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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 14:16:15 GMT -5
ACW Proudly Presents: Spring Into Hell
ACW Spring Tour 2008: The Road to Omega Effect IV Echo Arena, Liverpool Capacity Crowd 12,000
Schedule of Matches:
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James Murphy vs Alex Trixer
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Blake Straker vs. Jason Cage
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No Disqualification Match Dan White vs. The Capitalists
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Jake Steele vs Jason Freeman
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Handicap Tag Match Scott Andrews and Jessie Young vs. Jon Taylor
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Danny Mainer vs Jake Cheng
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ACW Entertainment Championship 'Showtime' Ryan Cooper(c) vs. Thunder Train
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No. 1 Contender for ACW Championship Fallen Souls vs. Jay Zero
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Russian Chain Match BK London vs. Adrian Flamingo
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ACW Championship: Leather and Lace III Aiden Joseph(c) vs. Sarin Rossi
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 14:18:31 GMT -5
Liverpool welcomes the traveling ACW circus for the annual spectacular known as Spring Into Hell, and the crowd has packed out the Echo Arena to enjoy a night of high drama, outrageous behaviour and revealing outfits – sort of like the Eurovision Song Contest, in fact, but with more talent and fewer pirates.
(Yes, Pirates. I’m not making that up. Youtube it. uk.youtube.com/watch?v=SJ6zXYVldGk for those not in chat.)
Anyway, who needs Terry Wogan and his wig… er, wit, when you’ve got Max McNally and “Fast” Eddie Edison? Our two stalwart commentators are covering the introductions as the set spontaneously combusts, signaling the start of the show. And for one man backstage, it’s the start of something much, much bigger too….
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 14:19:04 GMT -5
Segment: "Me...Nervous?" (Credit: James Murphy)
"Tonight is the night….Spring into Hell…I don’t think I was ever this nervous when I was entering GWF. There was always a sense of calm there, a safety net if you will. If you screwed up, if you lost against someone, there would ALWAYS be a second chance. But here in ACW it was not the same. I’ve been reminded time and time again that a failure in a first match meant that your ACW career would have a large amount of trouble getting off of the ground. If that happened it would mean one hell of a struggle to get back to a point where you would be credible enough to challenge and have a shot at greater glory.
These are the thoughts that have been passing through James Murphy’s head since Monday, very rarely if ever, has James been in awe of a situation. A situation was never anything to be worried about. If you believed you were the best, if you believed that you could rise above the situation. Then you would never have a reason to be in awe of a situation. Always back yourself, no matter the odds. That was James’ motto.
So tonight, James had to be prepared. After all he had to impress tonight, this match was given to him by the ACW big wigs at very short notice, not many places would go out of their way so late into a PPV schedule to book someone. Especially someone who had just joined the company, James was extremely grateful for this. But this kind gesture was a double edged sword, James was given the opportunity to showcase his skills on one of ACW’s biggest stages at his first attempt, not many people could brag that. But James would have to perform on that stage, the owners would be watching and if James didn’t perform he may not receive another opportunity for a long, long time.
Walking into an arena was always something James relished; becoming submerged in the atmosphere of a big event was always a great feeling. Outside the venue there would be a buzz about the place hundreds or even thousands of people all awaiting the event, all talking about the event. Everyone had their favourites there would be heated discussions going on all over the place with people trying to predict what would happen that night and then scrutinize whatever others would say. Those happenings would make for a great atmosphere outside and it was always something to experience.
Inside however…inside was the place to be, backstage at a show just before the show goes live to millions upon millions of people all over the world. There is so much to get done, hundreds of people are flying around backstage in a rush to have everything prepared for the 8pm scheduled start. Sound technicians, camera crews, make-up artists, producers, writers, janitors and everyone else involved in the show have things to do. It’s manic; imagine Oxford Street or Times Square on Christmas Eve, people who have last minute shopping to do. That is an accurate reflection of the backstage area.
One of the benefits of being a performer at a show is the fact that you don’t have to get caught up in any of this. You have to prepare yourself, nothing else, you don’t have to concern yourself outside of your locker room. You can live in your own bubble for a good few hours and as long as you’re ready come game time. No one cares what you get up to.
That was the time that Murphy enjoyed the most, he can sit back in the corner of a busy room, headphones in, not focusing on the music but watching everyone in the room, Murphy was a people watcher. He enjoyed sitting back and noting people’s personalities. Murphy did this for a number of reasons, first of all Murphy wanted to know who to associate himself in certain situations. If he ever got into trouble, he would have to have someone to go to. That was the nature of the industry and the quicker you adjusted the better. Secondly, Murphy figured that at some time or another he would have to work with everyone around here. So to get the most out of each situation he would have to know their personalities and adjust accordingly to get what he wanted.
Murphy was a good judge of character, back in GWF he knew who to trust, with the exception of one event Murphy was never betrayed or befriended, if he detected a change he would get there first, in a dog eat dog environment this was nigh on vital to success. In ACW Murphy planned to do exactly the same. It started tonight, nothing showed personality more than a high pressure environment.
Murphy entered the stadium, bag shouldered. He followed the signs to the main “Rec” room, walking through the bare stone corridors of the arena brought back memories, Murphy hadn’t done this for a long time, it had been a year since he left GWF. Now the “big time” feeling was returning. Shortly before he reached he destination, he ran into the one ACW staff member that he had interacted with since his arrival. Charlotte King she seemed keen on engaging in conversation if only to be polite.
Charlotte: Hey James, how’ve you been keeping?
James: Yeah...fine, just you know keeping busy and getting ready for tonight.
James forced a smile at this point, returning the polite sentiment.
Charlotte: Yes tonight, your first match here in ACW, you’ve been thrown in the deep end eh? At a Pay Per View and all.
James chuckles to himself at that, thinking back to the PPV’s he has headlined in previous years.
James: Yeah…I should be alright though..
Charlotte: Are you nervous?
James: Nah, of course not.
Charlotte: Ah ok then, well good luck tonight.
With that Charlotte walked away, leaving James thinking…
“I know I’m telling people that I’m not nervous, but… I think I am..”
Murphy shook his head quickly, snapping out of it.
“What are you thinking Murphy, you’re not nervous, stop being stupid.”
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 14:20:01 GMT -5
Segment: A Pre-Match Meal (Credit: Train)
Train right now has nothing but the utmost confidence for his match later. Obviously seeing a pattern in how these events have gone, Train should be able to win right? RIGHT? Well, regardless, Train is out at a local restaurant trying to get some lunch. He is sitting at a booth with his face buried in a menu, closely examining each individual item on the menu. Slowly, his eyes go up and down the menu. A waiter walks up to the booth with a pad of paper and a pen.
Waiter: Are you ready to order sir?
Train: Yes yes. I'll take one of everything.
Waiter: Sir, are you sure about that?
Train: OF COURSE! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I AM THE TRAIN!!!
Waiter: Hah, alright....
The waiter begins to walk away when Train gets a puzzled look on his face...
Train: Wait! I know that voice!....Chef....
The waiter stops and turns around and it is revealed it is actually Leon Chase! He walks back to the table...
Chef: Yes...it's me.
Train: So...I see your not a Chef anymore, huh?
Chef: Actually I own this place. I am starting a franchise across the world.
Train: Well....that's good I guess...Hopefully you hire better help than Freeman.
Chef: ...
Train: Oh come on! You must've seen me totally destroy Freeman twice! I guess you were lucky that you didn't get into the ring with me.
Chef: Hmm.....
Train: What? Trying to think of some come back for that?
Chef *Totally ignoring*: How's Thunderkiss been?
Train: He's not Thunderkiss anymore.....
Chef: Oh.....well then. I guess he's doing better for himself then...
Train: Oh yes, winning the world title is a load of good for him. And I would say he's got an interesting match later tonight.
Chef: Well, I guess that means I have to return then and face him for his world title....if he retains it that is.
Train: HAHA! WITHOUT A SHADOW OF A DOUBT HE WILL RETAIN IT!
Chef: Hmm....Then I guess I have to come back and kick your ass.
Train: FOR MY ENTERTAINMENT TITLE!?!?!?
Chef: You don't even have that belt anymore.
Train: BECAUSE I WAS SCREWED! YOU KNOW WHAT! ANYTIME MAN! RETURN AND I WILL KICK YOUR ASS!
