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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 8, 2008 15:44:40 GMT -5
Monday Night Warfare 8th September 2008
Schedule of Matches: ---------------------------------------
Bryce vs. Jonny Hughes
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EOTR Qualifying Match Jay Zero vs. Wayde Russeller
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Dan White vs. XS3
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EOTR Qualifying Match Thunder Train vs. Jake Steele
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BK London vs. Mystery Opponent
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 8, 2008 15:49:07 GMT -5
The ACW Manifesto credit: Jonny Hughes[/center] Earlier today… We open our ACW broadcast in what appears to be the press room of the ACW arena. The camera is looking over a gaggle of journalists from all kinds of wrestling publications and local newspapers who are all facing the stage in front of them, the wall is adorned with a large plaque with the ACW logo engraved in it, situated at the front of the stage is a lectern which is, one again, emblazoned with the ACW logo. Several photographers are lining the side walls of the room, holding their cameras in anticipation of the upcoming conference. Suddenly the room bursts into life as the stage door opens and Brian Bravado and Samantha O’Neal enter the room, flashbulbs flicker as Bravado makes his way to the lectern. When he reaches the lectern he unbuttons his jacket and removes his sunglasses, casually slipping them into his breast pocket, he adjusts the microphone to his level and composes himself for a minute before addressing the assembled members of the press.Bravado: Ladies and Gentlemen of the press, firstly I’d like to thank you all for coming here today on such short notice. We appreciate the effort that you have all made to be here and we appreciate the fact that you have been left in the dark as to why you’re here. But now is the time for me to let you all in on the loop, today Samantha and myself were approached by our client who asked us to call a press conference because he has something to say and he wants to make sure all the right people are here to hear this message. So ladies and gentlemen, without further delay, ‘The Shooter’ Jonny Hughes.Brian Bravado motions with his hand towards the door as it opens and Jonny Hughes steps out, all dressed up in a flashy suit, carrying a piece of paper with him as flashbulbs go off once more as the photographers try to get the best shot possible. Hughes heads straight for the lectern, avoiding the outstretched hand of Brian Bravado as he does so. He places his piece of paper on the lectern and adjusts the microphone to the height of a fully developed human being rather than the height, or therein lack of, of Brian Bravado. Hughes casually rests his hands on the wooden surface and clears his throat.Hughes: Assembled members of the press I would like to extend my personal thanks out to each and every one of you for attending today. I’m sure that you didn’t come here to exchange pleasantries so I’ll get straight down to business. I have called you all here because I have, in my hand, my manifesto.Cue confusion in the press room. A manifesto is usually associated with politics rather than the pro wrestling world. If anything, this confusion only helps Hughes as the confusion over the issue will lead to controversy and as someone once said, controversy creates cash. Hughes waits for the murmuring to die down before continuing.Hughes: My manifesto will outline my intentions towards the ACW roster and before you ask, I will not be revealing my targets to you today or at other stage. You will all find out who I’m targeting when the target finds out. Now without further adieu I will outline the main principles of my manifesto.
The main intended outcome is self advancement. By following out my plans I will ultimately rise up the ACW ranks to a position that I feel I deserve. I will do so by simply ridding ACW of its favourite sons. I will go to any means necessary to achieve this aim, if you cast your mind back to the start of this calendar year you will remember the lengths I went to against Andrew Starr. Starr, a man well renowned for his mean streak was outfought and outthought by yours truly. So if you’re looking for an example of the lengths I am willing to go to in order to achieve my goal. That whole ordeal is the benchmark for things here on in.
The second intended outcome of my plan is to single-handedly tarnish the reputation of my enemies. You see, when I watch the ACW shows it hits me that there are so many lies told on-screen. I know all of these people on a personal basis from the time I have spent in ACW and over this time I have come to realise that there are very few honest people in this company, there are very few people who are themselves when that red light is on and the tape is rolling. To put it in simple terms, in ACW there is no…originality, all of the people that the ACW faithful adore are just tired recycled gimmicks we’ve all seen before. The only person in this company who has any originality is yours truly. What you see is what you get with me, how I am on screen is exactly how I am off-screen. So during my purge of ACW I will show the true colours of everyone in this locker room. I will force everyone to breaking point in order for you to see them for who they really are. And I will start with Jake Steele, you all know Jake Steele as the hottest young talent in ACW and in all honesty he is talented but he’s not the happy go lucky guy you all seem to think you know. Jake Steele is hiding something, a dark secret. How do I know this? Because I’ve seen it before, Jake Steele isn’t the first person I’ve encountered who is hiding a secret and he won’t be the last. You all saw a glimpse of his dark side on Thursday, and if I have my way there will be more to come.
Ladies and Gentlemen, those are my intentions for my purge of this locker room and that is my manifesto. Jake Steele is just the start ACW so I’d pay close attention to everything that happens between Jake Steele and I and take note, because my next target could be you.Literally as soon as Hughes finishes his last sentence he gathers his manifesto and simply heads for the exit as the assembled members of the press all hurl questions in his direction in vain. Brian Bravado attempts to calm the crowd of journalists as the scene fades to black.Fade
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 8, 2008 15:49:57 GMT -5
Segment: Plagued Loss (Credit: BK London)
Upon returning to Warfare, promoting the Seven Deadly Sins DVD that will be in stores everywhere tomorrow, BK London and Stephan Russo are making their way through the ever busy hallways of the ACW arena. This is BK London's first appearance since what occurred last week on Meltdown, and he is still furious about the situation and how it went down.
BK London: ...I'm going to kill that motherfucker.
Stephan Russo: ..maybe you should just calm down, you think rather unrationally when you're angry. Calm down, and we'll think of a plan to get Mr. Andrews back.
BK London: Calm down? CALM DOWN?! Thursday Night was supposed to be one of the finest nights of my career. Every athelete dreams of the day when they can finally retire after leaving their mark on a company, changing history, and my dreams were crushed when that asshole came out. Something has to be done about that Russ, something HAS to be done.
