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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 15, 2010 21:00:54 GMT -5
Scheduled to Appear
Sachiele Willows vs. Trace Armstrong
Claude LeBatard vs. Criminal
Thunder Train vs. Mr. Red
Buddy Ghee vs. The Scorpion
...and more.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 15, 2010 21:02:44 GMT -5
Tonight's show is sure to be action packed. Coming off ACW's first pay per view of the year, The Mega Star Alliance was reformed and XS3 was named challenger for Chris Phenomenal's title at Madness.
Our show begins with the usual fireworks display and the panning of the crowd, revealing the signs brought by the faithful.
McNally and Edison run down tonight's schedule of events before we cut backstage.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 15, 2010 21:03:45 GMT -5
Segment Title: A Chance Meeting
The cameras suddenly cut to the back and we see Sachiele Willows preparing for her upcoming match with Trace Birmingham. Clad in her ring attire, she appears to be situated in an isolated area of the building, obviously not wishing to be disturbed as she focuses on her match. She continues to stretch in order to prepare, her expression not once changing from its usual distance the entire time. It's a rather effective buzzkill for any cheap thrills that could be gleaned from how she is bending and moving, that and the clinical, detached way that she goes about her business.
However, things suddenly change when a man dressed in black walks up from behind the camera. He walks forward calmly, as if lost in thought. Sachiele doesn’t see him and brushes up against his left arm as she leans up from stretching her calves. The man stops and slowly looks over at his arm as Sachiele continues on with her routine, completely ignoring him. Quickly the man turns his head and the fans watching on the screen gasp, as the cold eyes of The Scorpion come into view while piercing Sachiele with a cold glare. However, the Angel of Winter is completely unfazed and calmly continues to stretch. She cannot ignore him forever, though, not with how his glare is attempting to burn a hole in her very soul. After a few seconds that could seem like forever to the Scorpion, she finally glances over and speaking in a completely neutral and frank tone of voice.
Sachiele: Can I help you? One doesn’t usually glare unless there’s a reason behind it.
The Scorpion leans his head back and cocks his head to the size with a look of confusion on his face for just a moment before speaking in a low, threatening voice.
The Scorpion: Operor vos non animadverto vos es tunc ut sanctus viator de Deus?
Once again, Sachiele is completely unfazed and simply blankly stares back at The Scorpion, not once showing any type of emotion. She simply looks him dead in the eyes without even a hint of fear and casually retorts.
Sachiele: Also, it’s usually courteous to respond to a question in the language being spoken to rather than trying to show off your intellect.
The crowd gasps once again as The Scorpion’s eyes go wide with shock and he immediately shoots another cold glare at Sachiele and his right hand slowly curls into a fist, obviously a sign of anger. He quickly calms himself however and responds in a similar emotionless voice barely above a whisper.
The Scorpion: Who are you?
Sachiele looks at him with that same damnably neutral expression and, once again, gives a blunt, matter-of-fact answer.
Sachiele: That is none of your concern.
The Scorpion now actually takes a small step back in surprise and looks at Sachiele with an open expression of confusion on his face. He studies her for a few seconds, glances away as if thinking about something, and then slowly tilts his head up and gives a look of fascination before slowly turning and walking away to the shock of the viewers. Sachiele seemingly doesn’t care and calmly turns back to her stretching once he is out of sight. However, before fading to black, the camera picks up an image of Sachiele’s face. The face is blank and emotionless like usual, however at the very corner of her mouth there appears to be the slightest of smiles...
Credit: Miss Willows and Scorpion
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 15, 2010 21:04:59 GMT -5
Match: Sachiele Willows vs. Trace Birmingham
While the audience recovered from the slight chill caused by Sachiele Willows' entrance, Trace Birmingham was eyeing his opponent like he wanted to ask her out for dinner rather than wrestle her. He made the ill-advised decision to do just that once the bell had rang, leaving himself wide open for rejection... and also a stiff forearm to the jaw that sent him reeling. The Angel of Winter never let up after seizing that opportunity to strike, barraging her opponent with a flurry of kicks that drove him into the nearest corner. After lighting up his chest with a few knife-edged chops, Sachiele delivered a spinning wheel kick before stepping aside to allow Trace to fall onto the mat face-first.
