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Post by BK London on Jan 3, 2011 18:04:47 GMT -5
Segment: Appeal Denied Credit: Senator
As the show returns from the break, Sam Hawthorne, Stephan Russo, and Johnny Gingerdude are seen backstage in the Chairman's office.
Russo: And I said, it's a joke! This place never did do things as well as GFWWE, now that was a real organization. When we told the people what to do, they did it! But then they all left, and that rather sucked...
Hawthorne: I'm really sick and tired of hearing you spout off at the mouth, you cheeky little worm.
Gingerdude: You two couldn't manage an ant farm without it spilling over and the ants trying to kill you.
Hawthorne: And you didn't do all that great yourself!
Russo: Maybe that'll be my next venture: a reality show where people live inside a giant plastic ant farm thing! I'd probably pay better than this wrestling thing has...
Ginger: Tell me one thing you did better than me.
Hawthorne: I had to clean up your messes...just like how you made another one with that idiot Phenomenal trying to manipulate the championship picture. Not that I like Freeman, but you know what, just to spite you, Gingerflakes, I'll countermand your decision there. Freeman only defends now if he wants to! I don't give two cents anymore if he decides to or not! This isn't my mess anymore.
Ginger: And that is why we are here tonight in this situation.
Russo: Hey, how's about you guys argue and I go get some popcorn, sound good?
Soon, a knock comes to the door.
??: I have a proposition, or rather, an order for you people...
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Jan 3, 2011 18:06:04 GMT -5
Segment: One last mother fwa-cha’in goodbye (Credit: Mark)
In the back, we see a vague but familiar sight: Run Away. The man is dressed in his casual attire, and his hair is tied up instead of in his fanciful ponytail.
Run Away: GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEETINGS, ACW! Although it has been far too long, mmmmmyyyyyy naaaaaaaame is Run Away! Now, I have heard of the tragic news befalling this happy-go-lucky company, and I figured it would only be right if I came down and said a few words! First of all, I remember my brief time in ACW: Yes, it was full of fun and frenzy, but I still managed to show everyone how serious of a competitor I was! Perhaps SLA’s premature demise meant something good in the long run, for it gave me an opportunity to appeal to all of you wonderful people!
Run Away tugs at his beard, absent-mindedly.
Run Away: Furthermore, I want to thank everyone who gave me a chance! Whether I was bouncing off of the walls, or making people smile, I was glad to be a part of your lives for a short time! Even furthermore, I want to thank Thunderkiss for giving me one heck of a fight, and seeing to it I got the last of my SLA pay checks! Such a charitable man he is... Well, I shall leave you for now. Farewell, ACW! And may this company live on in spirit! FWAAAAAAAAAA-CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
Run Away does his crane pose and karate kick before running off camera, rambling in the background.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Jan 3, 2011 18:07:29 GMT -5
Segment: Affirmative Action for All (Credit: BK/Latino) OoOoOOOoooOoOOOOooOO LATINO!
* The crowd erupts into cheers as they hear for the first time in many years the beats of War's Lowrider. He emerges beind the curtain with both arms raised up high and that signature smile on his face. He stumbles a bit but chuckles it off as he continues to walk down the ailse. The fans lean over as they reach their arms over. He slaps their hands and effortlessly rolls inside the ring. Latino stands up as he slaps his chest a few times and is then given a microphone. * Latino: Oye, mi gente... tonight... I never thought I would see tonight. I'm not going to get all sentimental ok? I just want to say... I put my heart and soul into ACW and I am proud to have seen it last this long. We outlasted it so many downs. We made it through when people left, when we were screwed against HWL. We made it through it all and we celebrated every up so tonight we don't mourn. We live and we enjoy. * The fans let out a cheer as Latino wipes a tear out of his eyes. He waits a moment as he savors this last moment to hear the fans roar. * Latino: Pero, now that I've spoke my mind I can now move on to why I'm really out here. I'm looking for that cabron BK London! Come on chico. I know you're back there so come on down and we can finally settle this. There’s a short pause, and we wonder if BK London is actually going to answer this plea to come out from his longtime rival. He does have a match tonight, why would he risk getting into any confrontation before that? These questions only linger for a few seconds before the thumping beat of Kanye West’s “Amazing” pumps into the sound system to quite a mixed reaction from the crowd.
Attired in his wrestling gear, as he should be with his confrontation with a mystery opponent only a few more matches down the card – with quite a disappointed yet perplexed visage.BK London: .....what in the BLUE hell is wrong with you? Latino: With me? With ME?! BK London: YES, with you? You manage to scramble cab fair to drag your ass down to the arena, not to mention you are REEKING of liquor. Absolutely REEEKING. You come in this ring, and you start calling me down to the ring as if I owe anything more than a passing glance… Latino: Hey, hey you still owe me 20 bucks from that summer in Tijuana! BK London: I PAID YOU THAT TWEN- er, you know what? That's not the point! The point is – what exactly do you want with me tonight Victor? I have a match tonight against SOMEBODY. Yes that’s right, A MATCH – I’m not stumbling around here talking to garden plants and pissin’ on the walls. So please, make it quick – WHAT exactly do you want? Latino: Oooooh. I'm sorry, chico. You're busy. That's right. Well, tonight you're about to get even more busy. Tonight, on ACW's final show. I challenge you to a match. * The crowd cheers loudly at the notion of another match. The two men haven't faced each other in years. Latino looks around with a smirk as he continues. * Latino: But, I'm not talking about just any match chico. See, I want to finish things the way it started. I want it to be BK London vs. Latino in a..... Tables match! What do you all think?? * Another round of cheers erupt as Latino paces around the ring. BK looks at Latino with a shake of the head. * BK London: Ladies & Gentleman, not only is this man drunk – but he is completely HIGH. Latino: Drunk?! Probably. HIGH?! Never…well, uh – I did walk past this room full of smoke where The Lost Boys apparently are at… BK London: ENOUGH! Enough of your drunken ramblings alright?! As I have already told you – I am scheduled for a match tonight, and there is no way in hell that they’re paying me enough to have TWO matches – and I’ll be damned if we turn it into a Triple Threat, so you can take your match idea and.. ?: Escuchame, Escuchame! * Both men are interrupted, by a strange but familiar voice. The camera shoots back to Latino's uncle Tony as he walks down to the ring. He wears his classic white suite and a small beard stubble. Latino looks in disbelief as his uncle enters the ring. * Tony: Did you forget about me Victor? Latino: Hey Tio. What are you doing here? I told you to keep appearances to the familiar reunion! BK London looks at Tony, then looks at Latino, back at Tony, and then at Latino..BK London: ….yeah, I’m out of here.. Tony: Whoa, whoa. Don't leave señor. You should stay. BK London: No, I think I'll leave. Tony: Hey! You leave until I tell you to leave. Comprende? * BK and Latino both look at one another as they can't believe what this man is trying to do. BK walks up to Tony as Latino starts walking around the two. Tony starts backing away but BK quickly grabs him by the collar. He shakes his head but BK whips him into the ropes. He bounces back and BK slams him with a Shades of Michaels kick to the face. Tony stumbles back and Latino comes as he grabs his uncle. The fans are now on the their as Latino flashes the classic smirk and performs part 1 of the Three Shots. He twists his hips back onto his feet as he performs a second... and then third to finish off the Three Shots.
Latino jumps back to his feet as he slaps his chest. BK now comes in as he grabs Tony by a leg and locks on the Ankle Lock. Tony is screaming in pain as he tries to move away but BK drags him back. He looks to the left to see Latino climbing up to the top turnbuckle. As London applies more pressure Latino shimmies a bit before he dives off the top with the Frog Splash.
Latino rolls off and BK finally releases his hold. They push Tony out of the ring as he wallows in pain. Both men take a few steps back as the crowd is cheering their heads off. The two icons are standing face to face as they each look left and right... until they are face to face. Moments pass as everyone wonders what will happen now. Will they erupt into a brawl?
London is the first to make a move as he extends his hand in a hand shake. Latino looks down at it and then starts shaking his head. Instead, he opens both arms and comes in for a hug. The two longtime rivals and friends have a variety of thoughts and emotions going through their heads. Tonight, they don't come together in a brutal brawl but as teammates once last time. *
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Post by BK London on Jan 3, 2011 18:08:49 GMT -5
Segment: A Challenge Deferred (Credit: Freeman, Senator)
As the show returns from the break, Senator Steve Phillips and Jason Freeman are seen backstage, walking down a silent hallway. Freeman's title is over his shoulder, and the Senator is dressed in one of his typical finely tailored suits. Phillips is in a rather inquisitive mood, while Freeman looks as if he wants to be anyplace but in the Arena tonight.
Senator: So…there is not going to be a world title match tonight?
Freeman: No. There is not.
The two men continue walking down the hallway in silence. The Senator looks down for a moment, deep in thought. He had not collaborated with Freeman on this decision. He had not known what was going to happen tonight, but had assumed Freeman had picked some challenger. He had been surprised as everybody else.
Senator: You say there is nobody deserving of a championship opportunity tonight…
Freeman pauses, and then looks up.
Freeman: Yes, that is what I said.
Senator: …Well, I may be able to think of a possibility.
They continue walking down the hallway, but Freeman’s eyes narrow as he hears the Senator speak. He had anticipated that a problem might have occurred, but he had hoped to avoid one. That wasn’t going to be happening.
Freeman: Really now? And who might that be?
Senator: You know very well that I have enjoyed watching you take on the weight of the company and rise to the occasion. You are aware that I have supported you at every turn even when I did not approve of all of your methods. I am sure then that you realize that my motivations have always been to help you reach the top since our partnership began. But if you believe there is nobody worthy of a championship opportunity tonight, and the ACW title is not going to be defended, why not give yourself one final challenge and put it on the line against myself?
