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Post by Kim Jong CP on Apr 26, 2010 21:45:05 GMT -5
Submissions MatchRyan Cole vs. The Red Panther Last week, Ryan Cole made his debut and absolutely decimated Alex Trixer. This week he must step up his game as he takes on The Red Panther. Going against him as well is the fact that the stipulation, a submission match, fits right into the Flying Armbar of The Red Panther. Will the newcomer be able to tame Panther, or will he submit just like so many before him.Hardcore MatchBuddy Ghee vs. Gary Last week, Gary lost his spot in the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal to Danny Mainer. This week, he gets the chance to unleash his frustrations on Buddy Ghee in a hardcore match, as well as avenge one of his many defeats. For Buddy, it's all about sending a message.Main Events ACW ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPIONSHIPSteel Cage MatchCriminal (C) vs. Theodore Wellington Criminal stole the title from TJ, but this week he's forced to take on the richest man in ACW, Theodore Wellington. Last week Theodore won the right to enter Fallen Heroes at number twenty, and now he wants to enter with the Entertainment around his waist. Will Theodore achieve his goal, or will Criminal protect his title.Secondary Main Event TBA on show.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Apr 26, 2010 21:48:13 GMT -5
The show opens to the rolling video package, a high arching shot over Cowboys Stadium, sight of Fallen Heroes on Sunday. We then shoot into the arena, the high pan of the crowd and then McNally and Edison who run down the card, and last weeks event. We cut to footage of Criminal vs. Theodore Wellington in one half of the main event, running down their feud before coming back in to the music of Samuel Hawthorne who appears to be opening our show.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Apr 26, 2010 21:50:30 GMT -5
Tonight’s Main EventChris Phenomenal and Danny Mainer
As Chairman Hawthorne’s music fills the arena the crowd rises to their feet to greet the chairman. In his short time in charge of ACW he has earned their respect, putting on quality cards every show. As he ducks into the ring he grabs a microphone, wasting little time with pandering to the fans as he begins to address them.Chairman Hawthorne: First, let me welcome each and everyone of you too Monday Night Warfare. It is because of your continued to support that ACW is heading into it’s seventh year showing no signs of stopping. But that is not why I am out here, instead, I need to address a few members of our ACW Roster, so would Danny Mainer and then Chris Phenomenal come out here. Neither wrestler is great with following orders but as Cherry Cola begins to play, Danny Mainer dutifully comes out to cheers from the Dallas faithful. He acknowledges them as he slides into the ring and poses atop the rope. The erstwhile Chairman looks on, confounded slightly, disapproving of his antics last week by sneaking his way into the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal, yet knowing fully he is one of the top merchandise movers. As Danny hops off and turns towards the chairman he gets a microphone from Phillip Jones as Cherry Cola cuts out.Chairman Hawthorne: Now Danny, I know your time is as precious of mine so I’m going to get straight to the point. Before I call Chris down here, I need to address your entrance to the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal. Now, under no such circumstances should you have been allowed to enter, nor should Chris Phenomenal for that matter but that is in the past. As the contract has been signed you are legally obligated to compete. That said, I can make your path to the top more difficult, something I will take full advantage of. Considering Chris has already made my job easier where he’s concerned, entering himself at number one, Danny, I’m forcing you to enter the match second. Danny looks at the Chairman before cracking a smile and then bursting out into an uproar of laughter. He takes a minute to calm himself down as Hawthorne looks on confused. Eventually getting his emotions under control, Mainer looks square at the head of ACW.Danny Mainer: You’re fuckin’ serious mate? Punishment, number two? Come on, I’m Danny Mainer…King of the World! You want a punishment, fill the ring with sharks or Thunderkiss, having to carry that man on my back for so long, it’s a wonder I can still walk. But number two, with Chris Phenomenal number one as a punishment. I ought to thank you and offer to not accept a salary this month, not that it’d make a difference. Not only do I get too take Chris’ title belt, but knock him out of Fallen Heroes…
: Oh really? With that, the smug face of Chris Phenomenal appears on the AlphaTron, looking down at “his kingdom.”Chris Phenomenal: You really think you can beat me Danny? As far as I’m concerned you’re a wash up, in fact, let me show you what I found the other day on google.The screen blips out and is instead replaced with an image.The screen blips back to Chris Phenomenal.Chris Phenomenal: I didn’t believe it at first but after a few tries couldn’t believe how fuckin’ accurate google is. If you think you can defeat me once, let alone twice Danny you’re sorely mistaken.Danny Mainer: I’ve kicked your ass as many times as I’ve kicked George Washington’s cracker jack. Like I said before, I’ve beaten you, you’ve not beaten me. You’re nowhere near my league Chris and at Fallen Heroes I’m going to prove it.As Chris looks down at Danny, ready to retort Chairman Hawthorne interjects himself.Chairman Hawthorne: I’m sure you two could fly away in a balloon with all the hot air you’re speaking but I’m not here to watch a flying race. I’m here for wrestling and considering Chris, that you’re going to sit in the back their, I may as well announce I’m fining you one weeks pay for insubordination before I announce tonight’s main event. Chris chuckles to himself. Between the champions bonus, his bloated contract signed under the Gingerdude reign and rising sponsorship opportunities every week, one weeks pay is beans to Chris.Chairman Hawthorne: Moving on, I’ve decided that considering the two of you like to buck trends, I’m going to do the same. You see, in our secondary main event tonight we’re going to have ourselves a handicap match. It’s going to be the two of you, taking on five other men who can apply in my office for the opportunity. If any of them pick up the victory, they will replace the loser in the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal and to keep with the special theme for this evening, it’s going to be with no rules whatsoever. Anything and everything goes. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a show to supervise. And with that, before any protests could be heard the Chairman begins his ascent to the back, ducking out of the ring and heading up the entrance ramp as his theme plays and we cut to our first commercial break of the evening.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Apr 26, 2010 21:52:13 GMT -5
