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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:08:11 GMT -5
PERFORMANCE REVIEW: Danny Mainer Danny Mainer Outside what was once known as Chairman Gingerdues office, Danny Mainer stood outside looking rather sheepish in a snazzy white shirt buttoned all the way to the top and a pair of designer blue jeans. He also had a pair of black business shoes and an orange tie tied nice and tightly around his neck. Normally, Mainer didn’t really put much of an effort into his wardrobe but given that this was his first time meeting the new boss he figured he’d best gussy up some. It was no secret that Hawthorne was making drastic changes and would fire people on a whim if he believed they weren’t of value to him, Mainer didn’t want to leave almost as soon as he enetere. That was just poor performance, Mainer wanted to go the distance.
Mainer rapped his knuckles three times sharply on the door, dusting his fancy shirt off as he awaited some form of confirmation to enter.Samuel H. Hawthorne: “Come on!” Danny opened the door and saw Mr. Hawthorne himself seated at the desk with his head buried in a mound of paperwork as he was frantically writing some cheques. Danny took a few steps in, Hawthorne not paying him any notice.Danny Mainer: ”Good evening Mr. Hawthorne, I’m Danny Mainer. You wanted to see me sir?”Hawthorne looked up and saw that his ears were not deceiving him. His facial expression did not change, but his attitude did.Samuel H. Hawthorne: “Ah yes, I did. Take a seat will you?” He gestured at a leather chair in front of his desk. Mainer took the seat.Samuel H. Hawthorne: “Daniel, first and foremost I’d like to express my gratitude to you. I was impressed with your display of loyalty to the company last week, putting work before a childhood friend is a most encouraging sign of commitment and for that you have my thanks. However, loyalty to ACW means nothing if you’re not doing what I want you to do.” Danny Mainer: ”I understand sir.”Samuel H. Hawthorne: “Now, as much as I hate to say this so soon to you after your comeback, I’d like to make one thing clear. Though your support is appreciated, your contractual status with us is already on thin ice. These are not the days for spending money but for conserving it and ensuring that we swim, not sink. Your contract is money we have to pay out of our accounts, you need to make sure that you keep that loyal attitude and you draw in the figures because not everyone can stay with us. We only want best so make sure you fit that description lest you have to find yourself back in the ever-competitive job search.” Danny Mainer: ”So what you’re saying is-Samuel H. Hawthorne: "What I’m saying, Daniel, is this. Either you scrub up good and proper and do what I want you to do which is draw buy rates or you can spend your last wage packet on a slot machine back in Vegas and hope you catch lucky. Make no mistakes sir, I’m not playing favourites but some people WILL have to go. You ARE a risk and so you will be monitored." These words did not sit well with Danny Mainer, who put his hands on the table and leant in to voice his opinion.Danny Mainer: "A risk to the company? Are you kidding me? I put asses in seats, did you hear that crowd when they saw me come out last week? They went ballistic! Merchandise flew off the shelves after the night. Not only am I one of the biggest draws in the industry, I’m also one of the lowest paid! Do you have any idea how much Ginger was paying me before I left on paternity leave? You’re aware that I’m being paid less than that now? If it weren’t for my assets in Japan, I wouldn’t be able to survive doing this job."Samuel H. Hawthorne: “That doesn’t really concern me. What does concern me is your health, safety and how much you can give to this company. I’ve drawn up your records here and I can’t say that I am incredibly impressed. Your medical bills were-“ Danny Mainer: ”Paid for by m-“Samuel H. Hawthorne: “Don’t interrupt me, son. Your medical bills have been rather high during your tenure in Alpha Championship Wrestling, it’s costly and we can’t run this ship with a handicapped workforce.” Danny Mainer: “Sir, are you talking about the compacted arm? The part where I got slammed through a window or where I went insane after losing my job and stole thousands of dollars worth of morphine?”Samuel H. Hawthorne: “Is any of that relevant?” Danny Mainer: “It’s ENTIRELY relevant. Those bills you have were merely estimates forwarded to the company from the hospital I went to immediately after the compact which my health insurance covered. Being put through a window also covered that and as for the morphine? I wasn’t even contracted at the time. The only bills ACW have ever paid for me were for First Aid supplies in extreme post-match circumstances which by American law you’re contractually obliged to keep around anyhow! Bandages, painkillers, ice-packs? Anything beyond that I paid for.”Not one to enjoy being contradicted, Hawthorne disregarded this and immediately flipped the subject around to something else to compensate.Samuel H. Hawthorne: "That does NOT change the fact you're notoriously unreliable! You’ve been in and out of ACW more than I care to count and if I’m going to drag this company out of the gutter I need consistency! I need men and women regularly willing to throw it all into the hat for the good of the sport! Now I understand that you are an asset but if you can’t keep up the pace then I won’t hesitate to throw you out. Do you understand me Dan? Are we seeing eye to eye? Are we clear on that?" Mainer sighed through gritted teeth, a brief pause as Mainer chose his words VERY carefully. His response was heavily corrupted with a tone of bitterness in his voice as he knew there was no point in arguing that case.Danny Mainer: "Crystal."Samuel H. Hawthorne: “Do you have any further concerns?” Danny Mainer: “No sir.”Samuel H. Hawthorne: "Then you are dismissed. Thank you for coming and I bid you a safe and productive day." Danny, a little downtrodden at this stage left the office not wanting to do anything to secure a firing just as quick as he had been rehired. As he shut the door behind him, he cursed under his breath for his poor tact.Danny Mainer: "Geez... that was a nice pace through no-mans land. The new boss seems okay of a person if a little pretentious. I mean, the guy just waltzes in here with his head for the business and thinks that only his opinion should be listened to and he knows what’s right for this place? Wow, get bent. Who the fuck does he think he is, BK London?”Before he could continue to ramble to himself, his phone buzzed inside his jeans pocket so he quickly whipped out his Nokia 6500 and expecting to see it come up “Caitlynn Dufraisne” he saw the name of a woman who swore she would never speak to him again. The name “Mei-Feng Shinoda” illuminates off the screen sending Mainer’s eyes rather wide.Mainer quickly texted out a reply.Mainer then stood up and headed off to do something entirely different as the scene drew to a close.FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:08:52 GMT -5
