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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2010 16:59:16 GMT -5
Match 2: Andrew Williams vs. Trace Birmingham (Credit: Freeman)
The match begins with Andrew Williams offering for a hand shake. Trace grabs his hand but then yanks him forward and gets behind him for a rollup! He gets a two count before Andrew Williams kicks out. Trace is still sitting down, seemingly stunned he managed to get to two, but before he can do much more, Williams kicks him hard with a Fuschicho Kick! The kick is stiff, and the crowd lets out a loud “ohhh” as Williams goes down for the cover, and the easy victory.
Phillip: Here is your winner, Andrew Williams!
Williams has his hand raised, but isn’t too happy about the non-competitive nature of that match. Trace, for his part, remains on the ground…completely unconscious.
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Segment: Thiago Arrives! (Credit: Thiago Gracie)
***Note: This interview was taken from the old ACW archives, and was conducted in December of 2009***
The scene opens in the Dwight Gym, with two chairs set up in the ring, and (now former) ACW Head Trainer, "Textbook" Tim Dwight takes up one of them, while Thiago Gracie occupies the latter.
Dwight: I'm sitting here with former MMA, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and Submission Grappling expert, Thiago Gracie, who has just signed a contract with Alpha Championship Wrestling. Thiago, it's great to have you here in the ACW Arena!
Gracie: It is good to be here.
Dwight: You have quite a bit of experience in other arenas, runner up in the 2007 ADCC Absolute Division, winner in your weight class at the '05 Mundials, a spotless MMA record of 4-0, so why give all that up to go into pro wrestling? I mean, I came from amateur wrestling back in my day, still do some work in that field, but what led me to go into pro wrestling was the lack of competition outside of college. You don't have that, so what drew you here?
Gracie: I want to be the best, I want to show the dominance of Gracie Jiu-Jitsu for the world, and I want to prove my armbar is invincible!
Dwight: As a fan of your previous work, I can safely say that your armbar is quite a powerful tool, you won all four of your MMA fights with it, you are undeniably a world class grappler in your field, why do you think it needs to be proved here?
Gracie: The wrestlers, they do not respect the armbar, but they will.
Dwight: Ok...so, how do you think you will adapt to the different ruleset that we have here? Pro wrestling, of course, has many more variables...
Gracie: With my armbar!
Dwight: A rather simple approach, but you have made it work for you before, so...
Gracie: I will make all of ACW respect Gracie Jiu-Jitsu, they will respect my a-
Dwight: Yeah, I know, your armbar, I get it, so, I have a few more questions, on Fallout, Dangerous Nicholas Alger, a longtime MMA fighter made a successful transition into wrestling, despite an awkward start, do you...
Gracie: That wussy man is a nobody! He would lose to my armbar in seconds! If I have fight dirty fighters like Alger, I have no reason to being here! I am Thiago Gracie, I am son of the great Gracie family, I am finest fighter in world! My armbar is best move in fighting! I have nothing I say to you any longer!
Gracie upends his chair and starts to walk away. Tim Dwight, who at this point, has been beyond annoyed, stiffles his frustration, and taps Gracie on the shoulder, extending a hand.
Dwight: Thank you for the interview, and I look forward to...
Gracie: ACW is going to fear Gracie, is going to fear Jiu-Jitsu, is going to fear ARMBAR!
And with that rather inarticulate sentance, Thiago Gracie jumps over the ropes to the floor, and walks out of the room, while Tim Dwight turns to the camera.
Dwight: And that, right there, is a good example of why Chairman Ginger pays me the salary that he does!
Fade Out
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2010 17:00:09 GMT -5
Meet Mr. Gray [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] Portland, Oregon. While the city and state have no significance now, they soon will. For this is where the man who calls himself Gray first appeared…and boy did he make an impact. As for why I was in Oregon, I still cannot say. The most I can gather is that I was drawn there for some reason, but the details remain mystery.
It was daytime, although with the rain it may as well have been dusk. The temperature could have not ascended past 40 degrees, and every drop of that rain was felt. The city itself is a maze, of course with all the scenery one would hardly notice. This day, the scenery was draped in deep blues, with shadows looming around every corner. The skyline,—which is usually a sight to behold—was haunting, rolling clouds marching endlessly through the ashen sky.
I had dressed for the weather, blue hoodie, jeans, and a pair of dress boots; however, the cold kept finding a way to penetrate my garment defenses. I did not know the city, so I found a tour bus, thinking it to be the quickest way to remind myself of why I was here in the first place. The fare was cheap, no more than 3 dollars, however the bus driver was a by-the-book fellow…one who takes the payment and points you to the back without so much as a word. As I entered the bus, I found that it was a light travel day, maybe twenty-five passengers in all. The air was thick with scent, whether it was the old woman’s perfume in front, or the smell of various food items picked up along the way by the tourists.
The most peculiar sight was a man near the back of the bus. This man was dressed in a well-tailored gray suit, with gray trousers, black shoes, and a gray top hat. Top hats scream eccentric to begin with; however, the hat was probably the least peculiar trait of this fellow. Perhaps the thing that made me sit by him was to figure out why he was drawing numbers on the bus window with sharpie. The man was not just drawing the numbers; he was concentrating on them…as if they had some sort of significance.Vortex: Having fun?Perhaps that was not the best way to greet a total stranger drawing numbers on a public bus window, however it was effective enough. The man ignored me for a few seconds until he was finished drawing, and then turned to me with a big smile.??: Oh, why yes! Creativity has no bounds, therefore why should I? The man’s smile was glaring. His teeth were perfect, however the way his face contorted when he smiled was disturbing to say the least. Perhaps more startling were his eyes, which much like the rest of his outfit was slate gray. It was not the color that startled me, but the deadness.Vortex: A good outlook I guess. Creativity can get you into trouble though if you do it in the wrong places. ??: A very astute observation young man! Let me introduce myself, you may address me as Mr. Gray. Vortex: Mr. Gray? Mr. Gray: Nevermind that for now…what is your name young man? The way he said ‘young man’ was akin to nails on a chalkboard. It was not his dialect, as he spoke perfect English…rather it was the total clash between his face and the words he spoke. The face was dead, the words were not.Vortex: You can call me Dimitrius. Mr. Gray: Nice to meet you Dimitrius! Not to be overly personal, however I like to know a little about those I meet…something to remember them by you could say. So, what do you do for a living? Vortex: I’m currently employed by Alpha Championship Wrestling. Mr. Gray: Ah, a stage performer! I find we all must perform on the stage of life…however to nest that performance with entertainment is truly exquisite. Vortex: If you don’t mind me asking…what is it you do for a living? I had expected this line to shut him up, although clearly I wasn’t following my own motto. Gray’s smile only widened, and his eyes turned zombie-like.Mr. Gray: I make steel wool pads! Of course he did…because they’re Gray. Too bad he didn’t stop there.Mr. Gray: Steel wool is a wonderful thing. Did you know you can ignite steel wool with a car battery? After ignition, all manner of wondrous things can occur, from explosions to fireworks! Vortex: Interesting. I was about to ask about the significance of the numbers, as obviously there was more to this man than meets the eye. At that moment, though the bus made a stop and one or two people exited. A man got on that looked homeless, with ripped clothing and the smell of old trash. There was no way this guy was paying the bus fare, and an altercation started between him and the driver.Mr. Gray: Life teaches us lessons. Now you will learn the first. Before I had a chance to inquire what that meant, Mr. Gray slid past me and out into the aisle. The altercation at the front of the bus was only getting louder, however it was about to come to a halt. Gray walked to the back of the bus, took out what looked to be a crowbar, and lifted the emergency latch off the back door. The door flew open, and the bus driver’s attention immediately switched from the homeless man to Gray. Mr. Gray: Have a seat unfortunate one! For this ride is on me! Driver: What the hell are you doing back there? The driver pushed the homeless man aside and rose out of his seat, and started walking towards the back of the bus. Gray’s smile never left his face, even as he took the bus driver by the hair and threw him violently out of the open door. The driver hit the pavement below with a crack, and before he could react further, Gray crossed to the front of the bus and took the driver’s seat. Mr. Gray: Man who appears to have no home, please take a seat. Charity has arrived. Gray then released the parking brake and slammed on the gas. The bus shot forward, and was immediately filled with a cacophony of startled screams. Gray paid no mind to them for he appeared to be taking them in much as a stage performer takes in applause. Gray swerved in and out of traffic and people flew out of their seats and either into the wall of the bus or the aisle, however swerving a bus was not the only thing Gray was good at.
