Thunderkiss: You and me both. Now Gingersnap, bringing in a guy like Taylor proves my point that you put your own ambitions above that of the entire fed. Everyone knows that Jon Taylor is bad news. The guy is a cancer in the locker room and there is no amount of radiation that will keep him from spreading. Your desperation to drive me out of your life will ultimately destroy your greatest creation, just as it destroyed your relationship with your only daughter. Good thing the people have a champion. Crowd *chanting*: THUN-DER-KISS! THUN-DER-KISS! THUN-DER-KISS! THUN-DER-KISS! THUN-DER-KISS! Thunderkiss: And as their champion, I will do all I can to preserve that which may be owned by you in the court of the law, but owned by many more in the court of public opinion. Go ahead, Ginger. Bring in Jon Taylor. Hell, bring in Adrian Flamingo, Starkweather or even Hunter for all I care. I will play with your new toys, break them and return them to you nicely gift-wrapped and tied with a bow. Thunderkiss: Jon Taylor, I have paid dearly for the many sins I’ve made in my life but SLA was not one of them. Just like I told Run Away or anyone else the fed’s closing effected, it was not my fault nor the fault of my wife. There is only one man responsible for closing our promotion and his name is Senator Steve Phillips. If you have any resentment for your opportunity lost, take it upon yourself to talk to him and not me. But who are we kidding? You won’t listen to the voice of reason and will continue to be the thorn in my side until I simply pluck you away. Consider the Goodnight Kiss a good pair of tweezers, Taylor. Thunderkiss: I’ve bested you once before and surely will again. You may pride yourself as being “Mr. Wrestling,” “The Ultimate Competitor” and a “Wrestling Machine,” but if take a step back from your own hype and look at my history you’ll see that I’ve made a living destroying people like you. In the end you’ll be just another name added to my long list of victories against men who believe arm bars and ankle locks can beat a great solid haymaker. [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 2, 2009 16:46:14 GMT -5
Match 1: Run Away Vs. Criminal (Credit: Trent Wheeler) Run Away Vs. Criminal The match started out with Run Away getting the upper hand on Criminal, overpowering him and wearing him down with clotheslines and shoulder blocks. Criminal attempts to turn the tide with a top rope move but falls into a tree of woe and is hit with a Motor Driven Puppy Stabber, which allows Run Away to keep the advantage. Run Away continues the punishment with a choke toss, following up with repeated elbow drops. Run Away gets Criminal up for the Blue Eskimo (airplane spin into samoan drop) but Criminal reverses it into a DDT. Criminal takes the advantage. He gets Run Away up and hits some forearm smashes. Run Away fights back and irish whips Criminal to the ropes, but all he gets for his troubles is a diving cross body. Run Away slides to the outside, which gives Criminal the chance to hit a cartwheel plancha. Run Away was able to move out of the way and has gotta back in the ring. Criminal is able to get back in by a count of 6. Run Away gets him up and hits a One Point Five. He gets a near fall off it. Run Away gets him up for the Running Amok, but Criminal counters it into a hurricanrrana. He gets up and ascends the top rope. Run Away hurries and climbs the ropes with him. Criminal catches him and delivers a Frankensteiner to the outside! Neither man is able to answer the count out. This match is a draw!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 2, 2009 16:46:56 GMT -5
Segment: Where oh where have you been? (Credit: Jonny Spade) A lone cameraman is standing in the parking lot of the infamous ACW arena focusing on the garage door to see who the next superstar is going to be coming in through the door. Luckily the man doesn’t have to wait to long because before he knew it, a shy 2009 Ford Mustang comes roaring through the door and finds a parking spot to park the pony. With the car turned off the driver and passenger door. The camera man gets into position to capture the arrival of these people and does so with precision, because he witnesses seeing Damien King and the International Champion Jonny Spade in all their glory. Not far behind them is the man that wants the inside scoop to all of ACW’s juiciest stories, Kevin Anderson.Kevin: Jonny! Jonny! Damien: *sighs* What..do you want? Kevin: I wanna know what everybody wants to know. Damien: And what is that? Kevin: Where have you guys been?!?! For the past two weeks you haven’t been on ACW television..So what gives? Damien: Listen Kev, Jonny doesn’t have time to --- Jonny: No Damien it’s ok I will answer it. I am sure my fans want to know. Jonny adjusts the title belt on his shoulder before going on. Jonny: You see Kevin; since winning the International Title belt I decided to take on a new approach on defending it. Instead of defending it to only those in the ring, I went to the people out there! Jonny points outside the arena. Kevin: You defended the belt against the people in unsanctioned matches? Jonny: No silly, those people would never be able to beat me for it. I mean I went on a special personal tour to the people for the people and preached to them why I should hold the title of “International Champion” rather than just holding the belt and being named International Champion. Kevin: OOOOOoooo ok I see now. Jonny: Good. Kevin: So where did you go? Jonny: Where DIDN’T I go would be a better question. Kevin: Okay…so where didn’t