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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 8, 2010 23:03:08 GMT -5
TJ vs The Red Panther - Non-title (Written by The Red Panther)
The two shake hands as the bell rings. The match starts off with Panther and TJ trading light strikes. TJ gets the upper hand with a big punch which sends Panther sprawling into the ropes. TJ whips Panther across the ring and on the rebound hits Panther with a choke lift spine buster. The early big move hurts Panther but TJ can only get a one. TJ lifts Panther up but gets an uppercut to the ribs for his troubles. Panther arm drags TJ and then spins around quickly to arm drag him back again. Panther goes for a third arm drag but TJ pushes him off and starts stomping him. Panther tries to get away but TJ pushes him into the corner and starts punching him hard. Panther can't move and it is like TJ is beating fish in a barrel. TJ goes to pick Panther up and whip him across the ring but Panther counters, tossing TJ across instead.
Panther runs at TJ and Pele kicks him in the jaw, sending TJ to the mat. Panther covers but gets one. Panther doesn't let TJ up and begins to ground and pound him, laying into him with alternating hammer fists. Before Panther can do much damage TJ throws him off, smashing his face into the corner. Panther stumbles away, holding his face. Panther turns and ducks a clothesline from TJ. TJ turns and Panther rolls him up, getting two. TJ gets up and yells at Panther, who shrugs. Panther goes for a leg sweep but TJ jumps over it with a unique show of agility. TJ quickly backs up and then spears Panther to the mat. TJ covers but gets two. TJ stands up and when Panther stands goes for a punch, only for Panther to duck and grab TJ, going for a Barrett .50 Cal (Leg hook northern lights suplex), but TJ hits him across the back with a double axe handle. TJ wraps his arms around Panther and flips him into a fireman's carry. TJ roars and hits him with the P.O.D. TJ covers for the three.
[spoilers]Winner: TJ[/spoiler]
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 8, 2010 23:08:32 GMT -5
Segment: Yet another segment about Matthew Keith Irvine and his famdamily (Credit: XS3)
On the Saturday before Matt Irvine was scheduled to head out for Warfare, the man known as XS3 was at home, playing Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2. Playing along with him was his niece Lauren Terry, who was spending the weekend at the Irvine residence. The two were the only ones at home as Christine and Corey went to visit Christine's sister down in Medicine Hat. As Lauren attempted to sneak up on Matt's character, Matt spun around and knifed his niece to win the match. Matt slowly smirked as Lauren looked on with a look of faux anger.
Lauren: You cheated, you cheater!
Matt: Lies. All lies.
Lauren: I clearly was winning!
Matt: Nope.
Lauren: Go back to putting people in headlocks, you stupid American!
Matt: What did you call me?
Lauren: A STUPID AMERICAN! ACK!
Matt, not having any of his niece's shenanigans, reached his fingers into Lauren's armpits and pinned her down, tickling her. Lauren thrashed about in an attempt to escape but it was of no use.
Lauren: AHAHAHAHAHA! STOP IT! PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHA!
Matt: Am I Canadian?! Eh?!
Lauren: YES YOU ARE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Matt finally stopped and watched Lauren continue to shake with laughter for a few more seconds afterward. Matt playfully ruffled her hair and Lauren responded with a punch to Matt's arm.
Lauren: You're an ass.
Matt: Yeah well, what can I say? Heh.
Matt soon stood up from the couch afterward and began to stretch, having been glued to the couch for a good while. Lauren got up from her spot and shut off the PS3, soon turning to her uncle.
Lauren: Hey thanks again for letting me spend the weekend here.
Matt: Anytime, sweetie. I know you've got some shit going on with your mom and I think you two just really need a break from each other.
Lauren: Yeah...
Matt then walked over to the fridge, reaching in and grabbing a Pepsi. He offered one to Lauren, who declined the offer. Matt then started drinking his Pepsi as Lauren looked around for a small bit, briefly basking in the silence.
Matt: Um, if you don't mind me asking... What is going on down at your place?
Lauren: We were arguing about my dad.
Matt set his drink down on the counter and looked on at his niece.
Matt: Really?
Lauren: Yeah, she said that she had already moved on and I needed to do the same. But she doesn't get it. I miss him so much. There's not a day that goes by where I don't think of him. I never got to spend that much time with him... It's been driving me nuts.
Another awkward silence occurred. Lauren soon looked away from her uncle and briefly sniffled. Matt noticed a tear fall from her face to the floor.
Lauren: Uncle Matt... Did my dad love me?
Matt gasped upon hearing the question and turned Lauren to face her. He wiped some tears from his niece's face.
