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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2009 14:05:59 GMT -5
ACW Proudly Presents: Winter’s Discontent 2009
Sunday 20th December 2009
Schedule of Matches: --------------------------
“The Soul of Philly” TJ vs. Mystery Opponent
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ACW Entertainment Title Match Vortex(c) vs. The Red Panther vs. Trent Wheeler vs. Criminal
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ACW World Title Match Jack Jefferson(c) vs. Dave Shadow vs. Chris Phenomenal
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2009 16:21:27 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Acceptance Credit: Trent Wheeler
The follower was taped after Warfare on December 16th.
Warfare is over. The fans have gone home. Only a few wrestlers and staff members remain in the arena. Trent Wheeler is one of them. He is standing around the ring, all showered off from his earlier match. He has an air of calm about him. He is facing away from the camera, staring into the ring.
Trent Wheeler So, VorteX. You want to face Criminal, Red, and myself at Winter's Discontent for your Entertainment Title. Well, of course I accept that offer, but why do I need to even have that offer made? I said I don't understand the workings of ACW, and I don't think I ever will, but whatever happened to my one-on-one shot huh?
Wheeler turns toward the camera, injecting more emotioning into his speech.
VorteX, you’re probably thinking, "You had your chance and you lost" but that match doesn't count! Criminal interfered! He stole that match from me and gave it to you. If it weren't for him, I would be Entertainment Champion right now and you would be the one challenging for it.
Wheeler, in an attempt to settle himself, breathes in and out a couple of times.
Geez, I thought with Ryan gone for the day that I'd be able to relax, but no. 'Tex, you had to go and challenge people. I just don't understand the addition of Criminal and The Red Panther at all. It must be because you know you can't beat me anymore. I've gotten better since the first time we fought. Trained harder and pushed myself more. And you know it. So, bring it on, one-on-one, triple threats, this four way match, I don't care! I'll be the one with the title in my hand this Sunday.
A abupt end causes the picture to go black.
OOC: Sorry for the shortness. Had another one written and completely forgot to save it.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2009 16:27:23 GMT -5
*We open the scene inside of TJ’s home located a few miles out of Philadelphia. His house is better described as a mansion, but he rather call it a house. We see TJ walk down the stairs to his living room. He’s wearing a clean white t-shirt underneath an unzipped black hoody along with a regular pair of jeans. There is a camera set up across from a couch, where it is assumed TJ will sit. Behind the camera, there is no one and there is nothing that suggests this interviewer is being done by someone from ACW. There is no ACW logo on the camera, there is no lighting guy, there isn’t even a guy who holds the cameraman’s coffee. The door bell rings and TJ goes to answer it. He opens the door and three men stand there, two African-American and one Caucasian. The taller African-American grasps TJ’s opposite hand and they pat each other on the back as he walks inside the house and into the kitchen. The shorter does the same with TJ and then goes upstairs and then TJ shakes the hand of the Caucasian male.*Caucasian.Male Thanks TJ, it’s been too long since I’ve done anything wrestling related. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No problem Joe. We go back and you’ve said the most important words in my career, “Your winner and the new #1 Contender to Tyson Phoenix’s ECF World Title, “THE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUL OF PHILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLY, TJ!” Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joesph.Khan Other than saying the Dan took the title away from that douche Debolt, that was one of my favorites. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ And that’s why you’re here. Joe, you are now my personal interviewer. Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joesph.Khan Wait so I’m like Raj? TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings What about me? *From the out of the kitchen walks the taller African-American. He is holding a bowl of chips. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Nothing ya slob. Come on, 5 minutes in my house and you already started to dig into my pantry? Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings Better that than what I’m doing! *We hear the third voice from upstairs. The voice is quiet, like it’s behind a door or something.* TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings And that is? Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings Taking a shit! The.Soul.Of.Philly TJAh, come on dude. Really? You have to take a shit now? Why didn’t you take one before you left YOUR house? Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings Dude, you know me, cars give me the shits. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings True he had to take a shit after we got to the airport to pick up Joesph. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Damn. Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joesph.Khan I was wondering where he came from. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Yo, where’s Kenny? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Well, it’s been awhile since I haven’t had to be on the road so I told Kenny that I would call him when I need him and he went home. Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joesph.Khan Whose Kenny? Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings His butler! Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joesph.Khan You don’t seem like you would have a butler TJ. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea, but when I am home, which is rare, I make a mess. So Kenny has one of the easiest jobs. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings And one of the worst. He has to clean up after you. Raj’s.Brother Trey.GingsWait! Where is Kenny then!? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ He’s- Wait, get your ass off my toilet and I’ll talk to you. Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings Fair enough. Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joesph.Khan So, what are we doing again. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Well, Raj is going to set up the equipment while you go over what your asking me. Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joesph.Khan TJ, you know I haven’t done anything wrestling related since ECF ended last year. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Doesn’t mean you haven’t been watching me and CP. Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joesph.Khan True. So where are these questions that I’m going to ask you. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Trey’s got ‘em. *As Raj fiddles with the camera, Trey returns from the bathroom with the questions and hands them to Joesph Khan.* Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joesph.Khan Wait, there are only 3 questions. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea, 3 that you need, because you’re going to ask me some others based on my responses. Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joesph.Khan God, it’s been too long. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Joe, have you done interviews? Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joesph.Khan Yea, but not for a long time. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ We all set up Raj? TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Yea TJ where are you sitting? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ On the couch, Joe’s gonna sit in the chair and he’s going to ask me the questions. Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joesph.Khan Alright. *Joesph walks over to the chair that is to the couches left. TJ hops over the back of the couch and lands laying down, facing Joesph. Raj gives the go that they are recording and TJ sits up. Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joesph.Khan Hello there, I’m Joesph Khan, inside the spacious abode of the newest ACW superstar, “The Soul of Philly” TJ. Hello TJ. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Sup Joe. Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joesph.Khan Now TJ, first things first, why where you away from wrestling for so many months? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Well you see, back in February, my younger brother Jacob was attacked at a Flyer game. That person also tried to take me out because they knew once I found out who it was that attacked my brother, there would have been hell to pay. Turns out the guy who attacked and ending up killing my brother was the former bodyguard of one of my co-workers. It turns out he was already “taken care of” so I went for the next best thing, the person he protected. Our match would end in a draw and I would slink away from the ring and work behind the scenes for a bit before completely leaving the business. Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joesph.Khan But why would you do that with the amount of love for the business that you have? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Truth be told, it kept reminding me of my brother. We would always say that we were gonna tag together and win the tag team titles when we were kids. He grew out of wrestling, but he still loved it enough to watch it and train with me. He was there when I won every title I’ve won; he was there for every title I lost. He was there if I were to fall and help me back up. You know, he was my brother and I miss him more with each passing day. If he were here today, we’re not talking about my disappearance, we would be talking about my impressive debut in ACW. Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joesph.Khan That leads me to my next question, TJ: Why did you decide to return to wrestling and decide to make it ACW? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Well when you have had the last 3 years of your life spent on the road to shows, getting slammed on your back and lifting big guys, it becomes habitual and when you’re away from it, you miss it and you want to return. It took a lot of me to walk away, but I got it all back when I signed the contract to ACW. Why ACW? Because ACW is the only place where my old “pal” Chris Phenomenal is around. I believe we’re tied at 1-1. Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings WRONG! He beat you twice, once as Phenomenal and one as Porter. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Like I said Chris Phenomenal has only beaten me once and I beat him once. That is one of the most important things in my career is that one loss to Chris. Forget all the titles and accomplishments, when you get in the ring with someone you know is the same as you, agile, big, sly, and will rarely give up, you know something special is going to happen. Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joesph.Khan So Chris is the reason why you’re in ACW? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yes, he is. Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joesph.Khan Well last question, you were to officially debut two weeks ago, but you didn’t show. In an interview with Kevin Anderson, you claim you were doubting if you could hang in the ring with the wrestlers of ACW, but after talking to the #1 Contender, Dave Shadow, you feel like you can and will. Then why come back if you weren’t sure? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Well you see, it was one of those cases I acted before I thought. I signed the contract and my mom asked me if I was ready. I told her yes but she knew I wasn’t. I knew I wasn’t, but I told Ginger to book me and I wasn’t ready for a solo match let alone a handicap match. So I told Ginger I wasn’t ready and he said that was fine and allowed me to go home. Thursday I get a call from someone from ACW, Dave Shadow. He began to talk about how when he came to ACW he wasn’t ready, it had been awhile for him too and he wasn’t sure. But he fought through it and now he is a 3 count away from winning the world title. That’s where I want to be in a year, will I? Maybe I will, but I have to prove that I can. I have the tools, I’m 6 feet 10 inches tall, 275 pounds and I’m the strongest I’ve ever been. But I have to have my mind right or all that means nothing in the ring. Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joesph.Khan Is your mind right? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I sure hope so, or I’m going to be very disappointed in myself. I came to ACW to prove that I am as good as I say I am, but if I don’t believe what I’m saying then I can’t do that. Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joesph.Khan Anything else? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea, there is. Whoever my opponent, I feel bad for you because I plan on going out to that ring and showing you what your nightmares look like in their physical forms. I plan on walking down to the ring and show the fans what greatness in it’s truest form looks like. I plan on walking into that match and winning because I am “THE SOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULLLL OF PHILLY!”, you’ve been warned. *TJ stares into the camera as Raj stops recording. He gives TJ a hand signal and TJ gets up as does Joesph and Raj. *Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joesph.Khan Thanks TJ. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No problem, any time. Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joesph.Khan No, thanks for getting me back in wrestling. This is my love and I know it’s yours. Thank you. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No problem my man. It’s good seeing you. Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joesph.Khan Same to you. I’m gonna head home, Raj? TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings You have a home here? Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joesph.Khan No just in Jersey. Raj’s.Brother Trey.Gings I’m stayin’, I hate Jersey and the people that live there. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings They hate you too. *The scene ends as Trey and Raj yell at each other and TJ and Joe laugh.*
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2009 16:28:29 GMT -5
Hitting my stride.... By Dave Shadow As we cut to the back once more, we find that Jay Tyler has found himself a cameraman and a microphone, and would appear to be getting ready to conduct an interview. He has obviously dressed up for the occasion, a crumpled suit that looks like it’s been in the back of a wardrobe for years stretched across his body that’s way to big for it. He wears a pair of glasses with dark black rims and has slicked his hair right back. He looks the image of a stereotypical reporter from the 60s.
Jay: Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great honour, prestige and happiness, that I introduce my guest for this evening. He is a former Entertainment Champion, a former International champion, the winner of the 2009 Emperor of the Ring competition and after tonight, the new World Champion....Dave Shadow!Dave steps on screen dramatically, a big grin on his face, dressed in brand new wrestling gear. Shiny black and silver pants, a sleeveless ring coat of the same colour which runs down to his knees, and gloves and boots to match. As always, he has a massive grin on his face. He runs his hands through his ghost white hair as the crowd out in the arena cheer him.
Jay: Dave, we are only a brief while away from what many have deemed the biggest match in your career thus far. So, the obvious question is.......What do you think of Joe winning the X Factor?Dave opens his mouth to talk, and then realises what question he has been asked. He acts surprised, before folding his arms and frowning at his brother.
Dave: What type of question is that, Jay? X Factor? Really?Jay: Well, I figure that you’re probably sick of people asking you your “thoughts” about the match.Dave: Well, kind of. I mean, I can only state said thoughts so often. I can only say that I plan to win so many times before I want to kill someone. But then, even that motivates me within the match as well? I just turn that anger and focus it on my match. But yeah, it does irritate me. Thanks for asking a different question. And to your question, I think the best singer won, but that Jedward will be the big success story. Go Jedward!Jay: Really? Jedward? Don’t you think they are a tad of a disgrace to Irish people?Dave: NO! Not at all. But let’s move on Jay. There’s no chance you’ll ever be hired here in ACW as an official interviewer if these are the type of questions that you’re asking.Jay: You’re right, you’re right. Well then, last Wednesday, the last image people saw as Warfare went off the air.....Dave: ...summed up exactly what is wrong in ACW at the moment. On the one hand, we had Chris Phenomenal. The coward who lured us out to the car park and fled as fast as he humanly could. But that is Chris, through and through. It’s just like how he attacked me from behind. He’s just like how he attacked you, Jay. Remember that?Jay: Bits and pieces. My head still hurts all the time. But then, I’m used to that, being your brother.Dave: I....Again, Dave starts to talk and then stops after understanding what he just heard. He throws a deathly look at his brother, before moving on.