you go? Jonny: Nowhere. I went all over this great planet of ours preaching the good name of Jonny Spade Damien: …*cough* and Damien King*cough* Jonny Spade: …to the masses and you would be surprised as to how many followers I had achieved. Kevin: So you went to Antarctica too? Jonny: Of course, we broadcast for the penguins there. Got’ta have the penguin vote. Kevin: Even to the North Pole? Jonny: Especially the North Pole. I gotta be on Santa’s good list or else I won’t be getting any presents for Christmas. Kevin and Damien: ? Damien: …uh…anyways this interview is done. Jonny needs to go get ready for his match tonight. Jonny: Oh..who am I facing? Damien: I don’t know some brawd I think. Jonny: Rena? Damien: No a different one. Torak’s old lady if I recall correctly. Jonny: ooooo alright....she wrestles now? And as fast as they came in they are quick to leave the parking lot and into the main building of the arena. Kevin is just as confused as the fans are watching as they are not used to seeing this chirpy new Jonny Spade.
End Scene.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 2, 2009 16:49:01 GMT -5
Darkness and Mystery [/color] Credit: VorteX / ??[/center] The scene opens up to reveal a wet, dark parking lot. The temperatures outside are cold, and the rain creates a slight mist as it splatters off the warm pavement. The shot is shaky, as the camera it is being shot with is obviously handheld, and one can hear a bit of labored breathing if they listen closely. Suddenly the eerie silence is broken by the screech of rubber on wet pavement, and the view rocks awkwardly as the cameraman jumps backward.
The car halts directly in front of the cameraman and sits there for a moment, it is a red corvette with deeply tinted windows. The view shakes once more as the cameraman fumbles for the zoom button to get a closer look at who may be in the car, and as he zooms in the car door flies open and a man steps out.
As it is raining, the lens becomes wet and it is impossible to ascertain whom exactly this man is, although a blurry image of him grabbing bags out of his car can be seen. The man finishes taking things out of his car, locks it, and walks towards the cameraman. As the man passes those viewing the video can see that it is Criminal, who pays no attention to the videographer. As Criminal enters the ACW arena, the cameraman follows, the view shaking grotesquely as the man runs across the wet pavement, slipping a few times before entering the building himself.
The camera swings back and forth a few times, the operator obviously looking to see which way Criminal went. After a few moments of labor, the operator finds Criminal, and notices that he has stopped and is gazing a little farther down the dimly lit corridor. The camera operator finds a spot to steady himself as Criminal calls out to some unknown person out of view.Criminal: VORTEX! A few seconds pass and then Vortex walks into the shot, casting a shadow on the corridor wall that adds to the mysterious nature of this conversation. The look Vortex has on his face is not one of warm greeting, and neither are the words that come out of his mouth.Vortex: What in the hell do you want?Criminal: I sense a little bit of hostility coming from you. Vortex opts not to reply, and the cameraman decides to zoom in so that the two men fill the frame, surrounded by dim lighting and a plethora of shadows from various objects.Criminal: Look, I’m not here to make things difficult between the two of us. You might be the Entertainment Champion, but I did just as I said I would do a few weeks ago. Vortex: Please tell me this is not about you beating random Fallout trainees and lower-mid carders. The frame shakes a bit as Criminal suddenly—and loudly—interrupts Vortex and causes the already fidgety camera operator to fidget even more. Criminal: I'm not here to make fun of you anymore. I called you over to me to inform you that I did watch your match like I said I would. Vortex: As did many other people…your point? Criminal: My point is that you are a very talented superstar, but still an underdog like me. Vortex: Not this crap again…you are really trying to draw a comparison between us? Criminal: You act like you’re SO great. Vortex glances down and the frame follows him as those viewing can now see that Vortex is holding his entertainment championship belt, which he raises to show Criminal.Vortex: See this? This automatically disqualifies me from the ‘underdog club’. Criminal: You may be the champion, but you still didn’t win that match. Vortex: I wasn’t pinned either. So technically, I never lost. Criminal: Alright, I will admit that you didn't do too bad. The camera operator begins to breathe louder into the microphone, then realizes what he is doing and quiets down once more, shaking the frame again. Nevertheless ‘Shaky’ the auto-steady impaired cameraman zooms in to the men’s faces once more, and a confused look can be seen on Vortex’s face, as if he is pondering the sudden change in Criminal’s attitude. Criminal: Now what I really think is that the two of us could help each other become even better superstars than what we already are. You have major potential... As the words come out of Criminal’s mouth, the already dim lights in the corridor begin to flicker. The cameraman swings the camera around nervously, causing pops from the microphone hitting his lapel. The frame swings from the conversing men to the doorway and a few people mill about. Suddenly a loud boom is heard as if a transformer has blown and the entire scene is cast into darkness.
