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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 16:52:55 GMT -5
Wednesday Night Warfare 20th January 2010
Key Arena, Seattle, Washington
Schedule of Matches: ------------------------------
Thiago Gracie vs. Alex Trixer
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TJ and Chris Williams vs. Southern Smashers
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Criminal Vs. Michael Smart
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Non Title Match Trent Wheeler vs. Rena
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VorteX vs. Thunderkiss
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Main Event Dave Shadow vs. Adrian Flamingo
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 16:53:13 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Card Subject to Change (Credit: BK London/Dave Shadow/Adrian Flamingo/Chris Phenomenal)
As the first shot of the night opens up, it’s literally straight down to business. We're immediately brought to a shot of the new Chairman, Samuel J. Hawthorne walking out into the arena- who is still relatively fresh to the fans. He receives a so-so reaction from the fans in attendance, but most people watching are sure that will change as the weeks go on.
Quickly, the camera pans over to Chris Phenomenal - who looks absolutely annoyed, looking to the left and looking to the right. Last time we saw him, he was getting his ass handed to him via BK London.
Swinging over to the left, a shot of Adrian Flamingo is shown - and combined with his past and his current situations, he receives a mixed reaction from the crowd, but there are definitely some Flamingo fans out there.
Once more to the left, and BK London is shown - which gets quite a big reaction from the crowd. He's not necessarily annoyed, but he's definitely wishing he was somewhere else at this point. He stares at his watch, and then looks over to his left - and that's exactly where the camera swings over.
The last shot is none other than the champion Dave Shadow, the ACW Heavyweight Champion - who gets arguably the biggest reaction out of any of the four previous people. He has the big gold belt over his shoulder and is more anxious than anything.
Chairman Hawthorne: Alright, I'm happy all four of you could take the time out of your daily schedules for this meeting on such short notice, but I think you'll all find it quite useful pertaining what occurs tonight. And I figured it would be best to have it in front of the people who matter most in all this – our audience.
Chris Phenomenal: Come on Ginger, spare us the company bull shit and get on with things.
Chairman Hawthorne turns and looks at Chris Phenomenal, giving him a slight glare, though small in stature the power of the man is unmistakable.
Chris Phenomenal: Sorry, habit.
Hawthorne doesn’t buy the excuse of Phenomenal but continues on unabated.
Chairman Hawthorne: Since you seem to be quite impatient - let's then start with you Mr. Phenomenal, since you're so anxious to get things started. I saw what you attempted to pull off last week, and you know what? I wasn't very happy with it...
BK London: You weren't the only one...
Chairman Hawthorne: It was my first day on the job, and you know what you said to me before the show got underway? You said you promised me BK London - in the flesh. Then, I see in the show that you've got this imposter London rolling around? You tried to pull the wool over my eyes..
Chris Phenomenal: Relax, the son of a bitch showed up anyway…
Chairman Hawthorne: Relax? No no - you see, I don't know what show Chairman Gingerdude ran - but the whole lying thing doesn't fly with me. You're lucky I gave BK London a call prior to that whole thing to get it confirmed - if I didn't do that, he would've never showed up for that match and you would've screwed over all these paying customers. So you know what? I'm going to give you what both of you want...
Chris Phenomenal: And what's that?
Chairman Hawthorne: I'm going to give you each other. Next week on the first Supercard of the year 'Born Again' - we're going to see BK London go one on one with you Chris Phenomenal!
Quite a pop from the Seattle fans, and BK London seems to approve while Phenomenal has a completely different expression on his face.
Chris Phenomenal: Come on this is bullshit. We all saw…
BK London: What's bullshit about it? It didn't seem to be bullshit when you called me out over the internet to face me - knowing my schedule was heavy up in Toronto. It didn't seem to be bullshit when you were so hell bent on facing this imposter BK London and sullying my good name - so what do you have to lose now Phenomenal? Until 2 weeks ago, our paths never crossed - but because I deny you of one measly title match, you decide to go all psycho and suddenly your career is dedicated to ending BK London's. Well here's your chance kid! End my career! You've got nothing to lose, and everything to gain!
Adrian Flamingo: Blah... blah... blah. Young up and comer wants to mouth off to respected veteran - somehow that sounds familiar. Stay away from the Tokyo Dome, kid, it'll only break your heart.
BK shoots Flamingo a dirty look as his old enemy slouches against one of the corner turnbuckle and stares daggers into the new ACW Owner. While Flamingo did have a few fans out there (and what well-adjusted people they must have to be), he received some negative feedback for his remarks.
Adrian Flamingo: I wanna know what's going on here, Hawthorne, I am an innocent man! How about you tell me why some scared little intern had to tell me to meet you out here before you violate anymore of my civil rights.
Chairman Hawthorne: Funny thing about civil rights, Flamingo, they apply to everyone here in ACW as far as I'm concerned - and I'm pretty sure everyone backstage has the right to walk the hallways without fear of a random "forking." So far, you've assaulted three people with that piece of cutlery, and that's three more than I'm willing to allow. However, since you are one of ACW's larger names, God help us, I'm going to let you off with a warning this time: if I so much as see one of your forks outside of a match where the use of one wouldn't lead to a disqualification, I have no reservations about putting you on the suspension list.
Adrian scowled and sulked down into the lower turnbuckle.
Adrian Flamingo: This is prejudice, Hawthorne! I didn't do anything to anyone who didn't have it coming!
Reaching out from behind him, Dave Shadow places both his hands on the shoulders of Flamingo. Flamingo spins round, shrugging Dave off, obviously not in the mood for a touchy-feely moment. Dave isn't put off by this though.
Dave:: Hey, big boy. Focus on me for a second. Forget about those idiots. You feeling frustrated? You getting agitated? Well. You want to take that frustration on out someone, how bout you take it out on me tonight?
Flamingo eyes up Dave. These two have never really talked, and he's not quite sure of what to make of the champ.
Dave: Now you and me are facing each other for the first time ever this evening, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to that. But you need to focus on the match and nothing else, cause I promise you that no matter how much potential this match has...I will rip your head off if you don't give me your very, very best. This has potential to be a match of the decade contender, so I expect you to give me the match that this deserves. Understand.
At this, a small smirk is heard coming from the side as Dave turns and looks at Chris Phenomenal.
Dave: I don’t follow.
Chris Phenomenal: Come on Dave, you, a match of the year contender. Need I bring this up but the only match of the year you were nominated for I was a part of. You might hold that title but that means shit, you‘re not half the man that Flamingo or I is in the ring.
Dave Shadow glares at Chris, his comments striking a cord with the man who for the last six months has made his life a living hell.
Dave: Really…
Chris Phenomenal: Think before you speak Dave. Time after time I’ve shown that I’m the better competitor, I beat you for the Entertainment Championship, beat you for the International Championship. You’re only victories came as a result of the actions of others, Senator and Jack Jefferson. We’ve seen time and time again when it’s come to me that I am better than you so don’t go picking a battle you can’t fight.
BK London: Yeah, just like calling someone over the internet than backing down when thrust into the challenge. Way to be a hypocrite Chris.
Dave smirks at Chris, or at least his back as Chris turns and stares at London, Flamingo still looking on.
Chris Phenomenal: Come on Mr. Bigshot, we all know that as soon as I leave this office your producers are going to call and tell you that they can’t risk an injury by allowing you to step into the ring. What you call cowardice I call self-interest. This new piece of shit…
Chris points at Hawthorne.
Chris Phenomenal: …has made it so that a portion of our salary is tied up with the fact that we wrestle. It’s not just appearing on the show anymore so I can’t have you bailing out on me for the last second.
BK London: I assure you that you don’t have to worry about my producers jumping in. They’ll realize that me setting you down in the middle of the ring would add a layer of credibility to the film.
Chris Phenomenal: Right, you setting me down, just like last week. If memory serves me correct, I was the one walking out while you were stuck in the ring.
BK London: I’m sure most people here could attest that you ran off like a little bitch after…
Chairman Hawthorne: ENOUGH!
The loud proclamation from the previously subdued conversation brings pause to everyone in the room, as well as four sets of eyes drawing on him.
Chairman Hawthorne: You two are wasting mine and everyone’s time, something that may have been allowed under the watch of your former employer but not mine. I can just envision what’s going to happen tonight so I’m setting my foot down. I am changing tonight’s main event to include the two of you.
