Warfare, Monday April 5th

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Sachiele Willows vs. Red Panther
Composed by Kris

It was abundantly clear from the get-go that the Angel of Winter was out to re-establish her dominance after a very close match against the Scorpion... and that's exactly what she did. Immediately after the bell rang to signify the start of the match, Sachiele drove her knee into Panther's midsection, forcing him to double over. A stiff kick to the back of his head was more than enough to knock him over, the Angel of Winter immediately capitalizing with Chilling Mercy before going for the cover. To Panther's credit, he kicked out after the two count... although just how wise that was is questionable even now.

Sachiele dragged Panther to his feet and attempted to send him into the ropes; he reversed, sending the Angel of Winter into the ropes for a perfect set-up for a Cold Shoulder that dropped him to the canvas. Using the speed which has become her trademark, the Angel of Winter ascended the turnbuckle before throwing herself into the air. Red Panther found his hopes of victory frozen solid by her Sub Zero as it connected with his chest, Sachiele snagging a leg after sticking the landing. The three count was academic by that point, the Angel of Winter regaining her momentum.

SPOILER: Click to show

Winner: Sachiele Willows

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Segment: Negotiations (Credit: Freeman)


The ACW chairman, Samuel Hawthorne, sits in his office deep in thought. There was some trouble recently, in the form of “The Senator” Steve Phillips. He had been a thorn in Hawthorne’s side before, when he attempted to get Hawthorne in a match, but luckily that catastrophe had been avoided. But now here he comes again, this time attempting to take over ownership of the company. And this is something Hawthorne will not allow. This is HIS company now, and nobody is going to take it from him. Still, however ,he cannot underestimate the threat that Phillips poses. Phillips is a politician, and he knows how to get what he wants. He also has a lot of money and power on his side, and both of those are extremely useful in achieving one’s goals. Clearly, this is a stressful time for Hawthorne indeed, and it doesn’t help his blood pressure any when Jason Freeman enters his office silently.

Freeman had visited Hawthorne the week before, but that was simply on issue of the contract that Hawthorne holds for Freeman…they had worked out the details, so there really was no reason for Freeman to be here, and to be honest, any time with Freeman far from him makes Hawthorne feel a bit more comfortable. Hawthorne is not a man that can be easily intimidated, and he is by no means intimidated by Freeman, but there is still something about him that makes Hawthorne not want to have anything to do with him. It’s hard to figure out exactly what it is. Hawthorne knew it had something to do with the eyes. The demeanor. But it was more than that, and Hawthorne suspected that it had something to do with the contract. He had reflected at the time that he had made a deal with the devil, and he stands by that feeling now.

Hawthorne: In case you haven’t noticed, it is a very stressful time for me, and I really do not have time to discuss any matters with you. I have the contract still, but last week I believe we had all the discussion necessary on that subject.

Freeman: Yes, I agree. And therefore that is not the reason I’m here.

Freeman slowly approaches the desk and takes a seat in a chair opposite Hawthorne, leaning back, cocking his head towards Hawthorne

Freeman: I assume I may take a seat.

It’s always that feeling around Freeman, that Freeman considers Hawthorne nothing more than a puppet towards his end…and that feeling that Freeman feels superior, that he feels like he owns the office. Hawthorne’s office. And as usual on these meetings, Hawthorne’s temper tends to flare.

Hawthorne: I would prefer you do not take a seat in my office until I allow you to.

Freeman: I’ll keep that in mind.

A tense silence between the two men as they both look into the others’ eyes, neither backing down at all.

Hawthorne: Why are you here, Freeman? If it’s not about the contract than what do you want.

Freeman: I want to discuss business.

Hawthorne: I remember what happened the last time we discussed business.

Freeman: So do I, and if I remember correctly that discussion got you out of quite the sticky situation did it not? Yes, I believe it did, and I also believe it was quite mutually beneficial.

Hawthorne: Fair enough.

Freeman: Well, it seems you’ve found yourself in yet another sticky situation, and I couldn’t help but notice.

Hawthorne: …

Freeman: I see by your eyes you know what I refer to. "The Senator" Steve Phillips knows no limits it seems. I must admit I am surprised by his audacity in attempting such a goal but there really isn’t much that you can do about it, is there?

Hawthorne: I plan to handle the situation in my own way, and rest assured I am not in the least worried that Phillips shall succeed.

