Warfare 4th February

[El Shadowo]

Wednesday Night Warfare
LIVE from Arco Arena in Sacramento, California:

Scorpion Vs. Kevin Fitsharris

Buddy Ghee vs. El Froggy Mask

Danny Mainer Vs. Freddy Maddox

NON TITLE
"The Soul of Philly" TJ Vs. Rena

MAIN EVENT
Six Man Tag Match!
Dave Shadow, Chris Phenomenal and Michael Smart vs. Thunderkiss, Jack Jefferson and VorteX

Warfare will be posted at 8 PM GMT, which I'm pretty sure is the usual time. Remember that even if you sent your stuff to AK, you do still need to send it to me as well. There's also the main event still to be taken on the Writing Board so if anyone gets a chance to throw something together, PM me and I'll give you the details.

[El Shadowo]

“ACW, YOUR TEARS ARE DELICIOUS”
Credit: Rena Matheson, Thunder Train, Robert Garland, ? & Thunderkiss

[“Saints of Los Angeles” ushers in tonight’s presentation of ACW Warfare much to the chagrin of the supports of this well established federation. Even more upsetting is the demeanor of the Saints as they explode forth from the stage set and make their way to the ring. Sprits are riding very high tonight as they command the attention of all in attendance. Without a doubt they know that they are the only show in town and will remain as so until someone is able to knock them off their pedestal. As Thunderkiss yanks the microphone away from Philip Jones with great fevor and kicks off tonight’s festivities, one can come to the conclusion that it will take the combined effort of ACW’s roster to do just that.]

Thunderkiss: Well, what a difference a week makes! Just seven days ago, there were many who scoffed at the very notion of SLA coming into this joint and roughing up the talent pool. Well, who’s laughing now?! From the looks of things, people seem to be drinking my Kool-Aid and ACW’s talent pool is running pretty damn shallow at the moment. You don’t have to be a prize fighter to see that this crap hole is back on its heels trying to avoid SLA’s knock out punch! S’funny to think about how fitting Senator’s beloved federation dodges us like he and his colleagues dodge the draft! Well let me ask you something ACW, we are still in round one. How much juking and jiving do you have left?

Thunder Train: If Vortex is headlining PPVs for your company, apparently not much.

Thunderkiss: Damn right, big man. Train knows what I am talking about. He, like me, has gone up against countless fighters who all love to play “hit and run.” I can’t fault them, it is a sound tactic and hell, I wouldn’t want to fight me face up neither. But the thing is, those who like to engage me and Train this way sooner or later going to get caught. ACW, hear my words and -

SLA Crowd *in unison*: TAKE HEED!

Thunderkiss: YOU are going to get caught. It may happen a week, a month, two months from now but your little backtracking/jab combination will sputter out and you will be knocked flat on your back by a SLA knuckle sandwich. As the referee counts you out, our hand will be raised in victory and the reconstruction phase will commence! And what is the reconstruction phrase you ask? Well, for that information and more let me pass the microphone to someone who is more eloquent than myself in both speaking and looks. Miss Rena Matheson. GIVE IT UP FOR HER!

[With a smile the microphone is placed into Rena’s waiting fingers. Thunderkiss then gladly takes a step back from the spotlight and whisks Rena into it with his hands. She obliges and the fans become memorized by the sparking of her international title.]

Rena: Brick by brick this company will be dismantled and brick by brick it shall rebuilt into utopia. Imagine a wrestling promotion where the needs of the rosters are put over the needs of ownership. While that may mean little to you fans, it means a lot to the many men and women who come out here night after night, bust their ass and put their bodies on the line to entertain you. And while we are on the subject of ownership, SLA will be the first employee owned company where wrestlers themselves will be given a slice of the company’s pie.

Thunder Train: Mmmmm, pie.

Rena: Ugh, back up there big boy, I don’t want your slobber all over my Versace suit. As I was saying, anyone who laces up a pair of boots for SLA will also be entitled to a share of the company. The more you bring to the gate, the bigger your paycheck. Incentive laden contracts are the wave of the future. In this business, this practice is unheard of. Yet, this is just another unselfish act from the great man who stands in my presence tonight.

Thunder Train: Thanks, I didn’t know you cared. It's really nice that someone finally-

Thunderkiss: She is talking about me, Train.

Thunder Train: Oh...

Rena: Idiot.

Thunderkiss: You flatter me too much, woman.

Rena: I know. Ladies and gentlemen, love him or hate him, let me tell you that THIS man cares about his fans, those loyal to him and this business. The passion for professional wrestling burns bright in his heart. Do not wavier in your faith of him for he will deliver! I believe in him and you should too! I am risking both my reputation and career by putting it in his hands but I worry not. Don’t take chances on the leadership of an unknown and a faltering company! I surely am not!

Thunderkiss: Speaking of flattery, how about hand for the first SLA International Champion!

ACW Fans: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Thunderkiss: In a match that truly defines what SLA is all about, Rena edged out Robert Garland to bring home this coveted title. Rena, may you defend your title with honor. Garland, you have nothing to be ashamed of in your performance. You proved that you have the talent it takes to make it in SLA and something tells me that five times out of ten you would have your hand raised in victory in that same contest. Keep your head up, keep your eyes pointed upwards at the top of the mountain and surely you will find yourself with another opportunity to claim the prize.

Robert Garland: Thanks TK... It was a tough match but I totally agree that it could have really gone either way.

I just want you to know leader that I am S...L...A... for life. No matter the challenges, I am at your side ready to face them either with or for you. These are the opportunities that I live for in this industry, the ring just keeps calling me back to it!

Thunder Train: Hey man, do badgers taste like squirrels?

Robert Garland: I'm not really sure... Why do you... Um?...

Thunder Train: I had squirrel once, it was good.

Red[/b] *nervous*: Squeak!

[Garland takes a few steps back from Thunder Train as Thunderkiss takes center stage yet again.]

Thunderkiss: Now even though tonight we bring you good tidings of for you and your kin, we do have some bad news. It would appear that Mr. Freddy Maddox will not be hanging with the boys anymore.

Thunder Train: Boy couldn’t cut it. Burn!

Thunderkiss: Train speaks the truth. Let this serve as a lesson for any potential recruits, if you want to wear the colors of SLA, you gotta be able to hack it in terms of body and mind. Freddy, go home and be a family man, leave the wrestling to the professionals. Oh, and get a haircut too while you are at it, you filthy emo hippy. Now SLA’ites, fret not, hope is on the way! Take solace in the fact that Freddy Maddox’s spot is not vacant and later tonight you will meet his replacement. Hell, you know what? How about we don’t give you fans blue balls like the competition and bring out the newest member of the family?

SLA Fans: YEAHHHHHHHH!!!

Robert Garland: Sounds like they're ready leader.