The subdued Flamingo stands pat as Shadow looks at Hawthorne with confusion, London with glee and Chris with indifference. Subtly, two pairs come together, the favorites BK London and Dave Shadow, and the disliked, Flamingo and Phenomenal until they are stopped in their tracks by the new Chairman.
Chairman Hawthorne: No, we’re not going to do those things. Dave you spoke about putting on a match of the decade and Chris, you said his only contender was because of you. So I’m going to put the two of you together against Flamingo and London. Some might call it Strange Bedfellows but I call it smart, I’m sure every person here in Seattle wants to see the four of you set aside your grudges and co-operate. That or explode and wreck chaos upon our ring.
The chairman’s announcement does not got without protest, as all four man raise a symphony of discontent before the chairman interrupts with a shrill whistle.
Chairman Hawthorne: It matters not what you think and your protest falls on deaf ears. You all have two choices, that’s to accept the match as is or pack your bags and get off these premises immediately. Now you all are excused and I expect you all to be in the ring for tonight’s main event. The dissmissal does not quiet the four, instead only brings their argument to a more fervent pitch but the new chairman shows his resolve, refusing to be pushed over by the wrestlers as he re-takes his seat and begins to work on some papers, ignoring completely the four men with the aid of some ear plugs having been conveniently stored in his desk.
FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 16:53:50 GMT -5
“MOUSE TRAP” Credit: Robert Garland, Rena & Thunderkiss [Betrayal. It is a word that Thunderkiss knows all too well, sometimes as the betrayer, sometimes as the betrayee. It is the later that always stings the most and the pain from his most recent scar runs deep, deep enough to open old wounds. On the verge of marching his army deep into the heart of enemy territory the shadow of Danny Mainer once again looms large over Thunderkiss’ ambitions. What was once an assured member of SLA has turned into a road block on the path to ultimate victory. Deep in the trenches Thunderkiss and the rest of the Saints scheme to remove this pest from the map before their general ends up fighting for his life on a hospital bed once again.] Rena: I’ve seen my share of sucker punches, but that one took the cake. I’m surprised you still have all your teeth intact. [Rena patted TK's face with an icepack wrapped in a towel before handing it to him] Thunderkiss: I don’t. Most of what’s in my mouth is fake and bolted down into my jawbone. That son of a bitch just wasn’t strong enough to rip metal from bone. Luckily for me, I am. My brother and sister, what we have here is a classic case of biting the hand that feeds. Everyone knows if it were not for me, Danny Mainer would still be back in Las Vegas pumpin’ gas and bumming smokes. Every accolade and accomplishment that fool has ever achieved in life is all because of one man - ME! I was the one who lead him out of his life of mediocracy, I am the one who he has tried to emulate over the years, I was the one who gave him his big break in SLA!Robert Garland -*With Red on his shoulder Seem to me like you're hinting for us to do something about it?... Don't think it's a bad idea at all to teach him a lesson about minding his manners and respecting his past... Thunderkiss: Robert, I have a question for you. I am a good man, wouldn’t you say?Robert Garland - You've given me another shot to re-live my glory days in the ring and actually doing it with wrestling instead of backstabbing, groveling to management or whining about every little thing till I get me god damn way...
*Petting Red on the head as he seems to show appreciation towards his master
You've also given me another chance at friendship which has been lacking in my life ever since... Well... You know my story.
If nothing else, I'm working with you out of constant respect for your accomplishments and your vision for the future of this industry... Of course I'd say you're a good man, why wouldn't I? Rena: *rolls eyes* perfect answer... Thunderkiss: THEN WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP DOING THIS TO ME?! I only want to make life better for everyone in this business! I want every guy who laces up his boots to get a larger piece of the pie instead of some crackerjack who hides himself behind an office door keeping it all for himself. I am the path, I am the way to revolutionizing this business. Perhaps nobody takes me seriously. Perhaps I must do more to show the naysayers that I mean business. If the people will not take me as their leader, perhaps I need to take the people as my soldiers. Tonight I think I, along with you guys, will do just that.Rena: All we need is a hunk of cheese. Thunderkiss *raising eyebrow*: Excuse me?Rena: Certainly you haven’t forgotten Danny’s favorite dress up outfit? Like a rat we shall lead him to the mouse trap ... Thunderkiss: Sister, I like the way you think. By the time tonight is over Danny Mainer will be made an example, an example to all those who fight to continue the status quo. We will string his carcass from the rafters and let it serve as a warning to those who stand in our way. But enough with the gloom and doom, let me remind you both why we are all here to begin with. Now to show you both that I am a man of my word, I have a little surprise for you ...[Thunderkiss reaches down and grabs a briefcase that which has until now remained hidden from view. With a gentle but authoritative pull he places it atop the table before him. With great anticipation both Garland and Rena watch on as Thunderkiss’ fingers slide themselfs across the locks of the briefcase. A small click followed by a squeak of hinges gives way to gasps of disbelief as the following is freed from the case and lifted into view - ] Rena: Wait, that's the - Thunderkiss *interrupting*: Yup.Robert Garland - Now where did this thing come from?...Red - *Squeak?*...Thunderkiss: You’d be surprised what you can find on the black market, or in this case, from a janitor with massive credit card debt. Garland, you continue to impress me with both your brain and brawn. Rena, you have always been a visionary in the locker room and have stood out among those who are just here to earn a paycheck. It is for that reason that next week we shall have a match to crown the first ever SLA International Champion. I surely could not think of any two people more worthy of the honor than you two. Make me proud. Make SLA proud![With so much to do and as equally little time, Thunderkiss exits the room while purposely laying the former ACW International Title on the table between his two companions. His intention is simple: let he or she who is the hungriest claim the prize. While he begins to lay the mouse trap for Danny Mainer, his mind can’t help but think of what is occurring back in the locker room between Garland and Rena. With the magic of 21st century television production, we are whisked away there via our television sets to see for ourselfs.] Rena: He wants us to have a match for the title? Robert Garland - It's lookin' that way isn't it?[Rena pinches the bridge of her nose with two fingers and looks down toward the floor] Rena: I have been here for four years and I have to face you? Like, REALLY? What a complete waste of ring time. Robert Garland - Now, hey, hey... Where's this coming from? Can't you focus more on the fact that at least you've got a good match waiting for you in the ring?
I mean, I'm sure the most difficult part will be working off of all that ring rust from most likely working as someone's valet and watching from the sidelines while I've pretty much already suffered every torture device the ring has to over the ones who step between the ropes...
