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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 7, 2009 15:36:08 GMT -5
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Match 1: The Red Panther and Jeff Andrews vs. Mr. Red and Rena Matheson
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Match 2: EOTR Qualifying Match VorteX vs. Kevin Fitsharris
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Match 3: EOTR Qualifying Match Mr. Wrestling VII vs. Andrew Starr
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Match 4: Main Event Non Title Dan White vs. Jack Jefferson
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 7, 2009 15:36:43 GMT -5
Segment: THE WORLD CHAMPION OF THE WORLD (Credit: Dan White)
The following segment opens up with your usual array of crowd shots being shown, and the adoring ACW public are quick to get up on their feet for another reason – as “Anarchy in the UK” by the Sex Pistols hits, and “The Welsh Dragon” - wait, scratch that - “The World Champion” Dan White walks through the curtain, proudly holding the World championship belt across his shoulder. He marches down the ramp, slowly past the crowd on either side so that they have a perfect poloroid moment before continuing towards the ring. Climbing up through the steel steps, he slides into the ring, where the standard lights turn on. The cuts and gashes from the Hell in a Cell match eight days ago are still clear, as Dan holds the belt proudly in the air, before his music fades, and he takes a microphone from the floor.
Dan White: ...
He's unable to speak. A huge smile brushes across his face, and he looks away from the camera. But the crowd step in, and a huge “DAN-WHITE!!” chant echoes across the arena. The Welshman allows their cries to go on for a few moments, before politely interrupting them.
Dan White: Well, you know, it's been a hell of a long time coming, I'll tell you that.
Another pop from the crowd, who recognise everything Dan put into winning that belt.
Dan White: It's been over five years in the making, now. And I can't believe that I was finally able to do this. I mean, you look at how many chances I had. All those times that I was so near and yet, so far away. To think, I was ready to quit at Fallen Heroes and retire for good. That night feels like a distant memory now. But I was ready to give it all up. It took a lot of guts to conjure up some motivation to return. And yet here we are, almost five months later, and I've finally done it.
He holds the title up, looking into it.
Dan White: All the famous names. I can now say I'm part of that group. BK London, Skurai, White Rose, Hunter, Latino, AK. You name it, they've all won it. And I've won it as well. And It wasn't easy. Hell in a Cell matches never are. But like so many other things, I have conquered that match and I remain undefeated in the damn things. But what happened at Heatwave is now history. I want to look at the future. I want to look at giving you the best reign I bloody well can. And at it, I want to try and create history.
He points to the titantron.
Dan White: Lads, get the table up, please!
The titantron flickers on, and we see a list of names, complete with “## days” next to their name.
Dan White: This, is a chart of everybody who has won the world title, and how many days in total they had the belt for. It is my quest to chart the top of this table! Now, this may not happen merely within one title reign, because even somebody as great as I am is suspectable to the occasional upset defeat. But let us see my name on that table!
”21. Dan White: 8 Days AND COUNTING” appears at the bottom of the table, to a brief pop from the crowd, as Dan smiles broadly.
Dan White: But I do intend to hold this title for as long as I possibly can...which brings me onto my EOTR opponent. In truth, I don't have one, which is why I am sending out a challenge to the entire ACW roster. Anyone who sees it fit to take me on in a match at EOTR, is more than welcome. And if nobody steps up to the plate, I guess I'm going to have to do it myself....and that, my friend, is the right....
Crowd: Touch!
Dan smiles
Dan White: You got it.
He drops the mic as his theme hits again, and he makes his exit from the ring. It what is a belated celebration for the Welshman, he was certainly quick to move onto making his reign a good one. But will challenging the entire roster be a bold move, or a stupid mistake?
We'll find out later...
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 7, 2009 15:38:16 GMT -5
Segment: A Champion With Pride? Pshhhh (Credit: Train)
Gourmet Race Metal Mix plays over the arena and right away the crowd stands on their feet and boos the over 350 pound man. Thunder Train steps out from backstage. The boos are even louder now at the sight of the Train. Train is wearing really cool looking rip away pants and a brand new Thunder Train T-shirt that says "THUNDER TRAIN FOR WORLD CHAMPION!" in big bold text. He makes his way down to the ring with a giant smirk on his face. Train ignores the fans until one throws a drink at him WCW style. Train then just goes over to the fan and smiles at him while security gets involved and does whatever security does to people. I really don't want to know. Anyway, Train enters the ring and grabs a microphone but before he can talk the boos keep ringing through the arena.
Thunder Train: Yes, keep talking everyone! That's great! Just like that. Boo my name! Boo the truth. Do it! Come on!
The crowd does so and keeps booing. The reverse psychology didn't exactly work there.
Thunder Train: Shut up! I'm not leaving this ring until I say what I have to say.
The crowd finally quiets down.
Thunder Train: Thank you. Now, unless you've been living under a rock the past few months you have seen my rise through the ranks. I've been more dominate than ever. And so last week I issued my challenge to Dan White about his world championship. I didn't even get an answer! The man wasn't even on the show. He wins the biggest title of his career and doesn't even have the care to show up on the show following his win. Now the story he's telling people is that he went through a lot and had to rest up. Well screw that! I fight in Hell in a Cell matches every single night and I'm here just fine! As a matter of fact, I just got done with a one hour cell match right before I came out here. Dan White didn't show up because he doesn't care about you people!
The crowd boos the remark toward their new champion.
Thunder Train: Oh get off it! He's manipulated you sons of bitches for months. Giving a stupid sob story about how hes been screwed by Gingerdude and the like. I'm willing to bet he was in on it with Gingerdude the whole time. It was all just a ratings plot to get you people to watch Dan White's career and see if he could finally climb that mountain that had always been just a LITTLE too high up for him. Then, as a good job done, Gingerdude allowed Dan to take a show off.
Who gave you that preposterous hypothesis? Did Steve tell you that? Steve...What kind of rapping name is Steve anyway?
Thunder Train: And now tonight Dan White makes his triumphant return to ACW television as a world champion! And look at what his match is for this evening, A NON TITLE MATCH! See, Gingerdude won't even put him in title matches! Another benefit from their little master plan. Well, I'm onto this little game even though some of you here tonight might feel otherwise. I hope that you bastards here tonight can see through the smoke and mirrors and come to the realization that Dan White is nothing but a fraud...And soon to be a transitional champion.
