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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2010 16:57:48 GMT -5
January 5th – 1 Day ‘til Showtime Jack Jefferson For the first time since 20th December, Jack Jefferson steps out of his apartment. Since yesterday he has finally had a shower and, evidently, a shave too and he looks much better for it. There is a smile on his face as he breathes in some fresh air before departing on the short journey to the nearest Starbucks. His mind wanders to tomorrow and as he thinks back to Winter’s Discontent his heart sinks once more. This time, however, he is able to remind himself that it’s not all doom and gloom. Soon, he’ll be meeting up with Stephanie; that thought alone makes him feel light on his feet, and tomorrow the break is over and it’ll be in his power to right the wrongs and reclaim what belongs to him.
The streets, covered in treacherous snow and ice, seem far more crowded than usual. Jefferson pulls his coat tight, not to keep out the cold, but to counteract the feeling that all eyes are on him. Everybody is staring, judging him, looking down on him, the feeling is overwhelming and this is how he tries to hide from it. Amongst the crowd he sees the face of the man that caused this wretched situation...Dave Shadow. To make things worse, he’s wearing a wide smile, like he’s posing for a photo at this very minute. But he can’t be, his eyes are staring directly at Jefferson. With an enraged roar Jefferson springs forward, propelling himself towards his foe as well as nearly slipping onto his face. With animalistic fury he drives his boot into Shadow’s face, tunnel vision allowing him to focus on nothing else, and sends him flying backwards into the snow. Before Shadow can even think about retaliating Jefferson pounces and begins pummelling him with punches, growing ever more furious about the fact Shadow continues to grin incessantly.
In the distance he hears a scream and slowly, everything begins to swim into focus until he realises the scream was far from in the distance, the woman who emitted it is stood right next to him. He looks down to see if he’s finally wiped that grin off Shadow’s self-satisfied face only to realise he’s staring at a t-shirt bearing Shadow’s face. The wearer, a young male no older than 18, is groaning in agony as an ever-increasing crowd gathers to see what all the commotion is about. If Jefferson thought every eye was fixed on him earlier they certainly are now, every single face set to stunned or disapproving anger. Without a second’s hesitation Jefferson leaps to his feet and pushes his way through the crowd. Its members are reluctant to stop him after what they have just witnessed him do so his passage is quite uninterrupted. He sprints away, carefully to make sure he doesn’t slip, as the crowd all move to help the felled teenage Dave Shadow fan.
Jefferson continues running for a while until he’s sure he’s far enough away from the incident then he slows to a walk, his panting breath misting before his face. He knows it’s not far until he reaches the Starbucks now. With his head down Jefferson continues a quick pace as he marches onwards to his meeting place, rounding the corner and stopping in his tracks as he sees the Starbucks right over the road. He looks at his watch and curses inwardly, 15 minutes early! Ah well, no point waiting around in the cold is there? He walks in and straight up to the counter, ordering himself a large coffee. As he waits for it to be prepared he looks around, attempting to locate a table, when in the corner he sees her. Stephanie. She smiles at him and he can’t stop a wide smile creeping onto his face. He takes his cup and hands over his money before hurriedly making his way across to her.
Fade to Black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2010 16:58:10 GMT -5
Segment: Small Time Capital (Credit: Senator)
As the show continues, the Capitalists are seen in the back, with Anthony Kalb carrying a large briefcase, while Kevin Fitsharris is seen holding a laptop case under one arm, and a stack of papers under the other.
Kalb: Man, make sure you don’t drop all that paperwork, couldn’t you have put that in a folder or something?
Fitsharris: Lay off, at least I’m man enough to use both my arms to carry stuff unlike you!
Kalb: Yeah, well, this ridiculous case of videoconferencing equipment probably outweighs all you stuff combined.
Fitsharris: Whatever, you find the place to plug those cords into? I heard there’s no wireless in the bossman’s room.
Kalb: Yeah, but we’re gonna need extension cords. What a mess this is, I mean really, we only have one room now, and it’s a friggin dank locker room, no cable, Dwight’s Gym got relocated back to Dayton, so we can’t even go work out or watch his archives…
Fitsharris: Screw that, we don’t even have a television in here and even if we did, our systems are back at the hotel rooms or something! Come on, what good is it to sit backstage and file Senator’s stuff if I can’t kick your butt in Omega Effect?
Kalb: Hah! There’s the stupid connection point…sheesh, are those rat droppings?
Fitsharris: This just gets better and better, doesn’t it? I mean, what do we have left to do, ACW never books us, Senator pays well, but he isn’t around like he used to be…hey, I know one good thing that’s still around here, even if we’re not on the Island anymore!
Kalb: What’s that?…
Fitsharris: Hot gals! Although they’re not wearing skimpy bikini tops around here…and they’re not as rich, I think…and there’s not as many…but yeah, hot chicks are still around to find!
Kalb: I’ll drink to that! Now hand me that wrench, Fitsy…
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2010 16:58:46 GMT -5
Segment: In too deep already? Credit: Freddy Maddox, Sgt. Pilko and BK London
The scene opens up inside a modest sports arena. We are greeted by a small reception area, with single person sitting behind the high desk. In front and to the left of the desk the double glass doors open, a young man with a black leather jacket and dark blue jeans appears. He cautiously approaches the receptionist, trying to not make eye contact as she greets him.
Receptionist: Hello there sir, how may I help you this evening?
Freddy Maddox: Err--well, I-I was wandering whether you are still looking to hire any new talent? I-I found this poster and figured you were...
Freddy snatches the poster out of his right jacket pocket, with his nervousness getting the better of him. He passes over as the poster as the receptionist tries to make him feel more uncomfortable but he doesn't meet her gaze.
Receptionist: Unfortunately since these posters were issued a small problem arose in the passing of the ownership of ACW, this has meant that for at least this week we have a temporary owner in charge.
Freddy's stomach sinks, awaiting for the fateful words that will end his dream. However...
Receptionist: Although I could ask Mr. London whether he would consider any new talent for you, if you want?
Freddy Maddox: Uh, sure that would be great, thanks.
The receptionist reaches down to pick up the phone and dial the number. The receptionist talks to London for several minutes as Freddy tries to calm himself.
Receptionist: I have good news. If you take a seat Mr. London has said he will see you in a short while.
Freddy can almost not believe his luck as nods before turning away and taking a seat.
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Making his way through a dimly lit hallway Freddy comes to the end to be met by a door that has a pane missing out of it. He leans forward before taking a deep breath and knocking on it.
?: Come in.
Freddy obliges, pressing down the door handle and pushing the door forward. He steps into the office to see a mountain of a man standing in front of him. The man is at least 6'8' tall and over 300 lbs. While behind him is the presumable temporary owner sitting behind the desk. Freddy looks up at the huge man, raising an eyebrow as the man smirks.
BK London: Good both of you are finally here. Now, I've heard some talk around the grapevine that both of you want an ACW contract, and I can respect that. You know, while SOME people think that I'm continuing to steal the spotlight from the current generations, the truth is that I do believe that we need to look to the future in this company. And well, since I do have temporary power and I run the show tonight - why not put it to good use and sign some new talent eh? So you know what? Instead of just handing out contracts tonight, I'm going to have you guys earn yours - and you're gonna earn it in a match against one another. Alright? The winner will receive an ACW contract, and the loser will head back to wherever the hell they came from. Good luck gentlemen.
London looks at the two men with the mountain sized man now bearing a full grin on his face while Freddy looks shellshocked.
BK London: So, what are you waiting for? Get on down there!
The attention turns back to the two men as the man effectively shoulder barges Freddy out of the way and makes for the exit. Freddy turns to London with a look of "what am I supposed to do" about him before following his first official opponent.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2010 16:59:32 GMT -5
Impromptu Match: Freddy Maddox vs. Sgt. Pilko (Credit: Pilko)
Both men are in the ring, with Maddox's “A Hope in Hell” playing in the background, to a decent reaction from the crowd.
