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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 31, 2009 16:32:45 GMT -5
ACW Presents: New Years’ Revolutions A Bizarro New Year Special
Thursday 31st December 2009 Featuring: ----------------------------
“Man and Beast” Match: Chris Phenomenal vs. The Red Panther (with special guest participants)
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7-a-side Football Match: ACW All-Stars vs. Premier League All-Stars
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“The Soul of Philly” TJ vs. Rocky Balboa
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Chance Emmerson vs. ANTHEM
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“Political Activism” Multi-man Match: Team Senator vs. Team Obama
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 31, 2009 16:34:36 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Welcome to the Freak Show Credit: Chris Phenomenal
The scene and our show opens to Chris Phenomenal, sitting on the couch in the lobby of the Senatorial office. The call for a new years’ show is welcomed by the roster members for reasons aplenty. An extra pay check, a love of the business, the chance to compete one more time. For some however, it keeps them away from other things, more pressing issues and that brings us back to Phenomenal, sitting on the couch staring at the ceiling before he is interrupted by a soft sound coming from below his feet.
Looking down, he sees a furry black cat; those who have followed ACW long enough recognize the familiar pattern of Richard Parker staring up at him, his eyes softly drooping as Chris leans over, pausing his hand over his nose and then scratching behind his ear, his eyes pandering to Chris before he backs away.
Richard Parker: Ahhh, nothing like a pre-match rub down.
Immediately Chris shakes his head and looks down at Parker, thoroughly shocked. It’s unclear whether this is due to the apparent fact of a cat being able to talk, or that said cat sounds almost exactly like 80s beach “legend” David Hasselhof.
Richard Parker: Yes that’s right, I’m talking to you, Christopher.
Chris just shakes his head, still in utter disbelief.
Richard Parker: Come on Chris, is it really so hard to believe that I can talk?
Chris runs his hand through his spiked blonde hair and rubs at his eyes before looking back at the spot, hoping he is dreaming but Richard Parker is still there, staring up at him.
Richard Parker: Hey, while I’m here, think you could get me right there? I’ve had this killer itch and just can’t reach it, you see.
Parker walks over to Chris and tries to rub his neck against his leg as Chris looks on.
Chris Phenomenal: This is seriously messed up, I haven’t smoked in near two months and now this? Must be some form of flashback or something.
Richard Parker: No, it’s not a flashback, I’m really right here, talking to you. Now bend over and get this spot for me.
Obliging Chris bends over and scratches the spot for Parker who purrs gently as Chris heaves a sigh of relief, his “flashback” seemingly over and now just a tame cat in front of him, turning his head and giving him a quick nip of appreciation.
Richard Parker: So, how are we going to win this match tonight?
Chris looks down again, shocked, confused and one hundred other adjectives as Parker nips at him again.
Richard Parker: I talked to Gingerdude earlier, got that man on speed dial, he’s always willing to listen to my ideas. In fact it was on my advice he signed you, even with your massively bloated contract which I’ll say up and to this point you’ve earned. Anyways, he agreed to put me in a match…with you, seeing as tonight is a special show and all. In fact he had just the idea. You see, it’s going to be Man and Cat vs. Man and Cat, You and I taking on The Red Panther and A Red Panther in a tag team match.
Chris Phenomenal: .......What?
Parker looks up at Chris and shakes his head slightly.
Richard Parker: Come on Chris, I know you’re not as thick headed as you look.
Chris Phenomenal: Hey!
Richard Parker: Oh, what’s a joke between teammates?
Chris Phenomenal: Teammates?
Richard Parker: Yes, in the tag team match I just told you about. Do try and keep up.
Chris Phenomenal: Now hold up, I didn’t agree to this. You’re a fuckin’ cat for Christ’s sake!
Richard Parker: That’s okay, we’re facing another cat. You were listening, I know you were. We’re talking on a Red Panther.
Chris Phenomenal: Yeah, that’s probably ten times the size of you.
Richard Parker: It’s not the size of the dog in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the dog, my Padawan.
Chris Phenomenal: But you’re a fuckin’ cat.
A silence falls over the room for a moment as neither Chris nor Parker flinches.
Richard Parker: Point taken.
Chris looks down at Parker again and shakes his head, trying to clear it as Parker decides to poke some fun at his partner, waving his paw in the air, stopping Chris.
Chris Phenomenal: Now that’s just mean.
Richard Parker: No, I thought it was cute actually. I could have been like one of those, what are they called?
Chris Phenomenal: Lolcats?
Richard Parker: Yes yes, those are them, lolcats.
Chris looks down again and pauses as Parker stares back at him.
Chris Phenomenal: What am I doin’ talkin’ to a fuckin’ cat? Call me fuckin’ Zevon they will.
Richard Parker: But as I keep telling you, dear heart, I’m not just a cat; I’m your partner.
Chris Phenomenal: Yeah, Partner, sure.
Richard Parker: Good. Now that you’ve come to accept our arrangements for this evening, I do come with one small message from mumsy and that’s that if any hair on me shall be harmed, she’ll be coming after you. And trust me, you won’t like that.
Chris Phenomenal: Really… your mom? I’m supposed to be afraid of some ancient kitten, right? Probably some wonderful God of Egypt who passed down their ability to speak to you.
Richard Parker: You wish.
Chris Phenomenal: Oh, really? Then who is your mother?
Richard Parker: Well, mumsy isn’t my genetic mother as such, that’s just a pet name I have for her. I suppose you humans would call her my owner, one Alicia Kitsune. She said she’s put the whole kidnapping thing behind her, actually she asked me to tell you she quite enjoyed the time away from Helena and Riccardo, gosh I love those two, they’re so adorable, rolling around now, trying to walk, learning to talk, at least I think that’s what they’re doing. You never know with them, awful mongrels in their breed if I can be completely honest here. Hispanic and British? The accent those two kids are going to have... I pity their teachers.
As Parker’s diatribe finishes, Chris’ mood grows awfully serious. There are few people who can strike fear in the heart of Chris Phenomenal and while on the outside he may not show it, deep down, like every member of the ACW roster there is always that fear of Alicia Kitsune and what she could do to a man with relative ease.
Richard Parker: So anyways, I’ve been watching a lot of your matches, as I said I’m a big fan. I ended up picking up a few tips and I’ve been working on this one with Riccardo, feisty little lad he is, just like his father. Anyways, I call it the Supercat Punch, see, watch this.
With that Parker leaps up onto the couch before springing off and slamming his paw right into a shocked Chris Phenomenal who topples over, Parker landing on his chest as he looks down, Chris staring up right into his eyes from the distance as big as saucers.
Richard Parker: See, just like that, we’ll do fine, Superman Punch, Supercat Punch and we’re good to go.
Chris Phenomenal: Right.
Richard Parker: Anyways, I must be going, I just came by to tell you about our match and show you that move. I’ll see you out there.
Parker hops off of Chris and wanders towards the door as Chris sits up.
Chris Phenomenal: Please, just let this trip end.
Parker turns back, shaking his head.
Richard Parker: It’s not a trip silly, it’s a Bizarro show, anything can…and most likely will happen tonight.
Satisfied, Parker begins to head out the door before Chris interrupts again.
Chris Phenomenal: Wait, Bizarro what?
Richard Parker: Bizarro show, anything, even outside of the realms of possibility will happen, only occurs when Saturn and Pluto align themselves or something, but when it does, wow. It’s special, you’re lucky to be a part of it.
With that Parker is finally able to saunter out the door, as Chris looks on shaking his head.
Chris Phenomenal: Wow!
And with that single word, Chris sums up what you will witness tonight. The stars of ACW coming together to present whatever comes to their mind, an out-of-canon experience in which as Richard Parker alluded to, anything can and will happen.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 31, 2009 16:36:56 GMT -5
Segment: Shocked! (Credit: BK London) As everything fades from black, we are taken to a shot that is from the eyes of BK London himself. After falling asleep after playing the beta version of Pokemon HeartGold, he wakes up to the sound of large squacking by what appears to be a flock of birds. Sitting up, he finds himself in the middle of a dirt road that appears to be in the middle of a forrest. But before he can even ask himself any questions, he notices a person sprinting towards him.??: Aaaaaaaah - oof! Without even seeing BK London at all, she trips over the legs of BK London and lands face first into the dirt - not exactly her finest moment. As she hits the ground, what appears to be three tiny pokeballs rolls away from her pocket and right by BK London. London is a bit shocked seeing those pokeballs roll before him, but the kid doesn't even notice it and he picks herself up and continues to race down the path.BK London: Hey, HEY! London attempts to get the attention of the mysterious person, but she's too far off in the distance to even hear anything. BK grabs the Pokeballs and examines them, and then looks around at his surroundings and sees a Caterpie crawl by, a Mankey swinging from branch to branch, and Sentret resting comfortably up high in the trees above.
The first question London asks himself is, "What in the blue hell is going on?", but before he can come up with an answer to this - he hears the sounds of squawking closing in on him. He turns in the direction from where the kid came, and sees a large flock of Spearow and Fearow coming his way - and they look PISSED.BK wastes no time picking himself up and he races down the path to where the kid ran, and as he's sprinting himself - the Spearow/Fearow flock are closing in quickly. He tries to close his eyes and imagine himself out of this whole situation, but as he opens them back up - he can see once again nothing but an endless trail of forest in front of him.
What BK doesn't see however, is a group of Torchic crossing the road to get to the other side of the forest, leading to the obvious joke of 'Why did the Torchic cross the road?', nonetheless - like the other trainer, he managed to trip over one of the cute Torchic's and he is sent to the ground below. London turns around and anticipates the worst, as the flock of Fearow looks to want to gouge his eyes out with his peck - but finally someone comes to London's rescue.??: Luxray! Charge Beam! Leaping in like the lion his Pokemon is based off of - Luxray lands in front of BK London and it's body begins to exude sparks. Soon enough, a large bolt of lightining shoots in the direction of the Fearow & Spear and strikes head on. The flying pokemon, which are weak to electric attacks, drop like flies and some even smartly retreat back to where they come from.
