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Post by The Senator on Feb 25, 2010 2:57:57 GMT -5
Rena vs. Adrian Flamingo (CP)
The Scorpion vs. Mr. Red
Thiago Gracie vs. Ricky Rocker (Senny)
Jack Jefferson vs. Michael Smart (CP)
Main Event
Sleezy and Easy vs. Danny Mainer and XS3
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Welcome to the Senator's Late Late Late Late Night Show!
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Post by The Senator on Feb 25, 2010 2:59:39 GMT -5
Creepin’ From The Shadows.
Chris Phenomenal and Senator.
The feud between Chris Phenomenal and Thunderkiss continued to thicken last week. Where as previously things had been physical, confrontations every single week between the two. Now though Thunderkiss lurks in the shadows as Chris talks to Charlotte King, carefully observing his every move. With Ragnarok drawing nearer his mere presence could simply be to gain a psychological edge over the oft unstable star. There could though be something more sinister to the plot, the perverted mind of Thunderkiss giving credence to any number of possibilities.
As our scene opens we see Chris Phenomenal and Senator sitting in the makeshift Senatorial office, with the move to larger arenas Senator has been able to take over one of the trainers rooms and do his best to make it work. Behind him are rolls of gauze, tape and other medical supplies as his lap top rests on the training table. Chris sits on the rolling chair looking around as Senator hammers away at the keyboard.
The Senator: I would like to commend you, Chris after last weeks performance, especially considering the previous events that you went through.
Chris Phenomenal: It’s exactly what you trained me up to do Senator, a one man wrecking machine. Ivan Drago you always preached, you said I had the potential and I’ve come to realize it.
Senator: I know, but too often we bandy about that word, “potential.” We use it to describe a number of people and not many realize it. I saw you and knew that you had a chance to be great, you were someone I could mould in my own image, someone who could shape this company. You had all the physical tools but not the mental acumen and I knew I could give you that.
Chris Phenomenal: Ya. So what’s this all about? I showed up like I’m supposed to and I’m not scheduled to wrestle so it’s time to head home.
Senator: I understand and I don’t blame you for wanting to get out of here, too much risk in standing around so close to Ragnarok and your big match.
I couldn’t make you do it though. I couldn’t make it so you were able to tune out Paige around the ring, to shift your focus onto one thing only. That’s all about you Chris, you’ve stepped up to the plate and now you’re five days from the biggest night of your career.
Chris Phenomenal: So what’s this all about? You’re attempt at a motivational speech? ‘Cause if it is Knute Rockne’s got nothing on you Senator.
Senator: Contrary to popular opinion I was not there at Yankee Stadium.
Chris and Senator smile at each other as Chris playfully shakes his head.
Senator: Everything aside, there’s actually something I wanted to show you from last week prior to your match.
Chris Phenomenal: What?
Senator: Well come here and watch. I have got it right here on the lap top.
Chris walks over and looks at the lap top in front of Senator and his brow furrows as he looks at the scene at the end of his promo last week with Charlotte King. Senator clicks, selecting an area as the screen zooms in and reveals the smiling face of Thunderkiss looking on.
Chris Phenomenal: That son of a bitch.
Senator: …
Chris Phenomenal: This ends tonight Senator. I’m through with his shit, his mind games, his attempts to get me to turn my back on you. I’m tired of his SLA shit, I’m tired of wondering if I can take a shit with out him popping his head in.
Senator: Let us not be rash here Chris. Mere moments ago I was commending you for doing the smart thing last week. You used your head then and you should do it here. Four days before Ragnarok we can not have you running into the lion’s den blindly.
Chris Phenomenal: Senator. Trust me here. Trust that I’ve used my head, that I’ve planned this out.
Senator looks at Chris, studying him closely. Sometimes aloof, sometimes out of line. This time as he looks at Chris he can see that he has this handled. That where as once he would have had to hold his hand he is now ready to make the next step.
Senator: Alright, I trust you.
Chris nods his head and begins to speak but is interrupted by the phone in front of Senator. Senator picks it up and answers it before shaking his head.
Senator: Ok?
Senator clicks a button on the phone and then hangs it up as there’s a sound emitted from it as Chris looks at the phone.
Senator: Miss Shinoda, you are on with Chris Phenomenal and I.
Miss Shinoda: Gentleman, I am going to keep this very brief. I have Paige, as I am sure you are aware I took her after you freed her from Manny Sykes. I wish to restore her unto you however Chris has something I need. The only thing I am willing to trade Paige for.
Chris, I know you have Danny Mainer’s Crucible Contract, I know at any time you could cash it in and I would not be surprised if you had designs to use it at Omega Effect Six. That said however, now is your chance to make the choice, between Paige and wrestling.
Chris doesn’t even hesitate in giving his answer.
Chris Phenomenal: Where and when?
Miss Shinoda: You are headed to Los Angeles for Ragnarok. Senator, I am sending you the location for our meeting to your PDA right now with all the instructions. See you then gentleman.
With that the line draws to a close but Senator’s PDA beeps as Senator looks on and there are directions to a building with the time of midnight tomorrow at the top. Senator tosses the PDA to Chris who looks and shakes his head.
Chris Phenomenal: I go alone.
Chris tosses it back to Senator as he nods his head and Chris heads out the door, slamming it behind him as our scene cuts to an end.
