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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2010 16:33:16 GMT -5
Thursday Night Warfare 7th January 2010
Schedule of Matches:
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Thiago Gracie vs. Gary
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The Scorpion vs. Alex Trixer
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Robert "Badger" Garland vs. "The Soul of Philly" TJ
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The Red Panther vs. Jack Jefferson
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Main Event To Be Announced during the Show
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2010 16:36:18 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Change (Credit: BK London)
It's not quite the giant arena BK London was used to in ACW, but there was no way he was going to disappoint the fans that managed to show up to this arena under short notice. The location is a small town, somewhere in the United States; only the thousand or so fans who have been able to make the journey in response to an online ballot know where they are. To say it took them a while to find would be an understatement... and they are all hoping that the journey will have been worthwhile.
London hears the roar of the crowd and the various chants as the show is getting under way. He hears his music pounding through the speakers, and heads up the brief stairway into the sea of adoring fans.
"Amazing" by Kanye West continues to pump through the speakers and BK London steps through the curtains to a huge reaction from the small ACW audience. There are no fancy pyrotechnics - hell, the lighting is even all wrong, but he enjoys being here just as much as the fans enjoy him being here. London slaps hands with those that are close before making his way over to the steel steps and ascending them. Sporting a crisp suit, he makes the wise decision not to jump over the top rope - but instead he steps through normally and poses for the thousand or so fans in attendance.
Phillip hands him a microphone, and London looks over to both McNally & Edison and salutes them before addressing the legion of fans tonight.
BK London: You don't know how good it feels to be back.
Another huge pop from the crowd, and the "Welcome Back" chants are in full effect here. The last time he appeared on ACW television was at the end of the summer when he lost the Tag Team Championships to Flower Power.
BK London: It feels good to step between these four ropes and look out in to the thousands of....well, wait what? Well only apparently a thousand or so people in attendance, y' know...
BK London spins around, getting a good look at things here in the 'ACW' arena.
BK London: Y'know, come to think about it - things have really changed around here haven't they? I mean...where are the lights? Where is the glamor? The fancy pyrotechnics and the Alphatron? My plasmas are bigger than those two excuses for a titantron..
London points out the major differences in this new arena, and it gets quite a laugh out the crowd.
BK London: But you know what? It's alright - we'll make do with what we have until the new Chairman shows up, which will be next week, but until then - I've got some things I wanna do - since I do run this show tonight.
London reaches inside his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper before unraveling it right before the fans eyes. There appears to be quite a list on the paper, and a ton of things scratched out.
BK London: Alright...let's see. First things first - the main event has been TBA, well - we're going to change that. Tonight, one lucky person is going to have the opportunity to win the ACW Heavyweight Championship - because the title WILL be on the line tonight.
A massive pop from the crowd.
BK London: I haven't quite decided WHO I want to face Dave Shadow for his newly won title, but it will definitely be someone who hasn't recieved a title shot before. The title scene was getting a little "repetitive" if you ask me...Another thing, there are quite a few people who have been attempting to get their jobs back in the New Year - and anyone who is looking to get into the best wrestling fed out there today should see me in my office TONIGHT! Which brings me to one big wrestler, someone I have quite the history with...and his name is Adrian Flamingo...
There is a mixed reaction from the crowd. A few loved his ticking time bomb persona and his lack of respect for authority, while other straight out believe he was an asshole.
BK London: ...there have been quite a few reports of Flamingo being off his meds and that he has escaped from his asylum. Now, if anyone in this company knows Adrian Flamingo - it's me. I know of his sadistic nature and off the wall actions, he's definitely not in the right state of mind...but more than anything, I know about his thirst for competition. A thirst he is looking to quench which is the reason I suspect he's on the loose. That is why as of today, I am allowing Adrian Flamingo to return to ACW.
WHAAT?!
You heard it right, the same man who took Flamingo OUT of ACW almost two years ago is actually hiring him back, what juicy, delicious, sweet and tangy irony.
BK London: Whether we like it or not, I know Adrian Flamingo is going to return here - and he's going to provide some of the finest competition ACW has to offer. As much as I hate the man, I've got to admit that he's one of the finest atheletes ever to grace the ACW ring - with one of the finest minds, even though he's sort of off his rocker at the moment. Nonetheless, I don't want to take up any more time that could be dedicated to the show you guys came to see. I'm going to head to the back to see how my brand new office is...
BK London begins to head to the back with his music pumping through the speakers, and the fans are on their feet - but London stops.
BK London: Wait wait wait, I forgot something else major. How could it slip my mind? Since we're ushering in a new era in ACW, I had a great idea to increase competition amongst the roster. This idea revolves around the ACW titles themselves. I hope you took a good look at the International Title & Tag Team Titles folks, because as of right now - they are defunct.
London drops the mic after that bombshell announcement, and within the first 20 minutes of the show it appears that with Gingerdude leaving, the landscape for ACW has changed a bit for new and old talent alike.
What will continue to be in store for the first show of twenty ten?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2010 16:37:17 GMT -5
Segment: They're everywhere you turn Credit: Freddy Maddox
//the following segment has first person narration in it. I'm trying it out in my off camera segments to try and make them more personal to the reader.//
As the bus came to its final stop of the day and the brakes screeched to a halt for the last time, I picked up the bag laying on the seat beside me. I put the strap over my shoulder and was meeted by a slight strain, though I was not too surprised at this considering it now held my only belongings in the world. The conductor informed me this was the last destination, having watched each person around me depart through the journey I needed no reassurances. I slowly made my way to the door where I offered an awkward smile by trying to shuffle my way out as quickly as possible.
I stepped out into the dark, having travelled well over 6 hours. Pulling the zipper up on my jacket I fastened it to the top before reaching into my right pocket and taking out a scrumpled up poster. I hurriedly straightened it out as best I could to reveal an advertisement for the company I hoped I would be calling my home in the very near future. In the mean time I scanned the page for the address of the arena, knowing that not far from it was a motel of sorts. The internet is a fine thing in this day and age. Not knowing how far away or what direction it was in I knew my journey still far from over, I took a deep breath and continued back on my way. Even if I didn't know where it actually was.
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With several hours having passed and still not a sighting of a sports arena or a motel near it, I decided to do the thing that most would have done first of all. Ask somebody. I ran the scenario over in my head for a good 15 minutes or so before finally taking plunge and heading into a local bar. I pushed the large oak door open to be greeted by an establishment full of punters. As I entered it felt immediately like all eyes were on me. I slowly and wearily made my to a space on the bar and patiently waited for the bar tender to come across. However, god doesn't always work in the way you want him to and the bar tender wasn't the first person to approach me.
I felt a presence behind me and sure enough as I looked out the corner of my eye there was a man approaching. He had slick back hair and was chewing on some gum as a sly smile appear on his face like he was approaching his prey. I tried to look away hoping he hadn't caught me acknowledge him standing there. It was too late.
?: Hey there lil fella, how are ya'?
Freddy Maddox: Not bad, thanks.
?: Not much of a talker are we? What's ya' name, boy.
Freddy Maddox: Freddy.
?: That's a bit of a funny name, ain't it. Not heard nobody called Freddy round these parts before.
The man pauses to spit on his gum on the floor before reaching onto the bar beside me. He picks up a pint glass and takes a swig before continuing on before I can speak.
?: Well, whatever. We here like to welcome new folk to the area, so how's about a good ol' fashioned game of poker?
Freddy Maddox: Poker's not really my thing-
The man puts his arm around my shoulder as I tried my best to resolve the situation without any fuss.
?: Oh nonsense, boy! Anybody can play poker. Hell even if my grandmamma could play poker and she was deaf as well as practically blind!
I feel uncomfortable as no one else in the bar really seems to be paying much attention to the situation.
Freddy Maddox: I understand man, it's just I got places to be-
?: So why you come in here in the first damn place? To come stooge some of our water and use the can, huh? You can do that but can't be bothered to play one hand of poker with us?!
As I feel sweat begin to drip down my brow I try to somehow come up with a reply that won't escalate the situation any further. Luckily however I am spared the need as a bar appears behind the bar and interrupts us before we can say another word.
Bar tender: Frank what you doing hassling this kid? Go sit down before I cut off your beer for the night.
There is a slight sense warmth inside me as I see a brief staredown between the two before the first man decides he'd rather have another beer tonight and heads off back to his friends.
Bar tender: So now that problems dealt with, what can I get ya' buddy?
Freddy Maddox: Nothing. I mean, I just came in to see if you knew where this place is.
I reach into my pocket again and pull out the poster once more to hand it to the bar tender. He examines for a brief moment before handing it back and nodding.
Bar tender: Sure I do. That's about a mile and a half north-east from here. Just head out here, turn right and follow the road. Turn left at the lights and by the time you need to turn again you'll be close enough to see it.
Freddy Maddox: Alright man, thanks for your help with both things.
Bar tender: Heh, no problem. He's pretty harmless by the way, he'll try and con newbies out of a few dollars but as long you can see out of one eye he loses everytime!