The match kicks off, and Maddox is certainly aware of his opponent. Pilko stands at 8 inches taller and almost 100 lbs heavier, so the rookie has his work cut out. The duo go to lock up, but Maddox manages to slip behind Pilko. He waits for the former ACW Tag champion to turn around, before nailing him in the face with a couple of punches. Pilko takes a step back, trying to evade the full brunt of the hits. Maddox then attempts a clothesline, wrapping his arm around Pilko's large chest, but the sergeant is unfazed, and takes Maddox down with a firm headbutt, before clutching his chest. He may be the more experienced of the two, but it's still a while since Pilko wrestled, and he is showing some signs of ring rust. Regardless, he picks Maddox up, and whips him at the ropes, hitting him with a Sidewalk Slam. He makes the cover, but Freddy kicks out at two. Pilko looks at the referee, who vehemently holds up two fingers, and the Welshman slams the ground in frustration, before taking to his feet. He hoists Maddox up alongside, forcing him into the corner. He throws a few punches to the face, much to the jeers of the crowd, and then lifts Maddox up to the top rope.
He goes to follow, but the Glamour of the Kill manages to force Pilko off the ropes with a forceful elbow. Pilko drops to the canvas holding his eye, and Maddox leaps off the ropes in a hopeful Flying Crossbody. But Pilko catches him on his chest, and prepares for the X-5, only for Maddox to escape the hold thanks to some frantic thrashing against Pilko's chest. Pilko drops him and Maddox goes to punch him, but the former serviceman of the British Army blocks it, before delivering a brutal Big Boot, knocking Maddox off his feet. Pilko makes the cover, but again Maddox kicks out, with Pilko getting more frustrated. He gets to his feet, flaring at the referee before looking at Maddox, who has pulled himself to his feet. Pilko rushes towards him, albeit at a slow pace, but Maddox is still able to take him to the ground with a Drop Toe Hold, to cheers from the crowd. Maddox looks up at the arena, taking in this positive energy, hoping to exhale it on his opponent. He then bounces off the ropes, planting a Running Knee Slide, crashing hard into Pilko's cranium. The Welshman groans as the knee connects with his head, and Maddox quickly makes the cover.
But Pilko isn't ready to be beaten so early, and at two, he lifts Maddox off with such force that he falls through the ropes and to the outside. Maddox hits the ground with a thud, and the crowd winces with him as he holds his stomach. Pilko takes this time to take a breather, before rolling to the outside to see his opponent. He grabs the doubled over Maddox by the head, and with some force, hurls him into the steel steps. The top step dethrones itself from the second, as Maddox holds the back of his head, clearly hurt from such a hold. As Maddox tries to recover, Pilko looks to the crowd, angrily taunting them, giving himself some cheap heat. But he knows that he's here to make an impression, and it's some impression, as the referee continues his count. Pilko then looks over at Maddox, and lifts him back up. He then grabs him by the head again, pointing towards the steel turnbuckle and charges towards it. But Maddox is able to reverse it, using all his weight to force Pilko into it, to the cheers of the crowd. Maddox then scrambles to the ring, but as Pilko falls back, he grabs hold of Maddox, and the bell rings with a frustrated Maddox just inches from the ring.
Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, due to a double countout, this match is a DRAW!!
There's boos from the crowd as Pilko releases Maddox, and the youngster lets out a sigh. He may have been beaten up in this match, but he knows he had the chance to win this match. Regardless, he knows he's put in a good effort, and despite his frustrations at not winning, he claps towards the fans, gaining a warm response as he makes his way up the ramp. Pilko meanwhile showed his experience, but knows that he could have had chances to win the match. However, he'll take a draw in his first match in a long time, as as the cameras fade to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2010 17:03:42 GMT -5
Segment: Evaluation (Credit: Pilko, Maddox and BK London)
The camera fades into the backstage, following the impromptu match between Maddox and Pilko. And both are stood at the front of the guest host BK London's desk. Both men look slightly out of breath, but there's no lasting damage, as BK looks at them, fingers clasped, with his feet on the desk.
BK London: You know what? That wasn't bad, from the pair of you. Not bad at all.
Maddox and Pilko slightly look at each other, with a grimace on the pair's faces.
BK London: And you know what I'd like to do? I'm going to pair both of you in a tag team match for next week on Warfare. You showed some good chemistry in the ring, so I'd like to pair you against each other again, just to see how you adapt to having to work with a tag partner. You two okay with that?
Maddox shrugs his shoulders, the universal sign of “eh, I can live with that”, as Pilko responds.
Sgt. Pilko: Sir, you know I have won tag team titles before, and you know I can team with the best.
Pilko's extremely stern-toned response causes BK to raise his eyebrows, with Pilko subtly reminding those that he is the only person to have ever won both the ACW and Fallout tag team titles.
BK London: Well, that's always nice to hear, and I know you can do the job on the tag scene, Pilko. The pair of you put on a good show today, and I think you would both be a great addition to the roster. I may not be here this week, but I trust you'll be back in a week's time.
Maddox nervously nods his head, as Pilko goes for the extravagant army salute.
Sgt. Pilko: Sir, yes Sir!
BK London: Excellent. I'll see you two around, then.
Maddox leaves the office first, but opens the door and allows Pilko through first. Pilko casts a look that suggests that he's not a fan of Maddox's nervousness, but regardless walks through the door. Maddox then slams the door shut accidentally, either not realising his own strength, or not realising that with the lower production costs, the doors in ACW have seemingly been replaced with drywall.
Freddy Maddox: Uh, sorry about that dude...
But something isn't quite right, and Pilko isn't quite right. No longer the stiff-backed, straight-standing figure he has been all night, he is seen with his head lowered, and his breathing increasing heavily. He's breathing through his teeth, which makes him sound like a psycho ready to go spare on someone or something, and Maddox just happens to be there when the shit hits the fan.
Freddy Maddox: Um...h-hey, are you okay, man?
Pilko quickly turns his head, glaring at the youngster. His eyes have dilated, and he looks like a man possessed, as he stands up straight, still breathing rather heavily.
Sgt. Pilko: I saw things. I saw terrible, terrible things. That war....
Maddox's eyes widen as he realises he might well be in serious danger, but as he prepares to dart away, Pilko grabs him by the throat, and tosses him into the wall. Maddox lets out a cry, as Pilko hoists him up by his shirt with one hand, thumping him into the wall. Cracks in the paintwork form as Maddox looks in despair, with Pilko looking closely into his eyes.
Sgt. Pilko: ...That war did terrible things to me...
He then hoists Maddox horizontally, throwing him into the wall, hitting his signature X-5 maneuver. Maddox flies against the wall, with a prominent crack echoing through the corridors, and another scream of anguish pouring out his mouth. His back has certainly taken some damage from such a brutal move, and as Pilko exits the scene, a medical team is quick to come to his aid. And so close to the guest host's office, you would expect BK London to come rushing out to hear what the commotion was.
BK London: Sir....you know, I could get used to be getting called 'sir'...
...Or maybe not.