It turns out he was even better at crashing the bus, as without a word or hint Gray swerved into a concrete barrier, flipping the bus over and sending a shower of sparks and death in a multitude of directions.
The world was upside down, and blood was dripping down my face. I didn’t have time to tend to the injured or count the dead, as I wanted the hell out of there. Therefore, I fled the scene.Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2010 17:01:30 GMT -5
Segment - Origin Saga Chapter 2/After the Fall Credit - redbadger *It was a cold on that October night as I bundled myself up in my jacket resting against a nearby dumpster... I wasn't sure of anything anymore except that this alleyway was my home and that I was all alone with no money, job or anything else.
Stop yer damn moanin' an groanin' with yer whol' mind-serchin' bullshit Badger
No use in callin' me that anymore, those day are long done...
[/i] *I was something and now, just a run of the mill nothing... We've tried moving past our loss of jobs with GWF closing, joining PWF before being misused and getting a call from ACW where circumstances prevented me from competing... All I thought at the time was curses to this wrecked body of mine while I look for something else... But nothing came and here I was again on the streets... [/i] What're ya talkin' about Badger! Shure we couldn' get a leg up back ther' but look inta tha open future! Thar's still so many chances for us both out ther! [/i] You think? [/i] Of cours I do! And besides, why sulk all 'round whil' you can be celebratin' this special day! [/i] *Squeak!* [/i] Robert Garland - Red? Bobo the Hobo - That's right boy! Happy berthday my man, 28 now ain't ya!? Garland finally focuses on the scene laid out in front of him, his best friend and mentor with a birthday cupcake in hand and his pet badger looking on almost as if it was licking it's lips. Garland pulls himself up from the ground and meets Bobo with a hand extended, the both of them shaking before Bobo speaks out again. Bobo the Hobo - I couldn' afford ya somthin' all fancy an tha like BUT! I was able to getya this 'ere cupcake and one! ONE! whole candle! Robert Garland - *Laughing a bit*[/i] It's fine it's fine! Thanks man, really, I didn't even remember what without a calender and all! [/color] Red - *Screech* Robert Garland Heh, of course we'll all split it! Bobo and Garland both sit on an old looking bench, Red eying the cupcake while Garland splits it into three pieces. It crumbles a bit but eventually the three of them all get a taste avoiding hunger once more as Garland looks up to the sky. Robert Garland - So what's your big plan now bro? We've tried five companies already and either they weren't looking to sign another pay-check or things just didn't work out in the end. Bobo the Hobo - Didn' I say not ta worry 'bout things like that man! It's yer bethday Badger, enjoy it an leave all that up ta me! Ah've got plans fer mah plans an plans even fer those!
An' speakin of plans! Ah've already got ya yer berthday present! Bobo reaches into his pocket as Garland slowly wanders his eyes over before placing them on a small piece of paper being handed to him. He slowly reaches out still wearing that smile before it slowly drifts away, Garland now changing his focus to his old manager while shaking his head. Robert Garland - Looks like your idea well is running dry Bobo, we've already tried ACW remember? All I managed there was second string before having to take off due to my injuries... Left shoulder, right knee... Ain't nothing left for me in professional wrestling Bobo... Bobo the Hobo - Ya know ya don't have to call me Bobo anymore right? Name's Travis 'member? Robert Garland - As soon as you stop calling me Badger. Both men stop and look at each other before laughing together, Red looking on in confusion as the both of them finally calm down, Garland putting the paper away in his jacket as Bobo pats him on the back. Robert Garland - How do you always manage to cheer me up man? Bobo the Hobo - 'Cause I know mah brother like tha back of mah hand! Robert Garland - When do we leave? Bobo the Hobo - Flight is booked in four days! Bobo goes to leave while Garland seemingly goes back to daydreaming, Bobo heading out before being stopped. Robert Garland - Wait, if you could only afford that cupcake, how can you afford plane tickets? Bobo the Hobo - Don't worry 'bout it 'member? Bobo laughs as he heads back into the street and around the corner, Garland looking on and smiling once more while grabbing for the paper in his pocket, glancing at it once more before petting Red on the head... [/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2010 17:03:46 GMT -5
Segment: Pre-match showdown Credit: Freddy Maddox, Chris Phenomenal The camera starts rolling backstage to show newcomer Freddy Maddox walking through a hallway. He is dressed in his match outfit, and presumably a little more ready to go. He appears to be a bit more upbeat now having received a pep talk of sorts from the World Champion himself, Dave Shadow. As the corridor opens out into a larger area which seems to be a loading bay of sorts we are met with the sight of Chris Phenomenal. Next to him are some backstage workers with boxes in their arms.Chris Phenomenal: Come on, I don‘t have all day for you to get through this and I need to know if I got anything.Backstage worker 1: *sighs* We’re going as fast as we can sir. Chris Phenomenal: Sure you are.Chris watches as the workers go through the final box with a hurried pace before turning to Chris.
Backstage worker 1: Sorry sir. It appears as if there’s nothing for you here.
Phenomenal smiles content, not receiving the news he had expected but quite possibly for the better. As Chris turns around, something out the corner of his eye catches his attention. He sees the approaching Freddy Maddox. Turning away he immediately confronts Freddy.
Chris Phenomenal: You again? I figured after last week you‘d be long gone.
Freddy Maddox:
Chris Phenomenal: Cat got your tongue, eh? Last week you didn't week to get your contract, so what is your ass still doing here?
Freddy Maddox: Maybe you should have paid more attention last week instead of masterbating over the sound of your own voice.
