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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 21, 2008 16:14:22 GMT -5
The Beginning of a Beautiful Relationship Danny Mainer/Fallen Souls We’re shown the backstage corridors of ACW and pacing back and forth is none other then Fallen Souls, our current World Heavyweight Champion who has a grimace on his face as he wonders about how he should spend his time tonight. However, before he can come to some grand conclusion of maybe going on an adventure in the ACW jungles or going to Subway for a DELICIOUS SANDWICH. Danny Mainer waltzes into view of the camera with the International Title wrapped around his waist covering the top of a pair of blue jeans with ripped knees. The sound of his boots stamping across the cold hard floor echo throughout the arena.Danny: Well, if it ain’t the man that I won the International Title off of!FSX shakes his head simple and stares at Danny with a mock angry look on his face. FSX stops his pacing and looks Danny in the eyes.FSX: Assuming you don't count that whole period of time where you lost it and had to win it back...Anyway, what is it you want Mainer? Something important? Or are you just gingerly wasting my time? Danny: Yeah. Actually I do want something. Now, for the last few weeks we’ve been getting’ up in Top Draw’s grill, kickin’ ass and takin’ names. We’ve tagged a few times, we’re almost twins in terms of our ring-style. We’re a match made in Heaven Fallen. How about we put our past behind us and make a union? An alliance of sorts.Seeming to ponder the situation a bit, Fallen looks about ready to agree for a moment...before shaking his head and scoffing at the idea itself. RIDICULOUS!FSX: Sounds kind of like a waste of my time, honestly...Considering that every time we do team up you seem to have me do all the work, and you keep running out on me! Not to mention that long period of time that you hated me..no..THAT MAKES NO SENSE AT ALL! Danny: So...is that a no?FSX: Nah, let's go for it!! So are we going to become some kinda active tag team then? Because that could work..though I'm kind of against doing such a thing since what happened with Hunter. That guy would run you into the ground then complain that you weren't six feet under... Danny: Pfft no! Tag Titles are for fags who can’t get shit done alone X. I’m just saying, we could be allies that help each other out if the going gets tough, y’know what I mean?Nodding once, Mainer seems quite happy that his idea was finally being embraced a bit, though the two were likely a union never meant to be. That's just a weird mesh of personality...FSX: I think I can get where your coming from here. The most powerful champions of all time come together to form a team that's much more awesome then TNT and BK London ever was! We will be idols to the weak, and lovers of the sexy! We will be...uh....um...we don't have a name. Danny: How about “The Rock ‘N’ Roll Connection”?FSX: Let me think about that for a second...No...you can do all the cocaine you want, but that's not gonna happen. Danny: How about “The Rock and SOUL connection?”..Ba dum tch...The naming process didn't seem to be heading anywhere fast, and it may be the beginning of the end for this three minute union of super powers!FSX: What the hell did I just say? That's even worse!! You cheesy bastard!! You come up with a good name this second! Danny: What about Sweet Soul Brothers?FSX: I thought you were supposed to be creative? You couldn't come up with something witty if your damn life depended on it...ah, I have to do everything! Alright, how about the 'Everlasting Xylophone Brothers'? I say it's genius, and you could even make it seem all hip with the acronym, EXB. The sheer randomness of this wins Danny over and he begins to stroke his chin, showing consideration for this name. He then without any hesitation nods approval.Danny: Sure, that sounds cool!FSX: Well great, that settles that then. If you don't mind I have to go and announce the man that will have all his non-sexual dreams come true! Danny: We should probably go the gym and work on a ring-style together. Seeing as we’re more or less the same fighter but… I’m less fat. Which obviously works for you as your high-flying has a lot more WOOMF behind it!FSX: Ignoring the fact that I'm actually able to pick people up and have a thing called muscle without a thing called steroids, I thought you said we weren't going to be some shoddy little tag team... Danny tuts then sighs and put both hands on his hips drawing emphasis to his International Title. You could call it striking a pose, but let's not.Danny: X, I said we wouldn’t be going for the tag team titles, not that we wouldn’t have tag matches. I mean, we obviously need some sort of devastating awesome maneuver ta’ kick the ass of all those that stand in our way. I mean, with your title and my title, we don’t NEED tag belts, but we do need to be able to hold our ground. So whaddya say, comin’ the gym to train?FSX: This is one of those things that your going to keep pestering me about if I say no, right? Well fine then...it's not like it could hurt to have someone to train too, and maybe I'll even teach you how to become consistent in the things you do! You know...performance...victory...the whole thing! Everybody wins! And with that, the newly formed alliance of The "Everlasting Xylophone Brothers” walk off together, gold glittering around their waists as they head toward Tim Dwight’s office. Both men are dangerous in their own rights, but together… they’re UNSTOPPABLE! Only time will tell how this team works out, but rest assured there will be pirates, ninjas and even... PEDOBEAR!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 21, 2008 16:15:43 GMT -5
Lights Out (Credit: Henry McKaye)
[Patience is a virtue they say, but as a member of the Eyes of Apocalypse, it was a requirement. Lord knows how many times Henry, Ratt, and Ravage would arrive at the WXW arena early before a show to hide under the ring until the main event took place. Still, they’d all lie patiently until Johann would slap the ring apron with a rhythmic pound, signaling that it was time for them to come out to work. So, when Henry decided to take a seat outside of the Alphatron backstage to wait for AC Evans, he had no problem with waiting there all afternoon, evening and night if he had to. It was all a part of business, and sometime patience was your greatest ally.]