Fade to black...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2010 17:07:27 GMT -5
Segment: Wikipedia (Credit: Freeman) The segment starts in the middle of a conversation. OH THAT CRAFTY INTRO DUCKING FREEMANTrace: What did I do over the vacations? I SOLVED EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING! Greg: What? Solved what? Trace: ALL MY PROBLEMS. EVERY LAST SINGLE ONE OF THEM! You know how I like…wasn’t booked at the pay-per-view? And wasn’t booked tonight! THAT’S ALL GONNA CHANGE NOW! Greg: And since when do YOU do work… Trace: I KNOW! It’s so awesome. I’m like…so totally tired out now but I did so much! Greg: You finally worked out? Trace: Oh, YEAH right. Please…every single super-awesome wrestler is already worked out and so it doesn’t even matter! That doesn’t help anyone become a star if EVERYONE does it, so then it doesn’t matter and I don’t HAVE to do it. Greg: I see your logic hasn’t changed… Trace: NO, you know what REALLY makes someone a star? WIKIPEDIA ARTICLES. Greg: …What? Trace: I MEAN COME ON. People must have google-searched my name or somethin, and saw like…I dunno…Nothing. You know, cause like…Im not on Wikipedia! That’s why nobody cheered me! So I made myself a Wikipedia page. It took FOREVER. Greg: Made…yourself a Wikipedia page? Trace: Yeah I do it all the time! Check it out! Trace pulls out a laptop for the convenience of the segment, and turns it on to a page.Trace: I did this one about Taylor! Greg: …I’ll admit it has a certain sophistication you seem to usually lack… Trace: Oh, dude, that’s cause I needed to make it good! I had to make it sound all professional like! I did one about the Senator too! Look! Greg: Born…September thirty-first….1789… Trace: HAHAHA! YEAH! He’s so old that guy. Greg: And you made one for yourself? Trace: CHECK AND SEE And Trace clicks a button on the computer, bringing him to what is his page. The camera can’t see it but from Greg’s reaction…it doesn’t look good.Greg: What the… Trace: CHECK IT OUT! That’s a picture of me with my Old Japan Pro Wrestling title belt! Greg: Old Japan…? Trace: Yeah! I mean…yeah Old Japan. Its all feudalism and stuff. Samurais. Greg: …samurais… Trace: Well, duh, that’s why Im holding a sword! And you cant even tell I made the title on MS Paint! Greg: Your title history… Trace: Yeah I put all of my titles! Greg: It adds up to…around….50 years… Trace: I held them all simultraneously! Greg: …”After finishing up in Zimbabwe, Trace Birmingham then moved undercover into a terrorist ring in the hopes to stop their attempts to blow up the Statue of Liberty”…? Trace: Yeah, I did that! Greg: Sure…you seem to be taking this Trace Birmingham thing a little bit seriously. Trace: OF COURSE! Its all in the mindset, ya know?. You can do ANYTHING you want to do IF you believe right? I totally believe…so then Ill be a world champ! Greg: …and so this is your “brilliant plan” Trace: OF COURSE. Greg: And this Wikipedia article is what will make you get booked in matches? Trace: YEAH! INTERNET FANS ARE THE BIGGEST FORCE THERE IS. And I’ve been spreading word. Ive been posting messages on forums! Look this is my secret alt account “Brace Trirmingham1234567” on some ACW forums! Ive been talking about how great I am forever now. People will totally catch on! Greg: Ok, and how about while you do that, you actually start training! You do know that if you lose then it makes me look bad as a result? As much as you think the internet will get you crowd reactions, I hate to tell you this but you can’t make much of a reaction in the real world from behind a computer. Trace: I WONT LOSE! And of course I can! Look, man, the people on the internet are like…totally stupid! Greg: ... Trace: What? Greg: Nevermind…just go on… Trace: I mean…like…they only like people that other people on the internet likes! So if I like myself on the internet everyone will like me! PLUS I HAVE A WIKIPEDIA PAGE. Greg: Whatever you say, Trace. But when this fails…you listen to me. That a deal? Trace: Totally man! But it’ll work! Greg: I--- Trace: JUST WATCH. Greg: I--- Trace: IT WILL Greg: … Trace: … Greg: …Are you finished? Trace: ACTUALLY, I--- Greg: You know what? Nevermind. I’ll talk to you later. You…do whatever you want. I can’t take much more of this… Greg turns rolling his eyes, and begins to walk away. Trace shrugs and types in youtube.com on his computer and no doubt goes off to watch some entertaining videos as the segment fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2010 17:08:24 GMT -5
Step In A New DirectionChris Phenomenal, Senator and ThunderkissFor the ACW stars life has always been good for them and some might say their extravagance has led them into where they are now. Their Chairman having lost everything, his last act selflessly salvaging their jobs through a “mystery investor.” With the ACW Arena having been declared unfit for hosting events however, tonight’s production will lack the grandeur of others but that suits some people just fine. For them it was never about the lights, or the millions of dollars; it was all about the fans who showed up to see them perform. One such man who embraced that to the max was Thunderkiss. Despite any problems he had, the Kiss Army was always their for him, supporting his venture with Saints of Los Angeles and loyally following him back to ACW, supporting his efforts and allowing him to back door his way back in the company. Questions over the past few months have abounded about the man possibly hanging them up, fuel being added to the fire by one Jon Taylor making his return to the company and pinning Thunderkiss for the win, something that had not happened in over six months. With his absence following, many thought it would be the end of the Thunder Man, the Kiss Army having to move along but with the shocking press conference and the re-introduction of SLA, not as a promotion unto itself but as a renegade movement the retirement plans were scuttled again, the immortality of Thunderkiss seemingly cemented. Now standing outside of an arena likely one tenth of the size of his former haunt in The ACW Arena, Thunderkiss looks on, inhaling deeply the scent of new life afforded to him. Removing his gaze from the building in front of him, Thunderkiss turns and looks at his beautiful wife, estranged daughter of the former chairman, Anna Somers-Joseph as we pick up on their conversation. Thunderkiss: Look at this place! It feels like a damn high school gym! I can’t believe that a man of my caliber has sunk to such depths. No, screw that, I can’t believe I was going to pass the blame on myself. There is only one person responsible for my current surroundings and that is your father. He ran his company into the ground with his lack of leadership and common sense. I saw this coming a million miles away and yet all those loyal ACW peons couldn’t. I tried to warn them. Stupid bastards can’t see one foot in front of their faces, I’ll tell you.Anna Somers-Joseph *whistling*: Look at that seating. The entire Kiss Army section of the ACW Arena could sellout this place. For your sake, they better. Do you think they made the trip? Thunderkiss: I trust them, the Army has never failed me before. Besides, they reside all over the world, this place is surely no different. Through hell and high water they’ve supported me. I’ve turned my back on them and yet they came back. More that once, I might add. This is for them just as much as it is for me. They deserve the opportunity to witness the best, not the re-treads performing the same old act.Anna Somers-Joseph: And you’re worried that you’ll be classified in that grouping.: Classified? He is that grouping.ACW’s most notorious couple simultaneously turn their heads towards the source of the voice. Walking towards them, bag slung over his shoulder is Chris Phenomenal and well behind him, carefully watching from a distance afar is Senator Steve Phillips, content to watch his young charge handle this. Thunderkiss: Hey look! It’s Sherif Taylor and his stooge Deputy Fife! You boys are a long way from Mayberry. Come on, babe, let’s not give a chance for the rif-raf to give us a headache.Thunderkiss and Anna turn away and head for the door as Chris Phenomenal looks on, wasting no time before coming back with his retort. Chris Phenomenal: A bit rich that you’re referring to someone as rif-raf. Your entire fan base, your “Army” is comprised of societies vermin.At the mention of the Army Thunderkiss turns around. You can insult the man but not the people he serves, who have given him everything he could wish for in life and more, who have stuck with him through thick and thin. Thunderkiss: Excuse me? Is the glorified “Steve Phillips’ coffee fetcher” addressing me?Anna Somers-Joseph: I do believe so!Thunderkiss: Well then, Deputy Douchebag, let me tell you something. Those “vermin” are responsible for your job. They kept ACW afloat while people like you and that dipshit that stands behind you bored them to death and caused most of the casual fans to leave. So next time you decide to open your mouth and speak ill of them, use it for something better like kissing their ass.Chris Phenomenal: It’s that Army that kept ACW afloat and yet you turn your back on them by bringing in that…Chris points at the SLA Heavyweight Championship around the waist of Thunderkiss. Chris Phenomenal: …title belt. That title belt and it’s bearer is the representative of the problems in professional wrestling. It’s all about the show, under miming the present establishment, throwing a fit if you don’t get your way. You couldn’t beat a true wrestler, a class act like Phillips at Omega