Chris Phenomenal: What the fuck are you on about?
Freddy Maddox: Oh I got the contract alright. Mr. London gave us both jobs since the match ended in a draw...I'm guessing you don't know about tonight either, eh?
Chris Phenomenal: You can't be serious, boy.
Freddy Maddox: Deadly.
Phenomenal is almost in shock at the thought of a "loser" like Freddy being handed a job in ACW.
Chris Phenomenal: You’re Freddy Maddox?
Freddy Maddox: ...
Chris Phenomenal: Yo', don't go back to being a mute.
Freddy Maddox: I'm actually facing Pilko and another dude who thinks he's tougher than he is.
Chris Phenomenal: You’re not talkin’ ‘bout me like that? It it were Thunderkiss sure, but me?
Freddy Maddox: ...
Chris Phenomenal: Come on, enough with this shit. Either man up or get to gettin‘!
Freddy Maddox: I was.
The reply from Maddox catches Phenomenal off his guard.
Chris Phenomenal: You do know who I am right? You do know what I’ve done to people over far less than a petty insult. Consider itself your welcoming gift, or more as a warning that you can try and pick on the top dog to make a statement but the only thing that that accomplishes is someone getting seriously injured.
Freddy Maddox: Dude, believe what you want. All I know is tonight not only am I going to get revenge on Pilko for nearly breaking my freakin' back, but I also get to take your ego down a peg or two at the same time.
Chris Phenomenal: Whatever, we both know neither of those are going to happen. Now if you‘ll excuse me, there are other issues fair more important than some juvenille brat trying to make his mark.
Phenomenal chuckles at his rip on Freddy before heading towards the hallway on the right side. The backstage workers follow him as the camera cuts with Freddy looking determined.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2010 17:04:01 GMT -5
Match 3: Adrian Flamingo vs. Jonny Spade (Credit: Panther)
We return to a commercial with Flamingos music just dieing down. Both he and Jonny are in there corners, Spade is stretching while Flamingo is looking straight across the ring at his opponent with a piercing stare.
Maxwell: Tonight is Adrian Flamingos first match back in ACW for a long time.
Edison: Last week BK London, the man who defeated Flamingo to force him out of ACW, allowed Flamingo to return.
DING DING DING!
Spade looks for a tie up but is met with a series of punches from Flamingo. Flamingo grabs Spade and pushes him up against the ropes and then whips him across to the opposite side. On the rebound Flamingo goes to clothesline Spade but Spade ducks under this, hits the opposite ropes and on the rebound dropkicks Flamingo in the back. Flamingo drops down to his knees holding his back and is promptly put all the way down onto his front via a second dropkick to his back by Spade. Spade covers and gets a one count, which doesn't bother him to much. Spade grabs Flamingo by the head and pulls him up to his feet , grabs Flamingos wrist and goes for an irish whip. However Flamingo holds on for a counter irish whip, sending Spade into the ropes. On the rebound Flamingo boots Spade in the gut and then hits him with a step-up frankenstiner! Flamingo holds onto the frankenstiner for a two count.
Edison: Looks like Flamingo hasn't suffered from too much ring rust.
Flamingo gets up and smiles, strutting around Spade. When Spade gets to his knees Flamingo grabs him by the head with both hands, lifts him up and bites his forehead. Joey Reynolds begins counting and at four Flamingo stops biting Spades forehead. Spade holds his face and yells at Flamingo while the crowd boo, Flamingo not caring. Adrian lifts up Spade and pushes him into the ropes. Flamingo then starts to lay chops into Spade, five of them to be exact. Flamingo knees Spade and then pushes him toward the middle of the ring. Spade turns backtowards Flamingo in time to push him down as Flamingo sprig boards off the ropes, going for a springboard armdrag. Flamingo bounces off the mat and Spade wastes no time in locking in a Haas of pain! Flamingo screams as Spade locks in the hold as tight as possible, stretching at Flamingos lower back and legs.
Edison: Haas of pain!
Flamingo yells at Spade to let go, and Jonny responds by yelling back "TAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHPPPPP". Flamingo yells and squirms from side to side as much a spossible, loosening Spades grip on the hold. After some more wriggling Flamingo manages to get free, but his back is still in a lot of pain. Seeing this Spade grabs Flamingo, lifts him up into a firemans carry before hitting the S-drop #2 (Foremans carry toss into backbreaker)! Spade covers but Flamingo just kicks out in time. Spade grabs Flamingo by the hair, picks him up and AGAIN hits him with an S-drop, this time S-drop #3 (Rockbottom to back breaker)! Flamingo screams out in pain but when Spade covers again he again kicks out at two! Spade lifts up Flamingo and goes for a second S-drop 2, but this time Flamingo slips out behind Spade and boots him in the back of the knee. Spade drops to both knees and is locked into a cut-throat camel clutch! Spades face turns purple as he claws his way to the ropes, at last grabbing the bottom rope. After Reynolds gets to the four count Flamingo lets go and starts grinning, strutting around the ring. Flamingo lifts up Spade and laughs in his face before hoisting him over into a gory bomb. Flamingo then finishes hitting The Cure, smashing Spade face first into the mat. Flamingo rolls over Spade and hooks the leg for the three.
