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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2008 15:00:00 GMT -5
Monday Night Warfare 19th May 2008
ACW Spring Tour 2008 – The Road to Omega Effect IV Oddessy Arena, Belfast
Schedule of Matches:
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Chris Williams vs. Josh the Jersey Boy
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AC Evans vs. Mr. Red
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Tag Team Title Tourney Preview Match Rattlesnake and Dan White vs. Jay Zero and The Libertines
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Jon Taylor vs. Nick Durden vs. Jonny Hughes
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BK London vs. Danny Mainer
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A note to everyone: Recently my internet connection has been extremely flaky during the evenings, therefore if the show does not start on time this may be due to technical difficulties. If this happens, I shall post the show just as soon as I am able to regain access to the net and the boards.
Thankyou for your patience.
AK
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2008 17:03:52 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Misinterpretation (Credit: Dan/Senator)
The Odyssey Arena in Belfast has been home to a couple of ACW events now, but it continues to be a resounding success and sellout no matter what era of ACW comes rolling into town. And the fans begin to go a little batty as “You Think I’m Lonely?” by The Horrors hits, and Dan White walks out, with a bit of a smug grin on his face, happy that for once he gets a positive reaction from the crowd. He wears smart-casual clothing; a pair of tight black jeans and a Topman t-shirt. He walks down the ramp, entering the ring and taking a microphone.
Dan: Well, I know we’re all family in the Celtic area of Britain, but I never knew so many of you liked me!
Another pop from the crowd.
Dan: By the way, I have to announce that in a couple of months I recently booked my holiday for the year. In August I’m going to a very popular city in Eastern Europe. Anyone heard of ST PETERSBURG??
There’s a huge cheer from the Catholic areas of the crowd, whilst the protestant/Rangers-supporting sections begin to boo largely, as Dan smiles again.
Dan: I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I was brought up a Catholic, but neither Celtic nor Rangers are my team. The glorious Gretna will one day rise from the flames and take Scotland by storm.
There’s a few snickers from the crowd, and Dan again smiles, happy that they took in his joke, but from here on in, the jokes end.
Dan: But there’s a more serious issue we have to take care of. Last week, Chairman Gingerdude was on the verge of firing me on the spot. I had apparently destroyed the biggest asset the company has and all of a sudden Omega Effect doesn’t have a main event, we don’t get people buying the shows and suddenly ACW becomes obsolete and we all join WWE, which in turn creates the WWEACW brand which gets 1 hour a week on some half-bothered TV show and we turn into a laughing stock.
Quite a mouthful to say, but Dan pulls it off.
Dan: Well I can assure you that it won’t happen. Insider information suggests that we will have a World Title match at Omega Effect, but I am “most definitely going to have nothing to do with the Omega Effect Main Event”, and I don’t really care. I still have a 6 month restraining order on Aiden, so even if I made it to the Main Event I couldn’t even wrestle in it.
He pauses again, taking time to find his words.
Dan: Anyways like I was saying…last week, Chairman Gingerdude nearly fired me, but then realised I’m too much of an ace asset to have around here. But unbeknownst to you lot, he then got pissy because I decided to go and batter a few Rangers fans – and no disrespect to you fans up in the crowd, I just felt like it, to be honest. But he’s now making me go and see a councillor otherwise I get suspended, in order to sort out my violent tendancies. Arse bandit.
Some of the crowd are pissed off at Dan’s random attack on Rangers fans the other night, but others relish it, and only wish he took on a few thousand more.
Dan: But Gingerdude promised me an appropriate punishment for destroying Senator’s leg, so I want to know exactly what this punishment is. So without further adieu, please come out, Mr. Chairman!
The crowd turn to the Alphatron, and surely enough, “Gingerdude’s Theme” hits, and there are jeers aplenty as Gingerdude walks out. But he’s in no mood to enter the ring, instead preferring to remain on the top of the ramp, if, for no other reason, to avoid getting smashed to pieces by Dan.
Gingerdude: Now Dan, I’m a very busy person tonight, but I figured you were just, only just worth a fragment of my time to explain something to you. You do not bother me. Not in the absolute slightest. But you have been a real pain in my arse ever since you came back. First, you get a restraining order, after causing GBH TO MY PREGNANT DAUGHTER.
Dan: Oh please. It was hardly assault. I was bored!
Gingerdude: And then secondly, as you mentioned, you throw the biggest event on the calendar, Fallen Heroes, into serious jeopardy. By now we should be hyping the main event with the Number One Contender, but of course, we don’t have a bloody number one contender! The rate we’re going, this could be the lowest selling PPV of all time!
Dan: Look, Ginger, it’s not all about the numbers. Who gives a damn if we don’t get a Super Mega Hyper Massive Main Event That Will Be The Biggest Event Ever match? The amount of people we get doesn’t really matter.
Gingerdude: Oho, it does Dan. Little do you know that whatever these fans pay me, goes towards your wages, and if they ain’t watching, you’re not getting paid.
Dan: Ginger, you’re just being prissy because your slut of a daughter has given birth to what is probably a mangled ginger freak with half a brain.
Gingerdude is TOTALLY mad now. The last thing you do is talk lip about a man’s first grandchild. He marches down to the ring, up the stairs and into the ring, squaring straight up to Dan, and they lock into a head-to-head.
Gingerdude: Don’t you DARE talk about my grandchild like that. The sheer fact that that child might not have even been here because of you is bad enough.
Gingerdude’s in a particularly foul mood. Dan breaks the head-to-head, taking a step back.
Dan: Listen, dude, I don’t want anymore trouble. Well…maybe, it’s a barrel of laughs with you.
Gingerdude’s face isn’t laughing.
Dan: Dude, what’s my punishment, eh? That’s all I want to know.
Gingerdude calms down, and places the microphone towards his mouth.
Gingerdude: At Spring Into Hell, you’ll be faci-
At that moment, the Alphatron flickers, and we see a very familiar face, which gets a mixed reaction from the crowd.
The Senator: Dan White, you intolerable oaf, you utter imbecile, it figures that you would be out here, running that enormous gap that some might call a jaw.
The surrounding area around Phillips has become rather familiar to ACW viewers: a nicely furnished room in the recovery facility that the injured Senator has been staying at since his unfortunate meeting with the Welsh Dragon.
Senator: If you were conscious about what goes on with your peers, rather than indulging on your own self-glory, you would know that you would be fighting two protégés of mine during my time here at ACW. They are none other than The Capitalists – Anthony Kalb and Kevin Fitsharris, in a No Disqualifications match, no less!
There’s a small pop for the match, as Gingerdude looks at Dan. Dan pulls a “well it’s not my fault I didn’t know” face.
Gingerdude: Seriously, Dan. I can not believe you are so stubborn that you believe the world actually revolves around you. You didn’t even know your match? It’s pretty pathetic if you ask me. It’s like not even knowing who plays Number 9 for Newcastle -
Dan - Obafemi Martins
Gingerdude: That wasn’t my point. The fact is, you’re a complete and total liability in my company, Dan. I really wish so damn much that I could fire you on the spot, and gleefully line up with all those Liverpool fans that will be at Spring Into Hell and pick up your dole money. But I can’t. Instead, I’m stuck with you; a stuck-up, arrogant, creepy liability. It would be my worst nightmare if you were ever World Champion.
