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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 22, 2010 21:13:04 GMT -5
Scheduled to Appear
The Red Panther vs. Sachiele Willows
Danny Mainer vs. Criminal
Thiago Gracie vs. Niger Niali
Buddy Ghee vs. Michael Smart
Main Event Tag Team Contest Chris Phenomenal and Macho Man RDK vs. XS3 and Lobo Kerrang
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 22, 2010 21:16:30 GMT -5
We begin this evening with a replay of the end of last weeks show with XS3 and Chris Phenomenal and then the shocking arrival and subsequent rampage of Lobo Kerrang. We then are shown the introduction video for Monday Night Warfare and cut to ringside as Maxwell McNally and Eddie Edison lead us in and run down the card before we cut to the ring, as Phillip Jones is ready to go with our opening match.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 22, 2010 21:17:49 GMT -5
Sachiele Willows vs. Red Panther Composed by Kris
The crowd has started to truly warm to Sachiele Willows, if the way they cheered her before the match was any indicator... although it could just be the fact that she was facing Red Panther and they were hoping that she'd knock his block off, either or. No matter the reason for their support, the Angel of Winter went about her business with the same methodical accuracy that had proven to be so effective against Trace Birmingham. While the Red Panther did get a few stiff elbows in, the offensive remained firmly in Sachiele's favor for the majority of the match, Sachiele's speed and agility more than enough to keep her going in circles around her opponent. There were numerous occasions throughout the match that she put him on his back in one way or another - and that's not mentioning how she did an impressive job of countering his kicks only to blast him with her own. Of course, this greatly frustrated her opponent... and it would be his frustration that would cost him.
Lashing out with his left arm in an attempt to catch his opponent and bring her in close, Sachiele instead seized his wrist and sent him into the ropes. On the rebound, Red Panther ate a devastating jumping corkscrew roundhouse kick that she calls Frostbite, the larger competitor dropping like a sack of potatoes when her foot connected soundly with the side of his temple. From there, the pinfall was academic, Sachiele hooking the leg to ensure her victory while she got the three-count.
[spoilers]Winner: Sachiele Willows[/spoiler]
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 22, 2010 22:03:21 GMT -5
Segment: Outrage Upon Outrage (Credit: CP, Senator)
??: And I just get back after a red eye flight, right after one of the largest political defeats of my career, and I hear what happened? You lost the documents! Is it that hard to ask after I end up seeing my coalition fall to pieces that I can come here and have things run smoothly? Hmph, I suppose not!
As we look into the scene at hand, a red faced, yelling Senator Phillips is seen in his latest makeshift office at the local arena, slamming his fist on the desk to punctuate his points, while a cowed Kevin Fitsharris looks on.
The Senator: I have half a mind to knock you across the room, just like I nearly let go of civilization in order to knee the daylights out of that Judas Iscariot, Bart Stupak! Shame I did not follow through with that, but perhaps here and now, I just might be tempted again...
Fitsharris: I'm...sorry...really.
Senator: NOT GOOD ENOUGH! Not this time! This went too far, too blasted far! Now how am I supposed to finish my taxes if I do not have all the information at hand! And speaking of taxes, have fun when yours rise drastically due to this massive entitlement increase, this bureaucratic boondoggle, this economic erosion, this celebration of socialism, this disgusting dawn of communism!
Fitsharris: Really...I'm sorry about what happened in Washington...and here.
Senator: Argh! This is just the sort of thing that might drive a man to drink or violence!
At that moment, Anthony Kalb looks around the corner, and tries to tiptoe into the room.
Senator: Kalb, you are conspicuous in your absence! Get in here, I have a few words for you as well! Is it true that you crashed your car and paid for it on MY...
??: I want to have a word with you.
Kalb: And with that, I'm outta here...
Kalb smoothly steps back out of the room just as he entered, while Fitsharris sees the newest intrusion as an opportunity to escape. For his part, the ACW World Heavyweight Champion, Chris Phenomenal enters.
CP: Good, since I wanted to speak to you without the idiot twins around...
Senator: You best not be wasting my time here.
CP: I'm not in the mood to do that. See, you have your troubles, but I've got mine as well.
Senator: We all do...and we all will have our troubles amplified with my failure in Washington to stem the tide of governmental intrusion into the...
CP: Not in the mood, as I said, look, you can go on about politics later.
Senator: Do not interrupt me again.
CP: Hey, old man, I didn't come here to hear you go off, if I wanted to do that, I'd have turned on C-Span!
Senator: And if I wanted an impudent, ungrateful whelp to spout off at me in my office, I would just as soon have stepped into the ring where I could legally retaliate!
CP: Fine, but the point is, Macho Man RDK did it again, walked out on me, walked out on the Mega Star Alliance, walked out on ACW.
Senator: Look, I know I am no longer managing you, but I can provide my advice, and I simply say this; you know how RDK operates, you know how he runs, you know that any time we see him around here at this point is a blessing in its rarity. He is an amazing talent, but he has other endeavors that take less of a toll on the body, mind, and soul that he would prefer to chase. The industry has a habit of drawing people in, and grinding them to a pulp. We both know that. RDK knows that too, and while his heart might linger around here, his mind tells him to stay out. Do not despise him for that choice, however much it must disappoint you. Also, you are too good to need a group to rely on, that was my whole point when I let you go off on your own. Do not forget that fact, you won the title on your own guile, skill, and stubbornness, and you will retain it on those qualities, so long as you do not allow for your emotions to get the better of you, and keep your head in the game, ok? Freedom is not easy, it is not always comfortable, but if you safeguard it, if you maintain it, if you defend it, you will reap the rewards. Be your own man, be THE man, and anchor this fed to your rising star, and make history.
CP: That doesn't make it any easier, but I appreciate what you're saying. This is my fight now, and no matter how much I'd like to have it otherwise. I'm the champ, and the biggest star around here now, all the old vets either called it a day, or took a seat in the back like you did, no offence.
Senator: None taken.
CP: No matter, though, I will defend this title, and anyone who steps in my way will regret the day they decided to lace on a pair of boots. I know I wanted to have someone watch my back, and maybe even have a go at running things, so to say, but since I can't do that, I might as well make this the Chris Phenomenal era.
Senator: And that, sir, is nothing, but the truth.
CP: You always had to stick that line into a conversation, didn't you?