Train looks up at a clock on the wall.
Train: Look at the time. I'm running late. I got another appointment then I have to go do something you could never do, win a championship.
Train stands up from the booth and leaves the restaurant. Chef smirks then stands up as well and leaves to go back to the kitchen.
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 14:21:13 GMT -5
Wake Up Cheng! Part 1: Too Lax Credit: Jake Cheng In the Echo Arena, each superstar has his or her own locker room. Some superstars warm up for their matches on the big stage in front of a packed crowd of twelve thousand people. Other that aren’t wrestling relax in their rooms or walk around the arena. One superstar has combined these two roles:
Jake and Kirsten it on the couch used in the Water Cooler and watch the sweet plasma TV that is also supposed to be exclusively for the Water Cooler. Jake munches on the popcorn in his bowl on his lap, while Kirsten nervous looks back and forth from the movie to the clock on the wall. She finally speaks up. Kirsten: You know, don’t you think you should be getting ready for your match? Jake: Let’s just finish the movie. Kirsten: Jake. Jake: What? Popcorn? Jake reaches for the popcorn without taking his eyes off the movie. Kirsten puts her hand on his to indicate that she doesn’t want popcorn, but when she keeps it there longer than a few moments, the Quadrinity’s eyes stray away from the movie and into Kirsten’s. Kirsten: Get ready for your match. Jake: Aww, mom, can’t I finish the movie? Bad call Jake. Kirsten does not appreciate the sarcastic tone her supposedly-mature boyfriend gives her. Her lips purse and she snatches the remote from his side of the couch, almost crushing it with her grip. She hits the power button and the TV turns off. Jake: Baby, what- Kirsten: Don’t ‘baby’ me! I don’t like telling you what to do, but I need to put my foot down. You need to wake up. Jake: I- Kirsten: I’m not done. You have a tough match today. Danny Mainer has improved over the time he was gone from ACW. And... Jake: And? Kirsten: And you aren’t as good as you were at the beginning of the year. You’ve relaxed too much. Jake: Relaxed? You call taking months off of wrestling looking for you while you were kidnapped relaxing? That’s fucking twisted. Kirsten: Hey, that’s not fair. I didn’t ask for you to come look for me, nor did I ask to be kidnapped. I meant the month after you lost your title and this month. You’ve done nothing. Oh wait, you had one match to some new kid that you didn’t even win. And if you can’t beat him, then you can’t beat Mainer. Jake: If this Mainer guy is such a winner, then why don’t you date him? Kirsten: Because he doesn’t have your looks. And also because I know who is truly better. But it’s mostly your looks. Damn mood swings: Kirsten inches closer to Jake and gives him a peck on the mouth. The tension leaves the room. Kirsten: But seriously, I’m not speaking for myself, I’m speaking for everyone here. You have become the underdog in this match. Danny Mainer is on the way up and you’ve been on the way down. You need to get back on your horse Jake. You need to step up your game. You haven’t even pasted your prime yet. Don’t give up. Please. The room is silence, except for the sounds of the gears of Jake’s brain turning. I’m doing a good job with the personification today. Keep up the good work. Jake’s spine suddenly straightens with realization. Jake: Your right. The Jake Cheng Era isn’t over yet. Now Jake takes a peck at Kirsten before getting up sprinting into the back room. Kirsten smiles at her ability to get what she wants just by kissing the Asian Extraordinaire. She turns the television back on to what looks like the main character and his Existential mentor dunking each other’s faces into the mud with great sexual intensity, before sharing a mud-faced open-mouth kiss. The TV is turned off. Awkward.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 14:21:37 GMT -5
Match 1: James Murphy vs Alex Trixer (Credit: James Murphy)
Ocean Planet by Gojira hits over tannoy as the fans turn to face the stage, as the chorus of the beat kicks in, James Murphy emerges from behind the curtain, arms raised a polite cheer spreads about the arena for the newcomer, Murphy walks steadily down to the ring, looking around the arena. This is the big time…
Philip: “Introducing first, weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty two pound, hailing from Enfield, London… James Murphy!!!”
Murphy slowly walks down to the ring and stops outside out of the ring, looking around the arena again, he takes a deep breath and rolls into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, raising both arms into the air as another polite cheer emerges from the crowd. Murphy stands in the corner of the ring, awaiting his opponent.
“Mirror Mirror” by Blind Guardian blares over the tannoy system as Alex Trixer steps out from behind the curtain on the stage, with his arms raised more polite applause for the two openers on the show. Trixer jogs down the ramp and into the ring.
Philip: “And from Miami, Florida weighing in at two hundred and five pounds… Alex Trixer!
Trixer again raises his arms to acknowledge his introduction, the referee looks from man to man and signals for the bell to be rung.
*ding* *ding*
Murphy and Trixer begin to circle each other, both in shoot wrestling like positions, they meet into a lock up, Murphy swivels and grabs Trixier in a headlock, squeezing, Trixier leans back against the ropes behind him, and shoves Murphy off, who rebounds from the ropes and hits Trixier with a shoulder charge, whose head bounces off of the mat from the impact.
McNally: Murphy comes out on top in the first exchange!
Trixer gets back to his feet while holding the back of his head, and walks into a toe kick from Murphy, who then scoops up Trixer and plants him on the mat with a body slam. Trixer immediately sits up as pain shoots through his back, and he inches towards the ropes to help himself back up. Murphy rushes in and connects with a heavy right punch that sends Trixer tumbling back into the corner of the ring. James backs up to give himself space to run, and then charges full force at Trixer with a spear…
But Trixer rolls out of the way, and Murphy goes flying shoulder-first into the steel turnbuckle post. Murphy pulls away from the post, and holds his shoulder in agony as Trixer takes advantage of the situation with a roll-up pin from behind…
…1!
…2!
Murphy kicks out powerfully at the two, still trying to shake the tingling feeling out of his arm.
McNally: That doesn’t look good for Murphy he seems to have hurt his shoulder quite badly.
Edison: An injured shoulder can mean trouble at the best of times, but in Murphy’s debut, this could be disastrous If Trixer works on that arm, Murphy could have a problem here!!
And Trixer does just that, keeping Murphy grounded with an armbar on the injured shoulder. Trixer wrenches the arm in an attempt to make James tap, but Murphy holds up strong through the hold, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists tightly as he slowly drags himself to the ropes. James reaches forward, just a finger-length away from the bottom rope, and Trixer pulls back with all his might in an effort to do as much damage as possible…
McNally: He’s ripping and tearing at that arm!
But Murphy catches Trixer with a fist to the jaw using his free hand, and with that Trixer ‘s grip loosens up long enough for Murphy to swing his arm around and clench the bottom rope. Trixer releases the armbar and lets Murphy scrabble back to his feet with the help of the ropes. Murphy goes to attack Trixer with a closed right fist…but Trixer blocks, and hits a right of his own. Murphy goes for another punch…but Trixer reverses it again, and returns one more shot to James. Trixer goes to town with his new momentum, hammer left and right! Murphy blocks the last punch and nails Trixer with one of his own! Trixer rebounds off of the ropes from the force of the punch with his back turned to Murphy, Murphy grabs Trixer and nails a Belly to back suplex! Trixer grabs his head/neck area after feeling the force of that move!
Edison: A vicious back body drop from Murphy! Trixer is certainly feeling that one!
Both men are up, and are ready to go again. Trixer is trying to shake of the effects of the last few moves. Trixer swings an arm, looking for a big clothesline, but Murphy ducks and heads to the other ropes. Trixer tries to catch him with a big back drop on the return, but ducking his head leaves him wide open to a running DDT! Trixer’s head gets drilled into the mat, as Murphy gets back to his feet. Grabbing hair, he drags Trixer up as well, and standing him in the center of the ring. Murphy takes a step back and lunges his foot forward, but Trixer catches it. Trixer laughs holding the foot, but Murphy winks at him before moving forward and connecting with the enziguri to the back of the head, taking Trixer down again.
McNally: Vicious Enziguri!
Edison: Trixer must be out cold!
Murphy picks up Trixer and shoves him into a corner, he jogs over to the adjacent corner before turning, and nailing Trixer with the Decapitator! Trixer collapses onto the mat.