It’s Funny How We Keep Running Into Each Other…..NOT[/i][/u] -TJ and Chris Phenomenal *As we return from commercial, we see Chris Phenomenal walking towards the exit of the arena with his bag over his shoulder. As he approaches the exit, the door opens revealing…..* [/i] Chris Phenomenal: Really? Are you fucking kidding me? TJ, get the fuck out of my way.*Yes, none other than the thorn in Chris’ side, “The Soul of Philly” TJ, stood in the door way. *The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Or what? You’ll “knock me out” again? Really, I find it funny how you tend to make a name off me but you never give the full details. Chris Phenomenal: What details are there? You lost your title, I gave you a shot at my title later in the night, I knocked you out with my Superman Punch. Wham bam, thank-you mam.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Maybe the details that I lost my title after getting jumped, that you “gave” me that title shot immediately after getting jumped? Those details seem important to a few people, Chris. Chris Phenomenal: Just be happy that you got a world title shot. It took me almost a year to get my first title shot, it took you 3 months to get yours.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I don’t care what the official record says, that “title shot” really wasn’t a title shot. It was a cheap way for you to say you own another victory over me. Chris Phenomenal: Speaking of that record, what did that match make it? Three wins for me and one for you?The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No, it’s still one to one. Chris Phenomenal: Oh TJ, get over it. I beat you three times.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No, the ropes beat me before ECF ended and two weeks ago, Criminal beat me, not you. Chris Phenomenal: One day, TJ, you’ll have to leave your world and enter the real world. Now, get your punk ass out my way. I don’t need to be here anymore.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You know it’s a sad thing when your champion is the first to leave a show. Chris Phenomenal: TJ, you’ve never had a world championship, I have everyone on my back. The longer I stay here, the more likely I get jumped and get hurt. Wouldn’t you love to get another shot at me?The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You don’t care about me. Like I said, you’ve always been a coward. You’re afraid if Mainer or anyone came up to you and a brawl started out, you’d be screwed because you know you’re a fake. Chris Phenomenal: Am I fake? TJ, take a look around, I’m the ACW World Champion, you’re not even a champion and you still talk like you’re the greatest ever.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No, I don’t. The only reason why it sounds like that to you is because you have your head so far up your ass that you can’t see that you’re as good as me. Chris Phenomenal: Three and one TJ. Three and one.The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You know what, I have some problems I have to attend to tonight, ones that at this point in time, are more important than trying to convince you that you are a fraud and a coward. I suggest you stick around and watch how it’s really done. Chris Phenomenal: Watch what?The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ How a wrestler acts. *TJ takes his stuff and walks right by Chris, who turns around and looks at TJ then takes another look at the door as it shuts. Chris then takes his stuff and walks back, not towards the exit.* [/center]
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Apr 26, 2010 21:55:47 GMT -5
Ryan's Unnamed Segments of Death!!! Ryan Cole
We cut to the back where Charlotte King is walking through the corridor before she comes to a certain door with the nameplate “Ryan Cole”
“This is it, c’mon guys”
She walks into the room and sees a surprisingly plain locker room with just dull grey walls void of any decoration, doesn’t seem to fit the Cole’s chara-
Ryan: It’s rude to enter someone’s room without knocking.
Ryan speaks without stopping the stretches he’s performing, neglecting to even look at his visitors
King: Sorry, but I just want to ask you a couple of questions-
Ryan: Me first
King: What?
Ryan: Well you just waltzed on in to my room so I’d expect that you would at least introduce yourself.
King: I’m Charlotte King, I’m –
Cole finally turns to face Charlotte
Ryan: Ah! Ms. King. Alright then, ask your questions.
King: Are you going to keep interrupting m-
Ryan: Probably.
King: Ugh. First off let me just ask, last week you made your debut dominating Alex Trixer but I have to ask why were you so ruthless, what drove you to do what you did what makes you think that what you did was necessary?
Ryan: Necessary? I’d defiantly say what I did was necessary simply because of one fact, you’re asking me this question. It was necessary because now a week later, it’s still stuck in your mind, you still remember it, and that is the main point.
King: Are you so obsessed with being remembered that what you did was justifiable to you?
Ryan: I would have thought that that would be obvious Ms. King.
She goes to speak but he cuts her off getting right in her face
Ryan: I’ll do anything
King: Why? Why? Is it so important to you?
Ryan: All in good time Madam, however I’m afraid that this our time is up and I have a match to get to.
King: About your match.
Cole hangs his head and sighs
Ryan: A man could grow to dislike such persistence Ms. King
King: Do you think you can beat the Red Panther in a submissions match? He’s known for his devastating Flying Armbar submission; this stipulation seems to play against you.
Ryan: I’m not exactly a stranger to submissions myself or weren’t you watching last week? But you’re right Panther is known for that armbar but do not try and boil down a match to just one move, because for me a match isn’t about how I’m going to win, it’s about how much of a message I can send. I did it last week and tonight I’m going to tame the Panther and send another message and I’ll keep doing it until there is no one in this arena that doesn’t know my name, my face, my skill.
And Ms. King you can remember that.
Now I’m sure you remember where the door is. Goodbye Charlotte.
King: But I have mo-
Cole moves to the other side of the room and returns to the stretches, Charlotte goes to speak again but drops he shoulders in defeat and shaking her head leaves the room
Ryan: I’m sure you do have more questions Ms. King, and I’ll be sure to make sure that you’ll have plenty to ask about.
Plenty to remember.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Apr 26, 2010 22:00:49 GMT -5
Ryan Cole vs. The Red Panther (Jason Freeman)
Ryan Cole decimated Alex Trixier last week, but this week is competition is a bit tougher in The Red Panther. Cole’s enforcer Cambell makes his presence known outside the ring, and after last week, Panther has to know that he has to watch out for not one man but two. This is a submission match and both of these men use submission holds, so this one promises to be interesting. Panther walks in slowly, seeing last week how vicious Ryan Cole can be, and not wanting to get in too fast and get hit by the first shot. Panther inches closer, getting ready to strike, when Cole throws a punch, which Panther dodges, and then Panther is in with quick elbows to the face, and a nice kick to the midsection. Panther then dodges one more strike, and hits an arm drag on Cole. Cole gets to his feet quickly but Panther runs in and grabs for the arm, trying to get some shots in on it but Cole elbows Panther before backing him into the ropes, and shooting him forward. Panther rebounds only to run right into a shoulderblock from Cole. Cole attempts to capitalize but Panther scoots to his feet, using some more of his kickboxing style to avoid Cole and land some more strikes. The beginning is very slow with Panther hitting shots and dodging before Cole finally sees an opening, dodging a strike and nailing Panther with a HARD European uppercut. Panther gets up a bit shakily, but is instantly chop blocked to the ground and now Cole has control.
For the next bit, Cole tries to keep Panther down on the ground, trying to weaken him. There are no pinfalls in this match, and so all he can hope to do is soften him up for the Dragon clutch. Cole does control him with some brutal offense, keeping him grounded, and slowing the pace down with chinlocks, and stomps, but Panther manages to escape at one point. Cole goes for a vertical suplex but Panther escapes over his back, bouncing off the ropes. Cole goes for a heel kick but Panther ducks under it, and rebounds off the ropes hitting a headscissors! Cole gets up quickly only to be brought back down with a leg sweep. The fans cheer on Panther as he grabs the arm of a rising Cole, and begins elbowing it stiffly, trying to weaken it for the flying armbar clearly, and Cole knows this as well, as he tries to escape, and manages but Panther has gotten some momentum and despite Cole trying to regain control Panther hits a nice DDT, before stomping a couple of times on the arm of Cole, before Cole can escape outside the ring.