London takes several breaths, attempting to take in what happened - and a trainer emerges from the trees and heads over towards BK London.??: Are you ok? Obviously shocked by this whole situation, no pun intented, London pulls himself away and tries to evaluate everything that just went on in his head.??: Whoa, no need to act like that to the person who just saved your life. It was true, he did just save his life. And whether or not he knew him or not, or saw a giant black electric lion behind him - he knew thanking him was the right thing to do.BK London: Sorry...sorry, I'm just still a little shook from everything that is going on. Umm, can you tell me exactly where I am? And exactly who you are? ??: Well first thing's first, my name is Jakie - and I'm a Pokemon Trainer, and currently you are currently in Fallout Forest. Fallout Forest? Jakie? Fallout? Jake Cheng? Things seemed too good to be true, and London steps closer towards Jake and analyzes him, scans him. He walks around him, and notices the few resemblences to his partner Jake Cheng from the dreads and the Kung Fu pants - but he also comes with new Trainer like qualities.Jake Cheng: Is there something wrong? BK London: No, no, not at all - my name's BK London by the way. Jake Cheng: London huh? Well it's nice to meet you...what do you say you dust yourself off and we take a trip over to the Pokemon center for a few refreshments, on me. Pokemon Center?
And then it dawns on BK, as if it weren't obvious enough from the Fearow, Pokeballs, and the Luxray - he's not in the normal world. For some reason, that shock must've adversely affected the game and himself and lead him into some sort of Pokemon world. Nonetheless, he agrees with Jakie and the two head down the path towards the Pokemon Center in the nearest town.
To Be Continued...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 31, 2009 16:38:05 GMT -5
Title: Turmoil (Part 1) Credit: Trent WheelerTrent Wheeler is seen in the back, pacing back and forth in the locker room, looking concerned. He's still in his normal clothes, black t-shirt and jeans, and has an angry look on his face.Trent Wheeler Dammit Rai! You take a week off, don't even tell me what you’re doing, then tell me to get to the arena early, and you’re not even here! Jesus man, what the hell could be so important!Just as Wheeler finishes speaking, his cellphone goes off, playing his theme song, which is avaliable on ACW.shop.com. Trent Wheeler Rai! Where the hell are you?Wheeler's phone is on speaker now.Ryan Stark Trenty Trenty Trenty. It's been fun, it really has. I made you champion through my special kind of training. You didn't even know you were getting it!Trent Wheeler Ryan, you’re not the reason I won the Entertainment Title. I won because my determination.Ryan Stark Hahaha! What a fuckin' joke Trent! I thought you were smarter now but I guess I was wrong. Your still as hopeless as ever. I'll be keeping your title.Trent Wheeler What? I have the title with me.Ryan Stark You think so? Hehe. Why don't you check?Wheeler eyes widen. He walks over to where he has placed his bag. Wheeler digs through it, tossing aside clothing and electronics in his mad search for the title.Ryan Stark What's wrong Trent? Can't find it? That's because I have it right here with me. If you want it, well, you'll just have to find me. Later Trenty.Stark hangs up on Wheeler. Wheeler looks shocked. How did Stark get the title in the first place? He hasn't been around. Wheeler doesn't have time to think. He leaves the room to search for Stark.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 31, 2009 16:38:41 GMT -5
*We open the scene backstage as we see TJ, Raj , and Joseph Khan walking around, Raj with his camera on his shoulder, looking around for a good spot to set up the camera. He stops and looks into a dark room.* TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Yo, T! What about in here? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Ah, dude, do I look like I want to be in ANOTHER dark closet that I can barely fit in? TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Come on, you know how people are once they find a spot they like. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea, YOU like this dark and small spaces because that’s what your use to. Look, when I find a spot, it’ll be one you like too. Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joseph.Khan So, what are we exactly doing? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Looking for a spot that we can call our own so people like that Anderson guy can be the one asking me questions. Really, I want to just kick that fucker in the face. *And wouldn’t you know it, the moment his name is mentioned, Kevin Anderson shows up with Butch the camera man. Kevin’s wearing an obnoxious blue suit with a white tie. TJ, Raj, and Joesph stop and just watch “The Internet” strut up to them.* The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Would you like to say that on the record, TJ? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Would you want that to happen? Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joseph.Khan] TJ relax. Joseph Khan, former- The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Cut it out Khan. I know you, started out as a backstage interviewer with TRWF, couldn’t cut it, was hired as the ring announcer for ECF, and hasn’t done anything since ECF shut down until TJ threw you a bone. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Do you want me to put my foot up your ass fool? The.Internet Kevin.Anderson And you would be who? TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings And this guy calls himself “The Internet”. Names Gings, Roger Gings, friends call me Raj. I’ve been TJ’s personal cameraman since he started out. The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Ah, that would be why you wouldn’t be that important, you’re TJ’s personal camera man. This is Butch, ACW best camera, therefore the best cameraman in the business. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Is that so? Well, I think my friend here is just a bit better. The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Well, seeing how you scheduled a ACW interview, looks like you two need to leave TJ so me and Butch can show you have to conduct an interview. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ If it’ll make you shut the hell up, then fine, Joseph, Raj, just continue to look for that room. The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Yea go do that. *Raj and Joseph gives TJ a handshake and continue on their search without the superstar. Kevin pulls a microphone out of his back pocket as Butch starts to set up the camera. He turns it on and the red light goes on, unbeknownst to Kevin.* The.Internet Kevin.Anderson So, how much are you pay Khan and Raj? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ More than you get paid. The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Really, well not surprising, ACW is a bunch of cheapskates. *Butch clears his throat and Kevin turns to him to see Butch pointing at the red light. TJ laughs as Kevin’s face gets as red as TJ’s ring gear that he has on. He takes a deep breath as he turns back to TJ to start the interview* The.Internet Kevin.Anderson The Internet here with “The Soul of Philly” TJ, who is coming off an impressive victory over former ACW World Champion Skurai. TJ how was it going against a former world champion in your “first” ACW match? On Winter’s Discontent no less? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Well, Kevin, where my mind was before the match, I think it actually helped me win that match. I wasn’t sure if I could hang in ACW. I knew my abilities would carry me, but confidence is what will push you. You know, a man my size could beat a man of your wrestling abilities, but someone like Skurai, if I didn’t wake up during that match, I’m not here talking to you about the victory. A former world champion is exactly what I needed. Had I faced someone like you, I would have won easily and would believe I was able to hang, but the moment I face someone like Jack Jefferson or The Red Panther, I would have surely had second thoughts the moment I start to get knocked down. With the way my match at Winter’s Discontent went, it allowed me to see what I needed to do. And now, I know for a fact that the guys in the back are on noticed who I am and what I can do. The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Ok, then why did you challenge Sylvester Stallone to a match this week? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I didn’t. I challenged Rocky Balboa, the Italian Stallion for the right to call the winner “The True Soul of Philadelphia”. Everywhere I go people know Philly for 5 things: Cheesesteaks, The Philles, The Eagles, the Rocky movies, and yours truly. The Phillies and Eagles are nice and all, and a lot of people pay to see them win, but all but a few understand what Philadelphia is about. Cheesesteaks are delicious and all, but hell, they are food, it doesn’t even have a heartbeat. The only thing that the people of Philadelphia can relate to and know it can understand is Rocky. Hell, we have a statue of Rocky in the city. So to settle it once and for all, me vs Rocky Balboa. The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Do you really expect this to prove anything? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Prove anything to you? No. To me and the people of Philadelphia? Yes. You see I heard what you said about Philadelphia last week, about it being a loser town. Those” losers” hold onto a few things, the most being their families and their role models. Me and Rocky are two of their role models because, while Rocky is fictitious, we both came from Philadelphia, we both overcame the influence of the street, and we both went on to have success. The.Internet Kevin.Anderson So you are willingly going from a world champion to a fictitious character? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Hell yea. The.Italian.Stallion Rocky.Balboa Uh……TJ! Uh ah blabashashlaho *The camera turns to see Sylvester Stallone in his Rocky gear, boxing gloves on his hands and yellow and black jacket over his shoulders. Next to him is a man in a yellow and black suit.* The.Internet Kevin.Anderson What the hell? Sylvester Stallone? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Dumbass, it’s Rocky Balboa, not Sly. The.Italian.Stallion Rocky.Balboa uh mabhasoueaslabaho. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Did you understand him? The.Internet Kevin.Anderson No, was hoping you did. Rocky’s.Translator He said he’s happy to be here in ACW and looks forward to facing TJ. The.Internet Kevin.Anderson And you are? Rocky’s.Translator Mr. Balboa’s translator as the blows to his head have left his brain in mush. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Makes sense. The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Yea. So is Mr. Balboa ready for his match against TJ? The.Italian.Stallion Rocky.Balboa Uh mahbabApolloasywaHulkHoganashdupwenabaDragoabhoasbheAnyone. Rocky’s.Translator He said he’s faced Apollo, beat Drago and even beat Hulk Hogan. Mr. Balboa can beat anyone. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Is that so? Look Rocky, you’ve done a lot for Philadelphia, but I’m “The Soul of Philly”. I challenged you because everyone thinks you are. The.Italian.Stallion Rocky.Balboa No, uh damubalobahlalalup. Rocky’s.Translator He said you challenged him to get your ass kicked. And that you are a farce. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You know, I was going to let you walk out with a loss, but now, Rocky, I’m going to end you so you can’t make any more movies. Rocky Balboa was a horrible movie. I’m sad to say I’ve watched that movie more than once. *Just then Rocky pops TJ in the mouth and Kevin laughs. TJ gets knocked down, but sits there and feels his jaw as Rocky puts his arms in the air.* The.Italian.Stallion Rocky.Balboa Uh I uh going to uh knock you out punk! Wrestling has made uh boxing forgettable and uh I am uh gonna prove uh boxing is a true sport and is uh better than wrestling. ADRIAN!!!! *Rocky hops away throwing punches at the air as his translator follows him, putting his hand on Rocky’s shoulder to calm him down. TJ gets up and looks at Kevin*The.Internet Kevin.Anderson AHAHA, you got knocked out by- *TJ then grabs Kevin by the shirt and throws him against the wall and walks away.* The.Internet Kevin.Anderson I really hope Rocky doesn’t win, it’ll only make that guy angrier. *Scene fades to black*
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 31, 2009 16:40:02 GMT -5
Segment: Lucky Number Seven! (Credit: Shawn)
Chance Emmerson is one of the names who when brought up in conversation about the greats of ACW is often omitted. Some may say it is because his time in the company was brief, others that his exploits in Alpha Championship Wrestling paled in comparison to those of his in Japan. Nevertheless, if you ask those who stepped in the ring with the leviathan he will go down as one of ACW’s best.
As for Umeko Saito, another enigma in a company that could be called home of them. Her contributions in guiding Chance to the top could have made her the most powerful women in the business. Her partnership with Emmerson giving her the strength, which when partnered with her wit would have led the company into a glorious age.
Yet it was not to be, as evidenced just over two years later by the departure of Thunderkiss and his bride Anna Sommers-Joseph, ACW is not a place to be ruled by a power couple. Nor was it to be ruled by puppeteer and marionette as evidenced by Senator and Mercer Stanton, or BK London and Stephen Russo.