Murphy is down quickly and makes a cover.
1!
2!
Kick out!
Edison: What!!
Murphy looks on in disbelief, Trixer kicked out of the sweetly landing boot! He shakes his head before standing up. Stalking Trixer, Murphy stalls as Trixer stands, then suddenly he grabs Trixer. And looks out to the crowd, Trixer is knocked out cold.
Edison: This is what Murphy calls The Gunnerdrop!
McNally: Trixer is out of it!! Murphy nails the Wrist Clutch Exploder Suplex!
There is an “Ooohh” from the crowd as Trixer’s head bounces off of the mat.
Murphy covers…
One…
Two…
Three..NO Kickout!
McNally: This is unbelievable!!
Edison: How is Trixer still in this?!
Murphy sits back up before the referee finishes the count. A look of pure shock on his face, quickly he observes the situation. The look of shock quickly turns to a thoughtful grin, as Murphy drags Trixer to the center of the ring and locks him into a modified Triangle Choke!
A little bit of life returns to Trixer as he struggles to try and free himself from the iron-tight grip of the hold, but he just can’t summon the strength to free himself after the devastating Gunnerdrop from earlier.
Edison: Murphy calls this the BOLT lock!! Trixer MUST be out now!
Trixer goes limp, and faints…
The referee checks Trixer’s arm by raising it up…but it just falls back to the mat. For the second time, the referee checks Trixer …but his arm hits the mat with a resounding thud. The crowd stomp their feet and clap their hands for Trixer to come back into the fight enjoying the match a lot and not wanting it to end, but after the referee’s third attempt to check Trixer …his arm hits the mat once again. The bell is called, and Murphy releases the hold as the crowd cheer...
Philip: “Here is your winner, via submissive knock out…James Murphy!!!”
Murphy stands and raises his arms as the crowd applaud politely for the match.
McNally: Murphy makes an impressive debut here tonight! But Trixer put up one hell of a fight.
Edison: Murphy did exactly what he said he would do, join ACW with an impact. He has sent out a powerful message here tonight!
Murphy makes his way up the ramp, turning at the top to applaud the fans once again before disappearing behind the curtain.
Fade[/b][/i]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 14:22:37 GMT -5
Segment: To Be a Team - Part IV Credit: Jay Zero and Libertines. [ Earlier Today] [The scene begins to open up to a well lit locker room where we find The Libertines all by his lonesome self. He has no match tonight, but he's just glad to be here in Liverpool to soak in the atmosphere and excitement. It looks like he just got into the room, just placing his bag down on a table. He looks around the room, glancing at the noticeable size of it. He smiles softly and then proceeds to bend over his bag. He unzips the main pocket and reaches in, pulling out his ring attire, just in case he needs to do a little ass-whupping tonight.] The Libertines :: Ahh, here we are! [/b] [ In just an all out good mood, Libertines continues to unpack his sports bag, looking for the valuables he mistakenly placed towards the bottom. Just then, an extra beam of light enters the room and gradually gets bigger. Libertines takes notice of this and stands up tall, with his back still to the door. Under his breath he mutters...] The Libertines :: The Libertines better not have to smack a bitch! WHOSE THERE?! [/b] [ The Libertines spins around quickly, jumping into an athletic position and putting his fists up in the air, ready to knock out the intruder. But then -- *Record Scratch!* ] The Libertines :: Oh -- it's you. [/b] [ The angle of the camera begins to rotate and we can see that the locker room door is wide open, and in the doorway is the other half of this dynamic duo: Jay Zero. ] Zero :: Hey... [ Jay slowly enters the locker room, feeling indifferent and cautious. He gently shuts the door behind him, and then readjusts his bags strap that is now digging into his shoulder a bit. He starts to walk towards Libertines more, who is now not in such a good mood as he was before. Jay puts his bag down on a chair and gives Libertines a half smile when he's caught looking at him. Libertines takes a deep breath and sighs. He then starts to grab the stuff he just unpacked and put them back in his bag. ] Zero :: What are you doing? The Libertines :: Packing my shit. Just realized that these monkeys working here made a mistake this time and put us in the same locker room. Nice knowin' ya. [/b] [ The Libertines quickly jams his stuff all in and zips up his sports bag. He goes to lift it up onto his shoulder, but Jay is quick to react and talk him down out of it. ] Zero :: Libs, once again this wasn't a mistake. The Libertines :: Oh so it's just another little joke so you can make The Libertines look like a chump..!? Well I got news for ya Libertines aint a chump. The Libertines is a champ! [/b] Zero :: Yes! -- I mean, wait .. no! I didn't hear that right! The Libertines :: Pft, whatever. Man I thought we would've gotten far as a team. Libertines out. [/b] [ Libertines rests the strap of his bag over his shoulder and starts to walk towards the exit. Jay jumps in front of him putting his arms up to halt him. ] Zero :: C'mon man! Seriously! I wanted you and me to be here together! We're a team, right Libs? And like you said, if we're gonna be a team, we got to spend some time together, right? Right? [ Libertines backs up several steps from Jays outward extended arms and then licks his lips as he stares blankly at Jay. ] The Libertines :: I guess... but whose to say we're even a team? I mean, you flipped a shit on The Libertines on Monday! Maybe The Libertines is too good for you and your shenanigans! Maybe The Libertines can do better with just himself? [/b] [ Jay stares at Libertines. It's clear that he obviously would like to say something, but he chokes up, and then swallows it back down and then racks up the courage to say something else. ] Zero :: -- You know what, that's completely right! You're too good for me! So here I am! Begging you to stay! C'mon man! This can work! [/color] [ Libertines glances over to his left, and then back to his right. He scratches the back of his neck and then shakes his head, unsure of what to do. ] The Libertines :: Ugh, man, I don't know. This time will we finally work together and make this team the greatest team since jesus and god? [/b] Zero :: Listen! I know I acted like a dick! I was angry! I -- I needed to vent out and you were the one there! Sorry! [/color] The Libertines :: Yeah well that tag match didn't go too smooth either! [/b] Zero :: I know! But listen! We're even now! From now on, we got each other's backs! We can be ..-- [/color] The Libertines :: .. Wait I get what this is about! You just want some help tonight in your match with FSX, don't you..?! Well I got news for ya The Libertines aint no ones lacky boy [/b] Zero :: What? No! [/color] The Libertines :: You're just using me so you can get that title shot aren't you? Then ... Then right after you'll just throw me to the curb again and go back to being a little bitch to The Libertines! Well I can see right through you Jay! Later! I've been in ACW longer then you and I know little punks like you who think they can mess with the vets like me just because we never made it to the mainevent. [/b] [ Libertines shakes his head, somewhat upset and tries to walk past Jay. ] Zero :: No! Libs! I don't even want you to come down for my match! All I want is a tag team to try and win those tag titles man! Shit! Why you gotta assume the worst? Seriously man, just chill out for a second, ok? We got each others backs now, right? Well that's step one of what we need to be a good team! [/color] The Libertines :: Pft. Listen Jay....... [/b] Zero :: Just listen! Christ! Do you want to go back to being the little nobody that didn't get any air time other than to be the punch line to nearly every joke? Or do you want to work with the magnificent Jay Zero and possibly even have a chance at becoming the next ACW Tag Team Champion? [/color] The Libertines :: Well I don't think .....- [/b] Zero :: Do you LIKE being known as The Showstarter? Or do you want to bump that title up to The Show Stealer? Do you want to keep floating around the bottom of the ladder Libs? Or do you want to try and climb up a few steps to see what the taste of success is like? Do you want to-- [/color] The Libertines :: ENOUGH! I GET IT! --Sheesh. Fine. I guess. As long as you don't flip out of me anymore then I'm fine with it, and also what are you talking about I was the Showstealer [/b] [ Jay smiles at Libertines. ] Zero :: Nice. Ok, so are we cool? You and me? [/color] The Libertines :: No man we are better then cool we're ice [/b] Zero :: Alright, good. Put your stuff down, you're staying here. [/color] The Libertines :: If you want me to -- then ok. [/b] [ Libertines turns back around and places his bag back down on a bench. ] Zero :: Alright. Good! So --like I was saying, since we got each others backs now, then that means we've done step one of what it takes to be a good team. [/color] The Libertines :: Yeah, and? [/b] [ Jay unzips his bag. ] Zero :: ...And that means it's time to go onto step two! We need a look! [/color] The Libertines :: Why? The Libertines and you are both just fine as they are! We don't need to change anything up. I mean I aint going to wear no matching tights.... [/b] Zero :: Well you're right about me being sexy as I already am, but --- we need you to fit my image a little better. [/color] The Libertines :: And how am I going to do that? Member Jay this better no be matching tights [/b] Zero :: Well, since your hair is kind of short as it is, I got you a little something to speed up the process so that even you Libs can have hair as grand as mine! [/color] [ He pulls out a dark brown wig and plops it on the head of The Libertines. ] Zero :: Tadaa! [/color] [ Libertines back up in shock and turns towards a mirror where he stares into it at himself. The lopsided wig definitely doesn't do the trick and maybe Libertines should just stay the way he is. ] The Libertines :: Um .... it doesn't really look right Jay.[/b] Zero :: Of course it doesn't! It needs a finishing touch! [/color] -[PSHHHH!]- [ With his trusty can of hairpsray Jay begins to fill the entire room with a misty cloud as he sprays the wig. In the background we can hear Libertines coughing and gasping for air, but the camera catches none of it as the hairspray covers the screen.... ] [FADE OUT ]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 14:24:14 GMT -5
Segment: "Relief" (Credit: James Murphy)
Charlotte King stands in the interview area waiting for her next piece. She doesn’t know who it’s going to be, she never does. That’s why she is so good at her job, pulling questions out of thin air at a seconds notice. No one else in her profession had to prepare like that, but hey as long as she was paid. She would continue.
