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Post by Kim Jong CP on Apr 19, 2010 22:02:34 GMT -5
Sachiele Willows vs. Michael Smart
XS3 vs. Scorpion
Main Event
Single Fall, Winner Gets Number 20
Theodore Wellington vs. Trace Birmingham vs. Buddy Ghee vs. Adrian Baird
And more to be announced on show.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Apr 19, 2010 22:02:55 GMT -5
Fallen Heroes
Chris Phenomenal
As we open this evening it’s not too the fireworks display, nor the wide shot of the Frank Erwin Center. Instead, much the same as two weeks ago it’s too the face of Chris Phenomenal, perched in a chair looking around at the arena gathered.
Chris Phenomenal: We stand two weeks shy of Fallen Heroes, a show which many hold dear to their hearts. Through five events we have seen every single man who has won has been a champion in this company. Thunderkiss, Senator Steve Phillips, Wyvern, BK London and Andrew Hunter all held the big belt and saw the Battle Royal as their chance to earn another shot at the gold. Yet when I survey the landscape with two weeks away I notice that this trend WILL be bucked, that there will be a new challenger for the title at Fallen Heroes.
But what about Dave Shadow you ask. Many would say he may be the odds on favorite to win considering his success but I assure you that he won’t be walking out of Fallen Heroes with the victory. That he will not be my opponent at Omega Effect.
Chris pauses for a moment and hoists a piece of paper, waving it for everyone watching to see.
Chris Phenomenal: You see, right here I have the official entrance list of Fallen Heroes. Looking at it, there’s a few competitors on it that I feel could conceivably give me a run for my money. Gary, he put up a good fight, Trace Birmingham did as well. It’d be an honor to face either of those men at Omega Effect. There is one thing missing though and that’s a twentieth competitor, but not for long.
Chris places the paper down and pulls out a pen, holding it up for the camera.
Chris Phenomenal: You see, in my time here in ACW I’ve made it a priority to do things people would never imagine doing. I’ve ended the careers of Lee Homicide, Rattlesnake, Senator Steve Phillips, BK London and Thunderkiss. I’ve made sure that as far as anyone is concerned, I will be at the top of the list for greatest ACW wrestlers ever. My only problem is, I can’t be innovative, everything has seemingly been done, there’s nothing I can do aside from breaking already established records, that’s except for one thing.
With that Chris puts pen to paper and signs his name on the final blank line.
Chris Phenomenal: You see, no ACW World Heavyweight Champion has even been in the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal, and after I beat Danny Mainer, I’ll make sure to change that. I’ll win the Fallen Heroes match and go on to face myself at Omega Effect. I’ll be right their, ready to make sure that Dave Shadow doesn’t get his chance, that Jason Freeman doesn’t have a shot at glory. I’ll make sure that I’m in control at all situations.
Chris drops the pen onto the clipboard and he smiles as the jeering crowd in the arena cringes.
Chris Phenomenal: Now tonight we’ve got a match too determine who gets to be entrant number twenty and while I bid them luck, I want them to know that it ultimately doesn’t matter what they do tonight because once eighteen other men falter at my hands. I’ll make them the nineteenth because I’m also putting my name forward as the number one entrant.
With that the screen cuts away right into our introductory video.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Apr 19, 2010 22:05:44 GMT -5
As the video cuts out, we come in to the wide pan of the crowd and then the announce table. As always, McNally and Edison run down the card before showcasing the end of the last show with Chris Phenomenal knocking out "The Soul of Philly" TJ.
We then cut away to our second segment of the evening, featuring Danny Mainer.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Apr 19, 2010 22:07:03 GMT -5
KING OF OPPORTUNITY
Danny Mainer Sat on a storage crate backstage in the ACW arena, Danny Mainer mindlessly rolled himself some cigarettes for his tin as he waited for something interesting to occur. In his mind he was trying to work out how to get himself into the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale after the rotten trick Chris Phenomenal pulled guaranteeing himself at least the chance of a rematch at Omega Effect should things screw up for him. Mainer had no plan on losing the match to Chris Phenomenal so there was a 1/20 chance that the rematch would be happening at Omega Effect but to guarantee his own insurance policy he HAD to find his way into the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale. Finally, when Mainer felt like giving up his divine miracle appeared in a most unusual form. Cocking his head up, he looked at the man who was approaching him.Danny Mainer: ”’sup bitch?”Gary: “HEY DANNY! Guess whaaaat?!” Danny Mainer: ”What is it kid?”Gary: “WEEEEELLL... I was walking along and-and-and, Hawthorne said he liked me and my wrestling, and-and-and and HE SAID that if I did some jobs for him that I could have a really big special prize for being the best boy in ACW! So, I cleaned his car andandand I tidied his office and I even learnt how to roll his cigars and... well... he SAID I CAN COMPETE IN THE FALLEN HEROES BATTLE ROYALE!” Danny Mainer: ”Lucky for some huh? I just need to work out how to get into that stupid Battle Royale myself. I mean, of all the rotten tricks Chris could pull. He KNEW he was going to get his ass beat so he pulls this on me? I mean seriously. What the fuck? Say Gary, you smoke?”Gary: “I-I-I-I’VE NEVER tried it!” Mainer pulled two cigarettes out of his pocket and with a flick of his US army zippo lighter had them lit. Passing one of the cigarettes to Gary, he stared at the smouldering tobacco entranced as he put it in his mouth. Mainer did the same and stared ahead trying to work out what to do. Mainer took a hard drag of tobacco before billowing it up into the air.Danny Mainer: ”I can’t BELIEVE that the battle royale is all full up now. That’s some grade A horseshit. And with the world champion in it too? I just can’t believe it. If only there was some way I could get an extra spot into the match or better yet, get someone else’s spot. Then that way I could...-“Danny stopped and turned to Gary who was presently dancing around with the cigarette in his mouth and his Fallen Heroes ticket held in both hands above his head. Mainer’s eyes opened wide in shock. GARY. Gary had a Fallen Heroes entry. The man was ass out retarded. Surely it would be like taking candy from a baby, right?Danny Mainer: ”Say Gary, how about you give your old friend Danny your Fallen Heroes entry number?”Gary: “NO WAY JOSE! That’s my ticket and-and-and I’m gonna’ win and YEAH. I’m GONNA’ WIN! I’M GONNA’ WIN! And-“ Danny Mainer: ”ALRIGHT Gary. Tell me, what do you want more than anything else in the world?”Gary: “Ummmmmmmmmm... how about a space unicorn?!” Danny Mainer: ”Second thing?”Gary: “A machine gun!” Danny Mainer: ”Third thing?”Gary: “A ticket to go see the Olympics in England in 2012!” Danny Mainer: ”Anything el-“Gary: “OR a date with your girlfriend Caitlynn. She’s real pretty. I spoke to her once, she made me laugh. She’s cute. Even when she got all fat and got a big butt!” Mainer’s eyes flared wide with bloodshot fury as he prepared to take that zippo lighter and cauterize his mouth shut. Horrible, grotesque images of malicious tortures against Gary flooded his head and the agonizing screams echoed throughout his head. Mainer raised his arm for the first strike but quickly shook the cobwebs out of his head and realized he had an opportunity.Danny Mainr: ”Alright Gary. How about this? I’ll wrestle YOU in a match tonight. The Big, Strong, AWESOME Gary VS Danny “Tiny Man” Mainer. If you win, you get a date with Caitlynn and if I win I get your Fallen Heroes entry number. Okay? Winner takes all. You’ll totally win, I’m nowhere near as good a wrestler as you!”Gary: “SURE! I’ll KICK YERASS DANNY! I’MA TAKE YOU DOWN AND THEN I’MA TAKE YOUR PRETTY GIRLFRIEND TO A SEAFOOD RESTAURANT! OMNOM!” Danny Mainer: ”Hehe, we’ll see about that champ. Now skidaddle your ass on out of here and I’ll see you in the ring, okay?”Gary; “OKAY! YOU BETTER BE READY CRACKERJACK!” Gary stormed off instilled with a horrifically false sense of confidence as he stood completely unaware of the beast he had just woken by mentioning Caitlynn. He was in for a rough night, that was for sure.Danny Mainer: ”CYA LATER GARY! Don’t kick my ass too hard dude! Fucking retard...”And with a spring in his step and a big opportunity, Danny did a little jig as he continued to smoke his cigarette and run along off the set as the screen faded to black.[FADE] |
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Apr 19, 2010 22:08:17 GMT -5
Coming back into the ring, “Live to Win” by Paul Stanley plays as Michael Smart makes his way to the ring. It’s been a while since he’s been seen on TV, so the crowd is very happy to see him as Phillip announces that this opening contest shall be scheduled for one fall, and announces Michael Smart to the ring. But then when Smart’s music fades, something happens. Phillip is handed a note and he looks down in confusion, and takes the microphone.
