Warfare, Monday April 12th

[Kim Jong CP]

A Warning of Regular Proportions[/u][/i]
-TJ

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You want to see me?

*We open the scene as TJ walks into the office of Samuel Hawthorne, the chairman of ACW. Hawthorne is sitting behind his desk. He motions to TJ to sit across from him.*

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Nah, I prefer to stand. What did you call me in here for?

ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Your interview with Kevin earlier tonight.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ What about it, Sammie?

ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Your comments about myself. How I am not a good leader and that I have no idea what I’m doing.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Let me guess: You’re not too happy about those comments and now your gonna punish me.

ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Almost. I’m not gonna punish you, not now at least. Is that how you feel?

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You’re damn right. Sammie, I thought I told you this when you first got here, but I guess you didn’t listen. I don’t just hand out respect, you have to show me that your deserve it and from where I’m standing, you’ve shown that you don’t know what you’re doing and that you think because you are the chairman, people should respect you.

ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne No, I know people don’t respect me.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Reeeeeeaaaalllllyyy? Then tell me those people.

ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Top of the list is Chris-

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Stop! Chris is a jackass. Respect and him go together like fish and mayo.

ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Look, I’m tired of this act you have.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Act? Hawthorne this is me. My job is not to kiss your ass, it is to kick ass. And if you keep this shit up, I will kick your ass, regardless who the fuck you are.

ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne If that’s the case, TJ, I’m sorry you feel that way. I have this list of people who want to be in a title match against you at Fallen Heroes, and I was going to let you pick your opponent, but now, I’m not going to tell you. The only thing I am going to tell you is that between now and Fallen Heroes, be ready for a title match.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Bring it Sammie. I don’t care who you throw at me, I will walk out with this title.

*Before Sammie could respond, his phone rings.*

ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne I’m happy that you’re confident, TJ. Let’s see if that confidence is enough. Now, leave my office, I have more important matters to attend to.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Right, more important.

*TJ leaves the room, slamming the door behind him. Samuel shakes his head*

ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Yes…….ah, I’m happy to hear from you……yea, he is aware, but he probably doesn’t think any of it…..good luck.

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[Kim Jong CP]

Segment: Here Come the Money
Credit: Theodore Wellington

We go to the back of the arena to the office of none other than Chairman Hawthorne. He is pacing in front of his desk, a million thoughts running through his head. Between Senator trying to buy the company from under him and everybody in the back offering to help for a cost, Hawthorne’s stress levels are higher then ever. He continues to pace back and forth until the door to his office is flung open. He turns sharply to the door, startled by the noise. He looks at the man entering and just rolls his eyes.

Hawthorne:
Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?

Theodore Wellington strolls into the office with a grin on his face. He has his hair back in a pony tail and he is wearing a nice black and blue suit. He walks right up to Hawthorne and then brushes past him, sitting right in his chair as Hawthorne rolls his eyes again and glares at Theodore who now puts his feet up on the desk.

Theodore Wellington:
Knocking is for people of little to no importance. People of my stature go where they want, when they want.

Hawthorne:
Oh really, well in my company, I am in charge and you knock if you want to keep working here. You also don’t sit in my chair. Ever.

Theodore Wellington takes his feet off of the desk and leans forward laughing.

Theodore Wellington:
If you fire me…HALF of your advertisements will leave with me.

Hawthorne:
Maybe we should test that theory tough guy.

Theodore Wellington:
Go ahead and test it out all you want. Have you forgotten who I am? I am Theodore “Money” Wellington. Half of you advertisements are only here because I pay part of their fees. It’s my way of keeping the ball in my court. So you want to test it?

Hawthorne thinks for a minute before realizing it’s not worth the risk. He doesn’t need any more problems on top of the ones already building up. He punches his desk and puts his hands on his waist...frusterated.

Hawthorne:
So what are you doing here? What do you need from me Mr. Wellington? You seem to have your “control”. What can an “underling” like me help you?

Theodore Wellington:
It’s not about you helping me. It’s about us helping each other. See you have a little problem with a man name Senator Steve Phillips right? He is trying to buy this company from you? Well, you may not be able to match his money but I can buy and sell that chump three times over.

Hawthorne:
And then you take control of the company? I’m failing to see how this helps me at all.