Freeman: But you should be. Because if I know Phillips, he is very similar to me in a way. He will go a long long way towards an end. And when he wants something he will get it.

Hawthorne: Have you honestly just waltzed into my office, taken a seat unrequested, and then had the nerve to tell me, your boss, that you believe that Phillips is going to steal the company from me? Because let me tell you, Freeman, that---

Freeman: I didn’t say he would. I said he could. Unless somebody was to do something about this.

And now Freeman has taken the first step towards letting his goal be known. Hawthorne sees the look in the eyes of Freeman, and realizes where this is going, and he doesn’t like it. Freeman’s eyes reveal no emotion, reveal no thoughts, but they search Hawthorne’s brain as if they were capable of X-ray vision, as if they were reading every thought every emotion and every feeling that flashed in Hawthorne’s eyes for even a millisecond.

Hawthorne: And I assume that by somebody…you mean yourself.

Freeman: I am not attempting to lead you. All I am stating is that somebody like Phillips can always get what he wants, and can always succeed based on his utter lack of concern for anything other than himself. Somebody as sneaky and resourceful as him will always find a way. Unless of course, he is opposed by one who is equally resourceful. One who is equally sneaky. One who also has no concern for others, has no limits, has no bounds. Then? Well, then, things may end up a little bit differently.

Hawthorne: And what could you possibly do to help?

Freeman: As of now I have no idea. But you underestimate my ability to plot.

And when Freeman looks in to Hawthorne’s eyes, Hawthorne knows that Freeman is wrong here. Hawthorne has not underestimated that ability at all, and that is why he is so uneasy as he looks into those emotionless eyes.

Freeman: And as for payment…

Hawthorne: Payment?

Freeman: I don’t work for free. Remember, this is a business relationship. As for payment…well…I think I’ve got something in mind.

Hawthorne: And what would that be?

A smirk hits Freeman’s face.

Freeman: We can discuss that at a later date.

Hawthorne: You…you plan to stop him?

A pause…

Freeman: Yes.

Hawthorne stands up and silently sticks his hand out, and Freeman stands up as well..and for a split second a look crosses Freeman’s face. It’s a look Hawthorne’s seen before. A look of a vulture that has just caught its prey. The look of a triumphant snake about to move in to devour a rodent. But it’s too late to turn back, and the two shake hands.

Hawthorne: Do what you must. You get nothing unless you directly lead to his failure. Use any means necessary if you find a possible way.

Freeman: I know no other way. I think I’ve told you before, but it is quite a pleasure doing business with you.

And Freeman turns and is gone.

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Good News, Everybody!
By Dave Shadow

As we cut backstage, we once again find Dave Shadow, now located in a medical bay. He holds an ice pack to his neck as he sits up on the bed, waiting to be seen by the doctor. Not that he really needs to see the doctor mind; he’s been in worse conditions than this. But given his recent neck problems, it’s become company procedure for him to get checked out after every match, just in case. He rolls his eyes impatiently, getting bored waiting for the doctor.

Finally, the door opens behind him, heralding the entry of someone. Dave stands up from the bed, trying to put on his best “tough guy” routine.

Dave: Listen, Doc. Seriously. I’m ok. This ice pack is doing wonders and I....

As Dave turns round now though, he realises it is not the ACW doctor who has entered the room. He now looks straight into the eyes of the man who signs his pay checks; Samuel Hawthorne. Hawthorne folds his arms and gives Dave a stern look. Dave simply rolls his eyes again, and turns his back, grabbing his jacket and starting to move past Hawthorne towards the door.

Hawthorne: Before you go....

Dave stops with his hand on the door handle. He doesn’t like Hawthorne, but he knows he should listen.

Dave: What?

Hawthorne: Considering that was your first match after losing the World Title, I was hoping for a better performance. Especially since I know you’ve been running your mouth off about challenging Chris to a rematch for the title.

Dave: Oh no. I failed to impress you. However will I live?

Hawthorne: Mock me now. But you should know that I have the right to revoke your rematch clause if I think you aren’t up to a match of such high calibre.

Dave spins round to look at Hawthorne, who now wears a massive smile on his face.

Dave: You wouldn’t!

Hawthorne: I would. And unfortunately for you, I already have.

Dave: WHAT?!?