Dave: To me, that is what Chris is all about. Cowardice. He tried to lure us in to an ambush, that failed, so he ran away. And then, you’ve got Jack, who once again floored me from behind with a weapon. Seems like that’s becoming something of a forte. In many ways, I’d brand him a coward as well, but there’s a difference between Chris and Jack. Jack’s the champ. Jack is meant to be the representative of everyone here in ACW, he’s meant to stand for what ACW stands for. And if that’s the case, then ACW stands for cheap shots and lying. Well, that ends tonight. Tonight, I take the title from Jack, and I become the rep of ACW. I become the role model, I become the mouth piece, I become the king of this mountain.Jay: SO, definitely a big night for you then?Dave: Oh yeah. After years of wanting to be “the man”, tonight, I get the chance to achieve the dream. I get the chance to take the title and bring some prestige back to it. Jack has the potential, he has the ability and he has the chance to be someone everyone can look up to, and he failed. He has failed in the responsibilities which come with being a World Champion at this level, and his chances are up. Tonight, I take on that responsibility. Tonight, I will become the World Champ, and when I do, I will make every fan of ACW proud to be a wrestling fan. And someday, they will thank me for that.Jay: Big words ahead of a big match. Before you go then, Dav.....? ? ?: What’s all this? Dave and Jay turn round quickly, looking for the source of the disapproving words. Behind Dave stands Charlotte King, with a microphone in hand. She has a horrified look on her face, as if she has just caught her boyfriend cheating on her. Indeed, Dave and Jay look at each other, a feeling of guilt evidenced on their face. She approaches them, her horror now simply anger.
King: Dave, I thought we fixed this whole personal interviewer situation with you. When we got rid of Cole…. Dave: King, I know. I’m sorry. But Jay needed some Christmas money so I thought I’d get him a temporary job round here. It’s only for one show….Jay: Unless someone likes me. Then they could bring me in full-time.King: God damn it. Seems everyone is getting their own personal interviewers again. I mean, sometimes I wonder why they even bother to keep me round here. Dave: I wouldn’t be mentioning your lack of necessity right about now, given the current economic climate.Jay: Listen, how bout I just go and leave it to you, Charlotte? It’s ok.King: Really? Jay: Yeah, go for it. And Dave. Good luck in your match.Dave: Thanks Bro, talk to you when I’m world champ.And with that, Jay turns and walks off camera. Dave and King reposition themselves so they are centered, as King composes herself.
King: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time….Dave Shadow. Dave my question at this time…what are your thoughts ahead of your match against Chris Phenomenal and Jack Jefferson tonight? Dave puts his hand up to his face and rolls his eyes up to the sky. He turns and walks off camera, as Charlotte looks after him. She looks to the camera, and from her face, it’s obvious she doesn’t have a clue why Dave reacted in that way. Still, at least she has inadvertently motivated Dave ahead of tonight’s main event, and for Dave, that’s all that is important.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2009 16:29:04 GMT -5
Mind-Bending [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] The lights come on with a bang. Four men circle each other as the crowd roars, each member of the crowd knowing any one of the men could take home the prize. As one of the men—Mr. Cat—lunges at another man—Mr. Whirlpool—Tchaikovsky’s “The Nutcracker” begins to play.
The scene switches to slow motion as Mr. Convict and Mr. Wheel stand back and watch as Mr. Cat flies over Mr. Whirlpool and crashes to the mat. Mr. Wheel decides to take this opportunity and locks Mr. Whirlpool in a side-headlock, only to be taken out by a vicious clothesline from Mr. Convict. The crowd is alive and the music continues…however, the men are not on stable footing for much longer as the ring itself turns into razor blades and falls apart.
The crowd fades out to silence and Mr. Wheel, Cat, and Convict all disappear in a sea of metal. Only Mr. Whirlpool remains, falling endlessly among a sea of metal blades. As Mr. Whirlpool descends, the song ends, and all that is left is silence and tinkling of metal hitting metal. This scene continues for a few moments looking much like a very atypical snow globe, until it suddenly blacks out and switches to Vortex’s locker room, as Vortex comes out of his slumber with a start.Vortex: Woah! Vortex sits in the silence of his locker room for a moment, staring at one of the walls. As hazy as his memory is about what he just dreamt, Vortex is nonetheless disturbed by it. He contemplates it a bit further before a knock at the door comes. Vortex is actually relieved to hear the knock and crosses the room. As he opens the door, Vortex finds none other than Kevin Anderson standing there, ready for an interview.Kevin: Vortex! I hope I haven’t disturbed your pre-match warm-up. Vortex: As if you would care any other time. Blank stare from Kevin. After a moment of awkward silence passes, Kevin straightens up and poses his first question.Kevin: About the match…do you think that you are fully prepared for it? I know that you have seemed a bit out of it the past few weeks… Vortex: Out of it? Kevin, I have been holding this belt for almost half a year now. If I was out of it, don’t you think I would have lost by now? Kevin: Hmm. Kevin fumbles around for a moment with his microphone cord before looking back up at Vortex and changing his angle a bit.Kevin: Regardless of your mental state, you have not wrestled a match in two weeks. There has to be some element of ‘ring rust’ here. Vortex: It has only been TWO weeks Kevin. I have had longer periods without a match before, and there is no element of ‘ring rust’ to consider here. Besides, I have the obvious experience advantage over every one of my competitors tonight…I have beaten people they have only seen video of. Kevin: So you are confident in your ring ability then. It is a fatal fourway though… Vortex: So you are going to throw probability into the mix now? Are the odds against me? Yes. Is that entertaining? Yes. That’s all that matters here Kevin. You could throw ten people at me and I wouldn’t care…although that would be less entertaining because people would lose track of what’s going on. So no ‘decathreats’. Kevin looks up a Vortex, takes a minute to get the joke, and laughs slightly before continuing.Kevin: It is good to see that you are in a confident mood this evening, because you are sure going to need it. These wrestlers may lack ring experience in ACW, however that does not mean that they are not fierce competitors at heart. Vortex: I fully understand that. This place needs all the heart it can get right now, and it should be a very entertaining match to say the least. Kevin: Well…thanks for the time, however if you will excuse me I have some other interviews to conduct. With that, Kevin walks away going about his business. Vortex shuts the door and returns to where he was sitting before. Now that the formalism is over, Vortex can deal with the splitting headache he has developed over the course of that interview. Something is definitely not right here…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2009 16:29:31 GMT -5
Match 1: “The Soul of Philly” TJ vs. Mystery Opponent
Enough talk; it’s time for some actions to speak much louder than words. Philip is in the ring and poised to begin as the crowds settle a little.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight’s first match is a singles contest set for one fall. Introducing first, from Philadelphia PA, the “Soul of Philly, TJ!
The beginning of TJ’s theme begins to play as the lights go out. Red, white, and gold lights flash as TJ makes his entrance, casting his gaze around at the assembled fans. TJ looks around. Red, white, and gold fireworks go off and the lights come on, TJ jumping in the air to emphasise the effect before starting to walk down to the ring. The fans lean out; TJ remains at arm’s length. He slides in the ring, goes to the corner and throws his arms in the air and then beats his chest with one arm, signalling his readiness for battle.