Theodore Wellington:
Well you see Chairman…I have no desire to own this company. I would buy the company and then sell it you at an affordable price. However…

Hawthorne:
However, however, however…here it comes..the part where you get something out of all this.

Theodore Wellington:
Yes, that’s it..complain! I’m offering to turn you from this joke of a chairman into the sole owner of the company OVER night. And what do I want in return…what is my, however? I may have no desire to own this place, but I do have a desire. I want a shot at the ACW Championship. You guarantee me a shot, and this company is yours.

Hawthorne thinks for minute, weighing the positives and negatives. After several moments of silence he shakes his head, the bad for getting into business with Theodore way outweighs the good.

Hawthorne:
No way Teddy, would I rather make a deal with a rattlesnake than you!

Theodore Wellington:
Really? I come to offer you this great deal and you turn me down? In case you haven’t noticed, I beat Dave Shadow last week, and as of tonight I am now undefeated with three wins! I will get my title shot without you; however you will not get this company without me! I am going to be bigger than ACW one day soon, I am goi…

Hawthorne:
Shut the hell up! Advertisements or not I cannot listen to you anymore. You’re so impress with your three wins aren’t you? What if I were to wipe your record clean of any matches involving noncurrent wrestlers? Well then you would only have one win right?? Now what if I take away any win where somebody had to help you? No you are back to zero wins aren’t you pal.

Theodore furiously jumps out of the chair and into Hawthorne’s face. Hawthorne’s stress is so high he is not afraid anymore of Theodore or his money.

Hawthorne:
No don’t even speak because I have had enough. You want a shot at the world title? Go out there, win at Fallen Heroes, and go on to win the Championship. If you can’t do that you don’t deserve the title. Now leave my offi..

Hawthorne stops abruptly, and thinks. He gets a plan and a slow grin takes over his face. He chuckles a little which confuses Wellington before he snaps back to reality.

Hawthorne:
You want a shot at the title? You want to show what you can do? I got an idea. Next week you have a match against Criminal in a Cage Match right? So how about this, if you win your match against Criminal..I will give you a title match.

Theodore Wellington now smirks and nods.

Theodore Wellington:
I knew you would come around.

He turns to leave but Hawthorne grabs his arm and stops him.

Hawthorne:
Wait a minute big guy, now it’s my turn for a “however”…HOWEVER, if you lose, you give me the money to make sure I become sole owner of this company. Deal?

Theodore no longer has a smile on his face but instead an angry look has taken over yet again as he glares at Hawthorne. He finally puts out his hand and shakes on it with Hawthorne. With nothing left to say he turns and exits the office leaving Hawthorne happier, and more confident than he has been in weeks.

[Kim Jong CP]

Final Mainer save

[Kim Jong CP]

Segment: I dont remember the segment title of the first one, but it's something PART 2 AKA I love that as Trace I get to mess around with segment titles (Credit: Freeman)

Our camera fades back in as the CAW Trace Birmingham is making his way down to the ring. Things are about to get interesting!

Trace: Here we go Greg!

Greg: I still don’t see how this is going to help.

Trace: BECAUSE Greg, the AI in these games are the best ever in any wrestling game! EACH WRESTLER IS PHOTOREALTISTIC!

Greg: Er…first of all “realistic”

Trace: right!

Greg: Second of all, that means---You know what? Never mind. Sure.

Trace: I mean they act JUST like they do in real life! Alright now Greg, Im really good at this so just watch!

Trace’s CAW enters the ring only to be clotheslined back out by Gary.

Trace: …

Greg: …

Trace: …

Greg: …

Trace quickly hits the reset button

Trace: Er…OH MAN…GREG…YOU JUST LIKE…BLACKED OUT…you were um…er…totally asleep…and…er…dreaming, and er…yeah. But Im just STARTING THE MATCH FOR THE FIRST TIME NOW, OKAY?

Greg: …

Trace: OK LETS GO!

Trace’s CAW enters the ring and gets clotheslined again but this time he lands right on the bottom of the ropes and stays in.

Trace: ALRIGHT! Here we go! This is how you win a battle royal.

He holds down the A button.

Greg: What are you doing?

Trace: When you hold this button you never get up and you can lie down forever!

Greg: Why is nobody doing anything or attacking you?

Trace: BECAUSE, it’s realistic! Nobody ever attacks the guy lying on the ground, that’s how I’m going to win!

