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Post by Kim Jong CP on Feb 28, 2010 15:37:07 GMT -5
The Red Panther vs. Buddy Ghee Claude LeBatard vs. El Froggy Mask XS3 Open Invitational Thiago Gracie’s Armbar Challenge Thiago Gracie vs. Trace Birmingham Entertainment Championship Mr. Red vs. “The Soul of Philly” TJ © Skyrise Challenge II Danny Mainer vs. Thunder Train Faraday’s Cage Match Michael Smart vs. Jack Jefferson vs. Thunderkiss vs. Chris Phenomenal vs. Dave Shadow ©
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Feb 28, 2010 15:48:47 GMT -5
Tonight's the night. The first pay per view under the rule of the new Chairman, Samuel Hawthorne. A seven match card full of action. The newest member to the ACW Roster, Claude LeBatard taking on Fallout legend, El Froggy Mask. The Red Panther and Buddy Ghee squaring off in what appears to be a budding rivalry between the two. XS3 makes his return to ACW Pay Per View with his open invitational. In our half time contest we see Trace Birmingham looking to earn some respect by being the first to break the armbar of Thiago Gracie. We begin the road home with Mr. Red looking to win the Entertainment Title for a fourth time over the new champion, The Soul of Philly TJ. Finally, we see the conclusion of the Danny Mainer and Thunder Train saga in a Skyrise Challenge match. The two put on a show last year at Spring into Hell and this is going to be no different. Finally, in the main event Dave Shadow puts his title on the line against four other men in the sadistic Faraday's cage. Barbed Wire, Weapons, Mirrors and Electrcity line the walls as the careers of all five men will be shortened.
We come into the arena with pyro, the sea of SLA Blue overpowering the ACW contigent. Tonight they hope will be there's. We cut to footage of earlier today, with the SLA fans lined up around the block waiting to get in, the atmosphere second to none before we come back in to the back with Chris Phenomenal and Dave Shadow.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Feb 28, 2010 15:51:30 GMT -5
I’m The Champion! Dave Shadow and Chris Phenomenal: Dave: Just how arrogant are you and Thunderkiss?As we cut backstage once more, we find Chris Phenomenal stretching beside some of the large equipment boxes, out in the hallway away from all distractions a locker room may offer. A voice behind him draws his attention, and knowing the voice as he does, Chris immediately puts his guard up. He turns round quickly and raises his fist. Behind him stands Dave Shadow, World Champion. The man Chris put into a hospital 9 months ago and a man who Chris hates so, so much.
Dave stands defiantly, not raising his own arms to fight. Chris doesn’t throw the punch, instead allowing his angry face to do the talking. The two men simply stare each other down in silence for a few moments, both men turning a dark red. Chris’ eyes drift down to the title around Dave’s waist after a few seconds. The prize he so desperately seeks. No point taking Dave out now, Chris thinks to himself. No reason to give him an excuse to get out of the title match.
Dave: I said, just how arrogant are you and Thunderkiss?Chris looks back up into the eyes of Dave.
Chris: The fuck are you on about Dave?
Dave: I heard about the little bet you and Thunderkiss made last week. How if you win, he becomes your bitch and if you win, your his. That about right?Chris: Yeah. What‘s the problem with that? You ought to be thanking…
Dave: So let me reiterate. How fucking arrogant are you two? You think that I’m just going to lay down and let it go down to Thunderkiss vs Chris Phenomenal, huh? You two just presuming I’m not even going to make it to the final two?Chris opens his mouth to respond, but Dave cuts him off.
Dave: No, no Chris. Fuck you. I am so sick of listening to you and Thunderkiss run your mouths off, and treat me like some child who managed to fluke his way into the title. See this belt? Means I am the champion. Means I am the guy to beat. Not you. Not Thunderkiss. How dare you two just presume one of you are walking out as the winner.Chris: Dave, think about this for a second. If I win, then I defeat SLA. I would have thought you’d want that? I mean, not having to worry about some crazed lunatic attacking you, not having to worry about all of Thunderkiss’ cronies jumping out of your closet, or Rena giving you the clap.A sarcastic tone creeps into Dave’s voice. He is obviously pissed off about this, angrier than he has perhaps ever appeared on an ACW show. This has obviously hit a nerve.
Dave: Oh, thank you lord Phenomenal. So what, I should lie down and just let you get the win, then? For the better of ACW, I should let you win so we can be rid of SLA?Chris: If that‘s the way you want to do it then so be it. I‘d love to make you cry like a little girl out there, but if you want to save face, so be it.
Dave: How bout we go one step better. How bout you and me just go to Hawthorne right now, and I’ll hand the title belt over to you, and we can just end the pay per view here and now. Like that?Chris lowers his head. He knows it’s a rhetorical question and isn’t going to justify Dave with a response. He folds his arms and looks back to Dave.
Chris: Dave, shut the fuck up. Drop the pity act. We both know that when it comes to title matches, I’ve got your number. I’m not going to say I think you’re going to be eliminated quickly. I am not going to deny that your a threat, having that strap over your shoulder says that. But right now, I know my priorities, and Thunderkiss is the man to beat tonight. You didn’t have to worry about him, Dave. He didn’t leave you bloodied in a parking lot. You didn’t have to worry about him kicking the door in as you’re sitting on the shitter. So I’ll pound you, pin you and eliminate you. And then I’ll take Thunderkiss out as well. We’re about to enter a Phenomenal Era.
Dave: Been rehearsing that all day, Chris?Chris: Fuck you!
Dave: Listen to me and shut up for a few seconds Chris. I don’t like you. I don’t particularly respect you as a person. But God damn it Chris, I respect how much of a threat you are. I respect the battles and wars we’ve been through. So you had better not stand there and say you don’t feel the same. Don’t like me personally, fine. But underestimate me at your own peril.Chris: My own peril? What is this Shakespeare shit? As far as tonight goes Dave, you can take it how you appear too, but I know we’re not done. I know this shit isn’t going to end until one of us quits. You put the title on the line here, should balls I didn’t think you have but I’m not going to let respect, balls or anything else get in the way of me winning the title.
Dave: Yeah. Well. I guess we’re just going to have to see, aren’t we? I guess that we’ll go out there and we’ll do our thing. And you and Thunderkiss can look at each other and talk about your little bets and wagers all you want. But you should know that tonight, I plan on make both of you MY bitches. See you out there.And with that, Dave walks off. Chris looks after him, as a smile spreads on his face. Dave will never admit it...hell, maybe he doesn’t even know fully, or appreciate the situation....but Chris knows just how to get into Dave’s head. He moved in nine months ago and every time Dave thinks he has won, Chris knows just what he has to do.