Now... What were you saying?[Rena looked over at Robert and laughed, shaking her head in amusement] Rena: I just hate to see you embarrass yourself out there when you're in the ring with me. But, at any rate ... good luck. I think you'll need it. [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 16:54:16 GMT -5
Pre-Match Talk (Credit: Frank Washington) Charlotte King: Right now I’m here with a man making his return to wrestling, and his making his ACW debut, Frank Washington. Frank gets a moderate pop from the crowd, most of them of which have followed him throughout his career in TRWF, ICW, and his own promotion, the now defunct Extreme Championship Federation-ECF. Charlotte King: Last week you shocked the wrestling world by arriving at Warfare, more than a year after your last match, or appearance for that matter on TV. Many are wondering, the press, the fans, and myself, just where have you been? Frank Washington: Well you see Charlotte, it has been a while, it’s been a while since I’ve been even near a wrestling ring… it has been too long for many. After I essentially dropped off the radar after my company folded, there was a lot of speculation, is he coming back? Is he retired, will he ever wrestle again? I left a lot of question marks out there, and I did nothing to quell the rumors. You see, I myself wasn’t sure of my own future when ECF folded, so I decided to take a sabbatical, regroup, and regain my focus, and hope to regain the passion I once had for this business. After the final show, I cleaned out my office, packed my bags, and went to my home in Stamford, a home I had purchased once I started my company. Being a fan of wrestling myself, I decided to keep up to date, and I watched many promotions, both big and small. You know, from your WWEs, to your TNA, ROH, to your Indies like IZW, New Orleans Championship Wrestling, etc. No matter how many shows, no matter how different promotions I watched, none of them stood out to me, they were all missing that certain something, but I couldn’t just place my finger on it. They were all the same to me, dime a dozen, quality shows, don’t get me wrong, but they just didn’t have “it”. Now I had gotten some booking offers to wrestle for several different companies during this sabbatical, but I felt no need to, I was content in my home, and I just simply didn’t have that drive, that fire for the business I once had. You could say I even considered myself retired from in ring competition. Then a few months back I got a call from my good friend TJ. TJ was telling me of how he had recently joined ACW, and told me of how good of a product it was, told me it was the real deal. So I decided to start watching ACW, I figured why not, I’ll watch it and give it a shot. I have to say, I was impressed with the product. Unlike the others, this promotion, ACW, captured my interest, and for the first time in almost a year, that itch to wrestle started to return. In the weeks that followed, I found myself becoming hooked, looking forward to every Wednesday to catch ACW on TV. I thought to myself, this is the fed I had been looking for, this is something I want to be part of. Then last week, TJ invited me to see the show personally, first hand, and even said he could arrange a meeting for me with new ACW Chairman Mr. Hawthorne. After watching the show, myself, along with Roger and a former employee of mine, Joseph Kahn, went and met with Mr. Hawthorne to talk about employment, and now here I am. Win and I’m in, just that simple. I just hope I don’t suffer from too much ring rust here tonight. Charlotte King: Welcome back Frank, good luck in your match tonight, and hopefully this wont be the last we see of you. Frank Washington: Thanks, and I can guarantee you, and these great fans, that tonight will not be the last time you see me here in ACW. Frank walks off his match moments away, ready to make his return to the squared circle. The cameras then fade to black during the quick commercial break.Announcer guy: Next week, January 27th, live from the Rose Garden, ACW present the first supercard of 2010: The last few weeks on Warfare have all lead to this: Phenomenal takes on London and Shadow defends his title against Vortex, that and more to be announced TONIGHT ON WARFARE! Frank Washington vs KAWADA (Credit: TJ) We come back from an early commercial advertising next week’s supercard and we already see former ACW superstar, KAWADA in the ring. Then out comes Frank Washington, who is wrestling for a contract this week, as per the agreement he and the new chairman made last week during Frank’s visit. Frank gets in the ring and shakes hands with KAWADA. They circle the ring and then lock up. KAWADA rings the right arm of Frank into a hammer lock. He then undoes it and whips Frank against the ropes. Frank ducks a clothesline and bounces off the opposite ropes and hits a clothesline of his own. He then picks KAWADA up and tosses him into the corner. Frank then gets on the second rope and starts the throw some punches into KAWADA’s skull. KAWADA throws Frank off of him. Frank lands on his feet and runs at KAWADA and goes for a corner splash, but KAWADA moves out of the way and Frank crashes into the corner. KAWADA then kicks Frank in the gut. Frank drops to his knees and then KAWADA yells before kicking Frank in the side of the head. Frank falls on his face and KAWADA goes for a pin, but gets only a 2 count. KAWADA screams and pulls him over to the center of the ring. He then picks up Frank and kicks Frank in the gut. But Frank catches it. Frank throws KAWADA’s leg to the side and KAWADA attempts a spinning back fist, but Frank ducks it. As KAWADA spins around to see Frank, he gets hit with a dropsault by Frank. Frank hits a standing moonsault. Frank goes for a cover, but only gets a 2 count. He picks up KAWADA who, then kicks Frank in the gut, which sends Frank back a few steps. He then goes for a Gamengiri (Jumping High Face Kick), but Frank ducks it. KAWADA lands on his feet, but in perfect position for a Game Ender (RKO). Frank covers KAWADA for the victory and his contract in ACW. WINNER: FRANK WASHINGTON
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 16:54:56 GMT -5
* We open the scene backstage of the Key Arena where we see Joseph Khan and TJ standing backstage. TJ is in his ring gear while Joseph is wearing a black suit with a dark blue tie. *Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joseph.Khan I’m nervous TJ. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Is that why you’re wearing the dark suit? Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joseph.Khan Partially. I mean, it’s been what, 9 years since I’ve done an interview. It’s my first one ever done on live TV. Never got the call up from Alanta. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You still talking about the Power Plant days? Look, Joseph, be happy you weren’t called up, it could have only meant bad things. *Just then, turning the corner we see the staple of ACW backstage interviews, Kevin Anderson and Butch the cameraman. Kevin is wearing a white suit with a yellow tie along with a giant smirk as he sees Joseph and TJ and Butch is in a ACW shirt and jeans. *The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Anderson. The.Internet Kevin.Anderson TJ. Khan Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joseph.Khan Anderson. Cameraman.Butch Gi- Hey, where is your other friend. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Raj? He’s talking to Sammy about getting a job here in ACW. Cameraman.Butch Oh, what’s he going to be? Your manager? Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joseph.Khan No. A cameraman. *Butch almost drops his camera in shock. Kevin then steps forward.* The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Sorry about that big guy. But, you’re gonna have to move over Khan, me and Butch have an interview to conduct with your boy. Now, move. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Actually, Joseph is going to be the one conducting this interview. So……we’ll need……these. *TJ takes the papers out of Kevin’s hands and gives them to Joseph.* The.Internet Kevin.Anderson HEY! GIVE ME BACK MY NOTES! *Joseph’s eyes widen when he looks at the notes. He nudges TJ, who looks over.* Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joseph.Khan Some notes. All this has is TJ and Chris Williams vs The Southern Smashers and their last matches. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Anderson, back up and watch how you properly do a interview. *Kevin reluctantly backs up behind Butch who begins to put the camera up. Kevin leans over Butch’s shoulder. *The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Butch! Really man? Cameraman.Butch Look, Kevin, this interview, it’s business. I gotta pay the bills man. If that Raj guy was here, I’d have him and we’d be out of this place in a minute. The.Internet Kevin.Anderson Fine, but I won’t forget this. Cameraman.Butch Whatever. We’re ready Joseph. Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joseph.Khan Alright, you ready TJ? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea. Cameraman.Butch In 5, 4,3,2.. *Butch signals they are recording and a red light lights up on the camera. Joseph brings the mic to his mouth.* Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joseph.Khan Hello there, fans of ACW. I’m Joseph Khan here with me is “The Soul of Philly” TJ, who tonight goes against The Southern Smashers with his partner, fellow Renaissance member, Chris Williams. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea……about that……Chris hasn’t shown up tonight. Soooooooooooooo I think I’m going in this match alone. Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joseph.Khan Well then, this is the match that you were scheduled to have when you were first to debut when you acted then ACW Chairman, Gingerdude, if you could go home because you weren’t ready. Is it easy to say that history won’t repeat itself? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Not exactly. I actually asked Sammy Boy if I could go home this week, but not because I wasn’t ready. I asked because I don’t think the Smashers are ready for me. A lot has happened since that happened last month. I will go into this match 1 on 2 and I will walk out the winner. Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joseph.Khan So, what do you think happened to Chris? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I don’t know. He could have missed his flight. He could have taken a boat from the ACW Island and it could have sunk and he’s still rowing to the shores of America. Someone could have kidnapped him. But it wouldn’t be kidnapping, it’s be mannapping. Wouldn’t it? Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joseph.Khan I’d guess so. So what do you think Dave Shadow, the leader of The Renaissance, thinks about Chris’ actions? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Eh, you know, I don’t know because it could be anything. Chris hasn’t been known to leave without explaining. When Chris came to ECF, I recruited him to be a part of The Impact Playaz, and shortly after joining, he had to leave due to personal issues. Am I surprised? I mean the man’s track record proves it, but I am a bit. At least, he left while Dave wasn’t getting beaten down. That would have pissed both of us off. Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joseph.Khan Speaking of beatdowns on Dave Shadow, last week, you and Chris saved Dave from an attack from Vortex, but the major news came from inside the medical room when Mr. Hawthrone and Vortex entered the room while you, Chris and Dave were in there. He were prepared to, as you put it, “rip his spine out”. With the new chairman standing right there, would you have really done that? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Joseph, you know me. I don’t care who is in the room, the new chairman, my mom, YOUR mom, if there is someone there that needs to get their ass whooped, I’m going to do it unless of course, someone holds me back. But let it be known, Vortex, you decide to jump Dave again, you WILL get your ass beat. Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joseph.Khan Anything else you would like to say? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea. This week is the just the beginning of a new era of ACW. Everyone thinks last week was the start. But this week, the birth of a new era begins. This week THE brightest young star in ACW, “THE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL OF PHILLY” TJ makes an impact. Greatness in its truest form makes its place at the table. And this week, for the Southern Smashers, their nightmares in their physical forms will be unleashed in that ring. Be damned sure of that! *TJ walks away as Joseph watches. Butch turns the camera off and starts to take it down. Joseph walks towards Kevin and puts the mic in his hand, forcefully.* Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joseph.Khan I believe, THAT’S how you conduct a interview. *Joseph walks in the same direction as TJ. Kevin’s face gets red in anger as we fade away.*
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 16:55:27 GMT -5
This one is for Jefferson and Freeman, my biggest fans By Dave Shadow As we cut backstage once again, we find Charlotte King walking along the hallways of the arena, looking as good as ever. Beside her strides a man, below average height, slightly pudgy and big glasses covering most of his face. He has a massive smile spread across his face, as if he’s won the lottery. Indeed, the man has actually won something; the chance to interview an ACW superstar of his choice. Following Hawthorne’s appointment, he asked ACW.com to start a competition whereby a member of the ACW fanbase would receive the chance to question one of their heroes. Good for public relations, you see. And this is the winner.