I smile and nod my head before turning back to the face door and exiting as quickly as possible.
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As I take my room key for the next two nights I breathe a sigh of relief. I make my way up stairs and approach the room labelled "14". I insert the key and twist, hearing the familiar click of a door unlocking. I enter and look around the room. Simple and basic, but with no job and my savings spent on my training I can hardly of hoped for any better. I undress and get into bed, knowing that tomorrow will decide my destiny forever.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2010 16:38:25 GMT -5
A New Era in ACW By Dave Shadow & Two Special Guests Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the NEEEW ACW World Heavyweight Champion....DAVE SHADOW!!!Here come the drums, here come the drums! The crowd rise to their feet, as “Voodoo Child” by the Rogue Traders starts to blare over the sound system, everyone wanting to show how pumped up they are for a new era beginning tonight in ACW. Dave Shadow doesn’t wait to long; after a few seconds of his music introducing him, Dave Shadow comes bounding out through the curtains, the biggest smile ever on his face. Dressed in a fine suit, dark sunglasses, and with his ghost white hair slicked back, Dave looks every bit the champion he now is. Of course, the amazing title belt around his waist certainly adds to this as well. He stands at the top of the ramp, playing to the fans, posing and thanking them for their warm reception.
Dave doesn’t go down to the ring, but instead opts to stand at the top of the ramp. For this small crowd, this is quite possibly history in the making, and everyone is looking up towards him. Dave unstraps the title belt and throws it over his shoulder, before he takes a microphone out from his back pocket. His music slowly dies down, as he looks around the small arena.
Dave: You know, right now, tradition would state that I, as the new World Champion, would walk out here and have a fancy celebration ceremony. There’d be fireworks, music, confetti, maybe some dancing girls....and yet, given the circumstances, ACW isn’t in the position to do that at the moment. And while others may be pissed off that their big moment might be ruined, I see this as an opportunity.
Do not get me wrong. I would like a big hullabaloo. I like cake. I like dancing girls. A celebration ceremony would be nice. But then, for so many, it also represents the weakness that other champions have. All flash. No substance. So unfortunately, there won’t be any celebration ceremony. Not a traditional, OTT affair anyway. Instead, I look forward towards tonight, and indeed the future, and I realise things need to change. Change is already taking place, whether we want it too or not. So what I say is that as champion, it is up to me to lead this change and make sure that ACW comes out of it positively, vibrantly, and with a fresh outlook on life.
That means fresh starts. That means new opportunities. Tonight begins a new era for ACW, and I don’t mean just in terms of a World Champ. I am not some egotistical maniacal fool who thinks that this company cannot live without me. Yes, I am now the face of ACW. And allow me to reassure everyone here that I will take that responsibility extremely seriously. I have said for months that this company needs a world champion that it can be proud of, and I full plan on making sure you fans are proud of what I do.
However, ACW cannot run with me alone. And that is why I plan to help start the New Year in a big way. First show of 2010, I stand before you and say that it is now time to give those who have been passed over a chance. No longer can we afford to be casual about letting stars of the future slip through our fingers. And as such, I have decided to form a new group. A group of superstars who, I think, are the future of ACW. The future of the wrestling industry. I have approached two people who I know can be future World Champions, just like I am. And I want to give them a chance. Cause quite frankly, they deserve it.Dave walks to the side of the stage, and turns to look at the curtain. The crowd all turn their attentions to it now, eager to see who Dave has decided to align himself with.
Dave: The first man calls himself the Soul of Philly, and to be honest, I think he has potential to be the soul of the entire ACW as well. He is a man who sought advice from me, and in doing so, showed that he wants to improve, and wants to become the best he can. I admire that. As such, allow me to introduce my first new ally.....TJ!*Wanted Man begins to play play as the lights go out. Red, white, and gold lights flash as TJ rises up like Kurt Angle in TNA. TJ looks around. He then does a Goldberg like jump as red, white, and gold fireworks go off and the lights come on. At this same time, the lyrics come on. TJ walks down to the ring and slides in the ring. He goes to the corner and throws his arms in the air and then beats his chest with one arm. He looks back at Rocky and jumps off and spins 180 to face his opponent. *The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Wasn’t expecting someone like me were you guys, huh? *TJ smiles as the fans cheer for him. He turns to Dave.*The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Dave, I want to thank you for offering me a spot in this group. I’ve done almost everything there is to do in this business. I’ve won hardcore match where I couldn’t stand afterwards, I’ve won tons of titles, I’ve broken as many bones of myself as the bones I’ve broken on others, I’ve thrown people off of a steel cell, I’ve BEEN thrown off a steel cell, but there has been one thing that I haven’t been able to do: win a world title. No I’m not joining this group just so I can get close with Dave and turn on him, no, I’m in this group to follow the same path Dave took. I want to follow this man’s path to greatness, to history. He showed me his path when he convinced me that I have what it takes to make it big. And now, I have footsteps I can step in, albeit my feet are a bit bigger than his, and follow those footsteps to a future world title and maybe even a future hall of famer. Thank you Dave. Dave and TJ shake hands, as the crowd cheer. Dave puts the microphone up to his mouth, and starts introducing the second member of this new group.
Dave: Member number two is someone who, when I saw he was expressing interest in returning to ACW, I rang him immediately, and requested his presence here tonight. This is a man whom I can honestly say was crucial in my becoming an ACW star. This man brought me to the attention of everyone here, and with the potential I know he has, I wish now to help him become the legend I know he can be. Ladies and gentlemen....Chris Williams! Back off, I’ll take you on! Headstrong to take on anyone!
As “Headstrong” by Trapt hits the speakers, Chris Williams appears from behind the curtain to a huge ovation. Though never a big name in the company, Williams has been around a few times, and it seems as though he is remembered by the faithful fans. Chris smiles and poses atop the stage, before running down the ramp toward the ring. He slaps a few hands along the way and then slides under the ropes and into the ring.
In the ring, Williams is awestruck by the fans still giving him a good cheer, and he shows gratitude by climbing on the turnbuckle and raising his fist in the air, causing another good roar. Williams climbs down and walks over to Dave and TJ, who are both smiling. Williams grins before taking the microphone from Dave.
Williams: I’m baaaa-aaaack….
The crowd collectively shits their pants in the roar for Williams. He laughs at the cheering, before continuing on again.
Williams: Now, I’m sure many of you heard that I was joining before it was even official, but I’m sure this part is new to everyone. Dave wanted to make certain that this was kept under wraps, and as soon as I let him know I was pondering returning, he threw the offer my way to be a part of the finest alliance of wrestlers that the business has ever seen. How can I turn that down? So I signed my contract, and here I am!
So what’s my plan, you ask? I can sum it up in three words… The Entertainment Championship. That title that I was merely inches from in a ladder match so long ago. That title that was instead snagged by none other than this number one primo-badass over here. Look at where he is now… that’s where I can someday be, with these two fellas here. For now, I’m content with busting heads on my way to the top. It’s gonna be a hell of a ride… because you all damn well know…
I will not be out-hustled.
I will not be out-matched or under-prepared.
I will
NOT
BACK
DOWN! Dave shakes Chris’ hand, and moves back to the center of the stage. TJ and Chris stand either side of him, as Dave puts the microphone up to his mouth one more time.
Dave: See, tonight marks a rebirth for ACW. Tonight, ACW undergoes it’s very own Renaissance and that...that excites me. I want to create a legacy. I shan’t hide that fact. I want ACW, under Dave Shadow, to enter a golden age. And to do that, I have asked these two men to help me. I considered myself the future of ACW for so long, and now, it would appear as if I am the present.Dave looks at the title belt on his shoulder, and then looks back to the crowd, a massive smile still across his face.
Dave: Chris and TJ here...they are the future now. And I plan on helping them to grow into the pillars of ACW. TJ and Chris look at each other, both smiling as well, delighted to be getting this chance. The three men are all obviously friends, and this shows, everyone so comfortable with each other like they’ve been a team for years.