Stephan Russo: Trust me, something will be done. I've made a few calls, and I guarantee that before the night is over - Scott Andrews will get his.
BK London: ...it better, because the rep of OCW cannot be compromised simply because Scott Andrews is finally cashing in that stupid briefcase.
They continue making their way down the hallway, passing wrestlers and crew members littered across the halls talking, when suddenly BK London stops.
BK London: ...do you hear that?
Stephan Russo: I don't hear anything.
BK London: You don't hear anything? I know when I hear the sound of laughter - hell, I know when someone's laughing at me.
Sharply turning his head around, BK London spotted none other than Gary conversating with other Fallout talent, but as BK London approaches them - the other talent quickly disperse, leaving Gary all to his lonesone.
BK London: ...we're you...we're you just laughing at me?
Gary: ..n-no BK, I wou-
BK London: - You were just laughing at me? Weren't you? WEREN'T YOU?! And what exactly do you find funnny, huh? Do you take joy in my misery? Do you laugh at the fact that my farewell address was ruined by Scott Andrews?!
Gary: No, we we're talking about something el-
BK London: - You know what? I've had a lot of losses in my career, but one loss stays significant in everyone's mind! And it was that loss against you years ago Gary! Ever since you eliminated me from that battle royal a few years back, you've been coasting off the success of that and I haven't really gotten my revenge, have I? HAVE I?!
Gary is definitely intimidated at this point, and he's looking for any opportunity to run from this situation, but BK London backs him up into a nearby wall.
BK London: Russo..
Stephan Russo: Yes?
BK London: I want you to make a match for tonight. BK London versus Gary, one on one.
Stephan Russo: You sure about that?
BK London: I'm absolutely sure about it.
Stephan Russo: Fine, then you've got it.
There's no shortage of heat for BK London at this moment, but he smiles when the match is officially made by Stephan Russo - who can make the match because he now owns Fallout.
BK London: Suit up Gary.
BK London walks off at this moment, leaving Gary not too happy with the thought of him facing BK London later tonight. Usually Gary is seen as a more playful fella backstage, but tonight, if he wants to survive against BK London - he's going to have to throw that out the window.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 8, 2008 15:51:23 GMT -5
Segment: The Democracy is in Effect (Credit: Train/XS3) As we cut to the back, the first person we see is Thunder Train, pacing slowly but anxiously in the Road Steelers locker room. He looks down at his tag team title with a small hint of concern. Just then, the door opens and none other than XS3 steps in.Train: Well?!? Any luck this time?XS3 looks up at Train and solemnly shakes his head, giving off a vibe of disappointment. Train takes a deep breath to avoid freaking out.XS3: I've tried his cell phone, I've tried contacting some of his close peers but no one seems to know where he went.Train: Gah!...Well, what are we going to do? I'm not ready to forfeit these titles--Just before Train can say anything, XS3 puts a hand up to his face.XS3: Now hold on. Before you get all wrapped up in the future of the tag team titles, listen to me. When we first formed the Road Steelers, the three of us agreed that this would be more than a stable. This would be a democracy, where members have their say in what goes on with the stable. Now, I can't speak for Steele because I don't even know where he is. Regardless, this place needs tag team champions so until he gets back…XS3 looks over at one of the lockers and kicks it open. Just like that, the other ACW Tag Team title falls onto the ground and XS3 picks up it, placing it on his shoulder.XS3: …it looks like I'm going to have to keep this warm for him. What do you think?Train ponders the decision for a little while before realizing that XS3 has a point. The two then take in a handshake and a fist pound.Train: All right, that sounds good to me… But… Just curious, what if something happens to you as well? I mean, now that Thunderkiss went all demon-like, and we still have OCW around along with NUE, we've got to continually watch our backs!XS3: Oh you won't have to worry about me. See, if I too am taken out of the equation, I have a substitute of my own lined up…XS3 then turns and motions for someone to enter the locker room. Train's eyes then go wide as a midget that looks like XS3 enters the room and begins playing air guitar. XS3 then looks at Train and puts his pinky finger to his mouth a la Dr. Evil.XS3: I SHALL CALL HIM… LITTLE X.Train then looks at the camera with a "" look on his face as XS3 smirks.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 8, 2008 15:52:15 GMT -5
Match 1: Bryce vs. Jonny Hughes (Credit: Hughes) Tale of the Tape
Bryce Age: 25 Height: 5"11 Weight: 210 lb Hometown: Palo Alto, California Wrestling Style: Technical/High Flyer
Jonny Hughes Age: 24 Height: 6’1 Weight: 220lbs Hometown: Hartlepool, England Wrestling Style: Striking/Technical Match Start: Hughes and Bryce start the match with a cautious approach, seeing as the pair have not met in the ring before this match. The pair lock horns and the action picks up with a quick exchange of chain wrestling from the two which ends with the Indy stand-off we’ve all become accustomed to but neither man is wrestling for popularity here and the pair have a face to face jawing session which ends with Bryce slapping the taste out of Jonny Hughes’ mouth. Hughes takes offence to this and unleashes a few hard slaps to the face of Bryce who is rocked by the sudden and harsh assault. Hughes takes charge by chopping Bryce across the chest with great intensity, he continues the assault by hitting a number of stiff kicks to the legs and midsection of Bryce. He drags Bryce away from the ropes and hits a quick Snap Suplex which he rolls through into a pin for a 2 count. Match Mid-Point: Hughes continues his attack until Bryce spots an opportunity and takes it, countering a Suplex by Hughes into a quick Russian Leg Sweep which he follows up with a rolling Senton to turn the match in his favour. Bryce stomps away at Hughes before he waits for Hughes to rise to his feet and hits him with a sweet Dropsault as he turns the match in his favour. Match Ending: The finish comes after a period of Bryce dominance, after hitting Hughes with Heaven’s Wrath for a near fall Bryce leaps over the top rope and onto the apron, he waits for Hughes to rise to his feet before leaping into the air and springboarding onto the top rope for a high Crossbody. However Hughes catches Bryce in mid-air and quickly hits a swinging backbreaker which he immediately follows up with the Hughes Special, locked in the centre of the ring Bryce has no alternative but to submit to the move handing Hughes the victory. Winner: Jonny Hughes by Submission Post Match Segment After Bryce has submitted and the referee has awarded Hughes the victory he marches over to Philip Jones and demands the microphone from the ring announcer. Bryce slips out of the ring and heads to the back as Hughes takes the microphone in his hand. He walks over to his corner and picks up his trusty kendo stick for protection. He walks into the center of the ring and raises the microphone to his lips.Hughes: Jake Steele…You disappoint me, I was expecting you to come out here during my match, which is why I brought this.Hughes raises his kendo stick in the air which brings boos from the Warfare crowd. He simply shakes this off and continues.Hughes: You know Jake…I was hoping you wouldn’t be so weak, I was hoping this would be more of a challenge, that it would be more…fun and exciting. I didn’t think it would be this easy to break you…It seems that you’re a weaker human being than I thought. It looks like my plans have changed once again and I must move onto my next target.Hughes throws the microphone to Philip Jones and is about to leave when he is interrupted.MONEY!