Phillip: Er…I have just been informed that Sachiele Willows shall NOT be competing tonight.
The crowd boos, as they were looking forward to seeing an opening contest.
Phillip: She is not in the building tonight, and as a result this match shall not be occurring.
The crowd boos further.
McNally: What? This match won’t be occurring?
Edison: What could have happened to Sachiele?
McNally: I have no idea…
The crowd is upset and Smart is confused, as he was ready to go, but nothing can be changed, and it seems this match is not happening. But Edison has a point...What happened to Sachiele?
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Apr 19, 2010 22:09:57 GMT -5
Segment: Ive used the basics of this idea before but it was three years ago and nobody remembers that anyways! (Credit: Freeman) As we last left Trace Birmingham and Greg they were preparing for the Fallen Heroes battle royal…or Greg was trying to make Trace train while Trace had his own unique way of going about it…namely playing the ACW video game. Tonight he promises something better!Greg: This better be good, Trace. Real good Trace: OF COURSE IT’LL BE REAL GOOD I ONLY KNOW REAL GOOD! Greg: …Right. And why is he here? The camera zooms out to show the two in a hallway, and they are not the only two there. RAF stands there as well in his referee’s uniform.Trace: Well you’ll have to wait to find out!! Greg: Wait…Aren’t we doing this now? Trace: Well…yeah…but…er…ok. We are going to tonight train for the Fallen Heroes battle royal in THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE! With my OWN SPECIAL TRAINING METHOD! And it’s so awesome, so special, and so…er…good…that we need a referee for it to be done right! Greg: Just say it already, or I’m out of here. Trace: We are going to train me in the opportunityticness that is needed to win in these battle royal things, ya know what I mean? Like…how everyone just comes out of nowhere and BAM, throws some guy over the top rope? Greg: Yeah…? Trace: We’re gonna practice, so turn around. Greg: Er…what? Trace: TURN AROUND! Greg sighs and complies.Trace: Wow you actually did it! Greg: …what is this a joke? Trace: Er…no, you just never listen to me! Im getting good at this forceful stuff, huh? I knew Im getting more tough right? I bet everyone’s totally afraid of me. Ya know I bet that’s why RAF is here! RAF: Er, you paid me f--- Trace: SHHHHHHHHHHH! Greg: … Trace: That guy’s crazy, I always knew it. Greg: Sure. Trace: Anyways, now you stand there and DON’T TURN AROUND YET OKAY? Greg: Er…okay. Trace: Now this is JUST like in a battle royal when the guy is fighting somebody else and we’re gonna practice capitalism! Greg: … Trace: What? Greg: Capitalism? What exactly does that have to do with anything Trace: You know where some guy takes advantage of a--- Greg: Okay, we’re practicing capitalizing. Trace: …Right. So all YOU have to do is one simple thing, you just say “Red light, green light, one two three”, you think you can remember that? Greg: … Trace: … Greg: … Trace: … RAF: …………………………. Greg: ARE YOU JOKING YOU S--- Trace: JUST DO IT! RAF: Why am I here again? Trace: Cause it’s easy to cheat in this game and Greg’s a LIAR. So you just have to make sure everything’s going right down the middle! RAF: I have to learn to ask before I accept money for these things… Trace: Now Im gonna lie down and pretend Im all hurt…when you start to count I run up and when you turn around I lie down again. That’s JUST what Im gonna do in the Fallen Heroes match and when I tag you that’s when I throw some guy over the ropes! It’s practice for my mega-strategy! Greg: That’s such a horrible idea…but…in some frighteningly twisted way it verges on logic. Trace: Nice! Okay ready? RING THE BELL REF! RAF: er…there is no bell. Trace: Well, go DING DING DING then, cause the game only starts when the bell rings and only an official guy can do it. RAF: I am not going to--- Trace: I PAID YOU! RAF: Ding…ding….ding… RAF is not amused. Trace quickly lies on the ground.Greg: I can’t believe I have to play these second grade schoolyard games, in fact I--- Trace: Cmon you should never turn your back that long. Gee, you’d suck at battle royals Greg! Greg: Grr…Red light…green light…1…2…3. Trace charges up as fast as he can, and Greg turns slowly, and Trace quickly flops back to the ground, though a little too late.Greg: There I saw you. Trace: NO! I knew he’s a liar. RAF? RAF: No, Im pretty sure he saw you. You took a good two seconds to get back down. Trace: Grr…Im paying you to help me win what the heck did you think Im giving you MONEY for? RAF: I assumed I was simply selling my dignity… Trace: Well, that too, but--- Greg: You would stoop so low as to cheat at your own training? Trace: It’s not cheating. HE would be cheating, Im just playing fair! Greg: Go back. Trace: WHAT? Greg: Go back, that’s the rule is it not? Trace: NO! Greg: Im pretty sure it is. Trace: OH SO YOU LIKE THESE GAMES NOW HUH?! NOW YOU LIKE THESE GAMES? Greg: I don’t like these games but if I remember correctly you have to go b--- Trace: SHOW ME THE OFFICIAL RULEBOOK RAF: Trace, Im about to disqualify you. Trace: YOU CAN’T DO THAT, THIS IS A NO-DQ RED LIGHT GREEN LIGHT MATCH! RAF: You have to call that! Trace: DO NOT! RAF: You can’t just do that, as a referee I think I should know that in the absence of any calls this is by definition a standard one-fall…er…red light green light match. Trace: I HATE YOU BOTH  RAF: Im beginning to hate myself as well… Trace: IM DONE WITH THIS THIS WAS A DUMB IDEA GREG! Greg: It was YOUR id---I mean…er…what’s the point. Yes, Trace, I’m sorry what was I thinking? Trace: I dunno but your ideas have sucked so far so this time IM taking over and next week we’re going to do things MY way. Greg: Oh yes, whatever you say. Trace: YEAH THAT’S RIGHT, AND IM GONNA MAKE THE BEST TRAINING EVER AND IT WILL BE BETTER THAN YOUR STUPID TRAINING GREG! RAF: This was YOUR idea? Greg: No! RAF: But--- Greg: It’s better just to go along with him… Trace: IM OUT OF HERE! And Trace storms off angrily…this training not being so successful after all.Segment: Ive used the basics of this idea before but it was three years ago and