Thunderkiss: And we all know that Thunderkiss delivers, Robert! Well then, fathers lock up your daughters, mothers cover the eyes of your children, Saints, I give to you the SLA ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPION - CRIMINAL!

“Fast” Eddie Edison: It looks like SLA just upgraded!

Maxwell McNally: SLA now has the ACW Entertainment title in their position!

[“Criminal” by Eminem plays and out comes the Criminal with the ACW Entertainment Title proudly hanging on his shoulder. The fans instantly being to toss debris and insults his way as they are appalled at the lack of respect he has for the company that gave him his chance. This announcement is the equivalent of a giant middle finger being put in the face of Samuel Hawthorne, ACW and its fans and the masses are going to let him know this. All the while Thunderkiss smiles a toothy grin that rivals the grand canyon as he knows the contempt of all those whom he scorns has increased tenfold.]

Thunderkiss: Criminal, welcome to the big time, kid.

Criminal: It’s about time I find a man who can get me to the top. While this Entertainment Title is nice, I want more, Thunderman. A lot more.

Thunderkiss: Prepare to be pleased because that’s what SLA is all about, Criminal. Endless opportunity. You just stick with me and together we’ll be hocking big loogies down upon all the poor saps who are content with status quo and stale tradition. Does that sound fun?

Criminal: Absolutely.

Thunderkiss: Now this is a man after my own heart. Ladies and gentlemen, don’t touch that dial, that is unless you are tuning in for another boring edition of ACW Warfare. Those days are just like this federation, OVER!

[Motley Crue’s “Saints of Los Angeles” plays again and becomes the bookend to tonight’s get together. Many times in the history of ACW has it been in peril, but never like this. The odds are quickly being stacked in Thunderkiss’ favor and for the first time many on the roster feel the tingle of fear spread across their bodies after tonight’s defection. Furthermore, as they stand in doubt over the future, they can’t help but think ...

Who’s next?]

[FADE]

(End credit goes to Criminal)

[El Shadowo]

An Announcement Regarding the World Title
By Dave Shadow

As the show rolls on to its next segment, the camera does a quick pan around the arena to take in the sights and sounds of the crowd, but it becomes quickly obvious that everyone’s attentions are elsewhere. Indeed, as the camera cuts again, we see that Sam Hawthorne, the current leader of ACW, has taken position at the top of the stage, with a microphone in hand. It would appear as if he has an important announcement to make regarding the show....

Hawthorne: Last week, at Born Again, Dave Shadow managed to successfully defend his championship belt against Vortex. I’d like to offer my congratulations to Dave Shadow on his win. However, following the match, Thunderkiss made his way down to the ring.

As Hawthorne says both men’s names, cheers go up from the crowd.

Hawthorne: Dave Shadow may be the ACW Champion, and Thunderkiss may be legendary here in ACW. And at the end of the show, the two men seemed to come to the conclusion that a match up between them would be a good idea. These two men thought that, come Ragnorak, the main event should be Dave Shadow, one on one, against Thunderkiss.

Again, the crowd cheer loudly. This is obviously a match the people want to see. ACW vs SLA. Friends turned against one another. A real clash of titans. But Hawthorne has other ideas.

Hawthorne: Regardless, Dave Shadow nor Thunderkiss make the matches around here. I do. I am in charge, regardless of what Dave Shadow or anyone else may think. And it is my duty to ensure that the ACW Championship is defended in the best match for ACW, not for the egos of two men. As such, I’ve ordered a match to be booked here tonight. In the main event, it will be Dave Shadow, Chris Phenomenal and Michael Smart all teaming up against Thunderkiss, Jack Jefferson and Vortex.

The crowd cycle through cheers and boos for the people announced to be fighting later on.

Hawthorne: Dave Shadow will be in the ring tonight with five of the best competitors ACW has to offer, and he will face one of these five men come Ragnorak. Each man has a claim to the title shot, each man is quite deserving of an opportunity to headline an ACW pay per view. They re a mix of the old and the new, former champions and champions in the making. As such, the six man match will be their chance to prove to me WHY they deserve a title match. I’ll be watching that match closely, and by the end of the night, I will announce who the number one contender to the championship belt is. This is an opportunity for everyone involved and I expect to see everyone give this match 100%

Hawthorne lowers his microphone as the crowd cheer.

Edison: So, tonight we will find out who is the number one contender to the World Championship. And we’ll see one hell of a six man tag team match tonight.
McNally: Every man will be gunning for Dave’s title though, and this could turn into absolute anarchy!
Edison: Just the way I like it then!

[El Shadowo]

The cameras cut away now to a dark and desolate cemetery, obviously a far cry from the energy of the arena. Obviously recorded earlier due to the gentle hue of moonlight in the night sky, the tension is no less prevalent as the cameraman slowly maneuvers his way through the tombstones, obviously searching for the reason for his being in such a place. He continues maneuvering through the cemetery until the glint of camera lens finally picks up on the object of the search. Resting his back against a larger, more ornamental tombstone sits the unmistakable frame of the Scorpion, seemingly once again lost in the frightening arena known as his thoughts.

Maxwell McNally: Oh lord, not this guy again…

Eddie Edison: Do we have to show this stuff Max? This guy gives me the creeps like no other…

Apparently noticing the camera without seeing it, the still frame finally produces some movement. Like clockwork the cold eyes slowly open and the tension in his body relaxes. The black soul enjoys his brief period of relaxation as beads of sweat slowly drop down from his brow. The meditation continues to take its normal physical toll, yet the mental growth of the dark spirit overrides the body’s natural desire to cease. Slowly he resuscitates his body with the precious fuel known as oxygen, all while never allowing his focus to waver from his directed task.

The cameraman inches ever so closer to his target, while yet again The Scorpion pauses ever briefly to recount the thoughts that just previously flowed through his enlightened mind. He continuously plans his attacks, for he knows that even a moment’s hesitation would result in the unthinkable sin of allowing a single sinner to go unpunished for their crimes. Such a failure in the eyes of the lord would be a fate worse than earthly death, therefore the enlightened one focuses solely on his work, the concepts of human pleasure completely voided from his existence. He must live only for the eternal savior, for it is only through a lifetime of sacrifice that one may lay claim to the ultimate prize.

The young one now slowly rises from his seated position now and casually gazes at his setting of choice. The cemetery is an appropriate setting for the young one, as his physical form resembles a being that has narrowly escaped coming to rest in a burial plot himself. The young one’s upper body is covered with scars and other types of marks, with a large and jagged scar directly over his heart, all obvious wounds inflicted in his previous crusade for purity. Fortunately for the faith however, the young one still stands prepared to do battle, an obvious indication of the intense loyalty he holds to the holy word. No matter the toils of physical pain, nothing shall deter the messenger of destruction from performing the divine will of god. Truly he would have to come to rest in this very setting for his eternal mission to finally cease.

