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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2010 16:47:05 GMT -5
ACW Wednesday Night Warfare 13th January 2010
Schedule of Matches: --------------------------
Robert Garland Vs. Alex Trixer
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Andrew Williams vs. Trace Birmingham
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Adrian Flamingo vs. Jonny Spade
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Sgt. Pilko and Chris Phenomenal vs. Freddy Maddox and Dave Shadow
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Michael Smart vs. The Red Panther
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MAIN EVENT ACW Entertainment Championship Match Trent Wheeler vs. Mr. Red
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2010 16:49:24 GMT -5
It is the second week of ACW’s new regime, and once again the fed finds itself in a small venue, in a small town, this time somewhere in America’s Midwest. There is a buzz in the arena, both out front and backstage... the new boss is in. And both the crowd and wrestlers are eager to find out more about the mysterious new backer...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2010 16:49:59 GMT -5
Segment: All That Remains Credit: Freddy Maddox
Another week, another city. This journey of mine is not short of twists and turns that is for sure. Sitting perched upon a blocked chimney, placed on the rooftop of the cheapest motel in town - which my first paycheck could barely afford - I looked up into the dark sky above to see it filled with bright flickering stars. I smiled as I followed the moonlight down onto the ground where it pointed to a thick white blanket of snow. Staring at the pure white colour I found myself slowly drifting off into a deep train of thought.
Freddy Maddox: The last week has been full of surprises, that's for sure. It was hard enough for me to find the place to begin with, I should have known better than to think I could simply walk in and expect a yes or no answer. I guess believing that I would either be walking away after forever or at least day was a bit naive. Well, I guess what is done is done. Even if things didn't go according to plan in the ring either. While it was good to finally step into the ring with a proper audience watching it was disappointing that the match ended the way it. Sure I didn't lose, but I didn't win either. And yes, the guy I was against might have been over 100 lbs my size and a veteran in this industry, but I should have been prepared and been able to produce something that would have pulled out the win for me. Maybe I'm getting too ahead of myself. It's not like the way it ended exactly made me look bad. It just showed neither of us was capable of finishing the other off. At least I'll have another opportunity to impress next week, and at least I'll have another opportunity to put away Pilko.[/color]
Briefly snapping out of it and back to reality I felt the temperature drop sharply and the inevitable powdery snowflakes come with it. Beginning to fall to the ground once more they slowly filled air. Pulling my beanie fully over my ears and zipping up my black leather jacket I relaxed again and returned to my previous train of thought.
Freddy Maddox: It has to be said however last week only really opened up more questions than answers. One them being who will it be that I'll be trying to impress next week? It is concerning though with the apparent instability that appears to be clear throughout the company at the moment. There is a small hint of doubt in the back of my head about whether this really was the right move to make. I mean sure, ACW was made out to be a national - hell - international company, but as I saw firsthand last week the show took place in nothing more than a glorified sports hall or gym. This makes me have to consider, should I really have taken the plunge? I mean, Rome wasn't built in a day and I need a place to develop and learn to ply my trade. I won't have a foundation to build off of if ACW goes under before I get going. I guess it's too late now, I'm going to have to just hope that the new owner wants to stick around longer than that dude did that was running things last week.
At least next week I know for sure I'll get another pop at Pilko, and after that guy blindsided me for freakin' reason and nearly threw me through a wall, I'm damn well going to make sure I'm going to take it. I'll also have the World Champion by my side, Dave Shadow. Not quite sure why he's paired up with a newbie in his second match, but hey a stroke of luck wouldn't go amiss around me. The best part about that match however is the fact that the other dude who blindsided me last week is on the other team. Now, while Pilko may have tried to break my back for some unknown reason, it's Phenomenal who really got to me last week. The way he treated me shit for no reason and just pushed me about because he could basically. He has the same cocky swagger about him that bullies I've always been tormented by in my life have had and last week I felt something burn within my chest when he threw me onto the ground for a second time in one night. [/color]
Slowing drifting out of it again I come back to reality one last time. I stand up and walk over to the edge of the rooftop and in look the direction of the arena, located in the northern-east direction. Taking a deep breath I continue, this time taking it upon to express my feels out loud.
Freddy Maddox: On Warfare I continue down the path of which I have forsaken down. Though my time and experience in this industry in the real world lies at mere days I am confident I can rely on my drive, heart and determination to ensure that I will not face off next week unprepared. Like last week I will have people writing me off at the first hurdle once again, and there will be undoubtedly be other bullies along the likes of the two I have already come into contact with, but when it comes down to stepping into the ring it makes no difference. Everything is left outside and all that remains is two men both battling it out for what they are motivated by - and I will not rest until the motivations I have entered this industry with have been fulfilled.[/color]
As I finish my voice echoes between the buildings below. I take one last look up at the beautiful sky before slowly turning away and heading back towards the ladder I used to scale the motel.
End. [/font]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2010 16:50:51 GMT -5
Segment - Backstage #2 Credit - redbadger Charlotte King - We're back and once again I'm here with one of ACW's newest acquisitions, Robert "Badger" Garland!
The crowd cheers as Garland shakes his head a bit before pumping his arms and locking eyes with his interviewer, his pet Red on his shoulder as if looking on.
Charlette King - Now Garland, last week you went up against TJ Wilson, a man whom you had harsh words for before stepping in the ring, and the very same man you lost to, is there anything you'd like to say about him or your match?
Robert Garland - Well you see King...
Garland stops for a bit and lets the crowd cheer him on for a short while longer before taking his eyes away from Charlotte and continuing.
Robert Garland - What TJ and I had last week is exactly what I said it would be, a top notch contest between two hardcore harbringers! Dare I say that it was the best match of the night!
However, I completely under-estimated my old pal to the point where I was caught off guard. I've forgotten about his tenacity and his raw ability. That being said, I myself am still trying to cut away my ring rust, no excuses about my loss.
*Squeak!*
Robert Garland - That's right buddy!
King nods as she gets the attention of the scene back to where it started, quickly popping another question at Robert Garland while Garland slightly drifts his attention more towards petting Red on the head.
Charlotte King - Is there anything you would like to say on tonight's opponent, Alex Trixer?
Robert Garland - Short and sweet, I like those questions you know?
