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Post by Kim Jong CP on Feb 17, 2010 20:46:20 GMT -5
ACW Presents: WARFARE LIVE from the HP Pavillion in San Jose, California!
Scheduled to appear:
Buddy Ghee Vs. The Red Panther
Criminal Vs. Thunder Train
Danny Mainer Vs. “The Soul of Philly” TJ
“Sleazy & Easy” Thunderkiss & " Playboy" Frankie Siano Vs. The Capitalists
Handicapped Match Dave Shadow & XS3 Vs. Chris Phenomenal
MAIN EVENT Hawthornes First Match Samuel Hawthorne vs. "Senator" Steve Phillips
Note: I'll be posting as soon as I am done dinner, which will likely be at 9. My apologies for the inconvenience.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Feb 17, 2010 21:04:25 GMT -5
Our night begins with it's usual video package as we then go to the announce desk with Maxwell McNally and "Fast" Eddie Edison who give us the recap of tonights card and remind us that Ragnarok is a week from Sunday before we see a clip of last week's show end.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Feb 17, 2010 21:05:25 GMT -5
“JUST WHO’S THE BAD GUY?” Credit: Thunderkiss Thunderkiss: Evenin’, ACW. Over the past few months there have been some that have painted me as the bad guy during these troubling times. What is unsettling for those who are making this accusation is that I am not portraying myself as such. These people want me to show myself as the baby eating hate monger that they paint me as but I refuse because my cause is just and so are my actions. This time I am not in it for myself, I am in it to see to it that what happened to me will never happen to another soul. Want to see what drives me, ACW? Want to see what motivates me to see to it that I will one day address you as the SLA audience? Well then, watch on ...- 8 MONTHS AGO - [Moments ago the second edition of SLA Overdose came to a conclusion. The arena is a sharp contrast to the way it was just hours ago. The screaming fans and pyrotechnics have been replaced by a still, eerie quietness that clams both owner and founder. High above in the offices that lie adjacent to massive structure they both relax and take a moment for themselves. A rarity these days. Little did they know that in a blink of an eye, they would soon have all the time in the world.] Anna Sommers: DirectTV and Time Warner Cable are the latest to pick up and offer Party Hard. We almost have all of the major media outlets supporting us now. There are a few hold outs on the East Coast but they will come around sooner than later. Thunderkiss: They will if they want to reap profits from our shows. Methinks that being close to Gingerdude territory has something to do with them holding out. Anna Sommers: Gee, you think? Thunderkiss: No need to be sarcastic, dear. Your father may have a stranglehold on the East Coast but in this country money talks. Every company starts out small, but no company has ever come into fruition with my name on the marquee. I have no doubt that our wallet will continue to expand each month and in a short amount of time everyone will be knocking at our door to cash in on the SLA property. We just have to remember who was there for us first and reward them for their loyalty and support.Anna Sommers: Especially the roster. Those guys out there are busting their asses off for us. I hate to break it to you sug’, but even you can carry a company so far on your shoulders. These guys are doing a damn good job of making sure people don’t change the channel before you come on. Thunderkiss: I have to admit we got pretty lucky with some of the talent we signed. These guys could easily be making big bucks somewhere else if we had discovered them first. As soon as our budget gets a little bigger, our first priority should be to lock ‘em in for long term deals. ‘Cause if we don’t, you know who will.Anna Sommers: Do you really think we can last 12 rounds with Daddy’s money? Thunderkiss: Do not worry, Anna. There has never been one point in my life where I made less money than I did the year before.Gilbert Ryan: Whoa pal, you just didn’t make my job any easier. Aiden Joseph? [They weren’t as alone as they expected. Starting the two, this uninvited guest stands in the door way dressed in a suit carrying a manilla colored envelope in his right hand. Never a good combination.] Thunderkiss: Yeah? Who the fuck are you and what are you talking about? Gilbert Ryan: The name is Gilbert Ryan. I am a notary for the City of Los Angeles. This is a cease and desist order from your friendly neighborhood city council. By order of the court you are to halt all business operations within the next 24 hours. Thunderkiss: What? You can’t be serious?Gilbert Ryan: Unfortunately I am. This business is being operated in a residential zone and you are being asked to comply with the junction until SLA Incorporated is relocated in the proper zoning. Anna Sommers: Proper zoning? It’s not like we can just lift up this arena and place it elsewhere! We spent MILLIONS remodeling it! Thunderkiss: This is insane! I had all my permits signed!Gilbert Ryan. That is up to the courts to decide. Don’t shoot the messenger. Big fan, by the way. Thunderkiss: Oh yeah? Well, here’s a picture for you to remember this moment.[Thunderkiss throws up his middle finger which serves as both an obscene gesture and direction in which to travel in. Talk about killing two birds with one stone.] Gilbert Ryan: Geesh. No reason to be a jerk about it. Anna Sommers: Kiss, what are we going to do? Even we don’t have the money to relocate to another venue! Thunderkiss: This just can’t be right. We got all the right papers, paid all the right fees. Something is wrong here.Anna Sommers: We are ruined! Thunderkiss: Shhh, don’t worry. I’ll take care of it. I’ll take care of everything, I promise.