nobody remembers that anyways! (Credit: Freeman) As we last left Trace Birmingham and Greg they were preparing for the Fallen Heroes battle royal…or Greg was trying to make Trace train while Trace had his own unique way of going about it…namely playing the ACW video game. Tonight he promises something better!Greg: This better be good, Trace. Real good Trace: OF COURSE IT’LL BE REAL GOOD I ONLY KNOW REAL GOOD! Greg: …Right. And why is he here? The camera zooms out to show the two in a hallway, and they are not the only two there. RAF stands there as well in his referee’s uniform.Trace: Well you’ll have to wait to find out!! Greg: Wait…Aren’t we doing this now? Trace: Well…yeah…but…er…ok. We are going to tonight train for the Fallen Heroes battle royal in THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE! With my OWN SPECIAL TRAINING METHOD! And it’s so awesome, so special, and so…er…good…that we need a referee for it to be done right! Greg: Just say it already, or I’m out of here. Trace: We are going to train me in the opportunityticness that is needed to win in these battle royal things, ya know what I mean? Like…how everyone just comes out of nowhere and BAM, throws some guy over the top rope? Greg: Yeah…? Trace: We’re gonna practice, so turn around. Greg: Er…what? Trace: TURN AROUND! Greg sighs and complies.Trace: Wow you actually did it! Greg: …what is this a joke? Trace: Er…no, you just never listen to me! Im getting good at this forceful stuff, huh? I knew Im getting more tough right? I bet everyone’s totally afraid of me. Ya know I bet that’s why RAF is here! RAF: Er, you paid me f--- Trace: SHHHHHHHHHHH! Greg: … Trace: That guy’s crazy, I always knew it. Greg: Sure. Trace: Anyways, now you stand there and DON’T TURN AROUND YET OKAY? Greg: Er…okay. Trace: Now this is JUST like in a battle royal when the guy is fighting somebody else and we’re gonna practice capitalism! Greg: … Trace: What? Greg: Capitalism? What exactly does that have to do with anything Trace: You know where some guy takes advantage of a--- Greg: Okay, we’re practicing capitalizing. Trace: …Right. So all YOU have to do is one simple thing, you just say “Red light, green light, one two three”, you think you can remember that? Greg: … Trace: … Greg: … Trace: … RAF: …………………………. Greg: ARE YOU JOKING YOU S--- Trace: JUST DO IT! RAF: Why am I here again? Trace: Cause it’s easy to cheat in this game and Greg’s a LIAR. So you just have to make sure everything’s going right down the middle! RAF: I have to learn to ask before I accept money for these things… Trace: Now Im gonna lie down and pretend Im all hurt…when you start to count I run up and when you turn around I lie down again. That’s JUST what Im gonna do in the Fallen Heroes match and when I tag you that’s when I throw some guy over the ropes! It’s practice for my mega-strategy! Greg: That’s such a horrible idea…but…in some frighteningly twisted way it verges on logic. Trace: Nice! Okay ready? RING THE BELL REF! RAF: er…there is no bell. Trace: Well, go DING DING DING then, cause the game only starts when the bell rings and only an official guy can do it. RAF: I am not going to--- Trace: I PAID YOU! RAF: Ding…ding….ding… RAF is not amused. Trace quickly lies on the ground.Greg: I can’t believe I have to play these second grade schoolyard games, in fact I--- Trace: Cmon you should never turn your back that long. Gee, you’d suck at battle royals Greg! Greg: Grr…Red light…green light…1…2…3. Trace charges up as fast as he can, and Greg turns slowly, and Trace quickly flops back to the ground, though a little too late.Greg: There I saw you. Trace: NO! I knew he’s a liar. RAF? RAF: No, Im pretty sure he saw you. You took a good two seconds to get back down. Trace: Grr…Im paying you to help me win what the heck did you think Im giving you MONEY for? RAF: I assumed I was simply selling my dignity… Trace: Well, that too, but--- Greg: You would stoop so low as to cheat at your own training? Trace: It’s not cheating. HE would be cheating, Im just playing fair! Greg: Go back. Trace: WHAT? Greg: Go back, that’s the rule is it not? Trace: NO! Greg: Im pretty sure it is. Trace: OH SO YOU LIKE THESE GAMES NOW HUH?! NOW YOU LIKE THESE GAMES? Greg: I don’t like these games but if I remember correctly you have to go b--- Trace: SHOW ME THE OFFICIAL RULEBOOK RAF: Trace, Im about to disqualify you. Trace: YOU CAN’T DO THAT, THIS IS A NO-DQ RED LIGHT GREEN LIGHT MATCH! RAF: You have to call that! Trace: DO NOT! RAF: You can’t just do that, as a referee I think I should know that in the absence of any calls this is by definition a standard one-fall…er…red light green light match. Trace: I HATE YOU BOTH RAF: Im beginning to hate myself as well… Trace: IM DONE WITH THIS THIS WAS A DUMB IDEA GREG! Greg: It was YOUR id---I mean…er…what’s the point. Yes, Trace, I’m sorry what was I thinking? Trace: I dunno but your ideas have sucked so far so this time IM taking over and next week we’re going to do things MY way. Greg: Oh yes, whatever you say. Trace: YEAH THAT’S RIGHT, AND IM GONNA MAKE THE BEST TRAINING EVER AND IT WILL BE BETTER THAN YOUR STUPID TRAINING GREG! RAF: This was YOUR idea? Greg: No! RAF: But--- Greg: It’s better just to go along with him… Trace: IM OUT OF HERE! And Trace storms off angrily…this training not being so successful after all. |
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Apr 19, 2010 22:12:14 GMT -5
Coming back in from the eclectic, Trace Birmingham, we're greeted with a new debut in ACW.
"I already have a problem with you, fans of ACW"
The newest member of the ACW roster, Ryan Cole, stands with a smug smile creeping across his face and a menacing stone faced Dominic Campbell on his shoulder. Ryan speaks annoyance clear in his voice.
"You may think, but why? I mean you don't even know who I am. Well you see THAT is exactly my problem with you!"
"In this company's history you "fans" have laughed, cried and screamed. You have had these reactions, and yet you have not seen me, you have had your souls on display for people that ARE NOT ME! WHAT GIVES YOU THE FAINTEST INKLING THA-"
He cuts himself off taking a moment to regain his composure.
