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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 12, 2008 16:36:21 GMT -5
Monday Night Warfare 12th May 2008
ACW Spring Tour 2008 – The Road to Omega Effect IV Bercy-Paris Sports Palace Paris, France
Schedule of Matches:
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Thunder Train vs. Mr. Red
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Rattlesnake vs. Jason Freeman
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Revenge For Getting Kicked Out Of The Raj Even Though He Kind Of Didn't Do Much Of Anything Match Jay Zero vs. Dan White
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The Senator vs. Scott Andrews
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All-Or-Nothing Tag Match International & Entertainment Titles On The Line Jon Taylor and Ryan Cooper vs. Danny Mainer and Jake Steele
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HUGE Apologies for the delay guys, my connection decided to die just before the show was due to air, and it's only just come back on.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 12, 2008 16:36:36 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Contender No More (Credit: Senator)
Ah, Paris, France. Once favourite to host the 2012 Olympic games, it is rumoured that the then President Chirac’s disparaging comments about Finnish cuisine cost Europe’s most romantic city two crucial votes in the final vote-off. So thank you, Finland; I get to look at a huge building site for the next four years on my way to work, all for two weeks of pomp and arguments over drug testing that I’ll subsequently be paying for in indirect taxation for the next twenty years…
Fortunately, ACW carries no such burden, and the French fans are packed into the arena as the show commences in its usual style. Once the pyro and such has been dispensed, however, things take a more reserved turn.
As the camera fades in on the Alphatron, Chairman Gingerdude is seen at the top of the entrance ramp, holding a card in one hand, a microphone in the other, and with an even more dour expression than usual on his face.
Chairman Gingerdude: It is my utter displeasure to make this announcement. Cue the video, first.
Ginger: Following the heinous actions taken by Dan White...in what was supposed to be a display of our ability to present a contest in good nature and sportsmanship...Senator Steve Phillips is now unable to compete in a wrestling ring for the next six months, doctors estimate. He suffered a dislocated knee, torn ligaments, and his lower fibula was nearly shattered on impact.
Ginger: As such, I am revoking the Senator's #1 contendership for Omega Effect. He will not be able to compete, and I do not wish for him to attempt it. Our main event will feature the best we have to offer, between healthy wrestlers. Phillips can not be healthy in time. I regret taking this option, but it is for the best.
Ginger: Finally, this brings me to Dan White. I promised that there would be retribution. I want to suspend him indefinately, but that means that our fellow ACW competitors do not have a shot at him in the ring. I would prefer to keep him active, and actively in danger of injury. I have a match planned for Spring Into Hell that will test his limits, but I prefer to reveal this at a later time. That will be all.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 12, 2008 16:36:52 GMT -5
The Day Of Truth Part 1: The Plan (Off Camera) Credit: Jake Cheng As Jake Cheng buttons up his red long-sleeved shirt for his Water Cooler segment with BK London, Kirsten Carter scrubs at the few dishes that the couple have in their hotel room. He ties up his tie and puts on his jacket. The Quadrinity picks up his bag and walks to the door. Before he leaves, he turns around to his girlfriend. Jake: So what do you want to do for dinner when I get back from the show? She doesn’t answer him: either out of deafness or ignorance. Her intensified scrubbing motions suggest frustration. Jake: Did you hear me? She looks at him, with a very hard, angry look. Jake almost cowers in fear, but this time he knows what his girlfriend is angry about. Jake: Oh, so you are still annoyed with me? Going for the silent treatment? Cold shoulder? Real mature Kirsten. Kirsten: Almost as mature as what you plan on doing in the ring tonight? Jake: Is that what this is about? Kirsten, I thought we decided that- Kirsten: I know, I know. But you don’t need to go to the ring tonight. You can beat him without needing to do this. Jake: Of course I can, but I am going to do everything I can to beat him, and maybe even take his title. It may not be right, but its what I need to do. Kirsten: Injuring him won’t get you the title. Jake: I never said I was going to injure him. Kirsten: That’s right. You are just going to beat him within an inch of his life and then stop. Jake: Exactly. She rolls her eyes; she wasn’t being serious. The oblivious Cheng keeps on the offensive in the argument. Jake: It’s something I have to do. I know it’s not right- Kirsten: But you don’t do what you think is right because you are such a badass. Kirsten can’t keep herself from smiling at her kayfabe-directed sarcasm. Jake smiles too and stands up. Kirsten dispenses soap onto her hands and Jake pulaces his hands on her hips. She continues to attempt to ignore him but when he gives her a peck on the cheek, it all goes downhill. She turns the water off and turns around. She shuts her eyes to kiss Jake and he does the same: leaving his guard down. She flicks the excess water from her fingertips right in his face. The former World Heavyweight Champion knows immediately he was duped. He keeps his eyes shut and wipes the water from his eyes as Kirsten gives his a kiss on the lips. Jake: So, what do you want for dinner tonight? Kirsten: We should find somewhere that has pizza. We’ve gone out so many nights in a row. Let’s order in some pizza and watch a bad Kung-Fu movie Jake: Now that’s my kind of woman. Jake finally opens his eyes and the couple shares another kiss as we fade out from the room. The Quadrinity is going down to the ring tonight, but not because he has a match. He has business. And judging by Kirsten’s reaction, the business can not be anything good.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 12, 2008 16:38:38 GMT -5
Segment Title: The Cracks of Society (Credit: A.C. Evans)
We fade up to the scene of one of the newest ACW superstars, A.C. Evans sitting on the ground in a corridor. He doesn't seem to have any expression on his face as he simply looks at the ground. His forearms rest on his knees as he stares at the ground. He looks as if he has become possessed by some higher power or something of the sorts. He is wearing a white collared shirt which is tucked into his white jeans. His few strands of blond hair fall into his face as he begins to breath deeply. He exhales sharply before rubbing his arms which are filled many different tattoos.