Segment: At the hospital (Written by The Red Panther) Thursday 14th of January 2010, 8:59AMA camera man is walking down a hallway. To his left is a young female doctor. She is about 5'10, has short blond hair and light skin. She is wearing a white medical coat and general Doctors clothes. The two approach a room and slowly enter. Inside is a normal hospital ward. To the right is a nurses station at which two nurses are talking to a doctor and filling out forms. To the left are two beds. One has a floral curtain around it as the occupant may be asleep, and in the other lays The Red Panther. Panther is wearing a hospital gown like any other patient, but also his mask to hide his identity. Around his ribs are some bandages which can barely be seen over the covers (From the steel pipe shots) and around his forehead are some bandages from where he got forked. All this was inflicted by Adrian Flamingo. As the Doctor and camera man enter the door slams back closed, waking Panther.Doctor: Sorry, didn't mean to wake you sir. Just getting your latest charts and letting the camera man check to see if you are awake. How are you feeling this morning? Panther: This morning? How long have I been asleep? Doctor: You fell asleep in the ambulance due to blood loss, as we took you out the arena your head started bleeding again. Anyway, any pain anywhere? Panther: My ribs ache a bit and I feel light headed. Doctor: Oh, that will be the morphine. If your ribs still ache we may have to up your dose then. You suffered a cracked rib, only minor though. We have contacted ACW and you have next Wednesday off, so you should be ready for the show after that. Your head wound was minor, Adrian seemed too erratic to plunge right into your skull. Panther seems relieved by this news, sliding down in his bed.: Cuod' yew keep your voices down, I've had a rough night an' need some sleep. Panther sits bolt upright and raises his fists as teh Doctor walks over and opens the curtain. Sure enough sitting in the bed across from Panther is Mickey Flamingo. Flamingos hair is messy and around his forehead are bandages similar to Panthers. His face is paler then usual and his eyes are barely open. Seeing this Panther lowers his fists, recognizing Mickey mus have been attacked as well.Mickey Flamingo: Oh, it's yew. Sorry 'bout Addy son, he 'as gone, sumin' is definitely off wit him. He did the same to me later, stabbed me with dat there fork after I tried to convince the new guy to let Addy go. Panther: He attacked you? Jesus. What did Hawthorne say when you went to him? Mickey Flamingo: He ain't doin' nuthin'. Eh was like a brick wall, sayin' you can defend your self an' Addy did nuthin' out of the ordinary. Panther lets out an annoyed growl/exale and slams his fist into the mattress. The doctor has slowly slinked off to check on other patients while the camera man has sat down at the nurses station, still recording.Panther: So when did you get here? Mickey Flamingo: I hav' no idea. 'Bout a minute after I finished talkin' to Hawthorne Addy went after me wit a fork. Busted mah face open an' I passed out, just woke up 'cus of this camera guy slammin' tha door. Camera man: Sorry about that Mickey. Mickey Flamingo: Ahhh it's OK son, I'm just cranky ya know? Mickey lets out a chuckle, but this chuckle is un-characteristically soft and quiet.Panther: Did Adrian say anything before attacking me? Mention why? Mickey Flamingo: Well I heard him talkin' to Kevin 'bout you bein' some kind of monsta' after attackin' me, sayin' to ask yew and that yew knew. Yew heard 'bout Kevs mama, kidney stones yew know? Panther: Wait, he said I knew why? Mickey Flamingo: Yeh. I thought yew got in a bar fight wit him and just din wanna say it on TV. Panther: Mickey, I have never spoken to Adrian Flamingo. I have been in the same arena as him twice. I have been face to face with him once and during that time I was on the ground holding my ribs or blinded by the blood in my eyes. He has no possible reason for attacking me other then being a crazy moron. Mickey Flamingo: HEY! Addie ain't no moron, he just ain't in his right mind at the moment. I know mah Addie, this ain't him. Panther: You know him? He just beat you with a crow bar and stabbed you with a fork. By the looks of you his attack on you was worse then his attack on me! Mickey Flamingo: Hard to tell Pantha seein' as you have that there mask on. Panther: Not a time for jokes Mickey, your nephew has put us in hospital and I doubt he is done. This might only be the start. Mickey Flamingo: Well there is one good thing. I think me an' yew can get Addy out of ACDubya after dat. For now we shud get sum rest. I think Scrubs is on TV soon. An' yew, camera man, make sure if you come back you ain't followed by Addy. The camera man stands up and heads to the door.Camera man: After last night and what he did to my colleague last week I am considering taking out a restraining order on him. See yah. The camera man leaves and closes the door behind him, sighing deeply.Camera man: New owner, low wages and now a psycho on the loose? SLA would never let this happen! </Fade>
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:09:28 GMT -5
Meeting With the Boss [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] The camera cuts to the back once more as all in attendance can see Vortex standing outside the chairman’s office. Instead of busting in and sitting down, Vortex simply knocks on the door and waits.Hawthorne: Come in. Vortex opens the door and steps inside. Amidst the papers on Hawthorne’s desk is a copy of the Portland Tribune. After quickly glancing at it, Vortex takes a seat.Hawthorne: I always like to research my next show location, and it seems Portland has seen a rather large bus crash recently. Vortex takes a short breath in, however his facial features do not waver. The chairman simply sits back and studies Vortex. Hawthorne: Now this is a much better attitude. I call, and you come. Vortex: What is it you needed? Hawthorne: It seems one of our wrestlers was found assaulted in a nearby hotel. Does the name Chris Williams ring a bell to you? Vortex shifts his weight a little and looks at Hawthorne, again no visible change in his facial features. Vortex: He hung around Dave Shadow a lot. Hawthorne: Exactly! Vortex: Look, I get where you ‘re coming from. I attacked Dave two weeks ago, and you think I attacked Chris in an attempt to get another mental advantage on Dave. Hawthorne: I think that it would be a far fetch to see this from any other perspective. Vortex: Look, I didn’t attack Chris. Hawthorne: Of course not. Hawthorne shifts his posture from casual to stern and leans forward on his desk and looking directly at Vortex. Hawthorne: I am a man who believes in the ‘innocent until proven guilty’ theory, and thus I will not take any further action concerning this matter. If I do find evidence that you are the one who attacked Chris, I will be forced to deal most severely with you. Now, I believe you have a match to prepare for, so I suggest you get to it. Vortex stands up without saying a word and leaves the room. Hawthorne begins whistling a little tune as he picks up the Portland Tribune and begins flipping through it.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:09:44 GMT -5
SELF RESPECT Danny Mainer/Freddie Maddox Nonchalantly writing a text message, Freddie Maddox ever so casually was minding his own business as he bashed out a message to some random friend of his blissfully unaware of the confrontation that would happen. As he stood texting, his thoughts strayed to his recent run-ins with a lot of people having yelled at him or given him flack for various reasons and he was wondering if he’d done something wrong or if there was a reason for all this. However, what came next could only be described as an avalanche effect as coming across the corridor not at all looking where he was going was Danny Mainer with a big flask of coke in one hand, a subway sandwich in the other and he was paying zero attention to who he was walking into. Before Freddie Maddox could realize, Mainer crashed into Maddox and the coke was dropped and so too was the sandwich.
