ACW Adrenaline 10: Michael Black and Heath Venomous vs Brandon Banks and Abram Vance

[BDC]

Second Bout: RIOT ACT PREVIEW
Match Type: Tags
Stipulation:
Time Limit: 10 Minutes (2 RP Cap per team/one per person)
Michael Black and Heath Venomous vs Brandon Banks and Abram Vance
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If you are not in this match, don't post in this thread. If you are in this match, don't spam it up with OOC talk.
Only two rp cap per team/one rp cap per person with the deadline being May 26, 2012 at 11:59 PM Eastern Time.
Show will be up by Monday the 28th / Good Luck!

 

[Chris Dresdon]

Re: ACW Adrenaline 10: Michael Black and Heath Venomous vs Brandon Banks and Abram Va

The scene opens in the cemetary where Heath is walking through an area scattered with tombstones, looking in front of him. The camera is shooting from his left side, so Heath is not looking directly into it as he speaks.

Heath Venomous: Another week spent in my favorite surrounding, the graveyard. It comforts me with its silence, and amuses me with the irony it creates, that someone like me would feel so comfortable within its gates. Unless I slumber, a casket is something I will never spend any amount of time inside, my immortality separates me from that fate. After what has transpired in the last week, I have been given a new reason to appreciate this domicile of the dead. As I look around and soak in its desolation, and drink in the fact that it is bereft of any form of life or happiness whatsoever, I am reminded of the ACW. I have made good on my promises thus far, and the very witnessing of the havoc I have wrought on this company drove its proud owner into resignation, in what can only be deemed as an admission of helplessness. Knowing there was nothing she could do to prevent the inevitable from occurring, she wisely left the promotion at the mercy of the "Last Vampire". Joining her in exodus is Zasalamel, the psychotic clown. The pleasure of eliminating you was almost mine, Zasalamel, and now that I know it was your last match, I wish dearly that it had been my pleasure. My confidence may alarm many, likely the same that are still convinced this is all a routine, since I was not victorious. How many times must I inform you that victory is not what matters most to me? It is instilling fear, it is destroying disbelief, it is inflicting pain, THESE are the things I am here to accomplish.

What matters is pressing onward with my mission, and making Abram Vance sorry that he must do combat with me for the second time on Monday night, and the third time at Riot Act. You, Abram, find yourself in the position that Andrew Sanders was in, forced to be my opposition in a trilogy of competition. The author of eternity sees fit that you be placed in my line of fire, and I will see to it that I do not disappoint, and destroy you as I have been appointed to do. No act of management can prevent it, and Brandon Banks will be foolish to intervene, unless he wishes to share your fate. Foolish mortals, having each other's backs, forging alliances as if they will do you any good. I make no alliances, which would be moronic for a human, but human I am not, and what I am capable of on my own makes up for what I, by choice, lack in partnership. That being said, someone still saw fit to place me with a, in wrestling terminology, tag team partner. Michael, your assistance I do not require, but your loyalty is something I will accept in order to carry out what must be done. Fulfill your obligation and do not stand in my way, that is all I command of you. You would be wise to obey. I am hopeful this is the week that requires the most of my skills, that pushes me to the very edge. The match that demands the utilization of my entire repertoire, and causes me to tap into usage of maneuvers and holds I don't commonly execute. But I do not hope that passionately, as I know you humans are created to disappoint and fall short of expectation, and likely will. As a result, my fourth week in ACW will be another effortless endeavor in which I, like a lion, will seize you, my prey, and beat you to the near expiration of your life. Then, because that will not be sufficient enough, I will also serve as the vulture that swoops down after the kill, and pick the bones, until total exanguination is achieved.

Heath stops and turns toward the camera, spraying blood at it, covering the screen entirely. This is where the filming ceases.​

 

[PY.]

Re: ACW Adrenaline 10: Michael Black and Heath Venomous vs Brandon Banks and Abram Va

May 22nd, 2012
In My Thoughts
Location - Unknown​

First match in ACW, and already I've accomplished what I wanted too..

Fear..

Intimidation...

And most of all, complete domination.

I didn't care to win the match at all as long as those three factors were accomplished..

Michael Black was one No Ceiling DDT away from a broken neck and one Bank Shot away from a broken jaw.. But I held back not knowing why..