As the match goes on both men work on the body parts of the other, and as the match nears it’s close, it has been relatively even, though perhaps Cole was in control longer, and was a bit more vicious with his offense. At one point Panther grabs for Cole’s arm, but Cole escapes, and goes behind him hitting an inverted DDT. Cole takes a moment to recuperate before going for the dragon clutch but Panther escapes that as well. As the match nears its close the pace quickens, and Panther goes for the pele only for Cole to quickly dodge the kick, and as Panther lands, Cole pounces and puts him in an Indian deathlock! The fans react as this is the first significant submission of the match but Panther manages to get himself to the ropes, before he has to give up. Panther stands up slowly, and Cole waits for him, before trying to hit him with a hard clothesline, but Panther dodges, and grabs Cole putting him an abdominal stretch causing the crowd to go crazy again! But Cole is able to reverse the hold spinning Panther over his back and to the ground, and Panther gets up right into a heel kick.
The heel kick seemed to have sealed the match for Cole, as he instantly got vicious with hard stomps, and then lifted up Panther hitting him with an arm trap neckbreaker as Panther attempted to hit him. Cole waits a bit staring down at him before attempting to put him in a cobra clutch style camel clutch but Panther struggles to get away, which seems to amuse Cole, who puts him down, and waits for him to stand. Panther gets up slowly with his back facing Cole, before jumping with the pele out of nowhere and it connects! Cole stumbles backwards and leans against the turnbuckle, as a weary Panther gets up. Cole is weak but manages to use his strength to run out of the turnbuckle after a couple of seconds…right into a flying armbar! The crowd reacts loudly to the move, and Panther wrenches it hard, hoping to take out the newcomer in his second match…but Ryan Cole, though he writhes and claws at the ground, does not want to tap tonight. Cole is just able to get to the ropes just as it looked like he’d tap! Panther tries to get up, exhausted from the effort of trying to put all his energy into the submission, and then turns to grab at Cole again, only for Cole to fall back and pull Panther forward into the turnbuckle. Panther hits it hard, and Cole gets up quickly. Panther turns around right into the Manebreaker!
The move plants Panther hard, and Cole lies there breathing heavily. This was a tougher match, but it’s no doubt now that he’s got him. Cole rolls over, and grabs Panther and puts him in the dragon cluch, and it is not long before Panther taps, no energy left at all.
Phillip: Here is your winner, Ryan Cole!
Ryan Cole stands up, after a tough match, but a successful one. There is no doubt he caught people’s eyes tonight with his tough offense, his endurance, and his quick brutality. Tonight he turned some heads, and he did indeed make an impact.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Apr 26, 2010 22:03:03 GMT -5
Segment: Further Negotiations (Credit: Freeman)
As usual, Hawthorne is hard at work. There is seldom a time when he ISN’T hard at work. But it takes hard work to get success, and if Hawthorne cares about anything, it’s success. He has certainly managed to be successful in life, and it had not come easy. He had struggled to get where he is now, but recently he has felt on top. He has been focusing on bringing ACW back up from the hole it had fallen into towards the end of Ginger’s leadership. Perhaps some people were not so happy with him. After all, he ran things a bit more harshly than the previous chairman, but that was how he worked. He was not an easy man to get along with, and some would even consider him a bit “power crazy”. But he considers himself nothing but tough, and one has to be tough. There’s a reason that he’s the boss. And so he continues his work.
He is so hard at work in fact, that when the door opens, he doesn’t even hear it. It is not until the man approaches his desk and speaks that Hawthorne is even aware of his presence.
Freeman: Well, hello again.
And Hawthorne looks up, slightly startled on the inside, but not showing it.
Hawthorne: Ah…what a – pleasant –surprise.
Hawthorne’s sarcasm is not exactly hidden, but this doesn’t bother Freeman who takes a seat. For a while Freeman merely looks up, looking around the office as if he is particularly interested in his surroundings, though most likely he is just stalling for time. Hawthorne is of course no stranger to negotiation tactics. Nobody who has made it as far as Hawthorne has in life has a problem with reading people, and while Freeman can be harder to read than most one thing is clear here. He’s keeping Hawthorne waiting. Allowing him to show that he is only going to speak when he’s good and ready to speak. Hawthorne once again finds himself angry at the disrespect he feels from Freeman but he can’t exactly accuse him of insubordination as Freeman has yet to say very much.
Freeman is indeed stalling. He obviously knows that Hawthorne isn’t going to be intimidated by him. Hawthorne is fairly intimidating in his own right, though Freeman is not affected. Freeman does not get intimidated by anyone because he always feels in control. Right now is no different and his pause is made deliberately so that Hawthorne KNOWS Freeman feels in control. In any case, Freeman doesn’t want to rush in. Success is in the delivery. It's all about word choice, and saying the right things at the right times. And Freeman is an expert in that field.
Freeman:May I skip the formalities or must I explain my presence?
Hawthorne: Something tells me I know what it’s related to.
Freeman: Ah, good. Then I suppose we can skip to it. This weekend is the Fallen Heroes battle royal, and as you certainly know I will be taking part in it.
Hawthorne: Yes, Freeman, I do know that.
Freeman: Excuse me, but can you take out that contract you signed for me a while back?
Hawthorne glares at Freeman, and takes out that contract. It has sat in his desk drawer for two months now, and still it weighs heavily on his conscience. It’s not that he feels guilty, but worried. Worried about what Freeman really intends to do with this, and why he needed this signed. He knew the day would come when Freeman would come to reap its benefits, and he had a feeling that when it happened the results could be catastrophic.
Freeman watches as Hawthorne reaches into the drawer, and his eyes focus on that contract. Just a couple of pieces of paper, but so much power lie in them. So much power. The very existence of the contract is power, and Freeman knows that based on the look on Hawthorne’s face as he pulls it out. Desperate men do desperate things, and come to regret them later. And Freeman knows that Hawthorne has had plenty of time to regret his decision.
Hawthorne: I believe this is the item in question.
Freeman: Yes…
And Freeman reaches his hand out, and Hawthorne hands it over.
Freeman holds it up to his eyes, flicking through the pages, his face expressionless.
Freeman: I’m sure you knew this day would come.
Hawthorne: Of course I did, and if I had any reservations about signing this then you can rest assured that I would not have signed this. I have never made a decision in my life that I regret, Freeman.
Freeman: I don’t recall insinuating that you did. Interesting.
For a second, Hawthorne wonders whether he had revealed some of his inner doubts about this, but then realizes that even if he had Freeman surely knew that they were there anyways. The two of them were playing a constant game of cat and mouse, both hiding their feelings from the others knowing full well that the other knows them anyways. But that’s just the rules of the game. Freeman has a trump card, but Hawthorne makes the rules. He is the rules. And there is no beating the rules.