Dragging her opponent out into the middle of the ring, Sachiele hit Chilling Mercy... but she didn't go for the pin. It was fairly obvious that she planned on making an example of Trace for taking her so lightly - and she did just that. The Angel of Winter ascended to the top rope before leaping into the air, a picture-perfect corkscrew shooting star press that she calls Sub Zero connecting right in the middle of Trace's chest. Sticking the landing, Sachiele hooked the leg for the three count... and securing an impressive victory on her debut.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 15, 2010 21:06:04 GMT -5
The ACW arena is packed with rabid fans excited for the action of their favorite wrestlers. As they wait for the commercial break to come back the crew unrolls a red carpet that goes to the ring and then they put up a separate red tassel barricade on left and right sides of the carpet. As we come back from break the announcers point out the extravagant set up that was just put together and ponder who it could be for. They suggest that maybe Dave Shadow is upgrading his entrance. Or maybe the Senator is getting ready to run for public office and wants to announce it with a bang! Before they could ponder anymore “Drop The World” by Lil Wayne comes on and out walks a new face to ACW!The man comes out wearing a black on black suit and a nice pair of shades. He has long hair tied up in a pony tail behind his head and he walks with the swagger of the most confident man. He walks to the ring with one hand in his pocket not even acknowledging the fans trying to reach over the barricades and shake his hand. He climbs up the ring steps and stops to wipe his feet off before getting in the ring. He looks around for a little and grabs a mic. He takes of his sunglasses and tucks him in his suit while he waits for the murmuring of the ACW fans to stop. Once it is at a level he is comfortable with he raises the mic to talk.Theodore Wellington: Allow me to introduce myself…I am Theodore Wellington. The most skilled and most anticipated star to step in an ACW ring since….well since ever. No one has ever possessed the skills and star power that I bring to the ring. The crowd already is not liking this man and start a low chorus of boos. Theodore Wellington: For those of you that don’t know me, let me give you some background. I grew up on the hard streets of Bel Air in Los Angeles, California. My love for wrestling and my hard work ethic along with the need to survive quickly made me the toughest kid in Bel Air..no one wanted to mess with me. I own my own wrestling school that I myself was trained at and I dominated the Indy scene for quite some time. I held two major championships at the same time and despite me being unceremoniously stripped of my titles, they never have and never will prove that I bought those titles. I mean, with a body like this do you think I need to buy any win?? Now the crowd is seeing how arrogant this man is and the boos are getting louder. He loves it however and just eats it up as he smiles right back at them.Theodore Wellington: Now I have come out her e tonight for two reasons…ONE…to display my physical attributes…and TWO….to show you all the Money rules all. For these demonstrations…I will need an assistant. Lets say…someone from the crowd. He gets out of the ring and walks around the front row looking for someone to bring into the ring. He circles and stops in front of a massive sized man that probably could get a contract of his own in ACW based off of size alone. Theodore Wellington: You’ll do The big man stands and goes to climb the barricade to get in but Theodore stops him and shakes his head.Theodore Wellington: No not you Big Foot….the gentleman sitting behind you. The man angrily sits down as a scrawny man no older than 18 jumps out of his seat in excitement and jumps the barricade. The two men climb into the ring and once in..Theodore pulls out a wad of cash.Theodore Wellington: Ok sir…whats your name? Fan: My name is Marry and I am the biggest ACW fan ever!!!! Hi mom!!! (he waves at the camera) Theodore Wellington: Ok…Marry……Here is the deal. I am going to give you one hundred dollars to wrestle me right now. Do you accept? Marry nervously thinks about before shaking his head no.Theodore Wellington: How about ….. Five hundred dollars? Marry still thinks but again has to say no…the medical bills alone will be more than that!Theodore Wellington: Ok…last deal. Two thousand dollars….one match…right now. Come on Marry!! Be a sport….it’s only a little light sparring! Now he is talking. Marry decides it’s worth it and shakes his hand as Theodore smiles and evil smile. He takes off his jacket and hangs it up on the ropes. He circles around Marry and seems to toy with him a little as Marry just stands there with his guard up. Theodore goes in with a quick jab but pulls off making Marry jump. With Marry on his toes Theodore circles around him until out of nowhere he winds up and cracks him with a right hand that send Marry right to the mat. Theodore helps him up slowly letting Marry catch his breath, however, as soon as he catches his breath Theodore hits a big boot to the chest that sends Marry bouncing off the turnbuckle and when he bounces back he grabs him and hits a snap scoop powerslam immobilizing the innocent fan. The crowd starts booing loudly as Theodore stand over his prone body looking down intently. He flips him over on the ground and grabs his legs and locks on his signature submission hold, The Buy Out (Haas of Pain) and holds it. He keeps it locked in for a good amount of time despite the fact that Marry is unconscious. He finally lets go and stands up smiling as the crowd is now going crazy with boo’s. He puts his jacket back on and grabs the mic.Theodore Wellington: That is just a small example as to what I can do. You people will NEVER forget my name. I am Theodore Wellington….and I’m….Money. “Drop The World” plays on the speaker and Theodore slowly makes his way up the back and into the back as the chorus of boo’s continue to fill the ACW arena.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 15, 2010 21:06:31 GMT -5
A New Challenger Approaches Chris Phenomenal
The seen opens to the backstage offices of Chairman Samuel Hawthorne. As is customary he is dressed to the nines with a three piece suit and expertly coiffed hair. Standing to his left is Gary, looking on anxiously, dressed in his wrestling gear. As Hawthorne looks down at his watch he shakes his head, tut-tuting before the door swings open and the ACW Champion steps in to a chorus of boo’s from the gathered assembly.