All I've got to say about him is that I'm not looking to underestimate for a second time. I wish I had a chance to see him in action last week against Scorpion, but Scorpion... That dude's a weird one... I literally have no idea what he was doing or why he walked away. That aside though, Trixer's in for a trip to the warzone as he steps up against me... Although I am a little disappointed with how his match's finish last week was handled...
It already seems to me, off the record of course, that ACW seems a bit un-organized and I'm worried about the future of the actual wrestling in this company. I mean, last week everyone was jumping all around while the main draws, the matches, were short and seemed thrown together if nothing else...
The crowd stays quiet as King stops Garland before he goes too far, looking to wrap this interview up quickly before someone gets into trouble.
Charlotte King - So, all that aside, where do you think we'll see "The Badger" go from here?
The crowd begins to cheer once again for Robert Garland as he remains with his face hovering over the microphone with a confident look on his face and his pet still analyzing the scene before Garland's personality seems to shift without warning.
Robert Garland - Like I said before... I will become ACW's top tier and I am already working on a way to do just that!
I will bring the war to the warzone in that very ring, I will become ACW's artist, painting the canvas of the arena in the blood of my opponents with the roar of the crowd taking away any and all doubt or exhaustion I may run into!
Last week I lost to a man I still respect very much, but in my future, don't expect too many times when you see me on my back receiving that 1...2...3!
I entered this company with nothing but my furry friend, but ever since last week, I've gotten to know a new batch of friends here in the back. A group of people who's ideas have inspired me to take part and help ACW remember it's ties to the Wrestling in Alpha Championship Wrestling!
And as for my match up tonight...
Alex Trixer, remember this as you stand in that ring waiting to meet me face to face... Remember that I am Robert Garland...
I AM TRUE HARDCORE! [/i][/color] With that, Garland walks off into the distance, the crowd still cheering lightly, heading out towards the arena and leaving Charlotte King to recover herself before turning to segment away to a commercial break...[/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2010 16:51:06 GMT -5
*We open up backstage where we see only TJ and Joseph Khan both walking backstage behind them is Raj, but they TJ and Joseph don’t notice him.. TJ is wearing red track pants with two white stripes running down each side and a black hoody. Joseph is wearing a black suit with a yellow tie. Raj is wearing a grey hoodie and jeans. They are walking towards the exit of the arena.*The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I’m telling you Joe, with this new guy in charge, I think I could get you a full time job in ACW, you won’t just interview me. Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joseph.Khan I don’t know TJ, I haven’t interviewed in a long time other than the two times I’ve interviewed you. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I’m just saying Joe. You never know, you and Raj could get a lot more money working full time here than just for me when I need you guys. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Whoa, you two talking about me and I’m not around? Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joseph.Khan No we’re talking about the new guy in charge and TJ was saying how me and you could get full time jobs. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Alright! How much? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Dunno, but probably more than I pay you two. Wait, where the hell did you just come from? TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings I told you two to wait for me when you left the locker room and you didn’t so I followed you two. Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joseph.Khan God, we suck at knowing someone is about to jump us. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Speak for yourself, he wasn’t close enough for me to notice. Another few feet and I would clocked him. *TJ looks at Raj and gives him an evil smile. Raj gets a worried look on his face and walks on the other side of Joseph.* TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings So where are we going? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Letting my guest in. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.GingsAnd that is? *As Raj asks this, they reach the exit. Raj opens the door and it hits someone on the other end. The door quickly comes back and Raj catches it and slowly opens the door this time. Whoever it hits backs up, their back to us.* TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings You alright? *The man turns around to see Frank Washington, the former owner of Extreme Championship Federation and former ICW World Heavyweight Champion. Raj’s eyes light up as Joseph stands there. TJ moves past both of them shakes his hand then hugs him.* The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Frank it’s good to see you. I’m glad you came to ACW. Hopefully won’t be for a night. Frank Washington Long time no see Teej, likewise. Looking forward to a good show tonight. Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joseph.Khan Frank, is that really you? Frank Washington The one and only, good to see you, working for TJ now I see. Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joseph.Khan It’s good to see you too. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ So, you ready for one of the best wrestling shows since ECF? Frank Washington Absolutely. I like what I’ve seen on TV, and it should be even better in person. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Locker room is back this way. *The four of them begin to walk towards the locker room when Raj pulls TJ to the side.* TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings T, are you sure you want to bring this guy in to have your back? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ What do you mean? TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings This is the guy who turn his back on his own faction for the guy that was against his entire goals for the start of ECF. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Are you talking about the whole “Devastation Inc. vs The Revolution?” Look, Raj, it’s a different place, different situation. Frank hasn’t wrestled since ECF went down. This could restart Frank’s career and you can’t tell me that wouldn’t be a good thing. *Silence from Raj.* The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Exactly. Now can you ignore the past long enough to enjoy seeing Frank again. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Yea, let’s go. *The scene fades to black as TJ and Raj catch up with Frank and Joseph.*
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2010 16:52:41 GMT -5