The crowd boos and begins to chant "You Suck" toward the Train. Train just walks around the ring a bit before finally continuing.
Thunder Train: Oh please, you all know its my time to shine. Look at what I've had to do to get where I am. I've had to be the bitches of so many talentless pricks over the year. But now I'm a changed man. I'm more focused then ever and that's good for me but bad for Dan. So Dan, you best bet that you be on your A-Game because when the time comes, I can guarantee that I'll be taking that title away from you.
Train drops the microphone onto the mat and raises his arms to the crowd. The crowd lets out more boos but the Train is in the zone now baby! He exits the ring, much to the delight of the crowd. Then he makes his way back up the ramp. Train has said a lot tonight but now he has to back it up. Will Train run into Dan later on? Will the two meet face to face for the first time in a long time? Who knows!
Fade...
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 7, 2009 15:38:44 GMT -5
Segment: You, get me moniez (credit: The Red Panther) Our scene opens to an office. The wallpaper is bare and the carpet is cream. In the corner is a potted plant, but other than that the only feature is a short haired asian man wearing sun glasses, a gray suit and a black button up-shirt sitting at a desk. A knock comes from the door and in walks The Red Panther, wearing his ring attire. He sits down and we zoom in to see the name plate on the mans desk says "Andy Wing". Andy is panthers agent, agent, accountant, lawyer and bringer of bail. Basically his dad, minus the likening Panther part. On the contrary, Andy HATES working for Panther.Panther: Andy, my man, how you doing? Andy: What have I told you about walking in unannounced? Panther:..........Do it? Andy simply shakes his head.Andy: What do you want, Panther. Panther: How did my video game doing? Andy: It sold three copies. We lost seven million dollars. Panther: I told you, we needed to sell it in Africa, those guys love me. Andy doesn't even bother to explain to Panther why selling his game in Africa would be as bad financially as trying to sell N64s at $900 each and simply carries on.Andy: Look, you need somebody marketable to help sell merchandise. Panther: Erm, I think you will find I am the most marketable man in ACW. I am loved the world over. Andy: You need a manager, somebody who has wrestled before, a mouth piece. I know a guy, call him. Andy hands Panther a piece of paper which has a phone number written on it and "Jimmy Winner" under it.Panther: Jimmy Winner? Wasn't that asshole in SUNSHINE pro or something? Andy: RAINBOW, and yes he was. He's looking to get into a speaking role, at the moment he is doing radio. Call him later tonight. Panther: Is he a good wrestler? I can't expect him to be on the same level as me, the great one, but was he good? Andy: Well, he had a fall over the champion at one point. It's some indy stuff, here, watch the best of at this site: rainbowpro.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=resultss&action=display&thread=1015&page=1#36rainbowpro.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=resultss&action=display&thread=1016&page=1#44rainbowpro.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=resultss&action=display&thread=1054&page=1#2406Andy: And most of all, we can market the hell out of him, fans hate him! Panther: See, I don't want them to hate me, if I team with him they might not like me anymore! Andy: I don't think that will be a problem. They could never stop loving you. Panther: Your right. Thanks Andy. Panther leaves the room, to the relief of Andy.Andy: That guys a moron.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 7, 2009 15:39:31 GMT -5
Hey look! He’s walking backstage! Jack Jefferson / Mr. Red
Jack Jefferson is walking down one of the corridors that makes up the maze that is the ACW backstage area. Wearing his ring gear he looks psyched, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck as he struts along. Out of nowhere Jefferson goes down as if he’s been shot. Standing over him is none other than Mr. Red, holding a baseball bat.
Red: Bad for me? BAD FOR ME?!
Red proceeds to stomp repeatedly on Jefferson’s head. Jefferson attempts to cover up and, to an extent, manages to soften the blow slightly but still it doesn’t do much good as the blows rain down.
Red: Consider this your warning! I am not to be taken lightly!
Quickly as it started, the attack is over and Red has left the scene. Jefferson is clutching the back of his head, the rage etched all over his face. Red is a lucky man because Jefferson’s match is up next. Otherwise he would’ve had an instant retaliation on his hands. Jefferson clutches his crowbar, Chloe, so tight his knuckles go white before letting out a roar of indignation and hurling the crowbar at the wall. He storms off, heading towards the ring, with a huge scowl on his face and hatred in his eyes.
Fade to Black =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Segment: A Desperate Man (Credit: Freeman) There could be no more messing around any longer. Things have not been going Jason Freeman’s way as of late, that's for sure. Dave Shadow had struck a bit of a nerve in the ring last week when he had brought up Freeman’s numerous failures. After all, what have the past few months been for Freeman besides a string of failures? Words that were not backed up.
Freeman sits in his locker room, leaving the lights off, just allowing his mind to wander and allowing himself to think. What has been going wrong? He wanted to win Fallen Heroes, but he hadn’t. He wanted to beat AK, but he was defeated. He wanted to win the world title but he fell short. He wanted to win the International Title and yet once again he screwed up. What was especially infuriating was that he wasn’t even pinned. He had Shadow down but Jefferson had broken up the pin. If that had been a singles match…perhaps he would have been able to win, but it was HIS fault it was a triple threat in the first place. He thought he could strategize his way to victory but he DIDN’T.
He clenches his fists, and snarls. He had lost his temper last week and attacked Shadow in the ring, but it was alright. He would get himself an International title match whether or not Shadow was willing to give it to him. But for now, there is one concern on his mind. The Emperor of the Ring tournament. The chance to win one more chance at the world championship. All he had to do was beat four opponents.
He could take no more chances. Perhaps his mistake was that he had been too confident, and he wasn’t doing all that he could to emerge on top. Sure he said he was doing all he could, but could he not look back and see one more thing he could have tried? He had achieved much more sense in his initial return and what was different then? Simply that he had been hungrier, and more desperate. He had more to prove and was determined to do so. Lately he had become too comfortable. It was time to do what he kept saying he was going to do, but then did not follow through. It was time to do absolutely everything in his power to ensure that he ends up on top. He has become desperate once more, and he now knows that if he wants to win this tournament he has to go ALL OUT. If people thought that Jason Freeman was manipulative before - If they thought he was cunning, crafty, sly, and vicious before - then they had seen nothing yet. Freeman has said that he always gets what he wants, and he was ready to prove it.