Shaky screams softly into the microphone and commotion is heard. At first the commotion sounds much like what ‘normal’ noise would sound like when people are trying to restore power to a building however, shouting is soon heard. An all out brawl in the dark is occurring and the camera operator trips over something causing even more crashing and heavy breathing from the man.
The brawl suddenly quiets and someone screams ‘got it!’ into the darkness as the corridor power comes back on. The camera shot is facing the ceiling and the world starts to flip in a multitude of directions as the cameraman attempts to right himself after tripping over what is now revealed as a rolling chair. As the cameraman mumbles to himself he swings the camera back around to where Criminal and Vortex were standing. Criminal is on the ground, looking to be nearly unconscious and Vortex is backed into one of the corners, holding a chair and bleeding slightly from the temple.
Vortex throws the chair violently in Criminals direction, obviously pissed off about being involved in the altercation that had transpired. The rattling of the metal chair rouses Criminal, who gets to one knee and looks menacingly in Vortex’s direction. Shaky zooms in once again as Criminal lets out a bellowing yell that…rocks the camera shot.Criminal: WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM!!! Vortex: My problem? What the HELL was that? Criminal: I can’t believe this…the lights go out and you jump me. Vortex: Cut the shit, I want to know what is going on…and fast. Criminal: I should have known better than to trust you. You’re just like the people I came here to get away from. Vortex: And what kind of people would that be? Criminal: Those fake gang members that thought it would be funny to jump me from behind. One can hear ‘what?’ be muttered softly by the cameraman as Criminal begins to smirk. By the look on Criminal’s face, the mystery surrounding the altercation was surely going to become even more mysterious. Vortex: Why are you smiling? Why would I care if you were jumped? It is one thing if YOU get your ass beat, but involving me is a completely different matter. Criminal: Yes, you are completely right. I did get my ass beat bad. It was way more than one person and they used everything they could get their hands on. Shaky the cameraman backs up a little, as the view pans out a bit. Tension between the men is obviously evident as Vortex begins laughing at Criminal. Vortex mutters some incomprehensible Latin and shakes his head, causing Criminal to become incensed. Criminal: What the fuck you laughing at? Vortex: Whatever they did to you is going to pale severely in comparison to what pain I am about to inflict…Criminal: You didn't let me finish. I got my revenge. Me and my guys rolled up to these hoe's houses and shot that bitch up. Criminal is my street name, and you will soon enough learn why! Shaky backs up even further and apparently reaches a wall, as the camera stops panning out and the shot starts to tremble. Vortex lets out a loud laugh, and picks the chair he had thrown off the floor.Vortex: I am in no mood for flight, nor fantasy. I will give you one more chance to tell me what really happened before I beat YOU like a bitch. Criminal: Hold on a second! I swear I am NOT lying. Those bastards ran away just like these superstars should start doing when they see coming to the ring. I am going to find out who did this to me, and i am sure it will be before your match tonight. Vortex, I think you are going to be the one to see firsthand how I am going to accomplish this. Criminal rises up off the floor, still grinning. Criminal begins to back away slowly, and Vortex has a look of murder in his eyes. Shaky coughs loudly, presumably from holding his breath for too long and the camera shot shakes once again as Vortex spins around. Vortex grabs himself by the lapel and pushes himself backward, having some sort of conversation with himself.
