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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:38:32 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Frost Media Senator and Chris Phenomenal
Underneath the shadow of the Sears Tower, the city of Chicago lies, the wind whipping across the Michigan adding a slight chill to the winter air. The hustle and bustle of the passing motorists greets one’s ears as we focus in on two men, knee length winter coats on, the sun reflecting off their hair, the silver of one and the blond of other. Promptly the two turn on their heels and head through the revolving door of one of the looming sky scrapers, stepping into a welcoming foyer, a security guard sitting nearest the door. The two men stamp their shoes on the mat, getting rid of any snow coating it before stepping in and heading promptly towards the receptionist desk and the smiling young blond, spilling bosom emphasized by the tight blouse.
Receptionist: Welcome to Frost Media Towers, may I help you?
Senator steps up to the desk as Chris hangs back behind him. Phillips puts on a slight smile for the women, speaking in an even tone.
The Senator: Yes, my name is Steve Phillips, United States Sen…
Before Senator can finish off though he is interrupted by the receptionist now absolutely beaming with joy.
Receptionist: Oh my God, it really is you. How could I have been so stupid not to recognize you. I volunteered with your campaign group for the last election. My father, and grandfather before were Democrats and always told me to get involved with politics as that was the only way we could change the world for the better.
Senator: I would personally like to thank you for your generous support and I do hope I have done fairly well in my team representing you and your fellow constituents.
Receptionist: Oh you have, some friends and I were just talking the other day about your health care proposal and we hope that at the bare minimum that is passed. We can’t continue this travesty any longer, allowing those in dire need of medical care to go without.
Senator: Well we are doing our best to make sure that the needs of the country are met, albeit in a more practical way than our President proposes...in fact that is why I am here today. I have a meeting with a Mister Frost, I called ahead earlier today to make sure our arrangements were still feasible for him. I am actually running a bit late, this weather is not conducive for city travel so I was hoping you could point me in the right direction.
Receptionist: Mr. Frost has his own private elevator just through the back here. I can send you up right away if you would like?
Senator: That would be most helpful, and again, I thank you and your family for your good work.
Receptionist: Alright, I’ll call for it now.
With that Senator backs away from the desk towards Chris as the grinding of the elevator gears from behind the reception desk are heard. The receptionist gestures for Phillips and Chris to come behind the desk, the two walking around as the slam of the elevator reaching the ground floor greets them. The doors swing open and the roomy interior of the elevator is exposed as the receptionist steps back allowing Chris to hop in as Senator pauses for a moment, not willing to pass up the opportunity to make nice with a voter.
Senator: It was a pleasure to meet you, take care, and keep fighting the good fight.
The receptionist blushes as Senator steps through the elevator door, a slight wave coming his way. Slowly the door closes on them as Chris turns and looks at Phillips, shaking his head.
Chris Phenomenal: His own fuckin’ elevator. How much coin does this son of a bitch have to blow.
Senator: With his sorts of involvements, it is not a matter of Mr. Frost having the necessary funds to blow on such extravagancies, it is a matter of personal security.
Chris Phenomenal: Isn’t going to help him much today though.
Chris chuckles a bit to himself as Senator turns around and freezes Chris with a stern glare.
Senator: We discussed this earlier. If we go rushing into his offices, demanding the information with brute force he will instantly call security without saying a single word, and we will get nowhere. Neither of us is Jack Bauer, nor should we attempt to emulate his example. There are other, more damaging ways to get to Mister Frost as opposed to a mindless physical confrontation.
Chris Phenomenal: Yeah, whatever. You want to do it your way fine, you’ve got ten minutes for him to spill or I’m going to make him; he knows something and I’m not going through with this diplomatic bull shit.
Senator: I understand what you are going…
Chris Phenomenal: No you don’t Steve, not in the least. You don’t even know a tenth of what’s gone on between Paige and I. I’ll do things your way, let you have the first crack at him with your diplomatic reasoning but if he balks, something’s going down; I’m not leaving here without the answers I came for.
Senator begins to rebut but is interrupted by the chime of the elevator signifying the duo have reached their destination. The doors pull back revealing a large office looming above most of the other buildings in the area. Sitting behind the polished oak desk across the room is the sandy haired figure of Cody Frost, appearing to be about thirty-five years in age; young for a media mogul but not out of the realm of possibility. Senator and Chris step through the door as the man gets out of his seat and watches them cross the room, upon them reaching close enough, addressing them.
Cody Frost: Senator Phillips, it truly is an honor to meet with you today.
Senator stops and the two shake hands, very businessman like, holding for a second.
Senator: The pleasure is mine Mister Frost.
Senator releases the grip on Cody Frosts hand and turns toward Chris.
Senator: I would like you meet my associate, Mister Phenomenal.
Cody Frost: Ah yes, the wrestler. Greetings Mister Phenomenal.
Chris looks at his hand for a moment before a well placed elbow to the ribs from Senator jerks Chris back into attention as he shakes the hand before quickly pulling away, obvious discontent hidden under the suit he is wearing.
Cody Frost: Please, take a seat.
The three take a seat as Chris looks on, wiping at the crease in his slacks, shifting a bit uncomfortable, formal wear not necessarily Chris’ forte.
Cody Frost: So what brings you here? Your seat isn’t due up for another four years so you can’t be drumming up campaign money already?
Senator: Actually I am here as a result of one of your magazines, a, and I quote from the description, "a fetish related publication delving into the BDSM culture," specifically your latest issue.
Chris twitches at the mention, the scars still wide open at the mention of the contents. The words of Phillips however shake Cody Frost, putting him off guard for a moment.
Cody Frost: Forgive me if this seems daft but you’ve never come across as the sort that that line of products would cater too.
Senator: I can assure you that I have exactly no interest in such vile tripe, while many bottom feeders might look to satisfy their vulgar urge through their purchases, they only shall find in the long run that they are buying into the slow decline of civilized society in this era.
Cody Frost: Doesn’t necessarily ruin my life however, it’s one of our top sellers.
Cody lets out a hearty laugh as Senator, ever the politician laughs along, masterfully selling the joke. Chris however takes no shine to it and shakes again, his fists balled but retaining his temper, at least for the time being. Cody halts his laughter and shakes his head for a moment before looking back at Senator.
Cody Frost: Well then, what was the issue with it, aside from it being a plague on society.
Senator looks at Cody, having seen the question coming miles away and their answer pre-rehearsed.
Senator: My associate here believes the pictures submitted on page eighteen actually belong to him. You will have noticed they seem to be old Polaroid’s masterfully re-touched, looking at the corners, the most missed spot lends credence to this. Now Chris returned to his home after a stint on ACW Island and found that it had been broken into but nothing seemed missing. However after seeing the pictures he returned home and upon closer inspection found them, amongst a few other items of a personal nature where stolen.
Cody looks at Senator and just shakes his head.
Cody Frost: I have no reason to suspect that you are lying to me, Senator Phillips, however all of our independent contractors have a signed agreement that they’re pictures are done on willing models…
Chris shakes again, more physically so at the mention of “willing models” as Cody notices him and interrupts himself
Cody Frost: …Are you okay Mister Phenomenal?
Chris Phenomenal: Yes I am, just a small case of back spasms. If anyone ever tries to say going through a table doesn’t have effects on the body they’re lying.
Cody Frost: Duly noted. As I was saying, our models all sign a waiver of consent that also states they are over the age of eighteen. They photographers then do their job and submit photos, along with receipts and we pay them for the photo’s as well as the cost of the models. We‘ve found that to be the best line of business, allowing us to get the best possible photo‘s from across the country without incurring expenses of flying models and photographers in.
Senator: I understand that and have being around contracts for much of my life, I would assume you have protection if anything submitted by an independent contractor is not in accordance with state law?
Cody Frost: That is correct.
Senator: That being said however, would it not be in your best interest to make sure that everything is on the “up and up.” It would be a shame if such a strong enterprise fell at the hands of public scrutiny after the media got a hold of a story about unsavory photos being published that have been removed without consent from others homes.
Cody Frost: Yes, and we do. We force all our contractors to under go a review of our procedures once a year. I also resent the fact that you‘re threatening to go to the media over this, especially when you have no proof.
Senator: I have all the proof I need, Mister Frost, however I have no intentions of going to the media, at least not yet. I understand the clout you hold and the possibility of it coming back negatively on me, and more importantly, the ramifications for my associate. That is why I come to you with a proposal that should be mutually beneficial.
Cody Frost: I’m listening.
Chris turns to Senator and shakes his watch, indicating that the allotted ten minutes are nearly up.
Senator: What I propose is we do a little work together, save your "good" name as well as ease the mind of Mister Phenomenal by recovering his pictures. What we request of you is all the information on the person who submitted the aforementioned photos and we will do all the investigating, free of charge. We both avoid a public relations nightmare and Mister Phenomenal recovers his goods.
Cody Frost: I’m sorry Senator, I understand where you’re coming from however that would violate our companies privacy policy, something I take very seriously.
Senator: I understand, but do note that I take paying of ones state and federal tax as or even more serious. I am not understating things when I say that it would be a nightmare for you, were the IRS to audit your statement.
Cody Frost: I doubt they would find anything, I have no accounts to hide, no falsified information. I have performed my civic duty and paid every cent I have owed. Now, if this is all you have come to discus, I would ask that you…
Ten minutes having elapsed and Cody not having budged, Chris gets out of his chair and leaps the desk, tackling Cody Frost and landing right on him in a full mount, swings his right fist and catches him flush across the jaw.
Chris Phenomenal: Listen to me you son of a bitch. I know what goes on in here, you’ve got this room sound proofed and isolated so that no one can hear what is going on when you have an “office party.” Now you don’t know what I’m going to do until I get that information, so I suggest you hand it over and spare yourself what is sure to come.
Senator looks at his protégé but more the pleading face of Cody Frost and slowly shakes his head, expressionless as Chris delivers another right hand to the jaw, this one drawing blood, two blows having battered the face of Cody Frost. Chris takes his left hand and puts it to the throat of Cody Frost, his right hand looming ominously.
Chris Phenomenal: Give me his information.
Cody Frost: O…O…Okay.
Chris removes his hand from the throat of Frost but doesn’t give up, instead signaling to Phillips to get behind the desk, only to find that the Senator is already at the computer, inserting a USB drive into the tower.
Chris Phenomenal: How do we get it?
Cody Frost: Just click on the submissions folder, you should be able to then do a manual search for it.
Senator hammers quickly at the keyboard before looking up at the screen and turning to Chris.
Senator: I have the information right here.
Chris Phenomenal: Take it.
Phillips copies the files over onto his USB drive, and performs a quick check on the information before giving CP a brief thumbs up.
Chris Phenomenal: Not a word of this to anyone or so help me God I‘ll…
Chris doesn’t even need to punctuate his statement any further as Cody shakes his head in agreement.
Chris Phenomenal: Good.
With that Chris gets up and heads towards the elevator as Senator pockets the information. Chris presses the button to open the door and steps in as Senator turns and looks back towards Cody Frost, now trying to pull himself back into his desk chair.