MONEY!
MONEY!
MONEY!
CAKE! ... I need da' cake nigga ...Hughes freezes as the entrance music of Jake Steele plays over the AlphaTron, he clenches his kendo stick tightly in anticipation of Steele’s arrival. But as ‘Cake’ by Lloyd Banks continues to play without any sight of Jake Steele both Hughes and the fans realise that Jake Steele is playing the game, this must prove it. He’s trying to get inside Hughes’ head and judging by his reaction to Jake’s entrance music it is fair to say that it’s working. Hughes’ grip on his kendo stick loosens and he starts to relax as the entrance music fades away and we fade to our next scene.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 8, 2008 15:53:13 GMT -5
Segment: The Deal of the Century (Credit: Henry McKaye, Jay Zero) [As the cameras cut to the locker room, Jay Zero is gearing up for his match against the current Entertainment Champion, the New Upper Echelon's Wayde Russeller. Despite a recent series of strong wins over some of the more elite members of ACW's roster, Jay was frequently denied title opportunities that he felt he had earned. Unlike many members of the ACW roster, Jay had no real attachments to either chairman as he felt he had been mislead by OCW's Stephan Russo and disrespected by ACW's Gingerdude. As they say in war, though, there was no such thing as an innocent bystander, and Jay was getting ready to learn this.] [Just as Jay was fastening his kick pads, his locker room opened and the “God of War” Henry McKaye entered. Zero was up in flash, quick to take an defensive position as McKaye stood there with his hands up in the air.] Henry McKaye: Whoa whoa whoa, Mr. Zero... there's no sense in getting riled up before your Emperor of the Ring Qualifying match. Zero :: ...What the hell do you want? [/center][/color] Henry McKaye: Me? I just want to have a little chat with you. [Henry certainly wasn't dressed for battle as he sat down on the locker room bench in black dress pants, dress shoes, and a button-up pinstripe shirt. The God of War casually patted on the bench, signaling for Jay to have a seat behind him. Jay stood firmly with his fists up and showed no interest of letting his guard down.] Henry McKaye: Tell me, Mr. Zero... how long have you been breaking your body down for the opportunity to get at the OCW Heavyweight title? Zero :: The OCW Title? Well - I don't think I've been going for some hunk of defaced shit called the OCW Heavyweight title! But the ACW title, heh, whole 'nother story... About a year and a half. [/center][/color] [Henry giggles under his breath at Jay's answer.] Zero :: Oh what? So I'm making you laugh now? Screw you! What the hell do you want?! [/center][/color] Henry McKaye: Well, if you must know, Mr. Zero, it's ridiculous that you've been working so hard for no reward. Unfortunately for you, that's just how doing things the “hard way” works out. Sometimes in very rare situations, all of that hard work pays off and you get what you deserve... but in most cases, the opposite happens. It could be easier, and you of all people should know that. After all, you're a former member of the fabled Entourage. Mhm, I'm well aware that you should realize that all you have to do is tap into the right resources and then the world will be at your fingertips... Zero :: Oh yeah? Well cut to the chase, your face is boring me. [/center][/color] Henry McKaye: Quite frankly, I see potential in you, Jay, and my boss does too. All of this hoop jumping you've been doing as of late has been a test, and you've passed with flying colors. You see, we don't like people who'll just sit and smile as they're continually screwed out of their god given right. We do, however, like people who rant, rave, and take their frustration out on their opponents in the ring... and that's just what you've been doing. In fact, you remind me of two of my former students, Ravage and our old friend AC Evans. Evans' had your same thirst for gold but, unfortunately for him, he didn't share your relentless drive to obtain it. Zero :: Alright, listen. First off! I don't give a shit about your past and your German glory days! 'K? The past is the past and that's where things should stay. And second off, I really couldn't care less about your students! Especially AC Evans! I dominated that kid in the ring twice in a row! Heh -- All the lil' twerp had goin' for him was some badly bleached hair! And hey! Look where that got him! On a one-way flight back home and right into the shadows of guys like you and me! Evans is in the past now - heh...and that's where HE should stay! [/center][/color] Henry McKaye: Without the past, we'd have nothing to base the future on, Jay, but since you do have a match coming up tonight... I'll make this quick. When BK London signed on the dotted line with Russo, he got his title shot within a month, and Jake Cheng got his International shot as a result of Mr. Russo's plans. Hell, AC Evans was thrown in the Entertainment title three-way by Russo himself. So, Mr. Zero, imagine just how long it would take for you to get your title shot if you joined us. Russo is a very big fan of yours, Jay, and he believes you'd be an invest to OCW's future in ACW... I'd say you could get whatever your little heart desires... [Henry didn't outright make Zero an offer, but a deal was put on the table so to speak. Henry didn't wait for Jay to respond to anything else he had said before standing up and motioning towards the locker room door.] Henry McKaye: Take however long you'd like to come up with your answer, I'll be seeing you. Oh... do me a favor tonight, Jay, and crush Wayde Russeller tonight. I don't appreciate people trying to claim something they never achieved... especially if it's at my expense. [With that, Henry was out of the locker room, leaving Jay to think about what had just gone on... as well as his match with Wayde Russeller tonight.]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 8, 2008 15:54:02 GMT -5
Segment: Short but Sweet Credit: Wayde Russeller
The scene fades into Wayde Russeller sitting on the couch in the NUE locker room. He is staring intently at his Entertainment Title. Diamond walks in and he doesn't even look up. She looks from him to the belt and then back to him again. She walks up to him and wraps her arms around his chest and still he does not look up or even move.