Then suddenly, a voice is heard off screen a large shout…
James Murphy: DID YOU SEE THAT!?
James Murphy steps into the view of the camera which pivots slightly to centre him in the picture, Murphy looks clearly relieved after his victory against Alex Trixer, it was a hard fought battle but Murphy came out on top after a vicious Gunnerdrop and BOLT lock. Charlotte King has her questions ready and starts the interview.
Charlotte King: James congratulations on the win, your first in ACW. I know I asked you this earlier, but that was off camera…James were you nervous before the match?
James looks up, unaware on how to answer the question, he lets out a sigh ad then proceeds to answer the question albeit awkwardly.
James Murphy: Me?...Nervous… no, of course not. I was confident of my abilities going in, I knew I had the ability to win and all I had to do was perform and I would win.
Charlotte: Interesting, so what are you aiming at now?
James: Now? I’m heading on up. Omega Effect coming up, I want a match there, I want to prove myself on your biggest stage, I did it have, Omega Effect is next.
Charlotte: Interesting, do you have anyone in mind?
James: I’d be happy to take on anyone who would offer a challenge, if they’re interested, then I’m right here.
Charlotte: Any closing words for us?
James: ACW, tonight you saw what I can do, you’ve seen me. There is now no doubt that I can hang with you all. So I’m waiting for the next person to challenge me. I want to face the best each individual has to offer here. I welcome the challenges that are to come.
With that Murphy walks off, fists clenched in a ball of celebration, geeing himself up after the victory..
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 14:25:43 GMT -5
Segment: Iron and Wine (Credit: Sarin / Rattlesnake)
After spending a few months in France, Sarin grew accustomed to drinking a glass of Merlot to ease a jittery stomach. In the privacy of her locker room, she fills two glasses with deep red wine and lights a scented candle. She smoothes the wrinkles on her black evening dress and sits on a crimson settee.
The wine swirls in her glass, a whirlpool of blood red. In the dimly candlelit room, she sees shapes, faces, events wade through her glass. There is her mother, a sweaty mess of a tumor; father, waiting to be bad enough to deserve what he gets; Yoko, slipping on a cat mask and leaping into the night sky; Aiden, cuffed to the ropes, the victim of a brutal flogging...
The glass shatters, accompanied by a cry of pain. Sarin rubs her temples gingerly. It isn't until she tastes metallic liquid that she realizes her nose is bleeding.
Rattlesnake almost barrels through the door. He's at Sarin's side mere moments after the glass breaking.
Rattlesnake: Are you alright?! What happened?
Sarin wrings her hands, flicking off flecks of wine. She wipes the small string of blood on her upper lip with the back of her hand.
Sarin: It's nothing...just a headache. I get them more often lately.
Rattlesnake: You're bleeding...
He procures a small handkerchief and cleans her upper lip more thoroughly.
Rattlesnake: You never told me you about these headaches. Point in fact, you don't tell me much of anything anymore.
The thinly-veiled hurt in his voice is palpable, more acrid than the taste of one's own blood. Sarin looks into his eyes with lips parted. She brings a delicate hand to his cheek, feeling the contours of his skin.
Sarin: Sit with me.
He joins her on the settee. She interlocks her fingers with his.
Sarin: I'm going to speak, and I want no interruptions. Understood?
Looking at her quizzically, he nods.
Sarin: I've been a bad girlfriend.
Rattlesnake: What are--
She gives his hand a firm squeeze.
Sarin: I'm fairly certain I said no interruptions.
Rattlesnake. Sorry.
Sarin: Shh...
She leans in, brushing her lips on his cheek, voice a sweet, dark caress.
Sarin: You have nothing to be sorry about. The fault is mine. I...neglected you, superimposing my activities and problems over you.
Rattlesnake: Sarin, it's alright--
Sarin: No. It's not alright. I don't appreciate you.
Leaning in closer now, eyes locked together. Their breaths quicken. Something squeezes something else. Something hard.
Sarin: But I will. Starting now.
With an elegant snap, the dress unfurls off her slim torso. The camera only sees Rattlesnake's eyes widen, absorbing the sight of his Sarin, bare for him and only him. He gulps, smiles, and moves.
Drinking wine isn't the only method of relaxation for the French.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 14:26:45 GMT -5
Segment: Sweet Revenge Part 9: Thank God for the Worker Bees
(Credit: Scott Andrews)
Warfare was the last straw for Scott Andrews. Insulting the Scarlet Assassin is one thing, but messing with his girlfriend is a whole other matter in itself. Taylor stepped on the wrong stone at the restaurant, and now he has an enraged Scott Andrews to deal with tonight.
Fortunately, Scott is focusing his attention on other things at the moment; namely Jessie. They sit on a couch in their locker room watching a small television set provided by the arena owners. As the couple glare at the screen, Scott’s arm around Jessie’s shoulder, there is a knock at the door. Scott seems annoyed as a second knock sounds from the wooden frame.
Scott: I’m coming! ...God damn interruptions...
Scott gets up and walks over to the door, none too impressed. He opens the door to see a man in a shirt and dress pants, obviously a staff member of the Echo Arena. He looks like a rough bastard; tattooed forearms, bald head, big belly, and an epic beard and moustache combo.
Scott: Can I...help you?
His lower working class accent is undeniable.
Staff Guy: What are ya’ doin’?
Scott: I’m watching ‘Planet Terror’ with my girlfriend, not that it’s any of your business.
Staff Guy: Why are ya’ doin’ that then? You know where you’re supposta’ be right now?
Scott: My match isn’t for another half an - - -
Staff Guy: Ah, wrong topic, mate. You’re supposta’ be meetin’ up wif Charlotte, ain’t ya? For a interview. That lots waitin’ for ya’ down there wif a camera and all dat.
Scott: Umm...right, ok, so Charlotte wants me for an interview right now, that she never told me about, and her and her camera man are waiting for me down the hallway?
Staff Guy: Dats’ what I said, innit?
Scott: Why didn’t anyone tell me about this?
Staff Guy: Miss. King said she told ya’ a couple days ago, mate. You betta go find ‘em quick smart.
Scott: Right, ok. Umm, Jessie?
Jessie: Yeah?
Scott: I’ve got an interview with Charlotte so I’ll go and get that out of the way and then we can get ready for our match alright?
Jessie: Ok, dear. Be quick!
Scott: I will. See ya’ soon ok?
Scott walks out the door with the staff member as Jessie gets comfortable on the couch and casually changes the channel to ‘Dr. Phil’.
Jessie: Much better.