I wanted to give Michael a chance.. A chance for me to Illuminate him..

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IVO
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May 25th, 2012
Behind The Mask
Location - The Banks' Home - Boston, MA​

I was laying in bed, with my mask in the palm of my hands. I still didn't understand it or what power it had over me.. All I could do was hear Wests' voice and what he said when he gave me the mask.

"You haven't let the blood of the Illuminati flow through your veins yet.. Your conscience is still getting in the away of you finishing your opponents.."

And he was right.. Last week, I could've easily finished Michael Black off, but I couldn't.. I wanted to, but every time I looked down on him, laying there as uncomfortably as possible, I held back.. I didn't see a sinful, waste of skin as West called him.. I saw a human being..

A living, breathing, human being.

I've been pleading with the guy to just follow in my footsteps.. He too can be reborn, and reinvented.. Everyone in life deserved a second chance.. At least that's what I thought until..

Ding DONG Ding DONG​

BB: Felicity!

No answer.

BB: Felicityyyy!!

I yelled even louder, still no answer.

I got up from my bed and tucked my mask into my pocket. As I walked out of my room, I passed by the bathroom and heard the shower water running.

BB: This girl stays showerin'.

Ding DONG Ding DONG​

BB: I'm comin!!

I yelled as loudly as I could.

I walked down the steps and went to the door, opening it up once I got there.

BB: West. What's good bro?

He didn't look happy at all.

West: Can you come out here, Brandon.

I shrugged, not knowing what this little visit was about.

BB:: Sure.

I walked out the door as West took a few steps back. Once I shut the door behind me, West did something I never thought he'd do.

WHAPPPP!​

The son botch smacked me dead in my face.

BB: THE FUCK WAS THAT ABOUT.

West: What did I tell you, Brandon? What did I beg of you last week.

At this point, I didn't care to answer him. The only thing that was crossing my mind was preventing myself from knockin this smurf out.

West: You had a damn job to do, and you didn't finish it!

Ah, I know what he's talking about. Michael Black.

BB: West, I nearly broke the guys neck.. You don't think that's enough?

West: No, Brandon.. Nearly is never good enough.. Do you know how much pain and agony that man made innocent people feel?

I went to answer, but he didn't let me.

West: Too many, Brandon. And on top of that, you offered him a spot in our family? Who the hell do you think you are?

BB: West, everyone deserves a second chance.

He shook his head, disagreeing.

West: Not him, Brandon.. What if he tortured someone in your family, Brandon? Like your dear little sister.

Quickly, I felt my blood pressure boiling and my cheeks turning red.

BB: Don't go there West.. I don't give a fuck if you saved me from my own doom.. Don't go there.

He smirked slyly.

West: Someone's gotta light a fire under your ass my brother. You need to understand one thing. This guy does not care about you or anyone else for that matter. He's a psychopath that needs to be terminated and you're the man that's going to do it..

He walked up to me, and put his hand on my shoulder.

West: Think about it this way.. You're now his enemy.. He's now watching you, your sister, hell.. Maybe even your kids too. Do you really think he won't try and pull some shit now?

West was right.. I became Michael Blacks enemy now and with him being a loose cannon, anything was possible.

BB:So what do I gotta do?

West:Just put the mask I gave you on before your match, and it'll tell you what to do..

I smirked, still not knowing the full story of the mask..

BB: I feel as if you're hiding something from me, West.. What the hell is the deal with that mask?

West: I already told you, my brother.. You're simply not letting our blood flow through your veins yet.. That mask will give you a little push in the right direction if you know what I mean.

No, I really didn't know what he meant but I figured I'd soon find out.

West: I'll be at Adrenaline this week and I'll be watching.. Just please do the family a favor and finish him.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the mask. I deeply stared into it, still wondering exactly what power it had as West looked on.

BB: I will.

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IVO
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Somebody call Buffy! We got a vampire on the loose!

Seriously, bro?

The last vampire?

Funny, I've seen about ten to twelve people who called themselves that, and you're no better.

You have fangs.

You're pale.

Your eyes are red.

... and you walk around in a cemetery.

Are you sure you're just not an albino my smurf?