And Chris knows he’ll do just what he has to do later tonight.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Feb 28, 2010 16:04:37 GMT -5
Buddy Ghee vs The Red Panther The match starts off even, both men trading strikes. Buddy gets the upperhand first when he dodges one of Panthers punches and floors the more experienced man with a Russian leg sweep. Buddy keeps Panther down with a Boston crab which damages Panthers back. From then on Buddy works Panthers back as much as he can while Panther fights to stay alive. Buddy manages to hit a power slam to further injure Panther and looks to be in control early on. Panther manages to fight back though by booting Buddy into the corner and hitting him with the Hawaiian Violence Party (Violence Party), following up with more strikes to control the fight. However Panther only stays in control for a while as Buddy manages to poke Panther in the eye and roll up Panther, getting two. This stuns Panther and allows Buddy to take the reigns, hitting a standing moonsault. After a bit more striking the fight spills outside after a cactus clothesline by Buddy Ghee. While outside Panther fights back to get in control with some kicks and a Barrett .50 Cal (Leghook northernlights suplex). Panther rolls Buddy in and takes control from there, beating up on him with more strikes, some stomps and a devastating Pele kick. Panther tries to keep in control but Buddy manages to elbow him in the jaw and hit a huge pendulum back breaker, allowing a two count. Buddy and Panther fight back and forth, now incorporating more throws into there move sets as they become tired and there strikes do less. Panther manages to counter a german suplex, sweep Buddys leg and pound him with elbows, getting in control. Panther gets up and waits for Buddy, looking to finish the match. Once Buddy gets up Panther goes for the flying armbar, only for Buddy to turn and throw some sort of powder in his face. The ref misses it though and as Panther holds his eyes Buddy hits the Bright Lights (Alternating side kicks followed by hurricanerana). Shocked, rocked and tired, Panther can't kick out. Winner: Buddy Ghee Buddy leaves quickly as Panther stands up, obviously angry. Panther kicks the corner post as we fade away.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Feb 28, 2010 16:06:01 GMT -5
Ragnarok is brought to you by,Dudley, punching Freeman in the Ovaries since Street Fighter III
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Feb 28, 2010 16:21:51 GMT -5
A Toast! By: LaResistance The scene begins in a large room, the walls are covered in a yellow wall paper with beautiful paterns embossed into it. The bottom half of the wall is covered by white, wooden pannels giving a lovely two tone effect. The flooring is a simple wooden panelled flooring but just adds to the effect of the walls. The walls must stand atleast 15 feet high and evenly spaced on the walls are numerous large windows allowing the outside world a glimpse in.
The outside view shows off the busy American life down below. This building in on a hill high up away from the pushing, shoving, rushing lifes so many Americans lead. Lights of cars speeding past simply paint a beautiful pattern for people to look down and see.
The room itself is rather large, with tables spread out across the room, and lit up by a few crystal chandeliers hanging down from the tall ceiling. On one side of the room is a large stage where a string quartet sit, creating a beautiful atmosphere as they play slow, classical music. They are clearly well experienced in the field of classical music and make the room perfect.
On the otherside of the room in a set of small, mahogany double doors with a small round window in each of the doors. These doors lead to a large kitchen in which all manner of food is prepared. The doors slowly swing open and a waiter emerges with a trolly laiden with a selection of wines. The waiter is wearing a black tux with end trails and a pair of white gloves.
The camera pans in and follows the waiter as he monouvers round the tables that have three or four people seated at each. The waiter glides with the trolly towards one of the window tables where are a man and a woman are situated.
The man is none other than Claude LeBatard, the aptly named “Garson of Greatness”. He is wearing a cream white tuxedo and a black bowtie, making him stand out from all the other guests who seem to be dressed in somewhat similar attier to the waiter. His hair is tied back in a small ponytail with a small strang hanging down that he casually pushes behind his ear.
The woman has brown curly hair tinited with a small bit of red. Her brown eyes stare at Claude, mesmorised by his looks. Her face is small as is the rest of her, a skinny woman, wearing a beautiful yet simple red dress.
They both look at the waiter as he sets out two wine glasses on the table but first only pours Claude a small amount. Claude scoops up the glass, puts it to his nose and smells it. He then swills it round the glass before taking a sip of the wine to taste it.
The waiter looks in angst as Claude decides on the wine. As Claude swollows the wine a bead of sweat drips of the waiters forhead. He clearly knows how Claude can be when he doesn’t get what he wants. Claude smiles and places his glass on the table signalling the waiter that the wine is good.
The waiters sighs and wipes his forhead before continuing to poor wine into both glasses. He then places the bottle in a bucket of ice on the trolly and places the bucket on their table. The waiter follows this up by moving to the next table to do things of a similar persuasion.
Claude and his lady friend both pick up their glasses and sample the wine, the woman continues to stare deeply into Claudes eyes. She slowly opens her mouth and manages to speak.Woman: How do you do it Claude?[/color] Claude: You see, Fi-fi…Woman: Sue…Claude: I know what your name iz, but Fi-fi iz, ‘ow you say, more french. So, you see Fi-fi, choosing wine is like making love. First, you find a selection, zen you ‘av to try a little bit of each one of them in your glass. You must sniff them, zen taste them, and if zey are corked, or as you say, gone off, you must spit zem out and send zem back. Once you ‘ave found ze right one, you will tell ze waiter zat it iz good, and he will pour you some more. Finally you put it in a bucket of ice ready for when you next want some more.Woman: Wow, you’re so…Claude: Intelligent, handsome, charming…Woman: …French… but what does any of that have to do with making love?Claude: Are you serious? Zis is ze way we make love in France, maybe in America with your pig-dog second cousin it iz different but over in ze greatest city of Marseille it is a glorious and grand affair!Woman: But, how do you even compare women to wine?Claude: It iz simple, women are like wine, ze older they are, ze better they are. But sometime you meet a young expensive wine, and she is also tres bien. Take my good friend, Michelle Pfeiffer, she is at the age of 51, but she is more woman than two 20 year olds. And she is twice as good in, ‘ow you say, ze bag…Woman: In the sack…Claude: I will put you in a sack if you are not careful wiz your tongue. Now, you look like an experienced woman, you must be of some experience, qui?Woman: Are you trying to say im old!?Claude: No im trying to say you’re an experienced door to door salesman, ofcourse you are old!Woman: If it wasn’t for the fact you’re paying for this meal I would have left by now!Claude: If it wasn’t for ze fact I plan to seduce you I’D ‘ave left by now.Before a real argument can break out the waiter appears at the side of them both. He smiles at them and pulls out a paper and pad.Waiter: Have you both decided on what to eat?Woman: Yes, to start I’ll have the FROG’s legs, follwoed by the smoked salmon.Waiter: And for you sir?Claude: I will ‘ave ze “manipulative shrew” followed by “ze large hammer for inconspicuous murders!”Waiter: Pardon?Claude: Forgive me, I will just ‘ave ze spaghetti and meatballz.Waiter: Excellent choice sir. Your food will be with you shortly.The waiter walks away and Claude and Sue go back to feuding with eachother. Completely out of character though Claude changes his attacking position and smiles picking up his wine glass. He lifts it into the air and proposes a toast.Claude: My apologiez, it is not usual for me to be’ave in such an uncharming manner. I’d like to propose a toast, to my up coming match later on tonight.Woman: Yes, to your up and coming match at the pay-per-view.The two knock their classes together and then take a sip of their wine. Claude puts his wine back on the table. Claude then proceeds out of the blue to kick Sue in the shin under the table. Sue knockes her wine over herself in shock.Claude: Fi-fi, what ‘ave you done now?Woman: It’s sue! And you kicked me!Claude: I did no such thing, I am a respectable french man. It is one thing to tip wine over yourself to try and show me your breasts, but do not blame moi! Go to ze bathroom and clean yourself up.Sue stands up and walks off to the rest room. As she leave the waiter wheels their food in on a trolly. He places the spaghetti and meatballs infront of Claude and then places the frogs legs and salmon where Sue will be sitting. Sue returns quickly and sits at her place ready for her food. Claude takes hold of a fork and samples a meat ball, he chews it repeatedlt before spitting it out in disgust. The waiter looks shocked and has no idea of what to say.Claude: You call zis a meat ball!? Zis sheet, that you made me put in my mouth takes more like ze dogs bollocks! Literally, you take ze dog, you cut of ze testiculars and zen you put zem in wiz my spaghetti! Are you trying to poison me!? I ‘ave an important match tonight! You monsieur are trying to take me out of ze running tonight are you not!?Waiter: Sir, I can only apologise for this. Allow me to replace your meal.Claude: Monsieur, I am not a fan of zis animal cruelty. You think I will let you do ze same thing to another dog just so I can ‘ave some meatballs? You disgust me! I am leaving!Claude stands up quickly, turns to face the exit and storms out leaving Sue alone to pay for the bill. Sue, shocked by this whole turn of events, does nothing but taste her food, look up at the waiter, and quietly speaks.Woman: My foods nice…The scene ends as the waiter hands Sue the bill. She looks at it in disbelief, then looks at the waiter, then looks back at the bill. Without thinking Sue runs out the building being chased by two rather burly security gaurds.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Feb 28, 2010 16:24:16 GMT -5
Segment: Suggestions (Credit: Michael Smart, ? ? ?)