Dave: That is not to say that these two are the only future Hall of Famers. I am not naive and I am not blind. There are people backstage tonight who have amazing potential. And to them I say...step up. Make an impact. And show me, the other wrestlers and the entire world what you can do. Cause I won’t be hiding. Consider this my mission statement. I will fight anyone. Anywhere. Anytime. I will be a fighting champion. A champion of the people. A champion for the future. And we, collectively, promise to carry ACW into an era that you fans will be proud of. The future is bright guys. Let’s start ACW’s Renaissance off with a promise. A promise that we will give the fans the show that they want....and that they deserve.Dave puts his arm out, inviting Chris and TJ to do the same. They walk forward and put their hands over Dave, as “Voodoo Child” starts playing again. The cameraman positions himself in front of the trio, as they break away from each other again. Dave grabs both men’s arms and holds them up in the air, as the crowd cheer.Edison: So we’ve got a new group here in ACW, and the fans seem to be lapping it up. McNally: These guys claim to be the future of ACW, and given what we’ve seen of them to date, I think that they have a good claim to the title.[/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2010 16:39:00 GMT -5
“FUTURE IMPERFECT” Credit: Thunderkiss [Stuck in a room half the size they are accustomed to is a harsh reminder to both Thunderkiss & Anna Sommers that they are not in Kansas anymore. The coming news of Ginger’s downfall has stunned the both of them to the point where they care not about lavish surroundings. Like a train wreck you can’t turn away from ACW’s current predicament has captivated both of them to the point of utter disbelief. They, like all the rest, were going to make it here tonight through hell or high water to bear witness of the end of one era and the coming of a next.] Thunderkiss: So tell me, how does it feel?Anna Sommers: It feels ... weird. Like, I feel frustrated my the opportunity to unleash my anger onto him has been stolen from me but yet at the same time I feel sad. No matter how much Daddy has said to me, no matter how much Daddy has done, I can’t help but feel compassion for him. Thunderkiss: The fact that you feel this way makes me question that you are his daughter to begin with. Are you sure your Mom didn’t boink the milk man? I mean, you do seem to have quite the obsession with dairy products. Anna Sommers: I am not in the mood for your jokes, sug’. The pain he must be enduring ... I just can’t imagine what must be going on in his head right now. This company meant the world to him. Thunderkiss: You’re damn right it did, more so than his own daughter. If you ask me, the scumbag deserved this. Nobody knows better than I that karma can be a bitch. Anna Sommers: Well so can I and unless you want my claws to come out, I’d suggest that we drop this all together. Thunderkiss: Who-hoo! Look at you! Little Miss Thunderkiss is headed for a collision corse with some anger management sessions! I think I have some left over pamphlets from my last sessions if you care to borrow them.[/i][/B] “Whoa, I better back off some. If eyes could really shoot daggers, I’d be impaled right now.” Thunderkiss: Look, I know it is hard for you to speak ill of your father. He always meant the world to you but take it from a man whose very existence was loathed by his only parent, it’s better to leave the past be and eye the future. Anna, my dear, the man, your relationship with him and everything that has to do with Jonathan Gingerdude *IS* the past. Hear my words and - “I know she doesn’t want to respond but saying my stupid catch phrases has always brought a smile to her face. I know the instant her sorrow filled eyes look up at me and the corner of her mouth begins to curve its way upwards that my efforts pay off. And they say I am not a romantic man. I should totally get into the greeting card business. Now there is an idea, Thunderkiss greeting cards. Nothing says I love you like a picture of my mug. I think I will put a call into Wilcox.” Anna Sommers: - take heed. Thunderkiss: I know, I know. Easier said than done, huh?[Often, actions mean more than words. To resinate a show of unconditional support Thunderkiss wraps his arm around his wife and draws her in close.] Thunderkiss: But do know that somebody loves you unconditionally, even though he did not donate his DNA to help bring you into existence. The best I can do is just keep donating my own DNA to you, which by the way, if you want something to take your mind off of all this, I have an extra surplus built up right now.Anna Sommers: I’ll grab the straw. Thunderkiss: While you do that, I gotta few things to take care of. Anna Sommers: Protip, women don’t like it when their men chose other things over them, especially when they purpose a free blow job. Thunderkiss: I know, I know, but we are in no man’s land, babe. Hell, this hole might not even be around tomorrow leaving me on the free agent market. And if it does, who’s to say the new guy next won’t be worse than your old man? Right now there are a lot of “if’s” and I am not going to just kick my feet up and allow others to spread their influence. Hell, the monkeys in charge decided to put that ignoramus BK London in charge tonight. If that is any indication of the future, I need to get off my ass and ensure that one of two things happen: either we become the face of this company as it returns to its former glory or we rape and plunder it for what we can before we blow this popsicle stand.Anna Sommers: Ignoramus is a big word for you. Thunderkiss: Thank Steve Phillips and all his fancy words. If you thought that was Shakespearean, you haven’t seen anything yet, babe. My first step towards an utopia for Thunderkiss and all thunder kind will be the writing of a letter. Does “for my new friend” sound too informal? Anna Sommers: Sounds friendly, exactly what you want. The pen is truly mightier than the sword. Thunderkiss: Especially when I stick it right between your eyes. [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2010 16:42:32 GMT -5
Merry Christmas ChrisChris Phenomenal and SenatorThe scene opens in the new communal locker room. The pristine private ones long gone with the ACW Arena. No longer is their a mini-fridge stocked for each person, plush chairs to relax and watch the show in, instead there’s a simple folding chair and a small cubby hole for each persons outerwear. The room is quiet until the door bangs open and Chris Phenomenal steps in, Senator Steve Phillips pulling up the rear. Senator: I always knew it would come to this for Jonathan. He ran his company into ruin, wasting pennies on needless upgrades and mediocre talent. Did he listen however? No, was never willing to even give me an ear to explain that he should be making millions of dollars, even in this economic crisis. Always dismissed me he did and now he has been left with nothing, forced into ruin. Chris is only half listening as he walks over towards his assigned locker and removes his winter jacket, hanging it on the hook as Senator continues on. Senator: At least it is a new day for Alpha Championship Wrestling. A new investor having taken over, a new man in charge of the business decisions. I do hope he will be more willing to listen to us though, able to learn from the mistakes of his predecessor. As Chris reaches for the folding chair he comes out holding something else, square, wrapped in a paper bag with ribbon on the top. Senator: There is a number of things I believe would help this company out, the least of which is a complete overhaul of the officials. That Fleming character… Chris interjects. Chris Phenomenal: Hey, what do you make of this?Chris turns and shows the parcel to Senator who shakes his head as Chris looks at the tag that simply reads Chris. Senator: Some form of parcel I would presume. Maybe your Christmas bonus? Chris Phenomenal: I guess, Ginger didn’t go down before it.Chris tears open the bottom of the parcel and holds it upright hand beneath as a card comes sliding out before what ever else is in. Setting it down for a moment as he turns open the card and reads it aloud. Chris Phenomenal: Chris. Hope you enjoyed your holidays. Here’s a little something for you. I suggest you turn to page 18Chris drops the card and reaches into the bag and latches on to whatever is inside, pulling it out and looking down at it for a brief moment. Chris Phenomenal: What the fuck?Taking the magazine in his hand he raises it up and shows it to Senator, revealing it to be an X-rated fetish magazine. Senator shakes his head in disgust as Chris looks down. Senator: Smut, perverting our youth. It is that sort of filth that is poisoning society. Throw it out Chris, you need not want for those common whores. Chris Phenomenal: I know, I’ve got no interest in this sort of shit, but I’m just wondering why it was sent to me. The note said to turn to page eighteen.Senator: Just throw it away Chris, it is nothing. Likely someone, quite possibly Shadow playing one of his immature practical jokes, trying to get your goat so the euphemism goes. Chris Phenomenal: What’s it going to hurt though? Worst to worse it’s Shadows mom in a black muumuu and I dose my eyes in acid to relieve them of the burn.With that Chris turns the magazine, looking at the page numbers on the left until he reaches page 18 and opens it up and looks down at the spread in front of him. Chris Phenomenal: Son of a bitch!Chris throws the magazine clear across the locker room, Senator having to duck out of the way of the flying projectile before looking up, his face a mixture of confusion and annoyance. Senator: What was that for? Chris Phenomenal: That was Paige!Senator: Who? Chris Phenomenal: It was Paige, I’m sure of it.Senator: I don’t recall that name but nevertheless she is likely some run of the mill harlot, prostituting her body to make a pittance. Higher education Chris… Chris turns his head, a small tear in his eye as he lunges at Senator, grabbing hold of him by the collar of his shirt and throwing him into one of the cubby holes. Chris Phenomenal: She’s not a fuckin’ whore.Totally caught off guard, Senator is unable to defuse the situation, his back, already a source of discomfort now having been slammed mercilessly into the wall flaring up again, the pain shooting up his spine. Senator: I am sorry…just please, let go. Chris looks at Senator and lets go as he slumps away, rubbing his back as Chris looks on grabbing the magazine. Chris Phenomenal: This shit it’s not her, they’ve still got her. They said they let her go and had shown her a letter from me that she was never to contact me again. I believed them…I trusted them.Chris leans over and slams his fist through the plaster on the wall as