All the foes in the ring, which now consists of TJ, Dave Shadow, and Jason Freeman, are brawling in a triple threat situation, as Trace lies on the ground, when suddenly Chris Phenomenal enters…and…BEELINES RIGHT FOR JASON FREEMAN FOR NO REASON

Greg: Hey you’re right, this is realistic!

*Chirp Chirp.*

Trace: Ok, Im ready to strike!

CP’s focus on Jason Freeman costs him as Dave Shadow and TJ attack him at once, but CP manages to knock down Shadow and clothesline TJ over the ropes.

Trace: HERE I GO

And Trace runs forward and DUMPS CP ONTO THE FLOOR!

Trace: I GOT HIM I GOT HIM!

Greg: Trace…

Trace: I GOT HIM IM GONNA WIN!

Greg: Trace look at the screen

Trace does so.

Trace: NOOOOOOOOOOOO

It seems Trace had assumed he eliminated CP but CP had reversed it and Trace ended up on the floor

Trace: THIS GAME SUCKS IM GETTING A PS3!

Greg: Yeah, I’m sure it’s the game’s fault. In fact it’s probably just a glitch.

The dripping sarcasm is not evident to Trace.

Trace: YOU THINK SO?

Greg: No.

Trace: Well…it MIGHT be though right?

Greg: Nope.

Trace: But it’s a SMAAAAAAAAAAALL possibility right?

Greg: Not even small.

Trace: Well this game is a dumb way to train anyways

Greg: Well at least now we agree on something.

Trace: Looks like I’ll have to think of a better idea…

Greg: How about you actually wr---

Trace: SHHH. Im thinking

Greg rolls his eyes.

Trace: Thinking…

Greg: What about y---

Trace: Thinking….

Greg: TRACE, CAN YOU JUST S---

Trace: GOT IT!

Silence.

Greg: You did?

Trace: Yup! ^_^ I’ve got this, and this time it’s a real good one!

Greg: Okay what is it?

Trace: YOU HAVE TO WAIT AND SEE GREG. It’s a surprise!

Greg: Is that really necessary?

Trace: Absoposilutely!

Greg: You know, I wash my hands of you.

Trace: Aww, man…again?

Greg: …Yes.

Greg stands up and walks out of the room.

Trace: I’ll show you Greg! I’ll show everyone!

He looks back at the game

Trace: ESPECIALLY YOU DAVE SHADOW!

And he sets up Dave Shadow vs Trace Birmingham in a hardcore match before the camera fades out.

[Kim Jong CP]

The cameras cut away now to a somewhat bizarre, yet now common scene. The cold glass of the camera lens zooms forward to capture an essence that has become synonymous with power and destruction. Resting quietly as always, the inner workings of the mind are of most interest, for they most accurately reflect the true feelings of their holder. Even now the thoughts flow freely, invoking a large variety of questions and answers.

It is only natural is it not? It is only natural for the human being to desire a place to belong. They fear their isolation and only wish to belong to a group so that they may gain the love and admiration of others. Do societies not form due to humans banding together for the purpose of survival? Do marriages not come about due to the inherent human desire to be loved? The concept of the congregation is also prevalent in this example, as people wish to practice their faith among others as a means of verification, their proof that they are not alone in their way of thinking. In a world dominated by spiritual weakness, people require this superficial affirmation in order to express their true beliefs. Therefore the conception of “church” is nothing more than individuals banding together for a common goal, much the same way as the generally regarded secular human society.

However, as with any organized group, there will always be those refused membership into its perceived exclusive ranks. Disqualified by a wide variety of traits or actions, what are those who are rejected to do? Some swear their lives to revenge and seek only the destruction of those who emotionally injured them through rejection. Others seek a second organization while hanging onto the faint hope that they will find the acceptance they seek. Still others however simply choose to end their lives at that point, as failing to perform a basic human instinct is justification for ending life in their eyes. Therefore, one must ask the logical question of what befalls those that would be rejected by the human church. What is the true fate of those that would be refused the communion of the earthly lord and be forced to live of a life of spiritual isolation?

