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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2009 16:43:10 GMT -5
Wednesday Night Warfare 16th December 2009
Schedule of Matches: -------------------------------
Trace Birmingham vs. Gary
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Trent Wheeler vs. Michael Smart
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Dave Shadow vs. TBA
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Main Event The Red Panther vs. Criminal
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2009 16:44:07 GMT -5
Opening Segment: A Brief Announcement From The Offices of Senator Steve Phillips Credit: Chris Phenomenal
The scene opens to the smiling face of Chris Phenomenal sitting in front of a desk, the nameplate on it reading Senator Steve Phillips. Chris looks down and then up at the camera, obviously reading from a prepared statement.
Chris Phenomenal: Ladies and Gentleman, while it has always been my goal to win each and every match in the ring, this level of perfection is un-attainable. Just last week I suffered what was a humiliating loss to The Red Panther. This week I am not on the scheduled card, but after much political posturing I have been able to secure a match for this evening. Tonight in this very ring you will see me in a Handicap Gauntlet Match against Dave Shadow and a partner of his choosing. The winner of this match will in turn go on to face Jack Jefferson and a partner and his choosing. This match however will not interfere with our already scheduled match with Dave Shadow facing a former world champion.
Now if you will excuse me, the Sentorial Stable and I have greater things to worry about, we would however at this time like to wish you and yours a merry Christmas, and we sincerely hope you will enjoy today’s show.
With that we cut sharply to ringside with Maxwell McNally and Eddie Edison who go over last week’s show, and the ACW opening video begins to play.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2009 16:45:12 GMT -5
Segment: WHO NEEDS SEGMENT TITLES (Credit: Freeman)
After some generic intro italics, Charlotte King ends up interviewing Greg and his client, Trace Birmingham!
Trace: Man, I am so happy to start my career here as an ACW WRESTLERRRRR!!!!!!
He randomly yells this last part and raises his arm into the air, obviously expecting to hear some thunderous cheers from the crowd, but instead…he hears silence. Mostly because the crowd has no idea who the heck this guy is.
Trace: Er….
He turns to Greg.
Trace: Where…where…where’s all the cheers and stuff?
Greg: Well, Trace, perhaps you just have to win them over. Why don’t you tell them about yourself, tell them---
Trace: No, man, you know what I needed? Aw of course, I get it now. You know what I needed? I needed one of those cool little video things.
Greg: What?
Trace: Yeah, you know! One of those things…He’s Coming. It would say. T hen there’d be clips of me training or something, you know, or running up stairs in an empty football stadium. All that Rocky stuff. And then there’d be this dramatic music…Or…it’d be like a cryptic one. “17. 53. QBZ. DOI@*HF.” CAN YOU CRACK THE CODE? It would say. Or it Could be one of those rad ones like THAT! And then I hint that I’m somebody from ACW’s past so everybody cares more, and then I can hint at a date I’m going to return and there’d be all these colors and messages and people on message boards EVERYWHERE would be trying to solve it and by the time the show comes EVERYBODY already knows who it is, and then they all cheer for me!
Greg: …
Trace: Come on, Greg, you’re supposed to be like this awesome manager, you should have thought of that! God! Now what…
Charlotte: Er, Trace, you---
Trace: Hey, that’s MR. BIRMINGHAM to you, okay?!
Charlotte: Er…Mr. Birmingham, I---
Trace: Nah, that’s okay. You can call me Trace.
Charlotte: …
Trace: …
Greg rolls his eyes, and Charlotte pauses for a second, before continuing.
Charlotte: Well, Trace, tonight you have your debut match against Gary, and---
Trace: Whoa, I DO?!!
Charlotte: Yes, did you not see the card?
Trace: I…there…where’s the card again?
Charlotte: Don’t you know?
Trace: Er…don’t I…of…of COURSE I do! Ha. I thought you were talking about the card! You know…like…a card…you know like a Christmas card. Of COURSE I know where the match card is, what do you think I am…an IDIOT? It’s right over…
He squints his eyes thinking, as he is about to point, his finger turning in several different directions…
Trace: It’s…er…right over…OH, man, I just remembered I forgot to say something, we’ll have to talk about this CARD later. Basically you are looking at Trace Birmingham, the MOST amazing ACW wrestler in the whole world. Universe even…or…galaxy. Hold on…what’s bigger the universe or the galaxy?
Charlotte: Er…I think it’s the universe.
Trace: I always forget this one…anyways look, it doesn’t even matter. I have just one thing to say. Everybody in ACW, beware, because Trace Birmingham is going to take the company BY STORM. Okay, maybe two things. To the ACW Champion, Mr. Jack Jefferson, know that MY EYE is on YOU! Okay, okay, three things. Chairman Ginger, I will MAKE YOU PROUD for signing me. And also, one more thing---
Charlotte rolls her eyes. What’s with this guy? She’s had about enough of this.
Charlotte: You know, actually that’s all the time we have…so…uh…yeah.
Charlotte walks away, leaving Greg with Trace
Trace: Man, that went well!
Greg: Sure, Trace…sure.
Trace: Okay…now…er…oh yeah! My entrance!
Greg: What?
Trace: DID YOU NOT PLAN MY EXTRAVAGANICAL ENTRANCE?! Aw come on, EVERYONE needs one…
Greg: I figured that we should FIRST worry about---
Trace: DUUUUDE, don’t you get it? This is important…okay…I’m gonna need like…explosion things…and like…rain effects…and like…a really really cool video…and ooh…how hard do you think it is to get a helicopter in here…
Greg: …Why don’t we just stick to a theme song, Trace?
Trace: OOH YEAH. Good…er…here!
Trace takes out his ipod.
Trace: Put it on shuffle, and pick like…the first one! AND THAT WILL BE MY NEW AWESOME THEME SONG.
Greg: How do you even…work this….oh…I…Miley Cyrus’s “The Climb?”
Trace quickly grabs his ipod away.