Finally, The Scorpion turns his eyes to the cameraman, which results in the cameraman shaking from visible fear. Snickering slightly, The Scorpion throws his hair out of his face with a flick of his head and once more utters the now-trademark brief series of words.

The Scorpion: Pro scelestus jactito suus pectus pectoris votum; hic beatus averus quod abdico Deus.

Once again, the words cause nothing but confusion for the fans in the arena as well as the announcers.

Maxwell McNally: Not again. What in the hell is this guy saying?

Eddie Edison: Why the hell do you even want to know?

Frighteningly, even though obviously pre-recorded, it’s almost as if The Scorpion antiquated such a question and calmly translates without prompt.

The Scorpion: “For the wicked boasts of his heart’s desire; he blesses the greedy and renounces the Lord.” Psalms 10:3.

Seemingly content with more of his bizarre subliminal messages, The Scorpion calmly walks past the cameraman without batting him so much as a look. He continues marching forward, but then suddenly turns around and speaks once again.

The Scorpion: He of divine nature need not espouse superiority in spoken word. Actions are the universal language even the human race can understand. Watch as the world continues to drift forward on the waves of time…

With that said, The Scorpion calmly turns and walks away without another word. Once the cameraman is sure he’s gone, the tapes silently cuts out…[/quote]

(Credit: Scorpion)

[El Shadowo]

Segment: If Dave Shadow can do bad ass interview segments, so can I! (Written by The Red Panther)

Kevin Anderson is walking down one of the Arco Arenas many hallways, a camera man in tow and microphone in hand.

Kevin Anderson: Hello ACW fans, tonight I am going to give you a Kevin Anderson exclusive! Tonight, The Red Panther will give his first interview of twenty-ten.

Kevin arrives at a door, it looks like a storage closet. However the door looks to have wood boards over the doorway so the room can only be opened with a key, kicking it in won't work. Kevin knocks on the door, unsure if Panther is in or just wanted to mess with him.

Panther: Who is it?

Kevin Anderson: Me, Kevin. You set up an interview two weeks ago. Can I come in?

Panther: Look, Kevin, change of plan. It's too dangerous out there, Adrian could be right behind you, fork in hand. Hell Adrian could be using a voice changer or something. Look Kevin leave, maybe some other time.

Kevin Anderson: But Pan-

Panther: Sorry Kev Kev, no interview tonight. Once this Adrian thing is sorted out, maybe, but not with that psycho out there. Now leave before I call security.

Kevin sighs and leaves, knowing he has no chance.

/Fade

[El Shadowo]

*We open the scene with TJ driving his Dodge Avenger . Raj is in the passenger seat and Trey is in the back. The last time TJ was in this car, he was contemplating letting it get hit by a train, with him in it. TJ pulls into a driveway of a house that is up for sale. They get out and a woman walks out of the house. It is Karol, the fiancée of TJ’s dead brother, Jacob. TJ walks up to her and hugs her tightly.*

The.Soul.of.Philly TJHow are you holding up?

Jacob’s.Fiancée. Karol I’m doing as best I can. What about you guys?

TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman. Raj.Gings.

[/b] Me and Trey are doing alright, still can’t get over it.

Trey.Gings.[/b] Yeah, but TJ’s Mom isn’t the same person.

The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Hey, guys…

Trey.Gings.[/b] Oh, sorry.

Jacob’s.Fiancée. Karol What?

The.Soul.of.Philly TJMom tried to kill herself the other day by taking pills.

Jacob’s.Fiancée. Karol Really?

TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman. Raj.Gings.[/b] Yeah.

Trey.Gings.[/b] She’s not right in the head because she tried to overdose on children’s chewable pills.

Jacob’s.Fiancée. Karol Wow.

The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Yeah, that’s how bad she is.

*They enter the house and Trey hops over the couch and lands on it. He turns the TV on and puts on Comcast Sportsnet as the Phillies are playing the Cincinnati Reds. Raj walks into the kitchen and grabs a bottle of beer and sits down next to Trey.*

Jacob’s.Fiancée. Karol Ah guys? I thought you were going to help me get my stuff seeing how I can’t afford to live here.

Trey.Gings.[/b] Didn’t TJ offer to pay the mortgage?

Jacob’s.Fiancée. Karol Yes, but I told him no because it’s not his. I’m going back home with my mom and dad for now.

TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman. Raj.Gings.[/b] Yea, we’ll help ya, it’s the 8th so the game will be over soon.

The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Hey, Karol, you don’t mind me going through some of Jacob’s stuff do ya?

Jacob’s.Fiancée. Karol Go ahead, I’m going to finish watching the game with Raj and Trey.

*TJ walks into the master bedroom and looks around. He knows or rather, knew his brother well enough to know where he put things. He opened the closet, which was a large space behind two sliding doors. He walks in and pulls a box down off of a shelve. He sits down on the bed with the box on his lap. He takes the lid off and looks inside at multiple things. Most of them look like nothing, but not to TJ. The first thing he gets is a date: “6/15/00”. TJ smiles as he thinks about the day before that date….*

The.Soul.of.Philly TJ What?

Love to be beside you, the way you smell,
The way your lips feel and your fingernails.
The way your fingers crawl up my spine,
The way you always make me the last in line.

I’m sorry TJ.

I carry the weight of the world as the past is unfurled, but I won’t stop to wonder.
Going through this life on my own made me as cold as a stone. I’m a ship going under.

*We see a younger version of TJ. He is just as tall but not as built as TJ looks now. It seems as if he were to graduate from high school very soon, but this TJ has the same look of sadness as the current TJ. Why, we don’t know maybe the reason is coming from the voice, which is a female’s.

The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Why would you do that? Why Jess? Why did you cheat on me?

Jess Because TJ, you aren’t what I thought you were.

The.Soul.of.Philly TJ What the fuck did you think I was?

Jess Someone fun to be around.

The.Soul.of.Philly TJI guess I was wrong about you. I thought you could actually be someone I cared about.

And I’d tell you this, but I don’t know how.
I’m caving in and I’m falling out and I can’t resist
And I can’t rebound with the weight of the world as the world falls down.
Its the way you thrill me, then pull away.

*TJ walks away as we fast forward to the next day, which, in fact, is the day that TJ graduated high school. TJ is talking with his mom and brother.*

The.Soul’s.Brother Jacob So, you and Jess going to celebrate graduation for a week right?

The.Soul.of.Philly TJ No.

The.Soul’s.Brother Jacob What? Are you serious bro? She is SMOKIN!!!!

The.Soul.of.Philly TJ But heartless.

The.Soul’s.Brother Jacob Dawg, don’t tell me….

The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Yeah, I broke up with her.

The.Soul’s.Brother Jacob Oh, I thought you were going to say she was pregnant and she was going to have an abortion. But why?

The.Soul.of.Philly TJ She cheated on me with Kiln.