Senator: It was...a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Frost, but I do think we must depart.
With that, Senator Phillips steps into the elevator as the doors shut and the scene ends.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:39:17 GMT -5
Michael Smart vs. Jack Jefferson (Credit: CP)
Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first, Michael Smart.
"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.
Phillip Jones: and his opponent, Jack Jefferson.
“Who Can Say” by Horrors hits the speakers and Jack Jefferson emerges through the curtain to a wall of boos from the fans. This doesn’t seem to faze Jefferson as a big smirk grows on his face whilst he looks out across the sea of fans in attendance. He then takes his time as he cockily struts to the ring, apparently oblivious to the booing he receives. As Jack reaches the ring he quickens his pace so that he is able to slide straight in.
He climbs onto the turnbuckle to his right, placing his right foot on the top rope whilst leaving his left on the middle rope and smirks at the audience below. He slaps his hands on his pectoral muscles and holds his arms out wide, forming a ‘gun’ with his index fingers and thumbs. He then hops down, dropping his jacket over the ropes and stretches, awaiting his opponent’s entrance.
The two men circle each other, their heads bobbing trying to find an opening before locking up, collar and elbow trying to gain the advantage at the start of the match. Jack ducks breaking the engagement and goes for a German suplex, but Michael tucks his foot to the calve of Ronnie and prevents the maneuver before firing a stiff elbow right to the face of Jack, stunning him and allowing Michael to go onto the offensive with not one, not two, but three European uppercuts that back Jack against the ropes, before he is taken to the mat by a short arm clothesline. Michael stays on the aggressive with an elbow drop to the reddened chest of Jack Jefferson, before hooking the leg for a quick cover.
…1
Jack easily kicks out of the pin but that doesn’t shake Michael’s confidence as Michael goes for another cover that doesn’t even make it to one. Michael pulls Jack to his feet, but the grasp is broken by a stiff right to the gut, and then an impressive knee lift to the sternum that doubles Michael over. As he straightens up Jack catches him with an enziguri to the back of the skull that sends him to the floor. Jack foregoes the pin attempt and immediately locks in a chicken wing armlock, Michael’s hands instantly six inches away from the ropes. Jack rears back as hard as he can, using his strength and weight advantage to ground Michael Smart. Michael tries to reach the ropes but is unable to get there as he slumps to the canvas, as the referee asks him if he is going to quit. Michael shakes his arm as he tries to wriggle his way out of the hold, but Jack has other ideas, standing up and dropping all of his weight onto the back of Michael Smart flattening him while keeping his arm locked. Jack modifies the hold as he comes up, stepping over like a camel clutch and leans back and bends the back of Michael at an even larger angle this time, and the pain is creeping onto the face of Michael Smart, as Jack fires a stiff right to the side of the skull. Michael’s right hand reaches back and grabs a hold of the right calve of Jack Jefferson, and slowly works his way to that side, applying as much force as possible against the right leg of Jack, but turning the ankle out the other way, as the base falls out after the quick ankle lock, allowing Michael to reach the ropes, clutching his arm in pain.
Michael Smart is pulled to his feet by Jack Jefferson who fires a stiff right to the back of Michael Smart, before locking in a full nelson as Michael Smart is once again trapped in a dangerous submission hold. Michael starts to fights back towards the ropes, a foot away before he is jerked back with a full nelson slam slamming him hard on his neck and back, obviously the body parts Jefferson has decided to target for this match. Jeffersons releases the full nelson, and grabs a hold of the right leg of Michael Smart and rolls him away from the ropes in a half crab, as he bends Michael at an angle further away from the ropes, and digs a knee right into the small of his back as Michael’s face immediately screws up in pain. Michael tries to fights his way to the far ropes but Jack puts a stop to that in much the same way he did with the cobra clutch, dropping a knee right to the back and re elevating Michael once again at an even steeper angle. Michael struggles then to go to the ropes all the way across the ring and is once again stopped by the same maneuver, this time however a fleeting smile comes across the face of Michael Smart as the old fashioned mat wrestling training comes in handy, rolling into the hold and firing his left leg up with surprising power, catching Jack square on the chin as he tumbles over losing the hold.
Michael scrambles to his feet as does Jack as the two combatants size each other up and once again go collar and elbow, but only for a brief moment as Michael this time fires a quick knee to the gut of Jack Jefferson, and then a quick European uppercut right to the chops, and then another, and another, straightening Jack up, but not for long as Michael elevates and takes down Jack with a beautiful drop kick, but Michael lands on his injured back sending it into spasm as Michael clutches it as he gets to his feet, and ducks under the Lariat attempt of Jack Jefferson, and on the rebound catches him with a lariat of his own, and goes for the cover
…1 …2 NO! Jack rolls the shoulder up, breaking the count as Michael crawls to his feet, pulling Jack up with him, but not for long as he brings both men down to the canvas with a standard issue neckbreaker, and goes right into a chinlock, slowing the match down, but also allowing him time to recover from the torture he was subjected to earlier.
Jack Jefferson fights his way to his feet, before an elbow to the gut breaks the hold and Jack goes to work on the back right again with a belly to belly release suplex. Jack looks on as Michael lands clutching his back in pain, a sadistic smile on his face. Jack walks over and places a boot into the small of the back of Michael, and then another, and another, and another, before Michael rolls out of the ring. Jack himself rolls out of the ring, and stalks Michael, waiting for him to get to his feet, before charging and connecting with the steel ring steps as Michael executes a perfect drop toe hold, and rolls into the ring breaking the count, before pulling himself up using the ropes, and then running the length of the apron before hitting a leg drop on the head of Jack propelling it into the steel ring steps, and then rolls him into the ring and hooks the leg.
…1 …2 NO! Jack manages to roll a shoulder up prolonging the match as Michael looks on in disbelief, before rolling to his feet and waiting for Jack to get to his feet. Jack is slow to his feet and Michael waits for him. Jack stumbles into the path of Michael, and is caught by a knee lift that doubles him over. Michael takes one arm and then the other and hooks him before lifting Jack into the air, before collapsing, his back having been unable to take the stress of the move and to add insult to injury Jack lands on him in a pinning predicament
…1 Michael rolls the shoulder up fairly easily but Jack Jefferson has gained the advantage and further cements it as his right fist rains down on Michael’s face. The referee jumps in pushing Jack off of Michael, but the damage has been done to Michael. Michael gets to his feet, a little woozy from the repeated impact and still clutching his back before Jack picks him and brings him down with a firemans carry gut buster and covers the lifeless form of Michael Smart
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NO!!! Michael manages to roll a shoulder up as now Jack looks flustered, but does not lose his composure, rolling away from Michael Smart and getting to his feet.
Jack Jefferson sets up in position ready to strike as the referee checks on Michael Smart with his back to Jack. As Smart fights to his feet Jack charges looking for a knee lift but Smart ducks out of the way and as Jefferson takes him down hooks the leg and tries to force it over for a Smartshooter. Jefferson however sits up and hooks the head of Smart and takes him down with a roll up.
…1 …2
DING DING DING!
Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentleman this contest has reached it’s time limit and therefore is a draw.
The gathered crowd is mixed in reaction, the result not what everyone paid to see but the match having been well worth the price of admission. We cut out and go back to the back.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:39:51 GMT -5
Segment: No More Mr. Nice Trace Birmingham, Pt. 2 (Credit: Freeman) Trace Birmingham and Greg have finally arrived at the arena, albeit a little lateTrace: C’mon Greg! Let’s go! I FEEL GOOD ABOUT TODAY! And they walk to the door, seeing two guards in frontTrace: Hey, guys! You just keep on guarding! Sorry for all the crazy Trace Birmingham fans that probably try to get in there! Haha! Keep ‘em out though! Those guys can like…shoot me y’know! There are some crazy people out there! Trace happily tries to walk in but finds his path blocked by the guardsTrace: Er…guys…guys…you’re kinda blocking the door. Could ya like…move over a little? They stand thereTrace: …Why aren’t ya guys moving? Greg: Er…Trace…I--- Trace: I don’t get it… Guards: … Trace: … Guards: … Trace: … Greg: Trace I think--- Trace: I GOT IT! I NEED THE PASSWORD! OK! Is it like a riddle? Or like…hmm…OH I GOT IT I GOT IT! The password is…ALPHA! Right? For ALPHA Championship Wrestling? Or wait…you could be SLA fans. LOS ANGELES. THE PASSWORD COULD BE LOS ANGELES OR ALPHA. Or…hm… Guards: … Trace: OPEN SESAME! Guards: … Trace: ALAKAZAM! Guards: … Trace: BOB SAGET! Greg: Trace, I don’t think they’re letting us in Trace: But why not? The guards finally speakGuards: Nobody who is not on the list is allowed in. No fans are allowed through this door! Trace: ER…but IM NOT A FAN. Im a wrestler! The amazing pro wrestler TRACE BIRMINGHAM. Future world champion…its even on my homemade business cards! It was.
Guards: Look, if you aren’t on the list you aren’t allowed in Trace: I AM on the list! But er…what’s the list? Guards: The list of people allowed in. Staff members, superstars…I am looking at this list right now and there is absolutely no Trace Birmingham on this list. Therefore, since you are not on this list, you are not allowed in. And if you do not leave soon enough you will be escorted off the premises. Trace: But…look again, I’m Trace Birmingham! Guards: Sorry, the only person we have here who is not yet in the building is somebody called “Trance Armstrong.” Trace: That’s me! Guards: You just said--- Trace: NO! NO! NO! LISTEN…Trance Armstrong is my REAL name! EVERY WRESTLER HAS A REAL NAME, DON’T YOU KNOW THAT?! Guards: I’ll have to see identification Trace: Well…I don’t HAVE identification. HOW MANY TIMES MUST I EXPLAIN THIS. TRANCE ARMSTRONG IS TRACE BIRMINGHAM’S REAL NAME! Guards: Yes…let me see identification then. Greg groans.Greg: He means that Trance Armstrong is his stage name’s real name…not his real name… Guards: … Trace: IT’S TRUE SO THAT’S WHY I DON’T HAVE ID! Well, that solves that mystery! Man that was cool, I feel like Nancy Drew or someone! Cmon Greg let’s go! Guards: Yeah, you’re going to leave. Now. Trace: But..but… Greg: Trace, enough, let’s just get out of here before you get arrested or something. Trace: THEY WON’T TAKE ME ALIVE! Trace rushes forward only to be shoved back to the ground by the guards, who are now getting quite annoyed.Trace: FINE! I’LL GO! BUT CAUSE I WANT TO! NOT CAUSE YOU TOLD ME TO! CMON GREG! WE’RE LEAVING AND WE’RE GONNA HAVE FUN SOMEWHERE ELSE! Guards: Good. And don’t try the “pizza delivery” trick…because it won’t work. Trace: I..er…why would I…I was never…I wouldn’t…er…grrrrRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAA……FINE! BYE! Five minutes later… ?: THE CHINESE FOOD IS HERE! The two guards look at each other and one marches forward grabbing the “Chinese Food Delivery Man.”Guard: That’s it. You’re out of here. “Chinese Food Delivery Man”: IM AN INNOCENT CHINESE RESTAURANT DELIVERY MAN Guard: You’re not even Chinese! “Chinese Food Delivery Man”: THAT’S RACIST! JUST BECAUSE OUR RESTAURANT HASN’T YET OUTSOURCED FOR CHEAP LABOR IN CHINA DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN DISCRIBIMATE AGAINST ME! LET ME IN! And the guard promptly evicts Trace from the premises.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:40:32 GMT -5
A vehicle is shown pulling into the arena at a high rate of speed. The car quickly comes to a halt infront of the arena door. Criminal quickly steps out grabing his bags and proceeding into the arena. He glances at the time and realizes that he has a while left until his match against Trent. As he walks down the halls to his locker room he picks up his cell, and glances at the number that called him earlier at his grandma's house. Criminal is filled with anger, just by being in a town who show such hatred towards him. Criminal decides to call the number back as he walks into his locker room.