No, to rule the glorious landscape, the most prestigious company in all of professional wrestling, one must be a lone operative, their own man. They must only be ultimately able to lay their faults upon their own shoulders or revel solely in their own glory, so thus as we open this evening, we see the black and slowly retreating the eye-patch turns into the worn face of the man who has not been seen on the island in moons.
Chance Emmerson.
Pulling open the door, he inhales deeply, the scent of the company he left two and a half years ago filling his nostrils again as he wipes his feet on the door mat before removing his shoes and leaving them at the entrance. Though he may be in ACW Island, traditions that are ingrained are hard to break. The door shutting behind him, Chance steps out of the entranceway and begins his trot into the bowels of the arena, not a soul around as he makes his way with purpose through the winding halls before eventually settling on a door marked “locker room.” Pushing it open Chance steps through and glares around at the emptiness before pulling back out and making his way down the hall and makes his way around a few winding turns before finally settling into the old portion of the arena, rendered obsolete by the renovations after he left.
A few more seconds pass as he makes his way around before stopping, this time in front of the place he called home, the faint “VII” still on the door, the brass lettering having been removed but still it’s mark is left. Opening the door Chance steps in and notices everything as it was when he last left all those years ago, the chairs untouched and the faint whiff of Umeko hanging in the air.
Umeko?
Where was she? Normally one would see her leading Chance on, the tamer pulling her tiger along, it pandering to her every command not now she was out of sight, though obviously not out of mind. Chance stares around and spying her portrait sitting on the wall gently removes it, lifting it off of its hanging and placing it outside of the locker room, the door still hanging open. Chance takes a moment before coming back in, looking down at the portrait now at his feet.
Chance: It had to be this way.
With that Chance shuts the door as he comes back and walks towards a small locker near the back. Clicking the hinge, the door swings open and still hanging are a pair of worn tights, wrinkled after the years but still the roman numeral “VII” lies on the seat and the tiger stripes rest on the sides.
Pulling them out Chance looks down, fond memories racing through his head one by one. The defeat of his father at Omega Effect II, winning the belt from Alexander Starkweather, avenging Umeko after her capture, in a house of mirrors match and finally his defeat at the hands of The Senator in what was too be his last match in ACW.
That is, until later tonight.
FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 31, 2009 16:41:10 GMT -5
Segment: Three the hard way (Credit: BK London)
It's like the start of any other Pokemon episode, as the two people walk down what appears to be a never ending ending forest - and we catch the pair in the middle of a conversation.
BK London: So you're a Pokemon trainer huh?
Jake Cheng: Yeah, I was actually just on my way to sign up for the Flamingo Festival.
BK London: Flamingo Festival?
Jake Cheng: Yeah. You see, some trainers like the battle for badges while others compete with their Pokemon in contests. Those trainers who manage to get five ribbons throughout the entire Alpha region is eligible for the Flamingo Festival - which will decide who's the best coordinator in the region.
BK London: Ah.
Jake Cheng: What are you?
BK London: I...I don't know exactly.
Jake Cheng: Well looking at that badge case, you must be a trainer. Man, you didn't hit your head that hard on that fall did you?
Not even noticing, he sees his badge case hanging out of his pocket and he pulls out out. Snapping it open, he sees seven badges from various gyms throughout the Alpha region, and even Jake is impressed.
Jake Cheng: Whoa! Seven badges! You won seven badges?
He won seven badges?
It's just as new to BK London, but now another piece of the puzzle sets in as London begins to think that somehow he must've been sucked into the Pokemon game he was playing - since his character there just finished recieving seven badges as well. Which would mean his entire Pokemon party should be right with him.
London feels his belt, and sure enough - there are six Pokemon balls. But with that, he remembers the three that fell out of his pocket during the nasty fall of that girl who was also running away from the Fearow.
BK London: Yeah, I guess I did. I did, didn't I? That makes me kind of badass.
Jake Cheng: Hell yeah, so that must means you're on your way to Kitsune City. What a coincidence, I'm on my way there too to sign up for the Flamingo Festival. How about instead of heading the Pokemon Center in the next town - we just head straight there.
BK London: Sounds like a plan...
??: Hellooo....hello, anyone out there?
Its quite a familiar voice, but he can't put his finger on who it is. But within a matter of seconds all is revealed, and entering their line of sight appears to be - Kiley? BK London's wife? Wearing a short skimpy anime like outfit, she heads over to where BK London & Jake are, and London is taken a bit off.
BK London: Kiley? Kiley?!
Kiley: Umm, how do you know my name?
BK London: Uh...no, no real reason.
Kiley: Riiiight, well I'm currently looking for the Pokemon I dropped while running away form a flock of Fearow. I can't believe I lost them, they're all I have and if I can't find them I can't enter the Flamingo Festival.
Jake Cheng: You're entering the Flamingo Festival too?
Kiley: Definitely. Five ribbons baby!
Kiley opens her ribbon case and in them are five identical ribbons from all over the Alpha region, and she smiles. However, reality quickly sets in and she remembers her lost Pokemon, however - recognizing that outfit, London remembers where he heard that voice from - that scream, it must've been her.
BK London: These wouldn't happen to be yours huh?
London pulls three PokeBalls out of his pocket, and Kiley's eyes quickly light up.
Kiley: Oh my god, you found my Pokeballs! Thank you!
Kiley gives BK London a huge hug, which prompts some brief blushing from the Pokemon trainer.
BK London: How about you come along with us Kiley? Jake and I are heading to Kitsune City to sign up for the Flamingo Festival and to find the gym leader for my 8th badge. You should come along...
Kiley: Hmm....ok!
And just like that, the trio of two girls and one guy in every journey of the Pokemon anime has formed. What battles lie in store for the three as they reach Kitsune City? Find out as the journey continues...
To Be Continued.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 31, 2009 16:43:33 GMT -5
Match 1: “Man and Beast” Match: Chris Phenomenal vs. The Red Panther (with special guest participants) (Credit: Chris P / Red Panther) Match: Chris Phenomenal & Richard "Knock you out" Parker Vs The Red Panther & A Kenyan Black Panther Note: Writing a Panther is insanely hard. Imagine it's a really tame one/robot one/some guys in a suit/Panther’s pet he bought with some money. I wrote Richard Parker a bit like Gromit from Wallace and Gromit in my head, not sure if it comes out that way. To make it easier the Panther is just Panther, TRP is Red. The weak or the strong, who got it goin’ on? Ya Dead Wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin’ on? Ya Dead Wrong “Dead Wrong” fills the arena as Chris Phenomenal comes through the curtain, entertainment title around his waist as he stops at the top of the entrance ramp, his head down covered by a hooded sweat shirt. He 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 out as the pyro’s on either side of the entrance ramp explode as he makes his way down to the entrance ramp before climbing in between the second and third ropes. Chris goes into his corner and throws a few punches at the turnbuckle, focused purely on the ring and nothing else. Finally he drops his hood and waits for the bell at which point he takes it off as well as the other accessories and is only then ready to go. Some generic rock music plays as a women comes to the ring with a cat basket containing Richard Parker. The woman gives the basket to CP, who smiles and strokes Parker before opening the basket. Parker rolls out onto the apron (A small heater has been put there, as we all know cats love laying on warm spots of the carpet ) and lays on his side. "Roots Bloody Roots" plays as The Red Panther strolls down to the ring. He slides in and goes face to face with CP. The two stare each other down, not showboating or wasting time. Some different music plays and a group of trainers drag a large cage down to the ring. They put the cage at ringside and open it. A large black panther climbs in and roars. The Panther strolls around the ring until Panther points it back to the cage, which is placed where somebody would stand to get tagged in. Edison: Tonight ACW brings you a special match, a cat and CP vs a pair of Panthers.DING DING DING Red and CP lock up, pushing each other. The much bigger CP turns and throws Panther across the ring into the ropes with enough force to rebound him back into a clothesline. CP goes for the early pin but just gets a one to nobodies surprise. CP lifts up Panther and puts him in a collar and elbow tie before slamming him over and over with his right fist. CP forces Panther back into CPs corner and tags in the more experienced Parker. Parker rolls in and stares at Panther for a few seconds, wondering what to do. Luckily CP planned well, pulling a ball of string out of his pocket and throwing it at Panther. The string wraps around Panthers neck, causing him to giggle. However he stops laughing when Parker jumps up, scratching at Panthers neck and face, ripping his mask a bit. Red tosses Parker off, but being an agile little cat Richard lands on his feet, hissing. Parker jumps up and sinks his little teeth into Panthers knee. Red angrily shakes his leg, sending Parker into his corner. CP tags himself in while at the same time Red tags in The Panther, starting an all new match up. Maxwell: By the beard of Zeus, this will NOT end well!Edison: Well this is the most even match up weight and power wise. The Panther has around thirty-five pounds on CP!The Panther jumps onto its hind legs to overpower CP, but CP grabs The Panthers paws with his huge frame. The two push back wards and forward until The Panther overpowers CP with its weight advantage, landing on top of him. CP head buts The Panther, causing a sound which is similar to a samba band or sawn off shotgun. Enraged The Panther goes to bite CPs face off and so Chris kicks the wild cat off. CP jumps up and then charges in, booting The Panther in the gut. The Wildlife people in the crowd boo CP, who just shrugs and mouths "He started it". CP then jumps on The Panther, wraps his left arm around The Panthers throat and holds down The Panthers right paw with his right hand. The Panther roars before ripping its paw free and standing up onto all four paws. CP wraps both arms round The Panthers throat and legs around The Panthers torso. The Panther roars and then jumps around like a bucking bronco. After just a few seconds CP is flipped off onto the mat, slamming his neck onto the canvas. Maxwell: This could be very bad for Chris!CP quickly scoots away, tagging in Parker just as he gets bitten on the ankle. Parker bounds in and faces down the Panther, eye too eye. Parker meows, seemingly talking to the Panther. Parker: Meow, meow meow meow meow meowwww. (So, it's just me and you, Kobe.) Kobe The Panther: Roar, purr purr roar? (Just me and you Richard. No people, no balls of string, no funny clothes. Hows that slag Alice doing?) Parker: MEOW!? (HOW DARE YOU!?) Maxwell: What?Edison: According to google translator, shit just got serious!Parker jumps up, slashing Kobe The Panther across the cheek, drawing blood! Kobe dives back, headbutting Richard and sending him sprawling across the ring. Richard rolls onto his feet and hisses loudly before charging in, jumping onto his hind legs. Parker uses his front legs to slash and claw at The Panther, who backs away. The Red Panther tags himself in, jumping