Effect V for a belt with a lineage like our ACW World Heavyweight Championship that you need to bring in a fraud to give yourself a sense of self worth.Thunderkiss looks at Chris, walking around him as Chris and Anna Somers-Joseph look on. Anna Somers-Joseph: Hon, what are you doing?Thunderkiss: Let me tell you something, wiggity wig, Steve Phillips did NOT beat me. My shoulders were never pinned. Furthermore you stupid fuck, you need to develop a personality of your own instead of copying that of your boyfriend back there. Hell, did “Stevie” write this speech for you tonight, you fraud? It sounds pretty scripted if you ask me.Chris Phenomenal: Fraud…Stopping in front of him Thunderkiss stares him down, the two coming together nose and nose. Thunderkiss: Yes, and while your brain slowly comprehends the meaning of that word, stooge, let me give you something else to choke on that’s not a big cock. This belt that I wear is not a slap in the face of my fan base. It was made BY my fan base. The same people who lined my arena to watch my wrestling product before Mr. Mute back there decided he couldn’t stand being shown up like I’ve done to him since day one.Chris snarls back at Thunderkiss, pushing him away with a hard shove in the chest. Anna takes a step forward closer to Chris but Thunderkiss drops his right hand, telling Anna silently to stop, that he’s got this. Chris Phenomenal: You’re just upset I stabbed you in the back and joined up with Senator over there and allowing Jake Steele to destroy your hand. Give me five!Chris raises a hand mockingly, staring down at the four fingered hand of Thunderkiss, the missing appendage amputated prior to Omega Effect in order for him to compete. Chris Phenomenal: Oh, I’m sorry.Thunderkiss looks at Chris with daggers in his eyes. Thunderkiss: You do that one more time and the Capitalists will be blending your food and feeding it to you with a straw for a year. You know, I am amazed that you haven’t figured it out yet. Everyone who has ever associated with that man has either left him or stabbed him in the back for good reason. They knew damn well he would do it to them first! Don’t be such a sheep! Wake up!Chris Phenomenal: You can justify it however you want, it really doesn’t make a difference.Thunderkiss: I’m not justifying anything to you. If you can’t see the truth at the moment that’s fine, but once you do I know you’ll come running asking to join my movement.Thunderkiss turns away and pulls open the door, holding it like a true gentleman for Anna as Chris calls out. Chris Phenomenal: You’re full of shit, you know that.Thunderkiss turns his head as Anna ducks out of sight. Thunderkiss: We all are Chris. I just don’t lie about it. I don’t get paid to, unlike him.With that Thunderkiss ducks through the door, it shutting behind him as Chris stares him down, Senator coming up behind him placing his hand on his shoulder. Senator: I am worried about all of this. The winds of change are blowing and I fear if we do not strike first we could be staring down a vicious rebellion. Chris Phenomenal: Don’t worry, we’ve got this.Senator: Say, before we go in. Why do we not get a bite to eat? Chris Phenomenal: I’m down.With that Senator and Chris turn around and walk away from the entrance as the scene fades out behind them.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2010 17:08:59 GMT -5
Segment: Back by popular demand (Credit: Michael Smart)
The scene begins with a close-up of a face. The face belongs to Daniel Smart, a bright smile on his face as he stares at the camera. Daniel takes a moment to clear his throat, in preparation for a small song that will be familiar to some.
Daniel Smart: Dedodo deedodo deedodoo, The Smart Report!
The camera pans backwards at the same time as Daniel sings the theme song, revealing that he is sitting in an office chair behind a wooden desk. As the camera pans back more, it becomes apparent that the room is a bit smaller than the average locker room. Behind Daniel, attached to the wall with a lot of tape is a white cardboard sign that says "The Smart Report" in dark blue letters. Besides Daniel's desk, one of Daniel's new recruits, the dark-haired Sarcastic Intern is sitting on a steel chair, his arms crossed in front of his chest, an annoyed look on his face. Daniel's overly enthusiastic smile overshadows Sarcastic Intern's frown, however, as Daniel taps the pile of papers in his hands a few times on the desk to get into one neat stack before proceeding with his speech.
Daniel Smart: Welcome to the new and improved Smart Report! It has been a long time since we last aired an edition of this massively popular talk show, but the people have spoken and we are back on ACW! Not only that, but there are some new and exciting additions to our usual cast! One of them is sitting right next to me! Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to Sarcastic Intern!
Daniel turns to Sarcastic Intern, who barely acknowledges Daniel's introduction.
Daniel Smart: Why won't you say hello to our audience!
Sarcastic Intern lets out an audible, exaggerated sigh as he proceeds to give a short, monotone greeting.
Sarcastic Intern: Hello, it is an honor to be a part of this famous talk show and I hope you will find me a worthwhile addition to this show.
Daniel doesn't seem to notice Sarcastic Intern's lack of enthusiasm, continuing on with the show.
Daniel Smart: We also have some boo... I mean, uh, a member of the fairer sex. Say hello to Token Girl Intern!
The camera turns to the right, showing Token Girl Intern, who doesn't seem happy about Daniel's Freudian slip.
Token Girl Intern: Hey, I'll be serving on this show as the...
Daniel Smart: We will announce her role later!
The camera goes back to Daniel, Token Girl Intern seemingly glaring at him before she is back out of sight. Daniel continues with the introductions.
Daniel Smart: And for our third addition, a man whose sense of humor might just rival mine, Q-Spal!
The camera turns to the left, showing Q-Spal waving at the camera.
Q-Spal: Hello, children!
The camera goes back to Daniel.
Daniel Smart: And last but hopefully not least, our field reporter, Shy Intern!
The camera backs out of the doorway of the room and turns to the right, revealing Shy Intern standing just outside the door to the room, a microphone in his right hand.
Shy Intern: G-greetings to our v-viewers from the hallways of the arena, where I w-will be on the lookout for interesting people to interview.
The camera goes back to the doorway, concentrating once again on Daniel, who shifts the frontmost paper in his stack to the back, taking a quick glance at the next paper.
Daniel Smart: Alright, let's get this show on the road! Now then, before we get any guests on this show, we will be talking about ACW news! Token Girl Intern will be providing us with talking points for the night! Token Girl Intern, what's our first talking point?
The camera goes back to Token Girl Intern, revealing that she has a few signs made out of white cardboard behind her. She picks the first one up, displaying it to the camera and reading the text on it out loud.
Token Girl Intern: The first talking point is "ACW's current situation".
The camera goes back to Daniel and Sarcastic Intern.
Daniel Smart: Indeed. As you all might already know, the previous chairman of ACW - or a similar title, I don't really follow politics - Jonathan Gingerdude has disappeared. Not only that, we have also been forced to stage a show at a different, smaller venue. Also, our management is currently in utter and total chaos. Sarcastic Intern, what do you think of this situation?
Daniel turns to Sarcastic Intern, currently looking down at his shoes. He doesn't bother to look up for his answer.
Sarcastic Intern: I think it sucks that I'm forced to work with you.
Daniel lets out a loud, fake laugh.
Daniel Smart: Heh! You sure are a jokester, Sarcastic Intern. But now then, will you please give us our second talking point?
Shy Intern: U-uhm...
Daniel's attention instantly shifts to Shy Intern's mumbling. The camera turns around to show him, motioning to Daniel.
Shy Intern: I, uh... there's a guy who fits your description coming this way...
Daniel Smart: Oh? Oh! You must send him in!
The camera follows Shy Intern to the hallway. Shy Intern steps in the path of another intern, about the same height as Shy Intern, featuring dark hair, the hair covering the right side of his face.
Shy Intern: E-excuse me, but we... uh, well, you see... could you get inside there for a second?
The intern looks confused at Shy Intern's inability to communicate what he wants.
Intern: Uh, okay...
The new intern gets inside the room, the camera following him as Daniel gets up to greet him.
Daniel Smart: Welcome to The Smart Report! I told Shy Intern to look out for someone just like you!
Intern: Oh, really?
Daniel Smart: Really! I have composed a song just for this occasion!
Daniel clears his throat once again before starting another song.
Daniel Smart: Emo hair, emo hair It may not be fair But I don't care: You have emo hair!
Intern: ...I'm leaving now.
The camera steps out of the way of the Emo Hair Intern, concentrating once again on Daniel.
Daniel Smart: Huh, I guess he was in a hurry to go listen to Linkin Park or something. Anyway, I'm afraid that's all the time we have for tonight! But don't worry, as...
Q-Spal suddenly steps in front of the desk.
Q-Spal: Wait, does this mean I won't be getting to do my bit after all?
Daniel Smart: Uh, yeah, we don't have time right now for...
Q-Spal: Screw you guys, I'm going home!
Q-Spal storms off, leaving Daniel slightly confused and out of words.