The.Soul’s.Brother Jacob Shit dude, sorry about that.

The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Fuck her and Kiln.

The.Soul’s.Brother Jacob Well, she give you a reason why?

The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Yeah because “I’m not fun to be around” in her eyes.

The.Soul’s.Brother Jacob I’m writing this date down.

The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Why are you doing that?

The.Soul’s.Brother Jacob Because the day you get married, I’m going to tell your girl that your no fun according to Jess.

The.Soul.of.Philly TJ[Why?

The.Soul’s.Brother Jacob To let her know that she is going to be stuck with a no fun loser for the rest of her life.

*TJ puts Jacob in a headlock and gives him a noogie. They laugh as only brothers can. We come back to TJ who puts the date back in box. He takes out a picture of two young boys and who seems to be their father.*

The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Dad! Where are you going?

The.Soul’s.Father Away from all of this shit.

*We see a young TJ, age 9, crying as his father leaves the house and goes towards his car. A young Jacob, age 5, comes running behind TJ, wondering what just happened.*

It's the way you thrill me, then pull away.
The way you seem to kill me a little more each day.
And it's what you're thinking in your twisted mind
The way your body trembles when it's next to mine.

The.Soul’s.Brother Jacob But why?

The.Soul’s.Father I can’t take it anymore.

I carry the weight of the world as the past is unfurled, but I won't stop to
wonder.
Going through this life on my own made me as cold as a stone; I'm a ship going
under.

*Fast forward 7 years later, TJ is 16 and Jacob is 12. There is a knock is on the door and TJ answers it. It’s a man TJ or Jacob hasn’t seen since they were 9 and 5 respectively: Their father.*

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ What are YOU doing here?

The.Soul’s.Father What? Can’t see my kids once in a while?

The.Soul’s.Brother Jacob Once in a while? You mean once in 7 years, asshole.

The.Soul’s.Father I deserved that. But I’m here now, and I want you to meet my new girlfriend.

The.Soul.of.Philly TJ No. Leave, if Caitlyn wasn’t home, I would whoop your ass right now.

The.Soul’s.Father Really? What makes you think your so tough that you can beat your dad’s ass?

The.Soul.of.Philly TJ You see, we’re both 7 years older, and it looks like we’re both 100 pounds heavier.

The.Soul’s.Father Ok…ok. It was good to see you.

The.Soul’s.Brother Jacob Not the same here.

And I'd tell you this, but I don't know how.
I'm caving in and I'm falling out
And I can't resist and I can't rebound
with the weight of the world as the world falls down.

And I'd tell you this, but I don't know how.
I'm caving in and I'm falling out
And I can't resist and I can't rebound
with the weight of the world as the world falls down.

*Back to present day. We see TJ standing up, ripping the picture. He storms out of the house. Raj, Trey, and Karol follow him.*

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I have to be alone for now. I’ll call when I’m good.

*TJ gets in his car and leaves the house.*

This pain I think about it every day,
it tells me I'm never gonna get away.
I know it's over, but I can't escape
memories and how to face another day.

End RP[/i][/center]

[El Shadowo]

MATCH ONE
Scorpion vs Kevin Fitsharris
(Credit: The Red Panther)

As we return from a break Kevin Fitsharris is already in the ring, waiting for his opponent. The lights in the arena go out and "The Human Stain" by Kamelot begins to play over the speakers. The darkness is cut off when two spotlights shine on the left portion of the stage, uniting at a specific point. With the lights shining, The Scorpion rises from the stage while kneeling in prayer as the song continues to play throughout the arena.

Once through the stage, The Scorpion opens his eyes and slowly walks to the ring without so much as glancing at the crowd. Once in the ring, he proceeds straight to a neutral corner and kneels once again, as if mentally preparing himself for what is ahead of him. After another quick prayer, he quickly throws off his trench coat and simply gazes into space.

DING DING DING

Scorpion stares at Kevin as though he is eying up his weaknesses. Kevin waits with his hands up in a boxing stance until he realizes Scorpion isn't moving. Kevin laughs and runs at Scorpion but is met with an out of nowhere yakuza kick from his opponent, sending Kevin stumbling back and down onto one knee. Scorpion walks over to Kevin and grabs his hair, pulling his head up. Scorpion mutters something in Latin before landing an elbow just above Kevins eye followed by another to the forehead. Kevin falls back to the mat and Scorpion covers getting a one. Scorpion calmly gets up and helps Kevin to his feet before flooring the Capitalist member with an overhead belly to belly suplex, driving Kevin into the mat. Scorpion doesn't cover this time, instead choosing to get up and wait in the corner.

Edison: Scorpion has so far dominated Kevin in this short match, if you can call it a match.

Maxwell: I wouldn't, Scorpion looks to be in the driving seat.

Kevin drags himself up to his knees but quickly hits the deck as Scorpion goes for a running knee strike, narrowly avoiding the hit. However as Kevin gets up again he seems to forget about the ropes as Scorpion runs back, grabs Kevin round the waist while running, spins 180° and uses the momentum from the rebound to slam Kevin with a huge german suplex! Scorpion bridges the move to get a two count. Once he gets up Kevin quickly dropkicks Scorpion in the chest, knocking him back to the mat. Kevin goes to leap on Scorpion but Scorpion lifts up his feet, driving his heel into Kevins chest. Kevin falls backward holding his chest, allowing Scorpion to hit him with a tiger driver! Instead of covering, Scorpion scoops up Kevin and finishes the match with The Eliminator (Psycho driver). Scorpion hooks the leg of Kevin and gets the win after a short, one sided match.

Winner: Scorpion

[El Shadowo]

Charlotte King: So here I am with newcomer Buddy Ghee. Buddy... First off, I gotta ask: What's with the name.

Buddy, once smiling, now has an insulted look stamped on his face.

Buddy Ghee: Whoa, now. What're you, some kinda icky?

Charlotte King: I'm sorry, a what?

Buddy Ghee: An icky. Someone who can't collar my jive.

Charlotte still looks a bit confused.

Buddy Ghee: It don't matter. Look, ever since I jumped in port, I been goin' to small time wrestlin' shows. And I always break it up. I'm always goin' out there, playin' like a serious hummer. Now I'm here. But, hey! Number one high-flyer's gotta start somewhere. Even if that place is a run-down bingo hall, wrestlin' for some inbred hicks and hinckty battles, I gotta do it, 'cause I'm about to reach the big time. So now I'm about to lay my racket: I come 'round to these smaller promotions. I bust my conk learnin' the skinny on wrestlin'. I come down to your humble, and I do mean humble, promotion. Now I'm gonna break it up. Once I reach the main kick there, once I hit top and collar whatever sad champeenship you cats got here, you'll all blow your tops. You'll be chantin' my name, I CAN SEE IT NOW! Now, 'course, I gotta pay my dues. That still confuses me, though, that you all don't see true talent when it's in front of your faces. You should be begging me to take that belt. Oh, and, uh, by the by, before you start shootin' off some off-time jive, make sure you know what kinda gate you talkin' to.