Jack Childson had never met anyone famous before. His biggest achievement to date was appearing on TV very briefly during the inauguration of Obama; he didn’t have a big role or anything. The TV cameras had passed right by him, and as such, he achieved his 2 seconds of fame. Worse, those two seconds happened to be as he was picking his nose. His friends and family had never let him forget this. Still, after tonight, that moment would be forgotten. Instead, he would forever be remembered as the man who got to interview....
King: You ready for this?Jack snapped back to reality, as he realised that King had led him directly to the dressing room of the ACW superstars. He really couldn’t believe his luck. He had entered the competition but never thought he’d actually win, that he’d actually get to not only attend the ACW show but also to interview his idol.
King: Ok, let’s see if he’s in. King rose her arm and stretched it out towards the door, getting ready to knock. However, just before she did rap on the door, a voice came from the far end of the hall.
Dave: Looking for me, King?King and Jack looked down the hall. There, standing with his bag over one of his shoulder, the title belt flung over the other proudly and dressed in a fine suit, was the ACW Champion. Dave Shadow. Dave looked the image of a champion, as he strode towards the two of them. He took off the sunglasses he was wearing and stretched out his hand to Jack. Jack looked at it for a few seconds in awe before taking it and shaking it vigorously.
Dave: Dave Shadow. World Champ. Damn, I never get tired of saying that. Who is your friend, King?King: This, Dave, is the winner of ACW.com’s “Interview the Stars” competition. He won himself the chance to interview his favourite member of the ACW roster. Dave: Seriously? Ok then, let’s do this. Give him the mic, King. Jack’s smile dropped slightly. He still was delighted to meet the champion in Dave Shadow, but at the same time, it appeared as if there had been something of a misunderstanding. He looked at King who turns a bright shade of red. Jack just stared blankly at the two of them.
Dave: Um, Jack. This is the part where you ask the questions. Here, I’ll start you off. King usually asks me what are my thoughts ahead of my match tonight. I know, rather unoriginal, But it’s a decent starting point. So I was told I’ll be facing Adrian Flamingo for the first time, one on one. And you know what? I’m actually looking forward to this. Flamingo has some wicked abilities and I think this is going to be one hell of a match up. I, of course, watched Flamingo rise to fame in the past. And now, I get the chance to fight him in a match. Sure, I could rant about how this is my chance to beat another legend and cement myself as the greatest ACW star of all time. But I won’t. Instead, I say that I can’t wait to face him, and that I promise it’s going to be a real treat for the fans.Jack looks back and forth between King and Dave. King simply rolls her hands, indicating him to roll with it. She knows that once Dave starts off on a monologue, there’s little chance of shutting him up.
Dave: Now, the next question that she usually asks is about whoever is the “big bad” at the moment. Who is playing mind games with Shadow, and who is Shadow’s next BIG match against. Well, I guess that for this show, that would be Vortex. The man who made a physical impact two weeks ago, made a psychological one last week and will no doubt continue trying to make one tonight. You know, I saw potential in Vortex months ago, and I knew it was only a matter of time before he started aiming his sights a little higher. And I appreciate the fact he’s trying to make a name for himself off me. Hell, I tried the same thing when I joined ACW. Back when I was trying to make a name for myself, I challenged BK London to a match. I challenged Dan White to matches. I challenged Thunderkiss and a load of other legends to matches. It’s the nature of the wrestling industry. People want to make their names off the back of other’s success. Let me tell you....um.... Dave looks at Jack but can’t remember his name. King makes the save.
King: Jack.Dave: JACK! Jack, let me tell you something. The only way you can ever make a name for yourself is by getting yourself involved in someone else business. The spotlight in the wrestling industry is very small, very thin and very faint. Only big enough to let a few people shine. SO what happens is the smaller fish challenge the bigger ones for the spot light. They fling themselves into it and try to knock the other out. Now, it would be hypocritical of me to give out about someone doing that. It’s what I’ve done my entire career. It’s what everyone does in this sport, whereby it’s very nature, there can only be a winner and a loser. So who will be the winner and the loser in this story? We can but wait until the supercard to find out.Dave smiles at King and Jack; King nods in agreement with Dave, while Jack opens his mouth. Before he can speak again though, his eyes glance quickly at Dave’s bag. This is all the motivation Dave needs to open it up.
Dave: OH, I’m sure you’re wondering what’s in the bag. See, the ACW Awards show was last Sunday and I happened to pick one or two...or five awards up. So I brought them with me.Dave opens the bag and lets the others peer inside. In the bag, the others spot five golden trophies, all with the ACW logo carved into them. Their eyes open up.
King: Wow, go Dave.Dave: I know. I guess the fans just love me King: Weren’t you in charge of the awards?Dave: Yes.King: And you just happened to win so many.Dave: ......Dave zips up the bag again quickly.
Dave: SO, Jack. How was that then? You enjoy the interview? Went well. You could have a future in the business.Jack: opens his mouth to talk, but Dave puts up his hand.
Dave: No need to thank me. I try and make time for all of my fans.King and Jack look at each other for a few moments, before Jack tries talking again, this time managing to get a few words in, as Dave stops for breath.
Jack: I wanted to interview Thunderkiss. Dave: Huh?Jack: Thunderkiss. I won the competition and asked to interview my idol. Thunderkiss! Dave’s face turns a dark shade of red, as King steps back, trying to hold her laughter in.
Jack: You may be the champion, but Thunderkiss is the real face of ACW. This didn’t count as the interview, did it? I still get to meet Thunderkiss. King: Yeah, don’t worry about it. Listen, there’s a vending machine just up there. Why don’t you run and get a drink and then I’ll introduce you to TK.Jack nods and looks at Dave again, glaring at him. He walks off, as King starts laughing, Dave just continuing to turn red.
Dave: Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.King: Oh, I’m sorry. But you know what they say happens when you assume.Dave rolls his eyes and starts to move past her, heading into the dressing room. Before he can fully enter and leave the scene though, King puts her arm out and grabs him. Dave stops and looks back.
Dave: Yeah?King looks at the ground before talking, quietly.
King: While we’re on the topic of Thunderkiss....Dave: The whole SLA thing?King; Yeah. I know this may sound like I’m just doing my job but I mean this as a friend. He’s made it pretty clear what he’s setting his sights on. King looks at Dave’s title, as Dave’s eyes follow hers. The two look back at each other.