over the top rope while Kobe leaves. Panther goes to his knees and slams the mat with his hands, taking away Parkers advantage of Red not being able to punch or grapple him. TRP grabs Parker by his front legs and lifts him up off the mat. Panther then lightly tickles Parkers body, not being able to bring himself to strike the cat. However Parker is willing to hurt Panther, swinging his foot up to kick Panther in the eye! Edison: HAH!Maxwell: Parker knows how to fight.Red drops Parker and rubs his eye before going to swat the cat away. Parker recoils to avoid Panthers open palm and then charges in, jumping onto Red. Red angrily slams Parker down onto the mat and then dives onto him for a pin but Parker wriggles straight out. Parker jumps at Panther again but has his front legs grabbed. Panther then rolls over, turning Parkers attempt at a claw into a not-so-flying armbar! Parker meows, looking at CP. Chris: FUCK, if I don't stop this Alice is gonna rip my head off. Pause.Crowd: Alice? WHO THE FUCK IS ALICE?! Award yourself points if you got that reference. –AK CP dives in, breaking up the armbar, only for Kobe The Panther to jump in and maul CP. The two roll around trading punches. Seeing this Parker jumps onto Kobe The Panthers back! Parker: MEOWWWW! (ROARRRR!) Red runs up and starts kicking the pile, only for the giant CP to grab his foot, tangling him. Seeing this, RAF (Who has had an easy job so far this match due to the animals not understanding the rules of pro-wrestling) sighs and calls for the bell, not having the patience to try and get a Kenyan Panther to understand the rules of an old-school tag team match and the tag system. Winner: Draw The trainers run in, tranquilizing Kobe The Panther and picking up Parker. Parker purrs and snuggles into the trainers chest while CP and Red stand up, staring each other down. Blood is running down CPs chest from the Panthers prutal attack and Reds mask is all cut up.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 31, 2009 16:44:56 GMT -5
Segment: Badger's Bite! Credit - redbadger *The scene is set in the backstage area where two men are seen heading down the corridor of locker rooms, one a familiar figure and the other seemingly holding a notebook with a pen above his ear. Both men seem to be chattering among each other as the camera follows them into a nearby room where they split apart a bit looking at a table in the center, chairs pulled back and ready for their arrival. The familiar looking figure is now in full view as the cameraman sets Robert Garland center frame, the other man off screen before coming into view and signaling for Garland's attention.* [/color] Man with a Notebook [/u] - Once again Mr.Garland, thank you for letting me come out and host this interview. All of our readers on WrestlingWarriors.com would love nothing more than to hear your voice spoken loudy on our main page since your return to the wrestling world. Now, I'm sure you have a general idea of how this is going to work with the many interviews you've done in the past but let me just take a second to tell you how this particular interview will run through. [/color] Robert Garland [/u] - Eh, it's all good you know. It's been a while since my name was important at all, well ever since the old GWF days about a year ago. Hey, can you hold on just one second longer? [/color] Badger motions off camera as the interviewer looks towards his motion, a furry creature making its way on screen and onto Garland's shoulder as Garland reaches into his pocket and feeds it a pellet. The creature seems happy as Garland pets it a bit before turning his attention back to the interviewer with a look of readiness in his eyes. Interviewer [/u] - Ah, this must be the famous Red, Garland's trusty companion! [/color] Robert Garland [/u] - Well, he's pretty much the only damn thing that has yet to let me down over the years. Even when I found myself on the streets with no job, no money, and no way to take care of myself let alone take care of him, Red still treats me as his master and has my back. [/color] Interviewer [/u] - *Scribbling on his notebook* Interesting, Interesting. Well, as for what I was going to let you in on earlier! We let our community at WrestlingWarriors.com know that we would be having this interview with you today, after your conformation of course, and have since collected the best questions and set them up to fire at you one at a time. So, if you're ready to begin, I'll start with question one! [/color] The interviewer looks enthusiastic as Garland seems to be paying more attention to Red than anything else. After a short while, Garland regains his composure and sets himself up in his chair, eyes locking with the interviewer across from him. The interviewer then proceeds to turn to a fresh page in his notebook and pulls out a sheet from his pocket before beginning to read from it and starting the interview. [/i] [/color][/size] Interviewer - What do you mean? [/color][/size] Garland - I don't know, it just feels like a lot has changed since my glory days in the spotlight. But on the same token, it’s nothing I can't stand up to a face in or out of the ring. Maybe it’s just that I have changed since that time... But if I have I would have to say it’s a change for the better. I'm more focused than I used to be, I just need some time to clean off the ring rust and then nothing can stand against me! [/color][/size] #2 - Your fans remember you as both a GWF World and Tag Champion as well as a prime competitor in both the EWA and the ECF. When do you think we'll see "The Badger" on top of the world again? Garland - Well, like I just said, it'll be a short while. But if you think back to when I first started it only took less than a year for me to be headlining. [/color][/size] Interviewer - After your years in the idies you mean? [/color][/size] Garland - Of course. But given that I don't need as long to gain experience and everything like that, it shouldn't be that long before you see me standing up against Dave Shadow and taking him off his throne.
That's right, I will be back up there soon enough. [/color][/size] #3 - So how do you feel about the start of the new coming fed PWA?Garland - I'm just going to say now that I will make sure to create some sort of impact very early in PWA whether they sign me to a written contract or whether I make my way on stage off the street... Just be sure to expect The Badger to be involved in a big way! [/color][/size] #4 - Fans are very happy with your return, but what of your manager and long time friend Bobo the Hobo?Garland - I don't feel comfortable answering this question, can we skip it? [/color][/size] Interviewer - Is something wrong Mr. Garland? [/color][/size] Garland - Just don't worry about it ok? [/color][/size] #5 - I see... Well, let's switch gear to another one of your companions... What ever happened with Nikki Heartly, your on-camera girlfriend from EWA? Garland - Ah, well this is someone I can talk about very fondly... However, she was only in it for the money Haha! [/color][/size] Interviewer - I'm sorry? [/color][/size] Garland - Well, you see, once I lost my job from GWF closing down I lived on the streets for a while with nothing to my name, as I've said earlier.
It turned out that Nikki did have money though and she wasn't about to go out of her way to help her "on-screen" boyfriend.
Last I've heard, Nikki went back to California and back to whatever job she had before I asked the EWA to hire her. [/color][/size] Interviewer - So there was nothing there, it really was all just staged? [/color][/size] Garland - Well I'm not going to say there was nothing there... But you know how these things go right? [/color][/size] #6 - Huh... Well, this next question is more for me than anyone else... But why are you suddenly wearing a sombrero? Garland - I GOT MY SIGNING BONUS! [/color][/size] Interviewer - ...And the hat? [/color][/size] Garland - Well, first thing I did was feed my belly and buy enough pop-tarts and hot pockets for a few weeks... As well as food for my furry friend *Scratching Red's head* ANYWAY! The next thing I did was... Well, isn't it obvious? [/color][/size] Interviewer - Um... I'm sorry but I don't think it is... [/color][/size] Garland - Well... I GOT BACK IN THE WRESTLING SPIRIT!
You see, I got a nice hat to cover my head and some stuff like: zebra-striped paint for my locker room door, a nice array of new bandannas and even some maracas to go with my new sun hat! [/color][/size] Interviewer - I see, still as strange as ever aren't you? [/color][/size] Garland - I only have two words for you... Roasted Lasagna! [/color][/size] Interviewer - ... [/color][/size] #7 - How do you feel about working with some of your old friends and enemies from GWF here in ACW? Garland - I think I've already said my peace about Dave Shadow, but who I'm really looking forward to chilling with again is Michael Smart.
That dude is where he is because of his hard work and persistence... And got a lot of help from my Sunday Brunch, probably the only one still around that was one of my regulars. [/color][/size] Interviewer - Do you think you two can hit it off? [/color][/size] Garland - Once I hit him with a chair for no reason, of course! [/color][/size] Interviewer - ... [/color][/size] #8 - Lastly, What is your main goal now that you've been given an open contract here in ACW? *Interviewer's note* At this point the room seemed to grow cold and chills ran up my spine. The man I was interviewing almost seemed to change into someone completely different. His eyes grew dark and he lowered his pet to the ground before starring at me. I was almost scared to be in the same room with him as he answered my final question. [/i] Garland - ...
I plan to do nothing less than relive my own history while painting a new future with the blood of my in-ring opponents... I will re create the definition of hardcore using the ring as my canvas for my artistic satire of our current wrestling generation.
I will breathe fear into my opponents and my partners will still have to wipe the sweat from their brow as they team with me against our unlucky opponents. I've said it before...
I am "True Hardcore"! [/color][/size] [/quote] Interviewer[/u] - Well... Once again, thank you for your time and we're all looking forward to see your return to the ring Mr. Garland.[/color] Garland[/u] - *Almost as if waking up from a coma* Oh yeah, well thank you man. Glad to see I still have people out there looking forward to an old homeless man stepping in between the ropes! It's been a good run for me and the future looks like it's all lined up for me to take control and raise hell you know?! [/color] *With that, the interviewer picks up his stuff and heads out of the room, Garland leading the way as he shuts the door upon his exit, leaving the camera starring at the new locker room of ACW's newest acquisition* [/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 31, 2009 16:45:59 GMT -5
Segment: Tagging It Up (Credit: BK London)
Cue narrarator...
Our three heroes find themselves in the hustle and bustle of Alpha's biggest region - Kitsune City, home of the eigth badge and the place to sign up for the Flamingo Festival. But BK London is about to run into quite a problem upon heading to the Kitsune City gym.
BK London: Closed?!
We cut to the huge double doors of the gym with a rather large sign in front that says exactly that word. Rather than walk away like a man, BK London instead bangs on the door and tries to kick it in with no success.
Jake and Kiley stand behind London, with big anime like tear drops behind their heads.
Jake Cheng: You think he realizes those doors are made out of solid steel?
Kiley: Let's just wait until he injures one of his apendages...
BK London: Owww! My foot!
Kiley: ...there we go.
Jake Cheng: Listen London, what do you say we head over to the Pokemon Center instead and see if anyone knows where the gym leader is.
BK London: ..I guess.
And like magic, in the next scene the three appear at the Pokemon Center in front of Nurse Jade.
Nurse Jade: Hello kids, what can I help you with?
Jake Cheng: Aren't you the same Nurse Jade from -
Nurse Jade: - No, there are just thousands of cousins and sisters and aunts and mothers that look like.
Jake Cheng: Oh, well that makes sense.