Senator looks on, totally caught off guard by the sudden about face of Chris Phenomenal. Joyous prior to entering the room and now presently in hysterics. Senator: Who? Chris Phenomenal: I don’t know who or they’d be fuckin’ dead ‘bout now.Chris walks over and grabs the magazine and tears the spread to pieces, wiping his face with the back of his hand before going to the front cover and looking at the publishing company. Chris Phenomenal: Frost Media, Chicago, Illinois.Chris throws the magazine down and reaches into the cubby hole for his jacket as Senator looks on. Senator: Where are you going? Chris Phenomenal: Chicago.Senator: You can not, the show is in less than an hour and we have already talked about what is going to happen tonight. You also can not make a bad impression on the new owner, first impressions are pivotal. Chris slaps on his coat and heads towards the door, talking to Senator as he goes. Chris Phenomenal: Fuck first impressions, fuck the new owner, fuck Dave Shadow. Fuck it all, it doesn’t matter right now.Chris reaches the door and opens it as Senator calls out. Senator: Wait! Chris, already out the door turns around and peaks his head in the door, angrily yelling at him. Chris Phenomenal: WHAT!Senator: Use your head. Chris Phenomenal: I don’t have the fuckin’ time for this.Senator: Illinois is my state. Stay here and work the show. I promise afterwards that we will visit Chicago and Frost Media. You will likely have more success with a political dignitary on your side than just storming onto their premises. Chris Phenomenal: I don’t need your help here Senator…I don’t even want you involved. Everyone that does seems to end up dead, one way or another.Senator: I assure you that isn’t going to happen to me of all people. Use logic and reason to see that my way is better. Chris Phenomenal: I don’t need you getting involved. This isn’t Capitol Hill where everything follows set rules, in fact there are no rules here. It’s whatever happens happens, they don’t care and neither do I. It’s not your cup of tea.Senator: Chris, I might not have the background as you, I may not have dealt with the same situations but I assure you I can help you. If you don’t want me getting to deep then fine but at least listen to me and let me go with Frost Media. My presence I am sure will aid you and afterwards if you so choose I will get out of your way, let you handle things as you wish. Chris Phenomenal: You don’t know the type of people you’ll be dealing with. They’re not the suit wearing, scotch sucking type.Senator: Then consider it a learning experience, an introduction in what you grew up with. Just come in here and do not haste away like that. Right now you are needed here, not in Chicago. Chris looks at Senator for a moment before pushing open the door and walking in, head hung low, whispering under his breath. Chris Phenomenal: I miss her.Senator: I’m sorry? But Chris just ignores Senator as he slinks out of his jacket and props open the chair as Senator looks on, confused but also concerned. His protégé having shown at least some signs of being able to control his emotions after the past month but now all their work seems to have been for naught, all over one photo spread. ================= Match 1: Thiago Gracie vs. Gary (Credit: Senator) As the audience ramps up for their first televised match, Gary is already seen in the ring, "Loser" playing over the PA system as always. Before long, a generic Samba theme plays, heralding the debut of jiu-jitsu fighter Thiago Gracie. The crowd mostly cheers Gracie as he walks down to the ring, wearing his trademark black jiu-jitsu gi, removing the top before he sets foot inside the squared circle. *Bell Rings* Gary, ever gutsy, starts off the match with a big knife edge chop to his larger opponent's chest. Gracie gives him a bewildered look, and eats a few more chops, before responding with a big palm strike...but Gary ducks it into a back switch, immediately going for a horizontal cradle, unfortunately failing to complete even a two count. Gracie pops back up, and hobbles his opponent with a series of leg kicks, continuing his offence with a big hammerlock scoop slam that nets a loud reaction from the people at ringside. Gracie motions for Gary to stand, but instead, the loveable jobber scoots back to a turnbuckle, and even catches Thiago with a boot to the jaw when he approaches. Gary continues his attack with a big right hand, and runs off the ropes, connecting solidly with a dropkick that fails to knock Gracie over. Still, rallying the crowd, Gary runs off the ropes again, this time going for a sunset flip, rolling over his opponent and trying to use the momentum to pull Thiago over...but Gracie's not having any of this, wagging a finger in Gary's face, before rapidly dropping down to his back, spinning right into the armbar! Gary instantly taps, handing Thiago Gracie his first ACW victory, making quite the statement to the rest of the organization. Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2010 16:42:56 GMT -5
Segment: 99 problems but the beach ain't one (Written by: The Red Panther)
The following segment takes place on Saturday the 2nd of January 2010.
Our view opens in Honolulu, Hawaii, more precisely a beach. The beach is filled with golden sands, waves splashing against them softly, the sun beating down. The beach is surrounded by a few odd palm trees and an old beach house. There is only one person sitting on the beach, a young man sitting on a deck chair wearing an orange and green palm tree style shirt, blue jeans, and an un-mistakable red and black mask, worn only by one man, The Red Panther. He is sitting alone, listening to an iPod with his eyes only half open. An un-named interviewer enters from one side wearing a white t-shirt and stone washed jeans. He has black messy hair and is about 5'12.
Interviewer: Mr Panther, mr Panther?
The interviewer runs across to the beach to Panther. Panther slowly opens his eyes, sighs and turns off his iPod.
[glow=red,2,300]Panther:[/glow] Yes? I'm very busy.
Panther chuckles at his own joke.
Interviewer: I would just like to ask you some questions about ACW.
[glow=red,2,300]Panther:[/glow] Fine, but make it quick, I'm trying to enjoy my retirement here.
Interviewer: Why are you not on ACW island? Why did you decide to return home?
[glow=red,2,300]Panther:[/glow] Well, Gingerdude has gone, which means ACW is in limbo, and due to a lope hole in my contract, I have decided to take my remaining pay and leave. My money should come through in a few days at which point I'm going to take a trip round the world and then spend the rest of my days making up for all the drinking I have had to pass on due to being in ACW.
Interviewer: That's the thing, Gingerdude didn't own your contract, even though he signed it. You are still tied to ACW.
[glow=red,2,300]Panther:[/glow] So? I stay here until next week at which point they find Gingerdude with a hookers stiletto boot through his eye, have a few days of mourning and then decide to close.
Interviewer: No, it's all still going, and now they have some money. You are even booked for the next show, all though the venue isn't that great.
[glow=red,2,300]Panther:[/glow] Now? In this time of mourning?
Interviewer: Didn't you just claim he has stabbed by a prostitute?
[glow=red,2,300]Panther:[/glow]Don't put words in my mouth chump. Who are you anyway? Don't you work for some crappy TV station nobody watches?
Interviewer: ESPN and Sky Sports?
[glow=red,2,300]Panther:[/glow] BSPN and some crumpet eater TV station, yeah. So who am I facing, since you apparently know more about The Red Panther then I do?
Interviewer: Jack Jefferson I think.
Panther chuckles.
[glow=red,2,300]Panther:[/glow] Jack Jefferson? He was the most undeserving ACW champion ever. You could most likely have a decent time at a club with Dan White, hell he's mostly likely drunk out of his mind right now, Hunter was killed and came back which makes him badass and Dave Shadow is Irish, those people need a break. What has Jefferson done to deserve a title? Nothing. I beat Jonny Spade, Chris Phenomenal and many others, and what do I get? Oh yeah, I win a title match only to have that cunt Wheeler get the win by pushing me over, although he calls that a finisher. Fine, I will turn up, if only to show that I deserved to won the title on the last show of two-thousand and nine.
Interviewer: There have been rumors of BK London returning to ACW to replace Gingerdude. Thoughts?
[glow=red,2,300]Panther:[/glow]Bullshit. If that fat sack'o crap can even get out of bed after spending the last year or so full of more alcohol then Dan Whites wine cellar his ability to talk will make Sly Stallone look like a fucking after dinner speaker. I respect him as a wrestler sure, but as a person, he sucks.
Interviewer: OK, just two more to go. Some people have said you softened up over the Christmas break and have become a lot less aggressive, even going out drinking without sending somebody to ER. Why?
[glow=red,2,300]Panther:[/glow] Well, things have calmed down. I feel better about things, you know. Looking back, I seemed too be making bad decisions, saying the wrong things, being the rash rookie.
Interviewer: So you are saying, you know your place?
[glow=red,2,300]Panther:[/glow] Hell no jack hole. I'm saying I'm more matured and not getting into as much trouble, not starting anything, you know. My sights are set up wards, and it seems the only way to get there is in the ring, ya know? I'm less of a Jedward, more of a Joe McCeldry, without singing The Climb. Or being a British punk kid. Now, this last question?
Interviewer: And an improvised one, now you know you are still under contract, when will you be returning to ACW island?
Panther stands up from his seat and puts his iPod in his pocket.
[glow=red,2,300]Panther:[/glow] Right about...
Now.
Panther chuckles as he turns, walking back toward his beach house.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2010 16:44:53 GMT -5
Segment: Recruiting (Credit: Michael Smart)
The scene opens up on a hallway inside the arena. There are people walking and running around from place to place, trying to find where they're supposed to go in this new, unknown place. The camera, however, is focused on one person in particular. Wearing a red collar shirt and light blue jeans, Daniel Smart is slowly walking amidst the chaos, looking around. He takes quick glances at everyone that passes by, apparently hoping to see something he likes. He continues walking around the hallway, the camera following him as they make their way to a corner. Daniel looks around the corner and appears to spot something, as he quickly makes his way around the corner. The camera is quick to follow, showing Daniel heading to a group of three interns.
Daniel Smart: Hey, do you guys have a minute?