"Hah. I won’t allow myself to be worked up. I wont let this be your first impression of me, instead I demand that you watch my match and watch it very, very closely. "
The smug smile returns. I doubt anyone really missed it.
"I will allow my expertise and technical prowess to do the talking for now. However I have much more to tell the ACW world, oh so much more, that is a promise."
"But for know I'll just say, he is Dominic Campbell, my personal... Enforcer shall we say and I’m Ryan Cole stunning the world since the day I was born"
“And you can remember THAT!"
A mocking bow ends the arrogance express that has been the past few minutes.
Parent teach their kids ever to break promises, but it's a safe bet that some members of the audience are praying that a certain Mr. Cole breaks his promise of more.
Or his leg.
Either works.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Apr 19, 2010 22:13:01 GMT -5
Ryan Cole vs TrixerRyan walks out antagonising the fans on the front row but making sure not to stray too far from his Enforcer, he slides into the ring and gets right in the face of his opponent The ref pries the two apart and Ryan steps back to only to deliver a slap right to the face of Trixer! Trixer charges but just gets a knee to the midsection doubling him over before being launched across the ring with a gutwrench suplex. Trixer scrambles to his feet only to have his knee taken out from underneath him by a low dropkick, Ryan quickly drags Trixer over to the ropes and wraps his knee around the bottom rope wrenching on the knee viciously breaking only just before the 5 count , he stalks Trixer from behind before dropping him with a chop block Ryan quickly tries to take advantage and locks in a Indian deathlock but Trixer is close to the ropes and quickly manages to break the hold. Ryan attempts to drag Trixer to the centre of the ring to reapply the hold but gets kicked off by Trixer sending him tumbling into a turnbuckle Trixer hobbles to his feet and charges at Ryan in the turnbuckle and goes for a big splash but gets only turnbuckle as Ryan slips out of the way and hooks Trixer with a Tiger suplex from behind just PLANTING Trixer right on his neck! An almost sick laugh rises from Cole as he can see the damage he’s done with that suplex he dives onto Trixer with a chinlock and starts to twist away at his neck, Ryan’s attempts to ground Trixer fail as he fights his way back to his feet, sensing this Ryan drives Trixer into the corner the ref calls for a break which Ryan obliges only to deliver a heel kick to the back of Trixers head causing him to crumple into the corner. Ryan quickly heads to the opposite corner and pounds the mat waiting for Trixer to bring himself to his feet which he oh – so slowly does but there’s nothing slow about Cole’s charge towards Trixer, or Trixer’s counter for that fact! Trixer managed to get the feet up at the last moment and catch Ryan right in the mouth. Hoping to take advantage Trixer charges out with a clothesline but Ryan ducks under it and plants him with inverted DDT he then quickly rolls it over into the Chiropractors Nightmare, the Dragon clutch! Trixer taps out almost immediately but Ryan keeps the hold cinched in just a little longer for extra punishment. Ryan geustures for Campbell to get in the ring and the Enforcer of Ryan’s will eagerly obliges, sliding into the ring and scrapes the defeated Trixer off of the canvas and lifts him onto his shoulders. Cole slips out of the ring to get a mic and not even waiting to get back in the ring before taunting starts an ego fuelled rant. “I’ve had one match!
One match and already.
You people are going to have something....”He pauses for emphasis wanting to make his words stick in the minds of the audience. “To remember”
“Campbell do it!”He barks the order to his personal Enforcer and 6’7 Dominic Campbell swings Trixer from the fireman’s carry into a neckbreaker planting Trixer into the mat with his Blackfriars manoeuvre. Ryan orders Campbell to yet again scoop up the defeated Trixer, Ryan hooks up Trixer in a suplex position as Dominic Campbell outstretches his knee Ryan lifts him up and sends him spinning down with a Manebreaker right onto Campbell’s outstretched knee. Ryan drops to his knees posing for the crowd soaking up the boos the pleasure clear on his face as he knows that above all else he done what he intended to do tonight. Make a statement. Winner: Ryan Cole
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Apr 19, 2010 22:14:06 GMT -5
Segment: Crucify your beliefs (Credit: XS3)
In the back, there's not much going on. Just some boring interaction and a shaggy Canadian entering the picture... Oh wait, that's XS3. Donned in his ring gear and a Sevendust t-shirt, XS3 looks on at the camera and hears the crowd cheer in the background. XS3 smirks, although this time, it's more soft than confident. XS3 looks the camera eye-to-eye and speaks.
XS3: Last week, you may have noticed a distinct absence from Warfare. Suffice to say, I was unable to make the show due to some family emergencies. I apologize for this inconvenience and I hope to get back on track, starting tonight. See, tonight, I face the Scorpion. Now this is the part where I rant about wrestling for a decade, being better than him, blah blah blah. But I can't be able to afford that. Overconfidence has certainly proven to be my greatest enemy in the past and with Fallen Heroes looming over the horizon, I cannot afford to overlook anyone, let alone Mr. Scorpion here. I haven't been around that long to see much of his ring work but from what I hear, the man is very spiritual. Truth be told, I believe there is a God watching over us as well. Whereas I tend to mostly keep religion out of my craft altogether, Scorpion has managed to find quite a perfect blend of the two. Now Scorpion, before you exact any biblical vengeance upon my sorry ass, know this. I find my enlightenment from two things: wrestling and music. Since I'm not on tour right now, I find it comforting to know that I can still kick an ass or two in the squared circle. My guiding light is hearing the crowd chant my name and my means of cleansing myself of sin is Shadow Stepping a poor soul into next week. Scorpion, bring everything you can because you can bet I will do the same to ensure I stay in the main event picture.
Scorpion... God may forgive you of your sins... But what I am about to do in that ring... Will it be considered unforgivable?
As soon as XS3 concludes his catchphrase, he stares off into space for a few seconds longer. Could something be on his mind? XS3 soon remembers his priorities and walks off from the view of the camera, getting ready to do battle with Scorpion.
Fade.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Apr 19, 2010 22:14:51 GMT -5
A Sit Down With The Soul[/u][/i] -TJ *We come back from commercial with a ring side shot of Max and Eddie. The fans behind them are going crazy, hoping to show up on TV.*
Fast.Eddie.Edison Welcome back to Wafare everyone. Up next my colleague is going to talk to “The Soul of Philly” TJ live from TJ’s house in Philadelphia. But first, let’s take a look back at what happened:
**CRACK**
McNally: What in the name of Parker is he doing out here. [/b] 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.
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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.