Despite the general belief that those out of the earthen church would face eternal damnation, the truth is that the opposite takes effect. For those who are not imbued with the synthetic doctrine of the false messiah are more capable of opening their hearts to the one true lord. It is a natural and logical human progression, if one is refused by a given side, he will inevitably seek acceptance from the alternate side. If a group refuses oneself, you will naturally seek to join with that same group’s enemy. Just as one does not belong to numerous churches at once, one also does not believe in both the great and merciful heavenly father and the fabricated savior at the same time. The concept of “sacrilege” in the human world is in actuality a cry for help to the true lord and savior, a plea for assistance in ridding the world of human sin so that they may enter purgatory and attempt to prove their worthiness of blessing the hallowed soil of a resurrected paradise known as Eden.

However simply begging for assistance is not enough to warrant the divine being to manipulate the threads of human fate. One must prove their worthiness of assistance through their actions and vows. They must give themselves over completely to the will of god, forsaking any semblance of normal earthly life in the name of achieving eternal paradise after bodily death. This trait can be seen in the earthly faiths as well. For to join a church, must not one be approved for admittance by its current members? What are the grounds for this acceptance? Something about that individual must change to meet the standards required for admittance into the group. Due to the inherent human desire to belong, they are willing to conform to this congregational will and make the necessary changes. This same concept applies to the grand design envisioned by the lord above, as one must make the necessary alterations to be allowed admittance into its eternal flux.

Those who damn the synthetic messiah are also not automatically deemed worthy for admittance to the ultimate heavenly paradise. One must make the ultimate sacrifice to prove themselves worthy of the ultimate prize. One extreme yielding another extreme. Is this not a logical progression of fate? If one wrongs another, does not one wish to repay the wrong? If one does good deeds for others, does not one expect good deeds in return? There is no concept that results in unrewarded giving, every give must be coincided by a take. This is the way of the world under the eyes of the Holy Father. Therefore, one must give everything if they wish to achieve eternal paradise, for there is no greater gift to give. If one is unwilling to make the sacrifice, they are unworthy of the final prize.

There are those who damn the false lord but still refuse to revere the true lord. It is those of this ideology that will see their fates shared along with the sinful masses. For the true will of god does not desire mere damnation of the synthetic lord, he desires admiration of the true word. After all, if one kills an abusive father, does he automatically find his conscience free of the sin of murder? Everything has a condition and conditions must always be met. Even those who would damn the synthetic lord would not find favor with the true leader of eternity until the necessary actions are taken. Until these actions occur they are nothing more than a separate category of sinners. Sinner and saint are the only differentiation made; therefore one must become saintly to embrace paradise. Any who do not make this change shall fall in defeat at the hands of the messenger. Bless the messenger for his tireless efforts!

The eyes quickly open and the young one slowly drops to the ground, pouring sweat and breathing heavily. The meditation has dramatically increased in intensity in the wake of the forthcoming battles, taking a physical toll on the dark one’s earthly body. As the chest pulsates over and over, the dark soul draws in as much oxygen as he can, attempting to restore precious energy to a physical form that has been exhausted by the intense preparation to do the will of god. All the while the holy mind continues to work as efficiently as a clock, plotting his next strategy and conjuring plans as to how to best perform the will of the messiah. Such intense preparation is necessary for the holy son, as he must please his father greatly if he is to be allowed the honor of continuing to exist physically so that he might perform the divine will.

Finally the pulsations cease and the sweat ceases to flow, the earthly body temporarily resuscitated. The heavenly follower slowly grasps onto the wooden frame in front of him with his right hand and pulls himself to his feet once more. As he rests both hands on the pew in front of him, the evil being known as The Scorpion slowly gazes at his surroundings. Situated in beautiful and decorative church, the young one resides on the very last pew, resting on the pew in front of him. He softly gazes at the decorative colored windows and the crosses that populate the massive chapel. He eyes divert now to the front of the large room, noting the small baptismal chamber and the choir benches. Truly he is in a place that is most well maintained, as nary an inch of the large chapel is out of place or recently disturbed. Noticing the pulpit at the front of the chapel, the young one’s mind quickly enters into activity once again.

He realizes that his current setting is the inner core of the den of inequity, the base of operations for the pagans to plan their movements against the divine will of god. Under the guise of faith they brainwash and abuse the sheep that come to them for help. Like livestock the ignorant humans are lined up and slaughtered as sacrificial lambs by the light brigade of god, all to protect the cowardly human leaders who know the truth and refuse to battle themselves. However it matters not to the holy messiah or his loyal messenger, for the slaughter of pagans simply reduces the number that the messenger must strike down himself. One must worry solely about victory and defeat, any entrance of human emotion is an unneeded and distracting weakness. The casualties of the enemy matter not to the victor in war, only the concept of win and loss.