Dan’s eyes widen, and a small smile brushes up on his face.
Dan: Hey, Senator, you were World Champion once, weren’t you? Of course it’s hard to remember, you lost it quicker than I heard ol’ Ginger goes with his secretary.
Gingerdude scowls again, as Senator shakes his head with disappointment.
Senator: Dan, you truly do represent the bottom of the barrel, the lowest form of human refuse known to mankind. As much as it pains me to say it, I agree with the Chairman, you being World Champion would be a fate that this organization would never recover from.
Dan: (Butting in) Senator, how’s the leg? I was pretty proud of the tackle if you ask me, it was very Danny Blanchflower-esque
The fans cheer for the mention of the Northern Irish footballing legend, but Senator remains less than impressed.
Senator: Oh come on, give me a break...anyone can receive a cheap pop from the locals if they know what to say. It does not mean that they care two shillings for your fate at the upcoming event.
Dan: Well we’ll just have to wait and see, won’t we? The fact to the matter is, Senator, that you are nothing more than an aging cripple. I’m assuming it’ll only be a matter of time before you’re picking up your zimmer frame and claiming your free buspass. I could go on with more old age-related clichés, but to be quite frank I have a match to prepare for.
He looks at Gingerdude.
Dan: And as for you, Mr. Chairman, all I can say is whilst you don’t want me as World Champion, be careful what you wish for. And that, my friends, is a right-
Senator: You do not stand a chance at Spring Into Hell. The odds are, to be frank, stacked against you. Underestimate the Capitalists at your own risk. They are well capable of not only defeating, but decimating you. I might even suggest that if you even make it out of Liverpool in a better condition than I, it would be a major miracle in itself! Heck, And that, Mr. White...is nothing...but the truth!
Senator Phillips stares forcefully into the camera as the video link cuts out, and Dan and Gingerdude glare at each other as we cut to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2008 17:05:44 GMT -5
Segment: I'm comin' fo you Flamingo (Credit: BK London)
As the show continues we are immediately brought to the Alphatron stage. There's no camera panning over the sea of fans in the Odyssey Arena. We open the segment, with BK London walking out onto the stage - which gets quite a bit of a pop from the crowd.
Strangely enough, he walks out to absolutely no music. No pyro. No fancy light shows. Just BK London.
He's rather expressionless for a bit as he stands amongst the thousands of fans, and soon enough the people begin chanting his name. He awaits for the crowd to die down a bit before he speaks, and when he speaks - they listen.
BK London: You know, being in this business for so long, if there's one thing that I've learned ....it's never let your family get involved in your wrestling career. For the past four years, yours truly has been in hundreds of matches - and I plan on being in hundreds more - but somehow I've always managed to get my family involved into ACW. Whether it was my ex-wife Kiley, my daughter Princess, or recently my own nephew Jerome Carter. And somehow - SOMEHOW - they always end up paying the price for my actions.
The first shot on the Alphatron is something that most fans don't quite remember. It's from Hellbound Heart 2004, in BK London's first ACW Championship match. But it isn't BK London up on the screen, it's his daughter Princess and the former ACW Champion herself - Alexandra Kaesar. But more specifically, it's Kaesar delivering a stiff kick to the head of his young daughter.
BK London: During my first World Title match, I let my family come ringside. It was one of the biggest moments in my career, so why not have them there to celebrate with me? But while I was knocked unconscious, I didn't know my own daughter would be so bold to enter the ring to attempt save me. And while I love her for that, I wish Rose would've just finished me off instead because that bitch attacked my daughter. But even with that distraction, I lost the match....
The second shot is Kiley Johnson trapped in the arms of The Ravaged from nearly three years ago. It was August 6th 2005 at a weekly HWL show, a date that is still firmly embedded in the mind of BK London.
BK London: Three years ago, I lost a match to Jade Amuro, and the stipulation was whoever lost would basically become the other's servant. But in a trade, I offered my wife instead of myself. A big mistake to say the least. You see, I watched as my wife was the victim of a beatdown by Jade Amuro and The Ravaged - something I still don't forgive them or myself for. Tthey nearly shattered every bone in her beautiful face. For the next few days, all I could think of was that same situation - the curbstomp on the steel chair, replaying over and over and over again. It fueled me me to get revenge, it feuled me to give The Ravaged everything I had. Then....when the time came....I lost.
The final shot is just recently from last week on Meltdown, with Adrian Flamingo whipping Jerome Carter with the steel chain as BK London is forced to watch from afar - handcuffed to the ropes.
BK London: Last week on Meltdown, I had to sit through another family beating, as my own nephew was dismantled right before my eyes. With each shot to the back with the steel chain, I heard those piercing screams in agony, and I couldn't do anything about it....at least not then. Adrian Flamingo, I've been threatned in the past through my family, and when I attempted to gain retribution - I failed. But that..that stops tonight.
A pop from the fans.
You can hear the anger in his voice as he progressively gets angrier and angrier.
BK London: Adrian Flamingo, because of you, my nephew is in the hospital with severly bruised ribs and a collapsed lung. Because of you, he's not out here tonight wrestling in another match to continue a possible rise to the top. BECAUSE OF YOU, HE HAS HAD HIS DREAM KNOCKED OFF TRACK BEFORE IT COULD GET STARTED! Adrian Flamingo! Mickey Flamingo! I will never forgive you for what you did to my nephew, and that's why I'm not waiting until Spring into Hell to get my revenge - I'm going to get it TONIGHT!
Another huge pop from the fans.
BK London: Trust me on this. Before this night is over, one of you two will be leaving this arena feet first.
BK London throws his mic down to the ground and the camera continues to close in on his face. It's that same look BK London always gives during an emotional, rage fueled promo, and last time we saw it - Adrian Flamingo was pushed off the top of a truck. BK London guarantees revenge...and he always delivers.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2008 17:07:36 GMT -5
Segment: Come On - Part 5 (Credit: Nick Durden)
"Thinking of a world not real then Where did she go? How did she go? I wanna, wanna know I wanna know that she'll be coming here To me" - " Come On" by Ben Jelen
Nick Durden awakes from his slumber in a real start. He had hoped that when he opened his eyes and looked to his direct left, there would not be the image of a peacefully slumbering Renix Williams beside him, but alas, there indeed was she, asleep in all her heavenly splendor, a slight smile stretched elegantly across her face as she strolls through whatever blissful dream world her mind has concocted for her.
Normally, any man would be delightfully ecstatic to see a beautiful, and nude, woman lying beside him in bed, but the situation is not quite so simple for ol' Nick. For you see, children, this wasn't just casual sex. This was "we're reuniting and potentially spending the rest of our lives together" sex. And unfortunately, for reasons that are still a bit unlear to him, that just happens to be the last thing Nick wants.