The interns stop their discussion to turn at Daniel. The camera gets into a better position, allowing everyone to see the interns clearly. One of the interns, a young, dark-haired man of average height and weight, looks at Daniel with a scowl on his face.
Intern 1: What do you want?
Daniel Smart: Alright, first I need to know whether you're doing anything important.
Intern 1: What do you need to know that for?
Daniel Smart: I have a proposition to make to the three of you, but I need to know whether you have the time, first.
Another of the interns, a young woman with brown hair, the same height as the first intern, answers Daniel's question.
Intern 2: No, we don't have anything to do at the moment. There's been some mix-ups with the schedules and what not, so we're pretty much just waiting for someone to give us work to do.
Intern 1: Yeah, because working as an intern is fun.
Daniel ignores the first intern's sarcastic remark, delighted at the answer to his question.
Daniel Smart: Don't worry, I have an idea for all three of you! Now, bare with me, as I'm about to explain the greatest idea I've ever had.
Intern 1: We don't want to hear it.
It takes a second for the first intern's statement to sink in.
Daniel Smart: Wait, what?
Intern 1: I said we don't want to hear it. Do we look like the kind of people who care about every crazy suggestion given to us by random guys interrupting our conversations?
The third intern, who has been silent up until now, leans in to the first intern. The third intern is a young man, slightly shorter than the other two, with blonde hair and a nervous face. His voice is quiet, almost whispering to the first intern.
Intern 3: Maybe we should listen to him. That's Michael Smart's cousin, Daniel. This could be great for our careers.
Daniel smiles.
Daniel Smart: Good job talking some sense into him.
The third intern snaps back as he hears Daniel addressing him, stuttering as he nervously tries to put a coherent sentence together.
Intern 3: U-uh... th-thanks, sir...
Daniel Smart: Just call me Daniel! Anyway, I'm assuming you want to hear what I have to say after all?
Seeing the first intern crossing his arms in front of him, annoyed, while the third intern is waiting for someone else to say something, the second intern nods.
Intern 2: Let's hear this out.
Daniel Smart: Alright! So basically... wait, before we do that, I need a way to address you guys.
Intern 2: Oh, of course! My name is...
Daniel Smart: Stop right there! I'm not good with names, I keep forgetting them, and then people get pissed off and I'll have to run back to my cousin for protection again.
Intern 2: But my name is...
Daniel Smart: I told you to stop! I need something more memorable... I know! I'm going to give you guys nicknames!
Intern 1: Wow, you sure are a genius.
Daniel Smart: Shut up, Sarcastic Intern.
Intern 1: Wait, are you going to keep calling me Sarcastic Intern...
Daniel Smart: For the rest of your life, yes.
Sarcastic Intern groans, crossing his arms once again, making it clear that he doesn't like this situation at all. The second intern turns to Sarcastic Intern, trying to cheer him up.
Intern 2: Come on, it's not that bad. This is too great an opportunity to pass by for us to start getting picky over what we're called!
Daniel Smart: Yeah, listen to what Token Girl Intern has to say.
Intern 2: Wait, Token Girl Intern? Why can't you give me a nickname based on my personality like...
Daniel ignores her as he turns to the third intern.
Daniel Smart: And you will be Shy Intern.
Shy Intern merely nods, not wanting to argue with Daniel. Token Girl Intern glares at Daniel while Sarcastic Intern is smirking at Token Girl Intern's change of heart. Daniel doesn't seem to notice the poor reception to his nicknames, proceeding with his explanation.
Daniel Smart: Alright, now that we're done with that...
Suddenly a fourth intern walks up to the group. This intern has short, brown hair, a slightly chubby body and a bright expression on his face.
Intern 4: Hello, children!
Sarcastic Intern and Token Girl Intern groan out loud while Shy Intern stays quiet, not wanting to show his negative emotions about the fourth intern.
Daniel Smart: Uh... who are you?
Intern 4: Who, me? My name is...
Daniel Smart: No, no names! We're working with nicknames only! Hey, can you guys help me out? Your first task is to come up with a nickname for him!
Sarcastic Intern: How about Quotes South Park a Lot Intern? That's really the only worthwhile thing he does, anyway.
The fourth intern seems unmoved by Sarcastic Intern's remarks as Daniel contemplates the nickname.
Daniel Smart: Hmm... that's a bit too long. We need to get it shorter somehow... maybe an acronym? Ooh, I know! We're going to call you Q-Spal!
Sarcastic Intern, Token Girl Intern and Shy Intern all stare at Daniel in disbelief, wondering what the hell he is on. Q-Spal meanwhile seems to like the name.
Q-Spal: That sounds good to me!
While the other three interns whether Daniel and Q-Spal are long-seperated brothers who were both dropped on their heads a lot as children, Daniel slaps his hands together, rubbing them in excitement.
Daniel Smart: Awesome! Now then, time to explain my idea! Alright, so since we're dealing with all these management and financement issues or whatever - I haven't really been paying attention to be honest - I thought that I should do my part in helping boost the ratings. After a lot of thinking I've decided to bring back an old fan favorite! You see, there was one room that was used as a storage room, but I managed to get all the stuff thrown out of there to fulfill my idea...
Daniel keeps explaining his idea to the four interns, the voice, along with the rest of the scene fading to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2010 16:45:37 GMT -5
January 4th – 2 Days ‘til Showtime Jack Jefferson A chink of morning light breaks through the partially open curtain of Jack Jefferson’s apartment. The chink of light plays across Jefferson’s unshaved features; causing his eyes to creak open and his hand to lethargically make its way up to his face to wipe away the drool at the right corner of his mouth. The hand continues up, to wipe the crust away from his eyes as he groans. Sitting up he yawns and stretches, no longer even attempting to fight the fact he’s awake. He runs his hand through his hair as he gets out of bed and staggers, wearily, through to his living room.
As he flicks the light switch he blinks, his eyes adjusting to the intense glare, and surveys the chaos before him. A huge stack of pizza boxes leaning at a dangerous angle, empty beer cans and Jack Daniels bottles strewn all over the floor, half-eaten sandwiches gathering dust and layers of mould. It is clear that since 20th December things have taken a downhill turn for Jefferson. His face is totally unshaven with a beard in place of his usual stubble, his hair has become slightly overgrown and is obviously greasy, and his t-shirt, crumpled and three days old with various stains down the front. Since losing the ACW World Heavyweight Title he has holed himself up in his apartment and avoided all contact with the outside world, save for the occasional interaction with the pizza delivery boy. It’s fair to say ACW’s annual winter break has been less than kind to him.
Flicking the TV on, he flops down onto the sofa, settling into the groove that has developed in the 16 days since ACW went on break for the winter. Rustling around on the floor he finds a half-empty bottle of Fosters from the night before and takes a long swig, barely even grimacing at the taste of the warm, flat contents. He is looking at the television but his eyes have completely glazed over as he takes another gulp of the retched contents of the bottle. He is snapped out of his vegetable-like state as an advert for ACW’s return show – January 6th 2010...watch it! – is played on the screen. However, he doesn’t watch the entire thing as an image of Dave Shadow, complete with World Title, is shown. Snarling, Jefferson hurls his bottle at the television, doing a thorough job of destroying it as the bottle makes contact with the flat screen. His snarl still in place, Jefferson marches into the kitchen to grab himself another bottle of beer from the fridge.
As he makes his way back to the safety of his sofa groove the phone rings, startling him slightly. He grabs the phone quickly. It might, finally, be someone from ACW to let him know what’s going on; he of all people should’ve been told what the hell’s happening by now!Jefferson: Yeah? ??: ...Jack? It’s not ACW, he recognises the voice instantly and something stirs in the pit of his stomach. It could be undigested pizza but he doubts it, so far he’s felt this way every time he’s heard her angelic voice. Stephanie. He thought she’d lost interest after he’d gone hermit and begun avoiding the world but here she is calling him. Wait, he’d better answer...he’s been monologuing in his head for far too long.Jefferson: That’s me. Stephanie: Jack, it’s Steph. I’m seriously worried about you. I haven’t seen you in nearly 3 weeks and every time I’ve tried to contact you your phone has been unavailable. Jefferson: Yeah, it’s been off the hook. Stephanie: Well, what’ve you been up to? I thought for sure I’d see you on New Year’s Eve...kissing at midnight and all that! Jefferson: Nothing, I’ve just been here. Stephanie: At the flat? The entire time?! Jefferson: Yup. Stephanie: Christ! I realised it’d hit you hard, but I didn’t think it’d be this bad. Look, I’m working today but maybe we could meet up tomorrow? I know the show starts up again on Wednesday and I wanna see you before then. Jefferson: Sure, where? Stephanie: Just meet me at Starbucks, you know the one. Right, I gotta shoot but it’s good to know you’re still alive! See ya tomorrow babe, kisses! Stephanie didn’t hear a reply, only the hanging up tone. Little did she know that for the first time since Winter’s Discontent a smile had appeared on the face of Jack Jefferson. As he walks there is actual spring in his step; it’s like his life has been given purpose again. He catches a glimpse of himself in a mirror and grimaces, running his hand through his beard like he can’t quite believe it; his unusually rebellious hair too. With reality well and truly snapped back into focus he walks straight to the bathroom and picks up his razor. He can’t meet Stephanie looking like this! Sniffing, he realises he’d probably better shower too.