Winner: Adrian Flamingo
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2010 17:05:20 GMT -5
Airing a Grievance Jack Jefferson Backstage, Charlotte King is smiling sweetly into the camera lens with her microphone in her left hand. As usual, she is wearing her trademark low cut dress. This week is an eye-catching red number with a slit in the left side to show off her legs. In the background a moronic jobs-body wanders past, probably off to do some heavy lifting of some description, and without a modicum of subtlety proceeds to stare at Charlotte’s arse – not that many men would blame him. Luckily, Charlotte doesn’t seem to notice and continues on with what she was doing...which is starting to speak into the camera.Charlotte: I am joined tonight by a man who requested an interview due to the overwhelming need to get something off his chest. Please welcome, Jack Jefferson! Jefferson steps into shot and it’s clear from his deep scowl that he’s already in a foul mood. Faint boos can be heard from the fans watching this inside the arena. It is obvious Jefferson hears this as his scowl grows more intense.Charlotte: So Jack, you told me you had some grievances to air. Do you care to enlighten us on what exactly these so-called grievances are? Jefferson: Well Charlotte, where exactly do I start? Charlotte: Well-- Jefferson: That was fucking rhetorical you air-headed bimbo. Now shut your mouth while I do the talking. Jefferson tenses his fists in frustration and Charlotte looks deeply hurt by his comments. Jefferson doesn’t seem to notice, and continues regardless.Jefferson: I’ll start with the hot topic, the issue that’s on everyone’s minds, the headline that has the entire world talking – “Mr.” Samuel H. Hawthorne. The brand-spanking new chairman of this once great organisation! Now Charlotte, as you know, I’m not a petty man but I haven’t even met our new leader yet and we’re already off on the wrong foot. Firstly, the wage cut isn’t exactly welcome but in times of such economic crisis I can, sorta, understand it; plus, I’m set to make a lot of money on merchandise anyway so I’ll be just fine. Secondly, Samuel told me, and everyone in ACW, in his letter that he wanted us all “work together” and that he was “open to all suggestions”. If that’s the case then why have I been refused the chance to meet with him in his office?! I-- Charlotte: He’s a very busy man. Jefferson: What did I say, not even five minutes ago? Charlotte begins to open her mouth to respond but is quickly cut off by the irate Jefferson.Jefferson: Don’t even think about answering that! I told you to shut the fuck up. So just stand there and hold the microphone while I talk. I asked for an interview so I could tell the world something, not so I could have a casual natter with you! Now, where was I? Oh, yea that’s right...can’t even get a meeting! His secretary told me that if I wanted to meet with dear Sammy then I would have to “take a number and get in line”. That bitch is lucky I didn’t slap the taste out of her whore mouth! Jack Jefferson does not get in line, not for anybody. I don’t care if he’s the Queen of England, I ain’t waiting in no fucking line! Now, those two issues pale in comparison to my final problem with this jumped-up self-important prick Charlotte! Last week, who was I wrestling? He stares at Charlotte, who says nothing. He facepalms before letting her know that in this instance it’s ok for her to talk.Charlotte: ...The Red Panther. Jefferson: That’s right! The Red fucking Panther, some lunatic running around in a mask claiming to be some big cat; complete and utter madness! Yet last week while I was fighting The Big Pink Tiger I notice that Dave Shadow made his first World Title defence against some nobody called Trance Armstrong! Charlotte: ...Trace Birmingham. Jefferson: Shut the fu...wait, Trace Birmingham. Really? Charlotte: Yep. Jefferson: What the fuck sort of name is Trace Birmingham?! Charlotte just shrugs at this question. She can’t explain why somebody would be called Trace Birmingham and better than Trace himself probably could.Jefferson: Anyway...Trance...Trace...it doesn’t really matter! What matters is the fact that that title shot should’ve been mine! I should’ve been the one to take on Dave Shadow last week. I thought, though, that maybe I’d get my shot this week. After I brought it to the attention of stand-in Chairman and all-round liability – BK London – however, when I arrived this week I found out that I wasn’t even fucking booked! It seems that our esteemed Chairman either has some kind of problem with me or he’s got a raging hard-on for that little Irish cunt Dave Shadow. Which brings me neatly to my next point, Charlotte. I want to know exactly who Dave “The Renaissance Man” Shadow thinks he is! Last week he came to the ring, two of his insignificant others in tow, and proclaimed to be leading ACW into the “new gold age” and ushering in “ACW’s Renaissance”. Suddenly he’s no longer the future of ACW because he’s “the present”? Bull...shit! Let me make one thing crystal clear to you Dave – you’re not the present, you’re not the man ushering in some Renaissance period, and there is no way in hell that you are the face of ACW! You seem to forget that you didn’t beat me, you pinned that little bastard Chris Phenomenal. You’ve only defended your title against a nobody who I could’ve beaten with both arms tied behind my back whilst wearing a blindfold. All you are doing, Dave, is keeping my title warm for me until I’m able to get you in the ring one-on-one and take it back! Now, I have just one more problem. That foolish little tool VorteX! Last week you attacked Dave, now don’t get me wrong I enjoy seeing Dave get beat down – he deserves it after all. Your mistake, though, was putting your hands on my title and I don’t advise that you repeat it. What you don’t seem to realise is that by injecting yourself in the scramble to be World Champion that now you’ve stepped into the big leagues and, frankly, you’re way out of your depth! So, VorteX, do the sensible thing and put your tail between your legs and leave Dave Shadow to me...before you get seriously hurt! You have no business pursuing the World Title when I should be next in line and-- ??: Wow, do you ever give your jaw a rest?None too pleased about being interrupted; Jefferson spins around with his jaw clenched and fury burning in his eyes. He looks a little confused to see that the person interrupting him is Michael Smart. Charlotte looks nervous and begins edging away as Jefferson steps towards Smart, getting in his face. Smart, looking extremely calm and unintimidated, stands his ground and simply stares right back at Jefferson.Jefferson: Have you got a fucking problem? Smart: Yes, I’m sick of hearing you bitch and whine about not getting a title shot. How you weren’t even pinned, how you deserve the chance to get your title back, how you’re the greatest thing since sliced bread. How about you stop complaining and actually do something? If you’re as good as you say you are then why don’t you prove it and earn your title shot, like everyone else has to!Jefferson: Earn it? Earn it?! I’ve already fucking earnt it! I’ve already been at the very top, proven that I’m great, only to have it snatched away in a situation over which I had no control! Who do you think you are telling me that I have to earn anything?! Have you ever earnt yourself a title shot? No, you’re not even in my fucking league! Smart: Oh no? Well pay close attention to the rest of tonight’s show because, later on, I’m going to do what you couldn’t...beat The Red Panther.Before Jefferson has a chance to retort, Smart casually strolls away. At boiling point now, Jefferson’s face turns a deep hue of red as he shakes slightly with rage. His fists tightly clenched, he makes to go after Smart, after all nobody speaks to him like that, but is stopped as an elbow thuds into the back of his head. As Jefferson tumbles to the floor Charlotte screams, probably because she nearly gets flattened by the falling Jefferson. Before Jefferson even has a chance to react, and retaliate against his assailant he is trapped in an Armbar.
As should be obvious now, the attacker is none other than Thiago Gracie and he’s expertly locked Jefferson into his patented move – the Jujigatame Armbar. As he cranks on it Jefferson yells out in pain and attempts to struggle, but he is unable to do anything to break Gracie’s vice-like grip. In desperation to stop his arm being snapped in two Jefferson begins tapping, not really believing it’ll make any difference but hoping against hope that it does. Fortunately, Gracie relinquishes his hold and gets to his feet before walking off.Gracie: VICTORY BY ARMBAR! The warcry celebration is the only thing Gracie says, giving us no explanation for this seemingly unprovoked attack. Charlotte, looking concerned, stoops over Jefferson to check on him. Still on his back, Jefferson is clutching his arm to his chest and grimacing in obvious pain. Regardless of why this attack occurred the thing that matters is that it’s hurt Jefferson and undoubtedly worsened his already foul mood. It seems that, once again, it’s not a great week to be the former World Heavyweight Champion.