Trace: HOW’D THAT GET THERE?! Er…I…um….that’s not…whatever! I DON’T NEED AN ENTRANCE
Trace storms off, hastily putting his ipod back in his pocket. Greg facepalms…something he’s been doing a lot lately, and merely walks off. He’s barely angry anymore…he almost just doesn’t care. He knows Trace is in for a big surprise once he steps in the ring.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2009 16:45:48 GMT -5
An old buddy Credit:Criminal A man is seen wandering around the ACW island. Confused, lost, and running out of patience in finding who he is looking for. Criminal walks around the corner and notices the man with the all access pass talking to a security guard. Criminal rubs his eyes and looks again. A huge smile comes across the face of Criminal as he continues to walk into the direction of the man, and the security guard. The man looks down towards the ground as if his hopes have been lost.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] He's with me. The man looks up reconizing the voice.The man: Criminal, is that you? [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Who else do you think it would be man? Acid, my good friend, how the hell have you been? Acid: Just got out of jail and heard that you grew up and got a real job out here in... Well, the middle of nowhere. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Yea, after my last court case for Aggravated assault, and battery, I thought it was time I got paid for things i go to jail for instead of paying for it. Acid: Well, aren't you going to show me around? [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I guess i can spare a little bit of time with ya for now. Later though i have a match with this guy they call the Red Panther. Acid: You get paid to fight animals. Isn't that considered animal cruelty or something like that. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Man, you have a lot to learn in the wrestling business. Have you not been watching this on the television. Acid: I was on lock down in the joint man! No tv, No music, and worst of all only 1 hour a day in the yard for exercise. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I had that once, when I caught my murder case. Once i got released I felt just like O.J. Acid: Orange Juice? [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Are you serious? O.J. Simpson, the drugs must have really messed with your brain functions. Acid: Well, maybe you should have stopped selling them to me for such a cheap price. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Your my guy, and I needed a way to make some sort of money. Acid: So where are we? Criminal stops and looks around. He then realizes where they are, and shakes his head in a little mist of disappointment.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Well they call this the seedier area of ACW. I don't really understand what that means, but i do know that some weird creep lives around here. Acid: We can take him. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Acid, this isn't like it is back home. You can't just shoot the first person you see in the wrong colors, or well just because. This guy isn't really that bad, just...well...odd at times. He always seems to make the weirdest appearances, in the dumbest of places. Acid: Who is he? [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: His name, Chris Phenominal, one of the better superstars here on the ACW island. I have only had one run in with the man, and well, he is that of a strange sort. I would prefer to not have a run in with him again so lets get out of here. Criminal then leads Acid away from the Seedier Area, and he starts to bring him down towards the basment of the ACW arena. As they walk down the stairs Acid thinks it is the right time for him to light up a blunt.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Be careful with that down here. I have not been down here on my own yet, so this is a part that you are exploring with me. Acid: You knew I was coming so you waited. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Far from... after stumbling across Chris' home, I was kinda worried to see what mental patients they keep chained up down here. Acid: Criminal, what is that? OVER THERE!!! [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: I'm not too sure. Criminal and Acid then begin to walk to the corner of the basement.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]:Just a stack of boxes. He shrugs.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: You know, I heard this rumour the other day, about there being some sort of booby trap under the arena. Not here in the basement , in some caves or whatever. TNT or something. Acid: ~coughs from the blunt~ No way. We should cause some damage, find out if it’s true. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Man this is my place of employment. If we destroy it I'm back to selling you cocaine, and other illegal substances. Acid: You still do that. How else do you think that I got the weed for the blunt? [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Don't be saying that on camera dip shit. Are you trying to get me caught up. Acid: Oh shit, I forgot that cameras just follow you around almost everywhere. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: They even have security cameras set up in spots that regular cameras can't get to. We need to head to my locker room bro, I have a match to get ready for in a few. Criminal and Acid start to walk up the stairs as the camera fades out to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2009 16:49:12 GMT -5
Segment: Still hate segment Titles (Credit: Freeman)
The camera fades in to show Gary, doing whatever NPC’s do in their spare time. But suddenly footsteps are heard, and out of nowhere Trace Birmingham’s voice comes yelling into the scene.
Trace: HEY, YOU!
Gary looks up slowly.
Trace: Yeah, YOU!
Gary: Er…what?
Trace: YOU are the UNLUCKY one who has to face ME tonight…so yes…I know, you’re probably scared right now, but look, man…I’ll make ya look good in there. Okay? So don’t get TOO worried, alright? Make it down to the match, and I won’t rough you up THAT much.
Gary: Er…who are you?
Trace: WHO AM I?! Huh…you HEAR that Greg? WHO AM I?!?!?! I’m TRACE…BIRMINGHAM! Okay? And I’m the greatest most awesome wrestler in the whole wide galaxy, which is BIGGER than the universe. I know that. I’m smart too.
Gary: Er…ok.
Gary seems more confused than anything.
Trace: YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT IT’S OK! WHEN YOU STEP INTO THE RING THIS NIGHT YOU STEP INTO THE RING WITH YOUR…WORST….NIGHTMARE! HA!
Trace walks down the hallway confidently. He is obviously enjoying this pro wrestler feeling, and is going all out with it, though this confidence may be a bit unfounded, since he has never actually wrestled before. Greg hangs behind and then grabs Gary.
Greg: How much do you get paid?
Gary: What?
Greg: Not a lot right? Well, I have money. A lot of it. You can have some if you go into that ring and take the fall.
Gary: Wait…what?
It’s not often Gary is asked to lose on purpose…
Greg: Just go out there and let him win, and that’s all you have to do. We have a deal?
Gary looks ready to accept, but suddenly the prospect of a win seems enticing to him. He stops. Maybe he can actually win a match!
Gary: A….I could…win! I could---
Greg: Maybe you need to see what’s at stake here.
Greg opens a checkbook and writes a check, but the camera can’t see exactly what it says. When Gary does however, his eyes widen.
Greg: Just go out there and lie down for him. That’s all you need to do.
Gary: Deal.
And he’s out of there, as Greg sighs in relief. If Trace was to lose to Gary, then GREG would be a laughingstock. If he had to have Trace is a client, he had better make sure he looks good.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2009 16:49:30 GMT -5
Match 1: Trace Birmingham vs. Gary (Credit: Freeman)
The two stare each other down. Trace ready to impress in his debut, walks up to Gary and instantly begins trash talking, alternating between some apparently insulting words, and posing to the crowd…to little reaction. This seems to frustrate Trace, who begins to take it out on Gary, getting angrier and angrier. Eventually Trace slaps Gary across the face, yelling at him. Gary looks ready to attack, but he doesn’t…knowing that he is getting a hefty sum for making Trace look good here, and so as a result, he clenches his fists and bears it, coming forward hoping to actually wrestle him. Trace however, has gotten confident now, and he gets a cocky grin before slapping Gary once more across the face. Gary is unable to take it, and he unleashes with a shove to Trace that seems to send Trace flying across the ring!