Chris Phenomenal: What the hell do you want Hawthorne? You didn’t book me to wrestle, I’ve been on my best behavior, we’ve already had the talk about how I’m at the top now and as such you expect me to act like it and I told you to go fuck yourself.
Hawthorne: Yes we did Chris, two weeks ago before you decided to grandstand about in the center of the ring. Now I’ll admit, you and Macho Man RDK re-uniting definitely could be the spark we need, but your impassioned speech at the start of the show gave me pause.
Chris Phenomenal: And what was that? I’m sure it has something to do with the bottom line, let me guess…
…you’re getting rid of that over payed bum XS3?
Hawthorne: Not quite Chris. Actually it has more to do with the fans who tune in every week, I presume to see you get your teeth kicked in. You see, there’s an old ACW rule that has fallen off the way side as of late. Where as it was once rigorously enforced, ever since Jake Steele got hold of the title it’s fallen off and I wish to put an end to that.
Chris looks at Hawthorne, trying to come up with the answer. Despite numerous thoughts running through his brain, from Jeri curl to AIDS ridden hookers, Jay Zero’s favorite perk nothing seems to mesh.
Hawthorne: I speak of the Hunter rule, where in the ACW World Heavyweight Champion must defend his belt every two weeks or risk being stripped of the title. So tonight, where as you said you’re not booked, you are.
There’s a small pop from the crowd, it’s not every night that one gets to witness a chance at a title change hands. Back in the office, Chris smiles until for the first time he notices Gary standing there and he bursts out in laughter.
Chris Phenomenal: That’s not bad actually, bringing Gary in for the added touch. Senator said you were always a pompous prick but I don’t…
Hawthorne: Actually Chris, you’re going to be facing Gary tonight for the ACW World Heavyweight Championship. In fact, it was him that brought it too my attention after last week you seemingly called him. So it’s time to put your money where you mouth is champ.
Chris Phenomenal: Really? We’re not out of the neck of the financial woods yet and now you’re going to tack Gary’s medical expenses onto everything. If you’re going to put me in a title match, at last give me someone who could last more than five minutes, like, I don’t know…Danny Mainer.
Hawthorne: Five minutes Chris? That’s what you think it’ll take to beat Gary.
Chris Phenomenal: At most.
Hawthorne: Alright then, lets tack that on as well. Gary doesn’t even have to pin, you all he has to do is last five minutes in the ring with you, to win the belt.
There’s a pop from the crowd as the stipulations are heavily stacked against Chris Phenomenal. Gary looks on with a smile as Chris begins to protest.
Chris Phenomenal: What the fuck do you think you’re doing Hawthorne? Now all the little shit has to do is run scared, act like the little girl he is and he becomes the champion. Are you trying to bankrupt this company?
Hawthorne: No Chris, and that’s what I stated in the ring. You see, if Gary steps out the clock will stop running and will not resume until he gets back in.
The only break Chris appears to get seems to assuage some of his fears heading into the match.
Chris Phenomenal: This is still bullshit.
Hawthorne: Whether you think it is or not is not my concern Chris. Now if you wish to protest, by all means, continue but I warn you now. My mind will not be changed and you’ll just be wasting both of our time.