Segment: Jefferson won't like these segments, and neither do I, Part 1 (Credit: Freeman) Trace Birmingham segments need no intros, so it starts off with him talking as he regularly does.Trace: I did it! I got a new idea! Greg: What? Trace: I DID IT! Trace runs up excitedly, seemingly not losing any of his excitement after losing his match last week against Dave ShadowGreg: What are you talking about? Trace: You know how I like…was trying to get cheered, and I made that awesome Wikipedia article but STILL people didn’t cheer me? Greg: Yes, and I believe you said you were finally going to take MY advice. Trace: Er…what? Oh, no, that was if I wasn’t booked! I was booked! I even got a world title shot! This is something different! Now I need people to cheer me! Ya know how all those guys like…they wrestle and then they do really good and they win? Well, THAT’S my problem. Greg: Well, after your match last week, I have decided that it might be time the two of us parted ways. Because I feel that this is hopeless Trace: You can’t do that, can you? Didn’t my dad like…say in his dying wish or whatever, that you would help me realize my dreams of becoming a wrestler or something? Greg: Well, yes, but, I believe that were he here--- Trace: But he’s NOT here. He’s dead, remember? So you…like…have to do what he says. So, then, you like…have to do what I say! Greg: You seem to be taking the loss of your father pretty well Trace: Oh, yeah, man. Well, ya know, it’s like…I get to be a wrestler so WHATEVER. But anyways, I TOTALLY would have had Shadow. I mean, like, I would have been world champ right now, BUT the fans weren’t cheering me. THAT’S how the good guys win, and I’m so likeable that of course I’m a good guy! The reason I can’t win is cause the fans give the good guys strength and they weren’t giving me any! That’s why he ended up on top after that really long brutal match! Greg: What match were YOU watching…from what I remember it lasted around ten seconds. Trace: Well…yeah…but…cmon…it’s a Warfare match. They’re shorter… Greg: … Trace: Right, anyways , THE REASON the fans didn’t cheer me wasn’t my lack of a Wikipedia! That was only ONE thing, but I FORGOT THE OTHER THING. Greg: And what would that be. Trace: MERCHANDISE! I NEED MERCHANDISE! I NEED BRACELETS AND ACTION FIGURES AND AUTOBIOGRAPHIES! Greg: …what…? Trace: Yeah, but that stuff is too hard. BUT, I found online this T-shirt maker thing, and I ordered it. SO THEY FINALLY SENT ME MY T-SHIRT, AND I PRESENT TO YOU…THE FIRST EVER PIECE OF TRACE BIRMINGHAM MERCHANDISE….!!!! And he pulls out the shirtTrace: TADA!!!!! Greg: …Not very creative, is it? Trace: Well…I mean…I did it kinda quickly and all but I think it’s really good! Look, it’s got my name on it! And I got one in black too with white writing! Ya know, cause some people like that dark stuff. Greg: And how many have you gotten? Trace: Oh man, like a hundred! Greg: A HUNDRED?! Trace: Well…maybe…maybe some more. I’m gonna start selling them! How do I sign stuff up for the ACW website! Greg: The COMPANY makes the merchandise, not the superstar! Trace: Oh, really? Well, cool! I’m like…ahead of the game! So I’ll just mail this stuff to them then. But I figured Id give some out tonight ! To spread interest! THIS IS IT GREG! THIS IS THE ONE! I’M GOING TO THE TOP! Greg: So I’ve heard… Trace: And I’ve got that Andrew Williams guy tonight. I’ve never even heard of him! This is gonna be easy! Man, I knew I’d finally figure it out! Say hello to TRACE BIRMINGHAM…FUTURE CHAMPION. And then he leaves, as the segment fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2010 16:53:47 GMT -5
D E C L I N E D [/center][/color] a segment in retrospect credit: Rena Monday, January 11 13:37 The scene begins in a quiet coffee shop downtown Los Angeles. As we become adjusted to the soft murmur of the various patrons inside the establishment, we find Rena sitting alone. Sipping her fat-free mochaccino latte, she is found browsing the business section of the Los Angeles Times, bitting the bottom of her lip as she places her cup on the glass table.
It was abnormally cold day for a Los Angeles winter. Rena, used to New York winters, was glad she only had to put on a light sweater to warm up from this 'freezing' day. a barista swept by and grabbed the leather folder that Rena had found her check and slipped her ACW credit card in. After a few more sips, she closed up the paper and began to fiddle with things inside her purse.BARISTA: Umm, excuse me. Miss Matheson? Rena looked up and smiled at the girl that was standing nervously beside her.RENA:Hi. The girls bit her lip.BARISTA: I'm sorry, but your card has been declined. RENA:Declined? *laughs* I don't think so. BARISTA: I'm sorry, Miss Matheson. I swiped it and it said the card was declined. RENA:That's a company card. There's no way that the card could have been denied. BARISTA: I'm sorry. Do you have any other cards that we can- RENA:Try it again. BARISTA: I swiped it many times, Miss- RENA:Well swipe it another time! BARISTA: Miss Matheson, I can keep swiping that card and the same word is going to keep printing out on the receipt. Now if you give me another card- RENA:*sighs* I have cash. BARISTA: Great! RENA:Here you go. Keep the change. BARISTA: thank you so much! Rena had given her fifty dollars for her twenty dollar latte. Rena grabbed her purse and began to walk out of the store. As she left the building, she grabbed her iphone out of her purse and dailed a number.RENA:Hey, Anna? Is Aiden home? No, it's okay. I just wanted to know if he still had that e-mail from the new chairman. He does? Great, can you go to it and give me his number? Thanks. Yeah, I can wait. Rena shook her head as she leaned again the brick walls of the building behind her.RENA:Yeah I'm here. Okay. Okay. Yup. Perfect, Thanks. I have to set up an appointment with our new leader. I'll tell you later. Bye sweetie! [fade]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2010 16:54:15 GMT -5
Match 1: Robert Garland Vs. Alex Trixer (Credit: Panther)
As we come back from a commercial Trixer is already in the ring. Garland heads out the back as he looks upon the crowd while raising his arms high into the air, absorbing the energy as he pumps his fists to his entrance music while heading down the ramp. He proceeds in a very energetic way to the ring where he grabs the ropes and pulls himself onto the apron looking down the entrance way as if threatening his opponent to step out of the back.
Garland stays for a moment before entering the ring and once again looking out at the crowd. He simply heads to the nearest corner, pulling himself up as he once again tries to get the crowd behind him, no matter how they currently feel about his decisions in and out of the ring. At this point his music cuts while he checks his wrists and removes his beanie, throwing outside the ring.
Maxwell: Garland is trying to avenge a loss last week to "The soul of Philly" TJ.
Edison: And Trixer is looking to avenge many many losses!
DING DING DING!
Badger calls for a lockup and Trixer complies, the two entering a test of strength. Trixer goes for a monkey flip but Garland flips right over onto his feet, spins and knees Trixer straight in the jaw. Garland covers and gets one. Garland lets Trixer back up and starts to trade punches. After each of them gets in about three punches Trixer grabs one of Badgers punches, only for Badger to grab Trixers arm and spins it into a hammer lock. Badger runs toward the corner, smashing Trixer into it. He then turns and throws Alex away. Trixer turns to run back at Garland but it surprised by an out of nowhere t-bone suplex!
Edison: Huge exploder suplex!
Garland holds onto the t-bone to get another two count. Garland stands, now smiling. Garland starts to lift Trixer up in a headlock but is pushed off into the ropes and on the rebound Trixer hits Garland with a spinning elbow followed by a jumping elbow. Trixer stays on for a one count. Alex carries on with the assault by jumping up and dropping a second elbow before hopping up again, running at the ropes and on the rebound body splashing Trixer. Trixer lifts up Garland, pushes him to the ropes and goes for an irish whip, but Garland reverses it into an irish whip of his own. On the rebound Robert boots Trixer in the gut and plants him with a big firemans carry, echoing around the small arena. Garland then grabs Trixer and throws him so he is sitting down in the corner.
