Monday Night Warfare September 7, 2009

[Jonny Spade]

DOCTOR FEELGOOD

[A RETRO SEGMENT BY]
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We begin in the waiting room of a doctor's office. As we pan around, we see that the wallpaper (possibly circa 1986) is a generic floral arrangement one would see in most offices. Rena raked her manicured nails across the wooden arm of the uncomfortable couch while looking up at the clock. Since she had arrived, ten minutes ago, she had begun a ritual of checking the clock for what seemed like every three seconds. After a few agonizing moments a woman, dressed in fashionable (but comfortable) officewear, appeared from a room with a folder in her hand. After looking down into the folder, she flicked her head up and looked into the crowd.

N U R S E
Rena Matheson?

R E N A
HERE!

If she had shot off her chair any faster, NASA would be looking into it. After getting to her feet, Rena followed the nurse into a small room. After being instructed to wait, Rena groaned and laid her head in her opened hands. After rubbing her face lightly with her hands, she looked up at the clock which was ticking by slowly.

R E N A
Oh, for fuck's sakes.

Thankfully, she didn't have to wait much longer before the door opened and a man dressed in grey pants and a turquoise silk shirt. Rena figured him to be about mid-thirties as he fumbled a few pens out of his pocket to write.

D O C T O R
Ms. Matheson?

R E N A
Yes, that's me.

D O C T O R
Okay, good. Let me just check your chart. Well, it looks like you've got a healthy medical history.

R E N A
Thanks. I try.

D O C T O R
So what brings you here today?

R E N A
I'm late.

Rena didn't have to explain anymore than she already had. The doctor nodded as if he understood everything and began to scribble violently on the folder he was carrying.

D O C T O R
How many days late?

R E N A
Two weeks, I'm pretty sure.

D O C T O R
Okay, so fourteen days?

R E N A
Yes.

D O C T O R
Well we can run some tests. I mean, if it had only been a week I wouldn't have been that concerned. Even two weeks I'm still a little on the fence about it, but we can run some tests to kind of ease your mind.

R E N A
Thank you so much. And when will I get the results?

D O C T O R
Oh in about a few days.

R E N A
Alright. Thanks.

D O C T O R
No problem. The nurse is going to come in here and take some blood, and you'll be a free woman.

R E N A
Okay.

*fifteen minutes later*

Rena emerged from the doctor's office with gauze on her left arm and a nervous look across her face. As she approached her car she noticed that someone was inside. When she stopped moving, the figure appeared from inside the car.

S T E E L E
Hey baby.

R E N A
Fuck, Jake, you scared me.

S T E E L E
Sorry, I just thought I would see you but when I went to your place the housekeeper said you were here.

R E N A
And now you're here. Scaring the shit out of me in the middle of a parking lot.

S T E E L E
You know I'm sorry-

He cut himself off to plant a kiss on Rena's lips and slid on arm around Rena's back to lead her to the car.

S T E E L E
-I just wanted to see you.

R E N A
It's fine. I appreciate it, babe.

S T E E L E
Why are you at the doctor's anyways?

R E N A
I think I'm getting one of those Summer colds.

S T E E L E
Well then let me drive and I'll take care of you.

R E N A
You don't really have to-

S T E E L E
Yes I do. I love you.

Rena smiled. She loved him too, but something in her mind just wouldn't let her scream it out to him. Plus, she was too emotionally drained to do much else and was actually glad he demanded to drive. Sitting back in the passenger seat, she cupped his jawline in her left palm. He took her wrist and kissed it gently before turning the car on and winking at her. The scene begins to fade to black as the car speeds out of the parking lot and onto the highway.

[Jonny Spade]

Segment: Good things come to an end…officially. (Credit: Jonny Spade)

The scene starts up with ACW’s female correspondent Charlotte King standing backstage with a mic in hand and begins to speak.

Charlotte: Ladies and Gentlemen, at this time I would like to welcome, one half of G-Unit, GooeyGarth.