The scene opens up with a shot of a locker room. Sitting on a bench at the back of the locker room is Michael Smart, wearing his usual ring attire of blue tights and his entrance attire, a white vest. Standing next to him is Daniel Smart, wearing a dark grey suit and a green tie. Michael and Daniel are currently chatting.
Daniel Smart: So then, time to talk about the match. Or more accurately, the entrance.
Michael Smart: The entrance? What about it?
Daniel Smart: To be even more accurate, we need to talk about your entrance music. For this special occasion, I think we need to have a special theme song.
Michael Smart: I like my current one just fine, thanks.
Daniel Smart: It's not about what you like, it's about what the world demands! Now that you're in a World Title match, things have gotten bigger than just your wants! You need to take everyone into account if you want to be taken as a respectable champion-to-be who follows his time. That's why you should come out to Bad Romance by Lady Gaga.
Michael Smart: ...Wait, what?!?
Daniel Smart: Lady Gaga's popular these days! You need to show that you're cool to a new generation of fans!
Michael Smart: Hey, KISS is popular! Besides, I'd look ridiculous coming out to Bad Romance!
Daniel Smart: You'll look like an old man coming out to your current theme song, Lady Gaga will make you more popular with the teenage girl fanbase. They're an important part of the current wrestling fanbase, you know.
Michael Smart: I don't care, Live to Win will be my entrance theme and that's final!
Daniel Smart: You're so stubborn. Fine, how about a compromise? You want to come out to an old song...
Michael Smart: It came out in 2006!
Daniel Smart: ...and I want new, so how about you come out to... wait for it...
Michael Smart: ...
Daniel Smart: ...
Michael Smart: ...Well?
Daniel Smart: A TECHNO REMIX OF THE PACMAN THEME!
Michael Smart: ...That's the stupidest thing you've ever suggested.
Daniel Smart: Fine, I can see you don't appreciate my artistic vision. I have to go take care of a few things and cancel the Lady Gaga-thing.
Michael Smart: Wait, you had already told the sound crew to play that?
Daniel's eyes widen at his slip.
Daniel Smart: Uh... of course not! I'm going to go talk to them for, uh, completely unrelated reasons. See ya soon, cousin!
As Daniel Smart leaves the room, Michael Smart goes to close the door, only to find that there is someone waiting just outside of it…
Jason Freeman stands outside the door, looking at Michael Smart with an unreadable expression on his face, before facing the direction that Daniel Smart had just gone off in and looking into the distance. There’s a moment of silence, before Freeman enters the locker room of Michael Smart, pausing before he finally speaks, in a slow and serious tone.
Freeman: Quite the character, that cousin of yours…huh?
Freeman puts his face into a smile, but the smile is sarcastic, deriding, and forced, and reminds Smart eerily of a wolf ready to devour its prey.
Michael Smart: Yeah…I guess.
Freeman: I suppose some would find him funny.
Michael Smart: I…guess so.
Freeman: …You know what I find funny?
Clearly this question is rhetorical, and clearly whether or not Michael Smart wants to know he is about to find out, and so there really is no choice but to humor the question. The way Freeman carries himself in conversation is so methodical - so calculated. He knows exactly what he is going to say before he says it. His speech comes off as too eerily prepared. Almost rehearsed. But what could he possibly want? After all Michael Smart has never so much has said a word to Freeman, and in fact this is the first time the two had even ever been face to face. Clearly however, Freeman did not just pass by Smart's locker room and decide it's time for some idle chit-chat. He HAS to have an agenda.
Michael Smart: What would that be?
Freeman continues with that slow, calculating tone...
Freeman: The fact that a talented superstar such as yourself has gone so long in this company, having accomplished absolutely nothing.
Michael Smart: What do you mean accomplished nothing? The first day I made it to ACW I accomplished something I had worked hard for my whole life. The biggest wrestling federation there is. And every time I go out there and entertain these fans it makes it all worth it.
Freeman: Oh, let’s not delude ourselves. You know as well as I do that that isn’t enough to satisfy you. So, by all means attempt to console yourself but do not play these games with me. One doesn’t make it this far without wanting more. And while you may “entertain” these fans, what…I ask…do you have to show for it?
Michael Smart: To show for it? Every time I walk out there and hear the fans cheer my name, I---
Freeman: Enough. Enough of this cliché crowd-pleaser rubbish. Tell me, deep down…is that enough for you? Is that truly all you want? Or could it be that you’re too afraid to admit your failure, and so instead you tell this story to fool even yourself? And by success you know very well what I meant. Where’s your title Smart? Where’s your championship belt?
Michael Smart: I know you haven’t been around a lot lately, but in case you haven’t noticed there’s a world championship match tonight, and I’m in it.
Freeman: Hmph. You amongst five other men. You were included as an afterthought. Pure luck, and such an opportunity won’t come by again. And have you ever pulled off a big victory when it counted? You won’t win.
Michael Smart: You sound sure of yourself. I’m confident that tonight I WILL win. And even if I didn’t, I have my whole career in front of me. I’m not worried.