Mainer gasped in faux horror, dropping to his knees to clasp the Meatball Marinjana which the contents of have spilled across the floor. He raised it above his head and screamed.Danny Mainer: ”NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Mary-Jane... my delicious sandwich! DAMN YOUUUUUUU!”Freddy Maddox: I’m uh... I’m sorry?Danny Mainer: ”YOU KILLED Mary-Jane you SHITBAG! And look at this mess, you’ve got coke all fucking over me!”Mainer struggled to contain his amusement at the situation even though he was angry but not enough to start on a total stranger.Danny Mainer: ”I’m covered in coke and tomato sauce, my sandwich is now RUINED and if you don’t play your cards right I’m going to do something very very bad! Tell me boy, what do you have to say for yourself?”Freddy Maddox: I... I’m s-Danny Mainer: ”APOLOGY ACCEPTED!”Freddy Maddox: “Bu-Danny Mainer: ”What’s your name kid? Who are you?”Freddy Maddox: Freddie Maddox, I’m a-Danny Mainer: ”WOAH! Settle down. Easy now tiger, I don’t need your life story! Tell me brohan, are you an intern or are you a sound engineer or what?”Freddy Maddox: I’m neither, I’m a wrestler Danny.Mainer recoiled and did an exaggerated backward lean, his eyes transfixed on Maddox. Mainer looked at the camera and twirled a finger around his ear.Danny Mainer: ”Oooo-kaaaaay... So which failed band are you from?”Freddy Maddox: W-what?Danny Mainer: ”Jesus Haitch, I knew Gingerdude went crazy but hiring you? Jesus man, he must be trying to draw in that BIG fourteen year old girl demographic that all of the media magnates buzz over these days. Pervert if you ask me. But hey, who am I to doubt El Gingerdude? I mean, who better to represent the teenage girls of today then... a TEENAGE girl!”Freddy Maddox: You have long hair too, I-Danny Mainer: ”My hair is... layeeeered. Nah I’m just screwing with you Maddox, I could tell you weren’t a sound engineer though. There’s no way you can hear through that colossal mop of hair. Christ, you look like you’ve had a fight with a toaster and lost, BITTERLY.”Freddy Maddox: Come on dude, stop being like that!Danny Mainer: ”Stop being like what? Busting your balls? I’m just joking with you man! Chill! It’s good that you’re a wrestler, I mean think about the good in the world that someone like you could do! I mean, if you’ve got the skills out in that ring maybe people will think twice about launching glass bottles at My Chemical Romance again! Hahahaha!”Freddy Maddox: You’re NOT funny!Danny Mainer: ”Excuse me? How about you shut your face and get yourself to work using that mop of yours to wipe the coke off my vest! I gotta’ look GOOD this evening and if you caused the accident then you should clean it up!”Freddy Maddox: Uh, yeah right. No way, man.Mainer’s laughing and joking ground to a halt suddenly, he paused and stared Maddox dead in the eye as his voice went hoarse.Danny Mainer: ”Do you know who I am?”Maddox nodded his head slowly.Freddy Maddox:You’re Danny Mainer, the two ti-“Danny Mainer: ”DO YOU KNOW WHAT I’M CAPABLE OF?! WIPE THE COKE OFF MY SHIRT with your hair or I’m gonna’ break you in half!”Mainer had the look of “I’m not dicking around” in his facial expression and Freddie’s face contorted in confusion as he weighed up the pro and con of the situation. Maddox sighed and looked Mainer in the face before Mainer finally burst into laughter.Danny Mainer: ”Holy Hell! Man, where’s your self re-cocking-spect? I’ve got plenty of clothes kicking around! Man I can’t believe you were actually going to do that!”Mainer walked off past Maddox, salvaging what he could of his sandwich before departing.Danny Mainer: ”Hahahaha... what a dickweed! Oh man... that’ll be a good one to tell Caitlyn... hahahahaha.... hahahahaha!”Mainer’s laughter rang heavily in Maddox’s ears as finally Maddox appeared to be coming to the end of his tether. He slowly walked off with his head hung having picked on again for the third consecutive show.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:10:04 GMT -5
Segment: Two for the price of one Credit: Thiago Gracie
Anthony Kalb and Kevin Fitsharris are two men on a mission as they relentlessly stalk the backstage hallways, and with a few questions to random people standing around, they work their way closer and closer to their target.
Kalb: Man, this beats going through the old Arena, I think they had a whole city of hallways and locker rooms there!
Fitsharris: Hey, Kalb, there's the bum!
The two Capitalists zero in on a solitary figure standing against a water fountain, a certain black gi clad figure who seems to be staring off into space.
Fitsharris: Yeah, don't deny it, you're Thiago Gracie!
Thiago: So what if I am?
Kalb: We got some unfinished business with you.
Thiago: I do nothing to you, what is this?
Gracie steps forward towards Fitsharris, his hands clasped together with the fingers facing upwards. To the uninitiated observer, one might think that he is trying to seek a truce, or even praying, but those in the know would notice the absurdly intense gaze and the subtle foot placement.
Fitsharris: Yeah, you armbarred the bossman!
Thiago: I have armbarred many, who is this bossman you talk of?
Kalb: Senator Steve Phillips...ACW Awards ceremony, if you have such a dense skull that you can't remember that one!
Fitsharris: Yeah, the awards ceremony, where we were screwed out of the best tag team of the year award, as usual! You didn't belong there!
Thiago: Yes, it was your boss who I armbarred...and now it will be you!
Thiago Gracie suddenly explodes into action, bearhugging Kevin Fitsharris, running him into the adjacent wall, and then spinning him around, before dropping him face first into the same wall. Fitsharris's face collides with a rough concrete block, and he drops to the unforgiving floor, blood immediately rushing down his forehead. For his part, Kalb throws a wild haymaker, but Gracie sees it coming, parrying the strike aside, and instantly taking Kalb down to the ground as well, rolling him over...right into the ARMBAR!
Kalb yells in pain as Gracie mercilessly bridges back, applying a great deal of pressure. Fitsharris, although a bloody mess, can hardly sit on the sidelines, and rushes in...but Gracie rolls back to his feet, letting go of one armbar, and taking Fitsharris to the floor with yes...the ARMBAR! Fitsharris frantically taps out by instinct, and surprisingly enough, Gracie lets go, staring down at his two fallen foes, before looking over into the roving cameraman's lens.