He had to play dirty, and he had to plot. Luckily, if there was anybody fit for the job, it was him. One of his plans had already been set in motion at Heatwave.
There would BE no defeat this time.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 7, 2009 15:40:05 GMT -5
Qualifying [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] The camera cuts to the back of the ACW arena where Vortex can be seen preparing for his EOTR qualifying match. Vortex sits on a bench tying his boots when Abel comes walking into the locker room, a look of agitation on his face.Abel: Dimitrius. Vortex: Now’s not a great time for a lecture, Abel. I have a match to prepare for…a pretty important one at that.Abel: Whether you want to admit it or not, you are tiring Dimitrius. Mentally, that is. Vortex: The migraines have been lessening over the weeks; however, since that hardcore match with Rena I have been feeling a little hazier than usual. Abel: This is why I cautioned you against issuing your little ‘challenge’. If someone actually answers it, who knows what could happen. I find it ironic that every time I suggest we lay low, you go get yourself into more spotlight. First the belt, and now the tournament? Vortex: It’s about the money, Abel. The more gold and competition you have the more money you have. Abel: That is all well and great, except this is futile. You know you cannot win this tournament. Vortex finishes tying his boots, stands up, and looks at Abel.Vortex: See, this is the attitude I can’t stand. Why don’t I have a shot at winning? I am just as experienced as the rest of the competitors; the only difference that separates us is hierarchal position. Abel: Their tenacity is strong Dimitrius… Vortex: Strong? You saw Freeman and I Thursday, he hurried up and got me out of the ring so he could save himself a loss by count-out. If his ‘tenacity’ were strong Abel, he would have stayed in the ring and fought like a man. Abel: Regardless… Vortex: Stop with the shit Abel. You know as well as I do that I have a good shot at doing very well in this thing. We need the funding anyway. Without money we’re never going to find Winters and ‘fix’ my brain. Too bad I have to damage it more before I can fix it. Abel: That’s my concern Dimitrius. If you push your mental state too far… Vortex: Forget that. I have a match to win.Without saying more, Vortex leaves the room. Abel stands there for a few moments before sitting down on the bench and putting his head in his hands.Abel: God help us… Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 7, 2009 15:41:15 GMT -5
Match 1: The Red Panther and Jeff Andrews vs. Mr. Red and Rena Matheson
Was not recieved and shall be posted when once recieved.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 7, 2009 15:41:39 GMT -5
Segment: Interview (Credit: Michael Smart)
The scene opens up with a shot of a door. The door has a sign that says "Michael Smart" on it. The camera pans back to show a man with an afro and dark sunglasses, commonly known as Kevin Anderson. Holding a microphone to his face, Kevin starts talking.
Kevin Anderson: I am Kevin "The Internet" Anderson and right now I'm here in front of the locker room of Michael Smart. I am here to ask this man his opinion on the recent death of the Untouchables. I am right about ready to knock on the door, and...
Kevin stops as he looks at someone approaching. The camera pans back some more to show Daniel Smart, wearing a dark grey suit, black sunglasses and a yellow tie, staring at him.
Daniel Smart: What are you doing?
Kevin Anderson: I'm trying to interview Michael Smart.
Daniel Smart: Huh? I haven't authorized any interviews.
Kevin Anderson: The Internet doesn't need permissions! Especially from... who are you again?
Daniel lets out a loud, exaggerated gasp.
Daniel Smart: You don't know me? I'm Michael Smart's cousin and manager! And I'm saying that you can't interview him! In fact, I wanna interview him instead! Gimme that mic!
Kevin Anderson: What are you...
Kevin's sentence is cut short as Daniel lunges at him and grabs his mic, pulling at it in an attempt to grapple it away from Kevin. Kevin also starts pulling, the two wrestling for control of the microphone. Suddenly the door opens. The two stop to turn their gazes to the door, and what they see is Michael Smart, wearing his street clothes. In the confusion Kevin manages to get the mic back.
Kevin Anderson: Mr. Smart, what are your...
Michael Smart: No comment.
Michael quickly squeezes between Kevin and Daniel and starts walking away. The two stare after him for a moment before Daniel yells after him.
Daniel Smart: Wait up, cousin!
Daniel starts running after Michael, leaving Kevin staring after the two of them. After a minute he realizes that the camera is still running and that he needs to wrap this up.
Kevin Anderson: Well... there you have it! Michael has no comment! How exciting.
Kevin walks off screen as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 7, 2009 15:41:57 GMT -5
Focused Jack Jefferson
Jack Jefferson paces around his locker room. He looks irritated, his jaw clenched and shaking his head as if to himself. Pent up frustration is clearly getting to him and he yells out in irritation as he punches a glass of water, causing it to shatter on the floor. Kevin “The Internet” Anderson, who happens to be poking his head around the door, leaps out of his skin. Jefferson spots Kevin, as he convulses in shock, and rolls his eyes.
Jefferson: What the fuck do you want?
Kevin: Well you haven’t been seen since Heatwave, let alone given an interview. Being the amazing journalist I am I thought I’d get myself an exclusive!
Kevin slaps a cheesy grin on his face. Jefferson doesn’t look too impressed with him, but doesn’t object to him walking into the room. Kevin sits down on Jefferson’s sofa, making himself at home, before opening up with his questions.
Kevin: So, Jack, we saw you pinned at Heatwave as Dave Shadow retained his International Title. Surely this is a case of one step forward and two steps back?
Jefferson: What? Kevin, you make no fuckin’ sense! The simple fact is, yes I lost, but I came extremely close to getting that win. If the match had been one-on-one like it was supposed to be then I would’ve walked away with that belt around my waist. It’s only a matter of time until I eventually wear gold.
Kevin: Wait, didn’t you want Freeman in the match?
Jefferson: Hein sight is 20/20 Kev.
Kevin: Er...yeah. What does this mean for you now, what is your focus now your title shot is gone?