Chris snarls at him but knows this is one battle he won’t win as he turns around and kicks open the door before walking out. Gary looks on silent during the entire encounter and meekly smiles at the Chairman before turning around and throwing up all over his desk, nerves getting a hold of him as our scene fades out.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 15, 2010 21:07:56 GMT -5
You’re Hired[/b][/u] By LaResistance The scene begins in a small room, most likely an office, in an unknown location somewhere in the USA. The walls of the room are painted a bright white and are spotless, not a mark on them, suggesting that the room is relatively new. The floor is covered with a beige coloured carpet making the room somewhat bland. In the middle of the room is a small, oak desk with no particularly noticeable features. It’s clearly new due to its cleanliness and lack of objects cluttering it up like most desks. The entire room seems to be new, no distinctive features, only the light from a window on the back wall bouncing in off the desk.
On each side of the desk is a chair, the chair nearest to the door is empty, but the chair on the other side of the desk is occupied. A handsome man sits looking at the door almost as if he’s awaiting someone. The man mentioned is none other than the amazing, Monsieur Roman, Claude LeBatard.
He is wearing a cream coloured Armani suit with a white shirt, creating a very calm and light atmosphere to go with the room. His jet black hair is slicked back allowing viewers to see the whole of his god-like face. Not a hair out of place, clean shaven, not a hair on his face.
The door opens and a chubby man walks in, about 5 foot 8 in height and slightly obese. He has brown messy hair and a slight stubble that covers his face. He is wearing a black suit and tie over an old white shirt that has faded to grey somewhat.. In fact he resembles Nick Frost to some extent
He walks over and sits down in the empty chair and stairs at Claude. Claude looks at him and looks around, he takes another look at the man. Both men lean forward onto the desk and stair at eachother. Simultaneously they both sit back and put their right hand on their mouth and stroke their chin.Claude: Can I ‘elp you?Man: I am ‘ere for ze driver interview.Claude: Are you mocking my accent?Man: No, are you mocking my accent?Claude: No, so you are from France qui?Man: No…Claude: Ze french speaking part of Canadia?Man: No, I just like speaking like zis.Claude: Speak normally you embasilé!Man: … Sorry.Claude: So, you are ‘ere for ze chauffeur job zen. So, first of all, can you drive?Man: Yes.Claude: So you’re not as dumb as you look zen.Man: Yep… heeeyy!!!Claude: Settle down, where are you from?Man: London, England.Claude: Hmmm, zat will ‘ave to change. What is your name zen?Man: Don’t you want to know about any of my qualifications?Claude: Not really. Now answer ze question…Morris:…Claude: If I ‘ire you zat will need to change aswell. Right zen, so, you seem like ze type of person I need, easy to control, obedient. Would you like ze job?Man: Errr… what’s the job?Claude: You came to a job interview wiz out knowing what it was for? You really are a simpleton. I like zat, the job is to be my Chauffeur and all around handy man.Man: Errrr, ok then I suppose.Claude: Tres bien! Some final changes before you begin work immediately zen, first of all your new name is Maurice! You are from Boardeaux, you will talk in your silly little accent, and finally you will where zis Chauffeur hat.Claude pulls out a hat from under the desk and places it on Morris’ head. He then shakes Morris’ hand before leaning back in his chair. Morris sits uncomfortably, looking around as the camera fades out.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 15, 2010 21:08:17 GMT -5
Segment: Revenge I seek (Credit: XS3)
We cut to the back soon after the previous event that occurred and are now looking at the awkwardly smiling Kevin “The Internet” Anderson. Kevin soon nods and guides the mic to his mouth, speaking.
Kevin: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time… The new #1 Contender for the ACW World Championship… XS3.
From the right side of the camera, XS3 comes into view. The #1 Contender wears his ring attire and a raised hoody. The crowd delivers their usual pop but it seems some of the fans seem more sympathetic than enthusiastic. Speaking of enthusiasm, XS3 is seen with an unusually bright smile on his face. He looks at Kevin and grins, eyes closed and teeth widened.
Kevin: Now XS3… Last week, you and your wife Christine were the victim of a heinous assault by the newly reformed Mega Star Alliance. How are you and your wife doing after that attack last week?
Kevin hands the mic over to XS3, who grabs it from Kevin and begins to speak with EXTREME enthusiasm.
XS3: WE’RE GETTING BACK INTO THE SWING OF THINGS! MORALE IS HIGH! THINGS ARE ONLY LOOKING UP! UP! UP! UP!
