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Post by The Senator on Feb 25, 2010 3:29:38 GMT -5
Segment: This is an ode to the fallen hero (Credit: XS3) And now for something completely different.
Amidst all the anarchy, bravado and showboating, there comes a time when one needs to set aside their goals to focus on other pressing issues. For one XS3, the solution to his stress is to pay tribute to one of his heroes growing up. Asides from wrestling, music has always consumed XS3. It started in his early teens when he took up guitar lessons, and then singing lessons a year later. Him and his friends jammed to Metallica, Pantera, Iron Maiden, Judas Priest and Black Sabbath to pass the time. Over the years, his tastes had broadened to include all types of metal, classic rock and blues-rock. However, underneath all the distortion, aggression and desired brutality, one man always remained an idol, one who XS3 believed transcended genres and broke down barriers, even after his death.
That man was The Man In Black, Johnny Cash.
In the back, we see XS3 tuning his acoustic guitar. Though he must team with Danny Mainer to fight Sleazy & Easy, XS3 is choosing to spend his time unwinding through music. Finally, he settles on his tuning and begins to play. As the guitar cuts through the silence, so does XS3's voice.XS3: You can run on for a long time Run on for a long time Run on for a long time Sooner or later God'll cut you down Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Go tell that long tongue liar Go and tell that midnight rider Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em downXS3 continues to play but at the same time, he pauses to reflect. Clearly, these lyrics have a deeper meaning to him than one would think. While the song calls for biblical vengeance against the wicked, XS3 somehow interprets it as a message to Thunderkiss and Chris Phenomenal.XS3: Well my goodness gracious let me tell you the news My head's been wet with the midnight dew I've been down on bended knee talkin' to the man from Galilee He spoke to me in the voice so sweet I thought I heard the shuffle of the angel's feet He called my name and my heart stood still When he said, "John go do My will!"
Go tell that long tongue liar Go and tell that midnight rider Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
You can run on for a long time Run on for a long time Run on for a long time Sooner or later God'll cut you down Sooner or later God'll cut you downXS3 lets a soft smile creep across his face, showing a man perfectly content with paying tribute to one of his heroes.XS3: Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand Workin' in the dark against your fellow man But as sure as God made black and white What's done in the dark will be brought to the light
You can run on for a long time Run on for a long time Run on for a long time Sooner or later God'll cut you down Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Go tell that long tongue liar Go and tell that midnight rider Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down XS3 soon ceases his playing with a soft strum and sets his guitar down. XS3 rises from his bench and soon begins preparing himself for the main event. Not only does he have Danny Mainer watching his back and not only does he have his family, friends and fans rooting for him, XS3 likes to believe that somewhere, Johnny Cash himself is looking down on him and smiling.
Fade.(OOC Note: Whoever thinks this segment is pointless... Well, you may go ahead and proceed to kiss my ass.
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Post by The Senator on Feb 25, 2010 3:30:00 GMT -5
Segment: The Deal (Credit: Freeman)
There are no sounds in Samuel Hawthorne’s office besides that of his pen scratching against various paperwork that he is busily filling out. The silence, and solitude, allows him some time to lose himself in thought and reflect upon the recent events that had unfolded around him. Last week he had come close to wrestling in a match with the “Senator” Steve Phillips. How had he managed to get himself into THAT situation? He had come into this company intending to run a wrestling business…not to compete in the ring. He had found himself in quite the predicament however. At such short notice, it was hard to find an escape. It was hard to find some way out. He had found one at last, and it was the only way to go.
While at first Hawthorne was elated after he had witnessed Freeman dismantle the Senator in the middle of the ring, he had had time to reflect, and wondered now whether he had made the wrong decision. For he was now in Freeman’s debt, and he had made some big promises. Of course it wouldn’t be hard to give Freeman what he wanted, yet still something just didn’t seem right. He was unsettled for some reason, and he just was not sure why. He sighed to himself before finishing this particular piece of paperwork and putting it in a drawer by his right leg. All that mattered, he thought to himself, was that Phillips would not be coming for him again, and he had suffered for his ill choice to attempt to cross the boss. Just then Hawthorne jumps slightly as the door opens. Deep in thought, the sudden noise startles him, but he is not a man to be taken aback, and has quickly regained composure within milliseconds, and is left with just an annoyed look on his face. A look that suggests that he is very busy, and does NOT want to be interrupted. Slowly, in walks Jason Freeman.
Freeman: Well, hello...
Hawthorne: ...Hello.
Silence.
Freeman: …Well?
Hawthorne: Yes?
Freeman: You know the deal. You had a little problem you needed taken care of, did you not?
Hawthorne: I did...
Freeman: Well…I’ve come here to the arena tonight because it seems to me that your problem has been taken care of. Yes, thanks to me, Steve Phillips shall not be coming near you again. I have done a good job, have I not?
Hawthorne: You have...
Freeman: Well, then there is no reason for any more discussion. I've done my part, and you know the terms. You'll find I'm a very easy man to do business with. I ask for nothing more than what we discussed.
Hawthorne: Ah, yes…Of course. Take a seat.
Freeman slowly approaches, and sits in an empty chair right across from the Chairman.
Hawthorne: Now I’ve given thought to our agreement. Now, you know very well that you forced my hand. I did not have much choice in the matter. And I have been wondering about your---
Freeman: I must confess that I’m a bit puzzled.
Hawthorne seems a bit taken aback.
Hawthorne: Puzzled?
Freeman: I don't think it can get any more straightforward, and yet you seem slightly...hesitant.
Hawthorne: I am not hesitant, it’s just that I---
Freeman: Interesting that as soon as I finished your dirty work for you, you seemed quite enthusiastic. You even, as I remember, raised my arm. Funny that you couldn’t remove that smirk from your face, and yet now here we are, and suddenly you don’t seem so eager.
Hawthorne: Now, let’s not be ridiculous. It may be true that I have been giving our deal some thought, but if you suggest that I am hesitant, I---
Freeman: You what? Interesting. Is this how a man such as yourself has risen to this position? Through lies and broken promises? No. You aren’t one to do such a thing. Keeping that in mind, we both know that as much as you attempt to talk around it, you are going to follow through. What then is the point of discussion? There is no point of talking around it because you ARE going to do it.
Hawthorne remains frozen looking at the man sitting across from him, the tension in the room almost palpable, and suddenly he is filled with indignation and hatred. He realizes suddenly that Freeman’s eyes, while mostly blank, cannot hide their condescending. Deal or not, Hawthorne is the chairman of this company, and Freeman is just one of the superstars. He will not be talked to like this. Because he is the one who is in charge. Hawthorne has power, and he is not afraid of letting people know it, yet somehow Freeman’s very presence is dominating. From his tone to his word choice, Freeman simply seems in control at all times, and Hawthorne doesn’t like it. If there is one thing in this world that Hawthorne will never allow, it is for himself to be dominated. He holds the power at all times.
Hawthorne: Now I want you to listen to me, Jason Freeman. While Ginger may have run things a little differently when he nearly ran this company into the ground, I take a bit of an altered approach. You see, when you address me, you do so with respect. You did what you were asked, and I of course plan on following through with my payment, but if you continue to disrespect me things may change. For all that you may say, the deal has not been made official as of yet, and accuse me all you want but I will not hesitate to withdraw the payment I so generously agreed to give you. Now when you have decided to learn your place then this conversation can continue, but not a moment before. Do I make myself clear?
Freeman: Hmph. I haven’t come here to squabble with you. It's useless and wasteful. This is a matter of payment, not a chance for you to flaunt your power in my face.
Hawthorne FLAUNT MY POWER?!
Freeman: Well that IS what you are doing is it not?
Freeman remains calm, but Hawthorne realizes that he lost control of himself for a second. It was not what he had meant to do. He had tried to remain calm, but something about Freeman had just infuriated him. He could not stop his blood from boiling at the very sight of him. And yet Freeman so masterfully was avoiding any emotional display at all, and Hawthorne realized that in their unspoken battle, Freeman may have just scored a point. Well, perhaps he had…but however this conversation was going, Hawthorne knew that he had all the real power in the world. If Freeman wanted to play this game, then Hawthorne would simply have to change the rules. The very thought of what he can do, calms him down instantly, and when he speaks it is in a calm tone, very similar to the one Freeman has displayed throughout their discussion.
Hawthorne: So you want to see me flaunt my power?
He opens a desk drawer quickly, and bends over leafing through its contents. He is conscious that on the other side of the table, Freeman is regarding him, and waiting for him to finish whatever he may have decided to do. Hawthorne straightens up and pulls out what seems to be some sort of contract.
Hawthorne: Right now, I hold your career in my left hand.