Freeman for his part, is thinking much the same as Hawthorne. Freeman knows that his last line was effective as he sees the flash in Hawthorne’s eyes. Freeman knows also that the game shall continue, but while Hawthorne has the handicap in the form of his chairman position, in the end cunning wins out. And Freeman has the brains, even if Hawthorne has the power.
So the two men sit, both thinking they have the absolute advantage over the other, and both staring into the other’s stoic eyes.
Hawthorne: What I DO want to know, Freeman, is what made you request this in the first place? It has been on my mind.
Freeman: Hm…I suppose you’ll have to wait to find out.
Hawthorne: And I also would like to know why you chose now of all times to ask for it.
Freeman: Because…boss…I am considering utilizing the benefits this contract has provided me. And I am thinking about doing so extremely soon.
Suddenly there's a pause, as Freeman puts a hand to his chin.
Freeman: Unless…
Hawthorne: Unless?
Freeman: Hmm…
This pause is so deliberate it is almost laughable. So this is where Freeman was going, Hawthorne thinks to himself. Here comes his big play, he has put his hand on the chess piece and is about to make his move, and Hawthorne sits alert, ready to see what it may be.
Freeman: You know…this may be a legal contract. But if we both were to agree to disregard it, I suppose we can make believe this never existed, right?
Hawthorne: I suppose so.
Freeman: And I also suppose that that would be good for you, wouldn’t it? After all, I know you’ve never made a decision you regret, but surely this is frowned upon? After all…you made a very desperate choice and there will be those who will frown upon it. Because if I was to use this…there’s no telling what may happen, now is there?
Hawthorne: I’m not sure I follow you, and as you requested earlier how about we skip the formalities? You walk in my office and I see right through you, Freeman. I know what you are. You’re a snake. Don’t think that you are fooling me with your prepared statements, your carefully placed pauses, and your cunning transitions. You see, I have dealt with those such as you, and I have always ended up on top. That is why I am your boss, and you are sitting at that side of the desk. So before you attempt to carry this on any further than it needs to be carried, how about you come out with it before I eject you from this office.
Freeman: Hm. Interesting. Well, my point is that it would be very easy for me to erase this contract. You see, I won’t lie, as I can see you can “see right through me” can you not? And I think you’re starting to grasp it, right? You know what happened. You know how I planned to use this, and you know that things changed, and so it remained in your drawer. But you know HOW I was going to use it, don’t you? And you know that you would have gotten in quite a bit of a hitch if I had done so. And you know that I can still find use of it in the future, but now you have an idea of what it may be for, and why I may have wanted it in the first place, and suddenly you're not feeling so good about the whole situation. But I would like to confirm that your suspicions very likely are correct.
Hawthorne: I had figured as much.
Freeman: And understand that now I am giving you a little offer. I’ll rip this contract up right here and now…if you give me one thing.
Hawthorne: And what would that be?
Freeman: Take a guess.
A pause, and the two look at each other once more, as Hawthorne realizes what it is that Freeman is talking about.
Freeman: I’ll let you think about it, but I’ll be back, Hawthorne. And when I COME back, we’ll discuss this in greater detail. But perhaps it’ll be better this way. You repay your debt and I go on my way. Our dealings would be over.
Hawthorne: …
Freeman: Hmph. Well then, I shall be seeing you soon.
Hawthorne: Freeman.
Freeman: Yes?
Hawthorne: You brought your side out into the open, so I will bring out my side. You managed to take advantage of me at a bad time and for two months you have held it over my head. You walk into my office dripping with disrespect and I let it go, Freeman. Because I want this over with. But when it is? You will have a problem with me. You see, I am your boss, and this ends soon. And when it’s over, we shall see how confident you remain. Now get the hell out of my office.
Freeman: Don’t you worry. I’m out.
And then Freeman is gone. Hawthorne continues to watch the door deep in thought, having an idea of what Freeman wants of him. He takes another look at the contract and grimaces at it, banging his fist down on the table.
Outside the room, Freeman listens next to the door, a smirk on his face, and a gleam in his eyes.
Fade.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Apr 26, 2010 22:03:49 GMT -5
Or Don’t, That’s Cool Too[/u][/i] -TJ *As Warfare returns, we hear Wanted Man playing over the PA system. The fans begin to cheer as TJ walks out from the back, wearing his TJ t-shirt and jeans. He smiles as he stops at the top of the ramp to stare out to the crowd. He walks down to the ring and walks up the steel stairs and enters over the top rope. He walks over to the corner and climbs to the top and throws his arms into the air as the fans cheer. He hops down and walks to the center of the ring and paces around while his music fades out. He pulls a mic from out of his back pocket.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Man, oh man. No matter how many times I come out here to talk, it seems the reaction you guys give me is louder every time.
*Some cheap pops from the crowd.*
Max.McNally That’s true, it does seems like that doesn’t it Eddie?
Fast.Eddie.Edison I guess.
*TJ quiets the crowd as he puts the mic to his mouth*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Shhhhh. Look, I have something that I think you should all hear. Now two weeks ago, I was ambushed by Criminal and he stole my title. Now I couldn’t think of a different word that would hold the same meaning, hold the same weight, so no, no pun intended. Then Chris felt like being a prick and gave me a chance at his title when I was down because he knew he would win, he knew that if I had that opportunity when I was 100%, he knew he would lose that title. But I spoke enough about Chris last week and I said I would come down and address Criminal. So, Criminal, walk your ass down here now.
*The fans boo as Criminal by Eminem begins to play, but no one comes out.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Criminal, do you want to come out so I can tell you to your face?
*Still nothing, no Criminal as the music fades TJ titles his head to the side, then back in disappointment.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Or don’t come out. Do your own thing, if you want to. I mean, when your opponent at Fallen Heroes, unless you don’t win tonight, is standing in the ring, you should probably come out.
Fast.Eddie.Edison Wait……what? Did he just say he is going to face Criminal at Fallen Heroes for the Entertainment Championship?
Max.McNally No, I think he just said he’s going to face the Entertainment Champion at Fallen Heroes, whether it’s Criminal or Theodore Wellington.
Fast.Eddie.Edison Oh man.
Max.McNally What?
Fast.Eddie.Edison I was kinda hoping that he was going to say he was going to take a break from wrestling due to his concussions or something like that.
Max.McNally Like that would happen.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ That is right everyone, you heard it here first: TJ vs Criminal or Theodore Wellington at Fallen Heroes for the Entertainment Championship. Unlike Criminal, I let my opponent know when there next loss will be. I let them know when they step into my ring, my world and I let them know when I’m take their title. Except this time is different, because I’m telling you when I’m taking MY title back. May 2nd, 2010, I will regain what is mine, I will get my revenge. On that day, Criminal, Greatness will be on display in its truest form. In that match, your nightmares will be shown to you in their physical beings. And the name you will hear be declared winner is, “THE SOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLLLLLL OF PHILLY!” TJ!