[Hoping that his promise will quell her worry, Thunderkiss draws his wife into him and embraces her. This image still lingers strongly in his memories. He can smell her hair, feel her body trembling and the fluttering of her heart beat against his chest. It was the precursor of what was to come and an memory that will haunt him forever. ] - NOW- Thunderkiss: That day I lied to my wife. I didn’t take care of our problems and was just as helpless as she was the day we watched the city of Los Angeles shut and lock our doors. However, I was right about something and that was the fishiness about the entire ordeal. I did go through the proper channels and had every form filled out and signed to establish our business legally. When I presented these documents to the court I was told it was the city’s mistake and that even in their error nothing could be done for SLA. Now I have gone up against some of the biggest and toughest son of a bitches this world has to offer in the ring but on that day I was truly humbled. Not even Thunderkiss can win against those who make the rules. When the final judgement was read Anna broke down into tears and fell into a deep depression soon afterwards. She put so much time and effort into crawling out of her father’s shadow and it was stolen away from her by the true criminals in this world, the politicians. There was nothing I could do, nothing I could say that would help her during this time. My heart broke as I had to commit her to the finest mental health facility in the state. Thunderkiss: Though there was nothing I could do for SLA but there was something I could do for my peace of mind. I had to know just who was behind this, just who had it out for us so bad that they couldn’t let Anna and I enjoy one brief moment of happiness. I had my suspicions and with a little will and knowing the right people they were confirmed. It just so happens that a few days before we were closed down, an anonymous donation was given to the county clerk. Well, I made this anonymous donator not so anonymous and discovered his name was none other than Senator Steve Phillips.Thunderkiss: Steve, you destroyed my family for the second time. Do you know what it is like to watch your toddler wonder where his mother is at? Do you know what it is like to watch your wife’s sanity crumble before your very eyes? You have absolutely no idea but I am going to make it my life’s goal to see to it that you do. I know you are reading this, Steve, so pay attention. Next week I am going to hurt Chris Phenomenal, Steve. I am going to hurt him really, REALLY bad. A part of me believes you could careless. If that is true, know that what you will see is a preview of your eventual fate. I need conclusion, Steve, and I shall have it. One of these days I will be knocking at your door and you’ll know that at that instant you’re time is up. There will be no repentance for you, only retribution - for me.Thunderkiss: Now that you have seen my tale, ACW, I have only one question for you. Just who is the bad guy?[FADE]
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Feb 17, 2010 21:06:52 GMT -5
Ghee Willikkers. (Credit: Buddy Ghee)
Charolette King: I'm standing here with newcomer Buddy Ghee, as he prepares to face off against his biggest opponent yet, Red Panther. Buddy, you're facing off against one tough opponent. Eleven wins to ten losses to your two wins and zero losses, what is going through your mind right now?
Buddy Ghee: Right now I'm just hoping I don't get charged for murder, 'cause he's about to get ripped apart by the baddest mutha in the league: Buddy Ghee. Red Panther, real name Calvin Wolfcastle... I'm sorry, should I be afraid of a guy named Calvin? When I hear a name like Calvin, I expect some middle-aged mama to punctuate it with "don't forget, you have piano class after school!" He joined the wrestling business when his daddy died of cancer. The world of MMA lost a great man. And what do we get in his place? A guy who named one-a his moves "Hawiian Violence Party." A guy who don't know a moonsault from a hammerlock. Why do people expect me to fold to this jive turkey? 'Cause his yarddog mama'll come and get me?
Charolette King: Hey, don't bring his mom into this.
Buddy Ghee: Shut up and do your job. I come from the land 'o darkness. I'm ready to nix the jeff right now. I'm ready to get in there and do what I do best. My next victim is the Panther, and I'll give you three guesses why they call 'im that.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Feb 17, 2010 21:10:38 GMT -5
Tonights Warfare is brought to you by, BK London's birthday bashEveryone's invited, except Thunderkiss, and Jake Steele and Freeman and FSX, and, well, it might be easier to list those who are.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Feb 17, 2010 21:11:59 GMT -5
Buddy Ghee vs Red Panther As written by Buddy Ghee [/u][/center] Phillip stands from his chair to signify the first match is about to start. He climbs the steps and ducks under the rope, as the audience hangs in anticipation. He brings the microphone to his lips.Phillip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Our first contender, 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.Phillip: And his opponent, from Honolulu, Hawaii, at 213 pounds, The Red Panther! Slowly a wind instrument of some sort begins to play as the lights dim. After about 00:30 seconds a synthesizer begins bubbling along behind the wind instrument. About 00:42 seconds in high putched remixed female vocals are added to the mix. Come with me to the dance floor, You and me cause that´s what it´s for Show me now what is it You got to be doing And the music in the house... At around a minuite, the lights come back on and The Red Panther walks out from the back as "Warrior's Dance" by the Prodigy plays. Panther walks to the ring confidently to a posotive reaction. Buddy stands, laughing at his theme music. Panther rolls into the ring and goes into his corner, preparing for the match ahead. The referee checks them for weapons and the match begins. They waste no time, since as soon as the bell rings, they're locked up. Buddy quickly gains the upper hand as he feels the need to make quick work of Panther. He moves to Panther's side and gets him with a Russian Legsweep. Panther quickly picks himself up, just in time to perform a hiptoss on a rebounding Buddy. He goes straight for a