Thiago: These two thought they had advantage on me! They were wrong...dead wrong. Thiago Gracie is here to stay, and to win. Victory by Armbar!
And with those stirring, if slightly incomprehensable words, Gracie dashes off camera, leaving many to wonder just how many are going to be armbarred before he can be stopped.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:11:39 GMT -5
A Deal (Credit: Flamingo and CP)
The cameras open up backstage in a designed "interview area" for Kevin Anderson. Despite all of the shit Anderson went through last week, the Internet is proving he's a trooper by being there live tonight. As he smiles at the camera in his amazingly creepy, uncomfortable grin as a much larger, well-dressed man walks up beside him.
Kevin Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, with me right now is one of Samuel Hawthorne's new additions to the ACW roster - Oliver Watson. So, Watson, what is your first order of business here on Warfare?
Oliver Watson: Fascinating question there, Mr. Anderson. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity that may guide my fate here in Alpha Championship Wrestling. I could call out a champion or perhaps even make a little confrontation I had earlier today into a full-blown grudge... hmm... I think my first order of business on Warfare is going to tell you to GET OUT OF MY CAMERA TIME!
At first, Kevin was caught off guard by the sudden outburst of Ollie but got over it as he flashed his "puppy dog" eyes.
Oliver Watson: That's right, you heard me you glorified microphone holder! Take you're bad hair and tacky suit and piss off! ACW fans, behold greatness!
As Anderson stormed off, Ollie unbuttoned his blazer and held it open to show case his toned muscles against his tight dress shirt. With a cocky grin on his face, Ollie addressed the viewing audience.
Oliver Watson: Standing at a towering 6'5" and weighing in at a lean yet powerful 225 lbs, I'm a pretty big glass of water to drink in if I might say. I've been trained in the sweet science by some of the best men that money can buy and, believe me, I could waltz into any promotion I want, smack it's champion in the face, and take his title without him saying so much as a word. Hell, I could do that to that kid... whatshisname? Shadow! Yeah, I could slap Dave Shadow like the little bitch he is and he'd probably apologize to me for hurting my hand with his face. See, championship gold is a pretty pointless thing, get me, chief? Being the world heavyweight champion shows you're the best in the company, but I already know I'm the best. So, why would I waste the time and effort by climbing the ranks here in ACW just to prove something I already know?
With the grin still on his face, Ollie removed his sunglasses before folding them up and inserting them into his suit jacket.
Oliver Watson: No, see, I'm here to "offer" my services to the ACW locker room. As you can tell, I'm a pretty big man and I can obviously do some damage if someone took the idiotic initiative to piss me off. Now, wouldn't you, the hypothetical ACW superstar, like to have someone of my size and skill at your disposal? Say there is someone on the roster who is really getting under your skin, wouldn't you like to see them get their head driven down into the mat? What about the champions on the roster who aren't sure if they'll be able to fend off their challengers by pay-per view time? Don't you think it'll be easier to pin a man whose already damaged to the point of having morphine pouring out of his ears? Well, for a... modest... sum, I can do all of that and more for you.
Oliver Watson glares menacingly at the camera, punctuating his message. From the side though a slow clap can be heard, drawing his attention as he looks right into the eyes of Chris Phenomenal looming over him.
Chris Phenomenal: You know, for some reason I’ve heard that line before, or at least pondered it.
Watson looks at Chris, the look on his face suggesting that he has not grasped completely what Chris is saying but his eyes bidding him continue.
Chris Phenomenal: You see, it would have been about six months ago that I was in the same boots that you were, whoring myself out to the highest bidder…
Oliver Watson: And why does that concern me?
Chris Phenomenal: Elementary my dear Watson. Look where I am now, standing near the pinnacle of the ACW mountain, ready to take the one final step towards reaching the top, all because I decided to join up with the right people. Now I’d heard about you and I’d like too…
Oliver Watson: You obviously don’t listen very well. I have no need for the love of the people, no title belt to validate my standing, it’s all about the Benjamins. Now unless you have something for me I suggest you make like Anderson did lest we have a problem.
Despite the impressive stature of Watson, Chris has a solid two inches on him and doesn’t hesitate to use it, looking down at Watson as the two come eye to eye, brahma bulls studying each other before the inevitable clash.
Chris Phenomenal: So it’s all about the paper?
There’s no audible response from Watson however the slight head movement provides Chris the answer he needs.
Chris Phenomenal: Good. You see theirs no room at the top for you, I’m already their and I refuse to be dethroned. I’ve won countless battles to get to this point and I’m not going to let someone like yourself knock me off my rightfully earned place atop ACW.
Oliver Watson: Inspiring! Now if you’ll…
Chris Phenomenal: You want to know why it’s good Watson, because if you’re not gunning for me, I’m not gunning for you. In fact, that kind of puts us on the same side of the equation, does it not?
Oliver Watson: I suppose.
The tone of Watsons voice is alarming, sinister almost and draws a smile to the face of Chris Phenomenal who nods his head.
Chris Phenomenal: I’m glad we’ve come to an understanding, because you see, I have this little problem; an itch in the small of my back and no matter what I do I can’t quite get. Now I don’t know but from what I’ve gathered you seem to be the type of person who could scratch this itch for me?
Watson smiles sadistically as Chris’ grin grows larger by the second.
Oliver Watson: I think I can be of some assistance with your problem.
Chris Phenomenal: Well then, shall we?