Edison: Trixer could be done soon.
Garland walks to the opposite corner, claps his hands above his head and then charges across the ring, hitting Trixer with The Bite of The Badger (Running senton dropkick to seated opponent). Trixers head snaps back into the turnbuckle, smashing off the middle turnbuckle. Alex rolls around holding the back of his head to Garlands amusement. Badger grabs Alex and lifts him up by the hair, looking to finish soon. Badger throws Alex back into the corner and starts chopping him: 1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9..Garland fakes the last chop and instead hits the Brain Damage! (Roundhouse kick to the head), causing Trixer to go limp and stumble out. Badger runs at the ropes and on the return sucker punches Trixer in the jaw. He bounces off the opposite ropes and knees Trixer straight in the ribs before hooking his leg and drilling Trixer face first into the mat with a cradle DDT! Trixer blacks out, a small trickle of blood coming out of his nose. Badger takes a few seconds to grin while sitting next to Alex before pinning him for the three.
Winner: Robert "Badger" Garland!
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Fitzy and Kalb are at it again. Chris Phenomenal and Senator
The scene opens up backstage as Senator, Chris Phenomenal, Anthony Kalb and Kevin Fitsharris are gathered together in the make shift offices of the Senator, also known as the small cafeteria in the back. Senator has his laptop in front of him and is busy trying to configure his “rocket stick” to no avail.
Senator: Once again, placed in an intolerable situation! I already dislike this Hawthorne character, and I have not yet even met the man, face to face. Most certainly, he could award me the benefit of a personal meeting before throwing my old contract out the window. Oh, he shall pay for that...and speaking of annoyances, while I am quite glad that this time, there is a place I can connect with the internet in this dank cavern of a venue, it would be quite gratifying if I could actually make it work on this blasted computer!
Fitsharris: Uh, boss, maybe if you just click the green button.
Kalb: What do you know about these things Kevin. You have problems setting up Rockband let alone something as delicate as this.
The two begin bickering back in forth until it eventually reaches a heated level.
Kalb: Well, who powdered your bottom after you…
Fitsharris: We swore never to speak of that…
The noise and kerfuffle having reached a fervent pitch, interrupting any possibility of work Senator stands up and looks at the both of them.
Senator: It seems to me as if both of you are wrong, and are rather disturbing at that. I am merely having trouble getting through one of these ports and…
Chris Phenomenal: Got it.
Not the sharpest knife in the drawer, the pronouncement by Phenomenal and the evidence as shown by the ACW Homepage staring Chris in the face draws the attention of all three men as he continues on.
Chris Phenomenal: Wrestler of the Month Dave Shadow, what type of shit is this. I mean the man got laid on by fuckin’ VorteX last week.
Looking at the computer Senator sits down in his chair and navigates away from the ACW page to National Review Online, amongst several other political pages opened in separate windows. As it loads he turns and looks at Chris, a smile on his face.
Senator: Well done Mr. Phenomenal. May I ask what you did? I fear however, that the answer shall shame me for its simplicity.
Chris Phenomenal: I don’t know, I just flipped a switch on the side of whatever it was called and everything started working.
Fitsharris: See, I said flip the switch but did…
Kalb: Like hell you did, Fitsy, you were nattering about some green button.
Fitsharris: No, less than a minute ago I said to Senator that he should…
Kalb: You lie!
Fitsharris: Hey, if I were to imitate the boss, I'd...
Kalb: Oh, now you think you're a jokester...
The two continue on as Senator turns back to Chris shaking his head.
Senator: Invaluable that they are to my operations around these parts, I must admit the two of them are utter imbeciles, 99 percent of the time.
Chris Phenomenal: For me it’s a two in one deal, they can be your bitch and your comedian.
Hearing their name associated with the title bitch, both Kalb and Fitsharris turn and look at CP before extolling simultaneously.
Kalb and Fitsharris: Hey!
Chris Phenomenal: Nothing meant by it. It’s just too bad neither of you had a bit more color, would have saved me a few dollars?
Kalb and Fitsharris look at each other before up from behind them sneaks BK London as Chris Phenomenal looks on.
BK London: Hey guys!
Kalb and Fitsharris turn around and upon spying London, Fitsharris immediately jumps back, ducking behind the table, also utilizing the cover of a laughing Senator and a nearing hysterics Chris Phenomenal. For his part, Kalb simply scratches his head, confused at the commotion.
Kalb: What’s going on?
Chris Phenomenal: Did you see how high he fuckin’ jumped
Senator: At the very minimum, two feet. I never expected Mr. Fitsharris to have that sort of vertical leaping ability, he certainly never gave any indication on that skill in the past. It is a shame he never used that ability in the ring or we may still have the now defunct tag team titles on our side.
Kalb and Fitsharris still look at each other confused, even more so as Chris extends his hand towards BK London who takes it and the two shake before Chris turns back toward The Capitalists.
Chris Phenomenal: Boys, I’d like to introduce you to BK London.
Kalb: I thought you were going to kick his ass, it was all you could talk about last week! Besides, I think we know who BK is...
Fitsharris: And now you’re shaking his hands. What is this?
Fitsharris looks at Senator for answers but he defers to Chris.
Chris Phenomenal: It’s not really BK, he’s one of those second bit actors lookin’ for some exposure so I figured, who better than us to give him his chance at a big break.
Fitsharris: But? What?
Kalb: I don’t understand.
Chris Phenomenal: Come on guys, even I’m not that thick in the head
Kalb and Fitsharris pause for a moment, racking their brains but still no plausible solution comes to head.
Chris Phenomenal: Look, what we’re going to do is later tonight, after my match I’m going to make like the hero. I’ve got Dave so surely something is going to happen but never the less I’m going to walk out their or if worst comes to worse you guys will drag me out and I’m going to call out “BK London.” He’s going to wait, and wait until finally I come and “take the fight to him” in the back here and then I’ll stand over top of him. A wounded, battered and quite possibly bloodied Chris Phenomenal having knocked off the legend that is BK London.
Kalb and Fitsharris: OHH!!!
The drawn out sound draws a smile to Chris’ face.
Fitsharris: This is likely your best plan yet.
Kalb: Yes, a lot better than clicking the green button.