[As the cameras cut backstage, the God of War sat patiently outside of the Alphatron moments after AC Evans match. Henry, dressed in a tight-fitting black t-shirt and black slacks stretched his arms behind his head as he nodded to the camera. Last week, he had given ACW stand-out AC Evans an opportunity to join forces with him and be the first member of his army and told Evans that he expected an answer tonight. So, Henry’s plan was sit backstage until Evans made his way back from his match and Henry would ask for his answer then. However, Evans had come and gone with not so much as an acknowledging glance towards McKaye. So, Henry turned to the camera and smiled.]
McKaye: Mr. Evans, I made you an offer last week and told you that I needed your answer tonight on this broadcast. However, I’ve not received any statement or anything as little as a note to tell me your answer. Now, I’m a simple man, AC, and all I want is an answer. When a general prepares his men for battle, the first thing he absolutely needs to know is which of his men have the courage to step up to the front line of battle and which of those should have never stepped out of boot camp. So, Mr. Evans, I need to know which one of those men are you. Are you willing to accomplish your desires of power and conquest by stepping up to the front line, or are you satisfied with being jumped, harassed, and beaten with a lead pipe by fellow members of the ACW roster? To put it in even simpler terms, are you with us or against us? Because I can promise you when the great army is assembled and the time for battle is at hand, there will be no shades of gray about it. There will be those of us who stand tall with our heads held high, those who are so feeble-minded that they try to oppose us, and everyone else will simply be casualties. So, Mr. Evans, I’ll say this one more time… the choice is your’s and only your’s to make.
[Realizing that Evans had no plans of speaking with him tonight, Henry stood up from his seat and motioned for the camera to follow him as he moved to the backstage hallways of the arena. As he moved, he brushed past tech workers and some of the other wrestlers in the locker room. Henry made sure to keep his motions quick and brisk in under to move as quickly as he could. Despite being as technically skilled as he was, being backstage made him uncomfortable without having his army at his side.]
McKaye: Now, to the rest of the ACW roster, I’d like to give you all a little lesson in satisfaction. In my professional opinion, there is no such thing because only an idiot would be happy when there is always the possibility for more. Take for example the ACW Entertainment Champion, Thundertrain. They say that the Train is always hungry and I believe him. A man of his brute strength and hunger for dominance should never be satisfied. I bet, right now as I’m speaking, him and his even hungrier partner Thunderkiss are plotting ways of getting even more power in ACW. Two men of that size and strength shouldn’t have that much trouble getting it either. I bet our ACW World Champion FSX is also trying to develop ways to find more power in the company, and he holds the top prize here. Should that power take the form of a better paying contract or political pull in the company, it doesn’t really matter what it is as long as it gives him more control. Why? Well, it’s a hard thing to explain to those of you who have never tasted power, but it’s addictive. Once you get that tiny taste, you just want more of it. We all try to masters of our destiny, and no matter how futile it may be, if you’re pulling as many strings as you can, it certainly can’t hurt your odds.
[As Henry approached the end of the hallway, he pushed open the door that lead to the parking lot where his rental car was waiting for him. He didn’t have a match or an interview planned, and his only reason for being there obviously wasn’t ready to have a talk with Henry yet. So, why waste time being somewhere bored all night? Besides, he doubted that Chris Cage nor his stablemates in Divine Heresy were happy about being shown up last week. Without an army or as much as a friend around to help watch his back, why stay?]
McKaye: The problem with satisfaction, however, is that it’s not always you trying to convince yourself that you’re happy. No, sometimes someone else tries to make us believe that we’re satisfied. Have you ever gone to your boss and asked for a raise, only to be told no? Now, afterwards, did you believe that you were already satisfied with the pay you were receiving or were you mad? Of course you were mad! How dare this man who already makes more money than you tell you to be satisfied with what you already have!
[Henry approached the white sedan he rented earlier this week and stepped inside it after unlocking the door. Despite rushing out of the arena, Henry had kept his tone calm and stern the whole time, even when his eyes scanned around looking for possible opportunities for opponents to jump him. Oddly enough, when you’re the person doing the jumping and attacks, you always keep an eye out for potential problem areas in the future. As Henry started up the engine, he finished his “lesson” through a rolled down window.]