Freeman :…
There’s a deep silence, and Freeman stops walking. The Senator turns to face him, realizing that this conversation might turn ugly fast.
Freeman: Are you suggesting that tonight I go to the ring and put the belt on the line in a match with you?
Senator: I simply believe that it IS the final ACW show, and a title with a history such as the ACW championship should be defended. If you are looking for somebody you have yet to defeat for the belt, and somebody that has never abandoned the company only to reappear tonight, then it would seem I fit all of your qualifications.
Freeman: A handsome request, Phillips, but I’m afraid I am going to have to decline.
The Senator is a little taken aback by the bluntness of the reply.
Senator: And for what reason?
Freeman: Well, for the simple reason that it won’t be happening.
Senator: I am afraid that is not much of a reason.
Freeman: I have given my answer, and that is final.
When Steve Phillips had made his request, he had not intended to pursue it very aggressively. But something in Freeman’s voice makes him unable to let the subject go. As far as he could see there was nothing wrong with the proposal, and Freeman had shot it down without so much as a thought.
Senator: I am unable to see a problem with the request. You have no challenger tonight, and you have yet to defeat me in a championship match. I do not see it as very much to ask. You ARE champion, and if you were to be victorious tonight, then you would never have to defend the belt again. You would walk out of this company the final ACW champion just as you suggested.
Freeman: The answer is no. I have already stated that these fans do not deserve to SEE a championship contest. As far as I am concerned my in-ring ACW career has ended. I AM the final ACW champion, and I will leave this arena with this belt around my waist.
Senator: I once again must object that---
Freeman: No.
And Freeman turns planning to walk on.
Senator: You would think that after months of partnership I would be awarded at least the grace of my proposal being put under consideration.
Freeman: Hmph. It’s almost enough to make me laugh.
Senator: I must admit that I am not quite sure what you mean.
Freeman: I suppose you thought you’d just walk up to me, and casually bring it up. “Hey, you know what? You’re not defending the belt? That’s funny, why not just put it up against me! You know, if you’re not doing anything else!” Just a casual little request amongst partners, eh, Phillips?
Senator: That is indeed how I saw it.
Freeman: That’d be nice, except the thing is, Phillips, that I can see through your little facade. Finally, the true Steve Phillips is revealed. I was wondering how long it would take.
Senator: And what do you mean by that?
Freeman: I mean that this wasn’t a little spur of the moment idea. In fact, I’m willing to bet you’ve been wanting this for quite a while now.
Senator: I came here tonight perfectly willing to accept whatever championship opponent you had chosen, and to support you fully!
Freeman: Yes, but that’s not really how you WANTED it, Phillips is it? I’ve teamed up with you because I knew that together we’d make an unstoppable team. Our strategic minds paired together could conquer any foe. And I supposed that it would be worth enduring your numerous flaws, but it seems that you were unable to overcome them. I always knew that the true Steve Phillips would emerge, I simply hoped you would have the control to deter him from surfacing.
Senator: What could you possibly mean?!
And then Freeman takes the world championship off of his shoulder, and looks into the gold centerplate. He turns it towards The Senator and holds it up towards his face, close enough that Phillips can see his own reflection in it. Freeman watches the eyes of the Senator, who eventually looks up so his eyes meet Freeman’s and not the gold’s.
Freeman: You’ve always wanted this, haven’t you? Does it draw your eye, Phillips? I can see. I know you want to look at it. Go ahead. Indulge yourself. Stare into it.
Another silence, but the Senator keeps his eyes locked on Freeman’s
Freeman: Have you always watched me hold this belt, wishing it could be yours? Have you always felt its pull? You would help on the outside, but on the inside it killed you. It killed you to see somebody else besides YOURSELF, on top. You could give me all the support you wanted, but you still had time. Then it came to the point where ACW was ready to go under, and then you panicked, Phillips. Because now, you were on limited time. And I should have known as soon as that was announced that you would never allow this show to end without a request such as this. I should also have known you wouldn’t have dropped it. Because as it turns out you are just like BK London was. A desperate and bitter old man looking to cling to the last chance to end up on top.
Senator: This is outrageous! If you think for one second that I have had any hidden motives, you would be a fool! Would I like one more chance at the world championship? Certainly I would! But your avoidance makes me wonder whether you are nothing but talk, and are hoping to escape tonight without having to prove why you deserve the belt you earned!
Freeman: I have proved EVERYTHING I have to prove in the past. I don’t need to defeat you tonight, Phillips, but you NEED to face me. You are burning on the inside. You won’t let me walk out of here as the final ACW champion because through the years, despite the toll this business has taken on your body, you still always believed that this final ACW championship would be around your waist. Despite your words of wanting to see me on top, nothing would DESTROY you more than seeing me walk out of here in that spot. You believe that spot to be yours, and now that there has to be one person to fulfill it for good, suddenly our little partnership seems to have ended. Well, listen, Phillips, I suppose I have no more NEED for our partnership anyways, considering that I have wrestled my final match two months ago. Now, I will be taking my championship, and exiting this building. Enjoy the rest of your show; it seems to have been geared towards you, since all I’ve seen here tonight are your fellow has-beens.
Freeman seems done, but suddenly he stops, seeming to remember one more thing.
Freeman: Oh, and the reason our partnership began in the first place was because I believed that our strategic minds together would be unstoppable. I figured that despite your flaws, we could work together. But it seems that I over-estimated you, because you’d have to be a moron to believe that an old broken-down man such as you could even stand a chance at winning this championship off of me, if we WERE to have a match.
Freeman turns once more to leave, and this time Senator puts a hand on his shoulder and spins him around.
Senator: You can accuse me of anything you want to, but if you believe in any way that I would be an easy opponent than you have learned nothing. You have always had a certain talent but I had hoped that I could maybe extend some wisdom to you as well. Perhaps it was I who overestimated you, because it seems that you too have not changed. If we are being honest with each other, I must confess that I have always believed you at times to be a fool! I had hoped that that side of you would be smoothed out, but it appears that that is not the case. There has never been a perfect man, and you certainly are not the first. How many men have made the mistake of counting me out? How many men have believed me to be an easy opponent only to have found themselves soundly defeated? If you truly believe me to be such an easy opponent then once again I see no reason why you should not prove it. I once again implore you to put that belt on the line tonight, and then we shall see what the result is!
Freeman: Being that you appear to know me very well, I’m going to assume you know what my answer to your question is. I see our partnership has meant nothing to you, but---
Senator: Under the circumstances I believe it safe to say that our partnership has officially come to an end, and none too early.
Freeman: …So be it. You know what? Let me do you a little favor, and impart some wisdom unto YOU before I walk back to my locker room and get ready to leave this building tonight. I am going to tell you exactly what I told Danny Mainer before you. And what I told these fans in that ring. Get a good long look at me with this championship belt, and commit that picture to memory. Let it be a good example of the fact that you cannot always get what you want, politician or not. You can’t always be on top, Phillips. You cannot always be the man in the spotlight. You are an broken down old man, who is nothing but an empty shell of what he once was. Accept your limitations. As much as it hurts you to know that you will not live your dream of having one last celebration. One last time of holding that championship above your head against all odds, it just so happens that sometimes that’s the sad reality. You aren’t going to have that moment. Your dream is dead, so give up. I’ve wasted enough time indulging you. It’s been a nice four years, Phillips, but in the end, as it always happens – I win.