Hawthorne: Having seen how you failed to beat Wellington, and given how your neck is still causing you problems, I have decided it is in your own best interest if you do not go up against Chris Phenomenal for the World Title. Given your track record with him in the past, I would be a horrible boss if I let one of my employees put his career on the line in such a way.

Dave: You son of a .....

Dave moves forward towards Hawthorne and grabs him by the shirt.

Hawthorne: I wouldn’t, if I were you. Taking your title rematch away is one thing, but I can just as easily inform the board of directors that your injuries are still so severe that ACW risks an insurance problem by letting you continue to work here. I can get back on the phone with them and inform them you are sent home indefinitely until I am happy with your condition, physically...and mentally. And let go of me....

Dave holds him for a few more seconds before releasing him, shoving him back onto the medical bed. Dave eyeballs him before turning and walking towards the door once more.

Hawthorne: Weird. Had Freeman not have interfered, I wonder if you would have won? If you had, I wouldn’t have had to revoke the rematch clause.

Dave stops at the door for a few seconds, bowing his head in silent anger, before looking up to the heavens. He opens the door and walks out, slamming it behind him.

Hawthorne brushes himself off and straightens his cloths, a big smile spreading across his face. He knows the tension already exists between Freeman and Dave. And adding a little fuel to the fire can only do wonders for ratings. He heads for the door, other schemes running through his mind, as we...

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A Visit to Paradise (Scorpion)

The cameras cut away now to an all-too familiar image. Seated in isolation and undergoing intense meditation, the unmistakable form of The Scorpion comes into view as the camera lens focuses. However, there is no amount of focus that could allow one to view the radical images that manifest within the dark one’s thoughts. Indeed, what is currently occurring in the young man’s mind is the archetypical setting for human nightmares.

A feeling or attitude of devoted attachment and affection. The act of binding yourself intellectually or emotionally to a course of action. Faith to a person, ideal, custom, cause, or duty. All definitions to describe the same feeling that all who populate this world fail to maintain. Within the confines of this prison-like reality, none of the sheep possess that which symbolizes eternal prosperity. All of the mindless drones abhor it and fear it. They fear the responsibility that comes with unconditional devotion to a cause. They fear the reality of failure that could possibly occur when misfortune falls upon that which they strive to maintain. Because of this, they are denied the trait that could possible make them bearable in the eyes of god once again. Loyalty, a trait that is foreign to those that desire loyalty only to themselves.

The worthless ones that cannot see beyond the smokescreen to the true meaning of all things, the sheep that exist only to give their blood, the cancer that even now seeps away the energy of the planet. Parasites sucking away the life energy of an innocent world, base and ignorant creatures incapable of simple logical comprehension, domesticated monsters at the mercy of their basic instincts. All used to describe the current population of the human race. The ones who live blindly day to day, without reason for existence or justification for their actions. The blind, godless pagans that exist only to demean the very existence of the one that can alleviate the damnation that is inevitable for all residents of a world poisoned by sin. The ones who if allowed to continue on will bring about nothing less than the annihilation of the planet itself.

Yet as the cloud of poison descends over the starlit valley to eradicate all, from deep within shines a bright ray of light. The clouds part and pure air is returned, somehow the crisis has been averted. That same crisis befalls this world now in the form of the coming of Armageddon. That bright ray of light is there as well however, as the light is representative of the holy light of heaven that shines from the heavenly aura of the lord above. Faith is that light that shall save the souls of all who are destined to perish as an afterthought in a cloud of poison known to us all as sin. The seraphic radiance shall light the way for the faithful to flee to safety as the world around them becomes purified once again through pillars of fire. While the others burn and die in agony, those close to the lord shall be shielded by the angelic wings due to the sacrifices they have made previously.

However, within the confines of this world as it currently is, that ray of light is unseen. The worthless infidels, the pitiful pawns of the messiah’s grand design that are so blissfully ignorant of their own worthlessness. These human beings exist only for themselves without faith or loyalty. They shun the light, instead choosing to embrace their non-existent greatness and power. The ignorant ones choose to embrace the imminent destruction of their souls rather than free themselves from the chains of their harsh master reality by immolating their humanity and embracing the mere opportunity to walk among the gods. Instead of the lord they choose human leaders to embrace. They embrace those that can exhibit dominance over his fellow godless peers. They embrace those who would stand against the will of the lord for the sole reason of not experiencing the ephemeral pleasure of believing it to be wrong.