Buddy puts on a pair of sunglasses and slinks off camera. Charlotte sighs, shakes her head, and attempts to regain her composure.

Charlotte King: So, that was Buddy Ghee... We'll see if he's nearly as good as he says.

She walks off camera. Before fading to black, you can hear her say:

Charlotte King: Seriously? This guy's still stuck in the seventies?

The camera fades to black.

(Credit: Buddy Ghee)

[El Shadowo]

Y O U

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credit: Rena

Portland, OR
Wednesday, January 27, 2010 - 14:46

Tonight was a night that could in end in victory or utter defeat. A cloud of smoke sprays in the air as we find Rena Matheson smoking against the brick walls of Portland's Rose Garden arena. She had tried to quit, but she ultimately felt this day deserved one. As she continued to puff away, Rena checked her blackberry quickly for any texts or BBMs. Nothing. With a sigh, Rena took another long drag before blowing it out into the cold air.

When she was a kid she used to blow into the cold air to pretend she was smoking- the real thing was definitely better right now.

...:
Didn't I tell you smoking kills?

The voice was too far away, Rena could barely hear it as she looked at her shoes on the grey pavement.

...:
I came all this way to be ignored?

It was much closer this time, prompting Rena to look up and see the man before her.

Her mouth dropped a little as the unknown man as he came towards her. The man laughed at her reaction until he was close enough to take the cigarette out of her hands and step on it.

...:
Cancer stick. They'll kill you, you know-

RENA:
What are you doing here?

...:
That's not very nice. I was hoping for something like ... *clears throat to intimidate Rena's voice* "Oh, Hadley, I missed you soooooooooooooooooo much!"

It was Kurtis Hadley, a man she met through a mutual friend while vacationing in Toronto, Canada. Rena could barely contain her surprise to see him here in Portland.

RENA:
Kurt, how the hell did you find me?

KURT:
Ha, you think I found out where you were and came all the way from Canada to see you? Man, you still love your life don't you?

RENA:
So then why are you in Portland?

KURT:
Live here. For about a year or so now. Ch'yeah, it's the life.

RENA:
How the hell did they let you across the border?

KURT:
Oh, please. Flashed them a good ol' Canadian smile and they let me right through.

RENA:
Too bad, I bet you'd have liked a cavity search.

Kurt laughed, crossing his arms in response to the cold.

KURT:
I was leaving the gym and I saw this poster with a picture of you in it. You didn't tell me you were in ACW.

RENA:
I was on vacation in Toronto- I'm not going to talk about work when I'm getting away from it.

KURT:
Truesay

RENA:
So what exactly are you doing in Portland? Do you work?

KURT:
Yeah I play guitar at the subway on Tuesdays. Gotta tell you, the tips are great.

He paused for a moment to see Rena's completely unimpressed facial response to his job position, smiling and shaking his head.

KURT:
I'm kidding. Jeez Rena you're easy to fool, eh?

RENA:
Well let's see. When I met you you were living in your parent's basement playing Call of Duty and writing poems in between bong hits.

KURT:
Haha, the golden years. I miss those days. But now I have 'responsibilities' and all that stuff. not gonna lie, it's not fun at all. I legit hate-

RENA:
Legit? Can't you speak a proper word?

KURT:
That is a proper word, it's used all the time. You know, when you don't know all the cool words to use it's usually the first sign you're getting old.

RENA:
Oh, screw you.

KURT:
WAIT! wait!

His surprised tone and the fact that his face seemed like he had just found a spider on her head prompted her to look at him with a shocked face and back up against the wall.

RENA:
what? WHAT?

KURT:
It's just-

RENA:
What is it?

KURT:
I think I see a stress wrinkle.

RENA:
OH-

KURT:
Yup, you're an oldie now, eh?

RENA:
I have to go.

Rena pushed past him, barreling towards the back entrance to the arena. Kurt ran to catch up with her, laughing.

KURT:
Gotta get a nap in before the early bird special?

Rena let out a quick laugh and shook her head, spinning around to face Kurt..

RENA:
Was there any particular reason you came to see me?

KURT:
*serious* I had to see you one last time before they deploy me. I don't think I could face the sand over there everyday without seeing your face one last time.

Rena blushed lightly, a smile creeping on her face.

RENA:
Really?

KURT:
NO! Man, you're too easy!

RENA:
You're such a dink.

KURT:
A dink, eh? Now look who's using all the 'cool kid' terms now.

RENA:
Well us old gals need to keep up with the young ones. So you're not in the military?

KURT:
No. Rena, could you see me out there? We'd be running through a mine field and I'd be like 'oh no, it's cool guys. Let's go guns blazing! I do it all the time in CoD! Man, it's cool, calm down.'

Rena smiled and shook her head.

RENA:
you're something else.

KURT:
I just wanted to come to tell you that I'm having a show tomorrow at the Portland High School. And since I bought a ticket to see you tonight, I think it's only fair you come see me.

RENA:
A show? What kind of show?

KURT:
A magic show!

RENA:
... a magic show?

KURT:
Three in a row! Man, no wonder us Canadians think you're all a bunch of idiots.

RENA:
*sighs* Okay, I'm going to ignore that and give you three seconds to tell me what show I will exactly be attending or else I'll twist your balls off with one finger. It can be done, I promise you.

KURT:
I am almost too curious to see how it's done to tell you the truth now. Nah, I'll tell ya. It's a wrestling show.

RENA:
You're a wrestler?

KURT:
I'm the one and only Kurt 'hurt' Hadley.

RENA:
That has to be the worst wrestling name I've ever heard.

KURT:
Hey, the crowds eat it up. We have packed houses at our show.

RENA:
Well it's a high school.

KURT:
You gotta start somewhere, miss rudey 'tudey.

RENA:
I guess you're right. Well, I guess I'll see you tonight at the show and then tomorrow at yours. I'm actually looking forward to see what you can do.

KURT:
I bet you wanna know what I can do.

He winked at her and flashed that good ol' Canadian smile before chuckling to himself. Rena smiled and shook her head, rubbing her hands together as she remembered the cold.

RENA:
Well I have to go. My cane's getting polished inside and I have to pick that up before the show starts.

KURT:
Ah, right ... the bad hip and all.

RENA:
Old age. It does it to you.

KURT:
Okay, so I'll see you tomorrow?

RENA:
Yes, I'll reschedule my flight out.

KURT:
Good, and then to celebrate my awesomeness we can go out and fist pump at this amazing bar here.

RENA:
Oh, someone's pulling out the Jersey Shore guns.

KURT:
Legit, they stole it from me. I said fist pump since like 1993. I'm not lying, ask my friend Jake.