Diamond: Baby, you have been sitting here all day staring at that belt.
Wayde: Not THAT belt......my belt.
Diamond: Ok sorry, YOUR belt. Whats wrong with you today, you have a Emperor of the Ring qualifying match and you should be getting excited!
Wayde: Yeah, Emperor of the Ring. Thats good and all but I have one focus tonight. Mr. Red.
Diamond: Wayde, you should be focused on the Jay Zero, not Red. You don't even know if he is gonna show up tonight.
Wayde: He'll be here
Diamond: How do you know that?
Wayde: Because, he thinks he is better than me. He thinks he can take this away from me. But he can't. No one can. Getting in this tournament would be great, but I gotta protect the title I already have. And I will do that at any cost.
Diamond: I understand sweetie, but this street fight.....are you sure its a good idea? What if you get hurt? What if your carear ends because of this match?
Wayde: At any cost
Just as Diamond is about to give up the fight for common sense Gingerdude comes into the room. He goes up to Wayde and shakes his head.
Ginger: Wayde, I think this has gone too far. Red is suspended.....let him serve his suspension and move on. Nothing good can come from this.
Wayde: Ginger, what didn't you understand last week? Red crossed the line twice. Now we have to settle this. NO ONE disrespects Wayde Russeller. Red not only won't beat me, he CAN'T beat me. Tonight, his suspension won't mean anything. NUE doesn't mean anything. Its me and him, to settle the question, who is the better ET Champion.
Ginger: So your gonna put EVERYTHING on the line, your belt, your health, his health, all for what? A pissing contest? Just to prove your stream goes further than his??
Wayde: I wouldn't expect you of all people to understand. This match is gonna happen.
Ginger: Well Wayde, as you know, as long as Red does not enter the building there is nothing we can do to stop you guys. However me and the rest of ACW management want you to understand we are STRONGLY against this.
Wayde: Understood.
Ginger turns to leave but then stops and slowly turns around
Ginger: And Wayde?
Wayde: What
Ginger: Don't take Jay Zero lightly in this match coming up. He is a crazed man with one mission, the ACW Title. You don't take him seriously, you might not make it to your second match against Red.
With that he turns and leaves. Wayde gets up, looks in Diamonds eyes, and gives her a kiss. He picks up his title and the camera turns with Wayde to show Gooey sitting in the corner.
Wayde: You know what to do tonight.
Gooey: Yea I got it Wayde.
Wayde: Good. Tonight Goo, you show the world why you belong in New Upper Echelon.
With that he turns and walks to the door with a concerned looking Diamond right behind him. The scene fades as the camera zooms in on Gooey who seems to be trying to remember what he is supposed to do tonight.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 8, 2008 15:54:55 GMT -5
Segment: You Got Told
(Credit: Scott Andrews)
On Meltdown Scott Andrews promised to make an impact, and slowly but surely his actions are staying true to his words. Last week he destroyed a hallway and everything in his way until he came across a framed picture, and because of his actions he has been called into Chairman Gingerdude’s office for a stern talking to.
The scene opens with Chairman Gingerdude filing through some paper work until he hears a knock at the door.
Ginger: Come in.
The door slowly swings open until the figure of Scott Andrews is clearly visible. Ginger looks up to see the Scarlet Assassin enter the room and quickly looks back at his paper work.
Ginger: Ah, Scott, do sit.
Scott takes a seat in front of the co-Chairman’s desk and rests one leg on top of the other and folds his arms.
Scott: So what’s this about?
Ginger isn’t that stupid to believe that Scott doesn’t know why he’s here.
Ginger: Are you aware that you destroyed company property last week in your attempt to bring attention to yourself?
Scott: I’m just doing what you guys won’t do; give me the time of day to let me shine. I thought you would have been proud of me taking out that portrait though, Ginge.
Scott reaches into his bag and pulls out the spray paint laden portrait that until now was unseen by the public eye. Scott lays it out on Ginger’s desk and the crowd cheer as the picture shows all the OCW members with a huge bulls eye sprayed over the picture.
Scott: You saying you’ve had a change of heart about these guys?
Ginger: Not in the slightest, Scott, but in any case you’ve destroyed company property and because of that you were not booked tonight.
Bursting into the room is Stephan Russo who obviously wasn’t expecting to see Scott nor the picture laying on Ginger’s desk.
Russo: Bad time? What’s that on your desk?
He walks closer to see the portrait of himself and the others covered in a red target and removed from it’s frame.
Russo: Scott, I’m going to assume this was you?
Scott: You bet your ass it was; what are you gonna do about it?
Russo: First of all I’d watch your mouth, it’s going to get you in deep trouble. Secondly, I’d watch your actions; you’re heading towards suspension. Defacing that wonderful portrait of us fine gentlemen was the first thing you did wrong, Scott. Don’t make any more of those mistakes.
Scott chuckles quietly to himself, obviously not heeding Russo’s warning in the slightest. He stands and looks Russo in the eye.
Scott: Russo, you think you’re tough. You act like this schoolyard bully who’s out to ruin the lives of anyone who doesn’t agree with you. Well guess what? I’m the guy who’s gonna take you out. I’m going to do whatever the hell I want, and you’re just going to have to deal with it.