He tries to discretely pry himself from Renix's grip, so he can get some space and better think things over, but surely enough, Renix's stirs back to life and clutches Nick in even more tightly.
Renix: ( still a bit sleepily ) Mmmmmm, morning...
She purrs contentedly and places her head on Nick's chest.
Renix: We should just stay like this forever.
Oh boy. Nick knows as well as anybody that forever is a long time. Luckily for him, though, there comes a reason for Nick to leave the bed. A gentle knock is heard at the door. Not surprisingly, Nick wastes little time in scrambling out of bed and slapping on a robe. When he answers the door, he's greeted by a bellboy, offering up the morning's complimentary breakfast service.
Nick: ( under his breath ) Glad to see you, buddy.
Nick beckons him in, and the bellboy pushes his little trolley inside the room. As Renix shakes herself into full consciousness, Nick picks off a few offerings from the cart. He tips the bellboy, who then promptly exits.
Renix has also put on her robe and sits down beside Nick at the dining table. She smiles a slightly drowsy, but wholly affectionate smile at Nick.
Nick: We need some forks, don't we?
Nick excuses himself to go grab utensils. Okay, Nick, ya bought yourself a little bit of time, but it's running out quickly, so think fast. You need to tell her, of course. How could you spend the rest of your life with someone you don't actually love anymore? But you need to let her down easy. Be tact--
Renix: This is a mistake.
What's this? Could Nick's problem have been solved for him?
Nick: OH MY GOD, am I glad you agree! I mean, seriously, you couldn't have turned me down the first time if you were actually in love with me, right? That's not one of those gut instincts that are typically wrong, lemme tell ya. And also, it just wouldn't make sense! We've both moved on from each other. We've both got new careers, a new circle of friends, new lives entirely. To jeopardize that for the purpose of playing what's probably an ill-advised hunch would just be crazy! I am just--wow, you have no idea how much trouble that saved me, your saying that.
Stranglely enough, there is only silence on Renix's end. Something about this silence ties Nick's stomach into knots.
Renix: I was talking about the eggs. You got me scrambled. I only like sunny side up.
I tell ya, Nick, how you made it this far in your life with such a knack for misinterpreting situations is a wonder in and of itself.
Nick: ...oh.
Renix's face scrunches up, and a torrent of tears gushes from her eyes.
Nick: ( panicked ) Oh, no. Please, Renix. Please, don't cry.
Renix: No, it's ( sob ) okay. It's just the ( sob ) hormones.
Nick: Hormones?
Renix: ( sob ) Nick...
Renix takes a huge sniffle to catch her breath again, but in reality, it's Nick who needed that huge breath to prepare himself for the bombshell ahead.
Renix: I'm pregnant.
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Nick: ...
Don't look at me, buddy, I'm just as flabergasted as you!
Nick: So when you say pregnant...
Renix: I'm having your child, Nick.
Nick: Right, of course, I just wanted to be sure.
Nick tries to stand, but finds his legs are Jell-O at the moment.
Nick: If you need me, I'll be down there.
Thud!
That was the sound of Nick getting well-acquainted with the floor.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2008 17:09:57 GMT -5
Segment: To be a Team - Part III Credit: Jay Zero and The Libertines
[The scene quickly opens up early on during this weekly Monday broadcast of ACW Warfare. The audience finds themselves pitted backstage at the Odyssey Arena here in Belfast. Unlike many commoners from the area, we see a sober Jay Zero marching down the hallway with his shoulders pushed back, back straight, and head hanging tall. He's decked out wearing dark blue jeans a black cotton shirt with white designs on it. Nothing about Jay looks different tonight -- however, looks can be deceiving. Nobody is quite sure how Jay is doing after Thursday night when he had the breakdown the closed the show. Kevin Anderson doesn't dare try to talk to him as Jay walks past him. He cannot see his face so we're not certain of what the expression on his face looks like. Just then from the other side of the hallway, Libertines turns the corner and sees Jay. Excitedly, he runs over to his partner.]
Libertines: Hey! Where've you been man?
[Jay doesn't stop on a dime which kind of irritates Libertines.]
Libertines: ... Jay? Jay man what's up?
[He slowly breaks down until he comes to a complete stop. Jay then turns his body around and backs up a little bit so that he can look at his partner.]
Zero: Oh..hey. [/color]
Libertines: Where were you? By the time I got back to the locker room Thursday you were gone.
Zero: Yeah. I --uh just felt like getting out of there. [/color]
Libertines: Oh. Well no worries man. Hey, you hear?
Zero: Hear what? [/color]
Libertines: We finally get to show the fans what The Libertines and Jay Zero and made of!
[Jay looks at Libertines, not really thrilled.]
Zero: ....Hm? [/color]
Libertines: We're so going to kill White Snake! In fact we might even make them look like a Garden Snake!
[Yikes. This just got even more worse.]
Zero: White Snake..?! As is Dan White and Rattlesnake? [/color]
Libertines: Yeah man, why? We can take them, I know we can.
Zero: ..Uh, yeah sure. If you say so. Hey! Look I gotta go. Waiting for a phone call then I gotta go take care of something with Ginger. So um ... I'll see you out in the ring. [/color]
Libertines: Oh. Ok then. See ya then. The Libertines has to get ready for his match.
[Jay turns around and starts to walk but then Libertines remembers something.]
Libertines: Oh wait! The Libertines almost forgot. The Libertines thinks the maintenance guys screwed up or something. For some reason you have a locker room all to yourself and The Libertines is in the general locker room. Heh, weird huh? I guess monkeys are working for ACW.
Zero: Oh -- uh....Yeah. That is a bit weird. [/color]
Libertines: I know right! The door was locked too, and I thought to myself well something is wrong here my key isn't working but now that you're here, is it alright if I take my stuff in there?
[Well -- this is going to be awkward.]
Zero: ...Well, the thing is. Maintenance didn't mess up. [/color]
Libertines *Confused* : --What do you mean?
Zero: I told them to put you in another locker room. [/color]
[Libertines can't do much more than just stand there and look down at Jay, perplexed.]
Libertines: Why would you do that? I thought we were a team.
Zero: I just wanted some space man. [/color]
Libertines: Space? What about us spending time together and trying to be a team? What about us making bread out of the dough we got?
[Jay takes his palm and wipes over his mouth and grabs his chin, giving himself some time to process it. Finally he takes a deep breath and laughs a bit. ]
Zero: Yeah, well there's plenty of time to do that once we actually start to look like a team. [/color]
Libertines: Well we're not going to look like a team if we don't even spend time together man! What the hell!
Zero: Well if you can't even watch my back for me, then why the hell should I waste any time trying to do the same for you? Look, I'm doing you a favor with this team so maybe you should either get on board or go back to your loveshack with Simba Mufasa! [/color]
Libertines: What do you mean? I had your back on Thursday! Don't get all bitchy cause you lost! I mean I would've won even without help!