Fuck it. I really don't care about what you call yourself or who you claim to be, because just like the other last vampires I've seen in my life.. You're just a fraud ass bitch.

I thought it was cute though how you said if I intervene between you and Abram, I will suffer the same fate as he will..

So in definition, me and Abram are basically going to wash the floor with you two fools? That's our fate?

Nice.

In all seriousness, Heath.. I could give a fuck less about you and Abram for that matter.. But for this week, Abram's my partner and I got his back.. Can you say the same thing about you're partner? The unstable guy? I don't think so.. You should just be happy if dude decides to show up instead of jerkin off to one legged midget porn.

Onto my friend, Michael Black..

How did that feel last week, Mikey? How did it feel to be completely helpless and feeling pain for once?

Didn't feel great being on the other end of the stick, did it Mikey?

Originally, I thought I'd give you one more week to realize that he was fucked if he didn't follow the light.. But truth be told, after talking with my brother West.. You're already fucked..

See, at first I truly believed that you deserved a second shot at life, but really.. You don't.. You're living and breathing when truth be told, many people who have passed away could actually be doing something with what we call life.. You?

You're just wasting away like the piece of shit you really are..

All I wanted to do is illuminate you, and show him that the way he's living is flawed. But now, it's too late.

Last week, I showed you that once you followed the light, you can't be stopped like I couldn't be stopped when I was destroying you..

I took it easy on you, Mikey.. Really easy and you still turned out to be a cold bitch.. Now I'm pulling the trigger.

What you see as pain, I see as serenity.. What you see as pain, I call peace.

Everything you've done to those innocent people is nothing compared to what I can and will do to you... Everything you've done to those people is about to come around and bite you in the ass.. And unlike last week.. I'll finish the job and put your sorry ass out of it's misery..

Bank.
On.
That.
Bitch.

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IVO
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[The_King]

Re: ACW Adrenaline 10: Michael Black and Heath Venomous vs Brandon Banks and Abram Va

Abram Vance Roleplay #1 of 1
Mind Games (Part 3) [Untelevised & Televised]

Tits McGee bolts? … Shocker.
Second time that bitch has fucked me over.
And Rayce?
God, she’s just destroyed me. Backed me into the corner, fuckin’ again.
The witch turned Martello against me and is just waiting to file the lawsuit after Bronko fuckin’ buried me. Asshole.
Only good thing about all this shit is Rayce won’t be around anymore. Babysitting duty is over.
The whore’s probably wet over that.​

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Vance opens the door to the Mayfield Community Center and slips into the backstage area. His head swivels left and right, suggesting that he is possibly searching for someone. He adopts a quick pace as his feet slap off the dirt covered, cement floor of the old community center. The lighting is scarce, leaving Vance strolling through a dim, somewhat creepy atmosphere. He wears his usual out of the ring attire, a white wife beater concealed under a denim jean jacket, blue jeans, thick work boots, and a pair of out of date Raybans on his head. An open, unlabeled pack of cigarettes pop out from the pocket of his jean jacket, and a half full bottle of Jack’ dangles from his right hand. A seemingly heavy, black athletic bag hangs from his left shoulder as he turns the corner into a brighter hallway. A few stage hands linger in the hallway, preparing for the show to start in just under an hour. Vance grabs one of the stage hands by the arm to get his attention, and despite the rude gesture, the guy flashes him a quick smile, suggesting the two have interacted in the past. Vance growls at him, clearly frustrated.

Vance: “My paycheck?”

The stage hand looks up at Vance and furrows his brow. His eyes focus in on Vance’s face, and he notices the heavy, dark bags that have formed under Vance’s eyes. On top of that, thick, unusual stubble remains on his face, completely out of character for Vance, and he stinks of alcohol and cigarettes. Abe, noticing the stare, drops his sunglasses over his eyes to cover up his shaggy, unkempt appearance. He folds his arms across his chest as the stage hand asks in a concerned tone.

Stage Hand: “You okay, Abe?”

Vance responds quickly in a sarcastic yet blunt tone.

Vance: “Just lovely.”

The stage hand breaks into a brief fit of laughter, clearly familiar with Vance’s sense of humor, but Vance catches him off guard by retaining his cold, serious stance. He drops his sun glasses onto his nose, so his right eye can just be seen over the glasses. He raises his eyebrows, pushing for the stage hand to answer his question.