And now Freeman finally does march on, leaving The Senator fuming in his wake. Could he really let it end like that? But what was there to do…Freeman and the chairman seemed to be in sync tonight. If neither was going to make Freeman defend the belt, was there a way for The Senator to get a championship match? Perhaps there was…
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Jan 3, 2011 18:10:37 GMT -5
We Interrupt This Program to Bring You an Urgent Message... ? The camera comes back to the arena as the crowd looks on, awaiting the next segment. Just then, "God Given" by Nine Inch Nails starts playing over the loudspeaker. The lights dim a bit, and the camera fades to the bottom of the entrance way. Fog slowly billows in to sight at the bottom of the view, and before long, a figure emerges from behind the curtain. Clearly male, the figure begins slowly walking down to the ring. Maxwell McNally: Thus far tonight, we've seen many returns and appearances, so a display such as this is nothing new. Eddie Edison: Who is that? "Heaven help a man who sees what I see..." As the voice echoes from the speakers, the majority of the crowd knows exactly who it is. The song continues playing. Eddie Edison: ...You don't think..? Maxwell McNally: There's no way! The lights begin coming back on as we see in plane view, The Reprobate, walking to the ring with a microphone in his hand. An unfamiliar site, however... The Reprobate wears a dark suit, and looks to be about 30 pounds lighter. The Reprobate: ACW... it has been over one year. More than twelve months, I have spent in ACW exile. I must tell you, that seeing this company in the shape it is... leaves me overjoyed.Maxwell McNally: I can't believe we're allowing this man television time, with us fitting the bill! He's got his own show to run, what the heck is he doing here? Eddie Edison: Far be it for me to try and understand his motives, but I think he's here for one reason and one reason only... to gloat. And that's something that we just do not need here tonight. The Reprobate pauses and turns to a ringside fan, who possibly isn't familiar with Reprobate, looking for a high five. Surprisingly, Reprobate high fives the man and then hops up on to the ring apron. He enters the ring and then walks in to the center of it with his microphone in hand. His music slowly dies down. Just then, on the same hand that Reprobate high fived the fan with, is a white rubber glove. Reprobate peels the rubber glove off and tosses it on to the mat. The Reprobate: Just a little precaution... we all know that ACW island is the bacteria capital of the world. Yes, I've returned for this final hour to give the infected wretched refutes one last glimpse at the man who could have saved this company from it's otherwise inevitable demise. But it was not to be... at the hands of a certain committee... who had challenged my inquiry... my motives... and my ideas. None of the people that have challenged me have ever made it out alive. Jake Steele? Gone. Damian DeNiro? Finished. Thunderkiss? Absent. And isn't it fitting... that the very company that housed a revolution to eliminate me, is now going the way of the dodo. Well, Alpha Championship Wrestling, I've just begun a revolution of my own. You know what they say about a revolution... you either join it, avoid it, or get trampled by it.Maxwell McNally: ...Why is his mic still on? Eddie Edison: He might've paid somebody to be here! I heard he's buddies with Freeman! The Reprobate: The primary drive behind my career, since November of 2009, has been to outlive ACW, and see it's death right before my eyes. I don't have to cause it, I don't have to contribute to it... but I'll sure as hell revel in it. As my associates, employees and I put on a wrestling based revolution, I've watched ACW crumble, from afar. As we rose, I smiled. As we innovated, I laughed. As we created, I was enthralled. Not because of my success... but because of ACW's failure. I have become infatuated with the idea of the company that wronged me, being gang raped. And now that the heartbeat has slowly stopped, I guess you could call me one hell of a studdly necrophiliac!Maxwell McNally: Can someone please stop this? There are children in the audience! The Reprobate: So that which does not kill you, makes you stronger... unfortunately for all of you people, the parting shot that left this company reeling was much more fatal than anyone ever could've imagined. I invite you all to take part in a moment of silence for ACW, as I read it the last rites.The Reprobate looks down as the crowd's booing increases. Fans at ringside shout towards the ring as Reprobate simply ignores them. The Reprobate: Anointing of the Sick... faces of past and present... souls here or elsewhere, join us as we pray for Alpha Championship Wrestling's demise. As the chrism runs down the walls, and the tears flow like the blood of Christ, allow us to demonstrate the power of a one true God. Send this company to the dark ages once and for all. Send this company in to exile, just as they had done to others. Prepare for the initiatory, as the final curtain call is upon us.The crowd's booing is as loud as ever, and Reprobate then brings his head back up. Maxwell McNally: Does he think that he's a minister now? Eddie Edison: Possibly in the church of Satanism... The Reprobate: Well, thank you for coming. Allow me to now CLOSE the show. We've had a hell of a run, haven't we?Maxwell McNally: What is he talking about? The show isn't over yet! Eddie Edison: We have many more matches! The Reprobate: Since you people will have nothing to do for the rest of your lives, since apparently you live on an "island" or something, I invite you to tune in to MY wrestling company... the one that's still in business. Where a certain former ACW wrestler, Michael Smart, who was never allowed in to any title division of ACW... is currently our World Heavyweight champion. Possibly the best wrestler... the greatest World Heavyweight champion ever. So I-Just then, The Reprobate is interrupted as "The Biggest and the Best" by Clawfinger begins playing on the loudspeaker. The camera cuts to the entrance area as the crowd turns, and before long Chris Williams emerges from the back. Maxwell McNally: There's Chris Williams! He's wrestled here in ACW in the past, and he's a former PWA World Heavyweight champion, having held the title longer than anyone else in history, including anyone in the GWF, of which PWA's lineage traces back to. Eddie Edison: According to his stats, he's also successfully defended that title more than anyone else who's ever held it. He's held it the longest, he's defended it the most, and it looks like he's got an issue with The Reprobate calling Michael Smart the best. Michael Smart... a serious enemy of Williams, for over a year. In fact, Smart is the guy that Williams beat for the title ONE year ago in January 2010. With a gold cutoff T-shirt draped over his shoulders that reads "CHAMP," he begins walking to the ring, his laugh billowing from within. He looks to the ring with a smirk as he hops up on to the apron and enters the ring. The Reprobate looks on with an inquiring stare. Chris turns to his boss and the two face off from afar... but before long, they both break out in to hysterics and share a big hug in the middle of the ring! Maxwell McNally: Somebody get Rep his academy award... The Reprobate pats Chris on the shoulder and hands him the microphone with a smirk of his own. Chris accepts the mic, and then turns to the audience. Chris Williams: ACW... how does it feel, seeing a man like myself? A man who you COULD HAVE promoted as World Heavyweight champion for a year? A man who would've given you countless pay-per-view classics for the title? A man that you underestimated and treated like shit? How does it feel to see your biggest mistake come back and bite you in the ass?The crowd now begins booing Chris as well, who turns away from them and directs his attention to Reprobate. Chris Williams: Thanks, boss... great booking, as always.Chris then extends his hand to Rep, and the two shake, sharing a laugh in the ring. Maxwell McNally: He didn't book this show! Chris Williams: But just because I respect you, doesn't mean that I won't call you out on bullshit. Rep... you and I have been buddy-buddy for over a year now, so it comes as a big surprise to me, that you would come out here and blatantly disrespect me like you just did. Michael Smart... a man who broke my ex-girlfriend's neck. A man that broke my arm. A man who I've wrestled, and BEATEN... many times before on pay-per-view. A man who hasn't even been World Heavyweight champion for a week yet. You dare to call him the best? Forget Michael Toaster... Shelton Splash... James Murphy... Chris O'Malley... and heck, even the best of the bunch, Don Cicinni. Everybody knows that "THE CHAMP" CHRIS WILLIAMS is the best World Heavyweight champion to ever strap on the belt!At this point, Rep sees the frustration and disappointment in Williams' eyes. The crowd is now starting to side with Williams, as Rep begins backing away and tries to talk his way out of a beating, as he is known to do. Maxwell McNally: The Reprobate is probably the most manipulative human being to ever step foot in a wrestling arena, and he uses that talent to run a tight ship over in his company... but I don't think he's going to be able to calm Chris down! Eddie Edison: He may be quite the motivator, but hearing Rep talk so highly of Smart might have motivated Chris to give Rep an ass kicking! Chris' blood looks to be boiling now, and the crowd egging him on to strike Reprobate isn't exactly calming him down. He raises his mic again, this time raising his voice. Chris Williams: And WHAT makes you think, that after two days with the title, he's a better champion than I was? I held the FUCKING title for eight months! Didn't lose it until I was ambushed and beaten after I had wrestled two matches. I lost it in an IMPROMPTU match that I wasn't prepared for. I was DRAINED. I am and forever WILL be the Champ! YOU KNOW IT. Why couldn't it have been me you put over in the promo!? Why Smart!?Chris lowers the mic and then tears his shirt off, to which the crowd begins cheering even louder, hoping to see Chris knock Reprobate's lights out. Reprobate begins backing up, waving his arms slowly to try and calm Chris down, backing away from the fight. Chris Williams: You think that Michael Smart can outwrestle ME!? You think that Michael Smart would be able to hand with the likes of ME in an impromptu match!? YOU THINK THAT-Chris is interrupted by the sound of the crowd stirring, as the camera zooms out to reveal Michael Smart rolling in to the ring. Smart wastes no time and strikes Chris with an elbow across the back of his head. Chris hits the mat and Reprobate dives out of the ring, unshaken. Smart begins stomping on Williams as he unbuckles his PWA World Heavyweight championship and holds it in the air with one arm, not taking an eye off of Williams. PWA referee Jack Oz slides in to the ring as the bell rings, and Smart hands the referee his title. Maxwell McNally: It looks like we've got ourselves an impromptu title match! And... what- McNally is interrupted by the sound of static, and soon we hear a new set of voices coming to us from the audio feed.
