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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 16:31:16 GMT -5
Tag Team Action: Frank Washington and TJ vs. The Capitalists
First Blood Match Sgt. Pilko vs. Freddy Maddox
Thiago Gracie Armbar Challenge Thiago Gracie vs. (XXX)
By Order of Chairman Hawthorne If Mr. Red wins, he gets an ACW contract. Mr. Red vs. Jonny Spade
ACW Entertainment Championship Criminal vs. Trent Wheeler ©
ACW Singles Action Jack Jefferson vs. Michael Smart
No Disqualification Adrian Flamingo vs. The Red Panther
SLA International Title Rena vs. Robert Garland
Steel Cage Match BK London vs. Chris Phenomenal
SLA Heavyweight Title w/ Special Guest Referee Danny Mainer vs. Thunderkiss ©
ACW World Heavyweight Title VorteX vs. Dave Shadow ©
Note: I've got a few things that will be done in the next half hour so I shall be posting at 5:00 EST (10 for the Brits). Please join us in chat for this event.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:02:46 GMT -5
Tonights the night. Rising from the ashes, ACW continues to regain the steam it once had as we come towards our first super card extravaganza of the new year. With the return of BK London will he steal the show again? Will Dave Shadow retain? What do the Saints of Los Angeles have in store for ACW. Find out...
NOW!
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:04:09 GMT -5
In The Loo Chris Phenomenal and Thunderkiss
Ever since the re-emergence of SLA, Thunderkiss has been re-asserting his dominance over the ACW Roster, with Rena, Freddy Maddox and Badger Garland quickly enlisting, the ranks are filing in, ready to go to war with the establishment. Their has been one man however who has resisted the concerted and frequent efforts of Thunderkiss to lure him in, dangling the world in front of him like Satan before The Christ, Chris has stayed loyal to his mentor and longtime foe of Thunderkiss, Senator Steve Phillips.
Now as we come to Born Again, the SLA movement has pushed on, their titles being defended on ACW soil, but for Thunderkiss the battle he will fight in the ring tonight against Danny Mainer is not the only one. As we come back in to Born Again, we see Thunderkiss standing in front of a urinal, going through his pre match routine, singing to the tune of Dream On, doing his best Steven Tyler impression.
Thunderkiss: Yeah, I know nobody knows where it comes and where it goes I know it's everybody's sin You got to lose to know how to win.[/b]
Standing next to Thunderkiss is Chris Phenomenal, the two carefully observing the man-law of leaving one stall between the two of them and not paying attention to each other. Chris however, raised in a different culture and a different generation carries a different beat as he prepares himself...physically for his match tonight against BK London.
Chris Phenomenal: It's all political, if my music is literal and I'm a criminal, How the fuck can I raise a little girl? I couldn't. I wouldn't be fit to. You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you!
Finishing off their business, both men break out in the chorus of the song together
Thunderkiss and Chris Phenomenal:Sing with me, sing for the year Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears Sing with me, if it's just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good lord will take you away.
Suddenly, it strikes both men who they are standing next to as they turn and face each other, shock on both faces but TK masks it with a sly smile, and Chris does with a angry glare.
Chris Phenomenal: Son of a bitch!
Thunderkiss: Now I know I asked you to join me but I didn't mean as my pee pee pal, Chris. That is what this is all about, right? It better be. After staring at my weiner you better be in a SLA tee shirt the next time I look at you or you're going to make me feel dirty.[/b]
Chris looks at Thunderkiss inquisitively as Thunderkiss looks back the same way, trying to figure it out before placing it…and letting it slide. Chris steps away from the urinal and turns on the hot water and pumping some soap from the dispenser as he washes his hands, not looking at Thunderkiss.
Thunderkiss: You know, it is a good thing you wash your hands after using the toilet. You would be surprised how many guys drain the snake and not bother to soap up afterwards. It gives me the heeby geebies to know I have those guys grabbing me with their hands in the ring. Bunch of fucking scumbags, right? So as I was saying, I’m thinking you came and sought me out, are ready to tell me that I was right all along. Last week we all saw Phillips claim your glory; you brought out that goon and served to dismantle London the way few have and he placed himself in the front and center of it. Trust me Chris, if you join SLA, we, WE could run this company.
Chris Phenomenal: I’ve already told you Kiss, I’m not joining your rebellion, I’m not turning my back on Senator.[/b]
Thunderkiss: Oh, somebody cue the love song from Titantic!
Thunderkiss doesn’t get his wish however as Chris brushes past him and heads towards the exit of the washroom, trying to escape the awkward predicament. That doesn’t work well however as Thunderkiss reaches and grabs him by the neck of his shirt and pulls him back in sight.
Thunderkiss: LOOK AT ME WHEN I AM TALKING TO YOU, BOY! Look at what he's turned you into, a big yellow bellied coward! You‘re running from a fight, doing his chicken shit routine.[/b]
Chris throws his neck off and releases his head away from the grasp of Thunderkiss. Turning back towards Thunderkiss the steel blue of his eyes conceals the fire burning in his iris.
Chris Phenomenal: I’m not running from a fight, especially not from you. It takes more…
Thunderkiss: Not running from me? Last week I could have sworn I saw you peeking around corners, watching your back at every second. You never went anywhere without your own little security detail, which by the way, if you think the Capitalists are going to protect you, you've got another thing coming. Those guys couldn't swat away a fly let alone little ol' me. Bottom line, you were afraid of your own shadow, groundhog, worried that you'd be getting six more weeks of Thunderkiss.[/b]
Faced with the truth, Chris is set in his place by the Thunderman, the situation quickly spiraling out of his control. As he racks his brains, trying to find an out his hands instinctively ball into fists, drawing a smile from Thunderkiss.
Thunderkiss: That’s right Chris, just give into your rage, it’s not that hard. You know it’s true, you’ve never been, and never will be a thinking man. You’re like me, fight first, think later.[/b]
Thunderkiss raises his four fingered hand and smiles.
Thunderkiss: …this here as evidence. Could I have sat out Omega Effect V, quite possibly but that wasn’t that case, I was going to fight and face the repercussions later. I fought through the pain not like Senator, retiring at the first case of trouble. He’s leading you down that path Chris, he’s trying to turn you into another one of his clones, he has something planned, something you don’t want to be a part of.[/b]
Chris Phenomenal: Do you realize how big of an idiot that made you sound? It would be imperative…[/color]
Thunderkiss: Imperative? Since when does a street thug like you use the word "imperative?" Might as well call your ass Merriam Webster now. You were special Chris, something…
Chris Phenomenal: …that we would have plans for the future and that I be privy to them. I have no reason to doubt Senator Steve Phillips, no reason to expect that he is hiding something from me and in the event he was, it would be for my betterment…[/b]
Thunderkiss: Privy? Wow, you really have lost your edge. What's next, golf? Now lets back up for a second and examine what you just said. For your betterment, do you honestly believe that? I’ve known Phillips for a lot longer than you have Chris, know more about him than likely anyone in this world. I’m sure he’ll have told you about a façade and that’s entirely what he is. You may seem as a good man, a father figure that you never had but if he gets a chance to get a leg up on you he’ll take it. You are nothing more than a hired gun that will watch his back as he ruins more lifes, lifes like mine. How can you not see yourself as a stooge?! A stooge that works for a corrupt Senator?! Imagine on the campaign trail, “I took a man from…”
Chris Phenomenal: …it would not be some ill-fated riot, serving to do nothing but isolate the good fans of ACW, your fans Thunderkiss who made you into what they are, the same ones you talked about three weeks ago.[/b]
Thunderkiss: This is for them, it’s for the people tired of the stale product. I have made it my life to lead people from the mundane. I am in the process of doing this once more. I am saving the very people who are tired of the same people being at the top, for the people tired of the Senator Steve Phillips of the world. I’m man enough to admit that last week I was proud to see you taking out BK London the way you did, the way you talked to him. I thought I’d finally driven it through your skull that him and the others are holding you down. That if you join me, bring down this company and have SLA arise immediately from it, you will be on top, the world will be yours. I‘ll give you…
Chris Phenomenal: You’re doing this for them, that’s pure and utter hogwash, SLA International Title, SLA Heavyweight Championship, these belts mean nothing, served only as a reward for your foot soldiers. If I were to join with you, what would you give me?[/b]
Thunderkiss: Immortality
Chris Phenomenal: Immortality, nothing and no one is immortal, there is no life pro-longing elixir. Sure we may live in the memories of others but we no longer…[/b]
Thunderkiss: Cut your philosophical crap, this ain't some college lecture. I don’t have the time for the implanted thoughts of Senator. Surely you have been drinking his kool-aid and it is like that of Jim Jones, only that in it will end your career first and then you’re life. Without wrestling you’re nothing Chris Phenomenal, you know it and I know it. Without this business you’re nothing but a two bit crook, trying to walk the straight and narrow but eventually falling back in, the endless circle coming into play. You and me Chris, we are EXACTLY the same. Cut from the same cloth and trust me boy, we aren't made to rub shoulders with high society.