Philip: And his opponent...
The opening chords of “New Noise” by Refused burst into life, and the crowd breaks into cheering as the arena darkens once again.
Philip: From Sacramento, California, the Ninja Lord and Master.... SKURAI!!
It’s been some time since the former ACW champion graced the arena, and the crowd at once can see a massive match in on the cards. Cape billowing, Skurai pauses just a second on the ramp, then runs down and slides into the ring, springing to his feet and hurling his cape aside, He paces, and the referee senses that he needs to get this one going as quickly as he can.
Bell Rings.
Maxwell McNally: And we’re underway with this first match, ladies and gentlemen, which looks certain to be a fascinating contest.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: You said it Max, TJ has come to ACW with a fearsome reputation for both strength and agility, but he’s going up against another multiple champion here who’s also known for being quick and powerful. No one should expect a technical masterclass, but these two men look determined to take one another down in brutal fashion.
TJ doesn’t appear to be the kind of man to stand on ceremony; as soon as the bell sounds, he’s up close and personal with the self-proclaimed Ninja Lord. The crowd has few preconceptions with regard to the Soul of Philly, but they do know that they like seeing someone able to hit as hard as TJ can; Skurai is forced to fall back, and TJ quickly finds a rhythm, working his foe back into the corner. Skurai braces against the post and pushes forward, swinging a right hook into TJ’s temple; TJ takes a step or two back, and Skurai nimbly jumps into clear space, giving himself room to move. TJ, though, is the opposite of a lumbering giant; he twists and keeps pace, and the crowd is held riveted as the two men almost glide around the ring, light on their feet and constantly trading blows.
Looking to change things up, Skurai gets in close and grapples. The ballet skids to a halt as the competitors test one another out; Skurai begins to gain ground, shoving TJ toward the ropes, but TJ digs in and then manages to shift his hold, enabling him to execute a lift and powerslam. The crowd pops, and looking confident, TJ makes the first cover; he gets a two count before Skurai’s shoulder comes up. Skurai pushes him away and kips up to his feet, eliciting a reaction from the crowd; TJ glances at him almost nonchalantly and then performs the same feet. Skurai scowls and lunges forward; showing off his strength, TJ does not dodge, but instead muscles forward, absorbing the hit and then segueing into a fast suplex. The two quickly rise, and at once TJ repeats the move; looking more and more angry, Skurai leaps up again and this time springs sideways; TJ reads his movement and rolls in the same direction, popping up right in front of his opponent. With a yell, TJ grabs his foe and delivers an almighty DDT, to complete his trademark combination, “the Cheesesteak Combo”. A few knowledgeable crowd members mark out; the rest are impressed by the sheer force. However, the cocky look of the ACW newcomer does not exactly enamour him to all the fans, and a few chants for Skurai are heard starting up as he kicks out of TJ’s pin at 2.5.
McNally: TJ’s pretty much ruling the roost here. But how many times have we seen pride come before a fall?
Edison: To be fair, pretty much everything ends in a fall here, Max. Unless it ends in the ER...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2009 16:30:20 GMT -5
Now feeling totally in control of the match, TJ swaggers a little as he trades shots with his opponent. Skurai appears to be getting more and more frustrated; his aim becomes weaker, and as he misses a chance to deliver his leaping neckbreaker, TJ strikes with a running spear which nearly drives Skurai’s head against one of the corner posts. With his opponent down, TJ feels like showing off, and he heads into rarely visited territory by climbing up on to the post for a diving clothesline. Skurai wavers as he gets up, TJ smirks and lines up his leap...
...and then Skurai’s expression changes, becoming both sly and cold at the same time. He feints left, moving extremely rapidly and sharply, and TJ crashes down hard on to the unforgiving canvas. Pain surges through him, and suddenly it’s as if he’s surrounded; Skurai unleashes hell, stomping furiously at TJ’s head, and then ripping his foe right off the mat. With incredible strength he elevates his 275 pound opponent as high in the air as he can, before chokeslamming him down; dizzy and hurt, TJ almost fails to comprehend the count. But his instinct kicks in, and he gets his shoulder clear just before the 3 is given by the ref. Skurai raises half an eyebrow, but the look does little to help TJ as he now struggles with a crisis of confidence.
Circling like a shark, Skurai knows when he’s got an opponent mentally on the ropes. Physically, TJ is still fighting hard, and for the next couple of minutes the match swings back and forth across the ring. Skurai produces his Death Valley Bomb, again testing TJ’s endurance; TJ tries to come back, delivering a neat running leg lariat and then a german suplex when Skurai rises, but Skurai kicks out of it with attitude before the 2 mark in an obvious attempt to break his opponent’s spirit. TJ seems to be struggling to know what to do strategically; historically he has always been one of the largest men on any roster, and certainly the quickest of the power merchants. Now, faced with another wrestler minted in the same mould, he lacks a tried and tested formula to deal with the threat. A threat he hasn’t yet seen the full extent of...
Just when the match seems destined to dive into a minor lull, Skurai decides that it’s time he made an example of TJ. Smirking, he gestures at the ring, indicating ownership; TJ cannot let such a blatant snub go unanswered, and comes out fighting with a fine stream of stiff right hand blows. Skurai retreats toward the centre of the ring, but as TJ pursues him, Skurai busts through his foe’s defences and pulls off a storming Front Spinebuster. A few of the long-term ACW faithful know what’s coming, and the noise in the arena suddenly ramps up as every nerve in TJ’s body abruptly starts to screech in agony; Skurai has his foe in position, and leans back with his full weight into the Suffering (Sharpshooter).
Edison: TJ’s in real trouble now! Not so cocky now, are ya, kid?!
The crowd is on tenterhooks as Skurai wrenches at his foe with absolutely no mercy. Marooned in the middle of the ring, TJ is a long way from being able to force the break, and as sweat pours from his forehead, the noise all around him beats at his brain like a drum. Worse, above it all he can hear the harsh tones of his opponent’s voice; Skurai has always been a man of few words, and those he spits out now are designed to kill the spirit. Racked with pain, TJ’s own ethos is suddenly laid out bare in front of him; he has always been stubborn, never the type to give ground, much less the type to tap out. The very idea tastes foul. And yet TJ is now under no illusions; his opponent is every bit as ferocious, as unmovable as he is. If TJ does not surrender, Skurai could very realistically do him permanent damage, maybe even end his ACW career before it even truly begins...
And then, it hits him. It’s obvious; so obvious that for a second TJ shakes his head, as if scolding himself for a child’s error. This is why he came to ACW; to raise the bar, and challenge himself with new and tougher opponents. He never expected an easy ride; never wanted one, in fact.