Chris points towards the opening hall as Watson nods and heads off, Chris quickly following suit, scurrying off screen. The view however pans opposite of the men towards the other opening of the hall and a smirking Senator staring on at his protégé.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:11:59 GMT -5
F*$# the Police Credit: Criminal The room is dark, and nearly empty. A mirror is seen to the left of where a man is sitting, back faced to the camera. A sign on the wall reads "Seattle Police". The room remains quite, no movement, no sound, no lights. As the camera cycles the room you notice the door opening. A man quickly walks through the door, allowing it to slam behind him. We are to assume that it is an officer here in Seattle. The man walks towards the table and slams down a folder allowing it to slide in front of the other man.Officer 1: Do you want to explain the drugs that we found in your vehicle earlier today. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: I have already told you... they aren't mine. Officer 1: Well i'm sure someone of your intelligence knows that possession is nine tenths of the law. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: I'm sure that with your intelligence you know that I am capable to have some very bad things happen to you and your family. Officer 1: Is that a threat? [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] You can take it how you want, but i'm not one to be intimidated by someone half my size. Officer 1: We know who you are? [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: I could have told you that. I am Criminal, the GREATEST ACW superstar they have to this day. Officer 1: No, I mean I know who you really are? [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: I JUST FUCKING TOLD YOU I'M CRIMIN... The officer quickly cuts him off. Slamming his hands on the table looking Criminal directly in the face.Officer 1: I know that "Criminal" is just an alias. I can even tell you that all of your identification is fake. No one in their right mind would name a child Criminal without any type of last name...or a real first name at that. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: What is a name? I feel a name should be earned not just given. I have earned my name, and it is what I will go by. Officer 1: Maybe your not understanding me, but when you go infront of the judge they won't want to know you as Criminal. To them everyone that goes infront of them is a Criminal, and they all have earned that name. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: None of them, are as bad as me. The officer signals towards the mirror. He is starting to get extremely frusterated with the man now. The sound of a door slamming is heard as another officer walks into the room.Officer 2: Look you ingrate, we aren't here to try and be nice to you. I could care less what your real fucking name is. All I want to know is why the drugs where in the car. All your other crimes will be taken care if in due time, but WHY THE FUCK WHERE THE DRUGS IN YOUR CAR! [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Can you losen these cuffs. Officer 2: Are you going to cooperate with us. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Of course. The evil grin fills Criminals face as the officer starts to release the cuffs. The cuffs hit the table and Criminal quickly stands up.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Now for the last damn time the drugs weren't mine. You want to keep thinking that just because you have a damn badge you can push people the way you are. Officer 2: I demand you to sit down, before i make you! [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Before you make me? You might want to call in a few more of your friends. I have a match tonight, and I will sure make it there. Officer 2: Why would I need... Criminal quickly delivers the heist to annoying officer. Officer 1 quickly tases Criminal. It doesn't seem to phase him as Criminal just continues to walk towards the officer. Within seconds there are another 5 officers running into the room. They start beating Criminal and placing him back in handcuffs. The sight of a bloody and beatin Criminal is seen as the officers start to lift him up.Officer 1: You are going to be here for a while now. Scene fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:13:42 GMT -5
Match 3: Criminal Vs. Michael Smart (Credit: Criminal)
"Live to win" by Paul Stanley starts playing. White and blue lights start flashing in the arena as Michael Smart comes out, wearing a white vest. Close behind him is Daniel Smart. The two make their way to the ring, Michael looking around the crowd at the fans. Daniel stays at ringside as Michael climbs the stairs and steps inside the ring, climbing a turnbuckle and raising his arms up in the air triumphantly. The lights stop flashing as Michael jumps down and starts pacing around the ring.
Announcer: And his opponent...CRIMINAL!
The lights go out as "Criminal" by Eminem begins to play over the Pa system. The fans are no longer cheering, but are giving of a mixed reaction. The fans wait, but no one appears. The music then stops.
Announcer: Let’s try this one more time. And his opponent...CRIMINAL!
Once again the lights go out as his music begins to play, but is quickly shut off.
Announcer: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, it has come to my attention that Criminal will not be here tonight, due to some legal issues that he has inquired. THE WINNER OF THE MATCH DUE TO A FORFEIT... MICHAEL SMART.
Smart frowns, and looks as annoyed as the fans do; he prefers to earn his wins through a good match. But it’s a positive mark on his record nonetheless as the cameras cut elsewhere.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:14:34 GMT -5
Say what? Jack Jefferson Jack Jefferson is ready for his night out with Stephanie and he definitely has a special one planned. He looks at his watch and sighs, realising that she’s not due to arrive here for at least another half an hour. Opening a bottle of lager, he slumps on the couch. Flicking the TV on, he is unable to resist switching over to ACW to see what’s going on in his absence. He watches with interest as he sees TJ, the man they call “The Soul of Philly”, taking on The Southern Smashers in a handicap match. Jefferson remembers fondly that this pair made up his opponents in his first 3 Fallout matches. The match doesn’t last long, with TJ completely dominating the experienced, if unsuccessful, team and Jefferson can’t help but be a little impressed – maybe there’s a reason Dave Shadow has aligned himself with this guy?
Up next there is an interview with Michael Smart, and the scowl on Jefferson’s face makes it blatantly obvious that he hasn’t forgotten Smart’s comments from last week. Jefferson smirks to himself as Charlotte asks about his loss to The Red Panther but seems completely uninterested in the answer, preferring to check his watch again. His attention is captured, however, when he hears his name mentioned by Charlotte. Interested now, he stares intently at the screen as Charlotte asks if Smart has any comment on his suspension. Throughout Smart’s response Jefferson’s expression grows darker and a snarl forms on his face. As soon as Smart has finished addressing him Jefferson leaps to his feet and strides over to the phone with intent. He’s going to sort this situation out. How dare Smart say he has a small penis?! Oh, and he doesn’t deserve the suspension, nor does he constantly bitch and moan. The phone rings for a short while before a woman answers.Woman: Alpha Championship Wrestling, how may I help you? Jefferson: Get Hawthorne on the phone, now! Woman: I’m sorry, Mr. Hawthorne is extremely busy now. Could you please call back at another time? Or would you like to leave a message? Jefferson: Look you stupid tramp, this is Jack Jefferson. Now get Hawthorne on the line now. He doesn’t want to have to deal with me coming down to the arena and causing havoc just because he refused to take my phone call! Pass on that message! Woman: One second please sir. Jefferson can hear muffled talking in the background as she shields the mouthpiece with her hand. It only lasts for around 20 seconds but to the waiting Jefferson it seems like an age. When Jefferson is addressed he’s been handed over to the boss himself. Samuel H. Hawthorne.Hawthorne: So Jack, what’s so urgent that you had to speak to me straight away? Jefferson: So we finally speak! It’s about time you stopped dodging my calls isn’t it? Hawthorne: Look Jack, it’s been a very busy time what with the takeover and I really don’t have time to have a conversation with you about why you shouldn’t have been suspended or about why you haven’t had a title shot yet. To put it simply Jack, you’ll get one when you earn one. Jefferson: I have fucking earnt one! I should’ve had a rematch as part of my contra-- anyway, I’m getting sidetracked. That’s not why I rang! Next week you’re putting together a Supercard, and I’m back from my suspension. You see where I’m going with this? Hawthorne: Well the card’s pretty full up as it is Jack, who did you have in mind? Jefferson: Michael Smart. I’m gonna teach that punk a lesson about keeping his mouth shut. He has not right to be criticising me, he’s not even in my fucking league. Hawthorne: You know what? I was all ready to say no to you but I actually think that could be a great contest to witness so, yeah, I’m gonna let you have the match. Consider it done. Jefferson: Great. Hawthorne: Just one thing though. If the result doesn’t go your way and you lay one hand on any of my officials or staff to release your anger then you’ll be released from your contract. You won’t be warned again, you will just be fired on the spot. Jefferson: Yeah, yeah, fine. Hawthorne: I’m serious Jack, nobody is above the rules. You may have been a former World Champion in ACW but that was before my time and even if it wasn’t it doesn’t give you the right to do whatever the hell you like! Unwilling to listen to any more of Hawthorne’s lecture, Jefferson hangs up the phone. Now though his smile has transformed into a sick grin. This time next week he will be able to get his hands on Michael Smart and teach him the hard way that you don’t ever talk trash about Jack Jefferson.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:14:58 GMT -5
D I S T R U S T [/center][/color] credit: Rena & Senator Another day for Alpha Championship Wrestling has come. Another day of fighting for a job. When most people find themselves trapped in fear's claw, Rena breaks through with grace and beauty. She wasn't worried about losing her career; she was destined to rise above from the flames surrounding the company she's known and loved for five years. We begin backstage, Rena strutting down a hallway dressed in a Seattle Seahawks jersey, a waist belt and knee-high stiletto boots. With a flick of her hair, she stops before a closed door and stands for a moment, taking a few breaths in before knocking.knock knock She heard a voice from the other side of the door that beckoned her to come in. Taking in another nervous breath, she opened the door and smiled to the man that stood before her.