Fade to Black(Credit also goes to Michael Smart and Thiago Gracie)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2010 17:07:15 GMT -5
*We come back to TJ, Raj, and Frank and sitting down, watching Warfare. Joseph is standing against the wall, alone.* TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings TJ, why aren’t you on the card this week? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Come on, I may be new to ACW, but I ain’t that young anymore, come on I’m 28 and have been wrestling for 5 years. I mean that kick off the cell probably shortened my career by a few years. Frank Washington 5 years and you still haven’t won the big one? Come on Teej, at least I have something to show for the big bumps I’ve taken. After all I still remember that Triple Cage match I had to wrestle in ICW, shit was brutal. TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.GingsYea, you tell him Frank. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Ah be quiet Raj. So Frank what do you think of it? Frank Washington Great show so far, you was right about ACW. I haven’t been this excited about wrestling since ECF. I have to say I’m impressed. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ So you do see why I called you to come out and see the show before you decide to get a contract. *Just then the door opens and walks in the ACW World Champion, Dave Shadow. He is in his ring gear, getting ready for his match.* Dave:Hey TJ. Well done on beating Badger last week. Just thought I'd drop by and see how my new partner is getting on. We've got some stuff we need to talk about.*Dave realises that TJ is not alone and holds his hand out to Frank*Dave: Hi, sorry. Didn't see you there. Dave Shadow. ACW Champ. And you are....The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Oh this is my old friend, the former World champion, Frank Washington. Frank Washington So this is ACW’s World Champion Dave Shadow eh? I’ve seen some of your work, good to meet you. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea I invited Frank to the show tonight so he can see what ACW is about. Dave: That's awesome. Well, Mr. Washington. Allow me to welcome you to the greatest wrestling promotion on Earth, and best of luck. Listen, TJ, before I head out to my match, I just wanted to make sure you know what I'm hoping for with this partnership. Let me make one thing clear. I don't want you helping me win or anything. But, at the same time, if anyone decides to strike from the dark again, if anyone decides to play a dirty game....The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Alright man. Good luck tonight and kick Chris’ ass. Frank Washington Chris Phenomenal may be cocky but he can back it up, good luck out there, champ. *Dave leaves the locker room and Joseph signals TJ over to him*Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joseph.Khan TJ, I trust you and all, but are you sure you want Frank watching your back. I mean you have Dave and Chris who you can trust. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I know I do, but I you can’t ever have too many people. Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joseph.Khan I know but you know what Frank has done. Can you really trust him? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Look, Joe, it was a different time, different circumstances. ACW help restart my career, it’s going to help you with yours, Raj with his, and it could help Frank with his, if he chooses to come back. Alright? Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joseph.Khan Yea. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Alright, let’s get back to watching the show, I mean come on, Dave’s gonna kick Chris’ ass. *The scene fades to black*
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2010 17:08:15 GMT -5
Added Bonus By Dave Shadow and Chris Phenomenal As we cut backstage, we find Chris Phenomenal walking the hallways of tonight’s venue, his usual angry expression plastered across his face. He walks with a purpose, everyone who stands in his way jumping aside for fear of feeling his wraith. After a few moments, Chris finds himself at his destination. He stands in front of a doorway, a sign on the front signalling that it is the office of the new ACW chairman, Samuel Hawthorne. Chris’ expression changes, as he raises a fist to the door, starting to knock.Before he can finish though, a voice behind him causes the faux smile to disappear once more.
Dave: Chris! Come to lick some arse? Chris turns to see Dave Shadow leaning against the wall, World title over his shoulder and a big smile on his face. Dave pushes off from the wall and starts walking towards his long term rival.
Dave: The guy has barely been here a few minutes and you’re looking to ask him to drop his pants and get his arse ready for a good kissing? This is a new low for you, Chris.Chris Phenomenal: Screw you Dave. It’s none of your business why I’m here. All you need to know is me and him need to talk about something.Dave: Awh come on. Why the secrets? Aren’t we friends?Chris Phenomenal: Allow me to reiterate my feelings Dave....screw you.Dave: You know what Chris....Before Dave can finish the sentence, the door to the office opens. Sam Hawthorne steps out of the room, a look of annoyance on his face. Dave and Chris go silent, looking at each other; for both men, this is the first direct contact they’ve had with the man. It’s Dave who is first to talk.
Dave: Mr. Hawthorne. Dave Shadow. Your World Champion. Nice to meet you.Not wanting to be out done by Dave, Chris shoves his hand out...Chris Phenomenal: Chris Phenomenal. Your NEXT World Champion. Nice to meet you.Dave and Chris glare at each other, as Hawthorne eyes them both up. He folds his arms, obviously annoyed at this disruption.
Hawthorne: Gentlemen, while I appreciate the effort to come and meet me, I’ve got a lot of work to be doing to improve this place. So I’d appreciate if you didn’t stand outside this paper thin door and start bickering between each other. Though I am happy to see you both. You’re facing each other tonight, correct? Dave: Yeah. When I saw I was being given the chance to kick his ass again, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.Chris Phenomenal: What part of “screw you” don’t you get Dave. I’m going....Hawthorne puts up his hands and the two men stop talking straight away. Hawthorne is still something of an unknown for both of these men, so neither want to cross him too quickly. After a few moments of silence, he speaks again.
Hawthorne: Well, I’m adding a stipulation to the match. Over the weekend, we’re going to have the ACW Annual Awards Ceremony. I need someone to host it, and it makes sense that I get one of my biggest stars to do so. And as such, I’ve decided to grant one of you that privilege. Whichever one of you two is on the winning team tonight shall be the main host of the awards ceremony.Dave: Seriously? Awesome. Hey. I beat Chris for the World title a few weeks back, and it looks like tonight, I’ll beat him for this as well.Dave winks at Chris who takes a step forward, before Hawthorne puts his hands up again to stop him. Dave walks off, as Chris recomposes himself. Chris and Hawthorne look at each other, as the scene fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2010 17:08:58 GMT -5
“CORRUPTION” Credit: Chris Phenomenal, Thunderkiss
Thunderkiss: Coffee machine is that way, sport.
[With great contempt Chris turns and looks at the source of that aggravating greeting. Kiss’ smile boils Phenomenal’s blood spurning him to think about smashing every tooth right out of that Cheshire grin.]
Chris Phenomenal: Suits you well, lurking in the Shadows. Seems the rif-raf you call an army has rubbed off on you.
Thunderkiss: Remember, Stevie likes just a pinch of sugar in his coffee. I’d hate for you to get into trouble.
Chris Phenomenal: What do you want. Would it be prudent to assume that the sterotype of a sexagenarian lurking in the shadows, watching a young male applies here?
Thunderkiss: Well, isn’t this cute, somebody has been watching MTV’s “Yo Mama.” Time to drop the grade school games and talk to a big boy, Chris. Tell me, what does Wyvern, Zero, Hunter, Jason Freeman and Rattlesnake all have in common?
Chris Phenomenal: They all turned their backs on a good man.
Thunderkiss: Just like you will.
Chris Phenomenal: After everything Senator has done for me, there’s not a chance in hell of that happening.
Thunderkiss: Oh yes, yes you will. You will turn against him just like all the others because it will come to a crossroads where it will be either you or him. Why do you think he even tolerates your presence? Do you really think its because of a bond of friendship? Foolish boy, take a look in the mirror. Do you really believe that Steve Phillips would tolerate a street urchin like yourself unless there was something to gain from it? You are nothing more than just another body to protect him and believe me, he has had a lot of them over the years. Take a long look at the history of the Senatorial Stable, Chris. It is filled with not one person that even comes close to Phillips’ philosophy. It was nothing more than a power play by the master manipulator himself to protect himself and his interests with an unsavory cast of characters. How does it make you feel that you are the latest errand boy that he has pulled out of the gutter?