Fade to Black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2010 16:47:48 GMT -5
Segment Name - Part 1 - Face to Face! (Origin Saga Chapter 1)/Mysterious Note! Credit - redbadger [/i] Please man! We didn't know it would kill him! We were just partyin' gettin' drunk and all that! You know how it is dontcha!? PULL THE TRIGGER! You were just partying! That's your excuse!? [/i] PLACE THEM IN THEIR GRAVES! Come on bro! Please, just put the gun down! I'm scared Max! It's alright baby, it's alright... RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES!
KILL HIM!
KILL THEM ALL!
DO IT!!!!
DOOOOOOO IIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!! [/b] I'LL FUCKING DO IT I SWEAR!!!! [/b][/color] *I had finally found those kids, the ones who caused me to re-imagine my long since forgotten inner self... The ones who did that dirty deed on that cold November night. They plead for their lives yet I was still able to hold that gun with my shakey hand looking to gun them down and put them to the same fate they had beget my best friend. I was willing to throw away my past with a fully loaded clip... Willing to take away all the progress I've made up to this point in stability and recovery and prove everyone in my past right about me. But... [/i] AHHHHHHHHH! *CRACK!* ..........
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.... [/size][/color] *I didn't shoot any of them.
The sound of the gun blasted through my ears as the bullet left the chamber and a look of horror appeared on my face... I had realized what I was about to do at the last second and turned my aim on one of the walls in that darkened hotel room where I had ambushed them... [/i] [/center] [/quote] Grrr.....
*Not now, I'm sleeping...
[/i] rrrRRRrrr... *schif-schif-schif* Wha...? The scene is set in the locker room of Robert "Badger" Garland focused on a hunched over Garland as he pulls his head from his table while slouching in a neighboring chair. He carries a sleepy look on his face as he tries to shake it off before realizing he's being clawed from below!Robert Garland - WHOA! Hey Red! Hey!
Look! I know you're hungry alright bro. But don't worry about that abysmal stomach of yours my furry friend! Because...
WE HAVE MONEY NOW! Red looks on at his master as Garland gradually earns a smile and reaches into his pockets to pull out his new leather interior wallet. Garland casually keeps his smile and opens it up to reveal - [/i] Robert Garland - NOTHING!? Red - ... ... ... Robert Garland - Damn... Between all the food we already ate, cans of zebra skin paint, sombrero, bandages and bandannas and the limited edition barbed wire baseball bat from Toaster vs. Shadow IV... Well... There goes my signing bonus eh? Red ... ... ... grrrr.... Robert Garland - Hey Hey! Don't take that tone man, look! We've got a match today you know and I'm sure to have some cash flow heading my way seeing as how they signed me to an open contract... Of course that means they can let me go at anytime and all that money could easily vanish in thin air without any further income but....
...... ...... .......Robert Garland - *sigh*[/i] I know, but times always used to be tough on us little bro... Don't worry huh? I'm sure we'll make it to the top again. Besides, what's to worry about! you've got your best friend and master to take care of you...(My only friend)... And, as for your eats, I'm pretty sure we have some more in the back, just hold tight! [/color] Garland pulls himself off his chair and finally looks to be wide awake as he leaves his pal in the background. He heads over to a nearby closet where he pulls an open bag of pet food, Garland now regaining his smile and heading back to his table with the bag and a food bowl in hand.
He continues from there and pours the food for Red who eats happily while Badger goes to lean back in his chair before being stopped by the sight of a white envelope on his table.
Garland looks around with a now confused looking reaction as if trying to figure out how it got there more than what would be inside of it... [/i] Robert Garland - Did you see anyone come in here boy? *crunching noises*[/i] Robert Garland - Yeah, I figured as much. Garland turns his attention away from everything else but this envelope that he still carries that confused look for. He looks at Red as his pet continues to eat and finally disregards any hesitation while reaching for the envelope and turning it right side up... [/i] For: My New Friend [/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2010 16:49:28 GMT -5
A message to the Entertainment Champ Credit: Criminal The scene opens up showing a car skidding into the parking lot. It looks as if the vehicle has lost control, causing it to slide into a car that is already parked. The driver of the parked vehicle steps out looking at the damage. His face turns beat red as he looks towards the guy responsable for the damage. His face begins to enlighten once he notices who it is inside the other vehicle. The door opens as Criminal steps out grinning from ear to ear. His black trench coat flapping in the wind revealing the glock tucked away in his pants.Driver: Criminal? [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Do I know you? Driver: No, but I have seen you in the ring. I am a big fan. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Isn't everybody. Now let me get this straight, you are standing in front of a man with a gun, who is a professional wrestler, and well, I didn't get the name Criminal for no reason, and all your worried about is who I am. Driver: I'm Sorry!!! You’re not going to shoot me are you? [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Here? With all these cameras? You act is if I am a fucking idiot. Look, I will pay for the damages to your vehicle. This way the courts see it as me trying to "better myself". Criminals face has the look of a deep thought, followed by an evil grin[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] How much are you looking to gain from this minor accident? Driver: Just a couple grand. Criminal pulls out his wallet and notices all of the hundreds in there. He quickly puts it away acting as if he had no money.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: I must have left my money in the locker room. Here come with me to get it. The driver looks ecstatic, being able to follow such a great superstar to their locker room.Driver: YES SIR!! [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] No need to be so enthusiastic, you will only be back there for a few brief moments. Now listen to me closely, don't look, don't talk, don't even smile, at anyone, and I mean ANYONE during the duration of you existence in the backstage. You are going to stand outside the door and do not let anyone past until I have come out. Driver: No problem. The driver still has an excited look on his face as him and Criminal both walk inside the building. After the triple threat title match Criminal has disappeared for a period of time. No one is expecting the superstar to be in the Arena, or even a return to the island at all. They approach the door of the locker room, Criminal quickly blocks the name plate, and then begins to open the door.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Now like i said, I don't even want you to look this way. Look straight ahead, and don't make yourself noticeable. Driver: No problem. The camera man moves inside the locker room. A look of awe and wonder is seen on Criminals face. The camera man can quickly tell this is not Criminal's locker room once he holds up the Entertainment Championship, and places it over his shoulder while continuing to ruffle through the luggage. Criminal finds a wallet, opening it to admire the contents. He then quickly holds the title in the air to admire what will one day be his, and proceeds to exit the locker room. The door opens, and the driver still stands there being as still as can be. Criminal quickly acknowledges him and proceeds to guide him through the halls and back out into the parking lot. They walk back over to the accident admiring the damage.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I had to... well let’s just say "borrow with no intent of returning", a few dollars from a good friend. Criminal then opens the wallet as if it was his own. Counting the money that was in it totalling to $3500. Criminal grabs it all putting a good $1500 in his pocket and handing the rest over to the driver.Driver: Thank you. Well it looks like your car is much more damaged than mine, and the way you hit me the impact has pushed me out of the parking spot. So I am sure that I can get out without you moving your vehicle. Well that is if it is even still able to move, but it was nice meeting you. Criminal smiles and nods as the driver speeds off with yet still a grin on his face. He then opens up the car door grabbing a few things out of the center council. Once out of the car he begins to walk away then stops, turning around he throws the wallet into the crashed vehicle. Criminal looks into the camera before speaking.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Hey Trent, I hope you are keeping that title warm for me because it is just a matter of time before I come for you. My return will be great, and memorable. If panther wasn't such a fuck up you my friend would not have the pay raise you have, or the championship that makes you feel like someone you’re not. However, that wonderful pay raise just helped you pay off your accident. That right I said your accident. If you couldn't tell trent that was your vehicle. I was in a rush, as I had some unfinished business to attend to outside of the ACW. Quite frankly your vehicle was the closest to me. With my expert skills I stole you car, and well tried to bring it back in one piece. Although, if you couldn't tell its in pieces, and i left all of your infomation inside, and when... Criminal pauses at the sounds of sirens being heard[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Well the police are already on their way, so I think it's time for me to leave. Criminal bust out a window of a nearby car. He hotwires the car, and takes off just as the police are beginning to pull into the arena. The police notice the car and swarm around it. The camera fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2010 16:50:00 GMT -5
Segment: Not contracted? ( /BK) BK enters his office and finds the chair facing away from him with the outline of a head poking over the top. BK London: Ok, I'm warning the person who's sitting in my chair that he or she has about five seconds to get out before I start kicking major ass. ?: What's the matter, London? You afraid that my reappearance will squander yours? BK recognized the voice instantly. His eyes narrowed as he walked around to face the man in the chair. For some reason the camera man didn't follow suit. BK London: Oh dear god...what are YOU - you out of all people - what are YOU doing here? ?: Why the hostility, bro? I haven't done anything to you. You know how far back we go? You and I are like this. The anonymous figure held up a gloved hand and crossed two fingers. BK smirked at him and shook his head. BK London: Oh come on, we both know we were never that close. Everytime I saw you, you were annoying the hell out of me or stealing my title. Now unless you have a legit dilemma, get the HELL out of my office. The figure stood up out of the chair. The crowd roared as the figure revealed himself as ACW's only 3 time Entertainment Champion, Mr. Red. He grinned back at the GM and took a step closer. Red: You know better than that, pal. I just have a few questions from you. BK London: That means you need something. Red: Fine. I do "need" to ask you some questions and then "need" to request something. BK London: How can I assist you, Red? Red: I want an ACW contract. When mine expired there was no talk of resigning me, giving me an extention or anything. That's bullshit. I am Alpha Championship Wrestling's only 3 time Entertainment Champion. How can you guys do this to me? I am the hottest commodity in wrestling and I demand to be resigned. BK London: Honestly, the person you're going to discuss your little problem with is Jonathan Gingerdude. I have no idea why your contract wasn't negotiated when it expired, but I can probably guess. You may be a 3 time Entertainment Champion, but you hardly show up unless you're required to - hell, I'm beginning to think each of those wins were just a product of being in the right place - at the right time. You don't get things handed right to you because you think you have rank. You have nothing right now. Red: So am I going to get my contract? It wouldn't be wise to decline. Mr. Red's trademark baseball bat appeared between Red and BK. The former ACW world champion grinned and stood his ground. BK London: You must be smoking if you think you can threaten me with that old sorry excuse for lumber. Now at this point, I don't see ANY reason to resign you tonight... Red: What? What the hell does that mean? I get nothing for waiting in your office? BK London: You're about to get an ass kicking of if you don't get the hell out of my chair. Now get your feet off my desk, and get your unemployed ass out of my office! During the time, BK backs Red to the door. Mr. Red keeps backing to the door and doesn't realize til he is standing in the hall.BK London: I will tell you who you are. You are a man that is no longer in my office. You will have to try again at another time and then, do it right. BK slams the office door shut in Red's face. Mr. Red pounds on the door and shouts obscenities to BK inside.