Jefferson: My focus? Don’t you worry about me Kev. This month I’m winning Emperor of the Ring so you don’t have to be concerned with a lack of focus from me! That’s not the only thing either, Kev. For the entirety of last month I had Red bugging me and trying to either kiss my arse or call me out, it was ridiculous. This month I’m not gunning for the title so I’m not distracted. This is bad news for Red, very bad news.
Kevin: Sounds ominous. Anyway, let’s talk about tonight. You’re taking on Dan White in his first match since becoming World Champion. Obviously you two have history, does this affect the way you’re going to prepare for this match?
Jefferson: Well, yeah, it’s obviously going to affect my preparation. You have to prepare differently for different opponents. Dan White is a very interesting proposition. I’m shocked he ever made it and became World Champion to be honest but the fact he has the big belt around his waist means very little to me. It’d be a big deal if it was on the line but, naturally, Danny boy won’t do that. He doesn’t want to lose his belt on his first defence now does he?
Kevin: So--
Jefferson: So nothing Kev, interview over. I gotta prepare and I don’t have time for your needless questions interrupting my preparations. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.
Kevin looks a little hurt, still lounging back on the sofa looking to hang around. He does, however, get the message when Jefferson turns his back on him and refuses to acknowledge his presence. Dejected, Kevin takes his leave and walks out of the locker room. With that occurrence we’ve only really got once choice.
Fade to Black
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 7, 2009 15:42:27 GMT -5
(Title: A lil bit of back and forth) (Credit: Chris Phenomenal and Dave Shadow)
The scene opens in front of an ACW backdrop, Kevin “The Internet” Anderson standing in front of it joined by Dave Shadow, the reigning ACW International Champion and Emperor of the Ring hopeful.
Kevin Anderson: Ladies and Gentleman at this time it is my pleasure to welcome Dave Shadow.
Kevin turns to Dave.
Kevin Anderson: Now Dave, last week we saw you beat The Red Panther to advance in the Emperor of the Ring tournament. We also saw however just how much the attack on your person after Omega Effect is still effecting you. How close are you and Alicia to finding out the attacker?
Dave Shadow: Anderson, I'm going to tell you the same thing I told King last week. I'd rather not start discussing how we are proceeding with that matter at the moment, for the simple reason that we don't want to give the attacker the satisfaction of knowing how close we are. We're closing in, but that's all I'd like to say about that for now...
Kevin Anderson: So it would be fair to say that there are a number of leads that you are following?
Before Dave can answer the question he is interrupted by Chris Phenomenal, coming onto the screen as he stares at Dave.
Chris Phenomenal: You know Dave, I really should be pleased that you’re focused on some lunatic attacker carrying a petty grudge. If you’re so focused on him instead of our upcoming match, I can all but guarantee that it’s not going to end the way that you hoping for.
Chris finishes up Dave stares at him, a small curl forming on his upper lip as Chris returns the glare.
Dave Shadow: Funny thing Chris. See, you're name currently is on the "No alibi" list. You know?
Kevin Anderson: Chris we’re…
Chris Phenomenal: Yeah, I would know that Dave. Seeing as how I’m quite obsessed with this entire investigation. If you want to know where I was, I was keeping watch on the Senatorial offices during his match against Rattlesnake. After the entire fiasco with Thunderkiss breaking in a few months before one can’t blame Senator for taking security very seriously.
Dave Shadow: And Senator can confirm this?
Chris Phenomenal: The next time you see him around the ACW Arena by all means ask him, he’ll give you the same story I gave. The man’s a politician, I’m sure he’ll give you a truthful answer.
The sarcasm of Chris Phenomenal does not go undetected by Dave Shadow who turns his focus back to Chris.
Dave Shadow: Yeah, I'm sure he would. But listen. I just wanted you to know that when I climb into the ring, the attack is the furthest thing from my mind. So I don't want you thinking I'm unprepared for our upcoming encounter. I'm well able to kick your ass.
From the look on Chris’ face it appears as if Chris has just baited Dave Shadow into saying exactly what he wants.
Kevin Anderson: If I…
Chris Phenomenal: I’m sure then that the last time we squared off comes to the forefront. You’d recall what happened better than I would but if my memory holds true, I pinned you in the middle of the ring, got the fall and walked out with your entertainment title. If memory serves me correct, even prior to that match when I first signed my GWF contract I said what better way to start off my career than a match against the owner and you politely declined the challenge. The more I think about it Dave, the more I figure that you know deep in your shriveled heart that you can’t beat me. That you’re afraid of the big bad Harlem Superman. You know, that when push comes to shove, I’m just that much stronger.
Dave looks at Chris, the memory of there last encounter running through his mind.
Dave Shadow: You’ve always been good at running your mouth I’ll give you that. You’ve always been impressive in the ring, holding wins over guys like Rattlesnake, Thunderkiss and more. That said, we need to clear something up. You’re not in the same league as me. I plan on becoming the Emperor of the Ring and it doesn’t matter who gets in my way. I've always shown that what I say is fact, and that you should never underestimate me. So let me give you some advice. Don't blink. Cause if you do, I will make you regret taking your eyes off me.
Chris chuckles to himself.
Chris Phenomenal: Clever Dave, I’m trying to think of something equally as witty, however I’m more than happy to knock your brains…
Kevin Anderson: EXCUSE ME!
Chris and Dave both turn and look at Kevin Anderson, totally having forgotten his presence.
Kevin Anderson: Now that I…
His words however are lost as Chris and Dave stare right back at each other, Dave coming in with a retort.
Dave Shadow: What was that, Chris? you're going to do what to me? You think I'm scared of your little threats. Chris, I'm fast becoming an ACW legend, and I'm not afraid of some punk-ass idiot like you. Two weeks, Chris. That's how long you've got left.
Kevin Anderson: I give up.
With that Kevin Anderson walks off stage as Dave and Chris continue to stare each other down, Warfare cutting to commercial.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 7, 2009 15:42:48 GMT -5
Segment: Past Decisions, Present Dilemmas (Credit: Dave Shadow / AK)
Monday 7th September, 11.15 am
Cafe culture has never really appealed to Dave Shadow. As far as he’s concerned, coffee comes in two varieties – black, or “that Italian rubbish”. Therefore, it’s highly unusual to see him perched on a chair which is clearly designed for style rather than comfort inside one of ACW Island’s many such temples to the humble bean.