With this thought in mind, the young one slowly sits upon the soft fabric of the pew and bows his head. Resembling an average earthly churchgoer, the young one enters into prayer to the very divine being that would bring about the human church’s destruction…

The Scorpion: In that world, between beginning and end, lie established happenings laid out chapter to chapter in the book of the almighty being. And each and every event written there emanates from the will of the author. The pages that complete each chapter, we call time. But who is to know when and if that story ends? And that world was ending, as if a book were finished being read. But that evil that lived within the closing book ripped the final chapter asunder with gnashing teeth, leaving the multiplication to begin.

After completing his incredibly bizarre soliloquy, The Scorpion rises from his position and approaches the confessional booths of the cathedral. Staring at them with a slight sneer, his mind once again begins its functions. He imagines the sight of the worthless infidels, vainly admitting to the least offensive of sins in order to be granted the false promise of salvation by men with a manifested divine authority. The thought enrages him, yet he keeps his wits about him long enough to quickly enter the booth, closing the door behind him.

Once inside, he kneels upon the ground and once again closes his eyes. Resembling the average churchgoer, the young one seemingly gives his own confession to his priest that resides in the stars above…

The Scorpion: Father, there is no doubt that my previous statements would confuse all who are unenlightened, yet I know that you know the truth. The world that ended is the one I currently walk, the world manifested in its previous form of paradise. That perfect, paradisaical world ended with the emergence of the independent human psyche. The evils represent the manifestations of human sin, whose gnashing teeth ripped asunder the last page of the history of paradise. However, I am here to resurrect those shredded pages and let paradise’s story continue once more. I am willing to sacrifice everything in order for the story to continue on my lord. I will stand steadfast. I will suffer any blows that may come upon me. I exist to be a martyr for purity, willing to sacrifice my existence so that Mother Earth does not have to sacrifice hers. Nothing shall stop the destruction of my humanity, for its destruction shall bring about paradise’s resurrection. Such a small price to pay my lord…such a very small price to pay.

With that bizarre statement completed, The Scorpion seemingly resumes his mediation. He continues to meditate without once acknowledging any outside presence as the camera slowly fades to black…

[Kim Jong CP]

The TJ Saga Pt. 3
Chris Phenomenal

Again, open to Chris Phenomenal

Chris Phenomenal: Stamp and I won the titles and from there we ran amok through HPW. I won the HPW Hardcore title, merging it with the ECF Extreme Title, Stampede Kid won the ECF North American Heavyweight Championship from TJ the week after we won the straps, and then won the HPW Intercontinental Title, bringing every set of titles too our side of the equation barring the big belts. HPW fell apart at the seems though, and Frank Washington bought ECF back from Amerikan Syko. Over the course of the next two months, I changed into “The Real Superstar” Chris Porter to make sure that I could get inside of Tyson Phoenix’s head.

I appeared to be on his side, joining forces with him for three months but as my first match as “The Real Superstar” I took on TJ.[/color]

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The scene opens as “ The Real Superstar” Chris Porter is shown sitting in the front row of the target center, as Georges St. Pierre is shown in the middle of the octagon, his arm raised in victory. Chris applauds politely before slowly getting out of his seat and heading towards the exit, a beautiful blonde at his hip, and a burly man following behind him. Chris slowly walks through a door that heads to the back of the arena, and into the VIP Parking Garage where a black stretch hummer limousine lies in wait. Chris helps his companion inside before following her in. The body guard hops into the front passenger seat as the driver walks around the limo and fires it up. As Chris reaches into the mini fridge, pulling out caviar and a small bottle of vodka, the door to the parking garage opens, and a multitude of people scream as he pulls out all seeking an autograph from “The Real Superstar”. Chris hands the caviar to the girl as his cell phone rings. Chris pulls out of the hoody pocket and looks at the number, Chris doesn’t answer but nods his head disapprovingly. The driver then puts the car into gear driving away from the masses, clamoring over each other trying to get a glimpse of Chris Porter. Chris than opens the vodka and hands a small glass to the lady, giving the camera the first glimpse of her, as a smile comes over his face. Chris plants a small kiss on the lips of the lady before looking at her.