A.C. EVANS:[/color] It wasn't the most prestigious arrival, but I'm here. Rather then talking about how I'm going to dismantle everyone that stands in my path, I'll show you. But not tonight.
His eyes are finally diverted from the ground. He looks down this time at his lap. He refuses to show his eyes to the camera for some reason. He takes in another deep breath.
A.C. EVANS:[/color] So, I've been informed that some tag team title tournament is taking place as we speak. You may be able to gather that I'm not one to rely on others. I don't need a tag team partner nor do I want one. However, in order for me to compete in such a tournament, the staff feels it is for the better interest that I do indeed find a tag team partner. How odd. Force an up and coming superstar to find someone to rely on. Force me to rely on someone who we all know is unreliable. You see, in my life's journey, I have gathered some experiences. And one of those experiences as that if you want to do something correctly, there is only one person who can do it right. But, for the sake of competing for the tag team titles, I must swallow my pride for the first time and do what is asked of me. This should be a lesson for every single person who listens to this. Stop your egotistical lifestyles and simply do what is asked of you by me. But you won't. And I know that. Thus, I use force to make you. But that's a whole other story.
He rearranges his body a bit before taking in another deep breath. He refuses to show his eyes to the camera. Why? What's so bad about peering into the eyes of a man? Many have stated that time and time again that you can see a man's soul by looking in his eyes. Has this man no soul?
A.C. EVANS:[/color] So I ask you this. Will you join me in this dance of misery? This dance that we continue to dance, even though we know how it will end. We will all regret what we have done, yet we continue to dance. Dance on, puppets. However, I'm here to sweep each and every one of your off of your feet. The dance is over and you're going to be swept into the shadows of your sins. I cannot redeem you, only your choices can. You ask me why I don't look you in the eyes? It's because I can't. I cannot bring myself to look in the eyes of a stranger and see their damnation. The eyes will finally be opened to the light....
He stands up and simply walks away as we are left to fade to black...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 12, 2008 16:39:08 GMT -5
Segment: A moment of disbelief Credit: The Second Coming
The scene opens up at the backstage area, more specifically The Second Coming locker room. Let's cut straight to it; all members of the stable can be seen in the locker room, X can be seen sitting down, as can Showtime. Iron can be seen standing at the far end of the room, while Taylor is pacing around on the spot. The morale of the stable doesn't appear to be good, even the usual wise cracking pair of X and Showtime look unhappy and distant.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor:[/b] ...I can't believe this!
Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Yo man, we feel the same way, but you can't keep replaying it in your head over and over...you need to move on.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor:[/b] ...Bullshit! What the hell is this?! I can't believe what I'm hearing! You two are just ready and willing to accept we lost...where's the passion, where's the fight, where's the DIGNITY!
Fallen Souls | The King of Satire: That's clearly the case. We're just emotionless drones who care not for passion and dignity, for it is our job to lose. That is all...what the fuck is your problem?! You can't win every damn match, so get over it!
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor:[/b] Screw you! You do realise we lost to not only the weakest stable in the history of this industry but also to Scott Andrews! SCOTT ANDREWS!
Ryan Cooper | Showtime: What's so bad about Andrews?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor:[/b] He wouldn't join the stable!
Fallen Souls | The King of Satire: So by that logic he's clearly inferior to us? Because you asked him to join and the first words out of his mouth weren't "Yes! Please! OH GOD PLEASE MASTER!" How shocking.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor:[/b] Shut the hell up! It's an insult not only to me but also the stable's name that we lost on Thursday!
Fallen Souls | The King of Satire: Well, don't blame me. If I recall, it was someone else that ended up getting pinned...
Taylor, X and Iron look at Showtime.
Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Hey, c'mon don't you guys look at me like that! You saw that Muthafucking ref. He was in the way before I could hit that bitch with the Kao Dode!
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor:[/b] I know, I saw it too! But that wasn't the only problem, I saw those punk ass bitches gloating about it backstage about how they beat us!
Fallen Souls | The King of Satire: In all fairness...wouldn't you be doing the exact same thing right now if we won?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor:[/b] Maybe, but they cheated! You saw it, I saw it, Showtime saw it, the whole freaking arena saw it!
Fallen Souls | The King of Satire: I swear, if this is becoming another fucking conspiracy theory to you--
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor:[/b] I was only calling it how I saw it!
Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Bro, don't sweat it. Tonight, we'll show the world that it was a fluke by whippin' their monkey asses in the middle of the ring. We'll get our revenge, so just relax.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor:[/b] No.
There's a pause as the other members wait to see if Taylor has anything more to say.
Fallen Souls | The King of Satire: Shouldn't you be breaking into some sort of rant right about now? I mean, you can't possibly of given up.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor:[/b] No, we need to do more than just "beat" them out there later tonight. We need to end them. They made us look stupid, and we can't take that laying down. We need to punish them.
Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Now man, we don't need to do anything stupid, dawg. All we need to do is show them we're the better stable. Show them that we're the superior wrestlers in the middle of the ring. Show them that they're not in our league. Nothing more, nothing less.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor:[/b] Don't tell me you've gone all pussy on me, Showtime! Have you forgotten our goal?! We need to take those fuckers out before they even get a chance to get going!
Ryan Cooper | Showtime: I agree with you there JT, but you know what Gingersnap's like. If we pull some shit out there, he's only going to try and screw us over even more than before!
X chuckles.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor:[/b] What's so funny?
Fallen Souls | The King of Satire: Hmm? Just the fact that Showtime is still trying to talk some sense into you. I mean, by now he must know it's pointless..but for some reason he still believes he can. Hilarious.
Taylor looks to retaliate but has a better idea. Oh dear me.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor:[/b] Ok, fine - we'll play it your way Showtime, but if we screwed by Gingertwat again out there, then boy there is going to be hell to pay!
Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Trust me bro, this way we'll not only retain the titles with ease but also send out a message that last week is a fluke. What better way to make the so-called "Maine Event" look like nothing more than a joke?
Fallen Souls | The King of Satire: Well, I'm pretty much tired with this. It doesn't even relate to me anymore, and I'm not going to sit around as a fucking seat-filler. Still, best of luck to you guys I guess...
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor:[/b] Luck? Who needs luck when we have talent! Oh, and I have something to sort out also. See you later, Showtime.
Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Later, guys.
As Taylor and X leave the room one really must wander one thing; can Showtime keep Taylor on a tight enough leash not to lose it out there later tonight? The answer is more than likely no, but we shall see I guess.
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 12, 2008 16:39:35 GMT -5
Segment: “European Vacation” Credit: Thunder Train, ~Aj [Ah, the decadence that is Paris, France. With such beauty and splendor surrounding him, Aiden Joseph wishes to immerse himself within it all. The sights, the shops and the culture, it calls out to him and he dares not keep it waiting. Not wishing to venture out on him lonesome, he had hoped that the lovely Anna Sommers would be on his arm right now but his hopes have been dashed as she is now in her father's company instead of his own. When life throws Aiden lemons, he most certainly knows how to make lemonade and tonight he has just made himself a very "big" glass.] Aiden Joseph: Merci beaucoup. [Practicing up on his French language skills before making the trip, the Champion stands poised in the hotel lobby proudly showing them off to the staff who fulfilling his every whim.] Thunder Train: Hey boss! Aiden: Oh-dear-God. [Out from the hotel lobby's main elevator comes the Train sporting a French beret, a striped white and black t-shirt and black leather pants. As if his appearance was not embarrassing enough for his boss, the moment he sees him the oversized man raises both arms into the air and screams out - ] Train: Wee-wee! Aiden: You. Go. Change. Now. Train: But - Aiden: No buts! Train: That’s what she said. Aiden *shouting*: GO! Train: Alright, I’m going, I’m going! [The Train turns back around and begrudgingly presses the elevator button. Folding his arms in protest while he waits, James becomes completely oblivious of his surroundings; Aiden cannot say the same. Overcome with embarrassment, Joseph does his best to quickly remove himself as far away as possible from his bodyguard as a gawking crowd has now congregated around them both.] ~!~DING~!~ [The sound of a dinging bell has always been music to the Champion's ears, and in this situation he sees it as a Godsend. The moment the Train is sent upwards and out of sight, Aiden turns his attention to the masses and makes his apologetic nature most clear.] Aiden: Je suis desole. [Who says the French are rude? With smiles on the bystander’s faces, they disperse without incident. For the next few minutes Aiden’s impatience battles the clock as he waits for the Train to change his clothes. With every chime of the lift, he examines its contents, a game he quickly tires of. At exactly 30 minutes later, his employee finally returns to the lobby looking much more acceptable.] Train: So um, where are we going? Aiden: Well I have not had a bite to eat since I got off the plane and I am simply dying to dine at L'Oulette. Train: Luh uh what? Aiden: L’O-U-L-E-T-T-E. I’ve heard it’s simply exquisite. Train: Hey, as long as they serve food it’s all good, because the Train is always - Aiden *interrupting*: Don’t. It’s too cliche at this moment. Now let’s make haste, the limousine awaits. [Together the Fashion Express steps out of the hotel and into the city streets. Heads turning in their direction, Aiden can’t help but pose for the cameras that are now auto zooming their way onto his body. As a jet black limo pulls up to the curb, Aiden turns and blows a kiss goodbye to all his admires. Taking his seat, he gets as close to the window as possible. Gazing out of the tinted glass, Paris is exactly how Aiden had imagined it all these years.] Aiden: Look at that decor James. Isn’t it just splendid? Train: OH LOOK, A MCDONALDS! Aiden: .... you’ve GOT to be kidding. Train: Come on boss! I got a Big Mac attack coming on! Aiden: James, I did not come all the way to Paris to eat at an embarrassing American fast foot establishment! The moment one steps foot in this country their tastes are supposed to go higher, not lower! Train: Come on! I don’t ask for much! Aiden: Oh, I’d say your request is a bit much! I wouldn’t be caught DEAD in a place like that. [The Train is a very reserved man; he truly is. Nevertheless, when his tummy howls in displeasure, nothing is going to get in the way of his hunger, not even his employer.] Train *screaming*: PULL THE LIMOUSINE OVER, I’M HUNGRY GOD DAMMIT! Aiden: ! Five minutes later ... [Now in a corner booth of a McDonalds, an extremely dismayed Aiden Joseph does his best to cover up his face in abashment. Across from him, the Train could not be more his opposite as his face gleams with joy and the remnants of two cheeseburgers.] Aiden: *Sigh* I should have gone with Anna. Train *smiling*: Mmmm! Aiden: God, kill me now. [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 12, 2008 16:39:52 GMT -5
Match 1: Thunder Train vs. Mr. Red (Credit: Dan White)
The match begins and the Train is hungry for some Red! Giggidy. He charges at Red, and is ready to demolish him, but Red manages to duck it, and elbows Train in the gut. Train doubles over, and Red follows up with a backwards elbow smash. Train is back in a standing position, but is still a bit groggy, and Red springboards off the ropes and takes him down with a DDT. Red makes a cover but Train kicks out. The two get up and Train takes the advantage, throwing Red into the turnbuckle. He starts roughing Red up, punching him around the stomach area, and throws him to the ground in a powerful suplex. Train gets up and hits a leg drop, almost decapitating poor Red. Train gets up and picks Red up, going for the Golden Spike (Gutwrench Powerbomb), but Red avoids it, pokes Train in the eye and takes Train down with a Leaping Armbreaker. He goes for another pinfall, but Train kicks out at two. They get up again and lock up, but Train uses his extra muscle to lift Red up and plant him with a snake eyes.