Jessie looks calm and relaxed now, but once that bell rings tonight, it’ll be a whole other ball park.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 14:30:21 GMT -5
Match 2: Blake Straker vs. Jason Cage (Credit: Sarin)
With Spring Into Hell already underway, Philip wastes no time in entering the ring for a second time, switching on his trusty microphone for a systems check.
Philip: The following is a singles contest set for one fall! Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 243 lbs, he is the "Lizard King," Blake Straker!
The opening drums for "Blur the Technicolor" by White Zombie hit and the lights dim extremely low. The only light that can found in with any ease in the main area of the arena are the strobe lights that are flashing at the entrance way as the single most charismatic force in sports entertainment today makes his way to the ring.
This force, this phenomena that is "The New Age Shaman", "The Lizard King" Blake Straker steps from behind the curtain to a crowd of adoring fans wearing his usual black bandana, dark sunglasses, and leather pants... oh, and the swagger of a man who knows he's a God amoung other men and isn't in a hurry to get anywhere.
He walks to the ring like a man in charge as the fans worship at his altar.
Philip: And the opponent, hailing from Long Island and weighing in at 245 lbs, Jason Cage!
"El Phantasmo" by White Zombie blasts in the arena, and the lights dim. The crowd immediately boos, as they know that none other than Jason Cage would be making his way out to the ring at this time. He walks out from behind the curtain, his eyes focused on the task at hand. He stops at the top of the ramp before continuing down it. He raises his arms up and out in the air, and pyros go off behind him as he does so. He then continues down the ramp, his eyes still with that cold, heartless look in them, as he prepares to do some serious damage to Straker here tonight in the ring. As he arrives to the ring, he walks up the steps, and stops outside on the apron, and looks around at the crowd, who still boos him mercilessly. He finally enters the ring, and walks across to the far corner, regarding Straker with a sneer, and gets up on the second rope. He looks around a little bit, pointing his thumbs at himself, yelling at the crowd who continuously boos him, and then raises his arms in the air once again.
Philip makes a timely exit, and Jason dismounts the turnbuckle to yell obscenities at Straker. The two already start to circle before the bell rings.
Bell rings.
Not one to play any waiting games, Cage bellows and charges forward, striking at Straker with several forearm smashes. He grasps a stunned Straker in a side headlock, dropping to one knee to increase pressure. With another roar, Cage twists his core and brings Straker down with a headlock takedown, retaining his iron grip on the mat. Straker struggles with flailing legs, trying to kip up and out of this unseemly predicament. Displaying decent flexibility, he lifts a leg over Cage's exposed chin, trapping him in a mat headscissors. It's Cage's turn to struggle, and he does so with gusto, utilizing his upper body strength and lifting Straker up by the waist. Cage crashes his opponent to the mat with a modified powerbomb. Dazed, Straker relaxes his hold around Cage's neck while Cage pushes down sharply on his shoulders, signaling to the referee to start the first count of the match.
1!
2-kickout!
McNally: We've seen some nice wrestling so far between these two up-and-comers!
Edison: And Cage just SLAMMED Straker through the mat! Ouch, that's gotta hurt!
Needless to say, Straker writhes a bit on the mat, hands instinctively touching his lower back which took the brunt of the powerbomb. Another forearm smash from Cage keeps him staggering, leaving him open for a picteresque superkick to the jaw. Straker's head snaps back, and he falls back to the mat in obvious pain. Like a shark sniffing out the blood of his prey, Cage is on him within seconds, locking in a tight rear chinlock and again showing off his technical skill. The agony is intense, but Straker fights through the pain, getting to one knee. Before he can regain a strong vertical base, Cage knees him in the small of his back, forcing Straker to drop to all fours on the mat. Cage takes several steps back, lining himself up with Straker's bowed head. He roars and sprints, delivering a wicked running punt to Straker's unprotected cranium, sending Straker skyrocketing to la-la land. Smirking ruthlessly, Cage hooks a leg for another pin attempt.
1!
2!
3--kickout!
Edison: Cage just damn near decapitated Straker!
McNally: He is an experienced mixed martial artist with several years in the business, and decidedly not a nice guy in the ring.
Cage turns to the referee, blazing with fury, arrogantly decreeing that he miscounted. With his back turned to his opponent, he's caught completely unawares when Straker bowls him over with a beautiful spinning leg lariat to the back of Cage's neck. Straker's momentum sends Cage's face crashing to the canvas. Taking a moment to gather his wits and nurse his injured head, Straker bounces off the ropes and meets Cage on the rise with a vicious lunging bicycle kick. Straker gives the weakened Cage no quarter and hauls him back up to his feet by his ears and whips him to the turnbuckle. Cage, however, manages to pivot around and reverse the whip. Straker's back hits the turnbuckle hard, and Cage preps up for a running knee to the midsection. Moments before he connects, Straker jumps up, balancing on the top ropes while Cage crashes his knee against the turnbuckle padding. He yelps, hopping back a bit, and Straker takes this opportunity to leap off the top rope, twisting his body in mid air to nail a flying cross body block. Still on top of Cage, he hooks a leg for his own pin attempt.
1!
2!
3--kick out!
McNally: Straker's stoic demeanor is a great asset--he can calmly assess a situation and get out of nasty predicaments.
Edison: Plus, he's got crazy eyes.
Indeed, Straker has a crazed look on his face as he kips up to his feet. He hoists a panting Cage up and spins him around, locking in a patented Cobra Clutch. Cage gasps for breath, flailing his free arm about, trying to yank on Straker's dangling locks. Straker tightens his grip, hauling Cage about the ring, keeping him far out of arm's reach from the ropes. Straker makes the mistake, however, of keeping his stance wide, leaving his crotch open to a sneaky hooking groin kick from Cage. Relinquishing the Clutch immediately, Straker falls to the mat, now clutching his family jewels and howling in pain. Cage smirks, massaging his throat and watching Straker writhe with no small amount of pleasure. He yanks him back up to his feet, trying to whip him to the ropes. Straker battles through the pain and reverses, scooping up Cage on the rebound and shaking the foundations of the ring with a brutal high angle spinebuster. Fatigued, it takes a few moments for Straker to capitalize on his opponent's vulnerability; he hastens to drape an arm over Cage's chest in a weakened pin attempt.
1!
2!
3--kick out!
Both combatants struggle to rise, fully aware that their next clash will most likely be their last. With dual battle cries, they grapple in the center of the ring. Cage gets the upperhand with a swift knee to the gut, and pivots around for a back grapple. Calling upon his deepest energy reserves, Cage explodes with a famed Tiger Suplex, bridging back into a pin. It takes everything Straker has to kick out at the cusp of three, much to the annoyance of Cage. He slams his fists against the mat in frustration before assisting the groggy Straker on the rise with a rough hair pull. With his bicep underneath Straker's chin, he preps up for his Lights Out jumping cutter variation. Straker has other ideas, and he pushes Cage off him, knocking him down with a standing clothesline as he turns around. Straker quickly runs up the turnbuckle, despite the burning sensation in his spent thighs, and raises his elbow to the sky. He dives, gathering speed and crashing his pointy elbow into Cage's chest in a dazzling Superstar Elbow finisher. Not bothering to get up, he covers Cage and allows the referee to make the 1, 2, 3.
Philip: Here is your winner, "The Lizard King" Blake Straker!
Despite some cheap tactics from Cage, it is "Blur the Technicolor" the blasts through the PA system once more. Straker gets to his feet to tumultuous cheers, hardly daring to believe he just won his first ACW PPV event. He acknowledges his many supporters in the crowd with a raised hand and makes his exit.
McNally: A very impressive showing by both contenders. I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot more of Straker and Cage in months to come!
Edison: That last elbow drop was DAAAANGEROUS!
McNally: I knew you'd sneak one in there eventually...