RENA:
I'll take your word for it. listen, I have to go. I'll look for you tonight.

KURT:
You better. You'll be lookin' for me and be like 'Hey, who's the fucking hot guy in first row?'. You know who it is? Me.

RENA:
Oh look at you, shelling out the big bucks to see me front row.

KURT:
Nah, I just like seein' Chris Phenomenal.

RENA:
Ew, what? No, I don't think I'll be going to your show.

KURT:
I'm kidding. He's a toooool. Four times now, Rena. You better run now before I get you a fifth time and then you'll be on my wall of shame of people I have deemed completely retarded.

RENA:
Goodbye Kurt.

KURT:
Peace!

Rena walked through the doors to the arena. As the back doors began to close, she looked back to see Kurt doing a stupid dance, knowing full well she'd look back. She only laughed, continuing her way into the back halls of the arena towards her dressing room.

[fade]

[El Shadowo]

The camera cycles in showing the sold out ACW arena, when suddenly the lights go out. You can hear screams of people as "CRIMINAL" by Eminem hits the PA system. A loud amount of boo's are heard from the crowd. The lights start flashing, pyros fly up into the air, and out comes the current ACW Entertainment Champion... CRIMINAL. The fans have gotten disgusted with him as of late. Criminal proceeds down the ramp to the ring, grinning as if the fans reactions where that of what he was hoping for. He quickly approaches the ring throwing the title over the top rope and sliding in. He continues to taunt the fans laughing at their hatred.

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow]Ladies and Gentlemen, I am your NEW ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPION.

The fans raise in BOO's. Criminal just paces, and continues to smile

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]:You can boo all you want. I have given all of my fans my devoted attention, and now that it's finally all about me, and you all have a problem with it.

The fans start cheering...TRENT...TRENT...TRENT

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow]You pathetic ingrates can chant all you want. He is not going to return here in the ACW. Trent was only in it for this chamionship title. That's right, this one, the one that i beat him for last week. He will never get it back, and he will never get the chance to. Trent got scared, he went home, cried to his boyfriend,Yea you remember..Ryan...who cares, and now after losing he is no where to be found. He tried to play my game, he tried to keep me locked up in jail as long as he could that way he wouldn't have to face the facts. Thats right, I said the facts. The fact that I am stronger, faster, and more agile than he is, or could ever be. The fact that when we face one on one he stood no chance against me. The fact that I caused him more stress, and grief than anyone, or anything could ever do in a lifetime.

The fans start in the You Suck chants. Criminal continues to smile, holding the entertainment title over his shoulder.

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow]No need to get all worked up over the truth. Actually, I haven't told the truth in a very long time, so it almost feels good. Anyways, back to Trent and why I am just that much better than him. If you guys remember right, at Winters Discontent, when Trent first became the Entertainment Champion he didn't pin me. He did not beat me. The man to blame for Trent becoming the Entertainment Champion is Panther. It don't matter though, because here I stand, with the title in hand, and no Trent Wheeler to bitch about how he was robbed out of the Entertainment Championship, nothing could make tonight any better.

Criminal pauses for a minute, whilst pacing back and fourth inside the ring.

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow]Truth be told, him leaving isn't even the best part of my night, now that I think about it. The best part is the fact that I don't have to perform here tonight infront of all you low class people. I don't even know why I am out here. You don't even deserve to see someone of my statue. YOU ALL DISGUST ME! Judging a man because of his line of work. Switching you reactions towards him just because of what he is. It's all jealousy, you all could only wish you had what I do. It will never happen, so pull your heads out your ass, and cheer for the greatest Entertainment Champion of all time.

Criminal drops the mic and proceeds to the back, smiling with every step, listening to the wonderful sound of hatred. Scene fades.

(Credit: Criminal)

[El Shadowo]

[Another Segment Save ]

[El Shadowo]

MATCH TWO
Buddy Ghee vs El Froggy Mask
(Credit: Buddy Ghee)

Phillip: Tonight's contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!

Scattered cheers emanate from the crowd, but for the most part the stands are silent. Phillip grimaces to himself, but does his best to make sure it doesn't show in his face.

Phillip: Introducing first, a former contender of Fallout, from the ACW Janitor Closet, weighing in at 180 pounds: El Froggy Mask!

Froggy's music fills the arena, met with a generally good pop from the crowd. The short man in green pops out from behind the curtain, and begins running down the isle. He jumps up, grabs the second rope, and slingshots himself into the ring.

Phillip: And his opponent, a newcomer to ACW, from New York City, weighing in at 195 pounds: Buddy Ghee!

Shining Star by Earth Wind and Fire fills the arena, met with a smattering of boos. At the horn sting, Buddy bursts out from behind the ring. He rolls his arms and throws his fist into the air. As the first verse begins, he sprints down the isle, and slides under the bottom rope. He raises his head and shouts something, but it's drowned out by the music. The two move to their respective corners. He looks to each one to make sure they're ready, and signals for the match to start. They begin to circle each other.

The two contenders stop circling, maybe a foot apart. They begin staring each other down. Buddy smirks and begins saying something to him, but Froggy isn't exactly phased. Buddy, undaunted, continues talking him down, as he closes in on him. Froggy, finally feeling the need to retort, attempts to make a comeback, only to be met with Buddy striking him across the face. Froggy staggers back as Buddy grabs him by the wrist and throws him into an Irish Whip. As Froggy rebounds, he attempts to reverse it with a Front Falling Hiptoss, but he runs straight into Buddy's shoulder block, knocking him to the ground.

Buddy jumps up and drives his knee into the lower abdomen in order to buy more time. El Froggy compresses, holding his stomach, giving Buddy the time he needs to start enacting his strategy. He walks to his opponent's leg, lifts it at a ninety degree angle, and falls over to his side, moving his elbow, the impact driving it into his foe's knee. He gets up, lifts it again, and performs a leg drop on it. Buddy drops to his knees next to his current target and lifts it once again over his leg. Froggy attempts to pull it away, but Buddy roughly drags him back, draping it over his shoulders, placing his forearms on the shin and thigh. He begins to force those areas down. Froggy contorts, shouting in pain.

After a while, Buddy releases the lock, and moves to Froggy's head, pulling him to his feet. It's obvious which leg he favors. Buddy throws him into another Irish Whip and moves for an Argentine Backbreaker Drop. But Froggy catches a second wind and launches into a leaping spiral lariat, smashing Buddy's jaw, staggering him considerably. Froggy runs to the ropes, rebounds, and hits him with a flip neck breaker. The crowd erupts. Froggy drops down for the pin.

1...

2...

Kickout! The force behind his escape throws Froggy into the air. Buddy stumbles to his feet as Froggy utilizes a kip-up and runs to his opponent to perform his signature Shining Green. Buddy stares at him like a deer in the headlights. Before he knows it, he's on the ground, his body aching all over. Froggy goes for a roll up.