Fitsharris: I never said green button, I said to flip the switch.
Kalb: I’m sure you didn’t, you are worse than that doofus, Blagojevich.
Fitsharris: I’m not sure whether to be offended more by the insult or that you seem to have a better memory for what I do than I.
Chris just shakes his head and walks over towards “BK London”, the words of Fitsharris and Kalb now stringing together making them indecipherable as Chris looks “BK” in the eye.
Chris Phenomenal: I’ll see you later, and remember. Sell it like you’ve been shot.
“BK London”: Got it.
As the two continue back and forth Senator reaches into his briefcase and pulls out a pair of earplugs and turns back to his laptop, a spreadsheet now open as Chris leaves the company of a leaving “BK” and pulls a second table up to the first and lays down on top watching Fitsharris and Kalb go back and forth, the occasional chuckle coming from his lips as the scene fades out to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2010 16:54:59 GMT -5
Title: Crime And Punishment Credit: Trent Wheeler
The parking area of the arena where Warfare is taking place at is shown. Expensive cars, all with nice paint jobs are abundant. A small, white, beat-up Monte Carlo pulls into a space. Out steps the driver, Trent Wheeler, holding his ACW Entertainment Title and luggage bag, and then Ryan Stark. Wheeler looks at the car for a moment, then slams the door.
Trent Wheeler Criminal...
Ryan Stark Ahh Trenty don't worry yourself over Criminal. He's a small time wrestler who doesn't belong here. He should be in jail. I mean, can you believe his lack of subtlety? Now if that was me, I would have... Stark recieves a glare from Wheeler and stops his sentence. Hey hey, I gave all that up. Being your manager pays off much more.
Trent Wheeler If you were a good one you would have had all my things in safe keeping. Criminal stole not one, but two of my cars. You know, I just got the second one to celebrate winning the title. Now, it's all gone, and we have to rent this piece of junk!
Ryan Stark It's not that bad Trenty. I've had worst. But listen, about this Criminal guy, I could have the Wolves take care of him for you.
Trent Wheeler Forget it Stark! I'm above that, you know that.
Ryan Stark All I'm saying is, one phone call, and he won't trouble us any more.
Trent Wheeler No Rai. I'm taking care of this in the ring. Tonight, it'll destroy him.
Ryan Stark Oh...I know you told me that you wanted to face him tonight, but you’re defending your title against Mr. Red...
Trent Wheeler What!? You the hell is Mr. Red?
Ryan Stark He's the first three time Entertainment Champion.
Trent Wheeler Great. I won't be able to get my hands on Criminal tonight. This Mr. Red is a waste of my time! Let's go Rai. I wanna get this over with.
Wheeler walks towards the building. Stark follows behind him, shaking his head. Fade
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2010 16:55:37 GMT -5
Prove Your Worth…Again [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] As he strolls the backstage halls of the ACW arena, Vortex also whistles a little tune. As far as his ACW career goes, he could not be happier at the moment. There was one thing missing from his happiness though, and in order to fulfil this need, Vortex would need to meet with the new chairman. Vortex does not hesitate to push open the chairman’s door and…Hawthorne: I expect my wrestlers to knock before entering. The tone of the chairman’s voice matched the letter he sent to describe himself. As the chairman turns and faces Vortex, his eyes are cold, calculating, and all about business. Once again, there is the impression of him being far older than his physical years.Vortex: Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning! Vortex smiles as he says these sarcastic words, and then sits in one of the chairs across from the chairman.Hawthorne:I would appreciate it if you could vacate my chair. Vortex: …What? Hawthorne: Must I be blunt? Very well. Get OUT of my chair…NOW. Hawthorne’s voice booms throughout the office, and Vortex decides to comply with his orders. If this were Gingerdude, Vortex would have laughed the command off…however; he definitely did not want to piss Hawthorne off before he had a chance to ask what he needed to ask.Hawthorne: That is better. Now, what is your name? Vortex stands staring at the chairman a little shocked at this question. Hawthorne: ...I see. We need to find you a name. Vortex: Woah, woah! Have you no idea who I am? I happen to be the form—Hawthorne: That is right, former. I see no gold now, Vortex. Vortex quickly realizes the chairman knows exactly who he is. Vortex’s features change from a look of exasperation to one of concentration. The chairman likes mindgames.Hawthorne: You have no formality, no dignity, and no honor. You have many claims indeed, however you have not an ounce of gold to back up your claims. Again, Vortex finds himself at a loss for words, which does not happen very often.Hawthorne: The deer in the headlights look conveys to me that you are not clearly grasping my words. Let me put this in simple terms for you. When you barge into the office of a man that has more power than you do, especially a man who you have never met, you had better be carrying something to interest the man. Barging in and sitting down as you have done is a large claim, and since you wish to make such a claim, I intend to see if you can back it up. Vortex: You want me to prove my worth?Hawthorne: Everyone here is going to have to prove their worth eventually. For cocky jackasses such as you, that time comes sooner rather than later. I am going to take a stab in the dark here, and guess that you want a title shot at the supercard. Vortex shifts his weight a little, as that was exactly what he was after. Vortex: What’s…the catch? Hawthorne: Now you are talking sense. Under normal circumstances, I would place a clause in your contract that if you do not win the title, you are fired. Vortex finds himself fidgeting a bit, which is truly out of character for the man. The chairman smiles, and continues.Hawthorne: Luckily for you, you move merchandise. Barring your actions last week, people normally love you, and thus they buy apparel with your name and image plastered all over it. So the catch is, if you do not win at the supercard, you will not be getting paid for the next two shows following. Vortex’s eyes widen, and a look of anger crosses his features. The chairman sits up, folds his arms, and stares at Vortex.Vortex: You already cut our pay once! Now, you are going to screw me over like this? Hawthorne: You may move product, however if you keep with that tone you will be finding yourself out on the street. I didn’t ‘screw’ you Vortex, you did. By barging in here like an animal, you made the assertion that you can run with the best. Couple the fact that you had a lengthy Entertainment Title reign, I think the punishment is fit for the crime. Vortex: What crime? Hawthorne: Arrogance. I have no problem whatsoever with deserved pride, but arrogance I cannot tolerate in any shape or form. Of course, with the bad comes the good. If you happen to win the match, you will get paid double the champion’s salary for four shows. This way you have an incentive to win, put on a better match, and thus make me more money. If you lose, you will learn a lesson and I will still make money by having you employed, and if you happen to win, you will have indeed turned worthless arrogance into worthwhile pride, just so. Now kindly...get out of my office. Vortex stands there with his mouth agape. The chairmen turns around in his chair as a sign that it is time for Vortex to exit, and Vortex complies. Vortex received his title shot…but at what cost?