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…3McNally: 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.[/quote] Max.McNally And now, without further ado, “The Soul of Philly” TJ! *Just then, TJ’s head and upper body appears on the big screen. TJ is wearing a Phillies hat and a throwback, red and white Phillies jersey. TJ smiles as the crowd cheers for the now former Entertainment Champion. TJ adjust the mic on his jersey so it stays on better.* Max.McNally First off, how are you feeling TJ? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Well Max, my head is pounding like no other. Thanks to Criminal and Chris’ Super-sucker punch. Max.McNally Reports say you have a concussion, is that true? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No, actually I have concussion-like symptoms. Long-lasting headaches, some dizziness, and other symptoms. The doctor’s say I should be fine to wrestle in about two weeks. Max.McNally Well, let’s talk about what happened last week, first, what was going through your mind when Criminal attacked you and, pardon the pun, stole your Entertainment Championship? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Ouch, what the hell, who the hell, what the fuck is going on. Those where the thoughts in my head McNally. I mean you saw what happened, he came out of the crowd, hit me with a steel chair, and then had an impromptu match made for MY Entertainment title, a title he feels entitled to. He hit The Heist and ended the match there. He’s a punk, and I’ll talk more about him later. But I really want to talk about Chris. Max.McNally Exactly my next question, what followed is, well, Chris has called it a show of respect and generosity by giving you a world title opportunity after losing your Entertainment Title. The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Max, I don’t care what Chris calls it, because we all know it’s a load of Phenomenal Bullshit. What Chris did was get a bullshit win to his record. It funny, you see, because of the “three” wins Chris has over me, only one of them, I will admit to. Max.McNally Why’s that? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Well, when you beat me, fair and square, you get a measure of respect, you get the chance to hear me say, “I lost to so and so”, and Chris has only had that chance once before. You see, throughout all of Chris’ little promos last week highlighting his comments before each of our encounters, he failed to tell you how each and every one of those matches ended. You see the first one, Chris got cocky and felt that I would submit to the Drug Bust, but, Chris was a rookie then, and some times, still is one. A simple push of my legs and Chris’ shoulders were down and he was done. He was shocked and while I was “out cold, being taken out on a stretcher”, he had to accept the fact someone found the weakness to him in his third week of his career. He had to restart again, because what I did fucked EVERYTHING he had set up. Then the second time, in HPW, Chris beat me. I lost to Chris Phenomenal on May 10, 2007. That day, he was the better man. We then faced each other later that year in August and put on the best match of our rivalry. Chris was named the winner, but he “won” by putting his feet on the ropes. Then last week, after I get ambushed and lose my title, he decides to “be a good man” and put his title on the line, knowing DAMN well that I could barely stand and what happens when I actually do stand up? He throws that bitch of a move, his Superman Punch and knocks me out. He did not beat me, Criminal didn’t beat me, a steel chair beat me and took my title. AND GOD DAMN IT, I WANT THAT STEEL CHAIR NEXT WEEK! Max.McNally TJ, are you serious? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Kinda. Max.McNally Well, what do you plan on doing about Chris? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Chris knows what’s to come, he knows what’s going to happen the next time we are both in the ring. But next week, I will be at Warfare, I will be in the ring and I will call out Criminal. *The fans cheer at the announcement TJ made.* Max.McNally Well then, what do you expect to talk to him about? The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ My title and when I’m getting my rematch. And if he wants to get physical, then, we’re going to need the EMTs because, I swear to God, Budha, Moses, Allah, and whoever else you pray to, Criminal is just the tip of the iceberg of problems I have and that I will take out all of my anger out on him and take that iceberg of problems and drop it on Criminal, count on it. Max.McNally Well, thank you for your time and we look forward to seeing you next week. *We take a break from Warfare as the scene fades to black.*
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Apr 19, 2010 22:18:54 GMT -5
SEGMENT TITLE: Through the Veil of Pale Moonlight
It is a question asked more than any other by young and old alike. An age old phenomenon for which no definitive answer exists to be given. Human beings are born into life asking for answers and go to an earthly grave still without that knowledge. What happens when we die? Is there truly a divine being and holy paradise that exists to house the spirits of the righteous? Does the evil place known as hell, a realm of eternal darkness and fire, truly exist? Do we simply fade into eternal blackness as our flesh returns to the soil? These questions are inevitably asked at least once by every person that populates the world. Even the most devout of the pagan faiths would inevitably invoke the question at least once. It is only logical however, for human beings have a subconscious tendency to question that which they know is false.
One must note however that the ability to question only exists within the subconscious. For only one of pure heart and soul may hold to right to inquire of the gods, therefore no mere mortal could ever find these answers. The awake and conscious human spirit is scarred and battered by the torturous sin, therefore how is it conceivable for one tainted by evil to see the true evil? Is not their vision blinded by the likenesses that equate the human spirit to evil? The simple answer is that one cannot see anything which his sin-tainted soul does not wish to see. This is why all in the world are damned to destruction, for their belief in false idols and a synthetic messiah angers the true lord. Sinners shall never rest in the hands of an angry god, a fact which will inevitably culminate in the destruction of the spirit.
With these facts known, the question still remains unanswered: what happens when a human being passes on to the other side? The simplicity of the solution will shock and anger those who do not wish to hear it, but is the absolute truth. The simple answer is that any who are not properly assimilated with the legitimate Christ will have only eternal damnation to look forward to. Every individual spirit is brought to the altar of judgment; there is no soul exempt from the process. It is here that the great and glorious higher power shall pass his judgment and direct the spirit down one of two paths. One path is a beaten and well-worn path walked by innumerable feet, while the other is a pure and new path, barely touched by the taint of a human spirit. That is because this second path is the path to paradise, whereas the one walked by all culminates in the realm of oblivion.
When one speaks of the concept of eternity, it is an astonishingly simple process. There are only two possible ways one’s spirit may travel: to damnation or to paradise. There exists no state of flux, no middle ground, no capability to move from one to another. One will either spend eternity in a beautiful paradise or a fiery pit of despair. Ironically, the great Higher One’s job of judging is actually quite easy, for it is the individual that ultimately decides his own fate. If one submits to the power of sin and indulges in earthly desires that conflict with the word of god, he will face an eternal hell. Yet if one resists the sin and makes the tremendous sacrifice needed to find favor in the lord’s eyes, he will be given his chance to prove his worth. Should that worth be proven, he would then enter paradise. A simple philosophical equation: resisting sin added to personal sacrifice results in paradise.
Yet so few are admitted within the golden gates thanks to perennial human weakness. There are innumerable souls that face the wrath of eternal damnation thanks to their cowardice and inability to resist the harsh temptations placed before them by the wretched sin. Only those of pure spirit may come to find eternal rest within the garden of purity, therefore it is only logical that the garden’s population is of so few. The lord does not grant the essence of purity to those that focus their energies on the worship of false idols and pagan rituals. Instead, the most merciful Holy Father grants the gift of eternity to those who would make the sacrifice needed to prove their worth. It is an incredibly difficult task filled with pain and anguish. Yet at the end the great divinity holds one in his arms and takes away the pain before opening the gate to eternal paradise. Blessed is this magnificent divine being, blessed is the name of the true god!
The heartless eyes quickly open and the young one slowly rests his mentally exhausted body with soft rhythmic breaths. The meditation is intense as always, however on this night the young one simply does not feel the pain. He knows that his body is becoming immune to the torment as his soul becomes more and more purified. He knows that after the self-inflicted pain of repentance he has suffered in the past, there is no other bodily discomfort that can possibly affect his psyche. Therefore instead of striving to replenish the energy of his body, the dark one simply relaxes and lets nature do the work. A welcome change from his normal practices, the black heart relaxes and allows his energy to be restored naturally, all while basking in the glory of once again resting within the eternal warmth of god’s light.