1...

2...

Kickout! Buddy pops out at the very last second, saving himself from a crushing defeat. Froggy rebounds off the ropes, again, and goes for a low angle drop kick to the face. Buddy suddenly regains his brain function and sits up. Froggy almost careens out of the ring under the bottom rope. Buddy times it so that when he collapses again, he can drive his elbow into Froggy's throat, which he does. The referee starts waggling his finger at Buddy, who just shouts that it was an accident. Buddy stands up and drags Froggy to the middle of the ring. He turns him over and initiates a Boston Crab. Suddenly, after only a few seconds, he has second thoughts and releases the hold.

He picks Froggy up and moves his focus to his opponents back. He begins this assault with a Pendulum Backbreaker. He once again brings Froggy to his feet. He moves to a front facelock, hooks the leg, and suplexes him.

1...

2...

Kickout. It looks like it wasn't enough to put Froggy down for the night. Buddy begins to get agitated. He moves to the turnbuckle, quickly ascends it, and hits him with a moonsault. He hooks the leg he once favored and goes for the pin.

1...

2...

Kickout! Summoning every ounce of strength he has, Froggy kicks out of the hold. Buddy grimaces. He puts Froggy into another front facelock, and twists around, dropping him on his back again.

1...

2...

Kickout! Buddy starts pounding the mat with his fists, shouting. Froggy rises to his feet, Buddy looking on in horror. He puts his hands up to a seething El Froggy Mask, shaking his head, mouthing the word "No!" Froggy rebounds off the ropes to meet a standing Buddy Ghee. He hits him with a leaping spiral lariat. He allows Buddy to rise to his feet. As Buddy turns around, he's blindsided by a leaping shoulder block. Froggy brings Buddy to his feet. He hops up, springboards off the top rope, and hits him with a dropkick. Buddy jumps to his feet and charges his agitator, only to be met with a powerslam.

Froggy moves to the ropes, readying himself to set up the Froggycanrana. Buddy still writhes in pain. He couldn't believe he was about to lose his first match to a midget named El Froggy Mask! (Then again, it wouldn't bode well for Froggy to lose to a guy named "Buddy Ghee.") He decides there was only one avenue left. His hand discreetly moves towards his tights...

As he stands up, he turned to Froggy, who is standing right in front of him already. Froggy leaps as high as he can, wraps his legs around Buddy's head, and attempts to bring him down with a Hurricanrana. As he falls, Buddy launches a swift jab to the side of Froggy's face. They collapse in a heap, with Buddy coming out on top!

1...

2...

3!!!

The arena fills with boos as Shining Star fills the arena again. Buddy rolls over to a sitting position, his hand discreetly moving back into his tights. Gasping for breath, he shakes his head and clambers to his feet. He bends over Froggy's limp body laughs in his face. He raises his hands, climbs out of the ring, and moves back behind the curtain, holding his head. Just before he reaches the curtain, he turns back to the crowd to preen one last time.

[El Shadowo]

“BOTTOMS UP”
Credit: Frankie Siano & Thunderkiss

[When you work as hard as Thunderkiss days off don’t come often and when they do, you make damn sure you make the most of them. After making a promise to himself to do just that, he ventures off into the New York night to do a little unwinding. Going on a tip from Rena Matheson he soon finds himself smack dab in the middle of an establishment that is known within inner circles of high society as being the modern day Sodom and Gomorrah. With all his senses tingling, among other things, he knows that this place will surely live up to its reputation.]

Thunderkiss: Now if this ain’t a tailor made Thunderkiss establishment, I don’t know what is. Strippers? Check. A young, influential crowd? Check. Booming rock ‘n roll music to deafen the ears? Check. It’s like someone reached into my head and plucked this place out of my dreams. Now to leave these people with a story they will talk about for years. BARTENDER, ORDER A ROUND ON THE HOUSE!

[Cheers lift themselves up from the club’s connoisseurs though it will take more than a few drinks to win over this crowd. That’s alright, he has all night. As he begins to mingle with anything that has a pair of breasts, his eyes venture over to a man who looks as if he just stepped off the set of “Saturday Night Fever.” Such an oddity naturally attracts TK’s attention, especially in this sea of mundane, but there is something more than meets the eye with this stranger. Feeling a sense of deja vu, Thunderkiss moseys on over to stop his curiosities from festering.]

Thunderkiss: Hey partner, do I know you from somewhere? You sure look familiar. Damn familiar.

?: I should hope so brother, I’m a pretty big deal. You see while were out in California topping up that tan of yours I was busting my ass trying to make up for the ratings drop from your departure from ACW. But it seems I wasn’t man enough to step into your shoes brother.

Thunderkiss: Oh yeah! That’s where I know you from! You’re Frankie -

Frankie Siano: Frankie Siano.

Thunderkiss: Well, I sure hope there are no bad feelings about all of that. After the Omega Effect debacle, I did what I had to do as a man so I will make no apologies for that. However, ACW proved that their stupidity knows no bounds by pressing those who came after me into making up for their mistakes. They should have focused on your skills and talents instead of trying to make you my clone.

Frankie Siano: Yeah, well, shit happens bud. But at least whilst I was in ACW I managed to get myself paid, made and laid brother. I got myself enough green to piss away in joints like this.

Thunderkiss: Kind of reminds me when I got my first big pay day. You’d think the normal, responsible thing to do would be put it in some savings account but instead I blew it on a blow job betty and a few lines of cocaine. I couldn’t tell you one damn thing that happened that night, but I bet you it was fucking good!

Frankie Siano: I always say the less you remember about a night, the better it was. Case in point, see that red head over there with the tight ass and school girl mini skirt?

Thunderkiss: How could I not?

Frankie Siano: Well the two of us had our noses buried in some Charlie and later I had another equally impressive appendage buried somewhere on her person if ya dig? I woke up wearing nothing but a smile and a blank memory. Luckily for me I have a camera installed in the ceiling mirror above my bed. Shame I can’t get some frequent flier miles for watching that sucker because I was in the zone man. The fuckin’ zone. I should sell it on the internet, it is that good. I was that good.

Thunderkiss: Friend, they say there is a fine line between confidence and an arrogance. Good thing for guys like us that we really don’t care.

Frankie Siano: Amen to that brother.

[Frankie and TK make music by slamming their bottles together before slamming their contents into their stomach. After allowing the sweet stuff to settle for a bit, Thunderkiss looks over at Frankie and gives him a once over. Liking what he sees, he decides to open his wallet, sort of speak.]

Thunderkiss: So, you wanna job?

Frankie Siano: Huh?

Thunderkiss: You know those things you do to earn money. Want one?

Frankie Siano: Why would you want me in your organization? It’s not like I have a resume like Fallen Souls or Jay Zero.