Red sizes up the door with his bat and sets up to take a swing. Out of the corner of his eye he catches glimpse of another figure standing and staring at him silently. Seemingly watching the whole time. Mr. Red turns his attention to the figure now revealed as Jonny Spade.Red: What the hell are you looking at? Red marches down the hall, occasionally turning to stare back at Spade. Jonny keeps staring back, never moving.
Scene fades as Red turns a corner and disappears.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2010 16:54:22 GMT -5
Match 2: The Scorpion vs. Alex Trixer (Credit: Badger) Maxwell - We're back here on Wednesday Night Warfare where Alex Trixer is already in the ring.
Edison - It's gonna be a great contest for one of our newest debuts!
The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, Alex Trixer!
Trixer raises his hands and gets a few cheers as the announcer starts up again
And his opponent!-
[/i] The lights shut off as the crowd creates ambient background noise while "The Human Stain" by Kamelot begins to play over the P.A. system. Two spotlights quickly light the stag and meet at a certain point while part of the stage beings to rise hoisting up a man kneeling in prayer. Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 240 lbs... The Scorpion! [/i] There is a great deal of murmuring amongst the crowd. In these technological times, even the greenest wrestler typically has a webpage, facebook profile and fan club already set up before they so much as set foot in the ring. The man before them is that rare thing... a genuine mystery.
The Scorpion gets to his feet and begins to walk to the arena without glancing at any of the crowd members who are reaching out to shake his hand. Once he reaches the ring he proceeds to the corner and kneels once more while apparently offering some sort of prayer. This takes several seconds. After standing back up he stops for a bit longer and throws off his trench coat as he enters the ring.
He keeps himself in the nearest corner and simply stares into space while Trixer looks on and the bell rings.*Ding, Ding, Ding*Edison - Here we go! Maxwell - Trixer is looking ready to start, but what's The Scorpion doing? The crowd seems confused as Trixer sets up for a lock up, Scorpion still starring into space. Trixer questions his opponent for a second before looking at the referee who simply shakes his head and calls for the bell once more... *Ding, Ding, Ding*Edison - That's alright, maybe he just didn't hear the bell, but here we go! Maxwell - But he's still just standing there... The referee seems confused as Trixer remains in his corner, The Scorpion placing his hands together slowly, looks upwards. He seems to talk to himself for a short while before nodding his head as if in agreement. He gives the most cursory, almost dismissive, glance at Trixer before calmly leaving the ring, Trixer still looking on as the announcers chime in. Maxwell - It seems as if he's leaving the arena! Edison - Should the ref count him out? Maxwell - That's a good question, but even though the bell rang no one even so much as threw a punch so I guess technically the match didn't start?... The Scorpion heads up the ramp as the crowd boos his exit; Trixer shouts a few words after him but they appear to fall on deaf ears. Scorpion still ignores the crowd as he passes by before stepping back up on the stage and heading to the back, the cameras fading out as the show cuts to a commercial. [/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2010 16:56:06 GMT -5
Segment - Pep Talk Credit - redbadger *The scene is set backstage where Charlotte King and the crew are making sure everything is in order for the upcoming segment after the commercial break. The on-air sign lights up as everyone scrambles to their respective spots, Charlotte King now being the only one on screen as she looks into the camera with a microphone to her lips.
Charlotte King - Welcome back to ACW's Wednesday Night Warfare where we've just seen an interesting scenario in the ring between The Scorpion and Alex Trixer! But put that past behind you folks because we have a special treat here for you where Robert Garland makes his first public appearance since his absence from wrestling around one year ago!
The crowd gives a sizable roar as Charlotte turns to her right side, where Robert "Badger" Garland steps on screen. Garland is shown in his wrestling attire with his hoodie pulled over his shoulder length silver hair and his eyes looking ready for battle.
[/i] [/color] Charlotte King - Mr. Badger, how does it feel knowing that you're stepping into the ring tonight after such a long absence? Robert Garland - Feels good sis, nothing wrong with anything you know? It's just like old times coming back to me. Old feelings of waiting backstage before showing to a crowd of thousands of people, much like tonight's, with nothing more than my own desire and these clothes on my back. I'll tell you one thing, it's a much better feeling going out there feeling in top shape than when I used to go out to the ring with stiff necks, aches in my limbs and even broken bones. Charlotte King - Sounds like you've really prepared yourself since your recent signing, word is you were living on the street for a while. Care to elaborate on how that has taken a toll on you? Robert Garland - The past is that past sis, no matter how many times I may reference any of it none of it can hinder me now that I'm where I'm at! The only one who's going to get hurt tonight is my old buddy "The Soul of Philly." Charlotte calls for a mic check as Garland seems to be pumping himself up for his upcoming battle. A look of confidence shows on his face as Charlotte gets everything back in order quickly returning to the pre-match interview. Charlotte King - Seems we had a bit of a technical problem but we're back to 100% just as you seem to be Mr. Garland Robert Garland - No where near, more like 75%. There's still a lot of catching up to do before I'm back on top of the world. Charlotte King - And it all starts tonight! Would you like to let us in on your outlook for tonight's match up? Suddenly the confident face drifts away from Garland face as he puts his warm up exercises on hold and turns to Charlotte King, his eyes now serious as he stretches his arms a bit and beckons for the microphone to be handed over. Once Charlotte complies, Garland nods and looks deep into the camera before opening his mouth... Robert Garland - I'm going to do this right and I'm going to do my fans proud... Garland takes a deep breath as the camera focuses closer on him... Robert Garland - TJ Wilson, we go back all the way to ECF... And while we didn't get the chance to face off, we did get the chance to hang out backstage and watch each other in the ring. I do know who you are and I know you know who I am and what you're up against tonight.
That being said I've only got one thing to tell you.
I respect you, you hardcore sumbitch and I wish we would have gotten to face off for the first time in a more hyped and impactful way.
That being said, I will go out there tonight for my first match back and I will claim victory at your defeat. That bell will ring and the two most hardcore wrestlers in this industry will meet in a match that will culminate in one of two things...
Cradle DDT!
or
Making you tap with a Rear Naked Choke!
It has indeed been a while for me and I have no idea what condition you're in or what you have been up to... But no matter how tough this fight will be, remember TJ...
I Am True Hardcore!
And... I'm ready to meet you face to face, here tonight! Badger hands the microphone back to Charlotte King as she accepts, Garland heading off screen while Charlotte focuses back on the camera, closing the segment as it fades out. [/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2010 16:56:39 GMT -5
Moving On [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] A static camera shot cuts to the now very small audience inhabiting the new ACW ‘arena’. The few fans in attendance shuffle around a bit; however, the noise in the crowd is dampened heavily due to drastic budget cutbacks and general mystery surrounding the ACW revamp.