Zero: Yeah okay, I guess that really explains why you're getting crushed by guys like Jin! But hey! Sorry I can't be as perfect as you! But since we're here, why don't you go ahead and tell me just WHY did I lose Libs?! Hm, well it's because YOU can't even manage to do one simple task like making sure nobody attacks me from behind. Prime example! I was going to hit my Zero Darkness but theeeen! -- A "camera man" named Nick Durden ran right by you and came into the ring and clocked me in the head!
Way to go. [/color]
[Jay sighs and shakes his head at Libertines, beginning to turn back around in the process.]
Libertines: Fine. If The Libertines is not up to standards then have fun trying to beat White Snake alone.
Zero: Oh don't you worry. If you want to still prove yourself you know where the ring is. [/color]
Libertines: Mhm.
[Jay starts to walk away and Libertines shakes his head before taking off in the opposite direction. Is there trouble in paradise already for this dynastic duo or is it just Jays temper getting the best of him again? ]
[FADE OUT]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2008 17:10:18 GMT -5
Segment: "Welcome to the World - Part 1" Credit: Sarin, ~Aj [It is Saturday morning. The sun creeps through a crack in the curtains, a beam of light whacking Aiden Joseph in the eye. He mumbles, rolling over onto his side, searching for Anna's pliant body. His hand pads only air. Startled by her absence--Anna never wakes up before him--he bolts up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Clad in her pink, billowing nightie, Anna examines herself in the wall mirror, mouth hanging open in a curious expression of shock. Concerned, Aiden moves to his lover and squeezes her shoulders.] Aiden Joseph: Anna...what's wrong? [She can't speak. Aiden follows her gaze down to the soft carpet, right underneath her protruding belly. It's wet.] Aiden Joseph: Your water broke! Anna Sommers: Ow... [Her knees buckle. Aiden secures her with strong arms and wordlessly carries her to the bed, packing a duffle bag with frightening urgency. Anna wails, a soft sheen of sweat forming on her brow as she experiences her first contraction.] Aiden Joseph: We have to get you to the hospital! Anna: No...shit...Aiden...! ACK! [Thirty minutes and several cries of agony later, Aiden busts open the double doors of the hospital with Anna scooped in his arms. The patients gasp, barely able to recognize the famous champion through the layers of stress, haggardness, and excitement.] Aiden Joseph: Doctor! She's having our baby! Anna: Aiden...call daddy... Aiden Joseph: Yes, of course. Can I get you anything else? [Anna grabs a fistful of Aiden's shirt, yanking him closer with a surprising amount of strength.] Anna: DRUGS! GIVE ME THE FUCKING DRUGS!Aiden Joseph: But Anna, our doctor has a natural birthing plan for you--OW! [Anna smacks him across the face, transferring some of her intense agony over to the protesting Aiden.] Anna: KNOCK ME OUT IF YOU HAVE TO, JUST GET ME THE FUCKING DRUGS!Aiden Joseph: Someone get this woman drugs, STAT! [An emergency team of doctors lie Anna down on a stretcher. She kicks one hard in the face.] Anna: ARE YOU WEARING CROCS? THE DOCTOR THAT WILL DELIVER MY CHILD IS WEARING CROCS?! I SHOULD KILL YOU WHERE YOU STAND! GAAAAAAAAAHHHHH![Aiden helps a team of burly nurses restrain the thrashing woman, an insane bloodlust in her eyes as she tries to lash out at the Croc-wearing intern.] Croc Doctor: B-but...they're so comfortable! Anna: I...WILL...CHOP...OFF...YOUR...FEET...WHERE...ARE...MY...DRUGS!Other Doctor: For God sake, get her the fucking drugs! Other Other Doctor: We'll take it from here sir, please give us some room! Aiden Joseph: I'm not leaving her side! [With a snarl of pain and rage, Anna's foot connects with Aiden's testicles, doubling him over.] Anna: YOU DID THIS TO--HURK--ME!Aiden Joseph: Er...perhaps...*cough*...I'll join you in the delivery room shortly! [With a sigh of exasperation, the doctor guides Anna's stretcher down the corridor and to the birthing room. Aiden watches his thrashing Anna go with a slight small, despite the pain building in his crotch. She'll be alright. The doctors, on the other hand...] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2008 17:11:08 GMT -5
Match 1: Chris Williams vs. Josh the Jersey Boy (Credit: Jake Steele)
Match will be posted upon receipt.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2008 17:11:31 GMT -5
Segment: The new Sheriff of ACW County (Credit: Chris Cooley)
A plain, white pickup is parked in the wrestler's section of the parking lot. A security guard, whom has been with the company for many years, doesn't recognize the vehicle, thinks it's a fan, and goes to investigate. Sitting in the back, on a cooler full of beer, is a man. A man dressed in a leather jacket, faded jeans, and wearing a cowboy hat and boots.
Guard - Excuse me Sir, but this area is for wrestlers only. I'm afraid you’re going to have to move your vehicle.
The man sits there, continuing to drink his beer, not paying any attention to the guard.
Guard - Sir, you will have to move your vehicle. You can either move it yourself, or I will call a tow truck and have it towed away for you.
The man stops drinking his beer, and stares at the security guard. He jumps down off the pickup and both men are now face to face.
Guard - Well Sir, shall I call you a tow?
Man - I'd like to see you try it.
The guard motions toward his walkie talkie, and ad he grabs it, the man smashes him over the head with the beer bottle he was drinking out of.
Man - I told you I'd like to see you try it, and look what happened. First of all, I am allowed to park here, for I am the new sheriff in town, the man known as the 'Cowboy'. Chris Cooley.
Second, a message to ACW. Listen up and listen good. This cowboy has arrived to terrorize your town, and rough up a few feathers. I will never back down from a fight, beat the hell out of a few guys, and have a few beers while I do it. This place will never be the same, now that this cowboy has made his arrival.
Cooley grabs another beer from the cooler, and goes to jump back in the pickup, when he notices the guard. The guard, trying to get back on his feet, places a hand on the side of the pickup for leverage. Cooley kicks the guard in the gut, causing him to fall on the ground once again. Cooley walks over to where the guards hand was.
Cooley - That guard left a scratch. Damnit! Stupid security, can't mind their own business. No good for nothing anyways. Anyone could get attacked out here, and they wouldn't even know about it. The heads of ACW should fix this, I could get injured or something.