Trace hits the ground hard, looking up stunned, as does Gary…and the crowd as well. Gary looks down at his hands, seeming shocked that he could get such a powerful blow out of them, although it probably was much more the weakness of Trace then the power of Gary. Nevertheless, Gary begins to get confident, and the crowd begins to cheer as it is such a nice turn of events to see Gary actually dishing out the punishment. Gary looks around in shock, is this what the wrestlers feel like as the crowd cheers their offense? Gary smiles, and puts his arms in the air, and then as Trace gets up slowly, Gary comes forward towards him. Trace puts his arms up in the corner, attempting to block Gary, but Gary comes forward with a vengeance. He puts his feet on the middle rope, and stands giving Trace a wrestling standard, the 10 punches from the corner! The crowd begins to chant along with Gary’s shots. 1…2…3….4…5….6….7…8…9…and as Gary winds up for the 10th punch, Greg jumps onto the apron from the outside with a pen and the same checkbook, scribbling something, and holds something up towards Gary. It’s a check again, and Gary’s eyes widen…whatever this new sum is, it seems to be enough.
Gary throws himself backward off the ropes, allowing himself to fall backwards to the mat. Trace looks up, from where he had been covering his head, and sees Gary on the ground. He looks confused for a second, but then smirks, apparently believing this was him who knocked Gary down, and he jumps to the cover… The referee seems confused, but he counts. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3!
Phillip: Here is your winner…Trace Birmingham!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2009 16:50:07 GMT -5
Looking for Challengers [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] The camera cuts to a shot of the crowd, and as they jump around the lights go out and “Out of the Ashes” hits. Vortex appears at the top of the ramp for the first time in two weeks, surveying those in attendance with a look of amusement. Vortex walks down to the ring, rolls in, takes a microphone, and begins to speak.Vortex: Stay a while…and listen. A small pop and then the fans quiet down eager to hear why the Entertainment Champion was absent last week.Vortex: As you all know, I wasn’t here last week. Let’s just say I had a little personal business to take care of. I took care of it, and prepared myself for a match tonight—seeing how I didn’t have one last week—only to find out I don’t have one this week either. A few mild boos from the crowd, and Vortex raises his arms to encourage them as he paces the ring.Vortex: Instead of seeing my name on the card, I see…Criminal vs. The Red Panther as the MAIN EVENT? No disrespect to my fellow ‘midcarders’, however if I was a paying fan I might be more than a little pissed to see that. My main problem with it, is that it lacks…entertainment. You fans go from getting a triple champion match a few weeks back to watching a few midcarders duel it out for…Vortex glances down at his title and smiles before adjusting it and speaking into the microphone again.Vortex: This. That’s right, they all want a shot at my title. To be frank, I am a little miffed at being passed over for a match tonight, let alone seeing two guys who want to be champion get a main event slot over THE champion. The arena fills with boos as the fans attempt to let those in back know who they really want to see in action tonight. Vortex frowns and looks at the ground before looking back up at the crowd once more. Vortex: To avoid sounding like a whiny bitch, I am going to propose a solution to this problem. We have three guys who want a shot at my title, Panther, Wheeler, and Criminal. Panther hates Wheeler, Wheeler hates Criminal and Panther, and I just want to have an entertaining match. Therefore, what I propose is…a fatal fourway for my title at Winters Discontent! A loud pop from the crowd, which generates a smile from Vortex. Vortex begins pacing the ring once more and raises the microphone to his mouth.Vortex: This will stop all of the whining I hear going on these past few weeks. Everyone will get their shot and get their hands on one another at the same time. I don’t want any gimmicks in this match, so I am aiming for a standard rules type deal. It seems every PPV I see one of these guys involves in revolves around some gimmick or another, and I want to see if they can actually wrestle instead of brawl. A few of the blood marks in the crowd let out weak boos, however they are drowned out by the pop that results from what Vortex is proposing.Vortex: ACW is about healthy competition and memorable matches, so what do you say guys? The ball is in your court, and you can either come out and play…or continue to hide. Vortex drops the microphone and raises his title in the air, causing a decent reaction from the crowd. As Vortex steps out of the ring “Criminal” by Eminem hits as Criminal himself walks out of the back and stands at the top of the ramp. Criminal: Vortex, you have challenged the wrong superstars in this federation. Wheeler is nothing more than a stepping-stone, and Panther... well what has he ever really done? The real problem here is me. I accept your challenge, and my friend I will see you at Winters Discontent. As Criminal lowers the microphone and walks to the back, the crowd pops again as they know they will at least be seeing Vortex in action at the PPV. Vortex simply shakes his head and smirks as he too walks to the back and the camera fades to black.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2009 16:50:59 GMT -5
Un-Announced Match: Handicap Gauntlet MatchChris PhenomenalJones: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is a Handicap Gauntlet match. Introducing first, the challenger.A slow piano beat begins to play as the voice of Senator fills the ACW 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." Jones: He comes to the ring tonight weighing in at two hundred and seventy one pounds, hailing from Harlem, New York. He is a former ACW Entertainment and ACW International ChampionWith that, the voice of Chris Phenomenal jumps in.
“Allow me to re-introduce myself. My name is HOV!” CHRIS PHENOMENAL!“Public Service Announcement" begins to play as Chris Phenomenal emerges from the back, in a long boxing style robe with Senator coming out behind him, his signature cane aiding his gate, and standing at his side as he stops at the top of the entrance ramp. Head down covered by the hood, Chris makes the sign of the cross and then kisses his chain, holding it to his lips for a second all while swaying back and forth to the beat of the music. Chris then drops the chain from his hands, throwing his arms outwards as the pyro’s on either side of the entrance ramp explode as he makes his way down to the ring, fully focused as Senator whispers a few last minute words of advice in his ear. Reaching the bottom. Chris climbs into the ring between the second and third ropes and immediately goes into his corner and throws a few punches at the turnbuckle, no gesturing or taunting, focused purely on the ring and nothing else. Finally he drops the hood as Senator ducks in to the ring from his corner, patting Chris on the shoulder. McNally: I don’t know what’s really going on here, especially with Dave Shadow supposed to be wrestling later on in the evening.