However, as the raging fires rise ever so slowly, feeding off the impure blood that flows from the mangled corpses, a select few are spared. Lifted above the flames and held in the loving arms of the Holy Father, they are spared the wretched and torturous burning of their very flesh. Sinners shall never rest in the care of an angry god and thus only those with loyalty in their sprits shall be spared the damnation that befalls all. The merciful being will shield them from the pain; suffer the slings and arrows of destruction. Yet it all matters not to the savior, for he can feel no pain thanks to his eternal benevolence. Those who have understood his will and sacrificed shall witness this firsthand, all others shall simply perish with the final passing thought of how they could have been spared had they simply disregarded the ignorant concept known as humanity.

As of now, only one such man shall be lifted above the fires and spared due to his unyielding loyalty to god. As sacrifices are performed and prayers spoken, the almighty lord above gradually warms to his spirit and begins to allow him the process of purifying his spirit so that he may walk on the ground that is the literal embodiment of purity. As the fires burn away the sin, Mother Earth returns to her former state, the euphoric paradise known as Eden. As Eden rises anew, so forth does a new race of mankind; one that is free of sin and loyal to the one true god. A blissful paradise, free of the pain and suffering associated with earthly life thanks to the complete eradication of sin from within its boundaries. What the infidels would call heaven is the ultimate result of the task I have undertaken in the name of my Holy Father.

I am the ultimate killer, the bringer of damnation to the pagans that would dare demean my god. As I walk among the contorted mounds of flesh that comprise my victims, I feel a sense of serenity in knowing that all I do is not for nothing. I enjoy watching the bones break, the screams of agony, the crying of the children. I am steadfast in my endeavor, none shall be spared. As the archangel Gabriel allegedly will sound the horn when the false deity known as Jesus descends upon the realm, I shall herald the arrival of purity in the wake of the reconciliation that shall come after the apoctastasis. I stand as the archangel of destruction, preparing for the divine descent. I am purity embodied, I am loyalty supreme. I am the annihilator of damned and the destroyer of life. I am the death scythe that will decapitate all! I am the eternal messenger of the one true god! I am the one that shall sacrifice all souls to the pits of damnation!

As the powerful thoughts finally subside, the young man’s eyes slowly open and he lets off a deep sigh as he finally relaxes his exhausted body. Slowly he resuscitates his body with the precious fuel known as oxygen as he allows his eyes to take in the physical form of his surroundings. Seated on a high rockface and surrounded by numerous trees, it is obvious that the young soul rests deep within a dense set of woods, completely absent of all other forms of human life. It is an appropriate surrounding for one such as he, he would embrace eternal isolation and exist in a perpetual state of emptiness. Devoid of human emotion, it is only logical to conclude that one such as he would be more comfortable in a setting also devoid of humanity’s physical forms.

However, on this night there is clear visual evidence of previous battles involving the entities known as human beings. The Scorpion rests peacefully, but he does so while bearing the physical scars of battle. He sits silently with bandages wrapped around his head and upper torso, devoid of his normal trench coat. However, the pain does not seem to bother the young soul, as he sits completely at peace, apparently consoled by his isolation from the rest of human society. Regardless of the physical toils, the young one’s spiritual purity is enhanced by isolation from the sin-afflicted spirits of human beings. While this spirituality remains pure, he may endure any pain the world can possibly afflict on him.

With this peace of mind, The Scorpion now bows his head speaks aloud in a voice barely above a whisper.

The Scorpion: Thank you father. Thank you for allowing me a temporary escape from the wretched reality that is normal human life. Father, I will not lie to you. Doing your work is sometimes difficult for me to bear. The fact that I must associate with those of sin is more arduous a task than any elimination I perform in your name. If I had a choice I would remain here in eternity, a willing aspect of the still-life that is nature. However, I am not so selfish as to be plagued by earthly human desires. As my physical body heals, so also does my spirit obtain an even higher form. Physical wounds will eventually heal my lord, so know that I shall soon resurrect our mission. However, for now, please allow your benevolent mercy to show and let me enjoy an existence free of sorrow for just a little longer…

His words spoken, The Scorpion once again raises his head and again glances around his setting of choice. It truly is a beautiful sight, the pale moonlight reflecting coldly against the glassy surface of a small running stream. The lush green of the plant-life provides a perfect backdrop to the drab dark gray of the stone comprising the rockface the young spirit now rests upon. There is the occasional hoot of a nocturnal owl and the normal sounds of the animals that comprise the forest ecosystem. The fact that the animals continue on unaware of his presence is a testament to how well The Scorpion fades into nature, a testament to the fact that he does not exhibit the human qualities that so often scare the creatures of the woods.