The cameraman tries to get the hell out of dodge, however before he can move far he is spun around and the camera is yanked from his grip. Vortex spins the camera around towards himself, creating a very gonzo view of his facial features. Heavy, borderline maniacal, breathing is heard as Vortex starts to speak directly into the camera lens.Vortex: Criminal…I know you are watching. Now watch, as this man becomes a very portrait of your future. Vortex throws the camera to the floor and begins beating the cameraman with the steel chair. The camera is pointed at a slight upward angle, and only the lower part of the cameraman is visible. Screams and the sound of steel meeting various body parts can be heard, before the cameraman falls into view, splattering the cracked lens with blood. As the scene flows red, it also fades to black.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 2, 2009 16:49:59 GMT -5
Match 2: Draven Rook Vs. Michael Smart (Credit: TJ)
The match begins with the two men feeling each other out, Smart going for the right leg of Rook. Rook shakes Smart of a few times before throwing a few punches. The two men tie up and begin to fight for leverage. With a kick to the gut, Rook gains the advantage and picks Smart up for a Scoop Slam. Rook then begins to stomp on Smart’s torso, taking the breath away from him. Rook then picks him up and begins to pull him to the corner where he begins to unleash punch after punch into Smart’s chest. The ref pulls Rook away from Smart. Rook then runs to the corner and hits a clothesline, sending Smart to the canvas. Rook pulls him away and begins to work on Smart’s ankle. After a few moments of working on Smart’s ankle, Rook gets up and talks to Smart, telling him the demon inside of him must be released for his salvation. Smart takes this time to pop Rook in the mouth. As Rook staggers back, Smart gets up and throws another punch before hitting Rook with a good ol’ vertical suplex. Smart sits Rook up so he can begin to work on the neck of his opponent. With his opponent’s head forcefully moved on its side, Smart begins to hit Rook with elbows to his neck. After this he moves to a sleeper hold. All seems lost for Rook as he’s neck is beat red from the beating, but he doesn’t give up as he fights out of the sleeper hold and punches Smart before hitting a Belly to Belly. With both men down, the ref begins his count. He gets to 7 as both men get up. Smart charges Rook with a clothesline, but Rook ducks it and hits a DDT. He signals the Repentance by motioning a cross over Smart’s body. As Rook grabs Smart’s ankle, Smart turns over and tosses Rook off of his leg. He gets up and hits a quick Smartdriver on Rook, he climbs to the top rope and jumps for a Meeting of the Minds, but Rook rolls out of the way and Smart crashes and hits the mat. Rook, still feeling the Smartdriver makes the same motion and grabs Smart’s ankle again, this time locking in the Repentance. Smart makes his way to the ropes after being locked in it for quite some time. As Rook is arguing with the ref about Smart tapping before he grabbed the rope, Smart limped to his feet. Rook, noticing this, moves towards Smart who musters enough strength to hit the Pain Equation for the win.
WINNER: Michael Smart
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 2, 2009 16:50:17 GMT -5
OTA Segment: The Prelude, Part 2 (Credit: Senator)
*Approximately three hours before the show*
As the scene opens, Senator Steve Phillips is seen in his office, with ACW trainer "Textbook" Tim Dwight standing in front of his desk, while Anthony Kalb and Kevin Fitsharris are playing a game on the Senator's plasma television.
Kalb: Yeah, how'd you like that face full of Plexiglas, Kev?
Fitsharris: You lame glitcher, I obviously connected first! You lagged through my shield!
Kalb: Convince yourself that's the case, I'm the true king of the riot shields!
The Senator: Keep it down, will you? So, as I was saying, there are clearly superior methods to set up the Filibuster, but nobody ever picked up on them, perhaps it was my prior judo experience, combined with my tactical approach. Nobody today even comes close, even the best current technicians lack the initiative, they are too concerned with breaking the opponent down, and not enough with seizing the moment.
Dwight: I can't fully agree with that, but really, if you still think you can...
Senator: Do not get me wrong! I am not saying that I would want to return to action, I am far too busy with Washington, and with my current projects backstage here...and that is ignoring my extensive injuries, which would make such a return rather foolish.
Dwight: All those wars, I hate to say that I told you so, especially with such an issue, but I did, I warned you they'd end your career early.
Senator: Nonsense, I would have retired earlier if I had avoided the challenges, if I had cowered like a commoner.
Before Dwight can speak again, the phone rings on the Senator's desk, and he absentmindedly answers it.
Senator: Hello, who might I be speaking to?
No answer...
Senator: If this is a telemarketer, I promise I will do my best to decimate your industry, if this is a prank, I give you my word that you shall regret your...
??: This is Brad Kestler.
Phillips turns slightly red at the sound of the voice at the other end, and he puts the phone back down on his desk.
Senator: My apologies, but if you would all make yourselves scarce for a few minutes, it would be greatly appreciated.