McKaye: My fellow ACW roster members, are you truly satisfied with how you’re being treated here in ACW? Do you often sit back and wonder why only certain athletes get the title shots? Have you wondered why you’re always stuck wrestling the same group of men and never see yourself climbing up the ranks? Are you looking for the opportunity to prove your own worth and talents, but have been denied by whatever fraudulent booking system exists here? Well, friends, why don’t you do yourself a favor and voice these opinions! Raise hell! Create chaos and anarchy! As they say “the bitchy wheel gets the grease”, so carpe deim friends. Oh, and if you’re looking to join with my army of chaos… don’t call us, we’ll call you.
[With that, Henry put the small car into gear and sped out of the parking lot for the night leaving only the echoing sounds of Elvis Costello from his radio. AC Evans had another opportunity to make his decision, but in the mean time, Henry began looking into other potential members for his army.]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 21, 2008 16:16:07 GMT -5
Match 4: The Senator vs. Scott Andrews (Credit: Dan White)
Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Coming first to the ring, from Tampa Bay, Florida, weighing at 233 lbs...”The Scarlet Assassin” Scott Andrews!
The lights go out over the entire arena.
“Anasasis/Xenophontis” begins to play across the audio system. Scott Andrews walks out to a roar of cheers from the fans. He strolls onto the entrance ramp with a look of intensity on his face and raises his arm as Philip mentions his name. As he continues walking just past the main part of the ramp he stops and performs a Goldberg-esque ramp taunt, throwing air punches and kicks while white and red pyros boom behind until his flurry of shadow strikes end. Scott keeps walking until he reaches the apron. He slides in under the bottom rope and immediately gets to his feet. Climbing the turnbuckle, he looks into the audience and raises one arm rapidly whilst yelling inaudible, yet obviously 'psyche up' comments. He jumps down and punches the air a few times before taking off his jacket and waiting for his opponent.
Philip: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing at 195 lbs....Senator Steve Phillips!
With the grand strains of Hail to the Chief playing, he steps into the enteranceway, and does a Nixon style Victory pose. He then crosses his arms rapidly as red, white, and blue tickertape shoots into the air from the enterance. The Senator then walks to the ring, shadowboxes in the corner, punching the turnbuckle a few times, and then strikes another Victory pose in the middle of the ring before usually addressing the audience.
Bell rings
Senator and Scott are familiar with each other's styles, having clashed a number of times in the past, but they certainly have respect for each other as they lock up. Senator whips Scott into the ropes, but Scott responds with an arm drag. Senator lands on his feet, rushing forwards to Scott, who brings him down with a dropkick. Senator is quick to get to his feet, and isn't prepared to be taken down easily. He takes Scott down with a surprising roundhouse kick to the head, which Scott is taken down by. But Scott is up again, and the two lock up. Senator attempts a whip into the corner, but Scott reverses it into one of his own. Senator hits the turnbuckle, and Scott follows, grabbing him from behind. He then lifts Senator into a German Suplex pin, particularly planting Senator on his neck, and the impact shakes the ring, but Senator manages to break the pin at 2. Scott lifts Senator up, and kicks a couple of middle kicks, doubling Senator over. He follows that up with an elbow to the back. Senator falls to the ground, and Scott unrelentlessly begins stomping his former boss in the stomach and face region, letting go after the total tally is over 10.
He allows Senator to pick himself up, before running straight at him with an elbow ready to plant his face. Senator manages to duck the elbow, spinning Scott around and kneeing him in the gut. He then performs an Ipponzei, rolling over Scott's back and clutching his arm, sending him into an arm throw, and following that up with a Crossarmbar. Fortunately for Scott, his foot is mere millimetres away from the ropes, and he hooks it with ease. Senator, being the sport that he is, immediately releases the hold, and waits in the corner for Scott to get to his feet. Scott is a tad surprised at Senator's reversal, but is ready to lock horns again. They go to lock up, but Scott slips under Senator's arm. He tackles Senator's leg, taking him to the ground, and quickly follows that up by lifting his body up, remaining hold of the leg and locking into a Single Leg Crab. But similarly to the situation just before, Senator is close to the ropes, and he easily gets out of the submission. Scott lets go, and lifts Senator up. He begins clubbing Senator into the turnbuckle, but Senator manages to reverse it, grabbing Scott by the head and smashing him hard off the turnbuckle, resulting in Scott flying backwards.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 21, 2008 16:16:33 GMT -5
It's now Senator's turn to dish out the stomps, continuously handing out Scott the punishment. He picks up Scott after 8 stomps, and whips Scott at the ropes. He attempts a lariat, but Scott ducks under the arms, catapulting off the ropes and heading straight for Senator. But Senator turns around, ducking Scott's flying forearm smash. Scott's momentum carries him forwards, catapulting off the ropes again, and he lands straight into a Washington Lariat, which nearly brings his head off. He lays flat out in the ring, and Senator falls on top of him. But to his dismay, he only gathers up a two count, which greatly annoys the former World Champion. But undeterred, Phillips picks Scott up, and grapples with him, knowing that Andrews is still suffering from the lariat. He delivers a couple of knife edge chops, each one delivering an imprint of his palm in Scott's chest, and also causing a reaction from the crowd that we'd all expect. WOOOO!! He takes Scott back with a couple of chops, but is shocked when Scott responds with a couple of his own. Senator responds in the only way he knows, by planting a few more of his own, but Scott then replies with another few. The crowd are totally eating it up, and chanting for both men as they now give one each, consistently trying to kill each other's chest. Senator then hits one, a second, a third, and a couple more, showing he has the dominance over Scott. He goes for another, but Scott blocks the chop, instead taking Senator out with a TKO!!