Stage Hand: “Yeah, uh, she’s waiting for you at the curtains…”

Before the stage hand can continue his sentence, Vance takes off towards the stage area. He takes a quick right down the hallway and enters the dark backstage area. He throws a quick glance around and spots a familiar face in the corner, maybe the ‘she’ the stage hand referred to. Forgetting his disheveled appearance, Vance removes his sunglasses and puts them in his jacket pocket to get a better view. He eyes the woman standing in front of him and slowly slips up from behind. Vance places his hands on her hip and slowly begins to rock back and forth, slow dancing. He leans forward and whispers in her ear.

Vance: “Heard you got ma’ money?”

The woman quickly removes Vance’s hands from her side and turns to face him, clearly angry. Without even opening her mouth, a disgruntled Sparxxx points to the curtain, and Vance nods gracefully. He opens the curtain quickly and slips onto the top of the stage.

???: “Didn’t expect to see me, did ya’, Abe?”

His jaw falls ajar as he recognizes the woman standing before him. Her familiar smile sends a chill up his back. She walks up to him and runs her pale finger across his clothed chest. Vance responds by taking a quick swig from his bottle of Jack’ as the woman shoots off an accusing question.

Rayce: “You drunk?”

Vance responds bluntly.

Vance: “Buzzed.”

Rayce squints her eyes in disbelief and fires back.

Rayce: “Half the bottles’ gone!”

Vance raises the bottle up for both to see and stares directly at it, squinting his eyes comically as if deeply observing some complex object. He shrugs his shoulders and slurs.

Vance: “Must’ve spilled.”

Rayce doesn’t seem humored by the comment and immediately breaks into a self-indulgent rant in a rather cold, condescending tone.

Rayce: “Lemme’ guess, you wanna’ know why I’m back?”

Vance nods and leans against the wall while drinking from his opened bottle.

Rayce: “After Phoenix’s stunt, I call your friend… Excuse me, MY friend, Martello…”

She flashes him a wide, mocking smile, bragging that she turned Martello against Vance with her stunt last week.

Rayce: “He put in a good word for me and got me a position as the stage manager.”

Rayce pauses, leaving Vance to believe that was the only position she has secured. However, she breaks the silence and continues, trying to draw out Vance’s anxiety.

Rayce: “Oh, and, he thought it’d be best that someone keep an eye on you, so he convinced management to make me your ring-side manager and backstage babysitter.”

Rayce pauses as Vance takes a huge swig of Jack’, voicing his displeasure with this news. She continues, disinterested, as a stage hand hands her a clipboard, and she signs off on something quickly.

Rayce: “If you want Martello to trust you again, I’d suggest you start following orders. With that being said, you’re on in an hour, and you gotta’ tape an interview before your match.”

Rayce continues to direct the stage hands nearby in preparation for the show as Vance replies bluntly.

Vance: “Not gonna’ happen.”

Rayce doesn’t even look up at him, despite the disobedience, and continues to dish out orders calmly.

Rayce: “You’re feuding with Venomous. Mention the ending of the battle royal last week, his gimmick, and your desire for that International belt.”

Rayce turns to a stage hand holding a laptop and points at one of the images displayed on the screen. Vance lets out a chuckle, amused by Rayce’s actions.

Vance: “Nope.”

She rolls her eyes and turns towards him. She gingerly directs him to turn around and lightly shoves him towards the curtain, whispering in his ear.

Rayce: “You have a number one contender’s match with Venomous at Riot Act. Don’t mention it directly but at least hint to it. They're planning on announcing it after your tag match tnite'.”

Vance stops just before the curtain and turns around to face her. Rayce ignores him completely and instead stares down at a clipboard with a ‘To Do’ list on it. He informs her coldly.

Vance: “You’re wastin’ your time.”

Rayce looks up from the clipboard and shoots Vance an innocent smile. She turns him around, slaps him gently on the ass, and whispers mockingly.

Rayce: “Good luck, babe.”

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An angry Vance steps through the curtains as Rayce continues to work with the stage hands. He looks up, preparing to head to his locker room, but instead, is greeted by a microphone thrust in his face by Sparxxx and a camera crew behind her, already recording. Vance peeks his head through the curtains and finds Rayce smiling a smile that says “I told ya’ so”. The bubbly Sparxxx immediately breaks into a quick interview as instructed by Rayce.