Edison: I’m not so sure myself Maxxy but you got to think Chris Phenomenal is placing himself at a huge disadvantage here. Two handicap matches back to back.Baby, Baby, Baby. You are my Voodoo Child, My Voodoo Child
Jones: And his opponents, coming down to the ring at a combined weight of four hundred and fifty pounds, hailing from Andover, England and Drogheda Ireland."Voodoo Child" hits the speakers, as the lights in the arena go out. DAVE SHADOW and SHELTONSPLASH!As the music builds, several blinding lights illuminate at the top of the entrance ramp. A shadow emerges, the silouette dancing along with the music. As the shadow walks out of the light, we see it's Dave Shadow, with a perverted smile plastered across his face and SheltonSplash with his trademark cocky grin. McNally: Leave it to Chris Phenomenal.
Edison: Oh my Science! Midgets!They make their way down the ramp and hop up onto the apron, climbing through the second rope at one of the corners and posing for all their fans. The camera spins round Dave as he hops down and looks at Chris Phenomenal who ducks out of his robe as the referee calls for the ball. McNally: Here we go Eddie.
Edison: Yep!Chris Phenomenal waists little time in going after the midget Shadow who starts the match, shocked at the aggressiveness of Chris and is unable to avoid him as he near crushes him between his body and the turnbuckle. McNally: OOF!The midget Shadow goes rolling out of the ring, quickly tagging in the midget Shelton before he falls to the floor. Shel looks up at Chris who reaches between the second and third ropes and pulls him into the ring before throwing him down, chuckling to himself. He grabs the small right leg and begins to stomp on it, laughing before spinning him by the leg right into the incoming midget Shadow, the two crashing into each other as Chris let’s go of Shelton. Edison: Innovative offense there from Chris PhenomenalChris looks down at the two men and sets himself up as they both get to their feet and Chris charges looking for a Superman Punch but misses, not able to get his hand low enough to connect with Shadow. Chris stops himself and him and Shelton look for a drop kick connecting with the knees of Chris who gets knocked back into the ropes but as Shelton and Dave get up and try and connect again Chris picks the both of them up in one swoop. The two look down at the canvas for a moment as Chris shifts them into position before dropping them both with a filibuster, one on top of the other as Chris places one finger on them and Carter Reynolds makes the count. …1 …2 …3 Phillip Jones: Your winner, Chris Phenomenal! And his next opponents…Before Phillip can finish however Chris’ next two competitors come sliding into the ring and go right after Chris Phenomenal, slamming their mini fists into his back as he tries to get away. McNally: I see Jack Jefferson but what the hell…
Edison: It’s Chloe, this is hilarious.Alongside Jack Jefferson is a midget dressed as a crowbar with the name Chloe on the back, slowly Chris fights to his feet before Jefferson grabs hold of Chloe and throws him/her/it into Chris Phenomenal who staggers around for a moment almost as if he’s been knocked out before toppling over as Jefferson goes for the pin but Chris kicks out right away sending Chloe into Jefferson who immediately falls over, the “crowbar” shot to much to handle. Chris grabs hold of Chloe and begins to slam her onto Jeffersons stomach before eventually throwing Chloe out of his way and dropping a big leg drop right across the throat of Jefferson and sitting down for the fall. …1 …2 …3 Phillip Jones: The winner of this match…CHRIS PHENOMENAL!As all four midgets are still down in the ring, Senator climbs in and raises the arm of Chris who just smiles as we cut away to commercial break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2009 16:52:31 GMT -5
Segment: Recapping my legacy so far (Written by: The Red Panther)
Note: It is very likely the method of creating photos in this segment is wrong, sorry but I'm no expert :/
Our view opens to a dark room. Not just a room which is dark, a literal dark room where colourles photos are developed. Strangely The Red Panther is there, taking a few few photos off pegs.
Panther: Hello ACW. As you can tell, I have a few pictures I would like you to see. No, not of birds and trees, stuff which isn't boring.
Panther flicks on a projector and places a picture on it. The projector displays the black and white image on the wall. The photo is of Markus Rogers locked in an armbar, his face red, tapping out. The Red Panther is the one locking him in the armbar. The photo is dated 7/20/09.
Panther: Ah, my first match in ACW. I made quick work of Markus Rogers, and he hasn't been seen since. A crushing loss for him I must say. That is what started my legacy, which should soon include The Entertainment Title. That was also the first time ACW saw the flying armbar, a move which has never been broken and has defeated many ACW wrestlers such as Trent Wheeler, Jonny Spade and Shane Anzalone. I assure you all that it will continue to rack up victims, starting with Criminal. In not too long I will add VorteX to that list. The Flying Armbar is like no other move. It defies gravity by throwing the victim off there feet just using my momentum, it slams them down with both mine AND there weight, and most importantly, I execute the armbar better then anybody. Even if I have not touched your arm, I can lock it in and make you scream like a teething baby.
Panther takes the Rogers photo off the projector and replaces it with a photo of Michael Smart standing over Panther at Heatwave 2009. The photo is dated as Heatwave '09.
Panther: Only my second ACW loss, and my first on pay per view. Michael Smart exposed the few weaknesses I had early on in my career, and in fact, I think him for that. Why? I learned and evolved. I took the negatives from that match and turned them into strengths. I don't get caught in holds anymore, I have stopped getting gassed and study my opponents more. And now I have beaten the current International champion, a former international champion and tonight for the first time I will main event a show. I have won more matches then I have lost and am on a two match win streak against proficient opponents. Yes the match was a loss, but in the long term it was worth it!
Panther replaces this shot with a third picture. This one is of a child and man. They are both wearing The Red Panther style masks and the child is sitting on the mans shoulders. They are both wearing shirts with "Team Panther" on them. It is dated 1992.
Panther: Ah, old memories. This is me and my late father. He was thirty-three at that time, it was his last match, and twelve years later he died. The mask he wore was black and silver, his nick name was The Black Panther. Before his death he was the greatest fighter in Hawaii, and one of the best in the USA. He adopted the mask for a few fights after a facial injury which required him to wear some face protection, but after wards it became his trade mark and he kept it. Just a year later he was diagnosed with minor cancer. He spent eleven years fighting it, but eventually it spread. He spent the last year of his life in pain and agony, followed by his death. Before he died he tried to make me fight in martial arts, but I only wanted to wrestle. I wrestled in secret, and only entered ACW after he died. His fans hate me, they make me out to be a bad person for following my dream. I loved my father, heck I still do, but I want to wrestle, and that is what I do.