Matt: Why would you ask such a thing? Of course he did. He never outright told us that you were his kid but he had nothing but kind words about you. He was always talking about how beautiful you were, how smart you were, what you had accomplished. He was so proud of you. Just because he wasn't around doesn't mean he didn't love you.
Lauren smiled upon hearing those words. Matt soon put his arm around his niece and led her down the hallway.
Matt: I want to show you something.
The two soon entered Matt and Christine's room and Matt opened a drawer, rummaging around through the contents. Lauren brushed a few strands of hair from out of her eyes. Matt turned around and handed her a box.
Matt: We found this when we were cleaning out the closet yesterday. This was supposed to be given to you on the day of your graduation. Turns out he wouldn't be around to see it. Regardless, we want you to have it. This will serve as a reminder that no matter what, Parker is always going to watch over you.
Lauren looked up at Matt and then at the box and then up at Matt again. She opened the box and upon seeing it's contents, began to shed more tears. Lauren pulled out the item: a necklace. Matt nodded upon seeing the necklace and watched as Lauren placed it around her neck. Matt nodded once more and smiled. Lauren got a huge grin on her face and wrapped her arms around her uncle.
Lauren: Thank you... so much...
Matt did not need to respond; he knew that seeing his niece happy was enough to keep him happy as well. The two soon exited the room together and headed back to possibly play more COD. As Lauren looked down, admiring her necklace, Matt looked down at her and smiled. He knew that his brother was watching over his daughter from a better place and knew that no matter what, Lauren would always be protected.
Fade.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 8, 2010 23:09:42 GMT -5
Origin Story - Part Two Vexan rushes around his laboratory, tiding everything into it’s proper place, making sure that there’s not a single file or piece of equipment out of place. This is the moment he has been dreaming about since he began on this project, but one he never really thought about in a serious way. So long he has spent on building this up from the ground, he never stopped to think about what would happen when the day finally came.
A knock on his door echoed through the room, as Vexan stood frozen to the spot for a few moments. The knock came again, snapping him back to life. Vexan rushed to the door and twisted the handily slowly, opening it and letting the man outside in. The man walked into the room without waiting for an invitation. He walked with an air of importance and arrogance, but Vexan had long since learned to accept this. He moved out of the way, allowing the man in.Vexan: Sir, it’s a pleasure to see you, as always.The man cut him off abruptly. The time for brown-nosing was over. Tonight was purely about business. Man: Is it ready?Vexan: Yes sir. I’ve already begun the countdown, but I thought best to wait until you arrived. Man: Good. Smart. That’s why I brought you on for this. Is everything looking good?Vexan:Yes sir. Stats are all perfect, and everything is registering exactly as we had planned. There have been no complications and I foresee a perfect activation.Man: Good.By now, the man has already made his way over to the chamber which sits in the corner of the room. He stands looking up at it, a sly smile spreading across his face.Man: Do it.Vexan doesn’t say another word. Instead, he moves over to the side of the chamber and grabs hold of a control which hangs from the ceiling. There is a final moment of trepidation, but a nod from the man tells him there is no point wasting any more time. Vexan presses the button, and the chamber whirrs to life.
Lights flash, as the glass slowly parts down the middle, opening up slowly to reveal the naked form of a large, dark skinned man. The smoke pours out of the chamber, and some liquids dribble out over the edge. Vexan steps up into the machine and removes some wires which are attached to various body parts. The man simply stands watching the scene unfold, arms folded and his smile growing bigger by the moment.
It takes about 30 seconds for the process to finish, but for Vexan, it takes an eternity. This is what he has dedicated two years for. And now is the moment of truth.
The man in the chamber opens his eyes and looks at Vexan and the man. He takes a step forward, climbing out of the machine. The man steps forward. Man: State your name.The large figure replies only one word.? ? ?: Hades.Man: State your objective.? ? ?: Destroy. Vexan let’s out a little cackle.Vexan: It’ worked! It worked! Project Hades is a success. Man: Do not speak too soon. The real test has yet to come. Is he ready for transport?Vexan: Of course.Man: Good. Get him some proper gear and bring him out to the car. We’ve not got long left until the big reveal.Vexan:Yes, Mr. Child.Edmund Child grins and nods at Vexan once more, before turning and walking out of the room once more. Vexan is left alone with his new monster. Project Hades has been a success in it’s launch, but if it fails once they bring it to the next stage....
No. Vexan dare not think about it. He laughs again, and walks over to a box. Edmund Child is not the type of man one fails. Doing so can be dangerous, as his enemies have discovered in the past. Vexan is smarter than to get on his bad side.