A hint of a smile creeps across his lips. He clutches the canvas, and fixes his gaze on the rope in front of him.
McNally: Wait, what’s this?
Skurai feels a sharp judder through the soles of his feet, and suddenly his prey is on the move. Forced to shift his weight, Skurai tries to arrest the motion, but in doing so, he actually plays into TJ’s hands. With some of the weight off his back, TJ is able to deploy full power to his lower limbs – and with a mighty kick, he shakes Skurai’s grip. The Ninja Lord can’t hold him and the pair separate; TJ puts the many complaints of his strained muscles on hold, and rolls to his feet. He slaps his chest, and now the crowd really rises, sensing something big. Skurai whips around, and TJ finally sees what he’s been looking for – Skurai is now really pissed off, his facade abandoned.
Edison: You won’t like him when he’s angry, TJ!
McNally: I suspect the feeling’s mutual, Eddie.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2009 16:31:31 GMT -5
The two men almost fly at one another across the ring, and the crowd roars as the pair battle, not with subtlety but with an infectious relish. TJ lands a huge blow and seeks to end the match with a brutal full stop; he throws him up for his Soulbuster (Chokelift Spinebuster), but Skurai thinks quickly and comes down with a double axe handle, arresting the move before TJ can complete it. More brawling occurs, and then Skurai tries to wrap the match up with a high jump Ace Crusher. TJ takes a big hit and Skurai nearly gets the three... but nearly won’t cut it.
The fans are on their feet as TJ tries to find his; livid, Skurai whips TJ into the corner and then blasts forward, going for his Lobotomizer (Corner full frontal Shining Wizard). TJ has less than a second to react; he throws himself sideways, and Skurai steps up as he does so, getting his foot to the top of the post instead of his foe’s head. The crowd is wowed as Skurai turns this into a backflip; as he does so, TJ makes a snap decision on instinct and uses the ropes to propel himself forward....
With perfect timing, TJ spears Skurai before his feet touch the floor; the ring shakes as the two land, and TJ rises, lifting Skurai on to his shoulders and twisting into an F-5 spin. The fans go nuts as the Soul of Philly shows that he’s got serious heart, too; with a huge cry, he inverts his opponent and nails an apocalyptic piledriver to complete the P.O.D (Piledriver of Death). Skurai’s own weight makes the move truly terminal, and he is clearly out for the count as TJ covers. 1.....2....3.
McNally: It’s over, and that message will resound long and loud in these halls! That’s one for the record sheet!
Philip: Here is your winner.... the Soul of Philly, TJ!
TJ slowly stands up; his legs look a little shaky. He’s emphatically proved his class, but as he looks down and sees Skurai stirring, he understands that this will be just the first of many such clashes.
That smile’s back. It looks like ACW’s going to see quite a bit more of it... and the rest of the roster had better watch themselves.
Fade to the break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2009 16:39:07 GMT -5
Savour the Moment Jack Jefferson / Dave Shadow 20th December 2009 and everywhere around the globe people are getting swept up in the festive fever as Christmas rapidly approaches. Everywhere that isn’t ACW, that is. In the hallowed backstage area of the ACW Arena it’s all business as everybody gears themselves up for the final show of the year. So serious is the atmosphere that a single Christmas song hasn’t even been played yet; the only Christmas present on anyone’s mind is whether or not they’ll have a title belt in their stocking. Two men especially have their sights firmly set on a golden Christmas present; Dave Shadow and Chris Phenomenal, although they do have to content with Jack Jefferson assuming the role of The Grinch to ensure that they don’t have a Merry Christmas.
One of those hopeful men is in his locker room warming up as Jack Jefferson saunters in, title in pride of place on his right shoulder. Dave Shadow looks up, hearing the door swing open, and looks less than surprised as he sees the ACW World Champion stood in front of him. Jefferson smirks inwardly and casts a critical eye over Dave’s locker room as he awaits acknowledgement.Shadow: Jefferson. Should have known. It wouldn’t be an ACW pay-per-view without you dropping by to try and mouth off about our match. Got to admit though. Takes balls to walk in here after what you’ve done to me over the last two weeks. Not a whole lot of brains, mind. But balls.Jefferson: Well, as you know Dave, this time of year is all about tradition so I thought I’d keep our little PPV tradition going, wouldn’t want you feel neglected anyway. And don’t pull that “poor me” routine with me Dave, you knew exactly what you’d gotten yourself into when I relieved Dan of this title belt. Not my fault you’re gullible and trusting now is it? Shadow: Well, Jack. If the worst people can say about me is that I’m too trusting, then I guess I can be happy. But don’t worry, Jacky boy...Dave reaches out and puts his hand on Jack’s shoulder, a big smile spreading across his face.Dave: Pretty soon, I’ll have gotten my revenge, and I’ll have relieved you of that World Championship. That will be more than enough revenge for me. And something tells me that will hurt you ten times more than how you tried to hurt me as of late.Jack shrugs, throwing Dave’s hand off of him, and takes a step backwards.Jefferson: You always were overly optimistic weren’t you? Sorry to say it but that moment on Wednesday where you picked up my title is the only time you’re ever going to hold this belt. I hope you savoured it! Dave: Oh, come on Jack. It’s thanks to me that you even got that championship belt. I pushed you to your limits, and thanks to me, you were able to get the win over some might fine opponents. But now it’s time to stop all this bitching and cheap shots. Now it’s time for me, you and Chris to walk out to the ring, and beat the living daylights out of each other.Jefferson: Don’t you worry, that thieving little cunt Chris Phenomenal is gonna get exactly what’s coming to him tonight but don’t be thinking you’re going to walk away as World Champion because it just ain’t gonna happen. Dave: Dear God, Jack. How often do you have to underestimate me before you realise that I’ve got your number. How often do we have to fight and do I have to win before you stop treating me like a light weight jobber? Stop taking me so bloody lightly.Jefferson: I’m not taking you lightly don’t you worry about that, I know exactly what you’re capable of. I just wanted to warn you that the title’s going to stay where it belongs – with me. Wouldn’t want you to get your hopes up, I’d hate to crush your spirit again...especially when you consider the time of year. It just wouldn’t be the Christmassy thing to do now would it? Jefferson’s wide smirk returns, attaching itself firmly to his features. Feeling he’s got the final say he turns on his heels and makes his exit, casually shouting to Shadow as he struts away.Jefferson: See you in the ring Dave! Dave fights the urge to shout out after his departing long time foe, knowing all to well that a tit-for-tat argument is not what tonight is all about. Let Jack have his small verbal victory for now. Soon enough, he will realise that winning the battle is not important, but rather it is the war’s result that people remember. And this certainly has been a war waged on many levels.