Chris Phenomenal: Then why would I join an organization, a group that’s sole purpose is to destroy this business? Why would I aid in my own demise?[/b]
Thunderkiss: Because it won’t be your demise, it’ll be the beginning of a new era, a golden era. All along you’ve heard them, I know you have; This is OUR wrestling. We have a chance to be pioneers. To revolutionize this business. SLA is not a feeble resistance of the status quo, it‘s a full fledged revolution, I‘m offering you a chance to get on the bus and run over everything as opposed to joining the rest underneath of it.
Chris Phenomenal: Funny you should use the throwing under the bus analogy, need I bring up Entourage, your abandonment of them, Double Deuce, as much as I loathe Dave Shadow everyone knew you were the lynchpin their. You’re a selfish man Thunderkiss, you want me to turn on Senator and join you, what’s to assure me that you’ll not do the same to me.[/b]
Thunderkiss looks at Chris Phenomenal straight, the gamesman ship of earlier gone instead there is nothing but desire in his eyes until he breaks and looks around, gesturing as he speaks.
Thunderkiss: Because I’ve put my life into this, I’m so deeply involved that if this fails it’ll be my ruin. I’m sure you’ll realize that I’ll not do anything to ruin my…[/b] Thunderkiss looks down and sees Chris vanished into thin air, though the door to the washroom slamming shut giving an indication of where he is.
Thunderkiss: Legacy.
FADE
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:06:27 GMT -5
WE TWO KINGS (and a douchebag) [/U] Danny Mainer[/right] Stood backstage was the long forgotten Raymond King, personal psychiatrist of Danny Mainer and his darling niece Charlotte King. Charlotte was gussying up her hair in a pocket mirror as Ray snuck up behind her. He tapped her on the shoulders to get her attention in a rather creepy way.
Raymond King: ”Y’alright Charlotte?”
Charlotte King: “Oh sweet mercy... you’re back, what are you doing here exactly?”
Raymond King: ”Hawthorne hired me, I’ve got an official job title now! Director of Roster Attitude. He figured that after I did such a good job with Danny Mainer that I should do the same for other people on the roster, I can FINALLY stop living in a fucking travel tavern.”
Charlotte King: “Director of Roster Attitude? That sounds deceptively vague...”
Raymond King: ”Y’know in secondary school you used to tell us about that pedo councillor who would put his hand on your thigh and tell you that the bullies were just jealous of you and that everything would be okay? Or something like that? That’s more or less my role here now. I hear that Chinese girl. Bing-Bong Hiroshima has more psychological issues than I do old issues of Penthouse from the eighties.”
Charlotte King: “Yoko Satoshi? From Japan?”
Raymond King: ”Same difference.”
Charlotte King: “She’s lesbian.”
Raymond King: ”Not when I’m done treating her disorders.”
Charlotte King: “Ray, you genuinely make me feel physically sick sometimes. I don’t even consider you one of the family!”
Raymond King: ”Aren’t you a lesbian? I remember that time that Goth girl with green hair was rubbing you up while you were interviewing someone.”
Charlotte King: “That wasn’t my fault!”
Raymond King: ”Whatever, wait a min... hold on. Can you hear that?”
Raymond cusped his ear with one hand as he listened out for the source of the noise, Charlotte did likewise as they tried to trace down the irritating voice. The loud, nasally, nerd-chords of Kevin Anderson could be heard in the distance and with him were two, believe it or not NERDIER looking interns.
Kevin Anderson: “You know she’ll always swallow!”
The trio crack into riotous laughter, covering their mouths in shock while unable to stop laughing as Kevin cracked off jokes like it was nobody’s business.
Intern 1: “Oh man, just wait ‘til I tell BK London you said that! Man, he’ll be PISSSSSED!”
Kevin Anderson: “You fuckin’ dare, Andrews! You dare and I’ll spawn-kill you SO hard on Counter Strike!”
Intern 1: “Oh because I’m so scared of the Internet, remember last night when I cre-“
Kevin Anderson: “Shut up a sec, run along boys... The Internet smells a scoop...”
Intern 1: “Sure those aren’t the burrito’s from this morning resurfacing?”
Kevin Anderson: “No, The Internet has a keen instinct for this... this life of being journalistically epic...”
Intern 2: “Cya later Kevbo!”
Kevin Anderson: “Later boys!”
Kevin inhales deeply then quickly twists his gaze in the direction of Raymond and Charlotte, though he couldn’t see Charlotte as she was leaning against a wall and obscured by a pillar.
Kevin Anderson: “Mister King! Mister King! Over here!”
Raymond sighed heavily, this was going to be irritating.
Raymond King: ”Kevin, what do you want you utter bell-end? Can’t you see that I am busy?”
Kevin peered around the pillar and saw Charlotte standing next to him. His spirits dropped.
Kevin Anderson: “Awh shitburgers, you already beat me to it Charlotte you crazy hoe!”
Raymond King: ”Beat you to what?”
Kevin Anderson: “Alright, never mind! Listen, is Danny Mainer with you tonight? He has his big rematch with Thunderkiss and hasn’t been anywhere to be found!”
Raymond took a sly and sarcastic look to the left and then to the right of him.
Raymond King: ”Does he look like he’s with me? You’re an absolute dildo sometimes Kev, but I admire your determination.”
Kevin Anderson: “Well then where is he? He must be in the building if you’re here! Right?!”
Raymond King: ”And why is that? Because I WAS Dan’s psychologist? You’ve seen Dan lately, he’s mentally stable now. As it happens I’ve got a job with the company now, I’m a psychiatric consult for the ENTIRE roster now. My contractual responsibility to Gingerdude and Mr. Mainer ended some six months ago at Omega Effect, I haven’t seen the ungrateful gunt since.”
Kevin Anderson: “Well then why are you speaking to Charlotte, to arrange an inter-“
Raymond King: ”No Kevin you complete burke! Lest you forget we’re related? Up until you interrupted me with your disturbed jokes and your obnoxiously loud voice I was having a rather pleasant conversation WITH my niece about her sexuality and I know that the moment I finish this sentence the internet is going to be alive with incest jokes.”
Kevin Anderson: “Bu-“
Raymond King: ”Hear that? It’s the sound of the Internet Highway having more shit spilt across it because of you r idiocy. Get out of my sight, maggot!”
Kevin Anderson: “Alright! Sheesh-“
Raymond King: ”No talky-talky, SHIFT!”
With that, Kevin scarpered off in a different direction leaving Charlotte and Raymond in the frame.
Raymond King: ”Was he always that much of a dickweed?”
Charlotte King: “You should’ve seen him at the Christmas party... Someone put the film Full Metal Jacket on, probably Thunderkiss and one of the skulls was left around from the Halloween party and Kevin was so wasted he tried quite literally to skullfuck it He’s actually gotten progressively worse since you’ve left. Didn’t think it was possible but yeah.”
Raymond King: ”Poor guy needs to get laid... y’know, I’m determined to make that happen!”
Charlotte King: “You think you can set Kevin Anderson up? You’re not a shining beacon of what a great relationship is all about. Gary could tell you that.”