Dave: You know what? TK can run his mouth all he wants about SLA and how he’s going to do this and do that. But so long as I hold this ACW World Championship, Thunderkiss can just keep talking, cause there’s no way I will ever let him or SLA take over this place. If it’s my duty to carry the ACW banner, then I do it with pride. And that’s the last I’m going to talk on it.Dave heads into the dressing room and closes the door, as we fade to black....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 16:58:30 GMT -5
Match 1: Thiago Gracie vs. Alex Trixer (Credit: Mainer) Alex Trixer V Thiago Gracie Credit: Daniel Mainer[/center][/u][/size] MATCH BEGINNING, MIDDLE AND END: The match started quickly as no sooner had Alex Trixer got into the ring he received a stiff bare foot snap kick straight to the head. Slumped against the ropes, the Armbar Warrior went straight into the full mount position and started to rain down punches and palm-strikes as Trixer barely could get a word out. When it seemed like Gracie was about ready to put Trixer unconscious he rapidly dismounted and extended an arm of gesture to Trixer. Trixer sheepishly accepted and Gracie pulled him to his feet. Stepping back into the centre of the ring with Trixer’s hand still in his own he kept over eagerly shaking that hand... UNTIL suddenly, that hand-shake was twisted into a Wrist Lock at full extent range which Trixer just did nothing about. Without letting go of the hand, Gracie did a front-flip onto the floor landing on his back as Trixer got lead into a hunched down position. Slowly, Gracie’s legs kicked back up teasingly slowly before finally locking around Trixer’s arm and within seconds there was a Victory by Armbar. Trixer tapped out instantly, but Gracie held it in for about fifteen seconds after the bell rang. The overly-eager Gracie threw up his arms to celebrate before declaring his famous catchphrase. VICTORY BY ARMBAR!Winner: Thiago Gracie VIA Attitude Adjus-Armbar.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:00:15 GMT -5
Round Two [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] As the camera cuts backstage, Vortex can be seen walking through the halls of the ACW arena. Whenever Vortex is walking through the halls without a known destination, it can only mean one thing…and interview. Kevin: Vortex! Do you have a moment? Vortex spins around and greets Kevin with a stern look. Kevin ignores the look, holds the microphone up to Vortex’s mouth and waits for an answer.Vortex: I’m going to make this easy and say…yes.Kevin: You face Thunderkiss tonight, and if my calculations are correct it has been nearly three years since you two faced off against one another last. Any comments? Vortex goes to make a comment, however his mind wanders off as he recalls the last encounter they had…---Thunderkiss is CLUTCHING HIS HEAD IN PAIN! Vortex backs up and pulls the ref forward to check on Thunderkiss! The ref pulls TK’s hands down and there is a huge red spot on his head, but NO blood! Vortex mouths off a few obsenities and grabs the ladder once again! He comes back up to the fallen TK with it and once again gets ready to spike it into his face! Thunderkiss’ “Spider-Sense” kicks in and he sees whats coming a mile away. With much effort, he leaps up and KICKS the ladder right into the mouth of Vortex, almost knocking out a few teeth in the process! Vortex falls back in pain and clutches his mouth as hard as he can – HOWEVER – he cannot hide the blood that is pouring out as it spills from his hands! The ref looks over and sees it and immediately ends the match! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Is that blood on the hand of Vortex? YES! The ref has seen it and has called for the bell! ---As he comes back to his senses, Vortex notices Kevin is staring at him with a look of impatience. Vortex: Yeah…the last time we met, it didn’t go so well for me. Back then, I was still new to the business though, and that was my first title match to boot. Needless to say, I was very inexperienced. A lot has changed in three years Kevin, I am not only older but wiser. There may be no stipulation or title on the line this time, however I will treat it the same. Kevin: It is a good idea to prepare yourself like that considering you are facing Dave Shadow at the Supercard for the World Championship belt! I know you have been fond of attacking him lately, any explanation as to why? Vortex folds his arms and looks at Kevin. Vortex: I am tired of hearing that people are surprised to see me going after the belt. My attacks prove that I am just as fit to hold the belt as Dave is. I am not all about brute force however, last week I chose not to attack Dave. Kevin: But, why? Wouldn’t directly attacking him show that you are more dominant? Vortex: No, it would show I have a one-track mind. I aim to be unpredictable, Kevin. Throwing Dave off of both his physical and mental game creates double the opportunity for me walking away with the title. If I would simply beat him physically, his mind would mentally prepare for the next beating, creating a harder target. Kevin: That is some interesting logic! Aren’t you worried about retaliation though? Vortex: I see you forget my ordeal with The Reprobate last year. Group attacks are nothing new to me, and if you care to go back and look…I was able to overcome all obstacles thrown my way. This will be no different, if either of the other two men decide to get involved, I will give them a reason to want to be on Dave’s leash. Kevin: It sounds as if you are aiming for total victory here. Vortex: I am going to assume you are expressing concern at setting my sights too high, otherwise that is a very stupid statement. Setting your sights low in this business gets you nowhere Kevin. Even if I lose, people will remember that I stepped up, and it will create a greater fan base…and thus more income. Kevin: You are starting to sound like Hawthorne now… Vortex: Like it or not, with our current pay rates it is time to think about business. Speaking of business, I have a meeting with our chairman in about 10 minutes, and I’d hate to piss the guy off anymore after the stipulation he’s placed on my match with Shadow. Vortex walks away from Kevin, who turns and walks the other way as the camera fades to black.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:00:33 GMT -5
The Morning After The Night Before Jack Jefferson Wednesday night. January 13th 2010.
Jefferson stumbles up the steps to his apartment, clinging to the rail for dear life as he pitches and sways. Suddenly, all those Jaegerbombs don’t seem like such a good idea. Finally at the top of the steps Jefferson relinquishes his grip and attempts to stand up straight under his own power. It doesn’t really work and only his natural reflexes stop him from tumbling backwards down the stone steps as he grabs the rail at the very last possible moment. Hoisting himself back upwards onto the top step Jefferson slumps against the door as he jams his hand into his pocket. The jangling of keys and loose change can be heard but somehow Jefferson’s hand comes out empty. He stares at his empty palm for a few seconds, repeatedly moving it closer to and then further from his face as he fights a losing battle to focus on it. Suddenly Jefferson lurches around and vomits over the rail and down onto the grass below. Wiping his mouth on his sleeve Jefferson is eventually able to fish his keys out of his pocket with his other hand. Repeatedly aiming and missing, it takes him quite some time to slot his key into the lock. Finally, he is able to get the key into the lock and he drunkenly grins to himself as the lock clicks open. Stepping forward, Jefferson trips on the lip at the bottom of the door and tumbles face-first onto his floor where he promptly falls asleep. The keys, still in the lock, jangle in the breeze but Jefferson is unable to hear them, he’s already dead to the world.
The next morning.
The sun is shining and the air is less cold than it’s been recently so Stephanie is feeling in a great mood as she pulls up outside Jefferson’s place. Whistling a quiet tune to herself she shuts off the ignition she steps out of the car and inhales deeply, enjoying the crisp fresh air. Smiling contentedly to herself she begins ascending the steps, making quick progress up to Jefferson’s flat. Upon seeing the door flung open and him still sound asleep on the floor she stops in her tracks, her facial expression instantly shifting to that of a concerned woman. She rolls him over and gasps as her gaze settles on his face. In the morning light it is plain to see the marks, dried blood and deep-purple black eye he suffered last night. Her worry growing she shakes him to wake him. Confused and bleary eyed he is eventually successfully awakened.Stephanie: Jack! Jack! Wake up! Jefferson simply groans, unable to make anything out other than a blurred outline of a Stephanie and his pounding head stopping him from being able to process anything close to rational thought.Stephanie: Jack, it’s me...Stephanie! What the hell happened to you? With another groan Jefferson attempts to simply roll over and drift off back to the more peaceful land of nod, but Stephanie won’t allow him to and shakes him once more to rouse him. This time she has more success and Jefferson actually sits up, squinting and wincing as he attempts to block the sunlight from getting into his eyes and further worsening his thumping headache. Rubbing his eyes he finally manages some actual words. He looks extremely confused with the current situation, having just realised that he isn’t actually in his bed.Jefferson: Where the hell am I? Stephanie: On the floor. Looks like you had too much to drink last night! Jefferson: Yeah... Stephanie: What the hell happened to your face? Jefferson: Long story. Will you grab me a couple of Ibuprofen? My head is pounding! Stephanie: I’ve got time. What happened? Jefferson: Seriously, just go get me some Ibuprofen or summat. I’ll tell you all about it when I’ve got something in me to sort my head out. Feels like it’s ready to split in two! Realising that she’s not going to get anywhere if she doesn’t fetch him some painkillers Stephanie wanders off into the kitchen, filling a glass with water and grabbing a couple of Ibuprofen pills. When she returns Jefferson has manoeuvred himself over to the sofa. He smiles gratefully as she hands him the glass and the pills, rapidly necking the pills and washing them down with a large gulp of water.Stephanie: Well? Jefferson: Yeah alright, alright. Well what happened was that after getting kicked out of the arena I decided to-- Stephanie: You got kicked out of the arena? Jefferson: Yeah, so I decided-- Stephanie: What the hell for? Jefferson: Well I made that most heinous of mistakes, crossing the boss. Turns out he doesn’t like having his decisions questioned. Stephanie: What do you mean? Jefferson: Well, I confronted him about my lack of title rematch didn’t I. We had words, some of them quite choice, and next thing I know I’m out on my arse! Stephanie: That’s bullshit! Jefferson: You’re telling me. Anyway, as I was saying, I decided to go drown my sorrows at a nearby bar. I wasn’t in the best of moods, as you’d imagine. Stephanie: So you got into a fight? Jesus Jack, what have I told you about drinking when you’re-- Jefferson: Not quite, it was the bouncers...all 3 of them. Me and some random bloke got into it when he brought up me losing my title and before it got physical they dragged me out and went to town on me. Stephanie: Those animals! Jefferson: Yeah, you’re not kidding! One of the hazards of the job it seems. When you make your living how I do people think they can make a name for themselves off the back of you. It’s frustrating as hell, but what can you do? Just as Stephanie is about to answer Jefferson’s rhetorical question, undoubtedly with something he doesn’t want to hear, the phone begins ringing. Clutching his head, Jefferson hauls himself out of his seat and makes his way over to the phone as quickly as he can.Jefferson: What? ... Say that again. ... Suspended? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! ... Without pay?! For how long? ... A whole week? Fuck you, you fucking cunt! Slamming the phone down in frustration Jefferson winces, the loud bang not doing his head any favours. Stephanie looks worried and Jefferson looks straight-up furious.Stephanie: Who was that? What’s wrong? Jefferson: ACW, apparently I’m suspended for the next Warfare...without pay! Stephanie: For asking for what you’ve earned? They can’t do this! I’ll get onto my brother; he’s in business, he knows a few great lawyers. Thinking quickly, Jefferson comes up with an alternative plan to prevent Stephanie from delving any further into this issue. After all, it’d be a disaster if she found out what really happened; it was only some random sound guy, dispensable if anything, but there’s no way she’d see it that way. With Stephanie already halfway to the phone Jefferson grabs her by the arm and pulls her into an embrace.Jefferson: Don’t bother, this guy will have a huge legal team like Ginger did; I can manage without one week’s worth of pay. Anyway, this means that I’m free on Wednesday so maybe we could go out, have a little fun? Stephanie: Yeah? Jefferson: Of course. Bullet dodged for Jefferson and Stephanie who is now wearing a huge smile. He thinks about kissing her but realises that it wouldn’t be a good idea considering there is the faint odour of vomit hanging around him.Jefferson: Now, I hate to ruin such a lovely moment but I really need to go sleep off this hangover. You should go shopping for a dress for Wednesday; get something good, I wanna take you some place nice. Stephanie: Ok, but first will you please go take a shower? You’ve still got a bit of dried blood on your face. Jefferson: Fine, fine. Now go, here’s my wallet. I think there might be some money left from last night. Excitedly, Stephanie takes the wallet from him and hastily makes her exit. Jefferson, exhausted and definitely worse for wear, staggers into his bedroom. He decides against showering and gets straight into bed, he can always get showered after he’s slept this almighty hangover off.
Fade to Black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:00:55 GMT -5
Segment - Origin Saga Ch.3/Char and Turmoil credit - redbadger(Robert Garland) *It was the most horrible sight I have ever seen in my entire life as I looked at the flames engulfing the only things I had left to my name...
... RED?!
*Squeak...*
...How did this happen?
Police officer - From eyewitness reports sir, it seems...
[/i] Max - I know Sarah, it's been a hell'uva night hasn't it! But you know, I owe it all to Frank here! If he didn't phone me last night letting me know about this place... Damn, who knows what we've been doin'! Sarah - Probably... The normal business am I right? He he... Frank - *puffing on a cigarette*Heh... Chill out you two love birds. We've still got all night and I've still got lots of booze in my system to waste away! Ha Ha!
So! I suggest we head down the street, 'round the corner, up the next street and then finally back to our hotel!Max - Sounds good man! Who knew New Orleans night life was all night! Sarah - He He... But first can I make one request?... Max - Sarah - Heh... Wipe that smirk off your face baby... This one's for Frank! Max - Frank - Relax bro, she's smashed Haha!Sarah - Am not!
...Anyway... Frankie... Can you do me a favor?... Frank - What's up? Sarah - Can you stop smoking those damn cigarettes! They're gonna kill you or someone else one of these days! Max - ...*phew*Frank - Haha! Sure! I'll just take one last puff and toss it! Sarah and Max look on as Frank does just that. After one more puff, Frank tosses his drag into a nearby alleyway, smiling to his friends and starting to head off, leaving the alleyway behind as the cigarette remains, an ashy cinder dripping from it as it falls in a pool of alcohol, next to a spilled bottle of Jack Daniels before starting a small blaze that quickly envelopes more and more raging larger and larger in the silence of the night... [/i] FIRE!SOMEBODY CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT![/size] [/center] [/quote] Robert Garland - Three kids did this?...
Police Officer - Yes sir, from the witnesses, two males, one female... Heights, 5'10, 6'2 and the woman at 5'7. All we've found left behind is a scorched cigarette packet...
Robert Garland - Hilton Hotel?...
Red - *Squeak...*
Robert Garland - Wait a minute!... Where's Bobo?!
Red - ......
Robert Garland - Where is he, Officer?
*But I knew...
My eyes turned back to the engulfing flames with both fear and worry... All I knew is that I was once again watching my home burn before my eyes... Except the last time was my own attempted murder of myself and my actual murder of that family of badgers living under it...
This time however, this one was not my doing but my home all the same... Three kids have now brought me to the grave site of my best friend... The ashes rose high into the air as my legs dropped me to the cement, tears dripping down my face as I slammed one first after the other into the ground, cursing louder and louder with pain and anguish in every word.
For a moment it seemed liked the entire world was looking on to my show, my showing my sadness in the middle of the street as the officers pushed the on-lookers back and the firefighters did their best to contain this disaster. Memories began to run through my head like an old home movie as tears continued to wet the ground below, Red looking on as his master fought his battle against grief...
*Squeak....*
[/i] *He almost seemed to show his own version of sadness in that echoing screech... My legs now lifting me back to my feet, my eyes once again locking on the flames and my body beginning to run away from it all, wishing and hopping that this was all a sick dream... That someone would call my name and wake me up from this torment... [/i] ...[/b] ...[/b] ...Garland?
Is that what you wanted to hear?
TIME TO WAKE UP? HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!![/color][/size] ..........Sir, we've found a man! He looks to be in serious medical condition!Fade...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:02:37 GMT -5
“GET READY FOR FREDDIE!” Credit: Freddie Maddox & Thunderkiss [There have been many new talents added to the Alpha Championship Wrestlingroster over the past few weeks and each has been struggling to adjust to their new surroundings. Some will go on to make bigger bucks on their way to superstardom while others will fall by the wayside. If Freddie Maddox has anything to say about it, he will be cashing checks from Samuel Hawthorne for many years to come. However as he will soon find out, it will take more than just arm bars and leg locks to see that it will happen. As a large 353 pound shadow casts itself over his person, he is about ready to get a crash corse in wrestling politics 101.] Freddy Maddox: Oh cool, hey dude. I figured we would cross paths sooner or later since you're one of the big dogs around here.Thunderkiss: Say no more. I know who you are. And we didn’t “cross paths.” I came here to see you on my own accord.Freddy Maddox: Me? Why, what did I do? I'm sorry if I did something wrong, man!-Thunderkiss: Calm down crackerjack! You see, Fred, the reason I made this visit is because I see a lot of myself in you.Freddy Maddox: You do?[/color] Thunderkiss: Sure do. I see the same hunger in your eye that I once had when I came into this business. I see a kid that is willing to do whatever it takes to have his name placed atop the card. But I also see a kid who has no idea how to play politics. Neither did I and that is why I never truly achieved more than what I have earned here. I was buried underneath people who didn’t know how to talk or entertain just because I was new and didn’t know the right people. Needless to say from my reputation, I wasn’t about to get down on my hands and knees and kiss ass, either. You have a long hard road ahead of you, Freddie.Freddy Maddox: Well, your advice is interesting. Do you have any advice for me as I travel this path? Thunderkiss: My best advice for you is to learn how to pucker up.Freddy Maddox: Nah man, I'm not ever sinking that low.Thunderkiss: You sure about that, Fred? If you want to make it here in ACW get those lips ready. You could sell more tickets and put more asses in seats but if your name isn’t Senator Steve Phillips or BK London your lucky to get ten minutes of screen time per show, that is if they don’t yank you off for showing them up. Luckily it’s not hard for me to shoot my mouth off and take what was mine despite their best efforts. Now you, Freddie, look like a soften spoken kinda guy. I don’t know how well that will work for you.Freddy Maddox: I don't know, I doubt it would go too well. Thunderkiss: Or, you could join me and make it to the top without having to go through all the bullshit?Freddy Maddox: Join you? -- in what?Thunderkiss: In SLA, of course. A revolution is underway, Freddie. One that will reward those with vision and talent, two things you surely have. Never will I ask you to beg for a spot, instead I will let you earn it. But I can’t do it alone, I need help from people like you to push the old guard out of the way so that we may take over.Freddy Maddox: TK, I appreciate your offer. I mean, it means a lot, but I am not sure of all this. ACW did give me my big break, after all.Thunderkiss: Can’t say that I am shocked by your answer, Fred. I expect it, as well as your eventual change of heart. To grow one must learn from their mistakes and I am 500% confident that very soon you will come face to face with the challenges I forewarned you about. When that time comes, know that I will not greet you with a “I told you so” but rather with “welcome, brother.”Freddy Maddox: Maybe you will TK, maybe you will.[Freddy tries to smile before slowly backing away however TK extends a hand.] Freddy Maddox: I didn't agree to anything? Thunderkiss: I know. Call it an early welcome to the group...brother. [TK winks and grins as Freddy looks unsure before shaking the hand of the man standing before him. The two part, going in opposite directions.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:04:08 GMT -5
Still Going... By Dave Shadow & TJ As we cut back to the arena, we find the cameraman has positioned himself by the announce table, facing Edison and McNally. The two commentators sit there with solemn looks on their face, looking quite serious as they begin to talk.