Senator: The more things change, eh?
Fade Out
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 22, 2010 22:04:12 GMT -5
Je Suis Le Gasonby Adrian Baird (Checked & Stamped by LaResistance) In a cold, dank, empty room a single light bulb shone from overhead. The cone of light was a thin one and barely illuminated the single person inside of it. It was a blind-folded man in a suit, tied tightly to a chair by thick heavy ropes. If this were a woman, it’d look like something from the now deceased Manny Sykes’ underground bondage publication but as it’s a man it unfortunately remains unkinky. Unconscious and slouched forward despite the tightness of the ropes, this man was completely unharmed so far but he was about to enter a world of pain the likes he’d never experienced before. He was in the boiler room, a place where nobody could hear his screams of pain. Who was this man? That’s right, it was Claude LeBatard’s assistant Maurice.
Now Maurice was in a world of trouble at the mercy of a very estranged and angry individual who’s voice rang out from behind him with a sadistic, patronizing ring.? ? ?: “Werkay weeeeeeeerkaaaaaay.” With a rip, there was a harsh slap to the back of Maurice’s head followed by the blind-fold being ripped off. Startled, he snapped to attention and was nearly blinded by the horrifically disorientating flashlight which beamed brightly into his barely adjusted eyeballs. He tried to move his arms to shield his eyes but found himself fiercely wedged into place.Maurice: A...A-A... ADRIAN?! Adrian Baird: “Yer cute when yew sleep ya’norr? Ye’ sound like a fuckin’ Disney princerse!” Maurice: “Where am I?” Adrian Baird: “YerrinHell my friend, fucking Hell. You made a big misterk throwin’ a fuckin’ pie at me ya’ sawft cunt. You ‘ave noo idea ‘ow fuckin’ angry I arm.” Maurice: “But Ade! Come on, zit vas all Claude’s idea!” Adrian Baird: “Lose the ack-sent ya’ tit, ya’ sound like fuckin’ Thierry Henry on skeg. Now, ya’ little shite, yer gunna’ tell me where ya’ boyfriend is or amma cut yer fuckin’ eyes out!” Maurice: “Pft, I don’t fucking know!” WHAM! Big backhand slap right to the face of Claude’s assistant who reeled from the shot. Adrian grabbed Maurice by the head and cracked his head sharply with his own, a big headbutt disorientating him and causing a little blood to dribble out of his nose.Adrian Baird: “DON’T YEW FUCKEN’ SWEAR AT ME YA’ BLUE-BALLED LILLY-LUCKIN’ POOSEH! Now, yer gonna’ FUCKIN’ tell me where Claude is or amma gonna’ have to get fuckin’ serious wit’ dis shit?!” Maurice: “OW! That really fucking hurt! You’re a prick!” Another harsh slap to the face, Adrian then grabbed a pair of wire cutters and placed it on Maurice’s ear and started to press hard, causing a scream of pain.Adrian Baird: “TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK THAT FRENCH PRICK ES OR AM GONNA’ RIP YOUR FUCKIN’ EARS OFF!” Maurice: (screaming) “I DON’T KNOW! I DON’T KNOW! I DON’T FUCKING KNOW!” With a sadistic grin, Adrian clamps down on the pressure ‘til the wire cutter goes straight through the skin causing blood to shoot everywhere. Though Baird hadn’t pulled the ear right off, he’s made a bloody big wound in it. Maurice screamed in agony as blood splattered over Baird’s hand, a sadistic grin on Baird’s face as he pulled off the clipper, his hand coated in English blood.Adrian Baird: “YOU THINK THAT FUCKIN’ HURTS YA’ UGLY LITTLE SUIT WEARIN’ PRICK?! Wait ‘til I clip this bastardin’ on your testicle yer’ little shit! Then we’ll see how much yer’ fuckin’ cry!” Maurice: “Please! For God’s sake! That fucking hurt man, NO more!” Adrian Baird: “TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK HE ES and yew can get tha’ fuck outta’ my sight and outta’ my unbridled fuckin’ rage.” Maurice: “I DON’T. FUCKING. KNOW.” Baird smirked, relishing in the opportunity for new and more painful torture. Pulling a rusty hacksaw out and holding it in front of the face of Maurice, he could just barely see his own reflection. Resting the hacksaw a top the arm of Maurice, his poor victim went white in the face as he ran the edge of the blade along his sleeve working his way towards cutting the arm right off, as he started to make a sawing backwards and forwards motion in the nick of time his phone suddenly rang.Adrian Baird: “Areet? Oh? Hawthorne, I be awrite yeah, just wit’ a friend o’ mine’s garage band. Naw the screamin’ ent’ nothin’ ter’ do wit’ me. Aye aye they’re good, the vocalist es just runnin’ threw some vorckals rate aboot noo. Aye, can ya’ hear ‘im? ‘e’s good ‘ent ‘e?” Maurice: “HELP ME! FUCKING HELP ME! HE’S TRYING TO KILL ME!” Adrian Baird: “’tis a fuckin’ great tune Des, keep it up! Ya sound greet! Aye Hawthorne, question, can a manager seen a cawntract fer their’ client? Oh they can, that’s fackin’ brillyunt! Thanks chief! Cya t’neet!” Baird hung up the phone.Adrian Baird: “Alreet cockhoond, ya’ lucky day. I got a cawntract dat I was gunna’ beat Claude inter’ signin’ et but it turns out yew can sign it forrim.” Maurice: “But I’m not his manager!” Adrian Baird: “Meh, it werks fer mee.” Baird produced a contract on a clipboard from the table that Claude was later gonna’ smash into the face of repeatedly until Baird could sign it with Claude’s blood. Putting a pen into Maurice’s hand, he needed absolutely no encouragement to sign the damn thing quickly scrawling out his own signature. With a final slap to the face, Baird’s deviant little grin was replaced by a happy smile followed by the urge to go wash his hands. Turning to leave, he had already forgotten about Maurice before he shut the door.Maurice: “Hello?! Where are you going? Hello?! ANYBODY help me?! Baird, are you coming back?!” FADE
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 22, 2010 22:08:29 GMT -5
IMMORTALITY Credit: Danny Mainer ”We all die. The goal isn’t live forever, the goal is to create something that will.” – Chuck Palahniuk. Immortality. It’s defined as a life that does not end. Someone who simply cannot, will not, no matter how hard the world may try will never, EVER simply cease to exist. Shaka, Abraham Lincoln, Woodrow Wilson, Winston Churchill, Adolf Hitler, Lyndon Johnson, Richard Nixon, Ronald Regan, Margaret Thatcher, John Major, Tony Blair, Barack Obama. Names that will forever be etched into the fabric of history, names that people will never be allowed to forget. It is the aspiration of every human being to become like these powerful people. It is the aim of Danny Mainer to be to the wrestling world what Shaka is to The Zulu tribe, what Abraham Lincoln was to the slaves, what Barack Obama was to civil rights of blacks across America.