Cage brushes off the jeers from the crowd and leaves the arena on his own accord, his dignity intact with the knowledge that he put on a solid performance. Spring Into Hell is far from over, and we roll to the next segment of the evening...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 14:30:55 GMT -5
Segment: Inner Turmoil (Credit: FSX)
Can everything ever really be going right? Especially when your in the midst of a rut that appears to be controlling the entirety of your life, can you really believe that things are finally going your way? That nothing is making itself a factor in the line of your happiness as things finally come together to your advantage? If anything you probably can't, and it is always unfortunate when you are thinking that maybe you have finally managed to experience a turn for the best. That everything was ready to submit to your whim and you were to be rewarded for your hard work. That opportunity would be granted to you without any consequence or question. Yeah right...That just will never be the case, will it? It seems that Fallen Souls is finally coming to this realization, despite the fact he has been clinging so desperately to his dreams of late. Trying so hard to prove that he deserves the chance to show the world what he can do. Looking for validation of his career with one chance to shine at the pinnacle of his profession. However, there is another who believes that this chance belongs to him. His reasons are quite valid as well, and without much doubt he has a claim to the spot as well. In fact, one might believe that Zero would be worthy of headlining Omega Effect, especially given some of the circumstances....there is at least one person who would disagree, however...
FSX: What a great day! Finally the time that I get to shine!
...If your asking yourself who, you clearly haven't been paying much attention. Indeed Fallen himself would disagree to the end of time that there is anyone who wants the shot at the title more, and deserves the shot at the title more...but hasn't it been proven by now that his opinion means nothing? In fact, one would believe that many would think the opposite just because it is against the belief of Fallen. Talk about standing alone. But as he strides through the backstage area, one can't doubt that he is at least showing confidence -- even if reality he has none. Who could tell with such a broad smile? After all, today could indeed be his day.
FSX: Can't believe I'm finally getting my chance after all of this time, really... In fact, I can't believe that I'm still talking to myself at this point. You'd think I would have some kind of sidekick to make myself feel better, but I guess that's something better left to egomaniacs...Oh well! Today I become the number one contender! No question about that!
Such determination! One would of imagined that another obstacle in his path might destroy the spirits of Fallen at this point, but it seems that it has only given him the ability to strive to become better! To become stronger, and surely defeat anyone that might stand in his way! Why, with such confidence he might have no problem at all defeating Zero...which might just be a problem. Fortunately, there is always someone waiting in the wings to ruin Fallen's day.
Cameraman: Well, it's not that simple...I mean, you have to beat a man that you have never defeated in order to earn the spot.
FSX: Well, there is that...
Cameraman: Not to mention that he likely wants the chance as badly as you do, seeing he probably feels that Aiden has screwed him over once again. He could of easily won that match if you ask me!
FSX: Well, sure....I guess so....
Cameraman: I've even seen him training intensely for the match of late! You should of seen some of the stuff that he has been doing! It's crazy! If he doesn't win this thing, I gotta say that I would be in shock! Never has there been a man more motivated and willing to do whatever it takes to earn that spot in the Main Event! He's the next World Champion without a single doubt in my mind! Why, he's even making The Libertines look like a Main Eventer! Truly a hero to us all!
Considering the fact that Zero was nowhere to be seen, the fact that a random cameraman was showering him with such praise was quite disheartening. It was almost as if everyone was a fan of him of late, where Fallen had simply been forgotten about in all of the madness. The man could do no wrong, after all. All of this seemed to be dampening Fallen's spirits quite a bit...then again, as a glint of rage was seen in his eyes..perhaps that wasn't the case after all.
FSX: ...What the hell is wrong with you? I mean, you must know that I beat people to a pulp when they speak bad of me. But still, your praising Zero as if he was your god or something. I don't care if you want to drink the poison Kool-aid and spend the after life on your hands and knees with him ramming you up the ass, but for the time being I'd appreciate it if you would SHUT THE FUCK UP! I don't need to worry any more then I already am about all of this, alright?!
Cameraman: ...You didn't have to yell...
FSX: Whatever! Now if you don't mind, I was in the middle of boosting my confidence and reassuring myself that I can win this match and go on to become the World Champion! Unless your going to scream some motivational words at me for the next twenty minutes, I suggest that you just film my greatness quietly. Alright?
Having already made his intentions known, the man behind the camera didn't dare speak a word to reply to Fallen from his question. It was all too clear that it was simply a trap! Awaiting a moment in the silence as Fallen simply glared to the camera, he seemed to shrug off that situation after a moment and continue on his way through the back. Perhaps something could take his mind off his match for a few moments! That would help him clear his head! Spotting a few backstage workers actively at work on something, it seemed like the perfect boring task to help Fallen out! Hooray!
FSX: So what are you guys up too?
Backstage Worker #1: Huh..? Oh, we're just going over the designs for the poster of Omega Effect IV! It should be the best one yet, given all of the time and effort we've put into it!
Backstage Worker #2: Yeah! Not to mention that the headline was the easiest we've ever had to do! It just dawned on us almost immediately when we were having a look at that Main Event.
Though this provided no help in taking the focus of Fallen away from his match later on this evening, the things that he heard did spark his interest. So they were finally putting together the poster of the biggest show of the year, were they..? He'd never been on one of those before! Grinning slightly as he tried to sneak a peek at it, he hummed as he couldn't catch a good look at it...yet.
FSX: Really? So what version of the poster is this? The one where I'm up against Aiden, or the one where I'm up against Sarin? Because I've got a great slogan for the one against Sarin!
Backstage Worker #1: W...well...actually...
FSX: Imagine it if you will...'Sex and the City has NEVER been so violent!'...Pretty good, no?
Backstage Worker #2: Suppose it would, but we're actually only producing one poster this year. We'd tell you about it...but...uh...it's a surprise!
Taking a step back upon hearing this and looking to the two of them confused for a moment, Fallen quirked an eyebrow and turned away for a moment as he pondered over just why the poster would be made into a surprise. After all, they had no reason to hide it from him! He just wanted a glimpse of himself standing high and mighty for once! Something almost seemed wrong about this whole matter...
FSX: Really? So....is it like a surprise party kind of thing? Because that would be pretty awesome! We could get really drunk and destroy Liverpool! Everyone would love us! Though...I suppose I'd end up deported again...
Backstage Worker #1: It's not that, it's just...
FSX: You know I'm not allowed in Italy anymore? They said I was a danger to society or something. It's weird though, since apparently I'm still allowed in the Vatican. You'd imagine if I was to be banished from anywhere it would be there, wouldn't you? Though I suppose I could never get there anyway though...
Seeming to drift off incoherently as time went on, Fallen smiled to himself and went over the tale of his past few weeks quite quickly as both of the backstage workers looked to each other for a moment, one of them appearing to grow quite agitated with the situation. As Fallen continued on his happy tale of conquest and the horrible things he experienced, not a word of it making sense, it became clear that neither man listening could take it anymore.
Backstage Worker #2: Enough rambling already! We're not showing you the poster because your not on the damn thing! It's Jay Zero vs. Aiden Joseph, and it's the Revenge Match of the Century! Okay? Now leave us alone!
FSX: I see...
As both of the men quickly collected their things and rushed away from Fallen before he could properly react to what he had just heard, Fallen simply stared to the ground and thought for a moment of all that had happened in the past few months. He struggled tirelessly and did all that he could to earn his shot at the title, where Zero recently staked his claim and demanded to be given the same opportunity...was any of this really fair to him? No...but it never was. That's why he always had to bottle it all up and simply take it, as attacking the Chairman again just wouldn't end well. But no one can take abuse forever...
FSX: Are they fucking serious?! What the hell is wrong with everyone lately? All I keep hearing is Aiden against Jay, Zero battling Joseph, what about the rest of us?! I mean, Sarin has a pretty damn good chance of winning as well! But aside from that, what about ME?! I've been training for this match for the last fucking year! I've been doing EVERYTHING possible to get into this match since Senator managed to win at Fallen Heroes! I've done absolutely every FUCKING thing possible, but does anyone give me any credit?! Does anyone expect a damn thing of me?! NO!
Slamming his fist into the wall, a look of shock and pain appear on Fallen's face for just a moment before he closes his eyes tightly. Clearly trying to ignore the fact that he may or may not of just broken his hand by doing such a foolish thing, he shook his head a few times began to quickly pace back and forth. His rant wasn't over just yet, after all!
FSX: I just can't take this anymore...sure, Jay is a great competitor. I believe that he deserves a shot to be at the top of this company some day. BUT NOT RIGHT NOW! I'm tired of hearing just how perfect it would be if Jay won and if Aiden won, and how it would settle the wound that the Entourage left untended too so many months ago. I don't fucking care about any of that! It's not about bad blood, and it's not about previous problems! It's about getting the chance to show that you can be on top of this company, the chance to prove that anyone can overcome all odds. That your career actually amounted to something that matters, and that you can help usher in a new era for others that deserve there chance! That I can....I mean...