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Post by The Senator on Feb 25, 2010 3:12:16 GMT -5
Rena vs. Adrian FlamingoChris PhenomenalTwo of ACW’s longest serving veterans squared off in the middle of the ring this evening, Rena and the crazed Adrian Flamingo stepping up against each other. The match started off with Flamingo backing Rena into the corner and brutalizing her with a set of chops and then, freeman did you read this, a snapmare taking her down. For the next minute Flamingo used his technical acumen to control the match with a series of holds and eventually looking for a jackknife pin that failed to get the three count. The missed pin also managed to swing that match in Rena’s direction as she beat Flamingo up and resorted to an eye gouge and then a set of strikes before eventually connecting with a devastating roundhouse that should have ended it but Flamingo managed to get his hand on the ropes. Rena continued to control that match, picking Flamingo up, firing him into the ropes and then decking him with a clothesline before dropping an elegant leg across the throat. They quickly get back up and Flamingo gets hammered with a knee to the gut and Rena looks to end it with the Hell in Heels, her Pyramid Driver finisher but Flamingo reverses it into a roll up but Rena rolls through as well and gets back in with her legs hooked on top of Flamingo’s in a bridge pin with her legs on Flamingos. Amazingly Flamingo is stuck and is unable to get the leg up as Rena gets the shock three count. Winner: Rena
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Post by The Senator on Feb 25, 2010 3:21:47 GMT -5
Segment: Senator Titled My Seg
(Credit: Buddy Ghee)
The camera fades in as Charlotte King is walking down a hallway.
Charlotte King: I'm sure he's around here somewhere.
Buddy Ghee: Who?
Buddy walks in frame.
Charlotte King: Oh... Buddy... I'm looking for The Red Panther to ask him about your match on Warfare next week.
Buddy Ghee: That punk can wait. 'Sides, makes more sense for you to ask the gate who was screwed over, right?
Charlotte King: Well I-
Buddy Ghee: 'Course. That's why people love you, you go for the actual story. There ain't no story for that Red kid 'cept for this: He came to ACW, Buddy Ghee kicked his ass, he picked up his ball and went home. That little catch-as-catch-cannot blood stain ain't gonna see another interview, so you might as well give him his last questions now.
Charlotte King: Er, okay. *She begins to walk off.* I guess I'll-
Buddy Ghee: I'm not finished!
Charlotte sighs.
Buddy Ghee: Red Panther! You're riding on the success of your daddy, but gate, lemme tell you, you're gonna see just how short that ride can get, 'cause no one is gonna stick up for you after I show you and these fans here just what the baddest mutha in the business is all about!
Buddy stalks off.
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Post by The Senator on Feb 25, 2010 3:23:44 GMT -5
Tonight's Warfare is brought to you by LARIATO: Never leave home without one!
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Post by The Senator on Feb 25, 2010 3:24:13 GMT -5
Segment: You mad? (Credit: XS3)
Another week, another episode of Warfare. What fun to be had by all! But just then, “Hail Destroyer” enters the arena to herald the arrival of XS3. The crowd begins to cheer as XS3 makes his way out from the back, slapping hands with the ACW fans. XS3 soon enters the ring and mounts on the second rope, raising his left arm in the air and trying to hype the crowd up with the other. XS3 soon sets foot on the canvas and grabs a mic, apparently looking to spew some more venom.
XS3: Last week, I won my return match to ACW by a countout. What fun stuff, I can't wait for the ever-so-popular Dusty finish myself. But as the show seemingly progressed, I couldn't help but overhear what Thunderkiss and Chris Phenomenal had to say about my return and how I screwed them, how I fucked them over, blah blah blah. Yes, because everything I do is so inconvenient for people like you two nowadays. God forbid I actually make my own fucking decisions instead of pal around with your kind.
Thunderkiss, you want to run your mouth about how I abandoned you and how there's suddenly no more trust between us? God damn, just get your rage for me out in a book already. You want to know why I chose to side with ACW? I chose it because I felt like I had something to owe it. Yeah, I owe ACW quite a bit because of the federation practically becoming my new home after I left KWA. I owe ACW for taking the time and the effort to give SWI the respect it deserved, months before SWI closed. So what better way to pay it back then to come back and defend it from the likes of SLA and CP. And what balls you have coming out and telling people that I was going to be a part of SLA. I had absolutely nothing to do with SLA then and I sure as hell want nothing to do with the company you keep. It's once again another case of Thunderkiss duping the public into believing that everyone follows him around, like he's God's gift to wrestling. “Riding my coattails gets you into main event status.” Get over yourself. I must say though, that was quite the snazzy outfit you had on last week. I thought it was a lovely shade of “bitch” myself.
And now over to Chris Phenomenal, who claims we were “close” and how we were “united”. Chris, I'm going to guess with last week's comments, you were either stoned or fucking delusional. The weed was the only thing we shared in common! I admit, I still find time now and then to toke up and sail away. But I never had to use it as a crutch, even when I had my battle with Jake Steele. Some people would even venture to say that marijuana causes people's senses to become heightened. Well Chris, I hope that's true because you're going to need all your faculties in tact if you stand a snowball's chance in hell of silencing me. You can call me out on being a failed rockstar or go on about winning the world title. Sure, winning it would be nice. But it's not the happy moments you remember. In the words of my old mentor Carter Starr, what a human being remembers most is what they survive. And Chris, I can look you in the eye and tell you I've survived more than your mind can even begin to comprehend. I've battled through loss, anger, addictions and tragedy and I've lived to tell the tale.
So heed my words, Chris Phenomenal. The freedom missiles have been launched. You better get on your knees and pray to your god above that he offers some mercy at the expense of the shit-kicking I'm going to give you once you finally grow a pair and resist the urge to get counted out. And Thunderkiss, take that SLA title and shove it up your ass. It'll certainly remove some of the disgust you had from dropping the ball at Omega Effect. But for now, both of you just need to take a deep breath, relax and prepare to ask yourself one thing:
“The day I fucked with XS3, Dave Shadow, TJ and all of ACW... Is that unforgivable?”
XS3 drops the mic, resulting in a loud echo resonating throughout the arena, before taking a look around at his surroundings. As “Hail Destroyer” re-enters the arena, XS3 gets a glimpse at all the fans responding to his words with cheering. The ever familiar smirk creeps across his face as he exits the ring and jumps onto the barricade. XS3 raises his left arm in the air and, caught up in the moment, jumps onto the fans, resulting in XS3 engaging in the act of body surfing. He sets down near ringside and high-fives some fans before making his exit up the ramp. It's clear that XS3 wants to go to war but it's also clear he wants to go in having a bit of fun for now.