>_<
BK London: We were wondering if you knew where the gym leader for this city was?
Nurse Jade: Well, actually - I don't know where the Gym Leader has gone - are you here to challenge for a badge?
BK London: Actually, I am.
Nurse Jade: Hmm, well that's unfortunate. But to pass the time, Kitsune City is holding its annual Tag Team Tournament - and you're more than welcome to enter.
BK London: Sounds like fun.
Jake Cheng: I'm down.
Nurse Jade: Great, well you two sign up - and I'll give you both your numbers.
And with that, we're thrown off in another direction in this story with so many twists and turns that it's making us nauseous. Find out what happens.....after the following commercial break.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 31, 2009 16:51:37 GMT -5
Dr ShadWho: The End of Time, Space and ACW By Dave Shadow, Chris Phenomenal & Alicia Kitsune Part 1 31st December 2009; early afternoon
Chris Phenomenal stalked the corridors of the ACW arena, head lowered, back arched, a massive glower on his face. He was searching for trouble, looking for anyone to have a verbal confrontation with, or possibly a physical one, if the opportunity arose. For it would be an understatement to say that ever since Chris Phenomenal lost in the main event of Winter’s Discontent, he had been in the foulest of foul moods. So if there was anyone on whom he could take out his frustrations on now, he’d be more than happy to vent. Alas, the hallways were empty, everyone off doing something.
Down the hallway, Chris heard a funny noise, growing louder, then quieter, then louder again. Raising and falling, and echoing down the hallowed halls towards him. As angry as Chris may have been, he was never one to let a mystery pass him by. And so he ventured towards the source of the noise. Finally reaching a corner, he peeked round, and was puzzled by what he saw. A blue box, the words “Police Box” written on top of it, about ten foot tall, old and wooden. He recognised it, somehow. It looked like an old English police phone box from decades ago; a fact he knew since Chris, as well as being a wrestler, also happened to be well versed in the history of the British Police Force.
But what the hell was this box doing in the middle of a hall in the ACW arena?
Slowly, Chris began to approach it, his curiosity not overriding his natural paranoia in terms of strange things. As he did, the door popped open. Chris froze to the spot as a man clambered out, pulling a long brown coat on. Chris tried to peer into the box, but his momentary glance inside only served to confuse him more; it looked like there were blue lights, golden metal and computer consoles, all crammed into the small box which couldn’t have been wider than about six feet, based on what he could see outside.
The man clicked the door shut behind him, and started looking round. The man had spiky brown hair, long sideburns and was dressed in one of the vilest blue and black pinstripe suits he had ever seen. The man spotted Chris and started to walk towards him.
Man: Hi there. Quick question. Where exactly am I?Chris raised his eyebrow, and answered. He wasn’t sure if this guy was being serious.
Chris: ACW Island. You’re....you’re in the ACW arena.
The man’s eyes lit up, as is head started to spin, looking left and right, up and down the halls.
Man: NO! ACW Arena? This is the ACW Arena? Oh, this is good. Wait, that means....oh, you beauty! You’re Chris Phenomenal, ACW Hall of Famer!Chris thought his eyebrows were already pretty high up his forehead in surprise. Now they threatened to disappear into his hairline.
Chris: Future Hall of Famer?
Man: OH! Right, I see. World Champ?Chris: You tryin’ to be funny or some shit?.
Man: Oh, maybe a better question would be if I just asked WHEN am I?Chris: When? It’s 31st Decemeber.
Man: Year?Chris: 2009.
Man: AH! OF COURSE! You’ve not won anything yet, have you?Chris: You know what? Fuck you. I’m about two seconds away from turnin’ you into Dave Shadow.
Man: No, I...I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry. How rude of me. Mr. Phenomenal, I’m a big fan of your work.Chris: Ha! A fan, of mine? You off your rocker or some shit?
Man: Me? Fan? No. Well, yes. Well, kind of. Violence isn’t usually my thing, but there is a certain art to your shows. Well, I guess I am a fan. Maybe I should just go take a look around then. Wait, what date did you say it was?Chris let a big sigh and put his hands on his hips, getting bored of this nonsense now.
Chris: 31st December 2009.
The man’s eyes opened wide, as a look of realisation swept across his face. Chris didn’t know who this man was, didn’t know what mental house he had slipped out of, but even he felt a small chill spread down his back at the man’s expression.
Man: This is....I see. That’s why the Tardis brought me here. Oh, today of all days. I really should leave then. But....The man’s serious look suddenly fades away, leaving only a gleam of excitement in his eyes. This sudden shift only acts to scare Chris somewhat more.
Man: Not going to miss this. Not for the world.. The man turns and starts off down the hallway. Chris shouts after him.
Chris: Hey! Who the fuck are you?
Man: The Doctor.Chris: Doctor Who?
The Doctor: Just the Doctor.The man keeps walking without even looking back at Chris, as Chris folds his arms and watches him go. The man, this so called “Doctor” exuded an air of excitement, an innocence that really ticked off Chris. Sighing, Chris started back on his search for someone to fight with.
But before he had even taken a few steps, a thought crossed his mind. As bizarre as the man had been, as little sense as his ramblings had made, Chris wasn’t one to miss any chance. He looked at the blue box standing in front of him. The man had seemed convinced that this was....what? A time machine? It was crazy, but then this had been a crazy day so far. Chris put his hand up to the door of the box, and pushed. It clicked open. Whatever it was, “The Doctor” had not locked the door. Chris pushed further and peered inside. He pulled his head out again with a shock, his eyes wide open. He muttered three small words....Chris: What… the… fuck?
He peered round the outside of the box, making sure his head wasn’t deceiving him. He slowly peered back inside the box, before climbing in through the doorway.
As he stepped forward, Chris looked all around him, spinning and trying to take in the entire scene. It was impossible. The room inside was physically impossible. Outside, the box didn’t look wider than 6 feet, and yet inside....in the centre of the room, a massive tube rose out of an impressive circular console. Around it stood metal flooring, clanking under Chris’ feet as he circled the bridge. He stared up at the vast walls, and was shocked to see hallways and doors, leading off to other areas within the impressive....structure? ship?
Time Machine?
Could it really be? Chris looked at the various knobs and levers, before finding a monitor attached to what looked like a keyboard. He examined it, as a massive smile spread across his face. If this was a Time Machine, if this could take him anywhere....
Chris let out a small evil laugh and started typing in a date. He had sought his ultimate revenge, and now it looked like he had finally found a way of getting it. Outside the noise started rising and falling again, as the Tardis started to disappear. Slowly, the big blue box faded away, as if out of existence, leaving only Chris Phenomenal’s evil laugh echoing over the picture.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 31, 2009 16:52:07 GMT -5
============ Dave: Yeah, is this the Celebration Ceremony Organisation Group? Yeah, I’m throwing a celebration ceremony next week and want....a World Championship win. Yes, I’ll hold.As we cut backstage, we find our new World Champion, Dave Shadow, standing in his dressing room. In front of him, Dave has hung his new title belt over one of the rails on the wall, and as he talks on the phone, Dave cannot take his eyes off of it. Indeed, since Dave won the championship a few days ago, he has never let it out of his sight, even sleeping with it at night. He waits in silence for a few moments after being put on hold, before he hears another voice at the other end of the phone.
Dave: Hi, yeah. I want to organise a World title celebration. Yeah....A knock on the locker room door is followed by it clicking open. Dave turns his head to see who is coming in, and a smile spreads across his face as he spots Alicia Laureano entering. He waves her in before turning back to his phone conversation.
Dave: Yeah. Yeah. Well, I was thinking...confetti, pyro, balloons, dancers, cheerleaders, more pyro, a mariachi band, a massive cake, doves, hookers, blackjack, more pyro, special guests, video packages, tributes, dedications, more pyro......you get the idea? Yeah, the more the better. Ok, well you’ve got my contact details if you.....great, great. Dave presses a button on the phone, ending the conversation, as he turns to Alicia.
Dave: Hey. What’s up? Here to congratulate me?Alicia: Well yes, it is a big achievement. Congratulations on winning the World Title. I know how important this was to you. Dave: It was one of the main reasons I joined ACW. So thanks for giving me the shot and helping me get my contract here.Alicia: No problem. Listen, there’s something I’ve not been telling you. Something that, I think, the time has come to inform you of. Dave: You know what Alicia, I too have something to tell you, and I’m glad you’ve finally decided to admit it. I know.Alicia: You know? Dave: I do. I have known since the day I first joined this company, the day I first put ink to paper. You cannot keep a secret from me, Alicia.Alicia: I see. Dave: And let me tell you that I too feel the same way.Alicia: I....wait, what? I’m here to show you this letter. Alicia reaches into her pocket and pulls an envelope out. She puts her hand out to Dave, as Dave starts stuttering, blushing slightly.
Dave: Letter? Enve....oh! Oh yeah, that! Yeah, that’s what I was talking about as well. I knew you had a letter to show me. Yeeeeeaaahhhh.Alicia: ..... Dave and Alicia both shuffle on the spot, their eyes looking for any distraction as an awkward silence sets over the room.
Dave: ENVELOPE! What’s....what’s in the envelope?Alicia opens it up and pulls out a page from inside, before once more holding it out for Dave to take. He starts reading it over, but the look on his face turns to one of confusion, trying to decipher it.
Dave: This is my handwriting.Alicia: Yeah. Dave: But this makes no sense. Alicia: I know. But it tells me to show it to you on this date. It’s rather specific. Dave starts reading the letter again, this time aloud, so that everyone can hear it.
Dave:
10th October 2008. Alicia, Dave Shadow is important. To ACW and to the World. You must get him to sign an ACW contract. You must then show him the box in Storeroom #23 on December 31st 2009, before the New Year’s Eve’s edition of Warfare. Lead him to the box, the “Tardis”. Yes, you read that correctly. CP has begun a plan of ultimate revenge. Only you two can stop him. The situation is worse than you think. Dave’s life hang’s in the balance, and with it, the lives of everyone on earth.Dave looks back at Alicia.
Dave: CP? Chris? What’s happening now? And what box?Alicia: I think it might be a good idea if you followed me Dave. As the scene fades, Dave re-reads the letter once more. However with each read, it makes less and less sense. It is his handwriting. He’s positive of that. But he certainly never wrote this letter. He looks at Alicia, who is also frowning, as the scene fades to black.================== The joys of having an entire island for your company is that there’s always plenty of storage rooms about the place. Wrestling promotions tend to gather a lot of stuff over their existences; special sets, props, ring equipment. And when not in use, they all need a place to be tidied away in. Indeed, it is in one of these storerooms that we find Dave Shadow and Alicia Laureano now standing. The room is large and quite dusty, as if it has not really been entered in quite a long time. Dave looks in various boxes, poking his nose into various corners and orifices, like a child in a candy store, examining all the various memorabilia items hidden away. Alicia, on the other hand, has now positioned herself in front of a large object which is covered in a white sheet.