Daniel Smart: Huh. Guess I'll need to ask cousin to come back on this show. Anyway, thank you, my dear viewers, and good night!
Daniel tries to strike up a chat with Sarcastic Intern, who just glares at him as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2010 17:10:15 GMT -5
Match 3: Robert "Badger" Garland vs. "The Soul of Philly" TJ (Credit: Panther)
The match starts off with a hand shake as the two circle round. TJ tries to open up with a big punch but Garland ducks underneath and puts TJ into a waist lock. Badger goes for a German suplex but TJ twists and blasts Garland in the face with a huge elbow, forcing Garland to let go and recoil folding his jaw. TJ runs in at Garland and elbows him again, this time in the back of the head, sending him onto the mat. Garland slowly gets up rubbing the back of his head with his left hands and uses his right hand to punch TJ in the ribs repeatedly. After a few punches Garland gets back up straight and full on smacks TJ across the face with a huge punch. TJ spins around in pain and Badger pounces, locking in a sleeper hold. TJ instinctively flails around with his arms outstretched trying to knock down Badger but all this does is tire him out. After a bit of this TJ goes for a different tactic, running toward the ropes and diving, barely grabbing them. Badger sighs and lets go, ending up kneeling next to a purple faced TJ.
Edison: Good escape there by TJ.
Maxwell: His face is purple as a grape, but at least he is free.
Badger grabs TJ by the hair and stands up, dragging him to the corner. Badger goes to whip TJ across to the opposite corner only for TJ to hold on and send Badger flying front first into the corner full power. Badger slams into the corner so hard the wind is pushed out of him and he is draped over the top rope, his feet on the bottom rope. TJ struts over, pulls Badger down and again launches him into the same corner face first. Badger rebounds off into TJ who then lifts him up and hits the devastating Philly combo (Two power bombs into a border toss)! The ring shakes as Garland is slammed into the canvas with such brute force, Garland even bounces a bit! TJ covers and to most peoples’ surprise only gets a two! TJ lifts Badger up by the hair with his left hand but Badger fights back, smashing his fists into TJs face with alternating hands. As the pace picks up Badger starts slinging right fists until TJ falls back into the ropes, rebounds off and falls straight into the Brain Damage! (Roundhouse kick to the head).
Edison: HUGE kick by Badger!
With TJ down Garland covers, getting just two. Intent on carrying on his assault Garland doesn't let TJ up, booting him in the ribs and locking in a front face lock. TJ struggles, far from the ropes, tired and hurt, he is trapped. Badger wraps both arms around TJs head, chocking him via cutting off the blood flow too his head. Badger lets go of TJ with one hand and begins punching him in the head quickly and repeatedly with no protection. TJ slowly tries to stand, dizzy and tired. He barely gets too his knees, Garland showing his strength. TJ slowly gets up to his feet and then lifts up Garland, wraps his arms around him and then slams him down to the canvas. The noise echos around the arena as Garland goes limp, his head smashing into the mat. The fans explode as TJ rages, yelling at Garland as he jumps up and down. TJ lifts the now lifeless Garland by his head, grabs his victim by the throat, throws him into the air and catches Garland in a spine buster, smashing him into the mat to complete the Soulbuster! TJ simply lays a finger on Garland, pinning him for the three!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2010 17:10:50 GMT -5
Showtime! First up...The Red Panther? Jack Jefferson Having just arrived, Jack Jefferson saunters into the backstage area of tonight’s tiny venue. A disgusted look crosses his face as he notices just how small the backstage area is. He thought he’d left all this amateur crap behind when he joined ACW, the supposed big leagues. In amongst the people milling about he spots Charlotte King. Deciding this might be his chance to get some answers about what’s going on in this crazy company he bellows across to her.Jefferson: Oi! Charlotte!! Her head spins around as she hears her name. She looks a tad confused when she sees Jefferson beckoning her over. After all, he’s never really spoken to her before outside of an interview. Shrugging her shoulders she begins to walk over to him, maybe it’s his New Year’s Resolution to be nicer to people? What? It could be!Charlotte: Yes Jack? Jefferson: Well, I have a few questions for you. Firstly, why the hell are we in this crappy excuse for an arena? What happened to having the ACW Arena? Charlotte: The rumours say that the building was declared unfit for purpose, but there’s been no official word of what exactly is going on. All I know is that we’re not running shows there anymore. Don’t know why we’re here though. Jefferson exhales deeply, his unhappiness at that incredibly vague answer evident.Jefferson: Useless. Anyway, what’s more important is how long I’ve got to prepare for my match tonight. They’re letting me invoke my rematch clause against Shadow, right? Oh and where is my locker room? Charlotte: No-one has their own locker rooms, there’s a big communal one down the hall where everyone is having to get changed. I think there’s individual cubicles though, there is in the women’s one. Jefferson: Ok, whatever...my match? Charlotte: Your match is up pretty soon, it’s next on the match list actually. Ju-- Jefferson: Great! I’d better go get prepared, Shadow’s not gonna know what happened when I’m done with him. Then I can get that title back to where it belongs, around my waist. Jefferson makes to leave but Charlotte grabs his shoulder to stop him, forcing him to spin around and face her.Charlotte: Didn’t anyone tell you? Jefferson: Tell me what?! Charlotte: You’re not facing Dave Shadow...you’re against The Red Panther. Jefferson: The Red Panther?! What the fuck is this?! I want my fucking title back, not to face some lunatic in a mask! I’m not standing for this! Point me to Ginger’s office, I’ll set this straight! Charlotte: Wow, you’re completely out of the loop aren’t you? Have you had any contact with anyone during the winter break? Jefferson: Well...er...shut up, that doesn’t matter. What do you mean “out of the loop”? Charlotte: Well, Ginger’s not here. BK London is in charge tonight. Jefferson: BK London?! Why? What the hell has happened to Ginger? How in the blue hell has BK London gained control over ACW?! Charlotte: Well, he hasn’t. He’s in charge temporarily, maybe for one night only. Word is that Gingerdude is done with ACW but I’ve got no idea who’s replacing him. The board of directors are keeping very hush hush about it. Kevin Anderson was caught snooping around their offices and told if they caught him again he’d be looking for a new job, the idiot! Jefferson: So, let me get this right...the ACW Arena is no more, and we’re competing in dives like this instead? Gingerdude has gone and somehow BK London is in charge? And not only am I not getting a chance to regain my World Title, but I have to face The Red Panther instead? Charlotte: Yeah, that’s about the size of it. Jefferson: Fuck me, this place really is going to the dogs! Clearly annoyed at this shocking turn of events Jefferson stalks away. What a difference a couple of weeks can make, maybe if he’d been paying attention to what was going on he wouldn’t be so in the dark. Ah well, it’s too late to think about that now; he has a match to prepare for.