Fade.
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Post by The Senator on Feb 25, 2010 3:24:57 GMT -5
Animals Unleashed
By Dave Shadow & Chris Phenomenal As we cut backstage, we find Chris Phenomenal sitting in Hawthorne’s office, leaning back in one of the fine leather chairs with his feet up on the desk. His arms are behind his head, supporting them. He looks tired and bored as he seemingly waits for the ACW boss. He looks at the clock on the wall over head, but the seconds tick by so slowly. Finally, the door behind him clicks open. He stands up...Chris Phenomenal: About time. You know how long I’ve been.... However, as he realises who is standing there in front of him, he stops midsentence. The glossy white hair, the shiny world championship belt, the annoyingly cheesy grin...it can only be Dave Shadow. Shadow steps into the office and shuts the door behind him. Chris turns red with anger and puts his hands up, ready to fight. Dave rolls his eyes and walks past him, moving towards the chair on the opposite side of the desk. Hawthorne’s chair. Dave throws his title onto the desk and sits down, looking at a still standing Chris.Chris Phenomenal: What are you doing here? Dave: Me? I was summoned. Much like you, I’m guessing. How you feeling? You’ve had a rough few weeks, haven’t you? Chris Phenomenal: What, we’re buddies now? Dave: Unlikely. But believe it or not, and I doubt you will, I’ve got bigger concerns at the moment. Chris Phenomenal: You son of a bitch. You’re underestimating me again? What, think I’m not a serious challenge to your title? Dave: Not at all, Chris. I still hate your guts, and even being in this room with you and your ego turns my stomach. But for the moment, you’re ACW, and that means you’re not quite the worst thing I have to worry about in the match. Chris Phenomenal: Yeah, well that’s good. Cause if you focus all your attentions on Thunderkiss, I’m going to steal that title right out from under your nose. Just like I took the Entertainment and International championships off you as well. Dave let’s a smile spread across his face, though it is obviously not one of joy. Rather, Chris is doing what he does best; getting on Dave’s nerves and winding him up perfectly. Dave puts his hands on the side of Hawthorne’s leather chair and is about to stand up, as the door clicks open again. Sam Hawthorne enters the room, and stands staring at Dave and Chris. He eyeballs Dave, trying to tell him non-verbally to get out of the chair. Dave just slumps back into it though, his smile growing bigger, getting more comfortable.Dave: Sammy boy. You called us? And might I say, isn’t it an amazing coincidence that both me and Chris would be summoned at the same time and left to wait alone? Chris Phenomenal: You’d nearly think he was trying to get us to start things up early. Hawthorne: Quite the opposite, let me assure you. I’ve called you both here to let you in on some ACW news. Hawthorne walks around his desk and stands in front of Dave. After a few seconds, Dave sighs and stands up, sarcastically motioning for Hawthorne to take a seat as if it is a privilege. Dave moves round to the other side of the desk and leans against the wall. Chris takes a seat in front of the desk, as the two men look very carefully at their boss.
Hawthorne: I’ve already informed the others about this. First and foremost, as I am sure you are aware, Vortex has pulled out of the upcoming Championship match for personal reasons. As such, it will only be a five way match now. Dave: Shame. Chris Phenomenal: More chance of me winning. Hawthorne: However, that is not my major news. It relates, rather, to the way the show ended two and three weeks ago, with my six top wrestlers brawling in the ring like animals. I warn you all to stop, I warned you all that I would not tolerate such actions. And you didn’t listen to me. As such, I’ve decided that since you acted like animals, I’m going to treat you like animals. The championship match will now be held inside a cage. Out in the arena, the crowd cheer. What’s better than a multiman championship match? How bout one where they are all locked up inside a steel hell? And there’s more...
Hawthorne: But it won’t be a normal cage. I’m going to have one specially designed for this match. And I’m going to get them to put weapons up in that cage. I’m going to get them to put in chairs, bats, light tubes and anything else they can think off. You guys want to rip each other apart? You want to tear each other into pieces. Then I am not going to stand in the way. You guys want to kill each other? I say go for it. I'm going to put electrodes onto another side of the cage so you can fry each other. On another we're going to have mirrors so you can watch the carnage and finally, we're going to see one side made entirely out of barbed wire. I've given you guys the tools to do what you want. He looks at Dave and Chris who both remain straight faced, staring at him blankly. A smile spreadsd across Hawthorne’s face. He knows he has won. He knows that neither man will want to step inside such a hellacious structure. But that is now beyond their control. They will regret disobeying... Dave: Awesome!Hawthorne: What? Chris laughs and clambers out of the chair as Dave pushes off from against the wall. The two men head towards the door.Dave: I know you’re new to ACW, but you know I was once called “The Hardcore Hero” right? I love weapons! Chris Phenomenal: Yeah. And as if I hadn’t enough ways to make Dave and everyone suffer, you give me weapons? That’s awesome. Dave, I was going to tear you apart with my bear hands, but now....now things just got all the much easier. Dave: Dream on Chris. This is going to be brutal. This is going to be horrifying. This is going to be....epic!The two men open the door and walk out into the hallway, turning in opposite directions and walking off, both continuing to hurl abuse and taunts at each other as they leave. Hawthorne’s eyes are wide open, as he slouches into his chair. These men....they are animals. How can they want to be fighting in a cage with weapons? How.....Sometimes he wonders just how blood hungry and brutal they can be?But now, we will get to find out. Because the World Championship match at Ragnorak just got all the much more brutal.