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2010 16:56:13 GMT -5
S O L D [/center][/color] a meeting in restrospect credit: Rena Tuesday, January 12 16:23 The elevator popped open and out spilled Rena in a complete rage. She had flown all the way from Los Angeles to Hawthorne's office in New York. As she swung past the busy secretary, who barely managed to look up, she found the name HAWTHORNE written neatly on the door. Rena knocked once, and then let herself in.HAWTHORNE: Miss Matheson, you're early. Please, have a seat. sucking in her cheeks and narrowing her eyes, Rena glided to the comfortable leather chair and sat down, crossing her legs.RENA:I took an earlier flight. Hawthorne looked up and smiled as he closed the folder that was opened in front of him and clasped his hands together.HAWTHORNE: What can I do you for? RENA:The company card. Why is it declined? Hawthorne nodded his head as if he understood why she had called now. He sighed, and leaned back in his chair.HAWTHORNE: Miss Matheson, when I bought Alpha Championship Wrestling, I acquired all rights and services connected to the company. In the sale of the company, the stocks were all completely sold to me. RENA:What are you saying? HAWTHORNE: What I'm trying to say is that you no longer have stocks in this company. And since you no longer have stocks, you've been cut off from company privileges. We're living in an economic mudslide, Miss Matheson. We can't just spend money wherever we please. We have to be smart. RENA:Ginger sold my stocks to you? HAWTHORNE: Well technically it was never your stocks to begin with. You see, Gingerdude was horrible at paperwork and never actually completely a contract for the sale of stocks to you. RENA:That asshole. HAWTHORNE: There is an upside to his little mistake, though. In the sale, Gingerdude made sure that you were given compensation for the loss of your stocks. You were wired the money not too long ago. RENA:That was the money from the sale? I just thought that was a Christmas bonus. HAWTHORNE: *laughs* Miss Matheson, we will not be doing Christmas bonuses this year, nor will we in the future. Perhaps you haven't been around long enough recently to understand the financial turmoil ACW is currently in. RENA:My stocks were worth more than that, I assure you. HAWTHORNE: The company was basically worth nothing by the time I purchased it. You were given a good deal, I promise you that. RENA:So now I have no company perks. HAWTHORNE: And a significant paycut, as well. I'm really sorry to have to tell you this, but we all must be smart during these times. I hope you brought those forms signed and dated for me. RENA:The ones attached on the e-mail? Hawthorne nodded.RENA:You can shove those papers up yours ass. HAWTHORNE: Cursing at me in my own office will not be tolerated, Miss Matheson. I will have security called on you. RENA:Don't bother. I'm leaving. HAWTHORNE: Well it was nice to meet you, Rena. Hawthorne rose with Rena and extended a hand towards her. She only looked at it and continue to move to the door.HAWTHORNE: I'm looking forward to see you tomorrow night at the show. RENA:Yeah, we'll see about that. HAWTHORNE: contractual obligation, Miss Matheson. RENA:I'm going to find my contract and then shove it up your pee hole tomorrow, okay? HAWTHORNE: That's enough, Miss Matheson. Please leave. Rena smiled and left the office, slamming the door as Hawthorne cleared his throat and fixed his tie before settling down in his chair again.[fade][/quote]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2010 16:56:44 GMT -5
A Miraculous Return to a Savage Land (Credit: Flamingo)
As the cameras cut backstage, the fans roar at the arrival of Mickey Flamingo as he makes his way down the backstage hallways. Dressed in a solid white suit with a hot pink tie, its easy to see that time has been much more kind to Mickey than it had been to ACW since the two parted ways. Despite it not being as glamorous as it once was, a smile spread across the elder Flamingo's face as a wave of memories hit him at full force. One of those waves came in the form of the fluffy headed ACW interviewers who doubled as his partner in crime, Kevin Anderson. The two met with a big hug, a bit unusual for the typically smarmy Anderson but this was a man he plotted and schemed with way back.
Mickey Flamingo: Kevin Anderson! How the hell are yew, boy!?
Kevin “the Internet” Anderson: Mickey, I'm not bad at all!
Mickey Flamingo: And yer, Mama?
Kevin “the Internet” Anderson: Well, she's got kidney stones but we've all been there, right? Say, Mick, I've gotta say, this is pretty fantastic! Me, you, and Addie? Its like the band just got back together!
The big smiling reunion died at the very mention of Mickey's nephew. With a very stern look on his face, so stern that it caused Kevin to become instantly uncomfortable, Mickey grabbed Anderson by his shoulders.
Mickey Flamingo: I wouldn't say that, Kevin. Yew see, we both know Addie has done some crazy stuff in the past and we were crazy nuff ta folla his ass. Yeah, we had some good times, but this is different. Yew see, when Addie was going to come back to AC-dubya all those months ago, all he could talk about was how he was going to fix everything he did wrong. He kept talkin bout how he was going to apologize to Gingerdude and BK both and to thank them for straightenin him out... but there was somethin more going on, Kev. I could see it in his eyes as he talked ta me... they was black, Kev. There wasn't an emotion there anymore, that fire that used to burn behind them was gone. Despite what the internet reports say, the Doctors weren't the ones who pulled the plug on Addie's return... I was.
A flabbergasted Kevin wasn't able to answer for a beat.
Kevin “the Internet” Anderson: What're you saying, Mickey?
Mickey Flamingo: I'm sayin that the Addie you and I knew and love, he ain't thar no more. In his place is some sort of animal and I'm gunna make sure that this new Owner does tha right thing and releases him from his contract and sends him to someone who can get him some help before anyone else gets hurt. Now I should get going before this new big shot gets another visitor in his office.
Kevin “the Internet” Anderson: Wait... what should I... er... we do in the mean time?
Mickey Flamingo: If you see Addie coming, Kevin... you best move in the opposite direction. Be safe, kid.
Mickey patted his old friend on the shoulder with a look of sorrow in his eye as he turned and made his way down the hallway and towards the new Owner's office. An unsettled Kevin turns the opposite direction, only to come face to face with Adrian Flamingo. Immediately, Kevin turned but Adrian grabbed him before he got too far.