There is a silence, as Freeman looks at Hawthorne with calculating eyes. Those eyes...Hawthorne hates them already.
Freeman: ...Alright, then. Fair enough. I see a problem has developed, and so we can stop debating, and we can stop arguing. In fact I won't say another word. No, no, I won’t have to. I am only here to see you do what you have pledged to do. I will not goad you in any way. My mouth is closed.
But those EYES aren't closed. And they won't close. Those eyes...the eyes of a hawk. That's what they remind Hawthorne of. A hawk. Or better yet...a vulture. Eyeing its prey, ready to strike. And something in the way he carried himself. An eternal confidence. Hawthorne shakes his head, and tries to stop those eyes from burning into his brain. He sees that it’s time to make a decision , and while he isn’t sure it’s the right choice, he reaches into a drawer and pulls out what seems to be another contract. It was no trouble to find it. He had after all been studying it quite intensely over the past week. Reading it over and over - trying to figure out if he was a fool for having it drawn up in the first place. And yet here it was. He sees that those infernal eyes across from him light up as soon as soon as it reaches the table. Hawthorne places the contract on the desk in front of him, and regards it, reading through it once more. He knows what it says of course...but he just can't bring himself to do what he knows he has to do. Once he finishes reading it through once more (And unsurprisingly, the contents have not changed from the last time he read it.) Still, he can’t bring himself to do it. Why not? That was the interesting question. It seems harmless enough. But somehow he has a bad feeling about it. Call it intuition. And to get as far in his career as Samuel Hawthorne had gotten, you sometimes need intuition. And the look in those eyes does not deter him from his unease. He picks up the pen...he brings out the point....but still he cannot bring it to the paper.He shakes his head slowly, lowers the pen, and signs his name, and instantly those eyes glow....they positively beam....And then the deed is done. It's official. His signature is there in ink...and when Freeman speaks, while it's in that same hard to distinguish tone...the satisfaction is unable to stop from creeping into his voice.
Freeman: It has been a pleasure doing business with you.
And he turns out and walks out of the office as silently as he came in. Hawthorne sits there watching as Freeman shuts the door behind him. Hawthorne turns his head down, and looks down at the contract before him. An ominous feeling fills his chest.
Why did he feel like he had just made a deal with the devil?
He realizes however, that that was a simple question.
Because he had.
Fade.
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Post by The Senator on Feb 25, 2010 3:32:39 GMT -5
This Warfare Has Also Been Presented ByA CRITICAL hit!
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Post by The Senator on Feb 25, 2010 3:33:14 GMT -5
DREAMS DO COME TRUE 2: SKIES SO BLUE, OVER TO YOU (The Hit) Danny Mainer/Thunder Trainer Deep inside Hong Kong, Mainer was sat on a little hidden natural ledge overlooking a big Hong Kong weapon compound with a seven story building in the centre and with a separate strut with a helipad on the top attaching at the third floor. Danny Mainer was atop this ledge with a Dragunov sniper rifle wearing a ghillie suit and was looking serious as balls. Train on the other hand was nowhere to be found but outside the front gates are some distinct looking hedge which were shaking more than they should. Danny pressed his fingers to his communications headset and began a conversation with the colonel as Train tried to find his way to the compound.Danny Mainer: ”Colonel, this is Agent Mainer here. I’m in position over looking the compound, armed and ready to take the shot but I warn you now. I’ve had no sleep because of fatass.”Thunder Train: Hello?! Is this thing working? Mainer! Stop calling me names dammit!Danny Mainer: ”Zip it, lardy. Colonel, do you copy?”The sound of muffled grunting could be heard as The Colonel made his presence known.Colonel Campbell: “Omnom... herlo?! Ahem, sorry. I was eating a burrito. Say, are you boys in position yet? I’m getting a little antsy here.” Danny Mainer: ”Yessiree. My rifle is loaded, I’ve got the perfect sight on the helipad and I’m ready to fire.”Thunder Train: But, do I have to wear this stupid costume? I look like a cheap gigolo! I deserve more than this. I'm the Train!Colonel Campbell: “That’s the look we want for you Train, simply put we want you to distract his security while Mainer takes the shot. Plus it’ll be hilarious and the test audience loved the idea so get your dancing shoes on and get out there Train, the fate of the world depends on it!” Danny Mainer: ”The fate of the world? Is he that important?”Colonel Campbell: “No but it keeps you two motivated and it means I get more screen time as I explain why he isn’t that important. See, the truth is-“ Danny Mainer: ”Look Colonel, ignoring your blatant camera whoring. I’ve had no sleep because of lard-ass over there. He spent all night in the hotel room watching Top Gun, Lethal Weapon, Speed and Die Hard as well as countless other cheesy action films giggling all night. You’re getting paid five billion dollars for this and you couldn’t have gotten us separate hotel rooms? My eyes are COMPLETELY bloodshot. I look like I’ve been raped!”Colonel Campbell: “Regardless, you have a job to do and if you don’t do it the General is going to light a fire under my ass. The Assassinations Bureau can’t take a failure, do you copy ?” Danny Mainer: ”Yes sir! Roger that sir.”Colonel Campbell: “Complete the mission, kill Nikolai Vasectomy and end this war—CHKT-ONCE AND FOR ALLLLLLL! Do it little Danny Mainer... DO ITTTTT.... OR your family will die. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Over and out.” Danny Mainer: ”Well that was weird. Huh Train? Train? Are you there?”A little awkward silence followed by more grunting could be heard down the microphone.Thunder Train: Ugh yeah, sorry. Trying to get this goddamn girdle on.Danny Mainer: ”You’re wearing a girdle? Jesus Christ! What the fuck is the costume?!”Thunder Train: You’ll see!Mainer looked through the barrel of his high power Dragunov sniper rifle at the helipad where Nikolai Vasectomy would soon be leaving after the deal having secured his weapons deal inside the building. A man had ran out to warm the helicopter up Mainer looked at the front gate and saw two men with MP5 machine guns, stone faced and with a “Take No Shit” attitude stood outside it.Danny Mainer: ”Alright Train... go for it.”Pressing his index fingers to the communications device inside his head, Mainer communicated his message to Train before staring at a hedge a few metres away from the entrance to the compound. Train sprung out dressed in full German polka dancer gear with the dungaries and the shorts and the hat and started yodling loudly as he ran towards the entrance. All of the guards aimed their guns at him but seeing the man dressed the way he was he clearly meant no harm. Train with a boombox in hand hit play and “Crank Dat” started to play through the speakers. The guards still watching were baffled as this enormous man, still yodling started to do the Soulja Boy dance before their very eyes. A crowd had gathered now and all local security was gathering around the funky giant.Danny Mainer: ”Keep it up Train, they’re loving the act.”Meanwhile, Mainer took a look back at the helipad and saw Nikolai Vasectomy standing on the edge of the helicopter himself watching with a smirk on his face as his private security forces were distracted. After watching for a few minutes he clambered into the cockpit. The pilot running around to the entrance door was then the perfect pray for Mainer who fired his rifle landing a lethal poison dart square in the ass of the pilot where he wouldn’t feel nor find it. The helicopter started to fly as Train continued to dance his little shoes off having now broken into some traditional German accordion music while dancing an extremely rapid and over-exaggerated “Cossack Dance” which the audience were eating up applauding wildly.Hong Kong Guard 1: “WE LOVE DAS DANCING MAN JA!” Hong Kong Guard 2: “HE IST VERY GOOD JA!” Hong Kong Guard 3: “I am a BIG fan of Danny Mainer! HARDEEHARDEEHAR!” The helicopter at first took off fairly successfully but as it flew out and away over a large lake it quickly nose-dived out of control and crashed into the face of several big ass mountains before hurtling into a giant lake and exploding in a big ball of flames assuring Nikolai’s death.Colonel Campbell; “Ahem, good work boys. Sorry about my craziness before, I was getting head off of one of those Asian girls. It was some intense shit, yo. Anyways, you two have completed the mission but the truth is this was only supposed to be a one man contract.” Danny Mainer: ”So? Five million payout. Surely...”Colonel Campbell: “I’m afraid it’s simply not that easy Agent Mainer. If our employer knows that I hired two agents when I said we’d only need one he’ll refuse to pay. We specifically hired a douchebag to do that just for the sake of this plotline.” Danny Mainer: ”So wait, this means...”Colonel Campbell: “That only one of you can get paid.” Thunder Train: WHAT?! No! That ain't fair! Call da ambulamps.Danny Mainer: ”Yeah well I killed him, surely I get the cash. Right?”Colonel Campbell: “You both contributed, without the other this mission would’ve been a total disaster. So, I’m going to speak to that Hawthorne guy and suggest you two duke it out in some kind of wrestling match. Thunder Train: Like a ladder match? I fucking own in those and I'm gigantic!Colonel Campbell: “A match where you have to physically get the case with the cheque in it in order to get the money, stored somewhere difficult to reach.” Thunder Train: You mean, like a ladder match?Colonel Campbell: “A match where hm, the money is stashed somewhere that is difficult to access with an opponent after you yet not impossible to get at and would require some kind of DIY implement in order to get the money.” Thunder Train: ....Like a ladder match?Colonel Campbell: “You’ll have to climb this implement to get the money and whoever can bring the briefcase containing the five million dollars down first would be the winner of the match and would get to keep the money. Hm, maybe, a LADDER you could climb. I’ll invent this match type and call it a LADDER match.” Thunder Train: Is my microphone broken? I just said that like three times, you’re an asshole.Danny Mainer: ”What about a scaffold match? That would be able to support Train’s fat ass.”Colonel Campbell: “A scaffold match? That’s a NOVEL idea. I very much likes the sound of it. Where would this scaffold be positioned?” Thunder Train: Over the wrestling ring?Danny Mainer: ”How about the top of the stage near the titan-tron?”Colonel Campbell: “That sounds PERFECT! Can we come up with some spunky name for it?” Thunder Train: Like a "Ladder Match"?Danny Mainer: ”How about the Skyrise Challenge, sir?”Colonel Campbell: “You read my mind, Danny. The Skryise Challenge it is.” Danny Mainer: ”Train are you still dancing?”Thunder Train: Yup, I HATE the Macarena. Fuck you guys for putting it on the mix tape. I’m sweating chocolate milk here!Hong Kong Guard 1: “Throw custard doughnuts at the fat man YA! HARDEEHARDEEHAAAAAR!” With that transmission being picked up through the communication system, both Mainer and Campbell share a hearty laugh as the squelching of custard doughnuts hitting Train at full speed can be heard.FADE
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Post by The Senator on Feb 25, 2010 3:34:10 GMT -5
Segment: I...DECLARE...FEUD-RUPTCY!!!! Which is a bad The Office reference, and an even worse segment title. (Credit: Freeman/Shadow) The camera fades in to Trace Birmingham and his manager Greg, who had both been shown previously on the run from Thiago Gracie. It seems that they have succeeded in throwing him off as they both stop running, and begin to gasp for breath.Trace: I…I…I th-th-think we lost him… Trace takes a moment to catch his breath, as does Greg next to him.Greg: What happened to being a tough guy? I thought you were going to knock him out? Trace: I…I have no problem with Gracie, ya know? Like…I don’t wanna hurt someone that I…don’t have a problem with! So…I had to run…before I…er…did something to him that I would regret! Greg: Ah…of course… Trace: Yeah, that’s right! Greg: … Trace: … Greg: … Trace: DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT GREG, OKAY?! Greg rolls his eyes and looks away, as Trace looks to the ground, finally seeming to have regained his composure. Suddenly Trace raises his eyes…Trace: Hey… Greg: What? But Trace isn’t looking at Greg.Trace: Hey! Greg: Who are you--- Trace: HEY!!!!!Trace marches forward, and Greg follows him…and suddenly the camera pans out to show…the ACW champion Dave Shadow walking down the hallway! The crowd instantly gives a huge pop for their champ, and Trace marches right up to Dave…the long awaited confrontation apparently finally here.Dave: Er…hey? Trace: YEAH THAT’S RIGHT! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?! Dave: …Um…yeah…of course! Well, not your name. But....I'm fairly certain I may have faced you once? Did I?Trace: DON’T PLAY DUMB WITH ME, OKAY? LOOK, I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOUR PROBLEM IS MR. DAVE SHADOW, BUT IF YOU WANT TO FEUD WITH ME THEN I SAY BRING IT OOOOON!! Dave: Wait, what? Feu.....Oh, I see. No....wait, what?Trace: Don’t think I don’t know your DIABOLOROUS PLANS! Like when you told everyone my real name – Trance Armstrong! Dave: But, I---Trace: And the time you didn’t let me into the arena because you told the SECURITY my real name. AND when you were spying on my phone, AND WHEN YOU TRIED TO KILL ME BY DROPPING THE CEILING ON MY HEAD! Needless to say, Dave Shadow is quite taken aback. So much, in fact, he can’t even think of what to say.Trace: LOOK DAVE! I know you’re scared that I’ll take your championship and then I became a tough guy and probably intibidated half of the whole locker room and stuff, but like…I want our feud to end! So I’ll give you ONE CHANCE TO END THIS NOW. Trace sticks his hand out towards a bewildered Dave Shadow, who merely glances at it, this being one of the most bizarre experiences he’s had in ACW.Dave: Look, Trance, I think I might have missed something important here. There seems to have been some events or occurances that I'm not 100% up to date on....Trace: OH NO SHAKE, HUH?! I didn’t wanna do this ya know, but…YOU’RE ON! Dave: I’m…on? On what? Trace: Duh, man! Our feud-ending pay-per-view match for the championship! You wanna do it we’ll do it! This Sunday Shadow, your title is MINE! Dave: Er, as…interesting…as your preposition is, I’ve already got a Ragnarok match…Trace: Oh…you do? Dave: …Yes.Trace: Dave waits to see if Trace has anything else to say…Trace: … Dave: …Apparently not.Dave: Well, then…um…if that’s all, then I suppose I’ll be going. Dave gives him another confused look before beginning to walk on, until…Trace: Against who? Dave: What?Trace: WHO YOU FACING AT RAGNAROK THAT’S MORE IMPORTANT THAN ME?! Dave: Well…five people actually.Trace: WHAT?! FIVE PEOPLE?! YOU’RE FEUDING WITH FIVE PEOPLE AND ME? Oh, I see. One of those "Feud with EVERYBODY in the company" people are ya? Just got problems with EVERYONE, huh? Do you try to kill THEM too? Huh? Greg: Trace, maybe you should calm down. Trace: NO WAY! THIS GUY TRIES TO KILL PEOPLE AND SPIES ON THEM BUT THE CROWD LIKES HIM AND I...I HAVE T-SHIRTS, AND BECOME A TOUGH GUY, AND THESE FANS DON’T EVEN CHEER ME. THIS ISN’T FAIR, GREG! This alone seems to be the root of Trace's anger right now, as he is acting more aggressive then has ever been shown before, though Dave seems more confused than anything.Dave: Look, I’m not sure what you’re talking about with this spying thing, but---Trace: WE’RE NOT THROUGH DAVE! I TRIED TO BE MR. NICE PERSON BUT YOU HAVE TAKEN THIS TO THE NEXT LEVEL THING. NOW JUST YOU WAIT, I’m STRIKING BACK. THAT’S RIGHT, TRACE BIRMINGHAM …TOUGH GUY…IS ENTERING THE FEUD! Dave: Er…ok…Trace: …so how do I like…you know…make this feud thing official? Greg: I’m pretty sure there’s no process behind--- Trace: SHUT UP, GREG! How do I like…do I sign something? Do I have to tell Hawthorne or something? Well…I’ll just declare it. He turns to the camera and yells into it.Trace: AS OF NOW, DAVE SHADOW AND TRACE BIRMINGHAM ARE FEUDING! Greg: I thought you said you already were? Trace: Well, before HE was feuding with me! I wasn’t feuding with him! But now it’s mutualistic and so I am in my first official feud! Awesome! So like…what happens now? Ooh…ok…I need to strike back, so after you defend your title at Ragnarok, I’m gonna come out and like…beat you up and stuff. With a chair…ok?! Dave: No?Trace: Darn. Well, then--- Greg: Trace… Trace: SHUT UP GREG! GOD, IM TRYING TO FEUD WITH SOMEONE HERE! Greg: But Trace… Trace: I SAID--- Greg: TRACE LOOK OVER THERE! Trace does only to see a very angry Thiago Gracie charging down the hallway, finally having found Trace…Trace takes one look and his eyes widen.Trace: AH!!!!!! Just you wait Dave, THIS ISNT OVER! And just like that Trace and Greg bolt, as Thiago speeds past, looking to see which way they went. Dave shifts his eyes, and as Thiago turns towards Dave, Dave shrugs and points in the direction that Trace ran in…Thiago bolts off as fast as he came, not a word being said. Dave looks off into the distance with a puzzled look on his face, before walking forward again, sighing. Ah, the life of a world champion. It can be quite crazy sometimes.Dave: I really do worry about this company sometimes. I really do.And it is then that he passes the office of Samuel Hawthorne, as the door opens, and Dave stops.
Out from the door comes Jason Freeman.