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Post by The Senator on Feb 25, 2010 3:25:38 GMT -5
*As we get ready to see Scorpion vs Mr. Red, we surprisingly hear “Wanted Man” by Rev Theory over the PA system. As the lyrics begin to be sung, TJ comes out from the back, wearing the NEW Renaissance T-Shirts, jeans, and the Entertainment title draped over his shoulder. He makes his way to the top of the ramp and he puts the title on the ramp and looks around the arena then he then does a Goldberg like jump as red, white, and gold fireworks go off and the lights come on. He smiles as he picks the title back up and begins to walk down to the ring and slides in the ring. *
ACW.PbP.Guy Maxwell.McNally Well it looks like TJ is going to join us on commentary.
Fast.Eddie.Edison I hope not, have you heard TJ call a match? It’s not pretty.
ACW.PbP.Guy Maxwell.McNally And you know this how?
Fast.Eddie.Edison He showed me once, I’ve seen worse, but I’ve seen a lot of people do better.
ACW.PbP.Guy Maxwell.McNally Oh, then, since you and TJ are buddies, did he tell you why he was coming down?
Fast.Eddie.Edison No, but I have to imagine it has to do with Mr. Red seeing how the next match is his.
* As Eddie and Max puzzle why TJ is coming down, TJ makes his way up the steel stairs and puts the title in his right hand and goes to the far right corner and stands on the middle rope, throws the hand with the belt in the air and beats his chest, yelling to the crowd. He hops off and goes to the opposite corner and does the same. He then goes to the middle of the ropes closest to the camera and does the same motions. He grabs a mic as the music ends and TJ puts the mic to his mouth.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ First and foremost, how are we all doing tonight?
*A cheap pop from the crowd, but that’s what TJ does best. TJ smiles as he shushes the crowd.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Two weeks ago I won this lovely title belt from Criminal and SLA. I went into that match with two goals in mind to be taken care of, one was to hit SLA hard by taking the Entertainment Title off of Criminal and the other was to make it known that I am a force. I mean beating two guys on my own and having Dave recruit me for The Renaissance isn’t enough, you need material proof that you are a force, and this title, *He slaps the center plate* is the kind of proof you need. I went out and celebrated with some friends, and then, I had some one come up and ask me if I was going to be the greatest Entertainment champion in ACW history.
It took me a moment or two to answer, and the answer was yes, but I have a lot of men to leap frog to be the best. Names like Ridley, the first Entertainment champion ever, who won the title on May 28th, 2004. And since that day, this title has been around the waist of some of the most known men in ACW history: BK London, Wyvern, Dan White, Jake Cheng, Jason Freeman, Thunderkiss, Johnny Hughes, Thunder Train, Dave Shadow, my leader and mentor of sorts, and Chris Phenomenal, a guy that I went head to head against quite a few times.
But two names stand out from the rest; the first is Kudo, who held the title for 213 days. It was his only reign with the title, but it was the longest reign for an Entertainment Champion. He held the title from August 1st 2005 to March 2nd 2006, holding the title from 7 months. Compare this to the second longest reign of 136 days, which was held by VorteX, but he held it for 3 months less than Kudo. Kudo’s claim for best Entertainment Champion in ACW history to the man I said I am going to challenge: MR. RED!
*TJ points to the stage as “Welcome to the Jungle” plays and Mr. Red makes his way down to the ring. He gets in the ring and is handed a mic. He looks at TJ.*
Mr. Red: So you are planning to make a name off of me?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No, not exactly. Red, I am challenging you to prove one of two things: One, that I earned the chance to be named the best Entertainment Champion ever, or two, you are the greatest Entertainment Champion and no one, not even me, can be better than you.
Mr. Red: So, you mean to tell me, that you want to face me at Ragnorak? For your Entertainment Title?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yes
Mr. Red: Are you sure you want to have your first title defense be your last?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ We’ll just have to see, won’t we Rojo?
Mr. Red: Then, yes, TJ, I will be more than gladly to face you at Ragnorak for the Entertainment Championship. And I will love to take it from you for a record 4th title reign. This is going to be like taking candy from a freaking baby.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Red, prepare to see greatness come Ragnorak.
*TJ drops the mic as Wanted Man plays over the PA system, TJ leaves the ring, and Red to face Scorpion.*
ACW.PbP.Guy Maxwell.McNally I can’t believe what we just heard. TJ will put his title on the line against Mr. Red.
Fast.Eddie.Edison A man who knows the Entertainment title quite well.