The move is enough to send both men to the floor, with their chests as read as a strawberry, as the referee begins his count. At 4, both men are beginning to stir, and by 7, both are at the ropes, pulling themselves up. Another count and both are at their feet, and they lock up. Scott whips Senator to the ropes, and takes him down with a Hip Toss. He follows that up by climbing to the ropes, and he mocks pointing a gun to Senator's face, before leaping off into a Moonsault. Senator manages to roll out the way, and Scott crashes to the ground, unfortunately with no opponent underneath him. He gets back to his feet, and Senator is waiting. He punches Scott in the mid-section, and bounces at the ropes. He attempts a Partisan Kick, but Scott manages to dive out of the way at the last possible minute. Now with the ball in his court, Scott senses victory. He goes for The Headshot, a brutal kick to the head, but he misses, and before he has a chance to reload, Senator is ready, and waiting. Scott turns around, and Senator slams him into the Filibuster. The move is quick and nasty, and Senator holds down Scott enough for the 3-count. Scott's shoulders shoot up, but it's just after the 3.
Philip: Your winner....The Senator!
Senator gets to his feet, and looks pretty exhausted, but happy with victory. He allows the referee to throw his arms in the air, before helping Scott to his feet. The two shake hands, and Scott lifts Senator's arms up, before leaving the ring, dejected but at least content that he put up a good fight. Senator meanwhile wallows in victory for a moment, leaving the ring to shake hands with the front row, as “Hail to the Chief” blasts through the PA System.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 21, 2008 16:18:05 GMT -5
CREDIT: Unknown Through our bleeding, we are one.
Through our suffering, we are one.
Through the darkness, breaks the light.
Through the light, unending pain.
Deify the wretched ones, until the darkness comes again.
The time is coming rapidly.
Heed this warning. This is no joke.
The end is approaching, quicker than you'd like.
The flame is being lit. We will incinerate ACW.
Your faith is dead.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 21, 2008 16:18:33 GMT -5
Segment: ENOUGH (Credit: Wayde Russeller)
The camera switches to the parking lot where Gingerdude and Chris Cooley sit talking. Ginger looks strained from his earlier meeting, but at least one thing has been going his way.
Chris: Another week, another loss for Wayde!
Ginger: Yes, great job tonight Cooley. So far you are delivering like you promised. Just keep up the good work.
Chris: Thanks Ginger. I'll see you next week.
Cooley gets in his limo and drives away and Ginger is standing there smiling. The camera rotates around to the front of Ginger and the crowd explodes when they see Wayde Russeller RIGHT behind Ginger who is clueless. Ginger backs up into Wayde and his facial expression drops. He slowly turns around and sees Wayde before jumping back.
Ginger: Wayde, tough loss tonight. Unfortunately, your friend just left. So you will have to wait to "get your hands on him", or whatever it is you were considering in that little brain of yours.
Wayde: Oh Cooley, he will get what’s coming to him, but right now, you’re getting yours....
With that Wayde clocks Ginger right in the face. He picks him up by his shirt and throws him into the brick walls and starts pounding his face as the fans explode in cheers. As Wayde goes at him non stop refs and security rush in to separate the two. Thye get control of Wayde and start making sure Ginger is ok. Wayde being held back looks at Ginger who is leaning over a car wiping the blood from his mouth.
Wayde: Here is message for you and Cooley, I am the Law and I have had ENOUGH!
With that Wayde breaks from security and runs at Ginger and connects with his Southern Justice (Fameasser) sending Ginger face first into the hood. Security grabs Wayde and pulls him away while medics rush in to check on Ginger.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 21, 2008 16:18:55 GMT -5
Segment: Insanity is Delicious (Credit: BK/FSX)
Normally, BK London wouldn't be someone to break into another person's locker room, or even enter without any permission. This is the guy who has been in ACW for four years, and in that four years has made a lot of money. This is the guy, who if he wanted something - he could pretty much buy it, with no hesitation. But there was something that he didn't have, something that he craved for...
