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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:21:07 GMT -5
It's raining outside as the sight of a warm, white, brightly lit, house is shown. The angle moves closer, and closer to the door. Once inside, the house looks a hundred times bigger than it did from the outside. The camera man starts to move through out the house coming into the kitchen. You now see Criminal as well as some older folks sitting at the table eating.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Grandma, I'm glad that I could be here. I know that I haven't been around much in the past.
Grandma: Well, sonny all your friends around here have missed you to.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I would be surprised if they even remember who I am.
Grandma: You are famous now dear. How could they not.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal: [/glow]It's not so much that, but do you remember when I got arrested for all those murders out here.
Grandma: It was stated that you didn't do it dear, and you know that.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I know, But don't you think that this town just might hate me after what happened at the court house.
Grandma: Honey, that had nothing to do with you. The man was just crazy.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: He ran into the court room, 10 years grandma, 10 fucking years, after I have been sitting in jail for something I didn't do. Do you remember what happened.
Grandma: Of course I do. It was headlines here for years.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal: [/glow]He admitted to the killings, and claimed that it was eating him alive. The mother fucker framed me. The worst part is, after the long, grueling, stay in the prision, he didn't have to face any of it. The coward shot himself in front of me, the judge, and everybody.
Grandma: They said that they would clear you record dear, and you were free to go.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: That doesn't get 10 years of my life back. I just got arrested last week, and you know what they told me. They told me that I still have those murders on my record. There was no evidence against me. It just took this court system 10 damn years to finally figure out what was going on. In my eyes the U.S. government is the biggest Criminal of them all.
Grandma: Honey, the United States is the best country in the world.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] No, grandma, there you are wrong. They take things from the poor, they only help the rich, and they take away freedom from those that didn't need it to be taken away from. I was framed again last week. This man, a man that I will get my revenge on tonight, he framed me. Placing drugs in my vehicle. Good thing that in Seattle its only a misdeminor, and I got out with a small fine.
Grandma: Didn't you have a battery against a police officer to dear.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Yea, but I guess he is a big fan of me, and all I had to do was sign an autograph and he dropped the charges, but that's besides the point. Grandma we got way to far off subject. I'm trying to tell you why these people in this town hate me, and you keep side tracking me.
Grandma: I'm a little senile now adays sonny. I don't remember things like i use to.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Well, back to the story. They all thought that I killed all those people here, and then they tried to hold me responsiable for the man that shot himself in the court room. Do you remember when they were breaking out your windows, blowing up your cars... all because you were my grandmother.
Criminal quickly glances up at the clock.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Shit grandma, I got to get going. We will finish this conversation at a later date. Right now I have to go seek revenge and gain me a championship.
Criminal gets up quickly and walks over to his grandmother giving her a kiss on the cheek and a hug before storming out the door. The camera follows him, as a ringing is heard. Criminal quickly grabs his cell phone, thinking it was the ACW wondering where he was. Instead it was a number that he hasn't seen for a long time, a friend of Portland. Criminal answers the phone.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Look I don't know what you want, but I will call you back once i get to work.
Criminal quickly hangs up the phone, and runs to the car to get out of the rain. The cars tires squeal as it vanishes in the darkness.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:22:59 GMT -5
Segment: Deceptional Doubleteam (Credit: Senator)
*LARIATO!*
Anthony Kalb: Yeah, eat that, you armbar obsessed idiot!
Kevin Fitsharris: And have a cup of leg lariat!
Fitsharris runs forward off the ropes and blasts Thiago with a running leg lariat, dropping him to the ground. Kalb picks the Jiu-jitsu expert up off the mat, only to connect with the Pre-emptive Strike elevated powerbomb.
Kalb: That didn't knock him out?
Fitsharris: Right in position!
Fitsharris locks in his submission finisher, the Black Tuesday, a vicious full nelson bridge, but Gracie refuses to tap, despite the repeated calls from the referee inquiring on his status, and Fitsharris is forced to let go of the hold. Kalb meets his opponent with a big right hand, and again, Gracie goes down to the mat.
Kalb: I'll keep doing that, every time he stands!
Fistharris: Ok, keep him down, and watch this!
Kevin Fitsharris walks over to the corner and climbs up the ropes, before diving off with a super-rare 450 Splash, landing right on Gracie's back!
Kalb: Pff...never saw you do that before...
Fitsharris: Always a good time to change my moves and upgrade!
Kalb: Well, come on now, pick him up.
Instead of lifting Thiago to his feet, Fitsharris drags him by his arms towards the middle of the ring.
Kalb: The heck are you doing, you moron! Come on, Kev! Just go get a chair, anyway.
Fitsharris rolls under the ropes, but instead of picking up a chair, he runs into the ring apron and falls down.
Kalb: You're even clumsier than I thought! How hard is it to pick up a chair, anyway?
Fitsharris: Hey, don't blame me, blame the guys who made this game!
The Senator: Quiet down already, you nincompoops!
As the camera zooms out, we see that the Capitalists are both in the Senator's locker room, controllers in hand as they stare forward at the rigged up television, which features the classic ACW Omega Effect game, albeit, with a newly added Thiago Gracie edit. Phillips, shaking his head, goes back to his work, reading away at a rather large and tedious ream of paper, letting his associates get back to decimating the virtual Thiago Gracie...
Kalb: Now look at what you did, you just tapped out to that armbar! We didn't even give him any edit points!
Fade Out
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:23:25 GMT -5
Antagonist Jack Jefferson / Chris Phenomenal Confident of defeating BK London tonight, Chris Phenomenal has never been the type who rests on his laurels and he’s already thinking about the next step – the ACW World Heavyweight Title. One thing Chris knows, however, is that competition is extremely fierce with many people gunning for Shadow’s title, not in the least former champ Jack Jefferson. Phenomenal knows that to have a clear run at the title he’s going to have to ensure people aren’t in contention and with Jefferson on a final warning from the boss he thinks he may just have the perfect plan...Phenomenal: Hmmm...does the match list look wrong to you?Jefferson turns around and he loss far from pleased to see Phenomenal, the man who he still blames for losing him his title, standing in front of him.Jefferson: What you babbling about now Chris? Phenomenal: This match list doesn’t seem right to me, take a look.He hands the piece of paper he’s holding to Jefferson, who is already looking like he’s in a foul mood, and wears a false friendly smile as Jefferson studies it.Jefferson: I’ve got no idea what you’re going on about, it’s exactly the same as mine. Phenomenal: But it says you’re wrestling Michael Smart tonight?
Jefferson: Yeah...what exactly is your point? Phenomenal: Well I thought you had a rematch for the title. You know, you whined and complained about not being pinned or submitted, I just assumed but I guess Hawthorne didn’t think you were good enough to make a contest out of it.This comment has the desired effect and Jefferson, a scowl etched onto his features, steps forward into Phenomenal’s face. Phenomenal smirks, satisfied.Jefferson: Not good enough to make a contest out of it? Of it wasn’t for you I would still be champion. Phenomenal: Doesn’t matter what would be, what matters is what is. You are not champion and clearly the boss doesn’t think you’re good enough to beat Shadow one-on-one.Jefferson’s expression turns into a snarl now as he steps right into Phenomenal’s face, almost going nose to nose with each other. The big man smirks as he looks down at the angry Jefferson, but Jack doesn’t seem fazed by the height different at all. Jefferson raises his fist, threatening to strike Phenomenal, but then a smile breaks out on his face.Jefferson: Did you honestly think I was stupid enough to fall for that? Jefferson walks away shaking his head, leaving Phenomenal staring after him and cursing his luck that his plan didn’t work. Normally it’s pretty easy to flip Jefferson’s switch and have him lose control, for the first time in a while he just showed some restraint. That means he must be taking the Chairman’s warning seriously.