Raymond King: ”No but babe, believe me. I run a chain of businesses in central Japan with Danny Mainer, plus I’m a westerner. Now, those girls just love my accent. That’s why I think I have a chance with Gobo Toyota. In any case, I’m up to my neck in slags so I’m pretty sure I can find Kevin SOMEONE to clunge plunge.”
Charlotte King: “If you ever use the phrase Clunge Plunge in front of me again I’m filing for a restraining order.”
Raymond King: ”Whatever babe. Anyway, I’ve got shit to do. Talk later!”
With that, The King’s parted ways without so much as a hug and embarked on their own journeys.
FADE
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:09:34 GMT -5
Title: Crime's Reward Credit: Trent Wheeler The following was filmed on the 20th of January. Ryan Stark sits in a bar, only the bartender to keep him company. He is obviously drunk, but has already been through the annoying phase and is just about to crash. Trent Wheeler walks in, surprised at Stark's disposition.
Trent Wheeler Rai! Your still here? Come on man, you need to get back to the hotel and rest!
Wheeler attempts to get Stark off of his stool but Stark resists.
Ryan Stark No-no. I'm...fine. Don't worry 'bout anything Trenty. Everything gonna be fine. All good. All good.
Trent Wheeler Yeah Rai, it will, if you come with me.
Ryan Stark No no. Not me. You. You'll be fine, just fine.
Trent Wheeler What are you talking about Rai? Your drunk man.
Ryan Stark What I mean-what I mean Trenty, is that, your...karma should be-no no. Your conscious should be just fine. You don't have to worry 'bout me, taking...that wallet, or that card.
Trent Wheeler Oh boy Rai. What did you do?
Ryan Stark Next week! Oh yeah! Next week. Gonna be fun. But tough. But fun after the tough! Yep. Cause yooooour...gonna defend the title against, the ever horrible, Criminal! Yeah! Then after you beat him-it's party time.
Trent Wheeler What? Why? He doesn't deserve it! He hasn't done anything! Besides, he's in jail.
Ryan Stark Nope nope nope. He was let out. Let out. Just like that. Surprise! Ha ha! Psst. That guy over there told me. I don't think he likes me very much.
Trent Wheeler What! Great. Just great. Despite what I said, he still deserved to be in there. Damn it.
Ryan Stark Aww man! Darn it Trenty! You know, you can't just say anything around me. I take anything in life seriously. Pfft! Hahahaha! Oh. But really, I thought ya felt sorry, so I asked for Criminal to get the chance! My bad. Yeah? Yeah. Won't happen again.
Wheeler drops his mouth in disbelief. He should have never allowed Stark to keep drinking. Now he had to defend his title against some who didn't deserve the chance. How will this turn out?
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:11:35 GMT -5
Match #1) ~TJ and Frank Washington vs. The Capitalists~
[/color] Credit(redbadger)Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match!
Already in the ring, they are Fitsharris and Kalb... The Capitalists!The crowd boo as The Capitalists raise their arms in the air, before being cut off abruptly -The lights go out as the crowd begins to cheer loudly, Red, White and Gold lights flashing as TJ is raised onto the stage, Rev Theory's"Wanted Man"playing loudly... And the opponents!...TJ begins to look around before executing a Goldberg-like jump, fireworks blasting behind him as his music blasts loudly before he heads down the entrance way -Introducing first! From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and weighing in at 275lbs... TJ!TJ hits the ring and slides in under the ropes, heading over to a nearby corner and throwing his arms in the air before beating his chest, his music now dying down.And his tag team partner!...Metallica's "No Leaf Clover" begins to play The crowd cheering as the entrance way is covered in smoke.
The music continues a bit longer before Frank Washington steps out of the back and emerges into gold lights, the camera quickly cutting to show TJ nodding his head in approval. From Stamford, Connecticut, and weighing in at 233lbs... Frank Washington!...Frank hits the ring and slides in, before hopping up to the second rope and posing for the fans, the referee checking both teams before calling for the bell, Frank and Kalb looking to start it off...*Ding, Ding, Ding*McNally - And the match is underway!Edison - Here we go!Frank and Kalb lock up, Kalb bending back on Frank's wrists, receiving a kick to the gut for his efforts. Washington hits him with a left hand before tying up and lifting his opponent... German Suplex sending both men to the mat!One!...Two/ Kickout!McNally - An early power move by Washington.Edison - Heading to his corner... TAG Made! ( Washington to TJ) TJ steps in between the ropes as Washington holds Kalb steady... Right hand from TJ sending Kalb into a stagger. TJ looks to pump up the crowds and yells loudly, being met by cheers, Kalb re-adjusting himself and running towards TJ... Spinebuster slamming Kalb back down to the mat!
TJ quickly gets back up to his feet, Fitsharris yelling at him from the apron, catching his attention. Edison - What's he gonna do here?McNally - You better not let him get to you TJ!Tj looks on only for a short while longer, Frank watching from the apron as TJ lifts Kalb back to his feet, abruptly tossing him into the corner of The Capitalists. Fitsharris backing away as Kalb slam hard into the turnbuckle, TJ yelling for him to tag, Frank clapping in rhythm on the outside, the crowd joining him.*Clap
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Clap *Edison - What gall!Fitsharris looks steamed before complying, the crowd now shifting from having fun to jeering The Capitalists.TAG Made! ( Kalb to Fitsharris) McNally - And he accepts the challenge!TJ beckons for Fitsharris to attack, both men quickly locking up in the center of the ring.... Fitsharris switching it up with a go behind, TJ with a go behind, Fitsharris backing TJ into the ropes...TAG Made! ( Washington to TJ(Blind)) TJ forces his way of the ropes and forces Fitsharris back to the center of the ring, elbow shot to the back of his head before TJ throws himself to the mat, rolling out of the ring as Fitsharris turns around... Springboard Crossbody connecting from Frank Washington!
Washington quickly gets to his feet, the crowd cheering as he yells for Fitsharris to get to his feet... McNally - He's setting him up for something... Edison - Here it comes!Fitsharris finally climbs to his feet and staggers towards Washington...The Game Ender(RKO) connecting!One!...Two!...Three!Here are your winners...Frank Washington and TJ!TJ re-enters the ring and raises Frank's arm as the crowd cheers, both men relishing in it before heading out of the ring, the cameras cutting away...[/center]
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:13:13 GMT -5
Segment: Pleading (Credit: Michael Smart)
The scene opens up with a shot of a locker room. On focus are neither the benches next to the walls nor the various clothes and bags around the room, but the sole person in the center of the room. Wearing his trademark blue tights and a white vest, Michael Smart is currently flexing, preparing for his coming match against Jack Jefferson. There is a knock on the door, Michael barely acknowledging it, continuing to flex while responding to the knock.
Michael Smart: Come in!
The door opens, and in steps Daniel Smart, wearing a dark green collar shirt and light blue jeans. Michael continues flexing for a few seconds longer before stopping to acknowledge his cousin and manager.
Michael Smart: Haven't seen you all day. What's up?
Before letting Daniel respond, Michael heads to one of the benches in the room, looking inside one of the bags on top of the bench. He pulls out a bottle of water, opening the bottle and taking a few deep gulps of water from it. Daniel looks on, waiting for Michael to finish drinking before proceeding.
Daniel Smart: You're facing Jefferson tonight. I just wanted to wish you good luck before the match.
Michael puts the bottle cap back on the bottle, storing the bottle back inside the bag before responding.
Michael Smart: Thanks, Daniel, but luck won't be needed. I'll take great pleasure in finally shutting up Jefferson.
Daniel Smart: I've never liked the guy myself, hope you tear him a new one out there.
Michael Smart: Oh, I will.
Michael goes back to flexing, Daniel looking on for a moment.
Daniel Smart: Cousin?
Michael doesn't stop flexing to respond to Daniel this time.
Michael Smart: What is it?
Daniel Smart: Could you do a favor for me?
Michael Smart: A favor? What do you mean?
Daniel Smart: Well... you know how you said how you thought The Smart Report is a huge disaster?
Michael Smart: Yeah?
Daniel Smart: And how you said you'd never take part in it again?
Michael Smart: Yeah?
Daniel Smart: Well... I was just hoping that you could... maybe, you know... reconsider?
Michael doesn't pause for a second to give his answer.