BK London notices Fallen Souls stepped out for a second, without the ACW title in hand, and with that - he slithered into the locker room of Fallen like the snake he is. It was dark in his locker room since the lights were turned off, and BK London didn't shut the door all the way. However, the beam of light shining through the crack of the door shone on the ACW Heavyweight Title - hanging from some sort of personally made rack.
The light almost guided him to the title, and slowly BK London advanced towards the belt made of the finest leather and embedded with the richest gold plates. BK London heard a few steps passing Fallen Souls door, but it was none other than a crew member. Once the steps faded away, BK London returned his full attention back to the ACW title.
He reached out and touched the title, touching it's smooth leather strap, and it took him back to his glory days. Memories of him winning the ACW Heavyweight Title for his first time and second time rush back into his head, and he feels at peace with himself. Finally he feels comfortable in ACW. He looks back to see if anyone's coming, and once he sees the coast is clear - he removes the title from the rack and slings it over his shoulder. It's the warmest feeling BK London has felt for a long time, but his moment with the title is interrupted once the lights quickly turn on in the room.
Sharpy turning around, standing next to the switch is none other than the current ACW Champion - Fallen Souls.
FSX: I really hope I'm not showing up after you already had a smoke and cleaned up, because if that's the case I'm going to have to kill you...
BK London is fumbling over his words at this moment, he has been caught red handed.
BK London: B-Y-uh.you see, this..THIS IS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE?!
FSX: It looks like your an obsessed little man that couldn't wait to ask my title for some kind of lifetime committment...and I'M the crazy one?!
Fallen Souls walks up to BK London, face ot face, not showing any signs of intimidation - and he simply takes his title and now places it over his shoulder. Symbolically, it almost seems that the torch has passed - whether BK wanted to to or not.
BK London: ..y-y-you don't know what its like to be me?
FSX: I really hope I don't, because even the thought of knowing what it's like to be you makes me cringe. Your a sad man who has two people with even lower self confidence running around as your slaves, and then you still whine and complain when you don't get exactly your way. You used to be someone worth respect, but over the years you've somehow degraded into a sniviling idiot with no sense of what's right or wrong. I really can't believe I have to deal with you, yet you talk down to me..? So damn ridiculous.
BK London: All of you just think the same, don't you? All of you think it's just BK London being the dirty snake in the grass he is - enlisting help to win the ACW Championship. Well you don't know the truth. That belt right there means a whole lot more to me than you think Mr. Souls. The fact of the matter is, ever since I won that ACW Championship three years ago, ever since I was recognized as the top talent in ACW , ever since I lost that belt two years ago - I've been itching to have it back. It pains me inside to see people like Hunter, people like Thunderkiss, Sarin, hell - even yourself, parade around with my championship when you haven't done a DAMN thing to earn it. I love to wrestle. Wrestling is in my blood, wrestling is flowing through my veins as we speak, but can we really say the same for you? BK London's not the one being part of plot twists, making people wonder if they're dead or alive. BK London's not the one changing personalities to appeal to these fans. BK London's not the one whining and bitching about some lost love, while he has a championship to defend at the biggest event of all. And BK London is not the one whining and threatening to end his career or quit if he doesn't win the ACW Championship. And why am I none of those? Because while everyone was making a mockery of the championship, I was the one who was going out every night - wrestling 20-30 minutes - and giving people their money's worth. And how I do I get repayed? I am screwed out of the ACW Championship TWICE - not once - but TWICE, and I never have recieved a shot since. Well that all changes come Seven Deadly Sins Fallen Souls, because I'm not going to allow myself be the one who is SCREWED out of the ACW Championship? The world has fucked me over too many times to let this happen to me again. You want to know the stipulation for the match so badly, huh? Russo..Rules. That's right, Russo Rules. This time, I call the shots - I CALL THE RULES - and this time....I'm walking out with the very championship that is MINE - not yours. I'm willing to do everything in my power to walk out of Seven Deadly Sins champion, let's see if you feel the same way...
Concluding those strong powerful words, BK London looks at the ACW Title resting on Fallen Souls' shoulder before looking up into the eyes of Fallen Souls. A brief staredown between the two commences, and as the grimacing look of disgust appears on BK London's face - he steps around Fallen Souls and out the door.