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Post by BK London on Jan 3, 2011 18:11:58 GMT -5
Match 8: Chris Williams vs. Michael Smart – PWA Heavyweight Championship (Credit: Rep) Matt Baily: Are we on? Are we on the air?West Newhaven: I can hear you in my headset!Matt Baily: Thank God, we've finally got those two nursing home mainstays off of the air! Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Matt Baily, announcer of the year for the past 36 months. If you've never heard of me, you probably AREN'T a wrestling fan. At my side is West Newhaven, color commentator extraordinaire.West Newhaven: Baily, I'm shocked! I've never heard you speak the truth about me quite like that!Matt Baily: We bicker, but I figure I can be candid tonight seeing as this is an ACW show. We're going to let it ALL hang out, after all... if I can't be fired for shooting MY mouth off, it's going to be a good night! Besides, compared to those two old goons at ringside, you're a regular Marv Albert.West Newhaven: They sure make a good Statler and Waldorf tribute band, don't they?Smart continues his assault on Chris by stomping and hitting a double axe handle on the downed former champion. Matt Baily: And we certainly do have ourselves an impromptu World Heavyweight title match, and believe me... these are sparse. Our champions don't play hot potato with the belt!West Newhaven: Certainly not, Williams held it for eight months actively, and Roc Anderson held it for four, defending it at every major event! We've got FIGHTING champions!Matt Baily: And they mean something. We don't have the luxury of promoting 15 title divisions, not that we'd need to!Smart now has Chris over in the corner, and he leverages himself on the ropes and stomps on the back of Williams, who is trying to use the turnbuckles to get to his feet, but can't fully stand due to the pain that the kicks send through his back. The crowd is clapping for Chris and jeering Smart by default, being the main representative of PWA. Matt Baily: This crowd seems to have a major problem with Michael Smart.West Newhaven: Maybe it's because he's a wrestler...Smart picks Chris up in the corner and hits a punch to the head, and then brings him over to the ropes, where he lays in a chop and then shoots Chris off the ropes. Chris reverses it, sending Smart in to the ropes. On the way back, Smart goes low, sliding through the legs of Chris. Reprobate can be seen at ringside, pacing about. Matt Baily: Michael Smart, who claims that he's "Simply the Best," just slid through the legs of Williams, something we're not accustomed to seeing him do.West Newhaven: These fans probably aren't accustomed to seeing it either. It was a wrestling move, after all.Matt Baily: Michael Smart is primarily a mat wrestler, not a high flyer or much of a brawler, but he CAN brawl. He's snapped a few necks with that Pain Equation fisherman's buster DDT of his.Chris turns around, going for a clothesline to knock Smart off his feet, but Smart ducks and then sends Chris off the ropes. Chris comes back and goes for a forearm smash, but Smart evades it and goes behind Chris, looking for a Dragon sleeper. Chris rolls out of it and then goes for a DDT, but Smart shoves Chris forward and he lands on his back hard. Smart follows up by going for a leg drop, but Chris moves out of the way at the last second, leaving Smart's leg crashing to the mat. Smart spins around and goes for a kick to the head, but Chris ducks and the two then stare off from across the ring, but much unlike many standoffs between the two, Smart turns his attention away completely, the frustration obvious. Matt Baily: Absolutely astonishing! Michael Smart and Chris Williams have wrestled each other well over 5 times in singles competition for the World Heavyweight championship, with Chris winning each and every time. These standoffs are a custom in their matches... but never before has Smart made it so obvious that he DESPISES the fact that Williams can match him in every way!West Newhaven: You'd be pissed too. Smart is the Heavyweight champion of the World and he can't beat his longtime foe in a simple standoff.The crowd is now on their feet cheering on both men. Smart grabs his head in complete frustration and goes over to the corner, as The Reprobate hops up on to the same apron, talking to Smart, hyping him up. He grabs hold of Smart's shoulder and tries to get him fired up. Matt Baily: Well now we know who the boss is backing...West Newhaven: And that might be drive enough to help Smart win this thing. Rep is one of the best motivators in wrestling. He can manipulate the human mind like no one else. He knows how to get the best out of an athlete.Matt Baily: This match has a completely different complexion from their past contests. Perhaps the greatest rivalry the PWA has ever seen, and it's been going on since January 2010! I didn't mis-speak! ONE year, exactly! Smart broke Chris' arm with a steel chair! He grabbed Chris' ex-girlfriend and snapped her neck in two, right before his eyes! In the past, Williams had the entire locker room on his side. Conversely, tonight, Michael Smart has The Reprobate in his corner. Williams has NO allies in this company!Just then, "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy" by the Revolting Cocks hits on the loudspeaker. The Reprobate and Michael Smart look on from their corner as Chris lets out his contagious laugh once more. They all stare at the entrance way as Kennedy Carson steps out from the back. The crowd starts cheering just because she's a hot chick, with some cheering due to the odds being evened. Matt Baily: It's Kennedy Carson! It's Chris Williams' girlfriend! The gold digger she is!West Newhaven: You call her a gold digger, but she's dating Chris, who has no gold!Matt Baily: I wouldn't be surprised if she was out here to sweet talk Smart... hell, she probably already sweet talked Daniel Smart in the back with those pearly whites of hers.West Newhaven: Hey, those are the whitest teeth I ever came across, Baily!Matt Baily: You know, she claims to be a virgin.West Newhaven: That's about as believable as Chris Phenomenal as World champion.Carson begins walking to the ring with her cell phone in hand, shouting on the phone. She then closes it and puts it in her pocket. Enters the ring and snatches a microphone from the ring announcer. Kennedy Carson: Listen up! Michael Smart... just who the hell do you think you are coming out here and attacking the best damn champion, period!? Michael Smart, you are without question the Charlie Brown of pro wrestling! And I will be your Lucy! If you think that you're going to defend this title tonight, expect to find yourself laying on your back after missing the football, you loser! LOOOOSSSEEERRRR!!!Matt Baily: Well... she's elegant.West Newhaven: She's very ladylike, Matt Baily.Matt Baily: You know... we were getting along so well.Chris begins laughing more, standing in his corner with his arms resting on the ropes. Smart doesn't look please, and just then, The Reprobate snatches a mic as well and begins shouting. The Reprobate: Listen, WHORE. Don't you ever interrupt a match like that again! You know damn well that I'm your fucking boss, and you're nothing but a locker room RAT! I know they've given the STRAP to a lot of women in this company, but tonight is not going to be PMS on parade! I will get in to this ring and personally slap your tits off!Kennedy Carson: If you want it, COME GET IT!The Reprobate: Look, bitch! Just because you dated a Canadian, doesn't mean you can wrestle like one!Matt Baily: The Reprobate, referring to Monty James, Kennedy's ex-boyfriend. A former PWA World Tag Team champion of four months!West Newhaven: I've learned that once a Canadian gets a belt strapped around their waist, there's nothing harder than getting the belt off of them. Just ask Vince McMahon.The crowd is now booing Reprobate for his disrespect of the poor girl. The Reprobate: You wanna fight!? I'll get in to this ring and stretch you like a 30 year old vag! You know who I am, you know my credentials, and you know that I'm your BOSS! You know that when WHORES like you want a PUSH, they know where to COME!Matt Baily: What is he insinuating?!West Newhaven: You know exactly what he's saying Baily. This is all a gimmick, people. You should hear the way Baily talks when the mics are off.The crowd, possibly a very liberal audience, is now booing even louder at Reprobate for shouting at a woman in such a way. Being accustomed to seeing women win titles and wrestling men, they are none too pleased with Rep's harsh, callous words for the female. None too shaken, Kennedy reaches for her feet and pulls her heel off. She tosses it at Reprobate, and it hits him square in the forehead. Matt Baily: BRILLIANT shot!She grabs the mic and then shouts in to it... Kennedy Carson: Nobody out-heels the queen of heat!
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Post by BK London on Jan 3, 2011 18:12:37 GMT -5
Reprobate kneels on the apron, grabbing his head in pain. He then looks up and directs Smart to attack. Smart dives at Carson, who ducks, and just then Chris explodes out of the corner and hits a lariat on Smart, sending him to the mat hard. Kennedy rolls out of the ring and stands outside, on the opposite side of Reprobate. Rep then gets off the apron and stands on the outside as well. Smart rolls over in to his corner and sits, resting his head on the turnbuckle. Rep rushes over and begins fanning Smart with his hands, attempting to cool down the champion. Kennedy begins banging on the mat as the crowd joins her with clapping. Smart quickly pulls himself up, by the ropes. The two then inch closer and closer in the center of the ring. Smart ends the face off before it begins by hitting a back chop on Chris, which the crowd gives a big "WOOOO!" to. Chris responds by grabbing his chest, turning the opposite way, and laying a chop of his own to the chest of Smart, the same Nature Boy response from the crowd emanates. Smart taps his chest in pain, and then back chops Chris yet again to another "WOOOO!" Chris spins around and chops the chest of Smart yet again, and the crowd's WOOOO gets louder. Smart chops Chris again and then does it a second time in a row. Chris backs away, grabbing his nearly red chest. Chris then goes for a discus chop, but Smart ducks and then latches on to Chris, lifting him in the air and dropping him back down with a back suplex driver! Matt Baily: The champion takes control of the match!Smart then gets back up to his feet and hits a few elbow to the downed Chris. Smart drags Chris over to the corner and rests him there. He starts slowly lifting him up and places him on the top turnbuckle. Matt Baily: Smart is going for something big here!West Newhaven: He might be going for that big avalanche German suplex! It takes out his opponent, as well as himself!Smart hammers away on the back of Chris and then climbs up, meeting his foe up high. Smart latches his arms around the waist of the former champion and prepares for lift-off... they fly high... BAM! Smart successfully drove Chris' head in to the mat with the top rope German suplex! The crowd is going nuts for the move, as Kennedy begins losing her mind in worriment for the health of her man... or because her meal-ticket may just be expiring. Matt Baily: Unbelievable! Michael Smart and Chris Williams are both knocked out cold!Just then, the referee begins a TKO count, and should it end in 10, the match will result in stoppage and the referee's decision. However, before the ref can even get to 4, Kennedy hops up on to the apron and begins shouting at him. Referee Jack Oz looks puzzled, and he turns his attention to the valet. Also not wanting his company's title to be placed in limbo, Reprobate joins in on the obvious diversionary tactic by jumping up on to the apron as well, from the opposite side, and shouting at Kennedy. Matt Baily: Is this going to become a tag team match!? We might see some intergender action tonight after all!West Newhaven: Intergender action? What in God's name are you talking about!? That's disgusting!The crowd now begins cheering it all on, wanting to see the two brawl. Kennedy enters the ring and dares Reprobate to enter as well. He accepts the challenge and begins undoing his tye. Kennedy strikes first, and Reprobate responds by charging at her as well. They clash, and the two wrestle to the mat. Matt Baily: CATFIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!As the two main wrestlers lay on the mat motionless, the referee attempts to stop Kennedy Carson and The Reprobate from tearing each other's hair out. Reprobate starts to gain the clear advantage, nearly choking the life out of Kennedy's body. The crowd begins booing, but Smart slowly gets up to his feet, so the diversion is no longer needed. Reprobate then lets Kennedy go and exits the ring. Kennedy is helped out of the ring by ringside personnel. Smart rolls over to Chris and covers him, throwing a shoulder over his enemy. ONE! TWO! NO!!!Matt Baily: Williams is still alive! If he can just hang in there, we might see a two time World Heavyweight champion crowned tonight!West Newhaven: And following the shortest reign ever in Michael Smart, no doubt! That would make history!Smart begins banging on the mat in anger as he gets up to his feet and shouts at Referee Jack Oz. Chris, all the while, is getting to his feet. Chris spins Smart around and goes to whip him in to the corner, but Smart reverses it and then whips Chris in to the opposite corner, sending him crashing in to the referee, who takes the full force of Michael Smart's body charging at him. Matt Baily: Oh no! Far be it for the PWA referees to be taken lightly, but when the World Heavyweight champion charges at you like that, you're going down!West Newhaven: Jack Oz is one tough son of a bitch, but he's not tough enough to get up from that! One athlete's full force sending another athlete crashing in to you? Goodnight!Seeing the referee down, Kennedy Carson rolls in to the ring to make the most of the situation. With her other shoe in her hand, she goes to attack Smart, but before she can, Lala McKnight enters the ring out of no where! Matt Baily: It's Lala McKnight! It's The Reprobate's estranged sister! She has quite the score to settle with Michael Smart! He took the World Heavyweight championship from her client, Roc Anderson!Just then, Lala turns to Kennedy and kicks her right in the face! She collapses to the mat as the crowd gasps. The Reprobate begins laughing and clapping loudly. West Newhaven: You were saying?!Matt Baily: Well, what the hell!?West Newhaven: IT'S THE EX-CHAMPION!Just as Chris was preparing to attack McKnight, the former World Heavyweight champion Roc Anderson slides in to the ring, his Singapore cane in hand. Anderson wastes no time in caning the absolute crap out of Chris Williams, sending him back down to the mat in an unconscious state. The Reprobate laughs even louder as Williams lays motionless. Matt Baily: We saw this in September! This is how Anderson pinned Williams to gain his first ever World Heavyweight title!West Newhaven: Look at him just standing there over Williams' body, with that cane in the air! Smart doesn't know what to make of this!The crowd boos out of impulse, as Anderson gives the crowd a grimace of a man disgusted by his surroundings. Anderson quickly hops out of the ring and takes his valet McKnight with him, and the two leave through the crowd. In his own corner, Smart shakes out of his hazy state, and then realizes he has the match in the bag. The Reprobate shouts to Smart to take advantage, and Smart gets up quickly and stomps on Chris' head, and then picks him up. Smart puts Chris in the position for the traditional piledriver... and NAILS it! Matt Baily: There's the Smartdriver! This won him the title just nights ago!Smart hooks the legs of Chris as the referee comes back to life slowly... ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!Matt Baily: It's over! Smart has defended his title! Not only that, but he now has two victories over his greatest foe, Chris Williams!West Newhaven: Right, but they're both questionable victories! Last time, Smart choked Chris out! Chris never tapped or quit! He lost by TKO! This time, Smart pinned Chris following interference! There's no telling what would've happened if there were no managers at ringside, and no interference!Matt Baily: Nevertheless, you're looking at the reigning PWA World Heavyweight champion! A title held by great wrestlers, who wrestle great matches. You can see all of these great wrestlers, the various valets and managers, and many, many more... next month at the PWA's Valentine's Venom event! For West Newhaven... I'm Matt Baily... and, well... sorry, but now you'll have to listen to those two grumpy old men for the rest of the show! Good night!The Reprobate then enters the ring with the PWA World Heavyweight championship title. He straps the title around Smart's waist and then raises his arm, pointing to the man carrying his company. The duo then makes their way out of the ring and begins walking to the back as the crowd continues hurling insults toward them.