The two men pause, meeting eyes, and there is a long silence. The crowd boos at the appearance of Freeman, but there are some scattered cheers at the confrontation. Anybody with a good memory knows that before Freeman’s disappearance it was Dave Shadow himself that he had many an altercation with, starting with Freeman weaseling his way into Dave Shadow’s International Championship defense. In fact, Freeman’s final match before his disappearance was a loss in a brutal match with Shadow. It was Dave who cost Freeman his Emperor of the Ring tournament match - a tournament Dave went on to win. Now, Dave is not the International Champion, but the World Champion…and surely this fact has not been lost on Jason Freeman.Freeman: … There seems to be a certain ominous gleam in Freeman’s eye…before he walks on, never saying a word. Dave watches him go. "Just what I need", Dave thinks to himself. "Yet another man with a vandetta against me". Dave sighs and walks on as we fade to black again.
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Post by The Senator on Feb 25, 2010 3:34:42 GMT -5
*We open the scene inside of the locker room of The Renaissance where we see Dave Shadow and Edmund Child, the publicist and agent who talked to Dave last week. Dave is upset about something and as TJ opens the door, the two
look at him. Edmund coughs and picks up his bags and shakes Dave’s hand.* Child: We’ll be in touch.*Child walks up to TJ.* Child: Hi, names Edmund Child. I hear you need an agent and publicist, like your pal Dave. Here’s my card, call me when you need me. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I won’t. *Edmund leaves the room and TJ shakes his head. He closes the door and sees about 5 columns of boxes stacked up to TJ’s nose.* The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I’m guessing those are the new shirts? Dave: Yeah, apparently Edmund brought them in for us.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ See, I was in a good mood before I saw him and he offered me his services. Dave: Why’s that? Because Red accepted your challenge?The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No, I shut Chris up, which is nearly impossible to do without shoving your fist down his throat. *Dave lets out a laugh, but the look on his face suggests he isn’t too happy.* The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Are you alright Dave? Dave: Of course!The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Dave, you’re not ok. Either it’s this match you wanted or this arresting. Dave: Dude, please let me explain....The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ It’s alright, you might not know this, but I, myself, am a convict. Dave: And you say that proudly?The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No, I say it with a bunch of shame. I’m not happy with what happened, but it happened. Dave: Wanna talk about it?The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Guy disrespected my sister, you know the whole, your sister’s hot, I’d fucked her in that tight- Dave: HEY! THE KIDS!The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Right. So, I threw the guy through two walls. Got arrested, spent 5 years because I was a douche and got in a fight every day. I’m not happy with it, but it happened. I accept that I did those actions and I paid the time. Nothing I can do now but move on. Dave:I guess you’re right. But welcome to the club big guy.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Which one? Dave: ACW Championship Club The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ But it’s only me and you. Dave:So it's an elite club! Besides, better than just me. Since you took the title off Criminal, at least SLA don't have it any more.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yeah. So what are you doing about SLA? Dave: The same thing we always have done; me and Kiss fight. You get my back, his people get his back, Chris gets involved and a brawl ensues. What else is new?The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I got this title that’s what’s new. So, Dave when are you and me going out to celebrate my first ACW title. Dave: Soon. but not until I defend this title.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yeah, but by then there’s a chance I won’t have the title to celebrate with. Dave:Doubt already, champ? You regretting challenging Red?The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Rojo? Not regretting it. But I know he could beat me. I have to be on top of my game if I want to win. Not like last week against Mainer. Dave: That kind of loss is tough.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Rather it be a tough loss to Mainer than one to Siano or Rena or even Kiss. Dave:Wwwwwhoa there! Going after The General already?The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No, I’m just saying. He’s on our side, even though he wants to do it alone, he’s on our side. I’d rather lose to someone who is on our side than to the enemy. Dave:Yea, but a loss is a loss TJ, no such thing as a moral victory.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ So are you telling me that if it was me and you going against Siano and Kiss, and I broke Kiss’ spine, that wouldn’t be a moral victory even if we lost. Dave:Yeah, sounds about right. Also sounds fun....The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You are crazy, it’s confirmed. I mean it was rumored after this whole 6 man title match you called for, but that doesn’t make sense. If we take out the leader but lose to one of his followers, it’s a moral victory. Dave: Champ, sometimes you've got to look at the bigger picture. Sometimes you've got to lose the minor battles to win the major war. That sounds negative, but it is a war we are entering into. And with what Hawthorne told me earlier this evening, it appears as if I really do have to worry about the war. Don't worry though. I have their numbers, and I'm confident I'll retain.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Well that’ll make both of us walking out of Ragnorak with our titles. We’ll I gotta go, I have some, eh, “business” to take care of, you if you get what I’m saying. Dave: Do your thing man. I’ll see you later.*TJ and Dave shake hands and TJ opens the door and begins to walk out.* Dave: Wait.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea? Dave:Take a box, shill some merch when you're out there!The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Alright. *TJ picks up a box, puts it on his shoulder, bids farewell to Dave and leaves the room. He closes the door behind him. A second later, we heard something fall.* The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ MY FUCKING FOOT! GOD DAMN T-SHIRTS! ARGH!!
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Post by The Senator on Feb 25, 2010 3:35:24 GMT -5
Segment: There Will be Blood (Credit: Scorpion)
Suddenly, the screen flickers come to life and shows a unique image. A camera walks toward a large, open cave deep in a grove of trees, seemingly cut off from the rest of the world. The cameraman walks inside and immediately notices a distinct hue of light, which leads to him panning to the right. There sits the unmistakable figure of The Scorpion, calmly resting against the cold stone wall. The camera immediately shakes a bit from nervousness, but eventually zooms in slightly and focuses on nothing but the strange man sitting on the ground.
His breathing begins to echo off the stone walls of his surroundings with his continued strong breaths. Sitting solemn and quiet in the small cave, the dark one prays passionately to his father in an attempt to further solidify his universally acknowledged reverence. In the same surroundings in which Gabriel descended to speak to the prophet Mohammed, The Scorpion sits in Gabriel’s place, as if he has vanquished the guardian archangel. On this night he shall not grant enlightenment however, but instead he receives it. It is the purpose of a messenger to enlighten, however he must have his way illuminated by the lord first. For this reason the young one sits patiently, ready to accept any command dictated by the divine being he so diligently serves. Upon receiving the order he shall execute it, a flawless transition of mechanical perfection.
With this order seemingly received, The Scorpion calmly rises to his feet and walks further back into the cave, not even so much as glancing towards the camera. He continues on past a torch, the source of the cave’s light under the nighttime sky. As he continues to walk further toward the back of the cave, it becomes obvious that The Scorpion is more focused than ever, his cold eyes deadlocked on his destination, his demeanor never once changing for the duration of his trek. He is aware of the imperativeness of his allotted time, for he knows that each second spent not preparing is an improper use. However, his desired action must be undertaken if the world of the lord is to be truly understood by the pagan masses. As decreed by divine law it is his responsibility to sacrifice so that the planet may once again know the feeling of purity. Eventually, he passes a second torch and soon arrives at the very back of the cave.
Once at his destination, The Scorpion casually walks forward and picks up the apparent objective of his walk, a well maintained copy of the Holy Bible that has become oh so familiar to followers of the manifested faith known as Christianity. While holding it in his hands, The Scorpion slowly gazes down at it with an expressionless face, silently asking the question he has asked so many times before: how can this earthly object in the possibly garner more attention and respect than the holy word of god himself?
As he continues to hold the book, The Scorpion looks around slowly and views the other content of the cave, that being a long, finely polished sword. The Scorpion casually ignores the seemingly random placement of the sword and instead refocuses his attention on the Bible in his hands. He lifts it to his face and keeps it at eye level, gazing slowly at it, remember all that his lord and savior has shown him in the regular messages. As the thoughts flow through his mind, the dark soul actually cracks a half-smile, as he knows that the book in his hands merely foretells of the victory of his father. After all, the book speaks of paradise restored, of a world free of sin and impurity. Such a world can only exist devoid of the sinful nature of the human race; therefore the empowerment of the enemy is actually a proclamation of its demise. Fate is truly a harsh mistress, for the ignorant sheep will not realize this irony until it is too late.
As the thoughts cease, The Scorpion drops the Bible to the ground and picks up the sword. Its finely polished metal gleaming in the light from the torch, The Scorpion stands solemnly and quietly stares at it, almost as if in awe from its magnificence. He continues to gaze at the sword in his hands as he slowly presses his back against the cave wall and slides down to a seated position. Once there, he sits Indian-style again and lays the sword across his lap, being sure not to cut his shirtless torso in the process. He softly runs his gloved fingers over the sword, being sure not to mar its beauty with his fingerprints. In his hands rests the very weapon that has slaughtered the spirits and will soon destroy the flesh. Illuminated by the seraphic radiance the sword becomes more than a weapon however, it becomes a beacon of light that shall guide the world down the path to paradise.