With the knowledge that nature does not acknowledge his humanity serving as the ultimate theoretical crutch to lean upon, it only makes suffering through the physical pain that much easier. No matter what wounds may be inflicted; his lack of humanity shall always accelerate the healing process. Be it Chris Phenomenal, Sachiele Willows, or any other foe, there is no human entity that can inflict lasting pain upon one who is imbued with the holy light. There is no human entity that can even hope to match the power of the ultimate denizen of the gods…

Seemingly content to let his mind rest, The Scorpion now bows his head and appears to resume his meditation once again. The cameraman apparently senses the end and goes to fade out, but before he can The Scorpion startles the man by speaking once again, without moving a single muscle.

The Scorpion: Run back to the masses and integrate back into the streamline cesspool. As the precious seconds fade away I sense the imminent return of impurity. However, I will bear the sacrifice and return willingly rather than pollute the purity of nature with the crushing, sin-burdened weight of human feet. Leave now before you pollute this paradise further. The executioner shall return to the gallows in due time…

His peace said, The Scorpion stops his message and remains in the same position taking in more of the natural serenity. Now satisfied that his job is done, the cameraman finally pulls the plug and the camera fades to black…

[Kim Jong CP]

The match begun with a little catch as catch can wrestling as the two men exchanged headlocks, waist locks, wrist locks and leg locks as Mainer rolled a side-on head lock forward into a knee bar. Locking it into submission, Ghee quickly squirmed his way out and hitched a roll-up getting a narrow 2-count. Ghee whipped Mainer into the turnbuckle only to get caught by a spring boarding cross body with Mainer hooking the legs for a 1-count. Ghee quickly got to his feet and twirled around only to get nailed with a swift, scalding kick to the thigh. Ghee hopped back into the turnbuckle like a scalded dog and Mainer ran and dropkicked him straight into the ribs. Ghee stumbled out the corner and Mainer dropped him face-first to the mat with a big drop toe hold. With some stamps to the back, Ghee flailed about as Mainer took complete control of the match.

Ghee squirmed and tried to fight back as Mainer climbed onto his back and started to deliver some thorough battering shots to the face, chest and ribs as Ghee was on all fours barely able to defend himself. Mainer laid on the punches heavy and demolished away at Ghee’s reserve until Ghee the quick-witted disco kid slipped down out of the back of Mainer’s legs and yanked his feet out from underneath him. Mainer rolled onto his back and kicked his legs out but Ghee grabbed a hold and flipped into a Modified Sharpshooter dragging The King of Vegas centre of the ring. Slapping on the pressure it seemed highly likely that Mainer might have given up. Mainer scratched and clawed his way out and flipped off the hold. Mainer clawed his way to the bottom rope and ended up rolled onto his back as he twisted on the bottom rope. Ghee tried to drag him back but got kicked in the chest.

Mainer stood up and leaned against the ropes as Ghee staggered back before sprinting forward with a cactus clothesline trying to take Mainer’s head off and out of the ring but Mainer ducked and lifted him up Firemans Carry style and dumped Ghee over the top rope. Ghee crashed to the floor like a sack of potatoes and the crowd went ballistic for The King of Vegas cheering in support. Ghee slowly got to his feet, heaving himself off the ground as the blood in his head crashed like the tide from pure dizziness. Mainer quickly clambered up the turnbuckle and as Ghee turned to see Mainer, The King crashed onto him with a big time moonsault nailing Ghee to the mat. Mainer quickly scrambled up to his feet. Ghee too quickly got up off the floor as Mainer dragged him off the ground.