ACW.PbP.Guy Maxwell.McNally The respect TJ showed Red that entire time too, shows that TJ isn’t like the last few guys to make a name of themselves off of Red. That match should be good. But we have this next match to worry about…
*As Max and Eddie talk about the upcoming match, the scene fades to black.* [/center]
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Post by The Senator on Feb 25, 2010 3:26:01 GMT -5
The Scorpion vs Mr. Red The big announcement of TJ defending his title against Mr. Red didn’t stop Red from focusing on his opponent this week. Red and Scorpion lock up in the middle of the ring, but Scorpion uses his size to push Red against the ropes and throws him to the opposite ropes. Red bounces off the ropes and ducks under a clothesline, stops turns around and delivers a stiff kick to the calf of Scorpion. A few more kicks lower Scorpion more to Red’s level and Red hits an enziguri. Red begins to stomp on the legs of his opponents, maybe wearing them down for the Red-Lock. As the wearing down of Scorpion’s legs continues, Red takes the time to play to the crowd, a mistake because it allows The Scorpion to get up. Scorpion gets on his feet as Red turns around and sees a fist coming at him. The punch lands on Red’s jaw, sending him back. Scoprion goes for another punch, which Red ducks, but he is unable to duck the spinning backfist that comes right at him. The backfist sends Red to the floor, where Scorpion picks him up and hits an overhead Belly to Belly. Scorpion then picks Red up again, just to hit another overhead Belly to Belly. Scorpion then repeats that action again, picking Red up and hitting the highest of the three over head Belly to Belly suplex. Scorpion opted not to go for the pin, instead, choosing to throw Red into one of the corners. After hitting some elbow stricks, Scorpion puts Red on the top rope. Scorpion then himself climbs to the top rope, bringing Red up to the top rope with him. Scorpion then goes for a Top Rope Belly to Belly, but Red fights out of it, pushing Scorpion down to the ring. Scorpion lands on his feet as Red jumps off, hitting a diving Crossbody. Red gets up as does Scorpion. Red runs at Scorpion and jumps up and goes for a Hurricanrana, but Scorpion doesn’t allow his body to go, so Red spins around his body and hits a DDT. Red then does a taunt to get the crowd going and he grabs the legs of Scorpion, going for the Red-Lock (Texas Clover Leaf). But as he crosses Scorpion’s legs, Scorpion pulls his legs in and then throws Red off of him. He gets up as Red runs at him. Scorpion kicks Red in the gut and goes for a Lament of Innocence (Angle Slam), but Red falls out of it and kicks Scorpion in the gut. He scoops up Scorpion, going for a Inverted Scoop DDT, but Scorpion counters out of it and puts Red on his shoulders, and hits The Eliminator (Psycho Driver) and gets the 1,2,3 to secure the win over the #1 contender to the Entertainment Champion. Winner: The Scorpion |
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Post by The Senator on Feb 25, 2010 3:26:28 GMT -5
JUST LIKE OLD TIMES
Danny Mainer [/size][/right] In his brand new luxury Las Vegas apartment, an apartment which cost him an arm and a testicle to give him one of the greatest views of the incandescent city, Danny Mainer stood in the kitchen with his Motorola RAZR clutched in his palms, leaning against his brand new recently installed kitchen surface texting away while on a wide-screen television in the shared living room space Caitlynn Dufraisne watched “Love Actually” with a dopey looking expression on her face and more importantly, a seven month old baby girl in her arms. Oh yeah, did I not mention that? Danny Mainer is a father and has been since abut a week after he reconciled with Caitlynn at Omega Effect V. Though it seemed like Mainer was perfectly happy in fatherhood bliss, his texting right now would suggest anything but. Caitlynn was focusing on her film and not watching but if she knew what was about to take place behind her she might’ve taken more of a stance. Mainer had just received a text from Mei-Feng Shinoda and had abandoned Love Actually to go read it.Danny Mainer (thinking): ”Oh my God...”Mainer gawped a little as Caitlynn nonchalantly filed her nails on the couch holding Mainer’s little girl in her arms, the situation was pretty awkward for Dan.Mainer sighed heavily, his hand resting on his forehead as this awkward SMS battle came to a head.Danny Mainer (thinking): ”It could’ve been any other way but it had to be like this. Fuck sake...”As Mainer opened the first image, the sight of his former lover in swimwear brought back fond memories and caused him a little shortness of breath. His blood ran cold but simultaneously downwards to his lower half as fond, FOND memories came rushing back to him of their almost sexual encounters but then opened the second picture and his eyes swelled even further. This was no picture of Mei-Feng but it was damn sure a bargaining tool. Laying on a long conference room desk was a briefcase, the same one Mainer beat five other men to obtain from The Crucible match nearly a year ago. This, added onto the fact that his dick was about ready to rip out of his jeans meant the deal was sealed.Danny Mainer (thinking): ”Christ... that girl had the nicest ass I’ve ever laid eyes on. I can’t, can I? I’m always high-flying... she’ll... Caitlynn will never know and given everything she put me through I-... what the fuck am I saying? I can’t do this. I CAN’T. ... can I?”UHOH. Mainer smirked deviously as his girlfriend Caitlynn sat in the front watching Love Actually talking in baby-speak to their daughter. Mainer had a sinister expression on his face as he looked at the picture he’d received from Mei-Feng then back at Caitlynn who still hadn’t gotten completely back into shape after the pregnancy. This made the decision that much easier.Danny Mainer (thinking): ”Gonna’ get me some of that tight Asian snatch that I always promised myself... heh, this’ll be fun. The thick bitch will never know”
Contrasting Mainer’s shock at the previous images he received, Mainer now had a gleeful smirk on his face like a twelve year old who had stumbled across his dad’s playboys. That “jackpot” mentality that Mainer always had and now he was going to win big in the biggest gamble of his life.
Danny Mainer (thinking): ”Hot damn. Fucking A. Gonna’ ravage that shit...”