Scott pushes past Russo as the co-Chairman scoffs and acts generally disgusted with Scott. The door slams shut as the scene comes to a close.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 8, 2008 15:56:28 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Uplifting spirits? (Credit: XS3)
Saturday September 6, 2008
A quiet buzz filled the interior of this almost-silent house. No one was around, save for a couple of people. At the kitchen table, Matt Irvine, better known as XS3, had finally finished penning down potential lyrics for a possible new band or project. As he set the pen down, XS3 took a mixed sigh, a combination of disappointment from his loss to Jay Zero on Meltdown and confusion as to where things had been heading recently in ACW. All he had to do now was wrap his head around the thoughts of how he was going to handle himself in the Emperor of the Ring tournament.
Before anything else could overtake his thoughts, the sounds of a door opening and closing cut his thought process. XS3 shook his head to clear his head and soon turned to see his wife Christine. She smiled and looked down at her stomach, almost as if she was proud of being four months pregnant. XS3 smiled and opened his arms for Christine, who took the invitation with an embrace before sitting down on her husband's lap.
Christine: Hey honey… How are you feeling?
As she spoke, she playfully batted away a strand of hair from XS3's face. All he could do was smile faintly.
XS3: Well, I'm only a little disappointed. The main reason is that I didn't finish him off when I could have.
The couple nodded solemnly before XS3 looked up at her.
XS3: But you know what? Fuck it, you learn from mistakes and you only want to get back on your feet after something like that. That's why I came home to focus harder than I've ever focused before onto winning this Emperor of the Ring tournament. I honestly believe that I can stand a chance. I'm reaching inside myself to succeed whether I have to beat Josh the Jersey Boy, Kudo or anyone that stands in my path. This is it. This is my calling. If there was ever a bigger time for destiny, this is it.
Christine nodded once more, almost as if she was drawn into her husband's recently newfound sense of confidence.
Christine: Matt, I know that you can do this. Just remember that as long as we have each other, you can do whatever you want.
XS3: Well, seeing as how we're here together, I… could use a little more inspiration.
XS3 gave his signature smirk as Christine leaned in and pecked him on the lips.
XS3: Little more.
Another peck.
XS3: Little more…
Another peck.
XS3: Little moooooore…
Christine raised an eyebrow with a sly grin on her face before finally deciding to lock lips with her husband. After about ten seconds, the two finally released and the only response to come from XS3's lips was…
XS3: Too much, take it back.
XS3 chuckled as Christine playfully punched him in the arm. Just then, the door was opened once more, drawing a brief bit of confusion from the two. The door then closed and the unexpected guest was revealed to be XS3's half-brother, Punished Fox. He looked on at XS3 with his hands in his pockets.
Fox: Hey man, sorry to hear about the loss on Thursday.
XS3: Don't worry about it, Anthony. I got it all sorted out.
Fox simply smiled and folded his arms, almost as if he thought otherwise.
Fox: I know you would but just in case, I decided to get some money I had lying around to hire you a motivational speaker.
XS3 and Christine looked on in confusion as Fox motioned for someone else to come in. At that moment, a Mexican man entered the room, wearing khakis, a blue golf shirt and a cheesy smile on his face.
Fox: He said his name was "No English". It's probably a foreign name.
"No English": Hello are you? I count 1-2-5!
Fox looked at his half-brother and shrugged his shoulders, wanting him to go with the flow. Christine subsequently facepalmed and XS3 soon followed afterwards.
XS3: This is going to be a long month.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 8, 2008 15:57:41 GMT -5
Match 2: EOTR Qualifying Match Jay Zero vs. Wayde Russeller (Credit: Wayde) Match Start: The match starts with Jay Zero laughing at his EOTR opponent and mocking him. This doesn't last long as Wayde hits a running double leg tackle that sends Zero out of the ring. Jay Zero gets up still shocked and Wayde pulls off an uncharachteristic move as he dives over the top rope and connects with diving shoulder block. Wayde is first up still a little shakey and he grabs Zero and hits some hard forearms to the back. He hits some more strong fists before throwing Zero back in the ring. Middle of Match: Wayde continues his attack for most of the match until Zero pokes him in the eye and lands a Standing Zero-Sen kick that causes Wayde to drop to the mat. Wade lays on the mat and Zero takes a minute to revive himself before remembering the seriousness of this match and jumping make a pin attempt which gets 2. He picks up Wayde and hits trade mark The Head Butt. He climbs the second rope and when Wayde gets to his feet and Zero jumps and sends him back down with a rolling spear. Another pin attempt for 2 before Wayde kicks out. Zero once again climbs the ropes and goes for a hurricarana but Wayde catchs him and without missing a beat sends him to the mat with a powerbomb that makes the crowd OOOOOO Match End: After several pin attempts by Wayde to no avail hw decides to finish Zero for good. He hits and Air Plane spin slam and then a quick leg drop. Wayde stands up and signals for a Southern Justice. Zero gets up and and Wayde goes for but Zero hits a low blow that the ref misses in the confusion of the move. Zero quickly turns and grabs Wayde and plants him with Zero Darkness before makin the cover for the three Winner: Jay ZeroIt was a close intense match and Wayde looked ready to go to the EOTR tournament before Zero suddenly hit his finisher for the win. As Zero celebrates in the ring Wayde gets up and grabs the ref. His EOTR hope have been crushed but he still needs a ref for his big match of the night for him, his Unsanctioned Street Fight for the Entertainment title. This ref was coming with him to ref that contest coming up later in the night. Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 8, 2008 15:59:24 GMT -5
Segment: Get off your arse (Credit: Dan)
The segment opens up at a pub known as “The Irishman”. A bit generic, and inside it is just like a stereotypical Irish pub. Of course these sorts of places are all the rage across America, particularly in New York, where one might want to clutch onto the remaining clasp of ethnicity they have. Anything to avoid having to admit they're actually American, eh? Figures. Anyways, Dan's sitting by himself, enjoying a pre-match pint, whilst the highlights of the football from the weekend shows. There's a few other punters about, but they keep to themselves. For the large part. A group of rowdy Irishmen start to get a tad louder, and Dan isn't in the mood to be interrupted in such a manner. Without a moment's hesitation, he spins around, facing the group of 6 fairly burly middle-aged Irishmen, and speaks.