“He is struggling to disagree with my words, the confused look on his face tells me so. Oh yes, Chris Phenomenal, you’ll come around. It’s only a matter of time now. Then together you and I shall lay waste to Steve Phillips, everything he’s done and everything he’s ever stood for.”
Chris Phenomenal: The gutter Kiss? I could have gone anywhere, I was Entertainment Champion for Christ sake. I joined forces with Senator because he was able to show me the path, turn a raw wrestler into a future World Champion. I see no reason in turning on him like I did you.
Thunderkiss: I know this stings. Trust me, I’ve been in your shoes before. I put complete faith in the man until it came down to either him or myself for the top prize and we all know how that story goes. Don’t we, Chris?
Chris Phenomenal: Lies from a bitter man who’s just upset things didn’t go his way. Not a day goes by that you regret the decision Kiss, everyone can see it and that’s what this is all about. That title around your waist isn’t just an affront to ACW, it’s an affront to Senator. Trying to say to him that he can’t beat you, even when he walks out the victor in the ring, you still hold some second bit title belt.
Thunderkiss: No Chris, truths from a man who doesn’t want to see you make the same mistakes he did. If you care not heed my warnings, then don’t go crying on my shoulder when all I said would happen, happens. If you ever decide to pull your head out of Phillips’ ass and think with a rational mind you give me a call. Until then, remember what I said about that sugar.
[With a hearty chuckle Thunderkiss leaves CP to digest their conversation. Ask him and he will refute it vehemently, but internally Phenomenal is conflicted on a choice he knows he cannot run from. Would Steve Phillips honestly shake his hand and accept him if it were not for ACW? They are from two different cultures and all his life experiences dealing with Phillips’ “kind” answers that question with a resounding “no.” ]
Chris Phenomenal: You can try as much as you want Kiss, plant the seeds of doubt in my head but I shall never turn my back on Senator. The man has done more for me than anyone else and to that I owe him my life. I never had a father and…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2010 17:09:39 GMT -5
Champion's meeting (Credit: Red/Wheeler)
Scene fades in to Mr. Red in the locker room. He sits at a locker, getting things ready for title match with Trent Wheeler. He puts on his gloves and gets ready to head out for the match. Red senses the presence of a person standing beside him. He spins around to find himself finally face to face with his opponent for the evening, Trent Wheeler.
Both figures stare each other down. Daring the other to say a word. Finally Trent breaks the silence with the first words of the contfrontation
Trent: Why are you even here? I have a lot on my mind and don't have time for you.
Red: You have something I want. I desire what you have and will get it by the end of the night.
Trent: I've been training to defend my title, but you don't even have a job here. Why do you deserve a shot?
Red grinned at Trent.
Red: You fear me? You afraid that I am going to take your championship?
Trent: Ha! That's a good one. Have you seen the people I've faced? I'm not afriad of you.
Red: You should be. I am soon to be the only 3 and 4 time ACW Entertainment champion. An accomplishment that won't be duplicated.
Trent[/green]: Whatever I don't have time for this. I'll beat you easily tonight because you can't be all that great. You would still be contracted if you were.
Red turn slightly and looked away from Trent. His expression turned from a slick grin to a sour look.
Red: I don't have a contract because your piss ass wrestling organization decided it was time for cutbacks. They wanted to make me one of those cutbacks.
Trent: Then why are you here, wrestling for next to nothing?
Red: I am doing it to prove a point.
Trent: What point? That you can't get a job anywhere else?
A glimmer of hate shows on Red's face. He wants to fight right now. Red knows he has to wait or get tossed from the arena without his match tonight.
Red: My point....Mr. Trent Wheeler....is that ACW made the biggest mistake of their lives in releasing Mr. Red. They need to be shown that they cannot just flick away one of their most beloved stars without any explanation or just because they feel the need to make cuts. Tonight, THE greatest Entertainment Champion in ACW history will show you and ACW what it's like to have a real champion hold that belt...again. Now if you will excuse me, I have another matter I must attend to. I will see you're ass later tonight.
Red pushes past the champion and heads for the exit. He reaches the door and freezes. His expression turns to a look of confused frustration. Camera turns to see Spade standing and watching Mr. Red yet again.
Red's face tenses up. He seems to be flustered to constantly see Jonny Spade silently watching him, seemingly noting every move the former ACW wrestler makes.
Red turns to look behind him at Trent, who glares at him from inside the locker room. He turns back to face Jonny but realizes Spade has disappeared. Red quickly scans up and down the hall but cannot visually locate him. Red picks up a bat at the door and smashes the door with it in frustration. He turns and whirls it across the locker room and points to Wheeler.
Red: See you in the ring, dammit.
He turns and stomps back out the door and down the hallway leaving Trent to stare back at him. Ryan Stark enters the scene slowly from behind Trent.
Ryan: Yo Trenty, that the guy you facing tonight?
Trent: Yeah. And I hate him already.
Fade
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2010 17:10:17 GMT -5
Segment: Some much needed encouragement Credit: Freddy Maddox, Dave Shadow We open to a shot of ACW's newest roster member sitting on a bench inside the communal locker room. With his right foot resting on the end of the bench he wraps it, preparing to place it in his wrestling boot. Away in his world as per normal Freddy fails to notice the door creak open. The camera pans over to show none other than Freddy's tag team partner for his match this evening, the World Champion, Dave Shadow. Standing there suited for battled he has his new shiny belt fastened tightly around his waist.Dave: Hey. You ready for this?Freddy jumps slightly, he turns around to face the champ.Freddy Maddox: W-what? Oh yeah I'm good, thanks. Dave: Awesome. Big match tonight though. Pilko and Phenomenal are going to be a tough team, but it should be a bit of fun as well. Looking forward to climbing into the ring?Freddy Maddox: Meh, you could say that.Dave: You don't really say much do you, Freddy? Where's the eagerness? The enthuasiasm? Come on Freddy, this is a big opportunity for you tonight. Smile a little.Freddy Maddox: Don't mean to burst your bubble Dave, but I don't think I've quite hit the big time yet...I barely even made it onto the roster.Dave: Pft, nonsense! Dude, I'm not going to say winning or losing isn't important, but what's more important than either is how you handle yourself after the match. Can't let shit get you down. You pick yourself up, you look at your next match and you promise yourself you'll do a million times better next time. Don't live in the past. Focus on the future.Freddy smirks slightly though keeps his emotions sheltered from the surface still.Freddy Maddox: I don't know man, I guess it's just one of the life lessons I've learnt. Not to get too carried away and not to let too much out or you'll up regretting out. I know I have a 1000 times over...plus I've got attacked by 2/4 dudes I've met in ACW so far so by that ratio I can't exactly afford to upset anymore.Dave Shadow: If that's true then you should know by now you can't stop assholes being assholes. You just gotta get on with things ya' know? Sure, Pilko might uh throw you through a wall one week, but then the next you've just gotta get him back! Like this week, when we'll kick both of their asses into next week Freddy Maddox: Maybe that's true but if you try to get them back it's just like tipping petrol onto the flame. It ignites and you're left with burnt hands...and I don't particularly care for those Shadow grits his teeth at what could be an uphill struggle while Freddy continues to live in his bottled up emotional time bomb.Dave: Freddy, see this title belt? You think I won this by keeping my hands clean. I'm not proud of some of the things I did over the last few months, but at the same time, sometimes you've got to sink to their level and kick their asses. Look, tonight we're going to be tag partners and I gotta know...are you ready for it or not? See, I know we can take these two goons, you just have to be willing to open up and let go out there!Freddy Maddox: Dude, don't worry, I KNOW I have to perform tonight. I know my ass is on the line every time I go out there because everyone thinks and wants me to fail. BUT I'm going to prove them wrong, I'm going to show them I'm NOT a failure...Dave: *facepalms* they don't know you enough to love or hate you yet kid.