Adrian Flamingo: Whoa! Where to, Kev?
Kevin “the Internet” Anderson: No... nowhere, Adrian.
Adrian Flamingo: What, no welcome back to your old best friend?
Kevin “the Internet” Anderson: Wel...welcome back, Adrian.
Adrian Flamingo: Aw, thank you, Kevin. For some reason, not many people are happy to have me back here. You know, since we lost the big, old ACW Arena and we're now touring these smaller ones, we've all had to sacrifice some of our luxuries. For instance, we all share a locker room back here and you'd think that, in a room full of other people on the roster, somebody would have the courtesy to welcome me home... but nope. As soon as I enter a room, almost everyone walks out. Now I've tried to be nice. I try to smile, but I don't smile too much, and I try to shake everyone's hands but you know what happens? They look at me like they're looking at a monster and they run away. I guess nothing I ever do is worth a damn! It seems like, no matter what I do...
Almost speaking in trance, Adrian pulled a fork out of his denim jacket pocket and started rubbing the top of the prongs with his free hand in front of Kevin's face while his other hand had a firm grasp on Kevin's coat to keep him from leaving.
Adrian Flamingo: no one seems to care about Adrian Flamingo.
Kevin “the Internet” Anderson: Wha... what's that, Adrian?
Adrian Flamingo: This? Oh, this is nothing, Kevin... just a fork. Well, to the untrained eye its just a fork, but to me... its protection. Let me tell you a little story, Kevin, come, sit close to me, Kevin.
Adrian sat on the floor and pulled Kevin down next to him. With his fork still in hand, Adrian started petting Kevin's cheek with the dull side of it.
Adrian Flamingo: When I was a kid, my parents sent me and my big sister to boarding school to... broaden our minds. Now, I hate cafeterias with a passion. I don't like somebody telling me where to sit or what to eat, I'LL decide that, ya know? Well, in my first year, there was this big kid, this big, snotty rich kid with a big nose that I just wanted to bash in because everyday he'd come to the table where I sat and he'd take my roll away. A growing boy needs his rolls, Kevin, and I'm sure you know this. Now I never told him to stop because he'd probably kick the crap outta me, so I had to teach him a lesson. One day, he came up to where I was sitting, and stuck out his big, greasy, fat hand to take my roll away and grabbed the closest thing to my hand and I STABBED the palm of his hand with all the strength I could muster! Unfortunately for him, it was a little... white... plastic fork. You wanna know what the beauty of a plastic fork is, Kev? Well, when you stick it in something and twist the handle... those little, white prongs SNAP off!
Adrian smirked before sliding the fork into Kevin's mouth, making sure to press the sharp prongs against the inside of his cheek.
Adrian Flamingo: Well, the kid had to go to the hospital to get the pieces of plastic out of his hand and I got beat with a paddle by the headmaster... but that fat son of a bitch didn't steal my roll away from me ever again. Now, I've upgraded to a metal fork because, well, when the prongs break off on a plastic fork... you're defenseless. Now? All I have to do is sharpen this every day.
Adrian slid the fork out of Kevin's mouth and stuck it back into his pocket. A wide-eyed, uncomfortable Kevin tried to press on and turn this into an interview.
Kevin “the Internet” Anderson: That was a great story, Adrian, but shouldn't you be preparing for your match against Jonny Spade?
Adrian Flamingo: Heh, Jonny and I are going to take a walk down memory lane tonight, but he's just another brick in the wall, Kev. He's small potatoes and I got a big old plate of revenge to look forward to tonight. YOU HEAR ME?! I WARNED YOU LAST WEEK... but you still showed up. Tonight, is the beginning of a very long, hard road for you to walk on... and you're going to remember every single drop of blood you stole from my body! Its coming, friend!
Flamingo stood up and stormed off camera, visibly upset at the person he's been calling out for two weeks now. As the camera faded to black, Kevin still sat on the floor, shell shocked by the events that just took place. Would he finally reveal who it is tonight?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2010 16:57:21 GMT -5
Segment: Jefferson won't like these segments, and neither do I, Part 2 (Credit: Freeman)
Greg's cellphone rings and he answers it, wondering who it is. Trace: HOW’D HE KNOW?!!
Greg: What?
Trace: I WAS WATCHING DAVE SHADOW’s PROMO LAST WEEK! HE CALLED ME…TRANCE ARMSTRONG…!
Greg: What?
Trace: Don’t you get it?! TRANCE ARMSTRONG IS MY REAL NAME!
Greg: But…your name is---
Trace: NO, I mean Trance Armstrong is TRACE BIRMINGHAM’s real name.
Greg: You…have an alias for your…alias?