Dave: You know, if you put some of this stuff up on Ebay, you’d make a killing.Alicia: Dave, I didn’t bring you down here for a history lesson. I need to show you this. As she looks at the covered object, Dave now finally approaches her. He lets out a whistle as he folds his arms, tilting his head to examine the object.
Dave: What is it?Alicia reaches forward and grabs the cover, before yanking it off. A cloud of dust rises, but as it settles, Dave’s eyes open in amazement. In front of him now stands a large blue police phone box, about ten foot high. Made of wood, Dave doesn’t know what it is, but he knows that there is something impressive about it.
Dave: What is it?Alicia: This appeared in this store room about a year and a half ago. Do you remember the day you came to ACW Island and I offered you a contract with the company? Dave: How could I forget? Changed my life, remember.Alicia: Well, this box appeared in this store room on the same day. You arrived on ACW Island, and at the same time, I discovered a letter which had my name on it. The letter I showed you. I think....I think it’s a Time Machine, Dave. Dave couldn’t help himself as he let out a massive laugh. He looked at her face. The fact she just continued to look seriously at him only made his laughing fit worse.
Dave: Alicia, there’s no such thing as time machines, or time travel. Time travel is impossible. I thought you were smarter than that.Alicia: Go inside. Dave: What, inside the box? Fine.Dave walked towards the box and pushed on the door of the box, the Tardis, opening it up. He opened it a crack, before turning back to look at Alicia again. A big smile spread across his face as he backed inside.
Dave: Ok, Alicia. I’m going into the “Time Machine”. I wonder where it’s going to take me back to? Oh, what adventures I’ll have, what people I’ll get to meet. Maybe I’ll meet Jesus! Or...Dave turned as he walked inside the box, the metal walkway causing a clanging noise under his feet. The shock stopped him midsentence, his mouth hanging open. The inside of the box was MASSIVE! Dave leapt backwards, out of the box, but continuing to stare in. Alicia couldn’t help but smile; she had the exact same reaction back when she first entered.
Dave looks beside the box, looking for any boxes which may be masking a hidden room behind the box. But as he pushed everything aside and circled the Tardis, he slowly realised there wasn’t any trick, or at least not an obvious one. Alicia: The box is bigger on the inside than it is on the outside. Some temporal space trick, I presume. Impressive technology, to say the least, and way out of modern day’s league. Dave: How? What? How?Alicia: Three very important questions. Alicia walked forward and entered the Tardis, as Dave followed her in, albeit with some trepidation. Inside, she strode forward towards the controls situated in the middle of the huge room, as Dave crept along, his eyes trying to take in the entire scene. Alicia: As I said, I think it’s a time machine. I’ve had a year and a half to study it in detail, all in preparation for today. Dave, there’s something else. If my guess is right, based on that letter....I think Chris has also accessed a time machine. One identical to this one. Dave: What?Alicia: Before I came to your locker room, I was informed by security that Chris Phenomenal was seen entering a blue box which then proceeded to disappear. Once can only deduce that he’s gone back in time. Given the letter says he is out for revenge, I think he plans to stop you from ever joining ACW. Or worse. Dave: That bastard! Alicia: To be blunt. I believe you have to take this Tardis back in time and use it to stop whatever Chris is planning. Dave: But how do I know when he will attack?[/color] Alicia: The letter was dated, remember? The day you came to ACW and I got you to sign the contract. That must be when he has gone back to. That is the date which you shall take this back to. Dave: Wait, aren’t you coming?Alicia: Dave, I’m a mother now. And we’re in the middle of a show. I’ve got responsibilities. Dave: And I don’t?Alicia: I didn’t mean it like that. But I can’t just go running off on time travelling adventures. Dave: Why not? Come on Alicia. In every time travelling story I’ve ever read, the hero needs a sidekick. A companion of sorts.Alicia: Sidekick? Dave: Did I say sidekick? I meant an ally, equal in power and stature. Someone to offer advice and see things he doesn’t. God damn it Alicia, this is a chance to travel back in time! Tell me you aren’t going to pass up an opportunity like that?Alicia looks at him and the interior of the machine for a few moments.
Dave: Come on, AK. I want your help here. Come with me.Dave gives her his best puppy-dog eyes, as Alicia folds her arms and sighs.Alicia: Fine. But only because I worry what you’ll do to the time line if someone isn’t there to stop you from messing round. Now, let’s get going. Dave starts grinning like mad, as he runs towards one of the control panels. Alicia follows him, and hunts around on the console.Alicia: Come on, I’m sure I saw a USB port here somewhere... aha! She fishes in her pocket, pulls out her Ipod, and plugs it in. The sound of Aqua’s “Turn Back Time” is heard; Dave raises an eyebrow. Alicia frowns.Alicia: Boooorrring. Next! The tracklist shuffles and jumps into “I should be so lucky” by Kylie Minogue.Alicia presses some buttons and puts her hand on a lever, multitasking by doing a spot of booty-shaking to the disco-pop awesomeness at the same time. The two smile at each other, as she pulls down on it. The camera cuts back outside, as the Tardis starts making a noise, rising and falling, echoing through the store room. Slowly, it fades out of time and existence, until the storeroom is left empty once more.To be continued...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 31, 2009 16:54:18 GMT -5
Segment: Four gym leaders, three trainers, two coordinators – and one Freeman. (Credit: BK London)
Upon returning from a commercial break, for some inadequately explored reason, the recently entered BK London and Jake Cheng – who are known as Team 4, have managed to make it past the preliminaries in a part of the tournament that has not been aired due to the lack of time – we do only have half an hour. Nonetheless, the team along with Kiley Johnson, are sitting in the lounge with the rest of the trainers watching the team of Alicia Laureano and Victor Laureano defeat the team of Jonny Spade & Gooey Garth with ease.
Eddie Edison:: And in the first round of the semi-finals, Alicia Laureano and Victor Laureano have DOMINATED the competition! From what I see, they’re definitely gonna be the team to beat…
Jake Cheng: Not if we have anything to say about it…
BK London: Definitely, but what are you gonna use in battle? Please tell me you’re not gonna use that Hunter that continues to laugh at you, I can’t believe you traded your Kadabra for THAT!
Jake Cheng: I thought it would be a good deal! Geez! Lay off!
BK London: …ok, I’m sorry – I’m sorry, it’s just funny. That’s all.
Jake Cheng: You know, I’m beginning to think I should’ve left you to get your eyes gouged out by those Fearow.
Kiley Johnson: Alright guys, that’s enough. No fighting, you guys are teammates remember? I’m sure your double battle is coming up next…
??: Yeah guys, quit your fighting – you sad excuse for trainers.
All three members of the table turn around to see none other than the anime version of Thunder Train & XS3 approach the table, which are pretty much exactly the same as them now – except Train’s look is slightly more racist and XS3 has a more spikey Naruto esque haircut.
Jake Cheng: Oh god…
BK London: Who are they?
Thunder Train: Who are we? WHO ARE WE?! WE’RE THE ROAD STEELERS!
XS3 nudges Train.
Thunder Train: - err, I mean – the NEW ROAD STEELERS!
BK London: I’m….I’m still not following you…
Jake Cheng: They’re the Road Steelers, the dual gym leaders over on Entourage Island in the SLA region.
BK London: SLA?
Jake Cheng: It’s a long story…
XS3: We’re not just the gym leaders, but we’re the future champions of this Kitsune City Tag Team Tournament, isn’t that right Train?.....I said, isn’t that right Train?.....TRAIN!
Kiley directs XS3’s attention to the sea of broken bodies by Vinnie Dulario’s Pizzeria.
Thunder Train: Yeah, I’ll have a large pepperoni with anchovies, a large pepperoni without anchovies, two pepperoni’s with extra cheese, four stromboli’s, some garlic nots…and a diet coke.
XS3: TRAIN!
Thunder Train: …oh, I’m sorry – two diet cokes. Thanks bruh!
Facepalm.
??: Still teaming with the human vacuum huh X?
Out from another direction comes the team of Chris Phenomenal and Steve Phillips, Team Senatorial – and they’re accompanied by Blackbelt Fitsharris and Blackbelt Kalb.
XS3: Well if it isn’t both The Senator and gym leader of Senatorville…
BK London: Wait wait wait, there’s actually a town call Senatorville…
XS3: Him and his strong-armed politics got the name of the town changed after the last Gym Leader lost the will to compete because his opponents kept trampling him…
BK London: What was it called?
XS3: Mainer Town…
BK London: Oh…
*rim shot*
XS3: And I see you’ve brought a new disciple of the gym…
The Senator: Yes, meet the kid who I’ve taken under my wing – Ace Trainer Phenomenal…
Chris Phenomenal: I thought it was Cooltrainer Phenomenal…
The Senator: Not anymore! The word ‘Cool’ in my town was changed to ‘Ace’ when I became Senator…
Chris Phenomenal: Cool!
The Senator: Ahem..
Chris Phenomenal: I mean, Ace!
The Senator: Right, well the point is young trainers – that me and my Apprentice are gonna rock this tournament by its very foundation! And we shall be the one who bring good name to Senatown as Kitsune City Tag Team Champions! ??: IS THAT THE SENATOR?
The Senator: Oh dear god…how did he find me?
??: HEY GUYS!
Walking into this now semi-crowded group discussion is Jason Freeman, and he seems to be reluctantly accompanied by Dave Shadow.
Jason Freeman: OH MY GOD AND BK’S HERE TOO!
BK London: Do I know you?
Jason Freeman: I’m Freeman! You know! You battled me on Route 220! It was such an awesome battle! I mean the ending could’ve been better, but still was pretty awesome! I took down your number too! I was totally gonna call you to ask if you were gonna enter the tournament – but then I was like – of course he’s gonna enter the tournament, he’s BK London, if he didn’t enter it wouldn’t be that good. Remember that time I was…
Everyone: SHUT UP FREMAN!
Jason Freeman: Oh, right. <_<….>_>….<_<
Dave Shadow: I can’t believe he talked me into teaming with him. This is gonna be a long day.
Jake Cheng: So you’ve entered too, eh Shadow?
Dave Shadow: Yup!
BK London: You know him?
Jake Cheng: Oh yeah, he’s also a trainer but –
Dave Shadow: You forgot to say that I’ve collected all EIGHT badges…
BK London: Eight badges? You actually fought the gym leader of this town?