Dave smirks to himself as he walks over to his gym bag, and continues to prepare for the match. It has most certainly been a war. One which Dave will end tonight. And he’ll be damned if he doesn’t emerge from this victorious.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2009 16:39:33 GMT -5
Segment: It’s bad enough this segment being late, but not being arsed to even name it? Is that so much to ask? Clearly it is. So I am therefore naming this segment, because it’s now on my PC and therefore my property. Henceforth, this segment shall be known as “The existential crisis of the meta-narrative in Freeman’s character work, or otherwise, who the heck is this Trace guy? Plus I’ve been to Birmingham and it’s a bit shit. Except for the Bullring. That’s all right.” (Credit: Freeman)
Okay seriously. You start a game, what's the worst part? The boring introduction. The movie's worst part? The introduction! Who really cares about the three elves seven dwarfs and nine men who are all not important in the story if the only important guy's a hobbit! And the book? Ugh...the first chapter always sucks. So while Jefferson likes opening italics, he's very strange. And he doesn't get his way, NO OPENING ITALICS FOR YOU! Anyways, though, basically this thing starts with Trace and Greg walking down a wallway. And I meant to type hallway but think that wallway is so much funnier I'm going to keep the typo in.
Trace: Did you see the way I defeated Gary last week?! HA! He barely stood a chance! I barely had to TOUCH the guy and he was defeated by Trace Birmingham!
Greg: Yes, Trace…
Greg for his part, is basically completely ignoring Trace, obviously not happy that he had to pay a lot of money to ensure Trace won his match on Wednesday, and really...he never enjoyed talking to Trace anyways. It didn't really matter as Trace was bound to keep going on regardless of whether Greg's answers fit or not.
Trace: I mean, 1…2…3! Boom! Done! Finished! Over! Just like that! Ha! And that was JUST the beginning, ya know? I mean…come on…there’s like…so many guys here. And I have to beat them all just like that! Yeah! Future ACW champion! That’s me!
Greg: Yes, very nice, Trace…
Trace: I think…when I win the title I think I need a new locker room. With like…a bowling alley or something! And a movie theater! Where’s that match card that Charlotte talked about last week…like…I didn’t even know they HAD one of those!
Greg: Yes, whatever you say, Trace…
Trace: I thought like…people…just…like…knew this stuff! I mean they always show up for the matches…but…like…come on, a match card? Do you think I have to find it online? Or do I have to like---
Suddenly Trace sees Ginger walking in the opposite direction and he runs up to him
Trace: Hey! Hey! Hey, Ging! Hey!
Ginger: Look, I have very important business, and I---
Trace: Ah, don’t worry, I’ll be quick! Hey, who am I beating tonight? I think I’m ready to step it up. How about Alex Trixier! I don’t like that guy, and I think it’s time I sent him back where he came from!
Ginger: Trace, you aren’t booked tonight, so why don’t you just go home, and take off. Now, please leave me alone. Now.
Trace stares after him, looking shocked.
Trace: WHAT?! Not booked tonight?!
Greg: Ah well, we’ll have to just---
Trace: HEY! NOBODY DOESN’T BOOK THE MOST AWESOME WRESTLER EVER IN THE WHOLE UNIVERSE TRACE BIRMINGHAM! I mean, I came all the way here! On a Sunday! THE HOLY DAY! For nothing!
Greg: Since when do YOU care about religion?
Trace: Er…I don’t…but…but STILL. HE DIDN’T KNOW THAT.
Greg: Just think of it as an opportunity to take a break. After your “grueling” contest last week…
Trace: Yeah…that WAS pretty grueling. But still! This is like…a conspiracy or something! I mean…how am I going to become ACW champion at THIS rate. I wanted to make my DEBUT TO PPV! This was going to be the FIRST match on my Best of Trace Birmingham DVD SET! And now they’ll be NO FIRST MATCH on the DVD because now I don’t HAVE a first PPV debut!
Greg doesn’t even bother sorting out this logic.
Greg: Well, perhaps you haven’t made an impact yet. Why don’t you actually…TRAIN…over the holiday break. And then when the new year starts, we can worry about getting some momentum.
Greg personally just wants to go home. Trace’s company got tiresome after a very short time, and any thing to get him some peace would be great at the moment.
Trace: Momentum…that’s IT! I’ve got it Greg! I’ve got it! Oh this is perfect! Just you wait, as soon as ACW returns, Trace Birmingham WILL be talked about on wrestling message boards ALL over the world! I’ve got it Greg! I’VE GOT IT! We’ve got two more years before the world ends and I’m going to make this count! I have to go home and plan, Greg!
Greg: Yeah, if you---wait…you’re actually going to do some work? Today? Now?
Trace: I…hm…yeah…weird…wow, I’ve never really worked so far ahead of something before! I mean the show’s not even tomorrow, yet…for some reason I want to plan! This is an epiphagy Greg! I’ve had one! And now, I’m going to be the next ACW champion! Yes! These fans will see a NEW TRACE BIRMINGHAM.
Greg: The old one’s only existed for two weeks
Trace: Yeah, but the new one’s even better! Trace Birmingham 4.2! Coming up!
And with that Trace Birmingham runs off, eager to plan for what may be the first time in his life. He’s got a lot of work to do. As for Greg, he can finally relax because the holidays are a time to not worry about work, not worry about ACW, and not worry about Trace Birmingham.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2009 16:40:38 GMT -5
Title: Distractions Credit: Trent Wheeler
Winter's Discontent has gotten underway. The fans are hoping for one hell of a show. Kevin Anderson is in the back with a microphone, waiting to interview one of the participants in the Fatal Four-way match for the Entertainment Title, Trent Wheeler.
Kevin Anderson Hello! Kevin Anderson here. I'm waiting for Wheeler, but I heard some things through the grapevine about his relationship with-
Wheeler walks into the frame a places his hand on Anderson's shoulder, clamping it down.
Trent Wheeler What have you heard Kevin. Tell me, I would like to know.
Kevin Anderson Umm...Just that Ryan is working behind your back. He's missing again tonight, isn't he?
Trent Wheeler Heh. For once you got your info right. No Ryan's not here, but he isn't "working" behind my back. It's got to be something important, cause he wouldn't miss my title shot.
Kevin Anderson Oh yeah, I hear it's real important. I hear he's doing recruitment for the Wolves again. I mean, now that one of the original members is a big time player, why not?
Trent Wheeler There's no way Kev. The old Ryan Stark, yeah, I wouldn't put it past him, but the new Ryan would never do that. I told him no and he respects that...