Trace: YES! Because Trace Birmingham is a wrestler and all wrestlers have real names…
Greg: Yes…and yours is…
Trace: NO! NO! TRANCE ARMSTRONG IS TRACE BIRMINGHAM’S NAME…and how does Dave Shadow know it? Do you think he’s spying on me? Or…like…do you think…COULD HE BE TAPPING MY PHONES? I dunno, this is SERIOUS man. Dave has it in for me! I know it! He’s mad because he knows I AM HIS BIGGEST COMPETITION! THAT I’M GONNA BE BIG ONE DAY AND WIN HIS TITLE. Oh man, who knows what’s next…he might know---
Greg simply sighs and shakes his head, putting the cellphone down and ignoring it. Trace continues talking regardless, but Greg at least can no longer hear it. He has to find a way out of this partnership…because his reputation is sinking fast. Among managers he’s going from respectable to a joke…He needs to get Trace out of his contract.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2010 16:58:07 GMT -5
“GIVE ME YOUR KINGS, LET ME SQUEEZE THEM IN MY HANDS” Credit: Rena, Thunderkiss [Uncertainly and unfamiliarity veils this place like a thick morning fog. For over five years Alpha Championship Wrestling has thrived on stability as it dominated and conquered all other competition. Like a cliff against the side of the ocean it has remained strong against the waves of chaos that beat against it, but even the most solid rock will weaken over time. A bad economy paired with bad decisions have drove ownership out of the hands of its legendary owner, Jonathon Gingerdude, and have put them in those of a relative unknown. All those who depend on this company to provide for them are now walking on pins and needles - almost. There is a small faction who is reveling in the moment. A faction that has longed for this day and now that it is here savors its like a fine wine. A faction that has just arrived to tonight’s proceedings in a stretch limo. In a time when money is scarce, the sight of this limousine pulling up to the back of the arena draws contempt from all who see it, exactly it’s purpose. Their entire lives it has been their modus operandi to stir up envy and judging by their reputations, they do a damn good job. Who is it that I speak of? The answer lies in a camera shot that zooms in as the occupants of the limo free themselves from its confines.] Thunderkiss: Please, hold your autograph requests until the end of the show.Rena Matheson: Watch your hands, boys ... keep them above your waist. [Certainly an arrival so grand in fashion would most garner the attention of a one Kevin Anderson and he doesn’t fail to disappoint. Known far and wide as the “internet” for his journalistic approach, he might as well be known as “cockroach” as far as TK and Rena are concerned. For like a pest he both repulses and annoys them.] Kevin Anderson: Rena! TK! Thunderkiss: Before you start flapping your gums I have a question for you, “internet.” Are you going to have to change your nickname considering this place doesn’t have the cash to pays its internet bill anymore? *laughing* Kevin “The Library” Anderson does have a nice ring to it.Kevin Anderson: I glad to say that my moniker is safely intact, TK, though frugality is the law of the land these days. I mean, I never thought I’d live to see the day the great Thunderkiss car pooling with Rena Matheson. Thunderkiss: Well, what do you know, Rena, after all these years, young Mr. Anderson has finally grown a backbone.Rena: Our little Anderson, all grown up and trying to take on the world. Thunderkiss: Should I snap it now or wait until later?!Rena: What do you think, little Kevin? We haven't even stepped one foot into this disgusting arena, and you're already insinuating that Thunderkiss and I must be having a little bit too much fun in that limo. Now if I were the judge of this situation, I would let Thunderkiss snap you to bits. Kevin Anderson: I meant nothing by my - Thunderkiss *interrupting*: Why, can’t two good friends share a limo together without sexual deviants like yourself making it into a big deal? Spare us your sexual fantasies, Anderson. I mean, I am a married man for fuck’s sake.Kevin Anderson: That’s never stopped you before.Thunderkiss: What was that?!Kevin Anderson: I said watch out for that door. It’s pretty low and I don’t want you to bump your head. Rena: Come on, Aiden. It’s cold back here. Plus, I heard there's a tad more civilization inside the building. Not out here where the rats come to play. Thunderkiss: Well next time how about you wear a coat or something instead of worrying about how your outfit matches. Women, I swear.[Thunderkiss turns his back on Kevin as if he didn’t even exists and heads towards his locker room for the evening. This prompts Kevin to pull out all the stops to deliver a scoop of epic proportions. For the past few weeks there has been one question on everyone’s minds and risking both life and limb Kevin plans to get the answer straight from the horse’s mouth.] Kevin Anderson: Before you go about your business just one question, please. I promise to make this quick. Come on, TK. You owe me at least one over the years. Thunderkiss: What do you think, Rena? Should I answer his question?Rena: I don't see why not. Our little Kevin has been so kind and warm to us. Thunderkiss: Seems like it’s your lucky night, Anderson. You got thirty seconds! “And not a second more. Man, this Rolex that Anna gave me for Christmas is terrific. Not only is does it say “holy shit TK, you are a most powerful and influential man,” but it is also practical! I’d bet Adrian Flamingo doesn’t have a Rolex.” Kevin Anderson: Are you planning on reopening the Saints of Los Angeles? All signs point to this happening. Property of SLA being pulled off the market, a rumored television deal and the trademark of SLA inspired names, all these confirmed facts lead me to another question, what does that mean for your future here in ACW? Thunderkiss: *I* am not opening any wrestling federation, Anderson. I am contracted by Alpha Championship Wrestling to come to these small venues and tarnish my legacy. Do you really think I want to get sued?Kevin Anderson: So that would be a no? Rena: What do you think? [Rena grabs onto Thunderkiss' arm, prompting him to say no more. They both turn, Rena gives Kevin a cold look, as the two finally leave Kevin in the dust. All the while the camera’s stay focused on Kevin who waits patiently for TK to vanish deep into the corridors of the arena.] Kevin Anderson: I think we’re all in trouble, that’s what I think. [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2010 16:58:42 GMT -5
Don’t you know who I am? (Mr. Red)
The camera fades in to see Mr. Red arriving at the arena in a fancy red remodelled and sharp looking 1968 Dodge Charger. He finds an open parking spot and slides right in. He hops out and heads for the entrance. He is greeted at the door by Charlotte King.
Charlotte: Red, if I may have a moment of your time, I would like to ask you some questions.
Mr. Red: A moment of my time? You're asking for a moment of my time? I am an unemployed free agent. Looks like I have plenty of time, don't I?
Charlotte's face turned red at the thought of offending Mr. Red.
Charlotte: I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. Don't take it the wrong way.
Red: How do you want it to sound? Tell me. Look at who you are talking to. I am the new and improved Mr. Red. You address me with some respect. You don't ask me those stupid ass questions.
Charlotte: I'm just asking you the questions that the fans want to know.
Red: These fans don't know what they want. They change their minds faster than you change men.
Charlotte glared up at him from his last statement.
Red: What are you staring at? Eye for an eye. We are even.
Charlotte: Fine. So now, what are your thoughts on your Entertainment championship match later tonight?
Red: My thoughts? I am ACW's only 3 time Entertainment champion, soon to be 4 time. I am going to go out there tonight and show these people just who exactly Mr. Red is. I am going to show this blind ass management staff the mistake they made by not resigning me.
Charlotte: Are you worried about what could happen if you don't win the match tonight?
Red: You doubt me too? You don't believe in Mr. Red? You also think I deserve to be a free agent? Let me tell you something.
He flexed up and glared down angrily at the petite interviewer.
Red: I am THE Mr. Red. I WILL win my match tonight. I WILL prove to you that Mr. Red is a brand new wrestler. Mr. Red has a new found dedication. Mr. Red has revitalized spirit. Last and most importantly, Mr. Red WILL be your ....new...Entertainment....Champion.
Mr. Red turn to storm away from the interviewer to find a figure standing and watching the interview with apparent interest. Red's look turn quizzical as he looks at Spade. Jonny is standing there as he did last week and just staring at Red.
Mr. Red starts down a corridor while keeping his eye glued to Jonny Spade. Red turns and disappears as the camera fades out.
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