Red falls to the ground, and Train picks him up and tries to go for the Derailment, but Red manages to roll it into a pinfall attempt! But Red isn’t able to get the win, and Train comfortably kicks out at two. The two are up again, and Red clubs train a few times, but train retaliates with one mighty clothesline of his own, taking Red down. Red quickly gets up, and Train’s clothesline attempt is ducked. Red then turns Train around and tries to hit a Cincinnati Swing, but Train forces the modified Enzuiguri into a massive Gutwrench Powerbomb. It’s enough to keep Red down, and get the 1-2-3
WINNER: Thunder Train
*NOTE* - Apologies to Red and Train. I moved back from uni over the weekend and had limited access, so that’s why the match isn’t so great.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 12, 2008 16:40:34 GMT -5
Segment: Debaser (Credit: Flamingo)
Adrian casually kicked his booted feet on top of one of the small out door cafe tables outside of the small little eatery in Paris, France. Sure, it wasn't the most etiquette thing to do in France of all places, but Adrian felt like playing up the dumb, ignorant American stereotype. After pulling out a copy of the local newspaper and only being about to understand a handful of words, Adrian folded it back up and tossed it in the empty chair behind him. So much for three semesters of high school French.
Adrian took it easy in Paris since arriving, there was no sense of urgency. In fact, he didn't even have a match tonight. No, all he had to do was sit around and collect a paycheck, which is perhaps his favorite kind of paycheck to collect. As he sat around and drank his third or fourth cup of black coffee, his uncle finally arrived. Mickey Flamingo, looking very worn and jet lagged plopped into the metal seat across from Adrian with a large white box in his hand.
Adrian Flamingo: I imagine your flight went well?
Mickey faked a smile and took the top of the white box, showing Adrian it's contents.
Mickey Flamingo: Carrying this? Yew know how many times I had to show security guards that damn "museum pass" yew had made up for me? I almost got caught going through customs.
Adrian Flamingo: Well, consider it a part of your punishment.
Mickey Flamingo: My punishment?
Adrian reached across the table and took the box out of his confused uncle's hands. Adrian reached down inside the box and lifted a part of the heavy black chain out of it. Satisfied with that, Adrian lifted up the chain centerpiece, a large railroad spike and turned it so he could get a good view of it.
Adrian Flamingo: He did a great job with this didn't he?
Mickey tried to put off Adrian's weird behavior, but this was taking the case. First he mentions that Mickey had punishment coming, then he's going to gloat about how pretty the chain is?
Mickey Flamingo: Sure, Addie, it looks purty as all git-out, but whut's this punishment yer talkin' about?
Adrian let the spike drop from his hand and fall back into the white box with a loud clang before turning to his uncle with a grimace.
Adrian Flamingo: What, Mickey, you didn't think I'd let you get away with losing to Jerome Carter?
Mickey Flamingo: Well hell, Addie, I ain't a wrassler! I'm yer manager!
Adrian Flamingo: Manager? Mickey, the only thing you've managed to do was make a fool out of the both of us week in and out. Now, I've tried to be patient with you since you are family, but I kicked William Epstein out of Machismo International for less! Now, Mickey you're going to start picking up the ball or I'm afraid there won't be anymore room in ACW for your services.
Mickey's jaw dropped but Adrian remained unaffected by any of it. He had left Mickey two choices, either redeem himself and the Flamingo name or pack his shit and leave. Really, there wasn't anyway to make it anymore blunt. Mickey was failing to do anything constructive and Adrian's patience was running thin.
Mickey Flamingo: ... well... what do yew want me ta do?
Adrian Flamingo: Easy, take BK's nephew out. For one, it'd put that little nuisance out of our business and two, it'd push BK just a little bit further.
Mickey Flamingo: Addie... yew sure yew wanna push BK more?
Adrian glared at Mickey and was disgusted with his sympathy.
Adrian Flamingo: Am I sure? Mickey, you saw him at Genocide... he falls apart when he lets his emotions get the better of him. If he crumbles mentally and emotionally, I can make him crumble physically. Basic strategy that Dr. Starkweather taught me, if you defeat them off the battlefield, you'll destroy them on it.