Fallen Souls is left alone for quite some time before the camera actually fades out. Whether he's taking what BK London said to the heart or not, he knows that he's going to be in for the fight of his life. And what's worse is that he's fighting in a match under Russo's Rules - where he doesn't even know the rules at all.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 21, 2008 16:19:34 GMT -5
Match 5: Jake Cheng vs. ANTHRAX and Danny Mainer (Credit: Mainer) The crowd’s deafening cheering is turned to booing within the flash of a heartbeat as “Crisis” by Alexisonfire hits the speakers. The crowd however realizing now that it’s time for the handicap they convert back to cheers as chants of “Mai-Ner’s Gonna Kill You” erupt from every section of the audience. This annoys Jake as he starts to walk down the ramp. He throws a few fists forward as he heads to the challenge that lies ahead of him. Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and is a HANDICAP match! Introducing first, from Hong Kong, China. Weighing in at 215 pounds… The Asian Extraordinaire… JAAAAAAAAKEEEEEEEEE CHEEEEEEEENGGGGGGGG!!!!The die-hard Cheng haters start to boo him while the rest of the crowd continue on with the “Mainer’s Going to Kill You” chant. Of course this doesn’t go down smooth with the former world heavyweight champ but he decides to ignore it. He hops up onto the apron and climbs in as the cold chill of the arena shivers up his spine. Edison: Well tonight that man right there Jake Cheng has obstacles to climb!!! He has to successfully record a 3-count over either Danny Mainer or ANTHRAX, single-handedly. The odds are clearly stacked in Danny and ANTHRAX’s favour. Booked by Gingerdude, if Jake can in fact do the seemingly impossible and manage to hold off and defeat one of these well-trained, dominant fighters it would give Jake a HUGE boost of morale going into 7 Deadly Sins!McNally: You’re right, it would! If he can beat both of them, surely beating one of them must be a cake-walk. But, Danny is disciplined in Muay Thai Kickboxing, takes great risks without a second though and is arguably one of the most dominant wrestlers to step into a ring. You also include the fact that his stature is stacked again him with him only being 5’11 and 183 pounds, he uses that to his advantage and is one of the greatest to step into a ring.Edison: Yeah, but Jake Cheng has had more gold then Fort Knox!!! On top of the fact that Danny has never won the world championship and that Jake is the longest reigning Light Heavyweight Champion ever to grace the squared-circle as well as having YEARS more experience then Danny or ANTHRAX. You gotta’ give him the nod!Jake stands centre of the ring as the crowd await the next man in this match. The lights drop down to black as the crowd start to scream and cheer as the sound of repeated foot-steps are heard across the sound system. The ripple of cheers can be heard everywhere as the sound of a switch being flicked is heard followed by the low buzzing of an amplifier. Whistling can be heard from members of the crowd when suddenly… I WANNA ROCK!
ROCK! The sound of Twisted Sister’s I Wanna Rock hits as a spot-light flashes onto the entrance curtain. The guitar hits as Danny walks out with both arms raised above his head, double rock-horn style as Angelica ’68 clings to his chest by aid of a black guitar strap with white stars on it. The crowd raise absolute Hell as The Six-String Shogun salutes the fans with his index and his pinky with ANTHRAX following suit. McNally: Here comes the International Champ!Well these two have yet to make a clean finish in any match, neither man has beaten the other without masses of controversy. You see Spring into Hell, Jake won by holding onto the ropes, you see Omega Effect, Caitlynn Dufraisne distracted Jake long enough for Danny to revive. We’ve yet to see either man pull a decisive victory!Edison: Well that’s entirely true and don’t forget, ANTHRAX is in here. ANTHRAX is trained in more martial arts then I have fingers and he’s also the biggest man in the match, but not by much, only a couple of pounds and a few inches!Danny then starts to pluck strings on his guitar, no longer tuned in Drop D, which can’t be heard by anyone but him due to the loudness of the music and the lack of sensitivity from the microphones as ANTHRAX folds his arms and watches him showing off. However the crowd can see him and so can the television cameras, which are pointing at him from a low-point to make him look taller and more intimidating. He grimaces as he plays a quick nameless riff to himself as the crowds whoop in delight. Edison: Well there goes that showman style of Danny Mainer! So cocky yet so dangerous!McNally: He calls himself The Six-String Shogun but some have come to know him as the Six-String Showoff! Jake Cheng is powerful though and he doesn’t take any crap.Danny then puts his left leg forward and looks out into the audience as he bends his right knee. He then starts to wind-mill the strings of his guitar as white and purple jets of fireworks shoot out of the stage. His grimace turns into a brilliant white smile as he stops wind milling as he starts to walk down the stage to the delight of the crowd. He then drops to his knees half-way down the entrance ramp and throws up both his arms with rock-horns