Fade to Black----------- Match: Thiago Gracie Armbar Challenge (Credit: Thiago Gracie) As the show continues, Thiago Gracie is seen in the middle of the ring, dressed in his full black gi, with a white Gracie Jiu-Jitsu triangle logo on the back. Gracie, much to the consternation of all English teachers and majors in the viewing audience, has a microphone at hand. Thiago Gracie: I stand here challenge any and all who think they can survive ninety seconds here inside the rope! Gracie Jiu Jitsu is dominant, and I will prove it to all of you! So, who's wanting some? The crowd, as you might expect, stand up as one, with a wide cross section of the audience volunteering for their shot. Gracie: I pick HIM! Gracie points out a big, flexing college age drunkard wearing a SLA shirt, and the mostly useless ACW security staff finally makes themselves helpful in escorting him to the ring. Gracie: What your name, boy? Volunteer: MY name Brent Jennings, and I ain't no boy, I was state champ in high school wrestling at my division, and I'm gonna kick the hell outta you, karate man! Gracie: Ring the bell now. Thiago immediatly shoots in, wrapping his arms around Jennings's waist, snapping him to the ground with a ferociously fast takedown right into a mount, and instantly applies the jujigatame from there, wrenching back hard as he gets a yell out of his opponent. Phillip Jones: The winner of the Armbar Challenge, Thiago Graci... Gracie: Wait your voice! I won no armbar challenge, that was no challenge! Give me another opponent! This time, make it a real wrestler! The security helps Jennings back to his seat, and ensures that no lasting damage has been done to his aching arm. Gracie: I'm not here waiting much longer for you! If you want make your name here, head to this ring! Suddenly, "Open Your Eyes" by the Guano Apes plays, a familiar sound to longtime ACW, Fallout, and PEWA fans, who recognize the entrance theme for well-worn veteran Brian Carnage. Carnage: Thiago Gracie! You talk about your mastery of the armbar, but I am the best at another submission hold, a move far more complex and difficult to perfect, the Manjigatame, the Octopus Hold! Now, do you fans want to see me make the big bad Brazilian tap out? The fans meet Carnage with a mix of boos and cheers, perhaps a sign of their current mixed status, but also their varied reactions to Thiago. Carnage: Hey, think what you want, but I'm through talking here, I'm going to head right down there, and I'm not only going to survive, like I always do, but I'm going to defeat Thiago Gracie and put ACW on notice that I'm still standing, I'm still alive, I'm still kicking, and I'm still slapping on the Octopus like nobody's business, now gimmie a shout! Brian Carnage drops the microphone and runs down to the ring, sliding through under the bottom rope, and standing up right in Gracie's face. Referee Jessie Reynolds calls for the bell, and Carnage slaps the taste out of his opponent's mouth. Thiago stumbles back a step, but retaliates with a brutal straight palm of his own, knocking Brian Carnage back into the ropes. Carnage, his instincts honed by years on the independants, slides through the ropes as Gracie approaches, and slingshots off, going for what looks like a crossbody...but instead, he wraps around further, throwing a leg over Gracie's head, going for the Octopus Hold! Instead, though, Thiago's quick reflexes send Carnage sliding back to his feet, landing right in front of the Brazilian. Even worse than having his hold countered, Carnage realizes too late that Thiago Gracie never let go of his shoulder, and Gracie leaps up into an elevated guard position, pulling his opponent down into an open guard, and slides right over into a vertical armbar, completing the entire sequence in less than two seconds! Carnage, knowing from his experience when to fight and when to tap, decides to take the latter route, giving Gracie the fight, and the bell rings. Phillip: Your winner, again, of the Armbar Challenge, Thiago Gracie! Fade Out
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:23:56 GMT -5
Segment: The greatest new guy ever because he's PS3/Conservative/God Fearing/Footy fan/MMA fan second segment EVAR (Credit: Scorpion)
The cameras cut to the back now where ACW backstage interviewers Kevin Anderson and Charlotte King appear to be embroiled in a heated argument about something.
Kevin Anderson: You must be out of your mind! Did you see what that godforsaken nutcase did last week!? There is no way in HELL I’m interviewing him!
Charlotte King: That’s real nice of you there Kevin, way to act like a man! So you’re going to make the girl interview this psychopath who might snap at a moment’s notice!
Kevin Anderson: You don’t know that Charlotte. I mean, we don’t really know anything about the guy. Maybe you can use your…you know, womanly ways.
Charlotte looks incredibly offended but resists the urge to slap Kevin in the face and tries to think of a reasonable solution. Suddenly, she gets an idea and reaches into her pocket. She produces a coin and looks at Kevin. Kevin nods in agreement and they seem to accept that whoever loses the coin toss will have to conduct the interview.
Charlotte King: Call it in the air.
Charlotte flips the coin high into the air and waits for the call.
Kevin Anderson: Heads!
Charlotte catches the coin and flips it over before lifting her palm to show that the coin has indeed landed heads up. Kevin pumps his fist in celebration as Charlotte drops her head in worry before shooting Kevin a dirty look, picking up a microphone, and instructing the cameraman to follow her. They both walk down several hallways and keep up a steady pace, obviously looking for their assigned person to interview. Finally, Charlotte notices a door slightly ajar and motions to the cameraman to follow her. She pushes the door open and squints heavily to see in the darkened room. The cameraman switches the camera over to night-vision mode in order to get a better view of things.
The camera shows a room that’s nearly completely empty, obviously a spare room for the arena that’s likely used for some type of storage. Finally, the cameraman stops in his tracks when he finally sees who Charlotte is supposed to interview. Seated in the corner of the room, Indian-style with his head bowed, is the unmistakable figure of The Scorpion, his long and wavy hair covering his face. Charlotte gulps heavily and walks over to him, her eyes obviously having adjusted to the darkness. She walks over closer and notices some bandages wrapped around his head, obviously due to the severe self-inflicted beating he suffered last week. She finally works up her courage and speaks, but there is a clear hint of nervousness in her voice and she’s obviously creeped out.
Charlotte King: Umm…Mr. Scorpion? This is Charlotte King. I was wondering if I could get a few words from you…
The Scorpion seemingly doesn’t hear her as he continues to simply sit there draped over, still as a statue except for the soft, rhythmic pulses of his breathing. Charlotte looks at the cameraman with a look of confusion and leans in a little closer. She speaks again, this time a little bit louder in case he might be sleeping.
Charlotte King: Mr. Scorpion? Sorry to disturb you, but I need to get a few words with you. Can you hear me?
There is again no reaction as The Scorpion continues to show no emotion or response. Charlotte looks at the cameraman again and reaches forward to tap him on the shoulder. However, before her hand can even get close, The Scorpion quickly jerks his right arm and latches onto her wrist, without even looking up! Charlotte gives a quick yelp out of instinct and notices the young man’s grip. His grip is as strong as a vice; however his hands are also icy cold, which unnerves Charlotte even more. The Scorpion then raises his head and flings his hair back, glaring at Charlotte with a pair of cold green eyes that reflect her image like the tinted glass of a church window. Charlotte begins noticeably shaking as The Scorpion effortlessly rises to his feet and draws close to her.
He gets directly in her face and gets a strange look about him, as he cocks his head to the side and seemingly studies her. After a few moments he’s seemingly satisfied with what he was looking for and quickly releases his grip on her arm. He looks to sit back down, but Charlotte stops him before he can.
Charlotte King: Please Mr. Scorpion! I don’t like this either but it’s my job! I know you don’t talk much, but please give me a few words!
Hearing this, The Scorpion turns and gives her a look of disgust, before finally uttering a few words.
The Scorpion: Ego fui nusquam loquor vobis. Licentia iam pro ego perdo meus patientia.
Charlotte looks at the cameraman with a look of total confusion on her face, obviously having no clue what in the hell this man just said. She turns back to him slightly frustrated.