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Post by BK London on Jan 3, 2011 18:15:29 GMT -5
Segment: I want my own. (credit: Mr. Red, BK London)
Camera shows the concourse area of the arena as fans pose and go crazy with a camera filming them. Then out of nowhere the camera spots something out of the ordinary. An ACW star is roaming the concourse in search for something.
Charlotte King is shown running up from behind.
Charlotte: Mr. Red. Can I have a moment?
Red: Where is the souvenir stand?
Charlotte: Right over there. *pointing* Why?
Red: Mind your business, that's why. I want something.
Charlotte: Can I ask you a few questions about tonight?
Red: Providing that you can walk and talk because I don't plan on hanging around these thugs out here all night.
The line earned Mr. Red a chorus of boos from the crowd that had gathered to watch the interview.
Charlotte: You won your fourth Entertainment title on ACW's last night. How does it feel to go out as the final champion and more importantly, the only 4 time champion.
Red: Uh. Feels good.
Red's attention was focused elsewhere. He was trying to get the attention of a cashier at the stand.
Red: Heeey. Come here.
Worker: How can I help you?
Red: I want that ACW replica title belt up there. The 300 dollar one.
Worker: Would you like anything engraved on the name plate?
Red: What does that cost extra?
Charlotte: Sir, if I may -
Red: Hey... you don't see two grownups here doing business? Wait a freaking minute. Geez.
Worker: Well you can buy and already premade "Mr. Red" nameplate for 20 bucks.
Red: Fine. Gimme it.
Worker: 325 dollars. Will that be cash or charge?
Red: Cash
Red threw his money on the counter and grabbed his new, shiny ACW World Title belt and started off on his way with Charlotte keeping pace behind him.
Charlotte: Red, why did you buy that belt?
Red: Why you always nagging on me? You're like a spouse. Why this, why that, blah blah blah. Listen, you wanna know what I just did? I bought myself an ACW championship. Why? Because in 4+ years in this stupid company, I never had a fair shot at the championship. Everyone in this company knows that Mr. Red is, was, has been the most deserving of an ACW world title run. But no, clueless bastards like Freeman end up getting those shots and runs with the title. This company is run by a bunch of clowns. What does Mr. Red have to do to get an ACW title? Fucking buy it. I have to go to that stand over there and purchase one of my own. Whatever. It's done. I have something I can take home and call "my ACW championship." It can go right up on my mantle with the Entertainment title. That's all I have to say to you. Consider this a case closed matter.
Red turned and disappeared thru a set of double doors that let into the locker room area. He stopped just inside the door to pick up his Entertainment Championship belt that he dropped off before heading out with the fans. He marched thru the hallways under the arena with his Entertainment strap on one shoulder and his replica ACW belt on the other. He turned a corner and ran into an old foe whom he had stolen the Heavyweight title from on a regular occasion.
BK London: Seriously? Again?! Is the security so bad around here that the same person can just make off with the same title over and over?!
Red: What?
BK London: ….you steal the ACW belt again?
Red: It's not what it looks like, dude. I bought this with my hard earned money. Look, I have a reciept.
Red pulled the reciept out of his pocket to show it to BK
BK London: You bought yourself a replica belt?
Red: Yes. This stupid places never gave me any real shot at it. This is the only thing I can do to say that I got the ACW championship.
BK London: You could have worked a little harder to win one.
Red: Excuse me?
BK London: You know what? I have enough on my table tonight – so don’t worry about it, I’m not here to start a fight. I waas just passing by and ran into you. Look, Red, we have had a lot of battles and a lot of enjoyable moments in ACW. Despite what other members of the roster thought of you, you definitely have earned the respect of me – sadly. Good luck in wherever your future leads.
BK stuck his hand out to Red. The move stunned Red for a moment as he stared down at the hand for a second, seemingly unsure of what to do. After a moment, he slowly reached out and shook the hand of BK.
Red: Likewise. You have always been one of the few I could get along with in this company.
BK London: Yeah well, you still fail and life.
Red: And I still plan on banging your wife..
A chuckle from BK London and with that, they break off the handshake and BK goes on his way, walking past Red to continue down the hall. Red watched him leave and finally walked off on his way.
END SEGMENT
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Post by BK London on Jan 3, 2011 18:16:46 GMT -5
Segment: The Gauntlet is Tossed (Credit: Freeman, ??, Senator)
As the show continues, Senator Steve Phillips is seen in the middle of the ring, microphone in one hand, a manila envelope in the other. Usually the epitome of self control, Phillips hardly looks like the seasoned politician at the moment, his hair a bit disheveled and a wild look in his eyes.
The Senator: Jason Freeman, you get your backside out here this very moment! Come on, "champ!" We do not have all night to waste on your antics! If you do not get out here within the next thirty seconds, I shall have no choice, I repeat, no choice but to take truly drastic measures! You cannot hide any longer! This is your last chance to settle this like men, to settle this the right way! Regardless if you bring your sorry, twisted, cowardly carcass to this ring or not, I will ensure that this night will go down in infamy for you, I give you my word that it...
Freeman: Ok, ok, enough already, you want to have a heart attack over there, it's no skin off my back anymore.
Jason Freeman, ACW title at hand, walks through the entranceway, looking rather miffed at the prospect of approaching the Senator again as he walks to the ring, holding a microphone all the while.
Freeman: Look, I'm only humoring you here, so say whatever you want to say, so ACW can either book you in some match with Libertines or Franchi$e or whatever scrub they feel you can still beat, and then I'll be on my way, I've got a flight to catch out of this pathetic little island anyway.
Senator: I rather pity you in a way.
Freeman: Excuse me?
Senator: You consider yourself a master planner, a strategist supreme, but you tripped up tonight. You see, I can hardly let you step away from here with that belt, at least without seeing that you earn that chance to take it away from here.
Freeman: I already told you, old man! I'm walking out of here with this belt at my side, and I don't need to prove a damn thing!
Senator: And yet, you still must defend it.
Freeman: Whatever, your little reverse psychology games might work on some of the feeble minded concussion heads around here, but it's not working on me.
Senator: Ah, but that is where you get things entirely wrong, and it is also where I play my final trump card!
Freeman: Which might be...
Senator: In this envelope, I hold the key to that title. Or realistically, a chance for it. For in this slip of paper, is my ACW contract. An interesting little bit of bureaucratic beauty, for I managed, back in the Gingerdude days to slip in a few clauses specific to my own paperwork. Specifically, this states that I have an indefinite rematch clause to any title which I might suffer the misfortune of losing. There is no expiration date, and furthermore, I can select any opponent I wish to face, so long as the current title holder is in play.
Freeman: What the...no, no, no, no...that's freakin absurd! Hey, Ginger, Hawthorne, Russo even, someone come out here and tell me this is a joke!
Senator: I already cleared it with the "brain trust" in the back. This little bit of trickery would pretty much have gotten me fired if I presented it back in the day, so to say, but seeing this is the last show, I figured that no time is like the present to use it!
Freeman: So what if I just leave here?
Senator: Then that title becomes automatically vacated, and you get taken to court! This is a legally binding contract!