He continues to gaze at the sword, noting the reflection of his cold and lifeless eyes in the polished metal. However he sees not a reflection of his own physical anatomy, but instead a glimpse of a pure soul plotting his course of action. He thinks not of himself, but his enemies. Not of rewards, but sacrifice. He worries not about his lord in the skies above, for his will is absolute and cannot be challenged. Instead he envisions his current enemy Mr. Red, of how his end shall come swift and without mercy. By decree of the divine will he has been allowed the capacity to contaminate for too long and therefore must be removed. So it is commanded and so it is done. This is the reality of life on this planet, it is a timed existence that expires whenever the higher powers see fit. It is now that the divine will wishes to begin the process of resurrection; therefore the precious time allotted to the human race is almost up.
The Scorpion now takes the sword tightly in his gloved right hand and rises back to his feet. Once there, he walks over to where the Bible lies and uses his free hand to pick it up as well. Holding both objects in his hands, The Scorpion slowly walks back over to the nearest torch and sits both items down in front of it. His demeanor has changed, his previously relaxed face now stoic with determination, his being obviously operating under direct command of the lord above. He quickly looks upward at the ceiling of the cave, however it is obvious that his target is not the stone of the cavern but instead the light of the stars. He sighs softly and closes his eyes for a mere moment, as if willing his resolve to take the actions he has been commanded to take by the divine will. He runs his hand through his wavy black hair now, for some reason paying particular attention to his forehead before once again focuses upon the objects in front of him.
With the bizarre actions completed, The Scorpion seemingly proves his complete insanity as he picks up the sharp sword and proceeds to quickly slide it across his own forehead! He winces in severe pain from the metal, immediately dropping the sword back to the floor as he clinches his fists and tries to fight the pain. The blood flows freely from his forehead, spewing out from the open wound to the cave floor below, some of the blood landing on the sword, yet not once does The Scorpion utter a single sound indicative of pain. The camera begins shaking from the nervousness of the cameraman as The Scorpion continues to silently spew blood from his head and actually speaks during his torment.
The Scorpion: Through the pain the serenity shall grow. He who suffers physically shall find sanctity among the spirits. Streaming tears of blood, I continue to fight in the name of divine law. Through the blood I shall persevere and stand victorious. “Not with the blood of goats and calves, but with His own blood He entered the Most Holy Place once for all, having obtained eternal redemption.” Hebrews 9:12.
The Scorpion concludes his bizarre message and calmly picks up the blade once again, staring at the droplets of blood marring the natural beauty of the blade’s gleam. He once again gazes at his reflection in the still-clean parts of the sword and begins to once again descend into his strange world of prayers and visions. While he continues to look at the blade without so much as a single sound, the camera slowly fades to black…
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Post by The Senator on Feb 25, 2010 3:35:46 GMT -5
Micheal Smart vs. Jack JeffersonChris PhenomenalBoth men made their way down to the ring, focused on the match at hand. The two squared off and engaged in a collar and elbow tie up. Jefferson tried to overpower Smart into the corner, but Michael ducked down and took the back of Jefferson. Smart tried to German Jack, but he tucked the foot behind Michael and blocked the suplex before firing a rear elbow that caught Smart write in the skull. Jack reached up and quickly took Michael too the canvas with a neck breaker for a count of one. Jack got to his feet and stomped Smart once before he pulled him to his feet and flung him into the far corner. Three devastating shoulder blocks left Smart gasping for breath, Jack picks Smart up out of the corner and walks out before planting him with a side slam spine buster that garnered a two count. Jefferson kept control for the next few minutes with his un-orthodox style of offense, putting Smart on his heels. After taking Smart down with a double underhook backbreaker, Jack backed up looking ready to hit the Running Knee, neck breaker combo as Smart rolled but when he attacked Smart dug deep, resorting to a veteran move and dropping out and ducking the move as Jefferson stumbled off balance. Smart got to his feet and kicked Jack in the back of the head stunning him then hit the ropes delivering a thunderous knee on his return that levelled Jack. Not slowing down Michael continued through and hit the ropes before coming back off and hitting Jefferson with a big senton and hooked the leg for a two count. Michael got to his feet not appearing flustered in the least, on the contrary immensely focused. Smart was in control of the match and picked up Jack with a fistful of damp locks and fired a stiff right jab, then a left jab, before coming with a knee to the midsection and hit the ropes looking for the Roar of the Michael but Jack ducked it and as Michael came off the ropes on the rebound Jack took him for a ride with a Manhattan drop. As Smart recovered Jack hit the ropes and then connected with a vicious rolling elbow that took the head off of Michael Smart…or so it appeared, instead Smart ducked it, took down Jefferson with a double leg takedown and locked in a Smartshooter. Jack tried to fight it off but in the end he had to tap, succumbing to the vicious hold of Michael Smart. Winner: Michael Smart [/quote]
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Post by The Senator on Feb 25, 2010 3:37:32 GMT -5
It's been a Rough Week By Dave Shadow As we cut backstage, we find Charlotte King standing in front of the ACW interviewing area, microphone in hand.
As ever, she looks the personification of professionalism and beauty at the same time, and as she begins to talk, a silence befalls the ACW arena.
Charlotte King: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time...the ACW World Champion, Dave Shadow! As the camera pans back to reveal Dave standing beside her, ghost white hair brushed to perfection, the World Championship over his shoulder, the crowd out in the arena let out a big cheer. Although some “smart” fans attempt to get an “SLA” chant going out in the arena, a far bigger “ACW” one drowns it out. This, of course, puts a massive big smile on Dave’s face. Regardless, the champ doesn’t appear to be his usual bouncy self. Behind his smile is a look of concern and annoyance.
King: Dave, you actually requested this time to discuss some news which broke over the weekend. The news that, following an incident at a bar, you were arrested and subsequently bailed out. Dave puts his hands on his hips, and sighs deeply.
Dave: Yeah, thanks King. Listen, I read the news as it appeared on TMZ and all those other various news sites. But I want to state, right now, that I most certainly was not arrested at any stage. Truth be told, I’ve never been arrested, I’ve never been in a jail cell, and I most certainly resent the implications on the rumours going around.King: Well, according to one report, you took a drunken swing at a bar tender and initiated a fight which saw several people get injured. Dave: See, that right there shows how false this story is. Anyone who knows me also knows that I don’t drink alcohol, so there was no way in hell I was drunk, let alone in such a state that I’d initiate a bar fight. But I can see why the news sites might run with stories like that. I’m Irish. I’m a wrestler. So, ergo, I must be a drunken brawler. But that’s just not who I am. King: But what about the mug shot picture? Dave: That’s not me. I don’t know who it is. Someone who looks identical to me, obviously.
Maybe it’s a really, really good impersonator. Regardless, I’ve never had such a photo taken of me....As Dave finishes his sentence, his eyes move to look at something off screen. He sighs and his brow furrows; the camera pans back a little more to reveal another man standing opposite him. It is the same man who made advances towards Dave last week in an effort to sign him as a client. Edmund Child. Publicist. Agent. And all round slime ball.
Child has a massive smile on his face, as King looks back and forth between the two men. Dave talks without looking at her.
Dave: King, we can finish this up later.King looks once more at the two men and steps out of the camera shot. Dave and Edmund Child now stand in front of each other. Child is not a pro wrestler so isn’t the biggest of guys. Neither is Dave, granted. But with these two beside each other, Dave looks like a giant.
Dave: Please tell me you didn’t have something to do with that fake news story which leaked?Child: Story? What story? Oh, you mean the one about you getting arrested. I did see something about that, Dave. Shocking stuff. Of course, I know it’s not true as well. But you know those blood hungry journalists. They love a great story.Dave: Yeah, well excuse me if I decide to put the fact I was publically humiliated ahead of their love of a “great story”.Child: Yes, well....I could point out that had you taken me up on my offer last week, then perhaps a story like this would never have broken.Dave’s eyes widen slightly, as he looks at Child. He takes a step forward, as Child puts his hand up to stop him.
Child: Wait, that came out wrong. I don’t mean to sound like I am trying to blackmail you. I am certainly not implying that it was I who leaked the story. Rather, my job...my services would prevent such a story being leaked. As I explained last week, I would manage the publicity that you receive, both positive and negative. I would be able to sort through the lies and the truth, and issue press statements accordingly.Dave: All for a small cut of my wages, no doubt?Child: No one worth their value works for free, my dear boy. Dave is obviously trying his very best to remain calm, but Child has ignited some flames within his eyes. Dave sighs heavily, folds his arms and eyes Child up and down.