Thunderkiss: That may be true but I see a lot of myself in you, especially the part who knows how to work a crowd and sell tickets. And plus I need a good drinking buddy. It’s hard to find one these days and Lord knows when you travel as much as we do, a good drinking buddy is something you can’t do without. So what do you say?

Frankie Siano: Well I know it’ll break a lot of hearts if I went back on the road in more ways than one. And I don’t see why I can’t kick ass and smack a little at the same time. Count me in.

Thunderkiss: That’s the spirit and speaking of slapping ass, my palm is itching to meet the sweet cheeks of some of those frisky young ladies over there. Just look at their guilty faces. They need to be disciplined the only proper way, bent over my knee.

Frankie Siano: I thought you’d hitched your wagon to Ginger’s little princess.

Thunderkiss: All the more reason to make sure I am in good practice! Wouldn’t want to disappoint dear ol’ Anna, now would I?

Frankie Siano: I’ll lead the way.

[El Shadowo]

CONSEQUENCES
Danny Mainer

Freddy Maddox was slowly walking backstage, minding his own business with his head hung low as he was a little ashamed having lost his big First Blood match to Sgt. Pilko at Born Again. He moped, a little insecure in his career choice as he pulled out a quarter for the coffee machine unaware of the danger that awaited him. As the machine dispensed his coffee, Maddox tapped his foot and waited for the coffee to finish pouring then just at the very second he went to reach it an irate Danny Mainer shoved him away from the machine. Poking him with a sharp finger straight to the chest, the absolutely red-faced and still sore Danny Mainer was giving Maddox a hard time as he unleashed a violent tirade against the Wog-Hair Warrior.

Danny Mainer: ”Woahwoah Maddox! What the fuck man, what was that?!”

Freddie Maddox: “Wh-what?!”

Danny Mainer: ”You JOINED The Saints of Los Angeles?!”

Freddie Maddox: “It’s MY choice Dan, it’s MY de-“

Danny Mainer: ”Who gives a screw about choice? I’m asking you a question, DID YOU join Saints of Los Angeles?! DID YOU?!”

Freddie Maddox: “You’re NOT my dad. You’re not the boss of me!“

Danny Mainer: ”ANSWER my question!”

Freddie Maddox: “YES! I joined SLA, have you got a problem with that? Because if you do Thunderkiss’ll just paste you again like he did at Born Again!”
Mainer sighed and slammed his fist into the wall, frustrated by Maddox’ defection. As Maddox braces for conflict, Mainer breaths heavily dropping his head low.

Danny Mainer: ”If it weren’t for the fact I still see good in you, I’d smack you so hard your cheek would be quivering harder than Haiti...”

Freddie Maddox: “What the fuck Mainer? I JOINED the winning team because of dicks like you treating me like shit on your shoe!”

Danny Mainer: ”You’re a rat, Maddox. A fucking LOUSY rat. You’re gonna’ learn just like I did that when Thunderkiss doesn’t need you around anymore he’ll dispose of you and boy he’ll put you out for good! I STILL have the scars from when Aiden took me out! You got your foot in the door Maddox, into ACW and into the limelight and when it seems like a better opportunity is coming along you jump ship like the disgusting little flea you are!”

Freddie Maddox: “WHY do you even care?! You gave me shit from the moment I walked through that door!”

Danny Mainer: ”Because it was funny as? I was busting your balls man, you don’t take stuff like that to heart! I got the same kinda’ teasing you did when I got here. Mainer you’re a homo, Mainer you’re ugly, Mainer you shouldn’t take racist jokes aimed at someone else offensively. Mainer, you’re not cool enough to wear sunglasses. It’s part of the canonization of ACW, getting shat on is what the hierarchy is all about. I respected your heart and your athletic prowess and now tonight I’m going to have to beat the Saints of Los Angeles out of you!”

Freddie Maddox: “Look, I don’t want any problems with you, I want a clean fight tonight an-“

Danny Mainer: ”You’ll get a clean fight alright Maddox, I’ll kick your scrawny ass back to Mexico where you belong!”

Freddie Maddox: “Scrawny?! I’m bigger than you are!”

Danny Mainer: ”NOT in all dimensions, and DON’T interrupt me. Maddox, look, I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings but the reason I’m being like this now is because I don’t want to see SLA crush a bright young kid like you like they tried to do to me!”

Freddie Maddox: “Kiss ISN’T like that, I-“

Danny Mainer: ”Listen Freddie, screw it . I’m going to give you a once in a lifetime opportunity. I’ve NEVER done this for anyone and probably never will. I can read your mind Maddox, I know exactly what you’re seeing with SLA. You’re seeing a contrast, you’re seeing the lights and the camera and the action of Los Angeles. In your mind, it’s like comparing SLA Drew Barrymore to ACW Sarah Jessica Parker. I did that when I joined the Entourage but the reality is very different. ACW is just as crazy and glorious if not more so than SLA. And I’ll prove it to you. I present to you an offer to come with ME, to Las Vegas!”

Freddie Maddox: “But I’m FROM Las Vegas.”

Danny Mainer: ”Yeah, but have you ever been out on the town with royalty? Going it alone and going with The King of Vegas are two entirely different games to buy-in! Come on man, lemme show you that you have great opportunities with ACW as well as SLA! Come to Vegas this Saturday and I’ll SHOW YOU first hand what it’s like to be on the winning team.”

Freddie Maddox: “But Mainer, I-“

Danny Mainer: ”Think about it Freddy, bring a stuffed wallet with you man because The Funky Dealer and his apostle are going to get so coked up that we’ll just be slot machining it for the pretty lights baby!”

Freddie Maddox: “I thought you were straight edge, Mainer!”

Danny Mainer: ”Are you kidding me? I chain-smoke like it’s nobody’s business! Anyway, enough about that. Do you wanna come to Sin City with me and have the time of your life or what?”

Freddie Maddox: “I’ll thin-“

Danny Mainer: ”GREAT!”

At this point, Mainer took Maddox’s coffee and started backing towards a random door.

Freddie Maddox: “Say what now?”

Closer and closer, his hands reached for the handle.

Danny Mainer: ”That’s awesome! I’m glad you can make it!”

Mainer started to open the door and slink around.

Freddie Maddox: “I’m not even sure if I wanna go!”

Mainer shut the door behind him halfway through the sentence and could still be heard as he started to head along the corridor through the door behind him.

Danny Mainer: ”COOL STUFF MAN! THAT’S GREAT TO KNOW THAT YOU’RE KEEN TO HANG OUT, I CAN’T WAIT BUDDY! CYA SATURDAY! YEAH!”

Maddox looked at the coffee machine and saw that his coffee had been stolen by the swift Mainer who was way already gone now still shouting down the corridor.

Freddie Maddox: “Damn it..”

FADE

[El Shadowo]

[Segment Save for Jack Jefferson]