Kevin Anderson You soon like a bad TV show. I'm sure he respects what you want though.
Anderson begins to laugh. Wheeler runs his fingers through his hair in thought. Maybe Stark still didn't have his best interests in mind.
Kevin Anderson So Trent. Anything you wanna say about tonight's match?
Trent Wheeler Hmm. I think I should call Rai...We need to have a little chat.
Wheeler walks off, leaving Anderson smiling.
Kevin Anderson Guess I might have put a damper on his day.
Fade
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2009 16:41:40 GMT -5
Segment: Out of the Shadow is a Soul by TJ and Dave Shadow *We come to the backstage area, specifically, the locker room as we see TJ undoing his wrist tape. He finishes as we see Dave Shadow walk up to TJ, who has now finished taking off the tape and is relaxing, leaning against his locker while sitting on a bench.*
Dave: Hey,TJ. I saw what happened out there, and how you handled yourself. Just wanted to say I was impressed. Seriously impressed. You've really got some amazing potential dude.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Thanks man. Really I couldn’t have done it without that talk me and you had.
Dave: Hehe, yeah. I do have that affect on some people. But seriously, all I did was talk to you. It was you who went out there and wrestled. I may have motivated you, but you need to start having more confidence in your own skills. If I'm being honest, and trying to remain modest, I see some similarities between me and you. It's only a year ago since I was in your position, fighting to be seen and trying to prove myself. See where I am now? I have no doubt you could be in this position quicker than I reached it.Cause, TJ? You have some mad skills.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea I’m starting to see that too. Don’t know how Ginger saw that without really seeing a match like I had tonight. Hopefully, that’s the only match where I both hot and cold in. I don’t like feeling out of it without getting hit in the head a few times, but like I said, I probably wouldn’t be here tonight if it wasn’t for you. If you need anything let me know.
Dave: TJ. That's an offer I may just take you up on some day.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Alright man, good luck tonight, you better walk out with the title.
Dave: Dude, don't you worry. I will. See you round.
*Dave leaves the locker room as TJ grabs a towel and head to the showers.* Section Break Mind-Bending (Part 2) [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] It was almost match time, and Vortex cannot seem to focus. After that disturbing dream from earlier, Vortex’s mind is blank and all he can do is sit and stare at the wall. Being that it was a PPV and that he had not only a title match but also a fatal fourway to look forward to…it was time to make a call. Vortex takes out his phone, dials Abel’s number, and waits.Ring…
What kind of dream was that? Was Atrus playing tricks, or had he truly taken too many blows to the head?
Ring…
Would he act the dream out later? Certainly not in its presented form, however razor blades were involved.
Ring…
Razor blades are never good in the hands of the insane.
Ring…
Why the hell isn’t he picking u—Abel: Hello? Vortex: Abel? We need to talk…now.Abel: I’m kind of busy at the moment Dimitrius… Vortex stands up from the bench he was sitting on and proceeds to yell into the phone.Vortex: Busy? BUSY? Why haven’t you returned my calls the last month? Where did you go? Do you have any idea how far I’ve fallen mentally? Abel: Calm down, Dimitrius. I have found Winters…and Felicity. Vortex: That’s all well and good, however I can now SEE Atrus. Abel: What? Vortex: Not only that, but I just had a dream involving The Nutcracker…and razor blades. A moment of silence on the other end, and then Vortex can hear Abel talking to someone in the background.Vortex: Abel? Abel: Just a second Dimitrius. Atrus appearing to you is a sign of you taking more head trauma than you should…as we have anticipated it is an inevitable side-effect of your profession. The razor blades however… Vortex stands with baited breath, hoping that Abel can resolve the mystery for him. If Abel was with Winters, then he should definitely be able to. A few seconds pass, and Vortex can hear ‘can you rewind that?’ in the background, and then Abel starts speaking once more.Abel: Dimitrius…we are watching a video. Vortex: So? Abel: …of a naked man shooting mannequins in an empty apartment… Vortex: What the fu—Abel: Dimitrius. Before you question me, listen. This man has the same symptoms you do, and his mannequin shooting habits started with a dream. He had more such dreams, and started to act them out. Vortex: Oh, GREAT. I cannot strip naked here…I’m at work for God’s sake! Abel: Not to worry. It will take months before you start doing that…if you start. This is just one isolated case. Vortex: But why is he doing that? And why am I dreaming these things? Abel: Exodus. One could hear a pin drop, which is how silent the situation has become. Vortex stands there, unable to form a response, and Abel is not saying a word either.Abel: Dimitrius? Vortex: How…how did you know? Abel: Your dream told me everything. This man—the one on the video—was taking Exodus regularly before he went totally off the deep end. Vortex: So, how do we fix it? Abel: We need more time here Dimitrius. I will formulate a plan with Dr. Winters, and then I will call you back. Until then, try to control it as much as possible. I know that seems impossible, however if you actively fight against it, you will give us more time, and if we have more time, we can fix the problem a lot faster. Vortex: …Abel: Trust me Dimitrius. I do know you have a match to prepare for, as I saw the show earlier this week. So it would be in your best interest to go do that. We will talk later. An audible click is heard, and then Vortex is cast into silence once more. Vortex knew two things…one he needed to win tonight, possibly more than ever. Secondly…he no longer liked razor blades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2009 16:42:14 GMT -5
Segment: Christmas Memories (Credit: Michael Smart)
The scene begins with a shot of a locker room. In the locker room are two people. One, wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans is Michael Smart, sitting on a bench, holding a red envelope in his hands. The other, wearing a red shirt and white track pants is Daniel Smart, sitting next to him, looking at the envelope. Daniel is looking at the letter with a childish glee in his eyes. Michael on the other hand has his usual, serious expression.
Daniel Smart: Well, what are you waiting for? Open it!
Michael Smart: Alright, no need to yell.
Michael opens the envelope, pulling a Christmas card from inside it. The card has a nice picture of a decorated Christmas tree with some snow on top of it and the words "Merry Christmas!" on one side. Michael turns the card around to read the writing on the other side.
Michael Smart: "Merry Christmas and happy new year to my son and nephew, I hope you will keep up the good work next year. Love, dad/Uncle Mark."
Daniel Smart: Wait, this will be my first Christmas away from home, and my cheapskate dad can't even bother to send seperate cards for us?
Michael Smart: Well...
Daniel Smart: And he couldn't even mention us by name?
Michael Smart: To be fair, his memory has never been the greatest...
Daniel Smart: Don't talk that way about my dad!
Michael Smart: Sorry, I was just saying.
Michael puts the card back in the envelope, putting the envelope into a gym bag he had sitting beside his feet.