Unlike some.
He grabs the box and walks over to Hades once more. He looks at the marvellous beauty of the man’s form. Vexan may not be God. But right now, he feels as close to one as is humanly possible....
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 8, 2010 23:12:30 GMT -5
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.
--Robert Frost For those that are shallow enough to judge a book by its cover, then the slender figure that stands amidst the snow and ice of Colorado's Rocky Mountains would be doomed to fail in this business that seemingly favors white-hot stars. Not all passion burns brightly only to fade away into obscurity, however; some smolders beneath the surface, allowing a deceptive layer of cool to form that is more than capable of throwing off an opponent. Such is the case with the young woman whose back is to the camera, her white duster rising and falling with the wind while chocolate-colored curls struggle to free themselves from the ponytail that they have been tamed into. A few strands have made their escape, although it is of little consequence; if appearance were required for this competitor's comfort, after all, then she would be curled up fireside in one of the innumerable cabins that are sprinkled across the landscape. For a moment, she is silent, mulling over her words while waiting for the wind to drop enough to allow her voice to be heard. Mother Nature complies with her unspoken wish soon enough - either that, or She is readying Herself for another frigid breath. When this young woman speaks, her tone is suitably cool and formal as it rings forth into the almost unnatural hush, the sound itself pleasant enough.In the six years that Alpha Championship Wrestling has been in existence, legends have been born... but the vast majority of the talent to walk through those doors have faded into obscurity, their candles consumed all too soon by being burned at both ends. So many competitors have fallen short of their promises and proclamations, leaving naught but broken dreams to be buried beneath the failures of their successors that the landscape looks bleak indeed. A select few, however, have managed to claw and scrape their way to the top of the heap, burning themselves into the memory of this business...The brunette softly chuckles, the sound brief and almost entirely devoid of its usual warmth and candor....and soon, I shall rise to take my place among that chosen few.
The road will be long and treacherous, but I will endure the slings and arrows, the blows and beatings as I make my climb up the mountain. Much like the glaciers that have carved this continent, I will sweep across ACW, molding and shaping the landscape as I see fit. Nothing will deter me from my path... and no one will stop me from achieving my goal. You may call it ego if you are so desperate to belittle my confidence, but your words will prove to be as meaningless when the chill takes your breath away, leaving you broken and helpless beneath the snow. Ice water may not flow through my veins, but the cold is nothing that I fear; instead, I embrace it, allowing it to help me move forward.The sound of snow crunching underfoot is dimly heard as the young woman turns around, deigning to reveal her appearance properly to any that watch this introduction. She is lovely to be certain, beautiful with blue eyes that would rival the sky overhead were it not for the clouds obscuring it from view... but much like the scenery around her, there is a cold, distant quality to her appearance that places her just beyond reach. The slightest of smiles tug at full lips before she continues. As her breath leaves her mouth, it turns into an ephemeral fog that clings to her mouth like a lover reluctant to depart - but depart it does, vanishing into the air around her.I am the Angel of Winter, Sachiele Willows... and no matter how brightly you may think you burn, you will not overcome the freezing cold that you are about to experience.The wind picks back up, Sachiele's ponytail succumbing to the wind to allow her hair to billow freely around her. Everything fades to black as that penetrating, freezing gaze remains unbroken with the camera's lens, the errant curl or two that manages to sweep in the way of her features doing nothing to lessen the cold intensity in her eyes.Credit: Sachiele Willows
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 8, 2010 23:13:32 GMT -5
MATCH BEGINNING:Danny Mainer went to a flying start with some big right hands straight to the face of the technician Smart who try as he might with his technical work couldn’t keep up with Mainer’s grace and speed. Mainer was coming from all angles brutalizing Smart with some VICIOUS stiff kicks to the chest and thighs before launching off the ropes with a springboard clothesline bring Smart to the ground. Mainer was on a roll and roared out to the crowd who got right behind him. Climbing up the ropes he obviously indicated to do a big top rope move but Smart was on him like a fly on shit and yanked one foot out from underneath him causing him to land a four foot drop crookedly on one leg causing his whole body to ache and jar. Mainer rolled around clutching his leg, the damage been done now. Mainer yelled in agony, this move had really done some damage to The King of Vegas and it was obvious it would set the pace of the match. MATCH MIDDLE:Mainer was stumbling a bit now after the top rope throw off that he’d received from Smart but now the odds had turned after