ground and pound, unleashing a flurry of punches and chops as the referee tries to break them apart. The referee pulls him away for a second, but Panther makes an attempt to go straight back to punching and kicking. Buddy reacts, shoving his feet to his chest, rolling onto his neck, and throwing him out of the ring. Buddy gets to his feet, watching as Red was doing the same. Buddy lurches for the ropes, and does a springboard moonsault, colliding with Red, pulling him back down. Buddy picks Red up and drops him on his knee. 1Buddy brings Red to his feet and throws him into the ring, following suit. Buddy moves to pin Red, but feels a sharp impact in his stomach from a kick. Red moves to his feet to go for a facebreaker DDT, but Buddy lunges forward, catching Red in the throat with a headbutt. Buddy Irish Whips him into the corner, and charges at him for a run-up enzuigiri, dropping him. He goes for the pin. 1... 2... Thre- Kickout! Buddy jumps to his feet, yelling about how that was a three count. He moves to the middle of the ring, arguing with the referee. Red runs on his knees to put Buddy in a schoolboy pin. 1... 2... 3!!! In a short match, Red snags the pin from Buddy! Buddy jumps to his feet in an outrage. Phillip returns to the ring, but Buddy snags the mic out of his hand. Buddy Ghee: I ain't comin' on that tab! That's bullshit! Buddy turns to see Red in front of him. Buddy Ghee: You friggin' thief! I should kick your ass right now! Red continues to stare Buddy down. Buddy Ghee: You and me, right now! Red makes no reaction. Buddy punches him in the face. Red rams his head into his assailant's. Buddy stumbles, dazed, and walks right into Red's hands, who picks him up, drapes him over his shoulder, and hits a Dead on Impact! The security begins restraining him as the camera fades out.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Feb 17, 2010 21:12:41 GMT -5
Manny Sykes! Phenomenal’s Most Wanted Chris Phenomenal and Senator
Puttering about is Manny Sykes, former associate of the fallen Draven Rook and photographer extraordinaire. That said however, photography is an expensive profession and sometimes with few rewards lead people to take drastic measures, one being revealed as he turns in a chair and stares at a cage, about eight feed by eight feet and looks at the figure of Paige Martin. Despite being held captive for over eight months she appears in good shapes, though not in good spirits.
Manny: You know Paige, it amazes me that I spent fifteen years craving you, admiring you from affair and yet now to me you’re nothing. I lusted after you for many years and yet now when I look at you I don’t feel the butterflies that once existed. Why is that? Why was it that when you were horsing around with that drug dealing basketball low life, the one who had the audacity to declare himself Phenomenal it made me sick and want to free you from his control and yet now that I have, I don’t see the purpose. Why, when I first orchestrated this kidnapping I was in it for you, but after you posed for those photo’s like a common whore you now revile me.
Manny looks at Paige who is trying her best to ignore him. Eight months of captivity rendering her slave to him, obedient to a fault. A lap dog.
Manny: I kept that filthy preachers hands off of you because I wanted you to myself but when you told me that you were still pure, were still innocent, why did it immediately disturb me? Why am I not able to touch you? I bought you two months ago from Hector and now look at this. I’m keeping you locked up in the cage instead of fulfilling my every…
All of a sudden there is a crash as more light spills in to the small warehouse, home of Manny’s operation. He turns his head but then feels something on his neck. He strains his eyes, trying to look out the corner and see who his attacker is but he has gained perfect position. He’s not left wanting for longer as Paige turns her head and her eyes light up as she sees who it is.
Paige: CHRIS!
Stepping out of the light of the door is Senator Steve Phillips, dressed not necessarily in combat wear but the shirt and slacks combo is less formal than usual for him. He pans around the warehouse with his M4 Carbine in front of him, ready to unload at the slightest move.\
Paige: Chris, look out he’s got a gun!
Chris calls back at her, still off screen.
Chris Phenomenal: It’s okay, he’s on our side.
Senator lowers the rifle and instead walks over towards Chris who keeping his gun trained on Manny turns around him and for the first time appears on camera. The look on his face inside of the ring pales in comparison to the one he wears right now as he looks at the man responsible for the kidnapping of the one thing that ultimate matters to him.
Chris Phenomenal: You son of a bitch!
Chris takes his gun and slams it into the temple of Manny Sykes who recoils with the impact, falling out of his chair.
Chris Phenomenal: You, of all fuckin’ people Manny. I fuckin’ kept you out of the clink, I took the rap for you and this is how you repay me. I should put a fuckin’ bullet in your skull right now.
Chris looks at Manny and points his gun right as his head as Manny squirms under duress. Phillips sneaks up behind Chris and places his hand on his shoulder and whispers in his ear.
Chris Phenomenal: Get up!
Chris keeps his gun trained on Manny as he pushes himself up to his feet, placing his hands above his head knowing the drill as Chris smiles…takes the gun and smashes it atop his head again knocking Manny back to the ground. Chris takes his boot and punts him right in the ribs twice as Manny rolls over.
Chris Phenomenal: You see Manny, I’ve got a little proposition here and quite frankly, I hold all the cards so I’m not asking, I’m demanding that you tell me who else you’ve got here, who else you’ve done this too and how the fuck I can get Paige out of that animal pen.
Manny stops squirming as he looks up at Chris who raises his eyebrow, showing that he means business.
Manny: She’s the only one. I paid Hector…
Chris Phenomenal: I know about fuckin’ Hector. How do you think we found you.