Freeman: Yes, your whole career in front of you. And down the road you’ll just be another Gooey Garth with those excuses. An eternal midcarder constantly clinging to the dream that you have your “Whole career in front of you.” No matter what happens it’s alright. You’re dedicated right? You’ll be victorious someday. Then one day you wake up and realize that you don’t have your career in front of you anymore, and in fact you are in the twilight of your career with nothing to show for it but sores and hospital bills. Is that how you want to spend your career? Your life?
Michael Smart: That’s not me…
Freeman: Of course it isn’t.
A silence, Freeman letting his words sink in. Just as his words seem calculated, so too do his pauses. Michael Smart shows no indication on his face that these words are even remotely affecting him, glaring into Freeman's eyes, to show that he is having no effect. But for all the intensity that Smart’s face shows, Freeman seems almost bored. As if this is merely a conversation, and there is no tension at all. Freeman goes on as if this disagreement hadn’t happened. As if Smart had never objected to Freeman’s claims. Almost as if Freeman is merely pondering with himself.
Freeman: The question is…Why?
Michael Smart: Why?
Freeman: How can somebody like you have accomplished so little in all of this time? Is it your lack of dedication? Is your heart just not in it? No, because you’ve dedicated your life to this sport. It's not from lack of motivation, then. Is it…just a lack of ability? A lack of ring skills? Do you just not have what it takes? One would think that would be a reason for not having success...but you KNOW you have ability. Natural talent. A lot of it…I see it in you. And…I know you, Michael...
A tense silence, as Freeman regards Smart, who doesn’t seem impressed by Freeman’s words.
Michael Smart: Oh yeah? I haven’t even talked to you before in my life. You know NOTHING about me.
Freeman: I know that you used to look in the mirror and see the face of a future champion looking back at you. But as time went on, you began to see nothing but a broken spirit. A young talent, who can wrestle and lay it all out there in the ring, and yet somehow something is missing. You see a restless soul…you know what you want, but you just can’t get it. And you can't understand WHY. And faced with this unexplainable failure, you take the safe route. You hide. You close your eyes. You block it out. You create your own reality, where you ARE satisfied. You pretend so well, that you trick even yourself and everyone around you. But in doing so, you prevent yourself from changing. What could it be? What could you…seemingly the perfect package, be lacking? I want you to know that the discovery of this could fix all of your problems.
Michael Smart does not seem to be appreciating Freeman’s prying, and he begins to get more than annoyed.
Michael Smart: Hey, listen! I don’t like your---
But Freeman merely cuts him off as if he had never interjected in the first place.
Freeman: I think I know what it is. You lack the attitude.
Michael Smart: The…attitude?
Freeman:Don’t play dumb, Michael. You know. You deserve a championship more than almost every one of these superstars in the back, but you don’t have it because you haven’t tried hard enough. Oh, I’m sure you think you have. But you haven’t. You’ve taken the high road, the fair road…and unfortunately, that is the weak road. For example, your company. You hang around with Daniel Smart, and by association, he makes you look like a complete jackass and what has he ever gotten you? He’s gotten you trouble. He’s gotten you looking like a fool on national television. But what he CAN’T get you is championship gold. And I think you know that.
Michael Smart: He’s my cousin!
Freeman: Yes he is. And those who achieve greatness don’t have “cousins”. They have allies, Smart. People who can help them get to the top. But luckily, I have seen your case, and I have realized that in fact there may be somebody for you. You see, my reign is about to begin, and while the rest of this company doesn’t know it yet, they are in for a couple surprises over the next couple of weeks. All I need is somebody to help me. Join me now, and take your place beside me at the top. Join the one man who can save that pitiful excuse for a career that your cousin has buried six feet under, and perhaps there is hope for you yet.
Michael Smart: You know what? Why don’t you---
Freeman: Listen to me. You’ve played by the rules of morality for so long, and it’s gotten you nowhere. You are going to have to make a choice. What is most important to you? You’re hungry, Smart. You know it. I know it. You won’t rest until you’ve reached the top. In that way, you are just like me. The only problem is, you haven’t yet realized it. Hiding from the truth will get you nowhere. When you can’t win the game, you change the rules. It’s time for you to achieve those dreams I know you have, and the only way to do it is to follow my lead.
Michael Smart: Alright, that’s it. I’m sick and tired of listening to you already. You say that you know me, but you don’t. You know absolutely NOTHING about me, and what I think. Alright? Now, tonight, I’m going to go out there and give the performance of my life and win the world championship by my own means. I don’t need you, and I certainly don’t need to follow your path. Get out of my locker room. Now.
The most infuriating thing about the situation, however, is that when Smart lets loose, Freeman’s eyes simply light up…as if he’s amused by this. Though his face doesn’t show it, it shows for a second in his eyes, and that makes Smart’s blood boil more than anything Freeman has said.
Freeman: I was merely offering generously. If you choose to reject me, then so be it. Continue your little charade. I’ll take my leave, as I know when I’m not wanted. All I ask, however, is that you open your eyes, and look around you. I see that you’ve blocked yourself from even considering my words in an attempt to get the upperhand in the argument. But when you’re alone…You’ll deny it, and you’ll fight it, but you’ll find your thoughts drifting to me, because Michael…you will know…no…you DO know. That I am right.
Michael Smart: Get the hell out!
Freeman: With pleasure. Goodbye, Michael. And good luck tonight…
And just as quickly as he came, Freeman is gone, leaving an unreadable expression on the face of Smart. He looks after Freeman grimly, before shaking his head, and blocking this meeting out of his mind. He has other things to worry about tonight.
Fade.
(OOC: Credit also goes to Freeman.)
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Feb 28, 2010 16:30:50 GMT -5
Claude LeBatard vs El Froggy Mask
‘Perfect Gentleman’ blasts through the PA system echoing round the arena. The crowd look to the curtains for the debuting Claude LeBatard. Claude walks out wearing white trunks, knee pads and boots, all with black lining on them creating simple patterns on them. Claude stands at the entrance ramp holding his arms in the air as red, white and blue sparks fly up behind him creating the french flag. Claude gets a mixed reaction from the crowd as he walks down the ramp and climbs into the ring.
“Ladies and gentlemen, in the ring, weighing in at 201lbs, from Corniche, Maseille, “Monsieur Roman” Claude Le Batard!
Edison: ACW’s new big acquisition, the world-famous French wrestler Claude Le BaTard, he has all the confidence in the world but do you think he can make it in ACW Maxy?
McNally: Confidence isn’t everything but it damn sure helps!
As El Froggy Mask’s theme plays Claude takes the mic off Philip and decided to take the announcing into his own hands.
”Ladies and gentlemen, ze opponent of “Monsieur Roman”, weighing in at a weight nobody cares about, from some place not very important, ACW presents, some none important wannabe!”
El Froggy Mask runs to the ring and Claude drops the mic as the bell rings. The men circle the ring slowly before moving into the middle. Claude begins to shout abuse at El Froggy who responds with a slap to Claudes face. Claude clutches his face before stairing at El froggy. Suddenly Claude kicks El Froggy in the stomach causing him to bend over. Claude follows up with a wristlock putting pressure on El Froggy’s arm and wrist. He then begins to hit his arm before pulling it down slamming El Froggy on the floor.