he’d nailed a few strikes but not for long as he was nailed with the Smart Variation Dragon Sleeper which he cranked the pressure on highly. Smart now in total control of the contest had successfully cinched in three successful kneebars and hit some other strong chop blocks and even a knee breaker and now he was going to wind it up again. Shoving Mainer between his legs he went for the SmartDriver but Mainer with the back body drop countered although his leg buckled out from underneath him as he did it. Mainer clutched his leg and staggered into a corner as Smart slowly staggered to his feet. Mainer sprinted forward leaping a good five feet off the ground as he hit The Flatliner Muay Thai knee cracking the technician right between the eyes with full velocity. MATCH END:Hitting the ground with a thud, Smart was defenceless as Mainer made an overhead X gesture getting this audience pumped up out of their minds. Smart now on the floor, slowly staggered to his feet and Mainer was relentless as he locked in the Russian Roulette Muay Thai clinch firing off several powerful knee and elbow strikes ripping through the ribcage of Smart with authorative power. Allowing Smart to stagger back, he leapt up forthe Psycho Holiday but Smart stood back and attempted to lock in the SmartShooter. This proved difficult as Mainer was a slippery creature and rolled out of Smart’s clutches. Back on his feet a Made Hand later followed by the Extended Vacation but this too failed as Smart elbowed Mainer and slid down. Smart went for the Pain Equation but Mainer with a swift superkick straight to the chops solved that problem. Mainer quickly took opportunity and hit te Double Down scoring the 123 for the win. WINNER: Danny Mainer VIA Double Down (12:02)
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 8, 2010 23:14:53 GMT -5
Suddenly the cameras cut away to the view of a long and deserted open field. With a gentle rain falling, the camera picks up the sound of the cameraman’s feet on top of the wet grass. The camera occasionally pans to either side, indicating that the cameraman is attempting to find something. Eventually, the camera finds its query, seated calmly against a small fence near the edge of the field. There sits the unmistakable figure that has become so synonymous with these types of locations. There sits the slumped image of the one called The Scorpion.
However, what is more interesting is what is flowing through the dark soul’s mind at the moment, for it is truly a frightening ordeal. Imagine lying in pain and agony, not once being able to embrace the concept of physical peace. The sharp pain and crushing emotional hardship overtakes the body soon after, thrusting the soul into a final state of warfare. Purity and sin engage in a final apocalyptic battle as the priest reads the physical body the last rites, each side attempting to have the last word. The battle ends shortly after, with the rest of the world knowing it is done once the physical being finally passes on.
However what the rest of the world doesn’t see is what occurs within one after the physical body dies. The soul is taken over by the acidic sin and transforms from a pure paradise to an eternal black abyss. The soul becomes corrupted and completely evil, obtaining the form that is so often seen in flashes during the course of human life. As a result, the soul is judged to be a denizen of evil and sentenced to an eternity of never-ending pain and despair in the realm of oblivion.
Yet what one fails to realize is that there is a way to prevent this war from continuing. There is a way for a truce to be called, for the battles to finally end and the casualties to finally cease. However, a truce can never be fully implemented if one side fails to truly believe in it. This is the fate that befalls the human race, as their emotions intervene and refuse to allow the light to overcome its eternal enemy the darkness.
As the darkness builds strength it begins to influence the human spirit, heightening the appeal of sin and wrongdoing. The light attempts to intervene, however human emotions side with the darkness, in turn increasing its power. The emotions of a human being are the ultimate downfall of the human spirit, as they refuse to allow the spirit to acknowledge its inherent weakness and beg for help. The light cannot simply be granted, it must be asked for if it is to serve its true purpose. Yet none request the help thanks to their emotions, which forces light into submission against the darkness, as its true purpose cannot be served.
This is why the human spirit is inherently damned to destruction. Thanks to their emotions, they are unable to express logicality and sense. Human beings are nothing more than marionettes, lifeless puppets that exist as nothing more than shell casings for their spirits. It is the human spirit that truly gives the world the idea of “self”, therefore when one’s spirit is instinctually evil, so forth is the self evil as well.
This is the revelation that the human world wishes to disregard. Throughout eons upon eons of time, the same core philosophy has always stood: those who are good are rewarded and those who are evil are punished. Yet in spite of this philosophy, the weak and powerless human beings are constantly walking the path of evil. A great and mighty higher being wishes to redirect them down the path that does not end with destruction, yet his attempts are in vain thanks to the evil effectively overtaking the spirit.