Mainer went to punch Ghee in the face as the referee started a count but Ghee slipped behind Mainer and cinched a rear waist lock. Ghee wobbled backwards and with a BIG time German Suplex clipped Mainer’s head against the steel steps snapping his neck forward with a HORRID sound effect. Mainer screamed in agony and slumped across the stairs half asleep as Ghee now on his feet ran to go kick CP in the ribs but Mainer brought his legs up and got the drop toe hold slamming Ghee’s face into the steel steps. Ghee’s head bounced like a basketball and a little slash of crimson appeared on his forehead as he wobbled back towards the other turnbuckle. Mainer climbed the steps quickly and running along the apron leapt off nailing Buddy with a big time Flatliner off the apron cracking him between the eyes with his knee.

The crowd erupted with cheers as Mainer grabbed Ghee and rolled him underneath the bottom rope. Slinking in he put his feet up on the ropes he made the cover on Ghee who kicked out at the count of 2. Mainer grabbed Ghee and heaved him off the floor leaning forward to try and hit a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up but Ghee was RIDICULOUSLY quick and hit six quick alternating sidekicks before LEAPING UP for the Hurricanrana completing Seven Brights but Mainer ducked leading to Ghee sailing over his head and landing on his feet behind him. Ghee span round and Mainer leapt up hitting the big time Straight Flush single knee facebuster. With the double leg hook and a cut face, Ghee had zero chance of kicking out of that bad boy. The result was academic.

SPOILER: Click to show

WINNER: Danny Mainer VIA Straight Flush (8:19)

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CP Goes Bump In the Night.
CP and

While it may not have been a complete sentence, Gingerdude has heard enough to understand something bad has happened. He drops his suitcase and takes off past King, heading towards the dressing rooms. As he approaches them, he spots a gang of people gathered round the outside of the dressing room. He rushes over and shoves his way through them. The site he sees makes him stop in his tracks, as his jaw drops in horror.

Dave Shadow sits against the concrete wall, his eyes closed and his face caked in blood, flowing out of a gaping wound in his forehead at a scary rate. What really turns Gingerdude’s stomach is the massive stain on the wall above Dave’s unconscious head. Beside him lie two objects; a metal chair with a massive dent in it, and the International Championship, Dave’s blood staining it as well. An ACW medic kneels beside Dave, trying to check for signs of life, but Dave is not responding at all.

Just under ten months ago, Chris Phenomenal was in the same position he’s in now. Steel chair in hand as he waits for an opponent to stumble home. It’s amazing what can happen when you make friends with the right people…or how many janitors are large wrestling fans. Pose for a picture with them while they hold the title and they’re pudding in your hands. No marks are left behind and with an autograph to the Polaroid and the fear for their jobs his involvement was a secret they’d carry to the grave.

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Cutting to Danny Mainer he walks down the hall victoriously, unaware of the impending ambush. Riding higher than he has before, a slam dunk victory, assaulting the champion and with a title shot secured it’s time to return to Vegas to hit the streets before returning home to Daddy’s little girl.

As he walks past Marie, the new backstage intern he gives her a glancing smile, the tight piece of Asian snatch would have been irresistible but after the intrusion of Mei-Feng Shinoda his philandering ways are a thing of past. Fiercely loyal, that was Danny Mainer in a nut shell.

His promenade continued as he turned down the hall, his locker room situated smack dab in the middle of the corridor.

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Footsteps, Chris could hear them, the paper thin walls not blocking any noise coming from the outside. His palms one would think would be full of sweat beads but they’re not, instead they are as dry as a baby’s bottom, a cold blooded killer is Chris Phenomenal and this is no different. He is the king of the jungle and Danny Mainer is an interloper, it’s his time to make re-assert himself the only way Danny would get the message.

Via his blood.

The lights were dimmed but as soon as he heard the knob click and the door swing open he swung with all his might, the sick sound of steel on flesh resounding around the room. One blow wasn’t enough however, no, a second, third and…

Danny Mainer: Surprise Cockbag.

Chris stops shocked as the lights turn on revealing Marie, bloodied and battered, her face curmudgeoned by Chris Phenomenal with the chair and now it’s his turn as Mainer swings an ash baseball bat right at the head of Chris Phenomenal who with cat like agility throws up the chair to pare it, and steps in, trying to grapple with Mainer but he spins and delivers a thunderous roundhouse that Chris is forced to pary with his arm, leaving him open for a bat shot right to the ribs.