While resting his strong and chiseled back against the wall, the evil essence known as The Scorpion slowly turns his head and begins to analyze his current setting. He rests calmly on this night, the dank and dreary abandoned warehouse providing the perfect environment for his preparations. He rests calmly in his trademark apparel, his wardrobe becoming synonymous with the purity of god. The heavy black trench coat has returned now, giving an ever so slight cushion to his back and head as he remains seated against the water-damaged concrete wall. Unlike other instances of preparing for a battle, the young one is completely calm on this night, with no worries or doubts entering into his pure mind. Truly he has seen the wisdom of the lord above in ordering his previous trials, for after what he has endured any other task asked of him seems all the more trivial.
With this air of ease, The Scorpion slowly rises to his feet now and garners a better viewpoint for judging his surroundings. He glances upon the figurative embodiment of human society, as the aged warehouse is caked with dust and filth and populated with old and rotting wooden boxes. Truly this is symbolic, for Mother Earth is currently in this state, as she is tainted by the eternal stain of sinful human feet. She is in a state of rot and decay, simply waiting for the light of god to restore her beauty and true essence. The Scorpion breaks the silence now as he begins to walk forward, the gentle thud of his feet on the concrete floor letting off a slight echo. He walks forward with focus, his destination apparently decided previously. He continues to march forward as if directed by his lord, his pace ever so slightly accelerating so that he may be faster in performing the holy will.
He finally ceases his brisk walk upon approaching a small stack of iron beams, apparently used for construction purposes. However, what is more intriguing to the young one is the sharp, gleaming sword resting on top of the iron beams. Slowly picking the blade up, The Scorpion simply stands as still as a statue and stares at the exquisite display of metal craftsmanship, the pale moonlight illuminating the warehouse through aged windows glinting brightly off of the finely polished steel. While continuing to stare at the sword he snickers and cracks a slight grin on his face, the concept of a complete smile foreign to the follower of the lord. However in spite of this he manages to show his amusement, for he knows that no human may ever inflict upon him the caliber of pain he inflicted upon himself, therefore making any attempt to wrest away his power to perform the divine will ever so laughable.
With this comforting thought in mind, The Scorpion slowly kneels and spreads his arms wide before entering into sweet and holy prayer to his beloved lord and savior…
The Scorpion: Do you hear it father? Do you hear the shrieking cries of anguish and suffering? The planet is crying to you father, crying in a twisted, enigmatic hybrid of pain and joy. Mother Earth cries in pain from her suffering, yet is joyous in knowing that I have been sent to make the pain go away. Our enemies laugh at us father, dismissing your holy messenger as an epistemological zealot; an obsessed lunatic obsessed with the idea of imparting true knowledge unto those who would listen. To them I am nothing more than a warped disciple of Dionysus, a lone individual who cannot accept his weaknesses and wishes to return to a more natural, primal state of being. Ironically, they are mostly right. I do wish to return to an earlier form, since the human life is an imperfect one that manifests into forms such as sadness and evil. I do wish to impart the true knowledge unto those worthy of admittance into the paradise. The only place they fail is in dismissing my claims as mere rhetoric and incoherent babble. But they will soon learn that the truth is inescapable, that the truth is an eternal concept unaffected by human parameters such as time and place. Grant me even greater strength my lord, for I must educate the masses. They are blinded by greed! We must illuminate the appropriate path! We must grant them their sight once again!
His prayer to the lord completed, The Scorpion calmly rises to his feet and once again resumes his hypnotic gaze upon the sword. The moonlight continues to shine through the window, so The Scorpion calmly slides his trench coat from his shoulders and lets it fall to the ground, watching a small cloud of dust rises upon its impact. The moonlight gives better insight as to how the young one is preparing for his task, as his body has become even more toned and chiseled, his muscles rippling with renewed size and vigor. It would truly be a travesty if such a physique were to be marred by mortal wounds, yet it matters not for the dark soul, for he knows that all physical wounds shall vanish upon his passage through the golden gates of a resurrected Eden.
These thoughts still flowing through his head, the dark one slowly raises the gleaming blade to eye level, carefully hold the hilt with both hands. He gazes longingly at his weapon, knowing all too well that he holds in his hands a manifestation of power that he must use to destroy solely in the name of furthering his lord and savior. With these thoughts in mind, he slowly lowers the sword and carefully holds it with his right hand before turning around and walking to another desired location within the warehouse. He walks slowly but steadily, his mind obviously focused on reaching the destination quickly to once again perform an action required of him by the lord above.
He stops his trek upon reaching a large, thin piece of sheet metal resting against a nearby wall. The metal is a stark contrast to the rest of the warehouse however, as it is untouched by dust and filth. It appears to have been heavily polished, perhaps by the young one himself, as when The Scorpion stands in front of it he sees a clear reflection of himself in the shiny metal. He slowly gazes at his reflection in the sheet metal, as if staring at the internal spirit housed within his earthly flesh. He sees not a mere mortal but instead an agent of god, a being of divine will empowered to perform the necessary actions needed to further the Grand Design.
Continuously he stares at the reflection gazing back at him via the polished metal, knowing full well the responsibility that comes with bearing such a heavenly aura. He knows that he is the one who will rectify all wrongs, the one that will make paradise arise anew so that the exiled may return home. Truly the righteous have been exiled from Eden thanks to the selfish and heretical actions of the pagans, yet it matters not to the one reflected in the metal. He sees not a religious fanatic but instead a loyal and valiant templar. The embodiment is not a psychotic sociopath but instead a pure and gentle spirit longing for Mother Earth’s pain to end. He knows that his way his true, that the lord god shall protect him no matter what the task.
With these thoughts in mind, The Scorpion slowly walks closer to the sheet metal and leans forward. He rests both arms on the wall above the metal before resting his forehead on those same arms, resulting in his eyes becoming mere inches away from the clear reflection. While gazing into that same reflection, he speaks aloud once again to his eternal savior in the skies above…
The Scorpion: Nothing will stop me father. I have no connections to the human form. I exist in a perpetual vacuum, unaffected by the normal temptations and emotions of humanity. I am a cold, emotionless machine that is programmed only to destroy. Yet fear not, for I do not begrudge this classification, rather I welcome it. I know that once paradise rises anew it will be thanks partly to my efforts. I exist to serve a greater good, a historical undertaking that could not be completed in a single human lifetime. Yet once the flesh withers and dies, the spirit shall arise with renewed vigor. I am willing to give all to an innocent world so that she may spawn paradise once again. Watch now my lord, watch as give a small sacrifice to the holy soil.
The Scorpion quickly goes silent upon completion of his message to the lord, yet does not move from his current posture. He continues to gaze at the reflection of his eyes, as if somehow non-verbally communicating with his own spirit. In the eyes he sees not a killer of innocents but a holy defender of faith ordained by the lord. He sees not a sociopathic misanthrope, but instead a faithful messenger to the holy will. The thought of never being accepted by human society cannot worry one with no attachment to the current world, therefore the dark soul can rest easy knowing that he has nothing to lose with the impending destruction of human society.