Freeman: This is unacceptable! But...even so...I don't care. If I have to squash a bug one more time, I'll do just that. Just don't think I'll take it easy on you, Phillips, I'll send you home in pieces. This place is no country for old men, and I'm going to use you as the prime example.
Senator: Superb, I would like nothing more than to erase your preconceived notions and to prove once again why...
Suddenly, the lights grow dim, and a very familiar theme hits the PA system.
"Hate Me Now" by Nas pumps out into the Arena, and a spotlight features the frame of none other than...
Freeman: Chris Phenomenal? Just when I thought this night couldn't get better.
Sure enough, Chris Phenomenal walks out onto the entranceway, and he could hardly look happier...or really, more angry.
CP: Ok, this is a load of crap! I don't care how much of an act you two want to put on, but all I see here is collusion and collaboration between two of the slimiest figures to pass through this curtain! Jason Freeman, you always were a lame ass champion, you couldn't tie my laces! It figures you'd want to keep your title like this, facing Senator in a farce of a bout! And you, Senator, I respected you at one point more than anyone else around here! What the hell happened to you now? You really think you're going to give your buddy here an easy out with all these mind games? We all know you're doing a job here.
Senator: So, you want in on this party?
CP: Damn straight I do. I carried this company on my back, we'd not even be here if I didn't do so, and I'll be damned if I let you two make a joke out of the main event tonight! You better believe I want in on this match, I want to make this a real match. Even more, I want to prove to these people one last time why they call me Chris Phenomenal, I want to show just why I was once the most feared man in the business, and why I still deserve to be called champion.
Freeman: Too bad I'm not interested in your charity case, I don't care what you want, you're not getting it. You don't have a special little piece of paper like Senator here, so you should actually be thankful that you're going to be spared the embarrassment of losing here...
CP: Shut your face, Freeman! You think I'm going to just let you two walk out here tonight? Neither of you could take me one on one, and both of you don't even have the nuts to face me together! In fact, you don't want to face me, fine...just watch your back later, you better have the best damn security crew ever watching around you two as you leave in your little limo, 'cause I'll be ready and waiting...
Senator: You really think you could walk all over me?
CP: It's not a matter of me thinking it, it's a matter of me doing just that if I'm in that ring.
Senator: Fine, then prove it! You see, this contract specified that I can pick my opponents! It never said that I just had to pick one! You wanted in, well, I...
Freeman: Are you insane?
Senator: Perhaps I am, but we are both going to face Chris Phenomenal in this triple threat match tonight.
CP: That's all I needed to hear. You better be ready.
And with that, Phenomenal exits, stage right, his goal having been met.
Freeman: I can't believe this! You think you can control my destiny like this?
Senator: Always told you, no matter what the situation, you control your own destiny. Just a matter of mental preparations. I am more than ready for this...are you?
Phillips, having said his piece, tosses the microphone to ringside, and walks out of the ring, leaving Jason Freeman by himself.
Freeman: You people don't deserve this in the slightest. But you want to see this title defended, that's what you're going to see. I'll show you all just what Jason Freeman is all about, and I'll walk out of here with this belt, just as planned.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Jan 3, 2011 18:17:22 GMT -5
Match 6: Jonny Spade vs. Gooey Garth - International Championship (Credit: Jonny Spade)
As the night continues on, the crowd is enjoying everything that they have had thrown at them and are wanting to catch more and more action from the ACW fans. What else is there? ....well my entertained reader this narrator will stop talking and let the ACW superstars show you since Phillip is entering the ring now... ooOOooOooooo
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome the longest reigning ACW International Champion... Jonny Spade!!!!
The crowd goes bananas as "Wont back down" plays on the P.A system and Jonny Spade appears on the stage with the big ole smile on his face he then walks down to the ring and once in the ring he walks over to the other side of the ring motioning for a microphone. A stage hand there gives him one and as he opens his mouth the fans begin to chant for him, he lets them go for a bit then motions for them to shush down and they oblige and begin to simmer down so he is able to speak.
Jonny: Wow....just wow it's great to be back. It's great to see everybody here once again. I knew I would be back here again someday to greet and entertain you fans but I never thought the next show was gonna be on the very last episode of ACW's existence. So to wrap things up I would just like to say to you fans...THANK YOU!
Just as he finishes a familiar face to the fans but a new face to Jonny shows up on the alphatron and its the face of Samuel Hawthorne. The camera has his face zoomed in and focused on quite clearly as he begins to speak to Jonny.
Samuel: Jonny! So good to see that you and thanks for making an appearance for the fans on the show.
Jonny: Oh it's no problem at all. Anything for the fans!
The fans pop and cheer.
Samuel: Anything you say? Well then please get ready because you shall give the fans what they want to see which is a match right here and now...against a guy you are greatly familiar with in the ring and in the virtual worlds.
There is a slight pause in the arena as they anticipate the person many begin to talk among themselves guessing who it would be. When suddenly "Clutch by Mob Goes wild" hits and the fans just go bonkers once again as they see GooeyGarth show up on stage. Jonny is shocked that he would be participating in his last match against GooeyGarth and once Gooey looks down to the ring he looks just as genuinely shocked but really who else would be such a better fit for these two characters to end their career in ACW against? Gooey makes his way down to the ring and slides in. The ref follows closely behind him by sliding into the ring. He rings the bell and everything gets underway.
*bell rings*
The two eye each other up and look for an opening that they can exploit on each other. They both begin to circle the ring and both meet in the centre for a collar-bone tie up. The intensity can be seen between the two as they hold it for a good long time. They both break it up though as they can see that it's not getting them anywhere fast. They step back and begin to circle the ring once again looking for the upper hand but it just leads to another collar-bone tie up. Gooey does find a way to get an upper hand and turns it into a headlock. Gooey latches on good and tight but Jonny is able to push him off causing Gooey to run into the ropes. Jonny stands up fully and meets Gooey off the bounce back with a shoulder block which Gooey provided with one of his own causing the two to stare each other down. Jonny retaliates with bouncing off the ropes for a shoulder block of his own but Gooey stands tall with Jonny and blocks it showing little to no effect. The two stare down each other and then without warning Gooey charges at Jonny with a thunderous clothesline sending Jonny crashing down to the mat and scurrying away to the apron. Gooey follows him and once Jonny is on the apron Gooey reaches over and pulls him up by his head and sets him up for a suplex back into the ring but Jonny is able to counter it by twisting out of it while in mid air and lands on his feet. As he does he grabs onto the shoulders of Gooey and pulls him back as Jonny jumps up for a double knee backbreaker onto Gooey causing him to fall to the mat writhing in pain. Jonny crawls over to Gooey and makes a cover but get a 1.5 count out it it.
Jonny moves to the feet possibly looking for the Texas clover leaf but Gooey who is quick minded at the moment catches what is going on and rolls Jonny up into a small package but only gets a 1.5 of his own. Both quickly get to his feet but Jonny is a smudge quicker as he gives Gooey a kick to the gut that sends him crashing into a nearby turnbuckle. Jonny steps back and sees that Gooey is staying in the turnbuckle and this gives Jonny an idea as he moves to the opposite corner and then charges to Gooey going shoulder first with a spear into his gut. Gooey folds like a piece of paper holding his gut causing the crowd in attendance to go "OOOOOOOOO" Jonny gets up from his knees and makes his way down to the corner once again and charges at Gooey once more but Gooey this time ducking in between the middle and top rope resulting in Jonny getting up close and personal with the ring post. Gooey stumbles into the middle of the ring waiting for Jonny to get up and begins stalking him and Jonny does as Gooey expects and wanders into the middle of the ring. Gooey crouches and proceeds to lift Jonny up on his shoulders but Jonny slides off and Jonny quickly gains his balance on his feet and as Gooey spins around Jonny picks him up for a Silver Spade and as Jonny swings him around and at what looks like it's going to connect Gooey is able to counter it into a DDT. Jonny does a face plant into the mat and the crowd pops huge for it Gooey crawls over and this time gets a 2 count from the referee.
As the two of them begin to get to their feet they both begin throwing punches at each other landing on the side of their head they both get to their feet both men bounce off the ropes behind each other to throw harder punches. This time though Gooey bounces off the ropes and lifts up his leg for a big boot that Jonny is able to duck but just barely and as Gooey turns around Jonny grabs him and lifts him up high for a high angle spinebuster that makes the whole ring shake. Jonny hooks the leg but because of how close they are to the ropes Gooey is able to get to the ropes and grab hold of it.
Jonny begins to look frustrated and pulls Gooey to the centre of the ring. He picks him up by the head and puts him between his legs for a powerbomb but Gooey counters it for a backbody drop. The crowd pops again and Gooey stays on top of him as he turns around and grabs Jonny now by the head and puts him in between his legs and now as Gooey begins to pick him up he stops as Jonny drops his weight so hes not able to lift him. Jonny then begins to stand up and pick up Gooey onto his shoulders from that position and in one quick motion he manoeuvres Gooey onto his shoulders and throws him off for a Jonorums slam before Gooey is able to realise whats going on around him. Jonny hooks the leg and finally gets the 3 count infront of the fans in attendance.
Phillip: And the winner of this match, and STILL, International Champion – Jonny Spade!
Gooey lays on the mat for a moment, staring at the ceiling. He looks weary and broken. Jonny sits beside him also tired from the match. Gooey then turns his head to Jonny and visably talks to him.
Gooey: I'm sorry man, for a lot of things.
Jonny: What are you apologizing for. What did you do this time?
Gooey: Nothing. Nothing at all.
Jonny: Come one, don't hold out on me. If you pulled something without me I'm going to be very disappointed.
Gooey: No, really. I havent done anything...
Gooey rolls out of the ring and stumbles his way up the ramp. Holding his sides he looks like someone in incredible pain. Jonny, in the ring, sits up onto his knees and looks confused as he watches Garth make his exit.