Mainer wanted nothing more than immortality, greatness, perfection. He felt he WAS perfection and was destined to accomplish EVERYTHING. He dreamt about it, he jerked off about it. He ate, drank, slept and BREATHED his own lifestyle. His career, it was EVERYTHING to him now that there was no distractions. It was his path to permanent immortality, to lighten up generations of wrestling fans and members of the public around the world. It was what he’d been BORN to do. Now, Mainer was sat in a dark room with a lone camera. No Geoff King, no flashy German references but just a raw, straight shoot right from the heart of Dan who’s stoic expression told the tale that he wasn’t here to crack a joke at someone else’s expense or to hit on a girl. His expression was almost remorseful as his shoulders slumped down low and finally he began his speech.Danny Mainer: ”Since the day I was first conceived in my mothers womb, I KNEW I was something different. Before I’d developed my first fingers, my first toes, my legs, my arms, BEFORE I’d developed my first brain cell I knew I was destined for greatness. Before I was even a figment of my fathers testicles I KNEW I was gifted and destined for perfection. Like the cumshot that resulted in my conception, for the last 28 years I’ve splattered everywhere and made an ungodly mess in the process. I’ve gone from the simple pleasures of child-hood to easy perfection wherever and whenever I wanted it. Perfection DOES come easy to me but it’s through training and working hard that I can accomplish those goals of perfection. I put my life, my heart, my soul into whatever I want to achieve and night in, night out, win, lose, or draw I go out and accomplish what I said I would.”Mainer’s face was a look of total sobriety. He’d never in his life been as serious as he was now and each word from his lips were spat with a distinct bold venom.Danny Mainer: ”I train hard so I can win easy. I break my back, sweat and burn inside a gym day in and day out to stay on the top of my game with caution to the wind on the effects that this may one day have on me. For now, while I’m in my prime I have the absolute best of the best levels of potential and can easily destroy all road-blocks of competition. I said that anything I put my hand to with enough practice I would quickly become an expert at. The one thing I devoted my life to I have become almost GODLIKE at it. Professional Wrestling is my livelihood. I’ll be honest, when I grew up I never liked pro-wrestling. As a young boy, I was more into He-Man and listening to Pantera than I was watching the legends of wrestling scrapping it out in the ring. People like Lenoh, like Iron Guard, like Bobby McManus, I didn’t grow up with them. I got into wrestling at a later age and when I hit wrestling I hit it harder than anything else in my life.”Mainer paused, a smirk illuminating his face which is the only visible thing in this completely pitch-black room.Danny Mainer: ”I worked so hard to become a professional wrestler, I peeled my own ass off the mat so many times when others gave up on me that I learnt independence through my wrestling training. I’m a 5’11, 183 fighter who just kept getting up over and over again no matter how many times you hit him or hard you hit him. I was always criticized for being too small, not strong enough, because I needed a haircut and I became strangely obsessed with smashing their low expectations each and every time and that is what I’ve done once again here in the Defeat the Unknown tournament.”He stared up at the ceiling now, the fires of hope burning inside his eyes as he let out a sigh of relief recalling what he’d already done in this stellar tournament. He thought back to his near fatal encounter with the gigantic Frostbite, the forfeit of Madison Dyson and his victory over Alyon Mac and it filled him with inspiration.Danny Mainer: ”In my seven years of professional wrestling this tournament has been a stronger, more bolder example of me smashing those expectations. This tournament has shown not just me but the ENTIRE WORLD to blow out their ass the concept that I’m NOT too small to be a success. It doesn’t matter if I’m not the strongest guy in the world because I CAN get shit done and from what I’ve learnt from the interview girl and the audience here in the tournament that I DO have great hair. I smash expectations because when I signed up to this tournament I came in as a total dark horse. Nobody, NOBODY knew my name and I had to fight tooth and nail just to get a place in the damned tournament. TWO PEOPLE in a row dropped out before my application was even considered and when they finally called me back? Huh, you can imagine how I felt. Now it looks like I’m going to be going all the way.”Mainer’s self-satisfaction was overwhelming as the lights started to flicker up a little brighter and more of Danny Mainer’s frame could be seen in the spotlight.Danny Mainer: ”They didn’t know my name, they didn’t know my background. I was just the free runner kid who thought he could wrestle but they were WRONG. Every damn one of them. Frostbite thought I’d be a walk in the park, the first stepping stone in his path towards the finals but I CRUSHED his dreams just like he tried to crush my spine. Size DIDN’T matter and I left the arena with my place in the second round because of my talents and my abilities. Madison Dyson probably got knocked up to AVOID having to face me and Alyon Mac? Well he took me to the limit in that ring, I’ll tell you that much. He’s a great competitor but once again I smashed the expectation and I. BEAT. HIM. Now, I’m in the semi-finals and I’ve got the self-confidence to destroy the competition. At first, I questioned whether I should be in the tournament but now. I realize it’s my DESTINY to take the throne and be the first ever winner of the “Defeat the Unknown tournament.”Mainer stood up from his seat, inspired by his own speech as uplifting instrumental music began to play in the background.Danny Mainer: ”Because the truth is? I AM unknown. That is WHY I’m PERFECTION. I’m obscure, I’m veiled by the various federations that I’ve been in and my great natural born talents are shrouded in mystery. I’m great at what I do in that ring but I’m not well-known, I haven’t won millions of title belts, I haven’t even won a world heavyweight title but I HAVE got the skill to be champion. I’ve fought COUNTLESS wars and I’ve come out on top EVERY, DAMN, TIME. I defied expectations time and time again because there WERE no expectations of me to begin with. That is why this tournament is mine. They don’t know me and they don’t know what I’m capable of. I’m the assassin in the shadows. The reaper in the window. They’re so centred in the bullshit of the people in the tournament that they DO know that they’ve gone off-road and left the autobahn to victory for me to ride on. There is NOTHING, NOBODY standing in the way. You can’t stand in the way of shadows, you CAN’T block what you do not expect... Victory is all but assured.”A single tear rolled