Chris Porter: Did you enjoy yourself tonight Christina, I’m sure it was a lot better than the time you spent with that other guy you were seeing two months ago, that big oaf of a fellow, TJ was his name wasn’t it.

Christina nods her head as she takes a small sampling of the caviar, before a sip of the vodka. Chris looks at of the window at the crowd mulling about, rehashing the fights amongst each other. A small smile comes across the face of Chris, as Christina brushes a stray piece of hair out of his eyes.

Chris Porter: I don’t get TJ, never have and never will. Look at him as opposed to me, where as he has to bring you around in a limousine owned by Tyson Phoenix, we get to have our own limo and all the privacy it entails. Where he has to watch every penny he spends, not allowing him to lavish you in luxury. Where as he gets rid of you, blaming his inadequacy on you, I bring you around for my rebirth, the return of Chris Porter to greatness, no longer am I simply phenomenal, no, now I am “The Real Superstar”. Where TJ can walk down the street and no one will take notice, I have to hire a bodyguard and ride in armored vehicles lest I may end up like Tupac Shakur, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything, in fact this is one of the best career moves I could have ever made.

The limo stops in front of a large hotel and the door to the limousine opens as Chris gets out and then helps Christina out of the vehicle.

Chris Porter: Thank you Christina for the wonderful evening. I look forward for when we next meet again. In the meantime I hope this will do.

Chris kisses Christina once more before they have to part. Chris gets back in the limousine as Christina heads into the hotel. Chris then leans back, kicking his feet up on an ottoman that comes out from underneath the seat.

Chris Porter: What a wonderful evening, I don’t understand why TJ got rid of her, I guess it is another one of his poor choices. I mean he has made plenty of those in the course of his career, especially since I started in the ECF. Costing me the victory against Tyson, then losing to me in the first ECF match in HPW. Taking Stampede Kid lightly and then losing his gold, and then I know I can’t forgive him for what he did that night. If I recall correctly there were five of us that went to HPW; Stampede Kid, Tyson Phoenix, Frank Washington, TJ and Myself. Yet when we left HPW, when we walked out there were only four of us, and who was it that was missing. That’s right TJ, it was you. I can’t help but think you have some unsavory motives concerning the next few weeks, that although HPW has perished, maybe it is a ruse and you plan on winning the ECF Heavyweight Championship and taking it back to HPW. I can assure that that won’t happen. You are going to have to give it all you’ve got this week to survive, and what little is left of you come Up in Smoke. Tyson Phoenix will take care of. Where as you entrusted a rookie, someone greener that Stampede Kid, to try and wear Tyson down, Tyson got someone with a victory over you, the man who has nothing but retribution on his mind to take you out.

The limousine hits the freeway as Chris Porter reaches into a basket and pulls out a chocolate bar. Opening the wrapper Chris takes a bite and then starts talking again.

Chris Porter: TJ we are like a chocolate bar, everyone has chocolate, but what makes them different is the sweet filling, nougat, nuts, caramel take your pick. You see you are the chocolate and I am the filling, where as you are bland and insignificant, where as people like you are a dime a dozen, I add the flavor and am the thing that makes people enjoy our product over and over again, I am a once in a lifetime occurrence, un replicated. In fact I don’t think I could have picked a better opponent to go up against in my return to the ring, whether you think we are tied at one, or this is our first match it doesn’t matter because I intend to take the lead in our little series. I plan on having my victory over you start my streak, helping me build momentum into my match at Up in Smoke where I will win the ECF North American Championship, and then the Rock n Rap Connection will rule the ECF, there will be no one capable of standing in our way.

Chris polishes off the chocolate bar before pressing a button on the side of his seat as a small television rolls down out of the roof of the limousine. Chris presses another button as clips of Chris Phenomenal play, Chris winning the HPW TV and Hardcore titles, TJ losing the North American Title to Stampede Kid. The final clip is of Chris pinning TJ and the ref counting off the three.