Voice: Hey, can you talk now?
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] What's with the sweet talk. No, hey fucker i'm surprised your not in another prision somewhere. No, It's your fault my best friend shot himself.
Voice: Look man, that was almost 13 years ago.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] And 10 of those 13 years I was in prision because of your dumbass friend. You were suppose to be my guy Drew.
Drew: Hey lets not use real names here. I'm still calling you by the street name of Criminal.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] That's because I earned that name on the streets of Detroit. I come down here and visit my grandmother for a summer, and I end up in prision.
Drew: Alright look, I'm not calling you to try and pin point a blame on someone. I called you because I saw you at your grandmothers house.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Yea, I was there.
Drew: Why didn't you call?
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Last time I was with you, you just waved at laughed as I disappeared in a police car. You knew I didn't do it. You knew it was him. DIDN'T YOU!
Drew: Lets not point fingers.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Tell me the truth. Otherwise I will find you and beat the truth out of you.
Drew: Alright, I knew, but the man was like my brother. I can't just let him go down like that. You ended up getting out anyway.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] After 10 years man. My whole teenage years was spent in prision for a crime I didn't commit.
Drew: But werent' you just locked up last week.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] That's just business.
Drew: What kinda business you in? One where you go to jail every week to get a free place to stay and a free meal. I knew you would never grow up, and just free load the rest of your life.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] My profession is that of great respect. One that you could never do, because well, they don't like mamma's boys here. Speaking of which, don't you still live with your mom.
Drew: She's ill, I have to stay here.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] How old are you now, cause I know you are older than me.
Drew: I'm 34.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Well by living at home with your mom, I'm almost sure you have no girlfriend. So with that said, I truely think that your still a virgin.
Drew: I had a girlfriend.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] You remind me of someone. His name is Trent Wheeler. He don't have a girlfriend either. Instead he spends all his time with his friend Ryan Stark. I'm not to sure about their relationship, but at least he can say he is no longer a vigrin. Unlike you. Although, you never know. Maybe your family is like the rest of these pathetic inbreds down here and like the incest. Anyways drew you are becoming a big waste of my time. I'm only down here for my career, and not to try and remenise about old times, because quite frankly the old times i had down here just weren't the best.
Drew: You think that you can just come here, and talk to me in that way. You haven't seen me in over 13 years. You have no idea...
Criminal quickly cuts him off.
[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Look mother fucker, I am not your friend. It seems like every since I became rich and famous everyone wants to try and be a part of my life again. They still hold those murders on my record, and why? Because they think that i did it. If you want to see what I want to do to you watch the ACW born again show tonight. When I get my revenge on Trent for what he did to me last week.
Criminal quickly hangs up the phone, and throws it against the wall. The phone shattered, and the scene fades.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:41:05 GMT -5
The Red Panther vs Adrian Flamingo - No DQ (Written by The Red Panther) Edison: Our next match is a grudge match between The Red Panther and Adrian Flamingo.Maxwell: It has been a very one sided grudge, Eddy. Panther has not even spoken to Flamingo! Despite this the ticking time bomb attacked both Panther AND his own uncle Mickey Flamingo with a fork.Slowly a wind instrument of some sort begins to play as the lights dim. After about 00:30 seconds a synthesizer begins bubbling along behind the wind instrument. About 00:42 seconds in high pitched remixed female vocals are added to the mix.
Come with me to the dance floor, You and me cause that´s what it´s for Show me now what is it You got to be doing And the music in the house...
At around a minute, the lights come back on and The Red Panther walks out from the back as "Warrior's Dance" by the Prodigy plays. Panther walks to the ring confidently to a positive reaction. Panther rolls into the ring and goes into his corner, preparing for the match ahead.
The lights dim down to shades of pink and purple and fog rolls out over the entrance ramp. As "Shitlist" by L7 kicks into gear, Adrian Flamingo comes out from behind the black curtain with a big smile on his face. As the fans hold out their hands, Flamingo brushes, slaps, and even kicks them away if they get too close. Once he slides in the ring, Flamingo slouches in the furthest turnbuckle corner, hangs his denim jacket on the ropes and waits for the start of the match.DING DING DING! Flamingo charges at Panther and begins punching him in the face with alternating left and right hands. Flamingo yells out as he punches Panther over and over, taking him to one knee. Flamingo then grabs Panther by the head and starts to knee him in the face. After three knees Panther catches Flamingos knee, stands up and sweeps away Flamingos other leg. Panther jumps on Flamingo to follow up with a ground and pound but his first punch is caught by Adrian. Adrian uses his hips to buck Panther up (No homo) so that he is standing. Flamingo then punches Panther across the face with a closed fist which sends the masked fighter stumbling away. Flamingo kips up and runs at the set of ropes Panther is facing. Adrian jumps onto the second rope and then bounces across the ring, grabbing Panthers arm and flooring his opponent with a flying arm drag. Flamingo goes for a cocky one handed cover which Panther kicks out of at one. Maxwell: Surely Adrian doesn't expect to win with such a weak pin?Edison: I don't think he planned to. Look at his face, he cares more about hurting Panther then winning this match!Adrian backs up and waits for Panther to stand. Once he does Adrian grabs him and irish whips him across the ring. Panther grabs the ropes on the other side of the ring to stop himself returning only to receive a running boot to the back of the knee. Panther drops to both knees while holding the middle rope as Flamingo grabs his head with both hands and bites Panthers head! Panthers mask does a decent job of stopping Flamingos teeth digging into his forehead, but because of the no DQ rules Joey Reynolds can do nothing to stop Flamingo biting Panther. Panther takes matters into his own hands by elbowing Flamingo in the gut with his right arm which causes Flamingo to stop biting him. Panther jumps to his feet and wastes no time in grabbing Flamingo and hitting him with a double knee gut buster. Panther hooks the leg; 1...kickout! Edison: Flamingo is taking advantage of the no DQ rules already, first with the closed fist punch and now by biting Panther.Maxwell: And judging by Flamingos previous behavior, I doubt he will stop soon.Panther lifts up Flamingo and throws him into the corner with an irish whip, Flamingo landing back first in the corner. Panther charges at Flamingo for a running move but Adrian dodges out of the way so panther lands in the corner instead. Adrian boots Panther in the gut before backing up and then hitting his opponent with the A.D.H.Knee (Running knee to cornered opponent) which drops Panther through the middle and top rope onto the floor. Flamingo climbs through the ropes onto the apron and then goes for a senton splash down onto Panther, only for Panther to pull his knees up! Adrian smashes down over Panthers knees with a sickening impact, his back bending in a bad way. The crowd cheers as Panther gets up while Flamingo holds his back in pain. Panther walks over to Flamingo and waits for him to stand up, biding his time. As Flamingo turns to face Panther, Panther spins so he has his back to Flamingo and then hits him with a pele kick! Maxwell: Woah, big move by Panther!Edison: Remember this is only no DQ, not falls count anywhere, pins must be INSIDE the ring.Panther lifts up Flamingo and backs him against the ring, ready to continue his assault. Panther chops Flamingo across the chest as hard as he can, leaving a small mark on Adrian. Panther follows up with four more chops and then a big knee to Adrians gut. With Adrian still against the apron Panther backs up to the barricade and then charges, going for a jumping knee strike. However Flamingo catches Panthers leg and slams him down onto the floor and then without releasing Panthers leg locks in the Flamingo Clutch (Stretch muffler with the opponent over Flamingos legs)! Flamingo smiles while yanking away at Panthers leg as hard as he can, knowing that Panther can't tap out because they are outside the ring. Panther uses all his strength to pull his leg out of Flamingos grasp after about half a minute of agonizing pain, his leg now much weaker. Edison: I said it before and I will say it again; Adrian Flamingo doesn't care about winning, he simply wants to hurt The Red Panther as much as he can!Adrian stands up before Panther and grabs his opponent by putting his fingers through the eye holes of Panthers mask, blinding Panther and forcing him to follow Flamingo. Adrian pulls Panther to the Spanish announcement table and uses his free hand to slam Panthers face down into the table. Flamingo takes his hand out of Panthers mask and uses both hands to again slam his masked opponents face into the announcement table. While laughing Adrian rolls Panther onto the table and climbs on himself. Adrian pulls Panther to his feet, puts Panthers head under his arm and begins clubbing his opponent across the back. After five clubs Adrian suddenly feels his leg being grabbed from under him. Suddenly he finds himself being slammed through the table with a devastating Barrett. 50 CAL (Leg-hook northern lights suplex) by Panther, sending the fans wild. Edison: DANGEROUS!Maxwell: What a devastating move by Panther!Panther gets to his feet after only a few seconds and lifts up Adrian by his opponents hair. After lifting up Flamingo Panther grabs his opponents arm and goes to whip Adrian into the ring, but Flamingo counters with a whip of his own, sending Panther into the ring. Adrian turns and throws one of the Spanish announcers into the crowd before grabbing the announcers chair and heading to the ring. Adrian slides into the ring as Panther finishes getting to his feet, unaware that Flamingo is behind him holding a chair. Panther turns straight into a chair shot to the gut which doubles him over to the excitement of Adrian. A maniacal grin spread across Adrian's face as he raises up the chair and smashes it over panthers back over and over and over. After about nine chair shots the chair is dented beyond repair and Panther is yelling out while holding his back. Adrian simply smiles as he turns over Panther, runs at the ropes, jumps onto the second rope and hits the Flamingo Splash (Like a Lionsault, but Adrian lands back first on his opponent). Adrian stays on Panther 1...2...kickout!? Maxwell: It could have been over right there!Edison: Looks like Panther still has something in it!Flamingo turns to Joey Reynolds and holds up three fingers in his face angrily, sure that he won. However with his back turned Adrian leaves himself open to a cobra clutch from Panther, being pulled to the middle of the ring. Panther kicks away Flamingos legs so that Adrian is leaning back and the turns, stepping over. Panther chokes away at Adrian with all his strength, cutting off the air to Flamingos head, trying to make him pass out or tap. Reynolds grabs Adrian's free hand, raises it and drops it. Adrian's hand drops. Again Reynolds lifts Adrian's hand and drops it, and for the second time he can't hold it up. Reynolds lifts Adrian's arm and drops it a third time, this time Flamingo keeps his hand up. The crowd boos as Flamingo slowly uses his free arm to pull away at the lock, at last getting free, his