Still cursing under his breath, Cooley saunters out of shot.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2008 17:12:07 GMT -5
Segment: “Welcome to the World - Part 2” Credit: Sarin, ~Aj [Thousands of miles away his company is prepping itself for another successful overseas show, but this couldn’t be more further from Gingerdude’s mind at this moment. In a repeat performance from a month ago, the panic stricken father frantically scrambles down hospital corridors in search of his daughter. His adrenaline surging, not even a weary inducing fifteen hour fight across continents can slow the Chairman down. Feeling dreadful for not being there for the actual birth, Ginger will not allow time to stand between he and Anna any longer. Luckily for him, his eyes discover an ally to help him battle the clock in the form of a well groomed man standing inconspicuously in the corner of a nearby waiting room.] Ginger: AIDEN! [Beaming with joy, the new father waves Ginger over to his side.] Gingerdude: How is she doing? Aiden Joseph: Fine! Just fine, Ginger. She is now resting as she should be. There is no reason to panic! Ginger: No reason to panic? I’ll expect you to soon realize the fallacy of that statement now that you are a father yourself! [Aiden more than graciously accepts Ginger’s words of wisdom.] Ginger: Now take me to my grandson! [Ginger follows Aiden into the elevator where with a push of a button they gravitate upwards to the hospital’s 3rd floor. With a chime, the doors part before them and they step out onto the maternity ward. Before they proceed any further, Aiden turns to Ginger and raises his index finger against his lips. With tired new mothers lurking behind every closed door, the hospital staff certainly frowns upon those who make to much of a rumpus. Together they tiptoe around the corner to Anna’s room where Aiden carefully peaks inside. Both his loves still lay sleeping in their beds looking absolutely drained from the whole ordeal. Waking them is not an option but neither is making poor Ginger wait to see them. It’s time for a compromise.] Aiden: Pssst, come here. [Aiden softly places his hand on Ginger’s shoulder and leans into his ear where he softly whispers - ] Aiden: They are both sleeping. We have to be quiet, okay? [Ginger nods. Carefully they enter the room and it takes Ginger all the reserve he can muster to stop his fatherly instincts from boiling over. Seeing his daughter sleeping quietly makes him want to throw his arms around her to comfort her. However, before Ginger even entertain this thought, he hears a cooing noise emanating from a tiny crib placed near the side of the bed. Turning in its direction, he sees a tiny baby wrapping his digits around his prideful father’s index finger.] Aiden: Look who’s up already. Please Lord, don’t let him have my sleep patterns. Ginger *whispering*: My God, look at that lad! He looks strong, healthy! A chip off the ol’ block if I must say so myself! Aiden: Oh believe me, the first thing I did when he came out was check to ensure that he had all ten digits on all the proper appendages. My crude methods aside, the doctors have told us that he is a one-hundred percent healthy, happy baby boy. Ginger *smiling*: You both did well Aiden. You both did well. [Ginger pats Aiden on his shoulder and Aiden returns the favor. Since Anna and Aiden have become inseparable, Ginger and Aiden have formed a strong bond and today it grows even tighter. With the absence of a father figure for the duration of his entire life, Aiden has seen this man step into this role for him on several occasions. To show his gratitude, Aiden secretly makes a promise to himself that he will follow Ginger’s example and become the best father he possibly can. Not wanting to overstay his welcome, Ginger prepares to step out, but not before he says a few final goodbyes.] Ginger: Rest, sweetheart. I love you. [The Chairman bends over Anna’s bed and gives her a delicate kiss on her forehead. He rises, turns and does the same to his new grandson.] Ginger: And I love you as well, Dillon. [An overly proud man, Gingerdude rarely displays emotion but an occasion such as this more than brings his feelings to the surface. Tears streaming from his eyes, he heads out to the waiting room to leave the Joseph-Sommers family with some much needed time alone.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2008 17:13:00 GMT -5
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2008 17:14:00 GMT -5
Segment: 'Blessed' Encounter...? (Credit: FSX) Land Rover Arena 5/15/08 End of Meltdown... There are few moments in life that one can truly see coming from any angle, and judge properly just how they should react to it. Something so totally unexpected that it leaves you in a state of shock that doesn't allow you to properly react can definitely be fatal, which is why one must be ready for any presented situation. Even if that situation entailed a sociopathic ice cream man and being sent to the Temple of Doom in order to escape imminent peril! These sorts of situations can occur at any given time! Well...depending on who you are anyway....and how lucky you happen to be. But when your a man that somehow manages to have absolutely everything in their life go horribly and dramatically wrong, one can only imagine what will eventually come to be when death is brought in to the picture. Perhaps they will simply play off the entire situation as if it was a dream. Maybe they will just chalk it up to be a sick hallucination due to the fact they were completely insane. Or maybe...just maybe...they will learn to cope with it quite quickly, and simply ride out the situation as it presents itself. After all, when things are the most insane there is usually a very tight schedule.Ginger: Looks like he won't make it after all... But really, how many situations will present themselves in life where you have to deal with an evil genius and his evil henchman? Now that just seems like some kinda sick fabrication, doesn't it? Especially when it seems to happen time and time again! After all, it MUST be impossible to have that bad of luck! You can't possibly be placed up against all odds over and over again, can you? Not when you keep narrowly failing! Why, suicide would come into play if that was the case...But Fallen hasn't tried to kill himself just yet. He still has some sort of blind hope that he can succeed, which is unfortunate given his many failures. If Ginger happens to of succeeded this time around, however, there is no doubt that the dream is dead. As he sits alone at his desk quite triumphantly, one has to imagine that he has. So he won't become the number one contender after all...Ginger: I have to say I'm surprised that things worked out so well...You did a much better job that I could of ever expected of you. With a small smile beginning to emerge on his face, Ginger appears to be addressing the fiend that put his evil plan into action! If this was a kids show there would likely be a period where those at home would attempt to guess just who it was that fulfilled the devil's duty. Of course all those that have been paying attention are already well aware, and as the camera pans out to show the troubled expression of Will Anger no one should be surprised. He's become quite the whore to those that mean Fallen wrong as of late, and one has to imagine he won't get away with things so easily this time around.Ginger: It's about time that he learned his place, after all. You've done well as to teach him it, Will. Anger: I guess so... I was kinda hoping that he would of made it back on time, actually. I feel sort of bad about shattering his hopes and dreams. Seems kinda mean. If only having a conscious meant anything at this point! But unfortunately that doesn't seem to possibly be the case, and Ginger can only laugh to himself at the show of remorse by Will at this point. After you dump someone in an unknown ruin and expect them to find their way out with time to spare, usually it is implied that you give up any good left within you. Rubbing the back of his head as he looks away from the Chairman for a moment, Ginger seems bored with his associates pull for sympathy and raises to his feet.Ginger: You probably should of thought about that before you agreed to accept my money. Now if you would, bask in the wonderful afterglow of a job well done! Anger: But it wasn't my fault that I did all of this! I don't have a job anymore, after all...Fallout is always full with some new guy that hasn't wrestled in years, and the only possible spot I had on the roster for the next few weeks was stolen from me by Senator! It's just not fair. During the brief moment of silence that took place following Will's little speech, one could undoubtedly swear that the world's smallest violin was playing off in the distance. Why, Fallen will surely understand the plight of Will Anger if he was informed of it! Who couldn't feel bad for the sad bald man? Ginger sure doesn't