The adrenhaline is flowing though and a simple blow isn’t going to stop Chris as he grabs the arm, twists it and palm thrusts Mainer in the shoulder trying to pop it out and dislocate it, fluid martial arts training from Senator paying off. Mainer flings Chris over the top and sends him down before trying to soccer kick him but Chris kips up to his feet and fires a big right hand that connects with Mainer, rocking his world but not sending him down.

The ruckus has alerted security however, already on high alert with Chris’ mood towards an on-site Jason Freeman. As Chris and Mainer are throwing karate kicks and blocks at each other slowly they show up, ten men each forcing them apart from each other.

The verbal insults begin before both break apart and begin going again, this time in a straight out flurry of punches before more security arrive.

Fists are still being thrown as we head off the air, the situation reaching critical and Chris Phenomenal, quite possibly having lost his sanity.

Additional Credit: Danny Mainer

[Jason Freeman]

Will be doing in-depth feedbacka s always later on but feel that it may be helpful to give my initial reactions sooner.

There are a bunch of guys on the roster but a lot have not been writing recently I have noticed, and I feel that it only takes a week where everybody has a bad week at once to get an extremely short show...CP did a lot for this show.

I see CP is going to mention me in every promo now. As I said in feedback last week I dont get the CP is obsessed with Freeman for no reason gimmick but it's kinda creepy.

Anyways though, Scorpion is impressive as always, Im hoping Sachiele Willows has segments up soon, as it said there would be one and those are always great. Cool ending segment, and CP vs Mainer is a pretty intense feud which you would expect from the two involved.

Still wondering what's going to happen with the ET title though.

[Buddy Ghee]

SPOILER: Click to show

You know, I'm not a big complainer, and I'm certainly not a perfect match writer, but seriously, that match came off as a squash. I got a whole three moves off, four if you count that roll-up, one of which was a retired finisher, but I still haven't removed it from my profile. (it says at the bottom in my record "retired," sorry for not being clearer...) My supposed big German Suplex had no real effect, I completely lost all momentum after a drop toe-hold, and I just came off as competent but inferior in every way. I know Buddy's a heel and all, and he cheats if he's about to lose sometimes, but he's still respectable. I don't know. Maybe that's just because I've been writing all the matches of his up till this point, but I came off as a complete jobber. Also, it's funk, not disco. There's a difference. Maybe I'm just bitching, but that's the whole effect I got from the match.

[TWMoney]

Good show .. More in depth to come but I liked how even though it was short we had continous show with segments and matches early affecting later segments. Freeman.. I think CP is just using real life problems in segments which is a good healthy way to deal with it. Ghee.. I kno what ur saying but remember it was the man challenging for the title you fought. It's only one match and you can recover. As for the ET title.. I also want to know what happened to it as it is bog fair that it has not been here in weeks. Therefore.. If it has not returned by next warfare I will be laying out an official challenge for the title!

[Buddy Ghee]

It wasn't a title match, unless I'm missing something. And besides, I don't see how that translates to "Buddy loses his shit and gets completely squashed."

[Kris]

Buddy, I don't quite get why you're upset over how your match was written. Y'see, where I come from, people that don't show up get squashed... and, unless I missed something, you didn't show up. Things could be done differently here, I don't entirely know for sure... but if you want a stronger showing in the future, my guess'd be that you should show up.

[Buddy Ghee]

Wait, what? I don't get what you're implying. I've been here almost every day (not always posting) and all that, if that's what you mean.

Look, I just don't like how this whole thing was a total squash. I'm not holding anything against the writer, it just didn't feel right reading my character literally bumbling around the ring.

[TWMoney]

I think Kris was talking about segments. But regardless... All I'm saying is that ur a newer guy and he is a number one contender. It would be more one sided. I understand itt wasn't what u were expecting but I would suggest in the future if some one writes ur match, send them a pm with spots you want in and some key charcter points

[Kris]

Apr 6, 2010 18:53:19 GMT -5 Buddy Ghee said:

Wait, what? I don't get what you're implying. I've been here almost every day (not always posting) and all that, if that's what you mean.

Look, I just don't like how this whole thing was a total squash. I'm not holding anything against the writer, it just didn't feel right reading my character literally bumbling around the ring.

I meant segments - promoing, as I am accustomed to calling them. That is what I meant by showing up or not showing up - you didn't submit anything for the show when that's how they judge matches (even if there is a rolling numbers-thing involved somewhere), so I'm used to that translating into a poor performance.