It was Senator Steven Phillips, Rena's ex fiance and dear friend. Senator, with a big smile, looked Rena up and down and then shook his head, not breaking his smile.SENATOR: Only you could give America's favorite sporting contest such a strikingly feminine touch, if I dare say so myself. RENA:*laughs* shut up. I look good. SENATOR: Indeed you do. It sure has been a while, Rena, too long, really. Come here. Senator opened his arms wide towards his friend, prompting Rena to walk closer to him and wrap her arms around his neck, making a 'mmmm' noise as if she had just ate something delicious.RENA:I needed this. SENATOR: What, I take it that nobody is giving out any hugs in the SLA? RENA:*chuckles* I wouldn't want them to hug me. SENATOR: Can hardly blame you. You know, if you want to rectify that problem, there is always a home back in ACW... RENA:TK has been really good to me. I'm not just going to peace out now. SENATOR: This is a really long hug. RENA:Now you just made it awkward. Senator chuckled.SENATOR: My apologies, Miss Rena, but you know all too well about my opinions of Mr. Joseph. RENA:It's fine. They broke the hug and sat on the wooden bench in Senator's locker room. Rena patted Senator's hand lightly with hers and smiled. RENA:Sooooooo, what's new? SENATOR: Other than rubbing the remarkable Scott Brown Senate win in my colleagues's faces? Well, concerning ACW, I have continued my work with Chris Phenomenal. RENA:Oh, really? And how's that going? SENATOR: He is a fast study. I think I may finally be able to pass along many of my techniques, ACW needs new stars, and he is very close to breaking through the glass ceiling. RENA:Well that's good, babe. Just be careful. SENATOR: Careful? What might that imply? Rena cleared her throat and apologized for it before continuing.RENA:Babe, you know your track record. SENATOR: Elaboration would be much appreciated here. RENA:Everyone that you've become close to turns on your eventually. Hell, even I did this to you. I just want you to be careful and make sure you're prepared. SENATOR: I appreciate your concern, but I have nothing to worry about. The situation is different. RENA:Did you think you had anything to worry about with me? SENATOR: No, hardly. RENA:I'm sorry, babe. I just don't want you to get hurt. Rena laid her head on Senator's shoulder while he sat in silent thought.SENATOR: Mr. Phenomenal is loyal to a fault, but I do have to remember that we entered into this arrangement not as a true alliance, but under the guise of a business deal. I have been extremely careful not to rely too far upon him, and with my retirement from the ring, I think I have some concerns out of the way. You still think there could be trouble, though? RENA:Well, I don't really know. I certainly don't really trust him, and I just think you'd be smart to be cautious. SENATOR: Right. Caution is always worthwhile. RENA:You okay? SENATOR: Yes, I am, although all those past betrayals do eat away at me some, even today. Loyalty is a rare quality in these times, and in this industry. Perhaps I have indeed let myself grow lax in my dealings, but then again, if you place no trust at all in your fellow man, you cannot deal with anyone. RENA:Don't think too much about it. I'm sure it'll be fine. SENATOR: It shall be, I am confident on that point. RENA:Okay, well I have to be heading out. SENATOR: Alright, it has been good talking, but if you must leave, I do have some work to do...as always. Senator laid his right arm across Rena's mid-back as the two stood up and walked to the door. As they reached the door and opened it slightly, Rena turned to face Sentaor.RENA:Please, just be careful. SENATOR: You have my word. RENA:I don't want to have to visit you in a hospital ever again. You promised. SENATOR: *laughs* I did. It was nice seeing you. RENA:It was nice seeing you. Bye babe. Rena kissed Senator on the cheek, and rubbing the invisible kiss away with her thumb before turning away from him and close the door behind her. As she began to walk down the corridor, Rena grabbed her BlackBerry and dialed a number. RENA:Hey, Aiden. Yes, I planted the 'seed of distrust' on Senator's end. I really don't like doing this. You know why! I know, I know. Okay, I'll see you later. Bye. [fade]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:15:46 GMT -5
Title: *The Following Segment Has Been Paid For By Criminal* Credit: Trent Wheeler
A dimly lit bar is shown. It is presumed near the Key Arena. It is lively tonight as Trent Wheeler and Ryan Stark have shown up. Stark is having a great time, mingling with everybody, especially the ladies. Wheeler is sitting at the bar, drinking a chocolate milkshake. He looks displeased with the atmosphere. Stark takes a seat next to him and pats him on the shoulder.
Ryan Stark Trent! Come on, don't look so down. We're here to celebrate the capture of a Criminal! There are a few awkward seconds. Wheeler's expression doesn't change. Yeah, I hate puns too... A few more seconds pass. How about I order you a drink? And everybody else while I'm at it. Stark rises from his seat and shouts to the entire room. How about a round for the house! The room let's out a cheer while Stark sits back down and takes out Criminal's credit card. Payed for by Criminal of course.
Hearing this, Wheeler breaks his silence.
Trent Wheeler That is the problem Rai! You know, I was okay with messing with Criminal once, he deserved it, but this is starting to get out of hand. I don't want to get back started on the wrong path.
Ryan Stark That's what your worried about? Trenty man, there is no right or wrong path. This world is just filled with middle roads.