Dave Shadow: Yeah, she’s no pushover – I’ll tell you that.
Before BK London can even fathom who this could be, the losing team of Jonny Spade & Gooey Garth walk in.
XS3: Tough break out there guys.
Jason Freeman: Way to LOSE out there – right Shadow?!
Freeman raises his hand for a high five.
Dave Shadow: …don’t touch me…
Rejected!
BK London: What happened?
Jonny Spade: This asshole decided to use his Slaking, and then tries to restore its health by using Rest.
BK London: So what’s the problem?
Jonny Spade: The problem was that it never woke up!
Gooey Garth: Oh right, and Bidoof was such a strong Pokemon! You used Surf while I was asleep!
Jonny Spade: I was trying to wake you up!
Gooey Garth: You killed Slaking!
??: Relax you guys, you both did a great job out there – even though your team work could use a bit of fine tuning.
Everyone turns around, and it’s Alicia Laureano – with Victor absent.
Dave Shadow: Well if it isn’t Alicia…
BK London: WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?!
Alicia Laureano: Hey there Shadow, riding high off that eighth badge I gave you – huh?
Dave Shadow: Well, you know…
BK London: Wait, why would she give you the eighth badge?
Dave Shadow: Because she’s the gym leader silly…
BK London: Wh-wha-WHAAAAT?!
Kiley Johnson: Wait a second, there are FOUR gym leaders here?
XS3: From what I’m counting, yeah.
Kiley Johnson: Don’t you people have battles to take?! What kind of respectable gym leader leaves their gym to go battle in a tournament while people have badges to win?!
Chris Phenomenal: Who’s the broad?
Kiley Johnson: I am not a broad, my name is Kiley.
Chris Phenomenal: .....broad.
Kiley uses mean look.
Alicia Laureano: Alright alright, I think we’ve all argued enough here – I came to tell you, London, that you and Jake are up next, against Team Red.
BK London: Alright! Ready to go Jake?....JAKE!
BK London looks over to see Jake Cheng at the nearest vendor.
Jake Cheng: So you say if I buy 10 Magikarp, and then breed them – I can dump them in a pond and charge people to fish there?! Count me in!
Kiley grabs Jake by the ear, and pulls him back over to where BK London is.
Jake Cheng: AAARGH! It was a deal of a lifetime, hey – HEY!
Kiley Johnson: Yeah, we’re ready BK – let’s go!
Alicia Laureano: Good luck fellas!
And with that, the second battle of the quarter finals start – will BK London & Jake Cheng advance?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 31, 2009 16:55:53 GMT -5
Match 2: 7-a-side Football Match: ACW All-Stars vs. Premier League All-Stars (Credit: Dan White) The scene fades in, to a small, 7-a-side football pitch, with a handful of what must be no more than a hundred fans cheering as the lights turn on, and we are introduced to seven of ACW's finest, bearing similar shirts. They are dark orange, with the ACW logo brazened upon them, save for the goalkeeper, Jefferson, whose shirt is black and blue. They all look around, before conversing with each other.Shadow: So, does anyone know who we might be playing, then? Hughes: Who knows. They're retired professional footballers, but that could be anybody from Zinadine Zidane to Jimmy Glass! Thunderkiss: I still can't believe I got coaxed into playing this stupid sport! These shirts are way too flimsy! TK flexes, and in one smooth move the shirt tears in several places, showing off his muscular body.Thunderkiss: Finally, a man can BREATHE! Meanwhile, Dan and Senator, two of the midfielders, are passing a ball with each other, as they try to warm up.Dan: Hey, Phillips, do you remember the last time we had a match against each other? Senator doesn't respond the way Dan was hoping, instead raising an eyebrow and a sly smirk.Senator: I still have the scars. Senator is abruptly cut off with the sound of spotlights slamming on, and indeed they do, with the floodlights dimming and the spotlights focusing on the tunnel. A loud voice then echoes out.Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming today! As you can see, we have the ACW All-Stars already out on the pitch! In goal, we have Jack Jefferson! Jeers from the crowd.Announcer: In defence, Jonny Hughes and Chris Phenomenal! A mixed reactionAnnouncer: In midfield, Dan White, Senator Steve Phillips, and Thunderkiss! A huge pop for the midfield trio, who all look at each other, trying to get on the same wavelength.Announcer: And up front, the ACW World Champion, Dave Shadow! Another pop for the champ, who smiles broadly at the announcement.Announcer: Now, introducing the Premier League All-Stars! In goal, David Seaman! Hughes and Jefferson turn around, looking at each other with raised eyebrows.Hughes: Well, it could be worse, I suppose... Announcer: In defence, Neil Ruddock and Julian Dicks!! Hughes: ...I'm just glad I'm in defence. Announcer: In midfield, Roy Keane, Ben Thatcher and David Ginola! The trio walk out, with Keane already giving Thunderkiss the crazy eyes.Announcer: And the captain for the All-Stars team, Alan Shearer! There's a cheer as the captain walks out, to a smile on his face. The ACW All-Stars team on the other hand are rather concerned at the meat-headedness of the team in front of them, and Shadow leans his head back a tad, speaking to Chris.Shadow: Jesus, man. We're not even going to make it into 2010, let alone finish a half-hour match! Announcer: And the referee for today's game, Mr. Fleming from ACW! The ACW veteran referee walks out, with the matchball under his arm. He shakes the hands of Shearer and Senator, the two captains, and the duo toss a coin to see who gets kick off. Senator wins it, choosing to kick first, and he takes the ball, handing it over to Shadow.*Whistle Toots* Shadow kicks off and passes it straight towards White, who brings the ball into the PL All-Stars' half. He jinxes it beyond Ginola, although in fairness the Frenchman was never quite known for his defensive prowess. But seeing two of the roughest bastards in Premier League history in front of him, with the lust for blood, Dan panics, quickly turning and laying the ball off to Senator. The ACW captain charges the ball forwards, and for a man who probably meets the average age of all the PL stars, he shows some great agility, taking the ball to the left hand side and beating Dicks in the process. He fires the ball across the box, and rather nonchalantly, Thunderkiss blasts the ball into the bottom corner, with David Seaman helpless. A cheer goes up from the crowd, as TK shrugs his shoulders. TK: This game is easy! I don't understand why you lot (pointing towards Shadow, White, Hughes and Jefferson) get so worked up over it! The quadro ignore TK's jibe, as they make it back to the halfway line for the kick off. Not a bad start, mind. ACW All-Stars 1 – 0 Premier League All Stars Thunderkiss (1) Alan Shearer kicks the ball off, laying it straight to Roy Keane. The pass isn't great, but as Shadow goes into the 50-50, he notices that Keane is still in crazy eyes mode, and the World champion wisely bottles the challenge. Keane passes it to the right, to Welshman Ben Thatcher, and the man famous for destroying a footballer with an elbow charge looks up, playing a long ball into the ACW defence. Phenomenal goes up for it, but Shearer is also there, and the Geordie uses his elbows to catch the former Entertainment champion right in the eye. RAF waves play on, and Shearer is able to bring the ball down, laying it off to Ginola. The Frenchman darts past the boot of Hughes and hits a powerful shot, but Jefferson shows some safe hands, saving the shot comfortably. TK: Give the ball over here! I'll do what I did before! Jefferson instinctively throws it to Thunderkiss, before realising quite who he threw it to. TK, now with the impression that he's the world's greatest ever player, opts to run with the ball, and runs straight into a Dicks/Ruddock sandwich. The two burly defenders crush the Worldbreaker, who is promptly lying down in a heap on the floor. RAF blows his whistle, signalling the freekick. RAF: You two! You're not allowed any tag team action on this pitch! Freekick to ACW. Dicks raises an eyebrow at RAF's words, but shrugs it off anyways, as the ball is given to White. He takes the quick freekick, playing Shadow through on goal, but Seaman pulls off a great save to divert the ball away for a corner. Senator goes over to take it and his corner is decent, but Dicks heads it away, straight to Ginola. The Frenchman shows White a pair of heels, coasting past him before squaring the ball in the middle of the goal. Jefferson manages to divert the ball away from the incoming Thatcher, but by averting one danger, he's handed out more as the ball falls to Shearer's feet, and the Premier League's highest ever goalscorer taps the ball into an empty net. The celebrations are muted between the Premier League All-Stars, but they're pleased to be back on level terms. ACW All-Stars 1 – 1 Premier League All Stars Thunderkiss (1) Alan Shearer (7) Shadow takes the ball and we kick off again. He plays it back to Thunderkiss, who isn't prepared to let his earlier run get to his head. Instead, he lowers his eyes, and concentrates on getting to ball close to the net. But he doesn't notice that he's run into Roy Keane, who attempts to take him down with a vicious lunge to the knee. Thunderkiss manages to avoid it at the least minute, and he towers over the former Ireland captain, as though he's ready to lay one into him. TK: What the hell were you trying to do there?! Keane: I was trying to get the ball, you daft bastard. TK lowers his head and smirks, before swiftly grabbing Keane and hoisting him up by his shirt. Keane: OI! Put me down you fat prick! I'll kick your fecking head in!! But TK is unfazed by Roy's threats, and instead drops him onto his back. TK: Whatever, crackerjack. You look like you couldn't even punch your way out of a paper bag! RAF: Hey, hey! Now listen you two. If you don't want to have my foot up both your arses, you better play fairly! Freekick to ACW. Keane is not a happy puppy at this moment in time, but he is ushered away by Ruddock and Ginola, as Dan prepares to take this freekick. The Welshman hits the ball towards goal, but it only reaches the ball, accidentally bouncing off Thatcher's elbow (surprise, surprise). Senator goes for the follow up, hitting the ball as hard as he can, but he sees his shot sail wide of the post, with Seaman in no danger. Seaman takes the ball and kicks it back up the park, where it reaches Shearer. Again, his elbows are becoming a problem for Phenomenal, who is having to duck and avoid them to evade a black eye. This allows Shearer to turn and he goes to shoot, but is tackled by a resurgent Hughes, who breaks away. He passes up the wing but the pass is poor, going straight towards Julien Dicks. And the cockney hardman thumps the ball across the pitch, where Ginola is standing one on one. The Frenchman shows that he still has the style and flair of that Loreal advert, flicking the ball over Jefferson's head and into the back of the night. Fantastic finish. ACW All-Stars 1 – 2 Premier League All Stars Thunderkiss (1) Alan Shearer (7) David Ginola (13) Senator sighs as he sees his team concede again, and he gives the ball back to Dave Shadow, and kickoff is once more. It's not long before halftime, and ACW would love to get a goal back. TK has the ball and he lays it off to Phenomenal, to see what the American can do. He's pretty skilfull with a football, allowing Shearer to come towards him before dinking forwards. He passes a great ball through to Senator, who has his back to goal. But he uses his head, passing the ball backwards to White, who thumps the ball with authority, only to see it agonisingly crack the post and go wide, much to the relief of the Premier League keeper David Seaman, who was rooted to his spot. And that is the end of the first half, as RAF decides that they've had their share, and the Lucozade and Gatorade bottles come onto the pitch, with all players wanting some refreshments. HALF TIME ACW All-Stars 1 – 2 Premier League All-Stars It's still halftime, but flares already begin to boil over, as Thunderkiss and Keane bump shoulders again, as they go for a drink. TK shoves Keane, who reacts angrily, and tries to lash out at the multi-champion. But Keane is held back by Seaman and Ginola, as Hughes and Shadow put an arm on TK's shoulder, making sure that he doesn't fight back again. Either way it's shaping up to be an interesting second half.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 31, 2009 16:58:25 GMT -5