seem to be. If anything, he's looking more to get him out of his office before the entire scene becomes something from the very depths of Dr. Phil.Ginger: Well, I really could care less about you Will, so you'll have to find someone else to listen to your damn problems. But I suppose I can give you the other half of your money now though. It doesn't look like Fallen can possibly make it in time, seeing Jay is just about done. Anger: Really..? Well, alright then! That makes all of this deceit and betrayal really worth while! Seeing the complete change in his expression, one has to really ponder just how much Will cared in the first place about his fallen friend. They always did have their differences, but one would find it hard to believe that Will isn't personally trying to sabotage him for some reason! Regardless, it seems that all of that doesn't matter now... As time is running out on the show, and it appears as if Fallen hasn't made it to the arena on time after all, Ginger has succeeded. Pulling out a suitcase that was conveniently placed beneath his desk, Ginger was quick to begin counting out the payment of his hired gun. As Will seemed to be salivating at the look of the money, both men were distracted from there individual self-obsessed worlds at the sound of a loud buzzing in the distance. It was almost as if someone was playing with some kind of remote controlled car. As it continued for a few moments and seemed to grow louder and louder as time persisted, and agitated Ginger slammed the money to his desk and looked around irritated.Ginger: What is with this racket?! Anger: Racket? Really? Wow, your more ready to be an elderly grandpa then I would of thought. Ginger: You watch your mouth! Anyway, the noise really is distracting. Anger: I'll go and take a loo-- There will be no need for a helpful nature tonight, however! Why is that? It likely has something to do with the fact that a backstage worker has suddenly thrown open the doors to the Chairman's office and ran into it quickly, a frantic look on his face as he slammed them behind him and tried desperately to hold them shut, despite the fact there seemed to be no resistance on him.Ginger: Who the hell do you think you are?! You can't just burst into my office like that! You kids today need to learn some damn respect! Anger: Seriously, soon you'll be cursing at the whipper snappers and sending your kids vitamins in the mail every day... Ginger: I don't want to hear another word out of you, Will! Now give me some answers! Man: ...M...Mr. Chairman! Fallen is he--AAAAUUUUGH!! Without a moment of notice, it soon became all too clear just why the backstage worker had tried so desperately to hold shut the door, despite the fact that it seemed no one was trying to make their way in. Just so clear as to what the buzzing noise was...Just so clear as to what a really hero does with his final seconds ticking away! What's that? Why, drive the Pope Mobile right into the Chairman's office! As everyone looked in utter shock and the backstage worker rolled off to the side upon being hit by the low speed vehicle, no one appeared to know just what they should do as Fallen quickly pulled himself out from the front seat of the stolen car, just a moment prior to Meltdown finally going off of the air. Staring to his monitor in shock before slowly trailing his eyes back to Fallen, he wasn't sure what upset him more. The fact that FSX had made it just in the nick of time, or the fact that he was dressed to discover some lost gold and kill the Nazi's.Ginger: So it's you! How did you ever manage to make it to the damn arena in time?! I mean, Will was supposed to dump you in a damn cave off in Germany! FSX: Oh, if only I was so lucky. The things that I've seen...the things that I've had to do to get hear..they are just so damn unimaginable. So unbelievably horrific. So undeniably traumatizing that only most of them will end up being shown on ACW television! One has to really wonder how much worse things could of became after the last seen incident involving Fallen, but if a man that is likely completely insane by this point says that something managed to traumatize him, we may have missed the most cannibalistic moments of all! But at that point everything before this moment is behind the two of them, and there is only one thing on the mind of Fallen Souls! Well..maybe two.FSX: Where the fucking hell is Will?! He needs to die for what he did, and everything else can wait! Ginger: What do you mean? He's standing right next to me! Slowly looking off to his left, Ginger does seem to be a bit surprised by the fact that Will had already fled since the last point that he saw him, though he may have been more surprised by the fact that his money was gone! Or maybe the fact that he left an odd cloud of dust that silhouetted his figure, which probably should be impossible given the cleanliness of the room. Regardless of all of this Fallen would simply have to carry on, and as he turned back to look at Ginger he had the clear intent to do so!FSX: I guess that will have to wait then...Well? Where is the damn contract already? You said that if I made it here before the end of the show that I would get my shot at the title, and I expect you to keep your promise! Ginger: Well, I didn't think you would actually make it! But I suppose a promise is a promise... FSX: Damn straight it is! So how are we going to work this out? Do you have a contract for me to sign right now? Because you have to know I'm ready! Give it to me! I've been waiting for this moment for the past four fucking years! This entire situation seemed to leave Ginger in quite the predicament, as he clearly wasn't prepared for Fallen to make such a dramatic and last second appearance. With no hint of paperwork anywhere around him, and the knowledge that Fallen would definitely cause him hell if he backed out on their agreement at this point, he slowly walked over to the ravaged form of Fallen and simply smiled to him for a few moments. Perhaps he was simply using this period of time to formulate a new plan..there was always a hope for evil!Ginger: Well, I can't deny the fact that you did all I told you to do! I'll have a contract for you ready to sign on Warfare, and that will be that! You've proved yourself the better man..congratulations. FSX: So is that it, or are you going to send someone to kill me again? Because I'm tired of overcoming all of these damn games. Over and over. Ginger: No...this is it. I promise that no one under my instruction will attempt to kill you, and I doubt that they will get the chance. If anything you'll have to escape Italy before the police can arrest you for doing whatever it was that you did to obtain the Pope Mobile, and that should likely be enough of a hassle. I'll see you on Monday, Fallen...and I wish you the best of luck in your effort to become the World Champion. Just the way that such a sinister sentence was worded will leave you to believe that Fallen isn't quite out of the water just yet, and something else will still end up arising! But what trouble is there really left for him to overcome? Ever since he started his crusade to earn a spot in the Main Event of the biggest show of them all, he has had to endure just about everything. With every success has come a new obstacle however, and this is likely no different. Will Fallen be able to simply receive his chance at the World Title? No...that just won't happen. What new twist is in store for him now? Find out soon.
...Very soon.
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2008 17:14:42 GMT -5
Segment: “The Arrival” (Credit: James Murphy)
As we open from the previous segment, ACW’s resident interviewer Charlotte King is standing in a bare, concrete corridor. She’s wearing a dark brown top and tight fitting blue jeans, looking as lovely as always her long blonde hair swings dramatically with every minor head movement. She is given a signal from the cameraman to indicate that they are on air, staring into the camera. She begins her piece.
Charlotte King: Hello Warfare viewers, at this time I’ve got one of ACW’s newest recruits with me. Allow me to introduce you to James Murphy.
A tall, broad shouldered man walks into the picture, at about 6’3, 240lbs he’s well built. Wearing a dark black Armani suit with matching sunglasses tucked into his pocket. The man screams confidence; from his gelled, dark brown hair, to his shiny, polished shoes. He makes an appreciative nod towards Charlotte to indicate his readiness.
Charlotte King: James, welcome to ACW. How does it feel to join the company and make your screen debut tonight?
James Murphy: Firstly Charlotte, thank you for the warm introduction, and it feels great to have finally joined ACW. I was set to join quite a while ago but due to unforeseen circumstances I had to attend other areas of my life but now I’m here ready to go in ACW.
Charlotte nods at the answer, pleased with how the interview has started.