Wheeler looks over at Stark. He's surprised at how philosophic that was. Then he realized Stark was getting a buzz.
Trent Wheeler ...God I fucking hate you. How can you by like this drunk? You sound so much better.
Ryan Stark Nah I'm fine right now Trenty. And all's I'm trying to say is...hehe. Well, I guess don't know either.
Wheeler rolls his eyes and puts his head in his hands. Stark hands the bartender Criminal's card and because of Stark's history (He had done this beforehand.) it was accepted.
Trent Wheeler How is this a middle road? Stealing a man's credit card and giving him an enormous bill.
Ryan Stark He stole two, TWO of your cars and wrecked'em. Your never gonna get those back Trent. Not ever. So, we take his money. It's as simple as that.
Trent Wheeler Sending him to jail was bad enough Rai. It felt good, but I don't want to be a criminal. I would be sinking down to his level.
Ryan Stark Hey, you didn't do anything, so don't worry about that. I did- Stark looks toward the camera. Well you didn't do anything to Criminal. So how about you have a drink. Just one. It won't hurt.
Wheeler exhales and then nods his head. Stark hands him a rum and coke. The camera slowly pans out and then fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:16:25 GMT -5
At the Hospital 2 (Written by The Red Panther, Mickey Flamingo use has been approved by Adrian for both segments) Tuesday 19th January 2010, 7:13PMOur camera man re-enters the same hospital ward he visited he day after last weeks action packed Warfare. The Red Panther and Mickey Flamingo are still in hospital, but seem to have perked up. Panthers head bandages are now a lot smaller, most of them have been removed in fact and Panther has no more bandages around his ribs. Mickey has a few plasters (bandaid? Thats some charity pop band thank you very much) on his forehead and just one bandage around his ribs. The colour in there faces has returned and they seem alright, as they are watching TV.Panther: HAHAHAHAHA! SHE GONNA GET PAID AIN'T SHE MICKEY? Mickey Flamingo: I guess. Listen Pant'er, Hawthorne comin' to see us soon, an' if he listens we can get Addy out of ACDubya soon. Naw I hav' seen you on the TV, please don't do dat stuff you did with Ginger. Panther: What? I didn't do anything to Gingerdude! Mickey Flamingo: Naw Pant'er, you and I both know dat just ain't true. Just keep quiet, I'll sort all dis out and we'll be laughin'. At this moment, ACW chairman Samuel Hawthorne and the female doctor we saw before enter the room, chatting away.Hawthorne: I trust they have been no trouble? Doctor: No, they slept for the first few days and since then they have just been watching TV. Mr. Panther should be ready for action by a week tomorrow. Hawthorne thanks the doctor quietly and sends her away.Hawthorne: So, The Red Panther, nice to finally meet you. I assume you will be ready to wrestle soon? Panther: Well, I think we will see how it goes, most likely I- Hawthorne: Good good. Now straight to business, Mr Flamingo, there is no way I am letting go of your nephew of one or two minor incidents. Mickey Flamingo: Naw hang on thar! Minor incidents? Addy went crazy, he's off his rocker, he's a few tools short of a tool box Sammy! Hawthorne: I do not care for his mental state. All I care for is Adrian's physical state and the fact he shifts merchandise. Panther: But his attacks!? Hawthorne: As an ACW employee you can request a match with Adrian at any time and your contract means that if you are attacked by an ACW employee there are no legal actions you can take. And Mickey, when you sign to say you wish to appearer on my show, you waiver away any liability from ACW to yourself. In other words, you can sue, but only yourself. Adrian was received a verbal warning from me personally to discourage this behavior. Now gentlemen, I have things to do. I wish you a speedy recovery Panther, otherwise you may struggle to wrestle. Hawthorne turns and leaves while Mickey Flamingos face turns a shade of red and Panther’s fists curl into balls. Somehow I doubt this is the end of this.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:17:01 GMT -5
Match 4: Non Title Match Trent Wheeler vs. Rena (Credit: Panther)
Wheeler and Rena circle round the middle of the ring staring each other down. They shake hands before Trent goes for a clothesline which Rena rolls under. She stands up and boots Trent in the back of the knee, dropping him down to one knee. She then kicks away the other, dropping him just onto his knees. Rena then follows with a solid roundhouse kick which lays Trent out. Rena covers and gets a two count. As Wheeler gets up Rena runs at the ropes and on the return slips through Trent's legs. Rena wraps her arms round Trent and tries to take him down but Trent spins and arm drags Rena onto the mat. As Trent goes to lock in a hold on her Rena rolls onto her back and puts Trent in an arm bar from the ground. Using his free-hand Trent pushes Rena off, causing her too roll onto her knees. Trent then charges at the ropes and on the return knees Rena in the jaw, sprawling her. Quickly Trent covers, getting a two.
Edison: This has been a fast paced match so far.
Maxwell: Exciting is another way to describe it!
Trent lifts up Rena and slams her back onto the ground with a gut wrench suplex. Trent then grabs Rena by the arm and locks in a triangle choke, cutting off her air supply. Rena rolls over to the side a few times but eventually decides to go another route. Putting her feet up Rena pushes off and bridges over, ending on top of Trent pinning him. Trent only realizes when he hears the referee say two, at which point he lets go of the hold to get his shoulder up. Rena walks to the corner, holding her throat. Trent sees this and goes for a running clothesline but Rena ducks underneath, sending Trent running into the corner. When he turns Rena slaps him across the face so that he spins back into the corner and then hits him with a high angle dropkick to the back of the head. Trent stumbles back wards into the middle of the ring and then is hit with a running lariat! Rena covers Trent and gets a two count.
Edison: Very back and forth match.
Maxwell: A few near falls!
Rena gives the ref a dirty look before sighing and standing up, stalking Trent. Trent gets too one knee and then gets booted in the chest by Rena. Rena runs at the ropes and on the return jumps up high then plants a huge elbow onto Trent's chest! Rena hooks the leg for another two count. Rena lifts Trent again but this time gets a European upper-cut to the jaw. After three more upper-cuts Trent backs Rena into the ropes. Trent whips Rena across the ring and on the return slips behind her to hit the Meet the Ground (Wheelbarrow facebuster!) Trent smiles and pushes Rena off. He then climbs up and goes to lift Rena only to get low blowed! Rena rolls backward and jumping kicks Trent in the face, stumbling him into the ropes. Rena backs up and charges at Trent for a clothesline, only for Trent to duck causing Rena to smash into the ropes. Trent quickly jumps back a few steps then jumps in again with the Severing Fang, only for Rena to jump as high as possible, landing with her feet on the second rope while Trent slams into the post. Trent stumbles back and turns to face Rena, who is still on the top rope. Rena dives over Trent's head and hits him with a sunset flip, pinning him for the three out of nowhere!