Dave: Now, listen here you rat. I know I’ve got no proof other than your word. And I know I’ve not talked to you all that often. So I can’t judge whether this would be something you would do or not. But read my lips. If I find out that you have been letting out fake stories like this one to....I don’t know. Prove a point? Blackmail me into signing up with you? Regardless, I don’t take kindly to threats and I don’t take kindly to people going around and spreading lies about me.Child: I understand Dave, I really do. And let me say that I certainly don’t want you to consider signing as my client when you are under such duress. So what I am going to do is give you my card again...Child reaches into his pocket and takes out his business card, holding it out for Dave to take. The champ looks at it but has no intentions of taking it. After leaving it out for a few seconds, Child let’s a small smile crack across his face again. He sighs and puts the card back into his pocket, shaking his head.
Child: You can deny my advances all you want, Dave Shadow. But sooner or later, you’re going to realise having me on your side as an ally is much better than having me as an enemy. And for your sake, I do hope it is sooner rather than later.And with that, Edmund Child walks off again, moving past Dave. Dave stands staring straight ahead for a few moments, so annoyed that he doesn’t even want to see where Child is going. After a few moments though, he does turn rough; Child is gone. Out of sight, but certainly not out of mind.
Charlotte King has been watching the exchange from nearby, and as Child moves away, she walks back up to Dave, a look of concern on her face.
King: You ok? Dave: I’ll live. You know, between the whole SLA stuff and everyone out to get my title, the last thing I need right now is another enemy attacking from another side.Dave sighs and rubs his eyes, as the screen fades to blank. Just how big a threat Child is to Shadow has yet to be seen or fully confirmed, but Dave has long since learned not to underestimate people.
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Post by The Senator on Feb 25, 2010 3:38:36 GMT -5
CONFLICT Danny Mainer/Thunderkiss The scene started with Thunderkiss casually waltzing across a corridor as he went to prepare for his tag team main event match later that night. Though Siano was not in tow, he knew he’d have The Playboy in his corner in his conquest against two men that he’s beaten and destroyed time and time again in the past. Danny Mainer and XS3 respectively, had suffered heinous crimes at the hands of Thunderkiss in their storied careers and now it was a time to put up or shut up. Sleazy and Eazy would go face to face with the less than stable alliance of XS3 VS Danny Mainer, two men who had conflicted on various different points over the years.
Thunderkiss stopped to grab a quick Pepsi from a drinks machine but his attention was diverted by the sound of a man’s voice heckling him from afar. It was a voice he knew well and if all went to plan, it’d be a voice screaming it’s prayers before death in the ring tonight. Hello Danny Mainer. He was wearing aviators and a white silk shirt.Danny Mainer: ”HEY, fatass! Over here you big dumb prick!”Thunderkiss: That’s no way to speak to a gentleman who’s biceps are about eight times the size of your head. A man who has full intention to stomp you into a disgusting paste in the turnbuckle into tonight's tag match.Danny Mainer: ”And that’s no way to speak to the man who has absolutely NOTHING standing between me and kicking your pasty needle-hole riddled asscheeks from here to Tokyo. You'd better hope to God you can walk the line because I'm going to blend your face in that ring.”Thunderkiss: That’s a completely unfair comment to make Mainer, besides, if you were so confident about that why don’t you have this title over your shoulder?Danny Mainer: ”Because you and your bitch friend Train SCREWED me. Kiss, every day you get out of your bed in Outer Heaven or in whatever sty you’re living in these days you are waking up on borrowed time. I WILL beat you tonight.”Thunderkiss: Listen, Danny. If you don’t turn up tonight and let me and Siano-Danny Mainer: ”Siano and I.”Thunderkiss had to resist the temptation to slap Mainer right in the chops for daring to correct the God of Thunder’s grammatical abilities.Thunderkiss: Siano and I dismantle Irvine alone, you’ll most certainly be out of dodge from me compacting your GOOD arm this time. Understood?Danny Mainer: ”Y’know Kiss, you talk a good game. Yes. Oh yes indeed but the fact you and I both share one common factor. We don’t learn from our mistakes. Yeah you may have pulled my arm out of its socket but you DIDN’T manage to ruin my career. I’m still here, fighting hard and eventually I’m going to surpass you. Each mistake makes me stronger, maybe not physically but maybe if I get in touch with Wilcox he’ll be able to hook me up with something.”Thunderkiss ignored the steroid jabs and simply smirked at Mainer’s cocky attitude.Thunderkiss: You are out of your league Mainer, you’re a teensie tiny little fish in a MASSIVE ocean and I’m the shark that has scrubs like you in the thousands as a mid-afternoon snack.Danny Mainer: ”Whale, more like.”Thunderkiss: Where are all these fat jokes coming from Mainer? Last week I heard you mention something about a GPS to TJ, you're always picking on Train for his weight and now you're focusing on me? Are you suppressing some of horrifying childhood memories? Did the reverend run his gnarled old fingers over your chubby ass cheeks before slipping a well lubed finger so far up your rectum that he could use you like a finger puppet? Oh I didn’t forget about Danny Fatassterson, people don't forget stuff like that. Kids can be cruel, huh Mainer? Oh, oh don't worry Danny, I understand your strifes. It’s a hard life to live for people like you but what you need to learn is that no amount of training or crying to Hawthorne is going to make you better than me. I’m BIGGER than you, BETTER than you and STRONGER than you and nothing is going to change that.Danny Mainer: ”Just you wait Aiden, just you wait. I’m going to slap you so hard your face will blister. Tonight in that ring I- what the Hell are you doing?”Thunderkiss reached forward and took Mainer’s sunglasses before flipping them around and putting them on himself. TK put on the cheesiest grin for the camera possible and struck a pose before replying to Mainer.Thunderkiss: These sunglasses look better on me than they do on you so I’m taking them. HAHA, I look like Chips! CHIPS!Danny Mainer: ”You DICK, give me those back.”Thunderkiss Alright there pipsqueak. I’ve got a match to win. I trust I’ll see you stay back behind the curtain like a good boy huh? Talk to you later Danny and thanks for these pimp shades! I look RAD!Danny Mainer: ”GO DIE KISS! Go die! I’ll fist you ‘til you DIE you fucking SHITFUCK!”Mainer turned and kicked a trash can over in sheer fury as the screen started to fade to black leaving a frustrated Mainer waiting for the match ahead. He stormed off camera, a little embarrassed and very angry as the scene came to a close.FADE
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Post by The Senator on Feb 25, 2010 3:38:59 GMT -5
ENTRANCES: Danny Mainer & XS3: Both men made separate entrances, with Danny Mainer coming out first to the sound of “Cherry Cola” by The Eagles of Death Metal. He got a pretty big pop from half the side but the SLA and Kiss die-hards gave him Hell and “Faggot” chants emerged. When “Hail Destroyer” by Cancer Bats hit the sound system XS3 got it just as bad from the die-hards though he did high-five anyone wearing an XS3 or ACW t-shirt (suicide in this venue, mind) and when he got into the ring XS3 and Mainer discussed strategy. They figured the best course of action would be to let Mainer go first which is something Danny was cool with. Sleazy & Eazy: When “God of Thunder” by Kiss the ACW fans were literally drowned out from the die-hard support to their hero Thunderkiss who marched out of the curtain with Siano in tow. He bathed in the adoration of his fans, laughing to his hearts content as Siano tried to get some of his own time in the spotlight, smirking at various different cameras and posing for the fans to take pictures. Siano did a little dancing strut down the entrance ring as Thunderkiss did the slowest walk ever, making sure to take in absolutely every second of this riotous noise which prompted the Kiss Army to go even louder still. This of course, was what Kiss was all about. Kiss automatically took his place on the apron not even discussing strategy with Siano, presumably either they already had it figured out or Kiss wanted to glory-hog some more. Siano didn’t object though. THE MATCH Starting the match, Mainer and Siano would square off against each other having a big stare-down and mouth off contest in the centre of the ring. Mainer spread his arms taunting his opponent by saying that his shaved chest is more attractive than his and that’s when Siano lunged with a knife edge chop. He quickly took control with some more follow up strikes before nailing him straight in the face with a clubbing fore-arm. This was carried on with a big ass scoop slam which dropped the two-time International Champion square on the base of his spine. Followed quickly with a leg drop, Mainer was nailed hard as Siano went for a pin. Mainer kicked out and started back his own offence with several flash kicks and a big hurricanrana sending Siano hurtling into a stood up position in XS3’s corner. Siano would stagger out of X’s corner into Mainer who would simply dropkick him straight back into it. Tagging in Big X, Mainer and Siano proceeded to double team “The Playboy” by X scoop slamming him onto the oustretched knee of Danny. XS3 taking control would lifting Siano off the ground and whipping him into the ropes only to plant him into the ground with a spinning back kick straight to the chest. Big Kiss watched nonchalantly from