Charlotte King: Sir, what in the world was that? I can’t understand you! Talk to me in English!
The Scorpion shoots her a dismissive look before calming sitting back down and resuming his apparent meditation. Charlotte is now openly angered and she gets closer to him and speaks once again.
Charlotte King: Who do you think you are!? I’m just trying to do my job and you talk to me in a foreign language!?
She looks to keep going, but The Scorpion once again stops her cold with a glare. He quickly rises to his feet, grabs her head, pulls her head in close to his and calmly translates in a voice barely above a whisper.
The Scorpion: That was Latin, the language of the gods. Something the likes of you wouldn’t understand. Translated, I said that I have nothing to say to you and told you to leave before I lose my patience.
With that, he lets her go and calmly sits back down. Charlotte’s eyes get wide with fear and she seemingly gets the message as she quickly ushers the cameraman out of the room and closes the door behind her. She quickly walks back down the hall, obviously flustered by what just happened before running into Kevin Anderson again.
Kevin Anderson: Well, you’re still alive! I guess he’s not so weird and creepy after all!
Charlotte glares at Kevin and finally hauls off and slaps him dead across the face! Kevin grasps his face in pain as Charlotte storms off in anger before the cameras finally cut away…
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:24:46 GMT -5
SMOKERS ARE JOKERS Danny Mainer Having spent the last week enjoying the fruit of his insurance policy, Danny Mainer had been bed-ridden in a hospital once again thanks to the nefarious giant Aiden Joseph, better known as Thunderkiss. Emulating Mainer’s style of “anything you do, I’ll make insignificant”, Thunderkiss responded to Mainer’s initial throwdown of a sucker punch by brutalizing him with a steel chair causing his blood to stain the steel stage of the ACW arena a rusted iron colour before lifting him up above his head and launching him callously off of the stage and into the pyrotechnics booth for the stage. There was a huge explosion and Mainer was then immediately rushed into the hospital as a result. Mainer had a large “Mr. Bump” bandage wrapped around his head and his arm was in a sling.
It was early in the afternoon in the Portland Downtown Hospital in the state of Oregon. People at work and school were just coming off their lunch breaks ready to get back to work which in Danny Mainer’s world was playtime. The attending nurse walked into the ward and opened a big window as it warming up a little. She then walked over to Danny with a big smile on her face. She had light, curly brown hair which came down to her shoulders and a trim figure which made full use of her work uniform. Sweetly, she began to check up on Mainer.Nurse: “How’s my favourite wrestler this afternoon?” Danny Mainer: ”I’m not entirely sure but probably injecting steroids, flexing and catching some kind of transmitted infection I’d imagine? I dunno.”Mainer pulled his tongue out, amused by the sly joke.Nurse: “Thunderkiss? Ew, I hate him and yet owe him at the same time, if it weren’t for him I wouldn’t have gotten to meet my favourite wrestler!” Danny Mainer: ”Hah, the ego boosting of this place almost makes it worth the fact I feel like I’ve got a Barcelona bullfight going in my head right now. Arriba! Arriba! Toro! Toro!”Nurse: “Awh, want me to fluff your pillow for you?” Danny Mainer: ”No thanks Nurse Connors, I’ll be fine.”Nurse Connors: “Please, call me Lauren!” Danny Mainer: ”Okie dokie Lauren! Per chance is it okay if I go outside for a smoke?”Nurse Connors: “Sure! You remember where the smoking deck is right?” Danny Mainer: ”Of course.”Nurse Connors: “Do you need help getting down there?” Danny Mainer: ”Nope! I’ll be okay but thanks anyways Lauren.”Mainer flung his legs over the edge of the bed, resting his feet on the ground. He picked up his free-running shoes and threw them on, lacing them up quickly before reaching down for his rucksack. Putting it to one side he got a piece of paper and a pen and scribbled out his phone number and a quick note for Nurse Connors before leaving it on his pillow. He then took his bag and slung it over shoulder heading down the corridor towards the smoking deck. Heading out into the warm air, he stretched his arms and took a quick scan of the area to see that nobody was around. The deck was presently empty and everyone was busy at work instead of perving around. Mainer took out a cigarette and lit up taking a few drags until he was satisfied. A minute or two later when he finished the cigarette he flicked it away and walked to the left of the deck before flinging himself over the rail. He latched onto a drain pipe and slide down speedily.Danny Mainer: ”Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!”Jumping off on a ledge which jutted out from the building, he dropped to a prone position as he could hear the sounds of people beneath him. Crawling slowly to the edge, he started to unwind the bandage and fling it to one side. He saw that there was only a few people standing by a nearby bus stop up the road so he slowly clambered down one of the support beams for the overhang of the entrance and dropped a few feet to the floor. He quickly dashed for cover behind a row of hedges as two paramedics ran out of the main entrance towards an unlocked ambulance.Perry Walker (Paramedic 1): “Hey, we gotta’ get on out, there’s been a 911 call from the Sabin area, knife fight turned ugly and we have three people in serious condition, ready Todd?” Todd Caroon (Paramedic 2): “Ready when you are Perry!” Perry Walker: “Alright! We need to get up on the Pacific Highway and then turn off into Elliot. Let’s do this!” The two started to open the doors as Danny, knowing that you had to take the Pacific Highway to get to the Rose Garden arena quickly dashed to the two back doors hopping in the back of the ambulance shutting the door in synch with Todd who rides shotgun. Dropping to a prone position and hiding underneath the stretcher, Mainer remained ghostly quiet as the ambulance roared into life and the sirens came on.Todd Caroon: “Fuck YEAH! Let’s save some lives!” Danny Mainer: (whispering) Ho-shit....”Back in the ward, Nurse Connors had returned to see that all of Mainers stuff had gone and the bed had been made with his hospital gown being hung neatly over the backrail. She read the note on the serving tray.She smiled, before pocketing the note staring at the empty bed for a moment before running off to alert the hospital.FADE
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:26:46 GMT -5
Mr. Red vs. Jonny Spade (Credit: J-Free)
Throughout the past month, Jonny Spade has been popping up wherever Red goes, saying nothing, and just staring. Red has wanted to know why, but right now, the more pressing issue is winning this match, proving himself and getting an ACW contract. Red comes forward quickly, with a couple of shots to the face of Jonny Spade, quickly showing off his new-found aggressiveness. He grabs the arm of Spade, and gives him an armdrag, adding a little more pop to it, then he may have done previously in the past. Spade gets up quickly, and before Red can do any other move, Spade grabs him and locks in a headlock, but Red backs Spade into the ropes, and pushes him off, Spade rebounds, and Red leap frogs him, but Spade returns back quickly with a clothesline. He drops down to Red and puts him in a side headlock, hoping to keep him on the ground. For the opening minutes, both of them go back and forth, chain wrestling, though both of them being quite aggressive, and Red being a bit more hard-hitting and less flashy than he has been in the past.
As the match progresses, Red is proving that he has shown improvement since the last time he was in the ACW ring, hitting some innovative moves on Spade, but Spade has shown that he hasn’t lost a step as well. Spade goes for a northern lights suplex, but Red shifts his weight to end up back on his feet, and plants Spade with a hard DDT, going for the first cover of the match, which is a two count. Spade gets up, and Red gives him a hard dropkick. Spade falls into the corner, and Red runs forward, but Spade shoots forward, grabbing him and hitting him with the S-Drop #3 (Rock Bottom to Backbreaker). This stops Red, and Spade goes for a cover, only getting a two count. Spade pulls Red to his feet, and lifts him up, putting him on the turnbuckle. Spade makes a cutthroat motion and climbs up going for some sort of avalanche move, perhaps his exploder suplex, but Red hits him with some forearms, and shoves him backwards. Spade falls into the ring, and Red leaps from the turnbuckle, hitting a body splash to Spade, before rolling off, and getting to his feet. Spade gets to his hands and knees, but Red runs in with a baseball slide, which knocks Spade back down. Red pins again for a two count.