once more to the delight of the audience as a Mexican-wave style bright white pyro shoots up from stage all the way down to the bottom of the ramp. Phillip Jones: And from Las Vegas, Nevada, at a combined weight of 403 pounds… representing “The Maine Event”… “The Six-String Shogun” Danny MAINER and ANTHRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Danny then gets up and walks towards the ring. He hops up onto the apron before taking Angelica ’68 off. He holds it up by the neck for the audience to see with a fist raised in the air before climbing in to the ring as the crowd continue to woop and cheer for him. He then walks to the centre of the ring and then once more for the crowd he drops to his knees holding the guitar up by its neck and the rock horns above his head with his free right-hand as golden pyro shoots out of the turnbuckle posts. The crowd let out a final cry for The Six-String Shogun as Twisted Sister starts to die down and he takes position in the corner as he stares into the eyes of his opponent. Edison: Well that’s entirely true and don’t forget, ANTHRAX is in here. ANTHRAX knows more about martial arts then Thunder Train knows about food! He’s definitely going to contribute to the end-result.McNally: I agree! But let’s wait and see!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 21, 2008 16:19:54 GMT -5
The bell rings and both Danny and ANTHRAX stare at Jake with cold eyes. ANTHRAX folds his arms dressed completely inappropriately for the situation but nevertheless looking bad to the bone in a cream suit, top button undone. Jake only manages to turn his back to try and make his escape when Danny and ANTHRAX are all over him. They grab each of his wrists and spin him around before hitting a double kick to the gut hunching Jake over causing him to wheeze incredibly loudly. Danny and ANTHRAX then cinch up Jake and hit a Snap Double Suplex drilling him with a high level of power to the mat. Danny and ANTHRAX then start to do double-stamps to the grounded Jake Cheng in the centre of the ring wailing on The Chinese Phenom violently. Edison: Wow! This is brutal already!!!McNally: You bet, we’re not a minute into it and Jake is getting beaten down like a dog!Danny and ANTHRAX continue the stamping beat-down. ANTHRAX then takes a step backward and Danny takes multiple steps back. Danny then sprints forward and leaps over Jake, his left boot landing like a key in a lock into ANTHRAX’s cupped hands. ANTHRAX throws him up and Danny back-flips across Jake’s chest landing directly on his chest. Jake’s visibly shown having the wind knocked out of him. Danny then hooks the right leg with his left arm and the referee slides to make the count. Edison: COVER!McNally: Textbook assisted moonsault here!ONE!
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Kickout!Danny replies to this kickout by using his right arm to elbow Jake in the mouth. Danny then gets up and drags Jake with him. Danny then puts Jake in the front-face lock position. He then drops Jake with a Snap DDT. Jake’s head bounces off the mat as ANTHRAX just stares and watches the events unfold. Danny grabs Jake by his hair and yanks him up to the floor. Jake slams a fist into the gut of Danny but ANTHRAX runs in and nearly dislocates Jake’s head with a Shuffle Side Kick. Jake hits the deck and Danny high-fives the scouting bodyguard. Jake feels his brain roll around in his skull but he has no time to recover as Danny quickly drags him up to Jake up to his feet before putting him in DDT position. Danny raises one arm with the rock horns (the one that isn’t front facelocking Jake) and looks to the crowd. Edison: Uhoh! What’s Danny got up his sleeve here!McNally: I dunno, but what I do know is that it’s bad for Jake!Before Danny can execute whatever crazy manoeuvre he had planned though, Jake slips free of the clutch and delivers a kick to the head of Danny, Jake’s shin smashes into Danny’s skull and Danny falls backwards rolling onto the bottom rope. ANTHRAX tries to deliver another Shuffle Side Kick but Jake predicted this. He catches ANTHRAX by the ankle and twists him around. Back turned, Jake puts him in the Dragon Sleeper position before delivering a CRUSHING Shades of Helms! ANTHRAX is driven into the mat by an elbow to the sternum courtesy of The Chinese Phenom! Jake quickly vaults up to his feet just in time to see Danny Mainer flying off of the middle of the top-rope towards him. Jake sees this just in time to catch Danny and drop him with a VICIOUS Sit-Out Jawbreaker! Edison: Wow Maxwell, Cheng is kicking ass in there!McNally: Hah you got that right! He capitalized on the delay of what could’ve been a match ending manoeuvre and now he’s taking down the targets!Danny doesn’t fall to the floor; he instead falls so his neck is draped over the top rope. Equidistant been two turnbuckles. Jake vaults to his feet and grabs Danny by his head pulling him backwards. He then pushes Danny behind him still holding onto his head (cutter position) before sprinting towards the nearest turnbuckle. He vaults up, a turnbuckle at a time before attempting to complete THE LAST RESORT! But Danny shifts his weight and runs forward breaking the Sliced Bread attempt and instead hits a Super Spin-Out Powerbomb slamming Jake into the centre of the ring. Danny makes the cover! ONE!