down Mainer’s eye which he ignored as now, the painful part of the speech was due to come.Danny Mainer: ”Caitlynn... my beloved ex-girlfriend, the woman of my dreams, my SOUL MATE. The mother of my child... Yes, ex-girlfriend. My fidelity caught up with me and NEVER, NEVER have I felt so alone. I got so used to her being there again that I forgot about the time when she WASN’T there and in the process I’ve completely destroyed her. When she walked out on me when I had a compacted arm and later on a morphine addiction I felt awful because I felt that I hadn’t done anything to deserve it. My entire life was crashing around me as I lost my house, my family, my career and my girlfriend and once I’d got her back and was king of the world again I started to take liberties. I’m announcing this to the world now that I have cheated... on Caitlynn. Many times in the last six months and well they say you don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone... That axiom has been burnt permanently into my mind now. I know she’ll never take me back and to be perfectly honest with you, I can’t say I blame her. My opinions, my voice, whatever I may say or feel doesn’t mean dick because of what I’ve done and it’s such a horrible experience...”Mainer stopped again, the second tear rolling down his cheek and hitting the cold stone floor as the lights once again began to dim.Danny Mainer: ”I had an epiphany this last week... about life, about love, about my career, about EVERYTHING I’ve tried to accomplish. My love for Caitlynn Dufraisne spurred on my wrestling career because the money puts food on the table for my little girl and Caitlynn. In my personal life, I am a horrid, twisted, depraved asshole who destroys people for his own personal gain. I’m a HORRIBLE human being, to my fans, to the people that I care about and it’s positively sickening to watch myself. It was once I realized that it’s not all good looks and ego that make me who I am, but the people supporting me that I realized just how important it is for me to win this tournament. I promised perfection, I promised greatness and flawlessness of method. I NEED to win this tournament because I may not be perfect in my personal life, Hell maybe not in the business life either but THAT ring out there is MY ring. It doesn’t belong to anyone else. It is MINE. If I’m not perfect in that ring like I promise, then truly, where AM I perfect because it’s sure not back in Vegas where I now sleep in a motel... afraid of bumping into Caitlynn because I can’t bare the pain of not being with her...”Mainer fought hard to choke back the tears, his expression like that of a wounded animal. His pain is obvious, his passion clear. He knew EXACTLY what he must do in this tournament. He knew EXACTLY what he must do in his life and by God would he do it.Danny Mainer: ”I’m no fucking hero, I’m no fucking philanthropist. I’m no fucking saint. But what I AM is simple. I WAS the Krazy Bladesman, the sword-wielding basement dwelling maniac, the mask that made me famous. I BECAME The King of Vegas, ruler of all with an ego the size of the universe. The time where I first used the Danny Mainer mantle. I AM The Kaiser Der Luft, King of the Sky! Soaring from the top rope to rain a shower of a death upon all those who step into the ring with me. I AM The Weimar Vagabond, half American, half German, ALL intensity in the ring. And when I come out of the semi-finals and henceforth the final as the winner? Well, I WILL. I WILL, BECOME THE IMMORTAL! I AM DANNY MAINER... AND I AM... THE ULTIMATE UNKNOWN!!!!Mainer lunged forward and smashed a fist square into the camera. Static, transmission failure as the glass falls out of the expensive piece, the final image being Mainer’s tear-stained face and his raw emotion as he screamed out to the heavens.FADE
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 22, 2010 22:09:55 GMT -5
Tonight's Warfare is brought to you by...I could bloody well use one 'bout now.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 22, 2010 22:10:23 GMT -5
Criminal vs Danny Mainer Both men come out of there corners ready too fight, squaring up too each other. The fans are clearly behind Mainer, chanting his name. Mainer waves too the fans, leaving himself open too a drop toe hold from Criminal. Criminal backs up too the ropes and waits for Danny too get up. Mainer gets too one knee but Criminal goes for a forearm smash, only for Mainer too grab his arm, stand up and sweep away Criminals leg. Mainer boots Criminal in the ribs repeatedly and then elbow drops him, causing the fans too cheer loudly. Mainer covers and gets a one. Mainer lifts up Criminal and pushes him into the corner before laying into him with some knife edge chops. After five chops Mainer whips Criminal across the ring. Mainer runs after him and goes for a clothesline but Criminal ducks, sending Mainer face first into the corner. Criminal rolls up Mainer and gets a close two. Edison: Close call for Mainer!As Mainer tries too get up Criminal lays forearm shots into the back of his head followed by a knee too the face. Mainer falls back down too his back and Criminal climbs the corner. Criminal stands up ready for a diving splash only for Mainer too hop up and jump onto the second rope. Mainer and Criminal trade punches as Mainer climbs onto the top rope, causing the fans get excited. Mainer looks like he is getting the advantage only for Criminal too poke him in the eye and push him off the top rope! The ref doesn't see it though and as Mainer turns Criminal dives off, hitting him with a flying cross body. Criminal stays on Mainer for the cover but just gets two. Criminal gets up, yelling at the ref, who keeps saying it is two. Maxwell: Danny Mainer plays fair often, but Criminal has not kept within the rules and has not fought honorably so far. I could see Mainer using this too his advantage! Mainer runs too the ropes across from Criminal and hits him with the flying knee too the head he calls the Flatliner, sending Criminal flying too the mat holding his head! Mainers knee slamming into Criminals head can't be heard over the crowd cheering loudly as they see the guy they hate being layed out. Mainer covers but again only gets two. Mainer lifts up Criminal, puts him in a Muay Thai clinch and knees him in the chest five times, followed by a superkick too Criminals head, finishing the Russian Roulette! Mainer lifts up Criminal and pulls him in, in position for the Straight Flush (Single knee facebuster). However Criminal pushes him off, sending Mainer into the ropes. As Mainer rebounds Criminal boots him in the chest, runs too the ropes and bounces onto the second rope. Criminal springboards back at Mainer, grabbing him in an ace crusher position to try and hit The Heist only for Mainer too throw him off. Criminal lands neck first onto the mat, holding his neck in pain. Mainer lifts up Criminal and this time hits The Straight Flush (Single knee face buster) with no resistance! Mainer covers, getting the three/ Winner: Danny Mainer!