Dwight: Sure thing, come on, Kevin, Anthony, you wanted to see that new video equipment, let's go check it out, and I'll see you later, Steve.
Senator: Indeed.
The three bystanders exit out the door, leaving Phillips alone as he picks the phone back up.
Kestler: I hope this line is secure for your sake.
Senator: What do you want this time? A month or so ago, you send me a subpoena that was supposedly from the Committee on Foreign and Domestic Operations, but it had no date or location on it. All it said was that I was to appear when summoned.
Kestler: This is when you are being summoned.
Senator: You, sir, have quite the robotic way of delivering a message. Now, can I please get some substantial information?
Kestler: You will meet Angelina Thomas in Washington D.C. at the corner of 5th and Jefferson Avenue in five days.
Senator: I feel that I am having half a conversation here, you simpleton! What time? And what will happen when I meet her? Do we just stand in the street and exchange pleasantries? Do we have a blasted cup of tea? Are you setting me up with a date, or giving me a government order? And if you dare, if you DARE threaten me again with "you know what," I have half a mind to track you down, and I am quite capable of inflicting injury and suffering!
Kestler: In five days, at noon, you will meet Angelina Thomas, and she will give you further information. That is all.
*Click*
Senator: Of all the...
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 2, 2009 16:50:39 GMT -5
Segment: Lazy Sunday (Wake up in the late afternoon) (Written by The Red Panther)
THE FOLLOWING SEGMENT TOOK PLACE ON THE SUNDAY BEFORE THE AIRING OF TODAYS PROGRAM
Our scene is The Red Panthers house, which we have seen before. The apartment is furnished with a white cream carpet, and white leather sofas. About twelve people are in the room, along with quite a few empty bottles of beer and vodka. It is around mid-day, and it is quite obvious the people were celebrating The Red Panthers win over Trent Wheeler, or simply tolerated Panther to get some free booze/rob the bastard. After a few seconds The Red Panther walks into the room, holding his head with one hand and his mail in the other. He pushes a passed out man off his sofa and sits down. Slowly Panther opens the envelopes, looking through there contents.
Panther: Bill, bill, hate mail, bill, you're my child's father, civil suit, ooooh tickets to the premier of "The early life of Gingerdude", I can use them to settle the civil suit.
Panther tosses most of the envelopes across the room like ninja stars and puts a few next to him, but eventually stops on one.
Panther: The next Warfare card! Took Gingerdude a while. What else does he have to do, calculate the costs of Thunderkiss' steroids.
Red laughs at his own joke, but his laughter is cut short after reading the card.
Panther: What the hell? I don't get on the card, and that asshole Wheeler gets a title shot? I made him tap out last Wednesday, but because he "technically" won a different match he gets a title shot? This is why ACW is so fucked up. I beat Jonny Spade and then a few weeks later he wins the International title, why did he get a title shot at the International title when I can't even get one for the Entertainment title? This is an injustice, and I'm sure that others agree.
Panther turns to the camera, because he invited the camera man to the party or something I don't know pick a reason.
Panther: Trent, you know you shouldn't have got the title shot, so why did you accept it? Oh yeah, you know you wouldn't be able to get the belt off me if I got a hold of it, so you have to get to VorteX first. Well I see your game plan, but all it means is that it will taste even better when I beat you and Ryan Stark again. Speaking of which, thanks for helping me win Ryan, I didn't need it, but you being unable to even cheat properly made my win that much easier. Now I'm hungover and need to lay down, but remember that this isn't over Trent.
Panther puts the letters down and leaves the room, holding his head.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 2, 2009 16:51:19 GMT -5
Match 3: Cordelia Vs. Jonny Spade
On paper, this match looks a little one-sided; Cordelia is fast building a fierce reputation, but tonight she is matched against a vastly more experienced opponent. Such technical matters, however, mean little when Cordelia has the formidable backing of her entourage, and she has both Cyda and Jack in her corner as the match commences.
Spade is cautious, and makes sure to keep the centre ground; this leads to a stand-off at first, but Cordelia is no coward, and if her opponent won’t come to her then she is more than happy to take matters into her own hands. She lands several powerful blows, then Jonny retaliates with a swinging lariat which knocks her down; Spade goes for a quick pin, but gets an eye rake for his trouble, and Cordelia is the first to her feet. She lashes out with a swift kick and then delivers her swinging neckbreaker, showing off her impressive strength. She pins and gets a two count, tossing insults at Jonny as they separate and rise.