Chris Porter: You see TJ, all of these clips show the truth, show that I am a winner always have been, always will be. Even in defeat I am able to walk away knowing I should have won, and people feel the same way. The same can't be said about you. You lost to Stampede Kid decisevely, you lost to me in similar fashion. TJ where as I went Five and oh in HPW, you went one and two, and the only reason you won that match was becuase you were teamed with the champ, "The Rockstar", one half of the Mega Stars, Tyson Phoenix

The limousine slows to a stop as Chris Porter's door is opened by the chafeur. Chris steps out of the vehicle and in front of him lies a sleak learjet. Chris reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell phone, and quickly answers the unknown caller before hanging up.

Chris Porter: You see TJ, where as you have nothing but the love of a million red necks, I travel around the world in limousines and private jets. Amazing this topsy turvy world is. As a kid this was unfathomable, and now I am living the life of luxury.

The scene fades out as Chris Porter boards the plane and greeted by a homely stewardess.

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Chris Phenomenal: I went on too beat TJ that week, our final encounter for eighteen months. Now, two years to the date since I started in this business, I get to put the man who has always been a thorn in my side to rest.

With that Chris gets up and heads to the ring, as we come to our final commercial of the evening.

[Kim Jong CP]

A Shocker!
Chris Phenomenal and TJ

As we come in from our final commercial break of the evening, we pan the audience screaming out, trying to get on the camera. The sold out Toyota Center shows that ACW is still alive and well. Cutting to the announce table, McNally and Edison run down the show before the opening of Wanted Man by Rev Theory begins to play as the lights go out. Red, white, and gold lights flash as TJ rises up like Kurt Angle in TNA. TJ looks around. He then does a Goldberg like jump as red, white, and gold fireworks go off and the lights come on. At this same time, the lyrics come on. TJ walks down to the ring and slides in the ring. He goes to the corner and throws his arms in the air and then beats his chest with one arm.[/I]

McNally: It appears as if we’re ready to go here with our main event of the evening.

Edison: I personally can’t wait for this to be honest. These two have a storied history outside of the hallowed ACW halls and tonight they bring their intense dislike for the other into the black and gold squared circle.

McNally: It’s a real heavyweight bout here as well. We’ve seen some smaller wrestlers really take over ACW, the only two big names I can recall in ACW is Hitman of the Gods and Thunderkiss who are sadly no longer with us.

Edison: Quite a shame as well. Thunderkiss’ return early this year had a lot of promise but Chris Phenomenal made sure that he was tucked a…

WAIT A MINUTE!

**CRACK**

McNally: What in the name of Parker is he doing out here.

As McNally speaks the camera rapidly cuts back into the ring and shows Criminal standing over TJ with a steel chair in his hand. He looks down at the Entertainment Title that TJ won from him two months ago before dropping it and ducking out of the ring and grabbing a microphone from ringside.

Criminal: Let’s be honest with ourselves, this big oaf is not fit to wear my title belt. Not fit to hold the Entertainment Title. So tonight, we’re not going to see a “Champion vs. Champion” match that no one wants to see. Instead we’re going to have an Entertainment Title defense. RIGHT NOW!

McNally: How, how can he do that?

Edison: I don’t know but from what I can pick up, he’s mentioning something about a re-match clause.

Sure enough, that’s what it is as Criminal slides into the ring as TJ is trying to gather himself, not even sure of what is going on as Joey Reynolds calls for the bell. Criminal waits patiently as TJ turns around from the ropes and walks right into The Heist from Criminal. The Ace Crusher sending the big man plummeting into the canvas. The shocked Joey Reynolds quickly makes the cover as TJ appears to be out.

…1
…2
…3

NO!

Somehow TJ manages to roll his shoulder off the canvas but he’s definitely feeling the effects of both the chair shot and the Ace Crusher and Criminal knows it. Getting to his feet he does pretty much the same thing he did as TJ got up the first time, knowing that he’s out on his feet. TJ slowly pulls himself up and again turns around, his eyes glazed over showing signs of a possible concussion. This works all to well for Criminal who leaps up and plants TJ with a second heist and TJ simply stops after the impact. Criminal pulls him away from the ropes slightly before hooking the leg after rolling him over, Joey Reynolds making the count.

…1
…2
…3

McNally: Criminal has stolen the Entertainment Title

Edison: Quite fitting actually when you think about it.

Criminal rolls off of TJ as he looks on before rising up, victorious. He grabs hold of the title, still laying in the corner and grabs hold as Joey Reynolds raises his hand in victory.

McNally: This is just…I don’t even know what to say at the moment.

Edison: All night we’ve been waiting for TJ and Chris Phenomenal but instead, this.