Stopping entirely in his tracks now and opening his eyes, he stood their motionless for a few moments. Why he did will likely never be known, and perhaps it shouldn't be. But as a look of deep sadness slowly made it's way to his face, perhaps everyone should already be well aware of just what it was that was giving him such pain. It's common knowledge that Fallen has been emotionally ruined over a lifetime, but as he really realizes it...it's simply sad to look at. In fact, it is quite evident that he may very well not move from that place for quite awhile, and the camera seems to take note of this. Can Fallen get it together before the big match? Or has something sensitive finally snapped within him? There's still time...who knows what may happen.
Hopefully, the match of a lifetime...
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 14:31:52 GMT -5
Segment: The Great King Rat (Credit: Dan White)
We fade in to the segment, where Kevin Anderson is standing with a microphone, and looks a little uneasy, as he opens up the dialogue.
Kevin Anderson: Well, I’m going to be here with “The Welsh Dragon” Dan White, wherever he may be, but he’s appeared not to turn up, so…
Black and White: Hello Mr. Anderson
Black and White cannot be seen, just heard, from behind Kevin. Kevin visibly gulps as he turns around, but B&W is nowhere to be seen.
Kevin: Um, Dan…er, Black and White, where are you?
Black and White: My location is not important. Just ask me the questions, and I may let you off with not but a scratch on your face.
Kevin’s silent, but a sigh from B&W forces him to remember his words.
Kevin: Um…err….y-y-you’re fighting both members of The Capitalists tonight. W-what are your thoughts on the match?
Black and White: Oh please, Kevin. You have the journalistic abilities of a newt with Down’s Syndrome. Clear off. Be gone with you, squire.
Kevin: Um…okay….
Kevin looks around, not knowing which way to turn, but suddenly B&W drops down from the roof, clubbing Kevin in the back of the head. Kevin goes down like a sack of potatoes, and Black & Whtie stares into the camera. He wears that white skull mask over his eyes, with white facepaint down one side of his face. He also wears some intimidating clothing, much like a black straitjacket, but with the arms mobile.
Black & White: Oh, Mr. Phillips, please. You really think that sounding your two hopeless goons to fight me is really going to ensure your true revenge? You really think that this is the best you can come up with? I’m most disappointed with your choice of a “suitable punishment”. I was hoping I would get more…’hands on’ form of a punishment. But such a shame it is that those two rapscallions with slog it out with the finest wrestling has to offer.
He pauses, chuckling to himself.
Black & White: It’s such the irony though, Mr. Phillips, that it will be I, not they, who will be filling out the punishment.
He pauses again, pondering for a second.
Black & White: Of course, it is fitting that you should place a No Disqualification rule onto this match. Is this supposed to frighten me, Mr. Phillips? Do you really believe that I will be humbled to your caddies? So be it if they chose to use foreign weapons in such a match. You’re forgetting who I am, Mr. Phillips. And I’ll always be one step ahead of you.
He smirks
Black & White: I shall look forward to performing a fitting walloping on those two boys. They deserve it, no more, no less, and I shall consume as much of the time limit to make sure that every bone, every muscle, every ounce of their body is in the most excruciating pain.
He stops, and suddenly removes the straitjacket. He then takes his mask off, throwing it against the wall, and smudging the facepaint off, and the crowd begin to cheer a little. He speaks again, not as Black & White, but as Dan White, and he speaks not in his soft spoken, “Proper English” camp voice, but in his heavy dialect, trademark voice we’ve heard for nearly four years.
Dan: Alternatively, I’m gonna go out there and show those two stupid idiots the very definition of an ass whoopin’. Your boys don’t stand a chance in hell, Senator, and I’ll be looking forward to making sure that they join you on the retired list! And that, my friend, is nothing but the truth!
A twist on his own catchphrase by using Senator’s instead gets a few more cheers, as Dan drops the microphone and gets ready to fight.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 14:33:22 GMT -5
Match 3: No Disqualification Match Dan White vs. The Capitalists (Credit: Dan/Senator)
Maxwell McNally: This next match is one bred from a despicable act of brutality, and the desire for revenge following after. The Capitalists have never truly been seen as top level ACW competitors, but in this, the match they requested on the card, they will attempt to take down one of the fed’s most hated competitors.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Dan White’s taken disgusting actions to a whole new level around here as of late, harassing and doing horrible things to Aiden Joseph, and crippling ol’ man Phillips! But you know, Maxie, he can take care of himself in a brawl, Hell, he even survived against all of Pain Inc, back in the day!
McNally: That is true. But at the same time, the Capitalists tore Cernunnos apart when Kalb had his Junior Title rematch, and they have always proven to be strong athletes, and tough-minded individuals.
Soon, "Hail to the Chief" plays to a mixed reaction, as the Capitalists enter the arena. The ratio of cheers increases signifigantly, as both are seen to be wearing red Liverpool FC jerseys over their usual formal ring attire, the audience appreciating the show of respect to the local team on their way down to the ring. Kalb grabs a microphone as he steps through the ropes.
Phillip Jones: Announcing first, from the state of Texas, they are members of the Senatorial Stable, and both former ACW Junior Title Champions, Anthony Kalb and Kevin Fitsharris, the Capitalists!
Anthony Kalb: How’s it going, Liverpool? Who here wants to see us kick Dan White’s filthy ass back to where it came from? I thought so!
Kevin Fitsharris: Yeah, and not only that, but we’re gonna do this the right way…FOR THE SENATOR!!!
Kalb: We're not going to back down this time, we're not going to leave this island nation until we destroy Dan White, after what he did on the pitch to our boss, we can't stand by, too often, people think we're just sidekicks, but tonight, we aren't just Steve Phillips's bodyguards, or paper pushers, we are vengence!
Fitsharris: And not only that, but think about this, just look here at these jerseys we're wearing! We're supporting the best football team on the planet! And you know, we're just like two other well to do Americans who came over here to support Liverpool, and who bought your team...
The audience, less appreciative at the comparison made by Fitsharris, resoundingly change their cheers to boos, and Kalb takes the microphone.
Kalb: What he meant to say before he botched it horribly, is that we came over here, and we like it here, and we'd love to make this the place where we show the world what we can do...especially to a twat like Dan White...who's a Newcastle supporter, after all!
The cheers return to a lesser measure, at least until Dan's theme, "You Think I'm Lonely" hits the PA system, and as we're in bizarro world to an extent, the crowd actually cheers.
Phillip: Announcing next, he is the Welsh Dragon, hailing from nearby Cardiff, Wales, former ACW Entertainment and Light Heavyweight Champion, and known as much for his unpredictable nature as for his ferocious in ring style, DAN WHITE!
Dan walks down to the ring, keeping his focus on the ring, and waving to the referee to motion the Capitalists back before he steps through the ropes. Once in the ring, he stretches out a bit, keeping his eyes on both opponents, while the referee motions to the timekeeper...
***Bell Rings***
The Capitalists both nod to each other, before slowly closing in on the Welsh Dragon. Dan, on his part, rolls out of the ring, and seeing a Liverpool scarf in the hands of a fan at ringside, sees the perfect instrument to blow his nose. This spurs the audience to rain down insults, alcohol beverages, and other unsavory things upon White.
McNally: I feel like this building is going to explode with hatred here, it is not a good experience to be part of, really.
Before the crowd itself can erupt into violence, Fitsharris obliges them with a diving axe handle smash off the top turnbuckle to the outside. Dan, however, ducks out of the way, sending his opponent crashing sternum-first into the guardrail. Mindful of the hostile environment, White ducks back into the ring…right in place for a Kalb elbow drop to catch him on the back of the head.
Edison: Please don’t kill us, people!
Kalb, fired up by the people in attendance, rains down right handed punches, bypassing White’s guard, and crashing a forearm into his throat, pressing the air from his opponent’s windpipe. Dan, feeling signs of blacking out, even at this early point in the match, kicks up, kneeing Kalb in the ribs, and with a twist, gets his larger opponent off, standing up. Kevin Fitsharris, having recovered from his initial mishap, takes the opportunity to jump up to the apron, and hold Dan’s arms back behind the ropes. Kalb rebounds off the opposite ropes, going for a lariat…but Dan is able to kick up, catching Anthony Kalb in the face with a double booted strike, and flips Fitsharris back into the ring as he comes back down.