face entirely purple. Panther covers in hopes to capitalize on Adrian's situation but just gets a two, albeit a long two. Maxwell: Twice in around twenty seconds Flamingo was just moments away from losing this match!Edison: It seems that choke didn't finish Adrian Flamingo, it just pissed him off!Panther backs into the corner to rest, allowing Flamingo to get back up and into a fighting stance. Panther charges at Adrian and literally bulldozes him into the corner. Panther backs up and wastes no time in initiating the Hawaiian Violence Party (Violence party), punching and kicking Adrian all over. Panther slowly works over Adrian, strike by strike. One of the punches cuts Adrian's nose and another causes him to lose his footing and fall to the mat. Panther grabs Adrian by the head and drags him to the middle of the ring, standing him up. After standing him up Panther grabs Adrian by the arm and goes for the flying armbar! Unfortunately Adrian is still angry as fuck, refusing to go down from Panthers weight. Adrian doesn't let Panther roll over to hit the move, holding on. Adrian lifts up Panther and then slams him down onto the back of his neck as hard as possible. Adrian covers; 1...2...thr-KICKOUT! Adrian goes crazy dragging Panther up and tossing him into the corner. Adrian walks back over to his denim jacket, goes into the breast pocket and pulls out a small item. Edison: Not that fork again!Slowly Adrian struts back over to Panther, putting one hand on his throat. Adrian lifts the fork up, putting it just two inches from Panthers forehead. Adrian smiles before plunging the fork deep into Panthers forehead causing blood to squirt out and run down Panthers mask. Adrian laughs as he repeatedly slams the fork into Panthers forehead, more and more blood pouring out of his opponents head. Soon both Panther and Adrian's fork are covered in blood to the disdain of the crowd who boo the action. Adrian finally drops the fork and drags Panther back into the middle of the ring. Adrian flips Panther up into a gory bomb position and then slams him down head with The Cure (Gory bomb face buster), blood flying out as Panther flips through the air. As soon as he hits the mat panther stops moving altogether. Content with what he has done tonight Flamingo rolls Panther over and leans on him to cover Panther and get the three. Winner: Adrian Flamingo
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:41:28 GMT -5
WRESTLER STOLE MY BIKE Danny Mainer Still in the back of an ambulance, Danny Mainer was burrowed next to a stretcher while Todd Carroon and Perry Walker had an enthralling and thrilling conversation about pussy and their own sexual trysts in the past. Mainer listened intently as they droned mindlessly about the girls they’d nailed as he twiddled his thumb and waited for the right moment. He dusted his shirt off as Todd Carroon lit up a smoke while Perry paid attention to where he was driving. The sirens bleeted noisily as they sped along the highway as they spoke to each other. Todd at this moment was explaining about his first lay as he lusted over his own teen years like some old perv, reminiscing fondly. Perry listened as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and Mainer started to get cramped up next to that stretcher.Todd Carroon: “So I took off her bra right and she started moaning in my ear... And you know what I did Per?” Perry Walker: “You tapped that ass, I know you, you sly fucking man.“ Todd Carroon: “Yeah, so I ran my hands across her ass cheeks and she kinda’ went rosy red in the cheeks? Then, I gave her one hell of a hot dicki-WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?! STEER, STEER!!!” ”BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.”
*SMASH* In a matter of moments, blood was everywhere as the truck collided head-on with the ambulance and a large girder which hadn’t be strapped properly was lurched through the windshield of the ambulance with a crushing force leaving the drivers head a destroyed and bloody wreck as blood squirted all over the shattered fragments of glass and his colleague who had gone white in the face. Todd Carroon shivered and gasped, his own face a little cut up from the exploding glass but he turned to the left of him and saw the smashed head and brains splattered across the back of the ambulance.Todd Caroon: “PERRY!? HOLY FUCKING SHIT! HOLY SHIT! What the fuck just happen-, oh my god, oh my god, OH MY GODDDD!” Todd quickly opened the door of the ambulance and slammed it behind him as he clambered out to throw up all over the highway. He took one look back at the chaos and saw the brain and gore as well as the wrecked vehicles having collided. This prompted Todd to puke again. In the back of the ambulance, Mainer was underneath a stretcher which had fallen on him. He quickly pushed it out the way and stood to his feet.Danny Mainer: ”What the FUCK was that?!”Mainer quickly threw his bag over his shoulder and opened the back door of the ambulance, stepping out onto the highway. A stunned silence hit him as he saw that traffic in the road had completely stopped as a result of the road accident that had just taken place. Mainer left the ambulance doors wide open and moved around to the side to see the paramedic Todd Carroon on his knees wretching at the ground as a pool of sick formed underneath him. Mainer turned the other way and began to ran away from the ambulance towards the next turn off from the highway. As he started to run he was rather ungracefully interrupted.Random Guy: “MOVE THE FUCK OUTTA’ MY WAY, WHITE BOY!” Mainer was violently shoved out of the way by a man on a bicycle with a backwards turned Yankees baseball cap, a polo shirt, Cargo shorts and NIKE trainers. Mainer was not the type of guy to be pushed around, least of all by a bicycle rider. Mainer needed to get to the Rose Garden and first and quickly the equation formed and the mens rea of Theft had been formed. Mainer sprinted after the guy on the bicycle as quickly as he could before yanking him off the bicycle. He then took the bicycle by the handles and started to run down the turn-off as the angry victim followed after him. Finally, Mainer jumped on the bike and sped off down the road leading off the high-way/Random Guy: “DAMN! MAINER STOLE MAH BIKE!” Danny Mainer: ”Sorry brohan, I GOT SHIT TO DOOOOO!”Mainer rode down the road quickly and at high velocity, his hair billowing out behind him as the wind resistance tried to pull it off his head. Mainer’s eyes burnt as he sped at incredible speeds down the road as he headed off the high-way and towards the arena which was some five hundred yards up the road from his current location. Mainer finally reached the main road and began to weave through traffic on his bicycle as he could see the arena in sight completely deserting the scene of the crime mere moments ago.Danny Mainer: ”YEAH BABY, I’M THE MAAAAN! GIMME SOME SUGAR, I AM YOUR NEIGHBOUR!”Blazing into the car park he drove straight for the staff parking lot, heading down a long ramp to the underground parking section but what Mainer didn’t realize which was going to be perilous for him is that there was a speed bump waiting for him.Danny Mainer: ”I just committed theft but screw it, I’M AWESOME! Thunderkiss, you better watch out! I AM COMING to get you BOY-OH SHIT NOT AGAIN!”Still burning rubber at three hundred miles an hour he hit the speed bump and bounced like a stone as he was flung off his bike. Soaring through the air he did a full vertical flip before incredibly landing on his feet into a roll which sponged most of the impact.Danny Mainer: ”HOLY CHRIST! AHHH! Ow, ow, OWWWW ah! Hmmft!”Shaken but relatively unharmed somehow Danny Mainer got up and dusted himself off with all the casuality in the world before heading for the two fire exit doors as he had finally arrived and with half an hour to kill! That was awesome.FADE
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:41:51 GMT -5
Unexpected Press [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] Perhaps the biggest night of Vortex’s career was upon him, and he pondered this fact while leaning against one of the Rose Garden’s outside walls. The temperature is brisk, and Vortex feels the chill emanate throughout his body as he gazes up at the dead midday sun. The inside of the arena is abuzz with people preparing for the event, and Vortex had stepped outside to clear his head. The transition from Entertainment Champion to World Title contender had happened very fast, and Vortex knew that his credibility as a contender is constantly being contested by the fans.
It was for this reason he had to step up and make both a physical and mental statement against Dave Shadow. No one at this point has a reason to believe that Vortex can actually win tonight, however Vortex wants to change that mindset, even if he comes out the loser. The title itself carries a certain weight, to where it can be said that the holder is the flagship of the company. Vortex gazes down at the asphalt, and ponders this fact when he hears footsteps approach. As Vortex’s gaze returns to the level, he sees a short, stocky man who thrusts both a microphone and a Sun Times business card in Vortex’s face.Sun Reporter: Are you Dimitrius Osbourne? Vortex: Sun..Times? Isn’t that paper from Chicago?Sun Reporter: Why yes it is! I have traveled half the continental US to see you Mr. Osbourne! After what you are suspected of doing, there are going to be reporters crawling out of every corner of this great country! And I am going to be the first to get the scoop! Vortex: I’ll say, you even managed to beat the Portland Tribune. Sun Reporter: So, what was it like at the scene of the crash? The reporter reaches his chubby hands into one of his pockets and pulls out a digital audio recorder, which he promptly switches on and thrusts into Vortex’s face.Vortex: Look…I really don’t have time to interview right now. A deep frown instantly forms on the face of the man, who adjusts himself and prepares to tackle the questioning from a different angle. Before he can speak he is interrupted by a voice in the distance. Both Vortex and the Sun reporter look towards the source of the sound and find a very tall and skinny man practically running towards them. Tribune Reporter: Hey! Who the hell are you? The Tribune reporter runs in-between Vortex and the Sun reporter and points an accusatory finger in the face of the Sun reporter, who proceeds to get enraged…despite being half a country from home.Sun Reporter: This is my scoop! Back off! Tribune Reporter: First of all, this isn’t your scoop. This tragedy happened IN Portland, and thus a PORTLAND paper is going to get the first eyewitness testimony! Vortex glances above the heads of the reporters and looks into the sky, which is gradually losing color…much like Vortex’s mood.Vortex: Look, neither of you are getting a scoop. My breaks over, and I’ve got some business to attend to. Vortex wasn’t on ‘break’, however he needed some excuse to get away from these two bickering men, and preferably before more reporters from random parts of the United States—or worse the world—could come running up and demand a ‘scoop’. Before either of the two men had a chance to respond, Vortex enters a door in the building and leaves them outside to argue. As soon as Vortex enters the building his blood runs cold, as the man standing in front of him is the true ‘scoop’ here.Mr. Gray: Hello again! Vortex: Look, I don’t know what you want, nor do I care. I’m going to ask you once to walk out that door. Mr. Gray: I come here with no ill intent rather I carry a message. Vortex: From who? Mr. Gray: 38, 38, 57, 121, 31, 5. Inside a room lies a box, inside the box lies a choice. The choice has no right or wrong solution, however you will have to end a life to save a life. You have one week. Vortex: Like hell. I’m not going to be used as a pawn in some sick game! Mr. Gray: Refuse to participate and both parties die, with your name kindly attached. With that, Mr. Gray walks out of the door and into the cold Portland evening. Vortex spins around and chases after Gray, charging through the door and looking in all directions. A little ways in the distance, Vortex could see Gray walking off towards the street. Instead of chasing after him, Vortex sat there, stunned. If Vortex were to chase after Gray, he would cause a scene. Gray was not connected with the bus crash, however Vortex was, and with two reporters somewhere on the premises, Vortex would be in quite a bit of hot water if he chased after Gray.