Kevin: I see. Well that’s good to –
XS3: That was sarcasm, asshole.
Kevin: …oh.
The bright and happy disposition XS3 came into the interview with has turned out to be a façade. The smile is gone and in its place is a look of pure discontentment. XS3 takes the mic back and shoves Kevin out of the picture, rather forcefully. XS3 turns back to the camera and shows his malice for the Mega Star Alliance through his words.
XS3: Chris Phenomenal. Macho Man. I personally want to congratulate you on your monumental achievement. Yes, few people can actually say they’ve done this. You'd think that Thunderkiss would have stayed where he is at on my shit list… But you’ve just become #1 on said list.
I knew that I was coming after Chris’ World title. I knew I had unfinished business with him. But to have a man I used to respect come back to his arms like nothing ever happened? I should have known you would try something like this, Randy. You’re a snake. You figured you would waltz right in and capitalize on your past glory, therefore shoehorning yourself into business that I had with Chris Phenomenal. Then you completely ignored the fact that he was a useless commodity in the Mega Star Alliance and blindsided me, though you did give me the #1 Contendership, thanks. However, that wasn’t even the worst part. You had the audacity to take my wife and lock her in the Texas Cloverleaf. She had nothing to do with this, you fucks. You should have placed me in the submission. What would you have had to lose? You could’ve broken my kneecaps, twist my spine, end my career and take a PPV off. But no. You’ve made things a lot more personal than they ever needed to be.
But this is the part where people realize I’m on my own here. Dave Shadow was annihilated, TJ’s got his Entertainment Championship to defend and I STILL don’t trust Danny Mainer. Mega Star Alliance, I can picture you guys laughing with glee as you watch this. You think you’ve got me down. I’m a man on a deserted island, praying for the ship to come by and rescue him. But the ship won’t come. I’m all alone here… At least that’s what you want everyone here to believe.
You see, right after I took Christine to the hospital, I got on the phone and started making some phone calls. It took me about three days but I finally have done it. I have found myself an ally in the cause to destroy the Mega Star Alliance. Now I know that the little gears in Chris and Randy’s heads must be turning. They’re going to be sitting in their $10,000 limo with their Wal-Mart suits on, thinking about who it’s going to be. Chris is going to say “Oh, it’s a Demon Inc. guy. We can take him easily, they have ring rust.” It’s not Demon Inc. They’ve got other things to worry about than wrestling nowadays. Randy is going to say “OoOoOoOoOoOH YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAH BRUDAH IT’S GONNA BE HITMAN BRUDAH I’VE KICKED HIS ASS BEFORE BRUDAH THIS WILL BE EASY BRUDAH”. Well, guess what? It’s not Hitman either. He’s retired for good and it looks like it’s going to stay that way.
But suddenly, a revelation! “It’s gotta be Thunderkiss, that just makes perfect sense.” Yeah well, you’re wrong again. Thunderkiss chose to turn his back on ACW so for him to be my ally again would only serve as means for him to try and get the ACW title again. No, the partner I have in mind is a rival I had long before I had even heard of Thunderkiss or ACW. Who is it? Well, you’ll have to see for yourself. But until then, know this. I’ve given you plenty of time to ask yourself a question that we all know the answer to, Chris. But since you’re too busy drinking cheap wine and smoking weed from a cigar, I’ll ask and answer it for you.
“The moment I took things too personal –”
Yes Chris. That is VERY unforgivable.
XS3 soon holds the mic up and lets it fall to the ground, creating a hissing noise. XS3 soon spins on his heels and walks off from where he came from. Kevin soon re-enters the picture and picks up his discarded mic. He brushes it off and puts it back to his mouth.
Kevin: Well, strong words from XS3. We’ll be right back to Warfare after these messages.
Fade.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 15, 2010 21:08:55 GMT -5
Claude LeBatard vs Criminal (Credit: Claude)
Claude is the first superstar to enter the arena, he walks down to the ring and climsb in. Criminal enters quickly after making a bee-line for the ring. Both men ready themselves and the ref begins the match. Both men cirlce the ring before moving into the centre. Claude gains the upper hand quickly with a snapmare and a head lock. Criminal quickly breaks out of it and the two men battle on with no one gaining an advantage. Criminal hits a few big fore arm smashes knocking Claude back. He attempts a dropkick but Claude doges it. Claude puts Criminal in a wrist lock applying pressire to his wrist and arm. Criminal breaks the hold and quickly hit the dropkick success fully this time. Claude staggers back before Criminal hits a running face buster to gain the advantage.