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 22, 2010 22:14:12 GMT -5
Sachiele's Saga, Part TwoComposed by KrisOn the floor with my head in my hands, trying to understand... but there's no answers. There's no answers.-- Thursday, March 18th 3:17 A.M. M.S.T.Roughly six hours have passed since Sachiele Willows ascended the stairs and entered her bedroom, a long day's workout guiding her toward slumber. The best-laid plans of mice, men, and muses oft go astray, however... and so she sits on the end of her bed with her legs crossed Indian-style in front of her, a dash of contemplation coloring the blank palette that was her usual neutral expression. Much like the maiden herself, her most private of chambers (shy of the one between her legs, of course) is austere, minimalism and modernism colliding in a palette of whites and light grays that winds up looking more institutional than Better Homes and Gardens. In that way, it is a perfect reflection of the young woman's personality; utilitarian, no frills... cold. Her surroundings have an added bonus, one that never crossed her mind when she moved in; they make her stand out even further, emphasizing her presence in a subtle way. Not that she wouldn't be drawing plenty of stares on her own, what with how her sky blue spaghetti-strap tank-top and matching spandex shorts hugs her frame and all... but every little bit helps regardless of if she cares or not. Just what track her mind has transferred onto is one that we are not graced with the knowledge of, although she does make the transition onto a subject that she has no qualms in sharing.My ascent has begun.That in itself is a topic worth contemplation... enough so that the pondering twist to her expression remains as she continues to speak. Her mind's reflecting does nothing to dull the icy chill in her voice, though.Already I have drawn the attention of the false kings of ACW by enforcing my will over a fool of a man, dominating him as a sign of things to come. Trace made the classic mistake of underestimating me... and the price he paid for doing so served as a warning to each and every competitor here. I may not be as large or as strong as most of the opposition that seeks to stop me, but their self-proclaimed advantages scare me not. If anything, all the more their grandstanding does is make my journey easier. An opponent that talks themselves up as... The Second Coming of Christ, for example, only make me look more impressive when I shatter their hopes of victory. No matter how almighty they may claim to be, no matter how strong or how fast or how skilled they seem - not a one of you has the ability to resist the chill of my presence, much less endure the Frostbite that is sure to follow. Even the thick fur of my opponent's namesake will do nothing to save him - it won't make much of a difference at all.The brunette shakes her head slightly to emphasize that point before she continues.I cannot help but wonder, though; why do you hide behind a comparison you are unworthy of? A panther is one of the most efficient killing machines on land, and one would think that a man that has the audacity to claim its name as his own would be similarly deadly... but that's just not the case with you. No predator would be content to establish their dominance my just barely squeaking by, begging and borrowing their way forward when they can. Instead, they would take no prisoners, leaving naught but a trail of broken bodies in their wake - and that's as far from what you've done here in ACW as you can get, sadly. Not to say that you do not deserve to have some connection to Mother Nature, of course... you merely chose the wrong animal to liken yourself to.A glimmer of deeper thought, further down the rabbit hole... and then realization, her expression becoming entirely bereft of emotion as she brings her conclusion to light.No, you are no panther - you are a hyena, a scavenger that devours the morsels that the true predators leave behind. Perhaps that is why you hide your uneven spots and your squarelike jaw behind that mask of yours while you desperately hope and pray that you blend in amidst the sleek lines of those that truly compete... but your precious ego means nothing to me. No amount of begging or pleading, of whimpering or whining will prevent me from tearing away the lie you've tried to perpetuate to expose you as the cheap coward you are. So go ahead, Hyena; bring your fangs to bear against me. They will serve as tokens of my victory when I wrench them from your jaws.She does not favor her opponent with her gaze as everything fades to black. Without a pack at his back, the Hyena is no threat to her... and even if he had support at his beck and call, he wouldn't rate highly enough to warrant anything but disinterest.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 22, 2010 22:15:24 GMT -5
Segment: Sit Down Interview with Bob Costas! Credit: Theodore “Money” Wellington We come back from commercial and there are two chairs in the ring, one which is occupied by none other than sports interviewing legend….Bob Costas! The fans seem generally pleased to see him and give him a nice, warm round of applause. He takes the mic and raises his hands to the fans who start to simmer down so he can speak.Bob Costas: Hello ACW!!! For those of you who don’t know me…I am Bob Costas. Along with several endeavors I am a sports personality for NBC. I’ve been known to do sit down interviews with the best of the best in the sports industry and today I am here to continue that legacy. I don’t normally interview wrestlers but this man threw enough money at me and so…here I am. So without further adue, please welcome my guest….Theodore “Money” Wellington!!! With that the crowd switches to boo’s as “Drop the World” comes on the speaker. Theodore Wellington emerges from the back wearing a black and red suit and another pair of nice sunglasses. He strolls to the ring with the same swagger he showed up with last week and he has the same slightly evil grin the ACW fans will get accustomed to. He climbs up the ring steps and wipes his feet off on the apron before climbing in the ring. He shakes hands with Bob Costas before grabbing a mic and sits down across from Costas so the interview can begin.Bob Costas: Hello Mr. Wellington! Thank you for sitting down with me here in ACW Theodore Wellington: No thank you Bob. I have a lot to get off my chest regarding ACW and its fans and who better to let it all out to than you? Bob Costas: Well let’s start there. You said you had stuff