Therefore it is necessary to restore the universe to the way it once was; to obliterate sin’s initial creation and forge a new existence made solely out of pure light. It is here where the message truly garners the most attention, as it calls for the saving of the faithful and the destruction of the damned. While the apocalyptic destruction destroys all that is evil, the golden light of innocence shining from the saved will envelop their forms and protect them from the torturous end. The beautiful golden gates will open once more and humanity will be readmitted into paradise. After all this time the journey shall finally end and the faithful shall get the rewards they have desired for so long. Finally, the messenger will have completed his task…
However he also knows that this apocatastasis is not possible in this current span of the endless venture known as time. He knows that while he intends only for peace and serenity, he is abhorred as a bringer of only pain and destruction. He suffers internally everyday from a necessary isolation, a required shut off from the rest of the known world. He works alone every trying day, his faith the only source of comfort he has left. Yet he also knows that everything will be worth it in the end, a fact that accelerates his desire for the end to come, which in turn raises his destructive power to eliminate those not among the saved.
He sees it inside of everyone, that inherent notion to be evil and embrace the appealing figure of the darkness. He knows that it takes an incredible presence of will to overpower this appeal and instead embrace the pure light. He sees himself for what he is: a loyal and devoted messenger of the will of god. He is to be the executioner of the damned and the eternal hero of the saved. He will be the one that eventually reads all humanity its last rites. He will be the first one to step through the gates and fall in overwhelming joy when he finally realizes paradise once again.
Knowing this he continues further, going about his methods a specific way. With every unswayable sinner he defeats his power grows all the more powerful. Using his power to attract the greedy and lusting minions of darkness he strikes them down with his all-powerful seraphic radiance. He slashes them with his blade and watches their blood run freely, knowing all the time that his efforts are not in vain and that he is simply performing the will of god. He is a destructive force of enormous power, but also is the eternal preacher of the good word. He is hated by all and loved by none, yet still does not care. Is he a psychotic misanthrope? Is he a blinded follower of warped dogma? Is he a sadistic sociopath? In fact he is none of these…he is the literal embodiment of the will of god.
With this final thought, the young one’s eyes snap open quickly and he leans forward to take some breaths. His meditation has grown more and more strenuous recently, a sure sign that he is performing his tasks properly and embracing the truth, as the crushing weight of truth is indeed a heavy burden to bear. He embraces the quiet darkness he feels, situated in a long abandoned field. He finds his only source of earthly serenity in this dark solitude, for it is here that he can embrace his one true source of comfort.
Seemingly experiencing some bizarre type of euphoric pleasure from the isolation, the dark soul finally breaks away from his thought process and speaks aloud.
The Scorpion: Per chi ha fede, nessuna spiegazione è necessaria. A uno senza fede, nessuna spiegazione è possibile.
Once again speaking in foreign languages for seemingly his open personal amusement, The Scorpion softly snickers to himself before calmly translating.
The Scorpion: “To one who has faith, no explanation is necessary. To one without faith, no explanation is possible.” Spoken by the philosopher St. Thomas Aquinas in a vain attempt to explain the power that the will of the divine has over the human psyche. It can produce a multitude of emotions, from the strongest rage to the calmest serenity. To accept it is to find meaning, to deny it is to invite the scythe of the spiritual reaper. The question here which side will one pick? Will they take the easy way out and happily march down the path to obliteration with no suffering? Or will they show their bravery and drag their pain-afflicted bodies towards purity, even while streaming tears of blood? Only the eternal master known as time will reveal these answers. Until that apex approaches, the nightmare will not end…
Having seemingly said his peace, The Scorpion calmly closes his eyes once again and rests under the raindrops as the camera slowly fades to black…
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 8, 2010 23:17:49 GMT -5
Origin Story - Part Three
HERE COME THE DRUMS! HERE COME THE DRUMS! The crowd come to their feet as the ever familiar music of Dave Shadow starts pounding out over the arena’s sound system. The man himself isn’t far behind, walking out through the curtains. However, gone is his usual smile. Gone is his swagger. Gone is the confidence.
And indeed....gone is his World Championship.
Yes, Dave Shadow nearly looks naked as he walks down the entrance ramp sans title belt, having been relieved of it by Chris Phenomenal at Ragnarok. He looks slightly glum as he walks down the entrance ramp, slapping the hands of a few fans but obviously distracted. He has a lot on his mind, and ever since ACW.com announced he wanted to make an announcement, word has been buzzing as to what he wants to say.
Dave clambers in through the ropes and pulls a microphone out of his back pocket. His music dies down slowly until it’s gone, quickly replaced by cheers for Dave; he may have lost the title but the crowd are still firmly behind him. This show of support causes him to smile, as he looks round at the arena. Slowly, he raises the microphone up to his mouth; the words do not come easily for him.