Daniel Smart: Anyway, Christmas is next week! This time of year always makes me feel like a kid again.
Michael Smart: Yeah, you really loved Christmas as a kid. You were always so excited about getting to visist Santa Claus at the mall, too.
Daniel Smart: Yeah. I still remember the time I found out Santa was our neighbour Lucas.
Michael Smart: Yeah...
Daniel Smart: I mean, how cool is it to know Santa's secret identity?!?
Michael Smart: ...Daniel, there's something I should tell you.
Daniel Smart: What is it?
Michael Smart: Never mind.
Daniel Smart: Okay. Hey, remember the time you tried to put the star on top of our Christmas tree and accidentally pushed the tree down and it fell on top of our new TV?
Michael Smart: Yeah, uncle Mark yelled at me for like an hour. Oh, remember when we got into a snowball fight and you accidentally threw a ball on the windshield of a car that was passing by?
Daniel Smart: Oh yeah. We must've broken a world record at running back inside. Remember when dad kicked you out of our house back when you first started in GWF and you were on a huge losing streak? That was so funny!
Michael Smart: ...No it wasn't.
Daniel Smart: Oh, get a sense of humour! Anyway, I'll be back later.
Daniel gets up and starts walking towards the door.
Michael Smart: Where are you going?
Daniel Smart: I saw a mistletoe hanging from the roof nearby and there's this hot intern that needs to constantly go under it.
Michael Smart: I see...
Daniel opens the door, leaving the room and shutting the door behind him. Michael on the other hand decides to get up and start exercising, always wanting to be ready for anything. Michael puts his hands behind his neck and starts doing squats as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2009 16:42:55 GMT -5
Sayonara San Chris Phenomenal
The scene opens in the backstage area to a wash of the blue shirted ACW Security, standing in front of the ACW Referee’s locker room. The head security official knocks at the door and waits for a second as the door swings open revealing Keiji Makabe standing their in his officials shirt.
Keiji Makabe: How can I help you?
ACW Security: Keiji Makabe?
Keiji Makabe: Yes.
ACW Security: You’re going to need to come with us?
Keiji Makabe: I’m confused, I have match to referee?
ACW Security: I’m sorry sir but you won’t be refereeing tonight. Chairman Gingerdude has ordered us to escort you from the premises.
Keiji Makabe: But why?
ACW Security: I’m sorry sir but I’m not supposed to release that information.
Keiji Makabe: I not leave until you tell me.
ACW Security Sir, you’re supposed to come with me. Orders of the Chairman.
Keiji Makabe: No! I no go until you tell me why.
ACW Security Sir.
Keiji Makabe: No!
ACW Security Sir!
Keiji Makabe: No!
ACW Security SIR!
Keiji Makabe: NO!
The ACW Security man just shakes his head as he turns and looks at the stubborn Keiji Makabe refusing to budge.
ACW Security Sir, if you don‘t come with us peacefully, we will be forced to remove you by force.
Keiji Makabe: You no touch.
ACW Security Then sir if you just…
Keiji Makabe: You no touch!
ACW Security I‘m sorry it had to come to this sir.
The ACW Security shrugs his shoulders and two other guys reach out and grab Keiji Makabe who smacks them away.
Keiji Makabe: You no speak English. What part of You no touch, you no understand?
This time four more security guards step up and grab Makabe who despite the fight he puts up begins to get dragged away by the ACW Security, shouting out as they pull him towards the exit.
Keiji Makabe: RAPE!
His cries however do not help him as the security drags him round the corner as the exit sign is now in sight.
Keiji Makabe: RAPE!!
This time his cries are heard but it is too late as just as he is carried out the exit, Chris Phenomenal comes rounding the corner coming after him.
Chris Phenomenal: Hey, what the fuck. He’s the referee for tonight’s main…
Chris is stopped as the door slams shut behind the security guards as Chris shakes his head.
Chris Phenomenal: Fuck!
The scene fades away as Chris looks at the door. Even the best laid plans don’t always work.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2009 16:43:31 GMT -5
Match 2: ACW Entertainment Title Match Vortex(c) vs. The Red Panther vs. Trent Wheeler vs. Criminal (Credit: Dan White) We fade back in, and all four competitors are standing in the ring, ready for this match. I don't have time for a proper entrance, so I'm sorry The Bell Rings The match begins in a rather high tempo, with all four men looking over at each other closely, before exploding out of their respective corners, locking up. And it's certainly an interesting lock up, with VorteX and Panther locking up, but over their lock up Wheeler and Criminal lock up, making an X-shaped lock up. All four are unable to win their grapple hold, presumably due to the situation they were all in, and they are all resigned to breaking the holds. Standing back a couple of steps, they all look at each other again, before VorteX and Panther suddenly turn around, planting Criminal and Wheeler respectively, to cheers from the crowd. VorteX forces Criminal into the corner with a barrage of kicks to the stomach, before forcing a powerful Roundhouse kick into the face, and Criminal reacts like he's been shot, flying up before being seated in the corner. Panther meanwhile is throwing a number of punches into Wheeler's face, but Wheeler manages to resist, dodging a punch and in turn flipping Panther onto his shoulders and into a punishing Samoan Drop. Instinctively he goes for the cover, but with VorteX watching over like a hawk, the champion can admire the cover for a moment, before brutally delivering an Elbow Drop, breaking up the cover in powerful fashion. VorteX quickly gets back up, taking Wheeler and delivering a swift Snap Suplex. He then makes his own cover, but Wheeler is able to raise a shoulder before three. VorteX sighs a tad, but he manages to pick himself up. But he's surprised with Criminal grabbing him from behind, and bends him backwards, hitting a Reverse DDT. The rookie gets up and punches the air with his fist, delighted with being able to bring the champion down in that manner. There's a brief pop from the crowds, but the youngster is literally brought down to earth by Red Panther, who has been able to recover from the earlier Samoan Drop, and Panther hits him hard in the face with a resounding Jumping Knee Strike. Criminal manages to get his arms in the way, but it doesn't stop him falling to the ground, although he knows that he's been able to deal with some damage limitation. Panther nods in approval of himself, as he looks to Wheeler, and decides that he can be the next victim. He lifts Wheeler up, placing him in the corner, before throwing a few elbows. Wheeler manages to block a few of them, but the elbows are clearly taking their toll. But Wheeler is no stranger to a good brawl, and he manages to stave Panther off, throwing him into the corner in the process, and delivering one of his trademark Running Shoulder Block to the Corner. He follows this up with a second one, but a third is cunningly reversed into a Drop Toe Hold from Panther, who sends Wheeler flying into the bottom turnbuckle, cracking his head off it in the process.
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