Manny: Then you would know I’m just the second, I bought her for pictures nothing…
Chris Phenomenal: Bought? Like a fuckin’ pig.
Chris loses his cool as he lowers the gun trained at Manny’s head and pulls the trigger, the sound of the bullet being sent rocketing out of the chamber deafening, as is the scream of Manny as the round enters his leg.
Chris Phenomenal: Next ones in your skull Manny.
Manny: Okay, Okay…Paige is the only one and the key, the key is in the desk…
Chris turns and looks at Senator who begins rummaging through the desk before holding up the key for Chris who nods. Senator goes over to the cage and enters it into the lock, it clicking open as Senator smiles.
Chris Phenomenal: Get her…
All of a sudden a door off the side bursts open and the sound of gun fire is heard as Senator throws Paige off to the side and takes up cover behind the cage as Chris spins around and points his gun at the assailant and unloads the clip right at him, striking him twice and dropping him as he turns and looks at Senator and Paige.
Chris Phenomenal: Paige get out of here. Senator, I’ve got over here, you take the back way. Paige, call me and we’ll pick you up in a bit.
With that the three disperse, the scene following Paige as she ducks off and heads out of the room, ducking through the door Senator came in through. She steps into the sunlight for the first time before she is greeted by a petite Asian women.
Asian Women: Hello Paige.
With that she sticks a cloth out and slams it into the face of Paige who despite her best efforts isn’t able to fight her attacker off, eight months of captivity having weakened her. She slowly drops as gun shots ring from inside the room and the scene fades away.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Feb 17, 2010 21:15:07 GMT -5
Segment: Nostalgia (Credit: Michael Smart)
The scene opens with a shot of a hallway backstage. The camera is following Michael Smart, wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans. Michael is walking through the hallway, a few interns passing him by, careful not to get in Michael's way. Just as Michael is about to turn a corner, a voice yells out at him.
? ? ?: Hold on, cousin!
Michael turns to face the direction of the voice. The camera turns around to show Daniel Smart, wearing a dark grey suit and a white and blue striped tie, running towards Michael. He finally reaches his cousin and client, stopping to catch his breath before talking.
Daniel Smart: Cousin, I finally did it!
Michael Smart: Did what?
Daniel Smart: I had to go through more than a few negotiations to arrange this, but I finally managed to get it thanks to the match you'll have at...
Michael Smart: Daniel. what are you talking about?
Daniel Smart: You finally have your own private locker room again!
Michael looks pleasantly surprised for once, finding himself at a loss for words.
Michael Smart: Wow, Daniel, you...
Daniel Smart: No need to thank me! Let's go take a look!
The two start walking through the hallway. After a minute, they reach a door, Michael Smart written on the door sign.
Daniel Smart: Here we go! Oh, by the way, I've taken the liberty of decorating this place a little, you know, give it a little heart.
Michael Smart: Wait, you've decorated the place? I have a bad feeling about this...
Daniel Smart: What are you talking about? I'll have you know that I'm great at decoration! I even had a feng shui guy tell me that once, he didn't even need to change anything in my apartment! His bill cost a lot, but quality is never cheap! Do you think we should get him to check this locker room's feng shui, too? I think I still have his phone num...
Michael Smart: Just open the damn door.
Daniel Smart: Alright!
Daniel opens the door and gets inside. Michael follows after him, looking around the room. On the walls are posters of Led Zeppelin, The Who and AC/DC. Daniel also points to a poster of Star Wars.
Michael Smart: Huh, it's like I've travelled back in time to the 70's.
Daniel Smart: You'll change your mind about that when you saw our awesome LAVA LAMP!
Daniel points at a red lava lamp in the corner of the room. Michael is not impressed as Daniel continues pointing at it awkwardly.
Daniel Smart: ...Fine, maybe I did take heavy inspiration from the 70's. But hey, it was an awesome decade.
Michael Smart: You were born in the 80's.
Daniel Smart: So? I can admire the time's pop culture even if I wasn't around back then.
Daniel grabs a yo-yo from a table in the room, proceeding to play with it. Michael watches the yo-yo go up and down for a while before his eyes wander to the table Daniel took it from, seeing something else.
Michael Smart: A rubik's cube!
Michael grabs the cube, looking at the unsolved cube from all sides.
Michael Smart: I remember thinking solving one of these was impossible as a kid. Bet it won't be that hard now, though.
Michael starts trying to solve the cube, turning the cube's sides around.
Daniel Smart: Good luck with that.
Daniel continues playing with the yo-yo while Michael tries to solve the cube.
Daniel Smart: By the way, we need to talk about. About your match at Ragnarok.
Michael Smart: Okay.
Daniel Smart: I haven't really thought about it, but you'll finally get a chance. A chance to climb to the top of ACW.
Michael Smart: Yeah.
Daniel Smart: It's been a long road, huh? I mean, you've worked long and hard for years to become a World Champion, and now you finally have an opportunity to do just that.
Michael Smart: Uh-huh.
Daniel Smart: You know, I knew when I first started managing you that one day, you would get this opportunity and... are you even listening to me?
Michael Smart: I agree.
Michael seems to be too focused on the rubik's cube to hear Daniel's words.
Daniel Smart: Hey! I'm giving a touching speech here and you're just playing with a stupid colored cube!