After a few moments “Out of the Ashes” hits, emanating out of two large speakers on either side of a hastily put together runway ramp. Vortex comes out of the curtain at the ‘top’ of this ramp, and makes his way down, without any of the flashy light work or pyros that usually accompany his entrance. Vortex stops at the bottom of the ramp and surveys the ‘survivors’ in attendance, shakes his head, rolls into the ring, and takes what appears to be a karaoke microphone.Vortex: Stay a while…and listen.A few cheers come from the small amount of people in attendance, and some raucous yelling from the drunks ACW now attracts, as it offers both a warm roof and beer.Vortex: This whole restart deal reminds me of when I used to wrestle in backyard feds. I assure you I have little idea what the hell is going on, however I’m not liking it all that much. This produces a lot of yelling from the back rows of the room akin to what is heard in many small indy feds. The yelling is audible, however slightly unintelligible, and ranges from ‘you tell em’ Vortex!’ to ‘where’s your title, Vortex?’. Vortex: I see a few of you have noticed my ti-- The microphone pops and cuts out. Vortex glares at the ring attendant who takes the microphone and hands another one to Vortex, causing more yelling from the crowd.Vortex: It looks like we truly are in the post-apocalypse of ACW folks. Anyway, you may have noticed I lost my title at our last big show…Winter’s Discontent. I believe now is as good as time as any to explain my logic. The crowd had quieted a bit, however, there is still some element of hostility in the air, and Vortex begins speaking once more before a fight breaks out over some trivial matter or another.Vortex: The fact of the matter is I didn’t HAVE to defend my title at the show. This is important, as I feel you will all see Trent Wheeler run his mouth sooner rather than later about ‘beating’ me. I feel that holding a title for almost a half a year is a bit boring…stagnant if you will. So, I made a match that would potentially change that…and it did. A small stirring from the crowd, however they are basically silent. Vortex begins pacing the ring, a look of concentration on his face.Vortex: I may have lost the title, but you didn’t pin me Trent. As you take that little fact in, I want you to rethink your own words…specifically you whining about not getting a proper title shot against me one on one. Now that the roles are reversed…how willing would you be to put your title on the line against me? This last sentence brings a mid-sized pop from the crowd. Vortex smiles as he paces the ring…for he at least elicited some semblance of life from the small crowd.Vortex: Not to upset you few fans left, however my last statement was rhetorical. I don’t actually want a shot at the Entertainment Title, as I would inevitably win in it back…and effectively kill off any entertainment new blood could provide. So, I just want you to keep that in the back of your mind Trent…along with the fact that you have huge shoes to fill. Have fun. Not a lot of reaction from this, as there wasn’t a lot to get excited about. A few yells of ‘get to the point already!’ and ‘boring!’ come from various parts of the room, however Vortex ignores these and continues.Vortex: As soon as I figure out if I will be getting paid this week, I intend to move on to bigger and better things. I could tell you what they are, however that would ruin the fun of it. So, I want you all to sit back and enjoy what show is left…and know that entertainment is unpredictable. Vortex drops the microphone, which is quickly caught by the ring attendant to avoid any damage to it. Vortex exits the ring and a few people actually flip him off while screaming ‘thanks for wasting our time!’, and others simply stare at the ring, wondering what exactly is going on in ACW, and what Vortex meant by his last statement. All that will have to wait however as Vortex disappears behind the curtain and the camera cuts to black.--------------------------------- T E A S E [/center][/color] credit: Ringleader, Thunderkiss The sun had died and darkness had fallen upon Los Angeles, the tigers coming out to play. A light rain had begun to fall in the star-lit sky, a rare occurrence that not many were thankful for. A quick look at the streets show the ill-preparedness of each person, scurrying about as if they had never encountered such a substance. They hid and ducked from it as if being shot at, cowering in buildings afraid to go outside. Crossing through the neon-lit streets, people hurried about on their business to escape this wetness- some welcoming the rain with laughter and playful dancing with the strong raindrops.
The young and beautiful poured out of their decorated apartments into the crowded streets, stumbling from their beer and cocktails they had moments before and heading towards the nearest club opening- a nightly event in Los Angeles. We continue down the flashing lights to find an old concrete building. Historical and classy, something cherished in Los Angeles wherever one was to go. The light flashed bright with hot white, spelling out the word 'T E A S E' into the small puddles on the dark streets.
As the doors open, divine elegance pours from within. Marble flooring pools from the entrance and up the elegant staircase into the showroom- a room built like a theatre complete with a stage and leather chairs. Behind the velvet curtains at the side are a mystery to those who dare not go behind, and so begins the story.WOOOOOOOO! Music pumped from the speakers as a nameless woman on stage seductively sprawled her body over a wooden chair, smiling at the crowd and kicking her stiletto heeled foot up into the air. She played lightly with her tassels, giving a small wink to the screaming crowd. BABY! TAKE IT OFF! A distinct voice could be heard from the crowd, much louder than anyone else. With a better look, sitting in a red VIP booth directly center to the stage, a familiar face howls at the young woman in front of him. The man smiled, throwing a roll of bills towards the stripper, clapping at her wildly as she bent down to pick it up. As she began to stand back up, she turned and winked at him, licking her lips slowly....: Yeah, she likes me, she likes me. OKAY, YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As he continued to clap, another figured appeared from the smoke and tapped the man slightly on the shoulder. It was the club manager, Miss Rena Matheson.RENA:I thought I heard you, Aiden. TK Immediately stopped clapping and cranked his neck to find Rena moving from behind the booth to slipping right beside it, smiling in black stilettos, black high-waisted dress pants, a white blouse and a black vest. She looked more covered up than she had ever been- ironic for the setting.THUNDERKISS: What's the costume for? Don’t tell me you’ve gone soft?RENA:*sitting down* I can't be mistaken for the girls, now can I? Well, then again, I may just make a little more from the guys than I already do! ordering a dirty martini, Rena fixed her vest and nodded towards the girl on stage.RENA:Madison. She's our newest entertainer. She's pretty, right? Piercing blue eyes and blonde hair- the perfect combination. THUNDERKISS: And great tits!RENA:Of course. You think I'd let sloppy tits work for me? THUNDERKISS: If there is a market for sloppy tits, then yes. So what has the leader of rings or whatever the fuck you’re calling yourself now been up to?RENA:This, basically. Ginger let me take some time off and I figured this place needed some TLC, so I made some hires and fires and here I am. I really love it here, not sure I want to go back to ACW for awhile. THUNDERKISS: Boy, sister, you wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve heard that line lately. It’s like a broken record. That ship is sinking faster than the Titanic. Being in the locker room is like being locked in a room full of retards while watching all the cool kids play outside. It’s sad, really, but let’s be honest, who didn’t see this coming? The whole place is now one big cluster fuck. Now that Ginger's gone -RENA:He's WHAT!? THUNDERKISS: Yeah, it’s a long story. One that I really don’t care to get into so forgive me for not getting into the details.RENA:You're forgiven. Continue with your story. THUNDERKISS: Thanks, I am here to enjoy myself and discuss a little business on the side. Thinking about anything Gingerdude is a buzz kill. One of the reasons why is that I fondly remember what that dumb bastard and his cronies took away from me. With his kingdom now in shambles, I believe now is as good as time for a little reunion tour to pick up the pieces and return the favor. If you haven’t caught my drift yet, sister, I’ve decided that SLA is going to declare war on ACW. My plan is to take it as my own and create a better company with my hands on ACW's heart.RENA:I see. That's interesting. Who's on your side? THUNDERKISS: I've had some overwhelming response from those wishing to help.RENA:Any I know of? Thunderkiss winked at her lightly.THUNDERKISS: Don't you want to be surprised?RENA:Ugh, you know I hate surprises. THUNDERKISS: Now Ms. Matheson, it’s no fun pealing back the wrapping paper before Christmas.RENA:I'll take your word for it. Listen, I have more business to attend to, but have fun with the rest of your night. THUNDERKISS: You as well, Rena. It was nice seeing ya. More so your tight ass.RENA:You too, Aiden. Look, give me a call next time you're in the area, okay? I want you and Anna over for some night for dinner. I just got a new kitchen built and I need an excuse to use it. THUNDERKISS: Knowing you, you’ve had plenty of excuses to use the table. Anyway, sure, I'll make note of it. We’ll bring the kid over and play “grown up” for a night or two.RENA:Good. And as a thank you, I'll send over Madison. THUNDERKISS: OHHHHHHHHHHHH you know how to spoil me!Rena laughed and kissed Thunderkiss on the cheek before standing out from the booth.RENA:Bye, babe. Thunderkiss waved as Rena strutted back into the smokescreen, Madison floating towards Thunderkiss with a girlish smile on her face..THUNDERKISS: Get those sweet tits over here and show Poppa Kiss what yer made of![fade]
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