Red seems to have gotten a lot of momentum, and he stays in control for a bit. After a while he goes for a hurricanrana on Spade, but Spade catches him and hits a powerbomb, a second powerbomb, and then a samoan driver all in one brutal combo! He goes for a pin, but Red gets the shoulder up, staying resilient. Spade begins to motion for Red to stand, wanting to finish this. He motions once more, ready to put Red away, and grabs Red looking for the Silver Spade! He puts Red up, and spins him around, but as Red spins he shifts his weight allowing himself to actually rotate around Spade, lock his legs around Spade’s waist and hit a Code Red! Red is stunned, as this was a desperation move but he manages to lean forward, and the ref counts the pin…though it is just a two count! Red gets up slowly, as does Spade, and now Red comes forward hitting some fierce shots to Spade. Spade goes in the corner, and Red begins to pummel away at him, with hard shots, as the Ref yells at Red to break it up. Red has gotten intense now and will not be stopped. The ref begins a five count, and Red backs away, as Spade sinks down into the corner, but Red shoots forward and hits another baseball slide, pulling Spade from the corner and pinning for two.
Both men have proved their resilience in this match, and it comes close to the end. Red has Spade seemingly weak, and puts him in position for a Drop of Red! Spade however, sinks down to his knees, and grabs Red’s tights, yanking them backwards, causing Red to shoot forward into the turnbuckle. Spade gets up slowly and grabs Red from behind hitting a nice german suplex, but Red kicks out! Spade stands up and yells to the crowd, before getting ready to show Red why he is the former International Champion. He waits for Red to get up, and moves in, but suddenly Red jumps and hits a huge Cincinatti Swing! Spade is hit so suddenly he doesn’t see it coming at all. Red gets up slowly, just as Spade begins to fall, grabbing Spade and putting his head between his legs. Red lets out a yell and raises his hands before nailing the Drop of Red perfectly. He pins, and 1 . . . 2 . . . 3!
Phillip: Here is your winner, Mr. Red!
Red is exhausted, but he has managed to secure himself an ACW in a hard-fought match. The crowd let their appreciation be heard, as both men put up quite the fight and delivered quite the strong matchup. Red knows that tonight he’s proved his worth.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:27:49 GMT -5
Innocent Until Proven Guilty (Credit: Flamingo)
The camera opens backstage to Adrian Flamingo sitting patiently in a hallway flow. Split legged in his wrestling gear of trunks, kneepads, and boots, Adrian ruffled his shaggy blond hair with a fork that he retrieved from his denim vest. With each dig of the fork, Flamingo nicks the top of his head as well as satisfying the intense inching that came with not showering too often.
Many wondered what Adrian did between shows. He was usually in his ring gear at the show, if not wearing a pair of ragged blue jeans along with his vest and boots, and many wondered if he even had any other clothes. For that matter, many wondered if Adrian had a home at this point. The ACW staff would see him pull up to the venue in a beat up, spray-painted black Pontiac and then see him leave in the same vehicle after the show ended. He didn't have any bags nor did he have any contact with anyone before of after the show. Simply put, Adrian only seemed to exist when Warfare was going on the air before disappearing after it ended.
The truth was Adrian had money, lots of it in fact. He could stay in any hotel he wanted, drive any care he desired, and get an entire new wardrobe, but all of that seemed pointless anymore. He simply did the bare minimum to get him by until the next show. Days when he wasn't in ACW seemed to meld for Adrian into one boring, incomprehensible blob. He felt alive when he walked into the locker room and met with disgusted looks - and as we all know, Adrian loved to feel alive. After slowly pulling it out of his hair, Flamingo sneered at the camera.
Adrian Flamingo: Last week, I took a beating. No, I'm not talking about getting pinned in the middle of the ring by the Candyman, I'm talking about the beating my civil liberties have taken since returning to ACW. I AM AN INNOCENT MAN... INNOCENT! Nobody wants Adrian Flamingo! They say I'm dangerous... DANGEROUS?! ME?! No, I'm not dangerous, I'm just doing the right thing but all of a sudden I'm a BAD GUY! I guess I just don't ever do a damn thing right!
Adrian slammed his fists back, pounding the wall with a thud. With a grimace on his face, Adrian bent his fork in one hand while smoothing his greasy, dirty hair back to show the scars that he had collected over the years. Each one told a different story of abuse, violence, and self-neglect that had ultimately led him down this path of self-destruction.
Adrian Flamingo: You know, I was told my WHOLE life that NO ONE likes a bully... but why are you so special, Panther? In the movies, the misfit knocks out the bully after spending the whole movie doubting himself and then the hot girl runs down and kisses him while the whole crowd cheers. Where is my cheering crowd?! Where is my hot girl? See, I've got nothin and no one. You, though, Panther, you've got everyone on your side now! The new guy in charge says I can't use my fork anymore unless the rules let me, I wonder why? My dearest old Uncle is now giving your advice on how to beat me. MY OWN FLESH AND BLOOD... and he turned on me, just like that. The people in the audience, they're starting to cheer your name whenever I'm in the ring, why? Huh? Why do they want to support a MONSTER like you and boo the kid who FINALLY stood up to you?! They don't even know the whole story and you've got them eating out of your hands like the violent little manipulator that you are! They don't see it, but I do!
Adrian threw his bent up fork down the hallway before retrieving another one out of the pocket of his denim vest. The fork was starting to become a sensible weapon to him. It was small, lightweight, easily concealable, and every diner, restaurant, store, and home across America had dozens of them for the taking. A wide eyed Flamingo shook his head, sending his hair back over his eyes.
Adrian Flamingo: I know how you do it, though. You're playing dumb, old man. You think that if you deny everything that I'm going to give up going after you? Wrong! I heard something once about a leopard not being able to change his spots, but a Panther can sure as hell change his mask and colors, huh? Well, since you seem to be so goddamn stupid... I guess I'll refresh your memory.
Flamingo pulled the camera down to his level, starring into it like he was able to stare into Red Panther's soul. As he looked back into his life, Adrian held his head in the palms of his hands.
Adrian Flamingo: When I turned 18 years old, I left boarding school and flew straight down to Mexico to start on the path of my dream. See, I read a lot of lucha libre magazines and I used to trade tapes from Mexico before the internet made it easier to view. Boy, those were the days, watching the glory years of El Santo, Blue Demon, Ultimo Guerrero, and Dr. Wagner... I wanted to be just like them. I wanted to go out to the middle of the ring and fly around the ropes and do moves that were not humanly possible. So, I got down to Mexico City, home of some of the largest lucha shows in the world, and I signed up for training school. Back then, I had a few trainers and its always tradition to break down the newbies – you know, seperate the future from the never-will-bes, but nobody tried to break me down like you did. If I got a move wrong, I had to do 300 Hingu Squats. If I got it right, I had to do 350. I just thought you were trying to make me earn my lumps, but that was until you jumped me one night after our training sessions. Hell, I'll always remember it because it was the first time I ever had a few of my ribs broken. You beat me within an inch of my life, Panther, and then told me that “gringos had no place in lucha.” I was left for dead in a back alley where little orphan kids took my wallet and poked at me with a stick like I was a goddamn corpse. It wasn't till later that some of my classmates walked me to a hospital where I stayed until I was healthy enough to go back. You wanna know how bad I wanted to jump your fatass back then? You wanna know how badly I wanted to grab something sharp and DRAAAAAG it over your flesh?! I couldn't though. I didn't have the balls to do it back then, but I sure as hell have them now! Oh, of course, back then you were the BLUE Panther and you were much bigger, but there are some things that just don't change.