Panther removes this photo and replaces it with a shot of a women. She is wearing a casual dress (Which looks red but as the pictures are greyscale we can't be sure), has flowing black hair and looks to be about thirty. She is standing in front of a beach house, smiling.
Panther: This is my mother, Trish. She was nice to me, she was the perfect mother. But when I started to wrestle, she cut off all ties to me. She changed her phone number, kicked me out and dis-owned me. I had a good life until then, but her doing that proved to me humans beings can do horrible horrible things.
Panther then replaces this picture, with a picture of the Entertainment Title. Panther simply laughs before turning off the projector, plummeting the room into darkness.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2009 16:55:14 GMT -5
Match 2: Trent Wheeler vs. Michael Smart (Credit: Taylor)
As the bell rings Wheeler attempts to rush Smart, however Smart anticipates this coming and ducks under the outstretched arm. Wheeler tries to catch Smart with a Spinning Heel Kick to mid-section but only finds the air instead as Smart steps back. Before Wheeler can react he is levelled to the ring canvas with a neckbreaker. Smart looks to capitalise on his advantage as he gets to his feet while Wheeler attempts to recover. Wheeler slowly gets back to one knee but not quickly enough as Smart pulls his feet back out from under him. He then steps over Wheeler's legs and stands over his back, still with a grip on them to lock in a Boston Crab. However, just as Smart appears to have the submission locked in, before he is able to exert any pressure Wheeler scores with a huge elbow right to the centre of his back. This forces Smart to loosen his grip just enough for Wheeler to yank his legs free and escape. With Smart surprised at what just happened Wheeler rolls towards the ropes to create space and pulls himself upwards and back to his feet. He turns to face Smart again with a determined expression on his face.
The noise level increases in the arena as the crowd look on at the intriguing match-up. The two men circle around the ring, looking for an opening to gain the upper hand. Smart fakes a double-leg takedown shoot however Wheeler stands firm and doesn't move. Finally the two men come together with a good old fasioned lock-up. Smart attempts to use his lower sense of gravity to gain leverage for a throw however Wheeler can see what he's trying to do and blocks all the attempts. Eventually Smart begins to tire and this presents Wheeler with an opportunity to gain an advantage. He breaks the hold and waits for Smart to follow him. As he does he connects with a huge European Uppercut. This sends Smart stumbling slightly and Wheeler collects him with a High-Angled Sidewalk Slam. Wheeler hooks the leg for the first pin of the match.
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Wheeler looks slightly annoyed as Smart kicks out rather easily. Wheeler gets back to his feet, bringing Smart with him. He stands in the centre and takes a moment to decide what to do next. He grabs a hold of Smart and Irish Whips him into the turnbuckle. Smart recoils on impact and arches his back with the pain evident on his face. Wheeler manages a smile before returning to the previous look of intensity on his face. He then breaks into a run, shoulder first right at Smart. However, this time it isn't Smart he connects with as Smart dives out of the way into the ropes. Wheeler hits the turnbuckle hard and nearly ends up going head first over them! As the dazed Wheeler's feet hit the canvas again Smart takes advantage and quickly hooks his legs for a Schoolboy Pin!
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The crowd are on the edge of their seats as somehow Wheeler manages to power out of the pin at the last second. Both men look exhausted, the match clearly taking its toll as they lay on the canvas. Slowly they both fight to get back to their feet. Smart gets to his feet first and goes for a Clothesline, however Wheeler ducks and heads towards the ropes. He rebounds off and hits a Flash Kick! No! Smart too ducks the move and tries a neckbreaker again! However, Wheeler senses this coming and shifts his bodyweight so Smart is unable to. Instead Wheeler connects with a Heel Kick! Smart keels over and Wheeler grabs a hold of him quickly. He wastes no time and hits the DETOX DRIVER!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2009 16:56:26 GMT -5
Sit Down Interview By Dave Shadow The following was pre-recorded earlier today....As the camera fades in after the last commercial break, we find two men sitting on chairs in the middle of a dark room, a black backdrop behind them. On the right, McNally sits with a clipboard in hand, looking quite serious. Opposite him is a man who is instantly recognizable, his ghost white hair perfectly combed. Dave Shadow sits forward, his hands joined, tension all over his face.
McNally: Dave Shadow, thank you very much for agreeing to this interview this evening. Dave: No problem. To be honest, I’ve got a lot of stuff I would like to get off my chest, and I think this interview could be the way to do it.McNally: Obviously, there is a lot of stuff to ask, so let’s dive straight in. We’re not that far away from your World Championship match against Chris Phenomenal and Jack Jefferson. Dave: You say that as if I could possibly forget. McNally: Well, for many, and I’m sure yourself included, this is quite possibly the biggest match of you career thus far. Dave: Yeah. Thats certainly not an understatement. See, when I joined ACW, I did so with a single goal in mind. And I’ve never been subtle or shy about that. My goal has always been to climb to the top of the biggest mountain out there. My goal has always been to walk into a match for that title belt, and to walk out with it around my waist. And now, for the first time ever on pay per view, I’m getting that opportunity. I have fought for and earned the chance to be able to call myself the best of the best.McNally: And indeed, only two men now stand in your way of that claim. Dave: Yeah. And of all the people that could have faced me in the match, I’m delighted that it will be Chris and Jack.McNally: Really? Dave: Of course! I mean, if I am going to beat anyone for the title, I want it to be my biggest rivals. And if I can knock two of the biggest thorns ever to grace my arse out and deny them the privilege of winning the title, then that’s all the better. I look forward to facing Chris and Jack once again.McNally: That kind of brings me about to my next question, and indeed a question that has been on everyone’s mind as of late. Several people have commented on your ever-changing behavior. I mean, in recent weeks, your violent attitude towards Chris has almost completely disappeared. Dave: Yeah. I’ve heard the whispers, I’ve heard people talking about that. The thing is, do you know how many people spent their time telling me to try and move on with my Chris Phenomenal problem? Alicia, Jay, Shelton. They all told me to try and forget about what happened between me and Chris and focus on winning the title. They gave out that I wasn’t being myself and that they missed the “real” me. So what happens? I try and do as they tell me, I try and move on with my life....and people start criticizing me for it. I try to be the better man and not forgive Chris, but not harbor a grudge that would kill my career as I know it. And in return, people start thinking I’ve gone insane, claiming erratic behavior in my character. McNally: It was somewhat strange. Dave: Yeah. I did appear to become a whole lot more level headed one week. Though I’d like to point out that the change actually occurred over weeks, not all of which was shown on TV. I’d like to say that I tried to follow the advice I was given and I tried to move on. And here, now, are people who don’t want me to move on, and complain that the disappearance of my obsession with Chris is strange. But what they really miss, above all else, is that the obsession continues.McNally: Really? Dave: Oh yes. A few weeks ago, I confronted Chris. I told him straight out that I would gain my revenge on him. I warned him to his face that I was not finished with him. Far from it. Maybe people missed that. But I meant what I said. I just decided to be subtle in my approach. Assaulting people from behind isn’t my style, and brawling in the hallways isn’t going to solve much, as fun as it may be. So I bide my time. I smile. I joke. I let him let down his guard. And when he does, when he finally thinks I’ve forgotten about the whole fiasco, I will strike and I WILL take him down, once and for all.McNally: What about your relationship with Jefferson. Dave: Yeah. That didn’t turn out quite so well. I’m a big enough man to admit when I fall victim to another man’s mind tactics. I wanted to be civil with Jack. Yes, we have history. We’ve fought on just about every level imaginable, for every title you can name, in every match you can think of. For me though, that created a respect. I don’t like him, but I respected everything we had gone through, and most of the time, he was a man about challenging me, unlike others who assault you from behind.McNally: And then last week, on Warfare.... Dave: Last week, I will admit, I got owned. Given the pact we had made to stop Phenomenal from walking out with the title come Winter’s Discontent, and given all the shit we have put each other through, I thought that perhaps, Jack would be above blindsiding me. I though, since he said we could finish this like men, that I could presume he was a man. But then you know what assuming does.. Fair enough. I know the rules now. I know where I stand with Jack, and I know where I will stand come Winter’s Discontent. Over his lifeless body, with the World title held over him.McNally: Is the respect gone? Dave: No. I still respect his achievements. I still respect his skill. Only a fool wouldn’t. But whereas before my respect outweighed my hatred for him, now I understand his thoughts on our relationship and I can adjust accordingly.McNally: Strong words against the two men on an individual basis, but what are your thoughts on the fact you’ve got to face both men at the same time in a triple threat? Dave: I understand the thought, McNally. But it is a triple threat, not a handicap match. Jack and Chris are both after the same goal as well, and the chance of those two egos working together makes me laugh. They won’t co-exist. And I will take advantage of that situation.McNally: So you’re not afraid they will form an allegiance and work together to take you out first? Similar to the alliance you suggested to Jack before he attacked you? Dave: Of course. I am no fool. There’s the possibility of an alliance between them. There’s the possibility of The Senator leading his cronies down to the ring and helping Chris win. There’s a chance that Jack will reunite the Empire and have back up. Hell, maybe NeoEvolution will be brought in to play. Maybe the GWF lads will decide to help me win. See though, there’s so many factors, so many variables in a triple threat match that I cannot afford to focus on one and obsess over it. I realise alliances may be formed, but so much can happen.McNally: So what’s the game plan then? How do you prepare for this? Dave: You prepare for everything. You go in expecting the unexpected and preparing to come face to face with something you could never have imagined. And that’s what I’m going to do. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not going to ignore my previous matches with either man. But this is a new match. Both men have new tricks up their sleeves, as well as a vast array of old ones. So I can only make sure I stay focused, and don’t let myself get to confident. McNally: So, let me ask you then, Dave. Do you have plans after Winter’s Discontent then? Is there a long term goal for Dave Shadow beyond winning the World Title? Dave: See, that’s what I mean. I’m not going to be an arrogant bastard. I’ve not won the title yet, so it would be naïve to start boasting about how I plan on being the longest reigning, most exciting champion of all times. That would be nice, of course. But for now, my goals, my aims….my life….in my mind, all those things come to an end next week at Winter’s Discontent. There is no life for Dave Shadow beyond that title match. There’s a tunnel vision here, McNally. No distractions. Just me preparing for this title match, making sure I go in with the best chances I can.McNally: Dave Shadow, thank you very much for the interview. Dave: You’re welcome.Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2009 16:57:03 GMT -5
In All Seriousness Credit: Trent Wheeler, Criminal Trent Wheeler is seen sitting on a shipping crate after his match with Michael Smart. He is tired and still breathing a little heavy. He is alone, as Ryan Stark hasn't been seen all night. He gets up.[glow=green,2,300]Trent[/glow] : Excuse me if I'm not as fluent as usual, I'm a little tired at the moment. But I have something to say. Criminal, I still haven't gotten a real explanation to why you attacked me and cost me my shot at the title! Imagine me winning in my first, first title match. Wouldn't that be something? Well, we'll never know. I'm so tired of all the people here. I've gotta so much shit from everybody, from Chris P. to Red and now you Criminal. I said it before, and I'll say it again, this place makes people crazy. Or maybe it just attracts the nuts? Huh...I wonder. Wheeler begins to laugh. Oh Criminal. You got a match with 'ole Red later right? Well you better watch your- Just then the camera moves out of frame a little, and you can see Criminal standing next to Trent.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Trent, why must you continue to run your mouth. As a matter of fact it is your mouth that got you into this problem in the first place. I may, or may not have, heard your correctly the night of your match. However, I am almost certain that what I heard was that it was YOU, Trent, who attacked me and vortex when the power went out. Now doesn't that start to ring a bell? Trent looks a little astonished that Criminal would know about the minor conversation that didn't even air on the camera in ACW. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Trent, the ACW island is a very big place, but its only inhabitants that live here are the ACW members themselves. Every fan that comes here pays their way to fly to this secluded place to watch as the best of the best rip each other to shreds. Now you did have something right for a change. I do have a match tonight with Panther, but who is he? [glow=green,2,300]Trent[/glow]: He is a man that has contended for the entertainment championships more times than you have had matches. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Well maybe that’s why me and him are the Main Event tonight. Now, you got your explanation, and this won't be the last you see of me tonight, or any other part of my time here in ACW. Trent, my friend, I personally don't think that you worked your way up to the match in which you got against Vortex. If you would excuse me I have a friend here that I have lost and need to find. Criminal walks away, the camera shows Trent still sitting on the shipping crate, looking a little angry.[glow=green,2,300]Trent[/glow]: Just remember, payback's a bitch! Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2009 16:57:35 GMT -5
Match 3: Dave Shadow vs. TBA (Credit: Dave Shadow) Here come the drums, Here comes the drums! As we cut back to the arena, the intro to Dave Shadow’s music brings everyone to their feet, cheering and holding up their signs for the camera to see. After letting the music and cheers fill the arena and echo round it, Dave Shadow comes bounding out through the curtains, his arms outstretched and a big smile on his face. He make his way down the ramp, slapping hands with as many people as possible before jumping up onto the apron and through the ropes. Dave walks round the ring, getting the fans going, before asking for a microphone to be handed in.