*TJ drops the microphone to the canvas as he leaves the ring to Wanted Man.*
Max.McNally TJ is focused on getting that title back.
Fast.Eddie.Edison Yes, but that’s his problem, he is focused on that title, not the man holding it, whether that be Criminal or Wellington by the end of the night.
Max.McNally That is true, but if we’ve learned anything since TJ debuted in ACW, he’s a tough competitor and can fight the best of them.
Fast.Eddie.Edison We’ll see if he can keep that up this Sunday, now won’t we?
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Apr 26, 2010 22:09:01 GMT -5
Segment: ACW Screw Job Credit: Buddy Ghee and Theodore Wellington Shining Star fills the arena, as always, with boos once again ringing out, but there's actually a chorus of cheers blending into the roar. Signs pop out all over saying things like "You Screwed Buddy" and "My Number 20 is Buddy Ghee." He was on top of his game last night, and as he reached for the pin, the referee stopped the count, Wellington hit his finisher, and earned the Number 20 spot for Fallen Heroes.Edison: You can expect Buddy is going to be saying something about what we witnessed, as Theodore Wellington created an upset and stole the Number 20 spot from the Baddest Mother in the Business, Buddy Ghee. McNally: It's the Baddest MUTHA in the Business. Now Buddy was on fire last night, and was without a doubt the winner of that match. Buddy reaches the ring with a microphone. He stands in wait as he finds the words to say.Buddy Ghee: ... I'm sure all of you know exactly what that punk-ass Teddy Wellington did last night, right? A roar of boos.Buddy Ghee: The trust-fund battle couldn't get me on his own, couldn't stand a chance against me, so he paid off that ref and bought the 20 spot. I know as much as the next guy that you have to use your assets to win, and I've cheated in some of my earlier matches, I understand. But he didn't just screw me. He screwed me and two other people. Adrian Baird and Trace Birminghand would've gotten the same treatment. Teddy, you think you bad? You think you deserve that number 20 spot at Fallen Heroes? You think ACW is just your little playground? Go ahead. Think that. But know, some day I'm gonna come in that ring with you. I'm gonna fight you. I'm gonna wreck you so bad not even kittens'll look at you. Now I gotta enter into Fallen Heroes somewhere else, but once I'm in there, your ass is out. You know what? Screw it. Come on out here and explain yourself! I dare you. Crowd erupts in cheers.Come out here in this ring, look me in the eye, and say "Buddy, here's why I did it." And while your at it, "As a consolation, I'll get down and-" "My Time" permeates the halls as a cacophony of cat calls and boos gives an unwarm response to Theodore Wellington. Theodore walks out to the ring in a suit with a microphone.Theodore Wellington: Oh. Oh, such a heart-felt little monologue you gave out there. I really felt the emotion behind it! So much so, that I almost CARED. So you're saying I screwed you out of the shot, huh? Buddy Ghee: That's right. Theodore Wellington: Well boo-hoo. Maybe if you were an educated man, things would have gone down differently. But your not, are you Ghee? You're just a thug. Buddy Ghee ain't goin' down to Fallen Heroes at 20, gate. Please. Lemme tell you, that jive-shit you got going there sounds ridiculous. Buddy Ghee: You know what else sounds ridiculous? "OH YEAH!? WELL I'M TAKING AWAY THE SPONSERSHIP! I WANT IT MY WAY! MY WAY! NOW NOW NOW! DADDDDYYYYY!!!" The crowd cheers.Buddy Ghee: Bitch bitch bitch. Soon as you ain't gettin' your way, you come out and put everyone in a situation they can't get out of. That's not using your assets, that's being a pus- Theodore Wellington: THAT...is being a smart man. It's cute that you think you were screwed out of the spot, but just one thing: Nobody cares. Nobody cares about Buddy Ghee not getting what he "deserves." You don't deserve it, you know how I know? Who won the match? (Pause) Theodore "Money" Wellington won the match. No one can change that and do you want to know why? Because, Money Talks, Bullshit Walks. The crowd erupts in boos as Theodore Wellington retreats behind the curtain, leaving a defeated Buddy in the ring.-- THE PROPOSAL Credit: Danny Mainer Sat alone in his locker room alone, beard as bushy as can be the very angry and slightly drunk Danny Mainer was on top form. He had a cigar in one hand, his mobile phone in the other and he was playing the classic game that had denied and helped people get laid for many years. “Drunken Phoning your Ex”. With Caitlynn’s number dialled this seemed like a disaster waiting to happen as Danny spent this Sunday night alone in his locker room with nowhere else to go. It was quite late and Mainer had downed a bottle of Jack Daniels and so of course his courage levels were shot up dramatically and he was ready to embarrass himself. His finger quaked and shivered as he wondered whether or not to press the dial button. Many thoughts burnt through Mainer’s mind but with much trepidation he literally forced himself to press Dial.
Groaning heavily, he was subjected to a torturously long period of dialling tone as he waited for Caitlynn to pick up. After much deliberation, Mainer gave up hope.Danny Mainer: ”Come on... come on... PICK UP YOU FUCKING BI-“The receiver was lifted and Mainer instantly silenced himself.Female Voice: “Hello?” With forced laughter, Mainer began to get into the conversational pace.Danny Mainer: ”Caitlynn! Hi, honey! It’s Danbear...”Caitlynn Dufraisne: “Oh God... Danny. Please, no. You know I don’t want to see you or speak to you.” Danny Mainer: ”Look, Caitlynn... I made a mistake. Okay? I was a dick. A terrible, terrible dick. Can you just... can you please give me one last opportunity? One shot at redemption?”Caitlynn Dufraisne: “You THINK you deserve that after you fucked five different girls behind my back?!” Danny Mainer: ”Six, actually. Besides, you say that like you’ve NEEVER done anything wrong. Remember when you faked your own death and didn’t even tell me where you were going? Yeah, about that.”Caitlynn Dufraisne: “Ugh...” Danny Mainer: ”Ball is in your court sweetcheeks. My good outweighs my bad and I’ve changed my ways, I will do anything and I do mean ANYTHING to get you back. Please, Caitlynn. I’ve been wandering around an empty, soulless hub for the past few months since you left me. I was a dick, a horrible person and my egomania got to me but please baby, PLEASE. I am a changed man. I will KILL to get a second chance and I know this sounds like some Charles Manson talk but I’m serious. You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone and now there’s a massive hole in my heart where you used to be. I will do anything, ANYTHING to get you back to me. Please. Please honey, please. Anything.”Caitlynn Dufraisne: “Just... ugh. Alright, you want me back?” Danny Mainer: ”YES! God yes! I’ll do anything.”Caitlynn Dufraisne: “Okay. Here’s what you have to do. You have to win one of your matches at Fallen Heroes. If you win the world heavyweight title from Chris, you do it then, if not, you have to win Fallen Heroes. Then, you devote your victory and tell the entire world of your undying love for me. Do that and I’m yours.” Mainer spat bitterly.Danny Mainer: ”You vain bitch...”Caitlynn Dufraisne: “Says you, Danny. You fucking love it anyway, slut. You do it, tell the world how you feel and I’ll let you come back to live with me.” Danny Mainer: ”Fine, you’re on. I was planning on winning them anyway so it makes sense. On one condition though, if I win this bet you have to marry me at Omega Effect. My ultimate commitment to you.”Caitlynn Dufraisne: “Of course, a pin-dick loser like yourself won’t beat a big, STRONG man like Chris Phenomenal. He’s kinda’ cute y’know. I accept.” Mainer snapped, flinging his cellphone against the wall without even a second thought. He’d never been so enraged by anything that anyone had ever said ever and as his ancient Motorola RAZR shattered against the wall. Mainer slammed his head repeatedly and violent into the closest wall of his lockerroom as the screen faded away to black.FADE
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Apr 26, 2010 22:10:23 GMT -5
The bell rings twice.