Gooey walks into the shot on the right hand side and the crowd in the arena go bananas for him although he doesn’t seem to be his cheerful self as he used to be.

Gooey: Charlotte, I’d just like to make it clear that G-Unit is no more, I will never team up with Jonny, ever again.

Some of the fans in the arena boo to hear their favourite tag team in ACW disband but some cheer for who knows what reason.

??: Oh boo freakin’ hoo.

Jonny Spade walks into the shot on the left hand side with Damien King standing behind him in the background.

Jonny: My heart is broken.

At the same time of saying that he makes a heart shape with his fingers and then moves them apart to symbolize it breaking.

Jonny: You know what? It’s a great thing that you made that announcement because I don’t know what I was thinking of teaming up with you again. Let’s face it, your washed up, unfortunately though I wish I couldn’t say the same about the stench coming from your body. Your lazy. You’re a coward, you always just take the safe route around to get to your destination. YOU NEED to be more adventurous if you want to become a champion once again like me. I don’t need a belt to prove that I am a champion. A belt just shows the people that are dense in the head who the real champion is. When I walk by I can hear the people whisper to their friends…

Jonny puts an arm around the shoulder of Damien King and whispers into his ear but loud enough that can still be audible for the mic to pick it up.

Jonny: Hey you know who that guy is?

Damien: No I don’t…who is he?

Jonny: That guy is a champions champion, Jonny Spade.

Damien: And that guy beside him?

Jonny: Oh that’s Damien King, *looks at Gooey with a smirk* The.Best.Partner.Ever.

Gooey just had about enough of that and jumps Jonny pushing him into the wall behind him and starts throwing punches at him and beating him up whichever way he possibly can. Damien, who is a little slower to react to the events, jumps onto Gooey and pulls him off and then begins to stomp a mudhole into him. Jonny regains his composure and then joins Damien to begin to beat up on Gooey. Jonny then picks up Gooey and throws him into a metal garage door and watches him collapse onto the ground. The two men fix up their clothing and dust themselves off before walking away, while medical personnel attend to the fallen Garth.

[Jonny Spade]

Blink!
By Dave Shadow

As the scene fades in again, one man’s large face takes up the entire screen, the cameraman deciding that it would be interesting to film this entire segment as close up as possible. This wouldn’t be so bad if the person whose face was being filmed wasn’t a slimy, sly and arrogant little weed. But with his slicked back, ghost white hair, and his smug grin which spreads from ear to ear, Dave Shadow’s face is not the type of thing you want to see in so much detail! The camera stays there for the entire time, trying to capture the fire which rages in Dave Shadow’s eyes, as the International Champ just monologues. There’s no one who loves the sound of their own voice more than Dave.

Dave: See, last week in the ring, Jason Freeman thought he would try and pull another one over on me. He was “smart”, and I do use that word oh so loosely, and he connected his finisher on me, leaving me lying in the middle of the ring. We all know why he did it; Jason Freeman is a coward of the very worst kind. He obviously thought that if he could damage me, if he could take me out, then maybe I might not be able to make it to my Emperor of the Ring qualifier; I might not be able to continue on in the competition. That, to me, shows that he knows damn well I am the odds on favourite to win this thing.

Look at the brackets! Me and Freeman couldn’t be further apart, but that just means that we could potentially be meeting up in the finals. But you see Freeman, if that is your game plan, if you attacked me to try and eliminate the competition, I’d say to you that it is foolish to get so ahead of yourself. You’ve still got so many people to get through. You’ve got Jack Jefferson, Michael Smart, Jonny Spade and so many others. Do you think you’ll just walk over them Freeman? What exactly fills you with so much confidence? I mean, I know it’s in your nature. You’ve always been a self-centered, arrogant, selfish, obnoxious, full-of-yourself jackass, but where does that come from? You certainly haven’t done a whole lot recently to actually warrant this self belief. In the past month alone, I’ve beaten you twice. You’ve not won a match at a major event for so long, while I...I’ve not lost a pay per view match in 6 months!