Adrian stood up, pulling the camera up with him with a smirk on his face. He threw his fork into the lens of the camera, causing it to bounce off into the floor. Flamingo pulled out another fork, also tossing it at the camera. He did this three or four more times as he continued.
Adrian Flamingo: So where ya been all these years, huh? Setting up some false ID in Hawaii? Passing off some sob story about your Dad? Guess what, “kid”, its 2010 and we all get Daddy issues. Its been almost ten years comin' Panther and I ain't buying any excuses or lies. Tonight is the night you die!
Flamingo pulled open his denim vest to reveal several forks taped to the inside of it. The camera also showed several forks poking up from the top of his trunks and some shoved down into the sides of his boots. Flamingo plucked one at random and held it up to the camera with a smile on his face.
Adrian Flamingo: No DQ... means Mr. Fork can come out to play and Hawthorne can't do a damn thing about it. I'm going to gut you, Panther! I'm going to cut your throat in the middle of the ring and make art in the center of the ring with your blood... because that's what I am... an artist. Everyone walks around all high and mighty with their noses stuck up in the air, looking down at me like I'm some sort of freak, and maybe I am. Maybe I don't ever do anything that is worth a damn and I make everything SOOOO BAD... but I make art. Tonight, I'm going to make you into a fucking masterpiece, Panther!
Adrian tossed the final fork at the camera and walked away, leaving the camera to zoom in on the pile of forks on the ground.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:28:29 GMT -5
“CROSS YOUR HEART” Credit: Rena & Thunderkiss [Something wicked this way comes. Last week Rena Matheson participated in a secret meeting with ACW’s new Chairman Samuel Hawthorne. Upon parting ways, suspicious immediately were raised as to where he true loyalties reside. Promising Hawthorne to deliver secret information about Thunderkiss’ plans for both SLA and ACW, one cannot help but think that her heart belongs to the later. A few days after that fateful cloak and dagger mission she has made good on her promise to Hawthorne to meet with TK’s wife, Anna Sommers, and use her as an inside to TK’s mind. After an invite and an acceptance, they meet here at a quaint café on the outskirts of the City of Angles.] Anna Sommers-Joseph: Hello Rena. I was quite surprised to get your invitation, all things considered. Rena: Yeahhhh, I'd like to apologize for my actions last spring. I suppose it wasn't very lady-like of me. Anna: Thank you for that. I know that didn’t come easy so know that I was touched by your apology. Needless to say since I allow my husband around you that all things have been forgiven. Besides, you helped make me into the woman I am today and in some odd and twisted way, I owe you for that. Rena: Well, I guess all I can say is you're welcome. I'm happy something good came out of that disaster. Anna: So for what reason do I owe you your company today? Rena: I don't know, I just feel like I've spent so much time patching things up with Aiden than I hadn't devoted any time at all to you. [Lies. Rena’s true intentions remained veiled in secrecy as she slowly but surely beings to lull away Anna’s inhibitions with some good ol’ fashioned girl talk. After a few passing quarter hours, the two resemble two college sorority girls who are giggling it up over a few lattes at Starbucks. With her reservations now apparently gone, Rena goes in for the kill.] Rena: Oh babe, I'm so happy you let me work with Aiden. We make a good team, don't you agree? Well, ACW wouldn't agree because they're too scared to admit it. I do wonder, though, how you feel all about this change. I mean, your father was the Chairman and everything. Anna: Well, I support Kiss fully on this. In fact, I am as much of a part of this as he is. We are in this together. We had every intention of starting a new life far away from my father and those who had made our lives hell all last year. We were done, we had zero care in the world that they thought they had won. It meant nothing to to us.They had their company was finally Thunderkiss free, there was no reason for doing what Steve Phillips did, nor my father. None. Anything Kiss had ever done to either of man was made even the day they screwed him over at Omega Effect. As far as I am concerned, the blood of SLA is on their hands and while my father may be gone, it is a debt passed onto his predecessor. Rena: Hold up. Shift it back. You think Hawthorne should be held accountable for what Steve and your father did? Anna: He may be an innocent bystander, but his company is anything but. My husband cares for this business and all those who are employed within it. Despite what people may think, his cause his noble and I am extremely proud of him. He just wants to make sure what happened to him will never happen to another wrestler ever again. Rena: Well, it is not like Aiden is going at this alone so suffice to say that others see things the way you do. We do. Anna: Us, and many more. Rena: Many more? Anna: Oh yes, there have been many who have called him in confidentiality to let him know they agree with him. In fact, you actually wouldn’t believe who has called us up. They have not joined SLA because they are too scared, scared at what may happen if SLA were to fail and they burned their bridge with ACW. As much as it aggrivates Thunderkiss that they are want him to succeed but don’t lay a hand, deep down, he understands their plight. It just makes him work harder. Unfortunately this means that we do not get to see each other as much these days. Rena: You can’t open pandora’s box and expect me not to take a peek. Do tell. Anna: Well, I shouldn’t tell you this but one of the largest supporters of ACW is actually hoping that Thunderkiss ends up buying out the company. Of course I am speaking of none other than - [Anna leans into Rena’s ear and whispers a name that nearly causes the Ringleader’s eyes to nearly fall out of their sockets.] Rena: Wow, that is interesting. [Mission complete. Knowledge is power and right now Rena could give Superman a run for his money. Not wanting to pry too much and leave Anna with supecisions, Rena does not press her luck and announces that the time has come for the two to part ways.] Rena: Shit! Just look at the time! I totally forgot I had a pedicure appointment in 5 minutes. I'm sorry I have to jet, babe. Anna: I as well. It was nice seeing you Rena. Let’s do this again soon? Okay? Rena: Absolutely! Anna: Now remember not to share our secrets, Rena. I would hate for Thunderkiss to lose trust in me. Rena: Oh babe, you don't have anything to worry about. I would never dream about telling! [Rena hurried outside of the cafe and grabbed her phone as soon as she possibly could, dialing a number quickly. As she started to strut down the street in the direction of the mall, she lit a cigarette while gracefully balancing her cellphone in between her head and shoulder] Rena: Hey. I need to see you soon. Yeah, I've got something for you. No, I think you'll want to hear this. Bye. [FADE]
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:30:27 GMT -5
Born Again is also brought to you by the USA Government
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:32:07 GMT -5
Title: Plans Credit: Trent Wheeler
Trent Wheeler's room is shown. This being a bigger night in ACW, he has been granted his own place, since he is the Entertainment Champion. Ryan Stark can be heard hyping Wheeler before his match. Wheeler is seen doing a warm-up workout, pumping his fists through the air. There is an electric atmosphere hanging about. Kevin Anderson walks in, attempting to get a few words from Wheeler before the defense.
Ryan Stark Come on Trenty! Keep those fists flying. Then you got to ready your legs. Keep those kicks devestating.
Kevin Anderson Hey guys! Mine if I get a word before the big match?
Ryan Stark Well if it isn't my old "pal" Kevin! You know Kev, if it weren't for you, I would have never got to manage Trenty here.
Trent Wheeler You were so annoying. I still hate you for it. Let's now mince words.
Kevin Anderson Well Trent, that's in the past. I'm just hear to see what you have to say about your match with Criminal.
Trent Wheeler Criminal. I got nothing to say about him, except that he doesn't deserve it. He deserves to be in jail. But what can you expect from on justice system.
Ryan Stark Nothing at all.
Kevin Anderson Funny you should mention the courts Trenty, because there have been rumors going around. That those drugs that were found in Criminal's car...were yours.
Trent Wheeler Wha-what!? I can honestly say... those weren't mine!
Kevin Anderson So Stark's then huh?
Ryan Stark Hey Kev, you better have some proof if your gonna say things like that. Somebody could get hurt.
A sign of fear begins to show on Anderson's face.