His gaze rests somewhere in the middle distance. Sitting across the table from him, Alicia Laureano guesses that his mind is still at his brother’s bedside. She sips her cappuccino, gently rocking the stroller next to her with one foot so as to keep the occupants happy with the motion of the mobile above.
Alicia: I didn’t know you preferred cold beverages, Dave.
Dave stirs from his bleak thoughts, and shrugs.
Dave: Oh, yeah.
He puts a hand to the paper cup, and sighs.
Dave: You know, I’ve listened to that damn tape so many times, I hear it in my sleep now. Well...when i get any sleep, that is.
Alicia nods. She takes a breath; there’s no easy way to approach the topic she needs to discuss.
Alicia: I know. I’ve gone through my copy repeatedly, and I think I know where we need to direct our attention.
Dave’s body language immediately sharpens up. He sits up straight and looks at Alicia.
Dave: Go on.
Alicia: There are two ways we could theoretically take this message. Either it’s mis-information, and the perpetrator is trying to steer us away from his or her real motivation... or they were being honest. Specifically with regard to this being linked back to GWF.
Dave frowns.
Dave: By the look of your face, I think it's safe to say you're presuming the latter?
Alicia: I do. The more I listen to the language used, the more I’m convinced this person actually wants us to find them. I don’t think the timing was co-incidental with your last title defence, either.
She looks at Dave.
Alicia: Dave, I have to ask you this. I know only a little about what went on during your tenure at GWF. I believe that something happened there, something you had either knowledge or involvement in, which has left someone sufficiently angry or scarred to seek you out here. Normally, I would leave such things in the past where they belong, but...
Dave folds his arms, defensively.
Dave: I don’t like where this is going, Alicia.
Alicia: No, I realise that. But we’ve got to go there if we want to solve this mystery once and for all.
Dave leans forward, resting one hand on the table.
Dave: Listen, I did a few things I’m not exactly proud of. You know that this industry can bring out the very worst of people from time to time. But if you want my opinion, far worse acts are perpetrated in ACW on a semi-regular basis, by everyone from the Chairman down. And from what I’ve heard, you’re certainly not excluded from that. You may not have attacked me, but you’re both capable and experienced in that regard.
Alicia looks taken aback and maybe even incensed for a moment, but the essential truth of Shadow’s statement can’t be denied.
Alicia:.......You’re right, of course. ACW would be the perfect place for the person who did this to you to fit right in.
She adjusts the baby blanket in the stroller.
Alicia: I guess if you truly care about something, or someone, you can blind yourself to even the gravest of flaws. It’s just too easy to look and see what once was, or what you wanted there to be, rather than what actually exists.
Dave: Or what existed...
Dave is clearly thinking, and whatever he’s thinking about, it doesn’t seem to consist of happy memories. Alicia finishes her coffee.
Alicia: I’ll leave it to your judgement as to whether there’s anything which would benefit from a closer inspection for a motive, Dave. I’m not interested in raking over ground just for salacious reasons.
Dave: Yeah, I appreciate that. Thanks.
He looks at her, drumming his fingers on the table.
Dave:] Now there’s a question I need to ask you. Do you think you may be inclined, even subconsciously, to believe this person is genuine because they flattered you on the tape?
Alicia ponders this.
Alicia: It’s undoubtedly a risk. Maybe it does affect how I perceive the content. But then if that’s the case, the reverse could be true for you. Maybe we should get a third opinion. Someone totally unbiased.
Dave: Any ideas?
Alicia: One or two, perhaps.
There’s a bleeping, and Alicia looks at her mobile phone.
Alicia: That’s Victor, he said he’d pick me up on his way back from the studio.
Dave: Studio?
Alicia: He’s making a fitness video. “The Latino Workout”, I think it’s called.
Dave:Haha. Are you going to be on it?
Alicia chuckles.
Alicia: I’m not exactly in the best shape for that. The sports bra I need to wear in the ring these days is as stiff as a teenage geek in the Playboy mansion.
Dave: ....Yeaaaah, I’m going to file that under Too Much Information. Kids, you didn’t hear your mum say that, ok?
Alicia: It’s fine, they don’t understand language yet. They like hearing the human voice though, as long as it’s not too dynamic or excitable. I’ve been playing them recordings of the Senator’s addresses on economic policy; best sleeping aid for the baby community there is.
Alicia stands up, smiling.
Alicia: Well, I’d best be off. I forgot – congratulations on your continuing International Title run.
Dave: Thanks. I’ll call soon. Later.
Alicia steps out, leaving Dave Shadow alone. He looks in his cup at the dregs of his coffee; not that appealing.
Neither is revisiting his tenure as GWF owner; but it has to be done. Somewhere in his head, there could be the crucial clue he’s been searching for.
It’s time for a personal retrospective...
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 7, 2009 15:43:34 GMT -5
Match 2: EOTR Qualifying Match VorteX vs. Kevin Fitsharris
“Out of the Ashes” hits and Vortex emerges from backstage, a determined look on his face. Vortex stops for a few moments at the top of the ramp before continuing down to the ring, sliding in, and facing the entrance, awaiting his opponent.
“How Do You Like Me Now?” hits and Kevin appears at the top of the entrance ramp, looking confident as ever. As the fans fill the arena with boos, Kevin struts down to the ring and steps in, looking Vortex up and down before laughing and raising his arms, which brings more boos.
Bell Rings.
Vortex wastes no time and runs across the ring with great speed, taking Kevin out with a clothesline. The fans cheer and Vortex begins laying into Kevin with some boots, before he rolls out of the ring. This doesn’t deter Vortex in the least as he bounces off of the far ropes and springs outside with a Space Flying Tiger Drop that brings a large pop and takes Kevin out all at once. RAF begins his count, and Vortex—not wanting to lose momentum—picks Kevin up, runs along the ring, and uses the steel post as a ‘helper’ by bouncing Kevin’s face off of it.
RAF throws out a stern warning, and Vortex picks Kevin up off the ground and rolls him back into the ring. Kevin—who hasn’t had any offense thus far—quickly dodges a boot from Vortex, rolls to his feet, and fires a strong left hand which connects. Kevin uses this opportunity to deliver a quick boot to the midsection and then a snap suplex, which drives Vortex to the mat. Kevin pins.