Phillip: This bout is set for one fall, and is a Hardcore Match! There will be no count-outs, no disqualifications, bring your own weapons. Already standing in the ring, with the baseball bat is Gary!
There are a handful of cheers, but most stay silent.
Phillip: And now, from New York City, (the crowd is split between cheers and boos.) weighing in at an even 200 pounds, Buddy Ghee!
Shining Star fills the ring. At the first sting, Buddy bursts from the curtain and does his usual fist roll.
Edison: And it seems Buddy has brought his weapon. That long chain... I'm worried to see what he has in store for that. McNally: That chain can be used in many different ways. It can be used as knux; a whip; it can strangle the life out of y- Edison: Please, stop right there.
Buddy is already in the ring by the time they're done. The referee signals for the bell, and the match begins.
Buddy charges at Gary, attempting for a bit of a football tackle, but Gary is able to sidestep out of the way and ready his baseball bat. Buddy rebounds off the ropes as Gary takes a massive swing, which could easily take Buddy's head off, but Buddy manages to duck below it. He stops himself, throws the chain around Gary's legs, and yank them from under him. Buddy then wraps the chain around his own neck and jump out of the ring.
He reaches into one of the many trashcans and pulls out a Kendo Stick. He moves to hit the ring again, but Gary rebounds off the ropes and smashes him in the face with a baseball slide, throwing him against the barricade. Gary nabs the stick from Buddy's hands, as he turns over on all fours, and strikes him across the back with a sickening thwack. He hits him with another one. And another one. He keeps throwing these strikes until Buddy begins bleeding across his back and the stick breaks.
Gary picks him up and throws him into a trash can. He then moves back to him and picks him up, but Buddy meets him with a trash can lid. A gunshot-like noise echos throughout the ring, as Gary crumbles to the ground. Buddy throws the lid aside, and moves to the mess that Gary made and reaches for two pairs of brass knuckles. He slips them on and moves to Gary, climbing on top of him and raining fists into his face. As he lets up, Gary rolls onto his stomach.
Buddy picks up the trashcan and brings it down on Gary's back, forcing him to turn over and writhe in pain. We can see a crimson mask covering his face. Buddy then picks him up and attempts to throw him into the stairs, but Gary is able to reverse it. Buddy collides with a bang into the steel steps. Gary, picks him up and launches him into the ring.
He climbs in after him and picks up his baseball bat. He unleashes a powerful blow to Buddy's forehead. Buddy falls to the ground, covering his face, but soon shows he's not moving, a new steam of hot blood running down his face. Gary hits him again, but Buddy doesn't move. Gary begins to move for a lateral press, but Buddy scoops between his legs and rolls him up.
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Gary kicks out, rolling across his head. Buddy climbs to his feet, shaking. He raises his fist to cheers. Scanning the arena, he sees his old chain. With a sickening grin, he picks it up and begins spinning it around. Gary begins crawling to Buddy. He throws the chain down on his back, causing him to collapse. He then sits on his lower back and wraps the chain around his chin, pulling him back into a sort of camel clutch. Gary struggles to break the submission hold, but Buddy continues to pull back. In order to keep from serious injury, Gary slams his hand down on the mat a few times, tapping out.
Shining Star once again fills the arena, a split crowd as always. Buddy jumps to his feet and raises his arms, hopping up and down. He jumps over the ropes onto the entrance and heads back to the curtains, leaving a bloodied Gary to writhe in pain.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Apr 26, 2010 22:11:34 GMT -5
Segment: Last day of Training, Part 1 (Credit: Freeman) The segment opens to show Trace and Greg in a conversation.Trace: Okay, so just a MINOR setback last week, that’s all! Greg: Minor? You had your shot for the number twenty spot and you lost! Trace: I’m sure I’ll get another shot at it! Greg: Er…there’s only one number 20 spot, so I don’t think you’ll be fighting for it again. Trace: HAVE FAITH GREG! Have faith! Plus, you never know. That rich guy could trip and break his nose or something, and they’ll have to replace him with the guy who did second best in the match and that’s me! Greg: Sure it is… Trace: Anyways today’s the final day of training so we need to do a lot! Greg: Final day? You have until this weekend… Trace: Well yeah, but I only train on Mondays! Because that’s Warfare day! I recrooperate the rest of the time. That’s what I do until Fallen Heroes! I need to rest ‘cause Im gonna have to last an hour or somethin, ya know? Need to be well rested for that! Greg: Sure… Trace: Anyways today Im gonna do the BEST training of all! Cause the other ones sucked. Greg: They were YOUR ideas. Trace: THEY WEREN’T! Greg rolls his eyes.Greg: Okay, just get to it. What are we doing today? I would argue with you but it won’t get me anywhere, so just say it already. Trace: Well…ok…today, we are going to…drum roll…drumroll…HEY, GREG GIVE A DRUM ROLL! Greg: I refuse. Trace: grrr…. Greg: Still refuse. Trace: Please? Greg: No. Trace: Fine…well today we are going to…um….um…. Greg: … Trace: … Greg: … Trace: … Greg: … Trace: … Greg: … Trace: … Greg: … Trace: … Greg: … Trace: … Greg: … Trace: … Greg: …You don’t have anything do you? Trace: No… Greg facepalms,Greg: You said you had something good, did you not? Trace: I kinda lied… Greg: And when were you planning to think of something? Trace: While you were drum rolling! Greg: … Trace: Hey, YOU’RE supposed to be the idea person, YOU think of something. Greg: Hm, how about wrestling? Trace: Hmm…. Greg: I think it’s a good idea. You know, actually wrestling. Not playing video games… Trace: I guess I could try that, but like…that sounds like a lot of work and… Greg: Do you want the #1 contender spot or not? Trace: You think if I train I’ll have a shot at it? Greg: Not a chance, but you should do it anyways. Trace: Well….first of all, I WILL WIN. Because I’m Trace Birmingham, and I’m the best wrestler ever! But…second of all…I guess we could try that, cause like…I don’t have any other ideas. Greg: Good. Come with me. I know a place for you. Trace: Alright...but it better be good! Greg: God, I hope so... To be continued.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Apr 26, 2010 22:12:29 GMT -5
Name: A Common Goal By: Buddy Ghee
Buddy sits in the locker room, as a paramedic tends to his open wound. Sighs, and winces in pain as they rub some alcohol on his deep laceration. He raises his eyes, and sees...