Kevin Anderson Well, I'm just telling you what I've heard. And you know, I think this was enough for the interview, so I'll just be getting out of your way now.
Anderson rushes out of the room, leaving Wheeler and Stark to think over the situation.
Trent Wheeler You just had to get back at Criminal that way, didn't you Stark?
Stark stays silent, looking at the ground. Wheeler sighs and leaves.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:34:38 GMT -5
Nearing the Climax... By Dave Shadow, Vortex and TJ As we cut backstage, we find Dave and TJ walking along the hallways. The two men, who recently christened themselves “The Renaissance” have obviously wasted little time getting their merchandise up and going, as both wear t-shirts with their team name emblazed across the chest. Dave holds the World title over his shoulder, and both men are in their wrestling gear, ready for their big fights tonight. In fact, both seem to be in high spirits, as they walk along, chatting and laghing. They make their way down the hallway, passing some backstage workers, some technical equipment, a door...
Dave stops midsentence, as he realises he can hear a familiar voice from inside the room they just passed. He looks at the name on the door, before turning to TJ and giving him a weird look. TJ tries to listen but he can’t recognise the voice. The two men inch closer to the door, trying to listen in on the conversation inside. However, just as their ears reach the wooden door, it clicks, starting to open.
Dave and TJ leap back, trying to look innocent but failing pretty badly due to their obvious over reactions. Dave looks to the sky, whistling, while TJ folds his arms and looks down at the floor. Two men emerge from the office. The first is the most obvious; Hawthorne, dressed in his finest suit for the show, folds his arms and looks sternly at the two men. Behind him appears Vortex, and suddenly, Dave’s overreactions to appear innocent stops. Vortex and Dave lock eyes, as TJ looks between them uncomfortably.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Dave, you know that I’ve been wanting to take this guy out when he attacked you, but you kept saying not to lower to his level. Dave, you might as well just wait til the match tonight, you waited this longer, what’s another hour? Even though taking him out would be fun…. Hawthorne: You’ve aligned yourself with some smart people, Dave. But just in case, you are in no way to lay a finger on Vortex until that bell rings tonight during the main event. Do you understand? Dave and Vortex continue to stare each other down, neither wanting to give up the psychological advantage. As such, Dave talks without looking away from his opponent.Dave: I understand that, right now, if I wanted to rip his head off, you’d be hard pushed not to stop me.Hawthorne: I get it Dave. I’m untested, and you’re pushing to see where the line is. Right now though, “champ”, you’ve got your toes touching it, and your head is over it. So I suggest you calm down, and realise that you may be the champion, but I am the boss. Hawthorne looks at the two, before starting to head into his office again. Vortex walks out from behind him. The boss stops momentarily to give one final message.Hawthorne: Vortex, the same goes for you. I won’t have my main event compromised backstage where no one can see it. And with that, Hawthorne walks back into his office, and the door clicks shut. Vortex, Dave and TJ are all left standing in the hallway, an awkward silence passing between them. TJ realises that he’s going to have to be the voice of reason in this threesome, and puts his hand on Dave’s shoulder.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Dave, dude, I think we should start heading back to wherever it was we were going in the first place, just so you don’t do anything you’ll regret in a few hours. However, trying to break the lock between their eyes is easier said than done. Dave talks, as if TJ isn’t even there. Dave: So Vortex. You’re about to have the biggest match of your career. You nervous?Vortex: Nervous? I will admit I am looking forward to this match, however considering I have faced--and beaten--ACW legends such as Hunter and Atomic Kitsune, I doubt I will have an issue with you.Dave let’s a small smile spread across his face. Dave: Confident bugger, aren’t you? Vortex, I’ll give you that you’ve had a good run, and you’ve done a brilliant job getting inside my head. Others have done it before. Chris Phenomenal managed to put me in a coma for a month, and the bastard still is with me every day when I have a moment alone, a moment where I drift back to his attacks. Jack Jefferson and I fought that many times, on that many stages, in so many ways that it was impossible not to think about him every time I closed my eyes. But you? You’re special, Vortex. Cause I’ll admit now that NO-ONE has ever gotten inside my head so quickly and so well.Vortex: This is only the beginning, Dave.Dave: See, here’s the thing though Vortex. I know your type. I know your game. I know exactly what your type does in the ring to “get in my head”. But you’re not as clever as you think. You played your cards too early. Cause now that I know what your game is, I’ve prepared a counter game. I’m ready for you, Vortex, and I look forward to going out there and showing you how no-one beats Dave Shadow in a battle of minds.Vortex: You don't know my mind that well then. The phrase 'get inside your head' is quite literal to me...but you wouldn't understand that. Let me just say that I am among the best at psychological manipulation...something that you have witnessed firsthand out of the ring, and soon will witness inside the ring.And with that, Vortex begins whistling 'Mary Had a Little Lamb' loudly and breaks the eye contact. He looks down at the championship belt over Dave’s shoulder, before looking at Dave and TJ once more. He turns to leave. After taking a step or two though, he turns back.Vortex: I forgot to ask. How is Chris Williams doing?Dave starts to move forward, but TJ stops him, putting his arm over his chest. Dave looks at TJ, but TJ refuses to budge. Vortex let’s out a sly smile, counting that as yet another small win in this battle. He walks off down the halls--whistling once more--and leaves the two men together.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ We both want to end that fucker, but just wait until your match, make him eat each and every piece of shit he’s said in the last few weeks. Make him regret the actions he made these past weeks Just beat him. Dave relaxes his muscles, as TJ stands down. He knows his partner is right, and that he shouldn’t be letting Vortex get to him like this. He looks at TJ and sighs, and as the scene fades, the two men turn to look after Vortex. He may be winning battles, but the result of the war will be decided later on this evening in the main event.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You know Dave, Sammy didn’t say anything about me laying a finger on Vortex. Dave grins at TJ's joke...or at least, what he thinks is a joke, before nodding in the opposite direction. The two men walk off. Vortex is safe. For now.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:35:19 GMT -5
Trent Wheeler vs. Criminal (Credit: CP) Returning to the arena we focus in on the crowd, signs in the air and a general aura of excitement reverberating around the Rose Garden. Completing the circuit we switch camera shots and end up looking down at Maxwell McNally and Eddie Edison at ringside. McNally: Born Again up and to this point has truly lived up to the moniker hasn’t it Eddie. Less than a month ago it looked as if this company wasn’t going to make it out of the new year and now look at us, we’re nearly selling out the Rose Garden here in Portland.
Edison: It is quite marvelous when you think about it but I’d expect nothing less from the ACW faithful. They know that times are tight but also that we take two hours out of their week every week where they can forget their issues.
McNally: That’s exactly what today’s three hour supershow has been about, showcasing the new era of Alpha Championship Wrestling and re-establishing this company as the power player in professional wrestling.
Edison: And speaking of new-era, our next match pits two of the newer faces and future of stars fighting over the Entertainment Title, a belt that has launched the careers of a number of ACW’s top superstars, including our current champion, Dave Shadow.
McNally: With that said, let’s go to Phillip Jones in the ring for the official introductions.Again the camera switches off and this time zooms in on Phillip Jones, dressed in his usual three piece suit and a bowtie around his neck. Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with no time limit and is for the ACW Entertainment Championship. Now introducing first, the challenger. Tonight he weighs in at two hundred and twenty four pounds; hailing from St. Louis, Missouri.
A lot of people, ask me stupid fuckin’ questions.