These thoughts easing his mind, The Scorpion slowly moves away from the sheet metal, taking one last look at the reflection of his soul laid bare before him. He takes this opportunity to once again survey the drab warehouse, again noting the perfect symbolism that comes with his choice of setting. For if one would simply take the time and effort to clean and organize the warehouse, it would become an effective and aesthetic-pleasing place. This same core philosophy is applied to the world, as it shall become a pure paradise once more as soon as the filth and chaos that comes with the human race is eradicated from existence.
Yet he is fully aware of the difficulty of his forthcoming task, as he knows that the pagans will retaliate in full force when their precious synthetic paradise is threatened by the most hated of enemies: the truth. It is often said that the truth will set one free. In this instance however it applies not to the people populating human society but instead to Mother Earth herself, as her true children will use the power of destiny to rid the world of its poison and finally end the cycle of pain. With the true world restored Mother Earth will thus be saved. The truth will indeed set her free.
With this, Skorp casually turns and walks toward the aged and worn door leading out of the warehouse and back into the cesspool of sin known as human society, picking up his trench coat along the way. Without a hint of hesitation he pushes the door open and exits the warehouse into the darkness of night. He walks away from the warehouse and eventually comes upon some grass. Once at the grass, he calmly drops to his knees and holds the sword across his lap. Remaining in this odd posture, he quickly speaks once again.
The Scorpion: Behold my gift to an injured planet. It is but a small source of comfort, but know that the will of god shall bring greater levels of easement. Allow me to restore a brief sliver of purity to you. Drink and quench thy thirst for purity…
This bizarre statement completed, The Scorpion then performs a nearly insane action as he takes the sharp sword and cuts an enormous gash in his left arm! The young fanatic winces in pain as the steel cuts through his flesh, the individual muscle fibers snapping like the strings of a destroyed harp. While gritting his teeth, The Scorpion now holds his arm forward and watches as his blood drips onto the grass below. He continues watching the rhythmic droplets splash upon the blades of grass, providing moisture to be absorbed by the roots. While this occurs there is a decided change in the dark soul’s demeanor, as he becomes calm and complacent, almost as if he knows that he is doing his part to heal a wounded world.
Eventually, the blood coagulates and ceases to flow, indicating the time to cease the ritual and return to his mission. The Scorpion calmly picks up the sword, now covered in blood, and makes certain to carry it in his left hand, despite the weight of the blade causes more strain on the wound. Despite this, he shows no sign of discomfort as he turns and slowly walks away. He continues on without ever looking back, focused only on his task ahead as he disappears into the seemingly eternal darkness of the night…
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Apr 19, 2010 22:20:52 GMT -5
XS3 vs. Scorpion (TJ) Returning from break, XS3 and Scorpion are circling the ring as the bell rings, starting the match between the two men. They lock up in the middle, XS3 uses his 2 inch advantage and locks Scorpion in a headlock. Scorpion pushes XS3 into the corner and starts to punch him in the gut. Scorpion then begins to do varies of Muay Thai kicks before XS3 grabs his right leg and throws Scorpion away from him. XS3 then goes on the offensive, putting Scorpion in various holds, wearing down the mysterious man. Mark works on the lower back. Towards the end of the match, XS3 signals for the Closet Moment, but as he lifts Scorpion, Scorpion shifts his weight to a side and hits a Over-head Belly-to-Belly of his own. Scorpion then has the momentum in his corner. As Scorpion went for a Lament of Innocence, XS3 dropped down behind Scorpion, backed up and measured Scorpion for a Shadow Step and as Scorpion turned around, XS3 charged. But as XS3’s shoulder met Scorpion’s abdomen, Scorpion wrapped his arms around XS3’s sternum and lifted him up into position and he hit The Eliminator. Scorpion covered XS3 for the victory. Winner: Scorpion |
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Apr 19, 2010 22:23:46 GMT -5
Buddy Ghee
The scene opens in the usual place. The loner Buddy Ghee is standing with Charlotte King, waiting to be interviewed.
Charlotte King: Alright, as always, here with Buddy Ghee. So, you're in a four-way match for the number 20 spot in ACW's Fallen Heroes. What is your feeling going into this possibly career altering match? You'll have a huge advantage, as you'll be the last to enter, so you'll have to deal with the fewest number of contestants. Any worries? Any particular strategy?
Buddy Ghee: Well, look who's interested in hearing the Great Buddy Ghee's opinion. Finally comin' around, huh?
Charlotte: Well, I-
Buddy Ghee: Shut up. People wanna hear Buddy Ghee, future entrant 20 in Fallen Heroes. It's about damn time someone actually realized how great I am. I mean that shit they pulled with pitting me against Barry-
Charlotte: Gary.
Buddy Ghee: - Gary... He stares down Charlotte. Don't you correct me, I'll knock the taste outta your mouth. So now I have a chance to get into Fallen Heroes, but Gate, it don't matter. I'm still gonna break it up, twenty, one, don't matter, and if I get knocked outta the ring, I'm takin' all these suckas with me. The only thing in my way is those other three in the ring. I got me a plan, but I ain't revealing it, for obvious reasons.
Charlotte: Of course. Now, the big buzz around is that Criminal has just reclaimed the Entertainment Title on last weeks edition of Warfare. Being that you're in the Entertainment scene, what is your opinion on the change.
Buddy Ghee: 'S good. Real good. See, I was looking over my future in this business, and one of my big milestones is getting the strap...
Charlotte: But Buddy, you recently said that you didn't care if you got the title. Just as long as you got to beat people up.
Buddy Ghee: I did. Thing is that I saw that the easiest way to bust heads and prove that I'm the best is to get farther up, which is why I want the title, it's the simplest way. But lemme get back to my point. I looked at where I was headed and saw that that strap was my next stop. I looked at TJ and said "Huh. If I challenge now, I might not be ready." But then Criminal comes in, and I'm all like "oh shit, I'm on my way!"
Charlotte: Buddy, Criminal is still a th-
Buddy Ghee: Don't gimmie none of that jive. I lost my little respect for him once I saw how he got the title. "'Sup bitch, like that title? Yeah? Well fuck you, I'm brainin' you with this chair from behind, and takin' it away from you." Criminal's nothin' but a wimp. A scrub. I'll be challenging him once I'm the last man standing.
Charlotte: Alright, one more question. Buddy, you've been on your own ever since you got into ACW. It's not exactly easy to make it in ACW alone. Have you made any alliances, front stage, back stage, since you entered, and if not, have you been looking for one?
Buddy Ghee: Not so far, and I ain't been lookin'. I came from the Land O' Darkness, where you on your own, like it or not. I'll live. Besides, you think people could handle workin' with the Baddest Mutha in the Business? Hell no.