Michael Smart: Hell no.
As Michael continues flexing like nothing had happened, Daniel is looking on in mild disbelief.
Daniel Smart: That's just not fair! You're not even giving me one chance to prove that The Smart Report has a future!
Michael Smart: That's because it doesn't have one. We've been through this before, Daniel. It didn't work before and it won't work now. Just give up while you still can.
Daniel Smart: You know what? No! I'm going to prove you wrong and I'm going to do it right now! Guys! Time for Operation Sierra Romeo!
The door opens once again and in step four people. These four are the other four members of The Smart Report, namely Sarcastic Intern, Shy Intern, Token Girl Intern and Q-Spal. Michael stops in his tracks as the four barge inside, standing behind Daniel.
Michael Smart: These guys again?
Daniel Smart: "These guys"? They have names, you know!
Sarcastic Intern: Names you can't even bother to remember.
Daniel Smart: Of course I remember your names!
Sarcastic Intern: Oh yeah? Then what's my name?
Daniel Smart: You're Sarcastic Intern, duh!
Daniel chuckles at having proved Sarcastic Intern wrong, the latter rolling his eyes at the stupidity of his boss.
Daniel Smart: But enough of that! Time to prove my cousin wrong!
The five members of The Smart Report take positions. Michael looks on as Daniel and his crew prepare mentally for a few seconds before Daniel starts snapping his fingers in rhythm. After a few seconds, four of the five start singing.
Daniel Smart: Dedodo...
Sarcastic Intern: Dum dedum dedum...
Token Girl Intern: Emo hair, emo hair...
Q-Spal: I'm heading on down to South Park...
Daniel Smart: Deedodo...
Sarcastic Intern: ...Dedumdedumdedum...
Token Girl Intern: It may not be fair, but I don't care...
Q-Spal: ...Gonna see if I can't unwind...
Daniel Smart: Woah, woah, woah, stop right there!
Token Girl Intern: ...You have emo hair!
Daniel Smart: I said stop!
Daniel's crew stops singing. Shy Intern, who has been clapping in rhythm during this time, keeps up for a few more seconds, but stops upon receiving a glare from Daniel.
Daniel Smart: What the hell was that?!? None of you were singing what you were supposed to be!
Token Girl Intern: Well...
Shy Intern: Uh...
Daniel Smart: Were you paying any attention at all when we practiced this? I mean, seriously! That was absolutely horrible!
Michael Smart: I agree.
Daniel Smart: Cousin, do you mind?
Michael Smart: Sorry, I just... I mean, is that seriously the best you and your crew can manage? Just admit it, cousin, The Smart Report should stay dead and buried.
Daniel Smart: No! I will never admit that! Fine, if that doesn't work, it's time for plan two! Token Girl Intern, seduce my cousin.
Token Girl Intern: Excuse me?
Daniel Smart: You heard me! Seduce Michael right now!
Token Girl Intern: No!
Daniel Smart: Please?
Token Girl Intern: No!
Daniel Smart: Pretty please?
Token Girl Intern: I said no!
Daniel Smart: Oh come on, I'll be your best friend!
Token Girl Intern: I said no and that is final!
Daniel Smart: Come on, at least flash him or something.
Token Girl Intern: You know what? I've had enough of your stupid ideas! Do whatever you want with your show, but I'm out!
Token Girl Intern leaves the room, leaving Daniel staring after her.
Sarcastic Intern: She's right, we should ditch while we still can.
Shy Intern: Y-yeah...
Sarcastic Intern and Shy Intern leave the room as well, leaving Daniel completely speechless. Q-Spal looks after them, then looks at Daniel, before shrugging and leaving as well. Daniel is in total shock, left to stare at the open doorway in disbelief. Michael takes a few steps forward and pats Daniel in the back.
Michael Smart: Oh, forget about them! You still have me! Now come on, we have a match to get ready for.
Michael goes to leave the room, Daniel still staring at the doorway. Michael looks at Daniel for a few seconds, waiting for him to follow, before leaving the room. Daniel stays still for a few more seconds before slowly leaving the room as well, closing the door behind him as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:14:09 GMT -5
Segment: One Last Message... (Credit: BK London)
After that doozy of a segment, we're brought to the parking lot where a car begins to pull in the parking lot of the arena. The camera pans down the short vehicle and stepping out the driver's seat is none other than BK London himself - who finds himself in a big time match against Chris Phenomenal later that evening. There is a cheer from the fans in the Rose Garden for the incredibly late wrestler; and he now heads to his trunk.
With the trunk open, he grabs his sports bag and slings it over one shoulder before closing the trunk and locking/securing his car. He heads out of his parking space and walks down the main walkway of the parking lot only to be met by Charlotte King.
Charlotte King: BK! BK!
BK London notices Charlotte King trying to grab his attention, and unlike what he would to to Kevin Anderson, he actually gives her the time of day.
Charlotte King: BK London, tonight you face Chris Phenomenal in a Steel Cage match. How do you expect to fare in the match tonight after that brutal beating given to you last week on Warfare?
BK London: Well Charlotte -
And before his sentence can even get started, BK London's immediately knocked out of the camera shot by what appears to be an unknowna assailant - but not for long. Charlotte King runs off screaming, possibly to find a much safer area than this, and the camera pans up to Oliver Watson - the same man who aided in the beat down last week.
Oliver Watson: Back for more, are ya punk? Huh?!
Watson delivers a well placed kick to the abdomen of BK London, sending him rolling over on his back writhing in pain. With the element of surprise on his side, he picks up BK London and launches his head near the nearest hood of a vehicle. The bald head of London bounces off the steel, and he stumbles over to the left.
Punch after punch after punch, and now BK London is barely able to stand up on his own accord. He's only held up on his knees by the front bumper of the car by the headlights, and now Watson sizes up his foe.
He races forward, and attempts to deliver a vicious kick to the side of BK London's head - but London manages to move out the way in the nick of time. Watson's foot is sent crashing through the headlights glass, and a few shards of glass manage to penetrate his dark blue jeans. With his foot hurt, he keeps his eye on the prize and attempts to go after London - but London's quicker to strike.
Although London is beaten, he is not out. A spear sends Watson down to the ground, and from there on London delivers his own flurry of punches to the buzz cut bruiser. The fans are going absolutely nuts, and now London grabs all 6'5 of Watson and throws him against the nearest windshield and now starts wailing away at the star. Watson pushes London off, and knows full well that it's time to retreat - but London isn't letting him go that easy.
London chases down Watson, but notices Watson has manage to find himself a good hiding spot in the arena.
Suddenly, the lights headlights of a car illuminate the dark parking lot and the sound of rubber screeching against concrete can be heard. The car comes full speed towards BK London, but he manages to dive out the way in the nick of time. The car swings over to it's side - stopping itself.
With the distraction in place, Watson appears out of nowhere with a steel chair similar to that of last Wednesday.
CRACK!
Chair on skull, and London is floored immediately. There was no way to block the shot, and he may have even suffered a concussion as a result. London lays on the floor motionless, with that wound from last week re-opened.
The car door swings open, and out walks the cocky and confident Chris Phenomenal. He takes his time in strolling over to the motionless body of BK London. He pats Oliver Watson on the back for a job well done, and then lowers himself down to the level of BK London.
Chris Phenomenal: I'm going to tell you this for the last time London, stay out of my company and stay out of my life. Alright? Your time to run the show has run it's course comptelely and now it's time for the new blood to run things. This cage match, I'm sure - will be the final nail in the coffin of your career - if you do make it to the match that is...
An evil laugh can be heard from Chris Phenomenal as he pulls himself up and walks off with Watson.
Charlotte King, who returns from her hiding spot behind one of the cars, runs over to BK London and checks on his condition.
Charlotte King: Oh my god, we need to get you to a hospital.
The sound of a woman's voice must do wonders for BK London, as he regains consciousness gradually - finally opening up his eyes. Slowly, he begins to pull himself up from the hard concerete - and Charlotte is there to help him every step of the way.
It takes a bit for him to get back up to his feet, but he finally does - but is unable to hold himself up for long. Charlotte King, while small - manages to hold him up for as long as she can. Eventually, he regains enough strength to do so himself.