El Froggy gets back up quickly and tries to ignore the pain in his arm, he looks up at Claude and is met with a running elbow to the face knocking him straight back down agin. Claude walks around the ring taunting to the crowd, who inturn begin to boo him. El Froggy uses this time to get up and make a run at Claude.
Claude turns round to see El Froggy charging at him, thinking quickly Claude hits a drop toe hold causing El Froggy to hit the ropes. As El Froggy bounces off the ropes and turns round Claude hits a dropkick. El Froggy falls back on the ropes and stays there. Claude pulls the ropes around El Froggy so he can’t move. He then hits repeated knife edge chops on him turnign El Froggy’s chest bright red.
Edison: Brutaltastic! He could bleed if he keeps that up!
Claude takes a few steps back before running at El Froggy. El Froggy manages to thrust his legs up into Claudes face sending him stumbling backwards. El Froggy then rolls over the ropes like a true luchadore to free himself and be standing on the apron.
McNally: Quick counter from the thrills and skill of El Froggy Mask!
As Claude recovers El Froggy jumps onto the ropes and goes for a spring board axe handle. Claude manages to move out the way and get behind El Froggy as he lands. Claude quickly graps him round the waist and hits a release german suplex. El Froggy slams his neck on the mat and lies in the middle of the ring struggling to recover.
McNally: Wow! Claude with the quick counter there, Froggy Mask has his wits about him but just can’t seem to keep up!
Edison: This Frenchie is impressing! YEAAAAAH!
Claude picks up El Froggy and helps hm stand, he then takes a few steps back before running and hitting the guilottine (shining enziguri)! El Froggy hits the floor, but before Claude finishes he goes for “Le Grand Finalé”. Claude grabs El Froggys legs and locks in the Texas Cloverleaf! El Froggy screams in pain and quickly taps out, the ref calls for the bell and the match is over!
Edison: Wow! What a submission move! He really took Froggy down a notch there!
”Here is your winner, Claude LeBatard!”
‘Perfect Gentelman plays again as Claude looks down at El Froggy’s near unconsious body. He takes the mic of Philip for a second time and the music stops. The whole arena goes quiet as Claude speaks.
”Bonjour, this is really ze first time I’ve been out to ze ring in ACW, so I think I should all let you get to know me. I’m Claude LeBatard as you already know. I’m ‘ere today, to prove why France is superior to all of you. Before I came along there was approximately no french wrestlers here. Zat iz an outrage!
I think zat most of you just thought we just eat frogs legz and snailz, we don’t. We are superior beings to all of you, just look at my good friend Nicolas Sarkozy, he is a god on earth, a messiah, and you all need to realise just how powerful and great he is.
You all come here tonight, you sit there, in your chairs, as we perform for you, because you are lonely! You have nobody in your lifez, take my good friend Nicolas Sarkozy again, you may say he is not good looking, he has few good characteristic. But you are wrong, he is ze presidant of France, he has a super hot wife. He should be a role model for all of you.
You continue to say your president is some how amazing, oh he is black, he is done so much for us. I say, bull sheet! You need some one like Saint Nick! Once again, for zose of you idiotic enough to think I am talking about Fazer Christmas, I am not.
Tonight I ‘ave shown you what I can do, and yet I only showed you a fraction of what I ‘ave! So, per’aps you can prove me wrong, zat is why tonight, I am going to introduce ze “romance caméra” to ACW. On ze AlphaTron two people will appear zat are sitting next to each other. Zey will have a chance to prove to me zey are not part of zis lonely culture of America I talk about. Zey can do zis simply by kissing.
So lets see who is up first…”
The first two people to appear on the camera are a rather large pair of men. When they realise they’re on camera they look at each other in disgust and shake their heads in disgust.
”Apparently not then for our first couple. Let us see who is next…”
This time on the camera two women show up. They look at eachother in shock but with less disgust than the men. They simple say no and turn away.
”My apologiez to everyone who wanted some girl on girl action zere. Let us ‘ave one more go.”
On the third and final time of the camera a man sitting alone shows up. He’s some what overweight and on each side of him rather than another person sitting there is some sort of food. On his left is an overside bucket of chicken, and on his right a large drink. Noticing he’s on the camera, he looks down in shame as the crowds laugh at him.
”You people disgust me, you are all lonely, just like I said, you’re either disgusted by each other, or have no one to be disgusted at. We french work togezer in harmony. We’re ze perfect people, ladiez and gentlemen, my point ‘as been proved, goodnight.”
‘Perfect Gentlemen’ plays again as Claude walks out of the arena after his debut match.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Feb 28, 2010 16:33:47 GMT -5
(m)OBSCENCE Danny Mainer SCOTT STEINER WARNING: DIS SCENE HAZ GRATUITIOUS SEXUAL CONTENT AND IF YOU’RE A FAG, A CHRISTIAN, OR JASON FREEMAN THAN I SUGGEST YA’ JUST CUT TO THE LINE “Shut up and fuck me” AND READ ONWARDS FROM THERE BECAUSE THAT’S BIZARRELY WHERE THE SURPRISINGLY TAME SEX SCENE ENDS. HOLLA IF YA’ HEAR ME.With a smile on his face, Danny Mainer checked his ass into a rather dishy hotel in central California. Having made a reservation after SMS messages were sent last week between himself and ex-girlfriend Mei-Feng Shinoda he decided to go out to California and see the old girl. Opening the door to his hotel room he swaggered in and dropped his luggage case to one side but he left the door open. Violently, the door slammed shut behind him drawing Mainer’s attention to the cause of it. A short, long-haired Asian girl dressed in a kimono with thick pouty lips and though you couldn’t see it, a curvaceous figure underneath the kimono which was red and white. Mainer smirked in instant recognition, it was almost like the first time they’d met. Hello Mei-Feng.Danny Mainer: ”Wow, someone’s a good stalker huh? Managed to work out what hotel room I would be at and everything. I’m really quite impressed.”Mei-Feng Shinoda: “You said you wanted me to show commitment...” Danny Mainer: ”Yeah well as impressive as that is I have to say to you now I’m not happy with the kimono, I was promised a schoolgirl outfit and though that kimono looks sexy as anything I STILL wanted a hot “Study Hall” period with my favourite “student”. I even got a suit in my luggage and everything. Ugh.”Mei-Feng Shinoda: “Study hall period? But.. I’m not on right now. My God Dan, I didn’t know you were into that.” Danny Mainer: ”Not that kind of period, like a period of time?”Mei-Feng Shinoda: “Heh, I get you. Besides, I didn’t think you’d mind the kimono given that it’s all a part of your “Yellow Fever” as you put it.” Danny Mainer: ”You’re starting to sound more and more like me every day. If you were going for the geisha look though you could’ve at least slapped on the mime paint and gone the whole way with it. Hm, a geisha girl. That’d have been pretty hot actually. You just HAVE to disappoint me don’t you?”Mei-Feng Shinoda: “Oh... I’m sorry.” The kimono slipped away to reveal a gorgeous olive-coloured body with an extremely skimpy matching pair of white cotton bra and panties. Mainer gawped a little as Mei-Feng blushed at her failure to “please” Danny Mainer. Mainer’s eyes popped wide with shock at just how sexy this young Minato woman was and he couldn’t help but start to feel a swell in the downstairs department.Danny Mainer: ”You know? The schoolgirl look is overrated anyhow. “Mei-Feng giggled and wrapped her arms around Mainer’s neck. Mainer placed his hands on her hips and slowly the two walked towards the bed with Mainer going backwards. Not sure of his own proximity he fell onto the bed and Mei-Feng clambered on top of him, their bodies touching as Mainer’s hands rested on the ass of Mei-Feng Shinoda. She leant down and started to unbutton his shirt breathing heavily as Mainer looked up into her chocolatey brown eyes. She chuckled an almost sinister laugh as she gave up and just ripped the shirt straight off, Mainer gasped massaging her ass through the cotton.