the sidelines as XS3 then dropped his Sleazy and Eazy partner with the Closing Moment slamming him straight to the mat with authority. XS3 then pointed to Thunderkiss to make a statement before lifting Siano off the ground and slinging him over his shoulder. Stalling and making a point he stared directly at Kiss then pointed at him as Siano lay helpess atop his shoulder but some struggling and a good ol’ fashioned elbow to the face allowed Siano to slip off the back and plant a big dropkick into XS3’s back. X stumbled into Thunderkiss who’s outstretched fingers jammed into both of X’s eyes. Siano went for a roll-up as a result but was only able to score a 2-count. Siano took control, wearing down his much larger opponent from this point on with some fantastic chain wrestling including various wrist locks, headlocks and even managed to take him down to the ground on a few occasions. Siano with the snapmare laid out XS3 on the floor before laying into him with some brutish stamps to the chest. In a bold display of confidence, Siano then grabbed XS3’s ankle and dragged him to the other side of the ring to Mainer’s corner before walking back to his own and tagging in Thunderkiss. Thunderkiss with a little reluctance climbed into the ring as XS3 slowly it to his feet and the crowd started to go absolutely ballistic for this long awaited clash. Mainer instinctively walked to the centre of the apron to buy X a little more time. ”HEY FATASS!” Mainer could be heard heckling TK who shot him a look to kill. Siano, simply standing by the ropes but not yet having gotten out of the ring yet was beckoned over by Kiss. Siano with an inquisitive look on his face was confused as all Hell when Kiss lifted him over his head Heaven’s Door style before launching him at Mainer within the flash of a second. Siano soared through the air and caught Mainer in the cross body crashing into him like lightning and taking both men to the floor making a boom as they collided with the concrete. XS3 was up now and soon the two were exchanging huge right hands as the crowd ate up this new battle that was taking place. Kiss at first seemed to be taking control of this battle with his hard and heavy right hand with all his muscle thrown into the shot but a quick throat jab from XS3 sent TK staggering. XS3 sprinted backwards and then leapt at TK with a big forearm sending him stumbling into the centre of the ring before bouncing off in a different direction. As he returned, he shot forth thunder and LAUNCHED into a MASSIVE Shadowstep with the intent of ripping directly through the centre of Kiss but this was too his advantage as well as downfall as Kiss countered into a headspiking DDT leaving both men battered on the floor. TK tried to drop his opponent with the Box Office Smash but it merely brought XS3 down to one knee. XS3 fired back up with a jab straight between the eyes as a return gift. Mainer and Siano back in their corners after much deliberation as TK and XS3 continued to duke it out with big punches. XS3 attempted to suplex the former world champion but this simply was not to be. TK returned and returned hard by lifting up his Canadian opponent for another Heaven’s Door! This time though, XS3 slid down the back and as Kiss swirled around he was punched square between the eyes. XS3 realizing not to let his war with Kiss get too bloody ran to tag in Mainer and Kiss as a result tagged in Siano to further infuriate the tiny man with his inability to get at him. Mainer and Siano once again in the ring, Siano went to set up with the Picture Perfect Dropkick but the nefarious Thunderkiss held Mainer back up against the ropes. The referee wasn’t too keen on this and started to demand he let Mainer go as Siano took a moment to recover. It seemed like TK would never let go until his footing was yanked out from underneath by XS3 and his face was dropped onto the apron.TK and XS3 quickly resumed their brawl outside of the ring as Mainer stumbled forward into Siano who just about ripped his head off with a Superkick just to prove a point. Siano quickly went for the cover but only got a 2-count. Siano fumed and followed this up with a Bionic Elbow and then a Powerslam which again somehow only got a 2-count. Siano then climbed the top rope looking to seal the deal with the Big Finish but as he climbed the apron Mainer bounded up to his feet and dragged Siano off the turnbuckle for the Royal Flush. Somehow, someway Siano slid down off the back and twisted Mainer around and leapt up ready for the Electric Slide but Mainer pulled back and Siano landed on his ass. Mainer ran back to the corner he was just waiting in and made the X gesture over his head yelling I’MA FIRIN’ MAH LAZEEEER!” before leaping forward and nailing Siano with the Flatliner Muay Thai knee straight to the face. Siano no doubt having some teeth knocked loose was dazed as Mainer quickly climbed the top rope and leapt off for the Double Down but Siano jutted his leg up and slammed his heel right into Mainer’s jaw. Mainer bounced and wobbled back into the corner as Siano bounded to his feet, adrenaline coursing through his body as he charged at Mainer. Mainer threw his whole body up and lunged a boot of his own square into the face of Siano who staggered back, moaning in agony about his face as Mainer screamed ”HUH?!” Mainer then ran forward and got a fantastic vertical leap as he finished the job on Siano with The Straight Flush hitting the knee clean. One.
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Three.WINNER: Danny Mainer & XS3 VIA Straight Flush (13:27) ENTRANCES: Danny Mainer & XS3: Both men made separate entrances, with Danny Mainer coming out first to the sound of “Cherry Cola” by The Eagles of Death Metal. He got a pretty big pop from half the side but the SLA and Kiss die-hards gave him Hell and “Faggot” chants emerged. When “Hail Destroyer” by Cancer Bats hit the sound system XS3 got it just as bad from the die-hards though he did high-five anyone wearing an XS3 or ACW t-shirt (suicide in this venue, mind) and when he got into the ring XS3 and Mainer discussed strategy. They figured the best course of action would be to let Mainer go first which is something Danny was cool with. Sleazy & Eazy: When “God of Thunder” by Kiss the ACW fans were literally drowned out from the die-hard support to their hero Thunderkiss who marched out of the curtain with Siano in tow. He bathed in the adoration of his fans, laughing to his hearts content as Siano tried to get some of his own time in the spotlight, smirking at various different cameras and posing for the fans to take pictures. Siano did a little dancing strut down the entrance ring as Thunderkiss did the slowest walk ever, making sure to take in absolutely every second of this riotous noise which prompted the Kiss Army to go even louder still. This of course, was what Kiss was all about. Kiss automatically took his place on the apron not even discussing strategy with Siano, presumably either they already had it figured out or Kiss wanted to glory-hog some more. Siano didn’t object though. THE MATCH Starting the match, Mainer and Siano would square off against each other having a big stare-down and mouth off contest in the centre of the ring. Mainer spread his arms taunting his opponent by saying that his shaved chest is more attractive than his and that’s when Siano lunged with a knife edge chop. He quickly took control with some more follow up strikes before nailing him straight in the face with a clubbing fore-arm. This was carried on with a big ass scoop slam which dropped the two-time International Champion square on the base of his spine. Followed quickly with a leg drop, Mainer was nailed hard as Siano went for a pin. Mainer kicked out and started back his own offence with several flash kicks and a big hurricanrana sending Siano hurtling into a stood up position in XS3’s corner. Siano would stagger out of X’s corner into Mainer who would simply dropkick him straight back into it. Tagging in Big X, Mainer and Siano proceeded to double team “The Playboy” by X scoop slamming him onto the oustretched knee of Danny. XS3 taking control would lifting Siano off the ground and whipping him into the ropes only to plant him into the ground with a spinning back kick straight to the chest. Big Kiss watched nonchalantly from the sidelines as XS3 then dropped his Sleazy and Eazy partner with the Closing Moment slamming him straight to the mat with authority. XS3 then pointed to Thunderkiss to make a statement before lifting Siano off the ground and slinging him over his shoulder. Stalling and making a point he stared directly at Kiss then pointed at him as Siano lay helpess atop his shoulder but some struggling and a good ol’ fashioned elbow to the face allowed Siano to slip off the back and plant a big dropkick into XS3’s back. X stumbled into Thunderkiss who’s outstretched fingers jammed into both of X’s eyes. Siano went for a roll-up as a result but was only able to score a 2-count. Siano took control, wearing down his much larger opponent from this point on with some fantastic chain wrestling including various wrist locks, headlocks and even managed to take him down to the ground on a few occasions. Siano with the snapmare laid out XS3 on the floor before laying into him with some brutish stamps to the chest. In a bold display of confidence, Siano then grabbed XS3’s ankle and dragged him to the other side of the ring to Mainer’s corner before walking back to his own and tagging in Thunderkiss. Thunderkiss with a little reluctance climbed into the ring as XS3 slowly it to his feet and the crowd started to go absolutely ballistic for this long awaited clash. Mainer instinctively walked to the centre of the apron to buy X a little more time. ”HEY FATASS!” Mainer could be heard heckling TK who shot him a look to kill. Siano, simply standing by the ropes but not yet having gotten out of the ring yet was beckoned over by Kiss. Siano with an inquisitive look on his face was confused