You’re pathetic Freeman. You talk the talk, but when it comes to walking the walk, you end up flat on your back, staring up at those lights on the roof of the arena. Now, I know there are people out there who would say that you and me are not too dissimilar in terms of personality. But then, I back up my words. I have mad skills dude. You? You stopped being relevant so long ago, it hurts to even look at you. So do me a favour. Drop these images of grandeur, drop the belief that you and I might meet in the finals of this competition, cause truth be told, I really don’t want to see you there. Not because I am afraid of you, not because I fear you, but because I am so tired of kicking your ass, and I really don’t want these fans to come to a show where the result is not only predictable but also an inevitability. Truth be told, that goes for everyone who is on the far side of the bracket. Just...give up now. Cause you can’t win.

As for those of you who ARE on my side of the bracket, what can I say? I’ve already ripped through one opponent so far. Whoever I face between now and the finals are nothing more than sheer cannon fodder, 2 second clips for a nice little highlight video. I know who is up next. Chris Phenomenal. Chris, here’s something interesting. I never did pay you back for taking my Entertainment title away from me. I never did get my revenge. So, when you and me step into the right, I do hope you’ve made a will, cause I fully plan on making you wish you had never even step foot in ACW, let alone dared to take away something I held so dearly.

See, I’ve got one of the most dangerous arsenals of moves in this industry today. I may not be the type of guy who goes out there to do 720 degrees of rotations before ever move. I may not be all that keen on the flippies. But while my style may not be the most exciting, it is the smartest. Take, for example, me signature move, the reverse jumping STO also known commonly as “Blink”. Do you know WHY I called it “Blink”? Well, other than the unhealthy obsession I have with a certain sci-fi show...I call it that because that’s the only opening I need. One split second, and you close you eyes. One split second, and you’ve dropped your attention. One split second, and I’ve driven you face first into the mat, and the ref can start his count.

One split second is all I need, and that is why I am so, so dangerous.

So listen closely, because your life could very well depend on this. Don't blink, don't even blink! Blink and you're dead. I’m fast, faster than you can believe. Don't turn your back, don't look away, and don't blink!

Good Luck.

Dave’s grin spreads wide across his face once more, as the camera starts to fade.

[Jonny Spade]

ACW has suffered some programming difficulties in this slot, having aired the wrong footage...program shall commence as regularlly planned.

[Jonny Spade]

Segment: Revenge for Gramps (Credit: Dan White & CP)

The segment opens up in the backstage, and we're greeted to pops as The Welsh Dragon/World Champion Dan White is walking through the corridors, his title on his shoulder. He looks pretty pleased with himself as he makes his way through, knowing that he has a match later tonight that he'll have to perform in. But he is swiftly stopped in his tracks, by a figure who looks less than pleased to see him. Dan sighs, as the camera swings across, and jeers are in their numbers as we see Chris Phenomenal, standing with his arms folded.

Chris Phenomenal: Well, look who it is. The man who has forced arguabley the greatest ACW legend of all time into retirement. I hope you're proud of yourself, I mean, if it wasn’t for you I’d still have my title shot. Now however I’m stuck looking at your ugly mug holding the belt that should be on more dignified shoulders.

Dan says nothing, merely crocking an eyebrow, as he scans Chris.

Chris Phenomenal: You know, you might think that all of this celebration is fine and well, but soon people are going to realize that you're not even half the wrestler Senator Steve Phillips was. And when that day comes, these fans are going to realize that you're nothing more than a hooligan, not even a thug, a fucking hooligan. Fuck everyone from the 313, we reppin’ the London Silly Nannies. I mean seriously, did you actually expect to beat Senator in anything other than a match designed purely to harm others?

This triggers something in Dan's head, and he now looks pissed off.

Chris Phenomenal: You're not a good wrestler, Dan. By all intents and purposes I’m a grade B wrestler and I’ve pinned you what, twice, three times, hell let me go to the other hand it might be even more. You only have that title by virtue of being able to dismember a man, and unlike Senator you‘re unable to do it by yourself, you require the aid of tonnes of steel.