[/size] Freddy Maddox: What?Dave: Nothing! Listen, hopefully you heard what I said last week on Warfare. It's time for a new generation to step up, and tonight is your chance to show everyone you're ready. Show me you're ready, Freddy Maddox! Show them you're ready.Freddy Maddox: Well, uh, hmm. I'm ready?!Dave Shadow: *shakes head from side to side*Freddy Maddox: I'M READY TO SHOW BOTH THOSE GOOD FOR NOTHING JUST WHAT THEY GET FOR MESSING WITH ME!Dave Shadow: Good!-Freddy Maddox: IT'S TIME TO SHOW THE BULLIES WHAT HAPPENS TO THEM WHEN THEY THINK THEY CAN JUST PUSH ME AROUND AND GET AWAY WITH IT! YEAH!Dave Shadow: FREDDY!Freddy snaps out of his Freeman esque Super-Saiyan trance.Freddy Maddox: What dude? I was just getting hyped!Dave: Uh, ya' might want to turn it down just a notch. Let's not waste all our energy in here, ok?Freddy Maddox: Alright, well I'm going to head off and warm up. See you out there, man. Shadow nods with a reassuring smile as Freddy slips on his last wrestling boot and heads for the door. He turns back to awkwardly wave before leaving the camera shot.Dave Shadow: I think I may have just pushed him that little too much Heh, suppose a little rage won't hurt.Shadow cracks up at his own observation as the camera slowly fades out.[/font]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2010 17:10:57 GMT -5
Match 4: Sgt. Pilko and Chris Phenomenal vs. Freddy Maddox and Dave Shadow (Credit: Dan)
Entrances are never read. Both teams are out. Derp derp derp.
The match begins with Pilko and Shadow in the ring, the World Champion ready to get a taster of what a true hoss can do. Pilko shows no signs of nerves, attempting to grab Shadow around the neck but the champ ducks under, and throws some quick punches to Pilko's back. He then hits a dropkick which sends the sergeant to the ropes, but Pilko manages to bounce off them, and he turns around, taking Shadow by surprise with a cheap shot to the side of the head. Shadow spins 180 degrees, and his opponent uses this as an opportunity. He attempts a Back Drop, but Shadow rolls onto his feet, and manages to hit a Russian Leg Sweep. He makes the cover, but at the count of two Pilko throws Shadow off with some force. Shadow tags in Maddox who enters the ring. He's still somewhat cautious after what happened last week, but he's determined to prove his worth. He waits for Pilko to get to his feet, before the duo lock up. Maddox attempts an Irish whip, but Pilko manages to reverse it, and the duo both go for a clothesline, cumulating in both men on the floor. Maddox is somewhat quick to his feet, but Pilko is able to tag in CP, who enters the ring.
CP grabs Maddox and flings him to his feet, before launching him into a huge Suplex. It hits the ring with force, and CP quickly gets back to his feet. He grabs Maddox, tossing him towards the ropes and doubling over. But Maddox is able to see this coming and shows what ACW are in for with a stunning Swinging Neckbreaker which garners a pop from the crowd. Maddox rises to his feet and smiles broadly at the reaction, before hitting the ropes and landing a knee into CP's chest. He makes the cover, but CP is able to kick out before three. Undeterred, Maddox lifts CP up and takes him into the corner. He plants a knife-edge chop which garners the usual response from the crowd. He then attempts a second one, but CP is able to duck under the arm and escape. He turns around, with Maddox coming towards him and he sends the youngster to the ground with a thunderous clothesline. He makes the cover, but Maddox kicks out at two. CP hits the ground with frustration, before picking his partner up. He whips Maddox at the ropes, and plants him with a firm Snap Suplex that makes a great sound.
But it's also a sound that begins to warp Pilko, and we again see the weird actions that were shown last week on Warfare. He begins to twitch; his pupils darken, and he truly looks like something from the very depths of hell, as he glares over at the World champion, Dave Shadow.
In the ring, both CP and Maddox get to their feet, and tag in their respective partners. But Pilko still has that deranged look about himself, and he launches himself towards Shadow's direction. Shadow is able to duck it, but Pilko is up like a ravaged dog. The Shellshock is in overdrive now, and he makes a lunge for Shadow's eyes. Shadow is able to duck it again, but finds himself now at the ropes, and Pilko is able to turn to launch the duo over and towards the outside. The result sees Shadow laying into Pilko, but he is able to throw Shadow off his body. Pilko rises to his feet, as Maddox and CP watch, curiously. They don't seem to mind if either of these two knock seven bells out of each other, and that seems to be what is happening, with both men now at their feet, throwing punch after punch. They make their way to the commentary table, and Pilko hits Shadow in the stomach. He then attempts to go for a Powerbomb, lifting Shadow up, but Shadow is able to drop to his feet. He throws all his might into Pilko, and the duo fall to the ground. It's at that point when the bell rings, and to everyone's frustration, we hear the announcement.
Philip: Due to a double countout...the result is a no contest!
Boos from the crowd, as Maddox and CP look at each other, shrugging their shoulders. But the action doesn't end there. Oh no. Pilko is able to get to his feet first, and he grabs the first thing he sees – a steel chair. The crowd gasps as he whacks it relentlessly against Shadow's cranium, complete with every sign that he's achieved the lust for violence, as we fade to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2010 17:11:14 GMT -5
Post Match Stuff By Dave Shadow & Vortex As Pilko and Maddox do their own thing, and as Chris decides to leave the area, Dave lies in the middle of the ring, his eyes glazed over. The chair shot really did a job on him, and he looks to be nearly out of it, a bruise already developing on his head where the contact took place. He moves his arms, trying to get up, but his senses have been scrambled.
The crowd start booing loudly as a figure emerges through the curtains, and begins making his way down the ramp towards the ring. Vortex slowly and methodically walks down the ramp, a look on his face which is hard to place. However, it’s quite obvious Dave is in trouble, based on what happened last week.Edison: Last week, Vortex laid out Dave after a sneak attack. You think he’s here to finish off the job? McNally: Dave is down and is wide open to another attack This could get ugly. Vortex climbs up onto the ring apron and starts to climb through the ring. Dave has backed up into the ring ropes and leans the back of his head against it, looking at Vortex. He wants to get up and to fight back, but he just isn’t able to, the chair shot doing a lot of damage. Vortex walks towards him, as the crowd boo. Dave covers his head, realising that if he can’t fight back, he’ll have to do his best to reduce any damage.