Danny Mainer: ”YO! Caitlynn! We’ve watched Love Actually, can we watch Top Gun now?”Making advances from the kitchen of his snazzy apartment, Mainer headed for the TV as the credits begun to roll and started to put in Top Gun on Blu-Ray.Caitlynn Dufraisne: “Are.. are you sure Danny? I wouldn’t want to traumatise the little Alex with how appallingly bad that film actually is...” Danny Mainer: ”Excuse me!? Tom Cruise is a GOD! I just worry that she’ll have a heart attack from how attractive that man Tom Cruise is.”Caitlynn Dufraisne: “Is that what you like to do in your spare-time, play with the boys?” Danny Mainer: ”Playing with the boys? Well, I’d have said you were more a man than a boy but I guess it takes all sorts. And ANYWAYS, I’ll have you known that the ACW summertime parties are the greatest. I’ll win the volleyball championship this year. This year, I promise.”As Mainer said this he walked back over the couch and snuggled up next to Caitlynn and nudged her free arm lightly, teasingly as Caitlynn threw a huff and looked away from him.Caitlynn Dufraisne: “HMF! Bully.” Danny Mainer: ”Shush your face woman, Joe Satriani is on! Y’know, Tom Cruise reminds me a lot of myself. Incredibly attractive, a total pipsqueak, can’t read worth dick and he has a thing for girls that everyone SAYS is attractive but is actually rather mannish.”Caitlynn Dufraisne: “Well if that’s what you think then after Top Gun we’re watching TWILIGHT again.” Danny Mainer: ”Oh... that’s fine, Taylor Lautner is kinda’ hot too.”Caitlynn giggled as Mainer put an arm around her shoulder and made cut-throat gestures to the camera as the screen started to fade to black.FADE |
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Post by The Senator on Feb 25, 2010 3:27:07 GMT -5
Match: Thiago Gracie vs. Ricky Rocker (Credit: Senator) As the match begins, Thiago Gracie extends his arm out for a handshake, only to have Ricky Rocker doubly disrespect him with the ol' Flair style feint shake to hair slick technique, and then, for some unimaginable reason, Rocker flicked a handful of hair grease at his opponent. Gracie, who's temper ranges from "determined to armbar anything in sight" to "break your arm off with the armbar" looked at Rocker with a stunned disbelief, his jaw nearly dropping to the mat. For his part, Rocker decides to take advantage of his opponent's state of shock, throwing a big hook, connecting flush with Gracie's jaw. Unfortunately for Ricky Rocker, Thiago merely shrugs off the strike, taking his opponent down with a vicious rear naked choke. However, seeing that this is Thiago Gracie we're watching here, he foregoes what would have been a sure, and nearly instant submission by shifting to the side, swinging his leg over, and applying his perfect jujigatame armbar for the easy victory. Referee Cliff Mortimer calls for the bell, but notices that Gracie still has his submission locked in, and only manages to pry him off after repeated threats to overturn the match. Thiago Gracie: Victory by Armbar Stay tuned, though, that's not all... ---- As Thiago Gracie's arm is raised in victoly, Ricky Rocker clutches his own appendage, rolling out of the ring. The crowd gives the veteran journeyman a brief cheer as he exits, and he stumbles his way to the back, nearly bumping into a rather nondescript figure at the entranceway. Greg: Hey, Trace, hurry up, you gotta get out here! I don't wanna go out there! This is stupid!Greg: You said you wanted to apologize, here he is!Trace: Fine! And with that word, Trace Birmingham heads into the arena, just as Thiago Gracie steps out of the ring, and with a tentative step, approaches the armbar expert. Trace: Umm, Mr. Gracie, I just want a moment of your time...to say that... Greg: He said he wants to rip your arm off at Ragnarok! Thiago: WHAT IS THIS? Trace Birmingham, goofy that he may be, incompetent in the ring, well, perhaps so, but stupid he is not, and as such, Trace books it as fast as his legs can carry him, doing everything in his power to escape the dreaded Gracie. For his part, Thiago Gracie adapts an almost Jason Voorhees style pace as he stalks his foe, following him behind the curtain. Stay tuned to find out what happens next in this dramatic series of events! (Credits to the postmatch go to Freeman and Senator) |
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Post by The Senator on Feb 25, 2010 3:27:38 GMT -5
Written by: LaResistance The scene begins with nothing but a completely white background, no noise, no features, no shadow. The camera pans out to reveal a man standing tall infront of the background. His shoulders pushed back, chest pushed out, chin forward arms by his sides. The man has jet black hair, slicked back and reaching down towards his shoulders. His eyes are a dark brown, shining in the light, the gate way to his experienced, french cultured soul. His face is clean shaven allowing all to see his smoothe complexion. He is wearing a light grey suit and a white shirt. To polish it off the man is also wearing a black tie to complete the formal attire. The camera begins to roll around the man giving everyone an all round view of him.
Suddenly a voice cuts in to the silence. The voice has a very strong french accent that would make any woman weak at the knees but reveals the arrogance and flamboyancey of the mans’ personality. The voice is clearly the voice of the man you see before you.”Mah name is Claude LeBâtard. I come from Corniche, Marseille in ze perfect country of France. In 1981 I was born into a small family and was sent to a boarding school where I was trained in ze French arts. I was also trained as an ametuer wrestler. I turned professional at ze age of sixteen. I ‘ave travelled all around Europe since then, touring with numerous federations.
I am ze symbol of French culture. I am ze idol of ze French people. How-ever I am not ze typical wrestler. Your average wrestler suffers from ze facial disfiguration. Mine is ze reflection of perfection. And it drives my passion for ze ladies. Zis is where other wrestlers fail, I can fight in ze ring, and I can ‘ave ze ladies outside ze ring.
Ze women, zey go weak at ze knees when zey see me. Ze men, zey wish zey were me. I do not blame zem. I am what everyone wants to be, ze man of your dreams, ze man of legend. I come to zis country, I see ze people stare as I walk past, I see ze men of America that sit at ‘ome and just eat lard for most of zeir lives. I think to myself, is zis America? What ‘appened to ze country I ‘eard about? I ‘eard zis country was the country where people make zeir dreams come true. Ze land of opportunity.
I see zis country, it is ze land of… ‘ow you say… culs de saindoux. France, zis is ze land zat people need see. France is far superior, it is the role model for other countries, our celebrities are superior to the famous rubbish you have. Theirry Henry, Michael Vartan and our ever perfect president, Nicolas Sarkozy.These people are ze role models for your countries, they set ze standard, and none of your second rate countries ‘ave matched it. Your contries are second rate in every way, and but I’m here to atleast sort out this one. I am here, to bring up ze standard, you Americans have been wollowing in your own filth up to now. You people are but “ze dogs bollocks”… one of ze worst parts of ze dog. I am but ze owner of ze dog.
From here on you will see ze way we French work our magic. When you see me in ze ring I will do nothing but amaze you. I have but one thing to say to you people. Be prepared.”As the voice cuts out the camera zooms into Claude’s face, I then continues to zoom in on his dark brown eyes, focusing on the right eye and zooming in futher. As the camera zooms in on the eye it begins to take the shape of a spiral galaxy slowly spinning. A drumb roll begins as the galaxy takes shape. Suddenly the drum roll stops and the video cuts out.