Meanwhile back in the ring, Jonny Spade perches himself firmly on that middle turnbuckle and holds up the International Championship he rightfully retained. It’s this moment that Jonny Spade will never feel again, the exciting feel of the live crowd, and it almost brings a tear to his eye. He stands in the middle of the ring, and slings the International Championship over his shoulder and points out to all the fans in the crowd and applauds them. He bows to them, they have made him the man that he is today after these past 6 and a half years – and for that he’s thankful.
However, things are about to take a sudden turn for the worst for the International Champion…
“Hawthorne’s theme” smacks against the ears of the fans in the crowd, and just like several times throughout the evening thus far, they meet him with a bunch of boos. He walks out, still nursing his neck a bit from that attack from Gingerdude earlier, with a microphone in hand and Spade is just as perplexed as the fans in this audience are.[/i]
Samuel Hawthorne: I know I know, I’m the last person you ever thought you’d see out here – but guess what folks? We’re going to have another match out here, and it’s going to be right now – and it’s going to be featuring the INTERNATIONAL Champion Jonny Spade.
Spade can only mouth “WHAT?”, as he drops his title down to his side and he definitely wants some answers.
Samuel Hawthorne: You see, there’s someone who still deserves his just desserts tonight. Earlier in the week, I was approached by a certain wrestler who wanted to ensure that he would get the match he deserved on the final show of ACW – but you see, with plans already set in stone and a big money match confirmed, there was no way I could go through with it and leave the fans – and more importantly – the sponsors to this show unhappy. When I told him that, he became very irate – and trust me, he’s not someone you want to make mad. So instead, I promised that he would get his championship opportunity – but not the World Championship. So Jonny Spade, I’m sorry but – you’re not done tonight. Cashing in his Crucible Championship match, I welcome you your opponent, ‘The Soul of Philly’, TJ!
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Post by BK London on Jan 3, 2011 18:18:55 GMT -5
Match 7: Jonny Spade vs. ‘The Soul Of Philly’ TJ (Credit: BK London)
”Hide And Seek” by Nonpoint hit, and the fans aren’t too happy about this turn in events and neither is Jonny Spade. There’s not much to TJ’s entrance, as he quickly steps through the curtain and he races down the long ramp to the ring and Spade is given little time to prepare. The near 7 footer slides in the ring and immediately Spade goes on the offense with several forearms, pummeling him down to the mat. The bell sounds,
Spade’s forearms are having little to no effect, as TJ eats them and quickly forces him into the nearby corner – drilling him with shoulder thrust after shoulder thrust in the ribs. Quickly pulling him out the corner, he grabs him and delivers a major Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex that nearly sends Jonny out the ring.
Spade is down on the mat, and TJ doesn’t allow any room to breathe as he picks him up again and now irish whips him across the ring into the ropes. A big boot is attempted, but Spade manages to duck under it. The International Champion comes off the ropes and takes TJ down with a major shoulder block. The crowd lights up, and the two get up and this time it’s Spade who lands a major scoop powerslam. He goes for a cover, but it doesn’t even initiate a one count.
This is a bit scary, and Spade knows he’s going to have to pull out something bigger to keep the big man down – he bounces off the ropes, but as he comes off he meets the fat of a wicked spear that could possibly have destroyed the insides of Toronto’s own. With Spade finally down, TJ sees the perfect opportunity to finish the job. Grabbing him by his throat with both hands, he pulls him back up to his feet and now into the air. Coming down with a massive spinebuster, the Soulbuster has been delivered – and he just places one hand down on his chest. Despite what the crowd would like to have happen, with the strenuous match from just minutes prior – Spade may not have what it takes to finish this one. It’s academic.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE!
Phillip: And the winner of this match, and NEW ACW International Champion, TJ!
”Hide And Seek” hits once more, and it’s quite a mixed reaction for TJ and his tactics used to become the champion. But that doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter at all as ‘The Soul Of Philly’ is rewarded the International Championship and he goes absolutely nuts.
He looks at it, and raises it high in the air in triumph – scoring his second title win in ACW, and one on the last possibly night to. He tells the referee to place it around his waist, and the referee obliges and straps it on.
He doesn’t even notice the fans in the crowd booing him; he’s in his own realm – knowing while he didn’t get his ACW Championship match, he has made his mark. And quite an exclamation mark it was. He’s ACW’s LAST International Champion, and he couldn’t be more happier to add that to his resume.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Jan 3, 2011 18:19:59 GMT -5
Parting Words (Credit: Rattlesnake) I just wanted to take the time to convey some of my thoughts and feelings. As I sit here and type this, I can't help but think about how I came here, how I got into fedding, how I got into wrestling (sports entertainment). It started with my cousin. He got me hooked. I was a late bloomer into professional wrestling. I didn't know much of anybody aside from who was in the WWF back in the late 90s. It began at that point. I started buying the games like Warzone, Attitude and branched off into the Smackdown franchise. After a couple of years, I wanted to try my luck at writing. 'Lo and behold, I found one thing I could be good at. My creativity allowed me to write and entertain anyone who read my stuff. I started fedding back in 2001 with Torak's fed, the VWF. I didn't think too highly of my writing at the time, so I wanted to fight for a low-ranked title. Once the first show's card came up, I'm booked in the Main Event #1 Contender's Match for the VWF Title. I nearly shat a brick. Needless to say, after a month or two, I became the VWF Champion. I felt like I was on top of the world. I met some interesting people, one of which is a good friend that lives about 10 minutes from me now and I got to interact with several different people that not only admired me as a writer, but also as a person. For almost 10 years, I've seen highs and lows. I made my fame off of knowing how to play to everyone in the fed. I would set a plan into action and literally run with it. I would say things contradictory to what I was actually doing and, in essence, setting you up for the biggest swerve I could think of at the time. My most memorable one has to be The Revolutionary. I planned that one out, and while I didn't execute it the way I wanted to, I spent a good 2-month period working it. Snake's going to retire, mystery guy shows up and makes fun of him...Snake gets coerced into recalling the retirement and after weeks of attacks, fights, and beatdowns, the big reveal. Soooo many people got swerved. I did something similar with Ben Hatley, which no one saw coming, but it, once again, not executed like I wanted it to be. I still feel as if I did a marvelous job on whatever plan I was working on. But that's all straying from the point of this. My point is parting words. And it's with a heavy heart that I make this decision. This show, this final ACW show marks the end of my fedding career. For almost 10 years, I had so much fun writing for people. I entertained you with my kooky ideas, my swerves, my actions and words in general. I feel as if I still owe you all more, but I know that I cannot do that. With work taking it's toll on me and another endeavor I've gotten into, I've learned that sacrifices have to be made. And so with the final ACW show, I'm calling it quits on fedding in general. My other endeavor deals with the Smackdown games in actuality. If you haven't heard of newLegacyinc, then I suggest you look them up on YouTube. Basically it's douchebaggery with wrestling games, shows, anything. We pretty much make fun of anything, no matter how shitty it is. But we also play a lot of Smackdown vs RAW 2011. We even stream it on Justin.tv. Here are the links. www.youtube.com/user/newLEGACYincwww.justin.tv/newLEGACYincCheck us out sometime. Hell we'll be streaming some day this week, so check out the Justin.tv page, register for an account (if you don't have one), click on that follow button and get email updates on when our stream goes live. Ok, enough of the shameless plug there. I want everyone here to know that I'm damn proud to have been a part of ACW and I'm honored to take part in it's final show and to have it's final show be my fedding finale. It gives me great joy because you guys truly are the best group of fedders I've had the privilege of working with. I'll catch you guys and gals on the flip side. Dustin
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Post by BK London on Jan 3, 2011 18:20:43 GMT -5
Segment: The End of the Road (Credit: Senator)
As the show continues, Senator Steve Phillips, now wearing his warmups, and an old, familiar, threadbare "Steve Phillips for Senator" shirt stands across from "The Internet" Kevin Anderson, his longtime interviewer, and annoyance.
The Senator: Well, well, well, Mr. Anderson, we stand here one last time, after all those years, and you know what my final regret is?
Kevin Anderson: What is it?
Senator: That the lovely Miss Charlotte was not the one conducting this interview.
Anderson: Hey!
Senator: I jest...partially, but in all seriousness, there is no turning back now. No time to rethink anything, to change anything, this is the end of the line, the last chance to go all out, to leave my final legacy in Alpha Championship Wrestling. I politicked my way into this match, and I shall not go out there a shell of my former self, and I will leave everything I have in that ring.
Anderson: Do you really think you still have it?
Senator: To be honest, these have been tough times for me. In the political realm, I might be the most prominent pariah currently residing in Washington! The Democrats hate my guts, the Republicans do not trust me in the slightest, and the independents think I am three fourths crazy! Hardly the recipe for further electoral or legislative success, really. So, while I still have my connections and my successes, to say that I can simply retire to my day job would be rather presumptive.
Anderson: But what does that mean for your title challenge?
Senator: It means that I will do anything, you hear me, anything it takes to win this! I have been traveling around the country and even the world to prepare for this last day, as I had gambled on using my clause. I trained with Randy Couture in his gym, and received invaluable advice from one finely aged warrior to another. I met with Manny Pacquiao and Freddy Roach for work on my boxing, and in return, gave a fellow fighting congressman a few words on how to keep the political and the fistic realms from clashing. Most of all, I called up some old friends, and trained long sessions with "Textbook" Tim Dwight, Mr. Nobunaga, and the Capitalists in Washington, and reinvigorated my roots as a mat based fighter.
Anderson: Impressive! Do you have any strategies in general for Jason Freeman, and your other contender, Chris Phenomenal?