Charlotte King: BK, you need to see some help. A doctor, a nurse - anything!
BK London treads forward, gingerly limping with a face & heart filled with rage.
Charlotte King: BK, where are you going?
He stops...
BK London: I'm going...I'm going to the ring.
A huge pop from the crowd as BK London, with blood trickling down the side of his face, heads towards the double doors leading into the arena.
Charlotte King looks obviously worried for BK and what could happen out there, and from there the segment fades out.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:16:03 GMT -5
Segment: Phenomenal (Credit: BK London)
As we return from commercial break, there's quite a bit of murmuring amongst the crowd for what they just witnessed. But they anticipate the arrival of BK London as soon as possible, and their wish is quickly granted.
Not accompanied by any lights or his theme music, BK London treads down to the ring with the blood still surrounding he laceration given to him last week - and re-opened earlier tonight. There's a limp in his step as he strolls down the ramp, but what seems to be more important is the rage within his eyes. Since making an appearance on ACW at the top of the month as merely a Chairman, he has found himself intertwined within a feud with Chris Phenomenal - something that has quickly become personal.
London walks up the steps, and enters the ring before calling for a microphone from Phillip. Without even hesitating, he quickly grabs his microphone and walks over to the ring - handing it to the enraged wrestler. London stops in the middle of the ring, and while the fans of the Rose Garden want to cheer so much for the longtime ACW talent - they can feel that he has something important to say, and they sure enough die down.
Taking deep breaths, he watches the fans with a grimacing expression - with a look of disgust.
BK London: You know, it's very common for any wrestler to create their own name - something that they want to be called, something that will grab attention and hopefully become something frequent in any household. A name that will cruise with them their whole career and eventually through it all, their name will be synonymous with exactly what the fans believe they embody. When we think of Ric Flair, we think of someone who styles, who profiles, who enjoys the lavish things in life, someone who repesents grandeur of some sort. When we think of Mick Foley, we think of hardcore - we think of a man who will put his body through any type of damage - whether it be becoming a human pin-cushion to thousands of thumbtacks....to falling off he top of the Hell in a Cell. When we think of Mick Foley, one thing comes to mind. That now brings me to Chris.
Massive heat for Harlem Superstar, Chris Phenomenal has become one of the most hated men in ACW - and from his attack on BK London no more than 10 minutes ago, we can see why.
BK London: You see after what occured tonight, I refuse to call him Chris 'Phenomenal' because he is nothing of the sort. Are we truly supposed to believe he embodies what the word phenomenal defines? Phenomenal - he's supposed to be extraordinary, remarkable, unparalleled, but has he proven that as of yet? Is complaining about losing a World Heavyweight Championship match Phenomenal? - hell, is losing that match in the first place Phenomenal? What about hiring an imposter of myself to fight? Or better yet having his manager or teacher, or whatever relation Phillips had to him, interfere in a match? Is that Phenomenal? What about jumping someone from behind, not with your own hands - but with hired muscle. My point is...the kid is living a lie, if he truly begins to buy into his own hype because of his 'last name'. But before I continue to rip this kid apart, let's roll back the wheel and talk about 'The Senator' Steve Phillips.
Mixed reaction from fans.
BK London: 'The Senator' Steve Phillips was once considered by the masses as the best pure wrestler to step into ACW - which in my opinion is highly up for argument. But nonetheless, the man was respected. When you said The Senator - or better yet, when his name was featured on a card, you pretty much knew you were going to be witnessing a possible classic in the making. But since he has 'retired' from the ring, he has become nothing but a lackey - he has played nothing but second fiddle to Chris. And I don't know exactly how he can sleep at night and look at himself in the morning, knowing that he has not being utilized to his full potential. In our generation, he was known as a fantastic wrestler - but how can it sit right with himself that he will have this entirely new generation see him as nothing but a loser lackey who continues to bail Chris out of situation after situation. Well tonight, it's going to be different - because believe me, there is no way that you're going to save him from what I'm gonna do within those four walls.
London points up to the cage hanging high over the Rose Garden arena, and the camera swings up there to capture the ominous structure - which has been the place where many a-feuds have ended.
BK London: What's wrong with Chris is that he saw this Steel Cage match as nothing but a stipulation to elevate him higher on the card. He thought that billing me versus himself as a Steel Cage Match would put butts in seats, overlooking completely the punishment that this structure can dish out. I invite the Steel Cage Match Chris, because there won't be any Senator to run in the match and cause chaos - but you also won't able to run out the match and live to fight another day. The time is now and the place is here! I've tasted my share of blood thanks to being surrounded by those four walls and I've dealt out my share of punishment to those who decided it was a good idea to step into the ring with me.
The camera slowly starts to close in on BK London.
BK London: Chris. I will maim you, I will tame you and your reckless thinking and reckless actions. And whether I win or lose this match, I will make sure the result is you lying in your dressing room, looking up at the bright lights, and you will cry. You shed every tear for every drop of blood you took from me, and rethink exactly how Phenomenal you think you are. Your body and your spirit will be broken, by my hands...
BK London drops the mic, and you can almost feel the emotion from every word just spoke oozing out of him. He stares into the screens of thousands, almost as if he was staring into the eyes of Chris Phenomenal, and everyone can see the seriousness of this matter. Tonight, the cage will settle all problems and dish out all punishment to those involved...
Fade Out
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:16:53 GMT -5
~~In Shadow We Trust.~~ By Dave Shadow Yes, it’s that time of the night again, as Charlotte King stands outside the ACW dressing room, microphone in hand and ready to conduct yet another interview with one of ACW’s biggest stars. She knocks gently but firmly at the door, and within seconds it opens. Emerging from the room with a big smile on his face, the ACW world title over his shoulder, his trademark ghost-white hair brushed perfectly and dressed in wrestling gear, ready to fight, Dave Shadow is every bit the champion in terms of presentation. Realising it is King, Dave’s smile grows even bigger and he steps out into the hallway. King makes her introductions to the camera, as Dave prepares himself.
King: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, Dave.... Dave: Ahem.Dave hands King a card, in a “so subtle it’s quite obvious” way. She looks at it for a second, reading what it says, before looking at him and rolling her eyes.
King: My guest at this time, a former Entertainment and International Champion. The winner of the 2009 Emperor of the Ring. Winner of five ACW Awards 2009. And the current World Champion. Ladies and gentlemen....Dave Shadow. Dave gives his biggest, cheesiest grin to the camera, as King hands him back the card. He tucks it into his back pocket, readjusts the championship belt over his shoulder and makes sure he’s looking good for the interview.