McNally: Ladies and gentlemen, before the show went to air, we learned some very disturbing information. This morning, Chris Williams was found assaulted in his hotel room. Edison: It would appear as if someone broke into his room during the night and did some form of damage. His current condition is currently undisclosed, and we wish him all the best in making a speedy recovery.[/i] The camera cuts backstage, where Dave Shadow and TJ stand looking at a monitor set up on a box. They are silent, as they listen to the commentators talking.McNally: You know, it seems that when people get close to Dave Shadow, they turn out to be attacked alot. Edison:One of the “benefits” of aligning yourself with the current World Champion.TJ reaches out and switches off the monitor, as Dave’s brow drops even more. He just continues staring at the screen, even though its off, deep in contemplation. TJ is the one who breaks the silence.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You hear anymore about what happened? Dave: No, but I can take a guess.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You figure it could be Phenomenal? It’s got his M.O. all over it. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s attacked someone who has aligned themselves with you. Dave: Your right in the fact it looks like Chris did it. But it’s too obvious. I think it’s more likely we have another culprit to blame. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Vortex? Dave: Makes sense. He’s been trying to get into my head over the last few weeks, and as much as I hate to admit it, he’s been doing a great job. Between attacking me two weeks ago and the way he could have done again last week, he’s obviously trying to make a name off me. I’m sorry....The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Whoa! Sorry for what exactly? Don’t say what I think you’re gonna say. Dave: Do you think it’s a good idea to stick round, seeing what’s just happened to Chris? Maybe this team thing was a bad idea?The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Hey, don’t you dare say that. Dave, I’m not going anywhere. I made a promise to you to help you out here, and I knew the risks when I agreed. What happened to Chris was horrible, but if it was Vortex, trying to get another twisted psychological win over you....he’s probably hoping I will walk away. If it was Chris, then you know what, he’s fucked. You think you two have history? It’s nothing compared to the history we have. But I’m starting to think it was Vortex, so he’s got one thing on his mind… Dave: Divide and conquer. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Exactly. So I’ll be damned if I’m letting him win that way too. Don’t worry about me. I’ll watch my back. I am more than a match for Vortex, Chris or anyone else for that matter. I’d love for either of them to try, because they will regret it. Dave: Ha. Nice to see you’re gaining a bit more confidence.Dave smiles for the first time in the scene and turns away, starting to walk away. TJ follows after him, the two men making their way back towards the dressing rooms.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ That’s why I joined you Dave. That’s why I jumped at the chance. You help me to see the potential I have, and that I haven’t even reached it yet. And the best way to reach it, learn from the world champ. I have your back Dave, it’s the least I owe you. Dave: TJ, let me assure you that you will become a top level talent with or without my help. You’re young, you’re talented, you’re eager…The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Exactly. I’m eager. Eager to learn and who better to learn off than the champ. So I’m not going anywhere. Now. How do we get revenge? I’ve been eying up his spine for a while now.... Dave: Yeah you have. But again I say, we won’t sink to his level.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You said that last week. I swear Dave if he tries anything else funny. I’m gonna go after him. Dave: I face Vortex next week at the supercard and you can put money on this. I will be walking out just as I walked in to the match. With the World Championship over my shoulder. He may like to think he’s gaining all these advantages over me, playing mind games. Well, the ultimate win for me will come when I show him that none of them work.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Dave Shadow: the unshakeable World Champ. Dave: I like that. Ring the merchandise department and get them making another t-shirt.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Will do. The two reach a split in the hallways and start to move down different directions. Before they completely split for the time being though, TJ turns round, walking backwards.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Dave, don’t you worry about me or Vortex. You’ve got it in the bag, champ! The camera focuses on Dave as TJ walks away. Dave looks after him as he goes, but with TJ not looking, the smile fades from the champ’s face. Dave may like to act the lucky-go-happy champ, but he’s smart enough to worry about every and any threat that’s launched. The scene fades as Dave stares off into the distance, contemplating his next challenge, as we cut to the next seg....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:04:55 GMT -5
Title: The Trap Credit: Trent Wheeler/Criminal The locker room is shown. Trent Wheeler and Ryan Stark walk in, Wheeler carrying a briefcase. He sets it down on a bench, taking a seat beside it. Stark remains standing.Trent Wheeler I don't know if it was such a good idea to keep my valuables in here Rai. Ryan Stark Naw, don't worry about a thing Trenty. Just keep it in here and I'll watch it for ya. Trent Wheeler So, I can go work out? And you'll stay here and watch it? Ryan Stark Yeah. Now go on Trenty! Wheeler rises from the bench and bump fists with Stark. He leaves the room. Stark lays down on the bench, and begins humming "All Star" by Smash Mouth. After a few seconds he stops, a confused look on his face.Ryan Stark Oh my God. I'm singing Smash Mouth. This is gonna be a long night. Better get something to eat. One second alone won't hurt anything. Stark gets up from the bench and walks towards the doorway. He pauses and looks back towards the briefcase. His wallet, rings, car keys. Yeah, I'll be fine. Stark finally leaves the room, leaving Wheeler's valuables in the open. Criminal walks around the corner noticing as Stark walks away. The evil grin that was once seen before is seen again whilst the man walks towards the door. He proceeds into the darkened room, flipping on the light switch, and notices the left belongings. Criminal proceeds over to the suitcase, reading the name plate. "Trent Wheeler", He quickly looks inside to find the same wallet that was left by himself in Trents old car. Criminal grabs and takes the cash out, quickly placing it back into the suit case. He continues to rumage through noticing the car keys, yet again placed in easy grasps. Criminal grabs them, then looks around the locker room. He begins to notice that he is wasting way to much time with Stark to appear back shortly. Criminal drops the keys back in the suitcase and walks out of the room, trying to disappear before being noticed. Stark returns noticing that something just doesn't seem right, and quickly calls Wheeler's cell.Trent: What's up Rai? Stark: Hey Trenty...I might have just messed up. Trent: What are you talking about? Stark: Well your items seem to be a little shuffled, after I left for just a minute Trent. It's like someone has it out for you. They had to of been watc... Trent cuts Stark off before he can even finish his sentence.Trent: Criminal! He has been making my life hell every since i became the Entertainment Champion. Stark I'll call you back. Stark: Wait. Trent: I'LL CALL YOU BACK!! Stark continues to try to talk before noticing that Trent has already hung up. The split screen angle then moves to Trent being in the gym. He looks livid as he scrolls through his contacts and quickly calls someone. We are left to assume that he is calling Stark back until the voices are heard.[glow=red,2,300]Voice:[/glow] Trent, Trent, Trent, I was awaiting for your call. Trent: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU TAKE! Everyone is quickly able to assume that it is Criminal on the other end of the line.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Trent, Do you really think that I of all people would take something from you. Trent: Hell yes! You've already taken not one, but two of my cars [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Well maybe if I was given the chance to receive the wonderful pay raise that you have for being Entertainment Champion I wouldn't need you for money. Trent: Meet me at the gym. We are going to end this once and for all. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Trent, it will be my pleasure to beat your ass at the gym. I will be there very soon. Criminal hangs up. Trent quickly calls back Stark.Trent: Rai. Hehehe. He's coming. You know what to do. Stark: See? This is a non-violent, fast solution to our- Trent: Just go Rai! Trent hangs up his cell. The camera switches it's focus to a single shot on Criminal's front. He's ready for Trent. He enters the gym. Criminal's eyes widen for a split second, but he quickly regains his composture. The view switches over to Trent and reveals two police officiers standing beside him.