Buddy Ghee: Oh. Mister Hawthorne.
Even Buddy showed respect for the chairman, partially because how Hawthorne rose to the top, mostly because he was the one signing his paychecks.
Buddy Ghee: How... How's it goin'?
Hawthorne: Oh, I'm fine. Fine... Listen, Buddy, I have a proposition for you.
Buddy Ghee: I'm listening.
Hawthorne: You see, it's that Theodore Wellington. He's been waving that sponsorship in front of my face ever since he got there.
Buddy Ghee: And every time he ain't gettin' his way, he threatens to revoke it.
Hawthorne: Exactly. I need to... To screw that little bastard up, but if I do it... I... I just need to think about the company. The workers. His sponsorship accounts for quite a good part of our income. You understand, right?
Buddy Ghee: I believe I do. You want me to do something about him.
Hawthorne: Precisely. I need you to embarrass him. Show that little punk what he's messing with.
Buddy Ghee: But if I'm doing it, he won't know it's you, gate.
Hawthorne: Just as long as you hurt him, his pride, take away some chance, whatever. I don't care.
Buddy Ghee: Gotcha.
Hawthorne: I knew I could count on you. Thank you, Buddy.
He turns to walk away. Buddy reaches out and snatches his wrist.
Buddy Ghee: Whoa whoa whoa, Jeff, you gotta give somethin' back. I don't work cheap.
Hawthorne gives a slight showing of defeat before turning around and smiling.
Hawthorne: Of course. What is it you want?
Buddy Ghee: Hm... So much opportunity...
Hawthorne: A title shot?
Buddy Ghee: It may work out that way. We'll talk later about the terms to our agreement. How about I meet you in your office once I'm done here.
Hawthorne: I suppose...
Buddy Ghee: Great. Trust me, gate: What I got in store, you can't say no to.
The two smile broadly at each other, as Hawthorne turns and leaves.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Apr 26, 2010 22:14:13 GMT -5
Friggin’ Legalities![/i] -TJ *We open the scene inside of Samuel Hawthorne’s office. Hawthorne is behind the desk on the phone as we here the door knock. Hawthorne puts his hand over the phone, his watch sliding down his wrist just a bit, and says come in.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ YO SAMMIE!
*That loud, booming voice belonged to “The Soul of Philly” TJ, the former Entertainment Champion. He strolls in with an envelope in his hand and a smile on his face. Hawthorne looks like his night is just about to get worse.*
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Alright, well, let me know what you think of the offer. There are many others waiting for a chance, but you’ve been recommended for this, problem. Alright, good-bye.
*Hawthorne hangs up and takes a deep breath while his eyes are closed.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Sammie, don’t tell me your not happy to see me.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne No, TJ, I’m estatic.
*Hawthorne’s tone suggest otherwise as he takes a sip of his coffee. TJ chuckles, knowing the chairman is just so happy to see him. It’s not like TJ’s a Chris Phenomenal or Danny Mainer type problem, it’s more of a little kid that just won’t leave you be type problem between these two.*
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Allow me if you will, to ask you what you are doing here in my office.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You’re allowed.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne……..
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Well, are you going to ask or not?
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Ugh. What are you doing in my office?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Well, two things. You remember that threat you made two weeks ago about my title and being ready for a title match. Well, I can’t say I’m not surprised by your actions, but really you sacrificed a Champion vs Champion match to see me lose the title?
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne I still got that match, but it was changed to a World Title Match.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Damn it Hawthorne. You really are low aren’t you? You think it was worth what’s going to happen?
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne What’s going to happen TJ? You gonna hit me?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No, I’m going to hit your wallet. You see, when I signed here in ACW, there was a clause that said I needed to be informed of a title match at least an hour ahead of time. And not only was that clause violated once, but it was violated twice. So seeing how you don’t look at your own talent’s contracts, I think I should sue you for your job.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne WHAT?!?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ That’s right! In this envelope is not only the lawsuit in writing, but also my contract that has the clause because I know you don’t believe that.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Hand it over!
*TJ hands Hawthorne the envelope and Hawthorne opens it, fearing that TJ may actually be telling the truth. He pulls out a single sheet of paper and a very thick packet of papers. He shows TJ the single sheet.*
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Is this the lawsuit?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You can bet your ass it is.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne “I, Thomas Hudgins Junior, am suing Samuel Hawthorne for violations of contract. Mr. Hawthorne failed to realized that…..I’M COMPLETELY FUCKING WITH HIM AND THINKING HE IS ABOUT TO GET SUED FOR A CLAUSE THAT REALLY DOESN’T EXSIST!?!?
*By this point, TJ is cracking up in the chair he is sitting in. Hawthorne’s face is beat red, probably a combination of anger and embarrassment. Hawthorne crumbles up the paper and throws it at TJ.*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Hey, I worked hard to make that look official up ‘til that last part.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne TJ! WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Haha, relax Sammie, I was just playing with you. Can’t take a joke?
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne I can, but money and lawsuits are not things to joke with?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Really? Well that’s because you’re an uptight bastard that really just doesn’t find my humor funny. Now look, the other problem I have is, you have a problem with me and I want to make sure that at Fallen Heroes, you promise to not do anything in spite of me.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne TJ, you have my word.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Not good enough Sammie, look that stack of papers, it’s the contract for the match, I need you to sign where that tab is on the 15th page.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Why are there so many pages?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ The guy’s name is Criminal, you can’t take any chances.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Wow, you don’t get the idea of pro wrestling do you?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ It’s still real to me dammit!
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Alright. Fine, I’ll sign it.
*Hawthorne flips to the tab and signs his name on the line. He puts the contract back in the envelope and hands it back to TJ. TJ grabs it and puts it on his lap*
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Anything else?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ How are you doing?
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Good, is that it?
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yup.
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne Good day TJ.
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Hasta La Vista Sammy.
*TJ begins to walk out of the room before he stops. Hawthorne sees him and sighs*
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne You forgot your envelope.
*TJ spins around on his heel and whistles as he walks over to the chair and picks up the envelope*
The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Oh I didn’t really tell you why the contract was so thick. You see now I get my own locker room, complete with all the wacky demand I want and it all is payed for by you!