Charlotte: So James, I’m sure you’ll understand that the majority of the ACW fans won’t have heard of you before, or what you have achieved in your wrestling career, however what I have heard it has been quite impressive, would you care to let our viewers in on your past?
James takes a second to comprehend the question fully, he doesn’t want to make a mistake here. You only get one first impression and in the world of wrestling, that can be the difference between making it and falling into obscurity.
James Murphy: My past? Sure, how long have you got?
James gives a hearty laugh at his own little joke.
James: For the past three years, I’ve been wrestling in a federation called the Gamefaqs Wrestling Federation, the GWF for short, it’s been one hell of a ride. I hit the highest highs, and the lowest lows, but the whole time I was there I enjoyed it, every challenge, and every obstacle that was put in my way I overcame. It wasn’t easy but I pushed myself to my limit and I rose to the top, I was the top man. That is how I left.
Charlotte again nods absorbing what she has just heard, and then forming her next question, a trait that every good interviewer has.
Charlotte: So James, you talk about your highs in the company? Could you divulge into just a few of them?
Again, James pauses for a moment to allow the question to tick over in his head, various memories come to him, too many. He quickly sorts them out and chooses a select few to share.
James: In GWF, I was a two time world champion, the only man to ever do it in that company, however my first title reign was nothing more than a sham, I won it from someone who had already stated their intentions to leave no matter what happened in the match, when I won it was a hollow victory. Then only 16 days after that, not even having a single title defence. I was forced to vacate the title and fill a management position after a well trusted man picked up his bags and walked out on the GWF.
James lets out a short sigh, composing himself to continue.
James: Then when everything had settled down again and I was free to compete, I set out to regain what was mine. It was a long journey, a very long journey. 11 months of nothing but betrayal, failure and disappointment. But then one day it was all made worth it. The 17th of February 2007, I won the GWF Championship for a second time, this time it was real, I had beaten two people who were fighting with everything they had, I overcame both of them to stand tall as the GWF Champion, and from that day forward I haven’t taken a step back.
Charlotte: Interesting, interesting. Was there one moment in your reign that stood out for you?
James: Yes, yeah there was one moment it was at Rise and Fall II, this was our Omega Effect, the biggest show of the year. I walked in as the GWF Champion and I walked out that same night with the title firmly around my waist. I was facing an old friend of mine, his name is pointless but basically I brought him into the business, I raised him to what he was, and then he turned around and threw it all back at me to challenge me for my title. It was a hell of a battle and there were plenty of times in the match where I thought I was done for, but I pulled through, I succeeded and I carried on.
Now Charlotte already has this question prepared, the bog standard question for all newcomers.
Charlotte: So James, what are you hoping to achieve now in ACW? You seem to have done a lot before, so what were your reasons for coming here?
James ponders a moment, but in his heart he already knows the answer. Fixing his suit slightly he answers.
James: To be truthful Charlotte, I needed a new challenge, as I said I had reached the pinnacle, now I needed to search for new grounds to apply my trade, so I kept an ear open, and there was one company that was always being mentioned. ACW. “ACW is where the best go!” I would hear. “James you wouldn’t last a second in ACW!” others would tell me, now personally I took that as a challenge, so I’m here to take on the best, to put my skills up to the test and to see how I actually fare in the “big leagues” so to speak.
Charlotte: And your goals?
James: Of course I would be aiming for the top, I want to be the best, but being realistic? I see the Entertainment title as my first goal, I’ve seen the competition in and around that title and although I respect them greatly, I’d be confident if I went up against any of them I would more than hold my own. After that, who knows? The sky is the limit for James Murphy.
Charlotte: And now finally, is there any news on when we’ll be able to see James Murphy in an ACW ring?
A small smirk grows across James’ face.
James: Yes, I know when I’ll be debuting, the management have told me I’ll be getting my first match on Saturday at Spring into Hell.
There is a small murmur in the crowd after this statement.
Charlotte: And any word on who you’ll be going against?
James: At this time no, but I’ll be at Spring into Hell, ready and waiting for whoever decides to take me on.
Charlotte: Ok James, thanks for your time and again welcome to ACW, good luck on Saturday.
James: Thanks Charlotte.
With that, Murphy walks off camera, the camera centres on Charlotte again.
Charlotte: And now we’ll get you back to some great ACW action![/b]
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2008 17:15:06 GMT -5
Segment: Well Done (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns, Chairman Gingerdude is seen in the Senatorial Office, with the Capitalists and the Stable's Fallen Heroes sparring partner Dave Morgan. The Senatorial Plasma Television turns on as Ginger faces it, and again, Steve Phillips is seen on the other end of the connection.
The Senator: Very well then, everyone is here who I wanted.
Gingerdude: Look, Phillips, I do not appreciate having to speak to you here. I can get this set up in my own...
Senator: This is the best place for this meeting, most convienent for everyone involved. I will make this brief. I want you to hire Dave Morgan here.
Gingerdude: I don't have the faintest clue why I would.
Senator: He did a fine job in helping me train for Fallen Heroes...shame how things turned out afterwards, but he deserves to be rewarded for his hard work. If you do this, I would consider it a large step towards making up for my current condition, really.
Ginger: I don't like your reasoning, but ACW can use another body in the opener brigade. Consider him signed.
Senator: Great! Papers on my desk, if Kalb arranged them right.
Anthony Kalb: I did...I hope.
Kevin Fitsharris: He didn't...just kidding!
Senator: You two best be ready for the pay per view.
Fitsharris: You best believe we are. I want to tear White into pieces.
Kalb: And I'll stomp those pieces into even smaller ones.
Senator: Be careful, he is quite the crafty slimeball.
Gingerdude: Looks like everything is in order. I will sign here, here, here...good.
Dave Morgan: Thanks, Senator Phillips, and you, too, Mr. Chairman.
Ginger: You best behave yourself here, if you work as hard as Phillips says you do, you'll have a spot on the roster for time to come. And now that this is over, I am going to take my leave.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2008 17:15:59 GMT -5
Match 2: AC Evans vs. Mr. Red (Credit: AJ) ..::ACW::.. A.C. EVANS VS. MR. RED ..::WARFARE::..
Time limit: 20 Minutes Referee: Carter Donovan
-* Tale of the Tape, brought to you by X-BOX LIVE! – Why have Jason Freeman bug you through text when he can annoy the hell out of you in live streaming audio? *-
“The Lost Soul” A.C. Evans Age: 22 Height: 5'9" Weight: 176 lbs. Hometown: Unknown
Mr. Red Age: 22 Height: 6'0" Weight: 200 lbs. Hometown: Columbus, Ohio “Never Die” by the Tiger Army ushers out the newcomer, A.C. Evans! He steps out into our capacity crowd and sulks his way down to the ring, ignoring the fandom who clamor for his acknowledgment. Once inside, he adjusts his ring gear accordingly and seems very distant from the proceedings leaving many to agree that he is quite the unusual man.