King: And modest too. Dave: Of course. So what can I do for you, Ms. King?King: Well, you’ve got your first major championship defence tonight. Thought I’d get an interview and see what your thoughts are on it? Dave: My thoughts are that....wait, I did defend the title before, you know. Against Trance Armstrong.King: You mean Trace Birmingham? Dave: Who?King: Birmingham. Your defence was against Trace Birmingham! Dave: No, I am 100% certain you are wrong. I am 100% certain his name was Trance Armstrong. I think I would know the name of the people I face. Regardless, this super show tonight does see a massive match for me, as I do, as you said, defend my title. And against Vortex, no less.King: Vortex has really been in your head as of late, hasn’t he? To recap, since you won the title, he’s left you beaten on the canvas in the middle of the ring, he’s won a psychological battle when he could have beaten you down again a week later, he may be responsible for the attack on Chris Williams..... Dave: Yeah, I get it. I do. Since he lost his Entertainment Championship, he has obviously made it quite clear that he wants to make a name for himself at my expense. He wants to take me on in the ring, take my title and become the new World Champion. And I can understand that. In fact, as much as I may not like Vortex, nor what he has done....I have to admit that he has impressed me.King: Really? Dave: He has. I mean, he stepped up his game, he has started to realise his potential and I can only appreciate that. I appreciate his desire and ambition to become the leader of the ACW locker room and take this title for his own. However, I also have to be the one to inform him that his journey to the top stops here tonight. He’s come a long, long way in a very short amount of time, and while I have been advocating ambition, while I have been all for people trying to realise potential, I will stop Vortex here tonight. See, I too have a lot of potential. You know it, King. I know it. The fans know it. I have potential to be one of the greatest World Champions of all time. So what happens tonight if I lose?King: The word “footnote” comes to mind. Dave: Exactly. I don’t want to become a footnote or a transitional champion. I want to take this title and defend it against anyone, any time. I want to hold this title with pride and honour, and in the process, I want to give it the prestige that it truly deserves. I can do that by having matches, good matches, GREAT matches that the fans can enjoy. I can do that by being a champion that defends his title night in, night out. That’s the type of champion I want to be, King. I want to be THE Champion. And that’s why Vortex has made a fatal mistake. He’s my first real challenger, and that means that tonight’s match will define my title run. It will define it as either an amazing success or a horrible failure. I have to win tonight, King. I have to.King: What about reports that you are feeling psychologically unstable, and that Vortex may have already won this match in mind games? Dave: King, believe me when I say I’ve been far worse off psychologically. Hell, I spent a year as a schizo back in GWF. Fun times. I was rarely lonely in those days. My point is that I am well aware of how psychologically stable I am or am not, and I am in perfectly sound mind at the moment. Yes, it would be a lie to say that Vortex has not managed to weasel his way into my brain in some form. But then, I am aware of his games and that gives me an advantage. I let everyone in when they challenge me. You have too. You have to study their movements, their matches and their lives to such an extent when you have a match of this level, that by the time the match comes round, I know what they are thinking and what they are going to do. He is in my head, but only in so much as I let him. Do not fear though. I shant underestimate him. He has given me little reason too. He’s made it quite clear what his aims and objectives are. But if he thinks I’m going to be put off by a little mind games or that, then he’s the one who is crazy. King: Dave Shadow, thanks very much for giving us this interview. And good luck in your match tonight. Ladies and gentlemen, Dave Shadow vs Vortex is your main event for this evening and will be an exciting match. Make sure you don’t miss it. The scene fades, as Dave and King look into the camera. Dave’s eeys are3 on fire with passion and enthusiasm, but will that be enough for him to pick up the win later on this evening? Only time will tell.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:17:34 GMT -5
Segment: No More Mr. Nice Trace Birmingham, Pt. 1 (Credit: Freeman) A fine Wednesday morning. Trace Birmingham wakes up, looks at the clock and wonders why his alarm didn’t go off. Ah well, he thinks. Trace goes about his morning regularly, and then goes to brush his hair. Any fine wrestler needs to have perfect hair, so he brushes it, turning the radio on. The first song that comes on is Miley Cyrus’s “The Climb.”Trace: …<_<…>_> He looks around nervously but doesn’t change the station.Three Minutes Later... Trace: THERE’S ALWAYS GONNA BE ANOTHER MOUNTAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN IM ALWAYS GONNA WANNA MAKE IT MOOOOOOOOOOOOVE ALWAYS GONNA BE AN UPHILL BATTLE SOMETIMES IM GONNA HAVE TOOO LOOOOSE At the top of his lungs, Trace is singing with the brush now a microphone. He gets to the high note of the chorus and gets ready to belt it out.Trace: IT DOESN’T MATTER HOW FAST I GET THERE DOESN’T MATTER WHAT’S WAITING ON THE OTHER SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiDETrace turns and sees Greg standing in the door of his bathroom, wide-eyed. Trace jumps seemingly ten feet in the air, and quickly turns the knob on his radio. Now instead of Miley Cyrus, some death metal band is growling, as Trace growls along with them.Trace: BLOOD DEATH SACRIFIIIIICE---er…oh…Hi, Greg! Er…like…what are you doin here? I was just listenin to my favorite death metal band…er….Drinking Demon Blood. They’re really…er…good…and…er…satanic and manly and stuff. Heh …heh…heh… He quickly turns off the radio.Trace: So…er…like…why are you in my house…that’s kinda creepy ya know. I coulda been doin who KNOWS what… Greg: Was that…Miley Cyrus? Trace: Er…well…they…er…sample her…song…then…they er…sacrifice her…to…er…Satan… Greg: Right. Trace: WELL HOW DID YOU KNOW? HUH?! GOT SOME SKELETONS IN YOUR ATTIC? HUH! YEAH! GOT YA THERE! Greg: My niece is a big fan. And apparently so are--- Trace: ENOUGH ABOUT THAT. How’d you get inside my house? Greg: I found your spare key. Trace: BUT I HID IT IN THE MOST PERFECT HIDING SPOT! Greg: Well, the sign that said “Don’t Look Under the Flowerpot” kinda clued me in. Trace: Oh…But…WHY ARE YOU HERE? Greg: To find out where YOU are. You DO know there’s a supercard tonight right? Trace: Yeah! But I’ve got hours! Greg: Trace…what time do you think it is? Trace: It’s like…noon right? Greg: …No. Trace: But…but… Greg: Trace you’re quite a few hours behind. Trace: BUT HOW? Greg: Look, I don’t know, I don’t have time for this. If we’re going we have to leave right now, so hurry up. Greg walks out, taking a look at the clock in Trace’s bedroom as he does.Greg: Wait…why does your clock say noon? Trace: Oh…well…ya know how some people like…turn their clocks forward so that they aren’t late for things? Like they think It’s five minutes later and then they leave early and then they’re on time? right? Well I hate feelin like I’m gonna be late for things, so what I did, was I put it back a couple hours! That way I always think I have more hours then I need! Greg: I…you know what, it’s not even worth it. Did you think that that could possibly be the culprit in our little time discrepancy? Trace: Well…I mean…yea…but…I figured the alarm would wake me up on time, and even if I thought it was earlier I’d be ready to go! But it didn’t go off! It’s usually set for 12:30. Greg: …Oh, boy. Trace: What? Greg: Gee, I sure wonder why it didn’t go off. Look, as I said, I don’t have time for this. Cmon… Greg is about to leave when he spies a DVDGreg: Hannah Montana the movie? Trace: ER…IM DONATING IT…TO…CHARITY…TO POOR KIDS Greg: It’s been opened. Trace: I HAD TO MAKE SURE IT WAS…ER…IN THERE Greg opens it. Greg: It’s not. Trace: GOOD THING I CHECKED, RIGHT? NOW CMON LETS GO CMON! Trace is nervous as Greg goes over to the DVD player, and presses the eject button. And sure enough, there is the DVD of the movie.Greg: And it’s in your DVD player. Trace: Oh ya found it! Er…good! Now…er…poor hobo kids will be able to watch it! Er so just give that to me…and…er…I’ll…put that in its case…and… Greg: … Trace: OK! YA GOT ME! But er…I don’t LIKE the show. I mean, I don’t even WATCH IT. Er…I watch it on mute…I just er…Im really manly, I just watch it for er…the hot girls! In his desire to get out of the situation, Trace seems to have neglected to consider the age discrepancy in making his excuseGreg: … Trace: …? Greg: I hope you mean Hannah’s mother… Trace: SHE DOESN’T HAVE A MOTHER! Shows how much YOU know. Greg: Figured that out on mute, huh? Trace: …I’m good at charades! Greg: …Right. Cmon then. Let’s go. Trace: Er…I DON’T WATCH THE SHOW YOU KNOW! I REALLY DON’T! Trace continues ranting about this as they leave the house
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:18:21 GMT -5
I felt the night encasing my body as its darkness encased my heart. All I was feeling was agony and hatred as I wandered those streets, clutching that scorched matchbook to remind me of my cause...
[/i] Red - *Whimper*Why don't we get a little pick me up?!...[/b][/size] *Blindly I obeyed, nothing left of my sanity and no care to regain it... I locked my eyes onto the nearby door, an open 24 hours sign greeting me as I reached for the handle and opened it wide... Ohh! A customer at this time of night?! We usually don't got many hunting enthusiasts in this town you hear?!OOoooH! SHINY TOOLS OF DEATH!? PICK ONE! USE IT! KILL THEM! DO IT! REVENGE! REVENGE! So, what'll it be fer your huntin' needs?I'm already sick of this guy, why don't we shoot him instead of those other punks?!Robert Garland - No... Revenge isn't something to be thrown around aimlessly... There's already been a target declared, please, just let me leave it at that...Hmm?... What're ya talking about boy?Robert Garland - Hmm... Oh, sorry about that, just thinking about all that big game out there ready for me to set my sights... HAHAHAHAHA!!! NICE! VICIOUS!Ahah, I like you boy, you've got the eyes of a hunter! Well then, I'm sure you're a busy man! Let me just show you what I've got here. Red - ...My eyes cascaded through the selection, my mind being bull rushed by comments at every consideration while Red simply rested quietly on my shoulder. His eyes seemed to almost be filled with tears from the pain of his master... Or maybe it was from what his master has become.