Charlotte: Alright, thank you Buddy Ghee.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Apr 19, 2010 22:25:41 GMT -5
Segment: The Future is Now Credit: Theodore Wellington ACW fans are being treated with the special “Fallen Heroes” preview Warfare and they love every minute of it. As they await the rest of the nights action, the lights start to go dim. They slowly turn to black and a gold spotlight is all that is left on the ramp. “My Time” by Fabolous comes on the speakers and everyone wonders what is going on. As they try to figure out what this is, Theodore Wellington is raised up from under the ramp, directly into the spotlight holding is Money Lifetime Achievement Award above his head. A wall of gold fireworks goes up and he burst through on the other side and heads down the ramp.
The spotlight follows Theodore down the ramp as he slowly swaggers his way to the ring. He is wearing gold and black tights that has a “$” on the back. He climbs up the ring steps and wipes his feet on the apron before ducking under the ropes. He goes and grabs a mic and returns to the center of the ring as the lights return to normal. Theodore Wellington:
How about that for an entrance?? That fans let out boo’s to let Theodore know exactly what they think about him and his entrance. Theodore loves every minute of it as he continues to talk.Theodore Wellington:
You know, most people would be mad at the jeers from you people after dropping so much money into such an elegant entrance; I however, could care less. You want to know why? Because just like the music states, it is MY time here in ACW. The age of Theodore Wellington is rapidly approaching and there is not a damn thing anyone can do to stop it. Tonight, I was supposed to have a match with Criminal inside a steel cage, but that match was put on hold for a much bigger reason. Before I move onto that, I would like to touch on the subject of Criminal. The new Entertainment Champion. Wow, just when you think things couldn’t get any worse, the title goes to a half assed wrestler that barely passes for a human being. Do not worry though ACW, because one day soon, before Criminal has a chance to realize what is going on, I will take the ET Title from him. He takes his hands and makes a belt motion around his waist with a smile on his face. Theodore Wellington:
Let’s get back to tonight though. Tonight, starts the journey that ends with me being ACW Champion. Tonight, you will see a match that’s will pit me vs. Trace Birmingham vs. Buddy Ghee vs. Adrian Baird. Never in my life have I been in a match with such no names. What did they do? Put all the useless names they could find into a lottery and that’s what came out. Well whatever they did, I don’t care..I know that my chance of going 4-0 and securing my number twenty spot at Fallen Heroes is inevitable. Once I get the number twenty spot, I will stroll into Fallen Heroes and win the battle royal to obtain my dream…Headlining Omega Effect and winning the ACW Championship. It doesn’t matter if it’s Chris Phenomenal or Danny Mainer, because it is My Time. He drops the mic and goes to leave but before he can “Burn in My Light” by Mercy Drive blasts on the speakers and the lights go out. Strobe lights start beating with gold and purple flashes and the fans now know who it is and they start cheering uncontrollably. Logan Locke burst onto the ramp and the fans are standing up cheering now. Logan runs down to the ring slapping five with every fan he can before sliding underneath the ropes and into the ring. He stands on the turnbuckle as the camera flashes light up the arena. He jumps down and pulls a mic out of the back of his pants as the lights are back on. Logan waits for the fans to die down.Logan Locke:
Hello ACW! Wow it has been a while since I have put ACW on LOOOOOCKE DOWN! The fans stand and cheer at hearing the now famous line. Logan smiles and looks at TheodoreLogan Locke:
I just love looking around and seeing so many loving faces here in AC… Theodore Wellington:
Yeah yeah, love dovey, you love the fans…they love you. Now what the hell are you doing out here. Logan Locke:
I’m sorry pal, I didn’t catch your name… Theodore Wellington:
I am Theodore Wellington Logan Locke:
OH I’ve heard of you Theodore, you’re in the crazy band with Alvin and Simon right? The Chipmunks? The crowd has a laugh with Logan but Wellington does not seem impressed.Logan Locke:
Loosen up buddy..we are just having fun! I came out here to give you some words of advice. You see when I started in ACW many years ago I was just like you. Young, cocky, thought I could do what I wanted with no consequences. But you know what? It wasn’t until I lost my attitude, starting having fun, that my career took off. Theodore Wellington:
Lost your attitude? The only thing you lost is your career old man.
Logan Locke:
They weren’t lying about you. You are one hell of a trash talker. But tell you what, let’s see if we can knock some of that out of you. I think I have one more match left in me. ..
Theodore Wellington:
What is with you old timers and saying that? You guys are coming from everywhere at the wrong times to wrestle me! Why?
Logan Locke:
Maybe because we remember what it was like starting out..maybe we were on the same destructive path as you. Maybe its about cleansing ourselves of our demons from the past. Or maybe I just wanna kick your ass!
Theodore Wellington:
You know Mr. Locke…You come back next week and I will gladly teach you a lesson. Tonight I have to focus on my destiny…a destiny that has no time for you.
Logan Locke:
I can understand that..I’ll be back though Ted.
He puts out his hand for Theodore to shake but as soon as Theodore puts out his hand Logan smacks him straight across the face. The crowd cheers as Theodore slowly turns his face back towards Logan only now his face is beat red. As soon as they are face to face..Logan slaps the other side of his face. Theodore runs at him but the ref get in the way. Theodore tells the ref he is giving Logan the match so the ref goes to ring the bell. As soon the ref turns his back to tell the bell keeper to start the match, Theodore runs and rails Logan in the chest with his trophy. While Locke is bent over Theodore smashes him in the back of the head sending him crashing to the mat. The bell rings and the ref turns back around just a second short of catching Theodore. He rolls over Logan..
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The crowd boo’s as they watch Theodore Wellington screw over another ACW fan favorite. Theodore goes out of the ring and picks up a chair to bring back in the ring. When we returns..Logan is climbing to his feet. He quickly grabs Logan and plants him to the mat with a Money-Shot! He then takes the chair and opens it to put the legs of the chairs on opposite sides of Logan’s neck. He climbs the turnbuckle and to the disgust of all watching he jumps off the turnbuckle, planting his knees on the end of the chair. As soon as he hits, Logan’s throat is crushed and blood immediately spews out. Medics rush the ring as Theodore Wellington picks up his trophy and looks down at Locke while holding up 4 finger signaling is 4-0 record. “My Time” plays on the speakers and Theodore backs up the ramp..never taking his eyes of the damage he did as the scene fades. |
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Apr 19, 2010 22:27:32 GMT -5
Mainer vs. Gary (Credit: Mainer) Running short on time, returning from commercial, Gary and Mainer are in the ring as well.Danny Mainer: ”Hey Gary, want twenty dollars?”Gary: “Are you my mommy?” BOOM! Mainer leapt up and hit the Straight Flush cracking Gary’s nose open in the process. Gary bounced back and hit the deck as Mainer quickly scored the pin. 1. 2. 3. Following the pin in what can only be described as an act of madness, Mainer decided to do something that you’d expect out of A.C. Evan’s playbook. Taking the delirious Gary he stole an office stapler from the commentary desk and proceeded the twenty dollar bill to Gary’s forehead to the disgust of the audience. Mainer, in absolute livid fury then bounced off the ropes and damn-near blew Gary’s skull off his head with a Low Angle Big Boot to the kneeling Gary. With the twenty dollars stuck safely to his skull Mainer was safe in the knowledge that Gary would have another injury to add to his list.Winner (and entering the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal): Danny Mainer |
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