McNally: An innovative maneuver there by Dan White, demonstrating his proficiency in fighting against superior numbers again.
Dan, preferring to stay on his feet, waits for both Capitalists to recover, kicking Fitsharris in the head as he stands up, and ducking a Kalb lariat, only to retaliate with a back elbow, and then, a well placed Pele inspired flip kick that sends the Capitalist through the ropes to the apron. Before he can get up, though, Kevin Fitsharris walks up, and sets Dan in a top wristlock. White quickly outmanouvers the submission attempt, but it's long enough for Kalb to recover on the apron, and re-enter the ring, clubbering his opponent in the back of the head. Kalb then lifts Dan up for an atomic drop, only to drop him right down into a groin kick from Fitsharris.
Edison: Ouch! That's gotta hurt and then some!
Before Dan can recover, Kalb runs over to the ropes, Fitsharris whipping their opponent into the opposite side, ducking down for a back body drop. Dan White, seeing the telegraphed move, kicks Fitsharris in the face, but moments later, Kalb comes careening off the other ropes, and over with a thunderous lariat, flipping the Welshman over in mid air.
Edison: Lariatooooo! McNally: The double team techniques of the Capitalists are as refined as any that you'll see in the industry. They might not have great individual records in ACW, but their tag skills make them feared, regardless.
Kalb picks Dan up again, and this time, both Capitalists drop an elbow in unison, hitting their opponent in the shoulders. Anthony Kalb rolls Dan over, and Fitsharris hits a snap leg drop to the back of his head, and almost automatically rolls Dan back into position for a pin...
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...Dan kicks out with ease! The Welsh Dragon, though, has taken enough damage, that he can hardly fight back immediatly, but before the Capitalists can close in any further, he's able to scramble up to his feet, and untieing a turnbuckle pad, pulls out a familiar small grey object, which he throws down onto the mat...
Edison: Smoke grenade!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 14:33:46 GMT -5
The thick smoke immediately smothers the ring, and this gives Dan the chance to make his escape. It’s unknown where he is, but heavy coughing from the two Capitalists, the referee and several front row fans are heard. The smoke slowly begins to clear, and the outlines of the two Capitalists can be seen, as they try to look for Dan whilst at the same time trying to catch a breath of fresh air. The smoke is now translucent, but Dan is nowhere to be seen. Kalb exits the ring and goes around the outside slowly, his smoke-filled lungs staggering his process a little. He walks around, and suddenly his eyes widen, as a hand from underneath the ring shoots out and plants him with a low blow. Dan rolls out from underneath, badly beaten but still with full intentions of walking out of this fight as the winner. He re-enters the ring, where he goes to fight Fitsharris, and for the first time has the chance to fight one on one for longer than 10 seconds. He whips Fitsharris at the ropes, and takes him down with a Standing Dropkick. He rushes over with an attempt to steal a quick win, but it’s not enough to win the match, and as Fitsharris kicks out, Kalb re-enters the ring.
McNally: And again, Dan doesn’t get much time in a fair, one on one battle. Edison: Come on Eddie, everything’s fair! It’s in the rules.
Kalb throws Dan onto his feet, and throws him at the ropes. He attempts a forward elbow, but Dan hits the ropes, slingshotting his way back and firing a Dragonzuri (Step-Up Enzuiguri) into Kalb’s face. Dan looks pretty smug with himself, but Fitsharris is up, turning Dan around and hits a kick to the groin, followed by a Jumping DDT. Dan lies flat on his face, and Fitsharris rolls him over, but Dan kicks out at two. Fitsharris slams the mat hard, but keeps calm as he lifts Kalb up. The two look at Dan and pick him up off the floor. They whip him at the ropes, and both lift him into a Double Flapjack variant, allowing him to land back to the floor. Dan screams out; he’s in a lot of pain now, and has taken quite a beating in the duration of this match.
McNally: Dan looks utterly broken, I wouldn’t be surprised if the end is near.
He looks up and notices the Capitalists discussing something, but he doesn’t have the energy to pick himself up off the floor. Instead The Capitalists do it themselves, and swiftly send Dan crashing back to the mat with a Double Vertical Suplex. Dan hits the ground with an almighty thud, probably wishing he could swallow his words from before the match, where he claimed the match would be a walk in the park. The Capitalists lift him up again, and force him against the ropes. Fitsharris holds him steady, as Kalb hits off the ropes and launches himself forwards. But Dan has other plans, elbowing Fitsharris in the head and throwing him in Kalb’s way, and Kalb accidentally knocks his tag partner out the wrong. Looking horrified, Kalb watches as Fitsharris crashes out the ring and onto the protective mats on the outside. This gives Dan the chance to lift Kalb over the ropes. Kalb lands on the apron, but Dan gives him a jawbreaker to the ropes to ensure that he too is on the outside. Dan throws his arms up and the Liverpool crowd, inexplicably forgiving his early match infractions as mere show, actually cheer for him, as he stops, drops and rolls out the ring.
McNally:Well, Dan’s still in this thing, and he’s fighting like a true warrior. This kid just doesn’t give up. Edison: And don’t think he wants to, Max. Remember he was a soccer hooligan. I don’t think them guys like to give up without a fight!
He picks Kalb up and throws him into the turnbuckle post, sending him back down to the floor. He then picks Fitsharris up and tries to send him into the steel steps, but Fitsharris reverses it into a whip of his own, and Dan crashes into them in spectacular fashion. Fitsharris goes to check on Kalb, who’s a little dazed but still aware of his surroundings, before the two go to pick Dan up again. They bring him over to the Spanish announcer’s table, and clear the deck, obviously preparing to send Dan into it. They then hoist Dan onto their shoulders in a sort of Double Powerbomb-type move, but Dan manages to free his hand and begins clubbing both of them on the head. They can’t live through the pain and drop him, and he lands on his feet. He escapes next to the ring, and The Capitalists turn around. Dan has a look in his eye and he smirks as he runs towards the two, but they’re one step ahead and double over, flipping Dan over and into the announcer’s table!
McNally: Nice counter by The Capitalists! Dan’s just been broken in two! Edison: Man that was immense! It’s surely The Capitalists’ win! Somewhere Senator will have a huge smile on his face.
The fans go barmy as Dan is left in a crumpled heap – face or heel, it’s always a treat to see someone crash into a table. The Capitalists look at each other and high five, catching their breath. Kalb then poses, taunting the crowd, which doesn’t treat nicely to him, and they’re soon loud with boos. Kalb takes it on the chin as Fitsharris picks Dan up and rolls him into the ring. The crowd is silent as he makes the cover, but Dan gets a shoulder up before three! Fitsharris is livid, and immediately corners the referee. Meanwhile Kalb enters the ring, lifting Dan up and lifting him into the Milton Friedman Driver, a Fireman’s Carry into a scoop Tombstone. Luckily Dan manages to squirm his way out of the near-fatal manoeuvre, punching Kalb in the face and then hitting him with the Brighton Rock!
McNally: Dan’s fighting back strongly again, but how long can he hold off both Capitalists? Edison: I’m not sure, but it’s making for an epic battle here!
Kalb is knocked sideways, and Dan then pays his attention to Fitsharris., who is still arguing with the referee. He pulls Fitsharris around, whipping him at the ropes and taking him to the ground with the Machines (A-Train style Scissors Kick). Fitsharris is down, but gets up, although a bit dizzy, and Dan kicks him in the gut. He climbs the top rope, and hits Fitsharris with a Rock It (Leaping Hurricanrana). The momentum carries Fitsharris back to his feet, but he’s in gaga land and walks straight into the Stunt Bomb…but Dan is then planted in the back by a lead pipe, held by Anthony Kalb. The fans are instantly on Kalb’s case, shouting “CHEAT CHEAT CHEAT!” which is ironic coming from Liverpool fans.(Heh, sure)
McNally: What sickening actions by The Capitalists! These two ought to be ashamed of themselves if they can’t finish one man without resorting to weapons. Edison: It’s all legal though, Max.
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