Dave: Last Sunday, history repeated itself. In my time here in ACW, I have won three championships. I won the Entertainment Championship. And then I lost it to Chris Phenomenal. I won the International Championship. And then I lost it to Chris Phenomenal. And I won the World Championship. And then, at Ragnaok....I lost it to Chris Phenomenal.
You may notice a pattern developing there. It would appear that Chris Phenomenal has developed into the proverbial thorn in my side. Every time I clear a hurdle....Chris is there to trip me up and ruin my bids for greatness. Well, I may not like him, but I wish him the best of luck in his reign.The crowd are booing loudly; they don’t like Chris by any stretch of the imagination and aren’t impressed.
Dave: There is something which you fans talk about. I believe you all call it....”The Champion’s Curse”. It seems that since I joined ACW, every wrestler who picks up the World title, loses it and then fades out slowly. See, holding the World Title is a big target on your back, and a bigger weight on your shoulders. And when that is relieved, when you lose the title....I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a relief. I felt that this week. I felt the relief of not being the top guy. And although I always promised myself I’d fight it, I can appreciate why the Champion’s Curse claims so many souls.And thus, it is with regret that I have asked for this time, to inform every fan of mine out there...
The crowd are on their feet booing. They don’t like the way this monologue is going. They don’t want Dave to finish the sentence. They fear the end.
Dave: .....that this is one soul the CHAMPION’S CURSE WILL. NOT. CLAIM!The crowd start cheering loudly now, the swerve being much appreciated.
Dave: I lost my championship belt, but I don’t plan on taking that lying down. I don’t plan on just giving up and letting Chris Phenomenal or whoever else walk away thinking that this is the end of the Dave Shadow story. I was champion, and I fully plan on taking that title of MINE back again. And that’s why I plan on invoking my rematch clause right here, right no.....However, as he tries finishing the sentence, music starts to play over the speakers. Strange music. Not Phenomenal, as one might expect,. In fact, it’s someone that has never walked through the curtains before. Edmund Child has a microphone in hand as he takes his place at the top of the ramp, a smug look on his face. Child has been pestering Dave for weeks, constantly making advances trying to get him to sign as a client. And it’s for that reason that Dave now folds his arms and tilts his head, looking extremely unimpressed that he has been interrupted.
Child: Dave Shadow. I give you one final chance to sign up as my client. No more pitches. No more angles. Yes? Or no?Dave: Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to Edmund Child. Talent agent, publicist extraordinaire and a real slime ball of a man. Child, what are you doing out here? In fact, no. Don’t tell me. Allow me to answer your question the same way I have for the last few weeks. No, I won’t sign anything. No I won’t join you. In fact., I am sick of your face. Bugger off.Child closes his eyes and smirks. This answer has not come as a surprise to him, In fact, he was nearly hoping for it.
Child: Fine, Dave. Do not say that I did not give you a chance. Ladies and gentlemen, it is thus my pleasure to introduce ACW’s newest wrestler, and the man who is about to destroy a former world champion. My client. HADES!The crowd fall into silence, as two men emerge through the curtains; one, Dr. Vexan, is a small and weedy man, dressed in a white labcoat. He cackles like mad, as he leads another man down the ramp, walking behind him and screaming instructions. It is the other man who has the crowd silent. Hades. The giant mountain of a man strolls down the ramp, standing at about 6 foot 6, muscles bulging to a scary extent. He flexes as he moves towards the ring, but there is no emotion on his face. He simply obeys the order of his two masters. Half way down the ramp, they join Child, and all three walk towards the ring.
Dave has dropped the microphone, and the serious look has returned to his face. He takes off his jacket and prepares himself; Dave has been in this business long enough to know things aren’t going to end in pleasantries and a hug. These guys aren’t looking to make a new friends...at least, not any more.
Hades steps over the ropes, as Vexan and Child climb up onto the apron. Hades and Dave stand opposite sides of the ring, Hades towering over the much smaller Shadow. Shadow tries his best not to look intimidated but it is hard when someone as big as this man is staring at you. Hades bends over slightly and flexes his arm muscles, his neck bulging out. The muscles on this guy are absolutely unreal. Dave knows what he has to do...
Dave lunges forward and throws a big punch at Hades, connecting with his head. Dave takes a step back, as Hades stares back at him, having barely felt the shot at all. Vexan and Child look delighted on the apron, Vexan continuing his maniacal laughing. His research has paid off.