1…kickout!
There is no chance that Vortex is going to stay down for long after such a simple maneuver, and Vortex fights back to his feet. Before Kevin can react, Vortex delivers a roundhouse to the temple which stuns Kevin, and then Vortex follows the maneuver with a spinning axe kick that plants Kevin’s face into the mat.
Vortex pauses for a few moments and lets Kevin rise to one knee before delivering a running Enzuigiri to the kneeling man sending him back to the mat. Instead of pinning, Vortex locks in a submission…a Front Facelock Sprawl to be precise.
Vortex has both a slight height and weight advantage, so Kevin struggles to break out of the hold. RAF gets to one knee and asks if Kevin wants to submit, and the only words he gets in return are a few strained curses. Vortex locks in the hold tighter, and Kevin struggles evermore, while the crowd cheers and jumps around. RAF continues to ask if Kevin wishes to submit, and Kevin makes one great leap towards the ropes, and manages to get one hand on them, breaking the submission.
The two men get to their feet and Vortex looks for another roundhouse, however Kevin catches his foot, laughs in his face, and delivers a kick to the groin right in front of RAF. The crowd goes nuts with boos and RAF gets in the face of Fitsharris who pushes him away and delivers a stunning jumping DDT. Kevin pins once again.
1…2…kickout!
Vortex stays down for a bit longer this time before kicking out, due to the low blow. Nevertheless, Vortex finds his feet once more and hits Kevin with a huge right before whipping him into the turnbuckle with force. Vortex is thoroughly pissed at this point and hits Kevin with a running knee in the corner before whipping him into the ropes and delivering a stunning Cross Armbreaker Throw, which causes the crowd to pop massively. Vortex pins.
1…2….kickout!
Vortex is more than a bit frustrated at this point and wishes to end the match sooner rather than later. Vortex lifts Kevin to his feet and sends him off into the ropes, and on rebound Vortex hits the Blackout Dropkick which knocks Kevin into next week. Vortex pins.
1…2….3!
Phillip: Here is your winner...Vortex!
The fans roar, Vortex stands up, and raises one arm in the air, proud to be advancing in the tournament. Kevin rolls out of the ring; Vortex grabs a microphone and starts to speak.
Vortex: Cocky little bastard.
The fans pop and Vortex waits a few moments to let the sound die down before speaking again.
Vortex: This is what I am here to prove, that it doesn’t matter who you are…I am more than capable of beating you. Last week I took Freeman to a draw, and this week I kicked Fitsharris’s ass to advance in the competition. So let me get one thing straight, I don’t care if Flower Power walks down here right now and challenges me to a fight, I’m all for it.
The fans are too, as they roar to life with one of the loudest pops of the night…as if THAT would ever happen.
Vortex: Phenomenal, Shadow, Freeman, any of you ‘mystery’ wusses, I’m coming for you. Once you step into this ring with me, you better be ready for one hell of a fight. Because…I am the…
Crowd: EXCEPTION!
Vortex rolls out of the ring, grabs his title, and makes his way to the back. How far will he make it in the tournament? Only time will tell.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 7, 2009 15:43:55 GMT -5
Uncredited, Untitled IV. The fireworks are primed and ready. In just a few minutes Earth shall tremble as I celebrate my independence, independence from Alpha Championship Wrestling. For so long I have tried to fool myself into believing that this day would never come, that I would be finally accepted among their ranks. In fact, from the moment I became part of Ginger’s family believing anything else became forethought. I should have known better. From day one the good ol’ boys of this federation have been trying to figure out a way to remove me from their ranks. To them I was nothing more than another hand dipping into their slice of the pie and they are the type of folks that don’t like to share. Furthermore, they don’t like being shown up in front of millions by a man who does it five hundred percent better. At Omega Effect they finally succeeded and I drove off into the sunset free of their jealous burden once and for all. My scorn quickly turned into determination. My adopted city of Los Angeles welcomed me home with open arms and rejoiced when I announced my plans to open up a wrestling promotion within their city limits. Many hours of hard labor gave way to Saints of Los Angeles Pro Wrestling, giving my wife a newfound purpose in life, to surpass her father. I, too, had a new purpose and that was to make good on my promise of moving the professional wrestling bar higher once again to show the fans they had every right to demand a better product. At long last my family and I were thousands of miles away from this stinkin’ island but its stench couldn’t escape our noses. If I needed any more motivation for what I am about to do all I must do is look at the letter that is folded up in my vest pocket. It is from none other than the city of Los Angeles in regards to my then newest business venture that was the talk of the town. It appeared that they had a change of heart, scratch that, it appeared that someone couldn’t let go of a grudge. It is none other than a cease and desist order for SLA, citing that our promotion was run in an improper zone and our arena was not up to current city code. Of course upon our inception this was all checked out but apparently some bad book keeping on the city’s part lead us to believe we were in the clear. However, that is and never was the point behind this order. The point was that some people can make your very existence on Earth a headache and will use their power and influence to remind you of such. If you know the right people they can do anything for you, including, but not limited to, shutting down any business. And who knows the right people you ask? Senator Steve Phillips. I can envision the smile across his face the moment he picked up his phone in Washington D.C. and called out for a few favors. In the end, our “little federation that could” never stood a chance. Fixing the issues would have involved a complete move of both our venue and business office, a task that we did not have the revenue for. Oh yes, even my pockets have their limits. Late this Summer we were forced to close our doors and our talent roster was raped by the culprits behind our sudden and abrupt end. I hope they enjoyed their last paycheck from their new employer for it will surely be their last. Detonator in hand, I say goodbye to all the TNT that lines the caverns below the ACW Arena. I remind them that their sacrifice is a most noble one and that their efforts shall not go forgotten. This also serves as a cruel reminder to myself on how low my life has become. I mean, I am talking to dynamite for God’s sake. I then embark on my return trip to the surface where I shall take my first breaths of fresh air in hours, though upon taking it into my lungs I would certainly not call it that. It is time. I clutch the detonator in my hand and bring my eyes up toward the horizon line. The arena reflects off my eyes and according to both my watch and the roar of the crowd the main event has now arrived. Now it is a matter of simply waiting to hear the fandom’s final roar. Whether be it Dan White or Senator Steve Phillips, their victory bell will also serve as their death knell and I can’t think of two better men to serve as figureheads for ACW’s sins. Every passing second my breathing becomes faster as adrenaline kicks my heart into overdrive. I now have reached the point of no return and like a madman my rationale leaps off the edge. There is no turning back now. The air around me comes to a complete calmness. It is hard to breath. And then I hear it. Three dings followed by a massive outburst. My thumb bears down. My fingers tremble. And then ... Nothing. Out of disgust I rip the batteries out of the detonator and throw it to the ground. Under my heel I destroy temptation before I fall to my knees in a twisted wreck of emotion. My worst fear has come true. No matter how bad I want vengeance, no matter how much they deserve it, I can’t bring myself to do it because I realize now that I am one of them. I can no more end their lives than I could of my own brother or sister. I walk away from this experience overwrought with confusion though one thing is clear, I will not be the only one walking away from this encounter with a revelation. It is clear to me now that I cannot run from this place. This island will always be part of the fabric that makes up my existence. That said, those who exist upon it will never be able to run from me. There is no one way street in this deal. ACW, we shall always be as one and I will make damned sure that above all else you will regret the day you wouldn’t let me be at peace. End.
