What ACW Wouldn't Show You.

[Evan Harrison]

Well. For some illogical reason, this little gem was removed from this week's "broadcast" of Shockwave. But -ACW forced Censored- that. This is how Smith's entrance leading into A.C. Smith vs Carnage was intended to go down.



HL: "This next match is set for one fall!"

::The opening chords of Black Sabbath's "Iron Man" blare over the speakers in the arena as the crowd rises to its feet. Smoke fills the top of the aisle, and we see the large silhouette of A.C. Smith as the lyrics kick in.::

Has he lost his mind?
Can he see or is he blind?
Can he walk at all
Or if he moves will he fall?

HL: "First, from New York City, weighing 275 pounds…he is the ACW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…THE BIG APPLE ASSKICKER, A.C. SMITH!!!!!"

MS: "Why did she have to remind me? I feel like I'm living a nightmare!"

::Fireworks go off in time with the guitar riff, and A.C. Smith steps out of the smoke to massive cheers from the crowd, wearing his freshly-won World title around his waist. The smoke clears behind him as Smith walks forward, occasionally slapping the outstretched hand of a fan but never letting his eyes stray from the squared circle.::

Is he alive or dead?
Has he thoughts within his head
We'll just pass him there
Why should we even care?

::While the fans sing along to their collective heart's content, Smith jumps from the arena floor to the apron, and from the apron to the top turnbuckle. After playing to the crowd for a moment, he hops down to the canvas and pulls a microphone out of his black tights.

Before he can speak into the microphone, though, the lights go out.::

MS: "Thank goodness!"

RJ: "What's happening here?"

::The crowd buzzes among themselves for a few seconds. Several camera flashes and laser pointers go off in the arena, illuminating Smith for milliseconds at a time. He holds the microphone and looks around, questioning those around the ring.::

RJ: "Live television. Errr... Sorry, this should be fixed in a mo--."

"So lock and load... Mercenaries...

I see smoke from the hilltop.

They march

One by one."

::The opening vocals of "The Guillotine" by Escape the Fate hits the soundsystem and the lights blink on. The crowd rises to their feet, cheering as the familiar song blares throughout the arena.::

RJ: "What?!"


MS: "Jesus H. Christ."


::A few more suspenseful seconds pass and our cameras pan to the entranceway. The cheers evolve into a deafening standing ovation as Evan Harrison modestly and almost timidly peeks around the curtain and steps out to the top of the stage. A smile crosses over his face as he holds his hands out, speaking into the crowd, his words obviously drowned out by the masses.::


RJ: "Evan Harrison is back!"


MS: "I thought he got killed like, seven months ago. In fact, I saw it. I WAS THERE."


RJ: "Evidently not!"


MS: "IT LIVES!"


::Harrison makes his way down to the ring, beaming, slapping the hands of fans, his eyes not hitting the ring quite yet. He reaches the bottom of the ramp, clearly emotional due to the reaction, but maintains his composure as his head slowly rises and his eyes drift toward the towering figure of our newly crowned World Heavyweight Champion in the ring. Evan smiles softly and makes his way around the ring to the steps, greeting a few more fans before walking across the apron, retrieving a microphone from the pocket of the dark jeans he is wearing, along with a tight white tee which advertises nothing aside from a faded image of John Lennon. The music dies down and Evan leans against the ropes from the outside, looking at Smith.::

A.C.: ::smiling:: "Well, look what the cat dragged in. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

::Evan raises the microphone but can't contain a soft chuckle and a glance toward a near section of the crowd as a moderate "Evan" chant has begun. He turns back to Smith, looking him in the eye. Despite the words that escape his mouth next, the smile never leaves his face.::

Evan: "Don't. Don't... Even..."

::Evan steps into the ring over the middle rope. The crowd seems, for the most part, confused. Evan walks past Smith, to the ropes on the opposing side of the ring, shaking his head. He seems to want to say more, but he slaps a hand over his mouth and lowers his head as if containing laughter.::

MS: "And he's high, too."

RJ: "Will you stop?"

::Smith looks on with his head tilted and the smile still on his face. He rolls his eyes slightly while staring at Evan, who's still giggling along the ropes.::

A.C.: "And hello to you, too! I haven't seen you since March, you can at LEAST tell me what's so funny."

::Moderate chuckles continue from the crowd as Smith leans into the nearby turnbuckle.::

Evan: "You! You're funny. Part of me wants to come out here and congratulate you but part of me wants to cut you off before you even get the opportunity to start spewing some straight BS."

::An "ooohh" escapes the crowd. Evan just raises an eyebrow at the audience and shrugs, though still smiling.::

A.C.: "A mite indecisive, aren't we? I guess my win has evoked all sorts of emotions around here. Kyle Travis feels like he's been robbed, you're conflicted, and Jess Parker may have actually been suicidal enough to eat a cheeseburger."

MS: "Do NOT insult The New People's Champ!"

RJ: "Too late."

::The crowd erupts in laughter, and even Evan can't help but crack a smile.::

Evan: "I'm not a fan of Kyle Travis and the rest of the STD Gang but uh... Can't blame him, can you?"

::Evan shrugs and turns away from Smith once more, looking up to the rafters with a thoughtful look in his eyes.::

Evan: "After all. You didn't really... You know..."

::Evan taps the bottom rope a few times with his foot as opposed to verbally addressing the situation and whistles innocently.::

A.C.: "I've never shied away from that. But let me ask you this: If the roles were reversed and it was ME with my foot on the ropes, what do you think Kyle Travis would have done? He'd have taken the belt and been out of New York City faster than the cast and crew of the "Spiderman" musical."