Dan: Can you please shut up?
The Irishmen don't treat kindly to being spoken to in such a rude manner, and a couple of me sitting at the front of the table stand up, facing Dan. The one to the left speaks first.
Irishman 1: Who told you to speak, ya daft cunt?.
Dan smirks, taking another sip of his drink.
Irishman 2: Oi, you'll show some respect and pay attention when he's talking to you, ya-...
The man abruptly stops, and Dan knows that a racial slur just managed to crawl back into the man's throat. Dan smirks again, emptying his pint glass and putting it on the bar.
Dan: Look, I've had a pretty bad couple of weeks. The last thing I need is a group of fake Irish mongs chanting songs you've only ever heard on the television, and ruining what is a pre-match ritual for me. So if you will kindly turn your arses, and please fuck off?
The sounds of knuckles cracking and fists clenching – if it ever actually made a sound – is apparent, and it seems like Dan won't even make it to his match later.
Irishman 1: Listen pal, you're gonna fuckin' regret saying that-
Dan: -Yeah?
Irishman 1: Aye
Dan: Come here and say that, you Protestant dick.
Dan notices the orange band, which obviously is a sign of Protestantism. Being a Catholic, Dan's pretty much ensured that by the end of the night he'll be a vegetable, and the first Irishman marches forwards, his chest sticking out and his fists clenched, ready to make Dan an utter mess. But these men obviously don't know that Dan's a professional wrestler, and the man's pals are shocked as Dan leaps up and strikes the dude in the side of the temple with an elbow. The man falls to the ground, completely knocked out, but Dan knows that this has just added fuel to the fire, as the remaining five don't exactly look too pleased. They approach Dan, but the cock of a gun loading is heard, and the six turn to the barman, who's brandished a shotgun.
Barman: Now, I suggest you all get your arses out of my bar before I repaint my pub with your blood and guts.
He looks like he's serious, and the Irishmen quickly and reluctantly hustle out of the pub, waiting for Dan. Dan stays stood, switching between the barman, the door, and the man he knocked out on the floor.
Dan: Dude, I'm well sorry. Is there a back door? I don't really want my guts torn out of my stomach.
The barman sighs.
Barman: Aye. Through there.
Dan: Ace, cheers
Dan makes his exit through the back door, having shown off some unnecessary violence along the way. But then, violence is basically his first natural nature, and in a way this will send a message to those like Jay Zero, or Danny Richards, or XS3 that the Emperor of the Ring is truly Dan's, or he's outta there.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 8, 2008 16:00:28 GMT -5
Segment: Taking Back the Number of the Beast (Birth of a God: Chapter 6)
[With a week off to prepare for the match, Henry had plenty of time to let a few of his nagging injuries heal up as well as study tapes of Kroenen's matches in WXW. The only downside was that Henry could only train in the ring on the mat on certain days as WXW officials wanted to keep him and Kroenen as far apart as possible before their match. So, since Henry was given the week off, that properly booted him out of the hotels that the staff registered the talent to stay in at night... leaving him with his only “friend” in Germany to stay with.]
[At first, staying with Casper was awkward, but no different than moving in with a new person regardless of the situation. Quite frankly, people are going to be annoyed with one another to the point but much to Henry's surprise, he was actually starting to like the girl. Sure, she dressed like a freak and made a living taking off said freak clothes, but she had a good heart and well intentions inside. In the mornings, she'd make him breakfast and drink coffee with him and he'd teach her about the wrestling business while he studied Kroenen's matches. She may have had her quirks, but, all in all, she wasn't too bad.]
[The week had come and gone, and everything that Henry had planned to do had been done. He had let his aches and pains rest, he had studied Kroenen and dissected his moveset to it's smallest detail, and he was mentally prepared for this. All that was left to do, was call his wife and let her know he was coming home. Henry hadn't spoken to Nicole since the night Mason ditched him in the Reeperbahn, but the happiness in her voice made Henry forget any thoughts that she was going to be mad at him. Thanks to the long distance card, Henry didn't feel rushed this time talking to Nicole, and it gave him plenty of time to finally explain just exactly what was going on down there this whole time. So, while he was explaining the nightmares of WXW, she was telling him stories about his daughter and what she had been learning while he was away. Chrissy had turned into a fearless, daredevil who was capable of jumping from the couch to the chair arm in one giant leap. Once, she missed the chair arm and landed hard on her shoulder and didn't cry a single tear. Instead, she climbed back on the couch and tried again. Henry couldn't have felt prouder for his little girl, but these stories were breaking his heart – he was missing so much. The conversation finally reached the point that Henry had been waiting for.]
Nicole McKaye: Henry... when are you coming home?
Henry McKaye: Saturday morning. I'll be on the first flight home... I promise.
[Henry could feel the sunshine that omitted from Nicole's voice and he couldn't stop smiling as she spoke.]
Nicole McKaye: Good, the sooner you get home the better. I've missed you... Chrissy has missed you... we just want you home so bad, Henry. I don't want to sound paranoid... but this time has felt different.
Henry McKaye: Different? What do you mean?
[Nicole's voice grew more serious and softer as she spoke.]
Nicole McKaye: We've been doing this for over ten years now, Hank, and I've seen you come and go hundreds of times. At first, I'd get worried that you would get hurt or worse and I wouldn't be able to be there for you. Then, as time went on, I knew you could handle yourself and I wouldn't get as worried... but every day you've been gone, I've been a nervous wreck. I don't know what it is about this time... but I'm scared, Hank.