Criminal quickly begins to wear Claude down with numerous strikes. Criminal grabs Claude in a headlock postion, he then looks at the crowd before hitting a DDT. Criminal launches himself off the ropes with a springboard leg drop to gain the momentum against Claude but the Frenchman manages ot roll out the way. Claude grabs Criminal by the hear and kicks him in the gut and follows it up with a neckbreaker. He quickly brings Criminal to his feet again but is sent falling back as Criminal kicks his abdomen and hits another dropkick. Criminal goes to the top rope and hits a divind splash with direct impact to Claudes stomach.
Criminal has the crowd behind him and the momentum to finish this quickly. He picks up Claude and immediately hits a snap powerslam doing real damage to Claude. He then picks him up again for another high impact moneuver. He attempts to hit a front spinebuster but Claude mnages to slide over Criminal’s shoulder onto the mat. He manages to stand up properly just before Criminal turns round. As Both men stand in the centre of the mat Claude quickly kicks Criminal causing him to bend over, he then runs and bounces off the ropes extending his knee and hitting Criminal straight in the temple. Otherwise known as “La Revolution” the running knee knocks Criminal to the floor. Claude quickly hooks Criminal’s leg and goes for the pin.
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Claude stands up and celebrates his victory being declared the winner.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 15, 2010 21:16:56 GMT -5
Madness hype segment 1# (Written by The Red Panther)
Our scene is The Red Panthers locker room. He has no match tonight but as always he is in the ACW arena, in his wrestling attire. Maybe he lives there now? Maybe he forgot his car keys? Maybe he always imagined wrestlers ALWAYS wearing their wrestling attire everywhere and decided he would try and start it as a trend? For whatever reason, he's in the locker room in his wrestling outfit. The lights are dimmed a bit and Panther is sitting on a bench in front of the camera. Panther looks to be in a serious mood, his look a mix of anger and stress.
Panther: Hello ACW viewers. Now, I could linger on un-needed details, but I will instead get right to the point. Recently, Buddy Ghee has shown he is becoming the brash rookie we all hate. Now many people will point out that I was like that. I can't disagree, I had a violent temper, I was rude and overall, I was a bit too much like Buddy Ghee. Now Buddy, if you are watching, and I think that you are, I want to fight you for your own good. It's better for you that you wrestle me and not a violent psychopath like half the roster here! The quicker I show you that you need to work your way up the ladder cleanly, the better. Have you noticed my lack of gold Buddy? That's because early in my career I made management and veteran wrestlers hate me. I annoyed them, I was rude to them, and that's part of the reason I have no gold.
Panther sits back against the wall and sighs.
Panther: Last week, The Soul of Philly TJ beat me. It was a good fight, but I lost. You may be wondering why I am bringing it up. I underestimated my opposition. I felt it would be quite an easy match, and it showed. Buddy, you seem to be doing the same to everybody else. You think you can disrespect and cheat people and have them just accept it. Well Buddy, I'm not going to accept it. For all these reasons, I want to wrestle you at Madness, Buddy. Let me know if you accept, or if you're all lip.
Panther stands up and turns off the camera.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 15, 2010 21:20:14 GMT -5
Tonights Warfare is brought to you byMore plot lines than a Jason Freeman feud.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 15, 2010 21:21:23 GMT -5
OTA Segment: My failures (Credit: XS3)
The day after last week's Warfare...
As we fade into our sordid scene, Matt Irvine makes his way down the corridors of a hospital in Maple Creek. There isn't much of a smile on his face; he just makes his way down the halls until he stops at a room. Matt quickly enters the room and finds his wife Christine laying on the bed. A doctor sees Matt and walks past him, allowing the couple to have some quality time. Christine's eyes flutter open and she finds herself staring back at her husband.
Christine: Hey Matt...
Matt strokes his wife's cheek softly and she softly smiles.
Matt: Christine.
Matt softly inclines his head into his wife's chest and then looks up at her.
Matt: I'm so sorry...
Christine: For what...?
Matt: For letting you down, for not being there for you a couple days ago... I feel like shit.
Christine watches as Matt shakes his head. Christine soon returns the favor as she softly caresses Matt's head.