Dan finally responds, launching into a verbal tyrade.

Dan White: Oi then, mate. You can shut the fuck up, because I've worked bloody hard to win this thing. And I don't see you holding it any time soon, so why don't you just do me, and everybody else a favour, and shut that little gob of yours, before somebody does it for you. Take your tongue out of Phillips' bruised and battered arse, and get a bloody grip, man. I've seen people come and go from this place like it was wildfire, and whilst you call it a shame that Phillips has retired, I see it as a simple case of natural selection. He couldn't cut it in the big leagues, and that's why he's where he is. In retirement. Again.

Chris is raging, his cheeks going red. But the cat's caught his tongue, with Dan continuing.

Dan White: So what's your real beef here, Chris? You want to challenge me at Emperor of the Ring? Because the title shot is still open. You want to get revenge on behalf of Phillips? Because you can be my guest. I'll still kick your arse.

The thought of main eventing EOTR is almost tempting enough, but Phenomenal holds back.

Chris Phenomenal: ...No. I can wait my turn. But just you watch, Dan. When you least expect it, you'll be getting the shock of your life…

Chris smirks, but ever the skeptic, Dan raises his eyebrows.

Dan White: Yeah, whatever!

He walks off to a pop from the crowd, with the camera focusing on Chris Phenomenal's face, as he watches the Welshman walk off. It feels like the tension is certainly mounting between the duo, and what did Chris mean by Dan getting the shock of a lifetime?

Well, in these short 593 words, you'll not find out. Not yet, anyways.

Fade out.

[Jonny Spade]

Segment: Press conference, 'cus I'm generic (credit: The Red Panther)

Meltdown is in full swing, and many reporters plus fans who couldn't get in are watching a free press conference with The Red Panther. The fans and reporters are standing in the open air while Panther and some ACW staff are on a raised stage, sitting behind a desk. The entire thing is very low budget. Panther is wearing his normal wrestling attire, as he always does.

ACW staff member: OK, first question.

Reporter 1#: Hello, who are you and what are you doing here.

Reporter 2#: Oh come on. Mr Panther, what are your thoughts on your early elimination from the emperor of the ring?

Panther: We all know it was luck. I was drawn against Dave Shadow. We all know Dave got his title based on bad calls, bad booking and others mistakes, as well as more luck than a leprechaun with a pot of horseshoes, which he very well may be, being annoying and Irish. Any other day I would have won, it just so happened I was off that night, and anybody who believes otherwise really needs to get there head out of there ass to watch the show.

Reporter 3#: You are on a three match losing streak, how do you intend to end this slump?

Panther: A few loses means nothing. Mike Tyson lost six fights and he is the greatest ever. Tonight I will end that streak and start a new, winning, streak.

Reporter 4#: How do you feel about your opposition tonight?

Panther: One has a vagina, the other is Rena Mathews, I think I can make easy work of them. The two of them are ACW's bastard children, one supports a crappy baseball team, the other is in and out of rehab every week. Mr Red, he has done nothing in ACW worth note. He just pisses us all off in the locker room. Rena? Half her body weight is cum for Christs sake, what threat can she pose? Don't give me mono!

ACW staff member: Erm, that will be all. Panther, go get ready.

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[Jonny Spade]

TESING!TESTING! 1 2 3

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Rena was now sitting silently in her home, staring at the phone. She had waited for about two days for a phone call from the doctor- but not one ring had come.

R E N A
OH fuck it, I'm going to get a test.

Rena hopped up from her chair and pulled off her robe before putting on a jacket and running out of the house to get to the nearest drug store as the camera fades to white.



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Segment: Why have my solo talking segments sucked lately? (Credit: Freeman)


The camera fades in on Jason Freeman. Rather than wasting time with a boring intro to an interview segment, I’m just going to jump right in and let my character do the talking.