I've lost my one true friend?... Or maybe there was something else... [/i] PAY ATTENTION! HE'S ASKING YOU SOMETHING![/b] You still with me friend?Robert Garland - ...Huh?
Oh, yes sir. It's all fine over here. I'm just in awe at how well equiped you are. You must be quite the huntsman sir!Well that's unexpected! Good taste, sense of humor and a huntin' man?... How about we make a deal, since I've seem to have grown such a liking to ya?!HIS KINDNESS IS AS FAR MISPLACED AS IT COULD EVER BE! Why would anyone like a simple and mindless killer like you Garland!? AHAHAH![/b] Robert Garland - ...Well, I don't have much money and I'm kind of in a hurry. Ahaha, well well, calm down and don't get over-excited 'bout this, BUT! I've recently got me a box of freshly cleaned Glock 19's! And, while I know it ain't the best tool for the huntin' game, I'm willing to part with one of them for free providin' ya pull all your huntin' needs to me from now on!
What do you say? The manager looks at Garland with a smile on his face, Garland looking back... Before nodding his head, returning the smile... [/i] WHO WOULD'VE KNOWN IT'D BEEN SOOOO EASY!? HE'S PRACTICALLY HANDING YOU YOUR GO AHEAD!
OHH IF ONLY BOBO COULD SEE YOU NOW!? NOT EVEN AN HOUR AFTER HIS DEATH AND YOU'RE ALREADY BACK TO YOUR OLD SELF! [/b] REMEMBER ALL THE FUN WE USED TO HAVE GARLAND!? IT'S THAT TIME AGAIN! [/b] AHAHHHAHAHAHA![/b] So son, here you go! *Handing over a glock with twelve extra rounds[/i] Only one more thing to ask ya, may i have your name? [/color] At this point, I've already pick up my gift and turned towards the door, looking to exit. I could tell that the manager was perplexed at my actions and that Red was still seemingly mourning over me, as I Bobo. I could also tell that my urges for revenge and bloodshed were growing constantly... The voice in my head returning stronger and stronger the more chances I gave it to talk...
But I could also tell that I didn't even care anymore.[/i] Robert Garland - It's Robert "Badger" Garland...Right around the block now is all that I kept as I place the glock in my jacket pocket and still clutched the scorched match book... I had my mind locked in place...
I walked on, my eyes watching my feet and Red still resting himself on my shoulder. Before I knew it, I was outside of my destination, looking upwards to the top of that tall building.[/i] AND NOW! FOR THE FINALE!? [/b] [/center]
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:18:49 GMT -5
Freddy Maddox vs Sgt. Pilko (Credit: The Red Panther)
”Flame of Youth” by Dragonforce hits, and Sgt. Pilko makes his way out the curtains. He shows little emotion as he walks out to the stage, pausing and saluting once, before marching down to the ring, in true barracks style. He enters the ring via the steel steps, and removes his jacket and beret, putting them on the outside of the ring.
Edison: This is a first blood match, and an army Sgt like Pilko will have no problem spilling blood.
A Hope In Hell plays and Freddy Maddox makes his way out from behind the curtain. He walks to the ring quite quickly and slides in.
Maxwell: Freddy is much smaller then Pilko, but seems to be able to wrestle with the best of them. If this match turns into an all out brawl I expect Maddox to end up crushed into the floor.
DING DING DING!
Pilko walks to the middle of the ring and stares down at Maddox. Maddox looks up at Pilko but doesn't meet his gaze for more then a second, enraging Pilko. Pilko goes for a big left hook but Maddox ducks and kicks him in the gut. Pilko backs up into the ropes which allows Maddox to run to the opposite side of the ring and on the rebound clothesline Pilko, although in the ribs due to Pilkos size advantage. Maddox tries to irish whip Pilko but Pilko holds on to Maddox and pulls him in for a whip of his own. Maddox flies across the ring and on the rebound is hit with a big double axe handle, causing Maddox to do a backflip onto his face. Pilko rolls Maddox onto his back, grabs him underneath and lifts him all the way from the mat up into a military press. Pilko flexes Maddox up and down a few times before throwing him across the ring. Maddox slams into the mat from around seven feet up and bounces off the canvas twice.
Maxwell: WOAH!
Edison: That was a huge impact from high up!
Maddox sits up holding his back and yelling. Pilko laughs at Maddox as he advances, grabbing Freddys hair and liftin him. Pilko turns to the ropes and with a great display of strength throws Maddox straight over the top rope with just one hand. Maddox manages to do a front flip over the rope and land on his feet with a great show of cat like reflexes. Maddox turns toward the ring just in time to duck a big boot from Polk who followed him out of the ring. Pilko slams gut first into the barricade which allows Maddox to jump and kick him in the back of the head. Pilko falls down and lands on the floor, holding his head. Maddox wastes no time in kicking Pilko in the face to try and draw blood only for Pilko to grab his foot and slowly start to stand up. Pilko yells and throws Maddoxs foot into the air as hard as possible, sending Maddox into a backflip. Maddox crashes down onto the floor in a heap, holding his head. Pilko laughs at Maddox who slowly looks up, his expression one of pain and surprise.
Maxwell: Again Pilko sends Maddox crashing down with a lot of force.
Pilko ducks down next to Maddox (Who is on both knees now) and grabs his throat. Pilko stands, lifing Maddox up in a choke lift. Maddox lashes out with his feet, booting Pilko in the eye twice. Pilko drops Maddox and holds his eye in pain. Seeing this Maddox turns around and asks a fan wearing a Maddox shirt if he can have his coffee. The fan obliges and Maddox takes the coffee. Maddox spins around as Pilko goes to grab him, throwing the coffee into the Sergents face! Pilko backs up, holding his face. The coffee wasn't boiling or scalding, but still hurt Pilko. Maddox continues the assault with a pair of right elbows and then a thrust kick. Pilko backs off which allows Maddox to get a run up and hit a jumping single knee facebuster! Pilkos face bounces off of Maddoxs knee with a large amount of force, causing the fans to cheer. The ref checks and finds no blood on Pilko.
Edison: That coffee throw may have turned the match in Maddoxs favor. Sure it may be considered underhanded, but Pilko would have done the same!
Maddox jumps up onto the apron and awaits Pilko to stand. Once he does Maddox dives off the apron and sends Pilko flying with a frankenstiner. Pilko rolls across the floor, his head whacking the floor. Maddox runs toward the downed Pilko and drops an elbow onto his face, going for blood. Maddox then rolls Pilko onto his front and puts him in a grounded headlock. With his free hand Maddox punches Pilko over and over in the face until Pilko manages to climb up onto one knee. Maddox refuses to let go while still punching Pilko in the face, enraging the Sgt. Pilko grabs Maddox by the waist and pushes him off as hard as possible. Maddox goes flying face first into the ring steps like a torpedo launched out of a submarine, his head smashing right into the cold steel. Pilko walks over to Maddox menacingly, planning his next move. Spotting the ring steps Pilkos face slowly turns from a grin into a menacing stare.
Edison: Not good for Maddox!
Maxwell: Unless he can get out of the way, Freddys face is about to meet the steps a second time.
Pilko heaves the larger part of the steps up to chest height. Maddox slowly climbs up, holding his head. Pilko doesn't wait for Maddox to turn around and expose his face, instead smashing the steps into Maddoxs ribs! Maddox falls into the barricade while grabbing his ribs, barely staying standing. Pilko then launches the steel steps at Maddoxs head, sending him over the barricade into the crowd. The steps fall back to the floor as the crowd start to boo. Pilko walks over toward the barricade, but as he looks over Maddox jumps up and uppercuts Pilko in the jaw. Maddox jumps onto the barricade, waits for Pilko to turn back to face him and then flies off with a big dropkick. Pilko falls backward, the back of his head cracking onto the steps. Maddox drops down off the barricade, his face slightly bruised but now bleeding, and leans against the barricade.