To be continued in .....
THUNDERKISS [glow=0BBFFF,4,700]-REBORN-[/glow] 9/10/09
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 7, 2009 15:44:12 GMT -5
Segment: Finding the money (Credit: The Red Panther)
The Red Panther is in a phone booth after having come out of his managers office, looking at the piece of paper with Jimmy Winners number on. After some thinking, Panther punches in the number. The phone booth is perspex, graffiti all over it. The surrounding area is urban, dirt coved and overall, not a good place. Panther, as normal, is wearing his wrestling attire. After a while the phone connects.
Panther: Hello, is this Jimmy Winner?
Jimmy: The one and only, host of Pro Wrestling Weekly, please send all cash to my account and love letters to the house Jimmy Winner bought to store them. Because real winners are that rich. How can Jimmy Winner help you, because there is no way a peon can help a true winner.
Panther: Do you know Andy Wing, the manager?
Jimmy: Jimmy Winner is good friends with Wing, are you that guy who pretends to be a tiger?
Panther: Erm, yeah. Wing says I need you to manage me, because I don't have charisma or something.
Jimmy: You need charisma? Jimmy Winner brings it in truckloads. You hire Jimmy Winner as your manager and you will go to the top my friend.
Panther: Well OK, come to ACW island by next Monday.
Jimmy: Jimmy Winner makes the arrangements here. How about Monday.
Panther: That is what I just said.
Jimmy: When Jimmy Winner says it, it is truth. Meet Jimmy Winner at the bar, you shall talk to him.
Winner hangs up, and Panther puts the phone down.
Panther: That guys a moron.
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Segment: A little flashback (Credit: Freeman)
At Heatwave...
Jason Freeman walks down the ACW hallways just a short time after his defeat in the International Championship match. Well…to say defeat implies he was defeated but he wasn’t pinned at all. Needless to say he is NOT in a good mood, but he manages to wipe all negative feelings away. He has to move forward, and the Emperor of the Ring tournament is coming up. He has decided he is taking no chances, and he is starting that policy tonight. He is going to make sure that he has a 100% chance of winning that tournament. He is going to make sure that there is no possible way for him to lose. It doesn’t matter how much he has to do, as long as he ends up on top. The ends justify the means.
He sees the person he was looking for. Ginger’s secretary, Chloe Roberts. He smirks to himself, and slowly walks up to her. She sees Freeman coming, obviously with intent to talk to her, and looks none too happy about it.
Freeman: Well, just the person I was looking for.
Chloe: What is it, Freeman?
The last time they met up, Freeman had made a deal with her, that she is not proud of taking. Seeing him walk up with the same look in his eyes that he had had on that night is not comforting.
Freeman: Why so hostile? I’m just here to have a little discussion with you. No need to get angry. Now, I’m sure you know this, but Emperor of the Ring is just next month.
Chloe: I don’t see what that has to do with me. Freeman, I have no business with you, now leave me alone.
Freeman shakes his head and turns away. He sighs loudly.
Freeman: Such a shame to be talked to in such a way. All I wanted to talk about was making a little deal. Now, I know you aren’t adverse to making deals. I mean, you showed me as much just a month ago. Don’t you remember? I was able to do something for your benefit, and you did something for mine. It all worked out perfectly. A few bucks to you, and a free pass to Phillips for me.
Chloe: It was a mistake, and I should never have taken the money.
Freeman: Oh, but you did though! And it’s amazing that you put yourself into such a compromising position! I mean, well, let’s be frank here. Ginger is not a fan of me or my methods, and if he had found out that you were enabling those methods, abusing your power as his secretary, and allowing me to get my way, he wouldn’t have been very happy. You risked your job just for a deal with me.
Chloe is cringing here, hearing one of her stupidest decisions relayed back to her. What was she thinking taking the deal?
Freeman: Of course…Ginger COULD still find out. If somebody...such as I, for example...were to...let it slip. That would be a shame wouldn’t it?
Chloe: What?! Why would you…why would you do that?
Freeman: Well, you know how strong a sense of justice I have.
Chloe is not finding Freeman’s sarcasm very amusing…or this situation for that matter.
Freeman: I mean, you did something you shouldn’t have. I’m just itching to tell Ginger what his secretary did. How she allowed me to have Phillips assaulted with no interference. It would be the "right" thing to do after all. But, I can be tempted. You could still be useful, and if we continue to work together, the news of our dealings will remain quiet. I’m sure Ginger wouldn’t be happy with me for initiating the deal in the first place, but to be fair it takes two to tango. He would expect this from ME at least, but you he would have higher hopes for. So let’s just say that there was a way that we could continue to stay in business together…
Chloe: Are you…are you blackmailing me?
The hint of a smile hits Freeman’s face.