Mickey didn't' say anything, instead he sat still like a scolded dog. Adrian sighed and looked down at his watch before turning his attention back towards his uncle.
Adrian Flamingo: Warfare starts soon... you better get a move on it.
Mickey remained silent as he stood up from the small cafe chair and turned back towards the road where he'd wait for a taxi to drive by. He hated the public transportation system in France, mainly because he could only ask where the bathroom was in French. Regardless, he didn't have much time to complete Adrian's request or he was going to find himself back on a plane to West Virginia and back in the unemployment line.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 12, 2008 16:41:08 GMT -5
Segment: Sweet Revenge: Part 3: A Phone Call To The One I Love
(Credit: Scott Andrews)
With Scott’s team picking up the victory last week it was sure a confidence booster. Scott went in and proved he could still hang with the rest, pulling out moves the fans have been dying to see since he left. Oh, nostalgia. Hopefully now Jon Taylor can see he is not to be messed with and leave him alone.
The scene fades into the temporary locker room of the Scarlet Assassin as he begins unpacking his duffle bag, emptying his boots and tights onto a fold out chair. He comes across his cell phone in his bag and looks at it for a moment before sitting down and dialling a number. He waits for someone to pick up, and when the first word is uttered Scott grins.
Jessie: Hey, Scott, how are you? Did you get to Paris safe?
Scott:Hey, hun. Yeah, the flight was good except for listening to Thunder Train eat during meal time. The guy had his AND three other passengers meals. All I could hear was “NOM NOM NOM”.
Jessie: Sounds like a very hungry man.
Scott: You could say that...Hey, uh, the real reason I called was to talk to you about something.
Jessie: Sure, Scott what is it?
Scott: Well, I kinda went off on the Senatorial Stable on national television and made some pretty harsh remarks about them. I ripped a little bit on Senator too, which I realise now was hasty and unnecessary. I just don’t know what to say to him. I’m still angry about not getting the recognition I deserved when I was with them, but I want everything to be cool between me and Sennie, y’know?
Jessie: Hmm...go and talk to him, Scott. Tell him you’re sorry. He’ll understand, he’s a good man.
Scott: Yeah you’re right. I’ll go talk to him now before our match. I’ll call you later ok?
Jessie: Ok. Love you, hun.
Scott: I love you too, Jess.
And with that the phone is flipped closed and put on the fold out chair along with his other belongings. He stands up and walks to the door, sighing as he exits.
Will Jessie’s advice spark a rekindling of friendship between former stablemates or make a big mess of the situation?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 12, 2008 16:41:31 GMT -5
Segment: "Let's Try This Again" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
Last Monday, in my first match back, my crusade was put to a halt. It was a travesty. I had been talking about change for weeks prior to that and it freaked everyone out. It put them into this Defensive Mode and prompted them to go whatever it takes to avoid the coming change.
But everyone fails to see the truth. Change is inevitable. You can try whatever you want, but the sad fact is that it ends up being all for nothing. How long will it take for all of you to comprehend that? That's the one thing I don't know in all of this.
The foundation was shaken up upon my return. When I pulled off that mask, for a few seconds, everything in the world stopped. Eyes gazed at me. People didn't know what to think. Many people hated me. But my loyal Snakelings did something else. The minute they saw my face, they shit their pants with joy. Not at the thought of me doing all this, but at the thought of me claiming the one title that has eluded me for over a year.
That's why change is inevitable. As is my time to win the World Championship. It's inevitable. But enough of that for now.
I'm going to try this again tonight. Tonight I face off against the one person I inducted into the Senatorial Stable, Jason Freeman. It's a shame it has to come to this though. To beat someone I once saw promise in. But it has to happen. The revolution is here.
Every revolution has a catalyst that turns the tides, hence why it's called a revolution. You could consider my return at the catalyst. I may suffer many defeats, but my goals will be accomplished. The change will happen, I will have my World Championship and there will finally be a time of peace. A time where everyone can relax and enjoy the fruit of my labor. All the hard work that I put into my crusade will be for everyone's benefit. You'll see.
If you don't believe me, then I fear you'll try to stop me. But that's not a good idea. You cannot and will not stop me. That's just the way it is, the way it will be. After I finish off all of the naysayers, hopefully you'll come to an understanding. You might even put your trust in me. But don't let it be a misguided trust.