Instead, Vortex returns to the inside of the arena. What do those numbers mean? Was someone really going to die in a week? What is the choice? Vortex tries his hardest to push the questions from his mind as he walks towards his locker room and attempts focus on his upcoming match.
Fade.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:43:35 GMT -5
Born Again is also brought to you by Lebron JamesThat concrete jungle can keep dreaming, but I'm not comin'.--LBJ23
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:44:02 GMT -5
Rena vs. Badger Garland (Credit: CP)
Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, Rena!
Lighters Up by Little Kim begins to play as the long time ACW Womens Wrestler begins to make her way down to the ring, smile on her face as she seductively sashays down the ramp. Reaching the bottom she climbs into the ring, staying back for a second between the ring ropes as every male eye in the audience is glued to her. She poses on the turnbuckle before Lighters Up is replaced by Symmetry.
Phillip Jones: And her opponent, Badger Garland
Garland heads out the back as he looks upon the crowd while raising his arms high into the air, absorbing the energy as he pumps his fists to his entrance music while heading down the ramp. He proceeds in a very energetic way to the ring where he grabs the ropes and pulls himself onto the apron, eying his opponent already in the ring or looking down the entrance way as if threatening his opponent to step out of the back.
Garland stays for a moment before entering the ring and once again looking out at the crowd. He either chills with his tag team partner at this point and awaits the opponent or simply heads to the nearest corner, pulling himself up as he once again tries to get the crowd behind him, no matter how they currently feel about his decisions in and out of the ring. At this point his music cuts while he checks his wrists and removes his beanie, throwing outside the ring.
The crowd roars as the two circle each other, soaking up the crowds reaction before Rena looks to look horns with Badger Garland, not willing to back down to the larger foe…and comrade. Badger has other ideas, ducking underneath Rena, getting behind her and looks to suplex her but she blocks and turns around only for Badger to go behind once more. Rena turns around again as Badger Garland kicks her in the knee cap, before backing away, staying out of the reach of Rena who bares her claws, as she shakes her leg. The two circle again, and this time Badger locks horns with Rena, before kicking the knee cap and retreating again.
Rena looks at Badger, shaking her head and telling him to bring, before they once again circle each other. Rena decides that if Garland won’t bring the fight she will and charges him, looking to hit a lariat attempt that Badger Garland easily ducks under. Rena starts to turn around as Badger looks hit a drop kick to the leg of Rena, but Rena walks away, having bluffed Badger Garland. Rena immediately goes on the attack grabbing Badger and whipping him into the corner, following him in and delivering a big clohtesline. Rena grabs Badger Garland in a tender spot as he stays in the corner off the clothesline, marching him towards the middle of the ring.
Badger Garland starts to wince as Rena squeezes even tighter. Finally snapping, Badger Garland elbows Rena in the side of the head, loosening the grip a little bit. With the grip loosened Badger leans over to put some distance and then wraps his arms around the neck of Rena with a standing guillotine choke. Rena starts to fade and let’s go of Badger, before trying to fight him off. Badger spins around Rena causing him to turn before planting him with a modified tornado DDT. Badger covers Rena as The referee counts the fall.
…1 …2 …NO! Rena kicks out as the referee holds up the two.
Badger Garland tries to pick Rena up off of the canvas, however Rena sandbags against it, Badger having underestimated her mass on the first go. The second go doesn’t as well Badger leans over and gets ready to heave but Rena grabs the legs of Badger Garland and rolls him up. The referee quickly counts the attempt
…1 …2 NO! Badger Garland gets a shoulder up.
Rena gets up, and goes for a Shining Wizard as Garland gets up, but Garland pops up with surprising speed and manages to catch Rena with a spinebuster! Badger then goes to pick up Rena for a DDT but Rena pokes Garland in the eyes, which forces him to let go and turn his back to here. Rena then leaps up with a dropkick to the back of Garland, and knocks him over onto his face before looking to lock in a Boston Crab instead of going for the pin. Rena applies the knee to the back for added damage, as he locks in the submission tight. Rena applies pressure as Badger inches for the ropes, trying to break the hold but Rena stands fast, trying to pull him back to the center. The clawing not working, Badger tries to push himself off the ground, and crawls for the ropes, but Rena manages to drag him back to the center of the ring, and reapplies the knee to the back. Garland still fights for the ropes, and reaches out, but he’s too far away. He crawls towards the ropes again, and still too far. Garland goes for another effort for the ropes, inching closer and closer, and falls just a fingertips length short!
Garland raises his arm above the mat and stares at the referee, signaling that he may have no choice but to tap. Just as it looks like his hand will hit the mat, he reaches out for one last reach, and grabs the bottom rope. The referee begins the 5 count.
…1 …2 …3
…4
Right before 5, Rena releases the submission, however the damage may already be done to the back of Garland who hugs the ropes like a safety blanket with one hand while rubbing his back with the other. Slowly Garland gets up to his feet as Rena looks on, giving him a moment as he looks at her, telling him to bring it and finally, Garland gives in, the passion erupting in his body as he goes at her, catching her a wee bit off guard before slamming her with a scoop slam. Quickly back up, Garland drops an elbow and then makes the cover.
…1 …
Rena kicks out before two causing Badger too grab her head and rain down straight rights to the skull the referee jumps in but it doesn’t stop Badger from punching Rena. Finally the ref starts to count Rena out.
…1 …2 …3 …4
Badger stops once again at four, avoiding the disqualification but doing as much damage as possible to Rena. Badger gets to his feet and hit’s a standing leg drop on Rena before dragging her closer to the ring ropes before ascending the turnbuckle. Badger reaches the top, before posing for the crowd and leaping off of the turnbuckle and looking for a Top Rope Body Spalsh. At the last possible moment Rena rolls out of the way, causing Badger to crash and burn. Rena slowly gets to his feet and waits for Badger Garland to rise. Badger slowly gets to his feet and stumbles towards Rena, who levels him with a roundhouse kick and goes for the cover as The referee counts
…1 …2 …NO!
Badger rolls the shoulder up at the last minute but immediately clutching his head after the vicious roundhouse from Rena. Rena gets to his feet before pulling Badger up by the hair. Rena whips Badger into the corner and Badger clutches his back once more, as Rena follows him in and nails him with a vicious clothesline. Rena shoulder blocks Badger once before she turns him around and begins to unleash stomps to the back, she’d worked on earlier. The referee begins to count her off but Rena doesn’t wait taking him down with an STO backbreaker but holds on and lifts Badger back up before planting him with an STO and hooks the leg.
…1 …2 …NO!
Badger Garland once more prolongs the match as somewhere Thunderkiss looks on at his two comrades putting on a show. Rena gets up looking at the referee and shows three fingers and lets him now for all to hear that he has been counting to slow. As the referee and Rena are about to come to blows Badger Garland crawls over and rolls Rena up. The referee quickly spins around checking that the shoulders are on the mat before counting the fall.
…1 …2 … NO! Rena manages to kick out of the roll up attempt and slowly gets to his feet with Badger Garland. Badger tries to give Rena a right hand but Rena blocks it and looks to hit Badger but he blocks it and then looks to hit a Piledriver on Rena, lifting her up but Rena flips Badger Garland over landing on the other side but Badger counters hitting spinning on one heel and connecting with a roundhouse of his own, clonking Rena and sending her over. Badger hooks both legs.
…1 …2 … …
The referee is waving his arm in the air, pointing at the foot of Rena on the ropes. Badger Garland can’t believe it, a look of exhaustion comes over his face, suddenly hitting the wall. Badger and Rena both lay their sucking wind. The referee beginning to count each one out.
…1 …2 …3 …4
Badger Garland and Rena both reach out and pull themselves up using the ropes to support themselves. The two exchange rights before Badger looks to hit a knife edge chop but Rena blocks it and looks to whip Badger into the corner but Badger counters, pulling Rena in and looking to hit her with a cradle DDT. Rena however holds onto the ropes and doesn’t come, as Badger ducks and eats a kick for his troubles before Rena grabs Badger and puts him into position and connects with a spinning neck breaker. Acting quickly Rena pulls Badger into the center of the ring, away from the ropes before pinning him
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NO! Rena looks at the referee again but this time doesn’t confront him instead she waits for Badger to get up. After what seems like an hour Badger Garland stumbles to his feet as Rena shrugs her shoulders, mustering all her strength before connecting with her famed pyramid driver, she calls Hell in Heels, slamming Badger into the mat as she makes the cover.
…1 …2 … … … 3!!!
Phillip Jones: Here is your winner and new SLA International Champion, Rena!
Phillip Jones passes the SLA International Title to the referee who places it around the waist of Rena who stands next to Garland, her SLA friend and on this night, the tough luck loser. Rena climbs the turnbuckle and poses with the belt as we cut away.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:46:08 GMT -5
Last Call For London Chris Phenomenal
The scene opens in the backstage area with Chris Phenomenal standing in front of the ACW backdrop next to a smiling Charlotte King, pearly whites glistening as always. Standing in the wings is Senator Steve Phillips, watching intently for Thunderkiss or BK London, ready to alert his charge in case of an onslaught.
Charlotte King: Ladies and gentleman, it’s my pleasure to be joined right now by Chris Phenomenal, who in a few moments will be competing against BK London.
Chris cracks his neck as Charlotte looks on.
Charlotte King: Now Chris this feud all started when you felt BK London overstepped his powers as chairman for a day earlier this month. We’ve shown the clip over and over and it all seemed like a bit of fun for the ACW faithful, why did you take it so seriously?
Chris Phenomenal: Why did I take it so seriously? Because I’m not going to be someone’s bitch, especially not BK London. Over the course of four years he ruled this company but in turn kept others down with his influence. It was the same people he was fighting over and over and it wasn’t until they were gone that other people got their do. Kudo Yasuda never got a title shot until the very end, same thing with Scott Andrews. BK ran scared from these guys and then picked a fight with someone else he knew he could handle in the ring. Whenever someone who could put him in harms way stepped up he ran back to Brooklyn, broke his leg, or headed off to Hollywood. I know BK is scared of me but I wasn’t going to let him run any longer, this match just isn’t about me, it’s about everyone who’s suffered at the hands of BK London. Danny Mainer, Thunderkiss, the list is long and tonight I go to battle for them.
Charlotte King: Why then, if you’re going to be the one did you hire Oliver Watson to take down BK London instead of just doing it yourself?
Chris Phenomenal: Because the more the merrier. As far as I am concerned adding Oliver Watson to the equation was covering my bets. BK could try and escape but we had more hands than he could counter against, it made it so that he couldn’t run scared. Needless to say it didn’t come cheap and it was money well spent.
Charlotte King: What about giving BK London an excuse, are you worried that if you win it might be tainted due your hit and run earlier?
Chris Phenomenal: No, it won’t be Charlotte because everyone will know it’s exactly what you said, an excuse. BK London has made a career fighting when everyone counted him out, when the deck was stacked against him. I felt that if he came in fresh, he’d blame that too if he lost as well, I couldn’t win for trying so I decided to get my message across this way. As far as I am concerned, this was all about exacting as much out of BK London as I could, hopefully forcing him into submission and quite possibly having him run away like the coward we now he is, forgoing our match tonight to save his half hacked Hollywood career.