to say regarding the fans of ACW? They are amazing aren’t they? Theodore Wellington: Not really where I was going with that one. I think the ACW fans are toothless, brainwashed, oxygen deprived goonies! Seriously…they cheer for whoever is forced down their throats and boo who ever doesn’t bow down to their every will and spend every minute trying to please them. The crowd starts a loud “You Suck” chant, this makes Theodore laughTheodore Wellington: You see Bobby? Bob Costas: Well maybe, and excuse me if this is out of line..but maybe you are being a little harsh on the fan. I mean they are the ones who put money in your pockets and keep this place alive! Theodore Wellington: Well let me correct you again…yes they may put money in my pocket but I could do this for free and STILL have more money than all of them put together. I don’t do this for the money…I AM Money. Bob Costas: Ok I don’t mean this in an offence way but…then why are you here? What is your goal here in ACW? Theodore Wellington: See this is why I picked you Bob…I knew you wouldn’t dance around the questions! Why am I here? I’m here because I grew up watching wrestling. I enjoyed the sport and everything about it. However, as time went on I kept an eye on ACW and you know what I saw? This company has not only started a slow, painful downhill fall….but its also ruining the wrestling name as a whole! I look at the talent here and it sickens me. There is such a wide variety of failures here. I mean you have the old timers…pass their prime and not aware of it. You have guys like Thunderkiss and Senator who should be reserving their spots in retirement homes instead of wasting up ACW air time. You have RDK and Danny Mainer….I mean…can anyone really watch these guys and not want to break their TV? Every time they get air time my heart dies a little inside. You have young guys like Buddy Ghee and Red Panther….who? They can’t even get a decent champion!! Your World Champion?? Chris Phenomenal? The only thing Phenomenal about him is how he Phenomenally sucks at every aspect of wrestling and somehow managed to get his hands on actual gold. And your Entertainment champ is none other than the Heart and Soul of Philly…TJ. Heart and Soul of Philly? Every time I turn around, Philly is losing in every aspect of life…I wouldn’t want that associated with me! Bob Costas: Well it sounds like you have a problem with a lot of people here…. Theodore Wellington: And I didn’t even get to the one I hate the most! This guy….Criminal… actually who I am kidding he isn’t even worth mentioning! See I plan on fixing the company from bottom to top…dominating every second I am here and showing everyone they don’t have to watch the crap that ACW puts out here. One day…maybe I’ll buy this place and fire everyone so I can get some real talent in here! Until then I’m gonna shake everything up. Bob Costas: Well since you brought up money and “buying”…do you care to comment on the fact that TWO Indy federations stripped you of a World Title and fired you for buying out your opponents and paying them to throw the match. What do you say to this? The smile and swagger in Theodore’s face turn to anger as he slowly rises out of his chair. He puts his sunglasses back on and walks around for minutes as Costas looks confused. Out of nowhere he turns around and plants a big boot to the face of Costas while he is still in his chair…sending him crashing to the mat! Theodore walks over to him and kicks his prone body a couple times before grabbing the mic again.Theodore Wellington: This interview….is OVER. “Drop the World” plays on the speaker and Theodore makes his way up the ramp to his now familiar chorus of boo’s. He doesn’t even look back as he disappears into the back leaving ACW fans to wonder if they underestimated this man…maybe he is more dangerous than everyone thinks.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 22, 2010 22:17:23 GMT -5
Segment: The Lone Wolf speaks (Credit: XS3)
In the back, we see Charlotte King, ACW's favorite interviewer (with apologies to Kevin), getting ready to conduct yet another interview.
Charlotte: I'm currently standing by with XS3's partner against Chris Phenomenal and the Macho Man later tonight, “The Lone Wolf” Lobo Kerrang.
Lobo soon steps into the camera's view. His ring attire consists of black leather pants, black boots and a black trenchcoat. With a solemn look on his face, he nods to Charlotte.
Charlotte: Now Lobo, obviously you and XS3 have a storied past. Is that what brought you here to ACW?
Charlotte guides the mic to Lobo's mouth. Although Lobo does not speak at first, he soon begins to talk.
Lobo: I will admit, XS3 and I... We go back a long way. When I first worked with him, he was nothing but a sucka, a man who always tried to get his hands on everything. As time grew on though, I developed a much deeper respect for him. All of his personal issues aside, we took each other to the limit and he was a hell of a wrestler. I got him a few times, he got me back. It was tense. I must say though, we've both had time apart from the KWA and each other. And I can say that we've both matured. Yeah, it sucks that the KWA is no more but I'd like to think of this as an opportunity to finally get the ball rolling. I think it's time we introduced ACW to some old school Kriticality!
Charlotte: Sounds interesting. Now then, any words for your opponents tonight?
Lobo: As a matter of fact, yes.
Lobo suddenly takes the mic from Charlotte's hands and gets a look of intensity on his face.
Lobo: Chris, Randy, you punk-ass suckas don't know who you're messing with! You haven't conquered IWF, you haven't lived to survive the Cage of Death, you haven't felt the stinging sensation of getting dropped on your head on an open chair! I am back to my roots and when I team with XS3 tonight and beat you bitches to the ground, you're gonna realize that it's not gonna be a victory, or a statement, or a promise... It's gonna be JUST THE WAY IT IS!
Lobo hands the mic back to Charlotte and begins to walk off. Charlotte nods and concludes her business.
Charlotte: Strong words from Lobo Kerrang. He teams with XS3 tonight and it'll no doubt be “critical”.
Just as she gets the last word out, Lobo re-enters the camera. As Charlotte begins to walk off, Lobo gently grabs her arm and pulls her back to face him.
Lobo: Uhh, Charlotte? You're a nice woman and all but don't be using OUR word, got it?
Charlotte: Got it.
Lobo nods and releases Charlotte's arm before walking off. Charlotte just shrugs and walks off as well.