Senator: They know a good deal of my game, they know what I am about. I mentored both of them, fought both of them, we share a common history in this organization, Jason Freeman earned that title with my assistance, but he carried it like a true champion. Chris Phenomenal might be a reckless fool, but he is a true warrior. Neither shall be easy to defeat, and to allow a little arrogance at my age, so shall I. I look at this match as the cap onto the legacy, not only of my own, or of my fellow competitors, but for ACW as a whole. We will all go out there with the goal, not just to win, but to win as a real champion. God willing, the results will be a boon to all those involved, I can only go where He allows.
Anderson: So, do you have any last stories you'd like to tell to a live ACW audience? Anything that went down backstage that you'd like to share?
Senator: Hmm...I do have one story that I would like to recap. This story started long, long ago, as a young college graduate, amateur boxer, and judoka returned from a successful trip to compete in the dreaded USSR. That young man was then introduced to some luminaries in the professional wrestling industry, and founded his own organization with the connections he had. He competed well in said organization, but was not satisfied there, making the rounds of the leagues, traveling across national borders, even as he built up a political career. His career led him eventually to the GFWWE, a chaotic upstart with a tremendous talent pool. He fared well in the GFWWE, despite the horrible structure of the group, and after a hiatus to take care of politics, he made his long awaited ACW debut. Now, those early ACW years were fruitful in terms of strong matches, but not in gold, but that man, older now, would not have traded them for the world. He grew older, as did ACW, and he ended up with much success along the way, memorable matches, feuds, and title reigns to his name. Now, he stands here tonight, ready to throw down in the squared circle for one more night here, in a place that he needed more than it needed him, in a arena which holds many memories for him. He might be emotional, but he hides it well, he might even be nervous, but experience will take over when needed. When it is all said and done, he will not be concerned about the adulation of the crowd, all that will matter is that he did his best.
The Senator's tone is almost at a whisper at the end of his monologue, a vibrant smile on his face lights up, but with just the slightest tinge of nostalgia visible as he takes a deep breath and raises his tone considerably, causing Kevin Anderson to jump backwards a step.
Senator: For you see, Jason Freeman and Chris Phenomenal each have to contend with something that they did not count upon! Oh no, they may think they have an equal shot at that gold, but they neglected to realize one thing, and that is this: they are dealing not just with an ordinary competitor, but with the news maker, office taker, record breaker, world shaker, the roughest, toughest, most intelligent son of a gun ever to step foot inside the squared circle, they will have to contend with the master of the Fillibuster, the king of the knife edge chop, the true technician, the grand patriarch of the ring, the nonpareil founder of the greatest stable in ACW history, the two time ACW Tag Team Champion, the longest actively reigning International Champion, the two, going on three time ACW Heavyweight Champion, the one and only Senator Steve Phillips, and that, my friend, for one more time, is nothing...yes nothing...but the truth.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Jan 3, 2011 18:21:59 GMT -5
Segment: Putting Things To Rest (Credit: GooeyGarth)
Scene opens with Gooey in a dimly lit empty locker room, folded over on a folded out chair with a wet towel over his head. The camera can't pick up any expression of his face from how buried it is. He reaches infront of him onto the bench and grabs a prescription bottle. Throwing back his head he swallows the entire bottle. While chewing a mouthful he chucks the bottle into the corner.
Not long after, the door behind him opens up and Jonny Spade enters the room. Gooey looks behind him, his eyes sunken, holding in two red, swollen eyeballs.
Gooey: ...Hey.
Jonny: Hey, man. What's going on. You know you were acting pretty weird lately.
Gooey: How can you tell. For shit's sake, I've been gone since..hell I can't even remember. You?
Jonny: Nah. But you know, from all the years we were a tag-team, busting everyone's ass. Shedding our lives one year at a time, one match at a time; and even just a moment ago when we were knocking our skulls against eachother. I can tell that there's a difference between the you now and the hooligan that helped me in our shenanigans years ago. For fuck's sake, Gooey. I can tell from looking at you right now. So, for the sake of perspective. Why don't you talk to your partner. And for starters, where were all this time?
Gooey covers his mouth in contemplation with his brow furrowed. He subtly shakes his head but complies by taking a deep breath.
Gooey: It....wasn't easy coming back. I mean, I thought that there would be an easy answer if I returned. Maybe something would click inside and everything would be fixed. But it's not. And I should've known. I'm not a normal person I feel like such a waste. Even before I left, I felt like I was just dragging everyone down. I was disappointing everybody around me, and so, I thought it would be better if I just made a quiet exit...hope that everyone would forget me and all of the shame would go with me.
Jonny sits on the bench and thinks deeply to himself as Gooey continues.
Gooey:...I always thought about coming back. Every odd day I would see the place and think about all the time I spent, all the people I became acquainted with, all of the chances and opportunities that were waiting, all of the shit we got into. I never closed that story because I felt like I knew I could continue it. But I didn't want to go in just to do nothing and waste everyone's time. I was waiting for when I felt like I was ready.
Jonny: Do you feel ready now? You're here after all.
Gooey: That's what I thought. But it's really a fucking miracle that I'm here right now, but somehow, it feels too late.
Jonny: If you're having trouble then there are people out there that can help you.
Gooey: I've looked, different people, same solution. But the road to where I want to go is a road that's way too long. I just don't think I can't make it. So I try looking for shortcuts. Any bit of false hope that I think will at least make that road just a little bit shorter.
Gooey:...Just a little bit easier to follow.
Silence fills the room. Suddenly Jonny stands up and slaps Gooey on the back.
Jonny: Well, you know I don't have a simple solution. I can't just pull a magic cure for whatever pain you have out of my ass. And before you start to drag me down into your hell, I'm going to pull you up out of your rut. I don't like seeing you like this and I can guarantee you, no one else here does. So come on. Lately I feel this place could use a coat of paint. What say we start a little mayhem with a primer of red? Dr Spade prescribes some Schadenfreude.
Gooey looks at Jonny with an unconvincing smile and nods.
Gooey: Yeah, that could be exactly what I need. But you go on ahead, I'm feeling a little tired right now.
Jonny: Alright, I'll be on the other side of the building. Come get me when you're ready.
Gooey: Will do.
Once Jonny leaves and closes the door behind him. Gooey goes back to brooding for a moment. A tear forces it's way down the side of Gooey's face. He then reaches into his bag beside him and pulls out a bottle of half empty hard liquor. He takes a giant swig, and then a second one. and then finishes the rest. He sets the bottle beside him and makes a gagging noise.
Gooey: Eugh..Tastes like shit..
Gooey adjusts himself and slumps down in the chair. He folds his arm and stares forward, drowsily moving his head around. Finally, he closes his eyes as his chin hits his chest. His head drops to the side and he falls into a deep, deep sleep.
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Post by BK London on Jan 3, 2011 18:24:47 GMT -5
Match 8: BK London vs. Mystery Opponent – Barbed Wire Massacre Match (Credit: BK London)
Phillip: The following match is scheduled for one fall and will a Barbed Wire Massacre Match…
The 808s of “Amazing” by Kanye West knock through the speakers and there’s quite the mixed reaction from the fans. Some share a lot of respect for the former 3 time ACW Champion, while others detest him.
Phillip: …and first, weighing in at 235lbs, from Brooklyn, New York – he is, B-K LONDOOOOOON!
BK London steps through the curtains with a smug look on his face, almost not even paying attention to the 40,000 beings in the audience around him. He’s not too happy with still having to go through this match, despite wanting to be entered in that ACW Title match happening later in the evening, but he’ll persevere. In his mind, there isn’t many other choices last minute that he could face in this match – so he’s predicting an easy bout.
He steps up on the apron and enters the ring for the final time, and hops up on that top rope before hitting that BK London pose. London steps down and he now gets a tiny taste of the barbed wire ropes with his wrapped up hands, before looking towards the stage – awaiting his mystery opponent.
Phillip: And his opponent….
”Fast” Eddie Edison: Who’s this gonna be? Who can they honestly get to replace Flamingo on such short notice?
Maxwell McNally: We’re going to have to wait and see, the crowd is on the edge of their seats and this decision could make or break this highly anticipated contest…
”Art Of Life” by X Japan hits throughout the PA system and the replacement is to the crowd’s liking, as the fans of ACW know who this music belongs to.
Phillip: ….weighing in at 192lbs, from Seoul, South Korea – he is, FSX, Fallen SOOOOOOOULS!
Emerging from the back is Fallen Souls, attired in his wrestling gear once more, and the fans absolutely love it. The leather jacket & leather pants are back, and he stands at the top of the stage – soaking in the ovation from the 40,000 fans in attendance. He now turns his attention to BK London, who seems somewhat perplexed by the decision made to replace his opponent Adrian Flamingo. One would like to think he was expecting someone of the likes of Hunter or The Macho Man RDK, someone with a bit more meat & power to them – but not someone who would be dubbed as ACW’s red headed step-child, Fallen Souls.
FSX walks down the long Goodbye Game ramp, confident and he stops at the ropes – staring at the sharp barbed wire that stands between him and BK London. He rips off his leather jacket and tosses it aside at ringside, before sliding under the bottom rope – narrowly escaping the barbed wire.
He also has his hands wrapped with tape, evidently prepared for this match as much as BK London is. The two stare a hole into one another, and the bell sounds for the match to begin. These two wrestlers are in no doubt strangers to one another. Actually, the last time these two met - it was for the ACW Heavyweight Championship. Within weeks of possibly the greatest moment in FSX's career - BK London, with the help of the corrupted Co-Chairman at the time, brought that dream to an end, and since then he hasn't bounced back into the World Title scene or even been the same since. BK London stands for everything Fallen Souls is against: Greedy, Corrupted, Self-Centered, and Egotistical - yet, on the last show we find Fallen Souls standing against that very foe. The pain & anger of the past two and a half years has been building up within FSX, and finally - FINALLY, he will get his moment of revenge.
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