Charlotte King: That didn’t quite work out however as I’m sure you saw BK earlier this evening in front of the ACW faithful with his impassioned speech.
Chris Phenomenal: BK London is all about the impassioned speech. After over six years I’m surprised that you’ve not learned that’s all he is. Time after time we see him break it down like it is, hit the fans in the heart in the hopes that they will believe. We saw it when he quit last year at Winters Discontent, we saw it when he returned at Omega Effect V, we saw it over and over during his ACW tenure and it was always the same thing. It works for him, it seems to “power him up” and that’s good because tonight that power won’t do him anything because he steps into the ring with the man who stole his mantle as ACW’s best.
Charlotte King: I don’t know if many would share that opinion, especially with Dave Shadow holding the ACW Heavyweight Championship with a pinfall victory over you to win it.
Chris Phenomenal: It doesn’t matter what the people think. There are people that believe Hitler was a good man, who believe Obama will actually do something for the world, who believe that there is intelligent life outside of earth but that doesn’t make them right. Everyone who knows anything about wrestling can see that I am miles better than Dave Shadow. Need I remind you that it took Jack Jefferson being an absolute fuck up to allow him to win the ACW Title but I used my own power to pry the Entertainment and International title off of Dave Shadow. I am part of the greatest faction in wrestling the Senatorial Stable, not some two week long effort and finally, after tonight I’ll have beaten BK London by myself.
Charlotte King: If you do beat BK London some say that should automatically make you the number one contender for the ACW Heavyweight Title, thoughts?
Chris Phenomenal: This match against BK London doesn’t mean a thing for that. Everyone already knows that come Ragnarok I’m the undisputed challenger for Dave Shadow and the world heavyweight championship. There’s a score that needs to be settled their, something that’s gone on for almost six months. Dave can run like BK London, hide from those he knows will beat them but unlike wrestlers past, I’m not going to accept it, I’m not going to let Dave Shadow hide with the title and if he tries, I’m going to take the fight to him.
Charlotte King: You seem to be overlooking the fact that after tonight, Dave Shadow might not even be champion.
Chris Phenomenal: VorteX! Champion? You’ve got to be kidding me Charlotte. We’re talking about the man who is the biggest coward to ever hold a title belt in this company, more so than London and Hunter combined. I beat him at Omega Effect and more recently he lost to fuckin’ Trent Wheeler. The big bad Black wolf took his title belt from someone. We’re not talking about anyone special, we’re talking about Trent Wheeler. VorteX can try and act macho, can do his weird science experiments and it won’t matter. Look at what he did Charlotte to Dave Shadow at the start of this month, attacked Dave Shadow from behind. Next thing we know he’ll be coming out with tats on chest, and Biggie on the air waves. He tries to be Chris Phenomenal but he’s not, just like he’ll not be walkin’ out champion tonight.
Charlotte King: One last thing, earlier tonight you had a run in with Jack Jefferson and it seemed as if you were trying to get his goat. Do you consider him a threat to your assertation that you’re next in line?
Chris Phenomenal: Not in the least. He took advantaged of a coked out Dan White and managed to take the title their and then defended against Jonny Hughes who last time I remember him being in the ring, I took him out at Omega Effect. As far as I’m concerned he may as well just pack his bags and go home. That’s what tonight was all about, I was trying to give him the chance to do what everyone knows he wants to do and that’s explode, take out his frustrations like his some Anthem shit and then go home and cry into his pillow.
Charlotte King: Well Chris, thank-you for your time and best of luck tonight against BK London.
The scene fades out to black as Chris smiles, ready to rumble as his match is next.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:46:42 GMT -5
Chris Phenomenal vs. BK London (Credit: BK London)
Phillip: This next match is scheduled for one fall, and it will be contested inside a Steel Cage…
This sends a surge of cheers throughout the Rose Garden, and they’re just as anxious to see the brutality that can be delivered inside those four walls of steel as the combatants are.
Phillip: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 239 pounds, from Brooklyn, New York – B-K LONDON!
”Amazing” knocks through the PA system of the arena, and even a larger surge of cheers pumps through the arena at this time. Although it’s not the high budgets ACW Arena that we had prior to the New Year, we manage to get multiple flashing lights to give BK London that big superstar feel. BK London walks through the curtains and onto the stage to a huge ovation from the crowd, and he stops and looks over into the sea of people. Thousands on thousands of fans are in attendance, members both young and old – man and female, all to witness a classic.
BK London takes his time walking down the ramp, sporting some new wounds from the attack earlier in the evening, but nonetheless he’s ready to go. He eventually makes his way down to the mouth of the ramp, and he stares up at the 15 foot high steel cage hovering over the combatants. This will mark the first time in almost 3 years that he will be competing in this type of match up. It’s something he has never been defeated in, and he doesn’t look to change that tonight.
London walks up the steps and enters the ring and he doesn’t pose for his fans. It’s go time. There’s no looking back at the past attacks, there’s no more time for hate-filled promos, it’s time to put up or shut up. London, sporting a bandage over his right eye from where they busted him open earlier, locks his eyes on the stage. He awaits his opponent…
Phillip: And his opponent, making his way to the ring weighing in at 271lb – from Harlem, New York, accompanied by ‘The Senator’ Steve Phillips - Chris Phenomenal!
"Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost pride and sincerity that I present this recording, as a living testiment and recollection of history in the making during our generation."
With that, the voice of Chris Phenomenal jumps in.
Allow me to re-introduce myself. My name is HOV!
“Public Service Announcement" begins to play as Chris Phenomenal emerges from the back, in a long boxing style robe with Senator coming out behind him, his signature cane aiding his gate, and standing at his side as he stops at the top of the entrance ramp. Head down covered by the hood, Chris makes the sign of the cross and then kisses his chain, holding it to his lips for a second all while swaying back and forth to the beat of the music. Chris then drops the chain from his hands, throwing his arms outwards as the pyro’s on either side of the entrance ramp explode as he makes his way down to the ring, fully focused as Senator whispers a few last minute words of advice in his ear. Reaching the bottom, Chris climbs into the ring between the second and third ropes and immediately goes into his corner and throws a few punches at the turnbuckle, no gesturing or taunting, focused purely on the ring and nothing else. Finally he drops the hood as Senator ducks in to the ring from his corner, patting Chris on the shoulder.
With his entrance over, he now looks over to BK London – who is staring a hole through him. There’s no telling what’s stopping BK London from tearing Chris Phenomenal apart right now – but it’s definitely quite surprising. Referee Carter Donovan stands between these two, and now he signals for the cage to be lowered.
The dark ominous music accompanies the entrance of the cage itself. And for the first time, Chris Phenomenal is feeling how it is to be trapped in the ring with another man who wants to tear him apart, and part of him may be regretting it. The Senator can’t get in, and he won’t be able to get out for sure. Meanwhile, BK London is quite experienced in this area himself – and he’s used to that big match feel.
Within a few seconds, the bell rings for the match to start – and it’s on.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:47:11 GMT -5
Almost immediately, Chris Phenomenal turns tail and attempts to climb up the side of the cage. Being 6’7” is definitely an advantage in this match as it will definitely get you up the cage quicker, but BK London isn’t just going to let this match occur. He grabs Phenomenal by the back of his tights and pulls him back down onto the canvas, before pummeling him with a series of rights. Each shot to the face is revenge for what happened last week, and what happened earlier in the match, but he doesn’t totally let his rage consume him. After London is sure Phenomenal is a bit out of it, he grabs Phenomenal and irish whips him across the ring into the opposing ropes. Phenomenal comes off the ropes and he looks to land a clothesline on BK to catch him off guard, but instead he’s met with an unpredictable knee in the abdomen. From there, London bounces off the ropes himself and sends Phenomenal down to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker.
London gets up on one knee and looks at Phenomenal who’s holding his neck in pain, and while right now he wants to throw all the rules out the window and tear this young punk limb from limb – he has to remember that above all this is a wrestling match and that the sweetest revenge would be a victory. He picks up Phenomenal and pushes him into the corner, where he now blasts him across the chest with a huge chop. The palm on chest contact sends a surge of pain tingling throughout the body of Phenomenal. Another chop laces the pectoral region of the former Intercontinental Champion and the Rose Garden responds with another “Wooooooooooo!” a tribute to the ‘Nature Boy’ Ric Flair almost. With two chops received, Phenomenal’s chest is a bright red – and now he’s irish whipped across the ring into the opposing turnbuckle. The Harlem native bounces out of the corner and BK London meets him in the middle and hits an Inverted Atomic Drop. London then completes the combo by grabbing the head of Phenomenal and scoring with a double knee strike to the face, bringing Phenomenal back down to the mat and possibly destroying his facial features.
With Phenomenal down, London gives his opponent a bit of room to recover – in what could be a fatal mistake or some sort of gameplan by the former three time ACW champion. He positions himself in one of the corners and simply watches Phenomenal as he rises back up to a vertical base. The first thing Chris does is check if his nose is bleeding from that shot, and once he notices everything’s fine – he turns his attention to BK London, who’s just standing there – staring at him. It’s almost insulting how he just allowed him to get up, at least to the former International Champion – and a bit of rage builds up inside of him. It starts to show in his facial expressions his distaste for his current situation, the lack of any offense – and now he charges towards BK London in the corner. Attempting to knock him out with one powershot, like a bullet he darts towards the corner but London easily evades the attack. A sternum full of turnbuckle is Phenomenal’s reward and London grabs him by the waist and drills him into the mat with a German Suplex. Without releasing his grip, London gets back up and delivers another German Suplex down to Chris Phenomenal. Once more, he gets back up and this time he releases his grip with the third German Suplex to end the trifecta and he quickly springs back up to his feet.
This time, instead of looking at his opponent – BK London focuses his attention on The Senator, who stares back at BK London with a look of distaste. The cool, calm, and collected BK London seems to be getting on the nerves of not only Phenomenal, but The Senator as well – as he sees his pupil not only on the losing end of things so far, but there’s little effort put in by BK London. After an intense staredown, London turns his attention back to the ring and he positions himself behind the rising Phenomenal, stalking him from behind. The Harlem Native gets up, and he turns around and almost walks right in the MedEvil London (Paydirt), but Phenomenal pushes him off. London still manages to maintain his footing for a bit, and he sees the current clothesline coming from Phenomenal and ducks under it. London pops up and waits for Chris to turn around before going for Roundhouse Kick of his own, but Phenomenal – as tall as he is, manages to duck under it. He grabs London from behind and possibly goes for his Backdrop Driver – but London back flips out of it and counters another move. London stumbles backwards a bit, but he uses that momentum to bounce off the ropes and comes at Phenomenal with a Yakuza Kick – but Phenomenal side steps it. London stops himself before he can run into the ropes, but with that brief moment – Chris takes advantage of it and he floors BK London with a stiff haymaker right to the jaw of the former champion.