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Post by The Senator on Feb 25, 2010 3:28:05 GMT -5
Segment: Return (Credit: Freeman)
Last Wednesday night on Warfare, the wrestling world was rocked once more with the second major return in two weeks. Much to the surprise of many fans, Jason Freeman made his return to ACW as he hit the ring before the main event. With lead pipe in hand, he brutalized the Senator Steve Phillips right in the middle of the ACW ring, and left him lying. But something seemed different about Freeman. Something in his eyes was not the same as it was when he first left. Perhaps it was the fact that he just looked confident. Too confident. Because if Jason Freeman is confident, it is very probable that for the majority of the ACW roster, this will not be a good sign.
Suddenly the camera zooms in to the ACW hallway, and slowly walking in from the outside is the man himself…Jason Freeman. The crowd begins to boo his image, but now that he is on the alphatron, the fans can begin to look at him from much closer, and really examine how much the man has changed since he was seemed last. His hair seems a slight bit longer, but overall his appearance has not changed much. Yet how is it then that he just seems so different?
Suddenly, Kevin Anderson appears from off screen, microphone in hand. He certainly seems a bit apprehensive, apparently having been given the task of interviewing Jason Freeman, who while always an unpredictable character seems to have stepped it up as of late. Perhaps having flashbacks of being held to the wall by Jason Freeman’s lead pipe, Kevin does not want to get too close. Freeman, for his part, doesn’t even seem to acknowledge Kevin. It is almost surreal to see the face of Freeman, so expressionless, as he walks slowly in making his way down the hall.
Kevin: Jason Freeman! The ACW fans are all completely shocked after seeing you return to the ACW arena after months of absence! Can you fill us in on where exactly you were, why you came back, and why you chose to attack the Senator? And have you formed some sort of deal with Hawthorne?
Freeman: …
All of these questions seem to be quite valid, and yet Freeman shows no sign that he has even heard Kevin at all. He continues his slow confident walk down the hallway, not even gracing Kevin with a look. It is unclear whether that is a good thing or a bad thing however. Jason Freeman has never been what one would call “stable” and a couple of officials can vouch for that personally. Kevin is torn between his desire to get the scoop before anybody else, and his growing feeling that perhaps he wants to be as far away from this man as possible. He hopes to push him into giving him some answers, but what would happen if Freeman was pushed too far? Would he finally look up and answer?
Or…is it possible that he would not be so obliging, and would instead turn quickly hostile.
Again the feeling that Freeman seems different seems to spread through the arena. Is it his face? It’s something in his walk – in his manner. He seems calm, but not exactly serene. It’s almost calm in the way that a ticking time bomb seems so safe and benign before suddenly exploding. An eerie calm. Silence before the storm, so to speak. And the eyes aren’t exactly calm. In a way they are, but there is fire there as well. But just something doesn’t seem right. There is something unsettling about it…
Kevin: Um...do you have anything to say to the fans to explain your actions? Do you have any message that you want to spread to the er…ACW fans?
Freeman: …
Kevin is increasingly being possessed with the desire to call it a failed effort, and just give up, because when it comes down to it, he finds that he would rather have his safety then his scoop. After all it did not look like Freeman had any intention of answering him. Kevin shrugs towards the camera, before turning and walking down the hallway. Suddenly however, Freeman’s head slowly comes up…and the eyes look right into the camera, giving many people the desire to look away. Because those eyes are conniving. They simply are…evil.
Freeman: Kevin…
Kevin stops, turning around slowly, and with some hesitation. Freeman motions Kevin closer, and Kevin awkwardly makes his way back towards where Freeman stands, seemingly bracing himself and bringing his eyes towards Freeman’s hand, searching to see if there is any pipe in sight. There isn’t however. Freeman at least for tonight, has come unarmed. Kevin noticeably gulps, as he holds the microphone out to see if Freeman has reconsidered his silence.
Freeman: Tell me…have I ever been one for these interviews? Have I been one for explaining myself?
Kevin: I…suppose not.
Freeman: No.
Even Freeman’s speech seems more calculated. Slower. Every aspect that made Freeman so dangerous in the first place, already seems to have been amplified in his absence, if that was in any possible.
Freeman: These fans will know when I am ready for them to know. All you need to know, Kevin, is that I have some business to attend to tonight. I am here at this arena for one reason. Not to reconnect, and not to address these fans. There is one man that I want to see. You see, I have something very important to discuss. Something very, very, important. So now all I need you to do is tell me…where can I find Samuel Hawthorne?
Kevin: Er…the boss? He’s…well he’s right down the hall…that door on the right…right there.
Freeman nods, and his eyes light up slightly.
Freeman: Thank you.
And just like that, he walks off the same way he came in, heading for the door of the chairman. It’s obvious that Freeman must have had some dealing with Hawthorne – that much was clear from the end of last week’s Warfare. But what does he want with him this week? What is going on between the two?
Fade.
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Post by The Senator on Feb 25, 2010 3:28:34 GMT -5
Old Friends, New Company, Same Feud.Chris Phenomenal and TJ
The feud between Chris Phenomenal and TJ was one of the top feuds in ECF however up and too this point in ACW they have stayed relatively far apart from each other. Now however, with TJ aligning himself with Dave Shadow in the Renaissance, a group that opposes Chris’ conquest of the land, things are sure to begin heating up between the two.