The crowd is none to happy either but Criminal doesn’t pay them heed as he stands on the top turnbuckle, his title raised high in the air before jumping out of the ring. The crowd begins to throw a few items at Criminal who takes it all in stride as he heads up the ramp. Criminal by Eminem continues to play until it is interrupted by a familiar voice.

: Hold on a minute!!!

As Criminal heads up the ramp, the opening of Public Service Announcement begins to play and Chris Phenomenal appears atop the entrance ramp, the crowds ire shifting from Criminal to Chris as he looks down at TJ.

Chris Phenomenal: You see, all night we’ve been seeing vignette’s about the little feud TJ and I have had over the past two years. I’ve been waiting over a year for this night to come, to finally put TJ in his place once and for all and so help me God we’re going to do it tonight.

But, seeing as how this match had the special stipulation of Champion vs. Champion and that’s no longer a possibility, I’m going to add my own stipulation onto this.

TJ is still out in the ring as Chris carries on.

Chris Phenomenal: You see TJ, all along you’ve talked about how you’ve never won the big one. I’ve always held it against you because for all the talent you say you’ve had, you’ve accomplished shit. Tonight though, I’m feeling generous, so not only am I going to give you a chance to shut me up, I’m going to give you your chance to win the big one because our match, is now for the ACW Heavyweight Title.

RING THE BELL!!!

With that Chris takes down the ramp and slides into the ring as TJ is just again trying to get to his feet, the referee aiding him up before leaning him against the ropes. He heads over towards Chris and tries to reason with him but Chris shucks him aside and as TJ turns around, his dukes up but not cognoscente of what is going on, Chris lunges and blasts him square in the temple with a Superman Punch. TJ drops in the middle of the ring like a sack of hammers as Chris looks down at the fallen TJ, the final blow having clearly knocked him out as the referee makes the count.

McNally: Again Chris Phenomenal uses that devastating Superman Punch to nearly decapitate a competitor in ACW.

Edison: Gary, Trixer, XS3, Birmingham and now TJ, four of them in World Title defenses. Chris has been sending the message over the past two months that he means business.

McNallly: He’s shown that with one blow he can end anything, in five seconds or after an hour, it just doesn’t matter with him.

Edison: And look at him now.

As the referee’s count hits eight, Chris raises the title belt in his left hand and crosses it over with his right, mocking Danny Mainer’s trademark X. As the ref reaches ten he calls for the bell as the crowd vociferously jeers.

Phillip Jones: Ladies and Gentleman, your winner and Still ACW Heavyweight Champion, Chris Phenomenal!

Chris looks down at TJ and with one final show of disrespect spits in his face before taking his title belt over to the corner and climbing the turnbuckle. The final shot of our evening is cross posing with the belt and the jeering fans hoping that someone can take the title from him.

[TWMoney]

another short yet solid show! Congrats to Criminal.......maybe our match next week should be for the title?? :-)

[Buddy Ghee]

Yeah, congrats to Criminal. You can bet Buddy Ghee has something to say about it next week.

Good show all around. I dug Trace and Greg, thought it was pretty funny.

[Jason Freeman]

Gonna get this read by tonight hope to feedback by tomorrow, and thank you for your approval Buddy Ghee, Trace and Greg dig you too

[smjj]

WTF? What a lame ass way to lose the title. Sorry if that's harsh but lolwut? Shouldn't that happen on a PPV? Doesn't a rematch have to be accepted by the Chairman? This ain't Money In The Bank we're talking.

Anyways, decent show dudes.

[Jason Freeman]

Havent read it in full yet, but it seeme sort of dumb to me too, however understand that TJ is busy I believe and taking a break therefore had to get rid of that title. While it may not have been the BEST way to do it, I think it worked alright under the circumstances, but I have yet to read in full

[Kim Jong CP]

I think a lot of it has to do with the TJ vs. Hawthorne stuff that's been built over the period before TJ got ill, and also the segment at the top of this page where Hawthorne warns TJ about an impending defense and he basically says to "bring it on."

Conventionally, not really, but it serves a purpose.

[smjj]

Ah I see, I just thought it was random as fuck.

[TWMoney]

If h read the whole thing it worked perfectly.. Although I don't understand Criminal taking the belt ( no offence C) but I think it worked well with the show