ACW.Chairman Samuel.Hawthorne GET OUT!
TJ leaves the room laughing as Samuel sits down and lets another heavy sigh as the scene fades*
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Apr 26, 2010 22:15:01 GMT -5
As The Scorpion Lurks Chris Phenomenal, Danny Mainer and The Scorpion
So too, does the clock tick, Fallen Heroes drawing ever closer. In the eyes of some, Chris Phenomenal, Danny Mainer and The Scorpion could be considered the favorites.
As the scene opens, Danny Mainer sits alone in his ‘87 corvette alone with his thoughts. With the world coming in around him, the birth of his baby girl, the impending world title shot and the autograph seekers they have been welcome. With an hour left in the show however, he is faced with an impending match against five other men and then the barrage after the show. Backstage passes, media arrangements, it would be so easy to put the petal to the metal and drive on out.
Danny Mainer: Fuckin’ Magnets, how do they work?
Though provoking as always, Danny Mainer turns the keys and starts the engine roaring. He revs it once before beginning to pull out until the tires spill out, erupting as the rubber tears away. From the side Chris Phenomenal steps out from view and walks over too Danny Mainer’s car.
Chris Phenomenal: Going somewhere fuckhead.
Danny Mainer turns and sets his gaze on Chris Phenomenal and gives him a smile.
Danny Mainer: Yeah, I heard Paige was in town and decided to…
Danny’s interrupted as Chris grabs a hold of him by his throat and lifts him slightly out of the seat. Putting the second hand onto the collar of his shirt he pulls him out of the car and flings him out to the pavement. Mainer tries to fight but with the name of Paige evoked Chris will not be stopped. Chris slams a foot into Mainer’s ribs and goes after him but as Mainer rolls up he pulls something out of nowhere.
Chris Phenomenal: Hello Sally.
Sure enough in Mainer’s hands is the trademark Cleaver, long since retired by Mainer.
Danny Mainer: Good to see you remember.
Chris raises his shirt and shows off the scar right along his ribs, smiling at Danny.
Chris Phenomenal: How could I forget.
Quickly, Chris slides his hands down and reaches into his waistband and pulls out his gun, long since retired as well.
Danny Mainer: Looks like we’re kicking it old school.
Chris doesn’t even chuckle.
Chris Phenomenal: Yeah, and once again you’ve brought a knife to a gun fight.
Danny looks at Chris and merely shakes his head before lowering the knife as Chris keeps the gun trained on him.
Chris Phenomenal: Alright, we’ve got two ways to do this Danny. Either we play it straight up.
Chris taps his gun.
Chris Phenomenal: Or we do it the hard way and you know that I’m not bluffing.
Memories of their match last year at Genocide that ended in a fire fight on the roof of the old ACW Arena.
Danny Mainer: And what if I just decide to…
Chris sends a shot whizzing past the ear of Danny Mainer
Chris Phenomenal: One or two.
Faced with the facts, Danny finally concedes that he can’t win the title with a bullet in his chest. Turning around he walks back into the arena as Chris wait’s a moment and stows the gun before following him.
The scene closes to the face of Scorpion, watching intently from off screen, making mental note of everything as he taps his chin at Chris before retreating in the opposite direction.
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Apr 26, 2010 22:15:54 GMT -5
Segment: ACW Screw Job Credit: Buddy Ghee and Theodore Wellington Shining Star fills the arena, as always, with boos once again ringing out, but there's actually a chorus of cheers blending into the roar. Signs pop out all over saying things like "You Screwed Buddy" and "My Number 20 is Buddy Ghee." He was on top of his game last night, and as he reached for the pin, the referee stopped the count, Wellington hit his finisher, and earned the Number 20 spot for Fallen Heroes.Edison: You can expect Buddy is going to be saying something about what we witnessed, as Theodore Wellington created an upset and stole the Number 20 spot from the Baddest Mother in the Business, Buddy Ghee. McNally: It's the Baddest MUTHA in the Business. Now Buddy was on fire last night, and was without a doubt the winner of that match. Buddy reaches the ring with a microphone. He stands in wait as he finds the words to say.Buddy Ghee: ... I'm sure all of you know exactly what that punk-ass Teddy Wellington did last night, right? A roar of boos.Buddy Ghee: The trust-fund battle couldn't get me on his own, couldn't stand a chance against me, so he paid off that ref and bought the 20 spot. I know as much as the next guy that you have to use your assets to win, and I've cheated in some of my earlier matches, I understand. But he didn't just screw me. He screwed me and two other people. Adrian Baird and Trace Birminghand would've gotten the same treatment. Teddy, you think you bad? You think you deserve that number 20 spot at Fallen Heroes? You think ACW is just your little playground? Go ahead. Think that. But know, some day I'm gonna come in that ring with you. I'm gonna fight you. I'm gonna wreck you so bad not even kittens'll look at you. Now I gotta enter into Fallen Heroes somewhere else, but once I'm in there, your ass is out. You know what? Screw it. Come on out here and explain yourself! I dare you. Crowd erupts in cheers.Come out here in this ring, look me in the eye, and say "Buddy, here's why I did it." And while your at it, "As a consolation, I'll get down and-" "My Time" permeates the halls as a cacophony of cat calls and boos gives an unwarm response to Theodore Wellington. Theodore walks out to the ring in a suit with a microphone.Theodore Wellington: Oh. Oh, such a heart-felt little monologue you gave out there. I really felt the emotion behind it! So much so, that I almost CARED. So you're saying I screwed you out of the shot, huh? Buddy Ghee: That's right. Theodore Wellington: Well boo-hoo. Maybe if you were an educated man, things would have gone down differently. But your not, are you Ghee? You're just a thug. Buddy Ghee ain't goin' down to Fallen Heroes at 20, gate. Please. Lemme tell you, that jive-shit you got going there sounds ridiculous. Buddy Ghee: You know what else sounds ridiculous? "OH YEAH!? WELL I'M TAKING AWAY THE SPONSERSHIP! I WANT IT MY WAY! MY WAY! NOW NOW NOW! DADDDDYYYYY!!!" The crowd cheers.Buddy Ghee: Bitch bitch bitch. Soon as you ain't gettin' your way, you come out and put everyone in a situation they can't get out of. That's not using your assets, that's being a pus- Theodore Wellington: THAT...is being a smart man. It's cute that you think you were screwed out of the spot, but just one thing: Nobody cares. Nobody cares about Buddy Ghee not getting what he "deserves." You don't deserve it, you know how I know? Who won the match? (Pause) Theodore "Money" Wellington won the match. No one can change that and do you want to know why? Because, Money Talks, Bullshit Walks. The crowd erupts in boos as Theodore Wellington retreats behind the curtain, leaving a defeated Buddy in the ring. The camera follows him to the back and as soon as he gets in the hallway he looks up....Theodore Wellington: What do YOU want....
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