Fade.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 22, 2010 22:18:50 GMT -5
Thiago Gracie vs. Niger Niali
[spoilers]Winner: Thiago Gracie. Victory by Armbar![/spoilers]
Full match to be posted by Senator
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 22, 2010 22:19:25 GMT -5
”PREACHER” Chris Phenomenal/Danny Mainer In the ACW arena, the crowd went wild as they saw their favourite British-born blonde Charlotte King standing in front of a backdrop talking to some technician who was off camera. With a cappuccino in one hand and a microphone in the other, she just about shat herself dropping the hot drink on the floor as hands locked on her shoulder and a man hollered her name down her ear. This man was practically unrecognizable due to his newly earned facial fuzz but if you looked close enough you could see that it was in fact Danny Mainer, back for the first time in an ACW arena since Ragnarok. With a huge grin on his face, Danny’s beard looked very scruffy but he was otherwise well-kempt. Why hadn’t he shaved? Nobody knew. But I’m sure we’d find out.Danny Mainer: ”CHARLOTTE!”Charlotte King: “Je-sus Danny! Scare the shite outta’ me why don’t ya?” Danny Mainer: ”Sorry.”Charlotte King: “Uh... Danny? You appear to have a little...” Danny Mainer: ”A little what?”Charlotte King: “Face fuzz going on there.” Danny Mainer: ”I’ve not really had opportunity to shave. Truth be told I’ve been living on the streets the last week and a half.”Charlotte King: “You WHAT?!” Danny Mainer: ”Caitlynn kicked me out and I’ve been doing some urban camping. Don’t worry, I’ve been showering but I can’t afford anything more than the bare necessities so natch, I can’t really shave at the moment. Plus, I’ve always wanted to grow a beard and Caitlynn wouldn’t let me. I think it looks good.”Charlotte King: “Jesus wept Danny, I don’t care about the beard! You’re HOMELESS? Jesus. You should’ve told me, I woulda’ put you up for a few nights!” Danny Mainer: ”Nah, I can’t do that to you. Besides, I’ve met some awesome hobo’s and I’ve finally got the opportunity to grow a bitching beard.”Charlotte King: “Oh my God. So I take it you’re here solely to collect a wage packet?” Danny Mainer: ”Of course. I’m purely in wrestling for the money now, Caitlynn’s seized management of all my assets and I can’t afford a lawyer to represent me against that gross injustice.”Charlotte King: “The messed up thing Danny is that it doesn’t seem like this has bothered you in the slightest. Care to tell me why you don’t seem to give a rats arse about your entire predicament?” Danny Mainer: ”Because I completely brought this on myself? I cheated on Caitlynn not once, not twice, but seven times with various different women. I’m announcing it to the world that I am a disgusting, cheating rat that needs to be fed some poison in the cheesewheel. Why’d I do it? I don’t know. Fact is, I’m suffering a fuckload with all kinds of emotional agony the likes you’ve probably never even felt, Charlotte. I didn’t realize what I had ‘til I lost it but I can’t complain, not even once because this was all completely avoidable. If I hadn’t been so stupid, I’d still be happy with the one I loved. My only possession in the world right now is my mobile phone and some kit I bought to keep me vaguely comfortable out on the streets, I lost everything because I lost her. She WAS my everything.”Charlotte King: “Jesus Christ. Danny, don’t go out on the streets tonight. Come back to my hotel room.” Danny Mainer: ”Wow, someone’s forward.”Charlotte King: “Not to have sex with me, you dick. I mean to sleep on the couch or something. Y’know, given that you’ve black-mailed me and tried to kill me and done some other heinous things to me I consider you a good friend.” Danny Mainer: ”So you want me to have sex with you. No, you’re a beautiful girl Charlotte but I don’t administer Dr. Danny’s dickings anymore. I’ve already overdosed. That bad metaphor aside, I appreciate the gesture. Care to ask me about my match tonight?”Charlotte King: “Ugh, whatever. Sure. So, Danny, you face Criminal tonight. How do you feel about that?” Danny Mainer: ”How do I feel about it? Well right now I’m feeling kinda’ rough but I’m sure after I do some stretches I’ll be fine. As for Criminal? I’m not afraid. I’ll be his judge, jury, executioner, prosecution lawyer and the officer that arrests him. Or, alternatively I’ll be the man who completely ruins any momentum he’s got in the company right now. He thinks he’s some hard-ass crook who’s the baddest thing on the roster since the time we all got food poisoning at the 2008 New Year party.”Charlotte King: “Yuck, don’t remind me.” Danny Mainer: ”I remember having to hold your hair out of your face while you spray-painted Gingerdude’s bathtub in barely digested buffalo wings.”Charlotte King: “And I remember doing the same for you about five minutes later, though it was a damn-sight harder with your glam-rock hair.” Danny Mainer: ”Eugh, don’t remind me. Those six string shogun days are LONG behind me.”Charlotte King: “Anywaaaaay.” Danny Mainer: ”Anyways. Criminal? Newsflash, the hardened criminal in a wrestling ring shtick was done a long time ago by a man that some of you out in the audience may have heard of. What was his name again? Oh yeah, that’s right. BK LONDON?!”Boo for blatant racism?Danny Mainer: ”Yeah, I’ve seen it all and done it all in that ring but I’ve never beat BK London. Does that mean you’re going to beat me Criminal? NO way. NO. WAY. You’re not anywhere near BK London’s level, in fact, you’re completely pathetic. I see you sauntering around that wrestling ring with your dick hard, your hair wet, your face painted talking about how you love to stab people and all that shit. You know how you sound like? You sound like a faggot ICP reject. You don’t deserve to lick the shit off the heels of my Doc Martens. You’re the LOWEST form of life, you’re a fucking insignificant speck of shit, a fucking amoeba and I’m going to take great, GREAT pleasure in destroying you inside that ring. You parade around the place talking about your entertainment title reign and about how killed your mom and all this but the truth is you’re just some kid, some little asswipe who stole an old-lady’s handbag, maybe ran with a gang and now you think you’re Big Daddy. You’re a disgrace, I-“The two-time International Champion’s voice was silenced by the bigger dog, the CURRENT World Heavyweight Champion Chris Phenomenal strolling into view with the strap slung casually over his shoulder. The mammoth frame of The Harlem Superman easily dwarfed both Charlotte and Danny and he ever so casually took the microphone out of Mainer’s hand.Chris Phenomenal: Well well well, look who it isn’t? The White Stripes. How’s it going? Danny Mainer: ”What do you want Chris?”Chris Phenomenal: I want to tell you that it doesn’t matter WHEN you cash that Money in the Bank briefcase, you will NEVER beat me. You could cash it in when I’m asleep, you could’ve cashed it in after the Farraday’s Cage Match, I still would’ve made you a pancake in the centre of the ring by steam-rollering you left, right and centre before that live audience. Danny Mainer: ”You’re full of shit, you know that right?”Chris Phenomenal: Mainer, boy. Face facts, I would’ve put you through that table when we first fought and if your little bitch hadn’t shown up at Omega Effect I would’ve had this title a damn sight sooner. I’ve got your fucking number. Hell, I thought my career had sank when I found out I had to face XS3 at Madness but