Henry McKaye: Well, Nic, in two days this will be behind us and we'll start a new life.
Nicole McKaye: A new life?
Henry McKaye: Yeah, you remember how you were telling me that I was getting too old for this life? Well, I've been giving it a lot of thought... and I agree. This isn't fun for me anymore, Nic, and I'm tired of it all. I'm tired of waking up everyday in pain... I'm tired of nearly killing myself for next to nothing... I'm tired of missing my little girl grow up... and I'm tired of missing you, period. You've had my heart for 14 years, Nic, and I've spent almost everyday away from you.
[Nicole's voice perked back up and Henry could tell she was starting to cry on the other line.]
Nicole McKaye: I love you, Henry...
Henry McKaye: I love you too, Nic... but I have to admit something. This match is going to be my absolute last... and at this point I don't know if that's good or bad. Kroenen is a monster and... he could put me out... permanently. I don't want to scare you, Nic, but if you don't hear from me after the match... expect the worst.
[With that line, Henry exchanged goodbyes with his wife and hung up the phone. He slowly realized he shouldn't have told her that. Now she was just going to worry more about him and be a nervous wreck the rest of the day, but he had to tell her. Kroenen is a beast, and chances are he wasn't going to be too happy about being shown up in front of “his people”. Kroenen was coming for revenge tomorrow night, and any rules that would normally apply to this match would likely be thrown out the window. This wasn't going to be a wrestling match to prove who the better man was, this was going to be a fight for survival. Henry buried his face into his hands.]
Casper: Hank, what's wrong?
Henry McKaye: Nothing, Casper. Nothing at all.
[Casper had snuck into the room after he got off of the phone and wrapped her arms around Henry's neck from behind as he sat down at her kitchen table. As per usual, Henry peeled Casper's arms off of him causing her to cross her arms and momentarily pout out of protest. Casper playfully looked up at Henry and realized this wasn't a game.]
Casper: Now now, I know that tone of voice... you're stressed. I won't sugarcoat things for you, Henry, Kroenen won't rest tomorrow night until one of you stop moving... and you know that.
Henry McKaye: I know... sleep just won't come easy tonight.
Casper: Ah! That's where you're wrong!
[Casper hopped out of her seat and ran to the kitchen before reappearing shortly with a small brown bottle. Casper tossed the bottle over to Henry.]
Casper: Drink up!
[Henry slowly inspected the bottle, going over the label that was old it's words had faded. After popping the cap and taking a whiff of the questionable liquid, Henry practically gagged over the smell. Casper giggled as she sat back down beside him.]
Henry McKaye: What the hell is this stuff?
Casper: I don't know, to be honest with you. My grandmother gave this to me when my wisdom teeth were growing in and it put me out all night. She said you can sleep through any sort of pain... physical, mental, or emotional... after you drank that stuff.
Henry McKaye: And you're sure this stuff won't kill me?
Casper: Don't be a baby! I drank that stuff for a week straight when my ex dumped me a year or so back. You'll be fine!
[Henry looked over the bottle again before looking back over to the smiling Casper. What the hell? Buy the ticket... take the ride. Henry took a gulp of the nasty concoction that tasted like rotten eggs and cucumbers and felt it slowly slide down his throat.]
Henry McKaye: Ugh... so how... long... does it.... take... to...
[Henry's vision was growing blurry and he found it harder and harder to form words as he spoke. Casper giggled as she rubbed his cheek with the palm of her hand.]
Casper: Goodnight, Henry, when you wake up tomorrow... your world will be changed forever.
Henry McKaye: Whaaaaa?
[Henry was fading faster and faster, and soon the room was a swirl of bright, exuberant colors... and suddenly it all went black.]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 8, 2008 16:05:18 GMT -5
Segment: The Beasts Under Your Bed (Credit: Dan White)
Scene opens. Dan's standing in front of the camera, and gets a huge pop for this. The camera moves slightly to the left, and Charlotte stands, holding a microphone. It's only moments away from his match tonight, so it's natural for Dan to get a bit of microphone time to hype up his match.
Charlotte: Hello, I'm here with Da-
Dan: Hold the phone, Charlotte. Pass me the microphone.
She gives it to him, unsure at his motivations here.
Dan: Now leave, please. I only do interviews with people I choose to. Clear off, I'll see you after the match.
Slightly embarrassed, she walks off the set, Dan making their continued “romance” public in the least tactful way.
Dan: Now, I'm fighting a man called “Ex Ess 3”, and by my understanding he's a cool guy and doesn't afraid of anything. He's been through a lot, but I don't care about his past. How old is the dude? 28, I think. What has he ever accomplished in his career? Not really anything at all. Ever. I can't recall a single thing that has made him stand out above the rest since he came to ACW.
Pause.
Dan: Actually, the only thing I recall is that he's been in and out of this fed more times than I do the same motion to your mother. But ok, enough with the immature jokes. What is your real purpose in this fed, X? Do you think that you can achieve something whilst standing on your own two feet? I mean look at the facts. The only times you have ever been moderately successful was when you were in the same faction as I, trooping around as Thunderkiss's bitches in the Entourage. And what happened to that plan, X? Did it propel you to Main Event glory, with bitches on your arm, being able to throw money at everyone? Hardly. After you took that goon's orders and kicked me out of the place, you continued to play his lackey, until he got bored of you all and quit. And what happened?
Dan smirks.
Dan: You flopped. You never did a single thing that was worth writing about, much less ranting about here, in front of this little camera and microphone. In fact, I think you quit and joined a federation that was worth your laziness, your pathetic “happy-go-lucky-ooh let's write a song about being Canadian” lifestyle. I mean Rainbow Pro never exactly set the world alight, did it? It never pushed boundaries, it never took pro wrestling to a new level, no. Instead, it hired a couple of washed up acts like yourself, who couldn't cut it at the big stage, and failed to sell out arenas that had the maximum capacity of a small sofa.