As our scene opens we see TJ walking back around the hall. Not in action tonight, he is wearing his extra, extra large jeans and an Renaissance T-shirt. Coming down the hall though he walks right past Chris Phenomenal leaning up against the wall, ear buds in. His head turns as he feels the eyes of TJ on him and gives him a smile, removing both ear buds and nods his head.Chris Phenomenal: Well look what the cat dragged in. How are you doing Padowan? Still trying to follow in my footsteps.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ YOUR footsteps? Really Chris, correct me if I’m wrong but I was a multiple time champion of all federations before you even laced up your boots. Chris Phenomenal: Right, because we all know that service time is more important than accomplishments. Stamp beats you for the North American Title while I’m off winning the HPW Tag Team Titles with him, the HPW TV Title and the HPW Extreme Title. Then we come back to ECF and I clock you, lay you out and watch you fall against Tyson while I win the North American Title match. You’re always going to come second to me TJ, you and I both know it, you just have to admit it to yourself. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You can’t tell me you really think that? Chris Phenomenal: Yeah I do. I mean look at you. Big guy comes in, joins up with one of the top dogs and wins the entertainment title. Sounds a lot like Macho Man and I with the Mega Star Alliance doesn’t it. So here’s what I’m thinking. You figured you’d never be able to top me, never be better than Chris Phenomenal so you decided it’d be better to just emulate me. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Except that I could beat you or whoever goes against me here in ACW. Chris Phenomenal: But it’s not going to work TJ, everyone sees through your little façade. Everyone knows that you’re never going to be as good as I am no matter what you try so why don’t you just give it up TJ. Everyone knows you’re always going to be second rate in this business and if you’re not the best, you’ve got no business being here. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Façade? That’s a big word, did your sex slave Phillips
teach you some bigger words than, “You fucking suck?” No matter how much you pretty up your vocab, it can’t hide the fact you are afraid of me, whether you think I’m “second rate”. The truth is I am better than you and I don’t need to prove it because I already have. Chris laughs to himself as TJ finishes off, his facing growing serious and his cheeks red with frustration.Chris Phenomenal: TJ, it’s just words. You’re the best in this business and talking shit and then when you step into the ring you can’t back it up. I could go up and down the list but quite frankly, I’ve not got all day. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ One more time for old time’s sake? Chris Phenomenal: Don’t even go there TJ, you’ll just embarrass yourself even further. You can try and think of names that I’ve talked shit about and then fallen flat on my face but you’re not going to come up with any. VorteX at Omega Effect V, Rattlesnake, Senator, Dave Shadow, BK London. The latter of those four are all potential ACW Hall of Famers and I defeated them all with ease.TJ: Wait Dave Shadow? The guy that you lost to a total of three *TJ hold up three fingers* THREE times! Chris Phenomenal: Dave Shadow has never beaten me one on one, he needed the interference of Jack Jefferson to beat me once, the second time I nearly sent him back into a coma with a steel chair resulting in my disqualifcation and just last week, I walked out. There’s no need for me to jeopardize my chances at Ragnarok for these pissants here. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ What chances Chris? To be a champion, you have to think like one. You don’t think like one, you fight on your terms, not anyone else’s. You pick when you want to wrestle like the bitch that you are. Chris Phenomenal: Now you’re just projecting TJ. I’ve shown time and time again I’m not going down without a fight. In fact tonight, I’ve got something up my sleeve so why don’t you watch how a real champion, a real wrestler goes and does their business. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You know to be a real champion, you have to know how to act like one. You wanna know why ECF died Chris, it was because of you and Tyson’s punk ass holding the top gold there.
You and Tyson do not, nor EVER will know how to be a proper champion. You see I went out tonight and challenged Red because a real champion fights the best, he fights whenever, and he will walk out of fights with his title still around his waist. Chris Phenomenal: Really then, so that makes you, the biggest choke artist that I have ever seen, a real champion? TJ, you wouldn’t know a real champion if it hit you in the mouth. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Is that a threat Chris? Chris Phenomenal: Like I said, I’m not risking my chances. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You know, what they say is true. Chris Phenomenal: What do they say? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ The more things change, the more they stay the same. You were a piece of shit then and you’re a piece of shit now. The only difference is where you came from. You went from having your head being up Tyson’s ass to have your head being up Phillips ass. For once of your life, get the shit out of your eyes and see that I am better than you, and I will always prove it. Chris, I won’t be surprised if the next time we see each other, it’s in that ring, and you end up being taken out on a stretcher. So long, Phenomenal. *TJ walks away leaving Chris angry, and not allowing him get the last word. TJ can be seen smiling before he disappears around the corner and the scene fades.*
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Post by The Senator on Feb 25, 2010 3:29:01 GMT -5
I'm not your Buddy, Ghee (Written by The Red Panther)
The Red Panther is backstage, talking to a intern. He has no match but as always has turned up just in case.
Panther: So I said, "That's not a bike, and she's not a she!"
Panther and the intern laugh heartily.
Kevin Anderson: Hey guys, what's so funny?
Kevin jogs over and smiles.
Intern: Erm, hey gotta go man.
The intern walks off as Panther sighs and turns to Kevin.
Panther: Yes Kevin?
kevin Anderson: What are your thoughts on what Buddy Ghee said earlier tonight?
Panther: He's less accurate then a paper plane in a hurricane Kevin. Riding Daddys coat tails? Most people wouldn't let me wrestle there because it could damage wrestlings image to have an MMA fighter win there. My late father was a good man, but he didn't help me wrestle at all. As for your comments about beating me into a stain, you have obviously never seen me fight. I'm no Gary, I have legit wins against legit opponents. As a rookie you have no right to call me out like that and next weeks I will make you eat your words for a third time. You could have gone after the title, fought honorably you know? Instead you have come out all guns blazing yelling "LOOK AT ME I'M BUDDDY FUCKING GHEE!", and soon you will realize ACWs wrestlers don't take kindly to that. Next week I'm going to beat that brash cocky attitude out of you.
Panther puts emphasis on these last words, looks straight at Kevin and then turns, leaving.
Kevin Anderson: Fighting words from The Red Panther, but it all comes down to there match. Tune in to ACW and watch this filling match, next week!
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Caitlynn is making me watch shitty movies. Don’t reply to this, 