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: What's going on? Trent: I heard you have some illegal substances in your car. These fine officiers would like to check. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: That's fine by me Trent. I'm clean. The two officiers and Trent move forward. The group begins to walk towards the parking lot, with Trent and Criminal in the lead. Criminal leans over to Trent. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I hope you don't think I'm that much of an idiot to keep things in my car Trent. Trent: Oh I don't. Just remember my background. This is a one-time thing. I won't like this anymore than you will. The group reaches the parking lot. Ryan Stark is hanging around the entrance waiting for them.Stark: Finally your here! Here's your stuff Trenty. Stark throws Trent a gym bag. Criminal looks over, seemingly annoyyed at the switch.Trent: Thanks for watching it Stark. Alright guys, that's the vehicle. Officier One: Criminal, before we begin, is there anything we should know about? Want to confess anything beforehand? [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: There shouldn't be anything in my car! Criminal glaces over towards Stark, who just smiles back. The police open the car. They check every compartment and upon opening the glove box, find 5 grams of pot, all divided up into seperate baggies. They walk back over to Criminal.Officier One: What do you suppose this is? [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] What? That isn't mine! THESE BASTARDS SET ME UP! Officier Two: Like we haven't heard that a thousand times. Stark: Well we'll let you guys do your job. See ya Criminal. Trent and Stark walk away leaving Criminal behind to go to jail for the night. Stark: Look what i got while I was in there Trenty. Visa! Trent: Hey! I said not to take anything, it's bad enough we had the drugs. Stark: Don't worry Trenty. Tonight we celebrate...on Criminal's pay. Trent and Stark begin to walk away. You can hear Criminal being read his rights as he is placed in the back of the squad car. The camera catches the evil glare coming from Criminals eyes which are also filled with the look of revenge.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:05:44 GMT -5
Match 2: TJ and Chris Williams vs. The Southern Smashers
With the stunning news that Chris Williams was attacked in his hotel room, their were rumors abound as to whether this match would go on as scheduled, but with The Southern Smashers making their way down the ring, and then TJ following suit, it appeared as if the originally scheduled tag team match was going to be a handicap match instead.
The match started off with TJ and Rich Richardson coming together in the middle of the ring, the smaller Richardson trying to go toe to toe with TJ and failing miserably, TJ backing him into the far corner and nearly obliterating him with a series of knife edge chops, before pulling him out of the corner and taking him down with a snapmere and then a vicious savate kick to the back of the head causing him to topple over. With his partner down, Evan Dickson came racing in and ate a devesating Impact Bomb, the two handed choke slam from TJ. Things didn’t look good but the two men teamed up and tried to use numbers of their advantage, eventually dropping TJ to one knee with some blows but once Carter Donovan got involved things were different. After sending Dickson out, Richardson whipped him into the corner but TJ threw and connected with an elbow that knocked Dickson off the apron and as Richardson came in, TJ took him down with a massive clothesline. Once he got up the impressive showing from TJ was cemented as he ended things off with a soul buster, finishing off the Southern Smashers in under three minutes.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:06:00 GMT -5
Segment: Interview Privilege (Credit: Michael Smart)
The scene opens up backstage, in a hallway of the Key Arena. There are members of the ACW staff making their way through the hallway, busy as always with the show. One person, however, is keeping his calm demeanor. Wearing blue tights and a white vest, Michael Smart is walking down the hallway, focused on heading forward. Staff members run by him, careful not to get in the way of Michael, who seems to be heading for the door to his locker room. As Michael is extending his arm towards the door handle, however, he is stopped by a voice.
??: Mr. Smart, do you have a minute?
Michael looks in the direction of the voice, seeing Charlotte King walk towards him, a mic in her right hand.
Michael Smart: What is it?
Charlotte King: I just have a few questions to ask you, if you don't mind?
Michael Smart: Not at all, go ahead.
Charlotte takes a moment to brush a few strands of hair from her face before asking her first question.
Charlotte King: Last week you went one on one against the Red Panther, who came out the victor in your bout. What are your feelings about this?
Charlotte raises the mic to Michael's mouth, allowing him to answer.
Michael Smart: My feelings? Well, I think that it was a close fight and Panther managed to come out on top this time, for which I respect him. I believe this makes me 1-1 against him, and I wouldn't mind having a tie-breaker contest in the near future.
Charlotte pulls the mic back to ask her next question.
Charlotte King: Also last week you had a confrontation with Jack Jefferson, telling him that he should stop complaining about not having a title shot at the moment. As you may know, he has been suspended for this week for attacking a sound technician. Do you have anything to say about this?
The mic is once again closer to Michael's mouth.
Michael Smart: Do I have anything to say? Of course. I think he got exactly what was coming to him. I mean, attacking a sound technician for playing the wrong music? This guy is freaking nuts. Not to mention all his bitching and moaning about title shot and small penis that.
Charlotte King: Actually, I don't believe he...
Michael Smart: I think it's about time we have a moment of peace from his annoying voice. For once I can concentrate on preparing for my match without having to endure Jefferson's constant bitching. If it were up to me, I'd keep him out of ACW indefinitely, maybe even fire him for good measure. Too bad it's not my call.
Charlotte nods, preparing for another question.
Charlotte King: You will be facing Criminal in the ring tonight. How do you feel about your opponent and...
??: How many times must I say this?!?
Michael and Charlotte turn to the source of the voice. The camera turns to show Daniel Smart, wearing a dark grey suit and an orange tie, walking in their direction, a frown on his face. Behind Daniel are Sarcastic Intern, Shy Intern, Token Girl Intern and Q-Spal, following Daniel as he makes his way to Michael and Charlotte.
Daniel Smart: No one is allowed to interview my cousin without my permission. And seeing as how I would never give anyone other than myself the privilege of interviewing cousin Michael, you are breaking my rules!
Charlotte King: Uh... sorry, I didn't know...
Daniel Smart: Apology accepted. Guys, time for emergency formation Sierra Romeo!
Within a moment Token Girl Intern makes her way to the other side of Michael and Charlotte, Q-Spal staying still while Daniel and Sarcastic Intern get in front of Michael and Charlotte, Daniel taking the mic away from Charlotte and raising it to his mouth to sing.
Daniel Smart: Dedodo deedodo deedodoo, The Smart Report!
Charlotte is confused, deciding that it's best to leave the scene. Michael on the other hand plants his right palm on his face, annoyed at Daniel for bringing back The Smart Report. Daniel, however, doesn't seem to notice any of this, proceeding with his speech.
Daniel Smart: Welcome to a special edition of The Smart Report! We have something exciting for you this time: an interview with my cousin, Michael Smart! Michael, say hi to the viewers!
Daniel turns around to thrust the mic in Michael's face, Michael taking a step back.
Michael Smart: Daniel, wasn't The Smart Report a huge flop?
Daniel Smart: No way, everyone loved it! That's why I brought it back! And this time I have these four to help me out! I'm telling you, this is going to be great! In fact, you should join in!
Michael Smart: No, Daniel, I'm not going to do this again. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a match to get ready for.
Michael tries to leave, but is stopped by Q-Spal standing in his way.
Michael Smart: Please get out of my way.
Q-Spal: Respect my authoritah!
Michael makes his way around Q-Spal and heads off. Daniel and his crew are left staring after him, Daniel hanging down his head in shame.
Daniel Smart: Guess that's it for this edition of The Smart Report.
Daniel drops the mic, leaving in the opposite direction, followed by his crew of four members as the scene fades to black.
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