CRIMINAL!!!The harsh voice of Eminem fills the arena as Criminal steps through the curtains to a wash of jeers from the ACW faithful. Ignoring them Criminal keeps his focus on the ring, glaring down at it through paint surrounded eyes. He breaks off in a sprint and slides into the ring as the chorus kicks in and pops up to his feet, soaking in the jeers before “Criminal” by Eminem is replaced by the pounding guitar riff and intimidating screams of “Back Burner” by August Burns Red as the crowd reverses to cheers for the Entertainment Champion. Phillip Jones: And introducing the champion. Tonight he weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds; hailing from Miami, Florida.Trent Wheeler bursts out from the back as the inaudible screams are drowned out by the frenzied crowd and the three black pyro’s going off at ringside. TRENT WHEELER!!!Wheeler throws his hands up in the air, giving the crowd the Corna before breaking off down towards the ring at a spring, sliding in and rolling up to his feet as Criminal looks on from his corner. Wheeler takes off his trench coat and throws it out of the ring before bending over, smacking the mat with his fists and letting loose a long howl, the crowd going along with him as he goes back to his corner. McNally: I don’t think anyone can doubt that the Portland faithful are pulling for the incumbent champion.
Edison: It doesn’t surprise me but I honestly don’t think it will affect Criminal that much. We’ve seen him in the back prior to the shows and he prefers to be on his own. Sure he has his few supporters but otherwise he’s all alone in this world.
McNally: When it comes down to it though, does it really matter whether the crowd is for you or against you?
Edison: I think it really depends on the psyche of the person involved. We’ve seen a number of Alpha Championship Wrestling’s most hated wrestlers go out their and do incredible things in the ring, take down a number of titles. It’s entirely dependant on that person.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:36:22 GMT -5
Back in the ring the bell sounds as Phillip Jones ducks out of the ring and referee Carter Donovan calls the two men together. They circle off, pawing at each other looking for an opening before Criminal shoots in, looking for a single leg but Wheeler stuffs it with a sprawl and ends up in a front facelock. Wheeler pins Criminal down for a second before he gets rolled over and Criminal pulls up to his feet partially before dropping down and connect with a jaw breaker. Getting to his feet he looks for a quick scoop slam and connects before dropping and elbow and holding Wheeler down, looking for the quick pin early on.
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Quick and easy for Wheeler, the count not even registering. The two get to their feet and this time they come together collar and elbow, Wheeler winning out with a quick inside knee lift and then grabs hold of the arm of Criminal and whips him into the ropes. Criminal hits them and hangs on as Wheeler telegraphs the back body drop and Criminal comes off and looks for a wicked kick to the face but Wheeler dupes him, grabbing the leg and taking him down with a well executed dragon screw. Leg still in hand he places his boot into the hamstring of Criminal twice before flipping over with a one legged jackknife pin.
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Criminal kicks out this time as Wheeler falls out of the jackknife and rolls up to his feet, the two staring each other down before backing away for a brief moment.
McNally: A little bit of fast paced action here to start us off in this Entertainment Championship Match.
Edison: Both of these guys would fit your classic junior heavyweight roll, similar to your Jake Cheng or Dan Whites wherein they can both fly around the ring but also go to war in a technical battle.
The two circle off each other and stare down before this time engaging in a test of strength. Wheeler comes out ahead on the tie up and ducks behind Criminal and looks to german suplex him, Criminal blocks it however with his leg tucked behind and spins around as well and takes Wheeler down with a backslide looking for a quick fall.
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Wheeler kicks out and gets up to his feet but eats a running shoulder block from Criminal and then a running shooting star press and covers him again.
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Again, the quick offense of Criminal sets his opponent off balance but doesn’t polish him off. Picking Wheeler up Criminal fires him into the ropes and on the rebound looks to take him down with a leg lariat but Wheeler holds the ropes and comes at Criminal, again going right at the leg with a set of stomps before dropping an elbow on it and pulling it up with an elbow-leglock.
McNally: Sound strategy here from Trent Wheeler, taking out the base of Criminal to slow him down.
Edison: Exactly. Some might say he lucked into the win at Winters Discontent but he‘s shown some promise in the ring and this shows his evolution.
Criminal pushes at Wheeler trying to get him off but that doesn’t work, Wheeler using his extra weight to his advantage. Criminal gets smart however and tries to tuck his leg around the throat of Wheeler and choke him out but The Black Wolf won’t let that happen, instead getting up to his feet out of the hold and trying to turn Criminal over into a single leg crab but this Criminal instead pushes up and hooks the second leg around the head of Wheeler and connects with a side hurricanrana, launching Wheeler into the corner and giving him some time to catch his breath.
Criminal gets to his feet first and as Wheeler gets up and goes for a high rise drop kick in the corner and connects, Wheeler wobbling. Criminal quickly gets up and looks to catch Wheeler with The Heist, his signature Ace Crusher but Wheeler instinctively grabs the ropes and saves himself the match and as Criminal gets up Wheeler looks for a delayed Vertical but Criminal counters, going over the back and grabbing hold of his head before landing and turning it into a running face buster on the counter and makes the quick cover.
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Again, Criminal almost pulls it off but Wheeler kicks out at the last second.
McNally: So close their for Criminal after that face buster.
Edison: Neither of these men are taking a break at all here, they going petal to the metal all the time.
Criminal gets to his feet and pulls a groggy Wheeler up and whips him across the ropes and on the rebound looks to hit a front spine buster. Wheeler however counters and as Criminal lifts him up, drops the leg behind and turns it into an STO variation planting Criminal on the back of his head. Wheeler takes a second to compose himself before pulling Criminal up and sending him flying into the corner before following in and nearly knocking the head off of Criminal with a Flash Kick that in turn sends him off the turnbuckle and face first to the mat. Wheeler quickly scrambles from off his back and rolls Criminal onto his back and hooks the leg.
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Criminal gets his hand on the rope just in time as a stunned Wheeler looks on, the concussive flash kick having connected flush. Wheeler rolls to his feet and looks at a weakened Criminal and stalks him just out of the corner. It takes a few seconds for Criminal to pull himself up as he takes a cheeky glance at Wheeler and sees him charging and leaps into the air just as Wheeler would have connected with a Severing Fang. Wheeler is unable to stop his momentum as he goes flying into the ring post head first, having backed Criminal into a corner with no where to go. Wheeler appears to be out as he stumbles back right into Criminal who doesn’t waste the opportunity presented to him and delivers a quick “Heist”, planting the already possibly shattered cranium of Wheeler into the canvas before rolling him over and hooking both legs…and the tights.
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McNally: One mistake appears to have cost Wheeler big time.
Edison: They say in sports to keep your head up and that’s evidence of why right their.
… … 3!!! KICKOUT!
Criminal rolls off of Wheeler stunned as he looks at the referee who calls for the bell, the kickout having come just a second too late.
Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentleman, your winner and NEW ACW Entertainment Champion, Criminal!!!
Criminal smiles as he pops up and throws his arms into the air. Wheeler gets up and begins to protest as Criminal grabs the gold from the referee and scampers away. Not getting anywhere with the referees, Wheeler turns and sees Criminal, the true thief already heading out of dodge as he shakes his head.
McNally: Safe to say he stole that one from Wheeler.
Edison: Yep.