Mei-Feng slipped down the body of Danny and quickly pulled off his fancy leather shoes before tugging down his designer jeans undressing him right before his very eyes. Mainer simply watched the Asian beauty who not for one second broke a lustful and almost obsessive eye contact with the love-hungry woman. Danny Mainer: ”You look so good down there Mei-Feng...”Mei-Feng Shinoda: “Better than I did when I was on top of you?” Danny Mainer: ”No.”Mainer now naked as the day he was born reached into a bedside table and pulled out a pair of scissors, which some would call a downright foolish thing to do when you’re not wearing any clothes but he had a plan. Reaching forward to the now stood up Mei-Feng he hooked his fingers inside the waistline of her underwear and dragged her towards him. Snipping through the fabric at the waist, he then did the same process to the bra until they were both completely bare together in the hotel room. Mainer breaking sexual tension then walked over to the nearest window and damning of any passers by launched the scissors way out of reach of Mei-Feng. Mainer then slunk back into the bed where Mei-Feng was already waiting for him. Their lips met, tightly as they embraced. Their bodies clinging together like the way God intended. As Mainer assumed the missionary position on top of Mei-Feng, their lips met smashed together yet again as their tongues twirled around each other trading spit and emotions. Mainer, the eternal love rat prepared himself for what he was about to do before breaking the kiss.[/I] Danny Mainer: ”Should I-“Mei-Feng Shinoda: “No. I still have plenty of money from the selling of the casino, I can afford to raise a child.” Danny Mainer: ”And when am I getting that briefcase?”Mei-Feng Shinoda: “Tomorrow night... I want you to stay in the hotel tomorrow, then when I come back to you we’ll be able to have our Happy Ever After. Okay baby?” Danny Mainer: ”Whatever you say.”Mei-Feng Shinoda: “Do you believe me when I say I’m a virgin?” Danny Mainer: ”No.”Mei-Feng Shinoda: “Okay that’s fair enough.” And even I am not callous enough to describe what happened next so I’ll let Mei-Feng do it for you.Mei-Feng Shinoda: “Ohhh....” Shuddering with ecstasy, you could hear every nuance of their love making.Mei-Feng Shinoda: “Ohh... Mainer...” These noises occurred for a good fifteen minutes more minutes as moans eventually turned to screams and shudders of pleasure became bucking orgasms on both sides of the court.Danny Mainer: ”Yesss! Yessss! YES! GOAAAAAAAAAAAAL!”Mei-Feng Shinoda: “HARDER!” Danny Mainer: ”BOOMF! Jesus H Mei-Feng...ahh... you are to love making... ahhh... what Royce Gracie is to jiuJITSUUUUUUUUU.ohhh.”Mei-Feng: “Shut up and fuck me!” And with that we fade out but only temporarily. We opened again on a shot of Mainer lying in bed with his head resting against the backboard and with Mei-Feng’s head on her chest. Mei-Feng’s eyes cracked open and she wasted little time getting changed. Wearing a high cut black mini skirt, a white silk shirt, a tie and a blazer and she was ready for business. Mainer’s jeans and took his wallet, keycard for the hotel but left his mobile. She wanted to get in touch with him later.. She left out the door a few moments later and a few minutes later, Mainer cracked one eye open to make sure she was gone.Danny Mainer: ”That whore took my stuff! We prepared for this Mainer, we got it good.”Mainer reached over the side of his bed and ruffled through the pockets to find his phone. Whipping out his Motorola RAZR (how ancient is that phone? I mean seriously) he flipped through his contact book to the letter “D”. Hitting call, he pressed the receiver to his ear.Danny Mainer: ”Hello, Father? Forgive me for I have sinned by being a stupid fucker but I need your talents...”? ? ?: "What be your sickness, child?"Mainer the loverat stared at the floor as this segment came to a close.FADE
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Feb 28, 2010 16:46:21 GMT -5
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Feb 28, 2010 16:49:22 GMT -5
Segment: A year passed, the song remains the same (Credit: XS3)
A couple of days prior to the PPV, Matt Irvine and his wife Christine were sitting in their home in Maple Creek, preparing themselves for Matt to go off and crack some skulls. As Matt held a napping Corey in one arm and Christine in the other, he sighed with contentment.
Christine: So... Got a match for the PPV yet?
Matt: Nah, I think I'm just gonna make an open challenge. Why not, show off some skills, win my return to PPV, yadda yadda yadda. I think it'll help get some momentum going for my future feuds.
Christine: Sounds like a plan, babe.
A small pause overtakes the two.
Christine: So... I have a question.
Matt: I may have an answer.
Christine scoffs and playfully bats her husband in the arm before speaking.
Christine: I don't mean to offend you or anything but... What makes you think this run will be so special?
Matt: Beg your pardon?
Christine: I mean, like, what's going to set your run in ACW apart from the other ones? Anything special you got planned?
Matt chooses to mull over his words for a while before solemnly looking at his wife.
Matt: I'll tell you what I have planned. Vengeance. Whoever threatens the core of ACW will face the wrath of not just the Renaissance but my wrath as well. Chris Phenomenal felt what it was like to have a giant reawakened when I Shadow Stepped him through the mat. And Thunderkiss, well I've already had his number before so it's no big deal. But when I get them out of the way, no one will stop me from achieving what I have long sought out... The ACW World Heavyweight Championship. Just the feel of it makes my heart race. So yeah, I think this run is going to be the one that can make me or break me. We shall see.
Christine: Strong words, babe. I love hearing you get focused.
Matt: Well, y'know, when I got people like Corey and you supporting me, I don't really need much more. Although it is nice to have a fanbase.
Christine giggles and plants a kiss on Matt's lips before looking down at their son, who is still sound asleep.
Christine: I can't believe he's a year old already. Wouldn't that be nice if his daddy turned out to be a world champ?