Dan pauses again, focusing carefully on the camera.
Dan: I don't give a shit about whether your shitty little wife died, or how you put away her killer in a fucking street fight. Pretty dour if you ask me. Personally, I would have had him shipped off to prison for murder and then guaranteed a life of getting arse raped and skull fucked, but there you go. If you prefer to give him a few minutes of pain then be my guest.
He pauses again, taking a final breath, ready to wrap up the hype package.
Dan: So enough about you, what about me? People don't seem to care about myself, anymore. I mean, I made it clear that EOTR might well be my last ever bow here in ACW, yet the people don't seem to care at all about it. But that doesn't bother me, because my real fans know who they are. And don't think that during the EOTR tournament, I'm going to go easy. I like my job. I like making an example of kids. And I'm going to make an example of you, XS3. That, my friend, is a right....
He blows a kiss into the camera.
Dan: Touch....
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 8, 2008 16:05:40 GMT -5
Match 3: Dan White vs. XS3 (Credit: Dan White)
The bell rang, and these two fought off, Dan holding a 100% streak against XS3, but his luck hasn't been too great recently. The start of the match showed XS3 that he was fully committed to wrestling, over his music stuff. A lot of good mat work was used in this period, and XS3 grounded Dan on many occasions, mainly with judo throws and keeping Dan on the floor with several rest holds, attempting to wear the Welshman down. Dan tried to fight back, and it was working until he walked straight into a Double Underhook DDT, which got a two count from the ref, and was the first big fall of the match. Dan swiftly responded with a Triple Take, three consecutive neckbreakers, but XS3 easily kicked out before the 3 count.
XS3 used his power a lot more in the middle portion of the match, forcing Dan into the corner several times and using punches to get one over his opponent. He attempts to hit a spear, but Dan managed to quickly evade the move and bombard XS3 with a number of holds and strikes. An arm wrench into a Roundhouse Kick is the most impressive of these moves, but similarly to the attempted moves before, it was unable to keep XS3 down. Dan attempted to hit a Stunt Bomb, but XS3 reversed it into a Manhattan Drop. He then attempted a Spear for a second time, but Dan reversed it into a huge Impaler DDT. But both men were down, and he was unable to make the cover from still receiving a tidy blow from the Spear.
Eventually, Dan is able to get to his feet, but instead of making a pin, he foolishly climbs up to the turnbuckle, probably with intent to hit the Corkscrew Moonsault. However, his foot slips, and he falls into a awkward position. The crowd wince, but Dan manages to climb back up. He leaps off, but XS3 rolls out the way before Dan hits the ground. Dan cracks his head, and XS3 crawls over and pins, and is able to hold him down just enough to hold for the 3 count.
WINNER: XS3
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 8, 2008 16:06:18 GMT -5
Segment: Monopoly (Credit: Dan White/BK London)
The segment opens up in the backstage, where Dan looks a little bit gutted at losing his match with XS3. True, he hasn't been on form lately, but defeats don't help the case at all. His career is on the line this month, and the last thing he needed was a defeat. A win would really be helpful right about now, or we could very soon be seeing the end of Dan White in ACW.
He sighs, as he takes a drink from the water fountain, and turns around to be right in the face of the OCW Champion, BK London, and Stephen Russo - who don't look too happy as the search for Gary continues. Jeers spew from the crowds, and Dan takes a step back. BK London seems like he's going to continue on his way to find Gary, but he backtracks once he sees what's in Dan's hand. None other than the "Real ACW Heavyweight Championship" that the former Entertainment Champion has been lugging around for the past few weeks..
BK London: ...well look what we got here Russ. We got the "real" World Champion standing right before us. How were we blessed to stand in this man's presence?
Dan doesn't look impressed at all.
Dan: Whatever. Look BK, I just want to go back to my locker, pack up my stuff at get going. I've got a lot of shit going on, and I need to get my mind straight. So if you excuse me-
Dan tries to walk around the champion, but BK London steps to the side - blocking him, and Stephan Russo blocks the other side. There's little room for Dan to escape now.
BK London: You're not going anywhere, we've got some unfinished business to attend to - Gary can wait.
Dan sighs, just really wanting to get out the situation as quick as he can, as Russo speaks.
Stephan Russo: Don't think we didn't notice your little façade earlier on, in that Irish Pub before your match tonight. Now, as Co-Chairman of the federation, I'm less than happy at your thuggish attitude. Not only did you assault an innocent Irishman, but you also made derogatory comments in the direction of the Protestant community. Now, we simply cannot, and will not tolerate those actions in this federation! You know that there are repercussions for this kind of behaviour, do you not?
Russo doesn't seem as angry as words suggest, more pleased that he's able to have the authority over Dan in this case. But Dan isn't ready to play any games.
Dan: Bite me.
Russo's eyes widen, and BK immediately launches into action, kneeing Dan furiously in the gut. Dropping the title, Dan White drops down to one knee and BK London follows up with a hard, stiff, right hand to the eye. Being in a few fights of his own, Dan manages to endure the stiff shot - but he fails to endure the huge knee to the side of the head. Dan White drops down to the ground before BK London and Stephan Russo, and a smile grows across the face of the Co-Chairman. As Dan shows some signs of life, BK London delivers a massive kick to the stomach - making sure he stays down. Picking up Dan by the hair, he reveals the blood trickling down the side of the face and he picks up the "real" ACW Championship next to him.
BK London: Real champion huh? You make me sick. I think we'll be taking this souvenir.
Russo laughs again, turning his attention to Dan.
Stephan Russo: Don't think that for a second, you have the ability to defeat us. We are the ultimate power in this fed, and we get what we want, when we want it. You better prep up pretty nicely this month, because it's bound to be your last.
Russo smirks again, and BK nods in approval as he throws Dan's belt over his other shoulder. The two walk out the set, leaving Dan convulsing on the floor, with a heavy bloodflow stemming from his forehead, as his luck simply goes from bad to worse.
Fade out.
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