My crusade is be ongoing until I see fit to stop it. And when it's all said and done, ACW will be rejuvenated by me. My cause is just. You just have to learn to like it. I know that there are plenty of people that wish for this. They are my avid followers, my Snakelings. For they have lended me their support for change...for Snakeism.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 12, 2008 16:41:57 GMT -5
Segment: “It Feels so Wrong, but yet, so Right” Credit: Sarin, ~Aj [Deep within the walls of arena, a sinister plan has just gotten underway. Inside the temporarily vacant locker room of Sarin Rossi, two intruders now scurry quietly about with harmful intent. Scissors in hand, Anna Sommers locates Sarin’s ring attire and begins to do some alterations to it that certainly are not beneficial in nature. While she is busy doing no favors to the outfit’s stitching, Aiden paces around in a nervous circle, showing utter disregard to his duties as a lookout with every step.] Aiden Joseph: You know my love, I don’t understand this woman’s frame of mind; it is as if she is simply forcing our hand in this situation. I consider myself a peaceful man; I really do. However, can one honestly be so dense? Certainly, she must realize that one simply does not intrude into private chambers and warn me. I know the slag comes from a time before my own, but even she has been around long enough now to realize that I OWN this show. I call the shots here, not her, not anyone else. [Feeling stressed, Aiden reaches into his pocket and pulls out some Xanax. He swallows his friends and hopes that they make haste in making him feel proper. Now braced for any more oncoming anxiety, he continues.] Aiden: I live such a trying life. Nobody realizes how hard it is to be me. All these people clamor onto me and yet they have no idea of the trials I face on a daily basis. Oh dear, I am becoming depressed. [It finally dawns on Aiden that this is quickly becoming a one way conversation.] Aiden: Anna, are you listening to me? [An aggravated Anna halts her misdeeds and turns her head in Aiden’s direction. Snapping the scissors in her hand a few times to show him that her attention is needed elsewhere, Anna then reinforces the message linguistically.] Anna: Hush darling, you are breaking my concentration. Aiden: *sigh* This is so tedious. Anna: Go find something to play with.[Not wishing to tempt her wrath, Aiden stops burdening Anna with his troubles and heeds her advice. Waltzing around the room, he stops at the first thing that captures his attention, Sarin’s purse. Showing no hesitation or conscience, he begins to rifle through it, prying into her personal life as if it had no value whatsoever. Sifting his fingers through its contents, he discovers a petite picture album tucked away neatly into one of the side pockets.] Aiden: Oh my. [He opens it and takes a deeper look into Sarin’s private life. Now exposed to a side of her he was totally unaware of, he experiences a wide range of emotions. Sorrow when he sees a picture of her as a little girl next to her mother. Jealousy the moment a picture of Sarin on the Dancing with the Stars set is placed between his thumb and forefinger. Arousal as he sees pictures of Sarin and Yoko that were never meant to be shared. Repulsion as his eyes scan a picture of Rattlesnake and Sarin sharing a tender moment. However, before his heart can be swayed in any direction, Anna announces that her work has come to completion.] Anna: There, done. [Aiden returns to his girlfriend’s side, all the while memorized by the garment she proudly displays in her hands. As soon as he is close enough, she points to a few areas that required special “care” and exclaims - ] Anna: With just the slightest tug, bug eyes is going to bare more than just her lack of talent to the crowd. Aiden: Magnificent! Come on, let me touch it! [Afraid he’ll inadvertently ruin her efforts, Anna strikes his hand away with her own.] ~!~SMACK~!~ Anna: No! [Feeling scorned, Aiden yanks his hand back and lets out a small whimper of displeasure.] Anna: Though you do realize darling, this leaves us with one very important question. Aiden: Hm? Anna: Who is going to provide the said tug? [Aiden raises his index and middle fingers to his lips as the gears within his mind begin to turn. Moments later, and as if there was a virtual chiming noise emanating from his head, he eagerly turns toward his beloved with a solution on the very tip of his tongue.] Aiden: I think I know just the person![FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 12, 2008 16:42:26 GMT -5
Segment: When Freeman Met Steele (Credit: Freeman/Steele)
"This is going to be a tough match..." Freeman thinks to himself...as he walks down the hallways of ACW, going towards the entrance ramp for his match which is about to begin in around ten minutes. He has to face Rattlesnake, and while Rattlesnake IS a tough opponent, Freeman realizes that a win here will be one step closer to reclaiming the status in this company that he feels he has lost. As a result, he is deep in thought, thinking of possible strategies. He doesn't really need to pay attention, as he has taken this walk so many times he could do it with his eyes closed. As he turns a corner, almost at the ramp, he almost doesn't see Jake Steele walking in the opposite direction. As a result, the two almost collide, as neither of them move out of the way. Freeman opens his mouth to say something, but Steele, who looks down to the ground and smirks before wiping dirt off his shoulder, speaks first..
Jake: Ayo, you need to watch it son!
Freeman's eyes narrow, and he glares at the arrogant Steele, who stands before him, glaring right back. Freeman looks at him for a couple of seconds, not saying anything at first.
Jake: You deaf my nigga? I said when I walk down this hallway, yo' ass gets out da' way.
Freeman shakes his head for a second, looks down, as if thinking...and then looks up.
Freeman: Im sorry, but those are pretty strong words coming from a guy who's only been in the company for around two months.
The two men both stand, both in the middle of the hallway. Of course, this whole thing could have been entirely avoided if one would just move to the side and allow the other to pass, but at the moment, neither of them are going to allow this to happen. Both of them stand, as if moving would be backing down. Both as if waiting for the other to move first.
Jake: Those some big words man. Especially comin' from somebody who has been chillin' in AlphaWorld for like what? A year and half? And I already surpassed ya' ass.
Freeman: Already been surpassed?
Freeman lets out a short laugh.
Freeman: Listen, I've won the Entertainment Championship...I've been the International Champion...I've---
Jake: Yeahhhh... You WAS Entertainment Champ, and you WAS International Champ. But ta' night, I'm GOING TA' become Entertainment Champ, then International Champ, then soon after dat'... I'll be WORLD CHAMP.
At first, Freeman seemed mildly annoyed, compared to Stelee, but now he seems furious. He doesn't need another person telling him that his career hasn't taken the best turn, and he is certainly not going to take it from Steele. Steele however, seems disinterested in this confrontation by now, and waits more patiently now for Freeman to yield, and do as he says.