as all Hell when Kiss lifted him over his head Heaven’s Door style before launching him at Mainer within the flash of a second. Siano soared through the air and caught Mainer in the cross body crashing into him like lightning and taking both men to the floor making a boom as they collided with the concrete. XS3 was up now and soon the two were exchanging huge right hands as the crowd ate up this new battle that was taking place. Kiss at first seemed to be taking control of this battle with his hard and heavy right hand with all his muscle thrown into the shot but a quick throat jab from XS3 sent TK staggering. XS3 sprinted backwards and then leapt at TK with a big forearm sending him stumbling into the centre of the ring before bouncing off in a different direction. As he returned, he shot forth thunder and LAUNCHED into a MASSIVE Shadowstep with the intent of ripping directly through the centre of Kiss but this was too his advantage as well as downfall as Kiss countered into a headspiking DDT leaving both men battered on the floor. TK tried to drop his opponent with the Box Office Smash but it merely brought XS3 down to one knee. XS3 fired back up with a jab straight between the eyes as a return gift. Mainer and Siano back in their corners after much deliberation as TK and XS3 continued to duke it out with big punches. XS3 attempted to suplex the former world champion but this simply was not to be. TK returned and returned hard by lifting up his Canadian opponent for another Heaven’s Door! This time though, XS3 slid down the back and as Kiss swirled around he was punched square between the eyes. XS3 realizing not to let his war with Kiss get too bloody ran to tag in Mainer and Kiss as a result tagged in Siano to further infuriate the tiny man with his inability to get at him. Mainer and Siano once again in the ring, Siano went to set up with the Picture Perfect Dropkick but the nefarious Thunderkiss held Mainer back up against the ropes. The referee wasn’t too keen on this and started to demand he let Mainer go as Siano took a moment to recover. It seemed like TK would never let go until his footing was yanked out from underneath by XS3 and his face was dropped onto the apron.TK and XS3 quickly resumed their brawl outside of the ring as Mainer stumbled forward into Siano who just about ripped his head off with a Superkick just to prove a point. Siano quickly went for the cover but only got a 2-count. Siano fumed and followed this up with a Bionic Elbow and then a Powerslam which again somehow only got a 2-count. Siano then climbed the top rope looking to seal the deal with the Big Finish but as he climbed the apron Mainer bounded up to his feet and dragged Siano off the turnbuckle for the Royal Flush. Somehow, someway Siano slid down off the back and twisted Mainer around and leapt up ready for the Electric Slide but Mainer pulled back and Siano landed on his ass. Mainer ran back to the corner he was just waiting in and made the X gesture over his head yelling I’MA FIRIN’ MAH LAZEEEER!” before leaping forward and nailing Siano with the Flatliner Muay Thai knee straight to the face. Siano no doubt having some teeth knocked loose was dazed as Mainer quickly climbed the top rope and leapt off for the Double Down but Siano jutted his leg up and slammed his heel right into Mainer’s jaw. Mainer bounced and wobbled back into the corner as Siano bounded to his feet, adrenaline coursing through his body as he charged at Mainer. Mainer threw his whole body up and lunged a boot of his own square into the face of Siano who staggered back, moaning in agony about his face as Mainer screamed ”HUH?!” Mainer then ran forward and got a fantastic vertical leap as he finished the job on Siano with The Straight Flush hitting the knee clean. One.
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Three.WINNER: Danny Mainer & XS3 VIA Straight Flush (13:27)
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Post by The Senator on Feb 25, 2010 3:39:30 GMT -5
Attn: Thunderkiss. This. Ends. Now! Chris Phenomenal and Thunderkiss
As Danny Mainer rolls off of Frankie Siano to the outside Thunderkiss looks on at ringside and slowly ducks off into the ring to check on his partner shaking his head. Still down, ’Kiss slaps Siano trying to get him up but he’s down for the count so he turns his attention to Mainer and XS3 looking up the ramp. The two traitors to the cause look back at him smiling, having finally gotten one over on their former leader. The look on TK’s face says this is not over as the two duck back through the curtain, foreshadowing the slow piano beat that hit’s the airwaves just as they disappear.
"Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost pride and sincerity that I present this recording, as a living testiment and recollection of history in the making during our generation."
With that, the voice of Chris Phenomenal jumps in.
Allow me to re-introduce myself. My name is HOV!
“Public Service Announcement" begins to play as Chris Phenomenal emerges from the back, microphone in hand. All night long we have awaited what he was going to do with Thunderkiss, and now with our show hitting the over run we are sure to get our answer. Chris makes his way down with no posturing, no gesturing, just fully focused on Thunderkiss, ignoring the jeers. Chris ducks into the ring as Thunderkiss looks on nodding his head.
Chris Phenomenal: Cut my music.
PSA cuts as Chris bends over and grabs Siano and throws him out of the ring, Thunderkiss not even flinching as he looks on. Chris turns back to him and gives him a glare, trying to freeze Thunderkiss but that doesn’t work, the ring veteran not giving any hint of emotion otherwise.
Chris Phenomenal: Ever since you’ve come back Thunderkiss you’ve been all over me, trying to get me to join SLA. You tried to convince me that staying with the Senator was the wrong choice, that you could turn me into the best in the business. You knew that if you got me to join SLA that it would make the revolution a success, that you’d be able to wear your SLA title belt, I’d be able to wear the ACW Heavyweight Title and together we would take care of this company. You tried to get inside my head, something you figured would work but you didn’t realize the change I went through while you were busy doing your own thing out in California.
You then thought to get physical, going so far as to leave me for dead in front of your entire band of raging lunatics.
The crowd gets on Chris, almost reveling in the fact they are being called out by Chris Phenomenal.
Thunderkiss: Chris, during the last few minutes you have managed to drive about half a million viewers away from theri television sets. If you have something to say just saying it instead wasting everyone's time including my own.
Chris Phenomenal: Oh there’s a reason alright and something I think you’ll be interested in but let me finish. You see last week you were caught watching me as I’m backstage, something I find quite innerving consider I’m older than four. Now I could come out here and demand you answer but I’ve had enough with your little mind games, I’ve had enough of your bull shit Thunderkiss and I’m going to put an end to it.
Thunderkiss: Many have tried, none have succeeded. What makes you think you are any different? Either way, if you want me to roll up my sleeves right now so be it. Ask and you shall receive!
Chris Phenomenal: I have no intentions of fighting you tonight Kiss. Instead I’m going to give you a chance to accomplish the two things you’ve seem hell bent on since returning, getting me to join SLA and win the ACW World Heavyweight Championship. We’ve got this cage match in four days and I figured we might up the stakes a bit.
Thunderkiss: So you are rasing me, huh?
Chris Phenomenal: Why don’t we make a little side wager between the two of us. You see with every ounce of disrespect meant to Dave Shadow, everyone knows it’s going to come down to you and I at Ragnarok, mano-a-mano, finally proving who’s the biggest dog in the yard. So what I propose is that if you win the title belt, take me down and make me your proverbial bitch you can do just that. If you win, I leave the Senatorial Stable and become one of your foot soldiers in SLA.
Thunderkiss: And what if you win?
Chris Phenomenal: If I win, SLA is through. You quit and are forced to join the Senatorial Stable and work under Phillips and I for the duration of your contract.
The gauntlet is thrown down, the crowd hushed in anticipation as Thunderkiss looks at Chris again with a steely eyed gaze.
Thunderkiss: You sure you want to do this kid? Play the game for all the marbles? Once you go all in there is no going back.
Chris doesn’t speak but his silence says volumes, the air growing tenser with the moment. Thunderkiss takes a moments pause before giving his answer.
Thunderkiss: You‘re on.
The crowd roars as Thunderkiss and Chris look at each other, in a moment that while likely be synonymous with many ACW advertisments for years to come the two go face to fact, nose to nose, eye to eye, the final shot before Ragnarok is the two of them glaring at each other.
Fade Out
END OF SHOW
(Whew, this reminds me why I don't typically post these...)
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TJ
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Post by TJ on Feb 25, 2010 12:39:33 GMT -5
Ok why are some segments like seriously messed up?
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Post by El Shadowo on Feb 25, 2010 12:53:32 GMT -5
I'm presuming it's something that went wrong when it was being posted. Random lines have been turned into new paragraphs....
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Post by The Senator on Feb 25, 2010 14:35:58 GMT -5
Argh, I'll fix that tonight, not sure why it did that to some lines like that, I copied it all onto notepad when compiling and ordering, most turned out ok, a few didn't, though, and as I said, it'll be fixed.
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