After a few moments though, he realises that Vortex hasn’t attacked yet. The World Champ lowers his arms and stares at Vortex who just stands over him, looking down on him. Edison: What’s he doing? McNally: He’s just standing there. Just......looking at Dave. Edison: Maybe he feels he doesn’t need to attack Dave again. He’s in a position of power right now. Vortex knows it. And Dave knows it. Dave and Vortex just stare into each others eyes, as the boos turn to cheers. TJ and Chris Williams have emerged from the backstage area and start running down towards the ring. Vortex throws Dave one last smile before dropping and rolling out of the ring, just as the others enter. Vortex walks round the ring and starts back up the ramp, without even looking back.
TJ and Chris help Dave up, as Dave stares up at the departing Vortex. Last week, Vortex got a physical victory over him when he left Dave on the canvas. This week, Vortex got the psychological victory. He could have done alot of damage if he wanted to. As the scene fades to a commercial, the camera cuts to the top of the ramp, looking at Vortex’ face, and behind him, still dazed in the ring, Dave Shadow.
Vortex grins, and the screen goes black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2010 17:13:49 GMT -5
Segment: There's just some things that never change Credit: Freddy Maddox, Sgt Pilko, Thunderkiss
With Dave Shadow and Freddy Maddox Vs. Chris Phenomenal and Sgt. Pilko having descended into chaos we open up at the backstage area where we follow a demonic looking Pilko who is hurriedly making his way towards the locker room area. He hurls the door open only to find it is empty with a grunt he shuts the door behind him and carries on.
This time he turns around and heads towards the food court area. With the scaling down of the show the food court area has now been scaled down to several vending machines. However, standing in front of one of them is the target that Pilko has been searching for. Freddy Maddox. Pilko's deep breaths sound monstrous as he approaches Freddy, who is still unaware however as he reaches down to retrieve his confectionary he turns to see his opponent standing there. The same man who threw him practically through a wall last week. Pilko slowly steps towards Freddy who tries to back off, confused by the strange look in Pilko's eyes.
Freddy Maddox: Hey dude, what the fuck is your problem! I've done nothing to you, come on man, leave me alone!
Still Pilko presses forward, acting as if he hasn't heard a single word that Freddy has said. Freddy is pressed into a corner with nowhere to escape. While most would fight back Freddy doesn't believe in violence unless you consider wrestling in the ring as violence. And even then would you bet a 220 lb man could beat a man a 100 lbs heavier in a straight up brutal fight?
Freddy Maddox: Listen just tell me what you want! I'll DO anything just stop! I didn't come here for shit like this!
But it's too late. Something inside Pilko has snapped again and as he stands over Freddy he draws back his right arm....
?: Hey you two curtain jerkers, calm yourselfs before I toss you into the vendors and do it myself!
Pilko stops momentarily to the relief of Freddy as both men look confused and turn to see the figure that is standing behind them. It is of course Thunderkiss.
Thunderkiss: Do you think this is a game of simon says? It's more like a game of "do what TK says before he puts his foot up my ass!"
Both men still look confused, however TK chooses to force issue both demonstrating what will happen by punching his palm. This has a chain reaction as Pilko suddenly snaps out of his rage and the most bizzare thing happens. After appearing groggy for a moment and getting his bearings he acknowledges TK...
Sgt. Pilko: Sir, yes sir!
Thunderkiss: Good! Now before you run along, be a real man and drink some Thundergy! It'll put some hair on your chest and make you stop acting like such pussies!
Not being one to promote something without trying it himself TK gets himself a can before heading off leaving the bemused pair to their own devices. Both are trying to decipher what the hell just happened while Freddy is trying to calculate what to do about Pilko.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2010 17:14:29 GMT -5
DJ, Play That Song Jack Jefferson ACW’s new era under Samuel H. Hawthorne has begun and the fans in attendance are loving it. The noise levels are off the chart as the camera pans around those in attendance, all of whom seem to be having the time of their lives.McNally: What a show we’re having so far tonight! It seems the fans are already on board with our new Chairman’s vision for ACW. Edison: So much for Gingerdude, huh? Suddenly, “Paint it Black” by The Rolling Stones booms out of the speakers and the atmosphere changes significantly, the crowd transforming to instantly hostile as they boo the anticipated arrival of Jack Jefferson.McNally: Here comes Jack Jefferson, I guess we get to hear him whine and complain about his lack of title rematch...again! Lucky us. Edison: C’mon McNally, Jefferson has a right to a rematch that has been denied to him by a series of events completely out of his control. He didn’t even get pinned to lose his title, by all rights he should be Dave Shadow’s next challenger! McNally: Don’t you start as well. I think I can speak for all of ACW’s fans when I say we’re sick of hearing about it. Oddly, the music goes off, leading to confused murmurings in the crowd.McNally: It seems we might be experiencing some technical difficulties. We’re working on getting it sorted as soon as possible. Edison: Now this is just completely shoddy Maxwell. What-- McNally: I’m going to have to cut you off Eddie, I’m receiving word that something is going on in the back that we’re going to have to cut to right now! The camera cuts hurriedly backstage and it is obvious that the cameraman is running to the scene of this alleged incident as the picture wobbles from his movement. Sounds of a disturbance can be heard with unseen objects clattering to the floor. As the cameraman rounds the corner we see Jack Jefferson throw a chair towards a cowering crew member who manages to narrowly avoid getting struck by it. As the picture steadies it becomes apparent that this crew member is ACW’s sound technician, and the man responsible for playing the wrestler’s entrance music.
He attempts to scurry away but on his hands and knees his progress is extremely slow, meaning the irate Jefferson is able to grab hold of him and haul him to his feet. With a roar Jefferson tosses him against the nearest wall and grasps his throat as he begins to slump to the floor on impact. Throttling the sound technician and holding him slightly off the floor Jefferson begins screaming in his face.Jefferson: Does that sound like my fucking music?! Sound Guy: ... Jefferson: Well? Answer me you cunt! Terrified, and audibly choking, the sound technician manages to force an answer out despite the fact his throat is steadily being crushed.Sound Guy: Y-yes? ...I don’t know! Jefferson: You don’t know?! It’s your fucking job to know! The right answer is no, that’s not my music! My music is Who Can Say by The Horrors you incompetent prick! With that Jefferson throws him clean across the room, sending him tumbling into the opposite wall, narrowly avoiding the table supporting all of ACW’s expensive sound equipment. Shaking with rage, Jefferson begins to advance on him to continue his frenzied attack but is suddenly sideswiped by a member of the security team. Jefferson throws him off but as he gets back to his feet he is swarmed by what looks like ACW’s entire security force who begin to drag him, kicking and screaming, away. The EMTs are now attending to the felled sound technician as the security team successfully haul Jefferson away, his string of expletives still audible after he’s disappeared round the corner.
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