We come back to the action, and the teams are in preparation for what should be an excellent second half. TK and Keane are giving each other the evil eyes, as Alan Shearer waits for the whistle, to which RAF duly applies. Shearer kicks it to Ginola, who fakes a shimmy before passing it back to Dicks. The former defender may have an evil glare, but in age he's certainly suffered a lack of pace and concentration, and his first touch is poor, giving it straight to Senator. Phillips tries to chip the ball towards Shadow, but Seaman is able to punch the ball clear. The ball falls straight to Ruddock, who is able to pass it out wide, to Ben Thatcher. The Welshman holds his elbows up, causing Hughes to be weary of where he's going to go, but Hughes makes a great sliding tackle, and the ball falls to White. He plays the ball out wide to Thunderkiss, who shows little technique but in the size of the man shows phenomenal power, thumping the ball from the halfway line, and seeing Seaman make a quality save to tip the ball over the bar. TK punches the air with frustration, realising that this game isn't as easy as the first few seconds of the match suggested. White goes over to take the corner, but he deceives everyone, passing the ball back to Hughes. Hughes blasts the ball from the edge of the box, and the ball manages to find to bottom corner, much to the delight of Team ACW. ACW All-Stars 2 – 2 Premier League All Stars Thunderkiss (1) Alan Shearer (7) David Ginola (13) Jonny Hughes (17) The Premier League All-Stars team look around at each other, trying to pin the blame on somebody, but Shearer ignores it, kicking off and passing to Keane. The former Man Utd captain manages to take the ball past fellow Irishman Shadow, and he lays it off to Ginola. He shows his French flair, crossing it delicately into the box, and Shearer rises up. Again, his high elbows catch Phenomenal, who flies to the ground clutching his face, but fails to hear a whistle. Instead Shearer heads it down to Thatcher, whose shot hits the safe hands of Jefferson. He quickly throws the ball up to the man who beat him for the World title at Winter Discontent. Shadow brings the ball down and tries to shoot, but Ruddock is there to remove the ball and play it back to Seaman. The former Arsenal goalkeeper kicks the ball forward, and Thatcher chests the ball to Keane, who quickly plays it to Ginola, wrong-footing Thunderkiss and sending him to the floor. Keane smirks as Ginola brings the ball forward, but he can't take it past Phenomenal, who makes a great tackle. Regardless, Ginola flies to the ground, and looks over at RAF, claiming that Chris fouled him. Ginola: Oi! Zat was a freekick, non? RAF: No, it wasn't a bloody freekick. You dived, you blooming Frenchman! There's jeers from the crowd as Ginola holds his hands up, pleading his innocence, but RAF ignores him, and Phenomenal passes the ball to Hughes. The goalscorer plays the ball up to White, who brings the ball beyond Ruddock. He tries the shot, only to see it bounce off the post, and he holds his head in his hands. But the danger isn't over yet, and Dicks' hasty clearance falls straight to Thunderkiss. He attempts the shot, only for it to be blocked by the out-stretched leg of Thatcher. But that rebounds straight to Senator, who hits the ball towards goal. It deflects slightly off Keane's foot, but it's enough to wrong-foot Seaman, and the ball sails into the net, to give team ACW an unlikely lead. ACW All-Stars 3 – 2 Premier League All Stars Thunderkiss (1) Alan Shearer (7) David Ginola (13) Jonny Hughes (17) Senator (22) The ACW All-Stars have just eight minutes to hold on, but with the quality on the Premier League All-Stars team, their lead looks precarious, as Shearer passes the ball way back to Dicks. Dicks controls it, hitting it to the right wing, where Keane has the ball. He tries to play it past Thunderkiss and he's successful, but TK decides to grab Keane around the waist, forcing him to the floor. Keane is quick to his feet and confronts TK. The duo clash heads, and there is a lot of tension in the air, and Keane pushes TK in the chest. Mr. 500% looks to his left and down slightly, letting out a smirk as he takes in Keane's efforts. He quickly goes to lamp Keane in the face, but he's held back by Senator, White and Phenomenal alike. Keane watches as TK is forced back by his team mates, and told by his captain to calm himself down. Senator: Listen, it is going to be a lot more satisfying to beat this lot at their own game. So keep it calm. We only have a few minutes to hold on! TK silently follows Senator's word, getting into position as Shearer and Ginola stand over the ball, waiting to take this freekick. RAF blows the whistle, Ginola taps the ball to Shearer, and the Geordie thumps the ball towards goal. The ball is blocked by Hughes, who earns a great big thud of the ball in his face for his efforts, and it rebounds to Julien Dicks, who also has a great shot on him. He powers the ball from long range, watching it hit the post and fly back out. But the danger isn't over yet for Jefferson and his team, as Thatcher picks the ball up on the right. He crosses it in, and Keane is able to snatch the ball first, bundling it over the net over the despairing Jefferson. 3-3, and Keane looks more delighted to score that than any other goal he scored in his career. ACW All-Stars 3 – 3 Premier League All Stars Thunderkiss (1) Alan Shearer (7) David Ginola (13) Jonny Hughes (17) Senator (22) Roy Keane (26) Keane's celebration comprises of him running past Thunderkiss with his fists up, mouth open, taunting him. Thunderkiss shakes his head with disgust, as both teams go to kick the game off once again. Shadow passes to White, who goes to pass to TK, but his pass is a little off, and is heading towards the most recent goal scorer of this match in Roy Keane. Keane manages to pass the ball up to Ginola, but TK is still running, and decides to plant Keane with a Box Office Smash. Keane flies to the ground and there's uproar in the stands, as the action on the pitch swiftly descends into chaos. Ginola flicks the ball towards Shearer, who purposely elbows Phenomenal hard in the face, knocking him to the ground. But Hughes manages to take possession of the ball, only to be pursued by Ben Thatcher, who is charging at him like a gazelle, with his elbow raised. But before he can reach Hughes, the ACW captain Steve Phillips plants Thatcher with a Washington Lariat, sending the Welshman flying to the ground. Senator and Shearer briefly lock eyes, but Hughes is continuing his run. He manages to get past Dicks before knocking the ball to White. White tries to take on Ruddock, but Razor throws Dan over his head in a Back Body Drop, smacking the ground awkwardly. The ball bounces over to Thunderkiss who controls the ball, and passes it across to Hughes, with Dicks ready to make a challenge. Hughes attempts the Roaring Elbow, but Dicks manages to duck it, and throws a punch, only for Hughes to duck it. White manages to crawl over and duck behind Dicks, prompting Hughes to shove him over, and Dicks goes flying over. Hughes then leaps onto the former West Ham man, proceeding to knock seven bells out of him. Ruddock doesn't treat kindly to this, making his way over and picking Hughes up, but he then has to answer to Thunderkiss who turns him around and throws a punch. It connects, but Ruddock has been on the receiving end of punches before, and shakes it off before headbutting TK. TK stumbles 180 degrees, where he now has to answer to Keane, who finally gets a chance to get one in on Thunderkiss. He throws a punch, but is unexpectedly taken out by none other than the Premier League captain Alan Shearer, who watches Keane fly to the ground. Shearer: ...I always wanted to do that. Shearer punching his own team mate shocks almost everyone, save for Chris Phenomenal, who extracts revenge for getting elbowed at all game by leaping up from behind and throwing Shearer to the ground, before proceeding to batter him. Thunderkiss and Ruddock are brawling, before the fight between Thatcher and Senator comes into close proximity, and the collision of all four connecting causes them to fall onto Shearer and Phenomenal. Jefferson and Ginola have meanwhile begun to scrap in the corner, with Jefferson showing Ginola how to fight like a man, before Ginola makes Jefferson scream like a girl by grabbing his testicles and yanking them down. JJ screams for a moment, before charging Ginola by his head. Ginola grabs his collar as he falls and the duo are added to the pile, to which Dicks and Hughes are quickly a part of. The only two that aren't part of it are Seaman and Shadow, who are stood, watching all the chaos, shaking their heads at disbelief. Shadow: Jesus, I didn't think that it would descend into this...Seaman: Me either. But when in Rome... Seaman duly proceeds to run forwards and dive onto the pile, getting involved into the action. Shadow laughs, but notices the loose ball, and looks at the clock, seeing that there are still a few seconds left before the final whistle. Without a moment's rest, he rushes towards the ball, controlling it and readying for the kick. But as he raises his foot back, Keane is able to grab his standing foot, pulling it from underneath him. Shadow falls to the ground, hitting the floor with a thud, but also smacking his head on the ball, which begins to roll towards the ground at an agonisingly slow speed. The pile collectively stops fighting with each other and everyone turns their head, watching as the ball trickles towards the unguarded net. There's a scream from the PL All-Stars, and cheers for the ACW All-Stars as it rolls over the line, and into the back of the net. ACW All-Stars 4 – 3 Premier League All Stars Thunderkiss (1) Alan Shearer (7) David Ginola (13) Jonny Hughes (17) Senator (22) Roy Keane (26) Dave Shadow (30) And with that goal, RAF blows the whistle, prompting huge celebrations from the ACW contingent. He may not have been part of the epic pile from the end of that match, but Shadow is at the bottom of a pile of his own as his team mates jump on him, celebrating what was a fantastic match. The Premier League All Stars cannot believe that they've lost, even having the cheek to claim that at 3-3 they should have had a freekick when TK decided to demolish Keane, but RAF decides to ignore their pleas, and Team ACW are free to celebrate through the end of the night.
Well, it is a Bizarro Show, after all.
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