Freeman: Last week I will admit, Dave Shadow, that I lost my temper. I…lost my composure. Now, at the same time, maybe it’s better that way. I guess that no doubt you realized who you were dealing with. You see, I heard all you had to say about not giving me a title shot, and I hate to inform you that you WILL be giving me a title shot. Whether you want to or not, it is going to happen. I am going to take that belt from you, and then go on to become the Emperor of the Ring.

Dave Shadow has already qualified to be in the tournament, while Freeman’s qualifying match has not come yet. Even so, it seems like a definite win for him, as his opponent is not exactly a formidable one.

Freeman: Dave Shadow has already qualified for the Emperor of the Ring tournament and I applaud him greatly. I wish him luck, because a week from today I shall qualify as well. My opponent? Danny Caballero. Now, personally, I've never heard of him. I am assuming that he will not put up that much of a fight. It looks like I sure got lucky in the tournament brackets…

This is said with so much sarcasm, that even though his blackmail of Chloe Roberts is known to none except those two, the ACW fans instantly begin to suspect that Freeman somehow managed to get himself an easy position. It is certainly not out of character for him to do after all. Boos filter in as some fans begin to let their suspicions be known.

Freeman: Hmph. Leave it to these fans to boo because a random tournament gave me a lucky spot. Well, it doesn’t matter, because after I smash through my first two rounds with ease, I’ll have some actual “competition.” Even then, however, I don’t worry. Shadow, while I do believe that I could easily defeat you in the ring, it does seem that you are going to make your way to the top of your side of the tournament. And then I am going to make my way to the top of mine. It seems like it may just come down to you and me, Dave. In that case, whether or not your title is on the line, you will have to face me one on one, and I WILL prove that I am more than capable of defeating you. That’s assuming, however, that I haven’t already done so, and that I have not already taken your championship from you. Because that may very well happen soon. But I really do wish you all the luck in the world. I would love to get a chance to bump you out of this tournament by myself. Nobody denies Jason Freeman. You had the chance to do it the easy way, and just accept my challenge, but you didn't. You will pay as a result.

It does seem possible that they may be the final two, but Freeman is definitely underestimating some of the very credible opponents in the tournament who stand just as big of a chance. Freeman may even have to face Jack Jefferson. The two of them certainly have some unresolved issues after the last month.

Freeman: This tournament is MINE. Let me reiterate that for all of you who may have doubts. I AM going to win. This is not a prediction. This is a FACT. The only thing that matters from here on out, is who I have to beat to do it.

Fade.

[Jonny Spade]

Segment: I Like Egg, I Like Rice, Egg Fried Rice (Credit: Dan White & Train)

The segment opens up in the backstage, and we're greeted to pops as The Welsh Dragon/World Champion Dan White is walking through the corridors, his title on his shoulder. He looks pretty pleased with himself as he makes his way through, knowing that he has a match later tonight that he'll have to perform in. But he is swiftly stopped in his tracks, by a menacing figure of a man. The camera turns, to see Thunder Train standing before him. Dan sighs, as Train lets out a large smirk, folding his arms.

Dan White: Hello, Train.

Thunder Train: Hello, "champ."

Dan White: And what do you want?

Thunder Train: Well, after what you said earlier on tonight, I figured I'd get a slice of the action. Mmmm....slice....Just like I said I would!

Thoughts run through Train's head: Victoria sponge cake, chicken pie, meatfeast pizza....and Dan has to snap him out of it.

Dan White: Oi, hey! Big guy!

Thunder Train: Whoa, sorry about that, champ!

Dan White: As you were saying...

Thunder Train: Oh yeah! Well, since you want someone to go for your title, I figured that why the hell should I not go for it? I mean if Freeman can go for it, surely me, right?

Dan White: I'm sorry, but I've already been approached. I'm going to have a tough, down-the-line fight with a degenerate called Rep.

Thunder Train: Who?

Dan White: My point exactly. But seriously, Train, you think you have what it takes to be world champion?