wow, look at you! You’ve got the ZZ Top look going on and smell like you haven’t had a shower in half a century, the world wrestling the best of the best and WINNING, might I add? You’re facing off against Criminal. I mean, CRIMINAL for fuck sake. How low can anyone stoop? GARY is having a better run than you right now. Oh and your girlfriend is settling in at my apartment pretty nicely with me and Paige, dunno what you were thinking getting yourself dumped. She sure knows how to give a good blowjob. Mainer was already infuriated by the intrusion but now to talk smack about his ex? That was BEGGING for a slap. Without hesitating, Mainer lunged and delivered an absolutely deadly bitch-slap right to the face of Phenomenal who staggered back. Phenomenal clutched his jaw, red-faced and furious. Mainer howled his aggressions.Danny Mainer: ”YOU’D BETTER WATCH YOUR FUCKING MOUTH CHRIS, YOU THINK YOU’RE BETTER THAN ME?! HUH?! I’LL FUCKING SHOW YOU. WATCH YOUR STEP AND WALK THE FUCKING LINE, THE PAIN I’M GOING TO BRING UPON CRIMINAL TONIGHT IS ONLY A FRACTION OF WHAT YOU’RE GOING TO GET... WHEN I CASH IN. WALK THE LINE CHRIS, WALK THE FUCKING LINE. YOU’RE A DEAD MAN!”Before CP could reply, Mainer stormed off dragging Charlotte with him. Though the slap from Mainer cained, the reaction was more than worth it for CP who simply laughed at the bitter little man. The final shot faded on him and the screen turned to black.FADE
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 22, 2010 22:20:39 GMT -5
Segment: For the lions (Credit: XS3)
The arena is silent for the time being but sooner or later, that all changes because “Hail Destroyer” enters the arena, heralding the arrival of XS3. The crowd stands as one as they wait for XS3 to emerge from the back. Sure enough, he does so once the voice of Liam Cormier calls out to those who wish to “TEAR US DOWN!” XS3, donned in his ring attire and a Tenacious D t-shirt, looks on at the fans and gets a big grin on his Canadian face. He nods and goes down the ramp, slapping hands with his fans. It looks as if Lobo Kerrang is going to be in the back for the time being, preparing for the main event later on in the evening. XS3 soon enters the ring and mounts on the second rope, raising his left arm in the air and pointing to the fans. XS3 soon sets down and requests what seems to be his favorite weapon of mass destruction nowadays: a microphone.
XS3: We are mere days away from Madness, an emotion that I'm certainly going through right now. The madness that stems from stress and nerves. You see, rather than just sugarcoat it and lie to everyone here about win, lose or draw, I'm just going to come out and say it. I can't afford to lose this match. I have never been so focused on winning the world title than I have now. I can honestly say, seeing Chris Phenomenal hold what I've worked for a good portion of the past decade of my life eats away at me. I can't stand to see the title I've yearned for being held by guys like Chris Phenomenal. He can lead everyone on all he wants about how he's the more honorable person because of Senator's training or how he's the best athlete in ACW today. None of that means anything to me. Chris is the only believer of his own bullshit.
XS3 nods as the fans seem to agree with his words. XS3 pauses for a spit take, obviously being breathless at the price of being a blabbermouth, and carries on.
XS3: See, whereas Chris comes out and he rants and raves about how I'm a coward and how I need to just quit, how I have no chance of beating him... I call it fuel. Yes, it's his words that make me bring out my aggression and my passion for this business, this chase. “Oh Matt, you're such a coward...” And by the way, he still can't get my first name right. No Chris, it's not cowardice. It's my tactics, my game plan if you will. I sized you up last week, I knocked you down and I scraped through with the help of Lobo Kerrang. Your buddies never saw it coming, you never saw it coming and you won't be able to scout a Shadow Step or a Stage Diver just in time. Even with Randy Kanyon on your side, you won't be able to detect my next move. You'll be standing on your feet one second. Then you'll be lying prone on the canvas the next. And all of these fans will make a mockery out of you. And speaking of the fans...
XS3 looks up from the canvas and slowly turns 360 degrees, pointing at every last cheering fan in the building with a smile on his face.
XS3: I'm going to level with all of you here. You have all served your purpose well. By continuing to cheer me on and letting me entertain you, you are all returning the favor by providing fuel for the fire that has been set ablaze in my heart and in my eyes. For letting me become “your hero” of sorts, I am grateful. Your encouragement, coupled with the encouragement received by my family and friends, is going to be the catalyst that helps take down Chris Phenomenal. Granted, I will admit that you guys had a bit of a screw loose last year when you cheered for Jake Steele stealing my family and material possessions but that's all in the past, mind you. I can only hope the forgiveness between us is mutual, heh. As much as I could continue dwelling on the past, there's one more thing I've gotta take care of here: running down Chris Phenomenal some more.
The fans laugh at XS3's last statement and slowly but surely, they see the smirk they've all come to know and love creep across XS3's face. However, that soon fades, leading way to a more determined and focused XS3.
XS3: Chris, I've been as reserved as I can. It may not appear like it but you have not pushed my full capabilities just yet. You're only treading the waters, you haven't even begun to swim. And like a shark smelling blood, I will hunt you down and rip the ACW World Heavyweight Championship away from you. Macho Man has done nothing... and will stay nothing. And tonight will be the last night he ever tries to step foot into the ACW ring. Because with a man like Lobo Kerrang at my side, I know I'm invincible. You think you have me scouted, you haven't even seen what Lobo is capable of. This was a man I went to hell and back with so many years ago. Once enemies, now brothers united towards a cause: ending the Phenomenal Era.
Chris Phenomenal! Randy Dallas Kanyon! When you enter the squared circle with only the most ruthless, cunning, Kritical sons of bitches to ever grace God's green earth, you will be anxiously wondering to yourself... The second before the bell rings... And the second after it rings...
What we have planned for you tonight...
XS3 pauses and once again spins around, acknowledging the crowd.
XS3: What we all have planned for you...
Can you call THAT unforgivable?
XS3 soon lowers the mic and listens to the fans' reactions. They know that Chris Phenomenal is going to have a hell of a time keeping his belt at Madness and they could possibly be looking at the new ACW World Heavyweight Champion. As XS3 tosses the mic to Phillip, who catches it like the cool cat he is, he soon leaves the ring and goes up the ramp, pausing to address some more of the audience. XS3 then reaches the top of the ramp and looks back once more at the fans. With a raise of his left arm, he heads off to the back, leaving the fans to do nothing but cheer and wait for the next event to occur.
Fade.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Mar 22, 2010 22:21:37 GMT -5
Returning soon to ACWThis time, he's bringing a friend with him...
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