Michael Smart: It's not stupid! Just let me finish the red side, and I'll listen...
Daniel Smart: Look, the point is that the most important match of your life is ahead of you. You need to take this seriously, because it might be your only opportunity.
Michael Smart: You know me, Daniel. I'm always serious.
Michael's words are diminished by the rubik's cube he's still eagerly solving. Daniel looks unconvinced of Michael's motivation.
Daniel Smart: Well, I really hope you mean that. I have to go.
Michael Smart: See ya later.
Daniel puts the yo-yo back on the table, walking out of the room, closing the door behind him. Michael's still concentrated on solving the cube as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Feb 17, 2010 21:15:45 GMT -5
Post match segment (Written by The Red Panther)
After his match The Red Panther is walking through the back. He is wiping his arms with a towel and seems happy. Kevin Anderson jogs over too him.
Kevin Anderson: PANTHER, PANTHER!
Panther turns around to Kevin.
Panther: Kevin, what do you want?
Kevin: Panther, just a quick post match interview please.
Panther: Fine. Go on.
Kevin: Does this victory seem hollow?
Panther: Why, because of the roll-up? I lost a match at Winters Discontent because I was attacked from behind after knocking out an opponent. Do you think Trent Wheeler found that hollow? No. If you asked him "How do you sleep at night?" after that match he would say "Like a drunk sexed up baby thanks". Anyway, that's what happens in wrestling matches. You have to stay alert. I have no responsibility to let him finish arguing with the ref before pinning him. Unless somebody calls timeout or says the match is over, I'm still going for it.
Kevin: What about Adrian Flamingo?
Panther: He seems to of calmed down, I'm not sure, maybe this new chairman is helping ACW! Anyway Kevin, got to get a shower, see yah.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Feb 17, 2010 21:16:28 GMT -5
Criminal vs. Thunder TrainCPThe match between the two SLA brethren started off with both men in the ring circling each other, each looking for an opening to exploit and to gain the early advantage. Not only was the win important here, but also doing it in an exciting fashion for the SLA fans in attendance and to show Thunderkiss that they truly belong in the renegade group. The two came together collar and elbow, the smaller Criminal not willing to back down at this point and time. Eventually Train pulled out and used his elbow as a weapon, driving it into Criminal’s neck and taking him down to one knee. Train bends over and picks him up and throws him down with a scoop slam, impressing early on. Train covers Criminal and gets a one count as the shoulder comes up. Both men get to there feet and Criminal delivers a kick to the midsection and tries to lift Train and fails miserably as Train shifts his body weight and falls back to the canvas before taking both hands and nearly smashing criminals head in with a double axe hand, rocking him to one knee. Train doesn’t bother helping him up, instead throwing him to his feet as he whips him into the corner and gaining steam, the furnace being stoked goes charging down the proverbial tracks and rams right into the turnbuckle, Criminal avoiding the contact at the last second. Criminal drops out and uses gravity and the rocked train to take him down with a roll up but only gets a two count. Criminal gets up to his feet and with Train still prone uses the ropes as a springboard and just lazily floats back coming down and dropping the leg across Trains throat and sends him rolling out of the ring to the outside to gather himself. This doesn’t work too well however as Criminal hit’s the far ropes, does a cartwheel and then launches himself over the top rope right into Train taking him down as the referee begins his count inside. Criminal gets up to his feet and stomps Train out, content with the count-out victory over the bigger man as he slides in at five. What he may have done however is awoke the sleeping giant as Train comes in at five like a cat out of water and goes to work. Criminal looks to hit him with a front dropkick but Train bats him out of the way and as Criminal lands he begins to stomp him mercilessly until the referee intervenes. Train backs away, right into the ropes before coming off at full steam, leaping up and squashing Criminal like a flapjack on a Tuesday morning and stays down on him and narrowly misses the victory, the 2.9 kickout coming again. For the next two minutes Train controlled the action with the power offense, a set of power slams and then a vicious bear hug, seemingly focusing on the spine and back area of Criminal. Eventually Criminal managed to free himself from the grasps with a rake of the eye and then began to try and chop down the cherry tree like George Washington, eventually getting Train down to one knee. Criminal backs up and as Train gets up he fakes another kick and Train ducks but Criminal got him, the act of sleight working as he connects with The Heist, his ace crusher sending Train plummeting down to the audience as Criminal made the cover, got the three count and got a major upset one week after dropping his entertainment title to TJ. Winner: Criminal
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Feb 17, 2010 21:22:53 GMT -5
Tonights Warfare is brought to you by, a 3 time dunk champion.I don't know how, but he is.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Feb 17, 2010 21:24:25 GMT -5
“HERE WE GO AGAIN” Credit: Thunderkiss [For the third time in his career Thunderkiss finds himself basking in the dawn of another ACW World Title match. On his first occasion he felt defiant after being shut out of the game for so long and to stick it to those responsible. His second trip here he felt redeemed knowing that his long and exhausting journey was near its end. This time he feels jittery and perhaps even a bit stressed due in part to how this same experience ended last time. The thought of failure weighs heavy on his mind and once again he finds himself in a situation where his final fate may be decided by others than himself. His long walk to the ring tonight is marred by a vision of someone else in the match dropping the contest and in turn, doing the same for his chances for revenge. Not wanting to show that the great Thunderkiss struggles with doubt, he puts on his best acting face as he stands in front of tonight’s crowd and does his best to whip them up into a frenzy.] Thunderkiss: The time is neigh. In just a weeks time I will come face to face with ACW’s champion and face him in a contest that will determine more than a title. The fate of two federations hangs in the balance as well as