Matt smiles and sounds most pleased at the prospect of winning the world title for his family. He knows there are obstacles to overcome but with every passing day, Matt knows that his priorities lie with his family, his band and his ringwork. As Matt turns to Christine and smiles, he then looks down at Corey and softly rubs his finger under his chin. Corey nudges at the action but does not wake. Matt then brings his wife closer to him and smiles.
Matt: Trust me. I'll make sure he knows what I've accomplished.
Fade.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Feb 28, 2010 16:49:50 GMT -5
Match: XS3's Open Invitational (Credit: XS3)
Phillip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Maple Creek, Saskatchewan, Canada, weighing in at 268 lbs, “The Destined One” XS3!
As “Hail Destroyer” enters the arena, the crowd begins to cheer the returning veteran. The curtain rustles and from the back appears... Christine! As she makes her way out onto the stage, she soon points to the curtain and XS3 emerges, trying to hype the crowd up. XS3 soon joins his wife and together, they high-five the fans they pass. Christine then makes her way up the steps while XS3 slides under the ropes into the ring. XS3 soon allows his wife to enter before mounting the second rope, raising his left arm in the air. XS3 sets down on the canvas and sneaks in a quick kiss for Christine before waiting for his opponent.
Phillip: And his opponent...
There is no music, no video but the lights dim and a sole spotlight is seen on the stage. From the back appears...
Phillip: Irie the Intimidator!
XS3 softly curses under his breath as Irie is accompanied by the spotlight. He soon makes his way down the ramp and at ringside. He steps onto the apron and over the ropes with ease before approaching XS3 in the center of the ring. Christine quietly makes her exit as the ref gets the match underway.
Bell rings.
XS3 attempts to lock up with Irie but the larger man throws XS3 to the canvas and slaps his chest, laughing. XS3 soon makes it to his feet and locks up with Irie once again. Irie pushes XS3 into the ropes but on the rebound, XS3 manages to duck under a clothesline attempt. Irie spins around and is rocked with fists and chops. XS3 soon bounces off the ropes and hits a flying forearm smash. Irie does not fall but he has faltered. XS3 tries another flying forearm smash but Irie still does not fall. XS3 then hits a dropkick to Irie's knee followed by a dropkick to Irie's face that sends the big man down. XS3 hops onto Irie for the cover but Irie kicks out at two, throwing XS3 off of him with force.
XS3 hits the canvas and grabs the ropes for support. Irie soon gets to his feet and clotheslines XS3 out of the ring to the outside. XS3 lands harshly as Irie steps over the ropes. Christine is seen checking up on her husband but soon backs off when Irie makes his way towards XS3. Irie grabs XS3 by his hair and throws him back into the ring before following suit. Irie soon bounces off the ropes and hits a leg drop, practically crushing XS3's larynx. Irie covers but gets a two out of the situation. Irie brings XS3 to his feet and throws him into the corner, using mauling hammer fist strikes to stun XS3. Irie soon backs up and prepares for a spear. XS3 scouts the move and uses the ropes to leapfrog over Irie, sending Irie crashing into the turnbuckle. Irie backs off, holding his shoulder, and XS3 capitalizes with the Ralph Klein Special, which gains a close two count.
Christine cheers for her husband and so do the fans as XS3 gets to his feet. Irie soon makes it up to his vertical base and XS3 hits a spinning side kick that doubles Irie over for a double arm DDT. XS3 soon backs up and looks for the Shadow Step to end the match. Irie soon makes it to his feet and XS3 charges. Irie manages to grab XS3 and hammer throws him into the turnbuckle. XS3 cries out in pain as Irie soon prepares himself for the Twig Snapper. XS3 is picked up over Irie's head in an amazing show of strength. As Irie prepares to hit the move, XS3 slips out from the back and grabs Irie's head, bringing him down with a sleeper hold slam. Irie is stunned once more and tries to make it to his feet. Sure enough, XS3 bounces off the ropes and greets Irie with a Shadow Step. XS3 lands on Irie, hooking the leg and getting the one... two... three.
Bell rings.
Phillip: Here is your winner, XS3!
XS3 is slowly getting to his feet after his match. Christine soon enters the ring and hugs her husband, smiling. The ref goes over and raises XS3's arm. Although XS3 knows Irie put up a hell of a fight, he feels content with coming away the victor. As the camera does a closeup of XS3, he speaks some words that the camera manages to catch.
XS3: Chris... You're next.
Fade.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Feb 28, 2010 16:54:27 GMT -5
Buy, buy, buy! By Dave Shadow & TJ As we cut to the next segment, we find the two members of The Renaissance standing backstage. With the Entertainment and World Championship belts over each man’s shoulder, TJ and Dave Shadow stand with major smiles on their faces. The two are decked out in ACW merchandise, both men’s muscles stretched the new Renaissance t-shirt out.Dave Shadow strikes several poses, really showing off the shirts in all their glory, as TJ stands looking at the camera. The more time passes, the more it becomes obvious that TJ is feeling slightly uncomfortable; his smile is strained and his eyes are constantly darting around the room looking for an escape. Dave, however, is in full merchandise shilling mode.
Dave: Ladies and gentlemen, do you want to look good? Do you want to be the envy of all your friends? Do you want to have the shirt which all men will want to have and which will make all the women want to have you? Well, here it is! Introducing the brand new, exclusive “Viva la Renaissance” t-shirts! All for the low, low price of $39.95! Isn’t that a steal, TJ?TJ doesn’t answer, the smile slipping from his face. He runs a hand over his face and folds his arms.
Dave: What’s wrong?The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You know I’m all for shameless plugging of our merch, but it just feels like some other team did this about a month ago, you know? And hell, look at Raj! He’s laughing! We see Roger, off camera, TJ’s personal cameraman and new ACW cameraman, laughing at the two of them.
Dave: TJ! Allow me to tell you that it is never embarrassing to advertise merchandise of such a high quality as these t-shirts. Look at how finely sewn they are. Look at the stitching. Look at the hems....The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Dave, I know, hell, I drew up the idea and gave it to the ACW people, but this… Dave: This is a steal, I know! And, ladies and gentlemen, act now and you’ll get yourself a copy of my upcoming new DVD “Dave Shadow – Meteor Rising” half price. This DVD includes all my greatest moments, including championship wins and massive victories over the likes of Dan White, Thunderkiss and many, many more.TJ and Dave remain silent for a few seconds, an akward silence passing between the two men. Dave continues to smile into the camera, before TJ puts his hands on his hips.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I take it we’re done this? Could get to talking about our matches. Dave: Killjoy. You know, those royalty checks won’t write themselves. Shilling merchandise is a very important aspect of being a professional wrestler.Before TJ can respond, a shout comes from off camera. The cameraman spins round as Hawthorne slams the door behind him. He looks furious as he storms up to his two champions, and places his hands firmly on his hips.