Freeman: Well, I know one thing...
Jake: What's dat'?
Freeman: I beat YOU.
...And now the two men are both glaring at each other, each standing in the middle of the hallway. At the mean time, Freeman's upcoming match is practically forgotten in his mind. The reason he was walking down this hallway is no longer important. The only important thing is that he doesn't move first.
Freeman: I have a match now. Maybe...YOU...should get out of MY way.
Steele glares at him before breaking his glare and looking down for a second.
Jake: Aight, Aight... It's all good, go out there and fight, but you gon' regret dat' shit you was talkin'.
Freeman: Well, I'll see about that.
Steele gives Freeman a smirk that is almost eerie, as he steps to the side, and holds his arms out towards the end of the hallway in a dramatic gesture of mock respect. Freeman walks by, almost wary, as if he isn't quite sure whether Steele is going to hit him from behind, but then he merely turns and walks, without looking back, as Steele calls after him...
Jake: Stay strong my nigga!
The camera once more focuses on Steele's face, as he smirks, before the camera fades out...but one has to wonder what Steele has got on his mind.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 12, 2008 16:42:57 GMT -5
Match 2: Rattlesnake vs. Jason Freeman (Credit: Steele) Rattlesnake vs. Jason Freeman (Credit: Steele)The lights fade to black. Two green spotlight shine across the fans and stop at the top of the entrance ramp. The spotlights quickly shut off shortly after. The words "Don't fear the reaper, fear the Rattler" echo throughout the arena followed by "Blind" by Silverchair. The spotlights flicker back on as a huge surge of green pyros blast off with a huge cloud of smoke. As the smoke clears, Rattlesnake appears in the spotlights. He slowly walks down the ramp and looks at the fans as he passes. He stops to look around to cheers from the fans. He starts walking down to the ring again. As he inches closer to the ring, the arena lights slowly come back on until he reaches the steps. He walks up and steps into the ring. He walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs it. He looks around as flashbulbs continuously go off. He nods his head and jumps down. Phillip: Introducing first… from Orlando, Florida and weighing in at 257 lbs…. he is… Rattlesnake! During the slow intro of the song, the lights dim, and he walks out onto the ramp slowly. When the chorus hits the lights turn on and flash brightly as a bit of fire pyro goes off. He walks slowly, and poses a bit as he walks down the ramp.Phillip: Introducing his opponent…. From-… McNally: Who is that coming behind Freeman? Edison: It’s Jake Steele! Jake Steele runs up behind Freeman, and turns him around the ramp of the stage, they begin to brawl as Freeman is caught off-guard with rights by the hand of Steele! Freeman fights back with some lefts, but Steele has the advantage, with Freeman not expecting to be a pre-match brawl like this. Steele takes the arm of Freeman and irish whips into the barricade to the right of Freeman, as his back lands hard near the crowd! Fans starts patting him on the back, trying to get autographs, but Steele picks him up and hit’s a massive Suplex on the stage ramp! Edison: GO STEELE! McNally: How could you root for such a man? Edison: Because… GO STEELE! Steele picks up Freeman but he is still a bit groggy and in pain… Steele steps back… RIGHT IN YO’ FACE! Freeman goes flying back as both men land hard on the ground. Steele holds his back in pain, but he finds the strength to get back up, and walk over to Freeman. McNally: What’s next? Edison: MORE STEELE! Steele picks up Freeman’s lifeless body and he rolls him into the ring. Snake looks on, wondering why Steele helped him, as Steele is walking away. Snake doesn’t take his time as he picks up Freeman… THE SNAKEBITE! Snake pins… 1... …2... ……3! Phillip: AND YOUR WINNERRRRR... RATTTLLEEESNAKKKEEE! McNally: Freeman was cheated, thanks to that damn… JAKE STEELE! Edison: Steele? He was here? Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 12, 2008 16:43:43 GMT -5
Segment: Sweet Revenge: Part 4: A Brush With Arrogance
(Credit: Scott Andrews/Jon Taylor)
With advice from his girlfriend Jessie, Scott has set off to talk to The Senator. He walks the corridors of the Bercy-Paris Sports Palace in search of the Senatorial Locker Room. In an unfamiliar arena this could take a while. He continues strolling, looking side to side as he goes in search of the Senatorial dwelling. It’s not long after that Jon Taylor waltz’ into view and Scott stops and smirks.
Scott: Here to congratulate me on my teams victory last week?
Jon Taylor: Ha, don't be stupid! Your team cheated us out of winning!
Scott: You just can’t accept defeat can you? Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to talk things out with Senator.
Jon Taylor: What the hell? You're going to talk things over with that senile old cunt? What happened to this bitter man that only a week ago wanted to crush him and his stable!
Scott: People change. Some people are impulsive, like me. Some people deserve better, like Steve.
Jon Taylor: You’re weak Andrews. He still has a hold on you, I can see it. It's only been what, a week? And ALREADY you're running back to him. Stop being a disillusional stubborn idiot and give in, join The Second Coming. Together we can rid the company of scum like Steve!
Scott gets in Taylors face.
Scott: Steve Phillips is not scum, Taylor. Pull your head out of your ass and get with the program. I don’t want anything to do with you and your bum buddies, so quit asking me.
Scott brushes past Taylor, knocking into him with a shoulder barge whilst passing by. Taylor turns around.