Edison: For a second I thought Maddox was done, if anything he's in control!
Maddox walks over to the apron and looks under the ring. From under here he pulls a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire and brandishes it up as Pilko starts to stand up. Maddox goes to slug Pilko with the bat but Pilko jumps backward. Pilko flys forward with a series of big punches followed by a huge chop. Maddox drops the bat, allowing Pilko to hit him with a powerbomb whip onto the floor. Pilko lifts up the bat and examines it, muttering "It's no cricket bat" before slamming it down into Maddoxs ribs. The wire doesn't puncture Maddoxs skin to the annoyance of Pilko who tosses away the bat. Pilko lifts up Maddox and double axe handles him, flooring Maddox. Pilko walks over to the bat and begins un-wrapping the wire. Pilko then carefully wraps the wire around his right hand, making sure not to puncture his skin. Pilko grabs the bat and approaches Maddox who is now on his knees. Pilko pushes the bat into Maddoxs throat while pushing his knee into the back of Maddoxs head and raising his fist. Pilko slams his fist down into Maddoxs face, and then again. Pilko then punches Maddox with his barbedwire wrapped fist over and over, in total around six times. maddox slows starts bleeding from his face, prompting the ref to call for the bell.
Winner: Sgt. Pilko!
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:20:00 GMT -5
Next big thing (Spade/Red)
Camera fades in to show Mr. Red standing by his locker. He is prepping for his match with Jonny Spade tonight. If he picks up the victory, he gets his opportunity to sign an ACW contract. He sits and ponders his plans for the match. He sits in the corner to himself and meditates on the match as a mad rush of ACW talent enter and exit the room.
He sits unbothered in the room, eyes closed, deep in thought. Red can feel a presence in the room. Mr. Red is well aware that Spade is behind him. His eyes are closed and he is facing the wall yet he knows his opponent for the night is somewhere behind him.
After a few minutes Mr. Red's eyes open and he turns his head slowly to meet the stare of Jonny Spade. He gets up and cautiously approaches his former stablemate. Red knows what happened the last time he charged at Jonny.
Red gets right into the face and the Untouchables have a brief staredown before Red breaks the silence.
Red: Are you going to say anything this time? Why do you keep your eyes on me like a damn hawk?
Spade: Cause I don't know about you, Red.
Red: The hell you mean, you don't know about me?
Spade: You claim to be a brand new Red. A whole new persona. Something different than what the past has seen.
Red: I am a new person, new attitude.
Spade: I don't know. I see the same lazy Red as before. Your match 2 weeks ago was pitiful. You always "come back" from your lazy time off with a new attitude. You lose a win a few matches and lose many more, then you leave for a while. Same trick, different show.
Red: You forget who I am. I am ACW's only 3 time Entertainment Champion. In a few weeks, I am going to challenge again for the Entertainment title and hold it for an unheard of 4th time. Then I am going to use the title to elevate myself up the ladder of success. Then before you can even realize what happened. I will be the ACW World Champion.
Spade: All I hear is blah, blah, I will wrestle a couple matches and disappear for a few months. Just remember, you have to get thru me in order to resign with this company.
Red: You are just my stepping stone at the bottom of the ladder.
Spade: You have tried to beat me before. Remember your speech of being the best Untouchable of all time? Yea... then you ended up eating your words. Choose carefully this time.
Red: I don't have to choose anything. I WILL take you out tonight. Then one by one, I will pick apart the rest of this ACW roster and I won't stop until the ACW world title is around my....waist.
Mr. Red glares at Jonny for a moment then walks past him out of the room. Red stops at the door and looks back over his shoulder at Spade. Jonny shakes his head and goes back to prepping for the match.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:20:23 GMT -5
Unexpected Press [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] Perhaps the biggest night of Vortex’s career was upon him, and he pondered this fact while leaning against one of the Rose Garden’s outside walls. The temperature is brisk, and Vortex feels the chill emanate throughout his body as he gazes up at the dead midday sun. The inside of the arena is abuzz with people preparing for the event, and Vortex had stepped outside to clear his head. The transition from Entertainment Champion to World Title contender had happened very fast, and Vortex knew that his credibility as a contender is constantly being contested by the fans.
It was for this reason he had to step up and make both a physical and mental statement against Dave Shadow. No one at this point has a reason to believe that Vortex can actually win tonight, however Vortex wants to change that mindset, even if he comes out the loser. The title itself carries a certain weight, to where it can be said that the holder is the flagship of the company. Vortex gazes down at the asphalt, and ponders this fact when he hears footsteps approach. As Vortex’s gaze returns to the level, he sees a short, stocky man who thrusts both a microphone and a Sun Times business card in Vortex’s face.Sun Reporter: Are you Dimitrius Osbourne? Vortex: Sun..Times? Isn’t that paper from Chicago?Sun Reporter: Why yes it is! I have traveled half the continental US to see you Mr. Osbourne! After what you are suspected of doing, there are going to be reporters crawling out of every corner of this great country! And I am going to be the first to get the scoop! Vortex: I’ll say, you even managed to beat the Portland Tribune. Sun Reporter: So, what was it like at the scene of the crash? The reporter reaches his chubby hands into one of his pockets and pulls out a digital audio recorder, which he promptly switches on and thrusts into Vortex’s face.Vortex: Look…I really don’t have time to interview right now. A deep frown instantly forms on the face of the man, who adjusts himself and prepares to tackle the questioning from a different angle. Before he can speak he is interrupted by a voice in the distance. Both Vortex and the Sun reporter look towards the source of the sound and find a very tall and skinny man practically running towards them. Tribune Reporter: Hey! Who the hell are you? The Tribune reporter runs in-between Vortex and the Sun reporter and points an accusatory finger in the face of the Sun reporter, who proceeds to get enraged…despite being half a country from home.Sun Reporter: This is my scoop! Back off! Tribune Reporter: First of all, this isn’t your scoop. This tragedy happened IN Portland, and thus a PORTLAND paper is going to get the first eyewitness testimony! Vortex glances above the heads of the reporters and looks into the sky, which is gradually losing color…much like Vortex’s mood.Vortex: Look, neither of you are getting a scoop. My breaks over, and I’ve got some business to attend to. Vortex wasn’t on ‘break’, however he needed some excuse to get away from these two bickering men, and preferably before more reporters from random parts of the United States—or worse the world—could come running up and demand a ‘scoop’. Before either of the two men had a chance to respond, Vortex enters a door in the building and leaves them outside to argue. As soon as Vortex enters the building his blood runs cold, as the man standing in front of him is the true ‘scoop’ here.Mr. Gray: Hello again! Vortex: Look, I don’t know what you want, nor do I care. I’m going to ask you once to walk out that door. Mr. Gray: I come here with no ill intent rather I carry a message. Vortex: From who? Mr. Gray: 38, 38, 57, 121, 31, 5. Inside a room lies a box, inside the box lies a choice. The choice has no right or wrong solution, however you will have to end a life to save a life. You have one week. Vortex: Like hell. I’m not going to be used as a pawn in some sick game! Mr. Gray: Refuse to participate and both parties die, with your name kindly attached. With that, Mr. Gray walks out of the door and into the cold Portland evening. Vortex spins around and chases after Gray, charging through the door and looking in all directions. A little ways in the distance, Vortex could see Gray walking off towards the street. Instead of chasing after him, Vortex sat there, stunned. If Vortex were to chase after Gray, he would cause a scene. Gray was not connected with the bus crash, however Vortex was, and with two reporters somewhere on the premises, Vortex would be in quite a bit of hot water if he chased after Gray.
Instead, Vortex returns to the inside of the arena. What do those numbers mean? Was someone really going to die in a week? What is the choice? Vortex tries his hardest to push the questions from his mind as he walks towards his locker room and attempts focus on his upcoming match.
Fade.
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