“Reds Fan” by Freekbass hits the sound system and out comes everyone’s favorite fan - MR. RED! With his trusty baseball bat on his shoulder, he comes to the ring with a lot on his mind and what better way to release some pent up frustration than with a beating? Evans better be on his game tonight because Mr. Red will most certainly put him to the test! Once inside, Red surrenders his bat to the Carter Donovan and goes towards the rope for one last esteem boosting pop from the audience. As both men pace each other, Donovan calls for the bell.~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: As the match begin the veteran Red sizes up the newcomer with a lock up. Together they grapple around the ring and as they near the ropes, Evans quickly slips down and grabs Red by the bottom of his trunks and proceeds to snap suplex him down to the mat. Surprised by his opponent’s quickness, Mr. Red brings out brute force in an effort to slow him down. Nailing Evans with a hard right hook, he backs him up a few spaces so he can hit the SLIDE TO HOME! Evans’ body blasts off the ropes and A.C. shows his ring smarts by hitting the mat and rolling right underneath Mr. Red’s clothesline to avoid it! With a leg whip, Mr. Red hits the mat and Evans rises back to his feet. Relying on his speed yet again, he rushes Red as he rises and drives his boots into his knee with a dropkick! Red crumbles to the mat and rolls out of the ring for a much needed break. As he lays on the padded mat, he clutches his knee and shakes the pain off the best he can! Returning back to the ring apron, Evans is right there to welcome him into the ring and he does so by catapulting his body up and over the ropes! Red lands hard, and with that we move to our match’s midpoint! MATCH MIDPOINT: What would any good match be without a terrific mid match rest hold? Not wanting to disappoint the viewers at home, Mr. Red sneaks up from behind Evans and slaps on a RED-EYE! Not liking the choke, Donovan admonishes Mr. Red with a five count! Mr. Red breaks, only to slap the move on a second time much to the dismay of our referee! With another stern warning, Red finally gives a clean break and watches Evans slump to the mat with glee. With a pick up, Evans is put into the BRITISH FALL DDT and driven into the canvas with tremendous force! Leaping on top of his opponent, Mr. Red hopes for a three count by only gets a two! Rising to his feet, Mr. Red heads to the top rope and prepares to finish this with the help of a Senton splash! Leaping off the top rope, he has it measured perfectly but Evans has other plans! A.C. raises his knees up and Mr. Red drives his body right on top of them! With the wind knocked out of his sails, Evans pulls himself up and finds himself in control of this match up. One FLIPPING DROPKICK later, Evans starts to pull away. Lifting Red to his feet, he Irish whips him into a nearby corner and rushes him for a clothesline! In the nick of time Red lifts his feet up, and Evans learns the hard way that Mr. Red has a lot of fight in him! MATCH ENDING: We now move to the final moments of this match up and it appears that Mr. Red has it for the taking. Managing to capitalize on a high flying mistake of Evans, Mr. Red is set up for a CINCINNATI SWING! Red hits the ropes for an added boost and then rushes Evans for the first part of this maneuver! Unfortunately for Mr. Red, the second part he doesn’t have so easy! As he leaps up into the air, legs out, Evans feels the urge to move and it is this instinct that saves him from certain doom. Mr. Red goes flying over the top of Evans and lands in the ropes, getting himself tangled in the process. Now caught like a fish in a net, Red is totally at A.C.’s mercy! Evans drives a double leg dropkick right into the small of Red’s back to stun him! Unable to move, Mr. Red falls back onto the canvas where he is easy pickings for the newcomer. Before Evans goes for the kill, he softens Red up with a series of two leg drops followed with an elbow drop! Each hits with tremendous force and now he smells blood. With a lift, Evans hooks Mr. Red’s head and takes off running towards the ropes! With a few steps up and around, he completes the tornado DDT by driving Red’s head into the canvas! Rolling it into a painful STF, Evan’s completes the OPEN YOUR EYES! TAP!
TAP!
TAP! WARFARE WINNER: A.C. EVANS!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2008 17:16:29 GMT -5
Segment: Taylor, you need to chill out...on the Water Cooler Credit: Jake Cheng/Jon Taylor To the ring! And in the ring is Jake Cheng. He wears his new trademark suit to indicate to all watching that its time for the Water Cooler. But the various props in the ring and lack of referee or opponent didn’t tell us that already. The crowd boos, but what do they ever know? Jake: Hello ACW and hello...wherever the hell we are today! Tonight, a very controversial figure will join me on the show. Ladies and gentleman, let me introduce the ACW International Champion, Jon Taylor. ”Revolution Begins” by Arch Enemy hits over the P.A. system and the crowd boos harder than they did when they saw Jake in the ring. The International Champion walks to the ring and jumps onto the couch and reclines confortably. Jake: Taylor, wel- Jon: The show?! You mean the show you stole from me! Don't you go denying it either, we both know which one went on air first and which one spiked ratings!Jake: Well then- Jon: Did I say you could interrupt, tiny man?! No I didn't it! How about you try a bit of originality, huh? I mean come on, it's enough to blantantly rip my show, but you can't even rip it properly! What is this shit called anyway? The Wine Cooler? Sounds like a show for queers.Jake: It's called The Water Cooler actually. Jon: Makes sense, after all after having to sit through listening to you everyone is going to want to turn into an alcoholic anyway, may as well give them a nudge in the right direction. Now, what the fuck do you want? If it's my jumbo penis, then tough luck, it's not my fault you have a chink sized one!Jake: Convenient, I actually wanted you on the show so I can see your penis. Now, do you really think that its Ginger’s plan to screw you over? I mean, I can’t think of the last time he tried to screw over a worthwhile superstar let along your band of no ones. Jon: Fuck you, Mr. Transition! I'm not going to explain this again, and certainly not to a dickhead of your stature! It's simple, Gingertwat see's the best stable in ACW Stable (The Second Coming, naturally) as a threat, and of course he wants to take us out before we become too powerful. Well, unlucky for Gingertwat we already are, so ha!Jake: Follow up question. How long did it take you to think of Gingertwat? I mean, that is an excellent name. Did it just come to you? Jon: About as long as your tiny penis.Jake: Oh man, I did not know one man could be so witty. Jesus, why are you still wrestling? You could have a great career in advertising or something with that clever brain of yours. But seriously now, I want to talk about Scott And- Jon: Andrews is a disgrace to every man on this planet! His girlfriend has him on a fucking leash or something, I don't know but even the best sex in the world can be worth being as degraded as Andrews is right now! He makes me ashamed to be even in the same company as him, let alone the same ring!Jake: ...right. Alright Taylor, finally question. May 29th. Jake Cheng vs. Jon Taylor. International Championship. What do you say? Jon: I say you can go fuck yourself!Jake: Alright. You heard it first folks, Taylor won’t wrestle me! Well that all the time we have for today everybody. Monday I sit down with the man who loves getting it all over your face, Jake Steele. Almost as if he were bored of being in the ring, Jon Taylor gets up from the couch and leaves the ring. The camera pans back to give a shot of the entire Odyssey Arena and fades away.
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