Sparxxx: “I’m here with ACW superstar and Indy legend, Abram Vance. How are you today?”

This cunt thinks she can just force me into an interview?
Bitch will learn.​

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Vance grabs at his crotch and gives himself a good rub as he smiles wickedly.

Vance: “Not too bad, Barbie. Our lovely new stage director just helped me out, if ya’ know what I mean?”

Vance nods towards her with a mocking yet playful smile on his face. He continues to rub his crotch with his left hand to get the message through and pushes the curtain open with his right hand for the cameras to get a shot of the embarrassed Rayce. She hides her head behind the clipboard as Sparxxx continues with the interview.

Sparxxx: “Wanna’ sound off on your match last week?”

Vance slips the cigarette pack from jacket pocket and slips a cig’ out of the box. He extends his arm towards Sparxxx so that the cigarette is right in her face. He asks in a playful tone.

Vance: “Got a light?”

A frustrated Sparxxx shakes her head and rubs her hand on her forehead before continuing with the interview.

Sparxxx: “Any comments on your potential feud with Heath Venomous?”

Vance tosses the cig’ to the ground and takes another swig from his bottle of Jack’. He replies in a calm yet inquisitive tone with a smile on his face.

Vance: “Ya’ mean the one that’s gonna’ end with a number one contendas’ match at that Riot show?”

As Sparxxx pauses in an attempt to recover from the obvious spoiler, Rayce pops her head out and runs her hand across her throat in a slitting gesture. Sparxxx signals for the cameras to shut down and shoots Vance a look of disbelief, clearly angered by his treatment. She begins to strut in the opposite direction, and Vance shouts out after her.

Vance: “I like ya’ backside betta’!”

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She looks back, her mouth ajar, to see Vance once again fidgeting with his crotch in an attempt to infuriate her. Rayce pulls him by the shoulders back to the stage area and out of Sparxxx’s sight. As he turns to face her, she slaps him across the side of the head, causing Vance to stumble. She screams at him.

Rayce: “WHY?”

Vance responds calmly while massaging the side of his head.

Vance: “Haven’t you learned?”

Rayce takes a step backwards and swivels her head with attitude while responding angrily.

Rayce: “Learned what?”

Vance smiles and turns from her, beginning to head back towards the curtain for his exit. As he reaches the curtain, he stops and turns back to her, smiling cruelly and whispers dramatically.

Vance: “When you give an arsonist matches, you betta’ be prepared for a fire.”

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[Doink]

Re: ACW Adrenaline 10: Michael Black and Heath Venomous vs Brandon Banks and Abram Va

The scene opens up in a old, disused warehouse. The rain beats down on the roof and lightning illuminates the building for a split second before darkness fills the room once more. In the silent building, the distinctive sound of footsteps are heard. The camera pans over to a big wooden chair where Michael Black is sitting.

Michael Black: The time has come for me to bring dominance to ACW. The time has come to envelop this little promotion in a sheet of darkness which will gradually rip out the hearts of anyone who gets in my way. Last week, I underestimated Brandon Banks, I was too complacent and he beat me bad but it felt good. See, last week was Brandon Bank's first test and he failed, Brandon didn't have it in him to finish me off. You see, Brandon is weak, he is corrupted by the fans who worship him. I am not weak, I would have crushed Brandon and made sure he suffered, I would have snapped his neck.

Michael Black chuckles to himself

Michael Black: Now, little Brandon Banks actually thought I would join his petty 'family' don't make me laugh, I'll crush you. This week, I face you in a tag team match in which I'll make sure to cause you not only physical but mental pain as well. I'll make sure you are never the same man that you are today. After I'm through with you, you'll have about as much memory as an Alzheimers patient but don't worry Brandon, it will all be over soon. You won't have to suffer with being a failure all your life.

Michael again laughs maniacally before continuing.

Michael Black: And onto Abram Va, this isnt about you, so if you know whats good for you, I'd stay outta the way, because if you don't, I'll destroy you and the same goes to my partner, Heath Venomous. Brandon Banks, it's time for a little payback.​