Hades screams loudly, and charges, nearly taking Dave’s head off with a big clothes line. Dave lifts his hands to block, but against the massive power of Hades, he may as well have tried stopping a freight train. Dave goes down hard, but Hades doesn’t plan on giving him even a second to think; he grabs Dave by the hair and drags him to his feet, throws him in the corner, and follows him in with another big clothesline. Dave collapses to the canvas, his eyes closed.McNally: Dear God, I’ve never seen Dave man-handled like this before! Child signals for Vexan to climb down off the apron, as the two men reach under the ring and pull out a table. They slide it in to the ring, as Hades looks at it. Vexan starts ordering him to set it up; Hades obeys instantly, as he drags it to the corner and props it up. Child and Vexan climb under the bottom rope, as Hades grabs Dave and moves him towards the table. He pushes Dave towards the wood and takes a few steps back. Dave is just awake enough to push himself back to his feet, using the wooden table for leverage. Hades stalks Dave, watching him, nearly foaming at the mouth. Vexan and Child watch carefully, as Dave pushes away from the table and turns round....
Hades charges across the ring, straight at Dave. He pushes both hands into Dave’s gut, followed by his shoulders; Dave is lifted off the ground and put straight through the table, sending splinters every where. The modified spear has left Dave in a crumpled mess, looking like he’s been in a horrible car crash. He lies on the ground, folded up, and doesn’t move.
Hades climbs up and takes a few steps back, as Child and Vexan grab an arm each and spin him round to look at the hard camera. Hades poses, flexing and stretching his muscles, screaming like the monster he is. The crowd are completely silent. In such a short time, the former World Champion was absolutely demolished, so incredible easily. The announcers don’t speak. The camera shows a small child in a “Dave Shadow” t-shirt crying, weeping into his mother’s embrace.
As we fade to the last commercial, Hades, Child and Vexan pose for the camera. The last image we see is a zoom in on ACW’s newest man monster, and the group who will become known...as Project Hades!
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 8, 2010 23:19:35 GMT -5
As we come in from our final commercial, Edison and McNally show the stunning footage of Dave Shadow being taken out just moments ago and then a follow up that Omega Effect tickets are now on sale.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 8, 2010 23:20:32 GMT -5
Match: #1 Contender’s Match Macho Man RDK vs. XS3 (Credit: XS3)
As soon as we return from the break, we see Macho Man finishing up his entrance posing. The crowd is still cheering him as XS3 tells Christine to exit the ring for her own safety. She complies but not before planting a kiss on her husband’s lips for luck. XS3 smiles briefly before turning back to face his opponent, the Macho Man RDK.
Bell rings.
As the crowd goes back and forth with “RDK” and “XS3” chants, the two Canadians lock up in the center of the ring. Due to having the slight advantage in height and weight, RDK places XS3 in a side headlock and keeps the pressure firmly applied. XS3 is not having any of this and he pushes RDK off the ropes. Unfortunately, XS3 falls for the clichéd shoulder block trick. XS3 soon dodges an elbow drop and gets in a side headlock on RDK, who is feeling his Machomaniacs tonight. RDK lifts XS3 up like a back suplex but cannot manage to get XS3 off of him just yet. XS3 uses a headlock takedown to bring RDK down, much to the approval of Christine. RDK fights off XS3 and pushes him aside. XS3 rolls back to his feet and the two share a standoff, much to the crowd’s approval.
XS3 locks up with RDK again but is forced back into the corner. RDK unloads with a knife edge chop to XS3’s chest. XS3 receives another chop before unleashing a massive chop in retaliation. XS3 chops a couple more times then tries for one more. RDK ducks under it and hits a series of his Macho Overhand punches. XS3 is rocked by the punches as RDK whips him off the ropes. XS3 is practically turned inside out from a lariat and RDK gets the crowd on its feet. Christine looks on in concern as RDK pins XS3, getting only a two count. RDK picks up XS3 and whips him off the ropes. XS3 ducks under another lariat attempt and springs off the opposite ropes, nailing the flying forearm smash with precision. XS3 lands on RDK for the pin but only gets a two count.
XS3 soon picks up RDK and looks to connect with a double arm DDT. RDK manages to spin himself around and hit a swinging neckbreaker on XS3. RDK is getting back to his feet and continues to hype up the crowd. However, a disturbance is heard from the crowd as Chris Phenomenal hops the guard rail. A surge of boos hits the arena as Chris enters the ring. The ref looks on as Chris approaches RDK and gets in his face. XS3 is just getting to his feet as Chris soon looks down at XS3 and cracks a smile. RDK soon looks over at XS3 then with a small smile on his face, steps back. The crowd knows what’s coming and they boo as Chris unloads on XS3 with the Superman Punch, dropping him like a sack of bricks.
Bell rings.