Thunder Train: Psh are you crazy? Did you not hear what I said earlier?!?! I'm the obvious choice for the next contender. YEEAH!

Dan scrunches his face, before reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a leaflet.

Dan White: Here. Buy one get one free at Nando's.

Thunder Train: ...And why are you giving me this, man?

Dan White: Because I know that you'd rather take this, than take the open World title shot.

He offers the leaflet to Train, who almost doesn't take the leaflet.....but when hunger strikes, there's only one thing on the giant's mind.

Thunder Train: Hmm.....After everything I've said it would be kinda stupid to take this deal. However, I do like food. Okay Dan, looks like you got yourself a deal!

Dan White: Excellent! Well then, I have to prepare for a match. I'll see you around, pal.

Thunder Train: Yeah!

Dan walks away, as Thunder Train analyses the leaflet given to him. With Dan long gone, Train furrows his brows, as he notices the fine print.

Thunder Train: Hey....this expired in March! FFFFFFFUUUUUUUU

[Jonny Spade]

Match 4: Main Event
Non Title
Dan White vs. Jack Jefferson

Wasn't recieved, it shall be posted when recieved.

[Jonny Spade]

Segment: A Final Statement
(Credit: CP, Senator)

As the show returns from the break, Senator Steve Phillips is seen standing in the ring, wearing one of his trademark suits, a bandage covering part of his forehead, and a neck brace around his collar.

The Senator: Well…this marks the end of a long journey. A journey of which I have pondered the merit of, but nevertheless, I stand before all you people one last time. When I first arrived in ACW, after having taken a year’s hiatus from the sport, I was welcomed with open arms, and just as quickly, I earned the hatred of the masses by telling the truth and changing the very style of this organization. When I first arrived here, I set a goal to eliminate the chaos and replace it with order, to prove that skill and technique trump bloodlust and power. I had a clear set plan with achievable ends, and for a while, I think that my efforts were indeed yielding results.

Senator: There was a time when ACW was not just competitive amongst wrestling organizations, but delivered stellar ratings that were envied by any program in our slot. Coincidentally, or perhaps not, that was the time in which ACW was closest to my own ideals, certainly not perfect, certainly not without loose cannons and muscleheads, but overall, the excitement level in and out of the ring was unmatched and the variety of styles was likewise peerless.

Phillips rubs his brow and looks up at the top sections with a wistful glare before continuing.

Senator: Yes, those were the glory years, the good ol’ days, so to say. But all good things must come to an end. The casual fanbase grew fickle, the world economy slowed down, and our chairman found himself reverting to the ways of old to cut costs and reach the lowest common denominator. In this regard, ACW became as Rome in its latter years. Still formidable from the outside, but inside the veneer, it stands upon a house of cards! What could have been the evolution of a fighting art has gone back to barbarity! This is what I spent half a decade fighting for? I sacrificed my invaluable time and my physical well being only to see ACW end up like this?

Senator: If only you people knew what I went through to win that blasted belt, and the results of that final match inside the hellacious steel cage. The doctors told me I should not even have left the hospital yet! My shoulder is still sore from that wakigatame armbar, and my elbow was briefly dislocated, although I fought on. I suffered bruised, perhaps cracked ribs from taking a Stunt Bomb onto the steel steps, from having Dan White leap off the ceiling of the cage onto me. My back, as usual, is in terrible shape, functional, yes, but actions as simple as breathing are a painful task to endure with it in the shape that it is in. I suffered multiple contusions from barbed wire, to Dan’s own elbows. Hardly a way for a United States Senator to spend a night off!

Phillips reaches up, and with a strained effort, he pulls the neck brace off his head, and stomps on it.

Senator: And worst of all, as a man who makes his real living with his intelligence and quick thinking, I endured a major concussion! That was most likely from taking two straight 75mph Kicks to the unguarded cranium! I realize now more than ever that if I persist down this path, I could lose what means the most to me, and that would be intolerable! I will not become yet another casualty of this industry! Perhaps that is just fine for the people who would never amount to anything other than being barroom brawlers or factory workers, but I am far better than that! The future of a nation rests on my aching shoulders! Can anyone else say that around here? I think not! As such, I take my leave of this Arena, of you pitiful people, of Alpha Championship Wrestling, and while I have no regrets, I also will not…

??: Will not what?