::The smile that was on A.C.'s face is gone, replaced with the start of a scowl.::

A.C.: "But because it was ME who benefited from human error, it's repulsive, even when I pointed it out after the match? If Kyle Travis wants a shot, and is good enough to get into the tournament at Struggle for Supremacy, he's by all means welcome to it.

But I digress. What's gotten into you, Ev?"

::Evan's eyes widen considerably and he looks almost surprised.::

Evan: "What's gotten into ME? What's gotten into YOU, Officer Champ?"

::Evan's childish smile has returned to a half-smile, though it appears that he's feigning positivity at this point once catching a glimpse of Smith's disapproving look.::

Evan: "Hey, hey. Even if your life isn't 'the law' anymore, I at least thought you had a sense of justice. I mean, what the hell is this? 'Oh, Kyle would have done it.' So? Kyle Travis is an asshole. He's the bad guy. THAT is what the bad guy does. You are somebody who put their career on the line if you didn't win that championship. I don't care what you 'pointed out'. You had every right to relinquish that title, knowing damn-well that you shouldn't be carrying it."

::The crowd does not know quite how to respond, and as a result, quite a few of them remain silent.::

Evan: "I'm not out here to tell people that you don't deserve it. We know better. But THAT? That crap you allowed to go down at Crossroads? Those are the kind of reasons I left this place in the first place. So I give Marrow a call... I tell him I like how things are looking. Fresh new faces. New main events. He's turning wrestlers like Dahlia into superstars-- he's giving us GOOD WRESTLING. So I renegotiated my contract and I am back in ACW..."

::This earns a huge pop from the audience, but Evan doesn't take much time to pause.::

Evan: "But I'll be damned. The moment I get back, it's the same story; different day. But this time? It's not Devon Mayhem devaluing the World Title..."

::Evan narrows his eyes, raises the microphone closer to his lips and points a finger at the World Champion.::

Evan: "It's you, Smith."

::Smith's eyebrows go up his forehead, and he takes the belt off his waist, draping it over his shoulder before he speaks.::

A.C.: "Do... I detect the presence of a green-eyed monster, Ev? Do I sense that maybe…MAYBE…you're just a wee bit bitter that you never got the opportunity at the most coveted prize in this business? Here's a news flash, wonderboy: That's not my problem. It's yours."

::Smith stops for a moment, polishing the belt with his free hand while he starts pacing around the ring.::

A.C.: "I'm not responsible for what you didn't get a chance to do. You can blame your manager-slash-hair dresser-slash-village idiot, Jess Parker, who's moved on to destroying Kyle Travis. You can blame Jack Marrow. You can blame Devon Mayhem for not giving you a shot. But you CAN'T be angry at me when all I ever did for you was help you resurrect your career."

::The silence remains deafening at this point, and Smith's intensity has picked up considerably.::

A.C.: "Jess was ruining you. I took you in, not because I wanted a charity case to build up my karma, but because I liked you. I respected you. I knew you had talent, and that you were wasting it. Why in the HELL would you come out here, seven days after the biggest win of my career, and start running me down?"

::Evan's smile has faded. Smith, in the midst of his erratic pacing, has reached Evan, and is about a foot away from him. Evan looks at the belt, and a look if disdain crosses his face for a moment. He looks up at Smith, his eyes moving back and forth between Smith's eyes for a few seconds. As the silence passes on and the two stare at each other, the crowd begins growing louder and louder, waiting for something-- anything to happen between the two friends-- or what we believe are friends.::

MS: "Jeez... anybody got a knife?"

::Evan raises the microphone to his lips an for a few moments, all we can hear is the breathing from his nostrils.::

Evan: "...Get over yourself."

::Evan's gaze returns to Smith's World Championship.::

Evan: "Forgive me for expecting a little bit more out of you. Here, you want what you think you deserve? I'll give it to you. I'll paint a smile on my face and come out here every week and give you exactly what you want. Just REMEMBER..."

::Evan smirks and casts a devious look up at Smith.::

Evan: "I am not alone in this."

::Evan drops his microphone and begins mockingly applauding A.C. Smith as he backs toward the ropes. He can be heard shouting "bravo!", in an obnoxious, sarcastic tone He turns around and hops down to the floor, beginning to walk up the ramp. Unbeknownst to Evan, Smith hasn't dropped his microphone, and a vicious smile comes across his face in the midst of Evan's mocking.::

A.C.: "Ignorance is bliss, apparently. Tell him I say hello."

::Harrison stops in his tracks, turning around in time to see Smith nodding and holding the ACW World Heavyweight Championship high above his head.::

RJ: "What is Evan talking about? And does A.C. already know what's going on?"

MS: "Smith wouldn't know how to spell 'cat' if you spotted him the 'c' and the 'a.' Finally, Evan's grown a set, and MAYBE we can have a champion I like again before too much longer!"

::Evan looks at Smith for a few moments as "Iron Man" hits the PA system. For a while, Evan's expression is blank. For what seems like an uncomfortable amount of time, the two trade stares... but Evan just shrugs and turns his back to Smith again. He winks at the nearest camera and promptly pushes it away, marching up the ramp, waving at a few of the louder fans as he departs.::

[acwstaff]

While this is a nice piece of fiction, which did not occur - let the staff make something very clear to all handlers.

We may or may not use every strat that is submitted. This strat was not used, as the handler was told after the fact, and thus never happened and cannot be used against either Evan Harrison or A.C. Smith in any promos, strats, or other work. If this work is something judged and your character uses something from this to attack either Harrison or Smith, it will cost you in point/counterpoint and relevance.

So while the title says "What ACW Wouldn't Show You" it should be "Here's something I did, that couldn't be used because of confliction with other work."

So enjoy it for the piece of entertaining fiction that it is, but do not use it against either character.

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The Staff