Christine: Matt, don't worry about it... I know you were trying to save me from them. But the numbers game was too much for you. I'm going to be fine as soon as I go and see some specialists.
Matt: Why would they go after you? I was clearly their target, not you.
Christine: They just wanted to send a message to you. They're trying to get under your skin, Matt. You can't let my pain affect you.
Matt shakes his head once more.
Matt: Babe... I'm not worried about my career at the moment. I'm worried about you.
Christine has a rather stern look on her face. Matt doesn't quite know what to make of this.
Christine: Don't worry about me, Matt... You need to go to work.
Matt draws back a little and notices that Christine still retains her stern look.
Matt: You can't be serious...
Christine: I am dead serious, Matt. How long have you been chasing for this? Ten years. In the course of ten years, you've been cheated and screwed out of almost every opportunity you've received. Do you want to go 0-4 in world title matches? Do you want something like this to distract you from finally getting what you deserve? At this rate, I ought to be the least of your concerns. I know you're all about family and all this but you seriously need to focus on this. I've felt worse pain than this; just work towards your goal.
As soon as she finishes her words, Matt looks down at her. Realizing that she wants nothing but the best for her husband, Matt takes her words into consideration.
Matt: You're sure about this?
Christine: Yes.
Matt: Well then... I guess I shall carry on my business. I'm going to continue to think of you but if I need to become the world champion, I guess I will have to channel all my focus into the world title. Chris and Randy haven't even begun to realize what they've done.
Christine: Atta boy.
Matt soon leans in and locks eyes with his wife. Christine softly smiles as Matt locks lips with her. They keep it there for a good ten seconds, passion flowing through them despite all the damage Christine has taken.
Matt: All right, you focus on getting some rest and I'll focus on getting some gold. I love you so much, babe.
Christine: I love you too. And I'll be rooting for you.
Matt stands up from the bed and Christine faintly smiles once more. After a soft wave goodbye, Matt exits the room and makes his way down the halls. As he continues to walk, the memory of Chris and Randy assaulting his wife still haunt him. He knows that his goal is to defeat Chris and win the ACW World Championship. But business has been kicked aside... Now it's personal.
Fade.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 15, 2010 21:22:03 GMT -5
Match: Thunder Train vs. Mr. Red (Credit: XS3)
As the former Entertainment Champions squared off, Red started off the match quickly with some quick kicks to Train's midsection, wearing him down long enough for a back brain dropkick. After a springboard moonsault, Red went to end it early with the Cincinatti Swing but Train scouted it in time and hit a devestating heart kick, sending Red flying halfway across the ring. Train took the match under his control for a while, utilizing various power moves and strikes to keep Red down. Such moves included the dreaded one-hand brain crush, a front facelock with knee strikes and a firemans carry single knee gutbuster for a 2.9 count. Red managed to avoid the Fury Kick and mounted a comeback, chopping away at Train and managing to connect with body scissors into a DDT. Red soon hit Train with a float-over DDT then connected with a baseball slide to the knee before rolling up Train for a 2.9 count. Red soon hit another baseball slide to the knee and went for the Red-Lock. However, Train kicked Red off of him then caught him with the Full Steam Ahead. One vicious OM NOM BOMB later and Red was done.
[spoilers]Winner: Thunder Train[/spoilers]
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 15, 2010 21:23:00 GMT -5
Extravaganza!!![/b] By LaResistance/Adrian Baird
The scene starts off with the camera faded out, there is no picture only audio. There are two recognisable voices, one charming french accent which beloings to the one and only Claude LeBatard, the offical Frenchman of ACW. The other is an attempted french accent put on by Claude’s new chauffeur, Maurice. Some rustling is heard as if the two are doing something while the two whisper to each other.
Claude: Quick Maurice, open ze box.
Maurice: Ya mine fuhrer!
Claude: You stupid idyot! Zat is German, you are supposed to be French!
Maurice: Sorry El Presidenté…
Claude: Zat is Spanish, I ‘ired you because of your French accent, stop being a multi-lingual pig-dog!
Maurice: Hey, I’m trying my best. Words hurt, you know, it wouldn’t kill you to give me a compliment once in a while. I’m very sensitive, all I wanna do is please you, ok?
Claude: Fine, after we make ze attack I will buy you dinner. ‘Ow about zat?
Maurice: I didn’t here an apology…
Claude: Maurice, I’m sorry, ok, now can we please make haste, he will be here any second.