Hawthorne: When you came to me and asked if you could take a cameraman to do an advertisement, what did I tell you? Dave: I believe it was something along the lines of “The cameramen have better things to do tonight”, or something like that.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Hahaha, Raj having something better to do than follow me around. Hey, Hawthorne, I said you could have Raj, but he does what he wants to do. And he wanted to follow us while we plugging our new shirts. You like ‘em Sammy? Hawthorne: Not something like that. Exactly that. That was exactly what I said. When it comes to a pay per view, I need every cameraman either at ringside or ready to capture any action which may spill over into the backstage area. Not helping you two earn a quick buck. Dave: Oh, I thought you were being sarcas....Oh, god, this is a misunderstanding. I am so sorry. Cause you see...Hawthorne sighs and lowers his head. TJ folds his arms again and watches as Dave throws a quick smile back to his partner.
Hawthorne: Why do you torment me, Dave? Why do you not respect me? I wonder sometimes why I even put up with you. Hawthorne turns and walks towards the door, opening it and closing it softly. Dave’s smile immediately disappears, as TJ walks up to him.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Well, it’s a good question really? I mean why don’t you respect him? Dave: Cause he thinks’ because he owns the place that we should respect him. He hasn’t earned my respect, nor has he done anything which shows me he is for the better of ACW. I’ve seen too many people pose as someone who wants only the best for ACW, only for them to throw away those loyalties when their own needs can be met in another way.Dave walks over to a chair and sits down. It dawns on TJ now.... The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Ooooooh, noooow I get it. This has absolutely zip to do with Sammy. This is all about Thunderkiss and what’s he’s doing, don’t it? Dave: Yeah. You know, we had a relationship once, just like you and me have now. I looked up to TK, I wanted to learn from him. He always said what we were doing was for the good of ACW, even if the fans didn’t like it. Even if it didn’t always seem like it. I guess this match tonight has got me all riled up.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I can relate to that, Dave. I’ve got to defend the title against Rojo tonight. And while I know I can beat him, doesn’t mean I don’t feel nervous. And if that’s me with the Entertainment championship against one man, I can only imagine how you feel having to face 4 other men inside such a massive match. Dave: “Gods make their own importance”. It’s all relative, and I certainly didn’t mean to imply your defence was any less important than my own. If anything, right now, you and me hold all the power in ACW, and that means everyone is going to be out for us.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Dave you have to know by now that I take the fight to people before they take it to me. If there is a brawl, god knows I’m one of the ones who started it. I know there is a target on my back almost as big as yours, and like you, I wear it with pride and know that it’s going to take a damn army to take this belt off my waist. Dave: TJ, you’re a man after my own hear, you know that?Dave stands up and jumps up and down, trying to get his energy back. He shakes his head and arms, as the smile spreads across his face once more.
Dave: Big night for the Renaissance TJ. And I fully plan on having one hell of a celebration ceremony following this show, complete with both title belts. Understand?TJ salutes with a big grin. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ: Haha, I got you “Commander” Dave returns the salute.
Dave: And remember. As important as the match is, so too must we shill merchandise as much as we can. Like these fabulous shirts! And my new DVD!TJ shakes his head and walks off to the side of the camera, out of shot.
Dave: What? SHILL TJ! Sell as much as possible!Dave nods and continues smiling. But even he can’t hide the fact he is genuinely worried about his match tonight. He glances over to his World Title belt which hangs on a nearby locker door. He worked so hard to get the belt, so hard to achieve his dream. If he were to lose it tonight, he doesn’t know what he’d do.
He can’t lose tonight. He won’t.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Feb 28, 2010 16:58:05 GMT -5
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Feb 28, 2010 17:01:18 GMT -5
Match: Trace Birmingham vs. Thiago Gracie (Credit: Senator)
Maxwell McNally: This next match can be best described as a comedy of errors.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Or a tragedy, considering that poor Truman Abraham didn't even accept this bout so much as get pushed into it!
McNally: Whatever you way, Eddie, Trace Birmingham is here due to a series of miscommunications, and a bit of goading. Trace's ACW career hasn't been lined with victories, so perhaps this might be his big chance to gain some respect, even a good performance in a loss against the thus undefeated Thiago Gracie might work well enough.
Edison: Come on, Maxie, it doesn't matter how you fight, it's just about if you win or lose!
McNally: I would vehemently disagree with that absurdity, as would any of our fans who prefer great matches to monotonous one-sided affairs or cheap cheating wins would say.
Edison: Give me a break, a win is a win.
McNally: Well, if we might give this enlightened conversation a pause, I implore you to turn your attention to the entranceway, as we get down to action.
Soon, "Satisfaction" by the Rolling Stones plays over the PA system, as Trace Birmingham and Greg walk down to the ring.
Edison: Trance Armstrong looks about as scared as an elephant in a sewer full of mice...not sure how an elephant would fit in a sewer, but you get the point!
McNally: Not quite sure that I do, with your bizarre analogies, but I do think that Birmingham looks a bit less than enthusiastic here.
Before long, Gracie's Samba Beat intro plays, and Birmingham steels himself as he watches the gi-clad warrior walk down to the ring. Greg pats his friend on the back, before taking the microphone.
Greg: Hey, Gracie, George Burns called and told you to make him some coffee!
Trace: What in the hell are you doing?
Greg: Yeah, Gracie, hurry up and get to the ring already, you're walking slower than Maxwell McNally's grandmother!
McNally: Now that's not funny.
Greg: Gracie, Trace just said he was going to armbar everyone in your whole stupid family!
Trace: WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? HE'S GOING TO MURDER ME! WITH AN ARMBAR!
Thiago Gracie, who entered carrying the Brazilian Flag on his back, had been quietly folding the emblem before handing it to a ringside official while Greg had been shouting his abuse, but as soon as he steps into the ring, Greg rolls out, and Gracie's fiery glare descends upon poor Trace Birmingham. Referee Carter Donovan calls for the bell to ring...and just as soon as it does, Trace, who had been trying to assume a fighting stance, decides better of it, and follows his friend's lead, rolling under the ropes.
Edison: What's this?
McNally: Can't say that I blame him, but, really...
Trace backpedals up the ramp, as Donovan starts counting him out. Gracie, for his part, remains in the middle of the ring.
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McNally: The least he could do is come back and take the loss. Gary's done that for years, despite being far more outmatched than Birmingham ever has, and he actually has a number of key wins to his name over some of the top stars in company history.
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Edison: Aww, man, we're not even going to see a match here, bet Gracie's going to love this!
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Phillip Jones: Your winner, by countout...wait...referee Carter Donovan has called this a no-contest!
Thiago Gracie shakes his head at the results of the match, before grabbing Greg's fallen microphone off the mat.
Thiago: This is no good! Trace Barmingham, get back and take the armbar like a man, not a crying child!
Carter Donovan taps Thiago on the shoulder, motioning for him to leave, but that was the worst possible thing to do at the moment, and Gracie immediatly drops the microphone, pulling Donovan over with a seoi nage Judo throw without even turning around, and drops down into a quick armbar, forcing the referee to tap out! With that, Gracie picks the mike back up, having not even broken a sweat.
Gracie: That will be you, Trace! Victory by Armbar! The only way to win!
Fade Out
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