Fade to Black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2010 17:11:20 GMT -5
The Chase credit: Criminal The scene opens up with a roaring sound of a helicopter engine. The sight is that of an unusual police chase. From the height it is all but easy to see who the driver is of the vehicle, and through the darkness the color is unnoticeable. Ahead the police are planning a spike strip to take out the car. You can hear the dispatch.Officer: I am in pursuit of a black vehicle, plate reading T as in tire, N as in new, T as in tree, W as in wheel, E as in electric, L as in lazy, and R as in road. Dispatch: It comes back as a stolen vehicle. Officer: That could be why this punk is running. Who does this vehicle belong to. Dispatch: It looks as if it is the ACW superstar Trent Wheeler. Officer: Well, set up a spike strip across the bridge that connects ACW island to Cuba. Dispatch: affirmative. As the vehicle approaches the bridge, it is a very long distance ahead of the police. The car pulls over as close to the edge of the bridge as physically possible without driving off. The driver gets out, and jumps up on top of the car. His face covered in a face-painted mask, the black trench coat flapping in the wind, and the glock as shiny as ever in his right hand. The police catch up very quickly and surround the car, the thief is far from scared. The officers notice the gun and hide behind their car doors pointing their guns at the man, who is quickly identified as Criminal.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Now, I know you all think I might have stolen this car. Criminal's voice is ignored, and can't be over heard from the loud speaker asking him to put the gun down, and to get off of the car.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: SHUT THE FUCK UP!! Here I will tuck the gun away, and listen to me for a god damn minute. Criminal then tucks the gun away in his pants.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Now don't anyone move. I will shoot anyone that thinks they are getting close to me. Now onto business, if you haven't noticed this car is not mine. It belongs to a good friend named Trent Wheeler. It's not even stolen, and once I leave you can look the keys are in it. He had this whole plan to try and catch me up being that I am his only competition for the Championship that he holds so dear. Well... Criminal stops as he notices an officer creeping up the back end of the car trying to tackle him. He quickly jumps down onto the trunk of the car looking the officer in the face.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Is there something I can help you with? The officer quickly grabs Criminal. The convict is far too smart for the newbie. Criminal bashes the patrol man's head off of the trunk a couple times then stands on the railing of the bridge, glancing down at the bloody officer a few times. He then looks out to see the police, guns drawn and all angry.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Well when you all call Trent to inform him that his car is in good hands, be sure to warn him that I am coming. Criminal leaps off the bridge, plummeting to the ocean below. The sound of gunshots fill the air, as if they are trying to hit him. As the helicopter moves towards the ocean it looks with the spotlight trying to find out where the man had went, but is unable to locate him. Police swarm around under the bridge. The man is still nowhere to be found. Camera fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2010 17:12:11 GMT -5
Match 4: The Red Panther vs. Jack Jefferson (Credit: Jefferson)
While many things have changed in ACW over the course of the transition from 2009 to 2010, from the loss of Chairman Gingerdude to the move away from the ACW Arena, one thing has remained the same – the high quality matches. Up next is a match many people have their eye on, a match featuring a former World Champion looking to get his title back facing off against a man people have claimed in one to watch for 2010 in The Red Panther. Word on the er...aisle is that Jefferson is less than happy at having to face Panther, in lieu of taking on Shadow for the title, so it could be a torrid evening for the young star. Then again, Panther has the opportunity to up his game and cause an upset, proving to doubters everywhere that he has the ability to compete with the best in this industry and potentially putting himself in the frame for a title show.
The small arena is charged with excitement and although the crowd is a lot smaller than ACW is used to there is still the same tangible electricity in the air; the fans are still as rowdy as ever. As the ever-present Phillip Jones steps into the ring, trusty microphone in hand, a huge cheer goes around, as if the fans are celebrating something that hasn’t changed. A constant in what makes ACW, well, ACW. A small smile crosses Phillip’s face at this approval from the fans and he brings the microphone up to his smiling lips.
Phillip: The following match is a singles match scheduled for ONE FALL! With a twenty minute time limit!
Another cheer goes up from the crowd, slightly interrupting Phillip’s flow. He’s not bothered though, he’s just happy that the fans are enjoying themselves and are a still as passionate as ever, despite the steep decline in numbers.
Phillip: Introducing first; from Manchester, England and weighing in at 214lbs...he is a former ACW World Heavyweight Champion...JACK JEFFERSOOOOOONNNN!!
The boos begin as “Paint it Black” by The Rolling Stones does. Jefferson struts through the curtain with a sour expression on his face; it’s evident where he doesn’t want to be tonight. He swaggers down the aisle to the ring, ignoring the reaction he’s receiving from the fans, and rolls into the ring. He climbs onto the turnbuckle to his right, placing his right foot on the top rope whilst leaving his left on the middle rope and smirks at the audience below. He slaps his hands on his pectoral muscles and holds his arms out wide, forming a ‘gun’ with his index fingers and thumbs. As he jumps down he eyeballs the referee, his angry grimace returning as he shoots the ref a look of pure hatred.
Phillip: And his opponent; from Honolulu, Hawaii and weighing in at 213lbs...THE RED PAAAAAAAAAANTHER!!
The opening strains of Sepulrura's Roots “Bloody Roots” blasts out as The Red Panther strolls out, surrounded by smoke. The reaction he receives is a mixed one, with the majority of fans cheering him but a good portion of the crowd giving him an audible, if unenthusiastic, cheer.
Roots bloody roots Roots bloody roots Roots bloody roots Roots bloody roooaaaaaahh
Slowly Panther makes his way down to the ring, rolls in and walks around. He does a bit of shadow boxing, stretches down to touch his toes and then backs into his corner.
I Believe in our fate We dont need to fake It’s all we wanna be Watch me freeeaaak !!
Panther charges at the middle of the ring and performs a shoryuken and the backs into his corner. The referee stands between them and looks towards each opponent to ensure they’re ready. Jefferson’s steely gaze has now been cast on his opponent for the evening and he doesn’t even acknowledge the referee as he asks for confirmation that he’s ready.
*BELL RINGS*
The two step towards each other slightly and Panther begins circling, however Jefferson holds his ground and invites Panther onto him. Panther approaches, cautiously, and attempts to lock up. However, Jefferson drops to a knee to duck under his reach and nails him with an elbow in the back of the head as he rises up. Panther spins to face Jefferson now, his guard up, and throws a few warning kicks which Jefferson neatly steps out of the way of. Once again Jefferson beckons Panther onto him but this time Panther decides to take him by surprise, wanting to show Jefferson that he’s not slouch in the ring and not to be taken lightly. Panther charges and aims for a Jumping Knee to Jefferson’s face. Unfortunately for Panther, Jefferson is able to sidestep and hit him with an Enzuigiri to the back of his head. Panther ends up face down on the mat and Jefferson smirks as he looks down at him.
Jefferson takes a little too long to savour the moment as Panther quickly performs a kip-up and nails him with an elbow shot that sends him stumbling backwards, just managing to stay on his feet. Jefferson, his smirk remaining, wipes the corner of his mouth, where a slight trickle of blood has emerged, with his thumb and nods at Panther as if to say “ok, time to stop playing!”The two circle each other and eventually lock up. With neither man having any size advantage a stalemate has been reached until Jefferson stamps on Panther’s foot, forcing him to break. What Jefferson isn’t prepared for, however, is for Panther to quickly turn his body and take him over with a Snapmare. The second Jefferson’s arse hits the canvas Panther leaps into the air and nails him in the back of the head with a Dropkick. He quickly covers, hooking the leg...
...1...
...kickout! Jefferson powers out immediately after one, the indignation written all over his face. Panther, however, wastes no time in continuing his assault by locking on a Kneebar. Jefferson, agony etched on his features, struggles and manages to drag himself over to the ropes, forcing Panther to break the hold. As soon as the hold is relinquished Jefferson rolls out of the ring and limps forward, testing his ability to put pressure on his knee. ONE! As he turns around he is faced by Panther, who followed him out, and who stuns him with a series of boxing jabs which the ref doesn’t seem too pleased with. TWO! With Jefferson stunned Panther takes him over with a Suplex that forces a groan out of him as he lands with a thud on the thin mats covering the concrete. THREE! Panther scoops Jefferson up and rolls him into the ring, diving in to follow and cover him...
...1...
...2-kickout! Jefferson gets his shoulder up as the ref counts two, much to Panther’s dismay. Jefferson’s face is now scrunched up in a hideous scowl as his evident frustration grows, he didn’t even want to face this masked freak and now he’s taking a beating from him! As the pair rise Jefferson is caught with a kick to the head and is sent tumbling down to the mat where Panther pounces, locking on a Kimura. Luckily for Jefferson, he’s near the ropes and is able to get his foot on the bottom rope before Panther can either drag him away or do much damage. Regardless, he once again drops out of the ring, this time favouring his left arm.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2010 17:13:32 GMT -5
As he spins around Jefferson once again finds that Panther has followed him out, like some kind of unwanted masked red shadow. ONE! This time, however, Jefferson is prepared for him and catches Panther with a perfectly thrown European Uppercut. Panther is staggered, but still standing, a situation Jefferson rectifies a second later with a Northern Lights Suplex. TWO! As Panther groans at the, evidently, painful impact Jefferson floats over and begins peppering him with right hands. THREE! On the advice of the referee, Jefferson abates and rises to his feet, holding his hands aloft to protest his innocence. As Panther gets to all fours to propel himself to his feet, however, Jefferson catches him in the face with a downwards kick-come-stomp that sends him to the tin matting once more. FOUR! Grunting slightly, Jefferson hauls Panther onto his feet, he rests his wobbly foe on the ring apron before unleashing a devastating Knife-edged Chop that echoes throughout the entire, admittedly tiny, arena. FIVE! Enjoying himself a little now, a smirk creeps onto Jefferson’s face and it only gets bigger as he Irish Whips him into the ring post, clearly enjoying seeing him flop to the floor once again. SIX! Without another second’s hesitation Jefferson scoops Panther up and rolls him into the ring, instantly following to hook the leg...