Freeman: Well, you just can’t let anything remain subtle, can you? Well, in layman’s terms…yes, I am blackmailing you. But that’s ok. I’m not asking for anything difficult, now am I? The Emperor of the Ring tournament is coming up as I said, and I know that the “random” tournament brackets go through you, do they not? Well…if I was able to get a bit of a…stroke of luck in my placing, then I would be much obliged.
Chloe glares at him, but can’t think of anything to say. What could she possibly do to get out of this situation? So she does nothing…and while she hates herself for it, she knows she has to do what is asked of her. Freeman seems to sense her resistance fall, and so he knows that his work is done.
Freeman: As always, a pleasure doing business with you.
And he turns to walk off, leaving her with her own thoughts. Feeling slightly ashamed of herself, she continues on her way, knowing that once again she has to cave in. Freeman is already making sure to do all he can to win this tournament. With Freeman in such a form, is he really going to be able to be defeated?
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Post by Jonny Spade on Sept 7, 2009 15:44:45 GMT -5
(Title: One Last Shot 2/7) (Credit: Chris Phenomenal and Jack Jefferson)
Long before the show, the massive halls of the ACW Arena are home to a number of people who make every show work. Production assistants, make up artists, road agents but most importantly the wrestlers themselves. While most stick to their own groups, chatting occasionally with those they are friendly with, today is a different story. Over the past two months the change in demeanor of Jack Jefferson has not gone unnoticed by the talent of ACW. Before, Jack was considered someone that, while not the most friendly, was still someone you could carry a decent conversation with. Now however you do not approach Jefferson unless it is for him to sign your death certificate. As we see Jefferson sitting on a few crates, wrist tape in hand, silently focused in preparation for his match later tonight against his former companion and now ACW World Champion Dan White, it is shocking to see him being approached. Sensing that he is no longer in solitude, Jefferson lifts his head and looks straight into the chest of Chris Phenomenal.
Jack Jefferson: You’ve got five seconds to get out of here or Dave Shadow is the least of your worries.
The threat of physical harm does not move Chris Phenomenal as he stands for a moment, Jefferson tilting his head upwards to stare into the face of Chris who looks down at him. Usually the face of Chris is carved in stone, only changing from neutral to intense. Right now however, there is almost a look of forlorn as he looks down at the vicious Jefferson.
Jack Jefferson: 1...
Again, Chris does not move.
Jack Jefferson: 2...
Chris Phenomenal: I need your help.
Jefferson can’t help but flinch, caught off guard by the usually aggressive Phenomenal, the man who for the longest time has claimed he can do it on his own, now approaching him for help. The moment of weakness however is only that as Jefferson quickly regains his composure and looks at Chris’ face.
Jack Jefferson: You, you’re asking for my help?
Chris misses the mocking overtone of Jefferson, the look on his face gaining hints of the seriousness we have come to expect out of the post Mega Star Alliance Chris Phenomenal.
Chris Phenomenal: You’re the only one who can help me. The only one who’s been through what I have, whose dealt with the same issues I am.
Jefferson doesn’t flinch this time.[/I]
Jack Jefferson: 3...
Chris Phenomenal: Wait, damnit Jefferson I know about your past, I know you once worked as an operative, a hitman, registered assassin. You know what it’s like to kill innocent people, you know what it’s like to know that someone’s father isn’t coming home that night.
Again, another slip from Jefferson as he tries to recall where he would have disclosed this information to anyone in ACW. Not able to figure out where Chris would have learned Jefferson just shakes his head at Chris.
Jack Jefferson: 4...
Chris Phenomenal: Look Jack, I know what you’ve done in your past. I know what it’s like to have innocent blood on my hands, like Lady MacBeth, the stains never go away. There’s no sense playing stupid with me Jack, I might not be bright, but I know how to find out things.
Caught, as Jefferson looks up at Chris he does so into the face of a man who knows, a man who has gone to great lengths to uncover any form of help. As Jefferson looks around Chris, spying no one lurking he leans in towards Chris and begins to speak in something just above a whisper.
Jack Jefferson: Look, I don’t know exactly who you’re getting your information from or why they’d tell your dragging up the past was a good idea but trust me, and I mean this when I say it, leave it alone. Now, fuck off and leave me alone. I don’t have time for a trip down memory lane.
Chris is unmoved by the threat, the answers he seeks apparently more important than the bodily pain he is about to endure, or maybe the pain Jefferson could inflict upon him is nothing compared to the soul wrenching torture he is already enduring.
Chris Phenomenal: Look Jack, I’ll get out of here as soon as I get the answers I’m looking for. Now I know that you know that I can do just as much or more to you than you can to me, and I’m not the one that has a match tonight, as well as moving forward on Thursday in the Emperor of the Ring tournament. Now I’m thinking it’s in our mutual interest for you to just tell me how you dealt with killing innocent people.
Faced with the stark reality of the situation Jack’s mind tells him to relent, yet his body, his heart tells him to not give into Phenomenal.
Chris Phenomenal: Please Jack.
As Chris looks down at Jack he is able to look into his eyes, through the windows into his soul. All Jack can see is heartbreak, the amount of hurt that this has caused Chris, as if his heart were wrapped in thorns, like the tattoo on his abdomen, with every beat comes pain. Again Jack checks his surroundings.
Jack Jefferson: You want to know how I dealt with killing innocent people? I never once killed an innocent person.
Chris stares down at Jefferson, the blasphemer returning the look.
Jack Jefferson: There’s no such thing as innocent person, only people who haven’t been caught. Even the most pious of men have done something to wrong another. You can look through history at the popes, the kings, everyone of them have done many things they ought to be ashamed of, even in the name of common good they have committed a number of atrocities. Truly I tell you, there is no such thing as an innocent person, not even the new born babe is pure.
Chris shakes his head almost in disbelief, not believing what Jack is telling him. He bids Jack to continue but Jack just shakes his head.
Jack Jefferson: I gave you the information you wanted now get out of here. Fi…
Before Jack can finish the word five he sees nothing but the back of Chris Phenomenal, walking away, dejected that the answers he so desperately seeks have eluded him, the hope of getting an answer on how to deal with the gut wrenching guilt still moons away. As Chris turns the corner away from Jefferson our focus returns back to him, head down as if the incident never occurred, focused on the wrist tape in his hands as the scene fades away.
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