the lives that both touch. Thousands will watch to see where to pledge their loyalties after the outcome; millions will watch to do the same for their fandom. I have been in some epic matches during my tenure here and elsewhere, but none of them have ever matched the magnitude of this battle. You have to belts, three of the best this business has to offer. This is just so much more than a match, it is a war of different ideologies. Dave Shadow and Chris Phenomenal stand in the way of progress and heaven help them, I am the wrecking ball. If there was ever a situation where put up or shut up applies, this would be it. I have ran my mouth. Dave has ran his mouth. Phenomenal has ran his mouth. The time for talking is over and son, I am ready to put a hurtin’ on. I mean, just look at these biceps. If they don’t scream, “oh shit, I wouldn’t want to be on the other end of my punches,” then your either deaf or a hater. And we all know there ain’t no haters here tonight, right?!Michael Jason Dougherty, ACW Superfan: You can’t wrestle! *clap,clap clapclapclap* You can’t wrestle! *clap,clap clapclapclap* You can’t wrestle! *clap,clap clapclapclap* SLA Fan: Hey you! Yeah you, geek! Shut the fuck up and sit down! Michael Jason Dougherty, ACW Superfan: Hey man, my mom paid for my ticket and unless you want to refund her the money, I’d suggest you listen to your own advice! SLA Fan: I would but I have my finger shoved so far in her vagina right now for her to give a damn, junior! OH YEAH, YOU GOT SERVED! Thunderkiss: Dave Shadow, the Thunderkiss of old would stand here at this very moment in time and not call you a threat nor a concern in this match up. As seen at last Omega Effect, he who is not expected to win can become your biggest threat. One-on-one I have dominated you in every contest without breaking a sweat. There is no attack of yours that I fear, there is no defense you can muster that can withstand my onslaught. No, your most dangerous attribute is being the ultimate opportunist, Dave. That is, after all, how you became ACW World Champion. With no serious competition left to truly challenge you for the championship, you easily took it for your own. In this match up I would not be surprised if you allow the other competitors to do your dirty work for you, Dave. Just know that when you go to swoop in for the victory and try to play “hero,” my eye will be on you and I will damn well make sure that you won’t cross the finish line first. It’s time for me to expose you as the fraudulent champion that you are and send you back to Ireland to become champion of 100,000 inbred drunks, you albino freak! Michael Jason Dougherty, ACW Superfan: Dave Shadow is EPIC, not some washed up has been that is holding talent down! WE WANT SIX SIDES! *clap,clap clapclapclap* WE WANT SIX SIDES! *clap,clap clapclapclap* SLA Fan: SLA has a six sided ring, dumbass. Michael Jason Dougherty, ACW Superfan: I’m surprised you can count! I have an IQ of 140. What is yours? SLA Fan: I don’t give a fuck. All I know is that I can count to ten and that’s all the time I need to kick your ass. Thunderkiss: Chris Phenomenal. You wanted to be the Senator’s son so bad, Chris? Just know that the sins of the father are passed onto the son. He may not be in the ring with me at Ragnarok but all I will see is his face on yours. There is a lot the old man has to answer for and you will serve well as being his martyr. You have had every opportunity to become predominantly featured as a league’s top talent and instead you decided to live the rest of your career as another Capitalist. That’s fine with me, I have made it a career to beat up the Capitalists and I will do the same with you. Last week was your first serving in what will become a long line of heaving spoonfuls of humble pie. And as I shove each one down your throat, I will be looking over at dear ol’ dad as he cries for me to show mercy to his son. And you know what, Chris? His pleas will fall on deaf ears. I will show him the same mercy as he showed my family. The same mercy as he showed SLA. In other words, I will show him NONE. I will take apart his newest servant and wipe your blood on his jacket to serve as a constant reminder that he and he alone was responsible for your untimely end. Don’t get too anguished, Chris. Something tells me the old man will simply shrug his shoulders and find another stooge to fill your shoes and the cycle will repeat itself once more. Michael Jason Dougherty, ACW Superfan: Senator Steve is a wrestling HERO! You are a wrestling ZERO! Don’t be such a sore loser for him kicking your ass at Omega Effect! I can’t wait until Dave does the same to you at Ragnarok so you will quit again, you big cry baby! OUCH! WHO THREW THAT!? Crash Lightening: I did and if you don’t get your ass out of your chair and out that exit right there by the time I get to zero, you’re going to get the other shoe to match! CIW Fan: I LOVE THE RED TEAM! Crash Lightening: Holy shit that was random. Thunderkiss: Apparently, three others will join myself, Chris Phenomenal and Dave Shadow in this contest. Their names nor their involvement are not important to me. They are as relevant as their recent showing, in other words, they mean jack shit to me. As far as I am concerned, you could put the whole roster of ACW in the ring with me and I would annihilate you all. I find it ironic this comes almost two years to the day I went up against the so called “legendary” BK London, tiny man Jake Cheng and the overrated and over appreciated Hunter. On that cold day in February I broke them all. On the anniversary of my first title win I will see to it that history will repeat itself. Then, I sent strong message to ACW with my victory and that was do not ever hold me down again. This message fell on dear ears. Now, I will show those who have my blood on their hands what happens to those who do.[Thunderkiss spikes the microphone into the mat, shattering it in several pieces. Both his arms rise triumphantly into the air and a large ovation comes from this extremely pro-SLA crowd as they wish him luck in next week’s match up. Those who don’t are few and far between, but are vocal much to the headache of all those who sit around them, most notably the heckler of the night.] Michael Jason Dougherty, ACW Superfan: I think this promo STINKS! [FADE]
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Feb 17, 2010 21:26:00 GMT -5
Any publicity is good publicity. By Dave Shadow Out in the arena, the crowd are all cheering and chanting, everyone so excited to be at what is turning out to be yet another phenomenal ACW show. The kids are cheering their heroes, parents watch in a fascinated delight and there is a great buzz in the arena.