Maurice: And why do I have to be called Maurice? Why can’t I have a name like… Mr. Justice!
Claude: Because Maurice suits you, Mr. Justice, zat sounds like a homosexual. He will probably be all muscely with an oiled body and a lucha mask.
Maurice: Maurice makes me sound gay... and french…
Claude: You are ment to be French, I would be ze laughing stock of all France if I had an Australlian assistant.
Maurice: Acctually, I’m English… and I prefer the term, partner.
Claude: You ‘ave not even been on ze job one day! You will do as I say, MAURICE… now ready you pie, when he comes round ze corner, we strike!
The camera fades into the scene at the corner of a hall way, the walls a made of large concrete blocks as is the floor. There is not much to decorate the corridor bar a few piece of stage equipment. Maurice and Claude stand at the corner ready with a cream pie each, most likely to throw at someone. Both men are wearing black suits with ties but Maurice also has a Chauffeur’s hat on.
The camera leans round the corner to see Adrian Baird walking up the corridor and straight into Claude’s trap. Baird seems pretty happy for normal standards given that he’s usually trying to rip somebody’s face off but not right now. He’s at zen, for some reason. With in a few seconds Adrian is extremely close to Claudes trap.
As he takes a step round the corner he is greeted by two lightning fast cream pies straight to the face and suddenly his zen is broken. The scottish hulk screams out in a giant rage as the faces of Claude and Maurice drop in fear.
Adrian Baird: “ARGH! What tha’ fuck was that?! YOU! FRENCHEH! You’ve gotyerself a fuckin’ prawblem! I’m a hostile threat to tortal strangerz, how tha’ fuck ya’ think amma feel for someone who’s pokin’ the beast wit’ sticks?! YOU’RE going down ya’ big curly haired prick!
Claude: What are you talking about? It was Maurice, I am busy preparing for my match. I am to ‘andsome, intelligent and swarve to be dealing with such… tomfoolery. Infact, you insult me with your accusations!
Adrian Baird: “Handsome my arse! We’ll see how fuckin’ handsome ye are afta’ I fuckin’ make ye shit yer own teeth! Fuckin’ cock-polishin’ French cunt!”
Claude: Quick Maurice, throw yourself infront of me as a shield!
Maurice stands still, frozen with fear looking up at the raging scots man wiping cream off his face starts his advances. Thinking quickly Claude spins Maurice the other way.
Claude: Abort project, escape plan B selected!
Maurice: What!?
Claude jumps on the back of Maurice and kicks him like a hrose causing him to run in the opposite direction of Adrian. Adrian begins screaming and cursing as the two escape and the camera fades out.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 15, 2010 21:24:46 GMT -5
Chris Phenomenal vs. GaryChris PhenomenalReturning from commercial we see Gary in the ring, already standing there, ready to go though the greenish hue in his cheeks may suggest otherwise. He stares up the ramp as the opening of Dead Wrong begins to play.The weak or the strong, who got it goin’ on? Ya Dead Wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin’ on? Ya Dead Wrong Chris Phenomenal emerges from the back in his long flowing boxing robe but he is not alone, instead he is accompanied by about eight other men, one holding the ACW Title high overhead, the other holding the SLA Title up as well. Reaching the bottom Chris ducks out of the robe and passes it off to one other member of his entourage before he steps into the ring, followed by his entourage as Phillip Jones steps into the middle.Phillip Jones: Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, with the added stipulation that if Gary lasts five minutes he will be awarded the win. AND NOW!!! IT’S TIME TO FIGHT!!!Not quite the same ring as Bruce Buffer but it works for Phillip.Phillip Jones: Introducing to my left, he is the longest ACW tenured wrestler, Gary!!!
And to my right, he weighs in tonight at two hundred and…The rest of the introduction is drowned out by the boos but that doesn’t phase Chris Phenomenal as he backs away after he is finished and gets ready to go. As Phillip gets out, the bell sounds and Chris Phenomenal steps up, same with Gary, but not for long as Chris unleashes a Superman Punch. Gary tries to block it but he’s a had too slow as it connects flush. Gary drops faster and Chris simply backs away, allowing Joey Reynolds to make the count. He eventually makes ten and Gary hasn’t flinched as he calls for the bell.Phillip Jones: Your winner…Again the boos reign down, drowning out Phillip Jones but it doesn’t effect Chris nor his entourage who come into the ring and crown their king as we cut too the back.
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