Jon Taylor: Go back to being Phillips's lackey then, Scott. It's no skin off of my fucking back.
Scott is not in the mood nor does he have the time for a man such as Taylor and throws up double Stone Cold Steve Austin middle finger salutes above his head as he continues on his way.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 12, 2008 16:44:17 GMT -5
Segment: Come On - Part 1 (Credit: Nick Durden)
"And finally the silence Looking out, looking back across the sky Trying to find a meaning Knowing that I just left it all behind" - "Come On" by Ben Jelen
Our scene opens in the studio of Banana 101.5, the Orlando-based radio station in which former ACW superstar Michael "Mick" Ghail currently works as a DJ for the morning drive daypart. Girlfriend Leticia Cline works as his producer.
Mick: And that was Jason Mraz with his latest single, "I'm Yours." Gotta love that smooth, mellow sound to get you through the hectic morning commute. As usual, it's Michael Ghail behind the mike and the lovely, talented Leticia Cline bearing the burden from behind the scenes. But if you kind listeners would be so kind as to indulge myself and my guest for a moment, I'd like to welcome ACW superstar Nick Durden to the program. Nick has been on a fairly hectic world tour with ACW lately, and I'd certainly like to thank him for taking time out of his schedule to be with us here today.
Nick: Great indeed to be here, Mick.
Mick: Well, I know better than to waste time with idle chitchat here on this show, so why don't we just get right down to the nitty gritty and start taking phone calls from the fans.
Mick flips a nearby switch and the first caller is ushered into the program.
Mick: You're on the air with Banana 101.5 with Michael Ghail and Nick Durden.
Caller #1: Hey, this is Ashley calling out of Kissimmee. Nick, I just wanted to know what's the best part of your return to ACW?
Nick: Well, Ashley, I'd have to say that it's a chance to come back and perform in front of some of the most loyal, enthusiastic fans in the pro wrestling business. They always look forward to seeing you and you always get a great deal of feedback from them. If you can get an ACW crowd rocking, that's definitely the peak of the professional wrestling experience there. It's one of those times when I can sort of sit back and say, "Yeah, this is what I'm in it for."
Mick: Excellent query there, Ashley, thanks very much for calling. Next caller, you're on the air with Banana 101.5.
Caller #2: Whoooooo! Can't believe I got on the show, dude! This is Niles from Longwood! Ayseedubbya all the way! Yo, Nick, I know you and that vixen Renix Williams got pretty close during your time together with the company. I just wanted to know, was she a real beast in the sack or what?
Nick: Well...uh...I don't really believe I'm really at liberty to discuss such things. That's kinda well in the past, you know?
Oh, Nicky boy, how wrong you are about to be proven.
Niles: Aw, why ya gotta be such a priss, Durden? This is bullsh-
Mick cuts the cord just in time.
Mick: And thank you, Niles, for...that. Whatever it was.
Mick clears his throat quickly to regain his composure.
Mick: So, uh, yeah, next caller, I daresay.
Caller #3: Hi...Nick?
Wait, does Nick recognize that voice?
Nick: Renix?
Renix: 'Fraid so, Nicky poo.
Renix giggles. It's a laugh that's half playful and half awkward.
Nick: Uh...well...this is certainly a...surprise.
Renix: Yeah, I know, sorry about just appearing out of the blue. I didn't have your number, so I didn't really know how to contact you. I'm in town to visit some family, and I heard you were gonna be on the show, so I thought, well, hey, maybe this is fate's way of saying maybe we should, you know, catch up or something.
Awkward silence. Nick is practically paralyzed in fear.
Renix: So...what do you think?
Nick shuffles around uncomfortably in his seat. He doesn't want to shoot down a perfectly innocent woman on live radio (not if he ever wants to be laid again anyway), but of course, he realizes just how unsettling it could be to spend actual time around the woman who stomped all over his heart so long ago. The last time they were together they were doing something they swore never to speak of again, after all.
Nick: Well...
Nick looks around for some guidance. He gets none.
Nick: ...Yeah, okay.
Renix: Really? Great!
Stranglely enough, she sounds genuinely excited to be seeing him.
Nick: Yeah, exactly.
Not so much genuine excitment there.
Nick: Well, uh, what exactly did you have in mind, Renix?
Renix: I know you love pho, and I heard about this great place down in Little Saigon. Maybe we should check that out?
Nick: Sure...absolutely...definitely.
Just a note for life in general here: If you have to tell yourself that many times that you're sure, you're not really sure.
Renix: Cool. So let's say...8 o'clock?
Nick: That sounds...
Does he actually wanna say it? He certainly doesn't mean it.
Nick: ...good.
Renix: Good, then. Thanks for having me on, Mick.
At this point, Mick is about as fazed as Nick and needs a little while to shake out of his stupor as well.
Mick: Oh, well, absolutely. Anything for an old friend. And with that, ladies and gentlemen, concludes Mr. Durden's visit to Banana 101.5. I'd like to thank him again for being on the show. We'll return after this next block of music. Kicking it off is "Uphill Mountain" by Jackie Greene.
The music starts, and Mick is finally allowed to breath easy. Nick tears off his headset and approaches Leticia in a huff.
Nick: Are you crazy, woman? Have you ever heard of a little thing called call screening?
Leticia: ( mischievously ) Yeah, it means we take the calls I want to listen to.
Nick: </facepalm>.
Fade.
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