In one second, the tide of the match turns and London is floored down to the mat – damn near KO’ed, and Phenomenal shakes off the brief pain from his hand. The Senator smiles approvingly from the outside and even applauds Phenomenal to the crowd’s dismay. With Phenomenal’s advantage at this moment, unlike BK, he isn’t going to give him time to recover. Several stomps to the side follow after that punch, and Phenomenal picks up his opponent and throws him into the corner. A flury of hooks and body shots follow, each one hitting harder than the last and now he grabs BK London and in a show of strength simply tosses him across the ring. Holding his lower back in pain, London gets up and now Phenomenal strikes him down with a Rolling Koppou Kick – which is definitely rare to his repertoire of offensive maneuvers. The kick strikes right on with the head of the champion, and Phenomenal springs back up to his feet and looks down at BK London before looking around at the fans in the arena – booing him. Chris now heads towards the corner and begins ascending the turnbuckle before climbing his way out of this cage. The first sense of urgency for BK London, as he is knocked for a loop a bit after that kick – but he looks over the side and sees Phenomenal climbing up the side of the cage. Stunned or not, he pulls himself together and goes over to the ropes and grabs the ankle of Phenomenal as he manages to get his upper body up on the top of the cage.
Phenomenal feels the tug of BK London and he uses his free leg to kick London in the face repeatedly, sending BK London stumbling back a bit and more importantly releasing his grip. He’s now free to pull himself up with his upper body and now London goes after him once again. London climbs to the top rope to get a better grip of Phenomenal, and he grabs the back of his tights. Chris is persistent on attempting to get out of the ring, and he continues to pull himself out – and the opposing forces don’t bode well for Phenomenal in a quite comical way. The tights of Phenomenal are pulled down a bit, revealing the white bareass of the former International Champion in front of the thousands in attendance and the millions watching live at home.
Finally, to pull his own pants up, he pushes himself back down onto the ring and stands on the top rope with BK London. The two begin going at it with rights and back hands. The fight continues until a weird turn of events in which both men lose their balance and fall groin first onto the top rope, with a resounding “Oooooh” from the crowd.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:47:58 GMT -5
Both men are in a world of pain after that fall, but soon after they begin slugging it out while they’re still sitting on that top rope in a wrong position. Eventually both men fall back down into the ring, and it’s London who makes his way back up to his feet but shortly following him is Phenomenal. Chris is quicker to the draw and he targets the knee of BK London with a low dropkick, sending him down to the mat rather quickly – and he now goes after it like a shark smelling blood. Double axehandles, elbow drops, knee drops - Oh my – all target the knee of BK London consecutively. Phenomenal picks the ankle of London and drags him over to the rope, where he places it on the bottom rope before using the bottom rope to launch himself in the air and land a tailbone press right on that injured leg. London howls out in pain, and this abrupt change of offense by Chris Phenomenal obviously caught him off guard, and in the worst way.
Quickly now, Chris Phenomenal picks up BK London in a Scoop Slam position and positions him in the tree of woe. With him trapped, upside down – and obviously in a ton of pain, Phenomenal sees no better time than to make his escape from the cage. Walking all the way to the other side of the ring, he ascends the turnbuckle and now begins to climb out the ring once more. However on the other side of the ring, referee Carter Donovan is obligating to the orders of BK London to release him – since it’s a requirement for the referee to do so if one of the participants get stuck in this position. Donovan isn’t really quick in accomplishing this, but he does manage to free the veteran and London hobbles over towards Phenomenal as quick as he can. Meanwhile Phenomenal has got his whole body on top of the cage and is now positioning his feet on the outside, and the crowd sees a victory for him approaching.
Enduring the pain from the damage done to his knee, London ascends to the top turnbuckle and he grabs the upper body of Chris Phenomenal just before he can exit the ring. Phenomenal’s legs are swinging nearly 15 feet above the ground below and the fans cheer on BK London as he begins to pull Phenomenal back in the ring. Getting Phenomenal’s upper body back on the inner part of the cage, London looks down in the ring and then looks back at his opponent above him. London grabs Phenomenal and places him in a suplex position, and the crowd starts to cheer at what is about to occur. Within the next few moments, London superplexes Chris Phenomenal from the top of the cage, and both bodies crash down to the mat almost simultaneously with heavy impact.
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
The chants throughout the crowd are as loud as ever, and both men lay motionless – looking up at the bright lights of the Rose Garden.
There’s very little movement and referee Carter Donovan checks on both men if they’re ok, and both respond – which is a good sign after that high risk maneuver.
It’s a while before both men start officially moving again, but sure enough they start to – and London is the first on his stomach. London begins to get up, and he makes it up to one knee and stops to take a breather. Meanwhile Chris Phenomenal is moving also, and he too begins to head up to a vertical base. Both are in the center of the ring, and they begin to use one another as support to help one another up to their feet. London is barely standing up on his own at this point, but he manages to grab the head of Chris Phenomenal and quickly scores with The Revolver in the center of the ring. This drills BK London’s head into the mat, and London sits up shortly after.
He takes in a couple deep breaths, and now positions himself on Chris Phenomenal for strangely enough – the first pin attempt of this match.
ONE . . TWO . . KICK OUT!
Phenomenal’s shoulder shoots up from the mat to the dismay of the fans in attendance, and London almost can’t believe it. BK pulls himself back up to the mat rather slowly, and he now positions himself in the corner.
One stomp and the fans notice he’s tuning up the band – the set up for the Shades of Michaels that he uses as an ode to Shawn Michaels.
Another stomp, and now the fans are stomping in unison.
A third stomp and Chris Phenomenal is now beginning to pick himself up.
From there on, the stomps begin to get much closer together. The whole arena is shaking at this point, and Phenomenal turns around BK London comes out the corner with the Shades of Michaels in mind – but Phenomenal drops down to his knees and hits quite an effective counter.
A punch to the groin provides to possibly be the most effective counter to this move, and London doubles over in pain and falls down to the mat. Phenomenal collapses once more as well from exhaustion, and Phillips notices his pupil is in trouble.
Phillips walks over to Phillip and he throws him off the chair, showing no remorse for his well being. Folding the chair, he heads over to the door of the cage where he threatens referee Joey Reynolds to open the door. Reynolds refuses to, and The Senator hits a brutal shot to the abdomen with the steel chair. From there, Phillip opens up the door to the cage and he slides the steel chair in the direction of his Senatorial Stablemate Chris Phenomenal. Phenomenal is nudged by the chair, and referee Carter Donovan sees it in the center of the ring. Doing the responsible thing, he grabs the steel chair and heads towards the door where he plans to dispose of the chair but The Senator prevents him from doing so.
Phenomenal finally gets back up to his feet, and he now picks up the semi-motionless body of BK London. BK London however manages to surprise Phenomenal with a Small Package, and the crowd is in a frenzy trying to get the attention of Donovan. Phillips continues to steal the attention of Donovan, and London has Phenomenal for what seems to be almost forever.
Donovan finally notices the pin in the ring, and he drops the chair and slides on over to make the count.
ONE . . TWO-KICK OUT!
London had the match won, but the interference from the longest reigning International Champion managed to definitely put an end to that.
Both men spring up simultaneously after that, and Phenomenal grabs London in a scoop slam but London floats over and lands behind him. He grabs Phenomenal from behind for a German Suplex, but Chris completes the standing switch and pushes BK into Donovan. BK stops himself before he completely runs through the referee, and Phenomenal uses this opportunity to grab the steel chair. London turns around, and the sound of steel on skull echoes throughout the arena.
CRACK!
It’s reminiscent of earlier in the evening, and BK London goes down just the same way. Senator smiles, and Phenomenal drops the chair beside him and then drops down to his knees. He covers the now bloody BK London, and it looks like he has this match won.
ONE . . TWO . .
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:53:20 GMT -5
THR-KICK OUT!
BK London gets his shoulder up in the nick of time, and the crowd shoots up in excitement as their hero refuses to die. Phenomenal’s eyes widen up, and he looks over to Senator – who tells him to hurry up and get out of the ring.
Chris begins to crawl in the direction of the door, and The Senator opens the door nice and wide with opening arms for his student. London isn’t totally out yet, and just as Chris is approaching the door – he dives and grabs the ankle of Phenomenal. Almost instinctively, he applies torque and he Corporate Lock is in full effect to the delight of the fans. The feeling is merely a pull for Phenomenal for the first few seconds of it, but when London really gets a hold of him – he feels the excruciating paint that comes with the Corporate Lock. Phenomenal screams and claws at the mat, attempting anything to free him from this move – but London has got it locked in deep.
Phenomenal manages to roll on his back and he kicks BK London several times in his face, just to free himself from the hold – and it eventually does free him. London now eyes the chair by him, and he grabs it and approaches the crawling Phenomenal. He continues to crawl towards the cage, and London raises the chair hand and returns the favor from earlier by blasting him in the lower back with a steel chair shot, and another, and another.
London stands up over the fallen Phenomenal with his chair in hand, and now he eyes the door. Slowly, he approaches the door and now The Senator shuts it – and even pushes it with his hands to keep it closed, so London can’t get out. However, London takes his chair and he swings it right at the fingers of The Senator that made it through the cage – nearly crushing each and every one of them.
Phillips howls out in pain, and BK London kicks open the door – swinging it open right and connecting with the face of Phillips. With Phillips down, BK London looks to step out the ring – but Phenomenal musters up enough strength to get up. London looks behind him, and he sees Phenomenal getting up – and he realizes that he hasn’t won yet if he doesn’t make him pay. Staggering up, Phenomenal’s finally at a vertical base and he has his fists up – signaling he wants more. However, from his eyes – it appears the lights are on, but absolutely no one is home. London takes the very steel chair that The Senator threw in the ring for him, and he swings for the fences and connects with a devastating shot to the skull of Phenomenal.
Phenomenal drops down to one knee after that shot, and BK London winds up one more and he connects with another skull shattering shot to the cranium of Chris. Chris drops down to the mat, and he has been busted open the hard way – with his blood staining the canvas.
London finally drops the chair and he now heads up to the top rope, and begins climbing his way out of the cage. The fans are applauding him, and they can see that he has this match completely won – and he finally pushes himself up to the top. However, he looks up and he sees Chris Phenomenal stirring in the center of the ring. While London can easily win the match, he wants Phenomenal to pay for everything that he did to him over the course of the past two weeks. London stands up on the top of the cage, holding onto one of the camera/lighting structures and he looks down on Phenomenal – 15 feet down on him that is.
He takes one breath, and closes his eyes.
There’s no telling what’s going through his mind at this moment, but the crowd can sense that this isn’t over yet. What will end this all is one last move, and it’s all in BK’s hands right about now.
The leap of faith.
From Brooklyn to London, BK soars through the air – managing to go for his Shooting Star Press, which looks as beautiful as he did when he first hit it 5 years ago.
Tragedy strikes however, as he doesn’t quite hit his target.
Phenomenal, with his last ounce of strength, managed to shift his weight in time – and BK London absolutely crashed and burned on the mat below.