...1...
...2..NO! Panther is able to get his shoulder up marginally after the two-count and it’s evident that this doesn’t sit well with Jefferson, the scowl returning. He shoots a venomous look at the ref before dragging Panther to his feet, determined to press the advantage. He whips Panther off the ropes but is forced to leapfrog him as he comes back and ducks down in an attempt to throw him over his head. No soon have Jefferson’s feet hit the mat than he is diving down flat, trying to trip up Panther who simply hops over him after coming off the ropes. Jefferson, however, has the last laugh as he nails Panther, coming off the ropes for a third time and with real momentum, with a huge Samoan Drop. He follows up with a lateral press...
...1...
...2...kickout! Once again Panther kicks out and this time Jefferson is really incensed, getting in the face of the referee by prodding his chest and clearly exchanging some harsh words. With his arrogance clouding his judgement Jefferson fails to see that by badgering the ref he’s giving Panther time to recover and, thanks to this, when he spins around Panther catches him with an inside cradle...
...ONE...
...TWO...
...THR--NO!! Jefferson beats the count, marginally, and you can see he’s not happy about being caught in such a rookie manner. He leaps to his feet and hits the ropes at breakneck speed, nailing Panther with a Running Lariat just as he finds his own vertical base. The force of the blow knocks Panther off his feet and this time Jefferson isn’t going to let him rest for a second, sitting him up and placing his knee on his spine as he wrenches his neck using his chin. Still furious over nearly being beaten by an Inside Cradle – where the hell does this Panther chump get the cheek! – Jefferson begins unravelling the tape on his wrists until he has enough to wrap tightly around Panther’s neck, which he does. As the referee attempts, with futility, to break his grip Jefferson roars his indignation, his face screwing up in rage and his roar gets louder and his grip gets tighter. Unable to get Jefferson to relinquish his hold, the ref begins his count...
...ONE...
...TWO...
...THREE...
...FOUR...
...FIVE! The referee calls for the bell.
*BELL RINGS*
Everyone is a little shocked by Jefferson’s obvious loss of control, and even the consummate professional that is Phillip Jones takes a little while to react to the referee’s decision.
Phillip: And your winner...by disqualification... THE RED PAAAAAAAAAANTHER!!
Panther isn’t able to celebrate his victory; however, as he’s begun to go limp by this point as oxygen is blocked from getting through to his lungs. The ref, left with no other choice, attempts to once again force Jefferson to relinquish his grip. This time he succeeds although he quickly begins to wish he hadn’t as Jefferson turns his fury onto him, grabbing hold of him by his hair.
Jefferson: IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT!!
The fact that everyone in attendance, in awed hush as they may be, can clearly hear what Jefferson screams in the referee’s face gives you some kind of indication of just how loudly he yells. Not content with bursting the ref’s eardrums, Jefferson temporarily relinquishes his grip on his curly locks only to grab hold of his waist and take him over with his patented Blizzard Suplex. Jefferson, arms aloft in triumph and face still looking like thunder stands over the unconscious official and glares down upon him with utter contempt. A gob of spit is the final insult before Jefferson departs the ring to a decidedly hostile reaction, the crowd finally finding their voice again.
Fade to Black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2010 17:14:06 GMT -5
Segment: Victory! (Credit: Freeman)
The segment fades in to show Greg approaching Trace, who is still watching youtube videos.
Greg: Trace…did you hear that?
Trace: What?
Greg: About tonight!
Trace: Er…no…? I’m off tonight I don’t have to work! I DVR’d the show so like…what’s the difference?
Greg: You’re wrestling tonight, so get ready.
Trace: Wrestling?
Greg: Yeah
Trace: YEAH! TOLD YA GREG. IM BOOKED! See? It’s working! When do I go on?! Oh…wait…there’s like…a match card somewhere right? Charlotte said!
Greg: You go on…well…not for a while. You’re in the main event, but---
Trace: HA! YES! THAT’S RIGHT! AGAINST WHO?! PERHAPS TONIGHT I’LL MAKE ALEX TRIXIER SUFFER!
Greg: Er…well…it’s against Dave
Trace: DAVE? Like the imaginary guy from LOST? HA! NO STUPID HALLUCINATION WILL BEAT ME, I’ll
Greg: As in Dave…the ACW Champion.
Trace: …
Greg: For the ACW title.
Trace: …
Greg: …
Trace: …
Greg: …
Trace: …
Greg: …
Trace: ……………………………………!!!!!!!!!
Silence…
Trace: YEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!!!!!!
Greg: Trace, you should know that the only reason---
Trace: IVE MADE IT GREG! IVE MADE IT TO THE TOP! I KNEW I COULD DO IT! THIS IS THE BIGGEST DAY OF MY LIFE! ITS ALL BECAUSE OF YOU! ITS BECAUSE OF YOU! YOU ARE THE BEST MANAGER EVER GREG, AND I WILL REWARD YOU GREATLY ONCE I SIGN MY MULTIBILLIION DOLLAR CONTRACT! BUT MOST OF ALL ITS ALL BECAUSE OF ME! AND MY WIKIPEDIA ARTICLE! I KNEW IT WOULD WORK! THESE FANS LOVE ME GREG, AND THE MANAGEMENT LOVES ME! I KNEW IT! I ALWAYS KNEW BK LONDON WAS A GREAT MAN! I KNEW I COULD DO IT GREG! YEAH!
Greg: The only reason they picked YOU is because they know that Dave Shadow can beat you!
Trace: NO WAY! THEY KNOW THAT I CAN BEAT HIM! IT’S A NEW DAY GREG! A NEW ERA! A NEW CENTURY! WE ARE STEPPING OUT OF THE TWENTIETH AND ENTERING INTO THE TWENTY-FIRST! THIS IS GREAT! I HAVE TO GO GET READY! TONIGHT GREG, TRACE BIRMINGHAM BECOMES THE A…C…W…CHAMPION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![/size]
Greg: Listen, Trace…
Trace: I WON AND YOU LOST! I TOLD YOU GREG. I TOLD YOU!