Wheeler ducks out of the ring to sympathetic applause as we cut away.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:37:08 GMT -5
Feeding Time At The Zoo Jack Jefferson / Michael Smart Michael Smart holds a plastic tray in his hand. On the tray balances a plate containing extremely bland looking spaghetti bolognaise and a glass on water on the side. ACW’s catering is just another thing to have gone downhill since the departure of Gingerdude but it’s still free so no-one is complaining too much. The queue is jostling slightly, as it always does, but Smart’s mind isn’t really focused on the matter in hand. No, he’s thinking about his match later tonight. Mentally preparing himself for the challenge that lies ahead. Suddenly he hears his name being called and is brought back to reality.??: Hey, Smart! He turns to see who’s trying to get his attention but can’t spot anyone and simply turns back around, moving forwards with the line.??: I said hey! The voice is much louder, clearer and more recognisable. Slowly, he turns his head to the right and realises, to his dismay, that Jack Jefferson is stood right next to him.Michael: Jack? What do you want now?Jefferson: Do you honestly think that meal is going to supply you with enough energy to survive what will be the longest night of your life? There’s no way you’re going to be able to deal with me if you’re low on carbohydrates...and that doesn’t look like a big enough portion of spaghetti if you ask me. Michael: Nice to know Jack, too bad I didn't ask you.Jefferson: Normally, I’d be offended by your snippy response but I understand you’re frightened and nervous about what you’ve got coming later on tonight so I’m gonna let it slide. Michael: Nervous? More like excited. The faster our match comes, the better.Jefferson: Now that’s crazy talk Michael, don’t go wishing your life away like that! Surely you’d want to prolong the wait as possible, enjoy your life as you know it because tonight I’m gonna change it for good. Michael: The only way my life changes tonight is that I finally shut your big mouth. I’m pretty sure there will be worldwide rejoicing. Half the world might not understand what you’re saying but even they’re sick of you. Now, I suggest you shut your mouth, jump to the back of the line and prepare yourself for a war because that’s what I’m bringing upon you tonight!Jefferson: Ah Michael, so deluded. You seem to forget that we’ve met in the squared circle before and both times the outcome was the same. Me, hand raised; you, laid out. Tonight’s going to be no different, although I may prolong your agony just a little bit as punishment for your unacceptable rudeness! For the first time in this verbal exchange Smart turns to properly face Jefferson. Up until now he’s given him the occasional cursory glance but stayed looking ahead for the most part. Now he squares up to Jefferson and that makes the former World Champ smirk from ear to ear.Jefferson: Look at this Michael backbone. Savour it because after tonight it may just be in pieces! Michael: Is that actually supposed to intimidate me Jack? I thought you’d know better than that by now. I am not intimidated by anyone, especially not you – a man who needs the assistance of a crowbar to win matches. I assume “Chloe” will grace us with her presence at ringside tonight?Jefferson: You know what Mike? As a special favour to you, I’ll leave Chloe in the back. I don’t need any assistance to beat you down and if you want me to prove it to you so badly then your wish shall be granted. Don’t get too downhearted, though, I am the best in the world after all. Smart openly scoffs at this comment, upon hearing it Jefferson’s face darkens significantly. If there’s one thing he definitely doesn’t like it’s having his ability openly mocked.Jefferson: Not a wise move pal. You ought to be more careful with what you do and say because sounds, just like words, can get you into a lot of trouble. I am not a man who you want trouble with...trust me on that one. His rage building, Jefferson stalks away and tosses his tray – unpaid for – onto a random table as he passes. Smart, however, simply goes back to looking ahead as the world’s slowest cafeteria workers do their thing. He has a wry smile on his face, he knows tonight is going to be no easy challenge but he feels like he’s just won the first small battle in what is sure to be all-out warfare.
Fade to Black
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:38:02 GMT -5
Origin Sage pt. 6 (Credit: redbadger) It was finally time to end this I thought as I opened the double doors to that hotel lobby...
[/i] Excuse me, I'm looking for my friends, we were all out partying and they left me at the bar... It took me a while to get here but I'm sure they said this is where we were staying... Oh... I think I know who you're talking about, two men and a woman right?
Yes, I believe they checked in about an two hours ago, room number 221 if I'm not mistaken. Would you like me to let them know you've arrived? [/i] No, no that's fine, I think I'll just... surprise them a little. [/i] Alright then sir, here's your key! We hope you enjoy your stay and come back to visit very soon![/i] IT JUST KEEPS GETTING EASIER! *Finally, I was about to confront the ones who've cause me this pain... I was about to meet the murderers of my best friend... I was about to make a decision of dire consequences and I didn't care where it took me, all I wanted was my revenge...
I just want Bobo to rest in peace...
I just wanted justice to be served... I'm not a murderer after all, I am a mercenary, taking care of what needs to be done... Taking those bastards away from the future!
I could feel my malice growing as I climbed up the steps, my hand reaching into my pocket and resting on the hilt of my Glock. My eyes felt hardened and my mouth closed tight as Red still rested on my shoulder, and I arrived at their door...[/i] *Squeak*...[/color] Kicking it in abruptly![/b][/u][/color] Attention fellow fire starters![/color] Get on your knees, NOW! Frank What the fuck is this?! Sarah - MAX!? Robert Garland - I said get down! Do you know what you've done tonight!? Do you!?
BECAUSE OF YOU ALL I'VE LOST SOMEONE VERY IMPORTANT TO ME! YOU THREE ARE THE REASON HE DIED! YOU'RE FIRE BURNED MY ALLEYWAY, OUR HOME! AND NOW, AND NOW!... Sarah - I TOLD YOU THAT CIGARETTE WAS GONNA KILL SOMEONE! Max - ... Frank - Cigarette?!... FEEL THE HATRED GARLAND! [/center] [/i] Please man! We didn't know it would kill him! We were just partyin' gettin' drunk and all that! You know how it is dontcha!? PULL THE TRIGGER! You were just partying! That's your excuse!? [/i] PLACE THEM IN THEIR GRAVES! Come on bro! Please, just put the gun down! I'm scared Max! It's alright baby, it's alright... RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES!
KILL HIM!
KILL THEM ALL!
DO IT!!!!
DOOOOOOO IIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!! [/b] I'LL FUCKING DO IT I SWEAR!!!! [/b][/color] *I had finally found those kids, the ones who caused me to re-imagine my long since forgotten inner self... The ones who did that dirty deed on that cold November night. They plead for their lives yet I was still able to hold that gun with my shakey hand looking to gun them down and put them to the same fate they had beget my best friend. I was willing to throw away my past with a fully loaded clip... Willing to take away all the progress I've made up to this point in stability and recovery and prove everyone in my past right about me. But... [/i] AHHHHHHHHH! *CRACK!* ..........
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.... [/size][/color] *I didn't shoot any of them.
The sound of the gun blasted through my ears as the bullet left the chamber and a look of horror appeared on my face... I had realized what I was about to do at the last second and turned my aim on one of the walls in that darkened hotel room where I had ambushed them... [/i] [/center] [/quote]
*WIRRRRRRWOOOOOOOOOOWIRRRRRRRRWOOOOOOOOO
Garland?!
What are you doing?! SHOOT THEM!
Robert Garland - The cops are here...
*Squeak?*...
[/color] HEY! Listen TO Me!! [/b] *Squeak!?*...[/color] *Squeak!?!*...[/color] Robert Garland - That's right... I really do have something left for me, don't I? *Squeak!!*...[/color] *Squeak!!*...[/color] Robert Garland - I think, I'll leave this one for them to clean up... THIS IS THE POLICE, COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP! [/b] Before I knew it, I was back outside of that place, hiding out in an alleyway after sneaking out of the back.
I watched from a safe position as the three I confronted were carried out in handcuffs, one of them kicking and cursing as they threw him into the police van before stopping as if looking for someone else.
This ordeal was now behind me, leaving me left with a hardened mentality and once again, control over myself
I watched the van leave, followed by an entourage of cop cars exiting after, my face starring strait ahead before I found myself lifting it towards the sky... Robert Garland - I'm going to miss you Bobo... *Squeak!!*...[/color] As if to break the silence, I quickly discovered Red digging in my jacket pocket. My eyes followed hie movement before catching him pulling himself out, a piece of paper in his mouth from which I remember just days earlier...[/i] Robert Garland - ACW... That's right, my birthday present...
Flight leaves tomorrow...
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You ready partner?! I guess it's time to once again make something of myself... But this time, for a greater man than I ever was... With that, Garland pulls himself from the cover of darkness, heading further down the street with his eyes set on his own future and the voice no longer beckoning...[/i] ~ END? ~ [/center]
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