London smacks against the canvas below, and all the air quickly rushes out of his lungs and he rolls over on his back – absolutely motionless.
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
London isn’t moving at all, and Phenomenal – from the corner of his eye, sees BK London just laying there. He takes a few moments to breath, and he now begins to crawl over to London and he lays one arm across his chest – and that’s all that he needs at this point.
ONE . . . TWO . . . THREE!
The bell sounds for the match to be over, and we finally have a winner.
Phillip: And the winner of this match, Chris Phenomenal!
”PSA” by Jay-Z pumps throughout the arena, and both men stay in the same position for what appears to be the next 20 or so seconds until Phenomenal finds the strength to roll over on his back. Both men stare up at the lights, side to side, both bloody, bruised, and battered – as we predicted would be the ending result of this match.
The cage slowly begins to rise up, and The Senator – albeit a bit banged up himself – manages to roll in the ring and he checks if Phenomenal is ok. Phenomenal briefly responds, and The Senator attempts to pull him up – but he’s unable to. It appears Phenomenal can’t move that much at all.
Fitsharris and Kalb race down to ringside, and Fitsharris grabs Chris by the ankle and pulls him towards the outside of the ring. Both the Capitalists now pick up Phenomenal and places him over one shoulder, before heading back up the ramp with the liimp winner of this match – but if that’s what winning looks like, it doesn’t appear to be that glamorous.
All four members of The Senatorial Stable stop at the top of the stage, and they put Phenomenal down before raising him up on his feet. Each member of The Capitalists hold up one arm of Phenomenal, and we see a brief smile from the Harlem native before he collapses back down to the mat. All three of them help him back behind the curtains, and the fans aren’t happy that he has won the match.
Meanwhile, back in the ring – Carter Donovan is checking on BK London and if he’s good enough to exit the ring on his own accord. London pushes Donovan off, and he sits up on his own and attempts to catch his own breath.
Suddenly, we fade out and head to a commercial.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jan 27, 2010 17:55:11 GMT -5
Post-Match Segment: Dream Deterred (Credit: BK London)
As the cage continues to rise above him, BK London stands in he middle of the ring - the loser of this contest, and while he's covered with the blood of his foe & himself, he's far from disappointed in his efforts. Drenched in sweat, he looks around as the thousands of fans packed into the Rose Garden and each of them are standing on their feet - giving a standing ovation for one of the finest ACW wrestlers ever to step in the ring. BK London has done nothing to garner a cheap pop, or done anything to someone who is a lightning rod of hate from the fans - all that it is is a show of respect.
London mouths the words "thank you, thank you", and he makes his way towards the ropes and steps one foot through. But as he still hears this reaction from the ring, he stops. He stops and places himself back in the ring before asking for a microphone from Phillip - just as he did earlier in the evening.
BK London: Thank you - really, thank you.
Another surge of cheers pumps throughout the crowd, and London nods in approval.
BK London: I'm not gonna blame what happened earlier for why I lost my match, because I've done some incredible things in this company under much worse situations. I've returned from being hurled off a bridge, I've managed to regain a championship with a broken arm - hell, my leg was almost shattered completely, but I still managed to return bigger and better than ever. And I think this match proved that I still have it in me, I still have the passion and the ability in me to continue wrestling and entertaining you fans on a weekly basis!
The Rose Garden goes nuts at the prospect of BK London returning full-time to ACW, and he's smiling from ear to ear after hearing their reaction.
BK London: For the past year or so I've been drifting in and out the ring, but I can honestly say now that I am officially coming OUT of retirement and coming for the ACW Heavyweight Championship!
His declaration gets a great response from the crowd, but something sours the mood altogether. "Hawthorne's Theme" plays throughout the arena and it gets quite a bit of heat from the fans tonight. Stepping from the back, he makes his way through the curtain and makes a b-line down to the ring with a microphone in hand. London doesn't exactly look pleased to see him either, as he shouldn't be - what good thing usually comes with the Chairman interrupting your announcement?
BK London: ...don't do this to me Hawthorne, don't do this to me!
BK London can sense what is coming, just as all the fans have as well.
Chairman Hawthorne: BK London, you know I appreciate you for contributing to the show for the past couple of weeks, but this..this out of retirement thing, it just can't happen...
Massive heat.
Chairman Hawthorne: I know this is something you didn't want to hear, especially after that spectacular performance and your announcement - and I was going to tell you as soon as you came to the back, but I didn't want to let the fans really believe that you could make a comeback and then suddenly not see you next week on Warfare, or possibly the week after.
BK London: What are you saying? Are you? Are you firing me?
Chairman Hawthorne: Firing you? No. Since your pay-per-appearance contract with ACW doesn't expire until the end of this year and if I did that, I'd have to risk paying you a lot of money as a 'early cancellation fee'. You see, I don't know if you have noticed - but ACW is still in quite a major recession. While our shows have been bringing in tons of ratings for the past couple of weeks, and while our attendance sales and merchandise are shooting through the roof - we're still not out of the gutter yet.
BK London continues to look at Hawthorne, with a mixed expressions of anger and disappointment.
Chairman Hawthorne: And honestly, you're not helping ACW at all by continuing to show up week after week...
BK London looks more shocked than anything at that statement, and he advances towards Hawthorne - but the Chairman takes a step back.
Chairman Hawthorne: Hold on, let me finish. Everytime you make an appearance, it's a large chunk of money that is dished out to reimburse you. Week after week, we keep seeing progress - but our overall budget is at a stand still simply because we have to continue paying you. If you continue to show up each week, and we start to decline again - ACW is finished. Do you hear me? Done.
BK London: Well can't we renegotiate a new contract?
Chairman Hawthorne: That would still require us cancelling your current contract, and drawing up a new one while paying you a full-time salary - which could be even more. We can't afford to keep you BK London, at least not full-time.
His dreams, his aspirations of becoming World Champion once again are shattered right in front of him.
Chairman Hawthorne: I'm sorry BK London, my hands are tied...
Rejected almost is the feeling, right after what seemed like a bit of a high he was on - quickly everything took a complete nose dive. London stands there with his hands on his hips, just looking at Samuel Hawthorne, and Hawthorne stares at him back - unable to do anything.
London walks towards the ropes and begins to leave the ring, to quite a bit of heat from the crowd, but Hawthorne says one last thing - addressing the fans.
Chairman Hawthorne: I know all of your are disappointed - but think about it, it's a new era for ACW. We've got a ton of new stars rising up the ranks, do you really want to see BK London stepping up the ranks when we've got new acts like Chris Phenomenal and Dave Shadow and Vortex? Plus we've got the stars that weren't really given a chance like Danny Mainer, Adrian Flamingo, and Mr. Red..people who were held down because of BK London have new life breathed into their characters because BK London isn't around to grab the attention. It's a new era folks, it's a new age - you're going to have to deal with is.
BK London stops.
He turns around and looks at Chairman Hawthorne before heading back to the ring. Not even climbing the steps again, he slides in under the bottom rope and gets right in the face of Hawthorne - swiping the microphone away from his hands.
BK London: Is that what you think? Is that REALLY what you think, that I crave stealing the limelight? You know, within the grapevine of the backstage talk I hear that from time to time - and I usually ignore it, but I will ignore it no more. I'm finally gonna speak my mind - so little man you and EVERYONE in the back who believes that listen! And you listen good! I was here for the birth of ACW and every day - night in and night out for almost two years - twenty four months - I dedicated my life to entertaining these people. And why? Because I loved ACW.
Quite a pop from the fans, they respect the passion this man has for this business.
BK London: But I wasn't the only one who loved ACW, I wasn't the only one who wanted to see it grow. Jake Cheng, The Senator, Alicia Kitsune, Victor Laureano, The Macho Man RDK, Bladeshadow, Wyvern, Hunter, FSX, Skurai, Ridley, White Rose, Yoko Satoshi, Dan White, Rena Matheson - even Jonny fuckin' Spade, loved ACW.
Another pop, but this time for each one of those names that were mentioned - all veterans in their own right helped paved the way for what ACW is today.
BK London: Every Frog Splash from Victor Laureano put the BUTTS in seats and helped us maintain two shows per week! Every curbstomp from Ridley fascinated the fans, and kept them coming back for more. The battles between The Macho Man RDK and myself over the years - our blood, our sweat, our tears - helped us afford the Alphatron that you see us on today! Bladeshadow - as crazy as he is - helped usher us, along with everyone back then, into mainstream! When ACW needed us, we were there! There were no arguments backstage or little girls whispering around, gossiping about who's stealing too much TV time because we all did it to see ACW prosper - and we loved every second of it!
At this point BK London's getting quite vocal, as he should be.
BK London: To this day, I don't come back for all those zeros on my check - but I come back for the love of doing this night in and night out. There's nothing like being in front of a live crowd, thousands of thousands of fans, and they applaud you not for some flashy gimmick - but because of your skill, of your craft! There are young hungry guys backstage in which I see them following the same trend as I - but there are also those veterans backstage, who want to blame their 'lack of success' on me! I worked hard and earned everything that was ever given to me for the past six years here in ACW! And all I want to do is comeback and be able to do it again....but instead, it's people like you..
BK London makes the first physical contact with the Chairman, poking him quite hard in his chest - over and over again.
BK London: People like YOU! Who try to influence people into believing that somehow I was holding everyone down? I held no one down. You want to be on the top, you either work as hard as me - or even harder! So you can take everything you just said and...
He looks over to the crowd, and then turns back around and pushes Hawthorne down to the ground and flat on his ass to the delight of the crowd.
BK London: Shove it!
BK London drops the microphone right next to the fallen Samuel Hawthorne, who's sitting on his ass - and he doesn't like being embarassed in front of the fans one bit. BK London steps out of the ring and begins to make his way up the ramp and to the back, when Hawthorne gets in the last words.
Chairman Hawthorne: You want to put your hands on me BK London? FINE! You know what? As of right now - you are officially BENCHED here in ACW. That's right I said it, BENCHED! I'll make sure that you'll sit on the sidelines until I feel it's necessary for you to make a triumphant return - hell, you might not even see action at all until your contract's absolutely THROUGH! You, like everyone else in ACW, will have to learn that you do NOT put your hands on the boss! So as far as the rest of your wrestling career goes, you don't call me - I'LL CALL YOU!
But by then, BK London is all the way in the back by now - and a camera manages to follow him. Interviewer Charlotte King is right on the scene, and she follows him - trying to get a word, but absolutely nothing. BK London heads into his locker room, and slams the door right in her face.
Seconds later, he returns with his duffle bag from earlier slinged over his shoulder. Now shower, no changing, he makes his way down the corridor to the nearest exit.
Charlotte King: BK London! Do you have anything to say about what just happened in the ring?
BK London: ...I do have one thing to say. On December 30th - I was called by ACW because they needed help. I didn't need them - they needed me! And when that time comes again because of this jackass' decision making, the phone's gonna be ringing once more - and you know what? I won't be there to pick it up...that's all I've got to say!
BK London pushes through the double doors heading to the parking lot, and Charlotte is left standing alone as we fade to black.
Fade Out.
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