And just like that Trace runs off to prepare, as Greg sighs…
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2010 17:14:45 GMT -5
Empire State of MindChris Phenomenal and BK LondonAt Winters Discontent Chris Phenomenal came up just a little bit short against Dave Shadow, their seemingly endless feud taking a new turn. For anyone who has watched this feud evolved they know that a simple pin fall victory is not going to cement this, if anything the addition of the grandest prize in the industry will only add fuel to the already raging fire, bringing this blood feud to unseen levels. Now, standing in front of the offices of the temporary leader, BK London, Chris stands all alone. Senator Steve Phillips not in sight, nor are the capitalists. There carefully executed defenses seemingly non existent as Chris raises his hand and raps on the face of the door twice as the familiar voice of BK London responds from within. BK London: Come in. Chris pulls the handle of the door causing it to swing towards him as he looks on before stepping across the threshold and pulling the door shut behind him. Meanwhile, London is tasting some of the catering that this new building has provided for him - a platter full of fruit and vegetables. BK London: Hey Phenomenal, these carrots look fresh to you? Chris Phenomenal: I...I don't know, I guess..BK London: Hmm... BK London samples some of the carrot sticks and he isn't too impressed with it. Nonetheless, he turns his attention back to Chris. BK London: So, what can I do for you my friend? Chris Phenomenal: You know why I’m here London, so we can just cut the shit and you can sign me to a match for the ACW Championship - tonight.It's not at all what the fans want, evident by the boos in the arena. BK London: I can’t do that. Chris Phenomenal: Sure you can. You’ve been given the power over ACW tonight to do whatever you choose. All you need to do is say tonight it’s going to be Dave Shadow vs. Chris Phenomenal for the ACW Heavyweight Championship and we are good to go.BK London: You know what? You're right - I can do that... Phenomenal's eyes light up for a second, he can feel that his time is nearing. BK London: But I'm not gonna do it.. Chris stares at BK London, taken aback a bit but not losing his composure. Chris Phenomenal: Come on London, New York connection here. We look out for each other because no one else will.BK London: That still doesn't change the fact that I'm NOT make this match for you Chris. Previously calm and collected the cheeks of Chris begin to look flushed, the color in them rising slightly as Chris rocks on his back foot and buries his fast in the pocket of his hooded sweater. Chris Phenomenal: Alright I bite London, what’s your angle. Trying to prevent me from reaching the top, protecting your legacy as the greatest New York wrestler of all time? Or are we looking at something else here? BK London: What are you hinting at? Chris Phenomenal: I don’t know, it just seems the last time you showed up you managed to find your way in a championship match and now that you’re in a position of power tonight is probably the same. So rather than fuckin‘ around with me, why don‘t we just get this over with.Chris turns and looks into the camera projecting onto the screens in the arena as well as the fans watching around the world. Chris Phenomenal: Ladies and gentleman, tonight you probably tuned into our programming to see the best in the business perform their craft. You tuned in to see the continuation of the saga between Dave Shadow and Chris Phenomenal. You wanted to see us go to war once more and rip each other limb from limb for your edification…Chris points his hand towards BK London, the color in his cheeks having full come in now with a crimson hue. Chris Phenomenal: …But no, this man decided he was better than me. He decided that because he was once a big thing in this business that he deserved a title shot against Dave Shadow more than me. So ladies and gentleman because I know he hasn’t already announced it, was probably going to sneak up on Dave Shadow, call for the bell, kick him in the face, pin him, the same old BK London routine that grew tired four years ago, I would like to inform you all of tonight’s main event, that man, BK London taking on the luckiest son of a bitch in wrestling, Dave Shadow.The crowd is hushed. The fans watching around the world are hushed. All is silent until the slow clapping of BK London interrupts it. BK London: Are you done making an idiot of yourself? Chris turns and looks at London, the shade of red in his cheeks slowly darkening as he gets right in his face, ignoring the question. Chris Phenomenal: I wish you luck tonight, you’re going to need it.With that Chris begins to walk out of the room, reaching the door before BK London calls out to him. BK London: It’s not going to be me facing Dave Shadow tonight, I didn’t show up here to wrestle. No, it’s going to be Trace Armstrong taking on Dave Shadow for the World Heavyweight Championship. Chris spins on his heels, looking at BK London in disbelief. Chris Phenomenal: You can’t be fucking serious?BK London: Does it look like I’m kidding? The serious look on BK’s face is not a farce and Chris realizes it. Turning around Chris slams his fist into the thin doors of the small arena and goes right through it, the power and speed of Chris’ fists never ceasing to amaze. As Chris pulls it out he walks through the door, slamming it shut behind him as the camera focuses on BK London, the room shaking and the small piece of artwork ordaining the make shift office falling to the ground behind him. Slowly BK turns around and just shakes his head. BK London: That’ll cost him a bit of money. With that the scene fades to a close on BK London turning around to the couch and now sampling himself to the celery sticks. Not fresh at all. Ughh Fade Out ============ The First Interview Seg With The Champ By Dave Shadow
Dave sits in the middle of a small, dark and damp dressing room somewhere backstage, lacing up his boots as he gets ready for his match later this evening. The title is close by on the ground beside him, Dave reluctant to let it move too far away from him. When Dave won the World Championship, part of him had hoped he would regain the pleasures of his own private dressing room. However, with the current state of ACW, he had not been surprised to be informed upon arrival that he would be changing communally. No matter, he thought. Can’t claim to be a champion of the people if he was holed up inside a luxurious room away from everyone.
Across the room, someone beckoned to him. Dave glanced over to spot that Charlotte King had come to the door, and was seeking an interview with the champ. Again, not surprising. He had been expecting it. Finishing up his laces, Dave grabbed the title, slung it over his shoulder and approached her. He pushed her back out into the coridoor and closed the door behind him, seeking some peace and privacy.
King: Quick interview with the new champ? Dave smiled and made sure he was looking his best. King nodded to the cameraman, as he started to record.
King: Dave, first off, congratulations on becoming the ACW World Champion. I know it’s been a goal of yours since...well, since the beginning. Dave: Thanks, King. And yeah, it has been actually. When I joined ACW, when I signed my contract, I did so because I wanted to see if I had it in me to become a World Champ. Not only A world champ, but the champion of possibly the biggest fed out there. So winning this title....it’s a dream come true, and I can’t express how delighted I am.King: First show in 2010, and I must comment on what a fantastic 2009 you had here in ACW. Everything seemed to go your way. Dave: Yeah. I mean, this time last year, I won an award for “Most Anticipated for 09”. The fans knew that 2009 was going to be a big year for Dave Shadow, and they weren’t disappointed. I was the Entertainment champion for the Spring. I was International Champion for the summer. I was the winner of the Emperor of the Ring in Autumn. And in the winter, I became World Champ. There’s very little I didn’t do, and that I haven’t done now in ACW.King: Gah! That sounds like the World Title curse setting in. Dave: Haha, don’t worry. This World Champ isn’t going anywhere. Yeah, some people have a habit of losing heart after losing their title. But thing is, I don’t plan on losing this title. I plan on being the World champ for a very, VERY long time.King: What about first challengers then? I mean obviously, we’ve already heard that you’ll be facing Trance Armstrong tonight. Dave rolls his eyes into the back of his head, but let’s her continue.
King:...but if you win, have you any idea on who you would like to take as the first real challenger to your championship belt? Dave: Charlotte, let us not underestimate Armstrong here. He is a foe to be feared, and I would be stupid to start underestimating people now. Truth be told, a lot of my early successes were down to the fact that people would underestimate me. If someone does that, it can be simple to turn the tables. So I shan’t take him, nor anyone else likely. Now, IF I beat him, I have numerous decisions to make. Do I give Chris Phenomenal what he no doubt wants, and offer him another shot at another title of mine?King: Well, he was the one to strip you of both the Entertainment and International Championships. It would be cosmic karma, perhaps, if he relieved you of the World title as well. Dave: Perhaps. And perhaps he may get that chance soon. Then again, maybe Jefferson will decide to cash in his rematch clause. Maybe, Dave Shadow vs Jack Jefferson will happen just one more time. Maybe I’ll have to kick his ass again.King: Maybe. But who would you like to fight Dave? Dave: Now there’s a question that yields no easy answer. I would like to fight everyone. I would like to take on any and all challengers. If someone wants a shot, I won’t be one to stand in their way and block them. I am not a coward, and I am not a phoney poser. However, I will tell you what I do want. Earlier tonight, you saw me give TJ and Chris Williams a chance to prove themselves. I want others to step up. I want someone who might not be considered “main event” to take a stand and show these people why they are wrong. King: Why? Dave: Why? Cause ACW is in a state of flux, King. ACW needs new blood, new talent, new faces at the top of the ladder. So I stand here before you all as the World Champion, and I say that if you talk the talk, I now offer the chance to walk the walk. No longer do I want people sitting backstage somewhere complaining about being passed over. You want a title shot, the you come to me, and you ask me for one. Make an impact. Make a name for yourself here in ACW. As I said, ACW is entering a Renaissance. Old structures will fall, new powers shall rise. I plan to be on top of this ACW mountain, but I expect each and every superstar back here to try their best, give it their all and work for what we all love.King: You made allusions to the current state of ACW. As ACW World Champ, and in many ways, a figure head for the superstars, have you... Dave: King, everyone has been asking me this all day. The sad fact is I have no new information. I was informed that we should show up here, tonight, and continue shows as normal. I would imagine the first I find out about what way things will run henceforth will be when everyone else does. Again I say though, we all need to stick together, and I fully plan on leading ACW through this into a new golden age.King: Dave Shadow...thanks very much. King and Dave look into the camera, as we fade to the next seg.
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