Dave Shadow looks out from a fire escape at the back of the arena, hiding just in enough that no one will really notice him unless they turn fully. As ACW Champion, he has always felt that it is his duty to watch every segment and every match, to keep up to date with just about every aspect of the ACW shows. But as he looks out now, he realises that the joy in ACW does not come with just being his job. It comes in seeing the smiles on the kids faces, and hearing the excited cheers. It comes from entertaining people and making them happy. Dave spots one little kid wearing a “Dave Shadow” shirt, and a big smile spreads across his face...
? ? ?: You’ve always struck me as a happy man, Mr. Shadow. And I’d like to make sure you keep it that way. Dave spins round as a voice behind him snaps him out of his trance. A man stands in front of him, small, weedy, bleach blond hair but dressed in quite a nice suit. A juxtaposition; Dave wonders how such an ugly man can possibly think he can pull off such a fine suit. Dave gives him a weak smile and starts to walk back towards the curtain nearby, which will lead him back to the wrestler’s areas. Dave doesn’t mean to be rude to anyone, but one problem with walking “amongst the people” is that if they spot him, they’ll crowd him and that could take him hours to escape from. The man, however, follows.
Dave: Listen, I don’t mean to be rude, sir, but we’re in the middle of a show and I should probably be getting ready.Man: Of course, of course. I won’t take much of your time. My name is Edmund Child. Dave: Nice to meet you, Mr. Child.Edmund: Mr. Shadow, all me to cut straight to the point. I am not simply a fan who has managed to catch you in hopes of a picture and an autograph. Dave reaches the curtain, a security guard standing beside it, holding it back to let the World Champ through.
Dave: Good to hear, Mr. Child. But any requests for public appearances or such should be sent through the ACW office, or my agent.The man takes out a card from his pocket and flashes it at the security guard. The guard waves him through the curtain, allowing him backstage as well. Dave misses a step as he turns round, surprised that whoever this man is is allowed backstage. Dave stops and looks at him. The card in his hand is a backstage pass. And not just any backstage pass. One specially for the most important people backstage.
Dave: OK, now you’ve piqued my interest. Mr. Child, who exactly are you?Edmund puts the backstage pass back into his pocket and, at the same time, pulls another, small business card from it. He hands it to Dave, who takes it reluctantly. The champ reads the card aloud....
Dave: “Edmund Child. Agent & Publicist”. Mr. Child, I am afraid I have an agent and I have no intentions of writing a book any time soon. Writing isn’t exactly my forte. I’m more of a “Punch and kick” guy.Edmund: Not “publisher”, “publicist”! I take care of people’s publicity. And from my research, you don’t have an agent either. Dave frowns at the man and tries to hand back the card. Child puts his hand up in protest.
Edmund: Nay, keep it. I have many more at hand. But I am right, aren’t I? You don’t have an agent. Dave: No, I don’t, I didn’t feel I needed one. The kind folks here at ACW have always done right by me, and I trust them to manage my contracts and publicity appearances. After that, what do I need an agent for?Edmund: True, true. Agents tend to be money grabbing gits, only out for their own ends. But that is where I differ from the norm. I, Mr. Shadow, as I already said, am a publicist as well. I do more than just “take care of contracts”. Dave: Prey tell, what else do you do?Edmund: My primary job is to make sure that the crowd who love you so continue to adore you and prey at your feet. My primary job is to keep those skeletons in your closet firmly locked in there. My job is to make the people think the sun, to be frank, shines out of your ass and rainbows flow from your mouth. Dave couldn’t help but let a big laugh out.
Dave: Mr. Child, I get it. But here’s the things. I don’t really have that many skeletons in my closet. One of the joys of working in the wrestling industry is that there are very little secrets in this world. I go out there every night in little more than some spandex pants and expose everything about myself to the crowd. I’m honest and I am always myself.Edmund: So what? You’re clean as a sheet? Let me assure you, Mr. Shadow, that everyone has their dirty laundry. Everyone has something they’d rather not share with their “fans”. Be it an sex, drugs or rock n’ roll, everyone has something they’d rather keep hidden. Cause in this industry, fans can be fickle. Fans can turn on you in a heart beat if they even get wind of a controversy. Do you understand, Mr Shadow? Dave folds his arms and frowns some more, looking directly into the eyes of Edmund Child. Much to Dave’s surprise, he barely blinked. Some of the worlds greatest wrestlers had flinched under his stare, and yet this man showed no sign of worry. He was confident to a fault.