The majority of the match is a stop-start affair; Jonny looks to score one or two decisive hits, making his power count, but Cordelia dodges many attacks and proves surprisingly resilient to those which Jonny does land. The crowd cheers him on and he pulls out his S-Drop #1, which nearly nets a three; instead he gets a hard slap as Cordelia pushes him away, and the referee faces a barrage of complaints and threats from Cordelia’s supporting cast. Her confidence rising all the time, Cordelia ues a drop toe hold to disrupt her foe’s momentum and then tries to apply her Khair ed-Din (Muta Lock); Jonny though is too wily to be caught thus, and is able to break free of her grip without too much bother.
The strikes keep coming, and the match just gets angrier in tone; tiring of his resistance, Cordelia starts driving Jonny back toward where her own band is waiting, and Jonny realises that the win means little to Cordelia as long as she can do plenty of damage, and possibly take one of ACW’s major players out of commission. Unwilling to play this role, Jonny gambles; he summons all his strength and charges, launching into a spear which drives the pair of them back across the ring. With the fans roaring, Jonny leaps up and nails Cordelia with the Silver Spade at warp speed; the ref is close by and makes the count 1,2,3-
With expert timing, Jonny bails out just before Cyda is able to get a hand to him, and he laughs as Cordelia explodes up off of the mat, utterly livid. He backs away, and he and the crowd taunt the so-called “destroyers” of ACW; this night is not to be theirs.
But one can only guess what the repercussions will be, for Spade and others, as the show cuts to a break....
Winner: Jonny Spade
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 2, 2009 16:52:12 GMT -5
Well? By Dave Shadow & Jack Jefferson As we cut backstage once more, we find that Dave Shadow has positioned himself outside the office of the chairman of ACW. With his arms folded, and one leg leaning up against the wall, Dave is obviously trying to look like he’s calm and cool. However it is his eyes which give him away. With every noise that echoes up the halls, his eyes dart back and forth, nervously keeping an eye out for something or someone.
After a few moments, the door to Gingerdude’s office opens up, and Jack Jefferson emerges from the room. Dave pushes away from the wall slowly, as Jefferson slowly closes the door behind him.
Dave: Well?Jefferson looks both ways before sighing and folding his arms.Jefferson: He says that it’s official. Senator’s contract allowed him to pass on his title rematch clause if he should so wish. Gingerdude thought it would never actually be evoked, so never really mentioned it. Dave: So he really has weaselled his way into our match then?Jefferson: Yeah. At Winter’s Discontent, it will be a triple threat match. You. Me. Chris Phenomenal. Out in the arena, the crowd boo this confirmation. They don’t like Chris, and they certainly don’t like him sneaking in to a match as big as this one. Dave sighs and moves towards the wall, leaning his forehead against it. Another moment of silence passes between the two men, before Dave leaps back and starts springing up and down, showing a new level of excitement.
Dave: AWESOME! So now I can get two birds with one stone. I can knock you out and take your title, and I can get my revenge on that little twerp as well. Win win. Right?Jefferson: Yeah. Right. It’s exactly what I wanted. Dave: Listen, I know that we don’t exactly see eye to eye....Jefferson: See eye to eye? That’s the biggest understatement I’ve ever heard! Dave: Ok! I know we don’t lik....well, we hat.....Ok we despise each other. But I need you to make me one single promise right here, right now.Jefferson: I’m listening. Dave: No matter what happens, no matter which of us walks out with that world heavyweight championship, we make sure that Chris Phenomenal walks out with the same as he walked in with. Absolutely nothing. I cannot bear to even think of what an insufferable bastard he’d become if he managed to take that title away from me...Jefferson: From me, you mean. It is still my title and I do plan on retaining it. Dave: Yeah, sure. Whatever. You. Me. Me. Me. But not Chris. Even if it means the unthinkable happens and we actually work together, albeit very briefly, we get his ass out of the picture and then we do this like it should have been. One on one. Best man wins. We settle this history between us once and for all.Jefferson: Yeah. Fine, I can get behind that. We eliminate Chris and then we focus on each other. Deal. Jack puts his hand out and Dave looks at it for a few moments. He grins and looks Jack in the face before putting his hand out and shaking on it. They hold the handshake for a good amount of time.
Dave: Though as I said earlier. I am walking out with that World title belt.Jefferson: Keep telling yourself that Dave. Keep telling yourself that. The two men continue to shake hands, squeezing as hard as they can, as we cut to the next segment....
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