Senator: Who dares?

As the Senator incredulously looks towards the entranceway, Chris Phenomenal strides out, microphone in hand.

CP: I do, ‘cause you’re dead wrong.

Senator: This is not the time for your little games.

CP: I could say that right back to you! You think you can just walk out of here? You talk about how awful things are around here, and you’re just going to pick your things up and leave? Man, what’s that going to look like on your record? You stuck around when things were going your way, but now that the title’s gone, now that the fed’s not where you wanted it, you walk away? Right? What kind of a man are you? The Steve Phillips who I worked for wasn’t like that! He did anything, ANYTHING it took to win, to change things around here, and I was glad to work with him! In fact, I almost considered him the father I never had. You taught me to never give in, you taught me how to make sure that I was always focused on the singular objective as opposed to everything that was going on around me. You crafted me into the future of ACW, you turned me from some raw potential into a wrecking machine. Jake Steele, look at what WE did to him, Jason Freeman, again, look at what he’s now become. Dan White, Rattlesnake, between the two of us at one time or another we destroyed each and every person who stepped in our way and we looked damn good doing it. Now you’re going to through that all away, you’re going to walk out on me, on US. You were once the man I thought that was going to save this company, Now, I hear you saying this shit and I can’t help but think that I was wrong, that ya ain’t nothin’ but a coward.

Senator: That will be enough, you…

CP: You gonna call me some fancy name now? Cause I’m not leaving here, I’m going to stick things out, I’m going to be a man, unlike the broken down old…

Senator: Mock my age, my condition, I do not care. You have hardly accomplished a small percentage of what I have, and when you get to my age, you shall know what it is like, in that I have a bleak satisfaction, knowing that your insults will return to sender in due time.

CP: Shut up, you still owe me a title shot, but since you don’t have that anymore…I think you have one last match here.

Senator: You whelp, you obnoxious little juvenile, did you not hear a single word I said? Were you paying any attention at all? I am not in the shape to compete any longer, certainly not physically, and nor am I mentally in fighting condition. Now, if we can calm down here…I would simply like to shake your hand and wish you the best for your future career. An old warhorse like myself can at least be that gracious.

Senator extends his hand towards Chris who looks down before speaking out again.

CP: Whatever, Steve, you’re gonna face me someday, maybe not sooner than later, but it’ll happen, I know you Phillips, you’re not going to walk out on me, I won’t let you. One more match Phillips, one more.

With that Phenomenal reaches out, and takes the Senator’s hand…only for Phillips to pull him in and level him with a brutal elbow to the head! The Senator struggles for a moment, but pulls off his sportcoat, and throws a few well placed kicks at CP’s head, hoisting him up for a moment before hitting a big Muay Thai knee to the face, following up with several diving facelock knees before standing up, clutching his back.

Senator: You wanted your shot, there you go…and that, you bum, is nothing, but one last parting shot.

Phillips gathers his coat, throwing it over a shoulder, and walks back up the ramp to a mixed reaction from the crowd, letting the noise wash over him as he heads off through the curtain, giving not even a single look back into the Arena as he disappears from the audience.

Fade Out

End of Show

[VorteX]

Am I the only one who wrote a match? . Anyway, I'm going to go back and read the show later, but that just stood out to me.

[Kim Jong CP]

I wrote one, but we encountered some programming difficulties, airing the wrong footage before the show continued as scheduled once things were fixed.

[jeff]

No one ever told me what was supposed to happen in my match. My PM box was, and is, empty.

[The Red Panther]

Normaly you are suposed to write it and guess the result if it is your own match, and then the show poster changes it, I think.

[Jack Jefferson]

No, you're supposed to PM a mod and ask for the result.