Dave: Mr. Child, allow me to reiterate. I’ve got no secrets. I’ve got nothing to hide. And I certainly have no intentions of letting some sleazy rat try and convince me that the media must be manipulated in my favour when, in fact, the media is already quite happy with me. So unless you’ve got any tips on how to defend a championship belt against five other men, then I’ll be on my way.Dave holds the card out and, this time, Child takes it back. He puts it back itno his pocket and let’s a sly smile spread across his face.
Edmund: Of course. Perhaps I was wrong about you Mr. Shadow. Perhaps you will not require my services. But just in case you ever do, I’ll leave this number with Hawthorne and the ACW office. Good day, sir. And with that, Child turns and leaves Dave, heading back out through the curtain the two men entered through. Dave watches him go, a worried look on his face. What a strange little man Edmund Child was. Still, there was bigger fish to fry and someone like him was really not worth the effort of thinking about. Dave sighs and turns, walking off and putting Child completely out of his mind.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Feb 17, 2010 21:27:33 GMT -5
MATCH BEGINNING: It was a real life modern day David VS Goliath as Danny Mainer, the smallest man on the roster had to fend off the gargantuan member of the Rennaisance “The Soul of Philly” TJ. Both men, with the shared interests of ACW at heart exchanged a handshake before the match got underway causing the audience to erupt into applause before a quick technical encounter showed that Mainer could hang with this big cat TJ. After securing an early advantage with a big kick to Mainer’s head, Mainer whipped TJ at the ropes who tried to counter with a springboard crossbody only to get launched into a gargantuan powerslam literally demolishing the back and spine of Mainer. The Entertainment Champion made it clear that though Mainer was one of the fastest cats on the roster, TJ unlike most big men could and would keep up. As Mainer got to his feet he got thoroughly decimated yet again by a Calf Kick knocking him halfway back to Vegas with the sheer power as TJ took total control. MATCH MID-SECTION: Mainer had finally regained some control after an attempt at an Impact Bomb had been countered into a Hurricanrana and a flash pin attempt by The King of Vegas. Mainer only got a 1-count from this but it gave him the rush he needed to pick up an advantage. As TJ got up Mainer quickly decimated him with both halves of The Slutbuster before heading to the skies with a big time body splash right across the chest but to Mainer’s chagrin this only earned him a 2-count. Mainer slapped TJ across the head shouting ”Come on fatass! Bring the pain!” gaining a little twinge of negative reaction from the audience. Finally, Mainer standing back in the corner as TJ got up sprinted forward launching himself with full velocity only to miss The Flatliner and for TJ to sprint in a parallel direction returning and practically ripping Mainer in half with a thunderous spear. A 2-count followed. MATCH END: ”Get up Mainer... you’re too good for this shit.” could be picked up on the mic as TJ had gone to the corner to take a breather. Slowly getting up to their feet, both men met in the centre of the ring with a stern and worn look in their faces, you could see the respect between both of them as what erupted could only be described as a slug-fest. The type you’d expect to see between two wild grizzly bears in the Siberian wilderness, fists were exchanged flying into the faces of both their opponents as eventually Mainer’s mouth was cut and started to bleed from the direct impact. Suddenly, TJ lunged forward with a boot straight to the gut and threw him skyhigh with a Chokelift Spinebuster only for Mainer to bring up his knees and knock several of TJ’s teeth loose with the Straight Flush. on the way back down. Mainer quickly went for the cover only, to the surprise of the ACW universe to only get a 2-count. Mainer stared in shock at the referee as TJ had somehow found the will to kick out of his finishing move. TJ, being to this day the only man to have ever done it. The crowd clapped and applauded as the match was due to continue, Mainer’s bloody lip getting pretty severe now. TJ got up after him as Mainer continued to protest the referee’s decision. Grabbing Mainer by the shoulders he span him around and dead-lifted him straight up for the Fireman Carry Fire Thunder Driver looking to finish this contest off once and for all. TJ let out a war cry as he prepared to smash Mainer like a rag-doll into the mat but a swift elbow into the eye and Mainer down off the back. TJ span around and received several kicks to the thighs and shins before receiving an absolutely VICIOUS Shotei Slap straight to the face completing The Made Hand sequence. TJ stumbled back into the ropes. TJ swayed all the way back over to Mainer who attempted rather foolishly to lift the gargantuan TJ onto his shoulders for The Royal Flush but even a dazed and unstable TJ was too much for Mainer to lift who had over a foot in height and 100 pounds advantage over the 2x International Champion. TJ laughed in the face of Mainer and got off himself before lunging with a big boot straight to the face of Mainer. Mainer ducked and TJ staggered to the other side of him. Mainer leapt up with a big dropkick to the back sending TJ stumbling forward into the ropes before bouncing backwards. Mainer dropped to all fours behind TJ who stumbled and began to fall over Mainer who promptly transitioned into an elevated roll-up pin. TJ struggled and flailed but Mainer adjusted his position and held down TJ’s shoulders for a 3-count garnering the crowd to go crazy as this great match came to a close. WINNER: Danny Mainer VIA Roll-Up (17:56)
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Feb 17, 2010 21:28:15 GMT -5
Tonights Warfare is brought to you...Thiago Gracie: VICTORY BY ARMBAR!
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