As the crowd’s booing towards the two men seems to increase, Phillip asks everyone in attendance to settle down as the ref soon explains the situation to Phillip. With a small nod, Phillip guides the mic to his mouth and speaks.
Phillip: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match as a result of a disqualification and the NEW #1 Contender to the ACW World Championship… XS3!
Chris and RDK do not show any concern for XS3 gaining the #1 Contendership… They just want to beat the hell out of XS3 some more. XS3 is shown lifeless on the canvas and RDK rolls him over, delivering a series of stiff punches to XS3’s face. The crowd is booing this act of treason against XS3 but RDK cares not. Chris soon puts the boots to XS3 and holds the title up to his lifeless face, screaming about how XS3 will never hold the title. Chris soon puts a foot on XS3’s chest and raises his arms in the air.
Just then, Christine leaps into the ring and jumps on top of her husband to protect her from anymore harm. All Chris can do is laugh as Christine glares at the champion. XS3 is slowly coming to, only to witness RDK grabbing Christine by the legs and dragging her towards the center of the ring. As Chris stomps on XS3 some more, the crowd boos as RDK grabs Christine’s legs and crosses them before turning her over into the Texas Cloverleaf. Christine is crying out in pain and she begins slamming the canvas repeatedly with her hand, trying to tap out in an attempt to get RDK to stop this heinous onslaught.
Chris soon goes over to Christine and drops down to his stomach, mimicking her anguish. Chris wipes away some faux tears as RDK leans back to apply more pressure on the Texas Cloverleaf. Christine has long since given up tapping and is seen in so much pain, tears stream down her face. Finally, RDK lets Christine go and she holds her lower back in pain. Chris and RDK soon join together in the center of the ring and raise their arms in victory, soaking in the crowd’s booing. Chris holds his title aloft as it appears that the Mega Star Alliance is back in action. Chris and RDK soon exit the ring and mock the fallen couple in the ring.
Inside the ring, XS3 is slowly recuperating from the attack and he slowly crawls his way over to Christine. As Christine continues to hold her back in agony, XS3 grabs her by the head and pulls her in closer to him. The crowd suddenly turns their heads to the entrance ramp and sees XS3’s bandmates from Demon Inc. rush down to aide their fallen friends. Maximus grabs Christine and cradles her in his arms as Ken and Fox pull XS3 out of the ring, placing both of his arms over their shoulders. Kenji looks on in disappointment as the crowd begins to cheer Demon Inc. up the ramp with every step they take. XS3 looks over at Christine as he gingerly limps up the ramp.
XS3 cannot muster an expression because of his pain. But he knows that the newly reunited Mega Star Alliance are now #1 on his hit list.
Fade out.
END OF SHOW
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Post by runaway on Mar 9, 2010 10:53:11 GMT -5
A couple of notes here. - Sachiele Willows has a great return debut something segment here. I'm looking forward to what she has to bring back to the table here in ACW. - Claude LaBatard continues to impress and amuse me with his segments. I hope the Alpha Watch becomes a regular feature, this was a great start. - Mainer and Baird's interaction was easily my favorite segment of the night. Scotsmen ftw. - The Scorpion remains an epic writer. I always get the vision of Scorpion walking on a hillside during the beginning of a thunderstorm, holding a sword in one hand and the head of his enemy in the other. Can there be only one...?...! - And finally, good job once again to Shadow and Phenomenal for their segments. I'm perplexed by the backstory of Vexan but it should make for something interesting. And I'm looking forward to continuing this feud with CP. - And one more thing, MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACH! Even though you hurt mah wife
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Post by Buddy Ghee on Mar 9, 2010 19:13:03 GMT -5
Oh. Crap. Forgot to send off the promo. Lemme do that.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 9, 2010 20:20:52 GMT -5
Quick note to say that I've added something from Mainer and Buddy and will likely have mine up in a might few.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 12, 2010 18:18:52 GMT -5
Not a bad show guys, would have loved to hit the big three page mark but we were close.
Few notes ---
--Criminal and Buddy Ghee did a good job using the tag team match as a positive and helped put them both over in a way. Good heel-heel team promo here. --Scorpion as always with a big segment. He's Ridley esque in his descriptions and his story telling voice is awesome. He's definitely someone to watch out for in the coming months. --Baird is fuckin' ace and played a great role in this show. His interaction with Mainer was spot on, and same with Claude which appears to be a budding feud. Can't wait for two very ethnic heavy Euro's squaring off. --X put out some solid stuff and it's great to see him writing at a high level again. He's one of the most un-appreciated ACW members over the past set of years methinks and I'm glad he's getting another shot at the strap. Should be a good one mate.
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