Winner: Rena Matheson!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:17:38 GMT -5
Segment: Next week (Mr. Red)
Camera fades in to show Mr. Red pacing in the hallway outside the new bosses office. He lost the title match last week so he has no title and no contract. He paces back and forth in the hallway awaiting for something.
Finally the door opens to the office and Samuel Hawthorne looks out.
Sam: Mr. Red, come on in.
Red: It's about damn time. I been waiting out here forever.
Sam: Only through patience, will you be rewarded. Such hasty outbursts will not be tolerated.
Red glared back at the new chairman. He walked over to sit down in a chair but a sharp whistle from the head of ACW stopped him.
Sam: No, Red. You don't sit down unless I tell you to. You stand up when you wish to address me.
Red: I will sit down if I want to. You don't have any leash on me. Remember, I don't have a contract yet.
Sam: Is that why you are here? You are looking to force the new chairman into giving you a contract? I not like your last boss. I won't take -
Red: My last boss didn't offer to renew my contract. So as far as I am concerned, if we negotiate a contract you are far better than the last piece of crap.
Sam walked around and sat down at his desk.
Sam: You want me to discuss a contract with you based on last weeks performance? You barely did anything offensively against the Entertainment champion.
Red: I have been with a new trainer as of late and was hesitant on the new moves that I have been learning.
Sam: Didn't you say something last week about being a brand new Mr. Red? Not the same as ACW has seen in the past? What happened?
Red: You don't know a damn thing. You don't know what the past has been. Who the hell do you think you are?
Sam: I am a person that you need to show some respect to. I have the authority to give and take jobs away. You better watch your "new attitude" toward me if you want a shot at returning full time to the ACW roster.
Mr. Red stands there and ponders the words of the chairman. After a moment he sits down in the chair. Hawthorne reaches into a desk drawer and pulls out a sheet of paper.
Red: That's what I thought. We will now talk contract.
Sam: No. We will discuss a match for your contract.
Mr. Red slammed his fist on the desk in frustration.
Red: WHAT?!
Sam: Did you think I was going to outright give you a contract after last weeks performance?
Red: You son of a - - - -
Sam: Watch it. I still have what you need.
Mr. Red glared at the boss.
Sam: Now. Let's discuss this match. Next week on the Supershow, you will have a match. If you win that match, you will have earned the right to talk to me about signing a contract.
Red shook his head and reached out to sign the paper.
Red: Who am I facing?
Sam: You want to know. Next week. ACW presents a contract match featuring Mr. Red one on one ….Jonny Spade.
Red smirked as he stood up from the desk.
Red: Good. I intend to beat his ass next week. I will find out why he is following me around.
Sam: You can find out next week. You are forbidden of harassing him tonight. Actually you know what? You don't work here at the moment. You aren't even needed tonight. I am going to have you escorted out of the arena for the night.
Samuel whistled sharply again and 4 giant bodyguards entered the office. Red tensed up as the first one came in but as each one entered after that his shoulders slump slightly. One guard reaches out for Red who slaps the arm away.
Red: Don't touch me. I know how I got in here. I will use that to get out.
Scene fades out as security follows Red out the door.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:18:09 GMT -5
Segment: Redundant Reminders (Credit: CP, Senator)
As the show returns from the break, Senator Steve Phillips, the Capitalists, and Chris Phenomenal are all seen in their locker room area, and none of the above look too pleased at the moment.
Anthony Kalb: That stupid Gracie and his stupid armbars!
Kevin Fitsharris: Tell me about it! He slammed my head into the wall, too! Trace Gibson said it could need stitches! And then he armbarred me, too! What a weirdo!
CP: Yeah, yeah, enough already, nobody gives a crap about you two getting your asses taken down by one guy. One guy who runs around in the back in a freakin' karate uniform.
The Senator: Well, I can speak from personal experience that Gracie knows how to apply that armbar...but I agree with Mr. Phenomenal, enough is enough!
CP: So yeah, I think I need to tell you about a little conversation I had a week ago.
Senator: I was watching the televised feed, Blunderkiss thought he had some advice for you.
Fitsharris: Why doesn't anyone else watch the show?
Senator: Good question...I think I might be the only person who does that on a regular basis, but anyway, what I was meaning to get at was this: you do not know Mr. Aiden Joseph, or his alter ego.
CP: I know enough about him to...
Senator: No, listen to me, Mr. Joseph is much more formidible intellectually than I would like to admit. He is a complete psychopath, and while he can be startlingly reckless, he is not a complete fool. Everything he told you was a calculated strategy to lure you away from ACW, and even more, to...
CP: To totally piss you off, yeah, I know. He hates your guts, he hates ACW as it is. Don't worry about me.
Senator: You know, the other funny thing here is that I had a friendly visit from Miss Rena Matheson earlier today while you were out, and the Capitalists were having their arms forcefully extended.
CP: Rena? What'd she want?
Senator: Well, I think part of it was an honest friendly visit, for which I was glad to catch up on old times, but she also warned me of your possible trechery, citing the many...
CP: All the other people who turned on you, just like TK mentioned.
Senator: Correct, I cannot help but notice the coordinated efforts. Keep that in mind through the week, and do not let them distract you from your goals. That does not mean that you unquestioningly follow me around, I want you to win that title, and hold it as long as you can, it is to my best interest to promote yours. Blunderkiss's main interests are for ACW to decend into chaos and anarchy, so that he may fill the void with his own charismatic personality and ruthless drive. You heard the man speak, you know how soulcrushingly bitter he is after the losses he suffered last year. Unless he has total control, absolute power, and is on top of the mountain, he will never be happy. Remember that, no matter what ploy he may attempt next.
CP: Shoot, you don't need to be justifying yourself here, you don't think I saw through his crap?
Senator: Touche. I do not mean to underestimate YOUR intelligence.
Fitsharris: Man, where's the bandages, my head's bleeding again!
Kalb: Yeah, Fitsy, because you slammed your PSP against it!
Fitsharris: Shut up, Kalb!
Kalb: Why don't you come over here and make me!
Fitsharris: You know what, I will!
Fitsharris rolls up his sleeves and heads towards Kalb.
Senator: Speaking of intelligence...
For his part, Kalb throws a mighty punch, hitting Fitsharris in the arm, but ends up throwing out his already tender shoulder when doing so, leaving both Capitalists stumbling around the locker room, holding their arms.
CP: I don't think anyone's underestimating THEIR intelligence...
Fade Out.
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