As he moves to the center of the ring, the music fades out. The cheers remain though, and Dave has to wait for quite a while before it’s quiet enough to speak.
Dave: So...um....this whole World Champ Challenge thing hasn’t been going as smoothly as I hoped, has it? I mean, in the two weeks since its inception, I’ve had Thunderkiss pin me in the ring, handing me my ass. And then Senator and his cronies took my ass back, beat it up for a while, and then served it back to me.Dave looks down at the canvas for a few seconds, as the crowd kind of laugh at his recent string of misfortunes. After a few moments of looking dejected though, Dave’s head shoots back up, a big smile on his face.
Dave: But I’ve never been one to dwell on the past! So let’s keep on movin’. Again, tonight, I’ve been told to report to the ring in order to take part in this Championship Challenge, so I guess the best thing to do is stop my yappin’, and try to sort this bad luck out the good old fashioned way. So ladies and gentlemen, my opponent for tonight....Dave points up towards the entrance curtain, as silence reigns over the arena. Everyone waits to see what former champ will be the next person to take up the challenge. However, when "Paint it Black" by the Rolling Stones hits the speakers, everyone, the crowd and Dave included, all stand in shock.
Jack Jefferson walks out through the curtains, the World title over his shoulder and a big, evil grin on his face. In his hand, Jack holds a microphone, as his music dies down, allowing him to talk.Jefferson: You know what Dave? I got to say I’m shocked, and kinda impressed you’re out here after the arse kicking the Senatorial Stable laid down on you last week. I thought you’d be keeping that face hidden after the fortnight you’ve had! Dave: Jack. Always a pleasure.Jefferson: I’d like to agree but, as you know Dave, I pride myself on my honesty. Jack makes his way down the ramp, heading towards the stairs.Jefferson: Now you’re an observant guy Dave and I’m sure you’ve noticed that I’m in my wrestling gear. I’m also sure you’re wondering why. Well it’s simple really, you’ve been facing off against former champs but I thought that maybe we should up the ante a little. So tonight you won’t be facing a former world champ who’s already past their prime. No, you will be facing the current world champ. Jack climbs through the ropes, as Dave refuses to take a step back. He simply stands in the middle of the ring, as Jack approaches him.Jefferson: So, in the interest of mixing it up, right now we’re going to have a preview of Winter’s Discontent. Only how it should’ve been. Jack Jefferson vs. Dave Shadow. Non-title match, naturally. Dave: Wait, you’re telling me I get to kick your ass now? Awesome. But there is something you should know.Jefferson: Oh really? And what would that be? Dave: Well, after last week, I’m considerably pissed off at you, and I’m not going to play....Before he finishes the sentence, Dave drops the microphone and fires off a big kick to Jefferson’s gut. Jack drops his title and stumbles back into the ropes, as Dave looks at the ref and tells him to ring the bell. Dave runs at Jack as the match starts officially. Dave pushes Jack into the ropes and fires him across the ring. On the rebound, Dave catches Jack with a big smack to the side of the jaw, nearly spinning Jack round, and taking him down to one knee. The element of surprise on the champ's part is obviously not working out like he planned, and as he tries to stand back up, Dave catches him with another slap, followed by a kick to the gut. Jack bends over, as Dave grabs his head and rolls him up, the ref diving to make the count. 1... No, Jack gets out of the early pin attempt and jumps back to his feet. Jack manages to connect with a knee to the gut, slowing Dave down, as the two men find the wind driven out of them. Jack moves round behind Dave quickly though, wraps his arms round his waist, and throws him over his head with a release German suplex! Dave lands hard on the back of his neck, as Jack gets back to his feet. McNally: Well, I don't think any of us expected these two men to be having an official match when the night started. Edison: Jefferson is smart. He saw an opportunity to gain a psychological advantage by getting a win over Dave. McNally: Well, is it a smart move getting into a fight with your opponent so close to the big match? Edison: Look at where Jack is right now, and look at Dave, and then you tell me if it’s a smart move or not. Indeed, Jack stands over Dave Shadow who holds his back, lying on the ground after being thrown across the ring. Jack screams abuse at Dave before grabbing him by the hair and picking him up again, pushing him back into the corner. Jack grabs Dave by the jaw and continues to talk, before taking a few steps back and running in at Dave. Dave manages to grab the ropes and pull free though, as Jack runs chest first into the turnbuckles. As Jack takes a few steps back clutching his chest, Dave grabs the ropes, jumps onto the second one and bounds back, connecting with a modified Lou Thez press on the champ. The two men go crashing down to the canvas, Jack hurt from the move, Dave taking a few moments to gather himself. Edison: Hey wait, look up the ramp! As Dave and Jack both lay on the ground, staring up at the arena lights, Chris Phenomenal emerges through the curtains at the top of the ramp, eliciting quite a negative reaction from the crowd. He shuffles down to the ring, keeping low in his approach, and circles the ring. He walks up to the time keepers booth, and leans over, grabbing the World Heavyweight championship! McNally: Hey, what’s Chris doing? Edison: I think he’s stealing the World Title! Chris looks at it for a few moments, as Dave and Jack both start to stir in the ring. Dave rolls over onto his stomach and looks out of the ring, just as Chris looks in. Their eyes lock, as Jack gets to his hands and knees. He follows Dave’s line of sight and spots Chris now as well. More importantly though, he spots what Chris is holding in his hand. A moment passes between the three where no one moves, before Dave looks at Jack, and Jack returns the look. This is all the opening Chris needs; he makes a dart towards the entrance ramp, looking to make his getaway. Dave and Jack slide out of the ring and give chase, as all three men disappear off through the entrance curtain and out of the arena. The crowd boo, as the commentators go nuts. Edison: Chris just nicked the title! Can’t imagine the other two will be thrilled about that! McNally: Cheeky bugger! Someone get a camera back there quick though! We’ve got a good old fashioned chase! Match Result: Draw via Double Countout (Additional Credit to CP and Jefferson)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2009 16:58:16 GMT -5
Friends R Not Forever Credit: Criminal The scene opens up showing Criminal with his long lost friend Acid. Acid still looking astonished that an ex-felon, drug dealer, murder, and gang leader, has become someone of such power, and wealth. A look of uncertainty and wonder appears across the look of Acid's face.Acid: You know man, How do they know when to play your music, or even the pryos that blow up into the air and all over. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Well, it's fairly easy, watch I'll show ya. The Pryo technician sees Criminal walking towards the backstage. He prepares to play Criminals music, and gets ready to push the buttons for the pyros. Acid gets overwhelmed with anticipation, and runs towards the backstage entrance. Criminals music plays, as the fans raise in cheers. Acid runs out and waves, the pyros fly up into the air, but no Criminal. Acid looks around then runs back to the backstage.Acid: Criminal, why didn't you follow me out there. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I wait till a certain part of the song before i come out, and it is a lot better if you come out when directed. Remember you are just my guest here not a superstar. Acid: I think all of this fame has affected your knowledge of where you came from. Criminal: I think all of the previous drugs you have done has affected your sense of reality. Acid looks a little irritated, but then his eyes get the look of a little kid in a candy store once looking back toward the top of the ramp. Criminal hears something behind him, and looks back. There is nothing, when he turns around Acid is once again gone and he can hear the music playing. Criminals face fills with a look of anger and disappointment. He hears the pyros booming in the air, as Acid once again walks back to the backstage. Criminal grabs him and throws him down in a chair.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Why are you so damn childish. Do you not understand that I, myself have to pay for the pyros that you keep exploding everytime you act like you are going to the ring. Acid: I just like the sound, and I can't wait till we actually get to the ring. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] You my friend are confusing my fans, they think it's me, and raise in cheers. Then when all they see is you they get disappointed. Stay here until I direct for you to come out. We are going to the ring right now! Criminal then signals for the lights, which Acid did not do, so it's a wonder why the fans didn't recognize a phony from the beginning. The lights go out in the Arena. The fans stand to their feet. Right as "Criminal" by Eminem begins to play the lights start to flicker. The lyrics reach the part, "BECAUSE I'M A CRIMINAL", as the lights come on and the anticipated superstar runs out onto the top of the ramp. Pyros shoot up from the floor in a red and white stream. Criminal then looks behind him directing for his friend to go ahead and come out and meet him on the top of the ramp. They proceed down the ramp both slapping the hands of fans on their way to the ring. Criminal picks up the mic that is laying for him on the stairs, before entering through the ropes.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Ladies and Gentlemen let me first apologize for any inconvenience my friend may have caused. He will be leaving back to the States once tonight is over, but look at his face, can you not tell that he had fun? All he has been doing is having fun. I have shown him other superstars, different parts of the island. Still he acts like a kid. Acid is running against the ropes and stomping on the mat with a big smile on his face. Criminal walks to the side and grabs a mic as the fans are still cheering. He hands one to Acid.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Now Acid, since you have been here you have cost me nothing but money, and well a lot of babysitting. Acid: Yea, but you have had a lot of patience with me, and I'm thankful for that, because well, by the looks of it you got a lot bigger, and more serious than you used to be. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Not to mention I have gained a much better reputation. A reputation that takes a while to gain. Anyone here can tell you what that might be. Well Acid you are going to learn first hand why they say to never turn your back on a Criminal. Criminal then drops the microphone and delivers the heist to his friend. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: You see Acid, here I don't have any friends. The need for those of you that come here to visit me from the streets of Detroit I don't need anymore. I am here to destroy people that get in my way. I am here to make money, and well all you did was cost me thousands. To top it off, it was all within a few minutes. If I were you, I would take a sooner flight back to Detroit, and be glad that I still have a match tonight that will allow me the chance to release a lot of anger. Now get off this island. Criminal drops the microphone leaving his ex-friend laying in the ring. Scene fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2009 16:58:54 GMT -5
Segment: The Soul on Show (Credit: TJ) We come backstage to everyone’s least favorite backstage interviewer, Kevin Anderson, getting ready for his interview, but the camera is on and he’s live and doesn’t know it.
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson So, whose the guy I’m gonna interview today Butch?
Cameraman.Butch The new guy, “The Soul of Philly” TJ.
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson HAHA! That is such a shame the guy is proud to be from Philly. I mean come on. It’s nothing but a loser town.
Just then, TJ turns the corner and sees Kevin, who shuts up, straightens his tie.
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to welcome at this time, “The Soul of Philly” TJ.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Hi there Kevin
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Hi TJ. First off, welcome to ACW as this is your second week here.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ What?
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Well according to this, tonight is your second week on the job.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea, but this is the first night I’ve been on.
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson You were scheduled to face The Southern Smashers last week. You didn’t show?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea, I thought everyone knew that.
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Well, when you’re The Internet, you don’t pay attention to the match because you’re looking for a new story.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Wow, you’re great at your job.
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson I know thanks, but enough about me. I was gonna ask you about your match last week but you didn’t show. So real quick, why didn’t you show?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Truth be told, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go through with it. After my brother was murdered, kinda made me rethink my profession. I took 8 months off before even thinking about wrestling again, let alone get back in the ring. And to face a tag team in a handicap match didn’t help my mindset. So I told Ginger that I wasn’t sure if I was ready he said that it was alright, he told the two guys that I wasn’t ready and they understood.
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Well then why the hell are you back this week?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Dave Shadow.
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson What the hell does he have to do with you? Dave Shadow has bigger fish to fry than you.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Apparently Ginger told Dave to talk to me because Ginger sees something in me, something he sees in Dave, who is the #1 contender. So Dave talked to me and he convinced me to stick around after I told him why I wasn’t sure, which basically was I wasn’t sure if I had what it takes to be in this business. He told me the only way to know was to get in between the ropes and give it a shot. So I thank Dave for saving my career for the time being.
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Cool story bro, but what makes you so sure you have what it takes?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Hello, Kevin, are you blind? I’m a 6 feet 10 inches, 275 pounds of pure Philadelphian muscle, I have more heart then anyone in this damn company, and I have the single most important thing a legendary wrestler needs.
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson What’s that?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ A good interviewer.
The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Really?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Hell no! No, I have confidence in me and my abilities to get the job done here in ACW. This Sunday, at Winter’s Discontent, prepare to see greatness in its truest form.
TJ walks away, leaving Kevin with his head hung in disappointment at the joke TJ just played on him.
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