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THR-OOH! Kickout!Danny seems to be somewhat in a state of shock that he actually managed to kick out of that high-impact, spine tingling move. Danny quickly revives ANTHRAX who is still down after The Shades of Helms by dragging him up to his feet. He then starts directing traffic by telling him what to do. Danny, amazed at Jake’s resilience salutes him before getting down to business. Danny picks up Jake and leaves him to stand wobbling from side to side trying to regain his balance. Danny then moves behind Jake leaving only one target left for Jake, Jake shakes the cob-webs out of his head and then suddenly springs forward with a right powerful fist to the face. ANTHRAX however easily counters this into The Scorpion Twist! The deadly wrist-lock takes Jake down to one knee and then almost like the goodnight kiss to this move, he slams a boot right into the temple with such impact it’s a miracle his skull didn’t crack or dent inwards. Edison: WOWZER! That was one Hell of a boot! Jake might need to see if any of that got to his brain! He can’t be feeling good after that one!!!McNally: I totally agree, ANTHRAX is as dangerous as he is unique!Now, Danny barks at ANTHRAX to bring him up to his feet which he does with haste. Then, he points over to the ropes and so ANTHRAX drags him over to the entrance ramp side of the ring. ANTHRAX then grabs Jake’s arms and hooks them behind him, like he was about to attempt an Unprettier ANTHRAX’s back right up to the ropes. Danny then bounces backwards off the opposing ropes and he leaps up for a STAR POWER: Dynamite Kick! He launches forward and… CRACK! Edison: SUHWIIIIIIIING AND A MISS!McNally: I’ll say!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 21, 2008 16:20:39 GMT -5
Danny quickly bounces up to his feet and when he sees Jake about ready to run and kick him, he’s in shock. It’s to be of note that the crowd are booing because Jake swerved and ANTHRAX got cracked in the jaw and sent flying over the top rope landing on his ass. Jake goes to capitalize on the grounded state of Danny but almost instantly vaults to his feet and thrusts a vicious elbow to the throat of Jake. Jake gags but before he can recover and throw an attack back Danny is putting both hands round Jake’s neck. Danny hits a Running Man Knee to the gut of Jake hunching him over. Danny then snaps in a Muay Thai Clinch and walks backwards to the centre of the ring hitting 6 consecutive knees to the gut completing The Gravedigger Kicker!Edison: This is the beginning of the end ladies and gentlemen! Danny’s about to hook Jake up for…McNally: The Power Chord. One of the most powerful moves in pro-wrestling today!From the clinch position, putting Jake in Piledriver position is just a simple switch. Danny stands with Jake’s head between his legs, he then raises both arms in the air doing the rock horns as the crowd go absolutely loco. However, the crowd immediately start to boo for a reason unbeknownst to Danny. Danny looks to the left and then looks to the right but as he looks to the right… WHAMMY! Edison: What the Heck?!McNally: Dammit all! It may not have been a fair match to begin with but that sure as Hell wasn’t a fair end result!Danny hits the floor with a thud and Jake lands on his ass in a dizzy daze. Danny is left completely unconscious on the floor as BK LONDON stands in the centre of the ring with both arms raised, triumphantly laying out Mainer with The Shades of Michaels. Realizing he has little time to waste before either ANTHRAX or the referee notices what he’s done (who is lying unconscious on the mat after an elbow to the back of the head), BK drags Jake from his seated position and then drapes him over Danny’s shoulders. He quickly gets out of dodge as the referee shows signs of life. He quickly rolls out of the ring as the referee slowly but surely slams his hand to the mat. ONE!
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DING! DING! DING!Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match by pinfall… JAKE CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENG!Edison: Credit due to Cheng but there’s no way he would’ve won this match if it weren’t for that BK London assistance!McNally: BK evened up the score! I’m not sure if this was justified or not to be quite honest ladies and gentlemen! But Hell, it changed the end result!As the screen starts to turn to black signalling the arrival of the end segment while Crisis by Alexisonfire plays, we’re shown BK helping Cheng walk backwards in the ramp as ANTHRAX runs into the ring to help the possibly jaw-shattered Danny Mainer. The camera changes back and forth to ANTHRAX glancing down at Danny then at Top Draw and then to a shot of BK and Jake walking backwards, Jake groggy out of his mind. It is on these scenes that the show ends. The Cold War just got seriously hot… Fade to Black
End of Show
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Post by Dan White on Jul 21, 2008 16:22:21 GMT -5
Short show? What is this?! This is madness! If anybody uses the cliched and crappy "Spartaaaa" joke then you have no life. On to Meltdown!
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Post by TWMoney on Jul 21, 2008 16:46:28 GMT -5
short show but good.
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Post by rosslambert on Jul 21, 2008 16:54:18 GMT -5
No TK... a mini Jay Zero segment... no Jake Steele... no Silencio... no James Murphy.
This has got to be the poorest turnout for a show ever, but what did make it was awesome.
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Post by BK London on Jul 21, 2008 22:23:29 GMT -5
Short show, but it got to the point.
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Post by Commissioner Zero on Jul 21, 2008 23:55:03 GMT -5
Mini Zero segment has a reason. If you read that post in the urgencies section, I'm on vacation. >_>
Short but nice show. *Thumbs up to McKaye segments*
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